#and will i admit that her laughing totally woke me up but she kept flirting w/ me regardless of the fact?? maybe

[squiddybeifong]

Fluffy Q, BabsRae with 12? 💕💕💕💕 it’s been a Hot Second since either of us wrote for them & I miss that 💕

Table for Two, Chapter Three

12. Who falls asleep on who? What is their reaction when the other falls asleep on them?

From this list of fluffy prompts:

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Despite being early January, Gotham hadn’t been burdened by too much snow. A small blanket had covered the ground but the sidewalk had yet to be turned into a slurry mess. Which was very useful since Raven’s idea of bringing out the ‘big guns’ was taking Barbara to her absolute favorite place in all of Gotham: Robinson Park. Staying on the south end so that the sunny glare from the snow was hidden by Gotham City Hall, the two found their way to a remarkably dry park bench hidden under an elm’s branches. Barbara held a plastic box in one hand, the other wrapped around Raven’s arm. For balance, of course.

Snickering as she brushed the snowflakes clinging off her hair, Raven let her bag drop to her feet as she took a seat next to the librarian. She slid her arm down until they were practically holding hands, grinning at the redhead as she popped open the plastic.

“Dried peaches,” Barbara murmured. Raven raised a brow and she flushed, “Have you ever tried them? They’re my favorites.”

Raven shrugged, “Can’t say I have.” The waitress plucked a piece out and rested an elbow on the bench’s back, curious as she tried one. Babs watched her as she ate her own slice, feeling an odd sort of leisure in the coziness of their little scene.

That leisure somewhat broke as Raven curled against her side, her cheek warm through the heavy coat that the redhead wore. Barbara cuddled back and they fell into a comfortable silence, blinking away the occasional snowflake off their lashes as they snacked and people watched. But even the hilarity of watching people do their best ice-skating impressions couldn’t keep the yawn from escaping her. Raven lazily rested her chin on the librarian’s shoulder, her smile a bit timid despite the bold move, “Sleepy?”

“Yeah,” Running a hand through her hair, green eyes suddenly went wide as she met Raven’s gaze. She flushed and tried to explain, lest her date get the wrong idea, “I had a big test Wednesday, a double shift last night then a morning class earlier today.”

Her heartbeat would’ve relaxed when the waitress seemed to understand, although the small smile that curled her lips was more than enough to get Babs’ heart thumping all over again. “Masochist,” Raven murmured, amused and impressed at the librarian’s resolve. She watched as freckles were consumed in a blush as the redhead fiddled with the side of her glasses. Her words came out fast, as if she wasn’t sure whether or not to say something so impulsive on just their second date, “Well, it’s worth it if I get to spend the rest of my day with you.”

Raven’s shoulders shook as she held back her chuckle. Feeling charmed, she smiled at the comment and pecked the outside of her date’s coat. Emerald eyes widened behind the glasses and she cuddled closer, sighing out, “So you’re warm, cute, and a nerd.”

Barbara let out a groan at her teasing, smothering her giggles with her palm as warmth seeped into her. She leaned closer for more cuddles, enchanted at the knowledge that Raven thought she was cute. Her thoughts short circuited as the budding baker wrapped her arms around her waist as they settled down, their breaths puffing in the air as a warm, amused silence enveloped them. After another moment, Barbara licked her lips and spoke again, “You don’t mind the quiet?”

Gray eyes flicked up to her face. “You’re a librarian,” The waitress deadpanned. Raven chuckled again, “I thought that was a part of your job.”

“Well, yeah. But you don’t need to be if you don’t want to.”

Her past disasters of first (well, second) dates came to mind as Raven looked at her for a moment. Babs wondered if she was being a bit too on the nose before the shorter woman simply hummed, sneaking another peach as she sunk down to rest her cheek on the redhead’s shoulder again, “I like the quiet. It’s nice.”

“Yeah?”

“Mmhmm,” Raven squeezed her hand and let them lay in their laps. She smiled as Babs intertwined their gloved fingers. Her eyes closed and a snicker escaped her as the redhead murmured, “Reminds me of that Pulp Fiction quote.”

Raven lifted her head and smirked at her date, “Wow, a librarian who knows pop culture movie references? You’re just the whole package, huh?”

She batted her lashes at Babs, her teasing lessened at the way her eyes flicked to the redhead’s mouth. Barbara bit her lip and leaned in, nervously giggling as their noses bumped. Her hand came to cup the waitress’ cheek and Raven tilted up to kiss her.

It was a slow, lazy, timid kiss, no more than a peck. They reluctantly pulled apart as their ears filled with the sound of the ice slurry squishing under a passing car’s tires. Raven gazed at her through half-lidded lids, licking her lips once and then reaching up to kiss her again. Babs hummed as she grabbed onto the waitress’ shoulders, leaning her weight on the bench’s back as she smiled into the embrace.

They separated again, their cheeks burning. Babs could only quietly whisper, “Woah…”

Raven nodded, her fingers fanning out over her waist, “Yeah…”

A beat, then they leaned in for one more peck, giggles bursting out of them as Barbara’s glasses jerked up when their foreheads touched. Gray eyes were shiny as Raven booped their noses again. Her words came out in a murmur, “I like hanging out with you like this…”

The redhead smiled and hummed as she urged Raven’s face into her scarf, holding her as they got comfy again on the bench. She ran her fingers over the violet-dyed strands as they sunk into another bout of quiet, simply enjoying each other’s presence as the snow started coming down a bit faster.

Everything was… calm.

Despite her rapidly beating heart and the taste of Raven’s chapstick on her lips, Babs felt her tired lids drooping down as she let herself get swept up in the warmth and weight of her date leaning against her. Vaguely, she rationalized her actions as being so tired from her previous all-nighter, but her thoughts trailed off as the spicy mango of Raven’s shampoo lulled her to sleep.

Raven lifted her head as the arms around her loosened just a tad, her eyes snapping open as a quiet snore sounded above her.

She bit back an incredulous laugh, burying her face in the soft cotton of Babs’ scarf. Snickering, she muttered into the fabric, “No fucking way.” Still the waitress paused before she moved, unsure of exactly how to get up without waking her. Before she could even begin to think of anything, a car let out an indignantly long honk. Barbara shifted at the noise, a quiet huff escaping her as she started to wake up.

Raven raised her chin to look at her, letting out a squawk as a blob of snow fell from the branches above them. The waitress winced, more concerned at Babs’ gasp than the cold seeping through her own clothes.

“Sorry about that,” She murmured, hastily moving onto her knees and brushing the snow off her date’s shoulders. Gray eyes critically ran over the redhead’s face, narrowing in worry at how exhausted the librarian really was. Pale hands rubbed at some crystals that clung to freckled cheeks, her smile timid, “You’re gonna wear yourself out, you know.”

“I thought that was your job.” Babs impishly leaned forward at her own words, booping her nose to Raven’s. She savored the wide, flustered gaze aimed her way for only a moment, then her eyes widened comically as her sleep deprived mind realized exactly what she just said.

Blushing but focused, Raven ran a tongue over her teeth, “My apartment’s a few blocks from here.” The waitress murmured out something in another language under her breath as she worriedly brushed aside Babs’ hair to feel her forehead. A part of her was buzzing at the intimacy of the act and the blatancy of the redhead’s accidental slip, but she was mainly concerned with how pink her cheeks were getting –and not in the good way.

She hummed and readjusted the scarf tighter around Barbara’s neck, “I know we didn’t plan it, but you could spend the night, if you’d like?”

Embarrassment and amusement lined emerald eyes, “Don’t you mean if we’d like?”

Raven snorted, the movement a bit strained with concern, “Ask Zamyatin if you want, but this half of we is fine with it.”

“Good, but I don’t have a pink slip,“ Babs teased. She held both of Raven’s hands to brace herself as she stood, shaking her head to clear the fog of not being able to quite fall asleep. The librarian pushed up her glasses to rub at her cold lashes, faltering as she realized what she said.

Raven squeezed her hands and turned towards the street, her easy (albeit worried) smile stopping the redhead before she could apologize, "Pfft, I got you to join me out here. If anything you’re D-503.”

The librarian paused at her words as Raven started leading them away from the snow-laden tree, a chuckle-turned-yawn escaping out of her a second later. Briefly, she wondered whether or not she could risk stealing another kiss but pushed the thought aside, “No one ever gets references to that.”

“We is a classic,” Raven winked and tugged on her arms, resting her palm in the crook of the taller woman’s elbow. Gray eyes glanced up at the sky once, noting how fast the snow was starting to come down, “I’ve got a copy or two back home. Let’s get you there and warm and then we’ll make all the dystopian references you want, okay?”

Babs nodded as she yawned, the move cut off by a series of sneezes. Raven furrowed her brows and cuddled closer. “I’ll get us a Lyft,” She muttered as she fumbled with her phone. A snicker came out of her when Babs immediately guessed, “Then off to the Ancient House?”

Raven didn’t look up from her phone, pressing her cheek against her date’s shoulder. She smirked and clicked her tongue, “Sleepy Babs is a Horny Babs, apparently.”

Barbara shrugged and kissed the waitress’ temple, the snowflakes on her glasses keeping her from seeing how Raven nearly dropped her phone at the move. She was still lethargic and the goth’s heat on her side was bound to make her drift off again. Green eyes blinked, opened, then closed as another yawn reminded her that she really shouldn’t do any all-nighters without caffeine, “We can still cuddle though, right?”

Raven glanced up at her face, a small hum rumbling out of her as Babs kissed her temple again, “Cars are really good for that.”

Tenderly tugging the redhead towards their car Raven nodded, her heart pounding at just how enjoyable casual affection was. Her voice was a beat faster than normal as she agreed, “Of course.”

[blonde-in-charge]

Wildcard, Chapter Three

Words: 2.6k

Summary: Steve Rogers found you on the side of the road after a mission involving Hydra and convinced the Avengers to take you in. You have no name, no memories, and no idea of what you are capable of. All you know is that you are a super soldier with more hidden abilities than you care to admit. The first step to finding answers was to train you. Nobody, including you, knows what is up your sleeve.

Characters: Bucky x reader, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Tony Stark, Random Hydra guy, Sam Wilson

Warnings:  Mentions of blood/violence, brief unwanted touching, Cursing, Fluffy!Bucky, Flirting

Words: 2.6k

The table underneath you was frozen from the amount of stress you had been under. They just kept injecting things into you, hoping to get some kind of reaction from your body. You had stopped feeling the pain of the needle and experiments weeks ago, which just made everything worse for you in the long run. They were getting annoyed with the fact you had stopped reacting to whatever painful serum they had injected you with that day and it resulted in beating to get a reaction from you. You stared up at the cracked ceiling of your concrete room and counted each crack for the millionth time. You kept yourself company in your mind, getting lost in your thoughts to pass the time until your next beating. You shivered at the cold beneath you, the last serum made ice bleed from every one of your pores. You heard the shrill sound of the old iron door open from the side of the room, you didnt turn your head to see whoever came in anymore, they were all the same type of evil. 

“Your wounds have healed very quickly, you are replicating the progress of our last soldier.” said the thick voice. You hated to think someone else had gone through this hell before you had. You wondered if they escaped or died before they moved onto you. 

You felt a burn in the back of your throat, “What's on the menu today doc? Electro-therapy? Waterboarding? New superhuman power that causes injury to one of your minions?” The one fond memory in your head of this place, being your body set itself on fire as well as one of the more hostile minions of Hydra. You smirked fondly at the memory as the hydra doctor worked his way around you observing the healing process. Every wound that opened on your body disappeared within a couple of hours, which is apparently what they wanted. 

“Nothing on the menu today, we are going to start to prepare you for the memory wipe.” Was all the man said and you felt your heart jump into your throat as the man chuckled, “You will do great things for us, American Girl.” You started pulling at your restraints for the first time in weeks, trying to fight your way off of the table once again. The man gave you a sickening chuckle while watching you struggle and you glared at him. He reached up to run a dirty hand slowly up your leg, “Such a pretty girl, such a shame you must-” He ended his sentence abruptly as you lit your body on fire, burning the man's flesh. You grinned at him as your body started to fizzle out. He held his burnt hand to his body and looked at you with rage, “You stupid slut.” 

You continued to grin as he left the room, feeling somewhat accomplished. Your smile slowly faded as you thought back on the memories they would take from you. Y/N Y/L/N, you were a successful accountant in one of the most successful banks in Manhattan. You lived alone, you haven't spoken to your family since you lost your father. Your mom became an alcoholic after his death, the only thing you really regretted was leaving your little sister, Macy, behind. Your job would have already replaced you by now, and people would have stopped looking for you. You stopped fighting for an escape because you knew you had nothing to go back to. 

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You woke up slowly to the sound of soft snoring, your body tensed up, wondering who was in your bed. Then you realized this wasn't your bed when you looked up into the face of the sleeping soldier. Your body instantly relaxed as you lay your head back on his chest. His right arm was slung over your waist and his metal arm was holding your forearm against his stomach gently. You closed your eyes, replaying the events of the night before in your head. Hydra had come back for you, but for what reason? Then your eyes snapped open and you looked up at Bucky gently shaking him. He opened his eyes slowly and looked down at you, obviously confused about why he was holding you. Realization dawned on him and his eyes filled with concern, “You okay?” 

“Y/L/N.” Was all you said to him as you continued to stare into his steel eyes.

“Who is that?” He asked, raising his eyebrow.

“I remembered my last name.” You said softly to him, “I remember my life before I was taken.”

He sat up quickly and looked into your eyes, “You remember now?” You nodded your head at him, unsure whether you should smile or cry. “Y/N, that's amazing.”

You looked away from him and sat back, “Is it?” you replied solemnly.

“Why wouldn't it be?” He tilted his head slightly, trying to read your thoughts. The sound of the door sliding open cut off your response as Steve came in. Steve stopped in the doorway and examined the scene in front of him. You were sitting to the side of Bucky, wearing his shirt with no pants on, with your legs strung across his thighs. Bucky had his metal hand resting against your calf and was leaning back against the headboard behind him. Bucky’s face turned a dark pink as he realized the situation before taking his hand off of your leg. You remained unphased as you looked over at Steve. 

Steve watched you both and cleared his throat, “The safe house is all set up, can you both be ready by 0300?” You nodded at Steve, who glanced back at Bucky before leaving the room.

You both sat in silence for a moment before you crawled over bucky to the other side of the bed, his eyes perked up as he watched you unmoving, “Where are you going?”

“I have to pack my bag, don’t I?” You stood up and raised your arms above your head to stretch out your back. 

Bucky started to climb out of the bed himself before he stood next to you, “I’ll go with you.” You laughed softly and chose to not object to his company. He followed you down the hallway to your room and you stopped in the doorway to survey the damage. Your bed hung off the side of the bed frame as if the mattress had been thrown. The drawers in your dresser were all thrown open and all of the clothes were spread around the room on the floor. You sighed quietly and started picking up articles of clothing. You searched around for the SHIELD duffle bag you had before shoving clothes into it. Bucky’s eyes raked across the room, he walked towards the bed and adjusted it to its correct position before picking up shirts and folding them neatly into the bed. You smiled slightly to yourself as you found a pair of leggings on the ground and started pulling them on and up over your thighs. You struggled slightly and then looked up to see Bucky staring at you. 

He stilled, realizing he had been caught and looked down at the tee shirt in his hands, “Sorry, guess I got distracted.”

You laughed softly and patted him on the arm, “It's okay Buck, it's not like I don't stare at you sometimes.” You were unashamed of the confession. Sometimes while training you'll watch Bucky in the gym and sometimes, if you're lucky, you'll be able to see him lift his shirt up to wipe the sweat off his face. You would never apologize for that.

Bucky looked utterly confused as you packed the last of your things and zipped up your bag, throwing it over your shoulder. He stood up with you and looked down at you. You weren't a short person, you were taller than most girls but still shorter than all of the male avengers so you barely had to crane your neck up at him. His steel blue eyes looked so much lighter in the moment. You turned away from him and started walking towards the door, looking back at him. “Ready?” You asked him, raising an eyebrow.

  “Yeah, go meet with Steve, let me grab my bag.” You nodded at Bucky as you walked into the living area, ignoring the shattered glass on the floor you followed the voices to the kitchen.

“So she just hopped up on this man's shoulders and took him down like that?” Sam snapped his fingers together to get the point across, “Did Natatsha teach her that?”

Tony shook his head and bit the fingernail of his thumb, replaying the 30 second hallway footage from the night before, “Natasha hasn't moved past the basics of fighting with her, we have been focusing on figuring out what she can do power wise.” Steve stood silently with the three, his arms crossed watching the looped video. 

Sam shook his head at the screen, “This chick is a total wildcard.”

You dropped your bag on the ground behind them making them all turn around quickly. You stared at the projection in front of you, you barely recognized yourself. You have never been able to put Sam on his ass in the ring and now you're swinging your body weight around on some random guy? The temperature dropped a couple of degrees in the room as a result of your anxiety. The three men stared at you as you took a step back, you made eye contact with Steve, “Y/L/N.”

Steve looked confused, “What? Who’s name is that?”

“Mine.” You said quietly, “My name is Y/N Y/L/N. I had a dream about it. I know my name.”

-

You sat at the table along with Steve and Sam. You were staring off at a wall while shoveling cereal into your mouth. You had only been at the tower for about two weeks now and had a good routine with the two men in front of you. You still didn't have a name. You have been going by kid, kiddo, chick, and rescue. You have been searching your brain for a hint of what your name would be. You tried making up names but none of them suited you the way you wanted it to. You listened to the two men bicker over different work out strategies. You stared off at the wall and thought about how you planned on changing your hair color to maybe platinum blonde. You reached out to grab your glass off the table and grunted when it wouldn't budge. You looked up at the two men staring at you with wide eyes before following their gaze to your hand. The liquid in the glass was frozen solid and the glass stuck to the table in a block. You removed your hand and looked at your palm, which was tinted blue, “Well that's new.” 

Sam tapped on your frozen glass, “Holy shit, Elsa.” You rolled your eyes and rubbed your hands together trying to maintain heat.

Steve watched you, “Has this ever happened before?”

You shook your head and reached out to grab your glass again. Your strength became too much and the frozen glass shattered in your hand. You remained still as Sam hopped up from the table. 

“Jesus fucking christ, kid.” Sam started picking up the larger pieces of glass

“Language.” Steve went into the other room to retrieve a handheld vacuum 

You looked down at your hand and saw little cuts leaking blood in the palm, today just wasn't your day. You stood up from the table and walked over to the sink, running your hand under the water. You were getting really sick of this superpower thing. You have broken so many things so far due to the super strength you can’t control. You sighed as you watched the small cuts on your hand knit themselves back together, you would never get used to that. On the brightside, it didn't hurt. You have not felt the pain of anything you have broken or ran into, the only pain you ever felt was the headache that never went away. You dried your hand off and ran your fingers through your hair.

“Sorry guys… Still getting used to,” You held up your hands, “this.” 

Steve smiled knowingly, “It's okay, kid. I remember when I received my serum, it took a minute to adjust.”  

You gave him a small smile, “Why do you guys keep calling me kid?”

Sam and Steve looked at each other. Sam was the one who spoke first, “You don't really have a name right now.”

“Oh it's Y/N.” You shrugged at the guys and returned to your seat at the table as they stared at you. 

“Did that just come to you?” Steve asked while looking at your seated figure, “It kind of suits you.”

“I think it's my name? It just came to me at the sink and its the only name that doesnt make me want to kill myself.” You smiled as the two men started chuckling at you. 

“I think I will stick to ridiculous nicknames if you don't mind.” Sam said, smiling at you and ruffling your hair. 

-

Tony wasted no time typing your name into the database to pull up a missing persons profile. A photo was pulled up onto the hologram screen and you silently stared at it. It was you, well at least a version of you. You looked so young, your face was effortlessly smooth with a light layer of makeup, and your mouth was pulled in an easy grin. Your hair was pulled back in a sleek low ponytail and you were wearing a white collared shirt with a blazer layered over it. You started into your eyes on the projection, it felt like looking at someone else. 

“You were an accountant? That's boring.” Sam started while eye the photo of you

Tony scanned the photo and then started typing something into the projection. An article pulled up next to the photo, “Y/N Y/L/N, missing for two years, stopped coming into work and her apartment was empty… blah blah blah.” 

“Tony.” Steve warned, coming to put a hand on your shoulder. You looked back at him before shaking off his hand and picking up your bag.

“We should go, right?” You ignored the look Steve gave you before you walked to Bucky’s room, knocking on the mangled door

Bucky met you at the threshold of the door, sensing your discomfort, “You okay, doll?” He raised an eyebrow at you

You raised your own eyebrow, “Doll?” Heat rushed to Bucky's cheeks and you smirked at him, “Grab your bag Buck, it's time to go.” You winked at him and turned away to walk to the elevator door. You rested your nag on the ground as you waited for Steve and Bucky to join you. You leaned back against the wall and sighed loudly, your headache returning.

The two men walked together side by side to meet up with you. Steve pressed the elevator button and debriefed you both about the agents who would escort you to the safe house. You and Bucky both nodded in understanding before stepping onto the elevator. Steve made eye contact with you before the doors completely shut.

“Be safe, kiddo.” You smiled at his words as the doors shut completely.  

[horansqueen]

Stuck With You - Chapter 11

Chapter 11 : Don’t Wanna Fall In Love

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College Enemies To Lovers AU

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Don't have no time for love So stay the fuck away from me Because I don't believe in you

This may sound a little rough Don't want to fall in love This may sound a little fucked Don't want to fall in love

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                                                  When I walked back to Louis' room, I just closed the door behind me and shut my eyes tight, trying not to cry. I didn't know if I was mad or hurt but it was probably a bit of both, and I was not sure what I should do about it. Would crying help me? Or should I just go back and slap him? I shook my head at that thought and pressed my lips together. Of course I couldn't hit him. I had done that once before and I knew it was not the right thing to do. Plus, if I wanted to be totally honest, Niall didn't owe me anything, and I was well aware of that.

"Dev?" Louis asked cautiously, getting up. I could feel his body near mine but I kept my eyes closed and swallowed hard. "Okay, what happened? What did he do?"

My lips parted slowly and my eyes fluttered before they met his. "W-What do you mean?"

"I know him. He was my best friend, remember?"

His voice was soft and he sighed, taking an other step closer. This time, he put his hands on my shoulders and I knew that If I wanted, I could lean my head on his chest and hug him. He was close enough for me to whisper and I realized it was the only way I would be able to answer his question.

"Do I need to kick his ass?" he asked again in a breath. "What did he do?"

"He was... he was naked. On top of a girl." I finally murmured after a few seconds, shaking my head and pressing my lips together as I tried not to cry.

It was ridiculous, I couldn't let that get to me, I couldn't let something like that affect me. I needed to be strong and I was not going to let a man hurt me deeply again. This is everything I had promised myself wouldn't happen, and here I was, on the verge of tears once again because of a stupid man.

Louis let out an other sigh before he pulled me closer. His arms wrapped around me and he took me in a hug, so close that I knew that If I let out a few tears, he wouldn't see it. He leaned his chin on top of my head and I blinked a few times, feeling warm tears fall down my cheeks and end up on his sweater, soaking it a bit.

"I'm so sorry, Dev." he whispered again, tightening his embrace around me. "I'm sorry he's being an ass with you."

I hugged him tighter too and cleared my throat before breaking the hug. "Can I... borrow some of your clothes?"

His eyes roamed on me and before I knew it, he let go of me completely and walked out of his room. I frowned and followed him to the hall but held my breath when he literally just walked into my room without knocking. My eyes got bigger and I quickly walked back in his room, pushing the door slightly. It remained ajar and I swallowed hard, feeling my heart racing so fast I was scared it would just explode in my chest.

The more time passed, the more anxious I was getting and I took a few steps back, hitting my calves on the side of his bed before sitting on it. It took about 10 minutes until he came back and I let the air out of my lungs as soon as he closed the door behind himself. He handed me some clothes and smiled, moving his chin in the bathroom direction.

I took my clothes gently and nodded before walking slowly to the bathroom to get changed. I did it quickly and when I finally came back, Louis had cleaned the food and was sitting on his bed, typing something on his phone. His legs were spread on the bed and I just sat near his feet, nibbling on my bottom lip.

"Was he still..."

Louis looked up and his traits softened before he nodded slowly. "But I can tell you they didn't appreciate my interruption. Or at least, Mandy didn't."

"Mandy?"

Louis nodded and brought his legs closer to himself before crossing them. I turned around and did the same to face him. Once again, he held out one of his hoodies to me but this time, I grabbed it and put it on.

"Yea, Niall and her have got this on-and-off thing going on. More off than on, actually." Louis shrugged a shoulder. "She yelled at me and called me a wanker. She's not wrong." he added with a small smile.

I chuckled at his joke but felt my heart twist, knowing that Niall already had someone. "So, he likes her."

"No, she's an easy lay. I don't think she has feelings for him either." he said, sending me a sorry smile. "Look, I don't even know anymore, he doesn't tell me much about the girls he sees. He doesn't tell me much about anything."

"Did... Did Niall say anything?"

"Not really. He just stared at me until I left. He watched me gather your clothes and that's it." he admitted, putting his phone on his desk and turning back to me. "I wanted to take a pair of your panties just to piss him off but I knew it was useless."

"That would have been a bad idea." I pointed out, licking my lips. "I don't know why but whenever I mention you, he gets mean to me. I don't want your friendship with him to get even worse."

"Sooo, the fact that I almost searched through your underwear doesn't bother you?"

This time, I let out a real laughter. "No, not really. Panties are panties. It's not like you were some sort of pervert who wanted to steal them either."

