#guess i gotta learn how to do speech to text once more -- try n do both at once lmao

[klarion-the-witch-boy]

Me: NaNoWriMo time, yes! Time to get back into writing!

Me, but five days later and 1/4 of the way into two separate crochet blankets: oh. oh no.

[btswishes]

Love me for who I am now

Bucky x Reader ( Chapter 1 )

Part1 / Next 

Summary: You apply for the Stark internship and end up getting it, so now you have 5 months to make a good impression to continue working with the Avengers.

A/N: This is my first Marvel fic and I am taking it as a challenge. It is opposite of what my account was made, but here I go. Sorry for any mistakes made, hope you enjoy it even a tiny bit.

Word count:  3,281

Warmings: fights, harsh language, not part of the original MCU 

Y/N- Your name Y/L/N:  Your Last Name

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  Through sleepless nights and dark circles, books and pens, through months of work you reached your goal. The moment you received the acceptance letter from Stark University you almost flew out the window without a fear in your mind. This was it!

  Time had passed since that moment, but it is still engraved in your mind- a memory keeping you strong during the hard midterms and piles of work, even the small glimmers of regret. Trying your best wasn’t an option, you could do only that and no less. It was no easy task, lost social life as much as you tried to keep it. You were really lucky you had good friends that understood and supported you. University wasn’t easy for anyone making this one even tougher. People of all ages, backgrounds and cultures were piled up with you in this building. The best of the best as the slogan said, the ones that proved themselves and emerged victorious.

  When you were young ,you used to spend a lot of time with your uncle at his places outside the country. He would introduce you to his work colleagues and things you had never seen before. There was a time where you would spend months on end with him. Not many memories were left from those moments in your head. At one point you spend a few years with him, your mother thought it would be good experience for you and it turned out to be nothing but the truth-at least you hoped so. You learned a lot from him and his friends, it felt like each spend day would offer you more knowledge in areas you never knew of. Computer work, ways of thinking and so much more that had become second nature to you.

  The sky was tinted in a wash of oranges, reds and yellows bleeding one into the other, swirling around the sun emitting them. The day was ending, but you found yourself filling up an application in the library, covered by the silence and smell of exam worry.

  Sponsored and founded by the one and only Tony Stark, this establishment offered an internship. Being part of the Avengers, Tony didn’t let just anyone from the students attending in, even if they were the best labeled by the school. It had been a year and a half since you started pushing yourself harder to be able to apply and there was nothing that could stop you. Pressing your finger over the enter button was very nerve wrecking yet simple. Even if it didn’t work out this year, you planned to do it again and again ,till he had no other choice but give you a chance.

  Usually F.R.I.D.A.Y. went over everything and left only the applications worth going over by Tony himself or Pepper. The next 5 weeks for you were very stressful, but there was nothing more you could do but wait and focus on your own work. The first person you wanted to tell about this was your uncle. He went to work in some distant place where they had no internet so you switched to mail. Not as much paper under his name passed through your hands, as he had stopped answering you. You missed him, but the muddy childhood memories kind of compensated for that.

“Did you send it in?” the phone muffled a bit the sweet voice coming from the speaker 

“Yeah, a few days ago actually.” You answered with a gentle sigh

“And no answer yet?” the girl’s pitch rose at the end of the sentence, amazed at that what she just heard

“I know, I know. Think about it though Nea. Who knows how many applications get submitted. Someone has to brush through them after all.” defending the situation was a form of coping for you, made you feel hopeful.

“So you are trying to tell me Tony Stark’s interface or whatever it’s called, can’t sort them out in a couple of hours? Come on Y/N! You and I both know you are trying to make yourself feel better.” The small pause made you anxious over what Nea said “Listen.” A breathy start of the sentence “ I don’t mean to brag, but I think I am one of the people who know exactly how much you deserve this. You were never the studious type, plus that you were gone for years on end with that mysterious uncle of yours. I never expected you to suddenly go for Stark University. Your dream changed you, from this quiet kid to crazy ol’ you right now on the call with me.I ain’t letting you bust yourself up over this just because it didn’t happen the first time around-”

                Ding ding

  Nea’s deep speech was cut off before she could unleash herself completely, by the slight ring of your phone’s notification.

“Who tf has the audacity to text while the great me is giving this legendary –“

                Ding!

  The second time the sound sung out made her choke up with anger, you could almost see the fumes coming out of the phone.

“WHO IS IT!” a loud hiss pierced your ear

“Maybe if you gave me a minute I could answer your question.” Pulling the call down, your finger ran over the screen to the email, making your notification lamp blink like a car. Almost instantly it opened before your eyes and you gasped. The action made you swallow suddenly and cough out a bit ,giving poor Nea an idea about the level of shock you were in.

“What?What? You can’t just almost die and not tell me what is going on.” She proceeded with a not so tasteful interrogation.

“I-…they accepted my application…” at the end a small smile flowed over your lips contorting the sound coming out

“Stop!?” she choked up as well “You gotta be fucking with me!? No fucking way this is real!”

“I am honest. It says here that they liked my skill set, my grades and the way of thinking I presented in my essay. I got the spot Nea! I fucking did it!” you threw the phone on the bed letting it bounce as you started dancing.

“Of course you did! I told you! You will be working with THE AVENGERSSSS!” at some point it sounded like your best friend was more excited than you “When do you start?”

“Well…” taking a second to calm down and re-establish contact with your phone, you looked up the schedule that came attached with the email “…ok…so it says here that I will be starting on Monday so~ in 2 days? “

“So soon! Any requirements for the job miss Avenger’s sidekick?” and the teasing begins

“A list, surprisingly.” Rolling onto your back, you held the screen away and above your face, scrolling past “ I guess my first job will be with Dr. Banner in the lab. Apparently I will be given some sort of assignments throughout the 5 months work span. I will be monitored by Dr. Bruce Banner and the grading, I guess if you can call It that ,will be done by Tony Stark himself.”

“Basically Hulk will be your babysitter.” once this girl starts teasing she never stops even in amazing situations such as this one, good thing you loved her “That sounds so cool though! You will be able to meet Captain America and Black Widow~! I am so jelly of you I swear! When you leave work make sure to wait for someone from the group to walk by, omgggg I am fangirling so much right now.What if you go to dinners with them!?AAAAA!”

