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#one of my friend died not too long ago n it made me broke down so ive been meaning to talk to my parents abt it but.
doubledgesword-2 · 2 years
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The Girl in the Grass Bully! Muzan x Reader (Modern Au)
It's been a while, I'm not taking requests at the moment until I gather enough muse to finish the ones in my inbox. In the meantime enjoy this lemongrass tea!
WARNINGS: drugging, sort of kidnapping, non con kissing ( nothing else happens)
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“Who did it, hm? Who did this to you Tanjiro?”
“It’s ok, I’m alright, Y/N please”
If you don’t tell me who did this to you I will find out and after I beat them I’ll beat you. Who did this?”
Tanjiro let out a heavy sigh and you nodded sarcastically. 
“Ok” you stormed off away from the group, Zenitsu holding back inosuke trying to go and fight with you. 
You walked down the halls cutting through the crowds of students like a hot knife through butter. Then you spotted him. Muzan, kibutsuji Muzan. With a scoff and a growl under your breath you made your way to him and the small group of idiots he called followers. 
“He tried to stand up, to me? Pl-“ he felt a light tap on his shoulder. Annoyed at the interruption he turned slightly but couldn’t even see you as your fist connected with his jaw. 
Caught off guard Muzan stumbled backward. His group of friends were about to engage you and you were ready but he signaled them back. 
Swiping at the red spot where he was hit,  Muzan straightened up and glared at you. 
You were so mad you were almost hyperventilating. Your tense and easy stance told him you wouldn’t back down just like the idiot he beat up not too long ago. 
“You come near Tanjiro again, and a bruised jaw would be the least of your troubles. Do you understand?” 
He raised a fine eyebrow judging your speech between stupidity or bravery. No matter the outcome he has to admit you had guts. He was the richest kid in the school and quite handsome. Everyone said yes to him even the teachers. He was by far the smartest and would beat into submission anyone who tried to rise above him. He had to be the perfect man. 
“Are you deaf? I thought I just punched your jaw, or is your perfect brain still computing the words?” 
He scoffed and smirked at you. “So, the brat had a girlfriend. What boyfriend lets his girl  defend him”
“You don’t strike me as the smartest person in this hallway right now. I asked you a question I thought answering was what you were good at. Besides, what I am to Tanjiro is irrelevant. I could be his damn mother for all you care. Stay. Away.”
You turned to leave. “And what if I don’t?” He taunted. 
You didn’t even turned just side glanced at him with your iciest glare, “Keep coming and you’ll find out.”
With that you kept walking leaving a smug Muzan behind. He was intrigued. 
That was the first time you had caught his eyes directly. But no matter to him you were easy. If you were really that brats girlfriend then he wouldn’t have no trouble at all getting you all to himself like another conquest.
He huffed in amusement. 
“Do you want us to take care of her?” Kokushibo asked behind Muzan. 
“Let her be. I’ll take care of her myself” That was a promise. 
You on the other hand went about your merry way to Tanjiro and your friends. After patching him up, you walked him and his sister to their dorm. The three of you have lived next to each other and have been childhood friends. You were there when his father sadly died, when his single mother had Nezuko and your parents helped her with everything they needed. So when he started getting bullied by a spoiled rich kid, you jumped in front of him and stood up to the guy and his group of good for nothing brats. You hated to see the amusement and gleam of sick excitement they got from beating those lesser than themselves. 
Everything had been going smoothly, you had all started your first year in college and thought you were past these stupid castes and bullies. But it turns out college made it worse. You had all protected each other’s backs and those who were smaller and weaker. That is until the spoiled rich kid transferred and all hell broke loose. In front of the professors and RAs Muzan kibutsuji was the perfect gentleman, smartest student and the most diligent of all. But when the classroom doors closed, his aura shifted and he made 180 turn to his personality. With his red cold eyes and constant scowl he owned the place. Girls were always on him, left and right, but he swore he had a beautiful girlfriend, one he most certainly was cheating on with the pretty girl in his gang. 
Bit by bit he started “recruiting” people to his masses, until he had a group of 7 assholes who benefited from his money and influence. Of course he was no idiot, and the people in his group were diligent and precise, not like him, but he believed they could be. 
Your group of lone rangers were the only ones tough enough who could stand up to him and his goons. Not to mention the occasional upperclassman who was willing to help. 
After decking his jaw, you turned a bit paranoid at the prospect of what they might do to you if they found you alone in the halls. So you all stuck together and waited for each other’s classes to be done to walk back to the dorms.
But that evening Tanjiro was called to work an extra shift on account of the person getting sick, Zenitsu had a date with Nezuko and Inosuke had to stay behind at the library with Rengoku for an extra help session with his math class. 
You were alone on every front. 
But you kept on an air of indifference and pure idiotic bravery as you exited the library with Inosuke’s screams in the background. You held two big tomes from your history, rolling your shoulders back in discomfort. It had been a hellish week and you were ready to lay down on your bed the minute you reached the dorms. 
Your eyes saw the flicker of movement in your peripheral vision yet you kept walking as if you hadn’t seen anything at all. You reach the bus station and side glance the two guys who had been following you all this time. You had never seen them around campus and they didn’t look like Kibutsuji’s goons for friends. Still they reached the bus stop and were lingering around you. You kept a serious face, brows almost scrunched up in anger at the absurdity of the situation, while pretending you didn’t notice how one of the guys went close behind you. Your hands gripped the tomes as if they were your only lifeline. 
Suddenly you felt the shift in the air as the guy made an attempt to hug you from behind. Your hand swung one tome hitting the guy in the face. You stood on the bench and kicked the other one square in the chest. Your hand swung again hitting the first guy with your remaining tome as you jumped over and ran. 
You weren’t a runner but the adrenaline pumping through you was making you go faster than you had ever run before. 
Your chest and side hurt from not breathing right but the footfalls behind you were a telltale of what would happen if you slowed down for even a second. Up ahead there was an nterception and as you placed one foot on the white pedestrian lights, the light turned red and the cars proceed to pass. Your hands turned to fists and you turned down another way close to the passing cars. 
Suddenly there was a honk and a door opened. 
“Get in” the man screamed. Your frantic eyes didn’t even glanced up to see who it was and you jumped into salvation closing the door behind you as the car sped away. 
You panted and hyperventilated until a hand came down on your shoulder making you jump. 
“Eeek!”
“I didn’t think I would see the day when you would look this scare” the teasing deep voice brought you back and your eyes looked up to meet two crimson orbs. Muzan. 
You gasped hands reaching the door out of instinct. 
“Hey, don’t be rude, I just saved your pathetic life from whatever it was you were doing back there,” His hand motioned you nonchalantly. 
“Just leave me here I’ll be fine” you didn’t like the idea of sharing oxygen with the man you threatened two weeks ago. 
“Why? So that you can get murdered and then the blame will fall on me? I don’t think so. I’ll drop you off at your dorm after I make sure your fine and nothing can be blamed on me. I have an image to maintain, after all. Besides whoever was running with you might know where you live. Did that ever cross your brilliantly stupid mind, hmm? You can come with me to my penthouse and after sometime I’ll drop you off.”
You had opened and closed your mouth like a gaping fish while he talked. Unable to find a flaw in his argument, you opted to stay quiet in a silent agreement. The worst thing was that his argument had the perfect amount of logic to make sense and deter you from doing anything stupid.
“Fine” you grumbled looking out the window. 
“Lovely. Now don’t move and don’t speak, I can smell your sweat from here and it’s not pleasant” you turned beet red and wanted to beat him but he was holding the wheel of a moving vehicle. 
After a couple of minutes you had reach his apartment complex, the place looked uninhabited from the outside but the lighted windows gave it away. Muzan led you into the lavish lobby like a gentleman insisting on holding your arm on his. The place looked straight out of a rich vintage magazine, all decorated with black marble and gold indents everywhere. Even the bellman knew him and gave him a smug look that made you scoff. You weren’t one of his conquests and couldn’t believe he didn’t correct the man. 
The elevator took the two of you all the way up to his penthouse. Luxury couldn’t begin to describe the amount of wealth he had and how he displayed it. The place was big, decorated to look as expensive as it was, sparing nothing to the imagination. 
Yet there were no servants around like you had been expecting. There was no one but the two of you. 
“Where’s the entourage of servants willing to cater to your every need?” You had asked, tone voicing actual confusion as you sat down on his leather sofa. 
He chuckled “Well as presumptuous as that sounded, I might as well satiate your stupid curiosity. I’m independent and can actually make my own food and all.” He answered sarcastically handling you a glass of water with a cynical smile. 
“I see” you eyed him suspiciously but your parched throat couldn’t bear any longer and the water looked fine so you gulped it down in one sitting almost asking for more. 
“Now in what pathetic little problems have you entangled yourself in to be chased like that, was it that you threatened someone else beating your boyfriend?” Muzan sat in front of you, smiling at your white knuckles gripping the glass hard. 
“Actually, I was minding my own business and they were…going to grab me” you whispered the last part and with it came crashing down the weight of your exhaustion. It was now that you realized the real danger you had been in and how close you came to be a victim of whatever sick games these people were playing.  
Your hand stopped gripping the glass as you set it on your lap looking at it as if it was the most interesting thing in the room. 
“They tried to gr-grab me. I-I don’t know w-why- how? I-I don’t know what was going o-on” Muzan saw the shaking of your muscles and his eyes softened for a moment. 
“You’re safe here” he said, the tone of his voice was the softest you had ever heard “How about you take a shower and I’ll get something started, hmm? I believe that would be the best thing to do now, what would you like?” You were flabbergasted and were doubting you had actually gotten in the car with Muzan. The Muzan Kibutsuji who had made Tanjiro’ and your’s childhood a nightmare. The Muzan who had bothered you even now in college and you were sure he had transferred just to make your life harder. 
The same one who had given you a big pair of pajamas and underwear, telling you to not ask questions as he ushered you into the lavish bathroom to shower. The one that asked you what you would like to eat and was ready to prepare it. 
You were pondering everything under the warm spray of water on your back. 
After dressing up and patting your hair dry you walked slowly towards the kitchen, footfalls masked by the sound of the extractor. 
“You did well, yes. But need I remind you I only asked you to scare her away not traumatize her… Are you telling me I’m wrong? I was quite clear with what I asked of your pathetic existence” Your blood froze and you were retreating back to the bathroom, eyes trained on the light of the kitchen. 
Your back collided with a strong chest and before you could even gasp there was a pinch on your neck. You huffed, hand coming to hold the spot on your neck as you slowly turned to see a pair of rainbow eyes gleam with the kitchen light like prism rainbows. The blond gave you a small wave giggling as your eyes flickered between consciousness and limbo and your frame was tilting to the side. 
“Cute” was the last thing you heard before succumbing. 
Douma held your body close to his, sniffing your hair freshly washed. He couldn’t help admire your sleeping self in his arms: it was almost as if you belonged there. 
“Douma” a deep voice called from the end of the hall making him look up. 
‘Muzan-sama!” He replied in delight “You gave all of us the needles just in case and she had heard you…” he explained
“Douma” Muzan called once more glaring at the blond’s grip on your frame, his eyes then flickered to his rainbow ones and he softened his features “You’ve done well. Come you can share meal with me. Take her to my room.” 
Douma swore he could feel the excitement in every cell of his body.
Muzan had dismissed Douma and the rest of his “friends”, who lived throughout the apartments, after dinner, wanting to be alone for dessert as he called it. He opened the double doors to his room seeing you laying down on his four poster bed, completely oblivious to his red gaze. You had changed into the outfit he had given you but he was sure he could get you to undress if he used enough of his charm. He will never know now.
Muzan straddled you taking off both your shirt and his as he lowered to your neck kissing it and sucking on the skin intentionally leaving marks. He wasn’t planning on doing anything. Just making you think you had given yourself to him willingly to have leverage over your head. The moment his lips touched your skin you squirmed a bit. Muzan continued leaving open mouthed kisses as he moved from one side of your neck to the other. 
“…jiro” you quietly moaned. Muzan straightened looking down at you with a raised brow. 
He lowered once more kissing and sucking on the spot. 
“Tanjiro…” you moaned a little louder making him scoff an incredulous laugh. The circumstances couldn’t be better and he thanked his stars his phone was closed by. 
You woke up groggily and with a pounding headache like you had slept too much. You tried to turn on your side but a pair of arms weren’t letting you. With wide eyes you attempted to jump away only landing as far as the border of the bed and letting gravity do the rest. 
“You’re awake? Did I not do a proper job this time? I thought you were going to be too satisfied to wake up, isn’t that what you said, dear? you froze. 
“W-what?” 
“Ahh was the drink too much? I didn’t know you were a lightweight” 
“What are y-you talking about? You drugged me, you-your little goon” you stood angry, pointing at him like a toddler explaining why they were right. 
Muzan looked at you unimpressed and shirtless holding the covers close to his waist.
“Your blond goon drugged me and you-you planned the whole kidnapping thing, didn’t you?”  
“Do you have proof?”
“I heard you in the kitchen, right before you drugged me” 
“Tsk, so annoying. Make up your mind was it me or my goon?” 
“You know what I mean” your eyes glinted in anger. Muzan removed the covers and stood nonchalantly “And put something on I don’t wanna see t-that” You turned away from him. 
“I’m not undressed. You are” you looked down to see you were in your underwear and immediately grabbed the blanket off the bed to cover yourself. 
Muzan grabbed his phone and made his way closer to you. 
“Step back” you hissed. 
“But I need your undivided attention to listen to my proposal?”
“P-proposal?”
“Yes. You see, you threatened me in a crowded hallway surrounded by the majority of students who worship the very ground I step on. When they saw the way you talked to me they thought they could do the same and let’s say some of them are still picking up their teeth from between the community park’s blades of grass” you shuddered, skin prickling with anxiety and fear. 
“It was your fault what happened to them, but I couldn’t let that disrespect go unanswered. After all these years you and your little boy toy have always stood in my way no matter what it was I wanted.” Muzan smiled to him himself as if he were reminiscing “Back then I didn’t know what I truly wished for. But now…now I know. So here’s my proposal, I want you to be my girlfriend and distance yourself from your little group of miscreants, in exchange I won’t beat your boyfriend and his friend to an inch of their lives”
“You’re insane” you told him with clenched teeth and tears in your eyes. The grip on the blanket hardened until your knuckles were white and you could feel your nails dig into your palm through the fabric. 
“What if I am, darling? What if I am? That’s not the answer. Think harder this is a yes or yes question, dear. Otherwise…” he unlocked his phone and showed it to you, red eyes smugly looking into yours as his thumb pressed play. 
“…jiro” You heard yourself moan as Muzan kissed your neck. Your hand went to your mouth in shock. Tears finally sprung from your eyes rolling neatly down the apple of your cheeks. 
Muzan chuckled darkly in the video laying down besides you and recording himself as well “it’s amazing what a couple of kisses would do” he then grabbed your chin pulling your face close to his as he kissed your cheek and you whimpered nuzzling him. In the video he eagerly nuzzles back and you two look like big cats. 
The video paused.
“I have so many contacts in this phone but….” Muzan clicked a couple of times against the screen of the phone and then showed you once more “I think he would love to see this the most, don’t you think?”
The video was set up to be sent and the sender was none other than Tanjiro himself. 
You cried silently and harder as your knees buckled and you fell to the ground. Your hands went to your neck trying to feel the hickies he had left on your skin. 
Muzan stepped closer to your shaking form and kneeled in front of you. His fingers came under your chin and he lifted it to meet his eyes. 
“Choose” he said firmly. 
“I-I’ll…Hah, I-I’ll be your girlfriend” you had sealed the deal with trembling hands.
“Good” your heart felt squeezed but relieved “But just for good measure, I wouldn't want to send the wrong message. After all we just got together” you heard the tap against the screen. Your eyes widened as you saw the message had been sent. Muzan dropped the phone in front of you and you grasped it desperately,  trying to undo the message. He stood leaving you frantic and went to the doors of the room. 
“Ahh and one more thing, no one needs to know about this deal” he held one finger over his lips in a shushing motion while he smugly looked down on you. 
“If anyone asks…you’re taken and I don’t share what’s mine” with that he left you in his room, a mess. 
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starkleila · 1 year
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The lost daughter part 2
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Summary:
As one of dhalia’s witches attacks you you see someone you had not seen in a thousand years: yours and elijah’s daughter
this was originally meant to be one one shot but was too long so divided in two parts
Warnings: non descriptive child birth, child kidnapping, thought of loosing child, angst, canon
f-pronoun-no-physical-description!reader
Notes:
Sorry for the grammatical errors. I’m new at writing so feedback is appreciated. Thank you for reading. do not translate or appropriate my work
Comments and kudos are highly appreciated :)
words: 3000
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Masterlist
Headcanons of you being elijah’s wife and an original Part 2
Part 1 
You were at your 10th or 30th shot you didn’t’ even remember when Hayley entered the bar and took a sit next to you
You were thinking of the day nikole was born
Elijah and Klaus had gone hunting, you were almost due and thus they had excluded you from the hunting. You were a capable hunter and since you were with elijah Mikael could not stop you anymore from hunting. Still as you could give birth from a moment to another you were with Rebekah preparing dinner when your waters broke
As you laid down esther and the witch Ayana were helping you as Rebekah ran to search for elijah as you were asking for him while in labor
Rebekah spotted elijah and Klaus entering the village their preys on their shoulders
‘elijah! Y/n is giving birth run’ she told him running to him
Elijah let the preys fall as he ran to your hut, opening the tent he find you struggling to give birth already covered in sweat still when you saw him you light up ‘’lijah’ you said
Elijah ran to you holding your hand ‘I’m here my love’
‘elijah you need to help her calm herself it looks like its going to be a difficult delivery’ his mother told him as he nodded quietly
Elijah sat behind you, so that you were leaning on him he gave you both his hand to squeeze, and he believed you were going to break one of his hand bones by how much you squeezed but he let you without a flinch. He murmured tranquil things and kept kissing your forehead to keep you calm. He staid like here until A few hours later your daughter was born
‘you did a splendid job my love’ he told you holding you as you crumbled on him once the child was out
‘it’s a beautiful girl’ his mother said before passing her to you, elijah helped you held her
‘she is perfect’ you said
‘just like her mother, she got your eyes’ he replied entranced by his beautiful daughter, he says looking in the eyes of his daughter and he is lost
‘and your nose’ you pointed out as he traced it gently
‘what name are you going to give her?’ asked Rebekah smiling at her niece
‘nikole’ you replied exchanging a look with elijah that kissed you briefly before you rested your head on his shoulder as both of you looked at your baby daughter
‘looking for a drinking buddy?’ haylay asked you as she sat down on the stool next to you
‘how did you know I was here’ you asked the girl that in the last year had become one of your closest friends
‘I was on the balcony and I saw you crossing the street. From the fact that you were alone and by how fast you walked I thought you needed a friend’ she said as she asked the bartender for a drink , she drained it looking at you waiting for you to speak  , you affectionately rolled you eyes before drinking again
‘me and elijah had a fight’ you admitted avoiding her eyes instead looking at your glass
‘so your marriage is not completely perfect. I was becoming afraid’ Hayley joked to lighten the mood, she had never seen a love like your’s and elijah
‘ah ah ah very funny. Usually it is but we touched a bad topic’
‘which is? Elijah identical suits?’ she said drinking again as she made fun of your husband
‘they are not identical if you have a good eye. But no. I thought I had seen someone today, someone who died a long time ago and he doesn’t even want to believe in the possibility that they might be alive’ you explained
‘who did you see?. I mean most of you mikaelons died at least twice, is not something impossible’
‘our daughter’ you said low.
Hayley face fell  as she put down her own drink, she waited a moment, something uncommon for her type of character as she choose her next words strongly carefully ‘ I didn’t know you had a daughter’ she replied swallowing hard
‘me and elijah don’t like to talk about her’. You had not spoken her name aloud since when you became a vampire and the few times you and elijah had brought her up was usually referred as ‘she’ or ‘our daughter’.  Expect the mikaelsons not anyone else knew of her existence. even marcel had learned it from niklaus which you and elijah knew but pretended not to know.
‘what happened to her?’ Hayley asked her face low as she avoided your eyes. Being a brand-new mother herself, and having fallen to an immense pain in the last few months because of the separation she could not imagine what you felt, and she didn’t want to either, having hope away was already too much, knowing her dead? Hayley doubted that she could be able to handle it.
‘We were very young, It was another time, back in the days teenagers had children, as in your 40s you could already be dead, and well as contraception didn’t exist, and me and elijah were quiet active even if less of now’ you chuckled at the thought of how the mikaeson had complained about you and elijah being rabbits in heat for over 10 centuries, back then when you were young the teenage hormones did not help, at all
I mean it had took hayley one unprotected one night stand to get Hope so she understood were you were going. ‘so you fell pregnant’
You remember the day you understood why you had been sick in the morning. You had told elijah that you thought that was the reason. you had been so afraid. Both of you where so young back then. But he had been so happy at the new, he wanted a family and he wanted it with you, even if it was sooner than he expected. So he comforted you, promising that everything was going to be okay and that he would have protected you and your child always. A promise he could not keep and that haunts him to his day.
‘yes. We had a daughter, nikole, she was amazing. She reminded me of hope you know.’ you said smiling sadly as Hayley looked at you with tears
‘You should have seen elijah. He was made to be a father he loved her so much.  we were happy. Even Mikael loosened up a bit. And niki, he adored her.’ You smiled as you did not realize silent tears were streaming down your face, before the truth hit you ‘But then when she was a bit older than one year old she died’
‘how?’ Hayley asked trying to suppress her own tears
‘she fell sick. me and elijah had to go out of town to get some herbs from another witch. When we came back she was already dead and buried. His mother didn’t even let us see the body. She had to burn it to prevent the sickness to infect the others’ you said wiling your tears. You tried to not think about the moment Klaus had told you what happened as you had fell on the ground elijah hugging you tight as you two cried onto each others. How you had refused to eat for days afterwards, how Rebekah and klaus had to come to your tent to make you and elijah get out of bed, even if just to eat or get washed. You had staid in each others arm crying for days.
‘me and elijah were devastated. And when we became immortal we promised to never bring her up again. The pain was too much, especially when it’s eternal. You might understand’ you said as Hayley squeezed your arm, she did not know what to say, there were no words that could comfort you, but before she could reply a familiar voice echoed behind you
‘sorry to interrupt the girl chat but the mystical aunt is near we need to prepare for war’ you heard Klaus say behind you, he tried to look normal but you could see that he was avoiding your eyes as Hayley and your turned towards him
‘I guess elijah told you’ you tell him avoiding his eyes too
‘yes’ he replies carefully
‘here to tell me I’m crazy too?’ you eyed your best friend with fake confidence, but your eyes were subconsciously begging him to agree with you, to believe you
‘no. he doesn’t think so either.  I will tell you what I told my brother, that if what you saw it’s true I will do whatever it takes for you to have your daughter back. But now we need to focus on what we know for sure, dahlia is arriving and we need to be ready. Please y/n’
‘of course’ you replied getting of the stool and swinging slightly because of the alcohol, Klaus gave you his arm as you and Hayley followed Klaus out of the bar
Elijah from your shared room balcony looked down at the other side of the street seeing you all exit the bar, he vamp-speed to the foye standing on the balcony waiting to see were you stood with him
You, Klaus and hayely entered the house seating on the sofa in silence, you and elijah exchanged a look, a look full of sorrow, both your pairs of eyes said ‘I’m sorry’
‘elijah come down, we are talking about dahlia’ his brother said trying to dissipate the tension, elijah followed the request getting down in the courtyard. he purred a glass of water and gave it to you with one of the hangover pills he usually gives you when you party with Rebekah
He carefully stood in front of you, giving you the glass and the pill ‘for your headache’ he said low as you finally raised your eyes to meet him
‘thank you’ you replied taking the glass and drawing the pill, your fingertips and his brushed at the action both of you ignoring it as  he just nodded before turning to go sit next to Klaus
‘wait’ you said and he stopped ‘here is more comfortable’ you told him, a lie he appreciated wich meant instead ‘sit with me’, he tried to suppress a smile as he nodded at you and sat next to you
You took his hand avoiding his eyes, he squeezed it back ‘I’m sorry’ he whispered sincerely you turned looking at him ‘me too’.
That was all you two were going to say for now as Hayley and Klaus faked to not be present before talking about the plan
A few days later
You and klaus were fighting against Finn when elijah arrived. Then a blonde woman arrived stopping the fight cand laimed to be their long lost sister Freya and that she could help you., Klaus doubted her you were confused when Klaus decided to attack her he was thrown against a wall by a magic force
