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leffee · 26 days

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Vinnil for the otp ask!

Ok, so, since the first person wanted ALL those questions answered with Vinnil, I'm putting all other Vinnil asks I got along with this one because, you know, they will be answered now anyway.

1. Who is the better cook?

Sunil, definitely. Vinnie's not into cooking at all aside from maybe baking sometimes but that's only because he craves cake and sweets, plus he's perfectly fine with buying already ready food from supermarkets or ordering fast food. He can cook a few things but not much. So, Sunil, he likes cooking for himself and has been doing it for a while, moreover he often does that as a way to keep in touch with his Indian roots so he cooks Indian dishes which he really likes. Vinnie's happy to help though.

2. Who gets up to cook at 2am?

I mean, kinda neither? If anyone it's Vinnie, but he doesn't cook, just gets a snack or something in the middle of the night. Unless they're both staying up for whatever reason then Sunil might propose cooking something quick if he gets hungry enough at that hour.

3. Are they into PDA? Who initiates most?

Like with Shahrukh x Sunil, Sunil is not so much while Vinnie is very much. Vinnie LOVES letting other people know that Sunil is HIS boyfriend (satisfies his possessive urges and all), even strangers who won't see them ever again. Sunil on the other hand prefers to be affectionate in private because that's more comfortable for him. It doesn't mean he's 100% against pda or anything, he's fine with holding hands or an occasional hug or kiss (especially knowing how touch-craving Vinnie is), but in private he's much more comfortable with being affectionate and is happy to indulge his boyfriend. So who initiates it more? Well, Sunil actually because Vinnie doesn't wanna make his bf uncomfortable as much as he craves affection, so when it comes to pda he lets Sunil initiate it so that he knows he's fine with it at the moment.

4. Their favorite show to watch together?

I honestly have no idea. I mean, how do I even answer that in a way that everyone will understand? I don't really know american shows and I doubt you all know any polish ones. I could say Shake-a-leg but nah, I don't think Sunil would watch it, or he would but occasionaly not because he likes it but because he wants to spend time with Vinnie. So yeah, idk, maybe they would sometimes like watching some of the quiz-like shows like Who wants to be a millionare, I think they could enjoy those and trying to guess the correct answer.

5. Who is the cheesier one of the two?

Vinnie because omg, he's so in love with Sunil (to an extreme degree yada yada). He practically looks like (,,♡ᵕ♡,,) when looking at Sunil so yeah, he's cheesy especially with his words, though that doesn't mean he can't be more original but stuff like nicknames or cheesy lines are his shit, especially bragging about Sunil to anyone and everyone who will listen, or even if they won't. He's not the cheesiest person ever mind you, but between those two he is the cheesy one because he is just this happy about being in a romantic relationship with Sunil.

6. Who is always, always running late?

As stated in the poly boys ask about that, neither. In short, Sunil doesn't because he's just this kind of person who doesn't like running late plus he's responsible and neither does Vinnie because he likes being with his boyfriend too much. If you wanna know more just read what I said about them in that poly boys reply, but that's the gist it.

7. Who's clumsier?

I mean, do I even need to say anything? Being clumsy is one of Vinnie's defining traits, so him of course. He trips, he falls, bonks his head on things etc. But hey, it's also pretty cute, so it's alright :3. Sunil, if he's close sometimes manages to catch or stabilize him before he can even fall or he falls directly onto Sunil and that's adorable. But I can't say it's all good, Sunil does genuinely get annoyed by this sometimes, because seriously, how on earth does Vinnie trip sometimes seemingly every other step? Plus, it can cause other things to be destroyed, and realistically it irritates him every now and then. But at the end of the day, it's (mostly) not Vinnie's fault and he knows it. He doesn't fall on purpose after all, he doesn't control it.

8. Who is a morning person? Who is a night owl?

Vinnie is a night owl, more often than not he stays up until at least 2 am no matter what. Sunil can stay up but would rather not, if he doesn't get enough sleep he has a terrible day and is so lost. If he does stay up it's when he doesn't have to get up early the next day because he still needs to sleep around 8 hours to feel good. But he's not a morning person either. He likes sleeping long, so unless he falls asleep very quickly (like 10 pm) he won't happily get up early. So, Sunil is neither.

9. Who travels lighter?

What the hall does "travel light" mean? Googles a few things. Ah. Yeah, that would be Vinnie because Sunil definitely thinks a lot about what to take and makes sure he does take it all, while Vinnie can just kinda throw a few closest things into his luggage and he's pretty much good to go. He can take a longer time to do it but he doesn't have to, he feels no need to. Plus, he's perfectly fine with wearing one outfit for a long time while Sunil is more picky, not wanting to wear the same, getting diritier with each day clothes for a longer time, plus he wants to be ready in case of emergencies. So Vinnie takes lighter load.

10. Who is always reminding the other not to forget important documents/general things before leaving out the door?

Sunil reminds Vinnie because he's more worried about such things and needs to make absolute sure they take all the necessary things such as documents. It's not that Vinnie forgets all that often, rather that Sunil really, reaaaally needs to ensure they definitely took all important things.

11. Who leaves notes in the other one's lunch? (Bonus: what do they say?)

Vinnie would be such a sucker for this, oh yes. Cause it has no flaws really, it's a way of showing Sunil support without risking overwhelming him and it's such a nice but simple gesture. He loves making Sunil lunch (even if he's not that into cooking but you know) he will do it if only for the sake of those notes, he always leaves at least one no matter what. It can be very simple, like "Have a nice day, I love you," or something more original and Sunil-specific like "Your eyes are the same as your personality - golden", oh the goof.

12. Who prefers calling to texting (& vice versa)? Bonus: Who is so bad at texting it made the other think they weren't interested when they first started hanging out? [This could be hypothetical as much as real].

Also been stated before in poly boys reply, Sunil texting, Vinnie calling. No one was bad at texting.

13. Stay home/go-out? What are their date nights like?

I think it'd be a mix-up of both. They're both completely fine with having home dates, Sunil is more comfortable like that plus Vinnie likes having everything at hand's reach like food and toilet etc plus he's more than happy not having to dress all fancy (honestly he probably wouldn't do that even if they were going out). When they do go out they often go to some sort of semi-private place like the park (well, it's not really private but not as public as a restuarant, you know what I mean?) but they also like going to a roller rink or an ice rink. Of course, Vinnie keeps tripping but eh, he's used to it and it's worth it to see Sunil having fun once he relaxes.

14. Who falls asleep during a movie?

If anyone, it's Sunil but mostly during movie nights because as stated in one of the previous asks, he's less good with staying up. But at the same time if they did plan a movie night then he's most likely ready for it. Still, it can happen because when compared to Vinnie he's not as good at not sleeping at night. On occasions, Vinnie can fall asleep during a movie if he stayed up one time too much, but it's rare, so Sunil.

15. Who's the first to cry during movies that don't seem sad?

Sunil but only because he's more prone to crying. Vinnie cries rarely, especially around others, so even in he did feel like crying he wouldn't. But still, if the movie is not explicitly sad it's really rare that Sunil will cry.

16. Who hogs the covers?

Vinnie, unintentionally too. My boy is always cold so he already has more covers on his side anyway but it doesn't stop him from hogging Sunil's too. That is when he's really, really out of it like very sleepy or sometimes when drunk. Cause under normal circumstances he wouldn't hog Sunil's covers, he doesn't wanna do it to him plus he genuinely has enough covers already. Listen, Sunil understand the comfort and he likes having more covers sometimes too but man, the sheer number of covers Vinnie can sleep under and not feel too hot is just straight up weird.

17. Who is more competitive?

Mmm as in competitive with each other they're pretty even I think as in both are pretty low on that. Sunil is not that much of a competitive person anyway and Vinnie can be but with different people. In my version he's waaay too obsessed with whoever he's crushing on to want to win when competing with them so in this case with Sunil. Honestly, he'd probably lose anyway because he's poop at most stuff.

18. What are they like when they're drunk? How do they act together? & when 1 is drunk, while the other one's sober?

This one is a repeat again so once more this will be rather short. Vinnie - more impulsive, emotional and cuddly, Sunil - relaxes and becomes chill. So when they are both drunk they can talk for hours about random shit and Sunil simply observes or occasionaly joins in. When only Sunil is drunk Vinnie happily follows him with whatever he wants to do and when only Vinnie is drunk Sunil just kinda lets him run around and do whatever he desires while keeping an eye on him, sometimes. Though a lot of the time he will indulge him because drunk Vinnie is affectionate Vinnie.

19. What do they fight about most often? (Alternative: what was their biggest fight?)

Gaps! Vinnie would never fight with his beloved buuut realistically they mostly argue when the other is too stubborn about something. Mostly, if one says he's fine when he's clearly not "Vinnie, you're literally covered in blood (mm) let me help." "Sunil, really, I can do it myself, you look exhausted." So basically they resort to arguing when everything else fails.

20. Who randomly brings home a stray puppy/kitten to adopt?

Vinnie, but he doesn't bring puppies nor kittens rather he just brings random animals, like he will lead a fox to their house and the other day it will be a ladybug which will always fly away later anyway (he would bring other bugs but of course Sunil is afraid of them). A fox, ladybug, a hedgehog, as long as he's able to bring it home one way or another he will.

21. Any routines one has that the other had to get used to (ex. morning, nighttime, sleeping habits)?

Yeees but at the same time those two had spent so much time together they are already mostly used to each other's routines and know how to work around them - Vinnie's tendency to stay up late into the night and then sometimes sleeping until long houres into the day as well as his constant need for warmth, occasional food binges, contant want to drink energydrinks, there's a lot there. On Sunil's side there's his grumpiness if he doesn't get enough sleep, prefering spicy food, being really loud when asleep... but yeah, they're mostly used to it by the time they're in a romantic relationship.

22. Love languages? How do they get around differences, if any?

Vinnie's most prominent, main one is physical touch while Sunil's main one is a mix of words of affirmation and acts of service because those two are a mix of what someone would have to do to convince him that they truly do love him. And it honestly works pretty well. It might not be his love language but Sunil really likes being physically close with Vinnie anyway, though it's not all perfect because Vinnie craves SO much touch he sometimes needs to restrain himself. But hey, they had been friends before, he can restrain himself. And in Sunil's case acts of service especially are pretty much perfect because once he's in love with someone Vinnie gets so much happiness from it Sunil doesn't even have to say it, Vinnie will happily give up his time for Sunil's sake. Words of affirmation too, Vinnie just buries him under affirmations, though sometimes he gets so excited that he's pretty incoherent with his words, but you know, Sunil gets what he's trying to communicate.

23. Who initiates cuddling more?

Well, Vinnie of course. But at the same time he craves touch so much as you already know, he will often do it indirectly like getting closer and closer to Sunil or touching him in any other way - like putting his feet on Sunil's lap - it's often a sign that he wants cuddles, or well, that he craves physical affection in general.

24. Sleeping/cuddling positions? (Big spoon, little spoon, etc.)?

So many. Sure, Vinnie is a little spoon often because well, he is smaller, but he's also sort of a big spoon sometimes, though with Sunil being much taller it looks more like he's his backpack or something. But also Vinnie sleeping with his head on Sunil chest and/or laying on top of him. Heck, sometimes Vinnie will even lie the other way around, with his head on Sunil's legs and his own legs on Sunil's chest (since he's short enough that lying like that won't cause his legs to be on Sunil's face, yup, I'm very fond of reminding y'all of their height difference, it's my favourite part). Basically any position is possible with those two, like Sunil lying on his side, his arms wrapped around Vinnie one pushing his head to Sunil's chest so he kinda just cradles him. There's much more of those positions but this post is super long with 40 questions, so Imma end it here.

25. What do they like about each other?

Vinnie being his obsessive self likes basically everything about Sunil, the good the "bad" and the neutral. As I stated somewhere before, once Vinnie's in love with someone that someone becomes perfect in his eyes, it's not that Sunil's eye color is perfect because it's gold, no no, it's that gold is the best eye color because it's Sunil's, get it? As for what Sunil likes about Vinnie? Nothing, he's a loser. Naaah, I'm just kidding, I just like tormenting my boy. Sunil likes Vinnie's determination, once he really has a goal set he will never stop trying to achieve that goal. That, as well as having a pretty neutral approach to most things, like Vinnie will almost never assume someone is bad and so dislike the person at first sight, or he's neutral about let's say body types. He doesn't think one is better than the other, they just are there and they sure do exist. Also, he likes Vinnie's shortness, he thinks it's adorable though he won't say it around Vinnie too often because he knows Vinnie's insecure about it even if Sunil himself likes it.

26. Who is prone to road rage?

Vinnie but Sunil is not immune either. Vinnie is less patient in general so when something happens on the road he's irritated especially when that something is traffic, oh he can't stand it for a prolonged time. Other stuff too, like if someone drives too slowly or gets into his lane without a warning he gets pissed nevermind if it repeats. As I said, Sunil's not immune either but he's more prone if he had had already been irritated before going onto the road or if it happens one time too often during one trip.

27. Craziest place they had sex?

Skipping this one, sex-repulsed, blah blah plus in my headcanon they are all asexual (for my comfort mostly and just because).

28. Who always steals the other's food? How does their partner react to it?

Vinnie, but he doesn't so much steal Sunil's food because Sunil very often happily gives him his food on his own free will, that or Sunil has food that Vinnie wouldn't wanna eat anyway and then he doesn't "steal". In short: Vinnie's the more hungry of the two a lot of the time so if Sunil has something he doesn't want to eat he will just give it to Vinnie who will devour it.

29. First date? (Give as much or little detail)

I think their first date would be some sort of picnic date or something akin to that. The thing is, when they started dating they had already been best friends for years so their first date wouldn't need to be something exciting, they had already done many exciting things before. Instead, they would need a quieter moment to discuss their newfound romantic relationship, so yeah, a picnin or something like that in some private or at least semi-private spot.

30. Pet names? Yes or no?

Another repeat from earlier ask about boys poly but I honestly can't imagine them using pet names, they don't dislike them per se, but they don't really use them, not their style I suppose. They are more into name variations like Vin and Sunster, idk, I just can't imagine either of them casually calling the other sweetheart or my love. But Sunil does sometimes calls Vinnie "cutie".

31. How do they spend their anniversary?

If possible, they spend their anniversaries relaxing, forgetting for a while about the ever rushing life and just being with each other. They don't do anything "special", they just are together. They might cuddle, take a shower together long and hot, cook and bake without stressing, stuff like that. One thing they also do is give each other gifts, it's an unspoken rule, they never said they should buy/make each other gifts and it's not like they would get mad if the other didn't give them anything, but as for now they have never missed a gift, even if it's a small one.

32. Who's so affectionate they can't stop touching the other?

Oh boy, I mean they both are super into touching each other (I mean, they're like that in canon too) but Vinnie is sooo super into physical touch, he revels in it, both touching and being touched. While he doesn't do it as much as he'd like to (he still does it a LOT but he wants to do it all the time basically). He just clings to Sunil and craves Sunil touching him but tries not to be too desperate, because as into touch as his boyfriend is he's still not as touch-starved as Vinnie.

33. What is their wedding day like?

Hmm, I never thought about that since for some reason I don't like fictional wedding. But I think they'd do a small-ish wedding for only the people they really want there, they wouldn't for example invite Sunil's more distant relatives. Why small-ish? Well, because they'd rather have that money for the honeymoon. But they'd still have quite a lot of food and some attractions, but while they do care about their wedding day it is just one day in their entire life, and they don't need it to be grand to know that they love each other.