“Fun thing about that.” Your eyes landed on the last paragraph of the email “It says here that I am supposed to move into the compound and stay there till further notice. The whole idea is that if I do things well I will get a permanent job. Weird…” you hummed

“Weird !? How? That is so cool! Who knows you might even become an Avenger! You will be living with them anyways.” at this point Nea was either not breathing or hyperventilating so fast you couldn’t hear it

“Don’t be ridiculous.” your attention landed once more on the thought process you had a moment ago “I don’t get one thing. They say here that my PE grades combined with my IT and overall studies make me a great candidate, but I don’t remember sports being a requirement at all, or even providing them in the first place. Does it mean that if my grades were low in that department I wouldn’t have gotten the spot?”

“I guess people of science aren’t that flexible. Who cares anyways! You got in, no ifs and buts. I am telling you, at this point you could be an Avenger.” poor girl began thinking of names and suit designs for you “ Hurry up and pack those bags before I drop by with take away, so we can gossip over Steve Rogers’s abs.”

“Um…don’t get me wrong he is super hot, I just see the Cap more like an older brother figure than anything.” It was true, you looked up to him since the first time you studied about the Civil War. Fearless, gave his life in a way for his people, astonishing man over all.

“Hey! Let me drool over him! You were always more of a Winter Soldier fan anyways.” Nea pouted audibly . Her words made some lone memory pop up in your head, but it was as murky as the rest. “I don’t know why I am interested in him. Somehow his look is very nostalgic and rugged. Anyways. ”you shook your head out of the mental image of the soldier “I will go pack up, tell my parents and fix up all my documents. Probably find some stuff from former Stark employees online. I want to have a bit of an idea of what he expects and what I am getting myself into.”

“Fine fine, you could have just said you like troubled guys. You were the one who was happy Loki got a second chance after all. I will be over in like 3 hours.” She informed you

“Hey! He deserved to redeem himself, he was used!” a firm Loki supporter as always “Ok then, see ya.”

   Hanging up the call you placed your phone to charge and rolled off your bed. The email gave vague information about what you needed, but clothing wise you would still be able to come home and get stuff if you had to. What was on top of your priorities were papers, documents, all your research materials and tech. Those things had to be organized no matter what ,since they got you this far in the first place.

  Nae came over as planned and you two had a nice sleepover talking about you know who. The night came and left, letting the morning find you in your bed at 11am. Your forearm rested on top of your forehead in a relaxed manner, letting enough space for an exhale to linger in the air in front of you. Your mind was going over everything that was about to happen to you. It was one of your dreams, you worked for it nonstop day in day out, so why were you so worried about meeting the rest of the Avengers? Maybe it was just anxiety or fear of the unknown, yeah made sense.

  All you did during the day was make lists for every piece of tech you were binging with yourself. Things seemed to be in order, but worry kept nibbling on your bones. The moment of truth finally rolled up and so did your suitcase in front of your house. Nea came to send you off as she promised.

“Sweetie, make sure to call us every day. Eat well, don’t overwork yourself and-“ your mom went off with caution about anything and everything that came to mind

“Mom, you know I am going 3 blocks down from here right? Plus I can come home at any time I want to. I am not moving to Mars or getting arrested.” You smirked the panic away from her, giving them a big hug.

“Call me or text me when you get there.” Nea pulled you in, whispering in your ear as quietly as possible “And don’t forget to sneak me a booty pick of good ol’Cap. You know what they say-”

“That is America’s ass.” Your voice came out in a mocking tone

“That i-…let me at least finish it by myself! Geez!” she pushed you towards the door “Ok ok, go now before you spoil me something else” her arms crossed in front of her chest

  The walk wasn’t that long, you were too invested in your own thoughts to notice when the time and distance had passed. The glistening windows of the compound building shined into your eyes. Your lungs filled up with a breath that they kept in for a moment, before releasing it back in the outside world. Pulling out the documents you stepped in. The fresh smelling air hit you making you close one eye for a second.

People were walking around you fast and concentrated. Some looked in a hurry, others were on break with a cup of coffee and a strain-leaving expression.

 Your feet, as slightly shaky as they were, took you right up to the front desk were a lady with a dark rich red colored uniform looked at you. She flashed a professional smile, her eyes asking for your purpose.

“Um, hello. My name is Y/N -Y/L/N.” she saw the logo on your papers and gasped

“You must be the new intern Mr. Stark told us about.” She signed something and reached out “Can you give me your hand for a second.” Your fingers didn’t go past the surface of the desk when she pocked your skin. Pulling in your extremity, your palm wrapped around the spot that began to sting a bit “Don’t worry about it. This is your identification pass. Fancy, no?” she smiled winking. Her body stood up as she pointed at the elevator far in the back of the foyer.

  Instructions were given with each step of the way, calming your nerves a bit. The moment you found yourself inside the elevator she pulled your hand to the sensor on the wall next to the buttons.

Recognized: Code 2514. Welcome Miss Y/N  

 Your head shot up when F.R.I.D.Y.’s voice echoed in the small space. The women smiled giving you a small nod and stepped out of the vicinity. Once her body was outside ,the doors slid closed. Over them glowed a protective blue light layering over the material like a soft veil.

 It felt like you weren’t moving an inch. Your body flinched when the sun stung at your eyes from the window. Your gaze landed over the view of the city, as you went higher and higher, ascending into the clouds  The blues and yellows were covering the inside of the elevator, such vibrant and lovely colors warming your body. For a moment your heart felt heavy- lost memory tugged onto it again. An often occurrence lately, yet you kept brushing off as deja vu. 

Floor 134. Welcome to the Avenger’s compound Miss Y/N

“134!?” the numbers cracked out with your voice. The interface made you turn towards the opposite opening doors revealing a room as big as a hall, if not almost a stadium. The ceiling was high being the lid to this round area. Your heart beat increased pumping blood to your body, dilating your pupils at least twice their original size. It look amazing, almost like you had just entered heaven. The walls were white, the furniture was perfectly placed and cream colored. Stepping outside you jumped at the sound of the elevator doors closing behind you. 