"You barely know me, maybe I am that kind of pervert."

I laughed again and he laughed with me before leaning against his wall. I turned around but remained on the same spot just to lean my head on the wall, too. I had been here only for a few weeks and I already felt confused and sad. I knew I had to do something to make sure the pattern wouldn't last but I didn't know how to do that. After all, we can't control our emotions, we can only control our actions. That fact echoed in my head for about a minute before Louis talked again.

"He must really like you."

My head still leaned on the wall, I turned my face to him and the smile my best friend sent me at this exact moment made something stir in my stomach. It was a mix of fondness and sadness and I was not sure what it meant.

"If you're talking about Niall, you're wrong." I argued. "That's not how you treat someone you like. You don't hurt someone you like."

Louis sighed again and moved closer to me, leaning his elbows on his knees, I tilted my head slightly as I started thinking about Niall again. I thought about the song he sang in the bathroom. I thought about his head on my lap when I woke up at the library. I thought about the way he kissed me, in the dark, in my bed. It's been only a few days yet I still had all those memories that made my heart melt, jump and twist. How pathetic was that?

"He's trying to protect himself." Louis finally explained gently. "It's a bad way to do so, but he thinks you're just going to end up hurting him so he's hurting you first to push you away. That's classic Niall."

"That's fucking ridiculous." I let out, getting a bit angry. "I didn't ask him anything. He's the one who kissed me. I didn't flirt with him, I didn't ask to be put with him in that room. Hurting me is totally selfish and low."

"I know. And you're right, Devon." Louis answered, his gentle voice calming me down a bit. "I didn't say it was okay of him, I didn't excuse his behavior. I'm just trying to explain to you how he is and why he's doing that. I still think it's disgusting of him."

I sighed and shrugged. "I've let someone I really loved treat me like shit before." I just explained, shaking my head a bit. "I'm not letting it happen again. If Niall wants to treat me like that, then fine. But he doesn't have the right to be hot and cold with me, and I'm not gonna let him do that anymore."

"Okay, and what are you going to do now?"

"Try to get a new room, first of all." I let out, grabbing my phone again to put an alarm. "And just not let everything he does, good or bad, get to me the way it has before." I could read sadness in Louis' eyes but I didn't mention it. "Can I sleep here?"

"Of course, Dev." he said, sending me a fond smile. "My door is always open for you."

---

I had to inhale and exhale a few times before actually going back to my room the next day. I just stood there motionless in front of the door, not really knowing what to expect behind it. I didn't want to see him cuddling naked with that girl and at the same time, seeing that would probably help me get over him. It was stupid to think I had to 'get over him', as if I was in love with him or something like that, but I had let hope get the best of me when it came to Niall and it had to change. So he kissed me. Big deal. I had kissed people before and I didn't date all of them.

However, when I pushed the door, I felt nauseous. In that millisecond of not knowing, I realized that I didn't want to see Niall with an other girl. I had seen it the night before and I didn't want that sharp pain in my chest again. I didn't want to cry. I didn't want to feel like he was ripping my heart out and loving it. I just wanted him out of my life. I wanted him out of my mind.

He was not in his bed, though. In fact, he got out of the bathroom just as I was closing the door behind me and when he saw me, he stopped for a few seconds before rubbing the towel in his hair again. I watched him walk to his bed in only a pair of sweatpants and I hated how my heart skipped a bit at his sight. I swallowed back my heart and quickly looked away, putting my dirty clothes in the basket near my bed.

"So you slept with Louis after all, didn't you."

I was surprised to hear his voice and held my breath. I wanted to tell him that I slept at Louis' and not with him but there was no point. I didn't owe him anything, not after last night.

"A shower won't cleanse your soul, you should know that." I replied exactly what he had told me on my second day.

"Who says I'm trying to cleanse my soul?"

"Who says you even have a soul?"

I slapped myself mentally for my words and closed my eyes as my back was still facing him. I didn't want him to know he had hurt me, and the best way to do that would probably to stop interacting with him completely, but it was not an easy task.

"What now? You're mad because I didn't let you sleep in our room?" he asked after a sigh. "You got to sleep cuddling with Louis instead, isn't it what you wanted?"

I chuckled meanly and turned around to face him. I watched the same lock of his hair fall on his forehead and blinked a few times, trying to get back to my senses. I remembered it tickled me a bit that time we kissed but just shook my head to push the thought away.

"What do you even know about what I want, Niall?" I asked a bit rudely. "What do you even know about me?"

His amused smile fell and his expression changed suddenly. He looked slightly vulnerable, shirtless with wet hair as he sent me an expression I couldn't decipher. Was it guilt? Or sadness?

"You don't have to say anything." he finally replied after a few seconds of silence. "You're easy to read when it comes to that."

"When it comes to what?"

I was getting annoyed and pissed. The more we talked, the more I wanted to leave, the more I wanted to be as far as possible from him. I wanted to make sure he wouldn't hurt me that way ever again.

"When it comes to Louis! When it comes to your feelings for him!" he let out a bit too loud.

I could hear emotions in his tone and it made me frown. "Okay first off, you know nothing about my feelings and second of, I don't owe you any explanations about my relationship with Louis."

I wanted to tell him that I liked him and no one else but that I was not going to let him play with me again. I wanted to tell him that even if it didn't mean shit for him, that kiss meant the world to me. I wanted to tell him that I shared with him more than I shared with anyone in a long time. I wanted to tell him that I was so close to put my trust in him even if I had decided not to give it to anyone anymore but that he had ruined everything. But what was the use to all these words? I had found him deep inside an other girl a few hours before so clearly, he didn't give a fuck about it. All those words would be useless

"Don't worry, Niall." I continued while turning back around and without giving him time to answer. "I'll make sure they find an other room for me as soon as possible."

I grabbed my books and checked my phone to see if I was late to my first class before putting it in my back pocket. I still had about twenty minutes left. I turned around and walked to the door but Niall rushed to me and held the door with his hand on it. It took me by surprise and I turned to him, sending him a frown.

"So you're really going to leave?"

My eyes roamed on his face and I just shrugged. "Yes. You should be happy. That way, you can shag whoever you want and whenever you want without the risk of being disturbed. Great isn't it?" I asked sarcastically. "Until then, text me when you're about to get laid in our room. Spare me the sight."

"Where are you going?"

"Right now? I'm going to class." I pointed out meanly. "And if you don't hurry, you'll be late."

He moved his hand off the door and I quickly opened it.

"I'll see you there." he just said, making me roll my eyes before I whispered.

"Yea, whatever."

---

He was there, right on time. I had no idea how he did it but he sat a bit further and glanced at me before putting his attention to the teacher. It was hard to focus on anything but him but after a while, I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket and took it out, putting it on the table and looking at the text message I had received.

'How did it go with Niall?'

I raised my nose up and glanced at the back of Niall's head before looking back at my phone, typing an answer quickly.

'Fuck him. He can suck my dick.'

'Dev, you don't have a dick 😂'

I chuckled and licked my lips before sending my answer again.

'Yes i do. It's in a bag under my bed. 😏'

'😱'

I laughed at the emoji Louis sent me and sent him the shrugging one before pushing my phone away and taking notes on my laptop. I knew we had to meet the four of us again for that stupid project but i just hoped it wouldn't be today. I needed time to get over everything that was happening with Niall and I wanted to breathe.

It's only when class was over that I heard someone call my name. "Devon! Hey!"

When I turned around, i felt suddenly nervous at the sight of Daxia and Asher, jogging after me. The project was not due for an other two weeks and I didn't want to work on it for now. I just wanted to go back to painting class and throw some paint on a canvas.

"We thought we could meet on wednesday for the project, are you free?"

My eyes moved on her and then on him before glancing away, trying to find Niall in the room. I shouldn't even care where he was or what he was doing but I wasn't healed yet and I knew it would take time.

"Oh don't worry." Asher added, making me look at him again. "We asked Niall and it's cool with him."

I sighed and pressed my lips together before nodding slightly. "Okay, text me a time and place and I'll be there."

I got out of the room after telling them goodbye and leaned against the wall, sighing and closing my eyes. The wall felt cold on the back of my head and just as I was about to leave again, I opened my eyes and saw Niall walk out. He saw me, his smile vanished, and we stared at each other for what seemed like an hour. Finally, his gaze dropped and he turned around, leaving me with my own pain once again.

I was tired to expect something from him. I was tried to expect anything from anyone. Perhaps I liked Niall a little more than I wanted to admit to myself, and I knew there was only one way to change that. If I didn't want this feeling to grow and end up disappointing me and hurting me, I had to stop it. And the only way I saw to stop me from falling in love with him was to force myself to hate him.

[annies-marvel-imagines]

Dusk Till Dawn - Part 3

Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: An argument between you and Peter leads to others getting involved in your business and Ellie gives you some unexpected news.

Warnings: Swearing, angst, Hurt!reader, Hurt!Peter, jealous!Peter, and maybe some fluff.

A/N: Collaboration with my good friend,  @rosaliestark01​. I don’t own any GIFs.

“Y/N!” Peter yells from across the hall. You stop putting your things in your locker as you see Peter running towards you. You don’t know what’s gotten into him. He seemed perfectly fine after doping you back home after paroling. 

He seemed too caught up in getting to you as soon as possible that he ended tripping over his own feet, causing Flash and a few of his “friends” to laugh at him.

“Peter?”  You run to him and quickly help him up. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I-” He begins but Flash, being the dumbass that he is, cuts him off. You honestly don’t understand why Flash keeps trying to make Peter’s school life a living pain.

“Nice one, Parker,” he snorts. For some reason, his “friends” laugh as though bullying someone who is clearly better than them is suddenly the most hilarious thing in the world. “Did your parents forget to teach you how to walk?”

“At least he doesn’t walk like he has a silver spoon up his-” you try to retort, but Peter hurriedly interrupts you.

“Y/N, I have to tell you something.” Peter looks at you pleadingly and you are suddenly worried about what happened.

“What is it?” Peter grabs you loosely by your arm to lead you away from Flash and his band of laughing brainless idiots.

“I can’t tell you here,” he whispers as he drags you away from all the people watching the two of you curiously. Peter is starting to worry you even more. What is he so afraid to tell you that he has to drag you into a janitor’s closet to tell you? “I don’t think that Eloise is who she says she is.”

“Who is she, then?” You ask. 

“Well... I don’t know, but I saw her talking to a man in a black ambulance and they traded stuff.” You knew that Peter didn’t trust Ellie one bit, but this had to have been him just assuming things.

“Okay. I’ll agree that that’s suspicious, but you can’t just say that she’s not who she says she is because she talked to some random dude. You’re mind is probably just blowing out of proportion,” you tell him, but the look he gives you says that you really need to listen to him. “When was this?”

“Around midnight,” he whispers. “Y/N, I don’t trust her.”

“She’s never given me a reason not to trust her. Can you please just drop it?” you beg. You didn’t want to fight with Peter about whether Ellie was trustworthy or not. Peter didn’t really know her and you did. “Are we still on for this Friday?”

“Yeah,” he nods his head. “I’ll see you there.”

You really were excited about going to the movies with Peter. He never outwardly said that it was a date, so you didn’t want to assume but this was the first time the two of you were watching a movie without your friends tagging along. 

You and Peter casually walked out of the janitor’s closet, hoping that you two were casual enough to not attract attention. However, you were quickly met with Ned, MJ, and Harry’s questioning stares.

“What were you two doing?” Harry asks. You look to Peter to come up with a good excuse.

“N-Nothing,” he spits out awkwardly. You mentally facepalm because although he has no problem making up excuses on a regular basis, the one time you get caught walking out of a janitor’s closet is when he can’t come up with a proper excuse.

“Okay, well... I’m going to go back to my locker,” you say in order to escape the awkward tension that filled the air.

“I’ll come with you,” MJ said. Harry followed suit. Ever since he and Gwen broke up, he’s become a lot closer to MJ. You had a feeling that they were starting to really like each other, but it was too soon to tell.

“So how come you never told me that you were taking Gwen to homecoming?” Ned asked Peter once you, MJ, and Harry walked off.

“What? Where did you hear that?” Peter had definitely not planned on taking Gwen to homecoming and he certainly never told anyone that he planned to. If anything, he wanted to ask you.

“Ellie has been saying that you were going to ask Gwen to homecoming,” Ned said and Peter lightly winced at hearing one of his best friends call her Ellie.

“Well, Eloise is a conniving liar who doesn’t know what the hell she’s talking about,” Peter says bitterly. Had you heard any of those rumors? You probably have. You and Eloise have gotten way too close for Peter’s liking. 

Peter knew he shouldn’t feel jealous over you making friends, but Eloise was obviously up to no good and you were to blind see it. Plus, you felt comfortable telling Eloise what has been bothering you ever since that stupid mission you went on. It hurt that you didn’t feel comfortable talking to him, but it hurt more that you were comfortable talking to conniving Eloise Day.

“So who are you taking?” Ned asks. Peter knows who he wants to take, but he;s not sure what you would say.

“I don’t know yet,” Peter says (sort of) truthfully.

“I think you should take Y/N,” Ned suggests. He doesn’t know about Peter feels about you, but you seem like an obvious option. “or MJ. You like her, don’t you.”

“Only as a friend,” Peter says. Once upon a time, he had feeling for MJ, but they never went as deep as his feeling for you. Besides, he was sure that Harry and MJ (although neither one probably knew it) liked each other.

“Then you should totally take Y/N,” Ned suggested happily. Peter knew that if he were to ask you, it would have to be soon.

Needless to say, once Saturday came around, you were pissed. Peter hadn’t shown up to the movie and instead, you ended up sitting next to some random person who wouldn’t put his phone away, kept flirting with you during the movie, and laughed at the stupidest stuff. You ended up getting kicked out once the two of you started fighting (even though he started it). Out of all the people in the theater you had to get into a fight with, it was the owner’s stupid cousin.

On the bright side, you got a call from Ellie telling you that the DNA test result would come back on Monday. She asked about how the movie went and although you were majorly pissed at Peter, you didn’t want to give her another reason to dislike him. You told her about the movie without telling her that you were kicked out of the theater.

On Monday, you woke up to something falling on your floor. After turning on the lights, you found that instead of a something, it was a someone.

“Hey, Y/N-” Peter says quietly.

“Peter, it’s four in the morning,” you hiss. “Get out.” Peter looked taken aback by this. He always came here when he couldn’t sleep and you’ve never kicked him out before.

“But-” He suddenly looked like he had just noticed the look on your face. “You’re angry.”

“Yeah, I’m angry,’ you say, stomping over to him. “You didn’t show up.”

Peter looks at you with confusion written all over his face, which only angers you more. He stares back at you for a few seconds before he finally realizes what your talking about. Soon, his realization turn into worry.

“Oh! Y/N, I am so sorry,”he says quickly. “Something came up and I had to deal with it.”

“Right. Something always comes up.” You weren’t sure if you were being petty or not. For six, almost seven, months, you allowed everyone to forget about you and treat you like shit.

“Y/N, I can’t just stop being Spider-Man just because you wanted to see a movie,” Peter fights back. This wasn’t your first fight, but this was by far the most serious.

“First of all, I never told you to stop being Spider-Man and secondly, you were the one to ask me to the movies,” you try not to raise your voice because of how late (or early) it was. 

“You could’ve asked someone else to go with you,” Peter argues. If anything, his argument only angers you more. 

“You literally said that you wanted it to be just the two of us!” you yell. “Instead, I had to deal with some creep that didn’t understand the meaning of the word ‘no’!”

Hearing that you had to deal with some creep and he wasn’t there to protect you made his blood boil. He knew that he should’ve at least told you a head of time that he wouldn’t be able to make it, but he also didn’t want to admit to you that he had completely forgotten about your date. Wait. Was it a date?

“What the hell is going on in here?” Nat said, storming into the room looking grumpy and tired

“Nothing. Peter was just leaving,” you say, not wanting to fight with Peter anymore. You hated fighting with Peter, but you still felt hurt by his actions.

“Y/N-”Peter began softly.

“Both of you. Kitchen. Now” Nat demanded. The tree of you made your way to the Kitchen where Nat sat the two of you down and glared at you.

 “What the hell happened to the two of you?” She asked harshly. “Since the day you two met, you’ve been a team. Best partners in the field I have ever seen. Something must have happened to make you turn on each other and I’m here to tell you to get the fuck over it. I don’t care what it is. Put it in the past. You’re best friends. You’re partners. Now start acting like it.”

She stomped back to her room, leaving you and Peter sitting quietly in the dark. You were going to say something, but he beat you to it.

“Wow,” he says, referring to Natasha’s passionate lecture. “So, um... since it’s late...?”

“Yes,” you say, offering your hand. He takes it gingerly, and you both quietly make your way back to your room. You’re already in your pajamas, but Peter is still wearing his Spider-Man suit.

“Here,” you say as you hand him a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt that he left here once. After he got dressed, you both crawled into bed. “I’m sorry I got mad. Whatever it was, I’m sure it was important.”

“I’m sorry I left you alone to sit next to some creep,” he whispered. You could tell that he was being sincere and you began to wonder why you were so mad at him in the first place. Saving people was a priority and you felt bad at yelling at him over something that probably wasn’t even a date to begin with.

“At least I got a few swings in before I got kicked out,” you say, trying to lighten the mood but Peter just looked at you sadly.“Either way, the world is lucky to have Spider-Man in it.”

“And I’m lucky to have Y/N Stark as my best friend”. Peter scoots closer so that the two of you were practically holding each other.  “I’m still sorry for ditching you. Maybe we can still see that movie tonight?”

“I’d love that,” you say. You close your eyes, ready for sleep to take over again.

“Y/N?” Peter whispers. He knows it’s late, but he feels as though this were the right time to ask.

“Hmm?”

“Will you go to homecoming with me?” After a few seconds, and there’s no response, Peter looks at you. “Y/N?”

You had already fallen asleep. Peter curses himself for not asking earlier. He’s not sure when he’ll get the chance to as again or if he ever will.

“Y/N Stark!” Brad Davis yells as he struts towards you. You look for an escape, but you don’t see a very good one. You look at Peter for help, but he doesn’t know what to do either.

“What do you want?” you ask. Everybody, except for Brad, knew that he was a total jerk. He was one of the brainless idiot who laughed at Peter after he tripped last Friday.

“I’m taking you to homecoming,” he said as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. You scoffed at the nerve this guy had. You noticed the way Peter tensed up, but you didn’t say anything.

“No you’re not,” You tell him. He just smirks at you. “I already have a date.”

“Who?” He and Peter both asks. 

“Peter.” Peter looks confused, so you decide to elaborate. “He asked me this morning.”

“Whatever, nerds,” Brad scoffs before walking off to join his friends.

“You heard that?” Peter looks at you nervously and you couldn’t help but think it was cute.

“Yeah,” you say.  “I wanted to answer, but I kinda fell asleep.”

Peter smiles at you before you both go your separate ways. You go to art class and Peter has History. You hope that Peter doesn’t forget about the movie this time. You knew he had his reasons for missing it the first time, and you were going to try to be more understandable if he misses this time too, but you really hope he doesn’t.

After school ends, you see Ellie jogging to you with an annoyed look on her face.

 “You’re going to homecoming with Parker?” She asks. 

“Yeah. He asked me.” You knew that she didn’t like Peter but you still hoped that she would’ve been happy for you. She had to have know that you really liked him from all the times you gushed about how amazing he was to her.

“I though he stood you up.” She said. You both begin walking to the parking lot.

“He did but-” you stop suddenly after hearing that. You didn’t tell Ellie that Peter stood you up. In fact, you clearly remember trying to make her think that didn’t. “How do you know about that?” 

“Spider-Man saving those hostages was all over the news,” she casually says.

“Right.” You think back to the argument that you and Peter had and you instantly feel ten times worse. Peter was a hero.

“I honestly thought he would have asked Gwen to homecoming,” She tells you. “They seem pretty close.”

“I thought so too.” Ever since you started hanging out with Ellie, Gwen had obviously tried to make a move on Peter. You felt lucky that Peter was pretty oblivious to those kinds of things. You were also pretty lucky that Peter had chosen to ask you.

“Do you want to come over to my house to study today?” Ellie asks hopefully. 

“I would love to, but I already made plans with Peter.” You started to feel bad when her hopeful face turn into a scowl at the mention of Peter’s name. You had really hoped that they would get along. They were both nice people. They were among the smartest students at this school and Ellie knows that Peter is Spider-Man.

“Oh. That’s okay.”

You were glad to finally be able to enjoy the movie without some creep ruining it. Peter looked like he was enjoying the movie, and you loved the way he gasped when the main character was manipulated into teaming up with the bad guy. It had a good ending, but that part was hard to concentrate on when Peter grabbed your hand during the big climax.

Afterwards, Peter swung you back to your room before he left to go on patrol. You would have gone with him, but you really needed to finish your Art project.

A few hours later, you felt pretty good about it. You made miniature figures of all the avengers. It took longer than it should have, since you had to remake the Iron Man figure after “accidentally” breaking it.

“Y/N, you have a visitor,” your AI, Cas, said. The only person who would has ever visited you at the late hour of 1:53 am was Peter. Instead, you were met by another familiar face.

“Ellie?” 

She was texting someone on her phone by the time you finally made it down to meet her. She looked up at you with excitement as she held up a small stack of papers.

“Y/N, I got the results back for the DNA test,” she whispered. You had completely forgotten that Monday was the day that the DNA results would come back.

“Really? What does it say?”

“Your dad’s name is Ezekiel Stane and he only lives a few miles from here.” You scrunch up your nose upon hearing his name. She had to be kidding right? There was no way that this could be right.

“Stane?” Ellie frowned at your disdain for the name. “Like Obadiah Stane?”

“It’s what the papers say,” Ellie says, shoving the papers into your hands. Looking at them, you had no choice but to believe her. According to the papers, Ezekiel Stane was, without a doubt, your dad. “You trust me, right?”

“Yeah.” As much as you wanted this to be a joke, you really did trust Ellie. You just didn’t want to possibly be related to the same guy who kidnapped you and tried to kill you and your dad Tony. 

A/N: Would you trust Ellie?

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[eemeelyy]

Request: could u pls do harry x actress reader. So basically harry and y/n started working on a romance movie and they start to fall in love. The movie premire is in italy and harry and y/n spend there time together having fun and swimming in their villa hiding there relationship from the public. fast forward to the award nominations. y/n gets a call at midnight saying she is nominated for best actress at the oscars. Harry is so happy for her. fast forward ti the oscars harry is presenting the award to best actress. y/n is scared that she might not win. But harry calls her name and she gets her oscar. harry and y/n are so happy they share a kiss forgetting that they have a private relationship from the public. The crowd shares ‘awwwwww’ and y/n gives her speach. Later is the after party and all her actor friends congratulate her. Harry and y/n spend the night dancing and kissing - @www-imbored-com

Real-life love interest

I did not take this role because Harry fucking Styles was gonna play my love-interest. I took this role because the script was great. There were so many rom-coms out there. Girl meets boy. Girl and boy fall in love. Something shitty happens so they part ways but it was all a misunderstanding and they find their way back to each other. I would have never taken a role in a generic movie like that. This one had all the ups and downs, characters with a proper personality.

I never even really watched rom-coms. Or romantic dramas while we’re at it. So, who knows, maybe this was a generic film and I just didn’t know because I knew that little about romantic movies. 

The first time I met Harry was at the first table read. He sat on my right and when I sat down he grinned up at me brightly. He waited for me to be seated and smile back at him before he extended his hand. I shook it.

„Hi there. I’m Harry. Big fan“, he smiled, „I’m really happy about this. I mean getting to play your love interest. The (Y/N) (Y/L/N)? Pretty much the only reason I got into acting.“

I chuckled. „You’re joking, right? By the time I started acting you were already an international rockstar.“

„That’s not entirely true, love. You were big when I was a kid. You were the reason I became obsessed with tv. So thanks for ruining my marks back then“, he chuckled to let me know he was joking.

„I’m terribly sorry, sweetie, that must have been so tough for you“, I feigned pity but then went back to smiling brightly, „I took a longer break to get my A-levels. And then I went to uni because I thought I wanted a degree in acting but then I realized I’m better at learning by doing, so here we are.“

„I guess your awards and credentials speak for themselves.“

We both laughed a bit at that and then got to work. The majority of the film was made in a little city in southern Italy. There wasn’t a lot going on there and most of the inhabitants were some older people who had no idea what was going on. It was great getting to work without the entire world getting updates and showing up on set. I stayed in a beautiful little hotel by the coast and, as it turned out, so did Harry. It wasn’t much of a surprise though because there weren’t a lot of other options around. 

The entire hotel was already occupied by just the two of us and some members of the crew who didn’t stay in trailers. We’d spend many evenings and some mornings together before and after we worked. Our schedules were similar so that worked wonderfully. Around two weeks after we started filming we were sitting in the adjacent restaurant by our hotel. We shared a rather large pizza and drank some Lambrusco while we just talked.

„You’ve got to be kidding. You can’t be in a romantic film when you never watched them. And, goodness sake, you can’t say you don’t like them if you’ve never seen them“, he told me with wide eyes.

„I mean I’ve watched some. My mum loves them. But it’s just so cringy. That’s not how relationships happen!“

„So? That’s the point. I picked up all my flirting techniques from those films.“

„Oh, so, that’s why you’re single“, I laughed.

He feigned being hurt before he spoke up again. „Tell you what. We have a late start tomorrow and it’s still early. I’m going to pay this bill now and then I’ll take you up to my room and I’ll show you what’s so great about romantic films.“

„Sounds like a plot line to one of those films“, I chuckled.

He smirked and wiggled his eyebrow before he waved at the waiter to show him he wanted to pay.