34. How do they cheer the other one up during sad times?

Vinnie cheers Sunil up by being there for him and being ready to do something if needed, no matter what it is, if Sunil tells him that doing this or that will help him feel better Vinnie will do it. But he's mostly just there for him ready with reassuring words, though he can be a little over the top, doing something even if Sunil didn't ask him to just because he hates seeing Sunil sad so much. As for when Vinnie is sad? Sunil encourages him to express it because Vinnie will more often than not pretend that everything is fine/he can take it no matter what. He also hugs him and all that physical affection knowing how much Vinnie loves it and that it will help no matter what. Aside from that, Sunil brings him snacks because he knows Vinnie stress-eats as well as does the stuff Vinnie likes doing together with him xlike hot showers/baths.

35. What are their tastes in music?

Vinnie's taste in music is basically - he likes what he likes, there's no pattern here, he can like a rock song as much as a metal or pop one. Though he has a special spot for edm genres - like dubstep or techno. Sunil is not against any music genres either but he's a big fan of acoustic music especilly. Pretty contrasting one could say but no, not exactly since they are both fine with anything (partially also because I have no first clue about music genres actually).

36. Who is more protective?

Vinnie because he's more possesive, jealous and guard-dog coded (I said it so it's true). In other words, he will bite if needed, or sometimes even not needed, just don't hurt Sunil, don't even try and you'll be fine. Probably. Vinnie's a little paranoid over stuff like that.

37. Who wanted to see Oppenheimer; who Barbie? Did they switch opinions after?

I just don't think they cared about neither xd. Sorry, but I was not into the whole Barbenheimer at all, so I really do not care and so I think they didn't care either, it just flew past them.

38. If/when they have kids, what is their parenting style (or pets-who does what)?

They wouldn't have kids (because I hate the little feckers) but pets? Sure, why not, they can have a dog or something, never really thought about it, but if they had a dog or something Vinnie would go on walks with it more often while Sunil would keep an eye on dog's food and water, making sure it has enough. They both would play with it, but Vinnie probably more. I imagine if they needed to go to a humanarian vet they would both go. Stuff like that.

39. Do they get along with the other's family? If not, how do they deal with the other's family?

I wrote about Vinnie adoring Sunil's parents and them adoring him back many times so yeah, Vinnie is definitely getting along with Sunil's family, he's basically their second son, I mean aside from the fact that their son dating also their son sounds weird. But you know, he's their son not their actual son. As for Vinnie's mom, well, she's terrible, so of course Sunil doesn't get along with her but it's not like he gets to see her often and neither does Vinnie, fortunately for him. They just ignore her mostly.

40. Who is the skilled shopper for holidays? Who always waits 'til the last minute to get all of their gifts? (Which one gets stressed out easily)?

In general, Sunil is more skilled because he's more organized so he makes sure to buy everything and enough of it he doesn't wait till the last minute to buy gifts neither. But neither does Vinnie because he's excited to buy gifts, so he actually does that early or on time. Still, even if Sunil is more organized and does things on time he's the one more stressed out about holidays.

Here, all forty questions answered with Vinnil! Now to do that with Zoe x Pepper *dies*

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kageyuji · 3 years

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asking him how to confess to your crush (him)

⤷ oikawa, suna, bokuto, iwaizumi ; [gn!reader]

TAGS: fluff/crack if you squint, confessions

NOTES: please reblog or i’ll cry

━━ OIKAWA

you can’t miss the momentary look of sadness, but he quickly hides it with a cocky smile

he tells you the cheesiest possible way to confess to someone. he doesn’t even know if it’ll work on not

(he actually hopes it doesn’t, but he can’t just be an asshole and tell you something that clearly won’t work)

but once he realizes that he is the person you like, his mind jumps to several different places all at once

he’s happy but also he can’t properly form words, please bear with him </3

“Oikawa?”

He hummed a response to you, ghost of a smile on his lips. He always liked the way you said his name, even if it was just his family name.

“I have a favor... so there’s this guy that I like, and I wasn’t sure how to tell him. Do you think you could give me ideas?”

You don’t miss the pout on his lips, the way his eyebrows furrow, the hurt in his eyes. If one were to blink, they wouldn’t have missed it. He smiled and laughed, quickly trying to hide how much his heart ached.

People — in reality, only makki and mattsun — had asked you if you had feelings for someone. But you never gave them an answer, just a flustered smile and a shrug.

“Uhm... I don’t know, depends on the person. You can get a bouquet or something, and chocolates maybe?”

A smile lit up your face. He had looked so pained to say it; his nose was wrinkled up a little, one hand at the back of his neck, eyes looking anywhere but you.

“Oh, yeah! That sounds sweet, he might like that. Should I ask him what his favorite flowers are?”

“Yeah.” His heart sunk impossibly lower.

“Got it. So, what are your favorite flowers?”

He looked up from where he’d taken a sudden interest in the floor, looking around for someone else. But no one seemed to be engaging in a conversation with you — actually, he realized it was only you and him in the room.

“No, I meant ask this guy that you like.”

“I just did.”

He doesn’t say anything at first, eyes wide and lips parted. There’s something in his eyes that you can’t quite read. Shock, or was in confusion? There was also an undertone of hurt, like he couldn’t tell if this was some sick joke or not.

“You mean... me? I’m the- you have feelings for me?”

Your heart fell then — of course you’d been nervous to tell him. But with the constant flirting, you were beginning to think that maybe it wasn’t just harmless and playful anymore. That maybe even if it was still done playfully, there was truth behind those words, behind the smiles and the winks he sent you.

“If you don’t feel the same way, it’s fine, I just-”

“No, no, that’s not what I meant. I was just a little surprised is all. I feel the same way, and you’re great, really, I just figured I wasn’t your type.”

“But you are.” You said, heating rising in your cheeks. Nothing could mask the smile he wore, even if he was trying not fight it.

“And you are my type. Guess we’re both lucky, hm?”

━━ SUNA

he is determined not to let you notice how his heart stopped in his chest

he still holds the same disinterested, bored look on his face as always, although he’s unaware you could see right through him

refuses to give you advice on how to go about confessing

in fact, the last thing he wants to do is be around you — he knows you were never his, so he can’t be upset, but it still turns his stomach

tell him before he can find an excuse to leave, or else your confession will be a lot more painstaking due to him dodging any interaction with you

“So uh... if you were to confess to someone you like, how do you think you would do it?” Your voice sounded so sweet, so genuine.

“Why? You have a little crush on somethin’?” He laughed.

“Yeah, actually.”

Oh.

You don’t miss the way his nose scrunches and the look in his eyes. He’s looking at the floor with narrowed eyes, almost as though the floor was the cause of his jealousy.

Well, not his jealousy — he wasn’t jealous, was he?

“Hm,” He hums, and you find him putting back on the same incurious face that he always wore. “I don’t know, elaborate confessions are pointless. Just tell the person how you feel. If they really like you, they won’t turn you aware for being simple.”

“Ah, that’s true.” You smile, though it’s fueled with nervousness. “So, one more thing I gotta say then.”

“Make it quick, I’ve to be somewhere soon.” Suna hates the bitter taste in his mouth.

He knows he shouldn’t care, after all he’s never worked up the courage to spill his heart to you, so he doesn’t have a right to feel like something is being torn — no, stolen — away from him.

“Right. You said simple, so... I like you, and I think you’re really sweet. And you’re funny and you’re so caring, even though you would never admit that. Um, I hope that was boiled down enough for you.”

“You’re kidding right?”

The tone in his voice is almost accusatory, although he doesn’t mean it to be, he just genuinely doesn’t believe you. When had you ever shown interest in him? Not that he was complaining.

“No. But it’s fine if you d-”

“I never said that. If you mean it though, maybe you can tell me the longer version of everything you like about me. Over coffee or something?”

━━ BOKUTO

ok first off, let me stop you right there, because baby boy is gonna get so sad :(

there is no hiding the hurt he’s feeling. he’s always expressive, even though he’s trying to hide it

please stop him there because his mood is only going downhill

actually tells you some elaborate, thought out thing that you assumed was from the top of his head

(although in reality, he’s thought about telling you how he feels on countless times)

but when he realizes that you’re talking about him he instantly does a 180, he looks like he’s in heaven

“Bokuto!” You call his name with a smile. You’ve found you can always get a matching one from him whenever you do so.

And of course he smiles back at you, the same excited look in his eyes as always. “Y/n!”

“I need advice.” You say.

His expression drops into one of worry at your tone. If there was anything that Bokuto hated in this world, it was seeing you upset.

“What is it?”

“I need to know how to tell someone that I have feelings for them.”

And just like that, you can see his heart break through his expression. His eyebrows pin up and he presses his lips into a thin line. You can tell that he’s trying not to show you how bothered he was by that one sentence.

He always was bad at pretending he was fine though. It was clear, if nothing else you could see his watery eyes.

“Oh... uhm. Can I ask who the person is?”

You’re hesitant to say it. But you don’t know why, because his reaction was your final bit of proof that he had feelings for you too. He hadn’t been subtle before, but now it was obvious.

“You.”

“What?” Bokuto said, although the word was breathless.

He doesn’t wait for you to respond to him. Instead, the wide smile he always wore appeared back on his face and he wrapped his arms around you.

Usually, Bokuto’s hugs are tight anyway. They’re filled with a need to be close to you and a need to convey the emotion of ‘you are the only thing grounding me right now’.

But this one was tighter. He buried his face into your neck, but you could hear the smile in his voice when he spoke. “I may have to confess to someone too.”

━━ IWAIZUMI

iwaizumi is a gentleman about it, as much as he doesn’t want to be

if anything, he wants to tell you right then and there about his feelings

but the fact (or rather, the thought) that you’ve taken an interest in someone else is all the evidence he needs to stop himself

the last thing he wants to do it mess with your emotions so he intends to stuff he feelings down to deepest parts of his mind in hopes that they’ll one day disappear

until of course, he realizes that he is the guy you’d been talking about

he gets giddy, believe it or not. he hates to admit it sometimes, but unbeknownst to you, you have so much control over his emotions

“So, Iwa?” You said, and he tried to overlook the cautious tone to your voice.

“Hm?”

“Uh, theres this guy that I kind of have feelings for. But the thing is, I don’t know how to tell him.” You sound nervous.

Iwaizumi assumes it’s from the thought of having to tell this person your feelings, yet he doesn’t realize that said person is him and it’s coming sooner than he’d realized.

He doesn’t say anything in response to you at first. His eyes narrow only slightly, then he takes a deep breath and turns back to you with his usual expression.

“If you’re going to tell them, do something sweet and simple. If you get all extravagant with it, it might freak ‘em out. Maybe... I dunno, buy a little gift and tell them?

He hid it well. The mix of jealousy, regret, and sadness in him was painful, but he clenched his fists and tried not to let his voice crack. If there was someone you knew that didn’t cry, it was Iwaizumi. Yet here he was, doing everything in his power not show how upset he was.

What was he even doing anyway? He was helping you find a lover that was not himself. Not that you even knew that, because in reality he’d never shown to you that he had feelings towards you.

That was something he was regretting a lot now.

“Oh I see, what kind of gift would you like?”

Ouch. As though this couldn’t hurt more. “I don’t know, depends on the person. Ask him, not me.”

“I just did, dummy.”

It took him a few seconds to process that, then another few seconds for the relief and happiness to wash over him. A smile rugged at the corner of his lips.

“That’s cute. You and I can go out somewhere this weekend and I can help you pick something out, hm?”

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washidashi · 2 years

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falls to the ground head in hands oh my god I'm so in love with Nick Kay House of Ashes

rambles in bullet points under the cut cuz I'm so tired from moving a lot today and I'm a mess so please bear with me if u decide to read it ahu <33

BUT LIKE....nick kay as a boyfriend....ue ue ue ue

NICK KAY AS YOUR BOYFRIEND COME ON!!!

yes I Know Jason is good enough

yes I am Aware Salim would make a fantastic significant other

yes it is canon that Eric is. a Husband

but let me rot over Nick today ok!! 💥💥💥

it's so funny that one of the starting character traits in his intro is romantic lmao

you just know he's Hella romantic with the dates and how he'll treat you! 💖💖💖

mmm it's not that I want to say that he'd be a living doormat for you but more of that he'll do whatever he can to make sure that a majority of your needs are satisfied!

obviously he values honesty in a relationship. That "no one's giving it to me straight" line got to me somehow and made me think that what he wanted there also applies in having a relationship with him 🤔

uhh man this all sounds so generic when describing '[x] as your boyfriend' but like, idk! Nick just seems so warm and approachable and if I fell underground with the group I would probably trust him and/or Salim with my life first KJDSFNKSDJFSD 🤪

ok anyways that man's super sweet and throws the cheesiest one-liners/pick-up lines at you and would always try to make you smile or laugh or have you (affectionately) roll your eyes

but other times he can just be a doof and sometimes not understand you or your feelings or whenever you're going through something and so he has to do a ✨group huddle✨ with the boys to discuss his next best move idk I like to think this man isn't perfect and can't think of solutions to problems right away but he's trying his best to work on that!!!

uhh what else what else before i completely shut down for the night

love language he wants to receive is quality time and words of affirmation. Spending whatever time he has with you away from marine duties or being deployed is something he really cherishes. Tell him he's doing great and that you appreciate all that he does and his heart is yours forever and ever amen 😌🙏

mmm depending on the person he's with the love language he'll give maaaayyy differ but I like to think that he'll often do acts of service and physical touch! If you need help with lifting bags or heavy stuff he's right there !!! If you need cuddles or hugs after a long day he's got his buff arms ready for a long cuddle session 💪🤗 >:-]]

BIG SPOON BIG SPOON just. likes to feel safe with you wrapped up in his arms as you both drift off to sleep. If he ever has nightmares the weight of your body may help ground himself or so and remind himself that you're here and you're safe with him

man snores i just KNOW IT BAHAHA up to you if you'll make fun of him for it or use it as your personal sleep machine but yeah he defo snores hehehe <333

I get the reason why his character in-game is just not as good as compared to let's say the character development of Jason or the overall nature of Salim being the group's voice of reason, but MAN,.,,i just wanna think that SMG did him dirty <///3 BAHAHAHJSDHFKHSDF 🥶👉👈

I DON'T KNOW maybe I'm insane and think that there really is nothing there but like....Nick DOES have character. He's guilty over what he's done at the checkpoint, he has his limits esp. when your relationship with Rachel in the game is sour, and he willingly volunteered to plant the bombs and possibly face a gruesome death by the hands claws of unknown creatures

idk just give him a chance!!! or not and let me (and the 5 other people here who like him) have him to ourselves hsjdfhksdf or just perceive him for 5 minutes idk!!!

sis is in her nick brainrot era 🥴🥴🥴 please forgive me lmao but yeah thanks for coming to my ted talk the path to the exits are highlighted please make your way out of here safely and never look back ever again cuz I probably won't lmao this is embarrassing *crawls away*

#nick kay #that's it that's the tag #HAHAHAH jk i AM gonna use the hoa tag i'm feeling impulsive and stupid tonight!#in the mood to get embarrassed <3333 #house of ashes #washidashi rambles

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ask-the-clergy-bc · 3 years

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Headcanons for dew, rain, mountain and the papa’s s/o (feel free to leave out the ghoulies if you want <3) revealing that they have a glass eye after they’ve been dating for a while, but with a silly spontaneous taking out of the eye. (I recommend watching a video on how glass eyes work first though <3)

Thank you so much for recommending the videos, they really helped! I mostly went with your request of having the reveal be a silly prank and mixed it in with a few other scenarios, I hope that’s ok! And heck yeah, I’ll be happy to add the ghouls to it! Please enjoy! :)

Also feedback is always welcome!