“Wow” escaped your lips, your hand pulling the suitcase closer. So this was the common room or the shared space. The windows were so big they were practically a wall of their own. The bright rays were making themselves at home giving the white paint a new color with each passing minute. The ceilings were probably the equivalent of 3 floors in height. There was this weird feeling of home inside, a bit of isolation maybe mixed in. 

“Miss Y/N?” your head swung to the side when you recognized that shy but bright smile. Throwing the papers on top of your suitcase, you extended your arm at the man.

“Ah.” Good thing your mind automatically responds politely to people without you giving it much thought “Dr. Banner. It is my pleasure to make your acquaintance.” you shook his hand gently a couple of times and let go ,finding the papers and showing them to him “My name is Y/N-Y/L/N.” gentle bow and a smile followed the words skillfully chosen

“Welcome Welcome. Tony is out right now so I might be the only one actively walking around the compound. Well…”he scratched the back of his neck, lightly hunching over with a sheepish smile “I am one of the people you will be working under anyways, so I guess it is good that I came to get you. I would love to show you the lab, but I am sure you would like to set up your things first.” You nodded and he showed you to your room. The corridor had 3 tall doors scattered on the walls, all looking modern and elegant.

“This is the side where usually we have our female members. Natasha and Wanda will be your nextdoor neighbors. Hope it won’t be any trouble.” Bruce looked at you ,when an aggressive shake took over your neck

“No, no. Not at all sir. I am very grateful to have such amazing heroes next to me. As a matter of fact won’t they be troubled with me here?” and here came the normal anxiety that you had for everything

“I am sure they will like you. Don’t worry about it.” Bruce stepped next to the door and waved you over “You don’t have a key or a door handle as a matter of fact. Tony’s idea, don’t ask. If you got up here on your own I assume he made the girls downstairs give you an identification implant. That is basically your entrance for everything here. Kind of an Avengers thing.” You nodded and him wiggling his fingers like a spell. Placing your hand on the door like he told you activated F.R.I.D.A.Y.

Recognized: Y/N. Access and ownership granted.

  The metal frame slid open and you found yourself standing before a big room. It was nicely furnished. The desk was big enough for you to work on it and have everything around. Bookshelves empty and ready to be used on your left and a large bed on your right flush against the wall. The window was once more its own wall right in front of you standing behind the desk. The bathroom door was opening a space before the shelf the same color as the paint in the common room.

“I will let you set up. If you need anything F.R.I.D.A.Y. is always here. The room is interactive, you can ask exactly what works under the interface’s control. The door is one.Take your time.”he was on his way out “Would you like some coffee or tea?”

“I would like some tea, thank you very much.” Bruce flashed you a smile “F.R.I.D.A.Y. the door please.”

Door closed 

  Done as said and requested, clicking behind you. 

Would you like an extensive list of my functions as an assistant?

“Please do.”

[apenapaperandadoofus]

19 angst Saeyoung

Habits (angst Saeyoung)

You asked for it and I'm not holding back this time I WILL BREAK YOHR HEART MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA (sorry in advance pft)

"DID YOU SEE THE PICTURE OF THE CAT!?" An excited and loud voice came through the speaker of your phone and you laughed.

"Yes Saeyoung, I did! But honestly I had to try my best not to laugh and squeal, I was in the middle of class!"

Saeyoung rolled his eyes as he leaned back on his chair, a bright smile on his face. "Yeah right, you were texting me the whole time! You were in class my ass."

"Saeyoung!!!" You tried to scold him but ended up laughing instead.

"Anyhow~ Changing the subject from how you're not paying any attention in class, what game are you choosing today?" He asked.

"Oh I've been wanting to beat your ass in Mario Kart for a while now, so we can do that one."

"Challenge accepted! I won't let you win!!!" He smirked.

"Yeah says the one that lost last week while playing Smash!!" You teased.

"I- I was just letting you win on purpose!"

"Sure, sure. Anyway I gotta go to class now, are you picking me up?"

"Yup, same time, same place. Now go along to class, and pay attention, we don't want you failing physics again."

"That was once and I-!"

"Loveyoubye" Saeyoung quickly said and hung up the phone.

You huffed at your phone screen, but still couldn't help the big smile on your face.

.....

"AAAAAAAND I WIN!! HA! SUCK ON THAT MISTER!" You screamed as Saeyoung acted as if you had stabbed him in the heart. You had been playing non-stop since you got home and you had beaten Saeyoung every time.

"Fine I admit defeat, but next time I will get ya." He said, pouting.

You laughed and wrapped your arms around his neck, sitting on his legs. "Well now don't be all mad because you lost~" you teased as you poked his cheek. Saeyoung tried his best not to laugh and looked to the side. "No! I am mad!"

You giggled. "Well then....maybe if I give you a kiss you'll feel better?" Saeyoung raised his eyebrows and gave you a sly smirk, his face coming close to yours. "Not a bad idea. C'mon." He made a silly kissing face and you laughed as you pecked him on the lips.

"Now let's go and get dinner, I'm starving!" You said as you got up and Saeyoung protested, but you only turned around to stick your tongue out, making him gasp in fake indignation.

.......

A dark room. The smell of alcohol. Where was he...? Why wasn't he at home with you...? Was it all a dream?

Saeyoung didn't have time to react before he felt a cold hand slap his face, making him fall on the floor.

"You're wothless." The familiar voice said, and Saeyoung flinched. No matter how many times he'd seen this scene over and over.

He still felt his heart drop when he suddenly saw his brother hiding in his doorway, and then the woman noticing him there and an evil smirk appeared on her face.

"Saeran. Come here you worthless little bug~"

Saeyoung couldn't so anything as he saw his mother go towards his little brother. He was chained to the wall, and for some reason he couldn't do anything. He screamed and yelled, and pulled, but no matter how hard he tried no one heard him, and he wasn't able to break off the chains.

"STOP! PLEASE...!"

.......

"STOP!" Saeyoung yelled as he sat up on his bed, making you jump beside him. You turned on the bedside lamp, and took one look at him before wrapping your arms right around him. Saeyoung held you tight, sobbing. It always took a while to calm him down after that nightmare.

You learned that you could never leave the room whenever he was like that, because he just couldn't bear to not have you in his sight, so you had water prepared by your beside table in case of these situations. Saeyoung quickly drank the it and ran his fingers through his hair, a sad smile on his face as he looked at you.

