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dcxdpdabbles · 9 months

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Phantom's number 1 Fan. Part 2

Tim wakes a few days later, half submerged in liquid and hooked to various machines. He is in a tub shaped like a bed, obviously meant to sleep in. Around him is what he hopes is a hospital room with medical tools scattered about and soft blue paint that turns to the night sky the higher it goes on the wall.

On the ceiling are paintings of various constellations. It's rather beautiful.

Tim also notices he feels no pain. None. Not even the aches of his bones after years of abuse while fighting crime. He thinks that's a bit strange since the last thing he could clearly remember was barely escaping Ra's al Ghul, losing his spleen, and gaining more wounds from angry assassins on his way out.

He had been flying half-blind, blinking in and out of awareness. He thinks at one point, Cassie had attempted to call him, and he may have answered, but for the life of him, he couldn't remember what he told her.

He did remember what she said in response. She sounded so desperate as she begged over the S-Batplane speakers. "Please, Tim, you're not well. Let us help you. Just tell me where you are."

Too bad for her, since the S in S-Batplane stand for Secert because Tim had built that one on his own in Secert. There was no way she or any of the hero community could track him in it since they had no idea it existed until Tim had taken it and his supplies on his solo mission to save Bruce.

Tim will admit that he is happy they noticed he went missing- even if it was three months too late. Not that it mattered much. The rest of the Bats wanted nothing to do with him. The world only saw him as a young easy wallet as a shiny new CEO. And his friends were all dead or convinced he was insane by Dick.

Tim didn't have anyone to notice he was gone anymore. But Bruce needed him to push through the ache and get him home.

As the Robin who Bruce trained to put the mission first no matter the cost, the one that came after Jason's death so, Bruce stopped allowing himself to think of Robin as a son and more along the lines of a soldier; he quickly shut down the crying child that wailed for someone to believe him, to support him.

Sometimes it felt like Tim was still waiting by the door of Drake Manor, waiting for someone to come and care for him, to stay for him.

The door to his room opens, snapping Tim back to the present. He automatically stiffens, expecting more of the League of Assassins. He can't remember much, but he guessed he was captured by the fact he was sitting in a green glowing water.

He was not, however, expecting a Yeti to walk in, reading a clipboard.

The Yeti looks up, bearing its teeth at Tim when he notices him awake. It takes a moment to realize the action is supposed to be a smile. "Great One's Honored Guest, I am so glad you have awakened. I am FrostBite, your doctor for the remainder of your recovery."

Okay. Ra's has Yetis at his disposal.

He was the only person that Tim knew as the "Great One." Usually, his most loyal operatives too, which means he was deep within Ra's territory.

FrostBrite pauses for a response, but when Tim remains silent, he holds up his board. "It seems to me that most of your wounds have healed. The only problem is that your spleen could not be salvaged due to the damage."

Tim fights to keep the despair off his face. He figured that was the case, seeing as Ras's had it in a jar, but he had hoped.

"...I understand this may be a difficult adjustment. You will always have to be careful when being ill. Even a simple cold could be disastrous." Frostbite steps close, taping one giant claw on the tub's edge. "The Great One has ordered we keep consistent Ecoplasm Baths at the ready for the remainder of your natural life."

Fuck. The Yeti is saying Ra will never let him leave again. It's a threat disguised as a offer of help.

Tim glares down at his hands. They lay within Lazarus' water, gently healing his small scars. This must be some of the purest Lazarus he's ever seen. It must be Ra's own special blend.

The only reason he is wasting it on Tim is that Ra's wants an heir from him. Or for him to become the Heir. He doesn't know, which makes him feel worse but he does know what lust looks like.

It's one that Ra's has aimed at him for too long.

He may as well get this over with. Learn as much as he can. Plan an escape. The best way to do all that is to simply ask.

"When is the wedding?"

Frostbite freezes. "I beg your pardon? Whos wedding?"

"Th Great One and mine" because the madman would never allow a bastard to inherit his empire.

"You and the Great One....are paramours?" Frostbite sounds awe. Shoot his medic doesn't know anything. The Yeti is likely low ranking.

Tim looks away, and the giant white creature jerks into action. "I apologize for not treating the Great One's beloved properly. I shall have servants bring up a meal while you soak. And the finest robe we have! Sweets and messages....offers of gold?....humans always like gold."

He waits until the Yeti leaves, mumbles of giving him the royal treatment echoing in his wake. Tim sighs, sinking into the water. He knows he is being watched as that's what he would do, so for now he needs to stay put and heal.

He's never going to get Bruce back if he acts too rashly without knowing where he is and what else Ra has under his control. Yetis were no easy feat to beat on his own. He like to avoid....a vampire or something too.

Half an hour later, FrostBite returns with the promised meal and change of clothes. Smaller Yetis help him dress in threads of the finest silks. They feel like heaven on his sensitive skin. Tim feels soft and warm all over, pampered beyond belief.

It's been so long since he just had a moment to rest.

He asks for a walk which he is only permitted after Frostbites clears him. It's while he is wandering that he realizes he is in some winter castle. Everywhere he looks, there is ice, snow, and yetis.

He notices all the guards and makes mental maps of possible weak spots. He wonders why he's not freezing despite only being in a thin silk robe. A form of magic?

A few yetis- servants he can tell by their mannerisms- bow as he wanders about. He can't tell where he is based on the sun or the environment. It's....somehow different.

"That's him?" A young female voice asks. He turns his head slightly to catch the speaker in his provisional vision. It's one of the smaller Yetis....he assumes she's a child? Hard to tell when she still towers over him. "The Great One's future spouse?"

"Yes, I heard King Frostbite, himself, tell the Head Butler"

"He's weak," another Yeti says with disapproval. He sounds male but young as well. Not even a teenager. "He does not even have a core."

"He is a human." A much older voice replies. She sounds like Tim's age based on vocal cords. "Humans are not meant to have cores. Despite this he is a formidable fighter. He has to be to have attracted the Great One's eye."

"Maybe not. I heard humans enjoy being cared for like children. They even call partners things like Mommy and Daddy."

"Why?" The boy Yeti sounds horrified.

"Apparently it's seen as attractive"

"That's disgusting."

Tim turns a corner cutting off the conversation as the Yetis snap to attention. They bow low at the waist as he walks by.

He nods at them, which seems to startle a lot of them. Not that he's surprised. The AL Ghuls likely treated them like decorations and never fully acknowledged them.

Tim barely hears the young boy gasp. "He's beautiful."

"That's likely why the Great One is so bestowed."

Tim sighs walking back to his room with a escape plan half formed.

Elsewhere, the rumor mill in the Ghost Zone is running over time as news of King Phantom's human husband-to-be is spread far and wide. Leaders of the Ghost Zone quickly prepare for a ball that will likely be called to celebrate the union.

They have gifts gathered, each wanting to gain favor with the King. The Far Frozen gets overwhelming requests to visit the future Consort, but seeing as King Phantom had to return to the human world, thus leaving his fiancé in their care, they reject all. They do not want the boy to be overwhelmed or caught unawares if he is not tried in any form of politics.

It would not allow him to become a threat to the King's authority's pawn.

This led to even more rumors starting.

By the time they reached John Constine- the only human who has any form of contact with the Realms- the word is that King Phantom's human was currently carrying their child, wanting to marry before the baby was born, and that he was running from a group of humans known as "The Bats."

He was as beautiful as the King Phantom was powerful- which meant he was utterly breathtaking for a human- and that King Phantom was currently in the human world hunting down those who threaten his family.

Across the dimension plane, Danny is blissfully unaware of the misunderstanding as he is busy filling out college scholarship applications. He has only one more year before he graduates, but he would like to go somewhere away from Amity Park.

The Wayne Scholarship is a long and lengthy process, but it will be worth it. A full ride with board and meals? Yes, the housing will be in Gotham but it's a small price to pay.

He wonders if his number one fan has awakened. Frostbite would have contacted him if his guest had escaped the coma.

Tim Drake had been asleep for nearly a week, only kept healthy due to Danny bathing him in his Protective Core ectoplasm and the Yeti's multi-species medical knowledge. As it were, Tim appeared to only be taking a small nap, none of the adverse effects of long slumber appearing on his thin body, but Danny was getting worried.

At this point, he didn't even care how Tim knew his secret. He just wanted him to be alright.

A flash of green light causes Danny to spring away from his laptop, body falling into a natural fighter's stance only to blink at the giant gift wrap present laying on his bed. Cautiously he inspects the gift finding it from Princess Dora.

"May your love lead the Realms into a wonderous future, and may your union bear many children." He reads the small note she had attracted to her gift "What children?"

Pulling open the gift, he stares at two sets of King robes decorated with rubies shaped into snowflakes. More miniature robes and a few booties surround the pair, obviously meant as a family gift.

Tuck to the side of the box is a long and deadly-looking sword. It's pitch black, with a scull as a handle. Dora had tired a scroll to its blade, where she had written My armies are ready to yield to you. You need only to swing this sword, and they shall come to your aid. The Bats will not harm your treasure.

What in the world?

#dcxdpdabbles #dc x dp crossover #Phantom's number 1 fan #Tim unleased a love story onto the beings of enterity #Danny is super confused #Somewhere John is freaking out about a possible war #Tim does not remember stopping at Danny's

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to-the-stars8 · 10 days

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The Waynes' Nanny

Batfamily and Reader/ Bruce Wayne x Reader Chapters Ao3

Nanny Flo

You woke to the sound of banging on your bedroom door and thought about ignoring it until a voice came through telling you it was Bruce. With a groan, you groggily told him to come in. Coming in, he sat on the edge of your bed as he informed you, much to your concern, that Cassandra had started her ‘cycle’ as he put it. It was pathetic just how ignorant he was when it came to women.

Sitting up, you put a hand on his shoulder and said, “Mr. Wayne, you are so clueless.”

“That’s the pot calling the kettle black,” Bruce said, acting offended, but you could see the ghost of an amused smile on his face. You rebuffed his words with a scoff. Throwing off your blankets, you stepped out of bed. You noticed he averted his eyes, and, when you looked down, you realized that you were only in a t-shirt and underwear. With a shriek, you shrunk in on yourself. “Mr. Wayne! Get out!”

Scrambling to his feet to get out the door, he mumbled an apology. You turned, feeling how hot your face was and trying to shake the memory from your head. Now wasn’t the time to think about how your handsome boss just saw you in your underwear, there was a little girl who needed you.

You went to Cassandra’s room, knowing she’d be there to get away from all the boys. When you approached her door, you found Mr. Wayne standing there trying to talk to his daughter, but, by the look on his face and the screaming coming through the door, he was getting nowhere. Once you got to her door, you could hear crying. Bruce knocked and called out to her.

“Go away!” She screamed before letting out another sob.

Bruce whispered to you as an afterthought, “She’s too young.”

You scoffed, slowly pushing him aside. “I don’t think you’re the one to make that call. Go, I’ll handle this.”

“But—”

“Go.”

Bruce nodded and left, stopping to tell Cassie that he loved her. Once he was gone, you knocked on her door.

“Cass, it’s me,” You said. “I know you’re probably confused and scared right now, but I want to help you.” For a moment, you thought she might want to be left alone. Though, a minute later, there was a click. You slowly opened her bedroom door to reveal her curled on her bed.

“I hate this,” She sobbed out. “And, I hate everyone.”

When you sat on her bed a small smile crossed your face as you remembered the feeling. Rubbing circles on her back, you soothed her until she could turn around to look at you. “I know, sweet girl. I know. Come here,” You opened your arms and she dove into your embrace.

As you soothed her, you noticed the dozens of boxes of pads and tampons on her nightstand. Bruce must have gotten to her before you had. It was sweet to see a father try his best, but you could also picture Cassandra getting overwhelmed.

You explained everything to her, from the different sizes of pads and tampons to what meds best helped with cramps. Getting out a pad that you brought with you, you explained how it would attach to her underwear, along with all the nitty gritty stuff that came with a period. It calmed her enough that she managed to get out a few questions. It was a little sad just how little she knew about herself, but you were glad you could be there for her to explain.

“Does this mean I’m a woman now,” She asked.

You tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear. “No. You’re ten.”

“I’m eleven next week.”

You laughed to yourself. What a birthday gift from Mother Nature. “Still, no. Whoever says that is either a weirdo or a man—Or both!”

Cassie giggled and that’s the sound you were waiting to hear. You offered to watch some TV and relax, the one thing you would want to get if you got your period for the first time again. She heavily agreed and switched on the little pink TV in the corner of her room. After watching an entire season of My Little Pony, there was a knock at her door and Bruce opened slightly to poke his head in.

“Hi, sweetheart, how are we doing?”

“I hate you,” She groaned, then added. “But I also love you. Please, leave.”

“Understandable,” He said, closing the door behind him.

You giggled, kissed Cassandra’s hair, and urged her to close her eyes. She complied and within minutes she was out. Poor thing, you thought, must have been so exhausted from getting her period and subsequently dealing with it. It was then you slowly slipped away from her. Once you stepped out into the hallway, you took a deep breath before going to find Mr. Wayne.

Luckily, he wasn’t far. You found him in the kitchen confessing to Alfred about being scared for his daughter. The old man desperately looked to you for release from the situation, which you were happy to provide.

Bruce got up from his chair, eyes zeroed in on you, and asked, “Is she okay? Does she need anything?”

You motioned for him to sit back down as you made some coffee. Once you set the mug down you told him what you had explained to her. Finally comforting him with, “She’s fine and asleep.”

“Thank you,” He said. “For being there for her. I don’t…”

“I’m glad I was here, so don’t worry about it.” You moved to get him another cup of coffee. “I’ll fill you in all the things you need to know. First and foremost, never blame her anger on her period. She’ll kill you, and so will I.”

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ch3rrysuck3r · 1 year

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Here for you

Fezco had know Y/N since the first grade. They never used to talk, unless they sat next to each other in class, and then they would only talk about school and assignments. Eventually, they grew up and Fez stopped attending school. She thought about reaching out to see if he was okay, but decided against it when she realized that: 1- she did not had any way of contacting him; and 2- it was, quite frankly, none of her business. So that was that, for a while. Until she became best friends with Lexi, who sometimes hanged out with Cassie and her friends. And they knew Fez, so, consequently, her and Lex also did. He recognized Y/N immediately and even went up to hug her. They started hanging out a lot and eventually started dating, which was a surprise to all of us. They were complete fucking opposites who somehow complimented each other. I had seen her around his house sometimes and she was one of the nicest people I'd ever met, and treated me like we'd known each other for ages despite not having had an actual conversation.

Fez and I lay resting on his bed after a long morning of doing absolutely nothing. A blunt hangs from his lips, the smoke creating a bubble around us. My arms are wrapped around his torso and our legs intertwine, yearning for proximity.

As I'm about to kiss him, loud knocks coming from downstairs startle us both. We look at each other worryingly, and I grow afraid that Mouse is popping by for a surprise visit.

He seems to notice my fear, because he sprints out the room before I can even get up. I do so, reluctantly, and follow his path downstairs.

"C'mon man, don't be a dick." I hear a familiar voice coming from outside.

"Rue?" They both turn to look at me standing at the bottom of the stairs. Fez offers me his hand and pulls me closer to him.

"Nah, I'm serious...you can't come in."

"Look man, all I- all I need is just like, a few OC's"

"Sorry, I can't help-"

"Fez, I've had a fucked up day. This is all I'm asking, okay? I just need you to open the door for me, okay?"

"Nah, man..." He nervously runs his hands through his buzz, trying not to glance at her.

"Just open the door, man." Her palms push the metal door, making the sound echo all throughout the house. "Just open the fucking door. C'mon, tell him, Y/N."

She hopefully looks at me, and I look down, gulping.

"I'm sorry, Rue."

"Nah, you both gon' do me like that? Fuck you, man."

"I'm not gon' help you kill yourself, man. I'm sorry, but you can't be comin' here no more."

He starts closing the door and Rue pushes herself against it, in a worthless attempt to break it down.

"Fez, I'm begging you just to open the door." Her fist meets the metal, again. "You're full of shit, man."

Fez's forehead rests on my shoulder, my hand soothingly rubs against his back, trying to comfort him somehow.

"You know you make your living off of selling drugs to teenagers. And know, all of the sudden you wanna have a fucking moral high ground? You're a fucking dropped out drug dealer, you know that?"

I stand on my tip toes and wrap my arms around his neck. His' hug me by the waist, pulling me closer.

"You're a fucking dropped out drug dealer with seven functioning fucking brain cells. Open the door!"

Her scream makes me jump and I feel Fez's breath hitching against my neck.

"Open the door!"

"I can't do it, I-"

"Open the door! Open the door! Open the door!" Rue's voice breaks and my heart clenches.

I hear sobbing before she speaks again. "You did this to me, Fez. You fucking ruined my life so the least you could do is open the goddamn door and fiz it!"

"C'mon, let's go." I tug his hand, leading him back upstairs.

"If you don't open this door right now, I swear to- I swear to God, I will fucking hate you 'till the day I die."

"I'm sorry." He says from halfway up the stairs and she seems to hear because she high-pitchedly screams.

I make him lay on top of me once we reach the bed. His head lays on my chest and my fingers run through his head.

"It's okay, she didn't mean it."

"I know." He says, but I hear him breathe out in relief anyways.

"I love you."

"I love you, too. Thank you for everything."

I smile and kiss his forehead, drifting into relaxation.

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A few days have gone by since the encounter with Rue and Fez dragged me to a Halloween party he wanted to try and sell stuff in.

I had been invited, but didn't plan on coming. However, Lexi had also insisted she wanted someone to be with. Which was a total lie because we'd arrived less than half an hour ago and she'd already disappeared from my side.

Fez and I are sitting on a couch outside, and he is just finishing a deal when I see Rue walking towards us.

"Hey, babe." I motion my head to her direction and Fez's eyes follow.

We watch as she sits down on the other side of the sofa. I start getting up from Fezco's lap but Rue is quick to talk.

"You can stay." She offers me nod and I smile at her.

"It's fine, I think you two should talk." I turn towards Fez.

"I'm going to go find Lex, look for me when you're done." I give him a wink and he sweetly smiles, eyes twinkling.

I start walking away, but decide to stop in front of Rue.

"You look amazing, Rue Rue." She looks up at me and smiles, seemingly still embarrassed after our interaction. Still, I reassure her by gently grabbing her head and placing a kiss against her temple.

As I make my way back to the house, I hear Rue's voice talking to Fezco.

"She's an angel."

"Yeah...she is."

#euphoria #euphoria x reader #fezco #fez #fezco x reader #fez x reader #rue bennett #lexi howard #cassie howard #rue bennet x reader #lexi howard x reader #euphoria x you #euphoria x fem!reader #euphoria x y/n #fez x y/n #fezco x y/n #fezco x you

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boringa55binch · 4 months

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you followed me back, i'm honored 😭 may i ask, what was vanessa's first reaction when she saw ggy? or freddy's reaction when he saw them both?

dude i'm honored you followed me in the first place egjodk Also, I haven’t written anything in ages, but your question seems like the perfect chance to write something :)

RETURN

There was no sound coming from Gregory’s room.

Vanessa stood outside, dinner in one hand and the other raised to knock. Except she couldn’t because there was something… something wrong. Just earlier, she’d been helping Gregory direct his friend through the ruined Pizzaplex. He’d been near hysterical, fearing for her life while instructing her over the walkie.

Freddy was helping them too—his knowledge of the Plex’ interior still came in handy, all these months later. She pressed her ear more firmly against the door, listening for any noise. A second passed, then two, then three. Nothing.

The absence of their voices was unsettling.

Vanessa tried to ignore the twist in her gut, the unease that crawled down her spine and left goosebumps in its wake. Her knuckles rested on the wooden surface of the door, shaking despite her efforts to keep it steady. She tried to take a breath, to steel herself—it was a fruitless endeavor.

The air was thick with tension, so much so that she felt like she was suffocating. There was something in the silence that coiled in her stomach, heavy and uncomfortable. Calm down. Vanessa didn’t want to think anything went wrong in the few minutes she’d stepped out to make dinner, but after everything they’d gone through, she couldn’t help but imagine the worst case scenario.

What are you so afraid of?

She knew exactly what she was afraid of. The image of purple eyes staring back at her was burned into her memory, keeping her up at night and haunting her dreams. She remembered countless sleepless nights, reassuring Gregory that she’d never let that virus hurt them again. Promising him that it was over, that they were free and they were going to be okay.

It had to be over. She can’t—she can’t let Gregory go through that again. And… she doubts she’d survive that hellish experience a second time. Maybe I’m being paranoid. It’s not like it’d be the first time. With that thought, she forced a shaky sigh through her mouth.

What are you so afraid of?

Nothing. It was nothing. Her tongue felt numb and her throat tight, but she squeezed the words out anyway. “Gregory? You okay in there?” she asked. It came out haltingly, her nerves bleeding into her voice. A few, painstakingly long seconds passed where nobody responded.

“Yeah! Cassie made it out!”

The sound of Gregory’s voice flooded Vanessa with relief. She finally let herself breathe, the tension lifting from her shoulders. “I’m coming in! I brought dinner. Hope you don’t mind ramen—I wanted to make something quick so I could get back to you,” she said. She twisted the doorknob and stepped through the threshold of Gregory’s room.

What were you so afraid of?

He sat by his desk, legs swinging in a carefree manner she didn’t expect from someone who was itching to go to Plex himself half an hour ago. Then again, it could just indicate how happy he was that his friend was safe. “Oh, Freddy’s battery got low while we were talking, mind taking him to his charging station?” Gregory asked. He’d already gathered Freddy in his arms, passing him over to Vanessa.

She set down the bowl of ramen on the desk, taking Freddy from Gregory with a smile. “What am I, your errand girl?” she teased, pulling a giggle from the young boy.

“Sorry. I just need to make sure Cassie’s really all right,” he said. Vanessa nodded, already making her way to the door. She was a step away from the doorway when she glanced down at Freddy, a thought pausing her in her tracks.