Ember, Rain, Mountain, and the Papas React to their S/O removing their Glass Eye for the first time

Rain: Your ghoul lover had known about your eye since you first became an item. But it was becoming clear more and more often that he was very curious about your eye. He was a quiet and polite ghoul by nature despite his massive curiosity, so you knew it would take some time before he approached you on his own with questions. Not that you would have minded! Rain was respectful and you trusted him to be the same when it came to your eye. When one day you had taken it out to adjust after it had been bothering you for most of the morning you caught your lover watching, utterly fascinated. But Rain looked ashamed the moment you looked back at him. “It’s ok to be curious, Babe. It’s not a bad thing!” You assured him with a gentle smile and beckoned him over. Rain was happy you weren’t upset with him and did end up asking quite a bit! How to clean it, how does it stay, what is it made out of? You considered it a real bonding experience between you both!

Mountain: The drummer had been more blunt about your eye than anticipated, but it was obvious he meant no disrespect. During a conversation it eventually came up that your eye was fake. Mountain replied with a factual, “oh I noticed. It’s quite amazing.” You were taken aback by his genuine appreciation for the simple prosthesis, and you pressed to know why. Mountain took the time to explain that he found human medicines and inventions incredible. In Hell there were no such things as prosthetics or any medical machinery. When you lost a limb or a body part you just dealt with it. Mountain eventually told you the only time he has seen another eye like yours was one that belonged to a stone ghoul leader. It was an exquisitely carved and smoothed green gem! He ends up comparing the high quality of your eye to the gem and lamented that he would never be able to carve a rock to the degree of which your eye was made! It was a fascinating conversation, as you never considered what happened to ghouls in Hell before they came to Earth. It even made you blush when Mountain admitted he thought your eye was one of the most amazing things in the world.

Ember: The first time you removed your eye in front of the fire ghoul you had startled him! All you said was, “Hey babe, wanna see a trick?” and plucked your eye out. The lack of warning certainly caught him off guard as he jumped like a cat. You laughed HARD when his tail was stiffened straight and he garbled half sentences at you. When his brain finally processed what happened he threw his hands up, exasperated. “You could have just TOLD ME, I thought you were about to do something fucking TERRIFYING!” A few minutes after catching your breath you almost regretted showing him as his enthusiasm started to show. Ever since he found out your eye was fake he INSISTED that your next eye should be all white so you could pretend to be an Emeritus. Ember vehemently claimed it’d be hilarious to watch everyone shit their pants when you come out MARKED BY LUCIFER! Of course, you know how terrible of an idea that is! But hey, he’s got the right spirit!

Papa Nihil: Originally randomly removing your eye was going to be a small joke. It was a prank you liked to do from time to time, and you’d be lying if you said you DIDN’T enjoy the reactions you got. Some people looked confused and others jumped from shock. It always ended in huge peels of laughter from you and your friends. What you could have never anticipated was what would happen was Nihil cackling after the fact. You had expected shock or curiosity, but not the Grand Papa practically laughing in your face. When he saw your confused look he gestured for you to come over. It was your turn to laugh when he removed a bottom row of teeth from his mouth. When you sat down to exchange stories Nihil told you about a wild bar fight he got into back in the 70’s. It resulted in him having a banged up jaw and needing a small row of bottom teeth to be permanently replaced. When you shared your story he was just as happy to listen!

Papa I: You weren’t planning on taking out your eye in front of Papa, but necessity waits for no one. That day you were trying a new prosthesis from your doctor, but it just didn’t seem to work out for you. The eye was a slightly different fit and shape than you were used to and it had been irritating you all morning! Papa and you had taken to the sitting room to read together, but the eye made it impossible! you couldn't focus with the damn thing bothering you. You had enough and just popped to accursed thing out. Moments after your sigh of relief you realized Papa had stopped to watch you, a look of concern plastered on his face. He didn't seem alarmed that you were holding an eye in your hand, more so that you looked so uncomfortable. “Are you alright? Is your eye hurting you?” It took a moment to snap out of your stupor but you shook your head and explained everything. Papa nodded politely and smiled, happy to know you were ok. After you excused yourself you were quick to go back to your old eye. When you settled down next to him again you couldn’t help but quench your newfound curiosity. “It doesn’t bother you that my eye is fake?” Papa set down his book, confused as he removed the reading glasses from his face. “.... why should that bother me?” Honestly, that one question was all you needed to hear.

Papa II: When you first started dating you were immediately open about your eye. It wasn’t a terribly big deal for you, but you felt it fair to let him know. Papa only ‘hmm’d’ when you told him but thanked you for the information. If anything, unless it was bothering you it rarely came up in your day to day life! The only time you’ve ever seen him react to it was when he caught someone staring at your face at a clergy function. Your eye was incredibly realistic but there was always bound to be someone who noticed it was a prosthesis. You were used to it, as you knew people were often curious. Very few people ever made you uncomfortable. Papa on the other hand did not share your sentiment. One thing everyone knew about the second Emeritus is how he absolutely despised anything he considered, in his words, “boorish”. Before you could say anything to the person Papa’s voiced hissed out as his hand clasped your shoulder. “Do you mind, or are you going to stare like a gaping troglodyte.” The sibling didn’t need to be told twice and immediately scurried away. Papa cleared his throat as you shook your head, trying to hide your smile. He apologized for speaking over you, and even looked a little embarrassed at his sudden defensiveness. You, in turn, told him he could make up it up to you by getting you a drink!

Papa III: Your mischievous streaks were only matched by Papa’s. It’s what made you fall for each other, after all! So naturally you decided your big reveal would have to be a good one. You waited until the perfect opportunity arose one night. You both had a fun game of saying or doing the most over the top romantic clichés you could think of. It was like your own little game you only played with each other! Papa's favorite tactic was to bombard you with the cheesiest pick up lines he could think of! You loved to roll your eyes and pretend you didn't love every minute. The moment finally came one night when Papa had fallen into your lap, proclaiming how amazing your eyes were. Papa went over the top to make you laugh- saying how much they sparkled like the night sky and were like gems he wanted to keep like little treasures. You grinned and without missing a beat reached up to your face. “You like them that much? Here-” he gasped as you plucked it out, “you can have one!” It took Papa a few moments before he howled laughing, you joining him shortly. Papa praised you for your excellent comedic timing and it has been your inside joke ever since!!

Papa IV/Copia: The fact that Copia saw you taking out your eye at all had been a rather hilarious coincidence... to you at least! It often slipped your mind when you first started seeing each other to tell him of your eye. It wasn't a huge concern for you and every time you remembered you figured the right opportunity would come. One day when you woke up you decided it was as good a time as ever to clean it. You had been ready to start cleaning it and plucked it out as Copia wandered into your shared bathroom, half asleep. Copia hollered at first when he saw you remove it. He frantically shook his head and rubbed at his own eyes to make sure he was awake. When you both realized what had happened Copia had little time to blush as you doubled over laughing. Eventually, after your giggle fit, Copia apologized profusely for his crappy behavior. He explained that he was still waking up and thought you had just randomly pulled something out of your eye socket. You had to convince him a couple of times that you did not take offense to his reaction. As far as you were concerned, no harm no foul! You knew that Copia would NEVER purposely make someone feel bad. Eventually he came around and accepted that you weren’t mad at him!

#the band ghost #ghost bc #ghost headcanons #reader insert #ember #mountain #rain #papa nihil #papa emeritus i #papa emeritus ii #papa emeritus iii #papa emeritus iv #cardinal copia

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kpop-zone · 3 years

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Twice reaction to finding out that their s/o is pregnant

Nayeon

“Did you take a test?”

Nayeon asked as soon as she left the bedroom to have breakfast with you, causing you to chuckle.

“Baby, it’s only been one day. It doesn’t work like that. We have to wait about two weeks.”

You replied amused and Nayeon groaned loudly.

“TWO WEEKS?”

Sulkily, she plopped down on her chair and crossed her arms. She couldn’t wait anymore.

Like expected, the next weeks dragged on like gum and all Nayeon could think about was the potential baby that was growing in your belly. She was ready to be a mum. Therefore, she didn’t waste any time the day that you could finally take a pregnancy test. You were still dead-asleep when Nayeon hovered her face above yours and poked your cheek.

“Jagi-ya, wake up!”

She whisper-yelled, causing you to jolt awake.

“What’s wrong?”

You asked perplexed with your eyes half-closed.

“Can you please take a test now?”

Nayeon replied sweetly while waving one of the pregnancy tests in front of your face.

“Really?”

You huffed but took the test and rolled out of the bed before disappearing in the bathroom.

Excitedly, Nayeon crawled to the edge of the bed where she waited with a wide smile plastered on her face until you finally stepped into the bedroom again. Her whole body tingled in anticipation and she leaped to her feet.

“And??”

Nayeon asked anxiously and you showed her the test.

“You’re going to be a mom.”

You smiled and Nayeon squealed in joy.

“I’M GOING TO BE A MOM!!”

The happiness that filled her body was too much for her to handle and she jumped around the room like a bouncy ball before almost tackling you to the ground when she crashed her body into yours.

Now she only had to survive waiting for nine months...

Jeongyeon

“What do we need six pregnancy tests for exactly?”

You asked in confusion as Jeongyeon handed you a whole bag filled with tests. The two of you had decided to find out today whether you would become parents soon, but you didn’t quite know why you would need that many tests for that.

“You know, I’ve read that those tests aren’t always accurate, so I wanted us to be on the safe side.”

Jeongyeon mumbled sheepishly and you chuckled.

“Very thoughtful darling, but I think two should be enough for now.”

With that, you took two tests out of the bag and went to the bathroom. When you stepped out of it again, you saw Jeongyeon nervously walking in circles in the living room.

“Come here, let’s wait together.”

You gestured her to come over to the sofa where you pulled her next to you.

“How long will it take?”

Jeongyeon asked while tapping her foot.

“The packaging said three minutes.”

You responded and Jeongyeon hummed in acknowledgement although it sounded more like a desperate huff. The nervousness was clearly written all over her face and it didn’t even take a minute before she leaped to her feet again and nervously paced about the room while glancing at her watch every ten seconds.

“Ok, three minutes are over.”

She stated eventually and sat back down next to you. You looked at each other encouragingly before picking up the tests.

“Pregnant.”

You read the single word on the display out loud before looking at Jeongyeon with teary eyes who stared at the tests in shock.

“The results are accurate right? They are not false-positives?”

She glanced at you anxiously and you took her hand to give it a light squeeze.

“Baby, relax, I’m pregnant. I can take a third test, but the result will still be the same.”

You smiled, causing Jeongyeon to sigh in relief before pulling you into her arms.

“What did I do to deserve that many blessings?”

Momo

“Babe you’re crushing my hand.”

Your voice ripped Momo out of her trance and for the first time in two minutes, she averted her vacant gaze from the pregnancy test.

“I’m sorry!”

She exclaimed panicked and instantly reduced her death-grip on your hand. She was just so nervous. Only the thought of being a mom made her heart swell and, in a minute, her dream would maybe come true. First, she had to survive this agonizingly long waiting time though. The seconds seemed to be as long as days, but eventually the long-awaited ‘plus’ finally appeared and the two of you fell into each other’s arms in relief.

“We’re going to have a baby!”

You squealed happily, causing Momo to gasp.

“We have to think about names!”

Her mind already drifted off to every beautiful name that she had ever heard while you laughed at her in amusement.

“We have nine months for that, babe.”

You chuckled, but Momo quickly shook her head.

“No, I’ve read that babies can hear everything in the belly. How are we going to call the baby if it doesn’t have a name? ‘Hey you’? You wouldn’t like to be called that either!”

That was absolutely unacceptable. Momo wanted the baby to feel like the most loved person on this planet, because it was. Therefore, she leaned down to your belly and stroked it gently.

“I’ve got you, baby and I can’t wait to meet you.”

Sana

“Jagi, what’s in the bag?”

You asked with a raised eyebrow as Sana walked in with a huge shopping bag. Quickly, she hid it behind her back and avoided your gaze.

“Nothing...”

She mumbled sheepishly, but you knew that she was lying.

“Sana...”

You said reproachfully, causing Sana to sigh in defeat.

“Ok, ok! I know it’s too early, but...look at those shoes! Aren’t they adorable? Look how tiny they are!”

She pulled out a pair of baby shoes and showed them to you proudly, causing you to chuckle. Normally, you would have probably scolded her for her irrational purchase, but today you were just too happy. Therefore, you took the shoes out of her hand and smiled widely.

“I mean, they are pretty adorable, and it’ll be only nine more month till our baby can wear them, so it’s ok.”

Sana’s jaw dropped following your comment and she looked at you with wide eyes.

“D-does that mean that you’re really...?”

She stuttered to which you nodded happily.

A second later, an unexpected force caused you to stumble backwards as you suddenly felt Sana’s arms and legs wrapping around your body. Gladly, however, you managed to keep your balance and tightly hugged her to your body.

“This is the best day of my life! I love you so much!”

Jihyo

“I can’t look. You do it!”

You pressed the two pregnancy tests into Jihyo’s hand, causing her to look at you anxiously.

The two of you would finally be able to find out today whether your family would grow by one member in nine months, wherefore you were now nervously sitting on the couch in the living room, intimidated by two sticks.

“Ok, ready?”

Jihyo asked and you nodded hesitantly. She took a deep breath before flipping over both tests at the same time.

“We’re pregnant.”

She gaped in awe while you leaped to your feet and jumped up and down in happiness.

Tears welled in Jihyo’s eyes as she stared at the two lines on each test that singlehandedly just made her the happiest woman on earth. She could already see your little family going for quick ice cream runs in summer or building a snowman together in winter. The imagination conjured a wide grin on Jihyo’s face despite the tears that were streaming down her cheeks. Happily, she stood up and pulled you against her body to connect your lips.

“Our little family is going to be perfect.”

Mina

“What is all this?”

Mina chuckled as she entered the living room and saw that you had prepared a candlelight dinner. It wasn’t your anniversary, right?

“Well, we have a reason to celebrate, so I thought a nice dinner would be more than appropriate.”

You smiled and Mina furrowed her brow in confusion before a shocked gasp left her throat.

“Are you pregnant?”

She asked with wide eyes, causing you to laugh.

“Yes, we’re going to be parents.”

You announced happily, but Mina had trouble wrapping her head around this new piece of information.

“Really?”

She gaped and you walked over to her while chuckling.

“Yes, really.”

In awe, Mina placed her hands on your hips and stared at your belly.

“Hello, little one. It’s me, mum.”

She giggled before looking at you with a wide grin on her face.

“The name suits me, right? Mum?”

Dahyun

“I’m sorry that you had to wait so long, today’s schedule was crazy.”

Dahyun sighed as she rushed into the lounge room where you had to wait for at least half an hour for her.

“That’s ok.”

You smiled, but Dahyun suddenly stopped dead in her tracks and stared at you with narrowed eyes.

“What?”

You giggled insecurely while avoiding her gaze. There was no way that she could already know. You had specially prepared a banner and all her favorite food at home to celebrate a little reveal party. She couldn’t have figured you out that fast, right?

“Jagi...is there something you want to tell me?”

Dahyun slowly inched closer to you while eying you suspiciously.

“What do you mean?”

You replied, trying to sound nonchalant.

“A-are we expecting a baby?”

Dahyun asked nervously with sparkling eyes, causing you to sigh in response. You couldn’t lie to her when she looked at you like that. There was truly nothing that could stay hidden from her.

“Yes, you’re going to be a mum.”

You replied softly and Dahyun gasped while slamming her hand on her mouth.

“Oh my god!”

Her reaction was as dramatic as the ones in the cheesiest Kdramas -as expected-, causing you to throw your head back in laughter as you felt her pulling you closer by your waist.