"Thank you Y/N. What would I do without you?"

"Probably die from a PhD. Pepper overdose or something." You joked.

Saeyoung rolled his eyes but still smiled. At least now he wasn't thinking about the nightmare!

You caressed his cheek and kissed him, saying that you loved him. Then, you turned off the lights, and before you could fully go to sleep Saeyoung kissed your forehead. "I love you. I will always love you. And I promise I will always be by your side."

You smiled. "I love you too."

.....

"WAKE UP MY BEAUTIFUL 606!!!"

You opened your eyes to see Saeyoung jumping up and down on the bed, a huge smile on his face. You groaned. "Saeyoung it's too early."

He chuckled and got on top of you, giving you kisses on your cheek, your forehead, your nose. "I know, buuuuut you have classes! And you can't leave without having breakfast you know? So here I got you, the SEVEN ZERO SEVEN PANCAKES! Saeran helped too!"

"Woooow, the two of you have sure been cooking a lot, haven't you?"

Saryoung smiled. "Yup, everyday! It's become a sort of habit in fact haha. Now let's go or they'll get cold!"

You giggled as Saeyoung gave you a last kiss and carried you towards the kitchen, laughing all the way.

"By the way, there's no more sugar" Saeran said as he placed the plates on the table.

"I guess we're both going to have to go shopping again huh?" You mock glared at Saeyoung and he laughed.

"It's not that bad, besides, the deal is you two go shopping, and then I bring the groceries and place them all where they're supposed to be."

"Yes but this time try and put them in the right place you dumbass." Saeran glared at his brother, who hid behind you and you couldn't help the smile on your face.

You loved mornings. Especially mornings like these.

........

.....

...

..

.

Ironically enough, it was a beautiful day for a funeral.

The sun was shining brightly and the birds were singing.

Everyone in the RFA was present, and each gave a speech about how they got to meet, or just funny stories.

Then they all mourned when it was finally time to say goodbye.

........

He stared at the screen on his phone every now and then, expecting a call or a message. But there was nothing.

He was getting ready to leave the house and go to your school, but then he remembered that you didn't have to go to school anymore.

The house was quiet. It felt cold and dark. Especially in his room. Whenever he woke up from a nightmare he would call your name and reach towards you, but there was nothing in the other side of the bed. It was just empty.

At mornings he'd wake up and start to say good morning, only to be met with complete silence.

He'd walk up to the kitchen and heat some water, while looking at some pictures in the fridge. He felt his heart ache, and decided to instead check his phone to distract himself. Saeyoung laughed as he saw a funny picture of a cat dressed up in silly clothing, and was starting to share it before remembering that there was no one to send it to.

.....

He got on the car and drove the familiar route. He passed through reception, saying hello to the ladies, and made his way up to the white room.

"Hello Saeran." He said, as he entered the room.

Saeyoung opened the curtains to let in some light, and watered the plant. He remembered when he had just got them, they were just a tiny little seed. Now a beautiful blooming flower looked up at him, and he smiled.

He sat on his chair and grabbed his sibling's hand, and then proceeded to do what he always did; tell him about the plans for the day, and what he did the day before.

"I had to throw out another bowl of ice cream. I'll have to buy some more when I get home, after all, it's the first thing I want to give you when you wake up. I'm sure you're tired of drinking all those liquid foods and such. Ugh I can't even imagine..."

He stayed there for a few more hours, until he had to leave.

Before he went home though he decided to make another stop.

....

Saeyoung looked at the stone grave and sadly smiled.

"So....it's been a while since I last came here. I'm sorry for not visiting sooner, I was...well, busy. In the end we weren't really able to fix the car. I'm sure you'd be super mad at that it was your favorite after all heh. I also saw a very funny cat meme today, you would've loved it. Saeran is thankfully doing fine, although they can't really say if he'll wake up any time soon. I....I really miss you. I keep trying to look at you to tell you something but you just aren't there.....I wish you were here, my 606." He said, and tried to not cry once again. Then he left the flowers and said goodbye. He was never able to stay there for long.

He took the long way home, still not able to pass though that street.

When he opened the door he was once again reminded of everything he was missing. He kept expecting you to pop out and welcome him home with a big smile on your face, hugging him tightly. He kept waiting for Saeran to grumble his hello's, acting as if he didn't care.

He kept waiting but...it never happened.

As he got ready for bed, he checked his phone once more, before taking off his glasses and turning off the light.

He turned around. "Goodnight Y/N- oh....."

He let out a sarcastic laugh and covered his face with his arm, tears falling from his eyes once again.

"Old habits die hard I guess...."

[imagining-supernatural]

The Work Call

Part 18 of Seventy Percent

Series Summary: When you left on your trip to Vegas, you’d planned on letting loose for one last weekend before heading back to reality and getting your affairs in order so your best friend wouldn’t be left cleaning up your mess when your cancer finally ended your life. What you hadn’t counted on was waking up married to a celebrity who has a knight-in-shining-armor complex, connections with an oncologist, and amazing insurance…

Chapter Summary:  You call your boss to get some work to do in your free time and do a little flirting ;)

Word Count: 2,258

With Sebastian off in Georgia for a week, you felt like a teenager whose parents just left her home for alone for the first time. Suddenly, you could break all of the rules. Not that your rule-breaking was something that would get you in too much trouble…

Since the press seemed to have gotten it through their heads that you were off limits, you finally had your privacy and space back again. As a result, you were taking advantage of the last few weeks of autumn before the snow came. After your hospital appointments, you walked down the street to a cute little café and sat in one of the over-sized, plush chairs for a bit. You’d either bring a book or your laptop.

On Wednesday, the café cat apparently decided you were okay and hopped up into your lap, purring loudly as you read. You’d snapped a quick selfie and sent it off to Sebastian.

Me: [image attached] Don’t be surprised if you come home this weekend and I’ve catnapped ol’ Misty here

Sebastian: What if I’m allergic to cats?

Me: Sucks to be you, I guess

Me: The apartment’s lonely without you

You stared at the last text you’d sent, suddenly overthinking it. Sure, you were married. And, sure, you were wearing his ring now. But you two hadn’t really discussed what that meant, exactly. So was that last text too strong? Too forward?