„I’m paying tomorrow then, you can’t just keep inviting me or I’ll genuinely start believing I’m stuck in a romance film.“

He winked at me just as he put down the money, including a rather generous tip, and downed the rest of his wine. I did the same to my glass and then we headed back up to his room. Some clothes were scattered on the floor and the bed wasn’t made. The door to the bathroom was slightly open and I could see that it looked pretty clean compared to the main room. Other than that it looked pretty much exactly like mine.

Harry scurried in before you could get too much of an impression though, quickly gathering all of the clothes into his arms and throwing them in the open suitcase before shutting it. He grinned at me awkwardly and taking a hint I excused myself to my room quickly to change into some comfortable clothes and freshen up a bit. When I came back in pajamas, a fluffy robe, slippers and my hair in a messy bun his room looked really presentable and he was wearing an outfit similar to mine, with his hair clipped back and without slippers. 

He had set up his laptop on the coffee table and thrown some blankets and pillows onto the couch. I smiled and sat down.

„I’m going to ease you into this. Let us not start with my favourites“, he told me and put on Sleepless in Seattle.

„That’s my mum’s favourite“, I told him with a smirk.

„See, this would not happen in a film. In a romantic film your mum and I would coincidentally love all the same things that you don’t like and then she’d like me more than you“, he told me and chuckled.

„Oh, good thing we’re not in a film then because if my mum loved you more than me this wouldn’t work out“, I said before realizing what I’d just said, „Not that we would work out, we’re just friends, right? I mean, I guess our characters have great chemistry and so per association so do we but that’s it.“

He interrupted you with a laugh. „You’re acting like a character in the films. Now zip it and listen to the magic of Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan falling in love.“

It was just a couple minutes past eleven when the film was over and both of us were pretty tired by the end, subconsciously leaning against one another and yawning. I pushed myself up just as the credits started rolling and stretched a bit.

„Okay, maybe I liked that“, I admitted.

„Maybe tomorrow we should totally watch You’ve Got Mail“, he replied.

We kept that routine up and watched a new romantic film almost every night if we weren’t too tired or had too little time in between shots anyway. We’d been working together for nearly four months when he finally showed me his favourite film The Notebook. I had to admit at that point that I had liked all the films thus far. It was a Saturday evening, nearly ten pm, when we met in his room. The next day we didn’t have any work so we weren’t too worried about sleep.

I fell asleep halfway through the film. Harry was too wrapped up in the film to notice. He never woke me up. Instead I woke up the next morning. It was almost eight and Harry and I were cuddled up on the couch. I didn’t know if he also fell asleep during the film or if he did this intentionally but I got up and stretched before I turned back to him and looked at his adorable sleeping face.

His eyebrows scrunched together and he rolled himself into himself before he stretched back out and blinked his eyes open. „Good morning“, I said quietly when he smiled at me.

„Did you like it?“, he asked.

„I don’t know. I fell asleep, sorry.“

He pouted and rolled back up. „Then I don’t wanna get up until we’ve watched that film entirely and you tell me you’re in love with Ryan Gosling.“

I laughed. „I’m in love with Rachel McAdams. That good, too? She was in that film from the other night. About Time. That was a good one. Or Mean Girls. Or Doctor Strange. Or many other films I can’t think of right now.“

I went to the window and opened it. „Do you hear that, Harry? You can’t ignore the growing desire to jump into the ocean.“

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, listening to the waves below. Then I heard Harry sigh. „I’ll get my swim trunks.“

I smiled brightly and took off to get my own bathing suit. We hurried downstairs and ran into the ocean. It was great. We just swam and splashed around for a few minutes before he dove into the water and came back out right in front of me.

„Have we watched Dirty Dancing?“, he asked.

I giggled. „Yes.“

„Wanna do that?“, he asked and stretched his arms into the air.

„Absolutely not. That didn’t end so well in the film and it won’t end well here. Remember how much practice we needed for the dance scene? No.“

He placed his hands on my waist and pulled me closer. „I have used all the tricks on the screen, (Y/N), help me out here“, he whispered.

I smirked before I lunged at him and wrapped myself around him, smashing my lips against his. „Tell me the plot twist of our story, Harry“, I whispered against his lips.

„We’re past plot twists, love. The plot twist was this.“

I grinned and went back to kissing him.

We spent even more time together after that. The filming was finished two months later and we had to spend a little over one of those back in England. I spent most of that time at Harry’s place. Some of it at my own but our relationship moved pretty quickly. Two weeks after we’d wrapped filming we were back at my apartment, Harry going through my bookshelves as I packed up my clothes. I was going to move into his place since that was where I spent most of my time anyway. When I came out of my walk-in-closet Harry was standing in front of my bedroom window.

„It’s raining“, he said.

„Obviously, darling, we’re in England“, I chuckled.

„But in Italy it only rained one day out of them all“, he pouted, falling onto my stripped bed.

„Have you packed up all the books?“, I asked, flopping down next to him.

I put a hand on his chest and looked up at him. He nodded. „We should go back.“

„To Italy?“, I asked with a playful expression.

„Yeah. We don’t have anywhere to be for the next few months until the premiere. Which is in Italy. So we’ll just go there and wait for the premiere, all in the privacy of some rental home. And then we can go back to our hectic lives in rainy England“, he explained.

I thought about it for a minute. He was right, it did sound heavenly. „Let’s finish this up, okay? And then we can look up a place to stay back there.“

I’d just gotten settled in Harry’s place a week later and now we were packing up again to leave for Italy.

„You still haven’t made it through The Notebook“, he told me on the plane.

„And I probably never will, love, I made it through all the other films. Please give that one up for now. I will still find Ryan Gosling terribly attractive“, I replied.

„No, that was only fine to say before we were an item, darling. Now Ryan Gosling is kinda handsome, at the most. And I am the epitome of attractiveness“, he said, raising his chin with pride.

I laughed. „I can’t agree, that would be poison to your ego. But do know I love you more than Ryan Gosling.“

„Good enough“, he laughed, taking my hand and pressing a kiss to it.

Over the next few weeks we watched more films, we swam, we strolled around and just enjoyed each other’s presence. The day of the premiere came around and we took a train to Rome where it would be happening. We didn’t see each other all day, getting styled and dressed up. 

I wore a pale blue dress that flowed down my body and hugged it in all the right places ending just around my ankles so my white ballerinas were visible. When we finally met on the red carpet I saw Harry wearing a suit in a similar shade (I’m imagining the suit from the Variety shoot). We posed together for a bit, not giving anything away about our relationship and the went to the screening.

After everything had gone amazingly we had to go press touring together. It was only a couple weeks. We didn’t attend a lot of interviews and tried to squeeze them closely together so we could get back home. 

It was three months after the film’s release, early January, when I woke up from my rather light slumber because my phone was vibrating on the bedside table. I picked it up without looking at the caller ID.

„Hello?“, I groaned.

„(Y/N), it’s Doug“, my agent said, „Shit, I’m sorry, it must be the middle of the night over there. But you’Re nominated for an Oscar.“

„I’m- sorry, what?“, I wasn’t quite grasping what he was saying since I was still half asleep.

„You’re nominated for an Oscar, (Y/N), I’ll send you an e-mail with all the details, I just wanted to hear you when you got the news. And I gotta say, this is underwhelming. Anyway, sleep tight, call me back when you’re awake.“

Then he hung up and I went back to sleep almost immediately.

Still, in February, Harry and I went to the Oscars and I had now realized that I was nominated. Even through all his reassurances I wasn’t entirely certain about everything. Would I win? And if I didn’t would I be able to mask my disappointment? Would I feel happy for the winner?

„Fuck, (Y/N), stop worrying. I’m about 98% sure you’ll win. And the other two percent was just me being too nice to not wish the other nominees all the best as well. I have to be unbiased after all. And if - big if - you don’t win, it’ll still be an honour just to be nominated. You’ve been gushing about the others for so long now, even I’m annoyed.“

Harry would be presenting the award which would make it even more awesome to win. We showed up at the ceremony together, posing together, walking together, starting all the rumours without giving anything away again.

Soon, it was time for Harry and Saoirse Ronan to go on stage together and present the award. They talked about the category and the nominees, we were presented, clips were played and then Saoirse opened the envelope.

„And the Oscar goes to…“, she started, before looking at Harry to say the name together.

„(Y/N) (Y/L/N)“

The smile on my face grew and a few tears slipped from my eyes as I made my way to the stage being welcomed into Saoirse’s arms first before Harry bear hugged me so tightly I thought he’d never let me go.

„Wow, thank you, oh my god“, I started, looking at the award in my hand, „I hope we didn’t waste too much of my speech time hugging it out“, I laughed, the audience joining me, „I want to thank so many people so please don’t hate me if I forget you, I can’t hear myself over the beating of my heart. But I want to thank everyone who worked on this film. Patty Jenkins, you most incredible director, first and foremost. I want to thank my mum and dad, they’re great, I wouldn’t be here without them, literally. And Harry, my wonderful on-screen-love-interest, my real-life-love-interest, fuck, I love you so much, this is incredible. They say I should wrap it up now so, uh, thank you, do come up to me and scold me later if I forgot to thank you.“

After that night the internet blew up. I hadn’t even noticed that I’d just come public about our relationship. But as we were dancing the night away we couldn’t care less.

[cosmic-goddess-leo]

ok so i got an idea. how about matsukawa getting kind of mad bc reader flirts with makki even tho mattsun gave obvious hints :3 hope you understand it muah love u 🤍

Matsukawa was not the type to blow up.

He kept a level head, didn’t make much trouble for his team, he was overall pleasant.

So why the fUCK was he about to explode and blow chunks all over the gym?

“Your jersey looks like it’s fitting you tighter now! You been working out?”

Steam practically seeped from Mattsun’s ears as he watched (Y/n) shamelessly flirting with Makki. What’s worse was he was flirting back!

“Oh you noticed?” Makki teased, playfully flexing. “You been checking me out, (Y/n)?”

Mattsun didn’t know what he did wrong. He was more than obvious when it came to flirting with (Y/n), but all she ever did was turn away or hide from him.

Dammit, maybe he was too forward? Or not forward enough? No way, if he were anymore forward he would be making out with her in front of everyone! GOD!

“Mattsun! It’s your serve!” Oikawa called, pulling Mattsun from his thoughts.

He growled to himself, adjusting the practice jersey that clung to his arms. He had been working out too... not like (Y/n) would ever notice.

Mattsun served the ball, huffing as it flew over the net and landed just outside of the court. The ball had made that satisfying SMACK, but that wasn’t enough to calm Mattsun down.

Oikawa approached him, gingerly placing a hand on his shoulder and offering him a small smile. “Why don’t you take a break from drills, huh...?”

Mattsun slowly nodded before walking off the court towards the bleachers.

After a couple minutes of sulking, (Y/n) sat beside him and lightly bumped her elbow against his.

“Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed. What’s got you worked up?” she asked, batting her eyes at him.

“Nothing.”

(Y/n)’s lip jutted out into a pout. “It’s not nothiiing. You’re upset.”

“I’m not upset.”

“You’re wasting your time, (Y/n),” he huffed, “why don’t you go back to Makki? He’s much more conversational than I am at the moment...”

(Y/n) blinked, lightly gripping her clipboard. “Are you... Are you jealous?”

Mattsun’s cheeks went red. He was caught.

“N-No! Jealous? Me? Never. What you and Makki do is your business. It’s not like I like you or anything, stop assuming things.”

That word-vomit definitely sealed the deal.

“You are! You so totally are!” (Y/n) laughed, lightly bumping him again.

He didn’t want to admit it, but her laughter brought a small smile to his face.

“You want to looooove me! You want to huuuug me! You want to kiiiiiss me-”

“Took you long enough to realize it.” Mattsun interrupted her singing. He smirked when he saw her jaw drop.

“Wha-really?!” (Y/n) squealed, holding her clipboard over the lower half of her face.

“Did... you really not realize I was flirting with you?” he asked, raising an eyebrow at her.

“N-no! I thought you were joking!”

“Well you never laughed...”

“Cause you’re not funny!” she whined, blushing darkly.

Mattsun narrowed his eyes at her, studying her for a moment before smiling. “You knew... you’re just shy...” 

(Y/n) gripped the clipboard so hard, Mattsun thought it might snap in half. “I-I am not! I’m-”

Mattsun gave her cheek a quick peck, shutting her up. “Then lets get some ramen after practice... unless you’re too shy or too busy with Makki.”

(Y/n) gulped and slowly lowered the clipboard onto her lap. “Fine... you’re covering me though.

“Of course, this is a date after all.” He winked, standing up and making his way to the court.

He had the biggest, cheesiest smile on his face, one he wouldn’t let (Y/n) see. Especially since he had been so smooth about asking her out. Little did he know, she had a matching smile on her face as well.

[haro-whumps]

Bloodloss

CW: Bloodloss, disorientation, lady whumpee, recovery, actually pretty fluffy, trans woman naga caretaker, semi-human whumpee, chaos transbian attempts flirting with a disaster sapphic and vice versa

A continuation of yesterday’s @whumptober2020​ fill, found here

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Marielle woke slowly to the sound of someone humming and the steady thump-whirr-thump of a spinning wheel. Ugh, everything felt sore. Moving hurt. She was so tired. But someone was humming and Marielle was wired in her hindbrain to join in. She trilled weakly and tried to whistle along, but her attempts were little better than a babe’s.

The humming woman turned, and smiled at Marielle with a mouth half full of gums. She was a giantess, which made sense in hindsight. Her scales were a dull red with yellow striping, her skin the same sunless beige as Yuiko’s but wrinkly, gnarled at her knuckles. Her almond eyes were squinty with heavy laugh lines, and Marielle found they made her look kind, which soothed her somewhat.

“Well look who’s awake,” she greeted, the words a little garbled thanks to the missing teeth. “Let’s get some water in ya. Lost a lot of blood, you did.”

Marielle let herself be moved, half-sitting now against the rim of some form of nest. The water felt heavenly in her cottony mouth, settling her twisting stomach by increments. It was faintly embarrassing to need to be assisted in the simple task of drinking, but Marielle was grateful for the elder’s aid.

“You stayin’ awake long enough for Yuiko to come say hi?”

Marielle nodded. She was exhausted, but didn’t need to sleep again right away.

“Bitchin.”

Marielle blinked, a touch dumbstruck, and watched her slither to the door. There were no windows in this room, only candles and glowing stones, she noted, and it reminded her uncomfortably of when she had prepared herself for the ritual.

“Yo Yuiko! Yer girlie’s up!”

The company she kept was… distinctly different, however, so she remained grounded in the present. 

“Are you the,” hm, calling her ‘village crazy lady’ seemed rather impolite, “healer?”

The woman snorted a loud, cackling laugh. “Yuiko call me that?”

“Um, yes?”

The woman snorted again, sounding actually quite congested, and pat Marielle’s shoulder roughly. Not harshly, but rough, in the manner that came from old age and shaky hands.

“I heal folk as come to me, but I am what is called a village crazy lady around these parts,” the elder stated.

“A--Ah…”

“Yo! Marielle!” Yuiko shouted, bursting through the door and then suddenly right there in her space. “You’re up!”

“Uh,” Marielle said intelligently, her tail feathers fanned wide and the feathers of her remaining leg bristling.

“Oh shit is that your threat display?” Yuiko asked, rearing back on her tail in a way that might have been her giving Marielle space, if it weren’t for how she bowed her upper body in, inexorably curious. 

“Well… more of a startle response?” Marielle said timidly, NOT wanting to pick a fight with someone she’d personally witnessed kill a goddess.

“Oh, okay!” Yuiko said brightly, surging back in and running her massive fingers over the tail feathers. “These are so pretty! Love the blues.”

Marielle felt herself flush. A lot of her wanted to slap Yuiko’s hand away--she couldn’t just touch a woman’s tail without asking!--but also… she kind of didn’t mind…

“Thank you. Your scales are quite lovely as well.”

“Naw, mine? They’re all plain and brown.” She was wearing Marielle’s hairpiece, she noted, but what had taken up the back half of Marielle’s skull was more of just a pretty clip behind Yuiko’s ear.

“And green, sometimes,” Marielle pointed out, extending her hand but hesitating before she made contact. “May I?”

“May you what?”

“T-touch your tail,” Marielle mumbled, mortified by her own boldness.

“Oh yeah sure. I ain’t shy.” 

Marielle had gathered.

“She’s a polite one,” the elder commented, once again seated at her spinning wheel. Marielle felt a twist of pride at the praise.

“Yo old lady, you ain’t got your talking teeth in!’

“Bring ‘em here then.”

Yuiko clicked her tongue. “Your tail works! I am talking to my new friend!”

“And?”

Yuiko groaned, but complied. She slithered over to a cabinet and pulled out a cup, which she fished a set of dentures out of. The elder continued spinning as she did, which fascinated Marielle. In her roost, spinning wheels had pedals which they operated with their feet. Here, given the distinct lack of feet among giants, the wheels seemed to be operated with slings that were pulled by their tails. 

Yuiko handed her the dentures, which slot perfectly between her remaining teeth, and the elder gave her a solid thump between the shoulders.

“There, now quit yer nagging!”

Admittedly, she sounded much clearer now.

“Whatchu talkin’ about VCL? You’re the only nag here!” Yuiko laughed as the elder snapped her tail out, whip-like, and struck her scales. Marielle thought it would hurt terribly, but between the giantesses it seemed playful. “Or can’t you see that? Since you can’t even see well enough to know the glutton-gods look like fuckin’ lizards.”

“They look like pigs and we all know it.”

“Marielle back me up here, that bitch totally looked like a lizard right?”

“It…” honestly, it looked like both to Marielle, “It did.”

“Ha! See? My girl Marielle backs me up,” Yuiko gloated, swerving back over to the nest and flicking out her tongue to graze Marielle’s cheek.

Yuiko’s hair was very straight and very long, all the way down to her hips. Er--did she have..? The scales started right about there, and snakes didn’t have hips, but giants weren’t snakes, so… Either way, Yuiko’s hair was long, and had tricked Marielle’s mind into thinking Yuiko has some sort of covering on her top. She did not. She was very shirtless, and now, quite suddenly once again, she was very close.

“I,” Marielle said, swallowing thickly and looking pointedly at her face, “apologize, for the destruction of your clothing. Was it your only shirt?”

“Mm?” Yuiko hummed, distracted by playing with Marielle’s tail feathers again. “Oh, no, I just haven’t put a new one on yet. Like, yeah, getting dirt and rocks on my tits isn’t like, super fun? But it’s fine. This is more of a titty-out look.”

“I… see. This is customary in your culture?”

Yuiko made a high, thoughtful noise, scritching lightly at Marielle’s ankle feathers and scrunching up her nose. “I dunno?”

“Shirts are customary.”

“Yeah, I mean, I guess,” Yuiko relented with a flick of her tail. “But it’s not like they’re super important. And the VCL don’t care.”

“I’ve seen nakeder bodies than that!” the elder confirmed.

“Yeah! Like people’s guts ‘n stuff!”

“Ah.”

“Or like your leg! She got the mangled bit sawed off and cleaned it up and stuff. How are you feeling by the way?”

“A… little disoriented,” Marielle admitted. “Tired. My leg hurts and the rest of my body is sore.”

“I can up the numbing paste if the leg’s buggin’ you,” the elder offered, slithering away from her wheel and pulling an unmarked jar off a cluttered shelf all but overflowing with unmarked jars. She flicked out an absurdly long, forked tongue into the ceramic and nodded to herself. “Yep, this one’s the right one.”

Marielle could feel herself pulling a face, but didn’t have the presence of mind to stop herself. That was her mouth. Her mouth! Marielle could scarcely believe that a woman well past her childhood would just put unknown substances in her mouth!

“Yo Mari, you good?”

Marielle returned her attention to Yuiko, who was now half-inside the nest with her(!) and was still toying with her tail(!!) and had just given her a nickname(!!!).

“Yes?” she squeaked, feeling simultaneously hot but also clammy-cold.

“It’s probably the blood loss, kiddie,” the elder said, touching the inside of her wrist to Marielle’s forehead.

“Hm,” the elder grunted, “Turns out I dunno how hot you teenies are supposed to run.” She promptly ceased to care, scooping out a mild smelling paste with her pale fingers and then slathering it around the tiny ring of Marielle’s leg that both continued to exist, and wasn’t actively bandaged. She rubbed it in with small, heavy circles, initially painful, but whatever it was acted fast. Marielle felt a brief, cool sensation, and then all sensation dulled to a point of near-numbness, the pain only reaching her as though from a distance. 

It did leave Marielle feeling rather squished between the two giantesses, however. Marielle had never been on any particularly short side among her own people, but here she was… little. Yuiko was now fully inside the nest with her, leaning overtop of Marielle to watch the elder rub the salve into her upper thigh. Right, ah, right there at the top of the stump, which just so happened to be very close to her, um, well. Marielle looked away, but Yuiko’s position meant that Marielle came face to fast with her bosom. Flustered, she snapped her gaze all the way down, feeling her feathers flare.

“Oh, woah! Does that feel weird for you?” Yuiko asked, her attention drawn to the colorful plumage. She grinned like a child who’d been handed a toy, and resumed poking at Marielle’s tail. Her tail!

“It--it’s fine. Just a little cold at first.” Marielle was dizzy with mortification, pressed between two women casually handling intimate parts of her body like it didn’t even mean anything to them. And it probably didn’t! The elder was a healer, so Marielle could at least rationalize that, but Yuiko just simply existed outside of any social bounds Marielle knew about.

The idea that this was just a particularly strange afterlife, and that none of this was actually real, resurfaced.

But as she stared downward, she was reminded that she was not the only who’d lost blood on the goddess’s account. Her gaze rested on the padded bandaging on Yuiko’s side, where the tusk had grazed her. It was, despite Yuiko’s disposition, still relatively clean, or else very freshly changed, with only a bit of red spotting on the pale fabric.

“And, are you alright?” Marielle asked quietly, reaching out and brushing the backs of her knuckles lightly against the skin right above the wound.

“Hm? Oh, that? Naw, it takes way more than that to still my sway, don’t even worry about me bro.”

“Bro..?”

“Y’know. Bro? Like brother?”

“I am a woman.”

“Yeah me too.”

They stared at each other for a beat.

“While I am flattered by what I can only assume is a cultural form of endearment, I am no one’s brother.”

“No okay so, it’s like,” Yuiko started, lifting her spread hands by her head, but then paused. She squinted. She licked her lips, clicked her tongue, and turned back to Marielle. Without prompting, that time, which was not something Marielle had ever thought would be a thing worth noting.

“Y’know what. Forget about it, sis.”

Marielle smiled.

Yuiko blinked, eyes gone wide and pupils dilated, and her forked tongue blepped out. It was… profoundly cute, actually.

“Hey are you single?”

“What?”

“What.”

“I think it’s time for Marielle to drink some more water and go back to sleep,” the elder interjected, letting Marielle drink it herself this time. While some of her strength did feel returned, the mention of sleep reminded Marielle of just how exhausted she was, and she shuffled lightly to reposition herself comfortably in the nest. She would figure out what strange definition “single” had in this place later.

Right then, she had a long stretch of recovery ahead of her, and it would start with some more sleep.

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@killtheprotagonist

[tutselutse]

A Little Push

Sooo.... I’m obsessed witht the idea of Emma and Zoey as friends who won’t admit it, and, well, after writing many bants for them, this suddenly had to happen. You can blame @bi-gstupid and @nocoffeeforoldmen for enabling me. 

Content: Zoey/Emma, drinking, casual hook up, mild sexual content, hints of Paulkins in the end bc they are soulmates ok? ----

Thinking back on it, Emma should have known they were heading towards this. However, it still took her by complete surprise when it happened. She glanced to her left, where Zoey was dozing off, with her hair splayed out over all the many pillows, under the sheet that didn’t fully cover her breasts. Huh.

They had been out drinking. A tradition they had developed over the last month and a half. Nora had broken her ankle and while she stayed at home, she had left Zoey in charge. On paper that sounded horrible, but since Zoey now was the boss, she had no one to suck up to, and that made her a lot more tolerable. Emma almost even enjoyed their shifts together. Not fully though, since Zoey and her friends were doing a production of Les Mis and Zoey would sing the Fantine songs over and over. But Zoey was a good drinking buddy. Hot enough to get free drinks and not selfish enough to abandon Emma for just anybody. She held her liquor well and talked shit about the other people in the bar.

Today they had been drinking beers mostly and having a laugh over that customer guy who was interested in Emma and not very subtle about it, but never got the nerve to do more than polite small talk. It was somewhat endearing, and it wasn’t like he was unattractive. Emma kind of enjoyed the polite small talk. He usually let her vent a little over whatever annoyed her that day. Zoey kept insisting she should date him. Or, in her words, totally bone him.

“I’m not gonna bone him,” Emma insisted.

“You’re so boring,” Zoey said and emptied the beer glass in front of her. Then she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Classy. “He really looks like he could use a good roll in the hay.”

“And therefore, I should do it?” Emma asked, eyebrow raised. She lifted her own glass and took a sip.

“You also need a good roll in the hay,” Zoey said with a sly grin. “Finish your beer, old lady. I’m getting us another round.” Then she stood up and left Emma to fume over being called an old lady. The other round turned out to be drinks this time. Then another beer. Another drink.

And suddenly it was the middle of the night and Emma was feeling perfectly drunk and ready to lie down. They emptied their glasses and got up, gathering their things. Outside a light drizzle was in the air. It felt nice and cool on Emma’s face and she stood for a moment with her eyes closed and enjoyed the sensation on her skin. A cool breeze brought out goosebumps on her arms and legs. She felt less tired now.