“I’m definitely going to be the cool parent.”

Chaeyoung

“You know, I could have managed to take the test alone...”

You chuckled as Chaeyoung stared at you nervously as you stood up from the toilet after taking the pregnancy test.

“We’re in this together, yeobo.”

She replied with a sweet smile and you shook your head in amusement. You could already tell that your wife would be very invested in the pregnancy if the test turned out to be positive...

Together, the two of you sat down on the bed and waited anxiously for the three minutes to pass while Chaeyoung held your hand tightly. Eventually, the display was starting to change, and you closely hovered your faces over the test until it was undeniable that it showed two thin lines.

“We’re going to be parents.”

You yelled and Chaeyoung tackled you on the mattress to bury you in a hug. When she got up to let you breathe eventually, she looked at you fondly and stroked the outline of your face with her fingertips.

“You know, I’m going to love our baby no matter what, but I really wouldn’t mind if a little mini you would be running around here.”

Tzuyu

“What’s going on?”

Tzuyu asked in confusion as she stepped into the apartment and it seemed like you had been waiting for her directly in front of the door.

“I have a surprise for you.”

You grinned widely before pulling something out of the back pocket of your jeans. It was a white stick with a display that read the word ‘pregnant’. Perplexed, Tzuyu dropped everything that she was holding and took the stick out of your hand to make sure that her eyes weren’t deceiving her.

“We’re pregnant, babe.”

Your words made Tzuyu avert her gaze from the pregnancy test and look at you with a wide smile on her face. Slowly, she moved closer to you and put her hand on your waist while fondly stroking your belly with her thumbs.

“I can’t believe our baby is in there now. Isn’t it amazing?”

She mumbled while staring at your belly with astonishment reflecting in her eyes.

“Yeah it’s truly amazing.”

You replied, causing Tzuyu’s smile to grow even wider. Was it possible to love someone so much although you haven’t even met them yet?

#twice reactions #twice #nayeon #jeongyeon #momo #sana #jihyo #mina #dahyun #chaeyoung #tzuyu #girl group reaction #girl group #kpop reactions #kpop #idolxreader

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vindicatedvirgil · 3 years

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moceit week 2021: day 7 / the softest echo could be enough for me to make it through

summary: one year. one question. one answer… but depression likes to get in the way sometimes.

ship: romantic moceit

other characters involved: n/a

word count: 1181

warnings: mentions of depressive episode, mentions of food/alcohol

this was written for moceit week 2021, for the day 7 prompt of “anniversary”

@moceit-appreciation-week @moceit @doublejoywilson

this is a sequel connected to day three!

title is a line from “bandito” by twenty one pilots.

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Janus glanced around the living room; everything had to be perfect. Everything. The soft music playing in the background was a playlist full of songs that were playing on his first date with Patton, the songs they danced to and laughed to and had their first kiss to. He had lit candles all around the room, and there were two glasses of the same red wine they had drank on their first date. Janus was dressed in a black suit, save for a yellow tie, and he stood in front of the mirror by the front door, toying with his hair.

It had been exactly one year since that first date, since Patton worried so much that he had ruined things. But despite how awkward things were that first night, how concerned they both were that things could go wrong… everything had worked out so beautifully. And even though it was scary, things moved quickly; by six months they had moved into an apartment together.

And now Janus stood near the front door to that apartment, waiting for Patton to return home from work. He would be home any minute, and Janus could wait no longer. It was clear to him after only three dates that Patton was the man for him, for forever, and he knew now was the time - tonight was the night.

Janus heard the jangle of keys on the other side of the door, then their clattering and a muffled, frustrated cuss from Patton. Janus frowned; that wasn’t normal. He reached for the handle and turned it, opening the door to find Patton on his knees, face in his hands, soft sobbing leaving his body.

“Darling, come here, I’ve got you,” Janus murmured, his hands settling on his boyfriend, trying to get him to stand up. It was slow going, but eventually Patton was on his feet, leaning against the taller man. All thoughts of the proposal out of his mind, Janus only cared about taking care of his love. “Hey, shh, come on, let’s get your bag down and shoes off, then a bath, ok? Looks like you had a rough day, you need to relax.” Patton nodded, slipping his shoes off and letting Janus slip the messenger bag off of his shoulder. Patton’s eyes swept over the apartment, realization dawning on him almost instantly, and the tears started again.

“It’s our anniversary, I-” He fumbled over his words, trying to wipe his tears away with his sweater sleeve. “I had something for you, and I left it at work, and-”

“Hey, no, it’s okay baby, that doesn’t matter now. I’m gonna blow out all these candles, run you a bath, and order an extra cheesy pizza,” Janus said warmly, guiding Patton through the apartment to the bathroom. “We can celebrate another night,” he said softly.

“I’m so sorry, Janus… it’s just… bad brain day,” Patton explained, even though Janus didn’t need to hear an explanation. Having a significant other with depression prepared him for this, being able to comfort and take care of Patton after a long day was more important than anything else.

“It’s alright, darling,” Janus let go of Patton and started the faucet, allowing the tub to fill slowly. He poured in some of Patton’s favorite lavender scent, the smell enveloping the room. “I’m going to go get your fuzzy onesie and something to wear under it, ok? Get in when you’re ready.” He pressed a kiss to Patton’s temple, and began to leave the restroom, but Patton’s faint voice made him stop.

“Thank you, Janus. I love you.”

“I love you too,” Janus replied, shooting a smile back to Patton. He padded back out into the living room, and went around blowing out all of the candles, then turned off the music. Then he went into the bedroom and got the clothes for Patton, and while he was in there, Janus changed out of his suit into some black joggers and a soft yellow sweater.

By the time he returned to the restroom, Patton was lounging in the tub, eyes closed. Janus set the clothes on the sink and stepped out again. He grabbed his phone from the kitchen and quickly placed a mobile order for Patton’s favorite pizza: lots of cheese. Janus set his phone down as he heard the tub start to drain, so he poked his head back into the bathroom to see Patton zipping up the onesie.

“Hey, feeling any better?” Janus asked hesitantly, eyes focused on Patton, who nodded, then frowned. “What’s wrong?”

“You looked so nice in your suit, and I… I ruined everything, didn’t I?” Patton asked hesitantly, fingers twisting in front of him. Janus quickly surged forward, taking Patton’s hands in his own, bringing them up to kiss.

“You have ruined nothing, my love. You’re more important than anything, even celebrating an anniversary with the cheesiest things I could think of,” Janus murmured, and Patton smiled weakly. “Come on, let’s go in and put on a Disney film, ok?”

“Lilo and Stitch,” Patton responded, and Janus nodded, lacing his fingers with Patton’s, leading his boyfriend into the living room. The two sat on the couch and while Janus started to navigate towards where to watch the film, Patton glanced around, eyes landing on the small, pale blue box on the coffee table. “What’s this…?” He reached out for it, and Janus yelped, trying to grab it first.

“Nothing! Nothing. It’s not important, just uh, a box,” Janus lied, finally securing the box in his own hands. Patton raised an eyebrow, nudging Janus’ shoulder.

“Ask me,” he said suddenly, and Janus’ jaw dropped, along with the ring box. “Go ahead. It doesn’t need to be… romantic and perfect. Our relationship started off with an awkward date and I constantly think that I’m screwing up, but… clearly that’s not the case.” Patton smiled, eyes shining with happy tears. “So. Ask me, Janus.”

“I… are you sure?” Janus asked, meeting Patton’s eyes, searching for any sign of hesitation or falsehood in the blue orbs, but he found none. Nodding, he moved onto the floor, grabbing the ring box, and shifted so he was on one knee in front of Patton. “I had this whole speech prepared, you know? How I’ve wanted to do this since our third date, how you are… everything to me, Patton… but words can’t… I can’t…” Janus sighed, and Patton giggled, settling one of his hands on Janus’ cheek. “The important thing is… that I love you. Desperately, and without deceit. And if I get to spend my life comforting you when you’re depressed, if… I get to wake up with you in my arms each morning… then I’ll live the happiest life I could ever possibly imagine.”

“I don’t hear a question,” Patton teased, but the tears were streaming down his face, and he was smiling so bright, that Janus swore he would go blind.

“Patton… I love you. So much. And…” he glanced down, opening the ring box with shaky fingers. “Will you marry me?”

“Of course I will, Janus.”

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Stark Spangled Banner

Ch 3. You Can Miss Something, But Not Want It Back

Summary: Steve opens up to Peggy about his feelings towards Katie and, after an emotionally charged afternoon, things heat up between the pair. But it all goes horribly wrong.

Pairing: Steve Rogers X OFC Katie Stark

Warnings: Language! Angst and a pair of total dumbasses in love…

A/N: A huge thank you to @angrybirdcr for her lovely little edit below. She’s so talented!!!!

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Katie Stark and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

Chapter 2

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April 2013

“You know, you need to find someone you can experience all this with.” Peggy looked at her picture frames on her nightstand. “So you can have as many memories as I do.” Her gaze returned to Steve and he wondered if she could possibly know about his feelings towards Katie, those feelings that had been growing stronger and stronger over the past few weeks.

And then when she asked the next question, he knew she did.

“How’s Miss Stark?” Peggy asked, her eyes twinkling and Steve looked at her as a wicked smile crossed her face. He rolled his eyes.

“Peg…”

“I’m just asking a question!” She teased.

“We’re just friends.” he sighed.

“Hmmm” the old lady said thoughtfully “Still a bloody idiot when it comes to women, I see.”

He shook his head, a small laugh escaping him.

“I can tell you like her, the way you talk about her.” she pressed

“I do, I like her a lot, but she’s my best friend. Nothing more.”

“Alright, I’ll take your word for it.” She lay back on the pillow. “Thousands wouldn’t.”

“Just a good I don’t need to convince thousands.” He leaned back in the chair, raising an eyebrow at her.

“No, just yourself.” She shot back and he sighed. “Talk to me Steve.” She pressed again and he took a deep breath.

“I don’t know, maybe…ok not maybe…I do like her you’re right, but it’s just so damn complicated.”

“Why?”

“We’re from different places, times.” he sighed, running a hand through his hair.

“Do you always have to be so dramatic?” She laughed

“You know, I’m getting tired of you calling me that.” He teased and Peggy laughed again.

“Because you are!” She shook her head. “Steve, I get it, you’re old…but, you’re not.” “Well that’s not confusing.” He rolled his eyes.

“What I mean is I have lived through these times, seen the world change, a lot of it for the better. Don’t let your life pass you by because you’ve still got one foot jamming open the door to the past”

“I know.” He popped a shoulder in resignation. “You know, sometimes I think it would be easier if I had my old life back, when times seemed a lot simpler.” “But then she wouldn’t be there.” Peggy raised her eyebrows. “You can miss something and not want it back, Steve. Just tell her how you feel, for goodness sake.”

“I don’t want to make an idiot of myself.” He shook his head. “If she doesn’t feel the same then-“

“Then at least you’ll know, and won’t live the rest of forever adding to that huge, great list of ‘what ifs’” the old woman shook her head “You’ve been given a second chance here Steve, don’t waste it. Barnes would be so mad at you right now.”

Steve had to fight a smile as he knew exactly what Buck would be saying if he were there.

“If you don’t ask her out, punk then I’m gonna…”

Suddenly a memory flashed in front of his eyes. The evening Peggy had walked into a pokey London boozer in that red dress, the one that had Bucky practically drooling and Steve’s crotch twitching slightly.

“I’m invisible…” Bucky moaned, turning back to the bar as she left, having just basically asked Steve to go dancing when the fighting was over.“I’m turning into you…”

“Never mind pal, maybe she has a friend…”

“You know, I’d like to see her again one day?” Peggy spoke, jerking him out of his thoughts “Katie, I mean.”

“Really?” he asked. Peggy had mentioned she had met Katie several times years ago, when she was a very small girl. Peggy and Howard had remained close until his death.

She nodded. “Especially if she’s as like Howard as you say.” “Alright, I’ll bring her in one day.” He said, before his phone beeped.

“When?” the old woman pressed.

“Were you always this impatient?” Steve quipped an eyebrow at her as he opened the message. It was a call in. He sighed “Soon, I promise.” He stood up. “Sorry Peg, I gotta go. Duty calls…”

*****

The mission was the retrieval of a stolen piece of Chitauri technology that had, according to Romanoff’s intelligence, been auctioned to some Arms traders operating out of Jordan. They were to intercept the piece of technology before turning over the dealers to the authorities. They were up against it time wise, and for that reason, everyone had boarded the jet with no real plan of what they were actually going to do, Steve had been thinking about it and studying the files since the jet took off and now he and Natasha had the bones of a strategy planned out, they just needed to flesh it out with the team.

“We’re at altitude.” Evans called from the cockpit. “Auto pilot engaged. ETA I hour 34.”

Everyone moved from their seats and crowded round the display as Natasha gave them a rundown of what they were up against.

“The main exits are here and here.” she span the blue prints round on the holodisplay. Katie frowned, her mind working fast “Evans and I can position ourselves here…” She pointed to the right of the screen. “That should give us a clear view of most of the grounds but there’s a blackspot here…” She moved her hand to the left, circling the bottom corner.

“Well we’ll just have to keep them away from there.” Steve said, and Katie glanced at him, his eyes flashing with humour. Their eyes remained locked, before Steve swallowed and he looked back round, clearing his throat. “There should be a clear run from where we touch down to the lawns.”

“Sure.” Katie nodded, making a show of looking at the detail, even though she wasn’t. Her mind was spinning. She’d been picking up signals from Steve for a few weeks now, signals that he might feel the same way as she did. The glances he gave her, the smile he would flash her that made her feel like there was no one else in the room. The gentle touches, the way he would lift her legs on movie nights so they were laying across his lap, how he would throw his arm round her when she’d lean into him, moments like the one that had just passed… but then, he made no effort to take things further and she wasn’t about to push him into anything. If there was something there, he had to decide, he had to make the decision he was ready to move forward.

And Katie wasn’t sure he ever would be.

“Rumlow, I want a STRIKE perimeter set up around the site. Cover that blackspot.” Steve looked at Rumlow who nodded. "The weapon is our main priority, but I want a clean sweep so they don’t have chance to do this again. Then I want you and Rollins with me and Romanoff inside to flush them out. Stark, Evans you to take down anyone who looks like they might break the perimeter, non-lethal if you can.”

Katie turned to Evans who nodded at her, the pair of them sharing a fist bump as he winked at her. Evans was a brilliant partner, and a good friend at that too. They worked well together.

The rest of the journey was spent pouring over blue prints, and once they reached the point where they could land safely, everyone was confident they were prepared as much as they could be. Whether that would be enough, was a different question.

Natasha and Steve slinked off into the shadows, heading to the building. There were two armed guards on the door but they had the element of surprise and took them out easily.

“Ok, we’re in…” Steve spoke. “Get ready, as soon as they see us they’ll make a run for it.”

Katie listened from her vantage point, a tall oak tree that overhung the South East side of the property, rifle trained, ready.

“I count six.” Natasha spoke

“At least three are armed.” Rumlow added

“Any sign of the weapon?” Katie asked.

“Negative…”

Katie kept her attention on the spot she was covering, and had to fight the giggle that threatened to erupt in her throat when she heard Steve utter, quite possibly, the cheesiest line he could have come out with when their team burst into the room.

“Auction is over Gentlemen. Where’s the Weapon?”

There was a split second and then all hell broke loose. Gun fire erupted in the ears of everyone listening on the coms along with the familiar sound of vibranium clanging off surfaces and people alike.

“One is making a break for it.” Rumlow yelled and Katie stiffened, raising her rifle slightly “Along with a case, it must be the weapon.”

