#and I don’t often post about my OCs and such anyway *wheeze*

[viktor-sinclaire]

I was tagged by my wonderful fiancé @derelictheretic thank you my love!!! Enjoy the pain I present to you with my version!!!!! <3

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Viktor R.S. ✟ Nathaniel Allaband — Far Cry 5 Self Insert, and Original Character

「 Was it love unrequited? Was it blissful ignorance? Either way, it is already far too late by the time the truth finally comes out 」

Dione Vyrvir ☽ Alizé Vyrvir — Original Characters originally used for D&D

「 When a twice-cursed immortal being falls in love with a depressed and suicidal bard, there is only one course of action: healing, marriage, and death 」

Siren Drixella ♔ Catheryn Crescent — Original Characters from the world of Parsell

「 It should have been her. She was there when no one else was, she who loved her so passionately. She had no choice but to widow the bride who should have been hers 」

[prismarts]

Happy Birthday Douxie!

“Plot: Illy worries that she may not be able to give Douxie something special for his birthday..

Notes: It’s honestly just fluff....Douxilly flufff, Douxie x oc cause I can’t resist man I love these dorks, Illy swears a bit due to panic, Just also Illy bonding with Archie and Nari, They are a family don’t @ me,  RELATED TO THE BIRTHDAY ART I POSTED, ALSO YES I’M SO SORRY THIS IS LATE (CURRENTLY THE 20TH AS I AM WRITING THIS), also finished this and posted it on MY BIRTHDAY LMAO (the 21st xD)

“Oh fuzzbuckets! Bleeding balroths! Shit!!” 

Illy kept cursing as she paced around the small apartment, Archie and Nari had been watching her do this quietly......for about an hour now.

It was Douxie’s birthday and she had been figuring out what to do for him, it was hard for her to come up with something. The last time she celebrated his birthday was around 901 years ago, his 19th birthday.

Well, technically, she didn’t celebrate that birthday with him... 

She had convinced Merlin to let her do his chores so he could have the day to celebrate his birthday with Archie and she was thankfully able to....it was nice to see the apprentice at the time being excited  about the day off on his day of birth.

That would explain why she wasn’t able to come up with anything currently...

“Illy, perhaps you should calm down for a minute so we can help you figure this out...” The familiar said as he jumped onto her shoulders, something he had been doing more often now that they have grown closer.

“R..Right...yeah...”

The wizard sat down on the rundown couch with a sigh as she ran her fingers through her short brown to blue gradient hair, “There’s not much we could do.... I doubt Douxie would like us walking around the city to get him a gift...”

They had been really cautious about leaving the apartment while Douxie was at work, they would go out together on his day offs but would usually stay in the apartment for Nari’s safety.

“I’m sure there is something we can make for him instead, Illy..” Archie said as he looked at her quietly, purring a bit to calm her down.

“Like, what? and before you say meat pies, I checked, we don’t have enough ingredients for them...” 

“Surely, there is something we can make-”

They were both cut off when Nari came over with a cookbook that Douxie had gotten Illy when she finally learned how to use the kitchen, it was sweet of him.

“I found this in the book, will we be able to make this?..” The demigod opened the book to a page on birthday cake, Illy and Archie looked at each other as they....honestly found it surprising it took them this long to figure it out.

Illy smiled as she gently took the book from Nari as the demigod sat next to the two while she read through the ingredients. “We should be able to at least make two layers of cake with the things we have.... and I think we have some candles too.”

“I think we found the surprise we can make for Douxie” The familiar said with a smile.

After a while of gathering the ingredients, the three were ready to start baking. It should be simple enough since Illy was an experienced baker....

Things went well for a while as Illy started to measure out  few of the ingredients they needed and mixing them in, Nari was trying to help but accidentally overestimated the amount of flour they needed.

The demigod pretty much filled a whole bowl with flour as she was trying to guess how much they needed. It was thankfully not that bad...even if they did get a bit of flour.....

Alright, a lot of flour on them.

It wasn’t anything that couldn’t be fixed though, thankfully. Illy was able to show Nari how to use a measuring cup and they were able to get the amount needed and messily tried to keep the rest of the flour.

It was already rather chaotic as Illy scrambled to make sure the flour bag doesn’t fall. It was close.

“I am so sorry, I did not anticipate this kind of mess...” Nari apologized as Illy ptted the nature lady’s head. 

“It’s alright Nari....we can clean this up when we’re done.”

Still, Illy couldn’t help but laugh a little at how chaotic it became.....

That was what she thought anyway but it became a bit worse, she hadn’t realized it but the metal bowls she was using have been reflecting the light onto the bag of cocoa powder.

Which is bad when the familiar in the house happened to be a cat at the time.

Archie’s eyes widened as his cat instincts took over and he attacked the bag.

The bag fell onto the counter as a cloud of cocoa powder ended up all over the three, Illy coughed up the cocoa powder as she almost inhaled.

It was like an explosion of powdery chocolate that both sounds delicious.....and very deadly if inhaled.

Even Archie, who fell off the counter after his vicious bag attack felt affected by the aftermath of the explosion.

“Uh...my bad.”

T’was all the familiar could say about the accident as he looked up at the wizard and demigod who both had cocoa powder and flour all over them. Illy had an amused smile on her face as she petted Archie’s head, getting the cocoa powder on him.

The three shared a laugh at the mess they were able to make in the short amount of time.

It really was like tornados of flour and chocolate crashed into the kitchenette, in fact, the familiar almost rolled over in laughter as Nari giggled a little and Illy was practically wheezing.

Illy was able to calm down from her laughter as she sighed and continued to work on the batter while the demigod and familiar calmed down.

The wizard smiled as she mixed the batter happily, “Nari could you get the pans that are over there? and Archie could you check to see if the oven is done preheating?”

After a while and a lot of hardwork, the three were able to get the cakes in the oven and were in the middle of making the frosting until another chaotic disaster struck.

The sound of windows opening and a flurry of loud “Waka chakas!” can be heard.

“Shit! Fuzzbuckets!”

Illy shrieked as goblins crawled into the apartment, this was weird but then she remembered how tired Douxie was when he left for work. “Archie, Douxie forgot the portective wards....didn’t he?”

“It...would seem so, and it seemed like the scent of our baking might have attracted them here.”

The wizard let out a shriek as she kicked the goblin away and levitated the frostings with one hand and blasted a few goblins out the windows with her other hand.

Nari was helping blast the goblins out of the window alongside Illy while Archie turned into his dragon form and set a few of said creatures on fire before tossing them out the window.

It took a crazy amount of fighting but they were able to toss all the goblins out the apartment as Illy closed the window. She put the frosting bowls down before focusing her magic, putting her hands up as runes appeared. she tossed them around the apartment. 

Protective wards.

She collapsed on her knees for a good while as she panted heavily, it was always draining for her to cast strong protection wards around the apartment as her magic wasn’t was strong as Douxie’s which was why he usually casted them.

Archie turned back into his cat form as he landed next to Illy on his feet and nuzzled her arm to comfort her, purring.

Nari went over to the wizard as well as she petted her head gently to comfort her friend, “You did well...”

The wizard smiled as she rested for a little bit with the familiar and demigod.

They were able to get the cakes out of the oven after a small bit and let them cool which took a while, which meant the three could relax on the rundown couch for a while.

The cakes were cooled by the time the sun was setting as Illy walked back to the kitchenette counter. She put one of the cakes on the plate and cut a bit of it out to flatten it off and make it easier to stack.

She snacked on the scraps as she  gave a bit to Nari too, she didn’t need to eat, being a demigod but she appreciated the offer. She even gave Archie a little, after all, he was a familiar not an actual cat. He can probably eat a bit of cake.

The wizard used one of the spatulas to put some light blue frosting on the first layer of cake before humming and putting the second cake layer on top. She then put some darker blue frosting on top and was even able to decorate the cake with really white blue frosting and white sprinkles.

Nari and Archie smiled as they watched Illy work, the familiar spoke up in amusement, “You definitely are a better decorator than Douxie.”

The wizard and familiar shared a laugh, they remembered around 900 years ago when Douxie made her a small cake for her birthday that was quite messily decorated.

After she was done decorating the cake, Illy grabbed the few candles they got and put them on the cake, unfortunately they weren’t able to fit in 920 candles but..... 20 should be enough.

The three smiled at their work as Illy put her hands up and pulled the two in for a hug. They were covered in flour, cocoa powder, sugar and frosting. The kitchenette was still floured and cocoa powder.

They got into a tired fit of laughter that was a bit too loud, in fact they didn’t even realize it but Douxie had walked into the apartment and was now in front of them near the kitchenette.

“Fuzzbuckets...what happened?”

The three froze when they heard the amused voice of the birthday wizard, the wizard, familiar and demigod looked at each other as Illy soon giggled.

“Surprise, love!...”

That made Douxie smiled, he had been tired but this was...amusing and he felt rather heart warming... 

He couldn’t help but let out a small laugh as he walked over to his small found family and looked at the cake, “I’m impressed...this looks delicious..”

He hummed and kissed Illy’s head gently, wrapping an arm around her as Archie climbed on his shoulders. “You lot must have gotten into quite the chaos for you to be absolutely messy....”

“You had no idea....”

“It was almost unbelievable..” The familiar added.

Nari agreed happily as she stood near them, excited to see Douxie enjoy his birthday celebration. Which he already was. She also put a birthday hat on his head, something the three were able to make while waiting for the cakes to cool.

Douxie let out a laugh, “Well, I say we leave the mess for later and get some time to relax together, how’s that?” He asked as he turned to the three happily.

“Only if you make a wish first, Archie, if you could do the honors..” At Illy’s request, Archie briefly changed to his dragon form to light the candles on fire before turning back into cat form.

Douxie smiled widely, he didn’t know what to think...