She opened her eyes and looked up at Zoey. “Wanna split a cab?” she asked.

Zoey looked at her for a moment, an expression in her eyes Emma couldn’t read. Her gaze travelled up and down Emma’s body and she bit her lip. And then, instead of answering, she had stepped forward, leaned down and kissed her.

What the fuck?

Emma froze, taken by surprise by the softness of Zoey’s lips. Zoey pulled back and gave her a questioning look. Almost defiantly asking Emma what she was going to do now. Emma stared at her, lips parted and heart pounding. Then she placed her hand on Zoey’s neck and pulled her into another kiss.

Zoey didn’t hesitate and immediately wrapped an arm around Emma’s waist, while deepening the kiss. She tasted like her last drink – rum and coke – and she smelled nice. Her body was soft and curvy against Emma’s, but there was nothing soft about the way she kissed. It was needy and hungry, with tongue and a hint of teeth. After several minutes of kissing and hands that got more and more curious, Zoey pulled back and with heavy breathing said, ‘I would like to split a cab.”

And that was how Emma found herself in Zoey’s apartment, making out against a hallway closet. It had been ages since she last hooked up with a girl, let alone someone she knew already, but Zoey’s feverish kisses, and hands under her shirt were causing her blood to boil and her body to yearn for more.

They were both still in their Beanies uniforms and Emma started to undo Zoey’s buttons fast and pushing the shirt off her shoulders, exposing creamy skin and a thin lacey bra. She trailed her fingers down the exposed chest, ghosting past the nipples and continuing down her stomach.

Zoey was undeniably hot. Pretty face, and annoying and distracting mouth and nice legs. Her eyelids fluttered as Emma touched her and it was incredibly satisfying to look at. Zoey kissed her again, more urgently, shoving her hand into Emma’s shorts, not even bothering to open them.

They stumbled backwards through the apartment, until Zoey opened what Emma assumed was the bedroom door. Zoey didn’t hesitate, shoving Emma unto the bed and straddling her, sending her a victorious eyebrow waggle.

They ended up having sex for what felt like hours. Whenever one of them was done, the other one took over. It was practically a competition to see who could give the other the most and the best orgasms. Finally, they both rolled away and caught their breaths.

“Sex with women is so fun,” Zoey grinned, lifting her head and resting on her elbow. “I’ve always wondered what sleeping with an older woman was like.”

Emma crossed her arms and frowned. “I’m not that much older than you.”

Zoey just giggled. “You take everything so seriously.” Then she stretched out on her back and closed her eyes. “Goodnight, Emma.”

Well, that was that Emma supposed. She just fucked Zoey from work. Zoey, who was rude and lazy and flirted with customers to get more tips and always sang some new musical theater song or practiced scales. Zoey, who was the only person she knew, who matched her level of shit-giving, who was really hot and a good kisser. Emma hadn’t thought of their bickering as flirting, but maybe it had been. There was some tension between them and now they had acted on it.

She fell asleep after turning around a few times to get comfortable, and woke up to sunlight and an arm stretched out over her. She turned her head and groaned at the sight of Zoey behind her.

“Move,” she said, lifting her arm off.

“Sorry,” Zoey mumbled and rolled away, “I’m used to spooning my boyfriend.”

“Your boyfriend?” Emma asked.

“Sam is kind of my boyfriend. I don’t know. We’re not exclusive, if that’s what you’re worried about,” Zoey answered, sitting up and rubbing her eyes. “He gives good dick. But you were much better at oral,” she winked. Emma rolled her eyes.

“Oh really? The gross cop dude isn’t good at going down on women? I’m shocked,” Emma said sarcastically.

“Was that your way of saying thank you Zoey, you were good too?”

“Thank you, Zooeeeey, you were good too,” Emma mocked. Zoey threw one of her many pillows after her.

“Anyway, I’m glad it’s not weird. You’re an asshole, but I really wanted to fuck you,” Zoey said, standing up and walking naked around her room, picking up discarded clothes. There were a few marks on her from last night.

“Likewise, I guess?” Emma shrugged, “we agree this was just fun, right? Not a big deal?”

“Of course,” Zoey grinned, “sex is no big. Speaking off, you really should fuck the guy from Beanies.”

“But now I have gotten that roll in the hay,” Emma said with a smirk, “so now there is no reason.”

“Babe, there is always a reason,” Zoey winked, pulling on clean underwear. “I just got your machine started again. You’ll wanna get laid again in no time.”

Emma bit her lip as she thought it over. What the fuck was she talking about? “Did you-“

“Oh, fuck you, you gave me hickeys,” Zoey said, inspecting herself in the mirror. Emma smirked.

“And you fucking liked it,” she responded, climbing out of the bed. Zoey had been whimpering and begging for more when she gave them. From the look in Zoey’s eyes, she remembered as well. Emma went searching for her clothes and got dressed quietly. She really needed to brush her teeth. Zoey walked her out, still only dressed in underwear.

“See you at work,” she said, and Emma did finger guns back at her.

“See you,” she replied.

She spent the day sleeping eating greasy carbs and then more sleeping. She woke up to her Monday shift. It was one of the long days and she wasn’t looking forward to it. Zoey was in the break room, grinning when she saw her arrive. She hadn’t buttoned her shirt yet and the hickey was visible. Emma got images of her mouth against Zoey’s skin and her hand between her legs. She exhaled and fought the sudden arousal at the thought.

The customers kept coming, everyone else was clearly as tired and in need of coffee this Monday as she was. Emma noticed several cute girls, with pretty eyes and full lips, in dresses that hugged their curves. She noticed a few men, with sharp cheekbones or nice shoulders. Zoey was right, her machinery had started back up. A customer spilled a little as he took his frappe, and Emma wiped the table down.

“Hi,” a nervous voice said, and she looked up into remarkably blue eyes, “I’ve got an easy one for you. Just a cup of black coffee.”

Emma smiled at him, and it made his whole face light up. She poured him the coffee, keeping an eye on him at the same time. He was tall and cute. She accepted the payment, noticing his impressive full lips and that he had broad shoulders underneath the suit jacket. When she handed him the coffee, his fingers brushed against hers and she felt tingles run from her fingertips up to her elbow.

Maybe Zoey was right?

“I see you in here all the time, don’t I?” she asked, “what’s your name?”

“Paul,” he answered, offering her a small and sweet smile.

“Hi Paul,” she said, “I’m Emma.”

//

[honeypiehotchner]

clementine (steve rogers x reader) -- part one

Hi! Okay, so, I have seen one movie with Steve Rogers in it, but somehow I got sucked in Steve Rogers x Reader oneshots on here a while ago and wanted to write one of my own. This will be two parts because it got crazy long (or maybe more than two, honestly who knows; y’all know how crazy my brain works). Regardless, here is this, and I hope you enjoy it. This is entirely a vent piece and some of the dialogue/scenes may or may not be real. Anywho.

It’s also loosely based on “clementine” by halsey. The lyrics to the song are italicized and bolded.

Warnings: blood, fainting, some general sad feelings, mentions of a troubled past, mentions of therapy, the works.

Word Count: 5.78k

I don’t need anyone/I just need everyone/and then some...

“He was watching her from across the room, her hair tucked neatly behind her ear as she read…”

“If you read one more goddamn sentence of that, I’m gonna deck you.”

“Come on!” Natasha whines, a playful smile crawling onto her lips as she looks back at her phone. “It’s too good.”

“I wrote it when I was fifteen,” you defend yourself, landing a particularly hard punch to the bag in front of you. It sends the bag flying backwards, causing you to step aside to prevent being knocked to the ground when it swings back to you. Your strength is something you’re still not totally used to, but you’re slowly learning. After being knocked down by the punching bag swinging back at you too quickly quite a few times, though, you start to learn.

“That doesn’t matter!”

“It does,” you glare at her, holding out your hand to stop the bag from swinging. That punch a second ago was much more aggressive than you thought. “And I know better now, anyway.”

“What does that even mean?” Nat scoffs. “You know better?”

“I know better,” you repeat, reeling back and sending the bag flying. That’s kind of fun, you have to admit.

After a quick succession of hits, you’re stopped by Natasha dragging you away from the bag. Not dragging you, necessarily, but she would say so. 

“Okay, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you shake your shoulders out of her grip. “I’m fine.”

“Okay, then whose head are you imagining in place of that punching bag?”

Steve. Stupid Steve Rogers. “No one, Nat. Leave it alone.”

“There’s someone. Who is it? Who pissed you off?”

“Nat!”

“What’s up ladies?” Steve announces his presence in the same manner every day, purely as an inside joke and no doubt to make you smile, but today it doesn’t have the same effect as before. He notices the look on your face when he drops his bag on the gym floor and frowns, looking to Natasha for more information.

“Go away,” you deadpan, not caring at all if he finds that harsh or uncalled for. You don’t have the time or the energy today to deal with him.

“O...kay.” He turns and exits the gym, shoulders slumping as he turns the corner, heading to the kitchen.

“What’d he do?” Natasha starts asking questions as soon as he’s out of sight. And when you give her a look, she continues. “Come on, the two of you were flirting up a storm last week and now you’re telling him to go away? What’d he do?” Nat is a little more than peeved because she’s been trying to get Steve to ask anyone -- literally, just someone -- out for weeks, and then she saw him getting closer with you, so she backed away, hoping he’d make a move without her nagging, and now he’s ruined it? Is he seriously that awful at this?

“We weren’t flirting,” you protest. It doesn’t matter that you thought the two of you had something. It’s over now, and you need to move on from it. That’s easier to do when you hate him, so that’s what you’re doing. Or trying to do, at least.

Nat hums, crossing her arms over her chest. She remembers the flirting -- and it was clearly flirting. Steve would have his arms around you, his head on top of yours. At one point she looked over and he was messing with your hair. Another time he was poking your nose, laughing like a madman when you swatted his hand away. It was flirting. Everything from his actions to the way he was looking at you said it clearly.

“What did he do?” She asks again. “I’ll cut his dick off, you know I will.”

“I don’t need you to do that,” you sigh, bending down to pick up your water. “He didn’t do anything. It just wasn’t what I thought it was, that’s all.”

“So you hate him for no reason?”

Pretty much. “I guess.”

“Any reason why you’re hating him for no reason?”

You shrug. “Just easier to I guess. But I’m gonna go. He needs to work out and I’m tired of punching that thing anyway,” you nod your head at the poor bag that’s been the subject of your torture for the last hour and a half. “Don’t ask him about it, please. Just leave it alone.”

“Okay,” Nat promises, nodding sincerely. “I won’t.” She still doesn’t like the look on your face. Because the look isn’t angry or pissed like it was when you saw Steve in the doorway. It’s dissolved now, sadder. Something did happen, that much she’s sure of, but you want her to stay out of it, so she will.

“Thanks,” you smile softly. “I’ll see you later.”

You exit the gym, nearly jumping fifty feet in the air when you see Steve standing right outside, leaned against the wall. You do your best not to make eye contact with him as you head to the elevator, ready to take a shower.

~~~

“Did she say anything about me?”

Nat curses under her breath. She promised you not to bring it up, and technically she has kept that promise because she didn’t bring it up just now. He did. 

So, she nods slowly. “Yeah.”

Steve blinks. He wasn’t expecting Nat to even answer him. “What did she say?”

“Nothing,” Natasha shrugs. “Look, I promised her I wouldn’t talk about it, but I know something happened. She won’t tell me because she’s too nice,” she turns to give him a look, “so what did you do?”

“What did I do?”

“Yes, what did you do? She’s obviously pissed off at you for some reason.”

“And I don’t know why she’s pissed off!” He nearly yells. “Why are you assuming I did something?”

“Because last week you two were flirting so much it made me sick and this week she’s pissed off and punching that bag so hard it nearly flew off the ceiling.”

Steve’s eyes widen. “Seriously?” That’s impressive. And dangerous. And attractive.

“Yes, seriously, I had to drag her away from it earlier because she sent it backwards so hard I thought she was going to break it -- or her fist.”

“Wow...” That’s not good.

“Loverboy,” Nat snaps. “Focus. What the hell did you do?”

“Nothing,” Steve ignores the blush on his cheeks at the nickname Nat used.

“Are you lying to me?”

“Seriously, Nat, if I did something, I don’t know what it is. I don’t know why she’s mad at me,” he pauses. “I didn’t even know she was mad until just now.”

“Hm. Okay,” Natasha narrows her eyes at the soldier, accepting his answer. She nods to the middle of the room. “Get out there. I need to fight someone right now.”

~~~

Wish I could see what it’s like to be the blood in my veins/ Do the insides of all of my fingers still look the same?

The steam from the shower does wonders in opening up your sinuses, but the tears you shed while washing your hair counteract the steam, so it’s pointless.

You’re not even sure when you started crying and over what.

When you woke up this morning, you weren’t feeling well. Some days are just like this for you. From the moment you open your eyes, you can feel it. The thoughts are sitting there, physical in their metaphorical selves, but sitting there. The worst is when they aren’t rapid, fueled by anxiety. The worst is truly when they’re just simply sitting there, minding their own business, but you’re so aware of their presence that you can’t focus. Or sometimes you can focus, but only on them. But it isn’t...anxious. It’s not fast-paced, thoughts flying down the highway about to crash into the median, it’s a slow and steady walk through a park at three in the morning. Silent and eerie.

Torturous, really.

What Natasha was reading -- what you wrote when you were fifteen -- is the single most cringe-worthy piece of anything you’ve ever done in your entire life.

Fanfiction.

Not just any fanfiction, though, an Avengers fanfiction. That’s right, way before Tony recruited you -- a whole seven years ago when you were fifteen and had no idea why you were as strong as you are but never giving it a second thought because you had other things to worry about -- you were the definition of a fangirl. For the Avengers.

For Steve Rogers, to be exact. Stupid Steve Rogers.

So, it’s no wonder that when Tony recruited you and when you first arrived here that your crush on Steve would return. Honestly, you had forgotten about it. Graduating high school and going to college was the biggest transition you’d ever been through, and it put a lot of feelings in the back of your head -- your crush on Steve being one of them.

Of course, your brain likes to point out to you that the only boyfriend you had in college for a year and a half (he graduated before you and moved on to graduate school...in Ireland) had a striking resemblance to Steve. But you ignore the fact constantly.

You’re a sucker for blonde hair and blue eyes. And a kind smile. Strong arms. A stupid, ridiculous laugh. Soft hands, but tough when need be.

God, you stick your face under the stream of water. This is borderline ridiculous.

Not borderline, though. You’re kidding yourself there. Because it is ridiculous. You agreed to come here because when Tony found you, you had nothing. Your family is gone, your friends won’t look you in the eye (so maybe they aren’t your friends anymore), and the home you used to know is destroyed. You’re here because you have nowhere else to go, and this crush has got to be the one to leave. You can’t let it ruin this place for you.

Especially not when it’s this ridiculous. The flirting -- or whatever it was -- that was happening between you and Steve, it meant nothing. You read too much into it and you know that because you have a bad habit of doing just that. You overanalyze, you fantasize, and you break your own heart, and that’s exactly what you did.

Steve brought a girl here from the bar last week. Thankfully -- or not so thankfully -- you managed to catch them at the door, telling Steve that Tony would skin him alive if he brought a girl to bed. Not because he cares about Steve’s sex life, but because this isn’t supposed to be a hookup place. It’s the Avengers headquarters, not exactly a place you bring girls home from the bar to. The facility is sort of confidential.

The worst of it all is Steve was drunk out of his mind.  The girl was more sober than he was because she knew something was off and left. You called a cab for her, and you’re assuming she got home, but Steve sulked off to his room.

And the next day, he only complained of an awful hangover. No apology for bringing a girl here when he knew Tony didn’t want that, no apology for bringing a girl here when he had been flirting with you, nothing.

Which only makes you think he doesn’t remember. And if he doesn’t, then that’s okay. It’s probably better that he doesn’t.

You just need to move past it, that’s all. What you thought was flirting obviously wasn’t, and that’s your own fault. You had a massive crush on him before you got here, so it was a no brainer that those feelings would resurface after being in close proximity with him. It’s your own fault, if you’re being honest. You should never have let yourself get your hopes up, even if in the smallest of ways.

You punch the shower wall in frustration, your eyes shooting open when you hear the crack of the tile.

“Damn it,” you hiss, holding your hand against your chest. Your already-bruised knuckles are now busted open and bleeding profusely, the sting settling in a second later. “Shit, shit, shit,” you shut the water off, stepping out of the shower.

And of course, you don’t have a first aid kit in your room -- well, you do, but it’s not equipped enough to deal with this and damn it, you’re going to need stitches.

After putting on clothes and wrapping your fist in a towel, you drag yourself down the hall to the elevator. You ignore the dizziness you’re feeling, deciding it must just be your thoughts messing with you, but when you see who is in the elevator, you really do feel like you’re going to pass out.

When Steve’s eyes land on you stumbling down the hall, he looks away, not wanting to make you uncomfortable. But upon second glance, he stares, and his eyes widen.

“What the hell?” He steps off the elevator, rushing over to you, and now you really feel like you’re dreaming. Your head is swimming, either from the blood loss you’re experiencing -- tile cuts deeper than I thought -- or from Steve’s hands on your shoulders or both. “What did you do?”

“Nothing,” you mutter. “God, that hurts,” you hiss, continuing to stumble toward the elevator.

Steve knows you’re trying to get to the med wing, and he can at least be grateful you’re going instead of hiding in your room like you’ve done before. You didn’t get why, but he was so mad when he found out you stayed in your room when you were sick instead of seeing a doctor. 

You don’t even fully understand why he’s here with you right now, walking you off the elevator with his arm around your waist to help you into the med wing. You also can’t help but feel entirely ridiculous for being here over something like this. Getting frustrated in the shower and punching the tile? Ridiculous.

It’s less ridiculous when you pass out. Literally.

~~~

Tony Stark is in the middle of a meeting when he gets notified that you’re in the medical wing. And the text message is from none other than Steve Rogers.

Tony isn’t blind, but he wonders if you and Steve are. He saw it in both of your faces the day you arrived. Pepper told him not to meddle, but it’s hard not to when the two of you are so oblivious that it pains him.

He isn’t exactly thrilled that you’re in the medical wing, but the fact that Steve is there with you makes him wonder if you’ve both come to your senses.

But still, the idea of you in the medical wing doesn’t bring good thoughts to his mind, which is exactly why he runs down the hallway.

By the time Tony arrives, Steve is pacing in the hallway, hand shoved into his hair with a pained expression on his face.

“Hey, Stars and Stripes!” Tony yells, knowing that will get Steve’s attention -- and it does. “What’s going on?”

“I don’t know,” Steve mutters, hand falling from his hair and smacking his leg. “She woke up and told me to get out.”

“Woke up?”

“Yeah, she-she passed out in the elevator -- well, in the hallway, but we were getting off the elevator.”

Tony’s eyes widen. “What did she do?”

“I don’t know, punched something I guess, her knuckles were busted open.”

Tony rubs his forehead with a sigh. When he first recruited you, you had this issue. This issue of not remembering how strong you are and getting yourself injured in the process. You have super-strength, sure, but your body isn’t immune to injuries. It’s less likely you’ll break a bone from punching concrete, but not less likely that your skin will tear or be cut if you break a window.

So, when he sees the stitches in your right hand and the IV in your left, he crosses his arms over his chest.

Tony has always been a bit of a father figure to you ever since he met you. And you definitely don’t like the look he’s giving you right now.

“What?” You mumble, glancing down at the stitches. “I know you’re going to lecture me, so what?”

“I’m not--” He stops himself, relaxing his arms. “What did you do?”

“Punched a wall,” you admit, knowing it’ll come out eventually.

“Where?”

You shrug. “But on a totally unrelated note, the tile in my shower needs to be replaced in one spot.”

Tony glares at you. “I’ll get FRIDAY on it.” He pauses for a moment, doing just that, and then he’s back, glaring at you again. “Why did you punch a wall?”

You stay quiet.

You can’t tell him. Not Tony. Of all the people here, he can’t know.

The only reason Natasha knows about the fanfiction is because she found it. She was snooping around and confronted you about it, and you couldn’t deny that it was yours. She can see right through you.

But Tony can’t know, and neither can anyone else. And if they do, they won’t hear it from you. It’s too embarrassing.

“Okay,” Tony nods, crossing his arms again. “Well, if you’re not going to talk to me, you’re going to talk to Jenna.”

Your eyes immediately find his. Challenging. “No.”

“You punched a wall and injured yourself so badly that you have stitches. Need I remind you that you passed out in the hallway, too?” Tony nearly yells, trying to steady his temper.

“I’m not going back to therapy, Tony, I’m not a child.”

Tony put you in therapy when you first arrived here. Because when he first found you, you were -- to put it politely -- a complete wreck. You were grieving the loss of your first love, your family, your friends, your home, and yourself. You needed the therapy, no matter how much you disliked it.

“You’re not a child when you stop acting like one.”

You roll your eyes. “You’re one to talk.”

“I’ll have Pepper make you an appointment.”

“Don’t bring Pepper into this!”

“Then tell me what the hell is going on with you!” Tony snaps. “I know something is wrong, I felt it last week on that mission and now you’ve hurt yourself so badly that you won’t be joining us on tomorrow’s mission, so you are either going to tell me what’s going on, or you’re going to tell Jenna.”

You stare at him.

“Jenna it is. I’ll go find Pepper and let her know what’s going on,” Tony says firmly. “I’ll have her send you the details.”

You roll your eyes. “Thanks, dad.”

The glare he sends you is much more heated than the one he gave you a few minutes ago, but this time he doesn’t say anything else to you.

You curse under your breath, flinging your head back into the pillows on the bed. If you didn’t have a damn IV in you right now, you’d get up and leave. You’ve ripped IVs out of your veins before, sure, but they hurt like a bitch and it only makes the nurses pissed, so you’re not going to do that this time. But man, do you want to, especially when the door to your room opens and in walks Steve Rogers himself.

He looks rough. And he’s not even the one on a hospital bed.

“Hey,” he says quietly. “You doing okay?”

“Steve, I really don’t want to talk right now.”

“To me?”

“What?”

“You don’t want to talk to me?” He asks, not looking at you. “You’ve been avoiding me all week and this morning in the gym you looked… Listen, I don’t know what I did, but I’m sorry, whatever it was--”

“Steve, stop,” you interrupt him quickly, already tired of his empty apology. “Don’t apologize if you don’t know what you did. It’s pointless.” And meaningless. And ridiculous. And empty.

“But you’re obviously mad at me--”

“And no amount of ‘I’m sorry I don’t know what I did’ is going to make me less mad!” You don’t mean to raise your voice, or to mimic his voice in a mocking way when you did, but you still do. And it still causes a look of hurt to flash over Steve’s eyes. “Please, just...I don’t wanna talk about it right now.”

“Okay well,” he pauses to take a deep breath, “let me know when you do. I’ll be around.”

“Okay.”

~~~

Once your body returns to normal, you’re allowed to leave. But you don’t get far before Tony is telling you to meet him in his office.

You don’t feel like arguing, so you go.

Tony didn’t make an appointment with Jenna, though. That’s clear from the moment you walk into his office and see Steve Rogers sitting in one of the chairs, his back facing you.

You freeze, glaring at Tony. “What do you want?”

“Come in,” he waves. “Sit down.”

“Why?”

At this point, Steve has turned around to glance at you, his eyes scanning your face to see how you’re doing. He notices the bandage on your hand, stained the faintest red, but nothing drastic or worrisome. It’ll come off soon, he’s sure. The nurse probably just put it there for the little blood that is seeping through.

Well, Steve is still worrying. Steve will always worry about you.

“Just sit down.”

You obey, sitting one chair over from Steve. You don’t want to give him the wrong idea by sitting right next to him, and you’d rather not be that close to him right now. You’d like to be in your room, away from everyone, but that can’t happen.

“Now,” Tony claps his hands, standing from his chair. “I don’t know what the hell is wrong with the both of you, but you’re not leaving until you talk it out.” He walks around the desk, giving you no time to react before he’s at the door. “I’ll have Jarvis let you out when you’re done. There’s cameras, so don’t...you know.”

“Tony!” Steve yells, twisting around in his chair.

“Right, forgot you’re the virgin of the group--”

“Leave.” You don’t raise your voice, you keep it quiet and steady, which scares Tony more, and he immediately leaves the room, the door locking behind him.

The room stays in silence even after Tony leaves, neither you nor Steve making any moves to say something to the other.

Steve waits for a few moments to pass before he decides to at least try. “How is your hand?”

“It’s fine,” you reply, glancing down at the bandage. “Hurts like a bitch.”

Steve laughs then, glad to get something out of you, even if it’s that. “I bet.” He pauses. “You know we don’t have to talk...if you don’t want to.”

“Yeah, I know,” you agree. “Should we?”

“I don’t know,” he shrugs. “I don’t want you to punch any more shower walls.”

Your head lifts, your eyes finding his. “He told you?”

“No,” he shakes his head. “Just heard the notification that the wall is fixed now.”

“Gotcha.”

“So you punched the shower wall?”

“Steve, I really don’t…” You shake your head. “I’m sorry.”

“I think I’m the one who should be apologizing,” he straightens up in his chair.

“Why?”

“I obviously did something,” he continues. “And I don’t know what it was, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t do it, so I’m sorry, for whatever it was. I can promise you I didn’t mean to hurt you. You know I’d never do that.”

“Thank you,” you sigh. “But it’s stupid--”

“What was it?”

You look at him, wanting to just tell him, but you can’t. Or can you? Nothing is really stopping you. And it’s not like by you telling him this, he will confess his feelings for you. You’re not going to throw yourself into his waiting arms, either.