A girl in her early teens appeared, she had long brown hair, and your eye color. She stood next to freya
‘thank you dear. So brothers will you believe me now?’ freya asked her siblings and you as she kept an hand on the girl shoulder
Klaus eyes widened, as elijah and you were in shock, tears starting to spill from your eyes
‘nikole’ elijah murmured looking at his daughter standing in front on him, more than ten years older than when he last saw her, looking beautiful and strong, and perfect just as her mother
‘who are you’ the girl asked him.
Klaus could not even stood up from where he was thrown looking at his niece in shock, elijah took your hand as you trembled
‘we are your parents’ you replied, not being able to tear your eyes away from your daughter
The child face softened, looking at her aunt for confirmation that just nodded
‘well than this is for abandoning me’  your daughter said in anger as freya shouted ‘nikole no! we need them to help us’ but freya was too late, Nikole with a spell sent all of you flying against the walls of the tombs
‘I’m sorry’ freya said, ‘we will be in contact as soon as she calms herself’ freya said apologetic as her and Nikole walked out, the three of you still half unconscious from the impact as magic kept you glued to the walls.
As soon as the magic ended and you fell on the ground you started crying, elijah crawled to you tears spilling from his eyes too as he held you, you snuzzled your face in his neck as you held on his shirt as your only rock in a sea. Elijah exchanged a look with his brother, tears matching as Klaus just nodded and left.
‘eli’ you cried as sobs went through you
‘I know mon coeur, I know. she is alive my love, that is all that matters. we will get her back I swear, we will get our daughter back’ he tried sooting you as you cried in his embrace
Once elijah was able to calm you he brought you home still in his arms, he entered the compound finding Klaus and Hayley in the foye, waiting for you in worry . Klaus had finished two bottles of bourbon as you two entered the compound their eyes fell in sadness even more at your state. Elijah clearly had cried and you were still quietly crying as you held yourself in his embrace. Hayley had never seen you cry and for sure she was not going to forget anytime soon the look on elijah’s face
‘ ‘Lijha’ Klaus tried  voice gentler than it had any right to be
‘later, brother, please’ elijah pleaded, Klaus let out a whispered ‘of course’ as elijah vamp sped you both to your shared bedroom
He gently made you sit on the bed as he cupped your face lovingly, his heart breaking even more at the sight of you crying, he kissed your forehead as you closed your eyes at the sensation while clinging your arms around his neck to keep him close.
As he let you go you murmured an heartbreaking ‘lijah’ he sqeezed your hand lovingly ‘I’m not going anywhere, let me give you a glass of water’ you nodded as he went to the table and puored a glass of bourbon instead bringing it to you that you drank it in one go as he sipped from the bottle too, he put his arm around your shoulders again, his head on yours as you staid in silence for a few minutes as he passed his hand on our shoulders and back trying to bring you comfort
‘I’m so sorry for having doubted you. Is that I could not go through that again, to be given hope to have it taken again’ he finally spoke, apologizing for what had happened a few days before
‘she thinks we abandoned her. She thinks we let dahlia take her. ’ you sobbed. Your child thought that you did not love her, that you let her go voluntary, that you let her be taken, when in reality you two had and still mourned her and had tried for centuries to bring her back
‘esther let freya be taken, dahlia must have lied and said the same happen to our daughter. We will tell her the truth’
‘she hates us elijah. Our daughter hates us’ you said realizing that probably your child saw you and Elijah as elijha saw his parents, monsters. ‘what if she doesn’t want to be with us? I- I can’t loose her again, not now -now that I know she is out there’ you said shaking your head. Elijah had not seen you like this since Nikole was taken 10 centuries before. He gently took your face in his hands holding it tenderly but firmly, you raised your eyes looking at his teary ones
‘we will get our daughter back y/n, do you understand me? I will ensure that our daughter is in your arms again. I give you my word my love’ he promised gently cupping your chin and tilting you head to look at him in the eyes. he said it with such conviction and yet gentleness that you could do nothing but believe him. you just nodded before setting against your head on the crock of his neck and hugging his middle as he placed his arms securely around you, caressing your muscles as his head rested on yours. You took in a deep breath and focus on his heartbeat. that familiar sound and the smell of his cologne calming you finally
‘once we get our daughter back we will tell her how much we loved and love her’ he tells you voice almost a whisper ‘and no one will ever take her away from us I swear it to you’
‘I love you’ you said, he kissed your forehead before replying ‘I love you too my life’
Elijah extend his hand to the little table in front of him and opened a book taking the drawing of you three he had placed there a few days before. You looked at him curiously as he showed it to you
Your eyes widened as you took carefully the paper and passed your fingertips on it, looking at drawing of you Elijah and Nikole
‘how-‘ you asked your husband in disbelief remembering the original one to have been destroyed as you fled Mikael.
‘niklaus made me a new one 300 years ago. He has a good memory. I look at it sometimes. I did not know how you would have reacted so I kept it hidden. Are you mad?’ he asked worried to have angered you
You shook your head and pecked his lips briefly before setting again against him and looking with him at the drawing ‘of course no, I love it, when we get her back we will do a new one, I will never get tired of drawing you two’
He kissed your head and held you close as you two looked at the drawing in silent.
Soon your family would be whole again, you two would make sure of it
Part 3
taglist: @just-levyy
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Headcanons of you being elijah’s wife and an original Part 2
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Hiii!! May I request a fic of Obi-Wan Kenobi is married to fem!Jedi!Reader and he thinks she died during Order 66 but finds out she’s alive and in hiding on Tattoine?
Stuck with me Always
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Obi-wan started cleaning out his cave house until he felt a prescence surrounding him. One that he hadn't felt for ten years. One that he thought he had lost in Order 66. Slowly turning around tears immediately came to his eyes at the sight before him. He dropped the bag at his feet slowly walking forward towards the person he saw. "Y/n...is it you. I - I thought - thank the maker - I thought you had died!" He started sobbing until I slowly lowered my robe hood down. I start crying uncontrollably racing forward flinging my arms around his neck. Burying my face into his chest I clutched his shoulders thinking I was going crazy when I felt his prescence through the Force a few days ago. I believed my husband was dead for ten years and it broke my heart into pieces thinking he was gone forever.
"Obi I - I thought they had found you. I couldn't imagine that you - you were dead!" He lifted my chin up wiping away tears with his thumbs. I still clutched his robe too afraid if I let go he would disappear right in front of me. Like he always did in my nightmares. Obi-wan and I had started developing feelings for each other after his Master was killed. Through the years of the Clone Wars we got reckless and decided to become husband and wife. Obi asked his friend who owned a bar Dex to marry us since we couldn't get officially married. "Sshh darling, I had the same fears. I just - I don't understand how - how are you here in my arms again?" He asked wrapping his arms around my waist tugging me closer to his warm embrace. I sniffed through happy tears playing with the necklace that has his wedding band on it. "I just figured it was the safest bet to come back to where we met Anakin. Since it reminded me of you."
Reaching underneath my tunic shirt I revealed the matching necklace like his. Uncliping it I pull the ring off slipping it on my left hand smiling. "Obi-wan we don't have to hide anymore. We devoted our lives to the Jedi but the order is gone. Now we made another vow the day we gave the other a ring. I love you...and now you're stuck with me always." Obi-wan chuckled with a pure smile that he probably hadn't had for years. It was clear in his eyes that he regrets what happened. As all the last living Jedi would for the rest of their lives. "There's nobody else I'd rather be stuck with except you Y/n. Now that I have you back...I think we deserve to have love, maybe even kids." He blushed unsure because we never talked about it. Leaning up on my toes I wrap my arms around his neck crashing my lips onto his grinning. "I want every part of that dream Obi-wan. It's you and me forever." He kisses back where I jumped up wrapping my legs around his waist. We only broke the kiss when we fell back onto the bed. He moves hair from my face with a longing look. "You and me forever my love." He pulls me back in for a kiss that we both dreamed of for ten years. One that would allow us to have our first child.
Comments really appreciated ❤️
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itsmealaiah · 3 months
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Out of love (Ethan Torchio x Fem)
A/n: I love ethan so much, he is absolutely gorgeous.
tags/ warnings: slight cursing, angst, ethan losing feelings.
(angst to fluff)
The sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm glow across the bed. Ethan's chest rose and fell in a gentle rhythm as he slept, his features soft and peaceful. I couldn't help but admire him, even as my heart ached. It was hard to believe that just a few short months ago, he had been everything to me. But now... now I could feel the distance growing between us, like a chasm that threatened to swallow us whole.
I didn't want to leave him. Not like this. But I knew I had to go back to England, back to my family and my home. I couldn't stay here anymore, not when I knew that Ethan didn't love me the way I loved him. The thought of him waking up one day and realizing that he had never truly loved me, that it had all been a lie... it was too much to bear.
I slipped out of bed, careful not to wake him, and gathered my few belongings. My heart felt like it was being torn in two as I packed up my clothes and my cherished memories. I couldn't help but wonder if I'd ever see him again, if this was truly the end. As I reached for the door handle, I took one last look at his sleeping form, etching his face into my memory for safekeeping.Outside, the air was crisp and cool, a sharp contrast to the warmth I had just left behind. I took a deep breath, trying to steady my shaking hands, and then I started to walk, not knowing where I was going or what I was supposed to do now. All I knew was that I had to find a way to move on, to forget the man who had once been my everything.
As I made my way through the quiet streets, I couldn't help but feel a sense of loss, as if a part of me had died and been buried along with my hopes and dreams. I knew that going back to England wouldn't be easy, that I would have to face my family and friends and try to explain what had happened. But for now, all I could focus on was the ache in my chest, the emptiness that seemed to fill every part of me.
Eventually, I found myself at the airport, waiting for my flight. I tried to distract myself with a book, with the noise of the other travelers around me, but nothing seemed to help. My mind kept wandering back to Ethan, to the way he had looked at me when he thought I wasn't looking, to the way his touch used to send shivers down my spine. It was all too much, and I couldn't help but wonder if I had made the right decision.
The flight was long and arduous, and every time I closed my eyes, I saw Ethan's face. I tried to remember the last time we had laughed together, the last time we had made love, the last time we had truly been happy. It seemed like a lifetime ago, and yet it had all happened so quickly. As the plane touched down in England, I could feel the weight of my heart pressing down on my chest, making it difficult to breathe.
The familiar sights and sounds of home soon began to wash over me, but they didn't bring with them the comfort I had hoped for. Instead, they served as a constant reminder of everything I had left behind. I knew that I needed to find a way to move on, to create a new life for myself here, but it was easier said than done.
The first person I saw when I stepped off the plane was my mother, her face etched with worry and concern. She enveloped me in a hug, as if she could somehow shield me from the pain I was feeling. I broke down in tears, unable to hold back any longer. She held me close, murmuring words of comfort and reassurance, and for a moment, I felt safe again.
As we made our way through customs, my father took my other hand, his grip firm but gentle. I could see the questions in his eyes, but I didn't have the strength to explain what had happened. Instead, I let them lead me to the car, knowing that they would take care of me, even if they didn't understand.
Once we were in the car, my mother finally spoke. "You can tell us what's wrong, you know. We're here for you, no matter what." I swallowed hard, trying to find the words to explain the mess my life had become. "It's just... Ethan and I broke up," I finally managed to say. The silence that fell over the car was deafening.
I could feel my mother's gaze on me, but I couldn't meet his eyes. "Oh, sweetheart," my mother murmured, squeezing my hand. "I'm so sorry." She glanced at my father, who seemed to be struggling to find the right words. "It's going to be okay," she continued, her voice trembling. "We'll help you get through this."
The rest of the car ride passed in a blur of tears and hugs, with my parents doing their best to comfort me. As we pulled up to our family home, I couldn't help but wonder if I had made a mistake leaving New York. The house looked just as I had left it, a testament to the passage of time and the endurance of our family.
Once inside, my mother led me up to my old bedroom, carefully helping me remove my coat and unpack my suitcase. As she hung up my clothes and arranged my belongings, she continued to reassure me that everything would be alright. I tried to believe her, but a small voice inside me kept whispering that maybe she was wrong.
That night, as I lay in bed, I reached for my phone, intending to text Ethan one last time. But before I could even unlock it, I heard a knock at my door. It was my father, his face lined with concern. "You don't have to do this, you know," he said softly, sitting down on the edge of the bed. "You can't keep trying to reach out to him."
I looked down at the phone in my hand, the words already forming in my mind. "I know," I whispered. "I just want things to be the way they used to be." He sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair. "I wish I could tell you that things would get better, but I don't know that they will. Not right now."
His words cut deep, but they also made me realize that maybe I had been trying to hold onto something that was no longer there. I slowly set my phone aside, closing my eyes as the weight of the day began to press down on me. "I miss him, Dad," I confessed, my voice barely above a whisper. "More than anything."
He wrapped an arm around me, pulling me close. "I know you do, sweetheart," he said gently. "But you have to remember that people change, and sometimes, the people we love the most aren't the ones who stay." He hesitated for a moment before adding, "You're going to find someone else who deserves you, someone who will love you the way you deserve to be loved."I sniffed, wiping away a tear that had escaped down my cheek. "I hope so," I said softly, trying to convince myself as much as him. "I just wish I could go back and do things differently." My father squeezed my shoulder reassuringly. "There's nothing you could have done, honey. Sometimes, things just don't work out the way we plan."
We sat there in silence for a while, my father's words echoing in my head. As the hours ticked by, I finally drifted off to sleep, the image of Ethan's face fading slowly from my mind. In the morning, I would have to face the reality of my situation, but for now, I could find some small comfort in the arms of my family.
Little did I know that as I slept, Ethan had been going through his own personal hell. After not hearing from me for days, he had become increasingly worried, convinced that something terrible had happened to me. He had spent hours searching for me online, desperately trying to piece together any information about my whereabouts. It wasn't until he received my text that he realized I was back home, and his heart began to race with hope. He immediately picked up his phone, his fingers trembling as he texted back, demanding to know where I was, what I'd been doing, and why I had left.
The next morning, as I lay in bed, still trying to process the events of the previous day, I heard a knock at the door. I hesitated for a moment before opening it, expecting to see my parents, or perhaps one of my old friends from school. Instead, standing on the front step, was Ethan. He looked different somehow - paler, thinner, but also more determined than I had ever seen him. As I stared at him, unable to find the words to speak, he took a step forward and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close.
"I'm sorry," he whispered into my hair. "I'm so sorry I hurt you. I was so stupid, and I was so selfish. I didn't realize what I had until it was gone." I couldn't help but feel a small tremor run through his body as he spoke, and I knew that he meant every word. I wanted to believe him, to trust him again, but a small voice in the back of my head kept whispering that it might be too late.
"Where have you been?" I asked quietly, pulling away from him just enough to look into his eyes. "And how did you find me here?" He glanced down at the floor for a moment before meeting my gaze again."I've been... I've been at my aunt's place. I didn't want to come back here, not after what happened. And as for how I found you... I just kept searching, kept digging until I found your address. I had to see you, had to try and explain." His voice broke on the last word, and I could see the pain in his eyes, the desperation to make things right.
"You should have called," I said softly, wishing I could take back the harshness in my voice. "I've been so worried about you." He nodded, taking a deep breath before reaching up to wipe away a tear that had escaped down his cheek."I know. And I'm sorry. I just... I was afraid. Afraid of losing you all over again." His admission hung in the air between us, heavy with the weight of all that we'd been through. I couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for him, for the boy who had once been my everything.
Slowly, tentatively, I reached out and took his hand in mine. "I want to believe you," I whispered, searching his face for any sign that he was telling the truth. "I want to trust you again." His fingers tightened around mine, and for a moment, I could see the relief flash across his features."I promise," he said, his voice little more than a hoarse whisper. "I promise that I will never hurt you again. I'll prove it to you, if you'll just give me the chance." And as I looked into his eyes, I could see the sincerity there, the determination to make things right. I wanted to believe him. I wanted to trust him. Because deep down, somewhere beneath all the pain and the anger, I still loved him.
"Okay," I said finally, my voice barely audible. "Okay, you can come in." He stepped inside, hesitating for a moment before closing the door behind him. We stood there in the silence, neither of us quite sure what to say or do next. Finally, I broke the silence. "I've missed you," I whispered.
Ethan's face lit up at this admission, and he took a tentative step forward, wrapping his arms around me in a hug. "I've missed you more," he murmured into my hair. "I've been such an idiot. I can't even begin to explain how sorry I am for everything I've put you through."As we stood there, holding onto each other, I felt a tiny spark of hope ignite inside me. Maybe, just maybe, things could go back to the way they used to be. Maybe Ethan was truly sorry, and he really wanted to make things right. I took a deep breath, preparing myself to tell him everything, to lay it all out on the table.
2147 words. I hope you enjoyed! ❤️❤️
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c0ffinshit · 2 years
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Maybe You Are Prefect (Theo Dimas x Reader)
Maybe You Are Prefect Part Two: Back To December
A/N: hi hiii! this will probably be my last fanfic for a while since school is starting and i’ll be super busy with that. I’ll still try and post fanfics but just know that if you don’t see me post for a while
word count: 833
warnings: pinning, kinda childhood friends to lovers, fluff
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“I think it’s weird meeting him again,” I told my mother.
Nothing about this dinner party seemed much like a party at all. It was a group of no less than six people, and it felt very forced. My childhood crush, whom I hadn’t seen in a long while, would be there. I was silently freaking out, my heart gently pounding in my ribcage. Mother looked at me with disapproving eyes.
“I don’t want to hear any complaining while we’re here,” she said as we exited the elevator.
Not really what I was talking about, but she was right.  Whenever we went to parties, I had a bad habit of complaining. It was always parties I never wanted to go to in the first place. Which I don’t blame her for.
“Okay,” I said weakly.
We were finally at Dimas’s door. I gently knocked. God, please don’t be Theo, I thought as my foot tapped against the tile floor. The door opens to reveal a tired-looking Theo. My mother was the first to walk and loudly announce Teddy’s name, Theo’s father. She runs past Theo and goes to Teddy, talking her head off about god knows what. I quietly walk to the large snack table, trying to avoid Theo’s penetrating gaze. My hand takes a multitude of fruit and crackers and places them on a small decorative plate reminiscent of a time long before me. Suddenly, I feel a tap on my shoulder. I turn around to see Theo with a soft smile on his face.
“Hello,” I signed, “Been a while?”
I was surprised I could remember any ASL. Only really used it when I needed to keep my mind in check. Unsurprisingly, it was helpful when avoiding either people I knew or total strangers. My brain always told me it was just in case Theo came back into my life. It was one of those crushes that never went away.
“I guess,” he signed back, his eyes avoiding mine.
He wore the brown sweater I gave him one Christmas long ago. Which I don’t remember giving to him. My mother told me that I did. Maybe it’s one of those things my brain didn’t want to keep.
“I missed you,” I signed.
His eyes meet my gaze again. My heart started up again, but I remained as calm.
“I missed you too,” he signed, “Can you follow me for a second? I want to show you something,”
My eyebrows raised as he took my hand and led me into the balcony. They actually had a pretty nice one at that. His slim hand let go of mine and went straight into his pocket. A ring with a gemstone emerges from it, and he places it in my hand. He always used to tell me he would get me one when he got the money. I couldn’t remember why he wanted to get me it in the first place. Maybe as a symbol of our long friendship. Either way, I place the ring on my finger and show him, his eyes sparklingly.
“Do you like it?” he signed.
I gently smiled and pecked his cheek, “I love it, thank you,” I said, signing the “thank you.”
His arms wrap around me, pulling me into a hug. To say the least, I was surprised and slightly jumped when I felt his hands on my waist. I think that made me remember why he got me the ring. The night Zoey died was also the night I met Theo. It was right before she died when I caught Zoey and Theo talking. He told her that he would get her a real ring someday. At the time, I hardly knew Theo, but at that moment, the only thing I knew was I wanted to be with him. I wanted him to wrap his arms around and kiss me, to feel his soft lips touch mine. Zoey seemed like a wonderful girl he loved. And I was just a girl in the background, like Duckie in Pretty in Pink. Pining after a boy who probably wants nothing to do with me.  
It broke my heart and still did as my arms rested on his shoulders. Tears rolled down my face as if they were the leaves in fall. I knew I loved him, and he didn’t even think twice about my existence. He was still hung up on Zoey, still not knowing if he pushed her or she slipped. His hands moved to my upper back, gently rubbing as he went up. His breathing was so soft it was as if he wasn’t breathing. I gently kiss his shoulder, my tears turning into sobs. My hands traced the words “I love you” into his back. A part of me hoped that he wouldn’t feel my feeble hands trace those words I had wanted to say for so long. Suddenly, his hand moves for my back, and his index writes these simply: “I love you too.”
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andvys · 9 months
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hello and welcome to another read with honey/horny (depending on the mood) anon. this time we're reading I'll miss you forever which sounds like the most painful angst possible and I don't believe in any happy ending in this, I think they're both gonna die 😭
A field where you had once spent evenings and nights with Eddie was now a burned down battle ground. A place that used to fill you with so much happiness was now just a place filled with death and horror. 
great start. totally not heartbreaking at all 😁
Eddie had died a long time ago, you lost count of the months that have passed since the night he had died in your arms, the night you had begged for him to stay, to not close his eyes, to not leave you. 
oh 🥲
Why did he have to draw those bats away? It didn’t change anything.
YEAH THATS ACTUALLY TRUE 😭
You were dying, they knew it but they refused to believe that the person that always protected them, that was always there for them was losing her life. 
OH GIRL NOT YOU LITERALLY DYING I THOUGHT YOUD JUST BE DEPRESSED
“It’s okay, Lucas,” you whispered as Dustin pressed harder against the wound on your stomach, causing you to groan in pain. 
NOT IN FRONT OF THE KIDS!!!
They knew what it was, Max gave them letters when she thought that she would die. 
OH NOOOOO
“We made it! Guys! We won! Vecna is dead, the upside down is gone!”
cool! do you know who also will be gone in a sec? : )
He whispered your name fearfully, he shook your shoulders, “y/n! We made it!” 
NOOOO POOR DUSTIN THE KID IS LIKE 15 AND TRAUMATIZED FOR LIFE
“Come back!” Dustin yelled as he began to sob, “please come back!” 
NOOOO I WANNA HUG HIM
Steve
oh shit
The girl he called his best friend, the girl he hugged just hours ago, the girl he promised a victory was now gone. 
:(((( IM BIG SAD
For the first time in his life, Steve broke down in front of someone else, he laid his forehead against your shoulder and cried, no longer being able to stay strong in front of others, no longer being able to keep his tears in. 
OH MY GOD THIS IS HEARTBREAKING imagine being dead but still seeing alive people mourning you? that be the worst ever
“I’m so sorry, bug,” he whispered as he grabbed you and pulled you into his arms, holding you one last time. He knew how much you struggled without him. How hard you fought to avenge his death and to win this fight, you fought and fought and now you lost.
BUG??? 😭😭😭😭 THIS IS SOOOO SAD
When you opened your eyes again, you were standing in the middle of a field. 
NO STOP IM CRYING ALREADY
“What are you doing here, sweetheart?” He whispered sadly as he brought you closer to him, “it wasn’t your time yet.”
NOOOOOOO TEARS ARE FALLING FROM MY EYES
As long as you have him by your side, you will always be okay.
OHHHH:(
ANDY THAT WASNT A HAPPY ENDING AT ALL :(( IM SO SAD NOW IM TEARING UP LITERALLY :(( very beautiful but also heartbreaking 💔
to brighten up the mood i came up with a pun for my name to use when reading angst... melanHONEY anon (badum tss) ....... (crickets) (booing) (throwing tomatoes at me) (no one laughed)
the intro to this was perfect 😂 i was actually watching sad eddie edits earlier and then got this idea out of nowhere and started writing, i could’ve definitely made it longer and more detailed but i was too excited 😭
“do you know who else will be gone in a sec?” LMAO 😭
Dustin really is traumatized, we’re gonna see him suffering in the next season I already know it 😭
IM SO SORRY FOR MAKING YOU CRY BESTIE 🥹 but but…. they’re back together now 🥹 isn’t it a happy ending? 🥹🥹
melanhoney 😂
horny anon for smut, honey anon for fluff and melanhoney for angst perfect 😌
Bestie thank you for the feedback as always and i’m so sorry for the angst🥹🫶🏻
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crookedlovecas · 2 years
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Once you’ve been tagged, you’re supposed to write a note with 92 truths on it. At the end choose/tag 25 people. I was tagged by my roommates because they were going through their tags from when they were 16 and wanted to redo this and i wanted to do it too