He honestly wasn’t expecting a surprise like this at all, he thought it would just be a normal day for him like any other. But the fact that Archie, Illy and Nari took the time and.....he wasn’t sure what else they had to go through just to make him something..

It warmed his heart, he couldn’t have asked for a better small found family to be around... His heart swelled as he took a deep breath before blowing out the candles.

On cue, the three cheered for him.

“Happy Birthday Douxie!!!”, and he was squished into a group hug as his beloved, Illy kissed his cheek. He let out a small chuckle, hugging them back and closed his eyes at the comfort with a smile.

He wished they could stay like this...happy and together like a family..

[redvoid-40]

Happy Anniversary

Happy New Year everyone!

Here’s a little something I wrote as a “spin off” / “future chapter” for the Gaara x OC fic I’ve been posting here. It’s a little everyday life fluff for you guys to enjoy! :D

Fandom: Naruto Pairing: Gaara x OC Word count: 4454 Rating: G Warnings: tiny bit of angst Categories: love, fluff, married life, family life, healthy relationships

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She’s late. She’s never late.

Gaara sat alone at his dinner table, watching the minutes tick by. In front of him there was a whole banquet displayed, one he had prepared himself.

One he had prepared for his wife. To celebrate their wedding’s anniversary. He had gone as far as asking Kankuro to take Shinki out in the city, so both could have the house to themselves for a few hours.

And she was late.

Did something happen?

More than anger or frustration, Gaara felt worry claw at his chest.

Ever since she was a Genin, his wife had been somewhat of an ambassador for Konoha-Suna relations. After the fiasco of their Chuunin Exams - a time period Gaara was not proud of, when he almost killed his wife and friend on more than one occasion -  she was one of the few Ninjas from Konoha that dared to approach him, and as such had been chosen to follow in the first talks of peace between the two villages.

Fifteen years later, she still traveled between both nations at least once a month - this month however, it was the second time. Even in times of peace like these it was important to have someone of importance present in certain meetings and agreements that took place in Konoha, and more often than not Gaara asked his wife to represent him in such matters.

As a war-hero in the Fourth Shinobi War, a dual-citizen in Konoha and Suna, wife to the Kazekage, and one of the Hokage’s best friends, she was the perfect fit.

And he knew she enjoyed it too. It gave her a chance to keep in touch with her friends, and even watch their kids grow. More than that, his wife was a Shinobi; traveling and taking missions was part of who she was. Gaara knew she wouldn’t be as happy just sitting around and being the Kazekage’s wife, she needed this as much as he needed her.

But Gaara couldn’t deny that he worried sometimes. It took his wife three days to go from one Village to another; not only there were still outlaws out there but a large part of the route was through the desert. And while he knew his wife was more than capable of taking care of herself, he still worried.

The clock hit 10:00PM. She was supposed to have arrived at 6PM.

Should I send a search party?

“Father, hasn’t mom come back yet?”

Gaara at last turned his eyes away from the clock, finding Shinki and Kankuro walking into the dining room, staring at him with confusion and some degree of worry.

“Is everything alright, Gaara?” Kankuro asked.

Gaara walked to them, laying a hand affectionately over Shinki’s head. “Your mother is a bit late is all. Why don’t you go upstairs and get ready for bed? I’m sure she’ll get here soon.”

Shinki looked like he wanted to argue, but nodded his head and left. When he was out of sight, Gaara turned to Kankuro.

“Kankuro, please gather a reckon-team. I’m worr-”

Before Gaara could finish, the door was slammed open, making both men rush towards the entrance. Standing there, backpacks on the floor and bend over herself with hands on her knees was his wife. She was shining with sweat, and having a hard time trying to catch her breath.

Other than that, she seemed completely fine.

Gaara felt some of his worry turn into indignation.

---

Shin wanted to die. She couldn’t believe she had arrived home so late, on the day of her wedding anniversary nonetheless.

I’m so stupid. How could I be dumb enough to take a nap while waiting for the sun to go down a bit? Of course I’d oversleep! Don’t I know myself? I’m so stupid!

“I-I’m so sorry.” Shin wheezed, raising big brown eyes to Gaara. Her husband stood a few feet in front of her, staring at her with narrowed eyes. “I know I’m late, Gaara. I’m so sorry.”

“Shin! Are you alright?” Kankuro asked, walking towards her. He made to lay a hand on her back but thought better of it. Shin couldn’t blame him for it; she was dripping with sweat. “Did something happen on the way here?”

Shin glanced at Kankuro and felt her face burn in shame. “I-I… I overslept.”

There was a pregnant pause. Shin looked down at her feet in shame as Kankuro’s eyes went back and forth between her and Gaara; the grimace on his face speaking volumes at how uncomfortable the situation had just become.

Gaara didn’t say anything; sea-foam eyes that betrayed absolutely nothing fixed on his wife.

“I-I’ll go upstairs, leave you two alone for a bit.” Kankuro said, already halfway up the stairs.

Shin watched Kankuro go before moving her gaze back at Gaara. She put on a nervous smile on her face as she walked to her husband. “Gaara, I’m-”

“Dinner’s on the table. You can help yourself out.” Gaara spoke coldly, turning his back to her. Shin’s eyes were wide as she watched him walk to the front door and put on his shoes. “I’m heading back to the office.”

“Gaara, it’s past 10PM. Surely it can wait until tomorrow?”

“I took the whole afternoon off, so there’s a lot of paperwork left-over. I’d like to at least get something done today.”

Shin’s eyes were already brimming with tears. “Gaara, please. I’m sorry I’m late but we can still do something. Ah! I brought you a present! I’ve been after it for a few months now, and Ino-chan managed to…”

Shin’s voice trailed off as she looked down at her luggage. There was her backpack, a side bag and a large water bottle.

But there was no present.

What?! I had it with me! Did I put it in my backpack?

Immediately Shin grabbed her backpack and started to rummage through it, stopping for a moment to dry unshed tears on the back of her hands. “I-I had it with me this morning! I’m sure of it! I-”

Gaara sighed at the display, as if it was too painful to watch.

“I’m going Shin. We’ll talk later.”

Shin opened her mouth, but the door had already closed behind Gaara.

-----

After that, Shin hadn’t dared to touch the food Gaara had prepared for them, putting it all away in the fridge as quickly as possible, feeling her guilt eat at her inside out.

It must’ve taken him the whole afternoon to prepare all of this. He didn’t even leave any dishes in the sink.

Drying unshed tears on the back of her hands Shin dragged herself upstairs, ready for a cold shower and hours awake, waiting for Gaara to come back. Before going to her room, Shin dropped by Shinki’s, opening the door just a bit to peek at her son.

Of course, he was wide awake.

“Mom?”

Putting a smile on her face Shin walked in Shinki’s room, bending down to plant a kiss on his forehead.

“Why aren’t you asleep, darling?”

The boy sat up in bed, shrugging. “Uncle Kankuro took me out tonight and we just came back. Also I was hoping to see you get home. Why were you late today?”

“Sorry about that… Remember that Inn I told you about? The one built on an oasis a few hours from here?”

“I know. It’s a traditional stop on the way from Konoha.”

“Well, I stopped there for an early lunch and to wait for a couple of hours until the sun dropped down a bit. And… well…”

“You fell asleep and didn’t wake up.” Shinki concluded, staring at his mother with a raised eyebrow.

Shin blushed, smiling awkwardly at her son. The boy knew her far too well, just like his father.

“Yes… I’m really sorry for being so late.”

Shinki shook his head, reaching out to grab one of her hands in both of his. Shin’s forced smile softened to something true as she dropped to her knees by her son’s bed, careful not to let her sweaty body come into contact with his clean sheets.

“It’s okay. I’m just glad nothing happened. Father looked really worried when we got back.”

The woman nodded and kissed her son’s cheek, chuckling when he pulled away slightly. “I’m sorry mom, but you’re smelling.”

“That will do it. In going straight to my shower now. You go to sleep now, alright?”

“Alright. Goodnight.”

“Sweet dreams, darling.”

---

Shin took her time in the shower, hoping with everything she had that by the time she left the bathroom Gaara would be waiting for her in their bedroom. 

But all that met her was an empty bed and the accusing clock.

00:17AM

Shin sighed, pulling a strand of her hair to twirl around her fingers. She always did that when she was particularly anxious about something. Her eyes were already filled to the brim with tears.

Is he still mad at me?

This was uncharted territory for Shin. Sure she and Gaara had had a few disagreements before, but they never lasted more than a few minutes; and they certainly have never gone to bed angry at each other before.

I’m not gonna let this happen.

Swallowing her tears, Shin dropped her towel and quickly put on her civilian clothes before rushing out of the house.

She had to take her report back to the engineer from Kaminarimon Company anyway. might as well drop by her husband’s office on her way back, right?

---

Shin knocked softly on the door to Gaara’s office before peeking inside. Surely enough, Gaara sat at his desk, a small mountain of finished paperwork on each side.

Unfinished on the left, completed on the right.

Shin couldn’t help but smile. It was such a familiar scene; it was comforting in a way. She had lost count how many times she had come to his office late at night, bringing him dinner or just some freshly brewed tea for them to enjoy together before she found a way to drag him back home.

“Gaara?” Shin called softly, allowing herself to walk inside, until she stood in front of his desk. “Aren’t you coming home? It’s past midnight.”

Gaara didn’t raise his eyes from the sheet of paper in front of him. “I still have a lot of work to do.”

Shin put on what she hoped was a warm smile on her face. “You seem to have done a lot already. Surely it can wait until-”

“Until I’m done with overlooking my responsibilities?”

Gaara’s voice was calm and low, but his words were still enough to bite. Shin felt her whole body flinch as she lowered her gaze to the floor.

“Gaara…”

“What even caused you to be so late in the first place?”