“Do you remember when you went to the bar...last week, I think?”

Steve nods slowly, not sure where you’re going with this.

“Well,” you chuckle. “It’s nothing. But you brought a girl back--” His eyes widen. “It’s nothing, Steve. But you brought a girl back, and Tony had just told us he didn’t want any...guests over, so I got her to leave, but it just--” You sigh, hating that you’re about to say this. “Listen, it’s ridiculous, and I’m not saying this because I’m expecting anything, but just, the past few weeks, it kind of felt like something was happening -- with you and me, I mean -- so when you brought a girl back from the bar it just kind of...jarred me, but it’s fine. It’s nothing.”

You aren’t looking at Steve as you speak, and it’s probably for the better. Because you don’t know that you can handle whatever look he’s no doubt giving you right now.

“But it’s fine. Again, I’m not expecting anything,” you straighten your hand feeling the bandage rub against your stitches.

Steve doesn’t say a word. He doesn’t know what to say.

“Well,” you chuckle awkwardly, finally looking at him. “I’ve had one hell of a day, so I’m gonna go to my room and sleep.” You rush through the sentence, avoiding his eyes when you see how he’s looking at you -- sorrowful, pitiful. “See you around.”

You stand and go to the door, finding it unlocked as expected. Tony wouldn’t actually lock you guys in here -- or maybe he did and he was eavesdropping, you’ll never know, because you find yourself in the elevator quicker than expected. And you find tears rolling down your cheeks faster than expected.

You fall onto your bed after locking your door and telling Jarvis to turn anyone anyway who tries your door -- it’s what you like to call Do Not Disturb Mode.

You stare up at the ceiling, the tears continuing to leak from your eyes. The worst part is, you’re not really crying. Sure, tears are falling, but you’re numb to this.

The secret is out. Now he knows, that’s the pathetic reason you’ve been avoiding him and rude to him when you did see him. Now he knows.

Now Tony probably knows, too, if he didn’t before. You’re almost positive he did because...he’s Tony. He knows and sees all, and whether you like it or not, he can see through you.

~~~

Left my shoes in the street so you’d carry me/through a breakdown, or a black out/Would you make out with me?

You’re not sure when you’ve fallen asleep, but you’re woken up by Jarvis.

“Do Not Disturb has been overridden by Tony Stark.”

Knocking. “Open up, kid.”

“Just come in,” you yell, not wanting to move from your spot on the bed.

The door swings open slowly, revealing Tony with a box of pizza. “Hey kiddo. Your favorite.”

You smile, your stomach aching just from the smell of your favorite pizza. You gladly sit up in bed, careful not to put pressure on your bandaged hand. You hold out your hands, motioning for him to bring it closer.

He shuts the door before walking over, climbing onto the bed with you, offering the box of pizza to you. “Steve ordered.”

You try not to show too much. “Steve ordered pizza for everyone?”

“Nope,” Tony shakes his head. “Just you.”

“Oh.”

“He knows he messed up.”

“He didn’t mess anything up,” you mumble into your first slice. “There was nothing there to mess up.”

“It sounds like there was.”

“I knew you were eavesdropping,” you roll your eyes. “But I told him it’s fine.”

“I know,” Tony breathes.

“You don’t need to feel bad for me,” you finally look up from your dinner -- midnight snack? What time is it? “Or talk to me on his behalf, you know. We’re adults.”

“Says the one who has been hiding in her room.”

“I was asleep,” you defend. “And I won’t hide forever.”

“Good,” Tony nods. “Come here.”

You lean into his side as he pulls you into him with his arm around your shoulders. He kisses the top of your head before letting go.

“However big of a pain in my ass he may be, he’s a good guy and he’s got a big heart,” Tony says quietly. “He really feels bad.”

“I get it, Tony,” you chuckle. “Thank you.”

~~~

You finally venture out of your room sometime the next day, deciding to go to the gym. Whenever your head needs to be cleared, the gym is your first stop.

You can’t exactly punch anything because of your hand, but the least you can do is get on the bike.

Steve is in the gym when you arrive, and you try not to let it bother you. He’s working with the weights, and is thankfully so deep in focus that he doesn’t turn his head when you walk in.

Or he hates you now, your mind tells you, but you ignore it.

You keep your distance as you walk past him to the bikes, pulling out your headphones to listen to music while you ride. And to hopefully shut the outside world out.

Steve waits until he’s sure you’re in your zone before he looks over at you. He doesn’t want to come across like he’s staring at you, but he wants to at least check on you. The last time he saw you, you had just told him you were upset because he brought someone home from the bar. You essentially told him you had feelings for him, and he blew it by being an insecure idiot and thinking you’d never feel that way.

Or at least, that’s what Steve heard. He isn’t sure anymore about anything.

But when you look over, catching his gaze, and offering a small smile, he thinks maybe he could try. 

You return your focus to your music after catching Steve staring at you. Not so much staring as gazing, but you think that’s your fanfiction brain starting to work again, and it can’t.

Steve goes back to his routine, deciding it best to leave you alone and let you continue your own routine. Or he’s scared. He’s definitely scared.

Once he finishes working out, though, and his window to talk to you begins to close, he takes a deep breath, and decides it’s now or never.

Thankfully for him, you’re making your way over, your legs tired and your mind still not cleared like you wanted. But you caught him looking, and you really don’t want any bad energy between the two of you, so the least you can do is say hi.

So you do.

“Hey you.”

“Hi,” Steve smiles, smoothing his hands over his shirt. “How are you?”

So formal. Is this how it’s going to be from now on? “I’m okay. Doing better today. How are you?”

He nods in agreement, not adding anything else.

You nod slowly, remembering they’re leaving for a mission later today. “Are you ready for the mission later?”

His eyebrows raise. “Are you…?”

“No,” you chuckle. “Tony’s got me on lockdown here. But you’re still going, right?”

“I am, yeah,” he pauses. “I’m ready. Business as usual.”

You smile. Oh, Steve. Always so chill. The best in action, but not one to stress. You’ve always liked that about him. “I knew you’d say that.”

“Really?” Steve lets out a little laugh, some nerves rolling off his shoulders. “I’m that predictable?”

“Yeah, you are,” you shrug, teasing him without really being sure why. You’re surprised the two of you are even having a conversation right now.

“Okay, well,” he takes a deep breath, looking at you a little shyly. “What would you say to grabbing dinner with me later? Before I have to leave.”

There it is. What you could tell was eating away at him has finally left his lips, and it’s not at all what you expected. Sure, you hoped, but you knew better than to let yourself believe it would actually be true.

But now it is. And you don’t know what to say.

You probably think about it for a few moments too long because Steve shakes his head, shifting on his feet. “It’s okay if--” He reaches down to pick up a weight, a nervous habit, curling his arm.

“No, it’s just,” you pause to sigh, choosing your words carefully. “I...I don’t want you to ask me out because you feel bad for me,” you smile sadly. “I don’t want you to want me because you feel bad for me.” I want you to want me...just because you want me.

Steve sets the weight down, taking a small step closer to you, but you take a step back. He gets the message, and stands still, but explains, “That’s not why I’m asking you.”

“Okay,” you murmur, wanting to believe him. You want so badly to believe him right now, to believe that he’s asking because he wanted to before, but was too scared, but you can’t. “Not right now, okay?” You breathe, really not wanting to cry in the gym in front of him and hating yourself that you can even feel tears brewing. You told yourself it was fine. Why isn’t it fine? “Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry,” he shakes his head. “You don’t need to apologize.”

“Okay,” you nod, not knowing what else really to say. “I’ll see you...when you get back?”

“Yeah,” he smiles softly.

“Good luck and be safe and all,” the words tumble out of your mouth without reason, probably making you sound more ridiculous. “Be safe, though, really.”

“I will,” Steve promises. “Thank you.”

You smile, grabbing your water and leaving the gym, taking in a shaky deep breath when you reach the elevator.

You’re kicking yourself for saying no to him, but you can’t go out with him right now. Especially not the day after you confessed that you felt something was happening. It’s obvious he was only asking you out because you told him all that, and you can’t do that to yourself.

But God, you want it to happen. You want it to happen so badly you could scream. But it can’t happen out of pity, and if that’s the only way it was ever going to happen, then you’re going to have to accept that it just won’t happen.

Besides, you meant it when you told Natasha that you know better. You know better now than to let yourself get that far, to let your mind wander down that path. You know better than to think the fanfictions you wrote when you were fifteen could ever have the smallest possibility of happening now.

You know better. Even if you don’t want to, you do.

[bechloe-are-acadorable]

Bathroom door

Beca bounded down the stairs, arms full of her things she was packing up to leave the Bella house. She crashed into someone and her stuff went flying everywhere. She glanced up to see Aubrey’s slightly smirking face “What the hell are you doing standing at the bottom of the stairs like that?” She yelled at the older girl “In fact what are you even doing here? You don’t live here anymore!

Aubrey pulled a face "In a few hours neither do you!" She retorted. "Yeah well I still live here now and you don't so why don't you just do us all a favour and get lost! We're all trying to pack away and don't need you around making everything ten times harder!" Beca ducked down to retrieve some of the things that she'd dropped.

Aubrey scowled "So much for Bellas for life" she muttered and stormed up the stairs. Beca sighed and collected the rest of her things before deciding to make amends with Aubrey. After all Beca wasn't even annoyed at Aubrey, she was snappy simply because she didn't want to move out. She didn't want to leave all of the Bellas behind. She didn't want to leave one Bella in particular behind anyway.

Sighing again Beca trudged up the stairs to Chloe's room (the room that had once belonged to both Chloe and Aubrey) and opened the door ready to apologise to her. She frowned when she saw that Aubrey wasn't here until she heard someone in the ensuite bathroom.

Beca sat on the foot of the bed next to the bathroom door. Apologising wasn't something Beca found easy nor did often so not having to actually do it face to face with Aubrey relieved her slightly.

"Look Bree" she began before taking a deep breath "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to kick off on you and you know this house will always be yours as much as it is ours I just... have other things on my mind." Beca paused waiting for Aubrey to reply but when she didn't she figured she must still be pissed off with her.

"I just... I don't want to leave. I don't want to move away yet and be without the Bellas, you guys truly have become my family and I guess I'm just scared of losing that. I've made friendships in here that are so much stronger than anything I've ever had before. Like Amy she's a pain in the ass but she's such a laugh and a great mate to have and Chloe..." Beca sighed upon saying the redheads name.

"Well anyone with a working pair of eyes can tell Chloe and I have such a strong bond. I've never felt anything like it before and I don't want to lose that. She's the best and if I'm being honest that's 90% of the reason I'm dreading leaving so much, I don't want to leave Chloe. She makes everything okay and safe and exciting and I know now that she's going to move away and get a job and a boyfriend and a new life and forget about me totally. I just... I don't want that to happen"

Beca looked down, trying hard to stop the tears in her eyes from rolling down her cheeks "I'm in love with her" she managed to squeak out before the first tear rolled down her cheek. God she was being stupid! Why on God's earth would she tell Aubrey something like that. "Bree please don't tell her any of that"

Beca sniffed before she got up and headed towards the door.

Beca turned the door handle and jumped upon seeing Aubrey walking up the stairs towards her. Becas eyes widened as she turned around to see Chloe at the now open bathroom door. In that moment Becas brain short circuited and she stood there dumbly looking at Chloe, mouth slightly agape.

Chloe looked at Beca with a soft smile "I think we need to talk" she said in barely over a whisper. Beca closed the door behind her and quickly wiped her eyes before taking a deep breath and nodding slightly. "Well come over then I don't bite" Chloe giggled softly as she sat on her bed.

Beca shuffled towards Chloe and sat on the opposite end of the bed, rolling her eyes playfully Chloe scooted towards Beca. "Um, how much of that did you hear?" Beca muttered looking at her hands in her lap. "All of it" Chloe admitted truthfully. Beca nodded slightly "I'm sorry" Beca mumbled.

Chloe frowned at this "You have nothing to be sorry for Beca" Chloe replied softly, gently placing a hand on Becas leg. "I do. I've damaged the whole dynamic of our friendship" Beca groaned out in frustration. "It'll be okay" Chloe tried to soothe her but Beca shook her head "You'll always look at me differently now" Beca sighed. "Look I'm sorry Chloe but I have to go" Beca stood up to leave. "We can work through this Beca" Chloe tried but Beca shook her head as she exited the room.

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It had been 3 months since Beca had confessed her feelings to Chloe and three months since Chloe and Beca had last spoken. Chloe had tried, really she had but Beca wouldn't answer the phone to her or reply to her barrage of texts. Beca had completely isolated herself from all of the Bellas and moved to New York, working at a record label and living in a tiny crummy apartment.

Beca was well and truly hating her life. Living without the Bellas was hard but living without Chloe was almost unbearable. Her heart ached and she was lucky if she smiled once a week. She hadn't made any new friends and was just going through the motions, even mixing music didn't make her feel any better.

Chloe on the other hand was in a much better position. She had moved to Florida and was working as Ariel in Disneyland and loving every minute of it. She had always loved Disneyland and now it seemed her dreams of being a princess in real life had come true. She loved interacting with the children and ensuring that their visit was filled with awe and wonder like her trips had been as a child.

Chloe being Chloe had made loads of friends already and kept in regular contact with the rest of the Bellas. The only thing that would have made her life better would have been having her best friend back in it. She missed Beca dearly and felt a stabbing pain in her chest every time she thought about her scrappy little friend who had once inadvertently confessed her love to her.

She wished that Beca would answer the phone or text her back. She so desperately wanted to make things right between the two of them. Just because she didn't have the same feelings for her didn't mean they couldn't remain best friends. She missed Beca more than she'd ever missed anyone before and had begged and pleaded with the younger girl to talk to her to no avail.

Chloe woke up from a lovely dream, in the dream The Bellas were performing at Disneyland, all dressed as different princesses to an adoring crowd. Chloe and Beca were performing a short duet and Beca grinned at her with that smile she reserved especially for Chloe. The alarm clock jolted her awake and the sleepy smile remained on her lips for a second before remembering that she hadn't seen that smile in 3 whole months.

Chloe sighed and got her phone out to text Beca, knowing that she wouldn't get a reply. For all Chloe knew Beca had changed her phone number but text her anyway 'Hey Becs, you were in my dream last night, The Bellas were performing together at Disneyland! I miss you... please text me back x' Chloe quickly got changed, ready for another day in work.

Chloe got there slightly early as she always did, a smiling Chicago came over in his Prince Charming attire "Good morning Ariel" he laughed "Good morning to you too Prince Charming" Chloe laughed back. The pair had gotten closer over the past weeks and Chicago had started flirting heavily with the redhead.

He dropped to one knee and took Chloes hand in his "Would you do me the honour of accompanying me on a date tonight?" He asked already in character. Chloe giggled at the goofiness of him "Of course my prince" She replied. "Splendid" he stood up "Your chariot will await at 8" he kissed her hand before walking off. The other princesses gathered around her to talk to her about it before their shift started.

As soon as her shift finished, Chloe rushed home to get ready for her date, pausing only to alert the Bellas group chat of her date.

Stacey: You're literally going out with prince charming!

Aubrey: You're living every girls fantasy!

CR: Not EVERY girls fantasy

Fat Amy: Well every straight girls fantasy

Ashley: What are you going to wear?

Chloe pondered this for a second before getting up and looking through her wardrobe and picking out three options and sending pictures of each to the group chat.

Aubrey: Number 2

Jessica: 1

Ashley: 1

CR: Nah deffo 3

Emily: They're all nice!

Stacey: I have to agree with Bree number 2

Fat Amy: I'd say 3

Flo: 1 or 3

Lily: I killed someone in an outfit like 2

Chloe: Okay...

Chloe: You guys were no help

Chloe: What do you think @Beca?

Although Beca was still technically in the chat she hadn't spoken in it for 3 months and as suspected, she didn't break the silence. Chloe sighed and went with number 2 and got ready for her date. She was ready about 15 minutes before he was due to pick her up and decided to text Beca. Even after all of this time it wasn't any easier without her.

Chloe: Hey Bec, I tried calling you again yesterday but you didn't answer. Are you okay? Is this still your number? Please don't hate me forever, text or call me whenever you want and I'll be here x

Chloe heard a knock at the door and smoothed her hair down before answering the door. "Well hello there Chloe, you look amazing" Chloe smiled back at Chicago, "Looking pretty handsome yourself" Chloe replied. The pair set off in Chicago's car to a nearby Italian restaurant. Chicago was a perfect gentleman opening the door for Chloe and such.

The date went well and Chicago was as charming and funny as ever, he even walked Chloe back to her door after driving her home. "I had a great time Chicago" Chloe told him "Me too" Chicago smiled and leant in and kissed Chloe.

Chloe kissed him back briefly before pulling away "Well goodnight, thanks again Chicago" Chloe smiled before letting herself into her house and kicking off her heels. Chloe got undressed for bed and considered the entire date.

She had had a good time, it was fun and the two would make a great couple she mused but couldn't put her finger on why she didn't feel like she thought she would. She just didn't have that spark with him, she didn't feel for him what she'd expected to. What she'd hoped to.

Chloe flopped into bed and considered the problem some more. He was the third guy she'd been on a date with since moving to Florida but she had expected more from him. It was chemistry that she didn't have with him.

For example if she was out with Beca then the conversation would have never ceased. There was always ease between the two girls relationship. She always felt like she could be 100% herself when she hung out with Beca.

Then again that was a friendship, a relationship is something different altogether. If her and Beca had ever been romantically involved maybe she would have felt the same way around her. Almost immediately Chloe dispelled this thought from her head, she knew that she'd always act the same way around Beca no matter what capacity their relationship was.

It was a true conundrum. For some reason Beca was always in her thoughts when dates didn't work out. It was probably because she missed her friend Chloe reasoned. And she did. She missed Beca dearly, it was almost as though her right arm had been chopped off that's how integral Beca was to her life. Chloe sighed before settling into bed for the night.

Chloe woke up to a knock at her door. She got out of bed and opened it to see Chicago dressed in his Prince Charming suit. "What are you doing?" Chloe mumbled "Well I'm your Prince Charming aren't I?" He replied in a voice that wasn't his own. Chloe cocked her head and it took a second or two for her to click onto who's voice it was.

"Beca?" Chloe gasped "Yes m'lady?" Chicago replied still in Becas voice before magically transforming into Beca, still wearing the princely attire. Chloe threw her arms around Beca and hugged her, right before pulling away and looking at Becas grin. She pulled the shorter girl into a searing kiss before abruptly waking up to the sound of her phone ringing.

Chloe sat bolt upright in bed, panting slightly from shock and surprise before shutting off the call from Chicago. Chloe took deep breaths, trying to calm herself down. Why was this happening? Why was she dreaming about kissing Beca? Why didn't it feel wrong?

She picked her phone up and called Aubrey, 3 rings in she answered "Hey Chloe what's up?" Chloe inhaled deeply "I um... nothing" Chloe didn't know what to say, she was probably just being stupid after all. She didn't actually have feelings for Beca. Or did she? "Chloe what's up?" Aubrey asked again.

"Nothing" Chloe repeated, slightly more convincing than the last time "Don't make me ask again" came Aubrey's stern voice from the other side of the line. Chloe sighed "Well... um... have you ever had a dream about kissing someone that you shouldn't have been kissing?" Chloe managed to get out.

"That I shouldn't have been kissing? Like who? Trump? Ew fuck no!" Aubrey chuckled. "No I mean like a friend" Chloe sighed out "Not really no" Aubrey replied truthfully. "Yeah no me neither" Chloe laughed weakly "Well who was it?" Aubrey questioned her. "No one. It doesn't matter" Chloe added hoping she'd drop it.

No such luck. "Well you have to tell me now" Chloe groaned at this "It was Beca wasn't it?" Aubrey asked. "How... how did you know?" Chloe stuttered "You've always been a bit gay for Beca" Aubrey said nonchalantly. "What? No I haven't!" Chloe squeaked out.

Aubrey laughed at this "You definitely have! All that hand holding and cuddling up during movies and not stopping going on about her and how beautiful she is" Aubrey stated. "I... I'm an affectionate person that's all!" Chloe protested. "I was supposedly your best friend and you weren't that touchy feely with me!" Aubrey argued.

Shit. She was right. Everything was always... different with Beca. A stronger bond. A bit more tender. A deeper love. "Oh my god" Chloe breathed out "And the penny drops" Aubrey deadpanned. "I... I think..." Chloe gulped loudly "I think I love her" she managed to get out.

"I know you do" Aubrey said quietly. "Why... why didn't you ever say something to me?" Chloe questioned her "Its the kind of thing you need to figure out for yourself Chlo" Aubrey said softly.  "Yeah I suppose you're right, thanks Bree... I have to go now" Chloe whispered out. "Let me know how it goes!" Aubrey called out before Chloe hung up. Chloe quickly text Beca.

Chloe: Becs we need to talk, call or text me please?

No reply, not that Chloe was expecting one really. She had no idea how else to contact Beca. She didn't know where she lived or worked or anything, all she knew was that she was in New York and working with a record company.

Chloe searched for hours and hours online for Beca until eventually she found her name listed on one of the record companies. Well if Beca wasn't going to talk to her then she was going to have to go and see her.

Chloe rang work up and took a few of her holiday days off and quickly packed a bag. She got a taxi to the airport and booked the first available plane to New York.

Not even 6 hours after waking up from that dream and Chloe was aboard a plane ready to fly her to New York. It was scary. Terrifying really. She was going to see Beca for the first time in such a long time and tell her how she felt about her.

One step at a time though, she knew where Beca worked but not where she lived and the working day would probably be over by the time she arrived. Chloe thought long and hard for a while but eventually decided to just turn up to her work and hope she was there.

The plane ride, although relatively short in duration, seemed to drag on for an eternity. Chloe was getting more nervous by the second and by the time the plane landed she was a ball of nerves. Grabbing her bag she hurried through the airport and hailed a cab to Becas work.

She got there at 6:15 and entered the building hoping that Beca hadn't left yet. The reception desk was empty so Chloe scouted round, unsure of what she was even looking for. "Can I help you?" Chloe wheeled round at the words and was greeted to a perplexed looking woman. "Um hi I know someone who works here, Beca Mitchell and I don't know if she's here or if she's gone home yet"

The woman raised an eyebrow at her "Beca will have left over an hour ago, as soon as it's 5 o'clock she's out of the door" the woman chuckled. "Ah yes that does sound like her" Chloe giggled "You see the thing is is that I don't actually know where she lives..." the woman frowned slightly.

"How well do you know her?" She queried. "Oh very well. We're best friends" Chloe said confidently. "You're best friends but you don't know where she lives?" Chloe laughed nervously. "We went to college together, we lived together and we were co-captains of our college acappella group but she moved here and I moved to Florida. I have pictures, do you want to see them?" Chloe got her phone out "No I believe you" the woman laughed.

"It's a surprise you see, she didn't know I was coming" Chloe explained "I see" the woman nodded "Is there any chance you could help me out? Have you been to her apartment?" Chloe asked hopefully. "Me? No. As far as I'm aware no one in this place has" Chloe's face dropped at this "Well is there any way you could find out where she lives for me?"

The woman chewed her bottom lip contemplatively "I dunno, it's against policy I could get into trouble" she muttered. "Please? Pretty please? You'll be doing me a massive favour and no one will ever find out" the woman thought for a couple of seconds, assessing the situation.

She seemed harmless enough and hopefully a visit from a friend would cheer her moody coworker up. "Wait here I'll be two minutes" she said "Oh my god thank you so much I owe you one big time!" Chloe beamed.

She waited anxiously for the woman's return, when she arrived back she handed Chloe a piece of paper with the address written on it. "Honestly I can't thank you enough for this!" Chloe gushed "It's nothing" Chloe engulfed the woman in a quick hug. "Thanks again!" She said before leaving and hailing another cab.

Before long she was stood outside Becas apartment door. She must have been standing there for a good 15 minutes working up the courage to knock on it. She didn't know what to say.

She almost bottled it, she almost turned around and left for the airport to get a flight home. But she couldn't. She couldn't leave when she was this close to seeing Beca again. Chloe took a deep breath before wrapping her knuckles across the door.

She heard a muffled "Finally" through the door before it was opened. There she was. Becas mouth dropped open at the sight of Chloe in front of her after all these months. Chloe smiled awkwardly "Hey Becs" she whispered.

Beca remained mute and unmoving, she couldn't quite comprehend what was happening. Surely this was a dream? Why else would Chloe be stood at her door? Tears welled in Chloe's eyes upon seeing Beca after so long and she could no longer help herself, she hugged the smaller girl tightly.

Beca stood there, almost frozen but engulfed in Chloe’s arms. She breathed in Chloe’s scent that she hadn’t realised she’d missed this much before clearing her throat slightly. Chloe released Beca and took a slight step back “You better come in” Beca managed to get out. Chloe nodded and followed Beca into her apartment.

Chloe looked around the tiny place as she followed Beca to the couch. Beca picked the remote up and turned the TV off before offering Chloe a seat. Chloe sat down but Beca remained on her feet, pacing slightly.

Chloe glanced up at her nervous friend “I missed you” she said sincerely. Beca ran a hand through her hair “I missed you too” she admitted quietly. “Can you sit down so we can talk?” Chloe asked softly, Beca paced a few more times before reluctantly nodding and sitting down next to the redhead.

Beca bounced her leg nervously as she struggled to look at Chloe “Bec can you look at me please?” Chloe almost begged. Becas eyes drifted up to Chloe’s face where Chloe spotted the tears threatening to escape. Chloe exhaled deeply “Why did you shut me out?” Chloe whispered as Beca shook her head.