“In pursuit.” Nat responded.“

He’s armed.” Steve shot back. “Someone cover her.” More gunfire and clanging rang out as Katie watched the door she was covering, not once breaking her line of sight. Suddenly it burst open and the man with the case flew out, shortly followed by a shock of red hair. But as Katie watched, her sharp eyes picked up movement in the shadow and someone barrelled at Natasha taking her down.

“Shit! Romanoff’s got company!”

“I’m handling it.” The red head grunted, jumping up.

Katie paused, before remembering the main operative.

“I’ve got no shot.” Evans spoke in her ear and Katie wheeled round locating the man in her sight. She cocked her gun, exhaled sharply, and pulled the trigger. Seconds later he hit the floor, clutching at his knee.

“Hostile down.” she informed, allowing herself a little smug smile before her attention turned to Natasha, who now had her target in a choke hold. He went limp and then she released him, dropping him.

“Well handled Widow.” Katie quipped.

“You do know that I can kill a man in twenty different ways, using just my hands, right?” Natasha replied, making her way over to the man with a bullet in his knee cap.

“Twenty?” Katie muttered, “I can think of, what, like eight, max?”

“Clearly you lack imagination, Nova.”

Once Steve was happy that the inside was clear and everyone was rounded up and secured, he made his way outside and headed over to where Natasha was kneeling over the briefcase. She opened it and grinned up at Steve, the black, silver and purple metal shining back up at them.

“The package is secure.” Steve smiled at Natasha, “Alright, Good job team. Rumlow, tell the Authorities they can move in, clear this lot up.”

“Sure Cap.”

“She’s good.” Natasha watched Katie join Evans where he was crossing the lawn, the two exchanging a hi-five before they made their way back to the jet.

“Yeah she is.” Steve nodded, allowing his eyes to follow Katie for a moment a she walked across the grounds.

“When you gonna ask her on a date?” Nat asked, turning to him as he picked up the case and they made their way back to join their team, the local police now swarming the place meant they were no longer needed.

“Seriously?” Steve looked at the red head rolling his eyes. “We’re in the middle of an op and you ask me that?”

“Well first off the op is over and second off I’m just trying to help. I see the way you look at her, like there’s no one else in the room.”

Steve floundered for a response. Was he really that obvious, or was Natasha simply that observant? He settled for a shake of the head, and an exasperated sigh. “You were trying to fix me up with someone from accounts not long ago.”

“Yeah that was before I decided Stark is a better match “ She shrugged, walking up the ramp to the jet.

Thankfully, Steve was spared responding as the jet was loud with cheering, the team all crowding Katie, taking turns to slap her back and congratulate her on a shot well taken.

Katie couldn’t help but grin as she removed her utility vest, before holding her hands up “Thanks but it was a team effort.” She felt a hand drop on her shoulder and she turned to Steve.

“If you hadn’t taken that shot he would have got away.” He looked at her. “All in a day work Cap.” she smiled.

“I mean it. You’re the best shooter I’ve seen since Buck.” He gave her shoulder a squeeze before instructing Evans to get them back to base.

As they flew back, Rumlow was engaging Katie in a conversation about a date he had had the previous weekend. Steve wasn’t really listening, but as Katie threw her head back in a genuine laugh at something Rumlow had said, gently nudging the man in the arm, it felt like someone was digging knives into his chest as the waves of jealousy crashed over him.

He glanced over at Romanoff who raised an eyebrow at him having seen the exchange and mouthed the word “just fucking ask her” and he looked away, irritated.

Steve wasn’t a chauvinist by any means, but he’d had enough that day of women telling him what to do.

*****

May 2013

The start of May brought with it a week of nothing but rain. And it was during this week that Fury dropped a bombshell on Steve. The Smithsonian wanted to curate an exhibit about him, and SHIELD along with the Government thought it would be a good idea. Steve wasn’t entirely sure how he felt to be honest. He knew the world was fascinated with Captain America, but he wasn’t sure how he felt about them knowing about him, about Steve Rogers.

So this was how he’d ended up taking a trip down memory lane in an office at the Triskellion, surrounded by boxes of his belongings that had all been in storage, things he had long forgotten he had. He’d found his mother’s old ring, the one his father had bought her when they left Ireland, a St Christopher’s pendant that had belonged to his father, a few books which Katie told him were first editions and probably worth a fortune, a couple of old records, a stash of Photos which Katie was currently digging through and something that made his breath catch when his hand closed around it. His compass, the one containing Peggy’s photo.

“Steve.” Katie spoke and he looked at her. She gestured him over and he obliged as she held out the photo for him. He glanced down, a small smile crossing his face as he looked down at the photo of him and Bucky, both in their uniforms, laughing. “Can you remember what you were laughing at?” she asked him.

“They had us doing this info documentary type thing, for the people back home.” He cleared his throat, taking the photo. “We were laughing at how utterly ridiculous and staged the whole thing was, like we would ever let press near our actual ops.”

Katie reached for the next photo and this one made her heart stop completely. Steve was on the left, looking at something that the man to his right was showing him on a screen. And that man needed no introduction.

“Dad…” she breathed out as Steve peered over her shoulder.

“He was a good man your father” Steve smiled as he thought of Howard “If a little… wild.”

“Wild? Dad?” She raised her eyebrow

“Yeah, he errr, liked to fondue…” Steve said, as he thought back to that conversation when he had thought fondue was some kind of innuendo for what Stark and Peggy got up to on their private time

“It’s just bread and cheese my friend…” Howard had said, clapping him on the shoulder.

“Really? But I thought…“

"Well that’s your first mistake pal. The minute you think you know what’s going on a woman’s mind is the moment your goose is well and truly cooked…”

“Wow, melted cheese…what a rebel” Katie snorted sarcastically.

“Well I thought it was…never mind,” he shrugged, absentmindedly turning over the compass in his hand and he opened it, glancing down at the photo inside for the first time in almost seventy years.

“Peggy?” Katie asked, looking down at the compass

“Yeah” he snapped it shut and then looked at her, deciding that the time was right. He wanted to take her to see Peggy. Not just because Peggy had asked him to, but because he wanted to. “Would you like to meet her?”

“Me?” Katie asked, surprise in her voice.

“Well yeah, you’re a big part of my life now and I know she’d love to see you again”

“I’d be honoured.” Katie replied, and she meant it. Peggy had been important to her father, and she was curious to meet the woman that had held her best friend’s heart. Steve beamed back at her, thrilled by her answer and as their eyes locked, he felt that warm feeling as the butterflies in his stomach woke up.

******

They sorted his belongings into three separate categories- things for the museum, some more stuff to take back to his apartment, and the remainder to go back to storage, before they headed over town to see Peggy. Giving Katie assurances he wouldn’t be long, Steve entered the room first, leaving Katie, who was feeling quite nervous, waiting outside.

She didn’t know where the nerves were coming from, after all she had met Peggy when she was a young child, but that was before she knew who she was. Back then she’d simply been a lady that worked with her daddy, and now she knew the truth.

Inside the room Steve quickly told Peggy where he had been and she smiled when he told her about the museum and the photos, quipping that she would quite like to see that when it was all open.

“That is if they ever let me out of this place. I swear breaking out of Alcatraz would be easier.”

He chuckled at her joke. “Well, today I brought someone to you so you don’t have to plan an escape just yet.”

The old woman instantly brightened up and beamed up at him. "Katie?”

Steve smiled at her excitement and nodded “Yeah.”

“Well don’t leave me waiting, again!” Peggy shooed him to the door and he stood up, opening it. Katie spun to face him, her hands wringing each other and he gave her what he hoped was an encouraging smile.

“Come on.” He held the door open. Katie took a deep breath, quelling her nerves and stepped into the room, Steve’s hand gently falling to her back as he guided her over to a seat by the bed.

It was easy for Katie to see that Peggy Carter had been a good looking, powerful woman in her day. Her eyes were bright, hair set in bouncy curls and she had a sort of regal quality emanating from her. She shrewdly eyed the brunette, before she chuckled and looked at Steve.

“Good grief!” Peggy smiled, looking back at Katie “Forgive me my dear, but you really do have that Stark look about you, but an awful lot of your mother too.”

Katie relaxed instantly and smiled back. “So I’ve been told. It’s an honour to meet you ma’am, again. I’ve heard so much about you.” “Please, call me Peggy” she smiled reaching for her hand “And I’m so pleased to see you again, it’s been a long time.”

Katie smiled, taking Peggy’s hand as the old woman continued.

“Steve talks about you a lot.” Peggy smiled and Katie glanced up at Steve, raising an eyebrow as he inwardly groaned, taking a deep breath.

“Peggy…” he warned, somewhat exasperatedly.

“What?” she asked innocently “I’m just saying…” she turned to look at Katie “Steve says you’ve been a good friend to him since he came out of the ice. I’m glad he’s had someone.” “He’s a good friend to me.” Katie replied, smiling “Keeps me on the straight and narrow.”

“You mean I try to.” Steve teased, and he saw Peggy smile as he was sure Katie was rolling her eyes “She’s a law unto herself this one Peg, not unlike you were!”

“He’s very sensible.” Peggy loudly whispered to Katie, before the old woman levelled Steve with a look, her eyes flashing mischievously. “But I want to know, Steven, why on earth haven’t you taken this gorgeous young lady dancing yet?”

Steve groaned and looked at Katie, feeling the heat rush up his neck and into his cheeks as he could do nothing but mouth the word sorry. Katie’s cheeks also flushed a shade of pink and he looked away as he replied, dodging the question.

“I can’t dance…you know that.”

“Everyone can dance, they just need the right partner.” Peggy looked at him, eyes locking onto his meaningfully. He swallowed again and Katie instantly picked up on his discomfort, she wasn’t stupid, the dancing thing clearly meant something and unless she was mistaken Peggy was implying something to do with her. Katie took pity on him and decided to save him his embarrassment so she spoke, breaking the moment.

“Well I won’t be much of a teacher, I’ve got two left feet.” she said, casually causing Steve to smile slightly shooting her a side glance.

*****

Steve would be lying if he said he hadn’t been slightly worried about introducing the woman who had been his first love to the girl he was harbouring feelings for now, but he needn’t have worried. Katie had laughed and joked with the old woman, often at his expense but he hadn’t minded. In fact, he had enjoyed it.

But that’s what Katie did. She made people feel better, at ease, knew what to say and when to say it.

And he’d decided there and then, buoyed by how well the meeting had actually gone, he was going to ask her out on a date. Today had brought everything into focus for him. Peggy was right, he couldn’t move forward and take the second chance life had given him if he had one foot in the past, one eye over his shoulder, and one part of his brain constantly wondering about what could have been.

Katie, meanwhile was locked in her own thoughts. The meeting with Peggy had put her slightly on edge. Not because of the old woman, in fact it had been amazing to meet her, but something about Steve changed as they left the Nursing Home. It was almost as if he was putting up a guard. She told herself it was normal, he was bound to feel confused after visiting his old flame and the whole thing with the museum, but part of her couldn’t shake off the feeling he was hiding something, and she didn’t like it.

She wasn’t an idiot. Steve and her had grown closer over the last few months and she knew to many it would be considered more than what you would dub a normal platonic relationship. She also knew, however, that he had ghosts in his past unlike any she’d ever dealt with before, which was what was making this entire situation ridiculously complicated.

She was pleased to see, however, that as they neared his apartment he relaxed and suggested that watch a film. They were still discussing which one as they climbed the three flights to his apartment.

“No.” He immediately deadpanned when she suggested watching the remaining Saw ones before he rolled his eyes when he clocked her grin. He hated those films, and she knew it. “Why don’t we start Star Wars? We never did get round to it…”

“Providing you don’t start the debate about which episode we begin with because if so I’m not sure I can be bothered trying to explain it again…” “I just don’t understand why you don’t start with one.” he took the opportunity to tease her as he slid the key into his lock.

“Because you don’t.” She said exasperatedly and he smirked at how easy it was to rile her when it came to films. ”It ruins the surprise and plot lines. You go Episode Four, Five and Six, then we hit One, Two and Three….”

They both turned as his neighbour, Kate walked onto the landing, bag over her shoulder, clutching a pile of mail.

“Hi Steve.” She smiled, unlocking her door.

“Hi Kate.” He greeted her back before he turned to Katie, who he realised had never met the woman before “This is my neighbour. Kate this is,”

“Katie.” she extended her hand, smiling politely.

“Katie Stark, I recognised you…sorry.”

“It’s fine” she said, still smiling. There was a pause and the faint sound of a phone could be heard.

“Sorry… I gotta’ get that.” Kate said quickly making her way into her apartment. “Goodnight Steve.”

“Night Kate.” He said in response. When he turned back around Katie was waiting, smirking at him.

“You’re as bad as Natasha.” He rolled his eyes, closing the door behind them as she stood front of him, kicking off her shoes.

“What you mean?” She asked walking through the small cloak area and into the hall way, heading straight for the kitchen.

“She keeps trying to set me up on dates” he sighed watching as Katie pulled two beers from his fridge.

“Who with?” Katie asked, frowning slightly, and she felt her neck and ears growing warm as the green eyed monster stirred.

“Pretty much anyone she can.” He snorted as they walked back into the living area.

“And none of them are…” She pressed, and he sighed.

“No.”

“Can I ask you something?” Katie sat next to him.

“If I say no are you gonna ask me anyway?” He looked at her. “Yeah.” She said after a pause. He snorted and gestured for her to go ahead.

“Peggy and you…how far did you actually get…I mean…”

Oh Jesus…

He contemplated brushing this one off, but then he realised he couldn’t lie to her, and he didn’t want to.

“We were supposed to go dancing.” He said gently, turning to face her, his right hand curling over the back of the sofa and she immediately understood then what that moment in the Nursing Home had been about. “Like on a date. I’d never been before, never found me the right person. And then I ended up in the ice before we got the chance.” He paused shook his head, “I know it’s dumb but…”

“It’s not Steve.” Katie replied, and at that she felt the tears prick her eyes. The emotion of the day completely overwhelming her. This man, this wonderful man had been denied the opportunity to live his life how he should. Robbed of his best friend, his love and all because he’d done what he could to keep people safe, serve his country.

“Hey.” He frowed as he noticed she was getting upset. “What is it? What’s wrong, Doll?”

“I hate that all that happened to you.” she shook her head softly. “That you never got chance to do all those things, that you never got your dance or your happily ever after. You deserve more.”

“Katie.” he sighed, gently wiping away a tear that fell down her face with his thumb. “Taking that plane down was my choice. Don’t cry over it, please. I hate seeing you upset.”

And he did. Her face was made for smiles, her eyes should be happy and shining, not full of tears. “Sorry.” She dipped her head, and then, before he could stop himself, Steve reached out gently and his finger tilted her face back up to look at him.

Ocean blue met emerald green, and Steve felt his insides coil tightly like a spring as Katie’s eyes bounced across both of his, the distance between them growing shorter, and shorter…

And then there was a knock on the door. Steve closed his eyes, let out a sigh and unfolded himself off the couch. Cursing internally all the way to the door, Steve wrenched it open a little harshly and took a deep breath at the blonde at the other side.

“Sorry to interrupt…” Kate said, handing him a letter “But this was in the pile of mail I got before.”

“Oh, thanks…”

“Enjoy your film.” Kate smiled and Steve nodded. “Have a good evening.”

The door clicked shut and Steve turned and headed past the doorway to the lounge and into kitchen, dropping the bill on the side. He rest his hands, palms flat on the cool surface of the kitchen counter, hanging his head slightly and taking a deep breath. He was in deep.

“I’m gonna head home.” Katie spoke and he turned to look at her, his face falling. He didn’t want her to go. But instead of telling her that he merely nodded.