“I… I stopped by that Inn - the one in the oasis about three hours from here; I told you about it before - for lunch and to wait until the sun went down a bit. You know how hot it gets at noon. I was just so tired I thought I’d take a quick nap. I overslept. I’m so sorry, Gaara. You know I’d never do something like that on purpose. I was just… really tired.”

Again Gaara didn’t as much as glance her way. He calmly set the paper he was signing on the right pile before taking a new sheet from the left.

Immediately Shin’s hand twirled her hair as she held back tears.

“I-I will leave you alone then.” She settled, walking around her husband desk. Despite the way he tensed at her proximity Shin dared to plant a kiss on the top of his head. “I love you, Gaara.”

She left without response.

---

Gaara sighed, letting his head fall against the back of his chair. The sun was rising in the horizon, and he could see the soft glow of early morning illuminating his office. When he looked at the wall clock it accused 5:16AM.

The pile of paperwork on his left was gone.

I actually finished all my paperwork. But what for? Most of it was not due until next week.

With a depleted sigh, Gaara buried his face in his hands. Exhaustion hit him like a freight train, and he wondered not for the first time that day, what in the world was he doing in his office at such an hour?

I should be home, lying in bed with my wife. Loving her.

Gaara was overreacting, he knew that.

 His wife was late, so what? How many times had they spent birthdays and Valentine’s Day having a late dinner in his office instead of out celebrating because he had work to do? 

The only reason Shin was so exhausted and away from Suna in the first place was because he had asked her to go back to Konoha less than a week after she had returned. News had come up on the Thunder Rail dealings and there were papers that needed to be looked over and signed so the Kaminarimon Company could at last start bulding the train station in Suna. And he had asked her to do it for him.

Again.

I can’t wait for that train to be up and running. Shin won’t have to spend so many days away from home then; away from Shinki and… me.

Gaara needed to go home, apologize to his wife, and hopefully spend the rest of the morning lazing around in bed with her, until it was time for his 1pm meeting.

I should bring her breakfast in bed. Shin has never resisted the smell of fresh coffee before.

Determined, Gaara raised from his chair.

And stood still with his heart in his throat as his office door was opened from outside.

“Shin?”

The Kazekage immediately deflated when the door was fully opened, revealing the chief engineer from Kaminarimon Company, who tumbled inside with multiple scrolls precariously balanced in his arms.

“Ah! Kazekage-sama! I’m so sorry, sir! I didn’t expect to see you here so early! I received Shin-sama’s report last night about the meeting in Konoha and went straight to work. I was just going to drop these blueprints here in your office… I was wondering if we could go over them whenever you have the time?”

Gaara hesitated for a moment. His afternoon was packed with meetings, as were the next few days; while he was willing to put in late hours to go over this matter he couldn’t demand that others would stay until 10PM. 

On the other hand, he was free this morning, and the sooner he went over the blueprints and gave his “go ahead”, the sooner the construction could begin.

And the sooner Shin’s trips to Konoha would only take one day instead of three days each way. And she’ll be able to rest in the train.

Bottling up his exhaustion, Gaara sat back down and motioned to the chair in front of him.

“Would you be willing to talk about it now? Of course, I understand if you’re unable. But I have some free time at the moment so-”

“Oh, thank you Kazekage-sama! I promise I’ll be done with this as quick as possible!”

Gaara smiled politely.

Just a couple more hours, Shin.

---

It was almost 8AM when Gaara got back home. The house was silent and the breakfast dishes were still on the sink.

Kankuro must’ve left late to take Shinki to the Academy. 

Gaara smiled as he washed the couple of plates and cups that had been left there; noticing they had had waffles for breakfast. 

Kankuro could be a bit messy, but he always helped with Shinki in every way he could. And Gaara couldn’t be more thankful for it; he and Shin were often so busy, it was nice that they could count on his brother in times like these.

Once he was done, Gaara went straight to the bedroom he shared with his wife. He was too tired to get close to a stove at the moment. He’d serve her breakfast in bed next morning; right now he just wanted to curl up against his wife and sleep.

But when he opened the door, the bed was empty. Shin's side of the bed was crumpled, as if she had laid down over the covers instead of under them.

She must have had another of her insomnia episodes.

Gaara walked to her side bed and sat down on the mattress, reaching out to lay a palm over her pillow. When his skin touched the fabric he froze. It was slightly moist, as if…

She cried. I made her cry.

Confused and now slightly desperate, Gaara called out her name and checked their bathroom -  also empty -, before going back down. He was sure he had only washed the dishes from two people, and there was no coffee pot in there. Shin never left before having at least one cup of coffee.

Gaara walked through every room in the house, but only when he stepped back into the kitchen he noticed something: a little post-it note glued to the fridge.

Good morning everyone!

I had to leave early to pick up something, but I should be back before lunch. 

I’m really sorry I won’t be there when you wake up today, Shinki. But I left some waffle batter ready in the fridge for you and your uncle! :)

BTW, Kankuro, would you mind cooking Shinki the waffles and taking him to school? Gaara is still at the office doing some paperwork, and I’m not sure he’ll be back in time. =.=

Kisses!

~Shin

Gaara narrowed his eyes. She had just arrived from Konoha, what could she possibly need to-

“Gaara, please. I’m sorry I’m late but we can still do something. Ah! I brought you a present! I’ve been after it for a few months now, and Ino-chan managed to…”

Shin’s voice trailed off as she looked down at her luggage. There was her backpack, a side bag and a large water bottle.

But there was no present.

Immediately Shin grabbed her backpack and started to rummage through it, stopping for a moment to dry unshed tears on the back of her hands. “I-I had it with me this morning! I’m sure of it! I-”

Gaara’s seafoam eyes widened in realization as the piece of paper slid out of his hand. He knew where his wife was, and the knowledge made his heart twist in worry.

She was going back to the Oasis Inn, a place that was about three hours away from Suna. Knowing Shin she would’ve left just before dusk, around 4:30AM, to void the overbearing desert sun. In optimal conditions she’d be back by 11AM, a time when the sun would already be high in the sky and walking through the desert would be nothing short of torture.

But she wouldn’t be in optimal conditions. She would be tired and hungry. She’d be lucky if she was back before 1PM.

Of course, she’d be the person to run back into the desert without sleeping or eating just to recover a present.

Gaara wasn’t unfamiliar to the feeling of guilt. He had dealt with it for a long time in his adolescence and childhood. But it didn’t make it any less unpleasant.

Without taking a moment for himself, Gaara marched out his home again. He knew Shin hated when he used his status as Kazekage to give her any sort of special treatment, but he didn’t care. 

He was sending a team to find her and bring her back to him.

---

Shin was breathing hard, hands on her knees to support her weight as she desperately tried to catch her breath. She was sweating bullets through every pore of her body and when she reached for her water bottle she found it almost empty.

Deciding to save it for later, Shin put her bottle away and straightened up pulling on the straps of her backpack. She felt the comforting weight of the present inside it against her back and it was enough to get her to start moving again.

Just a couple more hours. 

One foot in front of the other, that’s all there was to it. Even if she wasn’t in prime condition Shin believed she could make it to Suna by noon.

Maybe I could pick up Shinki from school, find Kankuro and we all could surprise Gaara at his office for lunch. No, no… what if he’s still angry with me? That would just make it worse. It would be best if I waited at home for him to return. I could order food from a nice restaurant for dinner and we could all eat together. Gaara, Shinki, Kankuro and I… It’s been a while since we enjoyed a meal together.

Shin felt a smile tug on her lips; easily putting the pieces together in her mind until they made for a perfect picture. And she would focus on that picture with everything she had, instead of on the shadows slowly taking over her vision.

One foot in front of the other. That’s all I need to do.

---

Kankuro didn’t know who he should blame more for his situation: his brother or his sister-in-law. 

Amazing how love can make even the smartest people act so stupidly.

His brother would never take something so small as being late personally if it wasn’t such an especial occasion. Not nearly as much because it was their wedding anniversary - Kankuro had watched the couple content themselves with much less in such dates before - but mostly because they hadn’t been able to spend too much together. With the negotiations of the Thunder Rail going on, both Gaara and Shin were spending more time working and less time with family than either of them wanted to. 

“Kankuro-san! I see something! I think it’s her!”

Kankuro focused his attention back on the present, and sure enough there was the shadow of someone standing a few ways ahead of them. They weren’t moving as fast as Shin could though.

Actually, they’re not moving at all. 

The figure doubled over and fell to their knees. Kankuro and the Shinobi exchanged a worried glance before speeding up. As they approached, they noticed something else.

Is that... iron sand?

---

“Kazekage-sama!”

Gaara wasn’t too proud to admit he leaped to his feet when the Jonin barged into his office. No matter that he and Baki had been in the middle of something; it could wait for a few minutes.

“Did you find her?”

“She’s in the hospital, sir.”

Gaara had never moved so fast in his life.

---

Kankuro had been waiting for him at the entrance when the Kazekage marched inside, footsteps as hurried as it was acceptable inside a hospital.

“How is she?”

“She’s okay, Gaara. She was dehydrated when we found her, but nothing life-threatening.” Kankuro spoke, putting himself in front of his brother. “Calm down, take a moment and hear me out.”

Gaara was visibly agitated. “Kankuro, would you please let me see my wife?”

“I will. But you won’t be seeing only her.”

“What do you mean?”

Kankuro hesitated, massaging the back of his neck nervously.

“You see… It seems Shinki also connected the dots in Shin’s notes and figured out she had gone back to the desert. He skipped school and went to find her.”

“What.”

“He’s fine. They are resting in the same room.”

---

Gaara opened the door of his wife’s room slowly, not knowing what he would find in there. He wouldn’t be surprised if his wife, patient and kind as she was, didn’t want to see him at the moment.

It’s my fault she went back out there unready. Worst of all, Shinki ended up involved. I wonder if she’ll even let me sleep in the same bed as her tonight. She has never thrown me out before, but then again, I never put Shinki in danger before.