OPTIONAL:

NAME: iz

AGE: 22

WHAT WAS YOUR:

1. last beverage = yerba mate poured into a mason jar with ice by my beloved girlfriend

2. last phone call = my brother

3. last text message = m (sending me this list)

4. last song you listened to = "peace” taylor swift

5. last time you cried = m held a mug that said “wifey”

HAVE YOU EVER:

6. dated someone twice = no

7. been cheated on = no

8. kissed someone & regretted it = kinda

9. lost someone special = yes

10. been depressed = yes

11. been drunk and threw up = no

LIST THREE FAVORITE COLORS:

12. lavender

13. chartreuse

14. periwinkle

LAST YEAR (2021), HAVE YOU:

15. Made a new friend = yes

16. Fallen out of love = no

17. Laughed until you cried = yes

18. Met someone who changed you = maybe

19. Found out who your true friends were = eh

20. Found out someone was talking about you = in a good way

21. Kissed anyone on your [FB, Twitter, Tumblr Etc] List? = yes :)

GENERAL:

22. How many people on your [Fb, Twitter, Tumblr Etc] list do you know in real life = idk a lot

24. Do you have any pets = a rabbit, some dogs, my stepson (another dog)

25. Do you want to change your name= already have sort of

26. What did you do for your last birthday = packed and went to target

27. What time did you wake up today = 9:30

29. Name something you CANNOT wait for = getting my own apartment with my gf

30. Last time you saw your mother = about a week ago

31. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life = not to be fake emo but i wish i’d been a better big sister

32. What are you listening to right now = destiel playlists mostly

33. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom? = yar

34. What’s getting on your nerves right now= final paper

35. Most visited webpage = tumblr

37. Nickname = iz, izzie, etc

38. Relationship Status = in love

39. Zodiac sign = cancer

40. He or She or They = idk

41. Elementary School = magical

42. High School = dweeby

43. College = yes

44. Hair color = brown

45. Long or short = tooo long

46. Height = I think 5'3"

47. Do you have a crush on someone? = yeah my girlfriend

48. What do you like about yourself? = cascoded

49. Piercings = 2 in each ear

50. Tattoos = none

51. Righty or Lefty: right

FIRSTS:

52. First surgery= adenoid removal (with approval) at 5

53. First piercing = ear lobe

54. First best friend = this kid named max

55. First sport you joined = soccer

56. First vacation = i went to Vegas when i was like 1 and tried to eat juggling balls

58. First pair of trainers = idk but they were pink

RIGHT NOW:

59. Eating = orange chicken

60. Drinking = n/a

61. I’m about to = homework

62. Listening to = the companionable silence of three gay people in a room

63. Waiting for = moving to ny

YOUR FUTURE:

64. Want kids? = yar

65. Get Married? = ;)

66. Career? = actor

WHICH IS BETTER:

67. Lips or eyes = eyes

68. Hugs or kisses = depends (sry)

69. Shorter or taller = taller

70. Older or Younger = same

71. Romantic or spontaneous = this is the same

72. Nice stomach or nice arms = idc

73. Sensitive or loud = both

74. Hook-up or relationship = relationship

75. Trouble maker or hesitant = you made a rebel of a careless man’s careful daughter

HAVE YOU EVER:

76. Kissed a stranger = no

77. Drank hard liquor = ya

78. Lost glasses/contacts = no

79. Have dated = ya

80. Broke someone’s heart = not for real

81. Had your own heart broken = sort of

82. Been arrested = no

83. Turned someone down = ya

84. Cried when someone died = no

85. Fallen for a friend = ;)

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:

86. Yourself = yes

87. Miracles = yes

88. Love at first sight = yes

89. Heaven = it’s complex i think

90. Santa Claus = no

91. Kiss on the first date = ;)

92. Angels = cas? but yeah i do
@agentdanaascully @wenightmareyou
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itsapeterthing · 3 years
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Who’s She? || Bucky Barnes
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pairing: bucky barnes x doctor!reader
summary: when sam gets injured during a mission and isn’t able to go to a hospital, bucky brings him and natasha to his own home to get cared for by his girlfriend, y/n, who he’s been keeping a secret.
a/n: this is my first time writing for bucky! reblogs and replies are super appreciated! also here i'm going to pretend that bucky didn’t get snapped so you started dating during the blip and natasha didn’t die
word count: 2.9k
warnings: mentions of blood, sam getting shot, fluff
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“Shit.”
He followed the sound of the gunshot to another open room within the warehouse. He watched as the group they had been fighting fled the building, hopping into their trucks and speeding away before he even had the chance to process what was happening in front of him never mind go after them. When the group dispersed out of the room he finally saw what all the commotion had been about- Sam was lying on the floor with Natasha kneeling above him at his side.
“What happened?” Bucky asked, jogging towards where the two of them were in the center of the large, open room.
Natasha looked up, her hands feeling around Sam’s shoulder, blood coating her hands.
“There’s no exit wound.” She told him finally, standing up. “We have to get him out of here.”
Bucky watched as Sam groaned, still lying on the ground, with his hand putting pressure on his shoulder.
“So, what?” Bucky asked her. “We take him to a hospital?”
Nat shook her head. “We weren’t supposed to be here. If we take him to a hospital now... they’ll find out.” She turned back to Sam. “Feel good enough to walk?” She asked him.
“I don’t know.” Sam said. “How far are we going?”
Natasha shrugged, placing her fist underneath her chin, assessing the situation.
“Well,” She told him. “We can’t go to a hospital... but I could try my best in the back of the van.”
At that, Sam pushed himself up onto his elbows with a look of fear in his eyes as he turned to look between Natasha and Bucky.
“You’re joking right?” He grimaced. “There’s nothing else we can do?”
Watching the situation play out before him, Bucky swore to himself knowing what he was about to do and partly regretting the decision before he even made it. As much as Sam could piss him off, he knew better than to let him suffer under Nat attempting to stitch him up. He couldn’t let him go through that when there was a better way.
“Shit.” Bucky shook his head, reaching his hand out to Sam to pull him up. “Fine. I know somewhere we can go.”
Natasha and Sam looked at each other, quirking their eyebrows, questioning how Bucky of all people would know somewhere to go in a situation like this. Not in a position to argue, however, Sam took his hand, standing to his feet.
“So... where are we headed?”
It had been a half an hour long drive before Bucky finally pulled the car over to the side of the road outside of an apartment building. Natasha and Sam followed his lead as he walked inside, up the stairs and unlocked one of the doors with his set of keys. 
Hearing the key turning in the lock and commotion outside your apartment door, you spun around from your seat on the couch watching as you boyfriend, Bucky walked in the door of your shared apartment.
“You were gone for so long you almost had me wor-”
Before you could finish your sentence you watched as none other than Sam Wilson and Natasha Romanoff made their way through the door of your apartment. Although you had never been introduced, you recognized them immediately as members of the famous group of Avengers and coworkers of your boyfriend.
You sprung up from your seat immediately upon seeing these unfamiliar familiar faces. That’s when you noticed the blood coating the upper half of Sam’s suit and Natasha’s hands. Your eyes shot open wide, turning to face Bucky.
“James?” You said his name slowly.
“He got shot. There was nowhere else we could go, Y/n.” He told you. “You can fix it right?”
You made your way around the couch, rushing to Sam’s side and guiding him to sit on the cushions, continuing your conversation with Bucky all the while.
“I work in the maternity ward, Buck.” You reminded him.
Sam’s mouth dropped and Natasha, still standing in the doorway watched the conversation playing out between you and Bucky, still unsure of who you were.
Sam angled his neck to face Bucky from his seat on the couch. “You took me to a gynecologist?”
“She’s a doctor!” Bucky shouted at Sam, gesturing wildly with his hands.
“A maternity doctor!” Sam shouted back. “Do I look like-”
“If you don't want her help then-”
“Stop it!” You shouted, breaking up the useless, unnecessary conversation between the two men. They both went silent at the sound of your raised voice, turning back to face you. “Buck, go get my kit from the bathroom, okay?”
He quickly nodded, heading out of the room. As he did, you turned to Natasha who was still standing in the doorway.
“We need to get this suit off. I can’t work through it.”
She nodded, making her way across the living room, kneeling in front of Sam. Pulling a knife out of the holster at the side of her leg, she began slicing through the shoulder of his suit so that the two of you could take it off without raising his arms, affecting the wound.
When Bucky strolled back into the room, carrying your kit in his hands, Sam turned to him while Natasha continued to slice at his suit.
“So... how come she gets to call you ‘Buck’ and I can't?” He asked.
You smiled as you opened the kit, pulled gloves over your hands and set up your materials at your side. Slipping the jacket off of his shoulders, Bucky replied.
“Because she’s my girlfriend.”
A silence hung in the room for a moment as Natasha and Sam took their time to process the words that had just come out of Bucky’s mouth. It was almost impossible for them to comprehend that he had a life outside of the business they got into or that he could care for someone in such a way. The idea of someone like Bucky living out a domestic life in his free time was unbelievable.
“Wait your... but you...” Sam stumbled through his words, turning to look between you and the grumpy, 106 year-old man he had gotten to know over the past few years. Finally he broke into a smile, chuckling. “No way.”
You laughed, grabbing a seat from your dining table and pulling it up to Sam, plopping yourself down in it. Pulling your tray of materials towards him, you smiled. “Yes way. Good to know he’s mentioned me.”
You looked over your shoulder and winked at your boyfriend who was leaning against the wall behind you, his arms crossed.
“I’m just protecting you, doll.” He smirked. “You know that.”
Natasha tore off the last piece of the suit, stepping away from Sam, sinking herself into a nearby armchair.
“Gross.” She commented at the sound of the pet name Bucky held for you.
Laughing at her comment, you leaned forward, a cotton swab with numbing jelly in your hand. 
“I know, baby. I’m just messing with you.” You told your boyfriend before turning your attention back to Sam. When you noticed him eyeing you warily, you said. “You can trust me. I may work in the maternity ward, but I know what I’m doing.”
He then nodded and watched as you pressed the swab against his shoulder holding it in place. As you continued applying a light pressure, Sam finally took in your surroundings, now noticing the framed photos scattered along the walls and surfaces of you and Bucky, of Bucky and Steve from back in the day and of you and- who Sam assumed were- your friends. He didn’t know how he didn’t see all of them when he first came in, being able to realize that you and Bucky shared the space as a home.
“How did you even lock this down?” Sam asked, glancing up towards Bucky.
Natasha, kicking back in her seat laughed. “Rogers always said you were ‘quite the ladies’s man’ back in the good ol’ days, Barnes. Who knew you still had it in you?”
Rather than play into their game, Bucky rolled his eyes, sitting down on the coffee table, grumbling to himself.
Sam turned back towards you. “So what did it?”
You glanced at your wrist watch, pulling the swab off of Sam’s shoulder, tossing it to your side and instead picking up what Sam thought to have looked like a sort of tweezer as he watched.
“What do you mean?” You asked, a light smile playing on your lips.
You knew this conversation was making your boyfriend want to kick everyone out of your shared appointment and that the only thing stopping him was that you were currently taking a bullet out of one of their shoulders.
“Like what did it, you know?” Sam asked, laughing. “Was it the staring? It was the staring wasn't it? He stares all the god damn time. It pisses me right off.”
You grinned, continuing the conversation as you slipped the tweezer into Sam’s bullet wound, hoping to distract him. Once you pulled the bullet out successfully and dropped it onto the table besides you, you grabbed the materials to stitch the hole closed.
“He does stare a lot, doesn’t he?” You laughed. “You’re right though actually. I caught him staring at me at a bar and slipped him my number. I figured he was too nervous to ask for it. That was what? Two years ago now?" You asked, looking over your shoulder at your boyfriend.
"Yeah something like that." Bucky replied, nonchalantly.
He was trying to act casual in front of his friends. That night was two years and three months ago to the day and he knew it when you asked. Bucky Barnes wished he could forget about a lot of things in his extended lifetime, but until the day he dies he swore to himself he would never forget the night he met you. Seeing you sitting across the bar from him changed his life for the better and he never wanted that to end. So much so that little did you know that he had bought a ring for you six months ago with the help of his best friend and most trusted confidant, but until the right moment arises it continues to sit in his locked safe in your shared bedroom.
“God, man, I can’t believe you kept this a secret for that long!” Sam exclaimed before cringing as he watched you slip the needle into his skin. “And to think- I thought we were friends.”
Your boyfriend rolled his eyes. “We’re coworkers.”
“You know what? That hurt.” Sam shook his head, pausing, before turning back to Natasha. “You’re pretty quiet. This antique has had a secret girlfriend for two years and you’ve got nothing to say?”
At his comment, Natasha stopped staring at the pictures on the wall, instead turning back to the group.
“Two years huh?” She asked. “That means Rogers knew didn’t he?”
Suddenly Bucky was very interested in staring at his hands as a silence washed over the room. You knew Steve leaving to travel back to the past a few months ago was still a sensitive subject for your boyfriend. Despite the fact that the other Avengers- or former Avengers- knew nothing of your existence, you had met Steve more times than you could count and you knew how important his friendship was to Bucky.
“Uh... yeah.” Bucky answered finally, clearing his throat.
Saving your boyfriend from the awkward conversation surrounding a touchy subject, you finished the last of your stitches on Sam, leaning back in your seat,  pulling off your gloves and dropping the materials at your side.
“There!” You announced. “All done! Just try not to move that spot too much for the next few weeks, okay?”
“That’s easier said than done.” Sam said, smiling, glancing at his stitched up wound. “Not everyone just has a metal arm that can do the job for them.”
You laughed, maneuvering your way around the couch and into the kitchen to rinse the remainders of blood from your hands in the sink. As the warm water ran on top of your hands, you felt the unmistakable cold touch of vibranium wrap around your waist. As you scrubbed your hands in the sink, a hint of a smile gracing your face, you felt your boyfriend’s other hand tuck the piece of hair that had fallen into your face behind your ear.
“Thanks for doing that. I know I put you in a weird spot.” He almost whispered, leaving a light kiss on your cheek.
You heard the sound of Sam laughing at something Natasha had just said in the other room and shrugged.
“You don’t have to thank me, Buck.” You said. “Honestly... I kind of liked it. Not that Sam was shot or anything obviously- that’s awful and it’s terrifying that if it were somewhere else he could’ve died- but it’s good to feel... I don’t know... needed like that.”
You turned off the faucet and the second you did, your boyfriend handed you the towel, unwrapping his arm from around your waist and stepping back to look at you.
“But you are needed?” He said, leaning on the countertop. “I wouldn’t be able to do any of this or anything without you.”
You shrugged again, drying your hands.
“I know, Bucky. That’s not...” You sighed. “That’s not what I mean. I don’t know... it just kind of feels... cool.”
“Cool?” He asked, quirking his eyebrows and grinning at you while he said it.
You groaned.
“Yes! It made me feel cool!” You said, throwing the rag on the counter. “You guys are legitimate superheroes. All of you live like you’re in some action movie most days so yeah- it made me feel kind of cool to be included. Maybe you don’t notice it after all this time, but it felt exciting to me.”
He flashed you a smile, pushing himself off of the counter to rest his hands on your waist.
“So, you like heroes, huh?” He asked, clearly teasing you.
Although he was flirting by attempting to tease you for what you had just said, he admittedly felt his heart fill a bit more knowing that you thought of him as a hero.
You smiled, pulling on the dog tags that hung around his neck, teasing him right back.
“No, but I do like 106-year-old grumpy old men who have me stitch up their superhero friends.”
“I’m not grumpy.” He pouted.
“The first step is acceptance, babe.” You fake pouted, stepping back from his arms and lightly tapping him on the cheek. “Now go ask your superhero friends if they want anything to drink.”
Just as you finished your sentence you heard a shout from the other room.
“I’ll have a water if you don’t mind!”
At the sound of his voice you and Bucky turned towards each other, eyes wide.
“Were you eavesdropping?” Bucky called from the kitchen back to Sam who was sat in the living room, separated by a wall.
“Thin walls!” Sam called.
“I’d hate to be your neighbors!” Natasha added.
As tough as your boyfriend was, you watched as he became flustered, knowing the others had just heard him flirting with you in the kitchen. You laughed, patting him on the shoulder before grabbing two waters from the fridge and making your way back into the living room, handing one to each of your uninvited guests. Bucky followed behind you as you plopped yourself back down on the couch watching a conversation between Natasha, Bucky and Sam unfold.
While Bucky and Sam had a harmless argument about the mission they had just been on, you felt a soft pat on your arm and turned to see Nat facing you.
“About what you said in the kitchen-” She began.
Remembering what you had told Bucky in the kitchen minutes before about them being movie-like superheroes, you grew embarrassed.
“Oh God! I’m sorry. You really don’t have to mention it-” You said, cutting her off.
“No, seriously.” She told you. “For what it’s worth, I wouldn’t have been able to fix him up like that. It was nice to have you there.”
As badly as you wanted to play it cool in front of her, you couldn’t help but smile. As embarrassing as you thought it was for them to hear everything you told your boyfriend in confidence, you meant every word you had said and it meant a lot for Natasha to acknowledge you in such a way.
“Thanks. That means a lot.” You smiled.
When you turned back in your seat, you noticed that the conversation between Sam and Bucky had ended and that they both were turned towards you and Natasha.
“Yeah, thanks for that, Y/n. I think I would have rather bled out then let her fix it.” Sam added and Natasha scoffed. “Hey, now that we know you exist we could use you! It’d be nice to have someone keep this robot in check.” He shrugged at your boyfriend.
Whether it was because he was genuinely enjoying himself or it was just because he was beside you, Bucky chuckled at Sam’s comment, stretching his arm over your shoulders as the two of you sat on the couch chatting with the two of them.
“I’d like that.” You laughed, leaning comfortably into your boyfriend. “Oh! Does that mean I can get a metal arm too-”
Before you could even finish your sentence, your boyfriend cut you off.
“Absolutely not.”
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uraveragelonelygay · 3 years
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Rocky Road
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Requested: Yes
Summary: After Bruce disappears, abandoning Nat, you help put the pieces of her broken heart back together. When Bruce comes back from Ragnarok and professes his love for Nat, will she reject him? Or will she break your heart and run back into his arms?
Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!reader
Word Count: 1.9k
Warnings: Bruce trying to be a homewrecker
A/N: Hey besties! Sorry about already being behind schedule, the writer’s block hit me hard with this one. I’m still not feeling fabulous about it, but it’s better than what I almost posted last night lol. Please enjoy!
Also...see what I did with the title?
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“He’s gone.”
You looked up from your mission report to see your best friend staring at you from the entrance to your room, heartbreak evident on her face and tear stains on her cheeks.
Worry consumed your features. “Who’s gone?”
“Bruce. He’s in stealth mode. He disappeared. He left me,” she said, her voice cracking as more tears left her eyes.
You rose from your bed and quickly made your way to her, wrapping your arms around her and holding her tightly.
“Oh Tasha, I’m so sorry.”
She responded with a choked sob, which broke your heart.
Nat was never one to show her emotions. Not even you had ever seen her so vulnerable, and the two of you had been friends since Bucky brought you to the compound years ago. So seeing her so broken was new territory for you. But you didn’t let it shock you, simply holding her tighter with one arm and running your fingers through her hair with the other.
“It’s alright, just let it out, I’m here. I’m not leaving, I’m here for you.”
Once her sobs died down, you pulled away from her, guiding her to sit down on your bed.
“You wanna hang out here for a while? I have ice cream.”
She smiled at you weakly. “You had me at ice cream.”
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Six months passed, along with endless cartons of ice cream, nights of tears and laughter, words of comfort, and butterflies. Wait, what?
Oh, that’s right. In the process of mending her broken heart, you may or may not have fallen for your best friend. But you always figured it wasn’t the right time to tell her. You didn’t want to spring this information on her when she was still recovering from Bruce leaving.
You figured you would probably never tell her. After all, she was in love with Bruce Banner. Genius, caring, sweet, and, you know, not previously a brainwashed assassin. There’s no way she would want you. So you decided to keep your mouth shut. Well, that is, until two weeks ago.
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You had just gotten back from a week-long solo mission. It was a successful mission, but that didn’t mean you didn’t come back bruised and exhausted, both physically and emotionally. You walked in your room, planning on taking a shower and then falling dead asleep, but you were met with the sight of a certain red headed avenger sitting on your bed with a carton of your favorite ice cream and two spoons.
“What are you doing here?” You asked tiredly.
She smiled tenderly at you.
“Did you really think I wouldn’t be here waiting with open arms after your mission?” She asked.
You smiled, sitting next to her on the bed and grabbing a spoon from her before resting your head on her shoulder.
“Thank you, Tasha,” you said softly, “You really didn’t have to.”
She grabbed your free hand gently and squeezed it.
“I wanted to. Anything for my favorite person.”
“God, I love you,” you blurted out without thinking, your eyes widening at your declaration.
Nat’s head snapped to face you at your words.
“Holy shit, I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have-”
Your words were cut off by a pair of lips softly capturing yours. You kissed back, smiling into the kiss. Eventually, Nat pulled away, resting her forehead against yours.
“I love you too.”
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And thus, your relationship with Nat began. You had never felt so lucky. It was an easy adjustment, as the two of you had already spent the majority of your time together, only now there was no need for longing gazes, no need to resist the urge to kiss one another or hold one another close.
You were happy. You loved and felt loved in return. But deep down, you wondered. What if Bruce had never left? Would you still have received the Black Widow’s affections?
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You didn’t have to wait long to find out.
“Ms. Y/L/N, Agent Romanoff has returned from her mission. It appears to have taken a toll on her,” the computer program told you.
You got up from your bed, heading over to your freezer.
“Thank you, F.R.I.D.A.Y, is she in her room?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
You grabbed a pint of ice cream from your freezer and headed towards her room.
You stopped when you heard voices talking. One was your girlfriend’s, and one was...no. No, no, no. This couldn’t be happening.
But it was. Bruce was back and he was talking to your girlfriend.
You stepped to the side of the door in shock. And then you heard what the voices were saying.
“Bruce, what are you saying?” Natasha asked, breathless.
“I’m saying that I’m in love with you. I shouldn’t have run. But I promise to never run again. I’m here now. And I want to be with you. Say you want to be with me too,” Bruce pleaded.
Then there was silence. You couldn’t stand there listening any longer, so you decided to knock on the door. But as you stood in front of the door that was cracked open, you saw something.
Bruce and Nat. Kissing.
You felt your heart shatter at the sight, dropping the pint of ice cream and sprinting back to your room. You angrily wiped the tears from your face. You didn’t deserve to cry. You were the stupid one, thinking she could ever love you as much as she loved Bruce.
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Nat pushed Bruce away with force.
“What the fuck? You can’t just-” She was interrupted by a thud right outside her door. She hurried to investigate, and froze when she saw it. A pint of ice cream. She picked it up and looked at it. Rocky Road. How accurate.
“Shit,” she muttered.
“Tasha-”
“Don’t call me that.” Natasha cut him off angrily. “Don’t you fucking dare. You have no place in my heart anymore, do you understand?”
 And with that, she left the room and headed to yours, making a pit stop in the kitchen on her way.
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“I should’ve known,” you said quietly, tears rolling down your cheeks.
You were sitting on your bed with Bucky and Steve on either side of you.
“Should’ve known what, doll?” Bucky asked.