“Okay.”

Without another word she turned and left, leaving Steve stood alone in his flat, rooted to the spot, disappointment an anger lancing through his body like red hot pokers.

Outside the rain had started again, so Katie didn’t waste any time in getting to her car. She’d wanted nothing more than for Steve to ask her to stay, to prove to her that he wasn’t merely swept up in the emotion of the day, but he hadn’t. Which was all the answer to her unasked question she needed. They both had baggage, she knew that, but Steve Rogers came with an entire fucking suitcase.

She managed to start the engine before she felt the tears spring forth. Slamming her head against the head rest in frustration she wiped at her face.

She was in deep, and she had no idea what she was doing to do about it.

***** Chapter 4

**Original Posting**

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January 6, 2021: Last Action Hero (1993) (Part 1)

Let’s have some fun, shall we?

Comedy is my favorite genre, and I obviously also love action. So, when looking at the subgenres to cover this month, action-comedy most certainly was at the top of the list. But what exactly is action-comedy?

Exactly what it sounds like, funnily enough. Action-comedies rely on physical action sequences to further the plot, but also inject dialogue with humor and jokes throughout the script. Entertainment and amusement combined into one beautiful, succinct package. I’ll be judging the writing for these movies on how much they made me laugh while watching it. That said...

OK, so, Arnold Schwarzenegger and Last Action Hero. Schwarzenegger isn’t exactly the most emotionally expressive actor in the world, as you’ve probably noticed. And expressiveness is somewhat necessary to express humor. Look at Eddie Murphy up there, and see how expressive he is. Schwarzenegger...doesn’t have that. At all. But, this movie could still be funny! Shane Black wrote it, and he wrote one of my favorite guilty pleasure Halloween movies, The Monster Squad. So, I’m looking forward to this movie for that in and of itself. And with that...

Recap

We start with a sick guitar lick on Christmas Day, as a group of cops close in on a criminal known as the Ripper holding children hostage at an elementary school. But then...Jack Slater (played, naturally, by Arnold Schwarzenegger) arrives. And yes, this is a parody character and scene, meant to lambast all of the stereotypical renegade cop tropes that I’ve literally never seen in a movie. Like, I guess Lethal Weapon and Beverly Hills Cop have it, but I think this character concept has been Flanderized into...well...Jack Slater.

Slater kicks a cop through a window with a Schwarzenegger-esque action line, and CRUSHES A RADIO LIKE A NAPKIN. I appreciate Schwarzenegger making fun of himself like this, and we’ve only just begun. Jack goes through banter with the Ripper (Tom Noonan), who...is unironically terrifying. Holy shit, that guy is creepy as fuck, and his stylized ax is intimidating as hell. And as he holds Slater’s son hostage out of revenge, the two face off with some cool action beats, and...

...Shit, I think I want to watch this movie. And I don’t mean Last Action Hero, I mean the in-universe movie that our actual main character, Danny Madigan (Austin O’Brien) is watching. Danny’s a big Jack Slater fan, and one of the only patrons of a movie theater owned by Nick (Robert Prosky). Nick, a kind old man, invites Danny to see the next Slater film before anybody else. And honestly, I get it. I’d watch this movie series unironically if it existed, real talk. Mostly because it seems fun.

Danny’s skipped school just to see this movie, and he walks into his English class, where the teacher shows Lawrence Olivier as Hamlet. Fun fact! The English teacher showing it is played by Joanne Plowright, Olivier’s real life wife! Very sweet! Anyway, Danny, bored by a goddamn classic movie, conjures a different movie in his head.

Fuck yes. I need this movie to exist.

We learn from Danny’s mother (Mercedes Ruehl) that his father has recently died, and he spends far too much of his time watching movies at Nick’s theater. I look forward to this revelation never being explored. As he’s headed to the theater when he isn’t supposed to, he opens the door at the exact wrong time, and A ROBBER BREAKS INTO HIS PLACE, OH SHIT! Confronted with the type of real danger that he’d see in an action movie, and with no action hero to save him, the robber finds nothing of value and leaves the place. He gets rescued by the cops eventually, and they tell him to go home. But, no, he goes...to the movies.

Mom might have a point there, sport.

While he’s there, Nick brings him in, and begins to monologue to him about his past in the theater business. And that monologue introduces the MacGuffin of the film: the Golden Ticket, given to Nick by Houdini himself, and an alleged portal to another world.

So, is this gonna be more of a Pagemaster situation, or a The NeverEnding Story deal? The Golden Ticket is torn for admission, Danny sits down, and the movie-in-a-movie begins in earnest. In the film, Slater’s cousin Frank (Art Carney in his last film role) is being held hostage by the crime boss Vivaldi (Anthony Quinn), and his henchman...one of the most immediately visually interesting characters I’ve ever seen in a film...in a FILM.

Benedict (played by Charles Dance), is immediately a fascinating character, essentially a non-Marvel Bullseye, and a gunsman with flawless precision. And yeah...I dig it. Oh, how I dig it.

Jack Slater arrives in his snakeskin boots, and discovers Frank, who delivers a message in the cheesiest death sequence I’ve ever seen, followed by the cheesiest bomb compound I’ve ever seen, followed by a bigger explosion than anyone would’ve expected, FOLLOWED by...OK, look, the references to other action movies in this are already ridiculous and all over the place, and I refuse to spoil them all for those of you who’ve never seen this movie.

By the way, I gotta make a comment about Danny real quick. Watching this many action movies may have made him a little...detached...from reality. I say this because he expressed no shock or emotion during or after the robbery, then went immediately to the movie theater, and had no reaction whatsoever about the death of the two cops in the movie. Little budding sociopath, that Danny.

Although, that might change, now that the ticket’s getting all magic-y, and a stick of ACME dynamite (actually in the film, I swear) makes its way into the theater. It explodes, and Danny inexplicably (magically, even) finds himself in the movie. So, Pagemaster, then.

Danny’s complete lack of reaction and emotion in this situation confirms my theory on him being a liiiiiiiiiiittle detached from reality. But then...the most gloriously stupid thing I’ve seen this month happens.

Arnold proceeds to make a pun that is NOT “Nasty brainfreeze,” and I am disappointed forever. Who wrote this? Who wrote this?

We get a car chase fueled with jumps, gunfire, puns, a casual mention of premature ejaculation, and Coca Cola product placement, all accompanied by Danny finally showing a modicum of reaction to the fact that he is IN A FUCKING MOVIE. REACT MORE, DANNY. At his age, I would have soiled myself immediately. At MY age, I would soil myself if this happened to me! Anyway...

OK, I just have to say this now: this movie has some of the most insane shots and set-ups that I’ve ever seen, and by GOD, I am here for it. Like...Did you SEE the motorcycle dress girl panic while a man WAS ON FIRE IN THE BACKGROUND? Earlier, a car does an INSANE jump and crash and explodes in the BACKGROUND, and the movie just treats it like a pigeon flew on set! Nobody cares! THE SCENES IN THIS MOVIE MAKE INSANITY AN ART FORM.

Anyway...we get to the LAPD, and...HOLY SHIT. IS THAT…

Was that Sharon Stone as Catherine Trammel from Basic Instinct, and Robert Patrick as T1000 from Terminator 2? I...but...wait...if...how...I’m broken now. 404, blue screen, reboot, update needed, WHAT?!? I...just...SO many questions, and this movie better answer them.

We see some added insanity, including a man with a houndstooth suit which I DESPERATELY WANT but could not pull off. There’s literally a buddy cop generator, where we also see a rabbi cop, and an Amadeus reference is dropped as F. Murray goddamn Abraham (playing a cop named Practice) appears in this movie, and THEN...an animated cat cop sexually harasses a female cop. I am not joking.

Am...am I insane? Also, if I was in the theaters watching this movie-in-a-movie, I would be both angry and confused as to what in the FUCK was happening!!! WHY IS THERE AN ANIMATED CAT COP IN MY JACK SLATER MOVIE? WHO DIRECTED THIS BULLSHIT (in universe)?? Also that cat was recently suspended, and is also one of their best men.

And then, Danny uses his knowledge of the Jack Slater franchise to break down the barriers of repressed affection between the chief and Slater, and it’s briefly heartwarming for some reason. Anyway, they’re now suspicious of his knowledge of Slater’s life, and this leaves to the inevitable buddy cop pairing of Jack Slater and Danny Madigan. This art-deco something walks by…

...and I desperately need to know more about the art direction of this film. Because, wow, it is an absolute masterpiece of randomly exaggerated shit, damn.

To prove his point about being in a movie, Danny goes to a Blockbuster, which... man, does THAT bring me back! That’s right you young whippersnappers, I WAS THERE FOR BLOCKBUSTER IN THE ‘90s! We used to go to the store and look at the VHSs. I remember seeing The Lost World there, but my dad said I was too young for it. I was sad, but he got me some candy and a Really Wild Animals video, and we watched it that night after Carmen Sandiego. My God. It was paradise.

Anyway, Schwarzenegger doesn’t exist, and find out that Stallone has taken over his roles.

...I’d watch that. I’d watch the HELL out of that. Danny then uses some legitimately impressive math to dissect the “555” number thing in movies, as well as pointing out the lack of non-conventionally attractive women. Which, credit to you, kiddo, for addressing the overwrought emphasis on conventional attractiveness that permeated Hollywood at this time, and to this day. I mean, he’s not criticizing it, but he is pointing it out, and that’s better than nothing in the ‘90s.

Danny guides his way to Vivaldi’s house, where the butler is...Professor Toru Tanaki! He looks exactly like Odd Job from the James Bond series, but the actor is SubZero from The Running Man! You know, the hockey killer!

Anyway, after crack about Schwarzenegger’s “I’ll be back” line, a conversation with Benedict (who has a smiley face instead of a bullseye), and some terrible CGI dogs, Benedict becomes correctly convinced that something’s up with Danny. They arrive at his house, and his college-aged daughter Whitney (played by Bridgette Wilson, in her first film role in and out of the movie, in a neat little twist!) kisses Danny directly on the mouth, and I’m a liiiiiiittle uncomfortable with that. Anyway, we brush right past that, and realize that his son...died. Oh. Uh. Guess we didn’t see the end of that movie, huh? Yikes. Poor Jack.

Hey, Benedict and his gang arrive at Slater’s place! Fun! There’s a sort-of amusing play on “harming a hair on one’s head,” and the interrogation continues. Charles Dance is legitimately threatening as Benedict. And, while we’re at it, Bridgette Wilson has an entertaining action sequence all her own.

Anyway, Jack arrives, and makes a ridiculous jump off of the balcony to pursue Benedict. Benedict name drops getting a tank, which I’m assuming is named the Chekov (film trope reference there, have a good time). Danny realizes that he’s the comedy sidekick of the movie, and at this point, I need to mention something: in case you haven’t noticed, this film is delightfully meta. And I love that about it.

But it’s also...cluttered. You’ll see what I mean in a little bit, but real talk, I didn’t realize that Benedict had stolen the ticket until Danny mentioned it, because I was apparently quite distracted. And this is an important plot point, as Benedict soon realizes the true power of the ticket, cleverly overlaid by the opening to the Twilight Zone, with Rod Serling mentioning traveling to another dimension. Also...his eye was a bomb. What. Anyway, that explosion results in Slater officially getting fired from the department, and the chief...

Um. Yeah, this movie is also kind of a cartoon, not including the cartoon cat. And you have no idea how much I’m omitting from this movie. The digitization of Humphrey Bogart, the fact that Slater can’t say “fuck” in a PG-13 movie, the surprising character realization that Slater’s ex-wife is actually remarried, the clearly dominatrix cop clad in leather, the fact that there’s a plan to detonate a nerve gas-infused bomb stuffed into a dead man nicknamed Leo the Fart at his own funeral, a digitization of Humphrey Bogart. Yeah, I said that last one twice, because the effect actually holds up really well, like, seriously.

OK, let’s take a break, yeah? Part 2 later today!

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angelkurenai · 5 years

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Happily ever after - Jensen Ackles x Reader

Title: Happily ever after

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader

Warnings: None

Prompt: Can you write a Jensen x Reader where the reader is like 24 and a shy, aspiring author who owns a bookstore. Jensen goes in one day and sees her and talks to her but she’s really awkward and quiet. He’s nervous to ask her out and comes back virtually every day to talk to her and then finally gets the courage to ask her out? Thanks!

You had been staring and rereading the same line for what felt like an eternity now. But despite how interesting the book was, your mind simply refused to focus on it and just like a clockwork, you'd glance every one minute at the clock on the wall. Chewing on your lower lip, nervous and disappointed to see that time just refused to pass by. You shook your head and let out a frustrated sigh. Wether you were frustrated with time for not going by faster or yourself for being unable to stop thinking so much about it, or maybe him, you didn't know. You just wished you could stop.

Just like you could wish you'd stop jumping and looking at the door every time the bell rang. Because you only got disappointed to see it was another customer, which shouldn't really be the normal reaction for any bookstore owner that wanted and needed to make money but it happened inevitably; your heart dropped and a small sad sigh left your lips. The things that man did to you.

You gave a small smile to the newest customer, adding a “If you need any help don't hesitate to ask me.” and when you got a nod from the girl, you went back to fidgeting with the page of your book.

You could stop looking at either the clock or the door, hoping he'd walk in any minute now the way he'd done all that time ago and put your wildly-beating heart to rest, or at least calm a bit.

-Flashback-

“Uhm hello?” you heard a gruff voice only a couple seconds right after the small bell on the door rang, indicating a new customer was in “Is anybody here?”

“Be right there with you in a sec!” you said as loud and clear as you possibly could, trying to pile up all the books you needed to carry but only managing to take hold of half of them. Yet somehow you managed to hide yourself behind the pile. Your steps were careful and slow, making sure no books fell over as you brought them all to the front desk.

“Are you sure you don't want any help with that?” you heard the voice say in sympathy, the fact that sounded so familiar totally going over your head because of how focused you were to balance everything. The only glimpse you got was of a tall and broad figure but again didn't give it a second thought.

“Nope, I'm for most part fine. Almost. But you're the customer so- whoa!” you stopped for a second when the books swinged in your hands “Kind of the policy here, it's my job to help you. But, you know, maybe if you were Dean Winchester I really think I'd use that extra hand.”

An undeniably beautiful chuckle left his lips and was soon followed by the words “Not exactly, but I'm probably the closest you'll get to that.”

And this time it did register in your mind, which you regretted because it made your balance slip away in a matter of second. Your curiosity and hopes got the best of you and you dared look past your books to meet the ever-so-striking green eyes of the man you'd just thought about. And it happened just like that, in mere seconds, that the books were falling right off your hands.

“Shit” you winced when one or two, or more, books hit your leg.

“Oh fuck I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen!” he, being ever the wonderful guy, hurried to help you pick up all the scattered books.

“N-no, please, no. This- it's my fault and this is my job, there is no need for you to-” you sad in one breath, hurrying to gather everything and hopefully embarrass yourself less.

“Are you kidding me? This is my fault, please just let me help you.” he still insisted, and didn't even wait for another 'no' as he started picking up books as well.

“I'm such a clums sometimes, y-you don't have to.” you mumbled, growing more embarrassed with each second passing by.

“Well, I certainly didn't make things easier, did I? In fact I-” he started but the moment he looked up it was as if the entire world stopped spinning.