“You know why” Beca glanced down at the floor again. “No I don’t” Chloe said softly as Beca ran a hand through her hair again. “It was too much. I said too much and I couldn’t take it back” Beca croaked out.

She began to pick at the chipped black nail polish on her fingernails. “Beca I’m so sorry” Chloe began, a stray tear falling from her own eyes “I never wanted you to feel like you had no choice but to cut contact with me. It must have been horrible for you, feeling the way you did. I’m so sorry Becs” Chloe choked out.

Beca glanced back up and her heart broke upon seeing Chloe cry “Please don’t cry Chloe” she pleaded. Chloe dried her eyes and took a deep breath “I just... I missed you so much and I thought I’d lost you forever!” Chloe croaked out.

Beca sniffed “I’m sorry Chloe it’s just... you don’t know what it’s like loving someone who only sees you as a friend. It’s crushing. It almost feels like you can’t breathe any more” Chloe’s heart broke a little bit more knowing she’d caused Beca to feel like this “And I just didn’t know what to do. I thought running away would help but all I do is think about you. I’d rather have you in my life as a friend than not at all Chlo” Beca added quickly.

Chloe steadied her nerves and made sure she locked eyes with Beca before continuing. “Beca I don’t want to just be friends with you anymore. I think I love you” Becas mouth dropped open at this “What?” She squeaked out. “I think I love you Beca” Chloe said plainly. “Like love me or love me love me?” Beca asked quickly Chloe smiled at this. “Love you love you” Beca could hardly believe her own ears. “You do?” Chloe nodded as a small smile appeared on Becas lips, widening until it almost engulfed her whole face.

“So... can... can I kiss you?” Beca asked as Chloe nodded vigorously. Beca pulled Chloe in for a kiss that was half-ruined by Becas inability to stop smiling, Chloe however found it absolutely adorable. “Promise you’ll never leave me again?” Chloe asked as she broke away from the kiss “I promise” Beca replied sincerely before leaning in for another kiss.

[straightouttaneptune]

Princess

I will never not love this gif of soft Tony

Pairing: Tony Stark x reader

Warning: Flooooof, young reader (Over 21 though), swearing, drunk reader, maybe a little secondhand embarrassment but just a little bit :)

Summary: Y/N becomes the center of attention while letting it all go in a club, Tony and Y/N are forced to face their own feelings after the wild night and a confession.

Y/N: So while we wait for the last chapter of ‘it girl’, here’s a little one shot of Tony! Harley Quinn was totally the inspiration of the party girl Y/N, lmao. It’s a little comical, I hope it’s sweet, and as always thank you for reading muffins!! - Your Nep 💋

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“What. The. Fuck did you two do?” Natasha smacked Bucky and Sam’s heads, standing in between them as the three watched you. It was one of the team’s rare night out, in a newly opened club that the Avengers had exclusive access to.

You were a little bit younger than the rest of the team, so Natasha assigned the two to make sure you didn’t get into any trouble. And what did they do? Completely abandon their assignment and leave you wasted.

You were perched up on top of the bar counter, giggling innocently as the bartender girl flirted. The people around you were more than intrigued, a small group of people forming to surround you. You were very entertaining to watch, Natasha admitted as she continued to stare at her best friend.

You took a shot after shot, your angelic laughter booming after each one. The people all clapped their hands and cheered for the young Avenger.

“Whoooo!! What a rush!” You leaned back on the counter, the bartender appreciating the view. Everyone else took their shots, following you.

“Alright, Barnes, Wilson, here’s-“ When she turned back to them, they were already long gone. Sighing, she prayed that Tony wouldn’t freak. He was the most protective one of you, considering he had a very obvious crush on you. The two of you never acted upon it, but the tension was there.

You felt all giddy and happy, nothing seemed to be stressing you out. Worries and problems just faded away, downing them with alcohol. You felt yourself crushing the cage that kept you in, and just flowed to the music and the laughter of the people around you.

Being an Avenger was hard. Way harder than your average job, because you had the weight of saving the world on your shoulders. It felt nice to let loose.

“Hey, Nat. Where’s Y/N?” She turned around to face Wanda, slightly tipsy with a glass of white wine in her hand. She didn’t even need an answer from Nat, her eyes immediately spotted you on the counter.

“Is that...”

“Yeah.”

“She’s... sitting on the counter.”

“Yeah.”

“There’s a lot of people around her.”

“Yeah.”

Wanda now joined Natasha, watching your movements from afar. You were irresistibly captivating tonight, with your beautiful scarlet red designer dress that fitted you perfectly, and styled hair that gave out the scent of sandalwood. Your cheeks were tinted rose from the alcohol, stray strands of your hair framing your face.

“Nat, Wanda! We’re heading out, can you fetch Y/N?” Steve called out from the platform upstairs, and Natasha could only give him a thumbs up.

You were just telling the crowd of the story of getting shot in Dubai, when you saw Natasha walking up to you.

“Natasha!” You stood up, and not a second later you lost your balance and fell forwards. It felt like you had 2 left feet, too wobbly to support you up.

“Y/N!” She ran through the crowd to catch you, and thank god she did. As she sighed in relief, you let out an adorable giggle.

“My hero.” You mumbled and nuzzled your face in her arms, closing your eyes and enjoying her embrace. As much as Natasha wanted to keep hugging you, she had to get you back to the tower.

“Wanda, a little help?”

She shooed away the little crowd, rushing to you and Natasha. “Here, let me.” She used her telekinetic powers to lift you off the ground as your giggle intensified.

“She’s so cute like this...” Wanda smiles down at you and glanced at Natasha, who broke out into a smile as well.

“Well, yeah, she kind of is.”

You kept on playing with Bucky’s hair on the ride home, Tony glancing at you suspiciously every few minutes from the driver’s seat.

“Your hair’s so smooth. Like a baby goat.” Bucky eyed you weirdly, but he seemed to be unable to stop smiling too.

You were starting to doze off in the car with your head rested against Thor, causing your teammates to look at you and awe. Except for Tony, of course, who wished for nothing but to be in Thor’s place.

As soon as the car stopped, he jumped out of his seat to open the back door for you.

You let out a squeal as you tripped on your feet, Tony catching you in time before you hit the floor. “Tony! Tony Tony Tony, where were you tonight? I *hic* missed you...” You lightly punched his chest, his laugh reverberating to you as he held you by your waist.

“C’mon, Y/N. Let’s go to sleep.” Natasha tugged at your arm, but Tony tightened his hold on you.

“Wait, I’ll bring her to her room.” Tony said nonchalantly, ignoring everyone’s raise in their brows. Natasha narrowed her eyes at him, but let go of your arm.

“Goodnight, Lady Y/N.” Thor, your other best friend, pecked the top of your head before heading off inside. Tony’s arm was still wrapped around you protectively, even though he knew you weren’t his.

“Aw, Tones. You care about me!” You looked up at him with your big eyes, smiling from ear to ear. “I care about you.” You giggled and poked his nose, making him chuckle quietly. It was nice to see you so open with your thoughts, because you tend to keep to yourself most of the time.

“C’mon, Princess.” He took your hand and led you up to your room, his heart aching to kiss you. But his emotions had to be put away, for you were wasted and was unable to consent, nor remember anything.

“Tony, you’ll stay, right?” Just as he was about to leave, you tugged on the sleeves of his suit, giving him that irresistible puppy dog eyes.

“I don’t think that’s-“

Before he could protest, you pulled him onto your bed. He stumbled and fell into your covers, knowing that he was now in deep shit.

When he looked to you and saw you peacefully shut your eyes and snuggle into his form, he couldn’t leave. He let himself drift into sleep, no matter the consequences he would have to face once he woke up.

“I love you.” Tony wasn’t sure if he heard that right, but he tried not to think about it as he drifted off into unconsciousness.

-

“TONY!!” You woke up with a banging headache, and as if that wasn’t bad enough, you looked to your right and saw Tony Stark in your bed.

“What!?” He jumped awake, eyes darting to comprehend where he was.

“Why are you- did we-“ You looked at yourself, but you seemed to still be in that same dress from last night, as did he.

“No, no, definitely not. We just fell asleep.” He sat up, getting rid of his suit jacket.

“Oh, okay.”

“Y/N, there’s something you said last night.” He started, because he just had to know. Despite the age difference and all that, he couldn’t repress his feelings for you, so he had to at least know for sure.

You froze. You. Just. Froze.

“You said you loved me.” He cringed at himself, he never thought he’d be in this cliche situation. He searched your face for any clues, but all he saw was panic.

“I- I, I do, I mean, I, okay, I do. Tony, I know you think I’m young, and I know you don’t see me like that, but I can’t help-“

You were cut off by him pressing a loving peck on your cheek. Your face burned a bright shade of red almost instantly, trying to understand what just happened.

“I’ve been in love with you for a long time, Princess.” He smirked, leaning in to kiss you again properly.

He tasted like cherries with a hint of scotch, his lips moulding into yours perfectly. His hand snaked up to the back of your neck, resting there protectively. You grabbed a fistful of his hair, tugging on them lightly.

You pulled apart from him, happiness flooding your heart. The butterflies in your stomach were basically exploding right then, head in the clouds from the passionate kiss. You forgot all about the hangover headaches, your mind too busy for such thing.

He brought you to the kitchen to make you a breakfast, but as soon as he entered the kitchen, the first word out of his mouth was:

“Y/N’s my girlfriend.”

All the other Avengers who was lounging in the living room shot you a glance, a cheer going around as they saw you and Tony holding hands.

“Oh, god, finally!!”

“Wait, who asked who out?”

“Well, I think it was Y/N.” You nodded as you reflected back on last night.

“Pay up, suckers.” Natasha laughed as the other Avengers groaned, passing her 10 dollar bills.

“You bet on me, Nat?” You raised your brow at her, who smirked and threw a crumpled 20 at you.

“Very well. Continue.” You quipped as she laughed, satisfied with your payment. You took the mug of coffee from Tony’s hands, whispering a quiet “Thank you.”

You locked eyes with him over the kitchen aisle, suddenly feeling shy from the amount of love he showed just in his gaze.

“You’re too sweet.”

“Anything for you, Princess.”

[starks-parker]

Last Summer - part one “road trip”

a/n: new series! probably like three parts. my last work did like weirdly well so I really hope you guys like this one! 

warnings: hella fluff

summary: the gang beings their summer road trip! y/n and peter are totally in love with each other but can’t seem to tell each other, mj has too much caffeine and we get a cute flashback. --

“Who’s excited for Flash’s Summer 19 roadtrip across America baby hell yea!” Flash screamed at you and your friends in the hallway. 

Flash had planned an entire road trip for your friend group to go on this summer. He kept calling it  “Flash’s Summer 19 Roadtrip Across America” which made you regret agreeing to go on it. 

“Us.” You all weakly replied. You all were excited but ever since he started to plan this thing he couldn’t stop talking about it. 

“I’ll see y'all at my house tonight with your bags packed and ready to go!” He screamed running down the hall. 

Peter looked at you and sighed. “Guess we’re really doing this.” 

“Oh my god Pete shut up! You’re excited! A whole week going to new places with your best friends,” you held out your pointing to all your friends standing around. MJ, Brad, Ned and Betty looked at Peter. “We’re going to have the best time!” You beamed up at him. Peter couldn’t help but smile when you did. 

“See there we go! I gotta finish packing up but I’ll see you at my place later right?” 

“See you then!” Peter responded as you gave him a peck on the cheek.

“Dude this is so going to be the summer where y/n falls in love with you.” Ned exclaimed. Peter would never admit it to Ned but he was so in love with you. Peter didn’t need to tell him though. Ned could tell by all the shared glances you two gave each other. He could see how Peter would linger looking at you just admiring how you existed.

“You think? I - I mean why would I even want that we’re just friends.” Peter stammered. “Y/n is my best friend, that’s it.” He sighed as he watched you walk down the hallway, your hair bounced from side to side as you smiled and said goodbye to people. He loved how you were friends with everyone, how you walked with confidence and how your smile made him and everyone else smile. He could never admit that he loved you, because if he did then it would mean that there’s a chance you didn’t love him back. So Peter kept his feelings hidden away. 

 --

Peter: Hey I’m here. 

Y/n: Okay come up for a second will you? I need help with my bags. 

Peter: Yea coming up.

Peter walked into the living room where he found you sitting on the couch watching Netflix and eating a banana. 

“Oh hey what’s up Pete.” You said not looking away from the tv.

“I thought you said you needed me to help move your bags down?”

“Oh yeah, about that. I meant I need help packing them.” You said taking a bite of banana and still not looking away from the screen.

“Y/n. We have to be at Flash’s in like 20 minutes, you’ve had a whole month to pack your bags and WHY ARE YOU STILL WATCHING THE OFFICE AND EATING A BANANA?” Peter was basically yelling. 

“Calm down Spider boy, I’m fucking with you. My bags are already downstairs at the front desk with Happy.” You handed your half eaten banana to Peter. 

“I hate you so much,” he rolled his eyes. 

“You love me Peter Parker,” you teased smiling. Peter paused and didn’t really know what to say. 

“Let’s go grab your bags,” Peter hesitantly walked out of the room. 

 --

“Are the hints I’m dropping not obvious enough?” You asked MJ in Flash’s room. He let the girls change in there while the guys took turns changing in his bathroom. “Honestly, like I keep flirting with him and whenever I do he just gets all weird and ignores it.” You huffed sitting down on Flash’s bed. 

“Well maybe it’s hard for him to tell? You guys have been best friends for a while, maybe he can’t tell the difference between friends and more than that.” Betty explained. 

“Yeah plus you guys have always been affectionate. I don’t know any best friends who fall asleep in eachothers arms because you can’t sleep without each other. Maybe Peter needs more than flirting.” MJ offered. 

“What, like sex? That’s off the table MJ-”

“God no, just be up front. He’s my best friend but the dude is clueless. Tell him how you feel, put it all out there.” MJ said bluntly. You admired how upfront she was. She was never afraid to tell things the way they are. You on the other hand were quite the opposite. 

“I guess. When do I know when the right time is though?” 

“Girl, we’re going on a week road trip alone with our friends seeing some of the most beautiful places in America. You’re going to have like a million moments alone with Peter.” MJ said finishing changing. “I’m going to put my stuff in the car, but think about it okay?” 

“Yeah, okay.” you nodded back. You decided that this would be the summer where you told Peter your feelings. Normally when you made up your mind there wasn’t much that could stop you. But your crippling fear of rejection and fear of losing Peter as a friend was starting to outweigh your stubbornness. 

-- 

“Woah look at this thing. It’s huge!” Brad said climbing onto the huge RV like bus that Tony got for your trip. 

“Yeah well, the only way my dad was going to let me go was if it was his own design, and if FRIDAY was here to watch me.” 

“Hello Y/n.” FRIDAY said, activating at her name. 

“Hey Friday,” You flatly said. “Sorry guys I know this was supposed to be a normal road trip with friends and I begged my dad to let us use Flash’s RV but-” 

“Y/n this is awesome! What are you even talking about!” Flash beamed. 

“Alright! I’m driving first. Next stop CHICAGO!” MJ said almost too excitedly for someone who’s about to drive for 6 hours. 

“How many Red Bulls have you had?” Peter asked pointing to the one in her hand. 

“Enough for me to not need sleep but not too much that my heart explodes.” MJ nodded. 

“That’s the sweet spot.” You nodded while everyone else laughed. 

You all picked out your beds and explored the bus. Brad and Flash sat down in front of the TV and watched some prank show. Betty and Ned were in the kitchen area laughing and making sandwiches. MJ was driving and Peter was sitting on his bottom bunk unpacking his things. 

“Hey Pete.” you said sitting on his bed.

“Oh hey y/n.” he sweetly smiled at you.

“This is it.” You thought to yourself. “Just tell him how you feel.” 

“Peter I-” you stammered.

“Tomorrow in Chicago,” Peter said interrupting you, probably not even realizing you were about to say something. “Maybe we could sneak off from everyone else and go get dinner just me and you?” He asked shyly. 

You smiled with realization. Telling Peter you loved him on a bus in the middle of somewhere in New York was not the place it should happen. “Yeah Pete that sounds really nice.” 

--

You had been on the road for about 3 hours, and everyone had gone to sleep. You couldn’t sleep however. The bed was cold, and you couldn’t stop thinking about the curly haired boy in the bed across from you. About how easy it would be to fall asleep in his strong arms. You and Peter would fall asleep together often ever since you accidentally napped together in 9th grade and you started to miss his presence.

--

“I’m so frickin tired of studying Peter. We’ve been at this for 2 hours.” You complained

“I know me too, but we have to finish this book report. We waited until the last minute, this is what we get.”

“You know I hate it when your right. Can we at least sit on the bed so my back doesn’t kill me from sitting on the floor?” 

“Whatever you say your highness,” Peter grabbed all the papers and books that were strewn across the floor and placed them on the bed. You two situated yourselves so you were sitting close to each other. You leaned back into your pillows and started to read a passage as you felt your eyes getting heavy. 

“Peter.” you lazily said. 

“Yea?” he said still focused on the book. 

You grabbed his arm and put it around you. “Let’s take a nap, I’m getting.. sleepy.”

Peter’s arm was now around you as you dozed off, he didn’t want to move it off of you, he kinda liked the feeling of holding you. “Uh- okay. But only for half an hour, then back to studying.” 

“Mmhm.” you said half asleep. 

Peter pulled the blankets over you two with one hand, careful to not move the other that was wrapped around you. He slid the other one under you and pulled you in close to his chest. His entire being was revolving around you. He was surrounded by your smell, by your touch and by your warmth. Peter was entranced by you. He never wanted to let go of you, something felt so comforting to him because you were safe in his arms. 

--

“Y/n” Peter whispered. 

You were just about to fall asleep thinking about the first time you slept in his arms when he called out to you. “Yea Pete?” 

“Can you- um can you come sleep in my bed? I can’t sleep.” He admitted. 

You nodded and got out of your bed and walked over to his. You lifted up his blankets and climbed in. He grabbed your waist and wrapped his arms around you. One of his hands accidently slipped under your shirt so his hand was on your stomach, but you liked the way it felt. He must have been too tired to notice. He nuzzled his head into your neck and you could feel his breath. It took everything in you to not turn around and kiss his lips. You both drifted off snuggling into each other, both of you thinking of each other as you slipped into sleep. 

You woke up in Peter’s arms. You slipped out of them careful to not wake him up. You stood up and looked around, everyone was still asleep. You were thankful, honestly. Flash would never shut up about how you and Peter slept together if he found out. You walked to the front of the bus to see MJ driving. The sunrise was orange and pink, the colors filling up the large Windshield and illuminating the girls face. She was listening to Frank Ocean and singing along. You sat in the passenger's seat and put your feet up on the dash. You couldn’t help but pull out your phone and take a picture of the scene and put it on your story. 

“Goodmorning,” She said calmly. 

“Wow, your surprisingly chill after how I saw you last. How was your night?” 

“You know, I don’t really remember. But hey, we’re all still alive so I must have been fine.” she shrugged.

“Okay, how about I drive until we get there. I don’t want you to be tired while we’re walking around anyways.” You offered. 

“Really? Thanks Y/n. I’ll pull over up here and we can switch.” She smiled. 

“No that’s okay,” You paused and looked up. “Friday, can you please turn on auto pilot?” 

“Auto pilot on.” Friday said. 

MJ stared at you in disbelief. “This thing has had autopilot this entire time? And you just let me chug 15 red bulls and drive for 6 hours?” 

“I thought you wanted to drive!” You laughed. 

“I- Jesus I’m too tired for this.” MJ said walking off to her bed.

You sat behind the wheel and took the bus off autopilot, you liked driving, especially when it was this beautiful. After about 30 minutes of driving, Peter came up and sat in the seat next to you. The orange and pink light lit up his tired face and his messy curls.

“What are you doing up?” You asked him. 

“Couldn’t sleep without you,” he said staring at the sunrise. 

You nodded at his nonchalant confession. You wondered if people who were only friends say those kinds of things to each other. Before you could over think it more Peter reached out to the hand that you weren’t using to drive and interlocked his fingers with yours. You and Peter were always affectionate with each other, but this was really intimate. You looked at him and he was smiling at you, so you smiled back. He started to close his eyes and nodded off. You looked back at the road and smiled knowing Peter needed you just as much as you needed him. 

[meangirlsx]

The Whole “Being Dead” Thing: Beetlejuice x reader (part 1)

Pairing: Beetlejuice x reader Word count: 1735 Warnings: Major character death? You are the major character. But it’s Beetlejuice so your story continues as a ghost. Your death is not described. Request: Hello💚 can I request beetlejuice x reader in which the reader moved into the maitland‘s house but after a while dies there too because of an accident or something so basically ghost!reader x beetlejuice

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When you moved into the Maitlands’ old house, you had heard rumors about it being haunted, but you weren’t really concerned. The previous accident dropped the price of the house, and when anyone asked if the idea of the house being haunted scared you, you joked that you hoped it was because you didn’t know many people in the area and maybe the ghost could be your friend.

Naturally, you were pretty surprised to learn that it was, in fact, haunted. You were even more surprised, though, when the ghosts really did start to become your friends.

Barbara and Adam were so sweet and dorky. You couldn’t help but love them from the moment you met them. Beetlejuice couldn’t really be described as sweet or dorky (though he definitely had his moments of both), but just the same, you found yourself becoming friends with him, too.

Barabara, Adam, and Beetlejuice were very different kinds of friends. Because Barbara and Adam had each other, too, they spent a good deal of time on their own, but they were always there when you needed some advice, guidance, adult life tips, or a voice of reason. They also loved to tell you stories, and you loved to listen, even when the stories were delightfully boring.

Beetlejuice, on the other hand, could follow chaos like a dog chasing a tennis ball. Whether he could sense it or you called for him, if you needed something other than a voice of reason, he was there.

The more time you spent together, the more loyal to you he seemed to become. You could summon him to help you pick out an outfit and not only would he do it, but he seemed to enjoy it, and then he’d stick around just to hang out with you. You started spending a lot of time together that way, you calling him for one thing and him hanging around for most of the day afterwards.

Once you started spending all that time together, it didn’t take long for you to realize you were starting to fall for him. You had no idea what to do about that.

He hadn’t been around all day, so you took the opportunity to talk to Barbara and Adam about it.

The second you told them how you felt, they shot each other a look.

“Is that ridiculous to even think about?” you asked. “I mean, there’s no way we could be together, right? That’s even assuming that he would like me back. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“No, that’s not it,” Adam said.

“There’s just...a lot we don’t really know,” Barbara said, still exchanging glances with Adam that made it seem like they weren’t telling you something. “We think you might be better off talking to him about it directly.”

“And believe me, we know that can be scary,” Adam said. “But we think in this case, it’ll be worth it.”

“Just tell him how I feel? But what if he doesn’t like me back?”

They smiled at each other, then at you.

“I’m not a betting man, but if I were, I believe that’s what we’d call a sucker’s bet,” Adam said in his dad joke tone that you admittedly loved.

“He’s stuck around this long,” Barbara added. She didn’t say anything else, but her meaning was clear. He’s stuck around this long for a reason, and he wouldn’t leave even if he didn’t like you back.

You thanked them and returned to your room.

You ran through a million different scenarios in your head. You weren’t sure how long you’d been thinking through ways to tell him when he just popped into your room.

“Wow, Y/N, you were thinking my name so hard, you might as well have been screaming.”

You felt your heart start to race and your face start to heat up. “You can hear me think about you?”

He let out a loud laugh. “No. But wouldn’t it be cool if I could?” Then he leaned in closer. “So you were thinking about me?”

You shoved his shoulder lightly. “That’s not funny.”

“I think it’s hilarious. It’s not my fault if you’re, like, in love with me or something.” He sat down on your bed as comfortably as if it were his own. “Aw, look, you’re blushing!”

You folded your arms. “I don’t remember saying your name. So why are you here?”

“I was bored,” he said with a shrug. “But if you want me to go…”

“I didn’t say that.”

He smirked. “You totally love me.”

You took a breath and reminded yourself not to let him get to you too much. He was always like this. He was just a shameless flirt. It was how he entertained himself.

“Are you trying to convince me or yourself?”

“You’re full of fire today,” he said. “I like it.”

“Can you ever just have a normal conversation?”

“I can. But this is more fun.” Then his face flooded with sincerity. “Unless something’s wrong. You said you were thinking about me earlier. Are you okay? Do you need me to mess with someone?”

“No, I’m fine. Everything is fine.”

He shook his head. “You looked so distracted when I got here. You were going to call me. Something’s going on. What is it?”

“Nothing is wrong, Beej.”

But he just kept repeating “What is it?” like a little kid.

“Can we go back to the teasing? I think I liked that better.”

“Who said I was teasing?”

You couldn’t help but laugh at that. “You’re literally always teasing.”

“I can tease and still be serious.” He stood up. “Now tell me why you were thinking about me.”

“You don’t want a real answer. You just want me to say it’s because I’m into you.”

“Only if you mean it.”

“You can be so annoying sometimes, you know that?”

He grinned in response.

You opened your bedroom door. “Come on. Let’s go watch a movie or something.”

He followed you out into the living room. “You never let me go this long without changing the subject. What’s going on?”

“What movie do you want to watch?” You made your way over to the coffee table to pick up the remote.

“And now you’re avoiding the question? Oh my God. You do like me.”

You set the remote down and whirled around to face him, a rush of bravery coursing through you. “And what if I did? You don’t exactly make it easy to tell you. And you don’t really seem like the dating type, anyway.”

You couldn’t quite read the expression on his face as he said, “I can’t tell if you’re joking or not.”