“…Wasn’t he just fully charged a couple hours ago?”

As soon as the words left her, it was as if the air itself had gone still. The dread that cooled to a simmer in her moments before came to a boil, her arms growing heavy as she stared down at Freddy. Only then did she notice his face—she’d seen Freddy on low power, and this dull, wide-eyed expression was not it. No, this looked more like a forced shutdown.

Just as it seemed like her world was submerged underwater, and she was drowning, drowning, drowning—pain exploded in the back of her head, sending her toppling down to the floor. She groaned, barely registering that she’d dropped Freddy. Her arm stretched out towards him when a second burst of pain forced her to curl into herself, cradling her head. Her vision swam, but as she looked up at her assailant, a new kind of pain overtook her.

Purple eyes.

It’s exactly what she was afraid of.

“No,” she croaked, whimpering as those eyes drew closer to her face. Without realizing it, she’d started to scramble backwards—at least, she tried to. The sharp pain blooming in her skull made it difficult to focus, and yet, she couldn’t look at anything other than those purple eyes.

“I hit you pretty hard there, huh? You’ll probably get a concussion, but nothing too serious!… I hope. I still have to take you back to the boss. Ohh, you look like you’re gonna pass out any second now…”

His voice—Gregory’s voice—faded away, the ringing in her ears overtaking every other sound. Still, just before her eyes rolled up into her skull, she managed to pour all her grief, her pain, her despair, into two whispered words;

“I’m sorry.”

#navtrash #fnaf #fnaf sb #vanessa fnaf #ggy fnaf #gregory fnaf #glamrock freddy #3 star fam #asks #txt

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therealcocoshady · 3 months

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Recovery - Chapter 13

Eminem x FemReader (Y/N) fanfiction

Summary : Reader sees Em for the first time after their argument, weeks later.

Tags : Little bit of angst, Comfort, Lots of FLUFF 🥰

CW : Mention of overdose ; Mention of blood ; Mention of miscarriage

It had been three weeks since your argument with Marshall. It took you about three days to cool off and regret all the unkind things you threw in his face. In all fairness, you were still a little mad about the lying and the mean stuff he said, but you deeply regretted your words. Deep down, you knew it was out of line to throw his past in his face. You were haunted by the look of hurtness you saw as soon as you mentioned him hitting women. You contemplated calling him to apologize, but every time you grabbed your phone, you could hear his words : “You are nothing but a whore and a junkie. I should have left you at that party, to get fucked by whoever was there. Hell, maybe it would have been better if you had overdosed on pills before we met”. You wished he would make the first step and call you, but he didn’t. You didn’t really mean all the things you said, but maybe he did, after all. Not that you could blame him : you really had been a bitch on this one. You were starting to resign : maybe he wouldn’t call at all, maybe your friendship or whatever it may have been was well and truly over. That was how it had seemed that night anyway.

It also took a few days for you to salvage your relationship with Talia. When you had gotten home that night, you were beyond livid. After all, she had lied to you too : she had definitely failed to mention that Marshall was with her when she confronted Cassie at her hotel, and that he threatened her. You were so mad that you actually threatened to leave the house and find another place to live. Thankfully, Jamal convinced you to stay and, with a lot of talking and countless apologies and sweet gestures from Talia, everything got better. The two of you were so close that it was virtually impossible for you to stay mad at her and, obviously, her cooking your favorite meals and bringing sweet little gifts for you every time she went shopping helped a lot in that department. This girl knew you so well that no man could impress you with gestures at this point. Not that any man would come knocking on your door anyway. Your roommates were basically the only thing keeping you sane. You had obviously told them about the altercation with Marshall and they saw how depressed you were in the following weeks. They took care of you by trying to take your mind off things and making sure that you ate enough. You also suspected that they had something to do with Cassie not leaking the pictures. You weren't aware of the details, but as far as you knew, Marshall had taken care of things. Though the diss track wasn’t out (probably because it wouldn’t have been very timely with the other rapper being in the hospital), Cassie had contacted you the following day, sending you a video proving she was deleting the pictures. That was the last you heard of her. You were a bit curious as to the turn of events, but you didn’t want to ask for details. Too much pride on your part.

To sum things up, life was starting to get normal again. It was as though you had never met Marshall. If it weren’t for his necklace around your neck, his Saint Laurent jacket in your closet and a few selfies the two had taken together on some occasions, you could have sworn it had all been a dream. Talia and Jamal had eventually stopped mentioning his name when you were around, as they saw how painful it was for you. At the very beginning, they tried to talk you into seeing or calling him so that the two of you could work things out, but you were so worked up that you refused. Eventually, though, they resigned.

One of the most important drawbacks was that you barely saw the rest of the crew anymore, since you did not hang out at the studio. Porter and Royce came for dinner once or twice and you were happy to see them. You definitely weren’t as close to them as you were with Jamal or Marshall, but you had fun whenever they were around. So, when Porter texted you to invite you to his birthday dinner, you were obviously excited to go.

You know that everyone from the studio is going to be there, right ? Talia asked. Including… Well, you-know-who.

Oh, you said sheepishly. I hadn’t really thought about that, I guess… Thing is, I already said yes. And I love Porter, and I don’t want him to be caught in the middle of… whatever, you know ? Maybe I should just find an excuse and cancel at the last minute ?

Ooor, maybe it would be a good opportunity for you and Em to talk again, Jamal said.

Yeeeeah… I don’t know about that, you replied.

Come on, girl, he said. You guys will have to talk eventually, you know ?

Do we though ? You asked. I mean, it’s been nearly a month and, as far as I know, we’re both doing pretty well. I didn’t die, even though he might prefer otherwise.

Pretty well ?! Talia scoffed. Honey, you are doing terribly.

I’m not, you argued.

We heard you cry last night, Jamal pointed out.

Well, I was having uh… lady problems. You don’t know how bad those period cramps can get.

You’re not due for another two weeks, Talia said with a raised eyebrow.

Well maybe I was sad, you shrugged. About uh… Cats or something.

Quit the bullshit, Jamal replied as he rolled his eyes. The two of you need to talk things out. You’re best friends. That’s ridiculous.

He hasn’t called, you said.

Girl, don’t start, he said. You haven’t called either. You’re both too proud for your own good, and this needs to end.

You sighed. As always, your friends were too good when it came to calling you on your shit. You knew you had too much pride, but just for once, you wished they would leave you alone. No matter how much you were missing Marshall, his smile and his silly jokes, you couldn’t face him. If you were to see him again, you were pretty sure you would have a heart attack.

Look, it’ll be awkward for everyone if you guys don’t talk things out, Talia said tentatively.

I think you are underestimating my ability to keep going like this, you mumbled.

I am sick of this shit, Talia said. You love us, right ?

Of course I do, you scoffed.

And you want us to have good times with our friends, right ? She asked again.

Yes !

Then, you will make an effort, she said sternly. I already have divorced parents, I will not go through the same things with you and Em. We are friends with both of you, and you are going to have to find a way to deal with that.

Yeah, but I’m your roommate so you love me more, right ? You said cockily.

Y/N !!! Jamal said with his loud, authoritarian voice he only used when you were being a brat.

Fine, you said with a sigh. If I cross paths with him, I promise I’ll be… courteous. But I’m not calling him.

We’ll see about that, Talia sighed. And you will apologize ?

Depending on if he does, you shrugged.

You guys are so similar it’s actually scary, Jamal chuckled.

A few days after this conversation, Jamal came to find you in your room one night after he got home from the studio. You were already in your pajamas, watching The Wire, a show that was once recommended to you by Marshall. He was right : you thoroughly enjoyed it.

Hey sis, he said with a smile. Are you busy ?

Well, I’m currently having a bomb ass pool party with all of my imaginary friends, as you can see, you said sarcastically. What’s up ?

Just to give you a heads up, Em is coming tomorrow, he said with a smile.

Wha-Why ? You asked.

He wants his jacket back, he shrugged. For a photoshoot with some magazine, I think.

Wouldn’t it be simpler if you brought it to him at the studio ? You asked.

It would, he replied with a grin. But it wouldn’t get the two of you to talk.

You’re impossible, you said as you rolled your eyes.

Come on, you know you’ll have to face him eventually, he said.

Not if I could have it my way, you mumbled. I’m pretty sure he doesn’t want to see me anyway.

Well, believe it or not, he is not against the idea, Jamal said with a grin.

Really ? You asked, surprised.

Really. I told him he could come here to get the jacket from you tomorrow afternoon, and he agreed, he said.

I could just leave the jacket for him and spend the day somewhere else, you said tentatively.

Don’t you even try that shit, Jamal said. You are facing him. Come on, Y/N. I know you miss him.

But he hates me, you replied, on the verge of tears. And he is right to. I was so mean, Jamal. You have no idea.

Well, from what I gathered, he was pretty mean too, your friend pointed out.

I’m so scared, you whispered as you began to cry. You should have seen his eyes. He hates me. I don’t want to see that again. It’s too hard. I can’t…

Jamal chuckled and sat on your bed before pulling you in for a hug.

You care, he said.

Of course I care ! My best friend hates me !!! You cried. I fucked up. Everything.

… and you miss him, he added.

Yes, you whined.

See ? Doesn’t it feel good to admit it ? He asked with a smile.

It does, you admitted shyly.

Jamal kissed you on the forehead.

Better get that Jacket out of your bed, he chuckled.

It’s not in my bed, you said.

You were hugging it a few nights ago while you slept, he said. Don’t lie.

You come into my room at night, now ? You groaned in embarrassment.

Only when you cry in your sleep, he shrugged. Anyway, dinner is almost ready.

That night, you could barely sleep. You were so stressed out you were pretty sure you would develop an ulcer from stress. What if he didn’t show up ? Or worse, what if he actually showed up ? What if you argued again ? Would he say all these mean things all over again ? The following day, you were a mess, and the lack of sleep definitely didn’t help. You decided to bake, to change your ideas. You usually cooked when you were happy and baked when you were stressed out or frustrated. It was Saturday so Jamal was due on his weekly visit to his grandmother’s. Talia was quietly drawing in the garden. You were in the middle of cutting fruits when you heard the doorbell. You knew who it was. Your heart was pounding, and you tried to compose yourself before opening the door.

Hi, you almost whispered when you opened the door.

Hey Y/N, Marshall said.

You looked at him and it was like being hit by a bus. He was even more beautiful than you remembered. He was wearing jeans, sneakers and a leather jacket. For once, he seemed to have ditched the Kangol hat. His blue eyes were staring at you, and you couldn’t help but think he looked absolutely breathtaking. He was oozing charisma. The fact that he arbored an unreadable expression made him seem even more impressive. You stared at each other for a moment, not saying anything.

Can I come in ? He asked.

Oh, sorry ! Yes. Sure, you replied as you stepped aside for him to enter the house.

It felt as if you were meeting him for the very first time. He had the same unreadable expression he always had when meeting new people, far from the warm character he displayed for those who actually knew him. You didn’t expect him to flash a smile, of course, but it was extremely awkward.

Were you cooking ? He asked as he looked at your apron.

Baking, you said. Talia is in the garden, if you want to go and say hi to her. I just have to finish cutting these fruits and I’ll go and get your jacket, ok ?

Do you, uh… Need help ? He offered as he followed you to the garden.

Oh, I’m fine, you said nervously before grabbing your knife and getting back to your fruits. It’ll only be a minute. So, uh, how are you ?

I’m good, he replied. That is a big knife, you might want to be careful, there.

Don’t worry, you said as you tried to calm yourself and look him in the eyes. How is uh… work ?

Good too, he said, still with a neutral face. How about you ? Everything good with uni and life ?

Yeah, you replied nervously. You know, working on that dissertation, same old… SON OF A BITCH !!!

You yelled as you felt the sharp cut of the knife on the back of your hand. You were so busy looking at him and trying to find things to say that you hadn’t actually paid attention to what you were doing. It was, indeed, a big knife and you were bleeding profusely.

Shit, Marshall said. Are you alright ?

Of course, you said nervously. It’s just a small cut.

Looks pretty nasty to me, he said. Let me have a look.

He got closer to you and gently took your hand to inspect it. The contact, however innocent, almost caused you to have a heart attack. You never thought you could actually faint from being so nervous, but it seemed like you were about to be proven wrong.

Are you afraid of blood ? He asked as he saw your face.

Nope, you said as you swallowed dryly.

No offense but you look like you’re about to faint, Y/N…

I’m fine, you said nervously. I’ll go and grab some disinfectant in the bathroom.

Sit, I’ll do it, he said before quickly leaving the kitchen.

You decided to go and find Talia. She was focused on her drawing. She was insanely talented. You had always thought she should pursue it as a career but she couldn’t bring herself to quit her office job, no matter how much she disliked it. She was focusing on adding some shadows to nature scene.

Hey Tay, you said.

Hi baby, she replied without looking up. What’s up ? Isn’t Em supposed to be here, yet ?

Uhm… We might need to take a raincheck on that talk, you said as you swallowed nervously.

Don’t start, she sighed as she looked up. Oh my god !!! What happened ?! What did you do ?!

Cutting fruits, you explained.

Oh Lord, she said as she walked to the kitchen with you. I can’t look at this. This is terrible.

Marshall was standing there, rummaging in the pharmacy box he had found in the bathroom.

I don’t think you have any disinfectant, he said sternly. There’s a bottle but it’s empty.

Oh, you said. I’ll just put my hand under the faucet to rinse the blood, then.

Baby, it’s a deep cut. You probably need stitches, Talia said as she sat at the table to prevent herself from fainting.

It’s fine, you replied. Let’s not make a big deal out of it, shall we ?

They were both looking at you in disbelief. You were bleeding quite a bit, but there was no way you were going to the ER. You had developed quite the fear of hospitals since your miscarriage and overdose.

I think Talia’s right, Y/N, Marshall said firmly.

I’d rather die a long and painful death than go to the ER, you said.

Don’t be stupid, Talia said. Em, do you think you could take her ? I would, but I’d faint behind the wheel before we get there.

Sure, Marshall said.

No need to bother, you told him with an awkward smile. I’ll finish my pie and then go on foot.

He looked at you and let out a chuckle.

First of all, your strawberries are covered in blood, so I think you’ll have to take a raincheck on baking. Also… You’d have to walk for an hour to get there. Probably two, with your tiny legs, he said.

I can walk, you replied.

This stubborn girl will get tetanus before she actually sets foot in the ER, she told Marshall as she referred to you. Make sure she gets there ?

Marshall’s a busy man, Talia, you said. I will happily take a cab.

Don’t be silly, Y/N. I’ll take you. It’s no problem, really, he said.

OR we could wait and see if the bleeding stops by itself ? You tried, even though you couldn’t convince yourself.

Come on, Y/N, Marshall said. I’ll take you… And you know I don’t bite, he added as if he could sense your apprehension.

You sighed and looked at the two of them. It was clear that they would not leave you in peace, no matter what you tried to pull. Marshall was looking at you with a reassuring look. He wrapped your hand in some bandage, in order to cover the wound, and Talia helped you get ready while he cleaned up the utensils, so that she wouldn’t have to face the blood. The, he led you to the car and helped you buckle your seatbelt.

Thank you, you said sheepishly as he got in the driver’s seat.

Does it hurt ? He asked.

A bit, you shrugged.

In all fairness, you were almost too busy processing the shock of seeing him again after a month to actually feel pain. He started driving and you spent a few minutes in total silence.

So, he said as he cleared his throat. Should we get to it ? We might as well. It’s going to be a bit of a drive anyway.

Get to what ? You said in a small voice. There you were again, about to die of nervousness. God, you could be such a coward, sometimes.

To talking, Y/N, he sighed. You cut your hand, you can’t feign a brain injury. And I know you’re not stupid…

Right, you sighed.

There were a few seconds of silence. In this instant, there were many things you wanted to say, but you couldn’t quite muster the courage.

Shall I go first, then ? He asked.

Sure…

Look, he said, I… I shouldn’t have lied to you. It was wrong. To be honest, I contemplated telling you, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I didn’t want to disappoint you. And you were right anyway. I shouldn’t have threatened Cassie, and I definitely shouldn’t have sent those guys. It was stupid and I’m sorry.

Thank you, you whispered.

But I want you to know one thing, he continued. No matter what it looks like to you, I did do it for you. I was sincere when I told you I was looking out for you. It was the wrong way to do it and I definitely got carried away, but it was for you.

He looked at you and you nodded silently.

God, that’s quite a cut, he said. Your bandage is soaking in blood already. At this rate, you won’t have much blood left in your body…

Oh, I’ll live, you said. Unfortunately, I guess.

Don’t say that, he groaned. Look, I’m sorry about what I said about you overdosing. I didn’t mean that. I was pissed. You were going all out on me, and I reacted like a jerk.

I’m sorry too, you replied. I was mad at you, but I didn’t mean to be so… mean.

No, he said as he shook his head. Whatever that was, that wasn’t mean, Y/N. That was cruel.

You looked at him and noticed his hands crispating on the steering wheel. He looked tense.

I know, you said. I’m sorry.

I don’t think you know, actually, he replied. I know I fucked up, but picture this… Imagine meeting someone great and immediately connecting with them. You think they’re cool, interesting, and you find yourself able to talk about difficult stuff together, stuff that you can’t usually talk about. Now, imagine that they become one of your best friend in a matter of months. You hang out, you text all the time, you look out for each other, and your bond becomes stronger and stronger each day. You feel like they know you like no one else, like they appreciate you for who you are. Like they are one of the few people on earth to actually take time to get to know the real you. Imagine that you let down your guard down for once, for them, because they’re fucking worth it. With time, you even fall for them. Hard. To the point where you are ready to let go of some of your principles. Because once again, this feels different. This feels worth it, right ? Now, imagine that you fuck up and they’re mad at you. Happens, right ? But imagine that they actually use this as an excuse to take all the things you hate about you, the things you regret the most from your past and they throw them in your face. Stuff you never even talked about with them before, so you didn’t even have a chance to clear the air or provide context. They use it against you. How would you feel ? How would you feel if your best friend, the most amazing woman you have ever met, throws that shit in your face ?

I’m sorry, you said as tears started to well in my eyes. I am so sorry, Marshall…

You fucking hurt me, Y/N, he said. Hell, hurt can’t even begin to describe how I felt. For months, I was feeling great by your side. I thought we had a good thing going on, you and I. If you had just asked me questions about that shit, I would have answered thruthfully. Because I hate that side of me, but I can be honest about it. But to have you, of all people, using that shit against me, that was vile. I can’t say a lot of people have managed to hurt me this much.

You could feel the raw emotions in his voice : sadness, anger and resentment. He was looking at you intently as he spoke, unmoved by the tears streaming down your cheeks.

But I guess you know how it feels, now, he continued. Because I did the same shit. I took what you regret the most in your life and I threw it in your face. Hurts, doesn’t it ?

Yes, you whispered.

Sorry, he said as he took a deep breath. That needed to come out.

I am so sorry, Marshall, you said as you looked at him. I was mad at you but I know I shouldn’t have said any of this. It was wrong. Not that it’s any excuse, but I let Simon get in my head. He said all of these awful things about you and I didn’t believe them. But then, you lied to me, and you were here, like that angry guy I never knew, trying to destroy someone and I… It made me mad, you know ? And a bit scared, too. But yeah, I know it was so wrong. When I cooled off, I wanted to call and apologized, but then, I remembered you saying it would have been better if I had died, so I didn’t. And then, you didn’t call either, so…

You were trying to breathe properly as you cried. It was hard for you to contain your emotions. His look softened a bit.

You want to know why I didn’t call ? He asked.

No, you replied. I mean, yes. But… You don’t owe me an explanation. I was a bitch. I deserved it.

That’s not it, he explained. I did that to protect you. I was so hurt and pissed that it took me a while to cool off. And I knew that if I called or saw you, I would probably be even more of an ass. As mad as I was, I didn’t want to hurt you more.

You nodded as you stared in his eyes.

I’m so sorry, Marshall, you repeated. I miss you so much. I am one month sober today, and I can say that it’s easier to stay away from drugs and booze than it is to be away from you. You’re my best friend. I miss you, I miss your hugs, I miss your stupid dad jokes and the way you look down on me whenever I say I don’t know something about hip-hop culture. Being away from you… I hate it.

I hate it too, he said softly.

You both exchanged shy smiles and drove in silence to the hospital, the atmosphere being more peaceful.

When you finally arrived, he helped you get out of the car and gently hugged you, making sure he wouldn’t hurt your hand. You walked towards the entrance and, as relieved as you were that the two of you had managed to talk, you were tense. This place brought up too many bad memories : the miscarriage, waking up after the overdose, the painful breakup with Simon… Marshall took your healthy hand in his and squeezed gently.

You’ll be alright, he said. You got this. And I got you.

You do ? You asked nervously.

Just because I hated you and didn’t like you for a minute doesn’t mean I stopped loving you and caring about you, he said. At the end of the day, you’re still my best friend, you know ?

You smiled shyly and advanced towards the entrance some more.

How about… We do best friends stuff and get some ice cream ? You nervously offered.

This is not going to work. You’re going in there, and you’re getting stitched, he said.

Yeah but we could get ice cream first, you pointed out.

Your blood is literally dripping on the floor as we speak, Y/N, he chuckled. So ice cream will have to wait until we’re done.

You groaned and eventually stopped walking.

What’s wrong ? He asked.

I’m scared, Marshall, you said. Being here, it brings back so many memories. I… That’s where I lost my baby, where I woke up after the OD, where I broke up with Simon. I can’t do it. I can’t be here.

You voice was starting to crack. He face you and gently stroked your cheek.

I hate it too, he said. If you look over there, I think you can see the window of the room where I woke up after my overdose. I almost died there. So, believe me, I know what if feels like to be scared of this place.

Why did you agree to come then ? You asked.

Because you need to be here, he replied softly. Because it’s been more than fifteen years. And because even though hospitals are scary ass places, lots of good stuff happens there too. They save lives. They can also save your pretty hands, he added with a chuckle.