Drowning in his thoughts and worries, Gaara walked inside the private room and for a moment the breath was taken right out of his lungs.

The room was simple, with two beds pushed together, a bedside table with a pitcher of water over it and a small lounge area by the window, with a table and two chairs around it. The soft orange rays of sunlight that sneaked through the blinds of the window illuminated the scene, giving the room a warm and calm atmosphere.

And in the centre of it all, his wife was sleeping in the bed, with their son snoring softly in her arms.

Gaara watched them, completely stunned. Not for the first time he wondered how in the world did he get so unbelievably lucky. There was a time in his life he wouldn’t dream of having anything even close to love and now he had a strong, kind, beautiful wife, and a smart, honest, hard-working son.

I love them. I love them so much.

Silently Gaara walked to their bedside, until he could reach out and gently comb his wife’s bangs out of her face.

Shin’s eyelids fluttered and slowly opened. It took her a moment to focus on him, but when she did, her reaction was nothing like Gaara had imagined.

His wife looked at him and smiled.

“Did you get your present?”

Gaara blinked. “Huh?”

Shin’s brown eyes danced to the table by the window, and Gaara followed with his gaze. Standing there, alone and unassuming, was a small pot plant. It was a small cactus, barely as big as a fist, with a peach-fuzzy exterior and a yellow flower crown on top of it.

Gaara’s seafoam eyes widened at seeing it.

“It’s a Parojia cactus.” Shin whispered, carefully laying a hand on Shinki’s ear as not to awake him. “Ino-chan found one in the wild a couple of months ago and managed to grow a couple in her store. She told me there’s an estimate of less than a hundred growing in the wild, and even less being cultivated in private.”

“Shin…”

“They are hard to maintain. She even gave me a list of orientations. It’s a bit tricky, but I’m sure it’ll thrive as long as you’re taking care of it.”

Gaara could only stare at his wife, stunned. However, his wife took his silence the wrong way, and her smile faltered.

“Gaara? Did you… not like it?”

The man blinked once, before a warm smile pulled on his lips and relieved Shin of her worries. He bent down at the waist and touched his forehead to hers.

“I love my present. I love you.”

[bambyeol]

Spring Day (p.1)

pairing/s: bae jinyoung x oc  genre: fluff, angst, Hanahaki disease au , high school

prompt : She found the most gorgeous boy flooded with flowers.

song inspiration : Spring Day by BTS wanna one masterlist

There was a secret passageway located just a little beyond the curve of the school's oval. In between two unkempt shrubs laid a trail which led outside the school premises, and she was a regular of that passageway whenever she ditched practice for track and field, or whenever she stopped by the convenience store to buy a few snacks because the school cafeteria served food that should be checked by the local health office. She shuddered when she remembered the stray hair on top of her food the other day.

With a plastic bag full of chips and soda on her arm, and a popsicle stick on her hand, Park Seulla vanished into the thick greeneries upon exiting the convenience store. She had 15 minutes before the afternoon classes started, leisurely strolling on the path, twirling the popsicle stick and whistling to call for air on that dry, humid day.

Like an answer to her whistle, strong wind blew along with flowers that carried the scent of Spring which was weird because it was Summer. She stopped and opened her hand as a flower slowly descended onto her palm, briefly looking in the sky because it seemed like it was raining flowers except it wasn't, and slowly all the flowers reached the ground leaving only a clear view of what was ahead the trail.

There stood Bae Jinyoung - the flower boy of Lila High. It was supposed to be a metaphor, but gazing at him, the pavement flooded with flowers and with a flower petal hanging loosely on the corner of his lips, Bae Jinyoung became the flower boy literally.

Their eyes met, and the whole setting seemed drawn out of poorly conceived romance manga with all the flowers swirling in the background and them, the two lead characters intently gazing at each other, not daring to speak a word. Until, panic registered on Seulla's face a little tad late, and she dropped everything she carried, "Holy shit."

There, she realized that it wouldn't be like a normal romance manga she frequently read because the flower boy who stood in front of her, the prince whom everyone thought had everything within his fingers was afflicted with the dreaded love disease.

Hanahaki Disease.

Quickly, she swiped her phone and dialed the number for emergencies as she rushed to his aid. "Jinyoung-ssi?" Seulla squeaked totally unfamiliar with how to handle the situation in front of her.

The two of them were classmates, but all their interactions were only for convenience and facade of school works. So, she touched him with utmost uncertainty, her fingers barely grazing the ends of his shoulders. He rubbed away the flower petal, and his eyes told her that he didn't know who she was.

"I'm going to call for help," Seulla informed him and brought the cellphone to her ears, but Jinyoung immediately flicked it away and her cellphone bounced on the hard pavement. She winced as she saw a crack flicker from the distance. "That was - !" She hissed lowly and before she was even able to finish her sentence, "Please. Don't call for help," Jinyoung mumbled and threw a wheezing cough.

"Now, I really can't." Sighing, Seulla fished for a handkerchief from her pocket instead and offered it to Jinyoung who just realized his mistake. He lifted his hand, about to apologize to her, "Apologizing won't fix my broken phone. Save your breath." She rubbed his back until he was well enough to stand up properly without coughing out another flower.

By then, lunch has been long over and the 5th period was about to end. Seulla swept off the few petals that landed on her skirt, and picked up the plastic bag and her broken phone. "Uhm -" Jinyoung called out to her, his eyes directed on the pavement, not bothering to meet hers. "Thank you, and I'm sorry," hands fidgeting. She jumped towards him and met his eyes by bending her body and blocking his view of the pavement.

"Jinyoung-ssi. Do you know who I am?" Seulla inquired and his silence meant no. He averted her eyes, "Hmm. Then, I won't accept your thanks and apology," reverting to her standing position and twirling her plastic bag in a full circle.

"I'd appreciate it better if you learned my name instead. After all, we're classmates, right?" Tilting her head with a small smile for her mischief. She paced towards the school premises, formulating inside her head the excuse she should come up with for her absence. 

"Seulla-ssi." Jinyoung breathe out as he stood by the side of her table as their classmates dashed out of the room because it was finally dismissal time. Seulla stopped from fixing her bag to look up and identify who called out her name because the calm and cool voice was totally not Woojin's.

"That's your name, right?" He voiced out unsurely, and she nodded with a smile forming on her lips. "I thought you forgot about it. It took you two days after all,"

"I asked around. Also, I built the courage to approach you first." He laughed softly to ease the embarrassment he felt. She slapped his shoulders to release the tension. "Are you okay now?" Her eyebrows creased, and he shrugged his shoulders. "I didn't tell anyone what I saw."

He nodded knowingly before frowning, "I'm really sorry about your phone. I panicked back there, and that was so stupid of me." He rambled along with his hands, and even though Seulla tried to explain that the phone service provider handled the issue without payment, Jinyoung didn't seem to buy it as he stood with crestfallen expression similar to that of a scolded puppy.

She crossed her arms to think of a solution, lips involuntarily protruding to the side. She clapped her palm and excitedly, "Treat me to the arcade instead?" A glint of eagerness crossed Jinyoung's face and he nodded multiple times which made Seulla question who was more excited in going to the arcade.

When Jinyoung returned with a long strip of arcade tickets that piled up almost covering his face after clearing another game's top score was the only time Seulla considered the possibility that Jinyoung was an arcade addict. Still, she didn't want to connect the two together because the softness of Jinyoung's character was thoroughly out of place on the energetic vibes of the arcade.

"Seulla-ssi! Seulla-ssi ! Look." He brandished the pile of tickets in front of her with unrestrained joy. A smile similar to his spread across her lips. "We can get that huge bear with this," he pointed to the brown bear displayed on top of the shelf which costed 500 tickets.

Seulla noticed that ever since they entered the arcade Jinyoung was eyeing the brown bear, and it surprised her how different was Jinyoung from her impression of him. She thought that he was one of those untouchable flower boys who moved with measured grace, but here he was, challenging the top prize with childlike vigor.

He looked around once again, and saw two unoccupied machines for Tekken. He tapped her shoulders excitedly and pointed to the two machines, grabbing her wrist "Let's play that next!"

Seulla forgot who invited the other to go to the arcade in the first place.

More than a few forceful tapping and rounding of the controller's buttons, Seulla turned her head towards Jinyoung who leaned comfortably on the chair, fingers touching the controller with ease and head tilting proudly from side to side as the screen emblazoned a bold 'K.O' sign.

"Yah. How can a flower boy like you turn out to be an arcade addict? This doesn't even make sense." Stretching her arms and folding it on her nape as she sunk further into the comforts of the fake leather. Jinyoung turned towards her, his eyes crinkling and lines of his eye-smile deepening as he laughed and clapped over his victory.

It seemed like the awkward atmosphere between them has finally settled, and Jinyoung's shyness has gone through the window. "It's already late. Let's go home, now?" She suggested after being notified of the time by the digital clock on the arcade screen. Jinyoung nodded, slung his bag on his shoulder and carried the tickets to the cashier where he redeemed 2 large brown bears.

She awaited by the entrance, amused how the bears almost covered Jinyoung's already small face. He handed out one of the bears to her. "Uhm. I'm sure that it really troubled you to have your phone broken.."

"so you're giving me a bear?" She hugged it with a teasing smile. Jinyoung nodded, eyebrows slightly creased with hesitation.

"I hope we could be friends." He clutched into his bear tighter.

"Jinyoung-ssi, we're already friends" raising the bear she received from Jinyoung.

They often say that Spring is the season of fateful meetings... maybe it just came a little bit later for her. 

wanna one masterlist

a/n : my 2nd Hanahaki fic and now I’m finally posting something for my bias. I really don’t want to write a Hanahaki for Jinyoung because it just hurts me, but lol PAIN. anyway, contrary to my usual style of posting fics that I have already finished, this one is still incomplete and just sitting in the depths of my notepad and documents because I honestly can’t find the time to write these days >.>

 I have so much school work to do which would last until early March, so this serves as a little announcement as well that I’d be posting lesser or none at all >.< but I’ll make up for it in March ! ! ! For now, I’ll just be ghost surfing in Tumblr and reading fics and building up ideas. 