Hell, you didn’t even know what you’d meant by it.

Sebastian: Don’t know how I feel about being able to be replaced by a cat

Sebastian: Maybe I need to up my game

Up his game?

Shit, it had been so long since you’d flirted with anyone. So long since you’d even considered a relationship. After your hellish life growing up, you’d put all of your focus into school. You were determined to set yourself up for a better life than the one you were born into. Then you graduated and worked hard to secure your place at your job. School only taught you so much, and you needed to be able to apply what you learned to real life.

Once you felt secure in your professional life and you were finally ready to start exploring a relationship, you found out you had cancer.

So to say you were woefully underprepared for this situation would be the understatement of the year.

Me: Luckily for you, I like Jenny’s coffee so much that I don’t want her to hate me for stealing her cat

Sebastian: You still thought a cat would replace me

Sebastian: That hurts, sweetheart

Sweetheart. In writing. 

Me: I’ll find some way to make you feel better this weekend

Oh shit. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.

Why did you never read over your texts before you sent them?

At least you hadn’t put a winky face emoji. Now that would have been a disaster.

Not that you didn’t want your relationship with Sebastian to keep going. You did. But there was a lot more pressure riding on this than there was back in high school when you went to the prom with Brad Trayton, or in college when you slept with the guy from your Chemistry 101 lab three times before having to break it off with him because he always smelled like bacon.

This was Sebastian Fucking Stan. And you were married to the guy. And you were in a literal life or death situation. If things went badly with him, that would make the rest of your cancer treatment very awkward, to say the least.

Sebastian: I’m sure you will…

Sebastian: I gotta go to a script reading rn. Skype tonight?

Me: Of course

You’d been Skyping with Seb at least twice a day since he left on Sunday night. It was almost like he never left, in that regard.

But with him gone, you found that you had a lot of free time on your hands. With your body starting to get used to the cancer treatment, you also had a bit more energy and nowhere to put that energy to good use.

So you called your old boss back home, dialing his direct extension to avoid getting his assistant. The press might have backed off, but thanks to the updates from Jasmin, people who knew you were still reeling over your marriage.

“Plathway.”

“Hey, Brendon, it’s Y/N.”

“Y/N!” he exclaimed, and you could just imagine him leaning back in his chair. Brendon Plathway was your mentor and had grown into a close friend. Of everyone in your life, you would say he was the closest thing to a good father figure you had. “How are you doing? I’ve seen your name on Facebook a few times.”

“I’m doing pretty good, all things considered. I’m in a clinical study in New York and the doctors are optimistic that it’ll work. They’re hoping I’ll get the tumor out sometime in February.”

“Oh, that’s wonderful,” Brendon said. “And that husband of yours… he treating you well?”

“It’s not… it’s not quite like that. But yeah. He’s great.” It was a pretty decent segue into the reason for your call. “He’s actually out of town, shooting for a TV show. So I have a bit of time on my hands and was hoping—”

“Y/N Y/L/N?”

The unfamiliar voice interrupted you before you could finish. You looked up to see a guy about your age with a newsboy bag, notebook, and tape recorder.

A fucking journalist.

“I thought it was you. You mind if I ask you a few questions?” He didn’t say it like a question, nor did he give you time to respond before he sat on a stool beside you and set up shop on the small table. “If I could write an article on you, it would just—”

“I’m actually on a phone call right now.”

“Oh, I won’t take too long. I just can’t pass up this opportunity. You’re quite the enigma. No one’s gotten your side of the story.”

“And neither will you. I’m not going to answer any questions.”

He completely ignored you, flicked on the recorder, and put his pen to paper. “People have been saying that you planned your rendezvous with Sebastian Stan in Vegas. What do you say to that?”

“Nothing. Absolutely nothing. I have no comment for you.”

“I thought you’d appreciate the chance to get your story out there. There are some nasty rumors spreading—”

You cut him off before he could continue. “I know my story and the people I care about know my story. I will not be answering any questions for you today.”

“Do you feel no guilt for being the reason Sebastian Stan’s reputation has taken a massive hit?”

“I’m going to give you one more chance to leave me the fuck alone before I call the cops.” He opened his mouth, but you spoke over him, voice lowering to a red-hot hiss. “And if you write a single word of this conversation or make any sort of insinuations that I said anything at all, I will slap you and whatever blog or magazine you work for with a libel lawsuit. Don’t even think about trying to manipulate your recording because you’re not the only one who has been recording this conversation. The phone call you interrupted was with my boss and it’s company policy to record all incoming and outgoing phone calls. He’s a witness that I repeatedly rejected your attempt to start an interview and anything else you say can be construed as harassment. Have I made myself clear?”

He stared at you, wide eyed. Guess he hadn’t expected a cancer patient to be so blunt. Nevertheless, he gathered his things and stood. Just before walking away, he muttered, “You didn’t have to be such a bitch about it.”

Once he was gone, you groaned. “Sorry about that, Bren.”

“Is that something you have to deal with often? That’s horrible.”

“No. Not since I got sick because stupid reporters were sticking their germy microphones in my face and Seb threatened them with lawyers.”

Brendon hmphed. “Well, you sounded like you had that speech prepared. Sounded like you’d said it a few times.”

“Before he left, Seb made sure I knew how to threaten any reporters like that. Luckily this was the first time I’ve had to remember what he told me.” The reporter had shaken you, and it took a few deep breaths before you felt calm enough to continue with your conversation. “Anyway, back to my original reason for calling… Are there are projects I could jump on long distance? I’ll probably only be able to put in about ten to fifteen good hours of work a week, but it’d be nice to have something to do other than wait for new episodes of my shows to come on Hulu.”

“Let me poke around the office a bit. I know there’s a big one coming up next week. Rachel’s heading that one. You’ve worked with her before right? She’d probably appreciate your input. Trent is in the middle of one for a pharmaceutical company, but he’s not feeling too sure about it. I’ll see if he wants you to try and hack the system and find holes.”

“Anything. I’ve worked with both of them before and I think we work well together. I did quite a few initial proposals before I left for Vegas and I enjoyed those more than most people do.”