He squeezed your hand again and led you through the corridors. He helped you fill the forms while you were in the waiting room, while reassuring you simultaneously.

You’re going to be fine, he said. It’s just a few stitches, not open-heart surgery.

I’m starting to feel sick, you said sheepishly.

You got this, he repeated. Think about the ice cream we’re going to get after, ok ? What flavor do you want ?

Strawberry. My baking plans didn’t work, so I might as well. Or maybe a vanilla Mc Flurry with M&Ms.

That sounds like a plan, he chuckled. If you’re brave, you’re getting both.

What do you want ? You asked back.

MFlurry sounds good, he shrugged. Come here.

He put his arm around your shoulders and kissed the top of your head. A nurse quickly called for you and you reluctantly left him, as he mouthed the words “You got this”. Once you were in the room with the nurse and the doctor, you couldn’t help but act out a little bit. You let them know that you were insanely scared of hospitals and needles so they offered you a bit of laughing gas to help you relax. In a few minutes, you got out with stitches on your hand and a big bandage, as well as a prescription for painkillers for a few days. You found Marshall in the corridor, talking to an attractive nurse who was definitely flirting with him. As soon as he saw you, he smiled.

See ? He said. You did this. I’m proud of you.

I’m really really brave, you said, still under the effect of the laughing gas.

Got the laughing gas, did you ? He chuckled.

Yup, you said, popping the P. I’m ready for my ice cream now.

A deal is a deal, he said with a grin.

I’m getting a Mc Flurry with M&Ms… with Eminem, you giggled.

The bad joke caused Marshall and the nurse to have a burst of laughter.

Sorry about her, he told the nurse.

It’s fine, she grinned. I’ve heard worse laughing gas jokes.

How long do you think it will last ? He asked. Just so I know what to expect.

Let me see, she said as she examined your prescription. Well, the effects of laughing gas don’t last too long, usually a couple of minutes, but seeing as she’s under painkillers… I’d say you might be in for a couple more hours of jokes. Basically until she sleeps.

Great, he chuckled as he looked at you. Well I think I better feed you.

I’m really really really hungry, you replied.

Better get going, then, he said. Thanks Nicole, it was nice seeing you.

Goodbye Marshall, she said with a smile.

Not goodbye to me ? You asked, causing Marshall to chortle.

Yes, sure, of course. Goodbye… Y/N, she said as she read the name on your prescription.

You were both giggling as you got out of the ER and made your way back to the car.

You’re impossible, he chuckled.

Whaaaat ? You asked.

Nothing, he said as he shook his head. You’re funny, that’s all.

You let out a giggle as you both got into the vehicle and went to a drive thru to get some ice cream and to a pharmacy to pick up your prescription before going home. The laughing gas was definitely putting you in a good mood. You kept on singing along to the radio. Eventually, one of his songs came on and you thought it would be a good idea to try and display your nonexistent rapping skills. He was crying tears of laughter when he finally parked in front of the house.

That’s not even the real words, he chuckled.

Well, you made it really difficult to rap, you pointed out.

To be fair, you also really suck at rapping, Y/N.

You stuck out your tongue and got out of the car as he shook his head.

Guess who’s baaaack ? Back agaaaain, you sang as you got through the door, Marshall chortling behind you.

Oh my God, Talia said. Are you drunk ?!

She’s fine, Marshall chuckled. Painkillers and laughing gas, that’s all.

Looks like she’s having the time of her life, Jamal chuckled.

You have no idea, Marshall said with a laugh.

So I take it that the two of you guys are alright ? Talia asked.

Yes, you said with a dumb smile. He’s my bestie again.

Well… Like she said, he said with a smile.

Talia engulfed him into a hug.

Finally, she said. I can’t have you guys mad at each other !

Want to stay for dinner ? Jamal offered. It’s been a while since we’ve had you here.

Sure, he said with a smile.

Yay, you said, causing all of them to chuckle.

After dinner, the four of you ended up playing Cards Against Humanity. Marshall and yourself were by far the most sarcastic, pushing each other further in the dark, sometimes tasteless humor. You kept on giggling, partly because of the laughing gas and painkillers, but also because it felt so good to have your best friend back. Eventually, though, you let out a small yawn.

Time for bed ? Marshall asked.

I don’t want the evening to end, you said with a small pout. I’m having such a great time with my three favorite people. You’re all my besties and I love you so so much.

You’re so cute, Talia swooned.

There will be other times, Marshall said with a smile.

You know what we should do ? We should have a bestie’s sleepover ! You exclamed.

I’m in, Talia chuckled.

I’m OUT, Jamal said. What’s next ? Facemasks ?

You’re no fun, you told him as you rolled your eyes. Marshall ?

Seriously, Y/N ? He chuckled.

You flashed a grin and batted your eyelashes.

I missed you, you said tentatively. AND I’m one month sober today.

You’re impossible, he giggled. Fine. You’re definitely high right now, but it’s medical, so it’s not technically breaking the streak…

No offense, but I’m not handling the two of you on my own, Talia chuckled. You guys go and have your little sleepover, I’m staying with my man.

Are we that bad ? Marshall chuckled.

I love having the two of you back as a dynamic duo, she said with a smile. But you are so similar it’s just too much at some point ! You make each other better and worse at the same time.

I like it, you giggled.

Me too, Marshall replied.

The two of you went upstairs and you got ready for bed, coming back from the bathroom in your pajamas. At the sight of these, Marshall burst out in laughter.

Seriously, Y/N ? Cats on your PJs ? He chortled.

They’re cute ! You argued.

They’re as terrible as your rapping skills. And believe me, that’s fucking saying something, he chuckled. These PJs are the least sexy thing I’ve ever seen on you.

Shut up, you pouted. What do you wear to bed ?

Usually, boxers. Or sweatpants, or nothing, he shrugged.

Now that is sexy, you giggled.

Get in bed, dumbass, he chortled. You’re so high, it’s hilarious.

Speaking of sexy, you added, I have your sexy jacket.

Right, he chuckled. Is it sexy though ?

You look sexy in it, you shrugged.

Do I, now ? He grinned.

Yes. Today’s leather jacket is sexy too, you giggled.

What should I wear for the photoshoot, then ? He mused.

Saint Laurent one, black jeans, black shoes, white tee-shirt for contrast, silver chains but not too big and lose the hat, you said after a few seconds of thought.

I should hire you as a stylist, he chuckled. You sure seem to have a lot of opinions on my clothes.

I’d be fucking glorious, you said.

How about you come and spend the day in New York with me next week ? He asked. You can be a glorious stylist, and you can even help me shop for new outfits.

Oh my god, that’d be so cooooool, you shrieked.

We’re doing that, then, he chuckled. Now, bed.

You got under the covers and he removed his clothes, staying in his boxers, before laying next to you.

Marshall ? You asked in a small voice.

Yes, Y/N ?

I’m glad you’re here. Thank you. And sorry again, you said.

I’m glad too, he whispered in your ear. I missed you.

You giggled and you fell asleep peacefully for the first time in a month.

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stay grounded pt.5

[part 6]

streamer abby x streamer reader 🌿

so I wanted to write all of Abbys visit to “reader” in one episode but this one is already 5k words and its getting stupid long so..I split it in two parts 🥹

CW: alcohol,weed and sexual endeavours if you will. not proof read, will check later tonight for any mistakes

Minors get outta here

“You’ll love it when I give it to you, leave you wanting more ,Is it everything and more than you were hoping for ?”

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ever since Abby sent you a screenshot of her flight you were on edge. You promised to pick her up from the airport which just meant that you would be there to take her to the bus stop. She did of course tease you for your lack of driver's license and motivation to get it but she did appreciate the gesture nevertheless. However you were scared. You had a bad dating history, an even worse situationship one and you didn’t even want to get into all the people you had to reject during your trips or the other way around. point being, you found yourself ready to light a candle and apologize for all your sins so that karma wouldn't bite you in the ass. Abby, gave you no reason to have that fear. Sure you didn’t text as much as you thought you would but the times that you did she seemed excited and she would occasionally send you screenshots of places she would like to see or would ask for advice on what clothes to bring. Overall, she was nice and seemed to grow closer if her joking manner and her more sarcastic side coming to the light was anything to go by.

you thought of asking

“you smoke weed?” to be ready but decided against it. You always had it anyways and if she were up for a round you’d just roll one on the spot. Abby wasn’t your only issue. This semester at your university was a constant, painful reminder that you were about to graduate with the difficulty level of all the assignments and projects. Now, you were a great student in practice but a terrible one in attendance. It was hard balancing work, mental breakdowns and college.

On your third fitting on the model your college provided you were ready to tear the fabric to shreds and start going off on everyone. You could understand why designers had a reputation for having a nasty attitude but if said designers were having their models switched every week, thus needing different measurements everytime you wouldn’t blame them.

“For fucks sake Im working on a line 44, why cant they just stick to the same model”

“Well this isn’t our graduation project so they are more relaxed”

“well I'm not and they shouldn’t be either” you argued with one poor classmate who dared to calm you down, oblivious to your temper that was impossible to tame.

this was why you refused to have models. In any case, your daily disapproval of your school's teaching system was something that didn’t bother you to that big of an extent. You disliked the way you acted though. You were snarky, impatient and took offense easier than usual and you couldn’t exactly understand why,so one late evening after fighting with everyone that knows you and doesn’t , you sat down on your couch and tried to find which unhealed version of you was getting triggered and why. Half an hour later you gave up and went to make a toast. Your friend group had 5 solid people. June, your most faithful cheerleader to every stupid decision you ever took and the one who also helped you go through with it, Cassie, the most blunt one who brought you back to reality, Rick, She was too sweet and too in love with her slow burn romance of 3 years and last, Olga.

She rarely appeared due to studying in a different city but when you needed someone to figure you out, she was the only one who could get you out of your head.

Most people had a friend like that. Someone that you talked to the least, yet knew you the best and perhaps, had the most intimate and platonic bond to ever exist. So that night, was a cry for help and luckily, Olga was in town and on her way to your place. She came ready, with a bottle of vodka on one hand and a fresh bag of tobacco on the other.

“Im listening”

she said sitting with her legs crossed on the floor across from you. she was about to burn sage and make a tarot spread if need be

“Alright listen so nothing happened but, I'm scared. I feel…weird. See this is a person that I've admired for so long and it’s only hitting me now that I’m about to meet her and its…it's scary actually”

Olga sat through it all and listened to you ramble for hours and pace all over the living room until you exhausted yourself and finally sat back down on the floor and started rolling a cigarette. You were stressed and out of nowhere your eyes were burning and you were crying and Olga was silent through it all. She grabbed you a new rolling paper and passed it over since the previous one got crumpled from your tears.

It took you an hour to completely calm down and then, she finally began to talk

“Listen it’s understandable that you feel that way, She was after all someone you admired for a while and well, it's not like you don't fool around with others but she was always in your mind”

You nod feeling the weighty clawed hands of depression wrap around your throat threatening another crying session that you had to fight back

“And between us, the last time you took anyone seriously it didn't go so well”

“It really fucking didnt” you agreed and she nod. You finished rolling the blunt and took a few puffs

“Alright now that that’s out of the way let's talk reality. Abby will visit you in a week. She is almost in every one of your streams and sure she posts with other women which in my opinion are just her friends,but she also constantly mentions you in her own streams”

You tried to protest and counter argue every reasonable point she made but she sushed you right a way with a glare

“Which has to mean something. Now I know your favorite hobby is downgrading every positive trait you have but Ill have to stop you”

“I really want this to work”

“And it will. Just be yourself,relax and smoke another blunt if you have to but trust me. It will work. It has worked so far and well, what are the odds of that in the first place?”

You smiled. A small smile but enough to show her that her point was understood. You rested your back against the front of your couch and checked your phone. There was a message there from Abby and you let the warmth and excitement that you felt imprint in your mind as a way to soothe your nerves till her arrival.

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“Just landed. Waiting for the luggage” you read the message over and over again and then looked up at the gate and saw the people walk out and look around for whoever was waiting for them. You tried to bite down the stupid grin on your face and tried your best to school your features in an unbothered-laid back expression to no avail. You were practically bouncing off the walls and scratching the curtains like a cat.

Abby was here,in your country,in your city a few walls apart. Literally.

You were ashamed to admit that you had practiced different ways to greet her and would constantly switch the position you sat in, not sure what energy you were trying to show. You were man spreading, and then you would cross your legs, and then you would stand up and lean against the bar tables from the cafeteria.

“Get it together” You whispered to yourself and just locked and unlocked your phone pretending to be busy.

One moment you were looking at an old video of you and June attempting a stunt and the other you were looking back up at the gate and the woman of your dreams was actually there. Walking and looking at her phone and then around until she spotted you.

She smiled, wide with teeth and wrinkles at the edge of her eyes and you waved her over. You half ran half walked over to her side and unexpectedly-for you- she hugged you.

“Hey!”

She smelled like pine soap and there was a lingering scent of the outside cold on her jacket. You wrapped your arms around her and felt her weight, her muscles and tried to connect with the very real image that she was right in front of you. She was tall and broad, and fuck so damn gorgeous. You pulled away at the same time and you couldn’t hold back returning the equally big smile that she gave you as her eyes darted all over your frame and face

“Wow hi,this is-“

“Crazy right? Can’t believe I’m actually here”

“Yeah! So how was your flight?” This was comfortable. She was comforting and just,so much easier to talk to than you initially expected. Her voice was lower up close and she wasn’t someone who talked loudly. She was expressive and,and,and

So many things you couldn’t stop noticing and observing about her in pure admiration. You feared that seeing her up close would give you a change of heart and you were so off base because if it did one thing, it was to confirm that you absolutely had a crush on this woman. It was a 40 minute ride till your apartment with the bus and once you reached your destination she visibly seemed to rest her shoulders and lean against the wall taking off her boots and beanie. You hated how attractive she was while doing the most mundane things

“You got a nice place. Can’t believe I’m finally witnessing what's behind the cameras of Cottons studio”

“Hah! If I didn't know you any better I’d say you’re making fun of me”

“I’m absolutely not” she teased and you helped her with her luggage

“So,normally when I have a guest they sleep with me in my room but I didn't know what you were comfortable with so I prepared the couch for you to sleep in as well”

“Ah I don't mind. Thanks”

She said and you assumed she would take the couch but to your horror and relief she left her bags in your bedroom. Which meant you two would share the same bed for the two weeks of her stay.

“Ugh,cool so ok” you looked around nervous and then slammed your hands together in a hollow clap.

“Alright so, let me show you my place first” she walked close behind you as you showed her how everything worked which made it difficult to even walk properly.

I should have trained my walk or something.

You thought in misery as you stood in the corridor showing her your crafting room. She stepped in around you to look at the clothes on the mannequins. You could’ve sworn that there were stars in her eyes when she know the full knight armor that you proudly displayed.

“Fuck I saw this on twitter but Damn you outdid yourself. All these details and”

“Its rococo architecture”

“I noticed.You add details like that to every piece you make. Oh right you also made a white dress that I really wanted to see up close”

“Oh that!” You chirped excited and walked over to the wardrobe on the other side of the room to find the piece. It was from your first year and it was the first clean work you did. The sewing was straight and not a line out of place. You showed it to her and then sat on the thought. That was a fairly old post. How far did she…

“Yeah that one. Its even prettier up close. Sorry I don’t know much about fabrics and all that but from the little that I know this looks amazing”

You were fiddling with your fingers and let her admire all your pieces occasionally adding some commentary about the construction or the inspiration. She showed genuine interest in this and you didn't know how to deal with someone this nice.

“I could make you one if you want” She stared at you wide eyed with a grin and lowered brows “You’d do all of that” she said and placed a hand on the shoulder piece of the knight armor “For me?” You shrugged and walked out of the room to grab your measuring tape that was in the kitchen aisle for unknown reasons. You stopped in front of your workshop's entrance and tried to reach up and see how big the breastplate would be for starters.A soft chuckle escaped her and your eyes shot up to look at her.

“Yes? Abigail?”

She gave you a crooked smile and licked her teeth “You are really short” You would have choked on your spit if your throat wasn't so dry. Was this her way of hitting on you?

“I think your judgement isn’t trustworthy since you are just unreasonably tall. My measuring tape won’t fit the whole of you”

She reached up and rested her hands against the door frame and leaned a little closer to you. Close enough to spike up your heart rate to a dangerous pace.

“Is that not to your liking?”

And in this moment, You hated every girlish bone in your body for smacking her lightly in the sternum and laughing all the way through that embarrassing gesture.

What.was.that.

“You are insufferable” she smiled and pushed herself away. That would sum up any notable moments in your first day with Abby. You did talk a bit and made a quick and general schedule of what you could do while she was here all the while she kept glancing around at your room and you decor while you rested on your couch

“You have a lot of stuff”

“Oh yeah empty spaces freak me out”

She nodded in contemplation

“I like it. My apartment has like, a lot less stuff”

You leaned on your arm and smiled,lazy and pleased with the atmosphere

“Why? Afraid Alice will make a mess?”

“No I know how to keep my pets well trained”

Your cheeks flushed and you reached on your coffee tables drawer to pull out your tobacco and roll a cigarette cause you were getting heated up out of nowhere and you were about to share a bed

“O-oh of course. Then…?”

“I don’t know, I just never bothered I guess? I have a lot of plants though. You’ll see, but yeah I just don't know what decor to go far”

Your mind paused mid sentence. -you will see-

Was that an invite ? You smiled and Lit your cigarette sitting back on the couch in awe of how well the first night went

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That night. You simply did not sleep. Your plan seemed genius a few hours ago, but Abby was happily resting in your bed while you played Valhalla,the wrath of the Druids DLC for the second time fighting to stay awake.

Abby Anderson,was sleeping in your bed. You smiled every time you remembered that and then you were ready to cry thinking of the possibility that this would be just a friendship. You texted your friends that had been blowing up your group chat since yesterday.

She is sleeping in my bed right now

Cassie: YOU HOOKED UP ??? GET IT GIRL

No, she is JUST sleeping. I’m up. In my living room playing valhalla

Couldn’t sleep like at all

june: why the fuck didnt you sleep in the same bed?!?!?! Out of all times NOW you remember to have shame ??

THATS NOT

SHIT SHE IS UP EVERYONE QUIET

june: PUSSYYYYYYYU

You tossed your phone on the couch and looked up at Abby in all her morning freshly woken up glory. You gasped quietly at the sight of her unbraided long hair. she wore gray sweatpants and a sleeveless top that showed off her biceps and the sunlight licked the curves of her arms in the most delightful way

“Good morning” you croaked and tried to clear your throat and repeated the greeting more smoothly. she chuckled and sat next to you on the couch

“did you sleep at all?” you shook your head and paused the game

“sorry it got so interesting and then next thing I know birds are chirping” she shook her head and looked at the screen which gave you an opening to look at her

“Then please continue. Need to know who Im competing against for your attention”

you grinned and shook your head trying to ignore her move cause it was too early to handle this version of Abby.

“No, it's fine. Wanna get coffee? my treat”

“sure” she said and you grabbed your phone going to an app and browsing through the open cafes

“you want something for breakfast?”

she leaned against you and peaked at your phone looking through the stores. Your breathing slowed and you felt the hair on your arms raise at the contact that her chin made with your shoulder. You stayed still scared that if you moved she would have pulled away

“I wouldn’t be against that. What do you usually have?”

“W-well. Im european so, a cigarette with coffee”

she looked at you in shock and then broke down in laughter pulling away and getting up with you unconsciously leaning over the spot where she was seconds ago missing her touch already.

“Yeah I’ve seen that meme going around. So it really is a thing” you smiled at her

“mmmm you know me so well”

“Well I hope I do” she teased and went to the bathroom to fix herself up leaving you breathless and a nervous wreck. Did you miss something ? Because it seemed like she was heavily flirting with you and you only now realized how bold she could actually be.

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Rick: I Cant wait to meet herrrr <333333

June:I’m so happy you are having fun but if she doesn’t pass the vibe check I’m breaking her kneecaps

Relax! I promise she is really cool.

Olga: what time are we meeting up ?

11 at our usual spot. We will go in together

Abby was laying on your couch going through her phone waiting for you to tell her the plan for the night. She did touch on the fact that despite the influencer parties she was not familiar with the clubbing scene. Not like you seemed to be at least and while at first you insisted that you didn't have to go, she really insisted on doing otherwise. So now you were getting ready and once you were dressed you sat on your vanity and noticed from the mirror that she was watching you. You smiled

“Hey want me to do your makeup?”

She tensed and walked over to you and sat across your vanity on the bed,manspreading and leaning on her elbows which unconsciously made you squeeze your thighs shut and you could feel the tip of your ears burn.

“I’d like that. But ugh,nothing too heavy?”

She asked and you chuckled going back to putting on eyeshadow

“Don’t worry sunshine. Ill do you right”

“Ooooh will you?”

You felt the hair on your arms raise and you looked back at her who had a nasty smirk full of innuendos and you cocked a brow deciding to take on the challenge

“You have no idea”

And that was the first time you saw her get flustered in the most subtle of ways. Reaching around her neck to rub her nape and not looking at you the moment you saw a dust of pink on her nose and cheeks. This was your first little victory.

You were done with your makeup soon enough considering you had a standard go to makeup that you just knew complimented your features the best and then you turned around to start attending to her.

You grabbed a base, a mascara and your eyeliner pomade and stood up to tower over her while doing her makeup.

“Alright relax big girl, I’m not going to hurt you” you said teasingly when you saw how stressfully shut she had her eyes and she breathed out letting a laugh escape and releasing the tension

“Sorry. Not used to this happening”

“That makes me feel so fucking special” she chuckled and then tried to stop when she felt move on your hands starting to do their work.

“You have beautiful features, you know. Bet you’ve been on many MUAs eyes”

“Stop,you’re just flattering me now”

“Absolutely not. I hate doing peoples makeup and yet I wanna do yours”

You tried applying very little foundation, loving the map of constellations the freckles on her face formed and had a desire to accentuate them more by working around them.