You can always hit me up by sending asks or messaging me ^O^  

[captainderyn]

The whole couple’s ask for Em and Risha because why not?

Going back to the original otp for my 1000 post, thanks for asking about these two nerds! @delavairesslegacy

I’m putting it mostly under a cut because it’s a lot of questions lmao.

For the couple:

1. What drew your character to their LI and vice versa?

For Emeldir it was her wit and just general attitude that drew him to her. He was intrigued and a little curious as to who Risha was and why she acted the way she did and he fell head over heels in the process of trying to figure her out. As for Risha, I’m going to have to say it was probably his willingness to go out of his way to help people even if it didn’t benefit him that drew her to him (even if it pisses her off sometimes, it is still what made her look at him outside of her imagined ‘oh he must just be a typical smuggler).

2. What was the first moment that they knew they were in love with their LI?

For Risha she didn’t realize she was in love with Emeldir until he stood by her through her wild goose chase of a quest to get her father out of carbonite, minimum questions asked after she expressed that she’d rather not reveal everything and then she found she couldn’t kill him. 

For Emeldir…god, I’m not sure. When he found himself missing her when they were separated between jobs, whhe found himself worrying about losing her when jobs start going bad. 

3. When they are having a fight, what is it about and how do they deal with it?

If they’re fighting (outside of the occasional normal life spats)  it probably has something to do with him putting aside a job to help people (whether that’s putting himself in unnecessary danger, losing a reward on a job they worked hard on just to help people, ect) and after things get heated they usually have to take some time away from each other to cool off before Emeldir usually tries to handle the problem less heatedly. 

4. Their favorite physical feature on each other?Is Emeldir’s accent a physical feature? No? Okay, well it’s probably his eyes for Risha. There’s something very intense about them and once she learns how to read him they’re her own secret window into his thoughts. 

For Emeldir…I don’t have an answer. Just *hand waving* Risha. 

5. How do they comfort each other when they are sad?

By just being near each other, talking if they want to. Emeldir tries his damndest to make Risha smile with his wealth of bad puns and terrible humor, but when that doesn’t work he’ll just gather her into his arms if she wants the contact. 

Risha runs her fingers through Emeldir’s hair if they’re close, there’s something soothing about it for both of them and any sort of contact seems to be comforting. 

If they aren’t stuck on their ship or somewhere absolutely gross they’ll go out somewhere, even if its just to walk. 

6. Who is the big spoon?

Emeldir, without question. 

7. Favorite date activity?

When they’re home on Coruscant they really like wandering the city, just looking for stuff to do or even just city/people watching. When they’re stuck on their ship or on the Alliance base it’s binging on their favorite holovids/holo shows. 

8. What are their most prominent memories of each other?

Going off of my own personal canon, Emeldir’s most prominent memory of Risha was originally a vivid memory of a night when both of them were on the bridge where he first saw the woman beneath the mask she wears. Now, I think it’s a just as vivid memory of when he saw her address the Alliance when he was first rescued from carbonite, where he saw how powerful she was and how much had changed. 

For Risha I think her most prominent memory of Emeldir if asked before KotFE was when they were with each other on Coruscant once, at night in the lights when he was just talking about things before smuggling. When they were both just people, no jobs, no overhanging galactic crisis, just them. Now her most vivid memory is caught between his goodbye to her before leaving for Marr’s ship and the last moments she got with him–just his voice–before Marr’s ship went up in flames. Not nearly as nice. 

9. How open are they with their feelings?

Emeldir is very open, he’s an open book no matter what. That changes a bit after KotFE but he’s still very open with Risha. Risha…isn’t nearly as open. It takes her awhile to warm up enough to Emeldir to really open that door to her feelings. 

10. Do they have pet names for each other?

Emeldir calls Risha ‘Rish’ affectionately but he doesn’t really have a pet name for her otherwise. 

Likewise, Risha calls him Deryn on a regular basis but that’s not really a pet name either….so I’d say no. 

11. Do they have any inside jokes?They have a lot of inside jokes regarding things they went through throughout the smuggler storyline, obscure references to crazy things that happened on planets that will have them both wheezing. No one else gets it, but they do. 

12. Do they have similar goals? If they clash, how do they deal?

Yes and no. Throughout their core story, they both want Skaavak taken care of. They both want the subsequential galactic conflicts resolved. They’re big goals usually aline fairly similarly. However its the way they go about getting to those goals or goals along the way they tend to clash on. Differences in ideas about how things should be dealt with and all. They deal with a bit of arguing over some things, but mostly try to give a little for each others goals. As long as it isn’t largely against the others beliefs they’ll usually help each other. 

13. How do they react to being away from each other?They’re pretty good at being away from each other, they try and holo each other on the regular and still try to talk to each other but both are quite good at focusing on whatever task they have to do. 

Being away from each other in the timeskip, being forced apart is quite another story that I can sum up with one word; “badly”. After that, they’re both a little more nervous being away from each other but cope in similar ways. 

14. Is there anything they associate with each other?

Emeldir associates, or more so can’t be on the Phoenix without thinking strongly of Risha. 

There are certain songs/types of music that Risha associates with Emeldir, especially (the star wars equivalent of) violin music as Emeldit played often at home and on his ship. 

15. Does their view of themselves differ from their partner’s view?

16. Jealous at all?

A little bit. Emeldir (unlike his in game self) isn’t a huge flirt outside of jokingly flirting with Risha so there’s not much jealousy to pop up there. There’s a little bit of jealousy for Rineld when that whole mess crops up, which Emeldir aggressively shoves away because he told himself he isn’t going to let his own feelings force Risha’s choice, but that mostly stems from him wondering if he’s not enough for Risha, that if he just doesn’t have the right standing to give her what she wants from life. 

17. Their ways of expressing their love.

Through the little things, what they say, the little actions they do. Maybe some more grand shows of their love on important days like their anniversary but usually small things that just the other will understand is what they do. 

18. Is there any way they disappoint each other?

Yes, there are ways they could disappoint each other and it stems largely from doing something awful by their own standards obviously, but even on a smaller scale breaking each other’s trust. 

19. Describe how they communicate

Surprisingly well for two people in the smuggling business. They’re pretty good–once they learn to trust each other and learn after a few mistakes–at approaching each other calm and collected if they have a problem instead of letting it fester. On the day to day though they banter and sass each other so much that it makes you wonder if they actually like each other. 

20. Did either person change at all, to be with their partner?

They didn’t actively change to make the other like them more. Over time they change as people though, as they get older. 

For the creator

21. Personally, do you think they are a good couple?

I’m a little biased, but yes I do. I think they fit really well together, even with Emeldir being drastically different than the in-game smuggler. 

22. From the outside looking in, what is their dynamic like?

Two sarcastic individuals that you never would think would work together snarking their way through the galaxy. Looking deeper their dynamic is that of two people who know each other as well as themselves and it’s like they’re too halves of a whole. 

23. Did you tailor your OC for the other in the romance?

In a way following the in-game romance did kind of tailor Emeldir to fit a certain type but that’s changed so much that no, not anymore. The Emeldir I have now wasn’t specifically chosen trait wise for Risha. 

24. Is there any moment that happens between them that you know happens and just makes you melt?

There are a lot of moments between them that I know happens that makes me melt lmao. But one that always gets me (which is funny, because I WROTE IT) is when Emeldir proposes to Risha. Because he doesn’t even outwrite propose he dances around the question on a whim and it’s surprisingly sweet.

25. Share any headcanons about their relationship.

Isn’t it funny how you have a ton of headcanons but when you’re asked to talk about them on command you just go blank? Just me? Anyways, 

26. How important is the romance in your OC’s overall story?

It isn’t the most important thing in his story, but come the latter half of his story Emeldir and Risha become each other’s rocks, the one consistent thing in their lives. 

27. What makes you excited about their relationship?

Their entire dynamic and the fact that they have such a great banter whenever I write them. They just click so well. 

28. Is there any similarities to your OC and LI’s relationship to one you have had IRL?

I don’t have a relationship IRL so no, I’m just setting my own standards impossibly high with fictional characters. 

29. What are your favorite moments that happen between them?

Besides when Emeldir not-quite-proposes? Well, I love their whole dynamic of commanding the Alliance together as well as my au where they basically stage a take over of the Republic Senate from Saresh. Basically, their dynamic and the way they compliment each other as a whole is my favorite thing. 

30. How does their love change as they get older?

It gets softer, not nearly as intense in the way it was when they were potentially in mortal peril every other week. 

31. Share anything you would like about the couple!

Well, Emeldir is 6′4 so continuing my trend of height differences…there is a height difference. And I love it. 

[myother2thirds]

partners | chapter 1

description: the one where y/n signs up for her university’s summer abroad trip but she’s partnered with the most infuriating and flirty person of all. who? do you even need to ask?

pairing: pjm x female oc ft. ot7

genre: fluff, humour, angst, slow burn | pg 13 | college!pjm, travelling au

word count: 1078

warnings: none!

author’s notes: this story is actually a collaboration between author e, author a and author t! the idea is that author e be writing from the female character’s perspective while author a will be writing jimin’s! author t helps us come up with cool plots and ideas. anyways, we hope you enjoy! - e

description, character introductions, previous chapter, next chapter

masterlist

lilo POV

June 8 - 4:23 pm

“Eomma, my cab’s out front. I’m leaving.” A faint response can be heard from the kitchen as she yells back, “I’m coming, honey!”