“I should’ve known that if it came down to it, she would choose him. How could I possibly compare? I don’t come close to him.”
“That is bullshit,” Steve started.
“Language,” Bucky cut in, causing you to let out a wet laugh.
Steve rolled his eyes before continuing, “Y/N, you are a complete and total catch. Natasha is missing out. That’s on her. You shouldn’t-”
He is interrupted by a knock on the door.
“Y/N? We need to talk,” Nat’s voice sounded through the door and you tensed.
Bucky and Steve exchanged glances before Steve stood up and went to the door, opening it with a glare on his face aimed at the redhead on the other side. She had a guilty expression on her face and a pint of your favorite ice cream in her hands.
“Nat, I think you should leave,” he said coldly.
“Steve, please, I need to talk to Y/N,” she pleaded.
Bucky rolled his eyes before standing up and joining his boyfriend by the door.
“If you came to break up with her, don’t bother. She got the message,” he said.
“No, you don’t understand, it wasn’t what it looked like, if you’ll just-”
“She can come in,” you spoke quietly and all three pairs of eyes snapped to you.
“Are you sure, doll?” Bucky asked softly, to which you nodded.
“I want to hear what she has to say,” you said.
The boys shared a look, and then nodded. On the way out, Steve looked at Nat, a dangerous look in his eyes. “Don’t fuck this up, Romanoff.”
Nat nodded nervously, and then the boys were gone, leaving just the two of you in the room.
“Y/N, what you saw, that wasn’t-”
“It’s okay, Tasha,” you said softly. “I get it. He’s smart, funny, kind, and pretty much everything I’m not. I could never measure up, I get why you would choose him, especially-”
“That’s enough.” She said sternly. “I refuse to listen to you talk about the love of my life like that.”
Your eyes widened. “You mean…”
She approached you on the bed, her eyes soft. She took your hands in hers and held them gently. “I choose you. Always, I choose you. What you saw? That was Bruce pushing himself on me. You missed the part where I pushed him off of me and basically told him to fuck off,” she said with a small smirk.
“But why?”
She looked at you lovingly.
“Because, moya lyubov, you are the best thing to ever happen to me. It breaks my heart to know you don’t see yourself the way I do. I see someone who is beautiful, and caring, and forgiving, and patient, and brave, and the list could go on forever so feel free to stop me when-”
You smashed your lips against hers in a passionate, salty kiss as the both of you cried out of love for each other. You only stopped when your lungs burned for air, Nat pressing a kiss to your forehead before pulling you to her chest and holding you close.
“I’m sorry,” you said.
Nat looked down at you with confusion. “For what, malyshka?”
“I almost ruined everything, I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions like that,” you said, remorse filling your eyes.
But Nat simply shook her head, running her fingers through your hair and pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head.
“You didn’t ruin a damn thing,” she said. “I love you too much to let you walk out of my life without a fight, do you understand me?”
You hugged her tightly, tears of joy slipping out of your eyes.
Nat pulled away to grab the pint of ice cream next to her, offering you a spoon. She then settled in next to you, one hand holding yours and the other holding her spoon. The two of you began to eat, not bothering with conversation. Both of you were content to just enjoy each other’s presence.
Unfortunately the moment was short-lived.
“Agent Romanoff, Dr. Banner has asked me to inform you that he would like to speak to you,” F.R.I.D.A.Y spoke.
You tensed beside Nat, but she squeezed your hand gently before speaking softly to you. “I choose you. And I’ll keep reminding you of that until you believe me.”
Then, her tone of voice shifted as her words became directed at the AI.
“F.R.I.D.A.Y, you can tell Bruce that I’m spending time with my girlfriend and he can kindly go fuck himself,” she said coldly, causing you to giggle at her antics.
“Tasha?”
“Yes?”
“I love you.”
She smiled, kissing you softly.
“I love you too,” she said sincerely, before smirking at you playfully. “You know, it may have been a Rocky Road, but I wouldn’t change it for the world.”
You raised your eyebrows at her.
“Natasha Romanoff, did you just make an ice cream pun? That was the dumbest shit I have ever heard,” you laughed.
She shoved you playfully.
“Shut up, you love me.”
You smiled, resting your head on her shoulder.
“Yeah. I do.”
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jamiewintons · 2 years
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Together in Death (Thomas Thorne/F!Reader)
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Summary: Hoping to protect Thomas from your father, you break your engagement and his heart in the process. A week later, Thomas perishes in a duel. You go to the place of his death to pay your respects, and find that fate might have more in store for the two of you.
Warnings/Tags: Character Death. Angst. Fluff. Reader's father is not nice. Regency Era. Mention of Francis Button (🤢).
A/N: This was supposed to be written for one of the kiss prompts, but the story got away from me and very soon, it no longer fit the prompt whatsoever and so, it became its own story. I hope you enjoy it, and as always reblogs are very much appreciated!
Word Count: 1264
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Your relationship with Thomas Thorne had been a happy one, though you couldn't have been lucky enough for it to stay that way.
The two of you had been madly in love, and had actually been engaged to be married, although secretly. Your parents had never liked Thomas, thinking him to be too irresponsible and eccentric to make a good husband for you. You had planned to elope, but before you could get away your father found out about your plans.
He gave you a choice, break off the engagement, or he would make things 'difficult' for Thomas. You had no idea what that meant, but your father was not a kind man so you did not wish to find out. You loved Thomas far too much to put him in any danger. And so, you wrote a letter to him, telling him that you would not marry him, as your feelings for him had left you. It was harsh, but it was better to break his heart than have him come into any danger.
However, you soon found out that what you had done had not helped him at all.
About a week after you broke off your engagement, you received news that Thomas had died. According to Thomas' cousin Francis -- who had arrived at your home to inform you of what had happened -- he had been so distraught after reading your letter that he had challenged an officer to a duel that he could not win, over the smallest slight. The officer had shot him in the back, and Thomas had perished a few minutes after.
You cried for hours and hours after you heard what had happened. The snide comment that your father had made about you being better off with Thomas gone only hurt you further. In your grief you had decided to travel to Higham House, the place of Thomas' death, so you could get a chance to say goodbye to him.
Francis had told you that Thomas had died resting up against a tree on the grounds, and when you saw it, somehow you just knew that was where it had happened. You walked over to the tree, placing the flowers you had brought with you underneath it, purple hyacinths, to symbolise your regret.
You kneeled down before the tree as if in prayer, tears streaming down your cheeks as you touched the earth where your beloved had taken his final breaths just hours ago.
"Thomas, my love, I cannot express how sorry I am. I lied when I said that I did not love you anymore and that I did not wish to marry you. I know it does not change anything, but I believed that I was protecting you from my father... I never imagined something like this would happen! I hope you can forgive me, my dearest, and know that I will always love you and think about you forever."
You stayed there for a while, crying and thinking about the life that you and Thomas could have had together. Everything would have been perfect had your father not discovered your engagement and destroyed your chances at happiness. You hated him, but it wasn't like there was anything you could do. With Thomas gone, he was likely to try and marry you off to some man that he approved of, one of his rich businessman friends that would be far too old and not care for you beyond being his pretty young trophy wife.
But there was nowhere else you could go, and so, you would have to return home now before he realised you were gone. You stood, your knees sore from kneeling for so long and feeling utterly exhausted from grief.
That was probably why you tripped. You scrambled to steady yourself, but could not, and you didn't even have time to make a noise before you had fallen backward and hit your head against the tree, hard. It only took a few moments for the life to drain out of you and for your vision to fade.
How fitting that you and your true love would both die against the same tree.
*
You didn't know how long it had been when you opened your eyes again. Perhaps it didn't really matter. All you could really take notice of was the face that you saw when you did.
"Thomas...?" you said, astounded. This was impossible. It had to be a dream. How could you be seeing his smiling face looking at you once again?
"Oh, Y/N, my sweetest angel..." Thomas beamed at you, holding both of your hands between his own. "It seems that after everything that has happened, fate still could not keep us apart for long."
"What... what is... I don't understand..." You wanted to be happy to see Thomas, and you were, of course, but your utter confusion was overriding any joy you were feeling. "What happened? How can this be possible?"
"When I saw you out here through the window, my curiosity got the better of me and I had to know why you had come. I was certainly not expecting to see you again after I had received your letter," Thomas explained, and the smile had still not left his face.
You dropped your gaze to the ground, unable to look at him. Even if you did not mean what you had written in that letter it still pained you to think that you had done so.
"But when I heard your beautiful words and saw you weep for me, I could not bear to be mad for a second longer. Oh, how I wished to wipe away your tears and see your radiant smile again! But I could not, so I simply stayed by your side and hoped to be some comfort, even if you could not see me."
"And then...? How... how am I seeing you?"
"When you stood to leave, you tripped. Your head hit the tree and then it was the end. There was nothing that could have been done." His expression turned sad as he spoke of your death. Even though it had allowed the two of you to be together once more, it was still a horrible loss of life. "And now, it seems you have become a ghost, just as I have."
Of course. It all came back to you in the span of a few seconds. You had been planning to go back home and you had fallen, you remembered now.
"So, this is real. I am not dreaming?" You looked to your hands, still cradled between Thomas'. There was no way it could be a dream, you could feel the warmth of his touch. He was really there. Thomas nodded.
You took a moment to contemplate the information. It seemed ridiculous, but the evidence was right in front of you, was it not? And even if it was not real, and simply an incredibly vivid dream, was that really so bad? If it were a dream, you hoped it would never end. "Oh, Thomas, how I've missed you!"
Thomas rose to his feet and gently brought you up with him. He let go of your hands, instead taking you into his arms and embracing you lovingly, like he never wished to let you go. "I have missed you too, my darling. So much."
It would take you a while to fully adjust to being dead, but it wasn't so bad, knowing that you and Thomas could truly be together forever. Just as you had always wanted.
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favefandomimagines · 3 years
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Give Me A Reason to Stay (b.b.)
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Summary: the battle is over, you can finally breathe. but will bucky give you a reason to stay with him in Louisiana? 
AN: inspired by the finale of tfaws! so potential spoilers and obvs i’m gonna include some angst (stark!reader)
You finally caught a moment to breathe after what felt like years of fighting. After so long of going from one disaster to the next, you could finally stop and pause. Actually enjoy life for once. 
Since your father died, you never stopped moving. Being CFO of Stark Industries, helping Wanda escape the authorities after her grief induced episode and then Sam and Bucky called you for help. It never seemed to stop. 
But, after Karli died and the rest of the Flag Smashers gone, you could take your well deserved pause. At least for a little while before your inherited work called. 
Sam invited you to come to his home town in Louisiana for a celebration of sorts and you couldn’t say no. Him telling you that Bucky was going to be there was also a selling point. 
You and Bucky had a complicated history. You helped Sam and Steve stop him and HYDRA and then went on the manhunt for him. Even after finding out he killed your grandparents, you were still there. You understood that it wasn’t Bucky’s mind, just his body. You were there in Wakanda and helped set him free from his trigger words. 
But nothing ever progressed from the stolen looks, the longing glances and the quick touches. The amount of times Bucky Barnes saved your life and threatened others who tried to hurt you, you thought he felt something for you. But the nagging feeling in the back of your head told you that you were wrong. 
At the celebration, the many neighborhood kids were gathered around you as you created stars in your hands, almost like your own personal galaxy. The kids thought it was magic and you rather liked that perspective on your powers. 
Bucky and Sam were talking with Sarah and some other neighbors but Bucky couldn’t focus on the conversation when he was too busy watching you. 
Your smile was so wide that he thought it could light up a city block. You looked genuinely happy, a look he hadn’t seen on you in a long time. It was refreshing and your happiness made him happy. 
“You’re being creepy.” Sam commented, nudging the super soldier. “What?” Bucky asked. “You’re staring.” Sam said. “I-I was not staring.” He stammered. “You so were. Just tell her how you feel already. I can assure you she feels the same way.” Sam told him. “I can’t just tell her.” Bucky rebutted. “Yes, yes you can. What are you afraid of?” Sam asked.
The 106 year-old man paused for a moment as he continued to stare at you. “I can’t be the one that causes her more pain.” He said. Sam furrowed his eyebrows at Bucky’s answer. “She’s been through too much already. Losing Natasha, watching her father die, the nightmares she has. I’m not back to myself yet and I can’t cause her anymore pain.” Bucky explained. 
The conversation was cut short when you approached the two men. “I’m so sorry, Sam. Pepper just called and said the donors are pulling out of the eco-friendly power source project we’re working on. She needs my help fixing it.” You told them. 
“Do you really have to go?” Sam asked. “Unfortunately. Pepper says she can do it on her own, she did it before I was old enough but since my name is still attached to the company, I have to go. Board meeting at 9 tomorrow.” You explained. “I’ll go grab Sarah, she’s going to insist on giving you leftovers to take.” Sam said, giving you a nice smile. 
You turned to Bucky who was very quiet since you walked over. “So, you’re really going back?” He asked you. “Yeah. Unless you give me a reason to stay.” You answered honestly. And rather boldly.
Bucky wanted to say something so bad. He wanted to tell you that he loved you and wanted you to stay with him there but the words didn’t come out. And if he was already feeling bad before, the look on your face broke his heart. 
You gave him a tight lipped smile, a small head nod before you walked away from him. He watched as you slapped a fake smile on, say goodbye to Sarah and Sam before leaving the party rather quickly. 
“What the happened with Y/N?” Sarah asked approaching Bucky. “Nothing. She just had to go.” Bucky lied. Sam saw right through it obviously. Something had happened between you and Bucky and he was determined to find out and play cupid. 
“What really happened?” Sam asked. “She asked me to give her a reason to stay. And I didn’t say anything.” Bucky answered. “Come on, man. You love her, she loves you. Y/N wouldn’t give you the time of day if she couldn’t handle your baggage. You need each other more than you want to admit, Buck.” Sam said.
Bucky sighed and cursed himself for letting you go. “Okay, what do I do?” He asked. “Go to New York. Pull a rom-com move and crash that board meeting and tell her that you love her.” Sam answered.
And Bucky did just that. He got on the first flight to New York and came up with a whole speech in his head for what he was going to say to you.
He made it at the nick of time and was surprised he still had security clearance to the building. When he arrived to the correct floor, he saw Pepper standing in the hallway.
“Bucky, I didn’t expect to see you here.” She said to him. “Where’s Y/N? I need to talk to her.” Bucky said. “She’s in the conference room, preparing for the meeting.” Pepper answered.
Bucky practically ran to the conference room and almost broke down the door.
“B-Bucky?” You questioned. “I love you, Y/N. You asked me to give you a reason to stay and I was scared. Scared that I’d cause you more pain and you don’t deserve that after what you’ve been through. But I can’t deny that I love you anymore.” Bucky confessed.
You were at a loss for words, not really expecting a love confession from Bucky Barnes. “You love me?” You questioned quietly. “Yes. I love you.” He said. “Come back to Louisiana with me. We can start over, have the life we both deserve. Or, I can come back here and you can still help Pepper run Stark Industries. I don’t care as long as I get a chance at a life with you.” Bucky added.
“You really mean that?” You asked. “I really do mean that.” He answered. He watched you intently as you processed everything Bucky had just told you.
You looked down at your presentation notes before you picked them up and folded the papers in half. “Friday, can you bring Pepper into the conference room please?” You asked the AI. “Of course, Ms. Stark.” It said.
You and Bucky waited in a tension filled silence when the door opened. “What’s going on?” Pepper asked. “I think it’s time I sign those papers.” You told her.
Pepper smiled widely at you, happy that you were choosing yourself over the company for once. “It’s about time.” She commented. “I’ll go get them drawn up.” She added before leaving the room.
“Wait what papers?” Bucky asked. “I’m giving every aspect of the company to Pepper. I’ll no longer be listed as an executive for Stark Industries. Which means, I can go anywhere I want for as long as I want.” You explained.
“You mean-“ Bucky started. “I’m going to Louisiana with you. For however long you’ll have me.” You interjected. Bucky laughed lightly as he made his way over to you, cupped your face in his hands and kissed you deeply.
It was a feeling you both had been waiting for and it was one that was definitely worth the wait. You had been putting off your personal life out of fear it wouldn’t work but now you just wanted to be with each other. No matter what happens down the line.
“And if it wasn’t obvious, I love you too.” You said once you parted. “I’d hope so, doll.” Bucky replied.
You and Bucky approached the large gathering of people with food in your hands, saying your hellos and giving out hugs and handshakes.
“There you two are! I was wondering if you’d ever show!” Sam scolded you two. “What do you expect? We’re newlyweds.” You laughed. “And it’s about damn time it happened too.” Sarah commented.
You sat down at the picnic table, Bucky resting his flesh hand on your thigh. You stared down at the ring on your finger quite fondly and thought of your dad. Hoping he’d be proud of letting the company go three years ago and living your life to its fullest.
“Aunt Y/N! Can we see the stars again?” Cass asked with all of his friends behind him. “Can’t say no to a future leading astronomer now can I?” You teased the boy. You got up from the table and stood a few feet away, creating the stars with your hands like you had years prior.
Again, Bucky watched you fondly but this time he wasn’t pining after you, hoping he’d build the courage to tell you how he felt. He was watching you as his wife and as his future.
“You really do love her, don’t you?” Sam asked. “Yeah. I really do.” Bucky answered, a smile adorning his face. “You’re going to be amazing parents.” Sarah added. “Parents?” Bucky questioned. “Oh no she hasn’t told you yet.” Sarah said, standing up from the table.
“Is Y/N,” Bucky started. “Am I what?” You asked. Bucky turned to you and rose from his seat so he could stand eye to eye with you. “Are you pregnant?” He asked.
You looked behind him and glared at Sarah before staring back at Bucky. “Yeah, yeah I am. You’re gonna be dad James Bucky Barnes.” You told him with a watery smile.
Just the thought of bringing a child into the world with Bucky made you more emotional than you thought possible.
“I’m gonna be a dad?” Bucky questioned. You nodded your head and Bucky scooped you up in his arms and if felt like everything was falling into place.
After 109 years of not having an ounce of peace or feeling as if he was a monster and a burden, he was getting the life he had always dreamed of. And he got to do it all with you.
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absolutelyfizzing · 3 years
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he promised
poe dameron x reader
description - Poe always promised he would come back from missions. One time he doesn't. (Ends in fluff i promise i promise)
warnings - depression?, anxiety?, fem pronouns, talk of injury and death, grief, fluff at the end, use of petnames, reader gets carried for a while and sits on a lap, mentions of eating and eating avoidance (not ed)
word count - 3800
A/N - so this was an oops. I wrote this hella fast but i was in the zone and i am pretty happy with the emotionally devastating product. I promise it has a happy ending i just dont want to give too much away. I feel like for maximum emotional damage you need to be a little in the dark. anyway, forgive me
MASTERLIST
You were stood in the command center with your hands wringing together. No matter how many missions Poe went on, the waiting was always hell. How were you supposed to remain sane when the love of your life was out fighting a battle that he might not come back from. That you might never see him again. He always reassured you that he would always come back to you. That you never had anything to worry about. You tried to believe him, and for the most part you did, but that didn't prevent you from being worried when he was gone.
You listened through the coms, trying to keep track of what was happening during the battle. Leia let you stay in there because she had a soft spot for you, as well as the pilot you were worried about. You were thankful she let you listen in on every mission, it meant that you weren't alone worrying in the room you shared with Poe. The conversation over coms was rushed and loud, they were scared and that made your heart beat faster.