Without realizing you moved closer to her standing between her spread thighs, your naked knee grazing her jeans. She carefully moved a hand behind it and gently held your leg which you tried not to think too much about. That was until you felt her thumb brush against the tender flesh of your skin. Slow and subtle and so careful, almost like a wolf trying to lure in a deer. You kept working with her face and when it came to doing her eyeliner you had to be steadier. So you moved closer, balancing your knee on the edge of the bed between her legs, her hand following the movement all the way through until her palm was now resting just a few inches below your ass given that now the only empty space was your thigh.

You were shaking

“Sorry Ill have to hold your face so that I don't mess up”

“Yeah go ahead”

She said a little more rattled than you expected her to sound and you held her cheek while drawing a thin,small brown line. You finished up with the mascara and had to resist testing your luck by suggesting lipstick.

“There. Done”

She opened her eyes and you stared at each other with your lips parted for a few minutes as the realization of your proximity hit. You pulled away first and motioned her over to your mirror which she had to heavily bend over to look at her reflection and she smiled

“Oh wow yeah, You are good. Never thought I’d see myself like that”

Your hands were shaking and you were starting to get anxious. Badly. Your mind wandered off to the fear that you just missed a very good opportunity and you seriously needed weed or a drink

“Alright we are ready to get going then”

Abby hit it off with your friends right away. Not that you ever had doubts but you could never be too sure. Rick, the sweetheart, was obviously just incredibly happy to see you with “the buff mommy of your dreams” as she whispered to you before you walked into the club which earned her a slap on the arm to hush her. The night was going well, save for the first hour of awkwardness before the shots started coming in and the good songs were being put on. You danced and when your favorite song came you and June grabbed each other by the arms and screamed the lyrics at the top of your lungs. You were so lost in the moment that you completely forgot how you looked and when you turned around to check on Abby there was nothing but awe in her face. No hint of disgust or discomfort or second hand embarrassment as you feared you would find. No, if anything she seemed to love whatever was unfolding before her eyes and she leaned back to sit on a stool and crossed her arms with a smirk looking smug. You walked over to her and too drunk to care propped your hands on her thigh and leaned in close to her ear

“Are you having fun?”

An arm reached out around you and rested on your lower back which gave you shivers. Your dress was backless and short which normally would make you feel cold but Abby's touch made it feel like it was hot summer night

“Oh yeah this is great. You are a good dancer”

You laughed drunk and high with music euphoria and held her arm you fingers pushing into the muscles in delight and tried to get her stand up

“Then dance with me”

Dragging her was pointless. Like a mountain Abby would not move and could not be swayed. But she did seem to enjoy your determined efforts to get her to do what you wanted so she indulged you while teasing your every move and reaching out to take a sip from her drink.

“You are so stubborn” You mumbled and she leaned in closer asking you to repeat the question the same moment that a girl bumped into you and in motion you fell on Abby. Gravity failed you both as her drink spilled all over your dress sparing her jeans and shirt which made you frown and groan in frustration.

The girl turned around to look at you in embarrassment and immediately held your hand

“I’m so sorry fuck let me help you clean up” she said frantic and your face softened immediately at her remorseful behavior. Your dress was most certainly ruined though. Abby stood up pushing her drink on the other side of the counter and held you by the waist glaring at the girl “Its fine we got this” She said, loud enough for the three of your to hear and moved you upstairs to the restroom.

“Alright now, paper towels” She said to herself and you leaned against the sink counter feeling your head buzz. The smell of chlorine made you dizzy and you had to kneel down and rest your head in the hollow of your crossed arms that were propped against your knees

“You good?” Abby asked and you looked up at her concerned expression

“Ah, I have such a good angle from here” Sober you weren't friends with drunk you. With every shot you took your filter evaporated and you were the type of drunk who got incredibly horny and flirty. The sight of the woman who was sculpted like a Greek statue accelerated those thoughts and those khaki pants sat so nicely and low on her crotch showing just a sliver of her black boxer briefs.

“Oh you are drunk as fuck” She said and kneeled before you holding your arms away from your chest to start cleaning the front of your dress.

“You leaned your head closer to her face and she looked you in the eyes with a playful scowl.

“Oh and you aren’t ?”

She shook her head with a smile and went back to wiping your top

“If I wasn’t I would not be able to do this with that much comfort” she admitted and you did only now notice that the area she was so carefully trying to clean was your chest. You smiled and held her hand to grab the tissue

“Let me do it myself then”

“Absolutely not”

“You fucking pervert”

“Oh you have no idea”

You both laughed and when you left the bathroom you were even closer than before. She still refused to dance much but with the help of your friends you did lift her spirits enough to at least not constantly be seated on a stool. That and she seemed incredibly intent on keeping hold of you one way or another putting quite a show when a more sensual song would play without ever getting too explicit. It drove you mad, this slow burn game of push and pull that lasted throughout the entire night and all the way home where you both crashed on the bed hardly in the mood to properly change or take off your makeup but you did have the decency to turn around when she changed and so did she. Not that it mattered since she decided to sleep in her sports bra and sweats and you wore an oversized t-shirt with your underwear only.In a way,there was a distant thought of you hoping that something more would have happened while at the same time you were incredibly satisfied with the turn of events

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Abby’s POV

Her head was spinning and not from vodka. All night she was fighting the urge to make you dry hump her thigh or thrust her hips against your ass in the most vile and sexual way possible.Hell she was close to doing so after the fifth shot of Smirnoff. She groaned and turned around in the bed now face to face with your sleeping frame. She was close enough to feel the small puffs of air on her exposed sternum. She herself was slowly dozing off and was ready to fall asleep until she felt you move closer and bury your face in her chest and tossed your leg over her thigh,keeping the other one snuggly between your own. Her senses were clouded and her head was a mess and she saw you open your eyes that were glossy and in the same daze as she was. You didn't say a word and neither did she. She felt your fingers first, circling her waist and nudge at the waistband of her sports bra, feeling the skin and dipping your fingers beneath it just enough to feel some more. Your eyes fell on her lips and she took the initiative to kiss you. That was the intent. But the gesture was a lot softer, barely grazing the surface. She looked at your eyes trying to find any sense of discomfort but you whined at the loss of contact and she kissed you a second time with more fervor,nibbling on your lower lip and pressing her tongue against it. You opened your mouth with a moan and she took her chance to dive deeper and switch positions with her now on top of you and your hands deep in her scalp holding her hair in fists as you reciprocated the gesture silently begging for more.

She pushed a thigh between your legs and you met her movement by grinding your hips against her chasing some sort of release.

“Abby” you whispered her name like a prayer and she pulled away from your bruised lips a string of saliva still connecting you both with the taste of your cherry lipgloss on her tongue.That soft needy voice may have been the most divine sound that had ever graced her ears. She gave you another kiss on the cheek and then on your jaw and went all the way down to your collar bones. She decided to linger on your neck a bit more nibbling at the tender skin just above your pulse,careful not to leave any unwanted marks. You called for her again and she pulled away and held your face in her hands and gave you another kiss. There were so many things she wished she had the energy to do that night, but there was an impending headache numbing her skull and she could see you struggle to stay sober and awake. You were both drunk and in need of sleep.

You pulled her closer and she rested her head on your chest listening to your heartbeat. Her arms slipped beneath your waist holding you tightly against her front and then she finally fell asleep

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Unbreakable

Chapter 9

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 6.3k

Warning: Some angst-iness, fluff, SMUUUTTTTTT, badly written smut, oral (fem. receiving), p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), implied depression (Idk if it's well depicted)

A/N: These two ugh!!! my heart can't take it. They finally take their relationship to the next (physical level). Also I hated that in the infinity saga no one checked up on Thor so I'm changing that too.

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“I can’t believe you.” You look over at Lisa with a scowl. “I thought we were friends.”

“I guess we aren’t anymore.”

You scoff and look back down at the table. Lisa had never seen you upset let alone pissed off. She couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up.

“Just take the cards, you drama queen.” Lisa urges you.

“I can’t believe you stacked all of those draw twos against me.”

“C’mon sweetheart, it’s just a game. Take your cards.”

You tilt your head to the side and look at Steve. “Just a game? I’ll have you know I’ve never lost a game of Uno before.” You say before you smile. “And I’m not about to now.” You add another draw two card to the pile.

Steve groans but has to grab a total of ten cards.

“It’s just a game, sweetheart.” You smile.

“Who knew she was so competitive?”

“All I know is we’re burning the Uno cards after this round.” Nat said before taking a sip of her beer.

You had finally introduced Lisa and Cassie to Nat and the three of them had hit it off. So now whenever the five of you had a free night someone would host game night. This week it was Lisa and Cassie’s night to host. Their home was lovely, something you hoped to have one day. You saw the same kind of awe in Steve’s eyes as he took in the modern yet cozy living space.

“You know what they say, if you can’t stand the heat.”

Nat rolls her eyes as she places a card down.

“I’m gonna take you down.”

“Good luck Red.” You winked at her. Nat shook her head but smiled at the nickname. Something you’d started calling her when you felt more comfortable in your friendship.

The game went on for a few more turns.

“Uno.” You shout and soon enough you place the last card down. “Yes! I am undefeated.”

You do a little happy dance while the others groan. This was at least the fourth game you’d won in a row. Cassie throws a balled up napkin at your head and you laugh. After picking up all of the cards and helping to clean up Nat excuses herself for the night. Soon enough you and Steve do the same with a promise of getting together again soon.

****

“Thank you for coming tonight.” You tell Steve as you stand on the steps of your apartment building.

“I wouldn’t have missed it. It was fun and I think Nat really needed it as well.”

“Yeah,” you nod but your mood shifts. “I worry about her. If we don’t drag her out she’d stay at the compound or go out on missions forever.”

“Some people are finding different ways to cope.”

“Yeah.”

“I was lucky enough to find the most amazing person to help me through my bad days.” Steve says as he places his hands on your hips and pulls you flush against him.

You smile as your hands come up to rest on his chest.

“Oh really?”

“Really.” Steve mumbled before closing the distance between your lips and giving you a sweet kiss. When he pulled back you chased him for a couple of more quick pecks. “So listen.” He says once you’ve both been satisfied. “I was wondering if you could take a few days off in like a week or so.”

“Probably. What for?”

“I am going to visit a friend and I was wondering if you wanted to go with me.”

“Oh,” you can’t help but feel giddy at the thought of meeting another of Steve’s friends. “I’ll see what days I can take and let you know.”

“Perfect. Is Marvin good on planes?”

You both look down at Marvin who was sitting by your feet patiently waiting for the night to end. “I don’t know, we’ve never been on a plane together before. But he should be ok. I’ll do some research to see what I can do to make him comfortable during the flight.”

“Ok. Perfect, I’ll talk to you later.”

“Text me when you get home.”

Steve gives you another kiss. “Always.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too sweetheart.”

You’re all smiles as you walk into the building and up to your apartment.

When Steve said you two were taking a trip you thought it would be on a commercial flight. Instead the two of you, and Marvin, were in the jet Nat used for missions. The plan was that she would take you to your destination, stay unless she was needed for a mission, and come back to pick you up. It wasn’t what you were expecting but you appreciated the privacy.

“Are you ready for take off?” Steve asks as he double checks your seatbelt.

“Yeah. How long is the flight?”

“A few hours.”

“Ok, cool. Are you going to let me use you as a pillow if I fall asleep?”

Steve smiles as he sits next to you. “Of course you can sweetheart.”

“Are you two ready?” Nat turns her head to look back at you.

You and Steve nod.

“Alright. It should be a few short hours so strap in lovebirds.”

****

It was an almost 9 hour flight. Marvin was the first to hop out of the jet in order to stretch his legs. Steve grabs your bags while you walk around with Marvin and then head down to the village you’ll be staying at. You were surprised when you saw the sign that said New Asgard. Steve and Nat had both told you about Thor and how he had brought his people to earth when their home was destroyed.

“Captain Rogers, Black Widow.” A woman met the three of you at the village entrance. There were people working and walking around, their attention going to the four of you.

“Please call me Nat.”

“I’m Steve. This is Y/N, my girlfriend.” He introduced you. “And that’s Marvin.” He points towards the dog sitting at your feet.

“Are you an avenger too?”

“No,” you shook your head. “I’m only here for moral support.”

“I’m Brunnhilde. C’mon I’ll show you where you’ll be staying.”

The three of you follow her until you get to a cottage. Brunnhilde lets you in and hands over the key.

“You should settle down for the night. I’ll take you to see him tomorrow but you should know that he isn’t doing well.”

You say your good nights and start to settle for the night. Nat takes one room and Steve ushers you to the other one.

“I’ll take the couch.” He says as sets your bags down just past the doorway.

“What? Why? The bed is big enough for the two of us.”

“I know but I didn’t want to assume you’d want to share a bed.”

You smile up at Steve and wrap your arms around his midsection. “Thank you for your consideration but I would like it very much if you stayed with me.”

“Are you sure?”

“Very sure.” You reach up to give Steve a quick kiss, one he accepts happily.

“The bathroom’s free.” Nat calls from down the hallway.

You and Steve each take a shower, have a quick dinner and head to bed for the night.

You were sitting at the kitchen table with Nat and Steve just having breakfast and talking over the plans for the day.

“I think the two of you should go ahead. Thor might not want to meet anyone new.” You said before taking a sip of your coffee.

“I don’t want you to be here alone.”

“Don’t worry about it. Marvin and I can go explore the village center. You two go see Thor and we can meet here in the afternoon.”

“Are you sure?” Steve asks as he stands to place his plate in the sink. “I’m more than ok if you join us.”

“I’m sure. Now go.”

With Nat and Steve gone you finish getting ready yourself. Double checking that you have everything in your bag you grab Marvin’s leash and head out.

****

New Asgard was beautiful. There were still things that needed to be done but the Asgardians had accomplished so much in the time they had been on earth. You took a stroll around the village center and ended around the rocky shore. It was early and vacant enough that you took off Marvin’s vest and leash to let him run around freely. You grabbed the ball you always carried in your bag for him and threw it far enough for him to chase. Of course it wasn’t as far Steve could throw it so he came back quickly. Marvin wagged his tail as he followed your movements to grab the ball again and throw it.

“How are you enjoying New Asgard?” You turn to see Brunnhilde walking up to you.

“It’s beautiful. I’m sure it’s not as beautiful as the original though.”

She looks back and nods.

“I’m sorry. I can’t imagine losing my home like that.”

She gives you a tight lipped smile before her eyes move to look at something behind you. “Marvin, right?”

“Yup.”

Marvin walks past you and lays the ball at her feet. He sits back and waits patiently for the ball to be thrown again. Brunnhilde takes it and launches it further than you had and Marvin is one happy dog as he runs full speed in order to find his target.

“So do you work with Steve and Nat?” She asks as the two of you decide to sit and wait for Marvin.

“No. I could never be an avenger.” You shake your head. “I don't think I’d last a day in the field and I’m probably a bit high maintenance.”

“High maintenance?”

“Yeah, I don’t think I could go days without a working bathroom. And you know the whole getting shot at or beaten up. I’m here for moral support and taking care of Steve and Nat when they come back from their missions.”

“Well that role is just as important.” Brunnhilde says with a smile.

“I mean I can kick some ass. They’ve taught me self defense.”

“Really?” She raises a brow and has a smirk that says trouble.

“Yes.”

“Would you like to spar? I promise it will be an easy round. Maybe I can teach you something too.”

You smile and nod. “I’d love that.”

“I’ll meet you at the cottage in 15 minutes then.” She says and leaves.

You call Marvin back and head to the cottage and change into more athletic clothes.

****

By the time Steve and Nat finally get back to the house you and Brunnhilde have finished your impromptu training session and are sitting side by side talking and drinking some water.

“What were you up to while we were out?” Steve asks as he walks in through the front door.

“Sparring. I learned some new moves.”

Steve nods, impressed that you wanted to learn more. “You sure you don’t want to be on the team? We could use all the help we can get.”

“Nope. I’m fine being your cheerleader and nurse.”

Steve smiles but it doesn’t reach his eyes and you notice immediately.

“I’ll see you later.” Brunnhilde excuses herself and leaves the three of you alone.

“I’m assuming things didn’t go well with Thor?”

Steve sighs as he takes the seat next to you while Nat makes herself comfortable in an armchair.

“I wasn’t expecting him to be the jovial person he was when we first met but seeing him like this was heartbreaking.” Steve says.

“Initially he didn’t even want to see us. It took us a few minutes to get him to open the door. When we finally got inside he didn’t want to listen to what we had to say.” Nat adds.

You placed a hand on Steve’s back and moved it up and down in a soothing manner.

“I’m sorry guys. But we’re here a few more days right? You can try again. All you can do is let him know that he isn’t alone, even though he feels that way.”

“Yeah, I know. It just feels a bit hopeless.” Steve murmurs.

“You’ll figure it out and I’m right here to support you in whatever way you need.” You turn to look at Nat. “Both of you.”

Nat gave you a tight lipped smile. She’s been under a lot of pressure lately. Most of it she put on herself. It was wearing her down, you could see it.

“I’m gonna go shower. I’ll be right back.”

****

Just as you’re done getting dressed Nat knocks on your door. You open it and see her dressed in her uniform.

“You’re leaving?”

“Yeah, Rhodey needs some backup.”

“Is Steve going too?” you ask, suddenly anxious about being left alone in another country.

“No, but he’s going to walk me to the jet. He’ll be right back.”

You nod and give Nat a hug.

“Be safe and come back.”

“I will. Have fun will you?” She steps back and smiles. “See you in a day or so.”

After spending a great afternoon together, you and Steve settled down for the night. He was sitting in bed sketching while you stared at yourself in the bathroom mirror. You took in a deep breath and tried to calm your nerves. This was supposed to be what you hoped was the next step in your relationship. You apply some lip gloss and make sure you look your best before walking back toward the bedroom you were sharing and stand at the doorway.

“Hey sweetheart, are you ready for bed or were you going to read some more?” Steve asks without looking up from his sketch.

“Nope.”

At your reply Steve looks up and drops his pencil and his jaw. You were wearing a light blue silk slip with lace trim that barely made it to the top of your thigh. Steve’s eyes moved all over your frame and he shifted to try and adjust the quickly growing tent in his pants. It would be a lie if Steve said he hadn’t thought about the physical aspect of your relationship. He would never push you to do something you didn’t want to do but he also craved to be close to you in this way. So his eyes were glued to the sway of your hips. His mouth parted slightly in awe that you were standing in front of him looking so beautiful.

Steve swung his legs over the edge of the bed, his legs spread enough so that you could stand in between them. He moved the sketchbook to the nightstand as you placed your hands on his shoulders but he couldn’t stop thinking about touching you, how you clouded his senses in such a mesmerizing way by just being close to him. Slowly Steve brought his hands up to rest on your hips. The scent of your perfume was as delicate and intoxicating as you were and Steve couldn’t help but take in a deep breath in hopes that he could remember it forever.

“You look beautiful.” He finally manages to say as he looks up at you. A bashful smile and a pink tint make their way up to Steve’s face as he compliments you.

You stared at each other for a moment, neither of you moved a muscle. It was obvious what was about to happen. Your heart was thrashing against your ribs as nerves got the better of you.

“Hey,” Steve squeezed your hips. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”

You gave him a questioning look and he smiled.

“I can hear your heart beating like crazy. You’re in control ok? We stop when you say stop.”

You smiled and nodded then cupped his face. Steve closed the small distance between you both and kissed you. There had been a few make out sessions in the past but compared to this kiss those were tame. In a bold move you would have never done before you straddled Steve’s lap. You were chest to chest as Steve finally moved his hands respectfully to your low back but then he grabbed your ass. He kneaded your flesh before pulling you closer causing you to moan into the kiss.

“So beautiful.” Steve murmured between kisses down your neck and toward your chest.

His hands move along your thighs until he reaches your slip and starts taking it off. Your breath hitches at such a moment of vulnerability. Steve had never seen you naked so he’s never seen the scars and it scares you that he will be disgusted by them. When he feels you tense against him, Steve stops.

“Hey, talk to me. What’s wrong?”

You run your hands back and forth on his forearms.

“Could we maybe turn off the lights?”

Steve tilts his head slightly to the side as he studies your face. “If that’s what you want. But why?”

“I have scars.”

“You think I won’t want you because of that?” He asks and you nod before turning your head to hide your embarrassment. “Sweetheart, I could never do something like that to you. You know that right?”

“Yes.”

“Then let me show you how you make me feel. How much I love you.”

You finally look back at him and see the sincerity in his eyes. “Ok.” You say softly and are rewarded with a beautiful smile.

Steve grabs the hem of your slip and slowly drags it up your body and over your head, leaving you in only a pair of lacy underwear.

“Just as I thought.” Steve murmurs. “Perfect.”

He kisses your lips before moving back down to your chest where the first scar is. The one that represents how you almost died. Steve places a kiss there before he gives your breasts attention. A hand kneading one and his mouth on the other, tongue swirling and flicking your nipple. You moan and arch, pushing your chest closer to him. It startles you when Steve stands while still holding on to you and gently places you on the bed. His eyes are filled with lust and love. With every move he makes Steve checks in with you to make sure you’re comfortable and it warms your heart.

Steve starts by kissing in the valley between your breasts. Every scar he finds he kisses, and there are many. His hands are gentle as they caress every inch of your body they can reach. Steve’s hands sit at your hips, playing with the edge of your panties. There’s a bit of embarrassment that you were already so wet and that Steve could see the mark of your arousal in the form of a wet patch on your underwear.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” He asks.

“Yes, please Steve, I want to be with you. I trust you.”

Steve smiled at your words and he slowly pulled down your panties. Now you were laying there completely bare for him. It made you want to hide but you also wanted this, more than that you needed him. And with the look he was giving you, you knew he felt the same. Steve doesn’t waste any time and settles between your thighs. His lips start a trail on your inner thigh before moving to the other. Steve places a kiss on your mound and you whine before propping yourself on your elbows and looking down at him and finding a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Stop being a tea-ah.” Your head falls backwards as Steve licks a long stripe from your dripping hole up to your clit. He groans as he finally gets a taste of you.