Late for the airport, I think about leaving without saying goodbye but mom would never let me hear the end of it. I scold myself for even thinking about it, after everything she’s done for me these past few months. I can’t do that to her. Plus, I’m confident she’s packing some last minute snack. Who can say no to that?

Two minutes pass. Three minutes pass. Four minutes pass.

“Mom, I’m serious! I’ve got to go, my taxi’s waiting!”

Another minute flies by before I see her jogging form approaching, holding out a thermos of coffee. She knows me too well.

After a long session of goodbyes I quickly make my way down to the lobby hoping to find my cab and maybe make up for lost time. Through the glass doors, I notice a man putting his luggage into the trunk of a car. As I exit the building, I start looking for my own ride, only to realize there’s no other car parked nearby. That’s weird, I called the taxi company a while ago. The driver should have gotten here by now.

My thoughts are cut short when the man loudly shuts the trunk and I catch a glimpse of an all too familiar logo, the Fancy Taxi logo. The logo I stared at online for far too long this morning before deciding to call a cab. The logo of the cab that was now being stolen from me. 

“Ya! Wait a second!” I say, sprinting out of the building, hoping my weak legs can take me at least a hundred meters to the cab.

I rush to a stop, leaning on the hood and bending down to catch my breath.

“I uh, I called this cab a… while ago.” I try. Am I supposed to be this dizzy? I start seeing black specks as I glance back pointing at the apartment complex behind me. 

After what seems like ages of an uncomfortable silence consisting of my wheezing, I start again. “This cab is mine—” I say weakly but he scoffs, making his way to the passenger door.

“You should really hit the gym more often.” he yells out smugly. I don’t quite catch his comment but he must see my fazed expression since he chuckles and continues. 

“I don’t usually do this, I swear.” he continues, although I’m not listening to a word coming out of his mouth, “But my stuff’s already in the trunk and I’m in a rush… I hope you figure things out. Mianhaeyo. (Sorry.)”

I immediately straighten up as swell of panic hits me but it’s too late. He yanks the door open and as I look up to fully face him now, he hops into the cab. 

Of course, I’m left staring at the car which is now driving away. Now in full-on panic mode, I make my way down the street, the dizziness creeping its way back in.

“Lady, where do you think you’re going? The street is for cars. Jugeullae?! (Do you want to die?!)” I hear an angry driver yell out against the sound of the blaring traffic as I cut onto the street. 

Ten minutes later, after a serious debate of calling another company or going back home, I finally find an empty cab.

“Take me to the airport please! I have a flight at 6:50.” I yell out as my mind starts wandering to all the places I went wrong but the driver interrupts me.

“Ma'am, traffic is heavy and—”

“Geunyang ga! (Just go!)” I immediately cut him off. Did that come out too harsh? I didn’t mean it to. I mean, it’s not his fault I’m late. If that guy hadn’t stolen my cab, things would have gone my way for once.

“—and people wanna get outta the city for the long weekend so I can’t promise you’ll make it.” I must have zoned out.

“I know. I know, but I’d like to think luck is on my side today.”

Clearly it isn’t.

________

5:59 pm

“You’ll see signs posted by Konkuk University to help with directions. Please just follow those. They should show up any minute— here! Turn left!” I yell right into his ear. The poor man. 

Throughout the course of this ride, he’s witnessed me clumsily drop my coffee on this backseats, two of my panic attacks and a not so subtle cry for help from the man up above.

“There, that’s how much I owe you!” I say as I basically throw the money at him (with a very generous tip) and start running for my luggage. My flight departs in less than an hour and I’ve still got to check in, get through security, find my gate and board the plane.

It’s gonna be a long night.

________

6:23 pm

“Ma'am, I can’t let you go without seeing your passport,” says the security lady. “It’s against the regulations,” she huffs, glancing at the line of people waiting anxiously behind me.

“Arayo, (I know,)” I answer uncomfortably. I had it before getting on the cab. 

Honestly, it’s like the world’s against me today. I knew I shouldn’t have signed up for this trip. I’m not ready to travel on my own. I can’t even handle living on my own after what happened with Cale—

“Ma'am, there are people waiting to board their plane. If you don’t mind moving to the back of the line and—”

My hands slip past a rough cover in my backpack. “I got it!” I respond enthusiastically as I hold up my, my…

my notebook. You’ve gotta be kidding me.

The lady looks up from her screen smugly as she waits for me to give up.

It’s too late for that now.

________

6:47 pm

“Don’t close the doors!” I yell out, running like a madman through the gatehouse. The flight attendants have already boarded all the passengers. All except one.

“I still have three minutes to board!” I say as I dash my way through the doors praying the airline workers haven’t detached the tunnel thingy from the plane just yet.

To my heart’s content, the plane doors are still open and I make my way through the aisle, ready to find my seat.

You did it Lilo. You’ve outdone yourself this time.

[max-is-tired]

So Much For Not Causing A Ruckus

Fandom: Avengers

Pairing: established Bucky/OC

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanov, Clint Barton, James “Rhodey” Rhodes, Nick Fury, Peter Parker, Sam Wilson, OC

Words: 4.840

Warnings: making out, fighting, explosions, blood, swearing, I think that’s it?

Notes: This is a commission I wrote for @asrasdarling -it was so much fun to write, her OC Jenna is amazing and tbh I never quite realized how fun it is writing these characters. Thank you so much for commissioning me, it was an amazing experience, and sorry for taking so long to actually post it!!

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It all started as a normal Sunday in the Avengers Tower.

Steve was cooking breakfast, moving swiftly around the kitchen as soft notes flowed through the air from the little radio perched in a corner of the counter -no matter how many times Tony pointed out how old and surpassed that thing was, Steve was quite fond of it and because of that it stayed, even if it elicited a half-hearted grumble from Tony every time it played tunes in the same room as him.

Natasha was mostly lounging on a chair, keeping Steve company with light chatter and occasionally flicking a knife through the air as Clint repeatedly tried -and spectacularly failed- to snag something to eat from the vents. Beside her, Rhodey sipped his coffee and idly wondered if he was the only sane person in this godforsaken tower.

(His answer arrived in the form of Sam screeching bloody murder from the living room, followed swiftly by a muffled thump and Clint's all-too-familiar cackle -it appeared the archer had lost interest in trying to steal food from Steve and had decided to go wreak havoc somewhere else. Rhodey simply sighed and downed what was left of his scalding coffee in one large gulp, barely acknowledging Natasha patting his shoulder in sympathy. He really needed a vacation).

As for Jenna and Bucky, they had since claimed one of the training rooms for themselves, slowly working up from light stretches and doing their own thing to a sparring match on the mattress situated in the middle of the room -Bucky's idea, obviously.

Jenna was very much aware that one of the main reasons Bucky had proposed it -like every other time he did- was because her close-fighting abilities were the weakest out of all of their team -which put her in more danger if her hideout were to ever be compromised during a mission than, let's say, Clint. She found it sweet and somewhat endearing, that her boyfriend worried so much about her. That still didn't make her muscles hurt any less after their sparring sessions, which yeah, sucked ass, but what can you do?

Jenna stepped to the side, jerking out of her thoughts just in time to barely avoid one of Bucky's kicks. Maybe she should leave her musings to after getting her butt kicked by her boyfriend.

("That's hot though," pointed out a little voice in her head.

 "Shut up," answered Jenna, pushing said little voice back in the dark hole it crawled out from.)

"You know-" she said conversationally, trying desperately to change the subject as she ducked down to avoid a punch directed at her face -getting a direct hit from Bucky's metal arm hurt like a bitch and a half, she knew it all too well and was not interested in a repeat of that experience thank you very much- "I'm starting to think that these training sessions are actually just a cover to have me all for yourself for a couple of hours."

"Shut up and keep that guard up," Bucky grunted, trying to sound stern even as the shadow of a smile danced at the corner of his lips despite his best efforts to keep it down, "you may be an archer, but being good at self-defense has never hurt anyone before."

"My aching muscles would like to have a word with you about that," Jenna grumbled, skipping a few feet backward to put some distance between them.

Bucky let out a snort, mirth dancing in his eyes, and lunged.

They kept sparring and exchanging quips for another good fifteen minutes -a new record for Jenna, who was barely fighting down a proud smile at her own progress- before Bucky managed to block one of her punches and grab her arm, twisting it behind her back and throwing her on the mattress, effectively pinning her down.

"Aaand you're dead," Bucky said, grinning down at her.

"Kinky," Jenna, quipped back, waggling her eyebrows.

Bucky threw his head back and laughed, pushing himself up with a smile.

"You know-" he chuckled, extending a hand towards Jenna to help her get up- "you're getting better at this. One day I might be the one pinned down to the mattress, who knows."

Jenna's smirk as she took the offered hand was the only warning Bucky got before finding himself thrown on the ground, back pressed firmly to the mattress as his girlfriend towered over him, smugness written all over her features.

"Oh honey, you just have to ask," she drawled before leaning down to kiss him.

+++

They got out of the training room an hour later, grinning and exchanging the occasional quip as they made their way towards their room to take a well-needed shower.

“I’m more than ready to just pass out on the nearest horizontal surface and sleep until tomorrow the earliest,” Jenna groaned, stretching her arms upwards, “I’ve got muscles aching that I never knew I had.”

“Oh, hush,” Bucky said, rolling his eyes, “you say that every time we train.”

“Okay but, and hear me out here-” she countered- “it’s Sunday. Why exactly did we have to train on a fucking Sunday? It should be illegal, honestly.”

“Because Hydra waits for no one, Jen,” Bucky answered, wit a hint of seriousness in his tone.

“I know, I know,” Jenna sighed, moving to kiss his cheek, “I’m still tired, though.”

“A shower and then you’ll be as good as new,” Bucky hummed, opening their bedroom door and motioning for Jenna to get in, “I’d let you sleep in a little, but we got breakfast with the others today.”

Jenna groaned, flopping herself on the bed. “Fuck Sunday breakfast. Whose idea was it anyway?” she grumbled, voice muffled.