'I have to go through, they're gonna come after us if I don't.' You heard your fiance yell. Worry stuck in the pit of your stomach, he was going to take a risk, you could feel it.
'Poe, it's not worth it. We should get out of here while we still can'. You agreed, wanting him to get out of there as soon as possible. You prayed he would listen and just get out.
'I have to try, I can't go back knowing that they could be following us to base.'
'Poe wait-' You heard someone rush out before comotion ensued again. You could feel your heart in your throat. You could have cried. After a minute of listening to pure chaos, nobody in the control room dared to speak a word. Everyone was waiting for an indication of what to do from the squadron. You found yourself zoning out in your worry. You were only broken out of your trance when you heard your fiance's name.
'Poe is down.' You stopped breathing.
"Down? What do you mean down?" You heard Leia call over comms.
'I'm sorry commander, he got hit. His X-Wing engine got shot and he was heading to crash on the planet right below us, his coms died. There's no way to know if he made it through but I don't know many who could take that crash and live. We have to head out and hope he comes back to base but I wouldn't get my hopes up.'
"Get out of there while you still can. We will have to worry about Poe when we gather our strength." Leia responded and the squadron called their understanding before the process of bringing them home began. You hadn't moved. You weren't sure if you had breathed. Your body was fully numb. You could feel eyes on you as everyone waited for you to respond. To show some emotion of your boyfriend having just gone MIA. You couldn't feel yourself though, your fingertips were numb, and you refused to believe he was dead. He promised. He told you he would come home.
Your brain was split between trying to grieve for the loss of the love of your life and trusting that he would be back. That he had to come back because he promised he would and he never breaks a promise. You felt hands on you and you realized you had fallen to sit in your spot. Leia was above you and was ushering you to your feet. You mindlessly let her push you somewhere and you barely even looked to see where you were going.
Eventually you showed up at your apartment door. You couldn't tell whether it felt like it had been instantaneous or an eternity to get there. Leia unlocked your door and pushed you inside and to the small couch that was stood in the living room-like space. The apartments were all very small, Poe had one a little bigger because he was housing with another person and because of his rank. Still, the extra amenities included a small couch, a smaller kitchen, and a window along the bedroom wall. When Leia sat you on the couch she kneeled in front of you. Her hand went to your cheek and you looked at her for the first time since you'd heard Poe go down. She seemed to almost be in tears but your eyes were dry. You didn't feel anything.
"Y/N, what can I do?" She asked gently. "Do you need anything?" You felt yourself shake your head and open your mouth like you were going to talk but closed it again as you thought.
"He said... He said he was coming back." You stated as if it changed the situation. "He promised." You mumbled.
"I know, Y/N. I am so sorry." She tried to console and your head shook. "We don't know what happened after he went down. You heard the team. He might contact us in the next few days, he is a smart man and he knows how to get a message out. But I don't want it to hurt you more if he never does." She tries to reason and you shook your head.
"No, you don't understand. He promised, " your head was spinning, "he's coming back." You felt tears fall down your face. When had you started crying? "He promised me that he was coming back home." Your voice broke which surprised you. Before you knew it you were crying into Leia's arms and you couldn't stop yourself. That was how you stayed with her for a while after, you weren't sure how long. She shed some tears of her own but eventually you both ran dry. You lost feeling again and you couldn't tell if it was better or worse. You made a decision. You wouldn't grieve over him until you were sure he was not coming back. You wouldn't mourn until you were sure.
The alternative was not, however, to recover. Instead you just stopped doing anything at all. You stopped eating, taking care of yourself, caring. Soon, your friends came in to talk to you. Instead of it being conversation though, they just talked at you. You couldn't bring yourself to respond or really even listen. Or maybe you did but you just couldn't remember. They would periodically come through to help you into a shower in which you just let the water run over you while someone else, you thought maybe Rey but you couldn't even recall, washed your hair. You drank water when they asked and would take a bite of food if they begged but other than that you might as well have been dead to the world. You almost hadn't realized how much of a vital part to your existence Poe was. How little you could bring yourself to do without him. You had thought you were prepared to be separated, you were in the middle of a war after all. Instead it was impossible to do anything without him and you wondered how long you could keep doing it.
This went on for a week. That was how long it took for them to declare him 'killed in action'. They felt that, if he was alive, he would have found a way to contact the base with the help of BB8 and local lifeforms. That was when you allowed yourself to grieve. The numbness turned into pain and it was a million times worse. You would have given anything to go back to numb.
You finally listened to your friends when they talked to you but their consolations did nothing to put you at ease. You still struggled to do anything but you complied with their pleads. You had been convinced, 2 weeks after the KIA announcement, to go to the canteen. To see people and interact. Finn pulled you along with an attempt at a smile on his face. Your face was blank but you tried to soften your eyes. You knew he was trying to help and he was grieving the loss of his best friend as well. When you were pulled into the large cafeteria, all noise ceased. You knew that they were looking at you and you guessed that they pitied you. You had seen yourself in the mirror that morning and you would have pitied you too. You got pulled to a table and Finn went to go get you and himself food.
People periodically came by and said hello or asked how you were as you tried to eat something. You responded with one word answers usually and you hadn't met anyone's eyes. You could feel yourself getting overwhelmed and decided you would head back to your room. You quietly thanked Finn for trying and left to the hallway.
Suddenly, alarms sounded. You were startled into awareness and people began running past you.
'ALL EMERGENCY CREW TO FLIGHT DECK'
You were curious about the alarm but you weren't emergency crew and you knew they didn't need any more bodies there than would already be there. That was until you heard someone as they rushed by as they talked to the medic next to them.
"Yeah I heard it was him but he went missing weeks ago." They sounded confused and continued jogging toward the flight deck. You feet started moving before you could even process it and it was the fastest you'd moved since he had gone missing. Since he had died.
When you got to the flight deck there was already a crowd. You could see over the see a people a beat up X-Wing. You thought you might have heard a droid. You elbowed your way to the front of the crowd, not apologizing when people grumbled their frustrations at you. When you made it to the front you were stood no more than 50 feet from him. He was soot covered and beat up but he was standing as he tried to wiggle out of the grasp of the medics. BB8 beeped and turned, spotting you. He made a loud excited noise and rushed to roll over to you and Poe turned at the sound. When he met your gaze he smiled.
You felt your knees give out and tears start to fall from your eyes. Your arms crossed over your stomach and you started to curl into a ball over your knees. A sob left you and suddenly large warm hands were on your shoulders.
"Y/N? My love, are you okay?" He rushed out, checking over you for injury as the medics still grumbled about needing to see him. His hand came under your chin to move your face so he was making eye contact with you. You let out another sob before grabbing his vest and pulling him into you, he kneeled to the ground as you clung to him and cried into his chest. He moved himself so he was sitting on the ground and he pulled you into his lap. You felt his hands on your back trying to soothe you but you couldn't stop crying. "I'm back. I'm so sorry I was gone but I'm back." He mumbled out as he kissed your head a few times.
"I'm so angry at you." You whispered and he almost laughed, just happy to hear your voice. You finally pulled your head out of his chest and kissed him like your life depended on it, like it was the last time you would ever see him. You pulled away so you were looking into his eyes. "Please don't leave me," you begged almost silently. You weren't even sure if he could hear you. "Please don't leave again."
"I'm not leaving, baby, I promise." He tried to calm you. "I'm right here. I'm okay."
You nodded, trying to convince yourself that he was real and he was here. You kissed him again just to check. You pulled away again, still trying to convince yourself.
"You died." You struggled out and Poe felt tears in his eyes as well. "You were dead, you crashed and you didn't make it and then they said you were gone." You said like that was what happened.
"I didn't die, my love. I'm right here. I'm alive, I'm okay." Poe pleaded and he grabbed your hand, bringing it up to his face so you could feel him. Your hand moved along is jaw which was now covered in stubble and grime. Your head shook like you were disagreeing with him but you were simply in disbelief.
"I love you" You mumbled as your eyes traced the lines of his face and tears fell from your eyes. He let a few tears fall as well before pressing meaningful kisses to every part of your face that he could reach.
You spent the next 2 hours like that. You wouldn't leave his hold and he didn't try to move you. The medics worked around you and everyone greeted him without disturbing you. You stayed, on his lap, curled into his chest. Your breathing had slowed to a normal pace and you were holding onto his vest tightly. Eventually, he had to be debriefed. He petted your hair and cooed at you to catch your attention.
"Y/N, my love," he whispered, "we have to get up now." He felt you nod but you made no move to get up from him. He took a breath before moving you off of his lap as you whined, standing up, and then picking you up so you could wrap yourself around him. You hummed contentedly into his chest and he had a smile on his face as he walked through the base.
"I love you." You whispered again into his chest. You had been doing it periodically every so often in the last 2 hours and every time Poe would repeat it back to you, kiss your head, or say something else. This time he chose to kiss your head.
"Baby, I have to go to the debriefing now and you know you can't come with me." He tried to say gently but he knew this separation might be hard for both of you. "I'm gonna put you down." He warned before encouraging your legs to go to the floor. You listened but didn't release his neck which you were also clung to. His hands fell to your waist and you both stood for a moment with your heads in each others necks and breathing deeply. "I'm gonna hand you off to Rey, okay?" He asked as he flagged down Rey from the hallway.
"Okay." You whispered, still not releasing him.
"Hey, Rey, sorry to bother you but could you keep Y/N company for a few minutes while I talk to Leia and the squadron?"
"Oh of course!" Rey chirped and you took a deep breath before releasing Poe. You let him kiss your cheeks and your nose before he walked the other direction toward the command center. You stared at him until Rey put her hand in yours and clasped it. You turned to look at her and for the first time in weeks, she saw you smile. "I'm so happy for you, Y/N." She assured and you believed her.
"Thank you." You whispered and another tear fell from you, this time of joy and happiness. Not grief.
"What do you say to heading to your room and get cleaned up a bit, yeah?" She tried and you nodded, following where her hand lead with one last glance toward the direction that Poe went.
"-the converter didnt even work until a day ago because the main power source broke down." Poe finished explaining his time on the planet he had crashed on and the rest of the squadron nodded and asked a few more questions. Once he was done, Finn met him outside the command center.
"So-" he paused, "I'm not sure how to say this nicely but most of your stuff went into the redistribution center because you were presumed dead." He rushed out. Poe took a moment to process and nodded.
"Well that's sort of a bummer. Could I borrow some of your stuff?" Poe asked, knowing it would take at least a day for him to get reassigned sets of uniforms.
"Yeah of course, that's why I'm standing here waiting for you. You could get cleaned up in my room too if you want. I know Y/N kept a few of your jackets and shirts but most of it got taken." The boys began to walk toward Finn's living quarters and there was a moment of silence before Poe asked something he wasn't sure he wanted the answer to.
"What happened when I was gone?" His throat felt dry suddenly and his words came out hoarse. "To Y/N I mean. Was she okay?" Poe wasn't sure what answer he wanted. He knew from your recent reaction that you were devastated, as he would have been, but he also knew he had a dangerous job. He might not come back from some other mission in the future and he hoped you would survive without him.
"Do you really want to know?" Finn questioned.
Poe nodded.
"I mean, she was broken." He paused to think. "She didn't talk to anyone for a week. Wouldn't move. Wouldn't cry. Rey had to help her shower and we had to beg her to eat. We almost sent her to the med wing because we thought she was gonna pass out from dehydration, she would barely take a sip of water." Poe's heart was in his throat but he was sure there was more. "Then you were pronounced KIA."
"Oh god."
"Yeah it wasn't pretty. They pulled your stuff out of your guys' room, took your name off the ledger. Leia let her keep some stuff but it was hard to watch. She finally cried, she just wouldn't stop. She was more responsive but she wasn't even moving towards okay. You could tell she was only doing what we were asking because we were begging. That she was doing it out of guilt. Today was actually the first day that I talked her into coming out of her room. She had been to the canteen for about an hour when she felt she needed to leave and then alarms sounded that you were back." Finn finished with a glance to his friend and Poe looked like he might throw up.
"I want her to be okay if I don't make it back one day." Poe tried to explain to his friend.
"She probably would have been functioning in a few months. She wouldn't have recovered but she would function. She's a strong woman, but she also loves you a lot. I mean, how would you react if she was killed on mission?" Poe could tell it was a rhetorical question but he thought about it very carefully. You were an engineer so you weren't called out on mission often, not nearly as often as him. When you were, he was worried sick the whole time. He hadn't really thought about how him being gone affected you before. Now looking back on it he kicked himself for it.
Poe thought about what he would have done if you had died and he thought that your reaction was probably mild. That he would have been unresponsive for weeks or even become violent with anger and grief. He knew that you were the one for him, the most important thing in his life, and without you he didn't know if he would find purpose in his life anymore. He fought in the war as hard as he did for you. To make the galaxy safer for you.
When he went MIA it was because he tried to take out a couple more imperial ships than he could handle. He only did it because he knew they would have followed them back to base if they left. Back to you. So he took the risk and it backfired but he knew he would do it again to try and keep the First Order away from you.
He was knocked out of his train of thought by the arrival at Finn's quarters. Poe tried to get cleaned up and dressed quickly, getting the grime off of himself and shaving his face. He hurried back to your shared quarters and when he entered his room he was greeted with your smiling face as you laughed.
You were sat on the bed, Rey on the other end, as you were talking about something which caught you in a fit of giggles. At the sound of him stepping into the room you looked at him and got up quickly to rush up and hug him tightly.
"Missed you." You mumbled into his chest. As he held you Rey silently nodded at Poe and left the room.
"Was only gone for a minute, honey bun." He reassured and you pulled your face back.
"You know I hate that one."
"Boo bear?" he teased and you shook your head no. "Munchkin?" nope. "honey bear?" no thank you. "Baby love?" You tilted your head a bit.
"I don't loathe that one."
"Sweetheart?"
"I like that one."
"Princess?"
"That's my favorite" You giggled and kissed him quickly for a moment. He could have cried at the sight of you giggling. He had missed that, you, the sounds you made, so goddamn much. More than he would ever put into words.
"I know it is, pretty girl." He smiled before picking you up and you squealed. He walked you over to the bed before dropping you on it and laying next to you. You climbed close to him, practically laying on his chest. His arm was snug around your waist and he left no room for you to move, not that you would have anyway. "How would you feel about going to bed, princess?" He almost whispered, not wanting to disrupt the fragile quiet in the room.
"Yes please. I love you Poe." You whispered back and closed your eyes a bit, focussing on his breathing.
"I love you, Y/N" he responded.
You both got the first decent sleep you'd had in weeks that night.
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buckystevelove · 2 years
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My Brightest Star
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Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Word count: 2708
Warning: ANGST and fluff
A/N: This is my longest work. Please leave comments. Ask, submissions and requests are open.
A week, that’s how long has passed since Bucky’s world felt apart. He should have known, his whole life has been full of tragedy, one after the other. He had 7 years of happiness and peace, he will have to come to terms with the fact that maybe those years would be the only ones in his long and sad life that he would known what real and complete happiness really is.
He met you 7 years ago in a coffee shop, you accidentally tripped and spilled all your coffee in him. You apologized over and over again, Bucky couldn’t care less about the hot drink splatted all over his body, he was so enthralled over the beautiful woman standing in front of him, for years he thought that he would never get love, but you managed to prove him wrong. He claims that it was love at first sight, he simply knew that you were his soul mate.  
After the incident, you bought his coffee as a symbol of forgiveness, though he really didn’t care. You exchanged names and phone numbers. Just a few hours later you received a massage from Bucky, inviting you to go for dinner the next day. Soon, one date turn to seeing each other every time you could. You felt for him, and hard. Eventually you met all of his friends, you became a great friend with Wanda and Nat. They would invite you to all the girl nights they had. You got along with Sam, always joking around and making pranks, same with Tony. You also became best friend with Steve, you had a strong relationship with him besides yours with Bucky. You too were like siblings, he always claimed that you were his little sister, and warned Bucky never harm you, or he would have to face the consequences.
Nobody was surprise nor bother when you moved to the compound with Bucky. Everyone was super exited to have you closer, that made Bucky a bit jealous.
You and Bucky were attached to the hip. One year into your relationship, he knew that he was going to marry you, you were going to be the mother of his children. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. You were the one, so he asked you to marry him.
It was so beautiful, he took you on a trip to the museum, your favorite place to spend the time. When you were in the sculptures room the kneeled and said; “YN, since the moment I saw you I knew that you were the one, I knew that I was going to marry you, and all you have done is prove me right. You are the love of my life, my partner, my best friend I can no longer imagine a future in which you are not in it, because YOU are my FUTURE. You have been the light at the end of the tunnel, you have brought me happiness, love I thought I no longer deserved after all the awful things I had done, you helped name realized who the real James Buchanan Barnes is, and who I want him to be. I want to be your husband because I love you so much. You are my entire world YN. So, would you marry me?”
At the end of his speech both of you had tears in your checks, you throw yourself over him and said yes over and over again, you were beaming.
6 months after that, many hours of planning and cake tasting, you and Bucky had the most beautiful fall wedding. It was perfect. Your family and the team was there, everyone was so happy for the two of you.
When the time to say the vowels came you couldn’t be more thrilled, you have been writing them for so long.
“James Buchanan Barnes, you are the love of my life. You have been the one who has taught me what love really is, what it is like to love someone with every single atom in my body. You have taught me what is like to be completely and uoughterly happy, that is how I feel when ever I am with you. James, when we met you told me that you only saw yourself as a monster, as the vilan of many people’s lives, but baby, you are my knight in shining armor, you are absolutely everything to me. You are the brightest star in my universe, the one and only. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, I want to tell you and show you how much I love you every day, I want you to feel how much I love you even after we are death. I want to keep loving you and choosing you a hundred of lives after this. Because Bucky, MY LOVE FOR YOU WILL NEVER END.”
At the end both of you were crying, among many other of your guests.
Your honeymoon was perfect. Tony paid the two of you a 3 weeks trip around Europe. Nine months later, you had your gorgeous daughter, Rebecca. She looked exactly like you, but her eyes, she had the most beautiful blue eyes just like her father. The three of you were the definition of a perfect family, you and Bucky did ocationaly fight like all healthy couples do, but your life was great. Your house was so full of love and happiness.
Bucky was so thankful to you, you had given him all he could ever dreamed for in life and more.
The three of you spent all the time you could together, you went to the park and had movie nights, went of family trips and spent lazy Sunday mornings in bed together. You wanted Becca to feel and understand what a loving home was, since you didn’t had one. You wanted her to feel the love you and Bucky had for her.