Steve takes his time with you. He swirls his tongue around your clit and gives you just enough attention to push you to the edge but not over, not yet. Then Steve begins to tease your entrance with a finger before pushing in. You moan and buck your hips against him looking for more of him. Steve adds another finger and continues at a steady pace. Your hands fist the bedsheet the closer you get to your first orgasm.

“So close. Please…” You whimper and roll your hips.

“Let go for me, sweetheart.” Steve says as he curves his fingers and adds pressure to your g-spot, his lips wrapped around your sensitive bundle of nerves.

You gasp and tense as Steve pushes you over the edge. Steve helps you through your high. When you open your eyes you’re met with his smiling face.

“Hi.” You whisper and he chuckles.

“Hi. How are you feeling?”

“So good.”

“Yeah?” Steve’s eyes are bright and so is his smile.

“Yeah.”

You caress his cheek and pull him down to kiss him, moaning when you taste yourself on his tongue. Your hands move over Steve’s chest and wrap around his midsection. Muscles tense and relax under your touch as he moves to hover over you.

“Sweetheart, I don’t have any protection.”

“It’s ok. I’m on birth control and I’m clean.” You murmur between kissing his jawline.

“You’re sure you want this?”

You smile. “I am.”

Steve pulls away from you to undress. He first takes off his shirt and you bite your bottom lip as he continues to undress. Steve smirks when he sees you press your thighs together as he slides his sweats off staying in only a pair of boxer briefs. You sit up and reach out to touch him. Your hands lands on his abs, just above the elastic of his underwear. He takes your hand and plants a kiss on your knuckles.

“Steve I want to-“

“Maybe next time. Right now it’s about you.”

You shake your head. “It’s about both of us.”

“Sweetheart, trust me when I tell you that just being here,” Steve pushes you to lay back down. You spread your legs and let him settle in between them. “with you like this, is more than enough for me.” He kisses your neck again and moves up to your jaw. “I want to make love to you, show you how much you mean to me.” He murmurs as he pushes his boxers down.

You look in between your bodies and your jaw falls slack. Steve is big, and although you had assumed he would be, now you weren’t sure he would fit.

“We’ll go slow ok?” Steve says as if reading your mind.

You look back up at him and nod before your lips are on his again. Steve takes himself in his hand and moves up and down your slit. The head of his cock putting pressure on your sensitive clit. Steve groans as he collects your slick and then spreads it along his hardened length. You tense as Steve lines himself up with your entrance and looks at you one more time. He can see the momentary panic in your eyes and stops.

“Sweetheart.”

“Hhmm.” You look up at him with wide panicked filled eyes.

“It’s just you and me, nothing else matters. I love you.”

“I love you too.” You said but Steve could tell that you were still tense.

He pulls back and pulls you up with him. Steve moves to sit against the headboard and has you straddling his lap. He gives you quick kisses before looking at you.

“You’re in control. We do what you feel comfortable doing. Take what you want, sweetheart. I’m all yours.”

That made you want to melt into a puddle. You moved closer to him, eyes trained on his lust blown ones. This was so much better and although Steve could overpower you, you knew he would never do that. With a new wave of determination you slip your hand between your bodies and take his hard, throbbing cock in your hand. You slowly move your hand up and down collecting the precum already at the tip and spreading it. Steve groans at your touch and wills himself not to thrust into your fist.

“Now who’s the tease?” He murmurs.

You smirk and line yourself up. Slowly you start to lower yourself on his length. A small gasp falls from your lips as your hands land on Steve’s chest. His hands are on your hips as he helps you slowly move up and down until you're fully wrapped around him.

“So full.” You mutter through shallow breaths. “Feels so good.”

Steve smiles before kissing you. He’s gentle and loving and the delicious stretch as he You focus on Steve and his expression of pure bliss as you flutter around him.

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me, baby.” Steve kisses you.

You slowly roll your hips slowly and gasp. With every gentle kiss, every praise that falls from his lips, Steve washes away any negative thought and insecurity you had. You relax more and soon you begin to really enjoy this moment. Steve’s mouth is on your breast and his attention to your pebbled peak combined with a roll of his hips has you digging your nails into his chest.

“So fucking tight.” Steve says with a grunt. “You feel so good.”

You can only moan in response as you continue to bounce on his cock. There was nothing but the sound of skin against skin, wet sloppy kisses, whimpers and groans of pleasure. It didn’t take long for you to reach your second orgasm. Steve did that, he gave you everything you didn’t know you needed in such an intimate and vulnerable moment. He lets you find your rhythm in your pleasure without forcing you. His words were somehow filthy when he praised you for being his good girl but also tender. He pushed his own needs and wants to the side to make sure you were happily satiated first. With his hands on your hips he helps in your movements.

“You’re so close, sweetheart. I can feel it, they way you’re gripping me.” He murmurs in your ear and that sends a shiver down your spine. His voice is so low when he tells you that you can let go.

You can’t help but to do as he says while Steve slows down to help you through your high. When the haziness finally begins to fade and you blink away the stars behind your eyelids, you focus on Steve and cup his face.

“Your turn.” You murmur. “Fill me up, Stevie. I need it.”

Steve flips you in your back and sits back on his haunches, his eyes are lust filled. With his hands on your hips Steve pulls you closer to him, leaving only your back and shoulders on the bed. Steve picks up his pace and as he pistons into you he starts to rub tight circles around your swollen clit. Your hands grip the sheets as Steve finally cums with a grunt of your name. You follow close behind him.

“Fuck.” Steve lowers himself hovering you again and hiding his face in the crook of your neck. You move your hand up and down Steve’s back in a soothing manner.

After a minute or so Steve pulls out and then turns to lay on his back bringing you to lay on top of him. You can’t help but sniffle and cuddle closer to him, hiding your face against Steve’s chest.

“Sweetheart? Are you ok?” Steve asks, concerned. He could feel the tear drop on his skin. “Oh no, did I hurt you? I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to.”

Steve turns again so that you’re laying on your back again and he can check for any injuries.

“No, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to cry and ruin all of this.”

“You aren’t ruining anything, sweetheart but talk to me.”

“These are happy tears, I promise.” You look up at Steve through tear soaked lashes. “You make me happy. I was just overwhelmed for a moment.”

Steve breathes a sigh of relief and rests his forehead against yours.

“You make me happy too.”

The next morning had been a blissful one, waking up in Steve’s arms. He had been gentle then too. You had no fear in being with him again. It was your choice, every move you made and every touch was because you wanted to. There had been a part of you that had feared you’d never be able to be intimate with someone again but you were more than happy that it was with Steve. As much as you would have loved to stay in bed for longer, you had to take Marvin out for his morning walk even though Steve grumbled. He promised breakfast would be on the table by the time you got back.

You head back to the beach area where you’d let Marvin run free the day before with the intention of doing it again. The Asgardians are already up and working to expand their village. Some smile and greet you as you pass by. Once you’re at your destination you take off Marvin’s vest and throw the ball you’d brought with you. After taking a few steps forward movement to your left gets your attention and you flinch.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten you.”

This was Thor. His beard had grown out, his hair was disheveled and he was starting to grow a beer belly but he was still recognizable. From all the stories Steve had told you though, he barely seemed like the god of thunder everyone seemed to admire. He was more like a shell of his former self. But you’d been there, in that darkness that pulled you apart and made you feel less than so you understood that he was struggling. It was why Steve and Nat wanted to come in the first place, to remind him that he wasn’t alone.

“Don’t worry, I didn’t see you there.” You smile at him. Just then Marvin stops at your feet with the ball in his mouth. You take it and throw it again. “I’m Y/N.”

“Lady Y/N, you are who Rogers is courting then?”

“Yes.” You smile just at the mention of Steve.

“Well, it is a pleasure to meet you. I’m glad he was able to find someone to settle down with.” Thor gives you a sad barely there smile before his eyes move from yours to the ocean. “I should go.” Thor murmurs as he turns back towards the village.

“Join us for breakfast.” You say to him before he can retreat into his home. “Please.”

“I couldn’t impose.”

“You’re not. I’m inviting you. You don’t even have to talk about anything you don’t want to. Just breakfast with an old friend, and a new one.”

Thor turned around to look at you. He was assessing the sincerity in your words before he gave a small nod. You smile and call Marvin. Much to his dismay you put the best back on and promise to come back to the beach later. You lead the way, walking silently side by side with Thor until you reach the cottage you’d been staying in.

“Just in time sweetheart, breakfast is almost ready.” Steve called out from the kitchen.

“We have a guest, hun.”

“Oh?” Steve pokes his head out from the kitchen and he smiles when he sees Thor. “I’m glad you’re here. I’ll be right out.”

“Sit, please.” You tell Thor.

He takes a seat at the table, his eyes glued to it. You sit across from him just as Steve sets a mug of coffee down in front of you and another in front of Thor. Steve sends a wink your way and heads back to the kitchen coming in with three plates.

Breakfast is rather quiet and awkward. Steve had tried to start a conversation with Thor but the latter would just give one word replies.

“So Thor,” you say, trying to get anything out of him. “What’s Steve like out on missions?”

That seemed to be the right question to ask as Thor finally looked up at you and began to talk about working with Steve and the other Avengers.

****

It had been about half an hour later and Thor was chuckling with Steve. It was nice to see both of them look more lively.

“And then as these men lined up I raised my hammer and hit Roger’s shield with it, sending a bolt of lighting right at them. We took about 8 men down in one blow.” Thor smiles. “Good times.” He says before his smile fades and that sadness you’d seen comes back.

“They really were.”

“If we could only go back.” Thor murmured, his gaze distant.

You look at Steve and tilt your head toward the small hallway, letting him know you’d be giving them privacy. Marvin gets up and follows you and you can only hope that Steve can somehow make Thor believe that what happened wasn’t his fault.

Steve ran his hand up and down your arm as he called your name softly. Apparently between giving him and Thor privacy and reading the book you’d brought with you on the trip you’d fallen asleep. So when you blinked owlishly at him, Steve chuckled.

“Hey there sleepy head.” He says softly.

Some of his blond hair falling forward, blue eyes sparking just for you. It made you sigh happily as his eyebrow raised in amusement.

“You’re so pretty.”

Steve laughs but you can see him blush. You smile before sitting up and stretching your arms up above your head.

“How is your talk with Thor going?”

“It went ok. He left already.” Steve sighs as he lays down, placing his head on your lap.

You start playing with his hair as he tells you about the conversation. It was obvious from what Steve told you that Thor blamed himself for everything. Just how Steve and Nat needed to hear that what Thanos did wasn’t their fault, Thor needed to hear it too.

“But I don’t know, he seemed so defeated and I’ve never seen him like that before.”

“He has lost everything, including his immediate family. It couldn’t have been easy for him. Then he comes to earth and loses another battle. As long as you continue to be there for him, maybe come back and visit him, that’s all you can do.” You tell him.

“That’s why you’re the brains in this relationship.”

“And the brawns.” You add while lifting your arms and flexing your muscles. Steve laughs and you join in.

“Definitely, but does that make me?” He asks, amused.

“Eye candy of course.”

“So you’re only with me for my looks?” Steve clutches his chest. “You wound me.”

“Of course I am. Have you seen your ass?”

At that Steve turns crimson and he has to look away although he still smiles. After an easy silence settles between you two, you speak up.

“I’m glad I met you when I did because I was in the same place Thor is now. I don’t think you even realize how much you helped me out of it. That’s why I know you’ll be able to help him too. And sometimes all you can do is be there for him. So don’t feel like you failed Thor if he isn’t his thundery old self.”

Steve sighs as he thinks about what you’ve said. He watches as you move around until you practically lay on top of him completely. You wiggle your arms between him and the mattress and give him the best hug you can.

Steve wasn’t one for naps. But at the moment with how emotionally draining his conversation with Thor had been and the comfort of your weight and affection pinning him in place he couldn’t help but doze off.

Too soon for your liking Nat had returned to pick you up. She was a bit bruised but nothing she couldn’t handle. So Steve grabbed your bags and together you met her at the jet. Surprisingly Brunnhilde was also there having a conversation with Nat.

“Thank you for receiving us.” Steve says as he shakes her hand. “I hope I can come back soon.”

“You’re always welcome here. I think it was good for Thor to see you.”

Steve gives a small nod and her attention moves from him to you. You smile brightly at her.

“I hope to see you again as well.”

“Definitely, maybe we can even spar again.”

“Absolutely.” Brunnhilde nods before she pulls something out of her pocket. “For you.” She holds out a pouch in her hand.

“What is it?”

“A blade of course.” She opens the pouch to reveal a small dagger in its leather holster. She grabs the hilt which was made of gold and pulls it out to show you a slightly iridescent blade.

“A dagger?” You say as you take it and look at it closely. The blade had writing carved into it and the hilt was extremely comfortable. “It’s beautiful, thank you.”

“It is a weapon used by the Valkyrie. It’s made of the highest quality of Asgardian metal.”

“I can’t keep this, it’s yours.”

You look at her and hold the blade out for Brunnhilde to take back. She holds up her hand and waves you off.

“It should continue to do its job.”

“Thank you, again, for everything. I’ll keep in touch ok?”

Brunnhilde smiles and brings you in for a hug. Surprisingly Thor shows up just before you, Nat and Steve get on the jet. They share a private moment as former teammates, a friends, before Thor turns his attention to you. He gives a soft, sad smile and thanks you for your visit. You inform him that there’s a place for him to stay if he wishes to visit New York. Then much to Steve’s faux annoyance Thor takes your hand and places a kiss on your knuckles.

“Safe travels, M’lady.”

“Thank you Thor, I hope to see you soon.”

With a final wave goodbye you move to get on the jet with Marvin. Steve sits next to you and you both settle for the flight back home. All in all you would say it was a rather successful trip.

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The L Word

Pairings: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,273

Warnings- Season 5 spoilers

You awoke with a deep gasp, your heart pounding and eyes wide. Sitting up and looking around the room you realize that you’re ok. Sam was asleep on the motel bed next to you, while Dean slept peacefully beside you. His chest rose and fell steadily, and you were more than grateful that you didn’t wake either of the boys up.

This hunt had been particularly difficult, and you knew the boys were exhausted and they needed their sleep. You were also exhausted, but the nightmares that usually occurred stopped you from being able to sleep.

The truth is, you were defeated. You and the Winchester brothers were working non stop and it was beginning to be one hunt after the other without a break and casualty after casualty with more lives lost than saved. It was kind of Sam’s fault that the world was coming to an end, but he received so much backlash from everyone you figured he’s been punished enough.

You couldn’t help but sigh softly and buried your face into your hands, then running your fingers through your scalp in frustration. Tears pricked at your eyes and you tried desperately to hold them back. All you wanted to do was sleep and get some well needed rest.

“Y/n? S’matter?”

You looked to your right to see Dean looking at you with squinty and sleepy eyes. Guilt coursed through you. “M’sorry De. Go back to sleep I’m alright.”

“What happened? Another nightmare?”

You look at him confused but he knew you better than you knew yourself. “We share a bed at every motel we stay in, and when we aren’t staying in a motel we’re living in the car. If you think I don’t know you by now or picked up on the fact that you’re not alright, you’re crazy.”

You quietly sigh, and look to your arms that were holding onto your legs. “You’re right. M’not alright. I haven’t been for some time.”

“I know.” He says teasingly with a smile playing onto his lips and yours did the same. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“No,-” You shook your head. “But..I really should.”

“I know I’m not the best person to talk to or get advice from. Hell, I bottle everything up and explode when I can’t take it anymore, but take it from me. Talking about your issues is way better than letting your mental health go down the drain…”

“I just…I feel like a failure. We’ve lost so many people in the last few years and with everything going on with the apocalypse… I feel like were losing more casualites than actually saving lives..”

The way he was looking at you was making your heart melt. His complete attention was on you, no distractions and every word you spoke you felt more and more comfortable expressing your feelings to him. You should’ve talked to him more, but you were stubborn just like him.

The truth is, your heart belonged to Dean and it always will. You’ve had your fair share of hookups with him and you knew that’s all you would ever get. Let’s face it, hunters don’t get a happy ending and he made it perfectly clear that it was a friends with benefits relationship.

Everytime he got close to someone it ended up in hurt and death. It’s the reason why he and Cassie never worked out, or why he had to walk away from Lisa. He knew he would never be able to get anything real and that’s why it was easy with you. No feelings or strings attached and you knew about the Supernatural so you understood the life.

Everything went well except you broke the number one rule of your friends with benefits relationship. You grew real feelings. Of course you wouldn’t say anything to Dean, because having him as a friend was better than not having him as anything at all.

“I just… I don’t know how to move forward. Trying so hard to save the world everyday and knowing it’s all on our shoulders is putting so much pressure on me. The clock is ticking and we’re running out of time. Jo and Ellen are dead because of us, Bobby can’t walk because of us…at his point I feel as if the world would be a better place without me” Your eyes welled up with tears and you were desperately trying to push them down.

“Hey hey hey, c’mere…” He cooed gently and pulled you into him. You turned to face him and wrapped your arms around his torso while burying your face into the crock of his neck.

He felt the tears sliding against his skin and his heart broke at the silent sobs that racked your body. He was so in love with you and it terrified him. He fell in love with you at the first hello. His past relationships never worked out but he couldn’t hide his adoration for you. He didn’t want to see you get hurt or to lose you so he figured innocent flirting and hooking up would do no harm.

You meant way more to him than just a hookup. He was scared as fuck to tell you especially now. If he told you how he really felt knowing his luck you would die on him tomorrow.

“Sweetheart, you have no idea how wrong you are..” He says softly. “The world would be a worse place without you in it. It would most likely already be destroyed if you weren’t here. No, this isn’t easy and it takes a toll on me too every single day. But I know for a damn fact without you, me, Sam and Bobby..it.. It wouldn’t be half the world it is. No, things aren’t the best with Bobby but unfortunately in our line of work it’s unpredictable and anything can happen at anytime. I really thought I would be dead by now and here I am at 30 alive and kicking. We’re doing our best and I can’t promise that any of us are going to make it through it, but I know for a fact we’re going to stop the apocalypse. If we go down, then we’re going to go down together and swinging…”

Your silent cries turned into tears, which eventually turned into occasional sniffles as he spoke softly. He always knew the right things to say to make you feel better. “Thank you…” You sniffle quietly and he wraps his arms around you tighter.

“I wish our lives were different sweetheart, because I would love to be normal with you…white picket fence with a dog and some kids..”

You look up at him and the amount of vulnerability in his features made your heart flutter. “I want that more than anything too De…I have strong feelings for you and it scares the shit out of me…”

“I, I feel the same way. I want to use the L word so much…because you deserve nothing more than to hear it every day…but I can’t. M’ scared to shit that if I tell you you’ll be taken from me and I can’t…” He took a deep breath.

“It’s okay De. I understand.”

“C’mere.”

You snuggled deep into him as much as you could while burying your face into his neck once more. He placed a kiss to the top of your head while wrapping his arms around you snugly.

“If somehow we do make it out of this…things will be different. I promise.” He spoke and now you had a reason to want to make it through this and live.

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maeleelee · 10 months

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ᑕᕼᗩᑭTEᖇ ᔕI᙭

It’s Stoner y/n x Felix Goodie Two Shoes. "There was something off about Felix in her mind. No one was that nice, that *good* without some sort of motive. But he's everywhere all at once, and she finds herself drawn to him in ways she didn't want. But she wouldn't fall for the cliché. Fuck clichés, they never work out anyway."

⚠️Minors do NOT interact with this au⚠️

Warnings: Smoking, sex is mentioned.

They all sat around in the clearing, giggling and laughing at things people said. Y/n smiled at her group. She loved them all but her girls were her life.

Mae is the sweet, kind, Imma little crazy type. (She’s a lotta crazy but she don’t talk about that.) She’s the menace of the five. She also thrived off chaos. She is baby.

Kayla was the mom of the group. She became the one everyone went to when something happened. She’s kind but she’s also momma when it comes to her cubs.

Cassi was the dad of the group. She’s super overprotective of her girls. Never one to back down from anything. Her babies come first.

Then there’s Jess. Jess was the goofy one. Also, baby’s baby. Jess thrives off Mae’s madness and they’re two peas in a pod when they’re together.

Y/n met Mae first. Mae was putting frogs in the library with the help of her two best friends, Wooyoung and San. They had maybe fifty in the library by the time Kayla came into play. Kayla pulled out a spray bottle and started spraying the three. Mae simply stuck her tongue out at Kayla and told her to “fuck me”. Exact words too.

Y/n met Kayla after she got the situation figured out. “I’m so sorry about them. They’re a handful and a half. I found them in middle school and have never been about to get away.” Y/n didn’t want to tell her that she thought the idea Mae had was fun. That she would have joined if they had asked.

Next was Cassi. She met most of the others(boys) before she met Cassi. Cassi was in the bathroom, smoking a joint when Mae pulled y/n into the bathroom with her. “Cassi, hey. Share.” Mae made grabby hands and Cassi handed it to Mae. Mae took hit and took a deep breathe. She held out the joint to y/n and she took it and did the same thing. Soon the three were giggling with each other about nonsense.

Jess was the last one y/n met. Y/n had went to Chan, a friend of hers who sells her weed, and she was there hanging out with him. “Y/n, this is Jess. Jess, this is y/n.” Chan smiled brightly and Jess waved at y/n. She held the joint out to y/n and smiled. Of course y/n wasn’t gonna turn that down. They started talking and soon became close friends. Then y/n let Jess meet Mae and the chaos got ten times worse.

Wooyoung had his arm around Mae’s waist as they sat in the ground. Y/n had her head in Mae’s lap, laying down as she looked up at the sky. Jess was on the other side of Mae. Kayla had Mingi and Seonghwa next to her. Cassi and Hongjoong were sitting next to each other. Yeosang sat there next to Mingi and Yunho. “Come on man. Relax. They aren’t gonna bite you.”