He promised he’d send any projects your way that he could. After a few more minutes of catching up, you ended the call and headed outside to wait for Sean in the chilly fall air.

“How was the reading?” you asked later that night. “Any juicy plot lines?”

“Not that I can tell you,” Seb replied. The phone in his hand shifted as he settled further into the hotel bed that Marvel was putting him up in. “But it was good. We’ll start shooting tomorrow.”

“Excited to lube up your arm?”

He laughed, head falling back against the headboard. “I take it you finally did some research on me?”

“A little. The hospital was running behind today, so I was there a bit longer than I planned and I fell down the YouTube abyss of interviews. Anthony seems like a fun guy to work with.”

Sebastian grinned. “He is. Speaking of work, did you call your boss?”

“Yeah.” The reminder of the phone call – or rather of the interruption – made your roll your eyes.

“Didn’t go well?”

“No, no. It did.” You knew your news was not going to go over well with Seb, so you took a minute to get settled into the bed. It had been a long day and laying down felt good. You turned your laptop on its side so your face would still be the right way on Seb’s phone. “Brendon’s gonna check around work and find some projects and work to throw my way. That’s all good.”

“Then what is it?”

With a deep sigh, you began. “While I was on the phone with him, some hipster reporter dude interrupted.”

“Son of a—”

“It took a minute to get it through his thick skull that I was not going to give him a story but he finally left. It just kinda took a bit out of me.”

“God, Y/N. I’m sorry you had to deal with that.”

“It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not.”

“Yeah, it’s not,” you agreed softly. “But you prepared me. I handled it. Then Sean made me eat dinner with him and his wife. She’s an amazing cook. Sometime when you’re home, they want to have both of us over. And when this is all over, we definitely need to think of a hell of a way to thank him for everything. He’s done so much more than a driver gets paid to.”

The two of you brainstormed for a bit about how to repay Sean for his kindness and friendship. Then your conversation moved on to different subjects, bouncing around for a bit until you yawned for the third time in five minutes.

“You seem more tired than usual. You doing okay?”

“I’m fine. I mean, I haven’t been sleeping well, but that’s your fault.”

“My fault?” he asked.

“Yeah. You made me sleep next to you for two weeks then you just up and leave me alone. It’s rude, Mr. Stan.”

Something in your words sparked something in his eyes that filled you with… excitement?

“Well, Mrs. Stan…” His words were accompanied by a wink that stopped your heart. Forget your brain tumor. Sebastian was going to be the source of your death. “You only have two more nights before I’m home for the weekend.”

Flirting? Were you flirting?

“Two nights with you and five nights without you is just not a fraction I like.”

My god, you were flirting.

“If you can convince Marvel to move their studios to New York, I’m all game. Until then, we’ll have to make the best of those two nights.”

“Make the best of them, hmm?”

“Yeah,” he said in a low voice. “Mackie’s commentary on The Voice isn’t as good as yours. I’ve been waiting to watch the new episodes until I’m with you.”

The unexpected twist made you laugh out loud. It didn’t escape your attention how his eyes crinkled at the sound, affection flooding his expression. “The Voice on Friday and Dancing With The Stars on Saturday?”

“I’ll pen it in my calendar, sweetheart.”

“Ooo. I’m pen-worthy. That’s so much better than pencil-worthy.”

“You’re white-out-worthy, baby. I’d white-out plans I have with someone else to pen in plans with you.”

Fucking hell. Baby was a new one.

If he’d put on half this much charm on you in Vegas when you were drunk, it was no wonder you’d married him.

“Then I guess I need to go erase the pencil plans I had for Saturday evening and make room for you. Maybe even buy a special pen just for you.”

“Maybe wait for tomorrow? You’ve had a long day. Seems like you need a good night’s rest.”

“You too, hun.” The pet name felt foreign on your tongue, but it somehow felt… right? “Shooting starts tomorrow. You need to be ready to keep up with Mackie’s energy.”

“He wants to meet’cha, you know. Apparently I haven’t shut up about you.’

“Gimme a few more weeks to get used to this treatment and maybe I can spend more than three seconds around him without needing a nap,” you joked. “Unless he only has that energy when there’s a camera on him…?”

Seb laughed. “That is him all the damn time.”

“Then I better let you go for the night. You’ve spent the last few weeks shlumping around with me. Gotta get your rest to keep up with him tomorrow.”

“And you gotta get your rest so you can hand out candy tomorrow.”

“I’m excited for that, actually. Trick or Treating really slowed down back in Utah lately. I think last year I got, like, maybe three groups of kids?”

“You’ll get your fill this year. A lot of the kids in the apartment complex go to every door. Just be careful, okay? I don’t want you getting sick.”

It took twenty more minutes before you were finally able to say your goodbyes and hang up. You stared at your phone for a moment before placing it on the side table beside Sebastian’s bed and turning off the light.  

Houston, we've got some flirting!!! Also can we just take a minute to appreciate how amazing Sean is? But things seem to be looking up!

CHAPTER 19: THE LONG DAY

[despressolattes]

AFTERMATH | CHAPTER TWENTY | LEGACIES

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A glowing urn? Probably not the best sign from a mysterious and unknown Malivore object. The only thing left was to wait for the next monster to show up looking for it.

It was officially day one without Roman Sienna.

"Are you sure that's even safe for the kids there?"

"We're supernatural, Joshy," I laughed at the concerned vampire, but I spoke in whispers as I walked through the halls of the school. It was two in the morning, and I was heading to Alaric's to talk about the urn with him and Hope. "We all managed to keep Hope safe when she was a kid, remember?"

Josh called to ask how I was doing after the whole Roman leaving thing, which happened the day before. It was sweet of him to think I would need him company, but I wasn't sure if I should be offended that he thought I'd be crying at 2 a.m.

Okay, it's more likely that I would be than not, but still.

"Yeah, with a lot of casualties though," he reminded me.

"I think we'll be fine," I said, stopping in front of Alaric's office door. "Okay, I gotta go. I'll talk to you soon."

"Alright, love you, Lilah," he said.

Hope was standing by his desk while Alaric went through some of the books on his shelf when I walked in.

"How long do you think it'll be until the next monster shows up?" Hope asked when I closed the door.

"It's hard to say. I've never actually seen an artifact glow before," Alaric replied, turning around. He looked at me, "Thanks for deciding to meet us."