“Steve’s,” Bucky chuckled, “and you know he’s not above dragging us down there by force -he’s done that before.”

Jenna muttered something to herself, rolling on her back. At the time it had felt like a cute idea, having a day where they all had their meals together in the tower’s common room -to bond as a team, Steve often said. Give me my coffee already or they'll never find your body, Tony often answered, sleep-deprivation and his overall not being a morning person making it very difficult for him to deal with that very chaotic bunch of superheroes without wanting to break out his iron man gauntlets.

It was during Sundays like this one that Jenna found herself agreeing with Tony on the matter. Sadly, Steve was also a very good cook and the mere thought of his homemade pancakes was making Jenna’s stomach grumble like nothing else -much to her very obvious annoyance and Bucky’s not very concealed amusement.

“Shut up,” she muttered, grabbing the nearest pillow and throwing it into Bucky’s general direction.

“Alright, alright,” said Bucky, throwing his hands up in surrender as he easily sidestepped the flying object, “come on, go take a shower and then we can go be social with the others.”

“Ew, socialization.”

“Jenna, get your ass off that bed and go shower,” Bucky huffed, taking off his shirt and throwing it into the laundry basket.

Jenna hummed, making no move to get off the bed as she let her head hang from one side of it. She smirked, looking at Bucky upside-down as she gave him a full once-over.

“I don’t know, I might need an incentive,” she drawled, waggling her eyebrows, “fancy taking that shower with me? We can save time like that and who knows, I might need some help.”

“You’ll make us incredibly late,” Bucky huffed.

“Who, me?” Jenna batted her eyebrows, putting on her best angelic expression as she made grabby hands at her boyfriend, “what did I ever do to make you think that?”

Bucky shook his head, fighting down a smile as he walked to the bed and swiftly picked Jenna up, bridal style. “You’re impossible, you know that right?”

“But you love me for it!” she chirped, wrapping her arms around his neck as she let herself be carried into the bathroom.

+++

They ended up arriving late for breakfast, of course.

(“Fashionably late, you mean,” Jenna corrected when one of the others pointed it out, grinning devilishly from behind her coffee. Bucky simply rolled his eyes with a smile, grabbing another pancake.)

The meal was surprisingly calm -or as calm as it could be with a bunch of superheroes all sitting around the same table with large amounts of coffee available- and proceeded with next to no hiccups.

If Jenna had to identify some highlights from the meal, she’d probably choose Peter appeared at the kitchen’s entrance halfway through, looking dead on his feet as he shuffled forward -even just cracking his eyes open appeared to be too much of an effort for the boy, who seemed to be relying more on his enhanced senses than anything else.

Of course, walking around with his eyes closed proved to be trickier than Peter probably thought it would be, because he didn’t even have the time to actually enter the room that he promptly smacked his head on the doorway, falling to the ground in  mess of limbs and barely concealed curses.

“Language!” Steve called, not even looking up from the newspaper in his hands. Beside him, Clint tumbled down his chair, merrily cackling his lungs out and consequently ending up choking on his own breakfast -turns out that wheezing on the floor with food still in your mouth is not a good activity for you if you would like to not risk asphyxiation via vengeful, half-chewed pancake pieces.

“Don’t you dare die here, you know how much paperwork that would be?” Tony said from his spot at the table, smirking into his coffee as a very disgruntled Peter threw himself on the chair beside him.

Jenna simply chuckled at the scene, gaining a half-hearted glare from Clint to which she answered with her best angelic smile. Beside her, she could see Bucky fighting down a smirk, their pinkies interlaced under the table as they shared an amused glance.

All in all, it was just a normal Sunday in the Avengers Tower.

So, of course, it could only be Fury the one to step out of the elevator with a grim expression on his face and a tablet in his hands.

“We have a problem,” he said as a way of greeting, immediately causing the atmosphere to become somber.

“I haven’t had enough coffee for this,” Tony grumbled under his breath, standing up and moving towards the kitchen to refill his cup.

Staring at her own cup, Jenna found herself begrudgingly agreeing with him for the second time in the span of one morning.

That was never a good sign.

+++

“So,” Jenna said, taking her seat beside Bucky as everyone entered the conference room, “whose ass are we gonna kick on this fine Sunday morning?”

“This is a serious issue, agent,” Fury reprimanded her, throwing a scolding glare in her general direction.

Jenna simply raised an eyebrow, shrugging.

“Yes, I know, crime never sleeps, always gotta be ready, the whole nine yards,” she quipped, leaning back on her chair, “that doesn’t change the fact that it’s still fucking Sunday and I have every right to be salty about it.”

That drew some snorts and smirks all around the room, plus a half-hearted “preach” from Sam and a sympathetic pat on the shoulder from Clint.

Fury -who had been working with this specific group of people for years now and was, to his dismay, more or less used to their antics by now- simply grumbled some expletives under his breath, choosing to ignore the bunch of snickering idiots -minus Steve, who was starting to look like a very tired grandfather- and activated the holographic display.

“Everyone-” he started once he was sure he had everyone’s attention- “meet our newest target.”

Silence fell as the presents took in the projection of one of the most intricate underground building most of them had never laid their eyes on, a seemingly infinite number of corridors, passages and crevices unraveling for miles and miles.

“Is that… a Hydra base?” Bucky asked.

Fury nodded.

“I thought we had taken them all out months ago,” Steve said, frowning.

“So did we,” Fury answered, “somehow, this specific base managed to stay undetected until not too long ago. There were rumors going around, passing mentions in confiscated documents that never amounted to anything important, but we never quite managed to locate it until now.”

“What changed?” Natasha asked.

“We think there was a leak of some sort -we found documents that confirmed the base’s existence and location, together with some encrypted files our best technicians are working on right now.”

Jenna raised an eyebrow. ”Well, that doesn’t sound suspicious at all.”

“She’s right,” Rhodey pointed out, “how can we be sure this is not a trap?”

“We can’t,” Fury admitted, “but we can’t ignore the threat this base poses either -there has to be a reason why Hydra made sure we wouldn’t be able to locate it.”

“Well,” Tony said, a grin on his face as he watched the hologram slowly rotate in front of him, “only one way to find out, right?”

+++

They left for the Nevada desert a few hours later.

“Okay, we’re officially en route!” Clint called out from the front of the quinjet, activating the auto-pilot mode, “we’re set to arrive in a few hours, FRIDAY will activate the invisibility cloak once we’re near the objective.”

“You know that’s not its real name, right?”

Clint waved Tony off with a grin, spinning his chair around. “Do I know? yes. Do I care? Not really, no.”

Jenna snickered, watching Tony pinch the bridge of his nose in annoyance. Beside her, Bucky rolled his eyes, giving her arm a playful pinch. “Play nice.”

“Who, me?” Jenna said, batting her eyelashes in faux-innocence as she leaned in to leave a peck on Bucky’s lips, “I’m always nice.”

“No making out in the quinjet!” Tony called out.

“You’re not the boss of me!” Jenna called right back.

“Okay, kids, calm-down time,” Natasha said, stepping between the two as her mouth twitched upwards, “how about we concentrate on the task at hand, hm?”

They both grumbled something under their breath, but otherwise stayed silent. Natasha nodded approvingly and then moved back to her seat.

Of course, as soon as her back was turned, Jenna stuck her tongue out at Tony, who stuck his own right back. Beside him, Peter tried very hard not to snicker, hiding his grin behind his holographic pad.

“Do you guys think Steve is still pouting, back at the tower?” Clint asked suddenly, spinning on his chair over and over.

“Probably,” Tony shrugged, “and if you end up puking all over the floor I will throw you out of the jet.”

“Last I heard from Rhodey and Sam, he’s taken over the kitchen and doesn’t seem intent on leaving it anytime soon,” Natasha said, “at least we’ll have something ready to eat for when we get back.”

“Well, it’s not like we could bring him with us -the mission is to infiltrate the base, not destroy it while fighting everyone in it.” Jenna shrugged.

“We still brought Bucky,” Tony pointed out.

“At least he knows what “stealth” means,” Jenna quipped back.

Bucky chuckled, shaking his head. “I know I should feel bad for Steve, but you are absolutely right.”

“Okay, do we want to go over the plan one more time before we get there?” Tony asked.

“We split into teams, get in, grab the information we need and get out without making too much of a ruckus,” Clint dutifully recited, “I’ve got my doubts on the last point, I have to admit, but I think we all know what we need to do by now.”

“Get the information and try not to get killed in the process?”

“Exactly.”

Bucky sighed. “Let’s just hope it doesn’t come to that, alright?”

+++

Of course, it absolutely came to that.

Jenna ducked behind another corner, barely avoiding being detected by the two guards sprinting down the corridor. She sighed in relief when their footsteps disappeared, taking a moment to breathe as she tuned into her headpiece.

“Three more incoming on your right!” Clint’s voice rang into her ear, followed by what sounded like Natasha grunting in effort. They seemed to be holding their own alright -same thing for Bucky and the others, it seemed, which made her sigh in relief as she worked out her next step.

“Tony,” she called into her earpiece, waiting for him to answer before going forward, “do you have my position?”

“That I do, sweetcheeks.”

The line gave a crackle, followed by Bucky’s voice. “Stark, don’t flirt with my girlfriend.”

Jenna shook her head, fighting down a smile. “Is there some sort of control room near where I am?”

“Let me check,” silence followed as Tony checked his map, “yeah, two corridors down to the left -it should be signed on your map.”

Jenna tapped her wrist, watching as her suit projected a miniature map in the air -and there it was, a tiny red dot blinking on and off to indicate her destination.

“Perfect,” she grinned, taking off.

Reaching the control room was relatively easy, most of the guards being currently occupied fighting the rest of the group on the other side of the base -no one had spotted her just yet, and she was very intent on keeping it that way.