“Becca, Bucky, you two know you are the most important people in my life right. I love the two of you so so much. You are the ones that make me happy. You are my greatest treasures.” You said to your husband and 5 year old daughter one afternoon, while cuddling in the couch together.
“I love you too mommy, you too daddy. You are the best parents in the world, thank you.” She said kissing yours and Bucky’s face, making you giggle.
“You dolls are my everything. I love you.” He said before attacking the two of you with tickles, and whispering to your ear. “Thanks doll, for all this.”
The day had started like any other Tuesday would, you woke up after your alarm. Waking up Bucky with kisses and loving touches, after he woke up he heads to shower while you got Becca ready. Once the two of them were dressed, Bucky went to the kitchen to make breakfast wihle you got ready. The three of you ate together, you heard how Becca´s best friend was going to have a party next Saturday and you needed to buy her a present. You decided to go to the mall with her after classes and maybe have a girl’s day and do you nails. That made her smile so bright, which was what you loved the most about your life, that it was full of happiness.
After eating, you said goodbye to Bucky and Rebecca, he was going to take her to school and then go to the Avengers compound to train some new recruits, while you went to your office.
Bucky’s day went normal, as any other day would go, he did some training and hanged out with Sam and Steve. When 4pm came around the received a call from Becca´s school, her teacher told him that she was still there. You never came pick her up, he didn´t know why you were late. You always told him if your meeting was going to be longer so someone would pick your daughter from school.
“Sorry man.” He told Steve at the middle of the meeting. “Apparently YN never went to pick Rebecca from school she is there by herself, I really need to go. I also need to see what happened to YN. She is not picking up her phone.” Bucky said standing up from his chair.
“Sure pal, everything good with her?” Steve said a bit worry, he didn´t want his best friend to be in panic.
“I hope so.” He said walking to the door, but before he could reach it his phone rang again.
Steve just stood there, and watched how the color of his best friends face went completely white, then Bucky’s knees failed and he felt to the floor. Tears running down his cheeks, his face was shaking. He was wordless. Sentences couldn´t form in his mouth. Steve was next to him in second, he took the phone from his hand.
That when he heard him scream, he screamed as if he was dying, painful and horrible screams.
“Excuse me.” Steve said through the phone. “This is Steve Rogers. What happened?” He asked, though he already had an idea of what had happened.
“I am so sorry Sir, but I regret to inform you that Mrs. Barnes had a car accident today. She arrived to the New York Presbyterian Hospital at 2:36pm, she immediately went to surgery. She didn´t make it, she was called at 3:49pm. I am so sorry, but we need her husband to come.”
Steve hanged up the phone, he had tears in his eyes, he was about to cry. He had lost his best friend, but he needed to be strong for the man that was like a brother to him, to his nice.
Bucky was in the floor, sobbing and screaming. He went and called for Nat. She enter and saw the state in which Bucky was, then she saw the tears in Steve´s eyes.
“What happened?” She asked in panic.
“I… he…N-Nat” he mumbled between sobs. “Can you please look for Rebecca at school? Please.”
Nat realized, she immediately shook her head in disbelieve, “no, no, no,”
“Nat, please. Someone needs to be with her.” Steve managed to say. She wiped her tears and left the room.
Steve was in the floor hugging his best friend while he cried his eyes out, he was no longer screaming.
“I am sorry buddy, I am so sorry.” He said to his friend. “I know how you feel, just let it all out. But later you need to be strong for your daughter. She just lost her mother, she will need her dad. She needs you to be there for her, but now. I am here for you.”
“Not her, please not her. She is perfect Steve, I can’t, I love her, we can’t lose her.” He sobbed and screamed. “We were supposed to spend the rest of our lives together, the two of us.”
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When he calmed down, they went to the hospital. A drunk driver had crashed against your car in a traffic light. He died immediately.
Becca slept in Nat´s room. Bucky slept in his old room in the compound, he couldn’t go to your home. Too many memories. He couldn’t face his daughter, he would broke in front of her, he needed to be strong. He cried himself to sleep that day.
He next day was awful, he needed to explain to her 5 year old baby, that her mother would never hug her again. He couldn’t even began to comprehend that.
“Becca, baby. I need to talk to you.” He said the next morning the compounds living room, all  the other Avengers were in the hospital helping Bucky prepare every detail for the funeral, Steve was the only one there, next to Bucky and Becca. In case either of them needed him.
“Daddy, why did we slept here?” She asked frowning her eyebrows, just like her dad. “Where is mommy? We were supposed to have a girl´s day yesterday.”
That made Bucky tear a few tears which he rapidly cleaned.
“Babydoll, its because…” Bucky mad a pause and looked through the windows. “Mommy had an accident, and she will never come again.”
Becca made a confused face.
“Why? Can´t you just put her a bad-aid like you do to me when I have accident?” She asked in all her innocence, which made Bucky’s strength fall. He quickly enveloped her in his arms.
“That is the thing baby, she had a big accident, she is gone.” He started to sob again, so did Steve.
Becca began to stroke her father’s hair. “We will see her daddy, someday, but I am really going to miss her.” She started to cry and hug her dad.
“I want my mommy, dad.”
“So do I honey.”
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The funeral was beautiful, full with YN´s family and friends. They all told beautiful stories and tried to remember the amazing person YN was. Bucky couldn’t talk, he had so many things to say, none of them were for this people to hear, they were for his love.
A week had passed since you awful dead, Bucky stayed at the compound, he couldn’t go home, he also needed help with Becca. He could barely managed to take care of himself.
He was in his bed, looking at the celling, numb. He know the needed to stand up and shower, he needed to get up and care of his baby, but she was the carbon copy of you. It was like looking at you, it hurt, it really hurt. Lying there he heard some knocking at his door. Then Steve came..
“Hey pal, the lawyer came today, he left the will and this letter. She wrote it you when you guys had Rebecca.”
“Thanks, just leave it there.” He said gesturing to his night stand.
When Steve left he got up and grabbed the letter, it had his name in your beautiful calligraphy.
Bucky,
My love, I hope that you never have to open this letter, but if you do, I want you to know that you made me the happiest woman alive. In all the galaxies we know that exist, in all the universe that may. I was the happiest, all thanks to you. You teached me what the meaning for being alive really meant, you showed me so many incredible and beautiful things, and you gave me our most amazing gift, our daughter Rebecca, she is the tangible evidence of our love.
If the time in which you have to open this letter comes, know that you did everything you could. Under any circumstances think that this was your fault, it wasn´t.
I love you so much Bucky, you have really no idea, and I know you loved me just as much, that is why I am asking you one last favor.
Please don´t close yourself, don´t let yourself return to the man you were before be met, not that he was any less amazing, but he was lonely. I want you to continue living your life to the fullest. I know I can´t ask you to not miss me or forget me, I don’t want that. I want you to remember my memory and cherish it. I want you to show all then wonders of the world to sweet Becca. Please never let her forget that she was the most important person in my life besides you.
I want the two of you to continue to love, and let yourselves be love. I love you with all my heart, and every single atom in my body.
          Don’t forget me my brightest star, YN.
After reading that Bucky cleaned his cheeks.
“I will always love you.” He kissed the letter and placed it in his nightstand. He got up and went to find his daughter.
“I love you baby, and so did you mother. You are our greatest creations.” He no longer had you here, so he was going to spend all his breathing moments showing her how much he loved her, he was the only part left in this world of YN, and she was that greatest gift she could have left him.
He would continue to love you long after you are gone. For ever, til the end of times.
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A/N: I cried so hard writing this. I am so sorry, but I hope you like it. I really appreciate feedback.
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ghost-ghost-baby · 3 years
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We're Just Friends! (Omega!bakugo x alpha!reader x omega!Izuku) pt. 1/?
Pt 2 / pt. 3
A/n: kinda annoyed that I had to split this but it’s almost 2k words so,,,, another series is born!!!
Lore: Once an Alpha reaches 21 they get their first rut, they’d either already have their mates or the rut will act as a push for them to get together and bond.
Summary: Reader and Katsuki have been friends for years, and everyone expects them to get together, until reader rescues an omega that lives in their building, and things get a touch more... complicated
Warnings: omegaverse, obvi, yandere themes (my boi Izuku is a stalker), possessiveness, pining, hurt/comfort, reader is kinda dense, mad swearing,
“So are you and Bakugo like- ya know-?” Mina mimed what you assumed was meant to be a bonding bite, and you thanked god Katsuki was elsewhere.
You were sitting in the college park with Denki and Mina, and since you were approaching your 21st birthday, when alphas usually decided on their mate, or mates if they wanted a triad, and they were grilling you to high heaven-
“No, we’ve just know each other since we were teenagers so we’re just kinda close friends!” You waved your arms frantically, and Mina just raised her eyebrows as Denki laughed.
“Bro- we’ve seen him scent you, you’re always lending him your jackets that reeks of you, and you’re trying to say the two of you aren’t courting?” The blonde stopped laughing just long enough to ask, but he dissolved back into laughter when your flustered scent filled the space.
“I tried to bring it up with Katsuki but you know what he’s like! I asked what he was gonna do for his heat and he locked me out of the apartment! I don’t think he wants an alpha at all, really-“ you stopped the second your nose picked up the familiar burnt sugar smell, frantically shushing Mina and Denki when they made kissing noises as Katsuki approached.
“You forgot your fucking lunch, dumbass.” He dropped a bag in your lap, completely ignoring your friends as he inhaled and then gently shoved your head. “Why the fuck do you smell so worked up?” The hint of concern in his voice made your heart twinge, maybe you did wish things were different, but you pushed that thought aside as you reassured him nothing was wrong and you were just worried about a test. Katsuki believed you, barely, reminding you not to be late to dinner before he stalked off to god knows where, Denki and Mina bombarding you the second he was out of sight.
You were two minutes from home when you smelt it, an omegas scent that was so distressed it almost had you gagging. You back tracked your steps to where it was strongest, heart dropping when you couldn’t see down the alley but could hear some kind of scuffle. Katsuki was going to kill you. You walked down the alley as quietly as you could, the distressed scent only getting stronger and sending your protective instincts into overdrive, and if you weren’t so worried maybe you would have stopped to wonder why the omegas scent was affecting you so much.
“But you smell so sweet omega, surely you’re close to your heat?” That voice made your skin crawl, and the nails you had been digging into your palm were quickly turning into claws.
“I-I’m not really, please, I just want to go home- I’m sure you have places to be-“ the second voice trembled and your heart broke at the fear in it, that must be the omega.
“Bullshit, we can fuckin smell how much you want it-“ the third voice was accompanied by a thud, and distressed chirps followed, pushing you over the line and causing a growl to rip out of your throat.
“Well look here, somembody else wants to join-“ the sleazeballs voice cut off when you stepped into the light, your teeth bared with your canines extended, when an alpha was this pissed off the best thing to do was run. You kinda hoped they didn’t.
“Don’t worry man, we can all share him-“ The second one tried to passify you, but couldn’t help baring his neck in submission when you let out an even louder growl, your angered scent pumping off of you in waves.
“Leave. Now. Before I make sure the two of you never fucking mate anyone.” A feral grin spread over your face at their fearful scents, unable to resist tripping one of them when they ran past. Only once they’d disappeared onto the Main Street did you register the distressed chirps coming from the figure hunched on the ground, and your scent instantly switched to as comforting as you could get it, subconsciously crooning to try and calm the omega down. It seemed to work, and you gently crouched down across from him, desperately wanting to hug him but not wanting to over step. The decision was made for you, however, when the omega launched at you, rubbing his cheek against yours and thanking you over and over in one of the sweetest voices you’d ever heard.
“Hey no problem, uh, what’s your name?” You asked when he finally calmed down, pulling back just enough to take out his features. You almost got a nosebleed. Teary emerald eyes and matching green hair framed his face, with freckles dusting his cheeks and a slight blush covering his entire face, you were so in awe you almost didn’t hear his name.
“Sorry! I’m Izuku Midoryia- I live just down the street and was walking home when these guys chased me down here, thank you so much for saving me!” He hesitated, and you realised you hadn’t even told him your name.
“Oh! I’m y/n l/n! Do you live in the big blue apartment complex?” You gently stood up, reaching down to help Midoriya up with you, and ignoring how warm you felt when he immediately nuzzled into your side.
“Yeah! Do you know it? I only moved in a couple days ago!”
“I actually live there with my friend, I can walk you home if you’re comfortable with that?” You almost died when he let out a happy chirp, he was so cute.
“That would be so amazing, are you sure it’s not a bother?”
“Oh course not- anything to make sure you get home safely!
Midoriya had moved into the apartment opposite yours, (you were too tired to wonder if it was more than a coincidence) and the two of you had laughed about it before you said goodbye, promising to catch up again at a later date. Now, you were standing outside your apartment door, ready to face the music from what would surely be a very, very angry friend. Katsukis enraged scent hit you the second you walked in the door, almost completely covering the smell of the ramen that must have been dinner, and you called out as you took off your shoes.
“Katsuki, I’m home, sorry I’m so late! You wouldn’t believe what-“ you were cut off by a growl, slowly straightening up and looking across the room to where your housemate stood. Katsuki stalked towards you, and you froze when you saw how wide his pupils were blown, was he really that pissed about you being late?
“Why the fuck do you reek like some scared omega.” He snarled, and your eyes zoned in on how his fangs had elongated. Shit, this was bad, was he nearing his preheat? That could make make him more sensitive-
“Funny story- I was walking home and I heard this commotion and…” you trailed off when he reached you, red eyes fixed on your neck in a way that made you blush.
“I don’t care, you smell fucking disgusting.” He pulled you close once he reached you, and you were too scared to say anything, face going bright red when he rubbed his scent glands over you, until your scent just smelt like him.
“That’s better, now we can actually eat before you shower and get the remainder of that stench off of you.”
Katsuki didn’t know why he was so on edge, and when you came home smelling familiar, that mint and honey scent that he hadn’t encountered in years, his instincts had pushed him over the edge. You were his, how dare you let some other omega scent you? The two of you were practically together, he cooked for you and scented you, and you’d scent blankets and pillows and such for his nest, so why the fuck were you coming home reeking like that? He was just waiting until you turned 21 and had your rut for the two of you to seal the deal. He couldn’t sleep, growling to himself as he realised the only way he’d get any rest was with you. The apartment was dark as he quietly opened his door, walking down the hallway and not even hesitating before he opened the door to your room. You were asleep in the middle of the bed, hair a mess over the pillows and your shirt rumpled up so your midriff was exposed. The room was saturated in your content scent, and Katsuki let out a sigh of relief when that was all he could smell, other than his own scent quickly spreading through the room and mingling with yours. He padded over to the bed, crawling under the covers and positioning himself so he was facing you, his face pressed to your neck and one arm thrown over you. You mumbled something in your sleep but didn’t wake, and Katsuki couldn’t help but let out a happy chirp when you automatically rested your arm on his waist, pulling him closer till your legs were tangled together. It was… more peaceful than he was used to, and he pushed down the nagging feeling that something was missing, your scent and warmth quickly lulling him to sleep.
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loki-hargreeves · 3 years
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Loki x Reader - Welcome Home to Westview
Warnings: WANDAVISION SPOILERS, mentions of death, angst and fluff  Word Count: 2,8K Summary: You join Wanda when she drives to Westview. Next thing you know, you’re reunited with Loki who you lost years ago because of Thanos. He’s there to welcome you home 1950s style and make up for lost time.  Author’s Note: This was requested and I absolutely loved this idea. I hope you like it! <3
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YOUR POV
When everyone came back, it had been a miracle. Everyone who had vanished during the blip. Everyone who had vanished when Thanos had singlehandedly taken away half of all life. Most people were happy to have their loved ones back. Most people got someone back. 
But that wasn’t your case, nor was it for Wanda. She came back into a world without Vision, you had to keep living without Loki. You always knew that he had died differently. Thanos had killed him and you had witnessed it. You should’ve known just how real it was, that he was gone. Seeing it should’ve been proof enough in order for you to move on and let go. Yet somehow, when the portals opened you had dared to feel hope. Deep down, you had hoped he too would’ve walked out of the golden gates with everyone else, but you had been wrong. 
He had never come back. 
You and Wanda had grown close during your time as Avengers. Recently, the two of you had grown even closer because of your shared grief. The two of you understood one another deeply and it connected you. 
That’s why you had joined Wanda today. She was headed to SWORD headquarters where they were keeping Vision’s body. Everything about it was unsettling and you too felt angry about it. Something about SWORD was fishy and you didn’t trust their motives at all, neither did Wanda. All she wanted was to have a funeral for the man she loved. 
You had agreed to wait in the car as she walked inside, but you kept glancing at the entry just in case you would have to walk in to support your friend. Time passed and eventually Wanda returned to the car alone. Even before she sat down, you could tell things hadn’t gone too well. She slammed the door shut and put her hands on the steering wheel tightly.
“Are you okay?” You were concerned for her well-being. 
Wanda didn’t reply immediately. Her eyes scanned the parking lot and then she looked at the papers she kept in the backseat. For a while, she seemed to be deep in thought and you decided not to push her. Eventually, Wanda faced you.
“There’s something I need to do,” She stated mysteriously.
“Do you want me to leave?” 
“No,” Wanda sounded sure of herself, “I would like it if you came with me, if that’s okay.”
Usually, Wanda handled things on her own. She would push others away and never ask for help. But this seemed different. She was willing to accept your support, and you were more than happy to be there for her; no matter what.
“Okay, I’m right here for you, Wanda.”
Despite how frustrated and upset Wanda felt, she managed to smile. It was nice to have you by her side during such difficult times. 
“Thank you, Y/N.”
                The car ride was long, but it didn’t feel like it. Wanda and you weren’t talking and the car radio filled the silence. It wasn’t uncomfortable, yet you could tell that something had gone terribly wrong. Once Wanda was ready to talk about it, you would be there for her. For now, your presence was more than enough. 
Since you didn’t talk, you tried to focus on the songs on the radio to distract yourself from your own, deep thoughts. Sometimes, they would get the best of you and right now, you wanted to stay tuned in the moment, not in the past.
Eventually, you drove past a sign that said Welcome to Westview. It was a small town, but nice nonetheless. It looked old. Buildings were worn and the streets looked like they had been used for decades. The town had a lot of family-friendly places and small shops. You saw an old lady drinking coffee by herself and a man putting up flyers. No one seemed to pay too much attention to you as Wanda drove by everything slowly. You noticed that Wanda was eyeing the street names closely. Was she searching for something?
It didn’t take too long until Wanda took a turn to a street called Sherwood drive and slowed down the car, eventually coming to a stop. You noticed the foundation of a house that had once been there. The neighborhood around you was full of family homes and it had a very warm and cozy energy. As nice as your surroundings were, Wanda looked like she wanted to cry. 
“Can you stay here? I need to do something on my own,” Wanda finally broke the silence. How long had you been in silence? You weren’t sure. 
“Yeah. Just let me know if you need me, okay?” You wanted to reassure her of your support. 
Wanda just nodded and reached to the backseat to grab a paper. With one last glance at you, she got out of the car and closed the door. You sat comfortably on your seat and turned the radio on a little louder as she walked away. The song that was playing was familiar, but you couldn’t quite put your tongue on the name of it. The lyrics were beautiful and you found yourself relaxing to the melody.
“... If I could save time in a bottle, the first thing that I'd like to do, is to save everyday 'til eternity passes away just to spend it with you ...”