I rolled my eyes at the headmaster, but playfully.

"Where did you hide the urn, by the way?" he asked Hope.

"Yeah, where is it?" I chimed in. She hadn't even told me where it was.

"I'm not sure I should tell you," Hope said.

We both looked at her like she had two heads, and said in unison, "Excuse me?"

"Isn't it safer if only one of us knows where it is?" she asked.

"Then that one of us should be the adult," Alaric scolded.

"Funny, because I thought it should be the one of us with high-level superpowers," Hope sassed.

"In both of those cases, it should be me then," I said, causing Alaric to look at me with a scolding look.

I knew that Hope and Alaric were still walking on eggshells with me, trying to see if I was really as stable as I seemed. In truth, I felt better that day. I woke up and felt like there was things that needed to get done, and that I should do it.

My heart was aching for the Roman shaped hole in my life at the moment, but that was about it. I tried not to think too much about Elijah, about Lorelle. I looked at the old journals they kept, the ones I read religiously, but I hadn't opened them for a while.

I hadn't opened my own in a while.

"What?" I asked. "I'm way older than you, Ric."

"What should we tell everyone else?" Hope asked. "We should probably warn them before a cyclops crashes exam week."

"I would kill for a cyclops to crash exam week. Or to crash into me so I don't have to deal with exam week," I joked, earning more scolding glares from Alaric, and one from Hope, too.

Yup, it was probably comments like that that made them walk around eggshells with me.

"Well," Alaric said, ignoring my comment and sitting down on the top of his desk. "It's usually best to start with some form of the truth."

"What about those times the truth is the one thing you can't say?" she asked, looking at both of us.

Of course, she was talking about Malivore, Seylah, and Landon. My mind, however, drifted to the twin merge, it drifted to my own years of lying.

Truth about those times where the truth is the one thing you can't say is that it's the only thing you should say, but you don't, in the name of "protecting" the people you hide it from. When, really, you're protecting yourself. You're protecting yourself from having it eat at you that you told them information that hurt, you're protecting yourself from watching people you love be in pain.

It's not altruistic, it's not for the greater good of the other person.

Withholding the truth is the easy way out, but no one's ready for that conversation yet.

"Are you sure you want to keep all of this from Landon? I mean, I understand you wanting to protect him, but-" Alaric started, saying a lot of which I was thinking.

"He's been wondering about his mother his whole life. He finally meets her, and then she dies? If I can  keep him from knowing what that feels like, then it's worth it," she asid.

It wasn't. But she wasn't ready for that conversation either, and of course Alaric would see where she was coming from. I saw where she was coming from, too.

But I was the only one in the room who hide secrets and watched them unravel.

My secret about being a Mikaelson was what, in the end, stripped me of time with my Dad while he knew he was my dad. It stripped me of a life I could've had if I had just told them my identity, but I was scared. I wanted to protect myself from the messy Mikaelson lifestyle, from their enemies, from their blinded rage and anger. But I found myself craving their unconditional love for one another.

And when I got it, it was too late.

—

We were sending kids to the Lockwood mansion if they wanted to evacuate while we were still unsure about when the next monster would attack. Matt opened the doors for us. Exam week, wherever students were, was going to happen as planned.

Since, after all, telling the accreditation board we were cancelling mandatory testing because of monsters wasn't something that would bode well for the integrity of the school.

"Have you guys seen Hope?" Landon asked.

I had noticed him during Alaric's entire speech glancing around the room, searching for something. I had assumed it would be my cousin.

"I haven't," I shook my head, which was the truth.

Rafael shook his head, too.

"You two gonna evacuate?" I asked, hoping to change the subject from my cousin.

"Are you?" Rafael asked as we started to make our way back to our rooms.

"I'm untouchable, wolfie," I laughed. "I'm the best security guard this school will ever get."

"Then, I guess I'm safe here," he said, sending me a smile.

I chuckled at this, and I linked my arms through both of the boys' arms. Rafael yawned, covering his mouth with his free hand.

"So, Hope's M.I.A," Landon said, still thinking about her.

I guess I suck at diversions.

"Yeah, she's probably suiting up in her battle armor," Rafael said. "Girl's basically Wonder Woman."

I laughed at this statement.

"I don't even know what you are, Ms. Untouchable. I got no superhero that amounts to you," he said.

"Stopppp, you're gonna feed my ego," I laughed.

"Either that, or she's realized she's made a mistake bringing me back here 'cause where I go, danger follows," Landon said, too gloomy to join in on our "nerd talk".

"My god," mumbled Rafael. "C'mon bro. Now, this one's not on you."

"Sweetheart," I said, stopping all three of us in our tracks to grab Landon's shoulders, despite him being much taller than I was. "Hope and I are Mikaelsons, where we go, danger follows."

"I still haven't gotten too far in magical history class... so I'll let you know what I think of that statement once I get to the chapter about your family."

"Isn't all the chapters about my family?" I asked.

"They're not evil yet," he said, then stuttered. "N-not that I think your family's evil or anything, but-"

"They can be," I answered for him, giggling at how flustered he was getting when he realized I got be offended by what he just said.

"Hope being distant today has got to have something to do with us waking up in a field with amnesia yesterday, right?"

"Landon, I used to get to distant with Roman that I'd end up in New Orleans. It wasn't on him that I was acting that way, it was just how I cope. We Mikaelsons have a lot to learn about healthy coping, because we do do things that we shouldn't, like get so overwhelmed with wanting to save the world that we shut out the very world we're trying to protect."

"Look, until one of you can remember how you guys got there yesterday, I just... I wouldn't think about it," Rafael advised him. "Look, you're here. Think about the good things in your life instead of gettinv caught up in the bad for once, bro."

"Yeah," Landon said, nodding slowly.

"I'm gonna go grab my bags and hit the library," Rafael told us.

"Okay," Landon and I nodded.

They did their little bro-handshake, and Rafael pulled me into a side hug afterwards.

"Help me study for history later?" he asked. "You did tell me that I can use you as a primary source for most of it."

"Just text me," I replied, laughing. "I can't believe you remember that in all the chaos."

"You said it to me on my first day, how could I forget?"