You must have used up your rush of bravery, you thought, because you suddenly felt much less prepared to have this conversation. “Can we just drop it? Let’s pick a movie.”

“I will literally never be able to drop this if you’re not joking. And for the record, I could absolutely be the dating type if it was with the right person, and I’d say you’re the right person. Unless you’re joking, in which case I am also completely joking. I am 100% teasing and kidding around...unless you’re into it.”

The way he sort of babbled nervously brought you comfort. You took a step closer to him and spoke softly. “You know you don’t have to say everything that’s on your mind, right?”

“Please tell me you’re not messing with me.”

“I’m not. I’m just scared.”

You felt him take your hand as he said, “I happen to be very good in the fear department.”

You laughed. “It’s not that kind of scared.”

“I know. But you don’t have to be scared. Not with me.”

Before you could say anything else, he stood up perfectly straight and stared straight ahead.

“Beej?”

He didn’t answer.

“Are you okay? What’s wrong?”

His eyes returned to yours. “I’m sorry. I have to go.”

“What?” You gripped onto his arm. “What just happened?”

“I have to go do something for a few days. You should hang out with your friends or family or something. I’ll see you in a few days, okay?”

“Beetlejuice.” As soon as you said his name, you saw it jolt his body and grab his attention. “Talk to me. What’s going on?”

“I’m not allowed to say.”

That didn’t sound like him at all. “Since when do you care about rules?”

“Don’t stay in the house. Don’t wait for me. Go hang out with people. I’ll see you...later.” With that, he leaned down to kiss your temple, and then he vanished.

You had absolutely no idea what had just happened. You hoped you were wrong, but your fear was that it had to do with admitting your feelings to each other. You tried to focus on that and be excited that he felt the same way about you, but you couldn’t focus at all.

The week went on with no sign of Beetlejuice. You talked to Adam and Barbara, and they were supportive. They even told you they knew he liked you back and that he could never shut up about you, but they knew it wasn’t their information to give. They had no idea what had happened, though, and they couldn’t think of any explanation.

You spent time with the people closest to you. It was nice to catch up with them and spend the time you didn’t normally get to spend. You hadn’t realized how much time you spent hanging out with dead people.

You wanted to know what was going on with Beetlejuice, and nothing really stopped you from wondering or worrying, but it really was nice to spend some time with the living people you loved.

You thought about trying to summon Beetlejuice, but Barbara thought it would be best to give him the time he needed and come back on his own.

At the end of the week, you woke up, but you didn’t remember going to sleep. As you looked around, you realized you were in the attic of your house. With one more glance around, the Maitlands appeared before you.

“Y/N!” they called and rushed to your side. They threw their arms around you, then helped you to your feet.

“Barbara? Adam? What’s going on?”

Barbara took your hand gently. “Y/N… You’re dead. I’m so sorry.”

——

Part 2

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Begin Again (Episode 32)

I didn't talk to Tess the whole way to Sulani, a 2 hour car ride of just staring out the window, I was still furious with what she had said to Angus, it wasn't her business what we were doing and she had no right to yell at him or myself. Ive never gotten in the middle of her and Declan, even when they've had their fights I've never taken sides or attacked Declan, telling him that it was his fault and I feel so betrayed that she broke my trust and used it against me. We'd never gone this long without making up, even as kids we'd be best friends again by morning but this time was different, she'd gone too far and was over stepping.

When we arrived at the holiday home we walked in and looked around, it is a beautiful island style house, two stories, kitchen and living downstairs, bathroom and four bedrooms upstairs. I picked the room right at the end of the hall, it was the smallest but has a great view of the beach, Cassie and Sam were in the room next to me and Tess and Declan are across the hall from them, leaving the other end bedroom free. I unpack my suitcase and decided that I needed time alone on the beach, I had the forethought to pack a bucket and spade because I love to make sandcastles. I change into my swimwear, slather myself in sunscreen, grab my beach towel and make my way to the sand.

I remember Angus telling us that the property also has a private beach so I'm grateful that I don't have to deal with crowds of tourists and beach goers, I can just sit in silence and create a masterpiece. I'd been out there for an hour when I feel someone is standing behind me, watching, I turn around and see that it's Tess, she has a nervous look on her face like she's scared to approach me.

"I've been looking for you" She tells me in small voice

"I've been sitting here for an hour so clearly you didn't look hard enough" I snap at her

"Zoey I hate when we fight and it's going to make for a horrible holiday if my best friend won't even speak to me" She says, coming down to sit beside me on my towel

"I hate when we fight too Tess but you shouldn't of gotten involved, I would never of done that with you and Declan and you know it" I reason with her and she hangs her head

"I know, I just don't like seeing you get strung along. I like Angus, don't get me wrong, he's my friend too but he's not being fair on you, he has you in this holding pattern, waiting for him to decide when he's going to take you back and he keep acting like he's still your boyfriend but without actually being your boyfriend, he's stopping you from moving on and he knows it." She explains and I know she's right, I just haven't been able to admit it to myself, I kept thinking if I played along then eventually he would want me back but I secretly hate just being friends with him.

"I don't know what to do Tess, I want him back, to how it was and he doesn't want that but I don't want to not have him in my life because that makes me miserable. I love him and I'm not allowed to love him" I cry

"You can love him Zo, he still loves you too but you have to accept that he can't go back and you need to move on or it will destroy you and I don't want to see you be that girl who couldn't move on from the boy who broke her heart" She says, putting her arm around my shoulders

"Well what do you suggest I do?" I ask her

"Stay friends with him if you think you can handle just being friends but set some boundaries that you're comfortable with, like no flirting because that's just messing with your head." She advises, "If Angus woke up to himself and realised he should be with you then I'd support you both completely because I know you'd be happy and I know he's a good guy, he made one mistake and he is punishing himself and you for it but if he moved past that and came back I wouldn't say a word, neither would the others either, we just want to see you happy, with Angus or not" She promises

"You need to call him Tess, you two need to work this out because you're friends and what you said really hurt him, even if you are right." I urge her

"I'll call him now and sort it, it will be all good sis" She says hugging me.

I leave her on the beach to make the call and go back up to the house where the others are planing where to go out tonight.

"The Sandbar is good" I suggest and they agree that we will go there. I walk off to the shower to wash the sand off myself and start getting ready for our first night out on the island. I pick out an outfit to wear, the climate here is very tropical, you walk outside and instantly start sweating, I pull out my red mini skirt and a white singlet. I keep my make up at a bare minimum because I know it will just sweat off once I walk outside anyway and pull my hair up into a messy bun because the tropical weather is making it frizz like crazy. I walk back downstairs as Tess comes into the house.

"We sorted it out" She says smiling at me and I hug her.

"Fantastic, go get ready, we are going to The Sandbar for dinner, drinks and dancing" I order her

"That's so weird, Angus just suggested we go there tonight too" Tess laughs

We walk to The Sandbar, it's not too far from our house and it gives us a chance to take in the amazing sunset over the island water, the smell of hibiscus flowers fills the air.

"I could live here forever" I announce to the group, the girls both walking hand in hand with their partners and I'm walking behind them, dancing along the path.

"It's a great place to visit but I couldn't live here" Cassie tells me, "I want to live that apartment city life, to be amongst the business of a city that never sleeps" .

We arrive at the bar after a 15 minute walk, it's not too busy tonight but we see other school leavers who are celebrating the end of high school. We order drinks and enough food to feed a small army and sit at the lounges out the front.

"Do you think we will stay in touch now that we're out of School" Sam asks the group

"I think we will" Cassie assures him but none of us know what next year will bring.

As the night gets later the bar becomes busier, filled with a mixture of school leavers and people on uni break for the year. In the crowd I see the face of someone who I recognise but I can't quite pinpoint where I know him from and then it hits me, that's Charlie, the guy who got my number at The Rattlesnake bar a few weeks ago but never contacted me and I guess with all the Angus drama I kind of forgot all about it. He must be staying on the island for uni break. I point him out to Tess and she suggests I should go say hello to him

"What could it hurt?" Tess points out and I agree.

Charlie is sitting with a group of 4 boys drinking beers and talking loudly and I get a flutter of butterflies as I approach his table.

"Hey Charlie" I greet him and he turns to face me and smiles brightly.

"Hey, I remember you, Zoey right?" He asks

"Yeah, that's right, we met at The Rattlesnake about a month ago" I remind him

"Oh yeah, I got your number and I totally meant to call and ask you out but I've just been so crazy busy. You look amazing babe, love that skirt on you" He says, putting his hand on my back and I feel a tingling sensation go down my spine

"Thanks and that's all good about not calling, I've been really busy too" I assure him

"How long are you staying on the island for?" He asks

"A week, we just arrived this afternoon." I reply, "What about you?"

"We leave tomorrow afternoon, been here since Tuesday, an impromptu trip for Uni break" He explains as he finishes his beer, "Lets get a drink Zoey" He suggests and we walk together to the now crowded bar, we squeeze in and try to get the mixologist's attention but we are having no luck. I feel someone squeeze in beside me and they start clicking their fingers to get the mixologist to come over.

"What can I get you sir?" She asks him

"They we're here before me" I hear him tell the mixologist, I turn to thank him and am shocked to see Angus standing beside me.

"Why are you here? You're meant to be at your cousin's house having dinner" I exclaim

"She'll have a vodka soda and I'll have a rum and coke thanks" He tells the waiting bar staff while ignoring Charlie, "I got home and Immie and Justin were at it again, in the kitchen this time and I couldn't get to my room so I called up Steph and Annabelle and asked if they wanted to come away for a few days, hope that's ok?" He explains to me

"It's your house" I remind him and I feel Charlie's arm around my waist, for a moment I forgot that he was next to me.

"Lets go find a table babe" Charlie says to me

"You'll be hard up finding one in here now, I think we got the last one" Angus says to Charlie, pointing to where Annabelle and Steph are sitting, "Come sit with us" He urges me with a big smile on his face, I turn to Charlie and he nods in agreement.

Steph jumps up from the table when she sees me coming

"Zoey, sweetie, you look amazing, I love that skirt, it's hot" she greets me, hugging me tightly

"Hey Zo, sorry to ambush your holiday" Annabelle apologises

"It's all good" I tell her, it's awkward but it's great to see them here.

"Who's your friend?" Steph asks as we take our seats, Charlie on one side of me, Angus on the other

"This is Charlie, we met a few weeks ago at The Rattlesnake" I introduce him to the group, "And this is Annabelle, Steph and Angus" I tell Charlie

"How do you all know each other" Charlie asks suspiciously, I was hoping that question wouldn't come up

"Well Annabelle is my girlfriend" Steph explains, which is also news to me, I knew they were best friends but I didn't realise they were in a relationship, "And Angus is my ex boyfriend, we all went to school together and Angus is.."

"Zoey's personal trainer" Angus interrupts Steph, giving her a look, Steph rolls her eyes at him.

"What do you do Charlie?" Annabelle asks, breaking the tension between Steph and Angus

"I just completed my first year at Uni, communication degree" Charlie replies

"Oh a Uni boy, you must see your fair share of frat parties" Steph muses

"Yeah, things get pretty wild, I was just saying that to Zoey, I got her number that night at The Rattlesnake and I just completely forgot to call her because of all the end of year parties" Charlie laughs, "You know how it gets"

"Not really, I've never forgotten to call a girl I'm into and I run my own business so I'm guessing I'd be busier than you would ever dream of" Angus tells him smiling.

"Well I just go with the flow, it's meant to happen it will, like Zoey being here tonight, it was meant to be" Charlie says, smiling at me and I see Steph laughing.

"I bet you have a lot of those meant to be encounters often hey Charlie? An attractive man such as yourself, I'm sure you have no troubles getting laid" Steph asks in her flirtatious tone

"I do alright, helps that I'm highly skilled" Charlie says, winking at me

"I remember when we were at uni and we had this theory about the guys who tell you they're good in bed" Steph laughs

"What was your theory?" Charlie asks curious

"Well if a guy has to do his own adverting it usually means he's going to be shit and were going to have to fake it. Girls talk, if it's good or bad" Steph explains to Charlie, "Like take Angus here, it's been almost 3 years since we last slept together but he was highly skilled, as you phrased it, yet I've never heard him boast to anyone about how good he is" She says, smiling brightly at Angus and I realise it's true as confident as he is he never boasted about being good at sex.

"Thanks Steph" Angus clinks his glass against hers

"So how does your girlfriend here feel about hearing you talk up your ex like this?" Charlie asks smugly

"I'm all good with it, I'm not insecure in my relationship, Steph and I know all about each others past experiences" Annabelle chimes in, smiling at Steph, she takes Steph's hand and gives it a kiss.

"I've got plenty of stories of bad sexual encounters too. All girl's have at least one guy they've slept with who was shit in bed" Steph laughs and Angus looks directly at me, I know exactly he's thinking too.

"I don't have one" I confess to the group and I see the relief come over Angus' face, Steph clinks her glass against his, a silent congratulations.

"Yeah but how many people have you slept with Zoey?" Charlie enquires, I wasn't expecting a follow up question.

"Just one but he was amazing, he always put me first and made sure I was comfortable and taken care of" I tell Charlie

"So you've got nothing to really compare it to then, it could be shit and you would have not idea because it was your only sexual partner ad I'm guessing it was a high school boy too" Charlie laughs to himself, "You should come back to my hotel room and I'll give you something to compare mr perfect to" Charlie suggests, smug smile spread across his stupid face.

"Actually it wasn't a high school boy and I'm not going anywhere with you, I'm sure that would only end in disappointment and disgust" I scold him and the group bursts out laughing

"Are you serious babe? You can't wear a skirt like that and then play miss innocent" He says, putting his hand high on my thigh and sliding it up under my skirt, he leans over and forces his lips onto mine, stabbing his tongue into my mouth, I feel completely violated and I manage to pull away from him and look at Angus, his fists are clenched and he's being held back by Steph  Ive never seen him look so angry, I look back at Charlie who is grinning like he won a prize.

"Told you I was better than Mr Perfect" Charlie exclaims and I've had enough, without even thinking I punch his creepy face and walk away from the table. My hand feels like it's on fire as I storm through the bar searching for Tess, I find her sitting on the lounges out the front, she sees me coming and jumps up

"What did he do?" She yells, she can see I'm crying

"He put his hand up my skirt and then forced a kiss on me so I punched him in his smug face" I tell her as Charlie comes storming out of the bar with Angus hot on his heels.

"Fucking slut" Charlie screams at me and Angus grabs him and shoves him against a wall.

"Angus let him go, he's not worth it" I yell and he backs off, Charlie runs off up the street.

"Are you ok?" Tess asks after the drama has settled down and the onlookers have disappeared.

"My hand is sore but good, he was just vile" I tell her, rubbing my hand which still feels like its in a world of pain

"I'll walk you home" She offers but I don't want to ruin her night

"I'm fine to go alone Tess, it turns out I can throw a mean punch if I need to" I laugh

"Well you know who you have to thank for that" She says pointing at Angus who is standing with Steph and Annabelle by the door.

"Did you know he was coming here?" I ask her, knowing she spoke to him this afternoon

"No but we did have a good talk this afternoon and cleared a lot of things up, lets just say I got a few things wrong" She tells me, I hug her and start walking toward home.

"Zoey wait up" I hear Angus call out after me and I turn around, he says goodbye to the group and runs up to where I am, "I'll walk with you"

"You really don't have to, I'm fine, I'm just going back to put some ice on my hand" I say smiling at him.

"I have a surprise for you, the girls helped me do it and I kind of want to be there when you see it" He tells me, he takes my good hand and starts walking

"So Annabelle and Steph are together?" I ask him

"Yeah, I only found out a few months ago, they're happy and I'm happy for them" He says smiling down at me, "Can I hold your good hand?" he asks and I hold out my left hand for him.

"Who knew those boxercise classes would one day pay off?"I laugh

"You got him really good too, the little fucker didn't see it coming" He tells me

"Well I knew if I didn't hit him you were going to"I exclaim

"I wanted to hit him when he put his hands on you while we were standing at the bar" He admits and I shake my head.

"I'm never talking to another boy in a bar ever again, what a creeper" I laugh

"Not all men are like that though Zo, don't cast them all off because of one bad apple" Angus reminds me.

We reach the house and Angus grabs an ice pack from the freezer, wraps a towel around it and puts it on my hand.

"So I believe there was mention of a surprise for Zoey?" I ask, getting excited, Angus' surprises never disappoint.

"Come with me" Me says taking my good hand and walking me up the stairs to the end bedroom that I'm staying in, he stops outside the door, nervous look on his face, I look at him confused

"Everything ok?" I probe, I don't know why we are just standing at the closed door, surely the door isn't my surprise.

"Yeah I'm just thinking that maybe this is just bad timing and you'll think I'm only doing it because of that douche canoe tonight but I want you to know I did this before I saw you at the bar and it's OK if you don't want to do it" He rambles on

"Angus when did you become the over thinker and I become the confident one who goes around punching boys?" I laugh at him and reach for the door knob and open the door, inside he has spread rose petals all over the bed and theres a bunch of roses on the bedside table, the room smells divine and looks amazing.

"You did this for me?" I cry

"Annabelle and Steph helped, Tess too" He says

"Tess helped? How?" I ask him confused

"By going off at me last night, she was right Zoey, everything she said was right, I'd been angry at you for leaving but it was me that made you want to leave by lying and I only caused us to break up, you had every right to leave me and I'm so grateful you came back" He says  

"Why did you do this though?" I ask confused by what it means.

"I wanted to ask you if you'd be my girlfriend again? Like I said the timing seems bad because of what happened at the bar and I'll understand if you say no" He asks in a nervous tone and I stand there, looking around the room, taking in what he's asking of me.

"Angus, for future reference and I'm kind of hoping it never happens again after tonight but if you see me in a bar with some random guy and you know that you've done this big romantic gesture for me to ask me to be your girlfriend then just kiss me you damn fool" I laugh at him and he relaxes.

"I didn't want to step on the kids toes although he let another man buy you a drink so that should of been the red flag that he maybe wasn't going to have the best of intentions for my Princess." He smiles widely at me, "You still haven't answered my question though" He reminds me

"I love you Angus Theodore McKenzie and I would love to be your girlfriend but only under two conditions" I announce to him.

"And what are those conditions?" He asks, taking me into his arms.

"One, that our friendship rules still remain in place, all of them" I tell him

"Deal and the other condition?" He questions me

"You take off your pants and show me your tattoo" I smile wickedly at him

"Can I kiss you first? Ive been dying to kiss you for so long now, you have no idea how many times I almost did" He asks coming in close to my face but I pull away and he looks at me oddly

"I'm going to go brush my teeth and wash my mouth out because that fucker forced the most disgusting kiss on me" I explain and I leave him in the room so I can go detox of Charlie. I brush my teeth, twice and swish mouth wash around my mouth until I can't stand the burning sensation anymore. On my way back to the bedroom I hear the others walk in the door, I stand at the top of the steps to try and catch Steph's attention, she sees me and sneaks away from the others.

"Hey sweetie, how are you feeling?" She asks concerned

"Really good, thank you for helping him with the decorating of the room, I loved it and I just wanna say I'm happy for you too, that you found love with Annabelle because she's an absolute sweetheart of a person and so are you" I say as I throw my arms around her

"It was no trouble Z, Angus did  most of the work anyway, he called the florist and picked up the roses, all Annabelle and I did was keep watch and make sure you didn't come home early." She spills, "Did you say yes though? That's what I'm dying to know"

"Yeah I did which is kind of why I wanted to talk to you, I know it's weird the girlfriend coming to the ex girlfriend but we're friends and you're my most, experienced friend, please don't take that the wrong way either" I say nervously

"Of course we are friends honey, you held me when my dog died even though you thought I'd stollen your boyfriend, you're a gem Zoey, what do you need? I haven't got condoms, I'm kind of not in the need for them anymore" She laughs

"No, I don't need protection, I have that covered for when we do, you know but I want to make it special, I need you to come to a lingerie store with me if that's not too much to ask" I say fumbling my words, I don't know why I'm nervous, we've both had sex with him before at some point in our lives.

"Do you wanna go tomorrow, theres a store on the mainland, along Magnolia Promenade, we will go there tomorrow and find you something to take his breath away" She whispers to me, "By the way, you know he's standing down the hall watching us like the dirty perv he is" She says loud enough for him to hear

"She said she was going to the bathroom to brush her teeth and she never came back, I'm still waiting on a kiss" He explains to Steph

"I need to borrow Zoey for something special tomorrow" Steph tells him and he looks at us like we are up to something

"Rule number 3 Zoey, no keeping secrets" He reminds me

"Not a secret, a surprise for you and you'll love it" I promise him

"You can borrow my car" He says to Steph. Tess and Cassie come running up the stairs to see whats going on.

"Angus and I are back together" I announce to them and they drag me into Cassie's room to get all of the details of the night, from Charlie sticking his hand up my skirt and forcing a kiss on me, which led to me punching him and now to the rose petal covered bed I came home to tonight, my hand still hurts but having Angus back eases the pain a little.

"Im happy for you Zoey" Tess says with a big wide smile on her face and I know she means it too, I hug them both. Theres a knock on the door and it opens, Angus comes in and hugs Tess

"Thank you for the wake up call, I needed it" He tells her

"I didn't feel good about going off at you and I know I've been overstepping so I promise from this point on I'll mind my own business and if Zoey tells me anything I won't use it against you" Tess swears to him and I know she will keep her word.

"Would you ladies mind if I took my girlfriend to her bedroom because I haven't kissed her yet and she's requested to see my full tattoo so I need to keep my lady happy and satisfy her" He says winking at me.

Back in our bedroom he closes the door and takes me into his arms and kisses me softly and slowly, I feel like I'm going to melt, this is how a kiss is meant to go, not forced upon you by some sleazebag who is just trying to get laid.

"My princess, I've missed kissing you baby" He tells me sweetly

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, we had a deal, get your pants off Theodore" I demand laughing at him

"You're so bossy, it's such a turn on" He says as he takes off his pants and slides his boxers down to the floor and for the first time I get full view of how I am represented on him, It's a giant tattoo of a fish that is made up of smaller pieces, it wraps around his thigh and ends on his left butt cheek.

"I love it baby, I really do" I say kissing him

"Zoey you've never called me baby before, you've only ever called me by my name, or Theodore, never by a cute pet name" He says surprised.

"I didn't feel comfortable doing it, I wanted to but I thought I'd sound silly but now I'm completely comfortable with you, you're my boy." I explain to him and he kisses me on the forehead.

"Yes I am Princess and I'm going to do this right this time which means we are going on dates, actual dates, not just to the food stalls, I'm talking you get dressed up and I take you fancy places where they make you eat with cutlery" He laughs, "And then I bring you home and make love to you" He promises

"Unless Imogen and Justin are already at it somewhere in the apartment" I joke with him and he buries his head in my neck.

"Don't remind me, I couldn't even pack to come here because they were at it like rabbits in the kitchen and they're so fucking loud too, I'm surprised down stairs hasn't come banging on our door with a noise complaint." He groans, "I just need to buy my own house"

"Not apartment? Is Angus Mckenzie going to be slumming it in the suburbs like us peasants?" I ask poking fun at him and he laughs

"You're not a peasant, you're a Princess and yes, I have been thinking about buying a house, I've been asking Don for some advice on Brindleton Bay, I want to get a yard so we can have a puppy" He says, sharing his plans with me

"I'll be living in this house too will I?" I question him, I know we talked about living together next year but that was before the break up so I thought he may not want to anymore.

"Of course baby, it will be our house" He tells me as we clear the bed of rose petals and he puts his boxers back on.

We climb into bed, it's been such a long, exhausting day but I'm so glad to be ending it with Angus.

"I haven't got protection" He whispers to me in the dark, it's like he can read my mind, knowing I want to resume all aspects of our relationship

"I'm not on the pill anymore, I need a new prescription and I didn't see the point considering I wasn't having sex" I explain

"I thought that might be the case, I'll get some tomorrow" He promises and he kisses me softly, "I love you Princess"

"I love you too baby, thank you for my roses and for making my bad night good again" I tell him, I'm so glad he's mine again

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Elevator part 2

Norman x Reader

Warnings: smut, Norman Reedus, fluff, heartbreak,

Words: 2149

It had been 5 month since our last encounter in the hotel in Berlin. Since then I hadn’t heard a thing from Norman. I felt so used and thrown away it was embarrassing. But I had my pride and wasn’t gonna call or text him before he did. I was so angry at myself. How could I have been so dumb to think a film star like Norman Reedus would want something permanently from a girl like me? He could get any model type woman he wanted so why choose me? I made a total fool of myself and when I noticed that I immediately called my friend to cry.

I was so heartbroken that I wasn’t even able to enjoy the beautiful summer vacation with my friend to Great Britain. I was constantly in a bad mood it got even worse when I saw all the pictures on his Instagram account.

The weather was still amazing when September came around and I was sitting on my balcony at home when my phone rang. I was so in thoughts that I didn’t even look at the screen of my cell phone when I took the call. “Ja.” I said. “hello beautiful!” Immediately I was wide awake. “How dare you call me after almost half a year and then you come around with hello beautiful?” I yelled at him and walked inside my apartment. My neighbors didn’t have to know about the drama going on here. “I’m really sorry darling. I know I hurt you badly by not calling but at first I was really busy filming when I came back to the states and then time flew by so fast that I doubted such an amazing woman would still be available that’s why I didn’t call. And I know that is a shitty excuse but I just had to try my luck now. I couldn’t get you out of my mind sweetheart.” he sounded sincere but what did I know he was an actor after all so I stayed silent except for a “Pfft” he sensed my doubts and added suggestively: “I just have to see you again and as luck would have it I’m in town. Come meet me sweetheart and I show you how much I missed you.” “I don’t know.” I teased him. I didn’t want to let him know that his voice and words had already convinced me to give him a second chance. “Please?!” he begged and I could almost see his puppy dog eyes through the speaker. “Alright. Where and when?” I caved in.