“I mean. They might not but she will.” Y/n pointed up to Mae. Mae looked down at her and made the biting motion.

“I bite it, so it’s mine.” Mae smirked down at y/n. Y/n laughed at her.

“I’m yours?” Y/n raised an eyebrow at Mae, who nodded and kissed the fingertip of the finger y/n was holding up.

It’s been a minute since they’ve hung out with this. Just vibing with each other as they all smoked. “How you all gonna come smoke and not invite us?” They looked up and saw Chan. Jisung and Changbin were behind him smiling.

“Stop complaining and sit down.” Jess told the three. She had been friends with them the longest due to her being best friends with Jisung. Jisung sat next to Jess and the other two sat down next to him.

Mae pulled Jess closer to her and kissed her cheek. “Mine.” Mae glared at Jisung. She knew how he was and she knew he slept with anyone who would say yes. Everyone knew what he was. A fuck boy.

“Y/n. Why do you hate Felix so much, bun?” Y/n turned and looked at Jess. She had a sad look in her eye and y/n hated that look.

“I just, I don’t like that always happy front he puts on.” She mumbled lowly. Mae sighed and tan her fingers through her hair.

“Back in Highschool, we had a friend name Kelly. She was sweet as pie and didn’t have a mean bone in her body. Until she started dating San. She was so sweet around us when he was there and then did a complete one-eighty when he wasn’t. We figured it was just a face to get to San. Thankfully he blamed his best friends over the girl. She was vile and mean. We were all super close too and after San broke up with her, the first thing she did was find the guy y/n liked at the time and claim him. Literally.” Mae grumbled the last part.

“She was honestly super sweet. She tried asking me out first but I told her no. So she ran to San and San liked her. The sweet her. I record her being mean to the girls one day and sent it to San. Game over after that. She’s still a bitch to this day.” Wooyoung chimed in.

“I beat the shit out of her. With mommy permission of course.” Cassi smiled brightly, the joint burning in her hand.

“So Mae’s being added to the game, right?” Jess smirked, as she caught Mae’s eyes.

“Game?” Chan asked the girl.

“Yeah. We have a game going on. Whoever catches a couple having sex has to take the one that caught them out to eat.” Y/n chimed in. She was still in Mae’s lap.

“I mean, if you find them “doing the naughty” as Mae says, then yes.” Kayla laughed as she took the joint from Mingi.

“I’ll take you all out of eat any day of the week if it means I can fuck this girl wherever I want.” Wooyoung smirked. Mae pushed his face away from her and she giggled.

“Please don’t. I’m already scarred by those two.” Y/n pointed at Cassi and Hongjoong.

“Awh bun. If you wanna join all you gotta do is ask.” Mae smiled down at her and winked.

“Bunny, leave bun bun alone.” Kayla warned.

“Fine fine. I’m sorry. Offer still stands though.” Mae leaded her head on Wooyoung’s shoulder.

This was what family was. Everyone relaxing and enjoying themselves. This was what y/n loved the most. Being with everyone and smoking with them. Laughing and joking about it. About life. Enjoying the people who know who cares.

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yuujis-sunshine · 10 months

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Can I have a Takeda Takahashi x reader where they show their scars to each other and kiss them (It's a prompt I made called scar kissing and literally so attached to it but you don't have to do that part of it's uncomfortable 😊)

𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒. takeda takahashi

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓(𝒔): Takeda Takahashi, Cassie Cage (mentioned), Jacqui Briggs (mentioned), Kung Jin (mentioned), Johnny Cage (mentioned), Sonya Blade (mentioned)

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈(𝒔): TW - Scars, Depression, Knife mentioned, cheating

𝑨/𝑵: Im also gonna use a new different style when I'm writing, so hope you enjoy. SORRY FOR NOT DOING THESE REQUESTS!!

𝑺𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔: The Reader has PTSD, and remembers her ex abusing her and Takeda comforts her after hearing about her scars.

☆ 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒☆

[Name] loved to wear long sleeved anything such as shirt, dresses, jackets, sweaters, ETC.

All of the Special Forces were worried for her, mainly Jin. [Name] met Kung Jin and his uncle, Kung Lao when she and her mother decided to move in with them as best friends

As time progressed, the [Hair Color] woman accidentally got her long sleeved outfit stuck on the door handle when leaving, and Takeda was in pure shock

Poor baby will start feeling bad for you

Takeda would reassure her that there is nothing wrong with her scars

In fact, he would comfort her and share his scars with hers

He ends up hugging her, kiss her scars, and whispers sweet words to make her feel loved

☆ 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓 ☆

"Once again, thanks for training with me, Takeda." She bows her head and looks up at him with the softest smile ever. The Shirai Ryu nods his head with a smile and tells her, 'No problem.' After he said that [Name] left the room, but she accidentally got her sweater stuck onto the door handle. Her eyes widened as she tries to get the sweater off of it, but as Takeda went up to help her with the door, he notices something... Off.

On her left arm, [Name] had some scars on that arm. His eyes widened at her arm before observing it, but [Name] pulls her sleeve back down on it and tells her.

"What was that, [Name]?" Takeda asked. "Nothing."

She hides her arms behind her back, trying to act all innocent, but Takeda didn't take it lightly. "That doesn't look like 'Nothing', what is on your arm?" "I promise you, it's nothing!" She tells him, with a bit of sadness yet anger in her tone. That's when Takeda yells at her with a bit of madness in his tone, "Stop lying!" The [Hair Color] woman's eyes widened as she felt her tears coming down her cheeks. Not once has she ever heard him talk like this to her, so she didn't know how to feel about it. Soon as Takeda seen the tears down her cheeks, he stops being angry and quickly apologizes to her, telling her that he was just a bit worried about her. Later on, [Name] explains to her teammate that she has depression due to finding out about her dad and mom splitting up. This all started like 2 or 3 days ago, when she gets a call from her younger twin brother that her parents finally filed a divorce since their father cheated on the mother. He listened to everything and he decides to pull her into his arms once again.

And next thing they knew, the two were showing one another their scars as they kissed them and comforted them. Takeda was happy to be the one to be there with your needs, and same thing with you, you loved Takeda for who he was.

#mortal kombat #mkx #headcannons #x reader #TW: scars #TW: Cheating #takeda takahashi #takeda takahashi x reader #takahashi takeda #prompt #requests #x reader asks

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writingintheshadowsforever · 1 year

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Imagine being a Young Avenger and Okoye taking you under her wing

The ride to Wakanda was going pretty well for the team until Cassie discovered you hiding out in a private compartment in the quinjet. You knew she had no issue wrestling with you to get you out, and knew it was a fight you would lose. So instead of putting up a struggle you left the comfort of your hiding spot to face the music.

Because you weren't supposed to be on this mission. The team didn't even make you aware of the mission you had to find out for Scott who let it slip. When you showed up at his house for his daughter after not finding any of the rest of the team at the hideout. You were able to catch them right before they took off, and managed to sneak your way onto the quinjet.

"Um Kate we're going to be touching down in Wakanda in like two minutes. You sure you want to have this argument with her right now" Eli said from the co-pilot seat.

"I'm actually considering to turn this jet around and dropping her back off in America" Kate threatened.

You let out a sigh throwing your head back in annoyance. "You know what I feel like I'm the only one who really has the right to be angry with here."

"Oh yeah and why is that?" the archer questioned taking a step closer to you.

"Because you we-"

"We're here guys tighten up we can do this later" Eli shouted.

You and Kate were locked into an intense staring contest that only came to an end. When Cassie placed a hand on her shoulder and gave her a soft nudge. "Come on Bishop you're the one the Princess reached out to you. They're going to want to talk to you first plus you need to land the jet."

"This conservation isn't over" Kate told you before walking away to go land the jet.

Once the jet were landed in the landing zone of the giant golden palace. All of you exited the jet to be greeted by Shuri and the Dora Milaje.

"Ahhh the Young Avengers it's such a honor to have you all here especially you y/n." She said nodding a head in your direction. "I'm glad you were able to recover from your injuries in time to make this trip."

At the revelation that your team didn't just leave you in the dark about such a huge opportunity, and important mission but also went so far as to lie about your health. Added more fuel to the fire raging inside, and you shot both Cassie and Kate a glare. It was brief as you fixed your face to shake hands with Shuri, but it didn't go unnoticed by everyone. Okoye caught the brief exchanged and it peeked her curiosity. What strife could possibly be going on between you, and the rest of the team? Although it really didn't surprise her all of you were so young, around the same age as Shuri, or even younger. Of course there would be some problems amongst all of you. She just hoped whatever ongoing issues y'all had. It didn't interfere with your ability to get this mission done.

Okoye had been against the idea of calling in the Young Avengers in the first place, but the threat was an American one. Shuri wanted to use this an opportunity to not only get to know other heroes, but to build a relationship with the team. Just in case somewhere in the near future the Wakanda needed them. After all even T'Challa had a personal connection with the Avengers before they disbanded, and could call upon any of them for help if he needed to.

A member of the Dora Milaje took all of you to your respective quarters within the palace. Where everything you needed was waiting for you, and the rooms were all on the same hall. Making it easy for you to find each other when it came time to have team meeting for the upcoming mission. A meeting that turned into a shouting match after Cassie made it clear. She didn't think it was a good idea to let you participate in the mission at all.

"I can't believe you three this is complete bull" You yelled.

"You weren't even supposed to be here y/n just be lucky that-" Cassie started to yell back until you cut her off.

"Oh yeah about that what the hell is up with you guys trying to leave me behind?" You asked directing the question at all of them.

Eli shot Kate a look of desperation knowing she was the only one who could calm the two of you down. Kate was leaning up against the wall in the corner of the room with her arms crossed over her chest. She figured it was best to let you and Cassie hash it out now rather than later. But you and her were getting fairly loud with each other, and the last thing she wanted was to draw attention from the guard.

"Okay guys let's take it down a notch" Kate ordered taking a step forward.

You whirled on her "answer my question then."

"We figured after the last mission it was best to just have you sit this one out" She explained.

Your angry expression twisted into one as confusion as you started to recount the events of the last mission. Trying to figure out what you could've possibly done that was so bad to warrant such a punishment. Kate could see your reaction coming from a mile away, and wanted to keep you calm. "Y/N just hear us out."

But it was too late once it truly hit you looked away partially hurt more than angry now. You turned around yanking the door open with your telekinesis, and left. Kate and Cassie were right behind you.

"Are you guys serious I did nothing wrong on the last mission" You growled.

"Yes you did you disobeyed a direct order and left those open and vulnerable to attack" Cassie argued.

You paused just at the end of the hall. "I saw the bad guy making a run for it, and none of you were answering me through comms. So I took a risk and it paid off. The big bad was caught and walked away in handcuffs so I don't see the problem."

"The problem was we had a plan that we all agreed to stick to, and you abandoned it like you always do to lone wolf it. Those kids could've gotten hurt y/n" Kate said.

"But they didn't" You pointed out.

"That's not the point you not listening orders is a recurring problem y/n, and it's getting old" Cassie shouted.

"Well I'm sorry who died and made you leader Cas," You said holding up your hands. "Oh wait that's right this team doesn't actually have a real leader, because we haven't picked one yet. Which means neither of you are in a position to give out orders."

"That doesn't change the fact that we're still a team y/n, and it's important that we operate as one. Something you can't really seem to do every time we come up with a plan and agree to it. At some point you decide you know what's best and go off to do your own thing without consulting us. It's getting tiresome" Kate exclaimed her voice slowly raising in volume until she was shouting.

You flinched in the harshness of tone and didn't reply immediately this time. Instead your eyes glanced back and forth between your two teammates. At some point they settled on Eli who had came out of the room to put a stop to the argument knowing how bad these things could get. When all three of you were this heated. "Do you have anything you want to add?"

"We just felt like maybe you needed to take a chill pill for a while. You know sit a few missions out we were planning on talking to you about it, but this mission came up so fast. So we didn't have time" Eli said with a small shrug.

"So you were just going to leave me behind that's not exactly something. A real team would do to their teammate you know" You replied unable to hide the hurt in your voice.

"Y/N we know and we're sorry just come back in the room so we can go over the plan for mission in two days. We can talk when we get back home" Kate pleaded.

You let out a humorless chuckle at her response. "Oh come on what's the point? Its not like I know how to listen anyway I have a better idea. How about I make this my last mission as a Young Avenger?"

Cassie frowned her face shrouded with genuine concern. She took a step toward you with her hands held out in front of her. "Wait a second y/n no is say-"

You cut her off with a glare. "I don't care anymore this isn't the first time you guys have done this to me, and if this has been the problem the whole time. You could've came to me about it, but you didn't all of you just plotted behind my back time and time again. I mean my teamwork skills must really suck even Tony Stark was able to follow orders eventually right, and that man was allergic to teamwork. If I'm worse than that then obviously I don't belong here, so this is it. After this mission none of you will have to worry about me anymore. Once we get back home lose my number, and forget about my existence because I'm done." Your tone was cold and hard making it clear you weren't joking.

You turned to leave with tears glistening in your eyes.

"Y/N wait please don't do this" Kate cried out reaching out for your hand.

"No Katie because I expected more from you at least." You shouted "you know what hurts the most I never freaking wanted this. I was fine on my own living my normal life. Then you guys came along bringing your mess to my neighborhood, and I had to use my powers to save a woman and a child. Then you and Cassie tracked me down and practically begged me to be join the team. You guys told me I would make a great addition, and that we would be like family. Some family we turned out to be."

Neither of them could gather up the courage to even look at you. As you reminded them of how you came to join the team.

Finally you whirled around and disappeared around the corner without being stopped this time. You jumped back at the sight of the General of the Dora Milaje eye meeting yours. She was standing up against the wall just out of sight. How long had she been there? Did she hear anything of what just went down? You stared at her for a few moments when her eyes softened. You knew for sure she had heard everything, and not wanting any sympathy. You took off down the hallway not really caring where you were headed.

Unable to sleep after the argument filled with so much pain and rage. You found a training room about the size of the whole Compound itself filled with various equipment. Combat wasn't your specialty so you really didn't spend much time with weapons or dummies. But tonight was the exception you decided to just go with the punching bag throwing as many punches. You could muster not paying attention to the growing pain in your hands, or the blood seeping from your knuckles. You were brought out of your trance when someone nudged your left foot farther away from your right one.

"Your form is all wrong child" a familiar voice said from behind. Before you could turn around Okoye walked in front of you revealing her presence.

"Thanks I never really paid attention to my fighting stance." You told her looking away.

"You aren't much of a fighter are you" She said. It was a statement not a question.

"Not at all actually I kinda just rely on my powers you know." You said suddenly a bit more self-conscious about your lack of combat skills.

"What exactly is your power?"

"Telekinesis."

"What happens if a day comes where you can't rely on your powers" Okoye said circling around you.

"That's where my team would come they usually have my back, and protect my blindsides. All of them are phenomenal fighters." You said eyes following her.

"But your teamwork and following orders isn't your strong suit yet you rely on them to protection. If you need it" she criticized.

"I rely on them to have my back just because I run off on my own a few times doesn't mean I can't work in a team. I can't help that I'm little too brave for my own good sometimes." You defended yourself.

"What you call brave they call reckless and impatient." she shot back.

"Okay so what alright I grew up on the streets fending for myself. Everything I have I got it on my own no family or friends to help me out. So yeah teamwork or trusting others to get the job done isn't my strong suit. But you know what I got heart, I fight for what I believe in, and I'll protect the people I care about with everything in me. I thought all of that would count for something, and make me a decent hero." You paused to look away as you felt your emotions taking over again. After taking a deep breath you went on "I guess I was wrong though."

Okoye watched as you left with a thoughtful look on her face.

It didn't take long for her to track down another member of the Young Avengers, and it was probably a good thing the mission wasn't going for another day. Because it seemed the growing conflict had all of you restless. Kate was outside shooting arrows at a few target boards that Shuri had installed specifically for her. She didn't hear the General approaching at all. So when she turned to get another arrow only to find Okoye blocking her hand. She let out a yelp jumping back in surprise.

"Geez don't do that" she complained with a hand on her chest.

"Does y/n not have a mentor to guide her in this way of life?" She asked.

"Um no not really" Kate answered slightly confused as to why she wanted to know.

"Who mentors you three?"

"I have Clint, Cassie has her dad Scott, and Eli has Sam."

"Can none of them take her under their wing?" Okoye pushed even more.

Kate rubbed the back of her neck nervously as she answered. "No offense but Clint didn't even want to train me. I kinda didn't give him a choice. Cassie got off easy considering her dad was an Avenger who has connections to the Pyms who were basically family to her. Their bond made it like a fun bonding experience. Sam just wanted to keep Eli out of trouble and out of the government’s hands. They agreed to leave him alone as long as Sam is overseeing him. The only viable option for y/n with her powers would've been Wanda, but apparently she went off the the deep end, and nearly destroyed our universe. Now no one knows rather or she's dead or just in hiding."

Okoye nodded along pondering her explanation as she turned around to leave.

Kate spoke up again "she could be a great hero you know. But she needs some discipline heck we all do. Which is why I try to provide her with some every now and then. But she's stubborn and our age gap isn't big enough to get her to listen to me. I'm still learning the ropes myself."

"I think I may have a solution let me see how the mission goes" Okoye told her then walked away.

A Day Later

Kate caught you by the arm her grip firm, and impossible for you to break free from. With no other choice you turned back to look at her a bit thrown off. By the worried expression on her face. "What's up?"

"Hey stay behind enemy lines okay just provide support from a safe distance."

You let out a exasperated sigh. "Sure almighty leader." Her grip on your arm tightened until it became painful. You winced "easy Kate I got you."

"No I'm serious y/n these guys have a lot of weapons and can probably kick your ass" she demanded.

"You know sometimes I think you guys forget I can move things with my mind" You told her.

"I don't care your situational awareness kinda of sucks y/n. You have a bad habit of only focusing on the enemies in front of you. They get you somewhere alone, and we're not there to watch have your back. You could be in real danger I don't want or need that on my conscious. You die out here I will spend the rest of my life blaming myself and thinking I should've just left you alone a year ago. Don't put me through that y/n please." Kate pleaded with you sounding more sincere than you'd ever heard her.

You could tell the fear was real which meant this mission had to be some next level stuff. You gave her a firm nod determined to prove to her and the team that you could listen this time.

And you did listen for the whole first thirty minutes of the mission. You stayed at the rendezvous point ripping away any weapons in the enemy soldiers's hands. Whenever they were within range you threw waves of telekinetic energy throwing them to the ground as well. Kate, Cassie and Eli pushed forward until eventually they were out of sight and earshot of you. So when a couple of gunmen made off into the woods to escape with a little girl thrown over one of their shoulders. You panicked and did what you always did and followed them into the thick brush.

You threw out a hand releasing a blast of invisible energy that struck one of them in the back. He flew to the ground face-first and was knocked unconscious. Two more whirled around to fire off multiple rounds you stopped the bullets in midair with a smirk. "Really how dumb can you guys be?" It was then a hard metal object was slammed into the back of your head. The impact sent you to your knees with your vision blurring. Your head was spinning but still you managed to send your assailant flying back into a tree.

Then there was the familiar sound of a click of a gun your eyes snapped in that direction. One of the gunmen had their gun trained on the little girl.

"No don't" You cried out throwing out a hand.

A golden spear flew out of the darkness of the woods knocking the gun from his hands. The gunman turned around but was too slow to catch her. Okoye leapt out of the shadows slamming her fist into his jaw. The man fell to the ground knocked out cold. She rolled dodging all of the other bullets flying her way. Pulling her spear out of the tree it was embedded in Okoye turned around spinning it in a whirlwind deflecting any incoming bullets.

At first you watched the way she moved in awe at how graceful and skilled she was. But the whimpers of the little girl brought you back down to Earth you crawled over and shielded the little girl under your own body. The sound of pained grunts filled the air and a few seconds later Okoye rested her hand on your shoulder. You glanced back slightly embarrassed that you needed rescuing yourself. But there was no look of judgement on her face just focused. "Go get the girl back to her ship I got this."

You listened without hesitation scooping the little girl up in your arms and running off to the jet. The rest of the mission went off without a hitch and when your team returned. None of the knew of your encounter with Okoye from the looks of it. Which you did find a bit odd, but nevertheless stayed quiet about it.

Kate took a seat beside you on the ride back with a happy smile. "Thanks for following orders this time."

"Yeah I mean its the least I could do considering its my last mission and all." You said trying to play it off.

Kate looked as if she wanted to say something, but in the end decided against it. She rested her head on your shoulder and napped for the remainder of the ride.

Once the team was back at the palace congratulations were in order. Instead of spending the next two hours writing up a mission report. Shuri had a feast prepared for y'all to enjoy along with drinks and entertainment. After a few hours of fun all of you were dead tired and slipped off to your rooms for so much needed sleep.

When the next morning came you were the last one to wake, and didn't find any of your teammates in their rooms. You figured that they were off packing up for the trip back home. It made sense to let you sleep in considering how obvious it was. Your decision to still leave the team was upsetting everyone, but you refused to be disappointed anymore. The first person you did run into in the dining hall was Okoye.

She was staring outside the giant windows with her back to you, but could still since your presence somehow.

"You didn't tell my team what I did I know I should be thanking you, but why didn't you?" You asked in confusion. The General seemed like stickler for the rules.

"If I had told your team the truth you would have no future with them" she answered without turning around.

"I already have no future with them I'm still leaving" you told her taking a seat.

"Is that really what you want?"

You shrugged. "It doesn't matter what I want I'm not cut out for this life so I'm done."

"That's not what I asked you" she shot back

"Like I said it does-"

Okoye turned around to fix you with a stern glaze. "Don't make me repeat myself y/n."

"No I would like too keep trying."

Okoye held up a hand to silence you. "Good then I will give you two options then. One you can go with your team back to America, and quit the Young Avengers if you want. Or you could choose the second option I will take you under my wing and mentor you if you stay. I will provide you with the discipline and guidance that you need to make you a better hero. I will turn you into more than a decent fighter, and show you how to work with a team. When you're done you can either stay here in Wakanda or return home to be with the Young Avengers. It would be entirely up to you."