Almost as if time froze. And definitely everything around him except for you became blurry. He had heard the phrase so many times, all of them actually, sometimes from his own father at least when he was mostly younger but could never believe them. He thought about how he heard it over and over again when watching a movie, mostly his mother's favorite ones, while growing up. If only she saw the scene play out in front of her, she'd say it was meant to be but he couldn't let himself believe it. He had never truly believed in something like this, despite how much he'd always wanted as he remembered. And he certainly remembered reading about it over and over again, every time the author would use their own unique words put perfectly together in different sentences that got his attention but never to the point where he could feel it. Not the way he felt it when he looked back at you.

It was one of the cheesiest things he could ever experience, one of the most surreal ones and one he always believed was simply not real. A moment he wouldn't experience, even with the woman that he would end up marrying – if he ended up finding her that is. And apparently he just had, and the thought scared and excited him at the same time.

“A-are- are you alright?” you stuttered softly, eyes big and beautiful as you stared up at him, pausing for a second from gathering all the books.

But no response.

“Mr Ackles? Mr Ackles are you alright? Did any of the books hit you o-or something?” you quickly resumed to gathering a few more “If so, I'm terribly sorry.”

“I'm- I-” he blinked rapidly, shaking his head when he realized he was probably acting like an idiot. Long gone was the confidence he usually carried around after years of being an actor. He really thought after so much time, he had things under control and looked like a man who really knew how to carry himself not that he really needed to. But apparently when did need it the most, it all came crumbling down and he was feeling no older than 16 again with two shaky hands and dry mouth that refused to form any words.

“N-no.” he admitted shakily, forcing his eyes to focus on the books he was gathering and then maybe he'd remember how to breathe again “I am sorry. That- that was probably a terrible... joke. I suppose. I just-” he cleared his throat, freezing for a moment when he realized you had both gathered all your books and he'd have to look up again and see you. He didn't know what was more scary: his excitement at the prospect and his eagerness or his fear that he'd screw up. “I just wanted to make things a little more uhm comfortable. I realized that I probably didn't though. It just...” and there you knocked his breath away when your eyes met.

“I-” he blinked “I always get a bit too excited when I meet a fan. Unless you're... probably not one and only have watched like an episode or two. Which would now make this even more awkward because I guess it's a bit stupid to instantly think-”

“Mr Ackles!” you nearly yelped and he immediately pressed his lips together. Realization dawned on him that he was indeed rambling and because of that, he felt heat rise up his neck to his cheeks and ears. “There's nothing wrong with assuming I am a fan. I've actually been one for very long a-and I'm kind of... sort of... maybe... totally freaking out on the inside right now. Mr Ackles.” gosh, your soft giggle had to be the most beautiful sound he'd heard in his entire life. Alright, that was it. Great. He was a gonner.

It was like breathing. He tried to stop it but it was only for so ling he could resist it. The geedy feeling in his chest turning into that of excitement and pure happiness when you confirmed you were indeed a fan. He never thought that he'd wish for it but even more he wished deep down that you were one of those fans that did feel a different kind of way than-

He cleared his throat but in reality wanted to shake off the new kind of hope he had never felt before in his life “Please, Mr Ackles is my father. I'm just... Jensen. I'm not that old... hopefully?”

“No, of course not Mr- Jensen. You're not old at all Jensen, and I am not that young myself.” you gave him an insanely adorable smile that was adorned by the soft red of your cheeks. You cleared your throat softly “Anyway, how could I help you? I'm assuming you're looking for a book. Supernatural maybe? I've certainly got those! No wonder you'll be able to relate with one of the characters, although at some point it might get, well, predictable.”

Sadly a moment of silence followed after your small joked which made your smile fall. Granted, he was too caught admiring the way you spoke so softly that your voice calmed him down and your presence seemed to give him a new kind of sense he had never felt before, that he didn't hear a word you said.

You winced “Terrible one, wasn't it? I- I'm sorry.” you looked down, shaking your head “I should just focus on my job. Uh what- what were you look-”

“What's your name?” his lips formed the words even before his brain could comprehend it. It was his turn to wince this time “Sorry uh that came out a bit weird. I uh just- you know my name a-and I really wanted to-”

“(Y/n). (Y/n) (Y/l/n).” you said softly, a smile barely visible on your lips but he certainly caught it “And it's ok, I- I suppose I'm acting a little weird because I honestly didn't expect that. I'm 24 and acting like I'm 16 again and it's totally unprofessional, I know.”

“Feeling's mutual.” he wished so bad he could say out loud but oh it would make things even more awkward and he didn't want it. So instead he said “No, I'd say quiet the opposite. I'm just not making it easy for you, I'm sorry for that.” he paused, rubbing the back of his neck “So you probably need help with those books?” he asked again when he realized you were struggling to put one on the top shelf.

“No, please, I've got it under control.” and you did “Besides, it's fine, you're the customer you don't have to apologize for anything.” you shrugged slightly, focusing more on putting every book in its rightful place mostly to avoid meeting his eyes “So, how can I help you?” there was something different in your voice and he realized it was your effort to avoid being any more awkward - not that he was feeling any more confident himself but at least he did do a good job at pretending to be.

Uhm well, I'm looking for a gift and the person it's meant for really likes Stephen King's writing, so I figured that a book or two for her birthday would be nice.” he saw you give a small nod, moving away from the front desk towards another place of the bookstore “She has read almost every book so I have only a few options left and every bookstore I've been to didn't have any of it. Hard to come by I suppose.”

“Stephen King, that's a great choice right there! Sometimes I swear there is nothing else I would want to read other than his books.” you said softly “Even more often, I swear there isn't a bigger inspiration than his writing. And as it seems... this is your lucky day, Jensen.”

he couldn't help want to focus only on you at the moment. You and the smile that was on your lips but you didn't really seem to notice. You seemed like the person that it would be hard for him to get a word out of you, quiet and reserved; but perhaps – and hopefully – for everything else but books. If it wasn't such a heartwarming sight that made him never want to pull his eyes away from you then he would have noticed the small chair on his way and not run straight into it, which of course he didn't until he had almost knocked it down. He was thankfully fast to catch it before it could draw your attention and he was sure he wasn't going to survive the embarrassment of that too.

“Trust me, I have a great feeling it is.” he almost whispered, or maybe he did, but he was fast to clear his throat and say even louder “I'm taking it you have Stephen King books?”

“I have all the Stephen King books.” you said with a smile full of pride and it managed to make his own smile resurface although, he wondered, had it ever disappeared? He doubted that. “So if there is one or two she hasn't read, then this is the place to find them. Your girlfriend is a very lucky one today too.”

“Oh oh no!” did he say faster than he should have? Probably yes, but he couldn't fight this. He didn't want you to think there was somebody else in his life for reasons that... he was probably a bit scared to admit to his own self too. “No, she's... she's just a friend. Only a friend. Nothing more. Now that I think about it she's probably a very very distant relative or something like that. I'm pretty sure her aunt is-” but he stopped himself when he realized he was spilling unnecessary information to make any fear or doubt disappear. And when he actually saw the relief flash through your eyes he let himself relax as well.

“Oh great!” it was that very small word that so easily had his heart jumping out of his chest “I- I mean, it's great to have such a good friend as yourself to get her a Stephen King book. I think a book in general is the best one.”

“I'm assuming you would too?” he asked softly and you hummed, nodding your head “You uhm you said something about inspiration too. Are you, maybe, studying anything in college concerning Literature o-or something similar?” he felt like he was pushing his luck but he couldn't stop it. His curiosity and need to know you more.

“Well, more like aspiring to... you know, become an author myself.” you said in a low voice

“Really?” the awe in his voice when he breathed out the words managed to make you visibly relax “That's incredible!” and instantly he felt so proud for the smile he managed to elicit from you “I can't even begin to describe how much I admire people that can write stories, let alone books. Being an author must be so hard but so exciting at the same time.”

“Yeah, I mean sometimes. But nothing can compare to the sheer joy I get when I create new characters and a new world every time you start a story. I- I feel like I could go on about writing or reading books for hours to no end. Hence why-” you looked around you “This bookstore. There's always plenty of inspiration around here, both literally and metaphorically. More so than my own home.”

“I can certainly imagine a bookstore is like heaven for an author and this one... you've done an incredible job with it. Does feel very homey if you ask me. Have you had it for a while now?”

He really didn't want to intrude in any kind of way and definitely didn't want to look like some kind of creep. But when the questions poured out one after the other, there was no stopping them simply because with every word he got out of you he felt like craved for more just like he craved air when he held his breath for too long.

Someone would say he could easily all those and just as many questions he wanted to get to know you over a nice dinner but if only Jensen had had enough courage. That day or any other upcoming one.

-End of Flashback-

You told yourself over and over again that you wouldn't look at the door every time you heard the bell rang because apparently the universe had decided to turn this into a busy hour, with new customers walking in every couple minutes. And yet every time you told yourself that, you went ahead and looked. You were sure that the one time you didn't look it would be him and sure, every time you resisted longer to glance but in the end you always did.

Some customers came and went, some even bought books which you were thankful for because they kept you away from your thoughts. And, once more, as if the universe wanted to play some sort of joke on you; the very second you actually forgot why you were so impatient today – the feeling was still there no matter what – there he was. You almost yelped in surprise, because it was still Jensen Ackles and even after so long you were so not used to this, but his smile thankfully immediately made you relax.

“Jensen , hey.” you breathed out, only for his smile to widen if possible “I was actually starting to worry you wouldn't show up.” you wanted to kick yourself for what you just said.

“You tell me.” he sighed, still keeping the fond smile on his lips “Jared kept... messing up his lines and teasing me and we barely got a scene done in time. Today of all days he chose bring it up all the time and make me even more nervous.” he rambled as he rubbed his eyes.

“Nervous about what? And... teasing you about what exactly?” you asked with a frown and he seemed to freeze for a moment.

“I'm uh- I mean I- Uhm–“ he probably looked like a deer caught on headlights. He had prepared for this, he had been preparing and thinking about it for far too long but he had hoped he'd have a couple more minutes so all in all he didn't feel prepared at all.

“'S ok, don't need to get so flustered with me Ackles.” you said softly but actually with a teasing tone that after all this time you had finally just gotten comfortable enough to use around him “Plus, remembering how to breathe would be nice to, you know, keep living?”

“Well someone's in a good mood today.” his eyes met yours as he whispered softly in addition “I'm really happy to see you like this.”

“I'm happy to be like this too.” you returned the look “But don't think this gets you off the hook. You were still considerably late today Mr. Ackles to the point I thought you weren't interested to hear how the story goes on.”

“Trust me, I would never dare miss the continuation and you know you have me on edge already. Plus-” it was getting harder to swallow and he was this close to just running away... if it wasn't for him making a fool of himself and having waited for this moment for so long that is “To make up to you for the time we uhm wasted here because I was late how about we continue this outside of your work. As in- as in see each other besides when you're at work? You know, go somewhere nice or for a drink after- after you've closed the bookstore? Or anywhere you'd-”

“Jens” you cut him off gently and deep down he was thankful because he feared he was going to keep rambling like a flustered 16-year-old forever “Are you... asking me out?”

“Well, I uh- I-” but he shook his had a bit, taking a deep breath “Yes, yes I am. So, (Y/n), would you like to go out with me... on a date, today after your work's over?”

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what-is-your-plan-today · 5 years

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Stark Spangled Banner Ch3: You can miss Something, but not want it back...

Summary: Steve opens up to Peggy about his feelings towards Katie and after an emotionally charged afternoon things heat up between the pair, but it all goes horribly wrong.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark

Warnings: Bad language (no smut, yet, but will be down the line) A bit of angst and both Steve and Katie being huge dumbasses

April 2013

“You know, you need to find someone you can experience all this with.” Peggy looked at her picture frames on her nightstand, “So you can have as many memories as I do.” her gaze returned to Steve and he wondered if she could possibly know about his feelings towards Katie, those feelings that had been growing stronger and stronger over the past few weeks.

And then when she asked the next question, he knew she did.

“How’s Miss Stark?” Peggy asked, her eyes twinkling and Steve looked at her as a wicked smile crossed her face. He rolled his eyes.

“Peg…”

“I’m just asking a question!” She teased.

“We’re just friends.” he sighed.

“hmmm” the old lady said thoughtfully “Still a bloody idiot when it comes to women, I see.”

He shook his head, a small laugh escaping him.

“I can tell you like her, the way you talk about her.” she pressed

“I do, I like her a lot, but she’s my best friend. Nothing more.”

“Alright, I’ll take your word for it.” she lay back on the pillow “Thousands wouldn’t.”

“Just a good I don’t need to convince thousands…” he leaned back in the chair, raising an eyebrow at her.

“No, just yourself.”

He sighed.

“Talk to me Steve.” the old woman smiled. He took a deep breath.

“I don’t know, maybe…ok not maybe…I do like her you’re right, but it’s just so damn complicated.”

“Why?”

“We’re from different places, times.” he sighed, running a hand through his hair.

“Do you always have to be so dramatic?” she laughed

“You know, I’m getting tired of you calling me that.” he teased and Peggy laughed again.

“Because you are!” she shook her head, “Steve, I get it, you’re old…but, you’re not.” “Well that’s not confusing.” he rolled his eyes.

“I know.” he sighed “You know, sometimes I think I want my old life back, when times seemed a lot simpler.” “But then she wouldn’t be there.” Peggy raised her eyebrows. “You can miss something and not want it back, Steve. Just tell her how you feel, for goodness sake.”

“I don’t want to make an idiot of myself” he shook his head “If she doesn’t feel the same then-“

Steve had to fight a smile as he knew exactly what Buck would be saying now,

“If you don’t ask her out, punk then I’m gonna…”

“I’m invisible…” Bucky moaned, turning back to the bar as she left, having just basically asked Steve to go dancing when the fighting was over “I’m turning into you…”

“Never mind pal, maybe she has a friend…”

“You know, I’d like to see her again one day?” Peggy spoke, jerking him out of his thoughts “Katie, I mean.”

“Really?” he asked. Peggy had mentioned she had met Katie several times years ago, when she was a very small girl. Peggy and Howard had remained close until his death.

She nodded “Especially if she’s as like Howard as you say.” “Alright, I’ll bring her in one day.” he said, before his phone beeped.

“When?” the old woman pressed.

“Were you always this impatient?” Steve quipped an eyebrow at her as he opened the message. It was a call in. He sighed “Soon, I promise.” he said, before standing up. “Sorry Peg, I gotta go. Duty calls…”

*****

The mission was the retrieval of a stolen piece of Chitauri technology that had, according to Romanoff’s intelligence, been auctioned to some Arms traders operating out of Jordan. They were to intercept the piece of technology before turning over the dealers to the authorities. They were up against it here, time wise, and for that reason everyone had boarded the jet with no real plan of what they were actually going to do, Steve had been thinking about it and studying the files since the jet took off. He and Natasha had the bones of a strategy planned out, they just needed to flesh it out with the team.

“We’re at altitude…” Evans called from the cockpit “Auto pilot engaged. ETA I hour 34.”

Everyone moved from their seats and crowded round the display as Natasha gave them a rundown of what they were up against.

“The main exits are here and here…” she said, spinning the blue prints round on the holodisplay. Katie frowned, her mind working fast “Evans and I can position ourselves here…” before she pointed to the right of the screen “That should give us a clear view of most of the grounds but there’s a blackspot here…” and she moved her hand to the left, circling the bottom corner.

“Well I’ll just have to keep them away from there…” Steve said, and Katie glanced at him, his eyes flashing with humour. Their eyes remained locked, before Steve swallowed and he looked back round. “There should be a clear run from where we touch down to the lawns…” he cleared his throat.