She made quick work of the two guys stationed into the room, taking them down before they could even register her presence. Then, she moved towards one of the computers near the back, quickly turning it on.

“Okay guys, I have access,” she called into her comm.

“Nice work,” came Tony’s voice, “just plug in the drive I gave you and let FRIDAY do the rest.”

“Aye aye captain,” Jenna answered, grabbing the aforementioned drive from one of her suit’s pockets.

“Okay Fri, work your magic,” she muttered, plugging it in. Immediately, a loading icon appeared on the screen, advancing quickly to 20%.

“Come on,” she hissed, watching as it reached 50% and then 80% -she knew full well anyone could come into the room at any moment and discover the bodies of the two guards, and she wasn’t keen on being present when that happened.

Of course, luck didn’t seem to be on her side today.

“Shit, on your fifth!”

“Quick, someone stop him before-”

Suddenly, an explosion went off, the shockwave hitting the entire base. Fighting to keep her balance, Jenna rolled under one of the tables, hoping the entire room wouldn’t crash down on her. In her ear, her comm crackled with her teammates’ shouts and swears, and then silence.

It took a few minutes for the shaking to die down, and a few more for Jenna to feel safe getting out from under the table. She quickly turned towards the computer, sighing in relief when she saw it was still intact and functioning. The charging icon indicated 100% complete, and Jenna didn’t lose any time grabbing the flash drive and hiding it in her suit again.

There was no way she was losing it after all the effort it took to grab all of the information.

“Guys?” she called, tapping her comm, “guys, do you receive me?”

Crackling static was her only answer.

“Shit,” she swore -the explosion had probably disrupted the line. She just hoped everyone was alright.

Jenna turned, intent on getting out of there as soon as she could -she needed to let the others know the mission was complete.

However, before she could sneak out, the door got kicked open, four fully-armed guards charging into the room with their guns trained on her.

“I would stay very still if I were you, doll,” one of them sneered.

Well, fuck, was all Jenna could think before all hell broke loose.

+++

“Is everyone okay?” Tony called out, pushing some debris off.

“We’re okay!”, called Bucky from somewhere to his right, followed by another affirmative from Natasha and a displeased grunt from Clint.

“Does anyone have any news from the Spider kid and Jenna?”

Clint tapped his ear before shaking his head. “The comms are down.”

“Last we heard they were in completely different sectors from the one that blew up,” Natasha pointed out, “they’re probably okay.”

“They better be,” Bucky grunted, sitting up, “where’s the asshole?”

“Knocked out from his own explosion,” Tony answered, pointing to the slumped floor a few feet away from them, “he probably hit his head when the shockwave hit.”

“I hope he got a concussion, the fucker,” Clint grumbled, dusting his arm.

“Come on, let’s get out of here and find the others,” Tony said.

But before they could move, someone else entered the room.

“There is no need for that, Stark.”

Everyone in the room immediately trained their weapon on the man standing in front of the doorway -Dr. Weisser, Bucky’s mind supplied, recognizing the man from one of the files Fury had given them.

“I think you guys might want to rethink that approach,” the man said, grinning, “that is, if you know what’s best for you.”

“Try again, pal,” Clint barked, “it’s four against one, you’re not in the position to give any orders.”

“Oh, really?” Dr. Weisser cocked his head to the side, “and what about your friends?”

The four stiffened.

“My men found your lovely archer in one of the control rooms a few minutes ago,” he kept going, “and it’s only a matter of time before we find your other agent -a single spider can’t do much against a whole platoon of highly-trained soldiers, can it?”

He walked forward, grin never faltering even as his chest touched the tip of Clint’s arrow. “So I highly suggest you all cooperate, or your lovely girl might just in a rather unfortunate situation.”

“You bastard,” Bucky seethed, eyes flashing dangerously.

“Takes one to know one, doesn’t it?” Dr. Weisser shot back, “now, how about you all put down your weapons? I need to inform my superiors I have half of the Avengers under my control -I’m sure they’ll be delighted to hear such surprising news don’t you agree? Maybe they’ll even give me a promotion, who knows.”

Dr. Weisser reached into his pocket, grabbing what seemed to be a communicator. But before he could even try and turn it on, a white web came out of nowhere, snatching the device out of the man’s grip and attaching it to one of the walls at the far end of the room.

“What-!” was all the doctor managed to exclaim before another string of white fluid surrounded his body and reduced him to a ball of hard-as-steel, wiggling webbing.

“You know,” Spiderman called out from the ceiling, scratching his chin as he hanged upside-down, “this situation couldn’t be more cliché if you tried -a villain getting stopped because he lost too much time monologuing? Come on, dude.”

“You little shit,” seethed Dr. Weisser, “now the girl is gonna get it -guards!”

Peter shrugged, jumping to the ground. “If you’re talking about the guys in the control room, you can stop yelling -I think they’re taking a nap right now.”

“You bastard!” the man roared, struggling against Peter’s webbing, “how dare you-”

Natasha kicked him in the back of his head, sending him sprawling to the ground.

“What?” she shrugged when the others turned to look at her, “his yelling was starting to get annoying.”

“We better get out of here fast, anyway,” Peter said, “I’m pretty sure they called for reinforcements, and I don’t know about you guys, but I really don’t want to be here when they storm the place.”

“Wait, what about Jenna?” Bucky asked.

“She’s okay, don’t worry,” Peter assured, smiling under his mask as he watched Bucky’s shoulders sag in relief, “she’s waiting for us at the jet, we split up so I could find you guys.”

“Great job, kid,” Tony said, grinning proudly, “come on team, let’s get out of here.”

“God, you’re such a dad,” Clint snickered, shouldering his bow.

“Keep being a little shit and I’m leaving you here!”

+++

Jenna sighed as she entered the quinjet, quickly closing the hangar door behind her and moving towards the pilot’s seat.

“FRIDAY, get the engines on standby,” she called watching as the console lit up as she spoke, “as soon as the others arrive we’re getting out of here.”

Then, when everything was set up and ready for departure, she finally allowed herself to relax, slumping on her seat as she took off her glasses and dragged a hand down her face.

“Well, fuck,” was all Jenna could think before all hell broke loose.

A white web shot out from above and grabbed two of the guards’ weapons, snatching them out of their hands before they could even react.

Taking advantage of the men’s shock, Jenna quickly dove behind the nearest table, throwing it to the ground and using it as a makeshift shield.

“Wow, you guys are very bad at this!” a very familiar voice called from the ceiling, Spiderman’s suit appearing in front of everyone’s eyes.

Jenna grinned, grabbing her bow and knocking in two arrows. Then, as quick as lightning, she jumped out of her hiding spot, releasing the string and taking down two other guards.

“I’ve never been happier to see a spider before!” she called out, grabbing another arrow and hitting another target with deadly accuracy.

Peter laughed in response, swinging from side to side -he was way too quick for the guards to properly aim at him, and the tide was quickly but steadily turning in their favor.

Not even ten minutes later, Jenna and Peter were the only two left standing in the room.

“Since when you can become invisible?” Jenna asked, shouldering her bow.

“You liked it?” Peter asked, obviously proud, “I added the feature myself! I wanted to show it to Mr. Stark after breakfast, but then, well, you know what happened.”

“Kid, you’re a fucking godsend,” she grinned, smacking him on the back, “I’m pretty sure you just saved my life back there.”

“Oh! Um,” Peter stammered -Jenna was ready to bet all of her money the kid was blushing under his mask, “you’re welcome?”

Jenna laughed. “Come on, I’ve got the info we need -now we just need to find the others.”

“It won’t be easy,” Peter frowned, looking back towards the door, “the corridors are full of guards the more you go towards the center of the building -and I’m pretty sure that’s where Mr. Stark and the others are.”

Jenna hummed, pondering their options.

“Okay, new plan,” she finally said, giving Peter a mischievous grin, “how do you feel about putting that neat invisibility feature of yours a little more?”

If she has to be honest, Jenna is just glad Peter had appeared when he did -if he hadn’t she was pretty sure things would have gone south really fast for her.

“I’m never gonna complain about Stark bringing a teenager to our missions again,” she muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Mr. Stark is on his way,” came FRIDAY’s voice, startling Jenna out of her thoughts.

She straightened up and adjusted her glasses, glancing out of the cockpit to see her teammates’ figures quickly approaching the jet.

“Open the hangar door and get ready for take-off,” she instructed.

A few seconds later, everyone quickly filed in, the door quickly closing as soon as everyone was accounted for.

“Let’s scram before anyone else decides to join the party.” Tony said, “FRIDAY, get us out of here.”

Jenna spun her chair around as the jet took off, grinning at her teammates. “So, what was what Fury said? Do not make a ruckus?”

Clint snorted, shaking his head as Natasha gave a small, amused smile.

As for Bucky, well, he simply stalked to Jenna’s chair and gently grabbed her, taking her into his arms with a relieved sigh.

Confused, Jenna put her arms around him, hugging him back. “Not that I’m complaining, but… are you okay? Did something happen?”

“Some douchebag threatened to hurt you if we didn’t cooperate,” Clint explained, “Thankfully, he made the most cliché error ever.” 

Jenna raised an eyebrow, leaning her head on Bucky’s shoulder. “Let me guess- evil monologue?”

“Evil monologue,” Clint nodded.

Jenna snorted, shoulders shaking in laughter. She looked up at her boyfriend, giving him a reassuring smile.

“I’m okay,” she murmured, pecking him on the lips, “Peter saved my ass before things got too bad.”

“Guess we all gotta thank him today, then,” Bucky hummed, leaning down to give her a proper kiss.

“Hey, no making out in the jet!” called Tony from behind them, “there are kids present!”

Jenna flipped him off, smiling into the kiss.

And as the jet brought them home, a hidden Hydra base in the middle of the desert blew up into tiny pieces.

So much for not causing a ruckus.