Naturally, you were worried about her. Wanda hadn’t spoken about what happened when she tried to recover Vision’s body. Clearly, things hadn’t gone too well. Had she even been allowed to see him? 
As you sat there, you wondered how you would’ve felt if you had been in her shoes, if someone had Loki’s body and they wouldn’t let you have a funeral for him. Immediately, your gut twisted in disgust and pain. It seemed like a nightmare. 
For all that you knew, Loki was somewhere in space, in the middle of nowhere, all alone. When the Guardians had heard the distress signal, they had only found you and Thor. Loki was nowhere to be seen. All the debris from the spaceship had made it nearly impossible to see and navigate through it all. 
It had been years but it still hurt. Knowing he was left alone broke your heart, as if seeing him die hadn’t been soul crushing enough. You knew you would never get over losing Loki. He was and always would be the love of your life. Even if he wasn’t there, you always kept him in your heart. You were sure your very souls were connected. The love you had was just that deep. 
Curiously, you looked out of the car window just to keep an eye on Wanda. She was standing in the middle of the ruins with the paper in her trembling hands. You couldn’t see what it said, but you knew it was important because once she looked at it, she broke down into tears. The sight of her there, all alone in so much pain was awful. For so long, she had been strong and kept on a tough face, but she had reached her breaking point. All the pain, the anger, the misery, it had gotten the best of her. You knew exactly how it felt and your first instinct was to get out of the car and go there to comfort her. How could you just sit there when she was sobbing on the cold hard ground all by herself?
When you got out of the car and looked at Wanda again, she was standing. Her powers were growing around her and a bright red light made you squint your eyes. What on earth was going on?
“Wanda?” You called out for her worriedly, unsure whether she could hear you from so far away. Her powers grew stronger at an alarming rate. You could feel just how strong the magic was and goosebumps rose on your skin. Something was terribly wrong and you knew things were getting out of hand. Despite how dangerous it was to approach something so chaotic and powerful, you tried to reach her. You never did.
Wanda’s powers were explosive. In the blink of an eye, her magic poured all around her and covered everything and everyone in sight. You remembered seeing that signature scarlet shade all around you and then everything went blank. It all happened so fast that you didn’t even have time to be scared, nor to use your powers to shield yourself from hers. The red swallowed you completely with no warning. 
             What happened?
   How did I get here?
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You stood in front of Wanda and Vision’s house. Despite not remembering anything at all, you just knew that it was where she lived. Why were you just standing on her lawn? That was odd. You couldn’t remember getting there, but strangely enough, it didn’t bother you too much. You must’ve just taken a stroll and ended up at your best friend’s house. As strange as it was, you didn’t think twice about it.
With a smile on your face, you straightened the skirt of your silky dress and looked at your heels to see that they were dirt-free and shiny. After all, your outfit was brand new and you didn’t want to get the dirty right away, now did you?
“You look more beautiful than I remembered,” A familiar voice caught your attention. Your eyes widened as you stood there, now in shock. It had been too long since you had last heard that voice. 
“Do you not recognize me? Has it been that long?” Loki walked closer to you from behind. 
You turned around because you had to see him to make sure you had heard right. When you saw him standing there, you felt overjoyed. 
Loki was alive!
“Oh my god,” You could hardly believe your eyes. 
Loki opened his arms wide, inviting you to a hug. Once the initial shock passed, you ran into his strong and loving arms. Loki embraced you just like you remembered he had done before. His oh-so-familiar scent filled your lungs and you were drunk on him in an instant. Tears stung your eyes and you closed them, allowing yourself to sink into his touch and be fully enveloped by him once again. 
“I missed you so much,” You admitted and felt a warm tear rolling down your cheek, ruining your makeup but you didn’t care at all. Loki had seen you, all of you. With him, you could be completely vulnerable. 
Loki planted a kiss at the top of your head, then your forehead and the tip of your nose. His soft hands cupped your cheeks and you opened your eyes just to face him. His eyes were mesmerizing and dangerous. With just one glance, you were lost.
“I missed you too,” Loki let you know sincerely. You didn’t know where he had been, or why you had been separated. All you knew was that it had been years and now you were together again. That was all that mattered and you refused to think about the logic of it all. It felt like you could hope again. You could be happy.
A gentle breeze played with your skirt and with your hair. Loki looked like a god as he stood there in his black suit and tie, with his long dark locks swaying in the wind. Your heart was so full of love again and you felt happy, so happy that you kissed him.
Your lips collided sweetly and Loki kissed you back with such fiery passion that you felt as if your soul was on fire. The kiss was so romantic that you knew if a crowd would’ve been watching, they would’ve aww-ed. It would’ve brought people to tears. 
Eventually, you had to break the kiss so you could breathe. Once you did, both of you smiled like never before. Loki couldn’t let go of you and you didn’t want to let go of him either. 
“Let’s go home, shall we?” Loki proposed happily. 
Home. 
The word made your heart swell with affection. 
“I’d love that,” You admitted, your mind already thinking about all the possibilities. You shared a home and you could spend the rest of your lives there together. You could have your own little family. Nothing could come between you ever again. 
Loki offered you his arm for you to hold onto, which you gladly did. Together you turned away from Wanda and Vision’s home and began to walk to your own home. Somehow, you knew exactly where to go, like you had walked that path a million times before.
The walk was so relaxing. You and Loki held onto each other so comfortably and watched your neighbours, greeting them as you passed by. Everything seemed so peaceful; perfect. It was exactly where you wanted to be for all the rest of your days. 
“So where were you all this time?” You asked Loki curiously. After all, he had been gone for a while now. As you tried to think about it, you felt distracted by his touch and just the sight of him. It was almost like something didn’t want you to poke your brain with a stick, so you tried not to get yourself puzzled. 
Loki raised his eyebrows and hummed by himself, as if he had to really think about it in order to remember, “It’s a long story, my love. One I’ll tell you all about once we’re home. How does that sound?”
“It sounds like a great dinner topic,” You hinted at him. Dining together was always the highlight of your day. 
It didn’t take long to walk from Wanda’s house to yours. After all, you lived on the same street. Your home was beautiful. It was spacious, so you and Loki wouldn’t outgrow it anytime soon. 
Loki let go of you and he rushed to open the front door to you. “Ladies first,” He smirked to you and then looked inside. 
“You’re such a gentleman,” You couldn’t help but to feel appreciated.  Loki treated you like a queen, he always had. Then you walked inside.
Your eyes adjusted from the brightness outside to the dim lights inside. Loki closed the door and then you were both home. The place reflected the two of you so well, in every little detail. Someone had lit the fireplace when you were gone and you assumed it was Loki’s doing. Now that you were behind closed doors, you could use your powers without being seen. 
“Did you-” Your sentence was cut short as you turned to face Loki again. He was standing behind you with a dozen roses and a box of chocolates. The sweet gesture took you by surprise and you forgot what you were going to ask. 
“I know it isn’t much, but I want to make up for the time we lost. I hope this is the right path to your heart again, my love,” Loki explained as he handed the gifts to you, which you gladly accepted. 
“Oh Loki, thank you,” You were moved by the gesture. “But I need you to know you’ve always been in my heart, and you always will be.”
Loki seemed relieved to hear those words, “as will you be in mine.” 
Ding!
“What was that?” You were surprised by the sound that came from the kitchen. 
Loki grabbed your empty hand and placed a soft kiss on your skin, “I do believe you mentioned something about dinner.”
Yet another surprise. 
“When did you do that?” You were impressed by it all. He had really gone out of his way to make this day lovely - and you certainly weren’t complaining. 
“A magician never reveals his secrets,” Loki replied with a grin and began to lead to you the dining room. You shouldn’t have expected any less from your husband.
“How very sneaky of you,” You rolled your eyes playfully. That’s when you noticed the lovely aroma in the air. Dinner smelled lovely and you hadn’t even seen it yet. Had he made your favourite? 
Loki pulled a chair back for you to sit on. As you sat down, the plates, the food and all that appeared on the table out of nowhere just like magic. Yet another trick, one that was very useful too.
Your eyes followed Loki as he walked around the table and sat down opposite of you. Just then, the setting sun shone through the curtains. It brightened up the room beautifully and highlighted every beautiful aspect of Loki, especially his eyes. The sun was shining on you and dinner was ready. 
“One more thing,” Loki remembered and quickly snapped his fingers, lighting the candles to set the mood, “now everything is perfect.”
He was right. Finally, the two of you were together under the roof of your home. What else could you have ever wished for?
“Perfect indeed.”
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A/N: I hope you liked it! If you did, I would love to hear your feedback 🥺 I loved this concept so much that I want to write more, but for now I’ll keep this one short. 
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celamoon · 3 years
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Warnings: Crackfic...? almost? abuse victim, nsfw jokes. please be warned
Pronouns: They/them
Summary: Y/n L/n the unhinged genius of Vyn's patients. A mentally unstable being, the result of the Flora X testing. The same unhinged being that was let into the NXX to lead the searching for the drug.
Prompt: This post by @papellie (Ty for the prompt bestie <3)
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Vyn did not have any patients he considered impossible. Well, almost none. He had Y/n L/n, the very unhinged chaos that considered his hardest patient. Someone whom one of his old friends had dropped into his hands because they were an impossible case.
Vyn only took the hardest cases, and you seemed to be the worst of his patients.
"Vynnie!" The patient grins at the sight of their favourite doctor. "Vynnie are you here to shove my medicine down my throat again? How about this time you shove your fingers down my throat-"
"Good afternoon Y/n," Vyn ignores your question. "We've changed your medication to a liquid."
"A liquid?" They tilt their head. "But water isn't a medication?"
"There are many more liquids other than water," Vyn smiles while pouring your medicine.
"Do bodily fluids count?"
"They do,"
"So like cu-"
"Drink up," Vyn shoves the cup to them, and they gag at the smell.
"It smells like the flora drug my previous doctors used to force down my throat," they mumble before downing it in one gulp. "You should really add some sugar or honey to the medicine Vinnie, it tastes disgusting."
Vyn freezes at the familiar name.
"What did you just say?"
"That you should really add some sugar or honey Vynnie," They grin.
"Before that."
"The medication smells like the flora drug I used to be forced to take as a child?" They tilt their head.
"Do you know what that drug was called?" Vyn raises a brow.
"Flora... X? Flora X," You mumble. "FLORA X!! Vynnie are you proud of me?"
Vyn's eyes widen in realization. No wonder you were so unhinged, you had been taking the very medication that was made illegal years ago. Which meant you were a lead into one of the dark pasts of Stellis.
"Say Y/n... if I were to let you out of the ward every once in a while... would you be willing to behave?"
"Vynnie I'm about as stable as a paper clip standing up straight." They blink innocently.
Vyn sighs. He would need to discuss with the NXX team about it.
"Which is... why I suddenly think we have a lead on the medication." Vyn concludes.
"Well that sounds reasonable to let her in," Rosa is the first to speak up. "She does have the lead we need,"
"But she's unhinged," Artem cuts in. "She might cause chaos."
"I mean as long as Vyn keeps her calm I think she could give us some useful information,"
"Why can't you just ask her?" Luke asks.
Vyn sighs. "I can't force anything out of her unless she says it herself."
"Is it in the contract?" Marius raises a brow.
"Yes."
"Then just let her join," Marius shrugs. "It's always so serious in here, having someone unhinged might crack some jokes every now and the...n?"
The other three glare at him.
"Well I think we can try meeting her in my office once to see if it works," Rosa pipes up.
"I..."
"Let's meet her in her psych ward," Vyn sighs. "I don't want her to trash your place."
Which brought us to today.
"Vynnie!" Thye grin. "You brought your friends!"
"They're associates," Vyn sighs. "Y/n meet MC, Luke, Artem, and Marius."
"That's second gen richie, law boi, and bestie," You point at Marius, Artem and MC. "That last one looks like a golden retriever."
The four look at Vyn and he sighs.
"Y/n they're here to discover more about the drug you took when young. Apparently it stops brain growth and has depressive side effects."
"OOOh is that why I tried to kill myself with a plastic cup last time?"
"She did whAT-?"
"Perhaps. It could also explain why you're my patient." Vyn smiles.
"That's right! Vynnie only takes the worst of the worst! ...You have really bad taste Vynnie. I'd rather be with the mentally stable," they shrug.
"Ah so Y/n?"
"Yes bestie?"
MC flushes a soft pink. "Do you remember much about the drug you used to take?"
"Uh so I think the tablets were pink at first, and then they successfully changed it to white... I could recreate it for you if you want? But only for you bestie, Vynnie is too mean." They pout.
Vyn sighs and the other three turn to look at him.
"re...create it?"
"Well they recruited me as a scientist first so I know the basic components of the drug but then they locked me up to force the medicine down my throat. It tasted ok but I think I lost control each time I had some-" They mumble. "Oh and of course I ran away and then some random man caught me and sent me to Vynnie's. He wasn't that bad though, he fed me some good food-"
"Wait wait," Vyn steps forward. "You know the components of the drug?"
"It tasted like the medicine you fed me the other day Vynnie," They grumble. "I also remember that the lab had really pretty water next to it. I think I ran down a hill to escape them."
The five look at each other and then MC speaks up.
"Y/n,"
"Yes bestie?"
"If we let you come with us, will you help us gather information?"
Artem frowns and you catch it.
"Law boi doesn't seem very happy about me coming along."
"Your mind works incredibly but the drug seems to have limited you." Vyn steps up. "I'll give you a nice room to live in."
"Idk Vynnie, sounds like bribery to me," They shrug.
"I'll bake for you-"
"Sold." they're glowing.
'... that easy?' they all sweat at your quick response.
"So all I have to do is gather information right?"
"We need to find out where the village is-"
"Up on a hill. Really tasty fish... uh crystal clear water and then I think I bumped into a crashed car on my way down the hill." You mumble. "I think the place started with O-"
"Opaline Village." Luke speaks up. "Is that it?"
"I think so~" you smile. "So Vynnie... when do I get to move out?"
"If you behave well the next three days I can get you out by the end of the week."
Your eyes glimmer.
You're an incredible actress, and an even better hacker apparently. Luke gave you three lessons on basic hacking and you broke into the Pax firewall quicker than he could.
"Ok so what now?"
"Can you get the locked files?"
"These?"
You even printed them out.
The group could only call you an unhinged genius from that point on.
"Your codename will be Flora."
"Wow you really named me after a drug huh Vynnie-" That earned you a smack in the head.
"King I can you order takeout?"
"Not to here-"
"Then to somewhere nearby! I'm hungry!" You reach for the knife in your drawer.
"ADJUCATOR!" Marius calls before you can end him.
Vyn shoves a pastry into your mouth and you continue working.
"We're heading to Opaline village today," MC and Luke tell you.
"Samples are in the third drawer in the fourth room after you turn left bestie~!" You sing.
What the hell?
"Vynnie what's for dinner,"
"What would you like?"
"Revenge," You blink.
"Rosa's working on that." He hums. "Food wise?"
"You-"
"I'm not edible," He deadpans.
"No but your-"
"I'll order pizza," Marius groans. You had been pulling all nighters in the office to crack down the firewall to the other files.
"Artie can you grab me a coffee on your way here?" You're on the phone with Artem now.
Vyn snatches the phone and sighs. "Don't get them any. They've been awake for nearly 72 hours now. I want them to crash asleep before they crash dead,"
"AWW VYNNIE CARES FOR ME!!!" You grin cheekily.
Artem brought you hot tea instead.
Then MC and Luke came back. You stood with the others as they watched MC get kissed by Huey. The child then ran up to you and hugged you.
"Thank you for teaching me how to break the firewall..."
The other five turned to you in shock.
"Love you Huey. Remember not to hack anyone unless you absolutely have to," You kissed him on the forehead. "Be good in school alright?"
"Okay..." He smiles.
Since when were you good with kids??
"So uh... we found the files," MC handed you papers and you grinned.
"My medical notes!"
What kind of Harley Quinn shit is this?
"So... what kind of abuse did they exactly go through?" Vyn stands next to MC as they watch you fight Marius.
"The files we read said that apparently at first they were fed the drug inside of their meal. Eventually they were locked up in a prison cell and turned into a complete test subject. They skipped three meals before they ran away." MC mumbles. "It's really sad."
Luke pulls you off of Marius and Artem hands you your morning coffee.
"Only you're dependable out of you all Artie..." You sigh blissfully after a sip. "Only you..."
Vyn's eyebrow twitches at the comment. MC can only look in amusement.
"Y/n you need to take a break." Vyn sighs.
"I get a break when I get revenge on that bitch who started drugging my food," You hiss.
"Even if I bake?"
"Depends what it is," You continue clicking, and you're focused.
"Then..." Vyn can't get himself to say it.
"Let's bet then," You mumble. "I break the firewall in the next hour you go on a date with me, if I don't then you can drag me to bed."
Vyn sighs. "Deal." He was really powerless compared to you.
Sure enough in 30 minutes, a cheer erupted in the headquarters. It sounded like your voice with Luke's.
"WE BROKE IN WE BROKE IN RAVEN WE BROKE IN!!!!" You screamed, your voice was hoarse from the lack of water.
The two of you are in an embrace, and Vyn's eyebrows twitch again.
"The all nighters..." Luke cries. "We did it..."
"VYNNIE YOU OWE ME A DATE!" You cried.
Vyn can only sigh. "When would you like to go out?"
You stand up, and you make your way to him.
"When I wake up." You proceed to crash dead onto the bed next to him. The NXX team then panicked for the next ten minutes because Marius thought you stopped breathing.
You slept for three days.
The NXX thought you died. Then you woke up and acted as though you didn't just die for 3 days.
"Good morning bestie," You're back on your computer again.
"Y/n you shouldn't be back on your computer after dropping dead for three days." MC panics. "Besides, Y/n you're going on a date today with Vyn right?"
"Yeah," You yawn.
"Do you want to dress up?" You strut to your closet.
"Oh look," You throw your closet door open. Lingerie and t-shirts and shorts. "Ah here's a decent outfit."
You toss together some clothes, and MC smiles. "Would you like me to help you with your hair?"
"Sure. Thank you MC," You smile.
The epitome of gender envy. Damn bestie you looked hot.
Vyn arrives a couple minutes after you finish getting ready.
"Vynnie!"
"It's... been a while since I've seen you dressed up," Vyn smiles. "Shall we go?"
You grin as he leads you to his car.
"What would you like to do?" Vyn peers at you.
"Can we bake at your place?" you fumble in your seat.
"Sure," He smiles. "What would you like to make?"
"Macarons?"
"Those are pretty hard Y/n... you sure?" He raises a brow at you.
"If I can hack a firewall then I can bake macarons." you grinned.
So turns out that was a lie.
"Vynnie ˚‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )‧º·˚ " You whined. "Help me!"
"You didn't beat the egg whites enough," Vyn grabs the bowl from your arms and you rest your head on your palm.
"Vynnie the male wife..." You peered at him. "Vynnie would you marry me-?"
Clang
Vyn's caught off guard and drops the metal bowl. His glasses slide down slightly, and his lips are parted in shock.
"Sorry Vynnie," You reach over the counter to help him fix his glasses, and you beat the egg whites yourself. "Must've scared you out of your mind."
"No no," Vyn regains his composure and smiles.
"Dedication is hard," You mumble. "People change after time, and changes vary from person to person... betrayal plagues a person, and people that you once loved no longer love you back. Which is why Vynnie doesn't want to date right?"
Vyn pauses, and you hum in satisfaction.
"Ooh the egg whites are stiff." You turn the bowl upside down on top of your head and grin. "Shall we mix the two together?"
"Let me," Vyn folds the mixture in, and you hum. "Vynnie do you like MC?"
Vyn nearly drops the bowl again. He just couldn't get a break from your remarks. "Why are you asking?"
"When you came to pick me up your pulse was quicker than usual." You mumble. "Then when we got in the car and out of MC's sight your pulse slowed"
Vyn stops to stare at you now. "Is that why you were holding my wrist?"
"Luke taught me," You mumble. "To read people better."
"Unfortunately your hypothesis is wrong," Vyn smiles. "My heart did not quicken because of MC."
"Huh," You mumble.
"Could you help me put the batter in the piping bag?"
"Sure," You open a piping bag, and you open it for him to put the batter in. "Can I do the piping?"
"Sure," Vyn finishes filling in the bag, and you pipe the batter onto the tray.
"Vynnie why did your heartbeat go up then?"
Vyn stares at you. "Because I got to see you dressed up,"
You stumble and nearly mess up on a macaron shell.
"Vynnie teasing me isn't funny," You pout. Vyn smiles as he rests his cheek on his hand.
"But I was being honest," He beams at you.
"Vynnie!"
"Alright two hours"
"DON'T JUST CHANGE THE SUBJECT-"
"Siri please set a two hour timer-"
"VYNNIE!!!"
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