“Sure.” Katie said, nodding and making a show of looking at the detail, even though she wasn’t. Her mind was spinning. She’d been picking up signals from Steve for a few weeks now, signals that he might feel the same way as she did. The glances he gave her, the smile he would flash her that made her feel like there was no one else in the room. The gentle touches, the way he would lift her legs on movie nights so they were laying across his lap, how he would throw his arm round her when she’d lean into him, moments like the one that had just passed… but then, he made no effort to take things further and she wasn’t about to push him into anything. If there was something there, he had to decide, had to make the decision he was ready to move forward.

And Katie wasn’t sure he ever would be.

"Rumlow, I want a STRIKE perimeter set up around the site. Cover that blackspot. “Steve looked at Rumlow who nodded "The weapon is our main priority but I want a clean sweep so they don’t have chance to do this again. Then I want you and Rollins with me and Romanoff inside to flush them out. Stark, Evans you to take down anyone who looks like they might break the perimeter, non-lethal if you can.”

Katie turned to Evans who nodded at her, the pair of them sharing a fist bump as he winked at her. Evans was a brilliant partner, and a good friend at that too. They worked well together.

Natasha and Steve slinked off into the shadows, heading to the building. There were 2 armed guards on the door but they had the element of surprise and took them out easily.

“Ok, we’re in…” Steve spoke. “Get ready, as soon as they see us they’ll make a run for it.”

Katie listened from her vantage point, a tall oak tree that overhung the South East side of the property, rifle trained, ready.

“I count 6…” Natasha spoke

“At least 3 are armed.” Rumlow added

“Any sign of the weapon?” Katie asked.

“Negative…”

“Auction is over Gentlemen” he said, "Where’s the Weapon?”

There was a split second and then all hell broke loose. Gun fire erupted in the ears of everyone listening on the comms along with the familiar sound of vibranium clanging off surfaces and people alike.

“One is making a break for it…” Rumlow yelled and Katie stiffened, raising her rifle slightly “Along with a case, it must be the weapon.”

“In persuit.” Nat responded.“

He’s armed…” Steve shot back. “Someone cover her.” more gunfire and clanging rang out as Katie watched the door she was covering, not once breaking her line of sight. Suddenly it burst open and the man with the case flew out, shortly followed by a shock of red hair. But as Katie watched her sharp eyes picked up movement in the shadow and someone barrelled at Natasha taking her down.

“Shit!” Katie said “Romanoff’s got company…”

“I’m handling it…” the red head said, jumping up.

Katie paused, before remembering the main operative.

“I’ve got no shot…” Evans said

Katie wheeled round and located the man in her sight, cocking her gun she exhaled sharply, and pulled the trigger. Seconds later he hit the floor, clutching at his knee.

“Hostile down…” she said, allowing herself a little smug smile before her attention turned to Natasha, who now had her target in a choke hold. He went limp and then she released him, dropping him.

“Well handled Widow…” Katie quipped.

“You do know that I can kill a man in 25 different ways, using just my hands, right?” Natasha replied, making her way over to the man with a bullet in his knee cap.

“25?” Katie muttered, “I can think of, what, like 8, max?”

“Clearly you lack imagination, Nova…”

“The package is secure.” Steve smiling at Natasha, “Alright, Good job team. Rumlow, tell the Authorities they can move in, clear this lot up.”

“Sure Cap.”

“She’s good.” Natasha said, watching Katie joined Evans where he was crossing the lawn, the two exchanging a hi-five before they made their way back to the jet.

“Yeah she is.” Steve nodded, allowing his eyes to follow Katie for a moment a she walked across the grounds.

“So when you gonna ask her on a date?” Nat asked, turning to him as he picked up the case and they made their way back to join their team, the local police now swarming the place meant they were no longer needed.

“Seriously?” he looked at the red head rolling his eyes “We’re in the middle of an op and you ask me that?”

“Well first off the op is over and second off I’m just trying to help. I see the way you look at her, like there’s no one else in the room…”

Steve floundered for a response. Was he really that obvious, or was Natasha simply that observant. He settled for a shake of the head, and an exasperated sigh.

“You were trying to fix me up with someone from accounts not long ago.” he said.

“Yeah that was before I decided Stark is a better match “ she shrugged, walking up the ramp to the jet.

Thankfully, Steve was spared responding as the jet was loud with cheering, the team all crowding Katie, taking turns to slap her back and congratulate her on a shot well taken.

Katie couldn’t help but grin as she removed her utility vest, before holding her hands up “Ok, guys, thanks but…it was a team effort…”

She felt a hand drop on her shoulder and she turned to Steve “If you hadn’t taken that shot he would have got away.” “All in a day work Cap.” she smiled.

“I mean it.” he looked at her “You’re the best shooter I’ve seen since Buck.” He gave her shoulder a squeeze before instructing Evans to get them back to base.

He glanced over at Romanoff who raised an eyebrow at him having seen the exchange and mouthed the word “just fucking ask her” and he looked away, irritated.

Steve wasn’t a chauvinist by any means, but he was getting fed up of women bossing him around.

***** May 2013

So this was how he’d ended up taking a trip down memory lane in an office at the Triskellion, surrounded by boxes of his belongings that had all been in storage, things he had long forgotten he had. He’d found his mother’s old ring, the one his father had bought her when they left Ireland, a few books which Katie told him were first editions and probably worth a fortune, a couple of old records, a stash of Photos which Katie was currently digging through and something that made his breath catch when his hand closed around. His compass, the one containing Peggy’s photo.

Katie had paused at the next photo. She smiled down at the handsome blonde Captain and his good looking brunette Sergeant, both with jaws that could cut glass, both laughing at something. Frankly Katie thought it was adorable

“Steve…” she turned to face him. He looked up and she gestured him over. He obliged and she held out the photo for him. He glanced down, a small smile crossing his face.

“Can you remember what you were laughing at?”

"Yeah they had us doing this info documentary type thing, for the people back home.” He said clearing his throat taking the photo. “We were laughing at how utterly ridiculous and staged the whole thing was, like we would ever let press near our actual ops…”

“Dad…” she breathed out as Steve peered over her shoulder.

“He was a good man your father” he said, smiling back as he thought of Howard “If a little… wild.”

“Wild? Dad?” she raised her eyebrow

“It’s just bread and cheese my friend…” Howard had said, clapping him on the shoulder.

“Really? But I thought…“

"Well that’s your first mistake pal. The minute you think you know what’s going on a woman’s mind is the moment your goose is well and truly cooked…”

The smile at the memory crossed his face as he took the photo off Katie.

“Wow, melted cheese…what a rebel” she snorted sarcastically.

“Well I thought it was…never mind,” he smiled, absentmindedly turning over the compass in his hand and he opened it again, glancing down for the first time.

“Peggy?” Katie asked, looking down at the compass

“Yeah” he said, snapping it shut and then he looked at her. And then he decided that the time was right, he wanted to take her to see Peggy. Not just because Peggy had asked, but because he wanted to. “Would you like to meet her?”

“Me?” Katie asked, surprise in her voice.

“Well yeah, you’re a big part of my life now and I know she’d love to see you again” he shrugged, as if it was no big deal. But it was a big deal to him.

“I’d be honoured” she replied, and she meant it. Peggy had been important to her father, and she was curious to meet the woman that had held her best friend’s heart. Steve beamed back at her, thrilled by her answer and as their eyes locked, he felt that warm feeling as the butterflies in his stomach woke up.

******

They sorted his belongings into 3 separate categories- things for the museum, some more stuff to take back to his apartment, and the remainder to go back to storage before they headed over town to see Peggy. Giving Katie assurances he wouldn’t be long, he entered the room first, leaving Katie, who was feeling quite nervous, waiting outside.

She didn’t know where the nerves were coming from, after all she had met Peggy when she was a young child, but since her Parents had died she hadn’t seen her at all. Katie had a suspicion, however, that was more down to Tony deliberately putting as much distance between them and their Father’s past as possible.

Inside the room Steve quickly told Peggy where he had been and she smiled when he told her about the museum and the photos, quipping that she would quite like to see that when it was all open.

“That is if they ever let me out of this place” she said, “I swear breaking out of Alcatraz would be easier.”

He chuckled at her joke. “Well, today I brought someone to you so you don’t have to plan an escape just yet.”

The old woman instantly brightened up and beamed up at him. "Katie?”

Steve smiled at her excitement and nodded “Yeah.”

“Come on…” he held the door open. Katie took a deep breath, quelling her nerves and stepped into the room, Steve’s hand gently falling to her back as he guided her over to a seat by the bed.

It was easy for Katie to see that Peggy Carter had been a good looking, powerful woman in her day. Her eyes were bright, hair was set in curls and she had a sort of regal quality emanating from her. She shrewdly eyed the brunette, before she chuckled and looked at Steve.

“Good grief!” Peggy smiled, looking back at Katie “Forgive me my dear, but you really do have that Stark look about you, but an awful lot of your mother too.”

Katie smiled, taking Peggy’s hand as the old woman continued.

“Steve talks about you a lot.” Peggy smiled and Katie glanced up at Steve, raising an eyebrow as he inwardly groaned, taking a deep breath.

“Peggy…” he warned, somewhat exasperatedly.

“You mean I try to.” Steve teased, and he saw Peggy smile as he was sure Katie was rolling her eyes “She’s a law unto herself this one Peg, not unlike you were!”

“He’s very sensible…” Peggy said in a loud whisper to Katie, before the old woman levelled him with a look, her eyes flashing mischievously. “But I want to know, Steven, why on earth haven’t you taken this gorgeous young lady dancing yet?”

“I can’t dance…you know that…”

“You just need the right partner.” Peggy looked at him, eyes locking onto his meaningfully. He swallowed again and Katie instantly picked up on his discomfort, she wasn’t stupid, the dancing thing clearly meant something and unless she was mistaken Peggy was implying something to do with her. Katie took pity on him and decided to save him his embarrassment so she spoke, breaking the moment.

“Well I won’t be much of a teacher, I’ve got 2 left feet.” she said, casually causing Steve to smile slightly shooting her a side glance.

*****

Steve would be lying if he said he hadn’t been slightly worried about introducing the two. The woman who had been his first love meeting the girl he was harbouring feelings for in the present could have been awkward for him, but it wasn’t. Katie had laughed and joked with the old woman, often at his expense but he hadn’t minded. In fact, he had enjoyed it. But that’s what Katie did. She made people feel better, at ease, knew what to say and when to say it.

Katie, meanwhile was locked in her own thoughts. The meeting with Peggy had put her slightly on edge. Not because of the old woman, in fact it had been amazing to meet her, but something about Steve changed as they left. It was almost as if he was putting up a guard. She told herself it was normal, he was bound to feel confused after visiting his old flame and the whole thing with the museum, but part of her couldn’t shake off the feeling he was hiding something, and she didn’t like it.

She was pleased to see, however, that as they neared his apartment he relaxed and suggested that watch a film. They were still discussing which one as they climbed the 3 flights to his apartment.

“No.” he immediately deadpanned when she suggested watching the remaining Saw ones before he rolled his eyes when he clocked her grin. He hated those films, and she knew it “Why don’t we start Star Wars? We never did get round to it…"

“Providing you don’t start the debate about which episode we begin with because if so I’m not sure I can be bothered trying to explain it again…” “I just don’t understand why you don’t start with 1…” he took the opportunity to tease her as he slid the key into his lock.

“Because you don’t” she said exasperatedly and he smirked at how easy it was to rile her when it came to films. ”It ruins the surprise and plot lines. You go Episode 4,5 and 6, then we hit 1, 2 and 3….”

They both turned as his neighbour, Kate walked onto the landing, bag over her shoulder, clutching a pile of mail..

“Hi Steve.” She smiled, unlocking her door.

“Hi Kate.” he smiled, before he turned to Katie, who he realised had never met the woman before “This is my neighbour. Kate this is,”

“Katie.” she extended her hand, smiling politely.

“Katie Stark, I recognised you…sorry.”

“It’s fine” she said, still smiling. There was a pause and the faint sound of a phone could be heard. "Sorry… I gotta’ get that.” She said quickly making her way into her apartment. “Goodnight Steve.”

“Night Kate.” He said in response. When he turned back around Katie was waiting, smirking at him.

“You’re as bad as Natasha.” He rolled his eyes, closing the door behind them as she stood front of him, kicking off her shoes.

“What you mean?” she asked walking through the small cloak area and into the hall way, heading straight for the kitchen and into his fridge.

“She keeps trying to set me up on dates” he sighed watching as Katie pulled 2 beers from his fridge.

“Who with?” Katie asked, frowning slightly, and she felt her neck and ears growing warm as the green eyed monster stirred.

“Pretty much anyone she can.” He snorted as they walked back into the living area.

“And none of them are…” she pressed, and he sighed.

“No.”

“Can I ask you something?” she sat next to him.

“If I say no are you gonna ask me anyway?” he looked at her. “Yeah” she said after a pause. He snorted and gestured for her to go ahead.

“Peggy and you…how far did you actually get…I mean…”

Oh Jesus…

He contemplated brushing this one off, but then he realised he couldn’t lie to her, and he didn’t want to.

“We were supposed to go dancing.” He said gently, turning to face her, his right hand curling over the back of the sofa and she immediately understood then what that moment in the Nursing home had been about. “Like on a date. I’d never been before, never found me the right person. And then I ended up in the ice before we got the chance.” He paused shook his head, “I know it’s dumb but…”

“It’s not Steve…” Katie said, and at that she felt the tears prick her eyes. The emotion of the day completely overwhelming her. This man, this wonderful man had been denied the opportunity to live his life how he should. Robbed of his best friend, his love and all because he’d done what he could to keep people safe, serve his country.

“Hey…” he said, looking at her frowning as he noticed she was getting upset. “What is it?”

“I hate that all that happened to you.” she said softly, “That you never got chance to do all those things, that you never got your dance or your happily ever after. You deserve more.”

“Doll.” he sighed, gently wiping away a tear with his thumb “Taking that plane down was my choice. Don’t cry over it, please. I hate seeing you upset.”

And he did. Her face was made for smiles, her eyes should be happy and shining, not full of tears. “Sorry.” she said, dipping her head, and then before he could stop himself he reached out gently and his finger tilted her face back up to look at him.

Ocean blue met emerald green, and Steve felt his insides coil tightly like a spring. Katie’s eyes bounced across both of his and the distance between them was growing shorter, and shorter…

And then there was a knock on the door. Katie waited, willing him to ignore it, wiling him to show her he meant this and wasn’t just an emotional wreck, looking for comfort somewhere…but instead, Steve closed his eyes, dropped his head and unfolded himself off the couch.

Cursing internally all the way to the door, Steve wrenched it open a little harshly and took a deep breath at the blonde at the other side.

“Sorry to interrupt…” Kate said, handing him a letter “But this was in the pile of mail I got before.”

“Oh, thanks…"

“Enjoy your film.” Kate smiled and Steve nodded. “Have a good evening.”

The sound Steve bidding his neighbour goodbye shook Katie out of her trance. She needed to get out of there. It had been an emotionally draining day, and she sure as hell wasn’t going to let her arms be the ones he was in, merely seeking comfort.

“I’m gonna head home.” Katie said and he turned to look at her, his face falling. No, he didn’t want her to go. But instead of telling her that he merely nodded.

“Ok.”

Taking that as all the confirmation she needed that he’d simply been swept up in a moment, Katie was out of the front door as fast as she could be, leaving Steve stood alone in his flat, rooted to the spot, disappointment, anger, hurt lancing through his body like red hot pokers.

Outside the rain had started again, so Katie didn’t waste any time in getting to her car. She managed to start the engine before she felt the tears spring forth. Slamming her head against the head rest in frustration she wiped at her face. She had told herself after Grant that no one would ever get so far under her skin again, but Steven Grant Rogers had succeeded in breaking down every single goddamned barrier she had put up.

And she couldn’t bring herself to hate him for it.