Her offer caught you off guard and nearly brought tears to your eyes. No one had ever offered to mentor you at anything at all in life. So your guard was still up. "Why would you do that for me? What do you want in return?"

Okoye walked over and crouched down in front of you to make eye contact. "Because you have heart and what it takes to truly make a difference in the world. It would be a shame to let such a talent go to waste or let you give up on yourself. Now what will it be?"

"I guess you're my new mentor" You told her with a sheepish smile.

"Good then go to Shuri's lab right away your team is there waiting for you. Say your goodbyes then retrieve your training equipment from the Princess your training starts tomorrow" Okoye ordered.

Once again without argument you listened to her leaving without a single protest. It was when you were gone Kate came out from behind a corner "thank you for this."

Okoye gave her a nod. "Everyone deserves a honest chance in life. Y/N never had a real one so I'm happy to give it to her.

"She's going to drive you crazy you know that right" Kate chuckled.

A smirk fell upon Okoye's face at that. "Oh no worries I have something planned for that rebellious streak in her."

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gh0stsp1d3r · 1 year

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Could u do a sequel to delaying death? In desperate for Kang writing- it could be extremely and illegally angsty or some fluff, pick your poison

Delaying death part 2

“You’re an interesting man, Scott Lang.” he said, turning to him and taking off his mask.

“I don’t know who you are, but you’ve made a big mistake. I’m an avenger, okay? And I’ve called the other avengers.”

“You’re an avenger? Have I killed you before?”

“What?” Scott said with a small laugh.

“They all blow together after a while. You’re not the one with the hammer?”

“That’s Thor. We get confused a lot, similar body types- who are you?”

“Just a man. Who’s lost a lot of time, like you.” He stepped toward his cell. “But we can help each other with that.”

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“Wait, so he has an insane girlfriend, basically?” Cassie said.

“They’re both equally dangerous. And he was always way too overprotective of her, and he didn’t trust me at first to go back with him because he didn’t want me to see her. But he did anyways. I caught them a few times, and overheard their conversations. He talked about her being his soulmate.”

“Jesus, it sounds like those two have some issues.” Hank shook his head.

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Scott grew more agitated and annoyed the more he had to torture Cassie. Finally after some time, Scott agreed to help.

So kang opened the portal, and Scott dived in. But he didn’t only see Scott when he came out, he saw Hope.

After fighting with them, and finally having Janet, he brought her back.

“Bring her in.” He whispered to one of his guards, they knew who her was. They went up to his room, and quickly brought her back down to his “throne”

“There you a-“ you started but then you saw Janet.

“Janet.” You said, plainly. As his guards left the room.

“(Your name), you don’t know what he’s do-“ she started as soon as she saw you. She told you before, but you didn’t care and you didn’t believe her.

“Don’t speak to her.” Kang said sharply, raising his voice.

“Come here, love.” He said, moving his fingers in a motion also telling you to come.

You obeyed him, climbing up onto his throne and sitting next to him. He pulled you next to him as spoke, your hands on his armored chest and his hands on your back.

Kang got up, while talking. You stayed sitting down.

He showed her the sacred timeline, you’ve already seen it. It was beautiful whenever he used his powers.

After some talking, and some angry talking about his other versions, he pulled you aside privately into the hallway while some guards went in the room.

“You are to stay right next to me, the whole time. I don’t want you to leave my sight. I have a bad feeling, and if this place goes under attack, I promise you I will protect you. Just promise that if anything happens to me you’ll find a way to go away and stay safe, alright?”

“Yes, of course. I will. Kang-“

“Nathaniel.”

“Nathan, I won’t need to leave you. I’m safe wherever you are. I love you.”

He reached out for your cheek and caressed your cheek, you both kissed.

You both smiled as you parted lips.

“Nathan. I love you, so much, okay? And I won’t need to leave you, I won’t need to find a safe place, because with you I am safe.”

His gaze softened, he caressed your cheek and you both kissed. You guys smiled as you both pulled away.

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jawritter · 1 year

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If It’s Meant To Be Pt. 2

Summary: Bad things happen to good people, that’s just the rule of thumb. But sometimes, things happen for a reason, and that reason is so you can find the person you’re meant to be with…

Pairing: Alpha!Beau Arlen x Omega!Reader

Warnings: Alpha in Rut, Language, Multiple Viewpoints.

Word Count: 2K

A/N: This fic is completely unbeta’d, so all mistakes are mine! Please do not copy my work! Enjoy!

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Beau’s POV:

“Beau, it’s been three days, maybe you should call the service I told you about. I swear to God, they have to sign an NDA, no one will even know,” Jenny pressed from her position at the front door of his little silver Airstream trailer. To respect the privacy of the Alpha, she wouldn’t go in all the way, but she’d been there at least once a day to check on him since she found out about his little problem, and he was doing nothing but getting worse and worse as the days went by.

Alas, the man was stubborn, and no matter how much she offered to pay for an Omega to come and help him, he’d refuse. His excuse to her? It wasn’t that bad. He’s a father for Christ sakes, he’s not calling for an escort to come and help him! Her personal favorite, “prostitution is illegal Hoyte! I don’t care how fucking secretive or incognito it is!” She thought she was going to die laughing when he candidly voiced a fake, deep Alpha voice that said, “Hey babe, thanks for the help, but as soon as my knot goes down, I’ve got to take you in, seeing as you’re breaking Montana state law.”

That was three days ago though, when he was sitting fully clothed at his kitchen table, stuffing his face with one of Tonya’s Sandwiches from the diner he’d just showed up from when she’d gone looking for him at his trailer. Today, he’d not even bothered trying to get up off the couch in his little living room when she’d opened the door to find him laying shirtless, adorning a pair of gray sweats, and looking a little worse for the wear, the entire trailer, and about a mile up the road really, wreaking of an Alpha in rut.

“I’ll be fine Hoyte,” Beau insisted, barely even looking over to see her standing there at the door, watching him with concern etched into her pretty features. It was too bad she wasn’t an Omega, because honestly, Beau wouldn’t have minded riding this rut out with her, but seeing as she was an Alpha, he thought it best not to risk it. It wasn’t unheard of for Alpha’s to pair up to ride out a rut, but it also wasn’t unheard of for those situations getting out of hand, and someone getting hurt. “It’s only been three days, sometimes these things can last up to a week, you know that.”

“That’s true, but on the third day I’m at least able to get up and walk around and fucking function. You look horrible.”

Beau growled a warning deep in his throat as he sat up suddenly.

“I said I’m fucking fine!” Beau insisted. “Just like I told Cassie last night, this is the first rut I’ve had since the divorce! I knew it would be bad if I ever had one, I’m perfectly prepared to ride this out! I don’t want my daughter reading on social media about how her dad was arrested for hiring a Goddamn prostitute because he wasn’t man enough to fucking handle a rough rut!”

“Beau, no one is gonna find out if you ask someone for help! If you won't use the Omega service then go to the doctor and get some medication, please!” Jenny argued, taking a step towards the fuming Alpha, the Alpha in her unable to back down from a challenge. Even though she understood where he was coming from, that didn’t stop her from being less worried, or either of the pair any less bullheaded.

Beau ran his hand harshly down his face and pulled at his hair in frustration. This wasn’t fair, it just wasn’t fair. The universe must hate him, that’s the only reason this is happening to him, he was convinced of it. He just had to fall into a rut, now of all fucking times.

“I promise if it hasn’t let up in a few days, then I will make an appointment with the doctor, but right now, I’m fine, I swear it, you and Cassie can just calm the fuck down,” Beau’s muffled voice said as he flopped back down face first onto the pillow that he’d been laying on the couch a moment ago.

Jenny stared at him for a moment, debating on pulling a gun on him and making him go to the ER with her right now, but she had a feeling that, as much as she didn’t want to admit it, if Beau wanted to, he could kick her ass, and neither of them would get anywhere.

“Do you know what happened, what triggered it? You said this is the first one you’ve had since your wife left you. What caused it to happen now?” Jenny inquired and Beau looked up at her, guilt written all over his handsome face.

“You know that pretty little Omega that works as a waitress for Toyna at her diner? I think it was her. I think she triggered my rut.”

Y/N’s POV:

“Y/N!” Donno yelled once more from behind her, and she nearly jumped out of her apron before she turned around to face him, still somewhat stunned, and holding the rag she was using to clean the table off that Beau had been sitting at the night before. Which had led her thoughts to Beau, which is what had her stopped in her tracks, staring off into the void,.. Again… Probably for about the fifth time just that morning.

“Are you okay hun?” Tonya asks from her seat at the table as Donno hands Y/N the refills for the ketchup bottles so that she could finish her rounds through the small diner and stalks off. “You’ve seemed off for the past three days?”

“Yeah,” Y/N insisted with a shake of her head as she forced herself to walk away from the table and start refilling the bottles at the table across from her. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“You don’t seem fine,” Donno ever so bluntly pointed out. “You seem like you’re pinning over Beau more than you're focused on working.”

“Subtitle Donno,” Tonya voiced through tight lips.

“I don’t do subtitles, it’s better to just do like a band aid, rip it off. Get it all out there,” Donno said as he rounded the corner of the counter to go back to his hiding place in the kitchen.

“Sorry,” Y/N continues, choosing to ignore the brooding, stranger Alpha. Donno was usually in a horrible mood in the morning, apparently today would be no exception. “It’s just…you know what, I really don’t know what it is,” Y/N admitted as Tonya patted the seat across from her, inviting her to sit down. “Normally, I wouldn’t even have noticed I think, but Beau usually comes in every day for lunch, and it’s been three days since he’s shown up again, and for some stranger, stupid, maybe hormonal reason, it has me worried about it. I can’t help it.”

Tonya nodded as she closed her laptop. “Maybe you can give him a call, just check on him, see how he’s doing, settle your nerves a little if nothing else. Beau is an Alpha, even if he is probably the strangest Alpha I’ve ever seen, normally they all have one thing in common. They like attention from Omega’s, so I doubt he’d be angry if you called to check on him.”

Y/N blushed deeply at the thought of even picking up the phone to call him, and at what the thought of his deep, husky voice sent her insides to doing, or at what she might have done last night thinking about said voice, just to be able to calm herself down enough to even get some sleep. But no one needed to know that, especially Beau.

“I don’t know,” Y/N said, “I mean, he’s hardly ever even looked my way, and when he did, he ran away as fast as he could. Donno thinks I’m the one who’s triggered his rut, but honestly, it looks like if I’d been the Omega that did that, he would have come back for me, and he hasn’t.”

Tonya nodded as she turned to watch Jenny pull up in Pop’s red van, her own old truck still out of commission and Beau not being around, it seemed the most appropriate choice of borrowed vehicles apparently.

“Just think about it, okay? I promise, it might make you feel better,” she offered as Y/N stood to get ready to take the woman’s order that was making her way to the door.

Y/N chose not to respond, instead, she was quite ready to get away from this horribly embarrassing conversation, and she was kinda glad Jenny decided to pop in when she did. A literal, ‘saved by the customer’, moment.

In fact, seeing as Jenny hated Tonya so much, it was stranger for the female to show up the more she thought about it, and it was strange enough to have Donno even creeping out of the kitchen again.

“Good morning,” Y/N attempted to greet her as Jenny opened the door and looked around the restaurant in clear disgust, most likely at the cold that was coming from the table Tonya occupied, and the kitchen door where Donno stood staring like a fucking creeper. “Can I take your order?”

“I’m not here to eat,” Jenny said, which made Donno walk out of the kitchen door to stand beside Y/N to glare at Jenny in what was supposed to be a threatening matter, but really, he just looked mildly confused and constipated all at the same time in a very, Donno, almost enduring way. “I need to talk to you about Beau, if you have a minute.”

“Beau? What’s wrong with him?” Y/N said, her voice laced with sudden worry that seemed to boil over out of her stomach, into her chest, and out of her mouth.

“Well,” Jenny stated as If Donno wasn’t still staring holes through her. “He came in here about three days ago and you triggered his rut, he’s not doing too well with it either.”

Before she could even open her mouth to respond, or even formulate a response, because honestly, her brain suddenly turned to mush as soon as the words were out of the blonde’s mouth. It was one thing for Donno to say it, it was another when Jenny said it. It was almost as if it made it more real, Donno jumped into the conversation head of her.

“So, if she did trigger his rut it’s Beau’s Omega, and his right to come and collect her if he wants her, not you.”

Jenny snarled at the Alpha in disgust, almost trying to decide if he was worth a response or her time, and clearly deciding he was not, as she turned back to face Y/N.

“Beau, he’s not your average Alpha, and there’s no way in hell he’d come in here to collect you like some caveman. He’s just not like that,” she passed another death glare in Donno’s direction before focusing her gaze back on Y/N, who was standing there still stunned, and unable to formulate a coherent sentence as her mind raced around what was being told to her.

“Listen, he doesn’t even know I’m here.” Jenny pointed out. “But he is my friend, and he’s not going to get past this on his own. I can’t make you go to him, just like I can’t make him come and collect you or go to the hospital. I am asking you to consider going to see him, just see what happens, and then you can say you tried. You must be on suppressants, because I can’t even scent you, but for some reason he could. Which means it’s likely, you might be his true mate. Y/N, Beau’s a good man, and he’s been alone for a long time, he deserves someone who’s gonna take care of him for once. Someone that actually cares. I know you can’t scent him or sense what he’s sensing, but if you go to him, talk to him, maybe even give him a chance, it might be what keeps him from going feral.”

Jenny turned on her heels and made her way quickly towards the door. Y/N watched in stunned silence before turning to look at Donno, who was watching her just as intently.

“Looks like the ball is in your court Omega,” Donno said after a moment, “what are you gonna do?”

Y/N’s head felt as if it were spinning. She didn’t know what to do. Everything in her wanted to run to him, but there was a part of her, not a small one either, that was afraid he’d reject her on the spot, and she couldn’t handle that. Not at all.

But the nagging little voice in her head, the one that screamed take a chance, just wouldn’t let go. If something happened to Beau because she was scared to go to him, when he was too stubborn to go to her, she’d never forgive herself, and the longer she stood there, that nagging little voice got harder and harder to ignore.

“I guess… I guess I’m going to go see him,” she answered, even unsure herself if she was making the right decision, but the more she thought about it, the more certain she became. “If he can’t come to me, I’m gonna go to him. Then the ball will be in his court.”

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luckyshotwrites · 8 months

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Part 1 - Since Ya Owe Me~

Contents (Warnings/Mild spoilers): A twenty foot tall "human" cowpoke, Cliff, meets a "stunted" small human named Cassie. (g/t, vore mentions, goofy shenanigans, and lore dips)

Wordcount: 1,800+

Side note: None to report

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Cliff

Husked rice sounds good. Maybe I can get a side of salmon or tuna, too. His stomach complained about the promise of delicious food. It knew the closest town was nowhere in sight.

"Ugh," Cliff grumbled.

He twisted the reins in his hands idly. The vipkey bobbed up and down along the faint stone path.

How long has it been? His stomach growled an answer. I haven't eaten for a whole day. He gave the last of his food yesterday to his scaly, saddled-up omnivore companion. He patted their side, feeling their scales shimmer with approval as he did so.

Cliff's eyes scoured the wet forest floor again. He hadn't seen any animals swinging or slithering about. Nor any appetizing plants. Huh? Maybe one of those eco events happened here. That would explain the lack of food and people.

He smacked his lips and rolled his tongue in his mouth. It felt dry.

He traced his belt, his digits skimming over his currently empty holster and then to his gourd. He swung it up, and his body felt the immediate disappointment—it held no weight. No water either.

Cliff tapped the bottom of the uncorked gourd to his head and sighed.

He fixed it back on his belt, then went to the other side. He picked up the compass and flipped open the silver top. The golden arrow spun, searching for a direction.

"Nearest town," he whispered, swallowing hard after. I hate that when you notice the thirst, it burns even more.

The arrow pointed a smidgen northeast. Damn, do these make travelin' easier. It then lit up at the center with the miles, and he hung his head. That's three hours. He put his free hand to his face and grunted into his palm.

"Nearest..." Cliff played with his options. I at least need some water. He said the word questioningly, "shrine?"

The arrow buzzed again, rotating quickly, but showed a similar path, more northeast than the town. An hour, that's better. Not the best, but to hell with it.

He grabbed the rein again, "We're going this way, Kackles."

Cliff's mount spurred and listened.

...

He strayed off the half-buried stone path for about an hour, humming old tunes. His eyes lit up as he finally spotted a torii. It looks a little worse for wear, but it's something. It meant a shrine was just beyond it.

He couldn't wait for the refreshing taste of fresh water.

He crossed his fingers as his companion started to strut up the long steps. Here's hoping they have one of those shrine guards with food.

Upon reaching the shrine, he jumped off and told Kackles to wait.

The shrine was small, with several cracks in its curved red roof, old, nearly shredded paper talismans, and no idols. Hmm. Cliff's teal-green orbs touched the mossy stones, and his finger ran across the podium, which normally held the shrine owner.

Is there some kind of Yokai roaming here? He questioned. His boots clattered across the muddy, grassy slabs. His eyes caught what he was looking for—a spring to the right of the shrine. It looks clear.

He slowed down before he reached it. His body twitched at the sound inside the shrine's paper gate. He narrowed his gaze, watching the movement.

"Hello?" Cliff called. He lifted his right hand slowly. "I saw this spring out here, and I wanted to know if anyone minds me takin' some." I'd also like any food you got, he thought, but he wouldn't ask for handouts.

A very skittish voice answered, "Go ahea-ah-eed!" Her tone skittered with panic.

"You need any help in there, ma'am?" He pushed his hat up, keeping his line of sight on the shadow beyond the paper.

"I'M FINE, DON'T COME IN!"

That doesn't sit right.

Cliff cautiously backed up. He took his gourd from his belt and walked over to the spring. He filled it up slightly and took a swig. His lip tensed up with distaste. A little tangy. Which meant the spirit of the shrine was gone, and the spring was on its way to being corrupted.

Regardless, he couldn't be picky, so he drank and filled what he could in the gourd.

He looked back at the shrine. He imagined it was a yokai inside, but...

A yokai doesn't usually sound like a scared woman unless it's asking you to save em'.

Cliff walked up the shrine's steps again, leaning back on one of the railings near the way down. He prepared to tell her he was going on his way. However, a loud shatter and cry made him leap from the pillar.

He threw back the paper door, and his eyes caught what looked like a woman. Her skin was as pure as snow in a tattered kimono that matched. Except for the splotches of blood and mud soaking its “skirt” end.

Her claws were deep in the varnished wood, trying to climb it. Her head twisted back to look at him. Cliff took a step forward. The remaining vase pieces crunched under his boots.

She spoke with a garbled, gruff speech. She's new.

"This ain't your shrine, is it, Yokai?"

It hissed at the word, insulted by the term. It jumped down at Cliff, and he sidestepped out of the way. It rolled and crashed into the other table of useless trinkets. He backed into the other wall in doing so—his back bumped into the wall. The space was far too tight to fight in.

It really is a newborn; most yokai are faster, stronger, and have some supernatural magic to back them up.

He threw up his finger pistol and aimed it at her. Cliff’s eyes sparked with a ring of brighter, neon green light. It circled within his hunter green iris. The ring sparked repeatedly like someone kept hitting two stones together.

Before she could scramble back up, he set his vision on her along with his pointer finger. He lined it up and set the weak Yokai ablaze. It took a few seconds for the screeching to stop. It had been crisped.

He blew on his finger and put out the imaginary pillar of smoke coming from it.

That was pretty easy. Cliff got off the wall ready to leave, then realized that he was talking to someone else before. His eyes quickly looked over the room. He did a 360 in an attempt to find them.

He only saw shattered pots, dust, and a few broken trinkets. He rested his gaze back on the claw marks in the wood. Why would it try to get on the wall? He followed what its path might have been. And up there, between the wooden beams, was a girl. She was hard to see with the shadows of the unlit space protecting her.

She looks so tiny. Cliff had never seen a stunted human before. She looked like she’d stand at his knees. How did she even get up there?

"Thank you for that, sir," she said, hugging the wooden pole.

"Cliff," he replied.

"I'm Cassie," she said back, giving a slight wave, almost falling, and quickly clinging to the beam again.

"Can you get down, Miss Cassie?"

"O-of course I can. I just like the view up here is all." She said, "But I wish you luck on your trip, sir."

Cliff raised a brow, "Uh-huh." There's no way she's getting down from there without seriously getting hurt. Cliff put his arms out, "Two things: one, you got nothing to land on down here but shattered pots and dust."

She glanced down at his arms. "You want me to jump down into your arms?!"

"Yes."

"But what if I miss you?"

"Got any other options?"

She was quiet before she closed her eyes and adjusted her glasses. "Please don't drop me."

"Don't plan on it. Now come on," Cliff said.

She slowly got her legs dangling. She squeaked, still clinging on. Cliff waited and swayed with her feet.

"Don't have all day, Miss Cassie."

She nodded, took a deep breath, and let go.

Cliff caught her bridal style with a slight "oof," yet once he held her in his arms, he realized how light she was.

“Thank you,” she uttered.

I've carried toddlers with more weight than you. Cliff joked in his head. And we even look similar in age.

His mind wandered to her looks as he worked on putting her down. Stunted like her were rare, and knowing she wouldn't be that hard to carry made him reflexively swallow.

"By the way, nice focus magic you did there. Though, I don't think I've ever seen anyone put a hand up like that to use it." She copied his finger gun motion.

Cliff shifted his gaze and muttered, "I like putting on a show." He poorly hid his embarrassment. Here, I thought Stunted didn't know much about magic.

His mind trickled back. Is every rumor I heard about them right then? His stomach wanted to know.

"And you mentioned two things earlier but only said one," Cassie said.

I can't let a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity slip away. He wanted to know for sure if Stunted lived up to their hype.

"Two was about my services. They ain't cheap." Cliff said. He expected her to start running. She didn't.