Two hours later we met at his hotel in my town. My city was not the biggest so neither was the hotel. I had come on my bike to show off a little and he had mentioned he had rented one here and wanted to go for a ride maybe. He was already waiting for me in the lobby when I entered with my helmet over my arm. “Hey sweetheart. It’s so good to see you. I missed ya.” he hugged me tight. “Thank you for giving me this second chance.” he added. “Yeah I was hardly inclined not to come but then I wanted to know what you had to say.” I stayed emotionally distant not least because he had hurt me before and I didn’t want to head head first into a car crash again. We sat there for about an hour with coffee and talked. About his shows and new projects and he asked me about my work which was boring as always but he seemed intrigued nonetheless. It honestly felt like home with him and I couldn’t erase the warm feeling in my belly. We sometimes laughed so hard it hurt. It was wonderful. “So you wanna ride?” he suddenly asked. “eh yeah certainly.” I replied. We got ready and swung ourselves on our bikes. We had synchronized our speakers and started uphill and onto the street into the countryside. “Eat my dust Reedus.” I exclaimed and pushed the accelerator. “Not today Darlin.” he tried to catch up but failed miserably or maybe he wanted to let me win. I had to admit I was slowly falling for him again. On another thought I think I never really stopped. We held at a dam, bought ice cream and sat on a bank. “So how do you feel doing a slightly longer tour with me? Maybe coming into my show? I love riding with you.” he suggested. “Why? Norman seriously. What is this going on between us? The tension is killing me. You are sending me signals and I have no idea where to put them. Be honest with me. Am I just a fling for you? A girl for a little fun and a few nights? Or is there something real? I can’t take another hit.” I stared deeply into his eyes. He turned toward me and grabbed my hands. “How could you ever be just a fling to me? I fell for you the moment I stepped into the elevator all those month ago. And I was so jealous when Jeff constantly flirted with you even though I knew you weren’t mine back then.” he made a short break before saying: “Are you now? Mine I mean?” he asked almost shy. His eyes hidden by his long strands of hair. I had to swallow strongly. I was so enticed by him. He had me under his spell. “Yes.” I barely whispered. “Please don’t make me regret this decision.” I had tears in my eyes but the reason was still unclear at that moment. Happiness or fear of being heartbroken again. After my response I suddenly had his lips firmly pressed to mine as his hands ventured to my hips to pull me closer. I was a little taken aback but kissed him back eagerly. “So motorcycle tour?” he repeated his question as he pulled a little away from me. “Definitely yes. Anywhere, anytime.” I felt so confident about it. “What about now. I got a few weeks.” he suggested. “Now? Yeah why not. I just call my boss and quit. My job is damn boring and if we want to go further on this I can go with you. I’ll find a job anywhere.” this was going fast but it all felt right so I didn’t care. Maybe I was naive but every rational thought felt so far away. “Really? He asked excitedly. I nodded. “God I love you.” he added and then realized what he had just said. “Don’t worry I love you too.” I answered encouraged. “What about you life here? Friends, Family?” suddenly Norman sounded concerned. “Oh that won’t be a problem. I’m not close with any family and my only friend is (Y/F/N)  and she can come with us. She hates her job as much as I do and we are only available as a couple!” I stated. His shoulders relaxed visibly at my statement and he smiled again. “Then it is settled. We make a tour of Germany or maybe even Europe and then we get you a visa and go home.” he was excited as hell I could tell. I felt as happy as I hadn’t in years.

Said, done we went to his hotel, grabbed his stuff and brought it to my house for safekeeping. We took the necessities for the road and started driving. My job was long history too. First we visited all sorts of beautiful cities and places in my country. After a week we drove through France and then Spain and Portugal. From Calais we crossed the sea over to Dover and from then we made our journey through England, Wales, Scotland and Northern Ireland. It was magical. The landscape and people were amazing. After four weeks of touring the west side of Europe we found ourselves back in my home town. We had already talked to (Y/F/N) and she had agreed to move with you, threw her job out of the window and applied for a visa which was granted to both of us. At least for 6 month then we had to get creative. Before we wanted to fly to New York we sent my bike and some big belongings, which couldn’t be taken by plane on the way by ship. I had worried about the fact that I was younger than him by over 20 years for some time. Especially when it came to his son. But after video chatting with him a few times I thought he really started to like me. He was so much like his dad.

The last night in my apartment before the move we spent in bed. I woke up late that day with him kissing my neck and sucking at all the right spots. If that wasn’t a way to wake up. “Mhhh mornin’” I mumbled smiling. “Mornin babe.” he whispered against my neck. “Please Norman. I need you. I had a dream about you. A very nice one.” “Hmm what did I do? Tell me.” he kept kissing his journey toward my cleavage. I was so distracted by his mouth that I almost forgot to answer and I knew what that would bring me. “You were between my legs eating me out like the champ you are, baby.” I moaned. “hmm sounds nice. I am in for some breakfast.” I wasn’t able to see him moving so fast was he as he pulled the blankets away and buried his head between my legs. We were still naked from the activities the evening before. “Oh god Norm.” I moaned and threw my head back in pure pleasure. His tongue first drew pattern, I expect it to be his name, on my clit before he buried it in my slick cunt. I was already gushing and he hadn’t touched me much yet. When he entered two fingers suddenly I screamed his name and saw stars. I loved it when his long fingers crooked inside me and hit that one spot that had me trashing and slobbering all over the place. “Fuck. Harder.” I was only able to say one word sentences but he obliged. And soon I came all over his hand screaming his name. “Did that feel good baby?” he asked self assured. But he didn’t have to wait for an answer because I jumped his bones straddling his hips and stroking his hardening member. “Yes (Y/N) just like that.” he groaned. I loved the raspy sound of his voice. It got even deeper when he was in ecstasy. In that moment I couldn’t wait any longer so I raised myself on my knees and sank down on him. We both groaned in unison at the tight fit. He was huge and it always surprised me that he fit at all but after some adjustment time it felt like home. I could feel every vein on his cock and started to bounce slightly. He met my thrusts at every downward move by snapping his hips upward. “Feels so good baby. Hmm so tight and wet.” he groaned eyes closed enjoying the feeling of me taking charge for once. But after a while of me slowly moving up and down his length he had enough and flipped us so I was laying underneath him. With my heels pushed into his ass his leverage increased tenfold and he pistoned his hips in hard and fast just the way I liked it. “Yes don’t stop Norman. Feels amazing. Love your cock.” I moaned loudly and clenched around him signaling for me to reach my release shortly after. I screamed loudly. I had never been a screamer before but he pushed me onto new levels of euphoria. He kept pummeling his hips into my oversensitive pussy at an ungodly pace which brought me to another mind blowing orgasm as he found his release inside me. He pushed himself off of me and laid panting beside me. The only noises in the room where our ragged breathing and the tick tock of the alarm clock on the bedside table. After he was able to move again he got up and grabbed a washcloth from the bathroom to clean the mess up we had left between my thighs.

After that amazing last day we packed our remaining items picked up (Y/F/N) from her home and drove to the airport. We checked in to our flight and waited until we could board. We phoned some people in the meantime we wanted to say good bye to and then it was off to a new life. I couldn’t believe this was gonna happen but I was sure as hell gonna take what was about to come. I had finally found what I was missing in my life and I was not gonna let it go.

[floral-and-fine]

The Silent Treatment

Pietro Maximoff x Female reader

Soulmate AU where the words their soulmate speaks first are tattooed on their arm.

Warnings: a little smutty, and angsty

A/n: just wanted to write something about Pietro Maximoff. (Still refusing to acknowledge his death 😅) Also I used google translate for some stuff, so like I hope it makes sense.

‘Another Tony party,’ you thought to yourself rolling your eyes. This was to supposedly celebrate 3 new members joining the Avengers. There were so many guests, that it was hard to find any of your teammates in the crowd.

You were wary of meeting the newcomers, you weren’t around for the whole Ultron fiasco, instead, you volunteered to help Sam find Bucky. Sadly, the two of you didn’t have much luck.

Across the room, you noticed a tall blue-eyed stranger with striking white hair that made him stand out. He was happily chatting away with a group of girls. They all giggled and laughed. One casually placed a hand on his arm.

It was obvious he was a total flirt.

However, your eyes kept wandering over to him, it wasn’t difficult to locate him, each time you saw him though he was talking to a new girl.

Right now, he was dancing with a red-head. He was a decent dancer, his movements were fluid.

He seemed to have a pretty energetic personality. There was a smile on his face that never disappeared and a playful gleam in his eye.

Oh fuck, he caught you staring at him. He smirked giving you a little wink.

You looked the other way immediately. ‘Damn, damn, damn!’ you wanted to kick yourself!

You prayed he wouldn’t come over to talk to you. As fast as you could you scurried over to the balcony hoping he wouldn’t find you easily.

“There you are my heart, I’ve been looking for you,” you heard a thickly accented voice from behind you. It was the handsome stranger.

You blinked your eyes rapidly. What did he just say? You looked at his face wide-eyed. Those were the words on your arm. There wasn’t a doubt in your mind that he was your soulmate.

He smiled brightly at you, waiting for a response.

You couldn’t believe it, why him? This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. You were supposed to meet your soulmate at a quaint little bookstore, or on a sunny day at the park or at a cute coffee shop. He was supposed to only have eyes for you. You guys would bump into each other, there would be this immediate connection, and then he’d say those words, those special words that have been on your skin since birth.

But instead, you were just another girl out of many for him to flirt with and use his charms on.

You started feeling overwhelmed. You wanted to cry, and scream, and curse fate for setting you up with a jackass playboy.

You refused to accept this. You walked off keeping your mouth shut. As long as you didn’t speak to him, he’d never know.

The white-haired man’s eyes followed, his brow furrowed in confusion over your actions.

You considered going to the bar and grabbing a drink or finding one of your teammates to hang out with. But, you could practically feel his eyes still on you.

Worried that you’d bump into the stranger again, you decided to leave the party without even meeting the guests of honor.

“Y/n!” Tony called you over. “I want to introduce you to our new colleagues.”

You groaned you were so close to getting away unnoticed.

“I know you can hear me!” Tony shouted.

You looked over at him, he was waving you over.Tony was standing next to a girl with long dark hair and a red man. Reluctantly, you joined him.

“This is Vision and Wanda…” he introduced the people next to him.

There was a quick blur of white and blue, suddenly the man from earlier was standing in front of you.

Your heart started pounding.

“And this is Pietro,” Tony said gesturing to the newcomer.

Pietro, so that’s his name.

“Ah! We’ve met, sort of,” Pietro said with a twinkle in his eye. “You left in quite hurry, beautiful.”

You didn’t speak, you couldn’t. If you said anything in front of him, then it would be official. So you waved, then turned back around heading to the elevator to return to your room.

“Y/n?” Tony questioned as you left without saying a word. This was so unlike you, you usually had such a warm welcoming demeanor.

Tony laughed awkwardly, rubbing the back of his head, “She’s usually much more… social. Y’know she’s had some bad run-ins with Hydra. Just give her some time.”

Wanda nodded, it was understandable. Pietro intently watched you leave. Something about the whole encounter with you, had him feeling different.

A few days passed, and your attitude hadn’t changed much.

Everyone on the team who knew you well, questioned you're out of character behavior with the Maximoffs.

You weren’t the type of person to openly disregard people.

But every time the twins came around your lips locked tight, even if you were in mid-sentence.

Tony blamed it on your past experiences with Hydra. Steve was willing to let it slide the first few times, but was becoming irritated that you continued to blatantly ignore the Maximoffs. There was no way the team could function with you being so unreasonable.

The rest of the team pretty much minded their own business about it.

“You should come with us,” Sam invited you.

You shook your head. You couldn’t risk going to a bar or club with Pietro around.

“Why not?”

You shrugged.

Sam rolled his eyes, “I honestly don’t get you right now.”

You stood up from the armchair, you were about to head towards the kitchen when Pietro ran by you, causing your skirt to flutter in a gust of wind.

He gave Wanda a quick hug.

He looked handsome wearing a dark blue button up and jeans. He was obviously dressed up to go out again. Every night he went out and didn’t come back until the wee hours of the morning.

Watching him only added fuel to your anger that. Plus you knew you’d be hearing him talk the next day to Clint, Sam, and Tony about his experiences which made your blood boil. It was always about all the girls he danced and made out with, and it physically made you ill to think about it.

If he was destined to be the love of your life, then you didn’t want him! In fact, you were determined to never utter a word to the man!

You tried your hardest to ignore them now.

“So that brunette last night,” Sam winked at Pietro. “How’d that go?”

“Fine,” Pietro stated nonchalantly while fixing his collar.

“Just fine? C’mon, she was all over you,” Sam said raising his eyebrows.

Pietro just shook his head, “I don’t kiss and tell.”

“Please, you love to brag,” Clint butted in.

“Man, to be single again,” Tony sighed.

It took all your strength not to shout at them. Apparently, Pietro loved his life as a bachelor, you would just get in the way of all it. Trying to keep your composure you stomped past the group of men.

Pietro’s eyes followed you.

“Hey man,” Sam said grabbing his jacket. “Let’s go.”

“Alright,” Pietro muttered still staring at the direction you left in.

You slammed your bedroom door shut. How did he get under your skin like this! Nothing you did made you feel any better.

You spent the remainder of the day trying to keep yourself occupied by reading, watching TV, cleaning your room, but you kept thinking about him.

You had to admit he was charming, funny, and a decent guy despite his flirtatious ways.

Even though you tried to ignore him and stayed away from him as much as you could, he still managed to make you smile.

He tried getting you to talk to him, coming up to you and trying to start small talk.

Not to mention he was incredibly handsome with his pretty blue eyes, and you loved his smile. Plus there was that one time you saw him without his shirt, you felt your face heat up.

This wasn’t fair. Here you are hung up on him while he was probably fucking some bimbo.

You screamed into your pillow. This was so frustrating, you hated him and wanted him at the same time.

Pietro removed his jacket, just letting it fall to the floor. Another night and no luck. He stripped down to his boxers. Lately, he’s been feeling rather lonely, even though he was constantly surrounded by people.

He flopped onto his bed and stretched out, getting comfortable. Staring at the ceiling, his mind wandered to you.

It annoyed him that you were so distant. He couldn’t figure it out why. Stark’s excuse was getting old. Pietro knew deep down he did something to make you mad.

It was tough being ignored by such a pretty girl.

Those jean shorts you were wearing the other day were so sexy. When you weren’t paying attention he took his chance to admire you. The way they fit the curves of your ass and gorgeous thighs and showed off your perfect legs made him want you.

God, how he imagined your legs wrapped around his waist while his hands held you by your thighs. Your lips pressed against his neck.

Pietro’s hand slid down into the front of his boxers.

Fuck, why was he so attracted to you?

He moaned, desperately he wanted to hear your voice. Actually, he wanted to hear you scream his name.

His hand moved faster. Pietro bit his lip as he got closer to cumming.

You were driving him crazy.

A couple of days later, you woke up in the middle of the night. Your mouth felt dry, you groaned as you rolled out of bed.

You hadn’t had a good night’s sleep all week. Slipping on your robe, you headed downstairs for a bottle of water.

As you got further down the stairs you heard whispers.

‘Wanda…’ you thought to yourself hearing her distinct voice and accent. ‘What was she doing up so late?’

Taking a couple of more steps, you focused on the sound of her voice.

“It’s going to be alright,” she soothed. “Everything will work out.”

“But Wanda, I’ve never even heard of something like this happening to anyone else.”

You bit your bottom lip, that was Pietro talking.

“Look at your mark compared to mine,” he continued. “Mine’s so much lighter. They used to be exactly the same,” he groaned.

Wanda sighed, “Pietro.”

“What did I do wrong?” he asked her, his voice sounding desperate.

Hearing him, broke your heart.

Was his mark fading because of you? He sounded so distraught over it. You never pictured him as someone who cared so deeply for his soulmate.

You sat on the steps in the dark with your head in your hands, what could you do to fix this? You were worried how he would react to the truth, would he be angry with you?

This isn’t what you wanted, you were just mad and frustrated with him. But choosing not to talk to him was

You looked at the words on your skin, they were exactly the same. For whatever, only his were affected.

“I see you with Vision, and I want that,” his voice sounded so sincere. “I want that connection with someone.”

“You will,” Wanda reassured her brother.

“I’m not so sure,” Pietro muttered.

Worried that you might get caught you returned to your room as quietly as you could. Back in bed and under the covers, you thought about Pietro. He didn’t deserve this just because you were feeling petty.

In the morning, Pietro kept staring at his arm. Even though he was wearing a long-sleeved shirt, you knew what he was thinking about.

You continued to subtly watch him, using your book as a cover.

He looked so worried about it. After listening in on him and Wanda talk you started feeling horribly guilty.

You needed to talk to him, but you wanted to find the right moment, just you and him.

His breakfast was sitting next to him getting cold. He barely touched it. Usually by now with his super speed, he’d be done eating, washing his dishes, then zooming off to train.

“Hey, Speedy! Look alive! We’re training!” Clint scolded walking into the kitchen.

“Huh? Oh yeah,” Pietro looked up from his arm, over at Clint who kept walking towards the direction of the training room.

Pietro was moving much slower, instead of zipping away immediately, he begrudgingly walked behind Clint.

“Oh shit!” you heard Clint shout in the hallway. “Why are you following me like a zombie?”

Clint was accustomed to Pietro just leaving him behind that it was odd watching him move at a slow pace.

“Sorry,” Pietro muttered.

“You’re acting really weird,” Clint noted.

You sighed and closed your book, what sort of complicated mess did you make.

Steve had also noticed the change in behavior. As the team’s reluctant father figure he felt like it was his job to make sure everyone was mentally healthy and felt supported.

“Wanda, do you know what’s up with Pietro lately?” Steve asked.

“It’s a personal matter,” she stated rather sharply. Wanda looked over at you, “Y/n can I speak with you?”

Your body turned rigid at the question. Why did she want to talk to you? You weren’t exactly friendly to her either, considering that you avoided her brother and refused to speak with him. So simultaneously you rarely spoke to her.

Did she somehow figure it all out?

You had been so careful, making sure no one knew about your soulmate tattoo. But, she does have strange telepathic abilities.

“S-sure, what’s up?” you asked in a startled voice.

Wanda looked slightly uncomfortable, “um, alone, please?”

You gulped and nodded, then followed her to the empty living room.

“I know you heard my brother and I talking the other night,” she started.

“Oh, sorry about that. I didn’t mean to intrude,” you averted your gaze, you felt embarrassed that you were caught eavesdropping.

“It’s ok, but could you please keep what you heard to yourself?”

“Of course,” you nodded.

“Thank you y/n,” Wanda said giving you a kind smile. “Pietro doesn’t want anyone to know.”

“I understand.”

“I’m worried,” she sighed. “He has been looking for her non-stop his entire life. I don’t know know how many times I’ve told him to slow down, that it’ll happen.”

She shook her head,“But you’ve seen how impatient he is.”

You rubbed your forehead, you had to talk to Pietro. You had judged him too harshly, and in process jeopardized your relationship with your soulmate.

Later that day you dressed up in one of your favorite outfits. You did your hair and makeup, trying to look your absolute best.You decided you would go to whatever bar or club he planned to visit and try to get his attention.

Putting on your favorite shoes, you headed out of your room, and down to the living room. You expected to find the crew getting ready to head out.

But instead, you just found Pietro sitting on the couch looking miserable.

Typically on a Friday night Pietro, Rhodey, Sam and occasionally Natasha would go out to different clubs and bars. Since everyone else was either in a relationship or married to their work.This is the first time he’s opted to stay home.

“Do you have a date or something?” he asked in a hoarse voice noticing you staring at him.

He looked terrible. He had dark bags under his eyes and they looked red because they were so bloodshot. The thought of him crying over this, hurt your chest.

He was wearing a pair of loose fitting sweats and a long sleeve tee.

You didn’t answer him, you just stood there trying to work up the nerve to speak. Pietro wasn’t phased by your silence.

“You look so beautiful,” he murmured softly. “Just like that night I first met you.”

You averted your gaze. The fact that he remembered what you looked like that night took you by surprise.

“Still not talking to me?” he chuckled slightly. “It’s ok, even though you don’t like me, I like you,” he gave you a sad small smile.

You tried smiling back.

“What’s weird is that I don’t even know why I like you,” he ran his hand through his messy silver hair.

Your eyes went wide.

“I don’t know what I did to make you hate me, but whatever it was, I’m sorry,” he apologized, he looked so sincere.

With his head hanging low Pietro walked passed you towards the door.

“Everything,” you mumbled before he left.

Pietro turned around, staring at the back of your head.

“You’re…” he started in disbelief. You just said it, the word on his skin. He could feel the connection between the two of you. It all made sense now.

“You did everything wrong,” you sobbed finally breaking your vow of silence.

“That night I watched you flirt with almost every girl at that party before you got to me,” you confessed.

Your back remained turned towards him.

“And when you spoke those words, those very same words that are on my skin, I-I felt so angry!” Your hands balled into tight fists. You were trying your damnedest not to cry.

“Meeting you wasn’t supposed to be like that! It should have been a sweet moment for us to treasure,” you continued ranting. “I want to hate you! You can’t imagine how it pisses me off more seeing you go out to meet other women!”

“Y/n,” Pietro whispered.

Finally, you turned around to face him. “I didn’t expect to feel so many different emotions when it comes to you… But I didn’t want to hurt you at least not like this…”

You were too nervous to look directly at him. You heard him laugh softly.

“Wanda always warned me about how flirting with all the girls would bite me in the ass,” he explained.

“I’m sorry, Pietro,” you gently touched his hand.

“Don’t be sorry,” he murmured getting closer to you.

He took your face in his hands, his soft lips met yours in a tender kiss.

The two of you sat on the couch, your legs were draped over Pietro’s lap. He was watching you, his fingers gently rubbed the back of your knee.

Nervously you twiddle your thumbs. His hands continued to stroke your calves. You had to admit it felt wonderful just being near him. You had all of his attention, but no idea what to do with it.

He looked comfortable with a small smiling on his lips. His blue eyes were studying your face.

“Can we stay just like this forever, totul pentru mine?”

“What?” you asked.

“Oh, I was just saying that I like being here like this with you,” he explained.

“Not that part, what was the last part?”

“Totul pentru mine? It means my everything, you are mine now, yes?”

You bit your lip, he was so sweet.

Pietro blushed, “It’s a silly nickname, I know.”

“I love it.”

“Good,” he replied. Pietro stretched his arms above his head. He leaned back, closing his eyes.

“Can I sleep in your room tonight?” he asked.

You sat up in surprise.

“Oh! Not like that prinţesă, just to sleep… I just want to be near you,” he admitted sheepishly. “I feel exhausted.”

With newfound energy, Pietro zipped around your room looking at all your photos, knick-knacks, and things.

He flopped onto your bed.

“Why is your bed so much softer!” He inhaled deeply, “your pillows smell like you.”

“Come lay down with me,” he invited you with his arms wide open.

You giggled, “first I should change.”

In the bathroom, you put on your comfiest sleeping clothes.

Pietro pulled you into bed and wrapped his arms around you. He rested his head on your tummy, his hands running up and down your sides.

He asked you random questions as the two of you cuddled. Pietro kept repeating how he wanted to know everything about you.

“What’s your favorite color?” he asked half asleep.

“Silver,” you whispered.

He smiled with his eyes closed, “you know I’m silver.”

“Yeah, I know.”

Gently you played with his hair. It was so thick and soft.

“Pietro?”

He didn’t answer, he had finally fallen completely asleep.

In the morning, Pietro was back to his speedy self. You woke up to him grinning ear to ear, he reminded you of an excited child.

“Good morning! I’ll make us breakfast, then we can do whatever you want today, prinţesă.” He kissed your cheek his eyes shining happily.

He leaned back in kissing you on the lips, his hand on your neck.Pietro moaned as you kissed him back.

Your hands run up his chest, you could feel goosebumps on his skin. Lightly you peppered his neck and shoulder with little kisses.

“We should stop…” he panted, parting from you.”You’re making me so hard, prinţesă.”

You practically jumped away from him and off the bed.

“Oh gosh! I’m sorry I won’t do that again.” You covered your face with both hands out of embarrassment.

Pietro sprung out of the bed, “don’t say that! it felt so good, just not now… not yet. I’m still getting to know you.”

Downstairs, Pietro made breakfast like he promised.You sipped on your coffee while he worked. It was amazing him watching him zip around, getting eggs, pancake batter and bacon ready.

“Here you are, prinţesă,” Pietro kissed the side of your head and sat a plate down in front of you.

“What is going on here?” Tony questioned, entering the kitchen. Steve and Sam followed behind him.

You shrugged and Pietro just grinned.

“We’re just having breakfast,” you finally answered. Their faces were priceless after you spoke, a mix of pleasantly confused and surprised.

“Oh, I should probably tell Wanda,” Pietro said, talking to himself.

“You haven’t told her yet?”

“Tell me what?” Wanda asked walking over to the counter near you. “Y/n are you speaking with my brother?”

“Well how else will I get to know my soulmate?” you responded smiling.

Pietro’s eyes lit up the moment you called him your soulmate.

“Totul pentru mine,” he whispered, staring at you lovingly.

Tony scrunched his nose, “are we sure this is better than her giving him the silent treatment?”

Pietro wrapped his arms around you possessively, “I think this is much better.”

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