"I told you everything was fine! You didn't have to intervene."

He scoffed and pointed to the pile of ash behind him, "You know what that thing was?"

The Stunted opened her mouth. Nothing proceeded to come out.

Cassie conceded, "I've never encountered that Yokai before, so, no."

"That was an Agubanba," Cliff said, "a Yokai that probably wanted to use you as a catalyst for its growth."

She lowered her head, "right."

Yet, newborn Yokai don't usually attack people outright.

He crouched down to meet her eye level the best he could, "Given that you seem to lack anything of value on your person-"

The girl with wild brown hair interrupted him, "I had plenty of valuable goods before those outlaws took them! I was resting in the shrine when they came in. I panicked and climbed up to hide." She fixed her large, thick, rounded lenses, "and I dropped my stuff when I made my way up."

Cassie shifted her head up, "They probably took those items into town to sell them."

She rubbed her hands together. It almost looks like you want to fight em' "Can you direct me to the nearest town, if it's not too much trouble?"

"Direct you?" Cliff questioned. You're asking a lot from a stranger, aren't ya? I can throw you in the opposite direction if I wanted.

"That way, I can pay you back! I'll get to town, bury it somewhere, probably along the edge, and even put one of those sizzling starlight flowers on it. They are quite common in this region." She said.

He rubbed the slight stubble of his chin. The more he looked at Cassie, the more he felt his little shoulder devils curiosity to eat her rising. "And how do I know you ain't lyin'?"

Her eyebrows knitted together, "Why would I-"

"Listen, little missy. I don't know much about you. A Stunted in the middle of the forest is a very odd thing to see." He slapped his hands on his thighs, "but I'll tell you what, I won't charge you my usual price."

Cassie's eyes lit up, then quickly fell to skepticism. "You won't?

"Nope, I have a little proposition instead," Cliff smirked.

His mind and body were in agreement. He wanted to curb his hunger.

Cassie didn't seem to like what his face was selling. "What kind of proposition?"

He flashed a wider smile and flicked up his hat, "I'd estimate it'd take about two hours until we hit town." His eyes met her rich brown ones. "So, in the meantime, little miss Cassie, since you owe me and I'm pretty hungry—"

He maintained his confidence as he asked, "—how about you be my temporary meal on our way there?"

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hii!! i saw what you wrote for a punk!reader n i loved it sm n i wanted to be a little self-indulgent too lol

marvel men with a coquette reader? like pale pinks, pearls, florals, ballet slippers, that type of aesthetic? <3

pintrest has some rlly pretty pictures if u don’t know what it is exactly!

Author : "A little explanation here. Your outfit is composed of an umbrella that is indestructible and allows you to fly. You are basically Mary Poppins but with a lot more pink and pearls. I liked the idea, so I went with it. Hope you'll like it. 😂"

Sam :

"Can we go shopping ?", you asked and Sam gave you the best poker face he could muster before stating in a matter-of-factly tone.

"Did you look at the state of my bank account ? I'm broke. More than broke. I think I'm gonna stick to my old sweaters and cargo pants if you don't mind ?"

You huffed loudly in annoyance before walking away, clearly upset and Sam arched an eyebrow at you as you came back with your own credit card in hand.

"I'm buying."

You stated with a little mischievous smirk—leaving no room for discussion—and he knew he should have refused here and there but..There was always something about you that made him break. He just couldn’t refuse you anything when you looked at him like that, little puppy dog eyes. He finally nodded in agreement before you took his hands and pulled him up.

"Come on ! It’s going to be fun !"

He doubted that.

And, he was right.

The first shop you both ended up in was full of pearls, glitter and a lot of pink—A LOT.

He looked around and felt out of place, surrounded by so many bright colours and different materials that he knew he was never going to remember the name..And, here he was. A soldier in a dollhouse.

But, amongst all that, he saw your face and you looked so happy that he couldn’t help but crack a smile as well. Your face lit up as you started scampering from dress to dress and ballet slippers to heart-shaped pins.

He may only be a soldier, but a little pink princess had decided to jogtrot into his life unexpectedly and for some reason ? He couldn’t find any will in him to complain anymore.

…until he saw the price tags.

"Oh Hell nah ! I’m not paying for that !"

You pouted and was about to remind him that you were going to pay for it, but decided against it as an idea sprung into your mind.

You leaned forward and batted your eyelashes at him with a small begging look.

"Pllllleeeeeeaaaasssseeee ?"

He stayed silent and stoic for a moment before finally indulging and getting his money out with a sigh.

"Fine..But, it is the last time !"

You giggled a little to yourself, now convinced about your hold on the soldier as you stood back straight and nodded with a small knowing smile.

"Sure !"

You then made sure he was out of the store before turning towards the vendor and taking out your own cash and sliding it to her on the counter.

"Could you please give me back the money he just gave you ? I'll pay for it."

You said you would pay after all..Also, you wouldn't want him to pay for a gift you chose for him now, would you ?

You giggled absent-mindedly to yourself before taking the shopping bag and following him outside.

He had no idea what you had in store for him..

Scott :

Scott actually asked you for "girl advice" concerning Cassie, since you like everything pink and pretty. He brought you to a shop and you spent the day shopping, looking at everything until you both decided to buy her a rabbit plush.

However, once you were at Cassie's party, she didn't have the reaction you expected.

"He's so ugly.."

You frowned a little and thought she didn't like the gift, but Scott elbowed you and whispered.

"Watch what happens next.."

You didn't understand until Cassie’s expression lit up and she started to bounce up and down excitedly.

"I LOVE HIM ! THANK YOU SO MUCH !"

Both you and Scott couldn't help but burst out laughing as she ran to show her new friend to her classmates.

"So..She liked it ?", you asked, still unsure, and turned towards Scott who smiled reassuringly at you and nodded.

"Don't be surprised. My girl has 50% of my DNA in her. She was destined to have bad taste."

You arched an eyebrow at his words before looking at yourself up and down significantly.

"Do I look like "bad taste" to you ? I'm 100% best girlfriend you'll ever get. Thank you very much."

Your high-pitched tone only fuelled his urge to laugh as he bit his lips together in order not to as you curtsied comically.

"Yes yes..I am very funny."

However, your little show was interrupted by a group of kids, led by Cassie, who surrounded you and had their mouths agape in awe at you. One of them even asked you if you were a fairy and you laughed as Cassie lead you to a little pink table in the middle of the room.

"Tea party ?", Cassie asked with a big smile and you couldn't possibly refuse. Scott he was out of the hook, but she then turned towards her dad who was hiding his smile behind his hand.

"You too, dad !"

His smile immediately fell and you were now the one with a big smile of your face.

"Yeah. Join us too, "dad"."

He glared at you, but couldn't do anything but indulge.

"Fine.."

However, his eyes caught your amused smile and he shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips as he was led after you to the small kid-sized table. He was then given a small cup of imaginary tea and while you looked like you were actually enjoying it, Scott pretended it was too hot and grimaced.

They all laughed and you addressed him an amused smile while grabbing his hand underneath the table and squeezing it affectionately.

You loved this, and he knew that being with you would change his life forever. (His apartment would turn into a dollhouse)

And for some reason ? He wouldn’t have it any other way. You smiled at each other as Cassie looked at the both of you and grinned widely at her rabbit plush.

"You and I are gonna have a new mommy, isn't that good news, M. Carrots ?"

Loki/Thor :

"WOUHOU ! Faster !"

Loki and Thor both laughed as you stood ahead, your hair blown wildly by the wind and your eyes wide open in wonder at the majesty as the Asgardian kingdom.

"Your wish is my command."

Thor indulged and Loki smiled at his brother.

"I like this one.."

You opened your arms wide and howled widely as you felt the wind blow all around you and strands of your hair whip your face. It felt incredible and the brothers got the occasion to smell your intoxicating cherry perfume in the meantime. They then instinctively looked at each other in silent challenge and Loki smiled mischievously before looking at you and complimenting you.

"You look divine, dear..This style suits you."

You blushed and smiled widely at the compliment before thanking him. However, Thor suddenly stepped between the both of you and coughed to get your attention.

"I..I also think you look..Hum..You see..You look like a..a…A BIRD !"

You laughed awkwardly at the strange comparison and were about to thank him too when he suddenly took you into his arms as a gigantic bird flew just above your heads. You then understood that he was warning you about it and felt silly, but also rather comfortable and safe in his big strong arms..

"Ahem.."

You then both seemed to remember Loki and quickly stepped away from each other.

You took back your place at the head of the ship and then stood up on the edge. Both gods looked at each other, confused until you turned around and addressed them a huge smile, extending your arms wide before shouting.

"See you later, boys !"

You then let yourself fall backwards and it took a moment for the gods to get out of their stupor and run after you to catch you. However, they were surprised when you flew up, pushed by the wind making you fly by blowing air in your umbrella and propulsating you upwards through the air.

"Let's race !"

You shouted excitedly as the wind blew you forward, leading you ahead of the ship and Loki smirked before running back to the steering wheel and driving the boat faster as Thor fell backwards.

Challenge accepted.

Both brothers grew up in Asgard where fashion was really important and each god was assigned specific colors in relation with their social status and personal tastes.

You, being dressed in pink all the time or loving pearls is not surprising to them. Loki is always dressed in green and Thor loves gold.

Believe me, they would be last ones bothered or even surprised by it.

Stephen :

Stephen didn't really know what to think of you at first. You didn't look like any hero he knew and when you were added to the Avengers, he didn't know what to make of it.

He was happy that the team had a new member, but when the two of you were alone on a mission..Things could get out of control.

Stephen : "Wait Y/N ! We need to have a plan ! You can't just fly into danger !"

However, you ignored his advice and only went faster. You laughed as you could head Stephen running behind you and turned towards him with a cheeky grin.

"Where would be the fun in that ?"

He rolled his eyes before flying after you and grabbed your wrist. You rolled your eyes and were prepared to receive a whole speech about listening to him and staying alive, but was surprised when you felt the doctor shake and he pleaded.

"Please. Be careful.."

Your expression softened as you slowed down to check on Stephen. You knew he could see all the future possibilities and it lead him to worry a lot about you, but this was where you came in. He needed a wild card, someone unpredictable that made him see that nothing is written in stone.

However, you also knew it made him fear for your life and tried not to push him too far. You smiled and kissed his cheek, which made him snap his head up at you in surprise.

"When am I not careful ?"

You smiled and he smiled back at you. However, he didn't expect you to suddenly open your pink umbrella and flying away. You didn't think twice before jumping in the air and running towards danger. He sighed tiredly. He should have known..However, he didn't count on Wong creeping up on him from behind and laughing loudly next to him, almost giving him a heart attack.

"You're made for each other.."

He frowned at Wong's words and looked up at you before shaking his head at the absurd idea.

"I beg you pardon ? Absolutely not."

Wong laughed again before running after you while Stephen stayed behind a moment, pondering on Wong's words. Could he really like you ? Was that the reason he was so worried about you ? He finally sighed before flying after you, convinced you would be the end of him..

Stephen never really cared about how you dressed, but more how you acted without consulting him first.

It could become a problem on missions such as this one.

But, watching you laugh while fighting a/an alien/god/monster, he couldn't help but smile too.

You were maybe a big pink disaster, but he loved you nonetheless and it made his days somehow brighter.

Yondu :

"What's your name ?"

Yondu asked after he landed on Earth where was rumored to be the last (your species) and soon enough, found you sitting in the middle of a park, waiting.

"Mary Poppins.", you answered with no hesitation and smiled to yourself at your own joke.

You didn’t want to give them your real name and decided to give them this one instead, expecting them to believe it as they couldn’t possibly know who it was. You had a small smile on your face, twirling the handle of your pink umbrella and waiting for them to go back in their ship so you could keep pickpocketing around. However, you weren’t expecting the leader’s reaction as he smiled widely and looked you up and down before turning towards the rest of his crew. They all seemed to understand the reason of his amusement as they all started laughing or giving you a side smile.

"So..You're the famous Mary Poppins, huh ?", the leader finally turned back to you and you realised you may have made a mistake somewhere..but, it was too late to backtrack now.

"Yup.", you confirmed, less self-assured this time as he stared at you with a knowing grin.

His smile only widened, showing his silver tooth in the process before eyeing you up and down once more, slowly walking around you to observe you. You felt like a goldfish in an aquarium with a pack of sharks..

"You’re a lot less badass than Peter said you were.."

You arched an eyebrow at that..Who was Peter ? He suddenly leaned forward to touch your puffy sleeve, but you jumped out of his reach.

"Don't touch ! It's fragile, you brute."

He arched a quizzical eyebrow at you before turning back at the rest of his crew and laughing.

"Did you hear that, boys ? The Mary Poppins is fragile !"

They all laughed, but you suddenly pointed your pink umbrella at him and pressed a hidden button which made a sharp blade spring out from the tip.

"Are you sure about that ?"

A challenge. His crew members stepped forward to intervene, but he stopped them by raising his hand, his eyes still on you as he commanded them to stay put.

"Mary Poppins wants a dance ? Fine by me.."

He whistled and this sort of magical arrow got out of his pocket, it slowly turned its head towards you and you smirked..This was going to be fun. His arrow suddenly flew towards you, but you opened your umbrella and used it as a shield. Yondu was surprised when his arrow couldn’t pierce the fabric. You used his momentary surprise to run towards him and attack, but his arrow was faster and he used it to counter your blow as your umbrella hit the side of his head.

He jumped backwards, but still had a smirk of his face as he finally admitted.

"Okay. You're more badass than I thought. I was wrong. Wanna join my crew ?"

"…HUH ?!"

The rest of his men exclaimed in shock, but their shock was doubled when you smiled back at Yondu and nodded.

"Sure. Fine by me."

Yondu is an alien who raised a human and picked up all kinds of different aliens to join his crew. He is used to weird and wouldn't care about your appearance. However, he has the ability to recognize talent when he sees it. As long as you are talented and he finds you useful, you will always have a place in his crew.

Clint :

"Do you like all the attention you draw towards yourself ?"

Clint once asked you when you were both in the car, going home from some mission in Wakanda. A lot of people were staring at you there, as they had never seen someone like you before and you thought about it for a moment before shrugging.

"I'm used to it by now. The attention doesn't bother me. And you ? Do you enjoy staying in the shadows.."

He stayed silent for a couple of minutes before ignoring your question and revealing the true reason behind his question.

"It's not safe."

Ah. He was worried, you realized and looked away at the moving landscape, thinking about his question.

It was true that being easily recognizable had sometimes led you to have more problems than it was worth. You sometimes wished people could stare less and you could dress or act as you wished without people judging you..But, at the end, it did also make you recognizable in the eyes of the people that needed you, the people that mattered. That, was the most important. Besides, it had other perks.

You looked back at Clint who was still waiting for your answer and smiled.

"Well..It got your attention, didn't it ? I'm sure glad it did before that villain could cut me in half earlier.."

You thought he would at least smile at your attempt to reassure him, but his brows only furrowed further and he shook his head.

"You shouldn't take it so lightly..You could get hurt."

You took his hand in yours and smiled at him before squeezing it comfortingly.

"Don't worry about me, Clint. I can handle the attention. As long as you like it ? I'm good with it."

He opened his mouth to deny it, but only signed loudly in defeat before pulling you into his arms. He didn't want you to get hurt, it was the only reason your appearance bothered him. But, he wouldn't let your happiness suffer from his worry.

"I guess.."

He finally admitted and you smiled before hugging him back.

"I knew you liked it.."

He rolled his eyes at your words, but still held you closer.

"Don't push it, princess Peach."

You laughed at his poor and half-hearted attempt at insulting you before smiling.

"Wouldn't dream of it, Legolas."

He groaned in annoyance at the nickname, but didn't release you and you both stayed in each other's arms in perfect comfortable silence.

Clint may never admit it, but he really likes that you are different. He may find it difficult to accept because he worries it might be dangerous for you, but he always finds reassurance in the fact that you are so different and unique that even if you were to be separated, he would always be able to find you.

Steve :

Steve had decided to ask you out, but it turned out to be an uneasy task as he didn't know how to bring up the subject. He decided to start by complimenting you and, luckily for him, he didn't lack words for that.

"You look very nice. Pink looks great on you."

He knew pink was your favorite color and hoped it would grant him at least some kind of appreciation. However, he didn't expect your reaction. You laughed before raising a quizzical eyebrow at the captain.

"Why, thank you ! I’m glad my choice of clothes makes you happy today. Also, I like the shield, is it new ?"

You answered with a cheeky smile and Steve couldn’t help but roll his eyes as your obvious sarcasm.

"You're spending way too much time with Tony."

You giggled at his slight annoyance before using your pink umbrella as a shield against a bomb of acid that the henchman in front of you threw at you. Steve then jumped in front of you and used his shield to knock out the man before he could attack you again.

"Hum..Thanks ?"

You could have totally handled that, but didn't want to deprive Steve of his moment. You smiled before taking a step forward, but hissed in pain. You then looked down at your leg and realized that some droplets of the acid hit your leg. Steve lost his proud smile and immediately knelt in front of you to look at the wound worriedly.

"Steve..It's not necessary. I'm fine. Really."

However, he didn't seem to believe you and made you sit down so he may have a better look. Fortunately, it was an artificial wound and Steve only bandaged it before helping you up.

"Does it feel better now ?"

He was truly worried, you realized and it was then that everything seemed to click.

"Wait..Were you..hitting on me ?!"

He seemed taken aback by your sudden discovery and looked away, embarrassed.

"What ?! No !"

You leaned forward so your eyes met and this was when you noticed the slight blush on his face, barely hidden by his mask. You smiled victoriously as your theory was proven to be right.

"Ah ! You totally were !"

He didn't answer, but you then wiggled your eyebrows suggestively.

"You know..I'm free tonight ? We could go and see a romantic movie together and be lovey-dovey all night, what do you think ?"

You joked, but didn't expect Steve's answer as he flashed you one of his signature smiles and nodded.

"It's a date."

"Did I just..?"

"Yup.."

Tony's voice sounded in your ear piece and you blushed as you realized he had heard all of it. But, before you could talk and blame him for listening on your private conversation..Other voices joined in.

"I would recommend the red dress with white pearls, pink-laced and open in the back."

Vision.

"What are you talking about ?! It's Y/N we're talking about ! Let her go all out and put on that big princess-like dress she likes so much !"

Sam.

"Boys..Could we go back on the mission ? Besides, I'm sure Y/N's got it.."

Natasha.

You sighed before turning off your ear piece. You really needed to fix yours.

Tony :

It was at a press conference that your unusual appearance was first mentioned to Tony.

"M. STARK ! DO YOU HAVE ANYTHING TO SAY ABOUT Y/N' SUPERHERO SUIT ?!"

You frowned and were about to tell the reporter that it was none of his business, but Tony beat you to it.

"They could be dressed like the Easter Bunny, and I still wouldn’t care. They’re a good hero and that’s all that matters. They helped us defeat Ultron and many other villains over the years and I will not make an issue out of the color of their clothes. Next question."

The conference room turned silent as all eyes were on Tony and even you were impressed and pleasantly surprised by how Tony had not hesitated before defending you. Soon, other reporters started asking questions, but were smart enough not to ask anything else about you.

Once this conference over, you both left the room and walked towards another conference where you were supposed to talk. On the way, you squeezed Tony's hand and he looked at you with an expectant raised eyebrow.

"Yes ?"

You bit your lower lip before finally asking with uncertainty, your eyes still focused ahead as you kept walking.

"Say..Did you mean it ? What you said in there..You really don't mind how I look ?"

He smiled knowingly and raised your hand to leave a kiss on your knuckles.

"Every word. As far as I'm concerned ? You're perfect."

You beamed at his compliment and he chuckled as you happily hopped next to him to the next conference room.

Tony is extravagant. He wouldn't ask any less of you. He likes that you're confident about who you are and are not afraid to put on a show.

It just proves that he was right to choose you.

Yelena/Natasha :

"She looks like a princess.."

Yelena said and Natasha laughed at her comment before taking a swing of her beer and shaking her head at her sister's comparison.

"No, but..hear me out ! She's always wearing pink, pearls and has a tiara. I saw it."

Natasha restrained herself from rolling her eyes at her sister's obvious obsession and shrugged before playing along.

"Huh-huh..If she's a princess, does that mean you're the dragon ?"

Yelena frowned as she wondered what she meant, until she saw a man approach you at the bar and her shoulders tensed, her eyes suddenly focused on the both of you as the man leaned a little bit closer to you.

"Careful, dragon. You're spitting fire.."

Natasha teased and Yelena tried to play it cool, waving her hand dismissively at her sister and looking away.

"Me and Y/N ? No. I'm just..worried ?"

But, Natasha wasn't fooled and arched a quizzical eyebrow at her sister with an amused smile.

"Worried ? That's new..Last time I checked, that expression on your face was called jealousy."

Yelena rolled her eyes at Natasha who leaned back and glanced back at you, her smile faltering for a second.

There was a time where Natasha thought about asking you out, but the idea faded as soon as she realized Yelena had feelings for you too. Natasha knew she had little time left and that being the only Avenger with no superpower required a lot of sacrifices..She wouldn't be the reason you would have to change your pretty pink dress to a black one.

Besides, Yelena was her little sister and she knew she loved you too, and it was enough for her.

Yelena had lost a lot and Natasha wouldn't let her affection for you be the reason for her sister to hate her anymore than she already did.

She glanced back at you and smiled sadly.

It didn't make it any less difficult though ?

Yelena stood up when the man dared touch your lower back, but you instinctively grabbed his hand and almost crushed all of his fingers in the process.

"Don't touch me."

You looked like a lovely defenseless lady, but Natasha and Yelena both knew you were much more than that.

Yelena smiled proudly and Natasha took one last sip of her drink before you all had to go back on the road.

They both don't have a problem with your appearance, they are not that normal either, they just hide it better since they are both spies. You just wear your difference on you instead of hiding it and this is one of the reasons why both sisters like you so much.

And, deep down ? They even admire you for it.

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