He looked at Landon, "I'll see you at breakfast in the morning?"

"Yeah, see you at breakfast," Landon said, though the way he said it, I felt like he was retreating into his own universe of overthinking already, despite the speeches Rafael and I had given him about trying to relax.

Rafael turned around, and said, "Hey, Lan. I'm glad you're back."

This made Landon smile, looking at his foster brother with appreciation as he wondered down the hall.

"I'm glad you're here, too," I told the curly haired boy. "You make my cousin happy, so I wouldn't worry too hard about this, okay?"

"How did Roman handle it?" he asked, and I looked at him all funny. "I mean, how did he handle you being distant?"

I sighed. "There's a lot that I did in my relationship with Roman that he handled so well, I can't even imagine why or how. I'm a lot to deal with, and I don't know, maybe it was fact that we both have been around long enough to have so many relationships that we know to just let things run its course, maybe it's just that he and I had this understanding, or maybe he didn't handle it well at all and just never told me. Communication is key, and I know that Hope's distant and my distant is different. You just gotta learn how to move around her, if you want to be with a girl like her."

He nodded.

"I hope any of that made sense."

"I think it did," he nodded some more.

"Okay. Good. I'm going to go. Welcome home, Landon."

CHAPTER TWENTY ONE

[allaboutthebooz]

Send My Love (To Your New Lover) Part Fifteen

Summary: It’s been 3 months since Y/N said goodbye to Supernatural and said ‘yes’ to Jake.

Warnings: Angst, lots and lots of angst. Just a whole buffet of it!

A/N: Here it is everyone! Part 15. I am so excited!!! I’m literally buzzing!!!! I lied though. I said that this part would not have the reader in it, but it does. Just a brief part. I hope you all love it. I’m truly proud of this.

Jensen paced in front around the room, waiting. Checking his watch, he had thirty minutes. Thirty minutes before he had to take his position at the end of the aisle. He had been waiting for this day since the moment he proposed. So, why was he second guessing himself? Why was he thinking about someone who wasn’t his fiancé, on his wedding day?

Why was he thinking about you? It’s not like he’s spoken to you outside of filming, since everything happened in Austin. If he learned anything new about you, it was from Jared or social media. He had seen you go off to Greece with Jake, Jared, and Gen. He knew you had a new dog named Juno. He knew you knew you were currently in Atlanta filming, wrapping up Stranger Things. He hasn’t spoken to you. Unless you were talking to him about a scene, you didn’t talk at all.

You said goodbye to everyone when you all wrapped up filming. The Winchesters said goodbye to Anne with the flames of a funeral, meant for a hunter. You said goodbye to Anne, because you were done with the show. Done because of him.

He paced back and forth for a while longer. He paced until someone knocked on the door, making him stop. He cleared his throat and called for the person to come in. The door opens and Jared pokes his head in.

“Hey, man. You ready?” Jared asks.

Jensen looks at his hands and then back up, squaring his shoulders. His mine set. “Uh, yeah. Let’s do this.”

Jared smiles and opens the door wider as Jensen moves towards it, both of them stepping into the hall. “Are you nervous? I know I was when Gen and I got married.”

“No, I’m ready. I’m not nervous.”

“That’s good. I guess you really are ready this time.”

Jensen can hear the meaning behind the words and looks over and up at his best friend. His best man. He stops, making Jared turn towards him.

“Come on, man. You gotta let this go. You’re supposed to be supporting me. You’re my best man. I’m marrying Dee. I’m doing this.” He says, more to himself than to Jared.

“I know, Jensen, but….” Jared sighs, “Look, forget I said anything. I’m happy for you, man. I’ve always been happy for you. I just want to make sure this is what you want.”

“It is what I want. I’ve been waiting for this for a long time. Y/N is who I want to marry.”

“Y/N?”

“What?”

“You said Y/N is the one you want to marry.”

“What?” He scoffs. “No, I didn’t.”

Jared just looks at him for a moment before looking down at the watch on his wrist. “Alright. Well, we better get a move on. Danneel will be walking down the aisle in a few minutes.” He stresses her name, so that Jensen understands what he is saying. Reminding him of the choice he made.

“Right. Yeah.” Jensen nods and they continue their journey down the aisle.

+++

Jensen stood at the front with Jared, Josh, and his closest friends standing beside him. Music playing, his hands wringing in front of him. As the bridesmaids moved down the aisle, Jensen’s mind began to wander. He couldn’t help but wonder how his wedding to Y/N would have been like. What everyone would have worn. What her dress would have looked like. What his reaction would have been. Would her hair have been pulled up, her dress puffy like a princess or slender like a mermaid to show off her figure. Would her veil be long and pulled over her face? Would they have cried while exchanging their vows? Would they have smashed their cake in each other’s faces? Would they have dance to the very first song they danced to? What would have happened?

He feels an elbow in his side and he looks over at Jared, who nods to the front. He turns his attention back down the aisle and he sees Danneel and her father starting their walk. He gives her a smile. She’s beautiful. Her ivory dress hugging her top before flaring out around the waist. Her hair pulled back slightly with curls falling around her shoulders. Her veil covering her face, her smile bright beneath it. And yet, all he can see if Y/N’s face. Her face glowing with a bright smile.

His chest tightens and he shakes his head to clear her face from his mind. Danneel and her dad stop in front of him as they exchange their affections, before he places her hand in Jensen’s. They both turn to face the pastor as he begins his speech. Jensen gulps slightly to loosen the tightness in his throat. To ease the ache in his chest. To fill the pit in his stomach. The sounds around him becoming silent, muffled. He looked over at Danneel, except it wasn’t Danneel looking back at him. It was Y/N. Her bright eyes filled with so much love for him. How could he have left her? How could he have believed he was out of love with her? He still loved her, and it was killing him, that he ruined what they had. He didn’t think it affected him, until now. Standing here with the woman he left her for. His heart beat filling his ears, keeping any sound at bay.

He fully turns towards Danneel. “Wait.” He hears his voice fill the space. The mental earmuffs are removed. Sound rushing in. Y/N’s face disappearing and becoming Danneel’s again. “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry?” She asks, confusion filling her beautiful face. “What are you sorry for?”

Tension filling the air around them. “I can’t do this. I shouldn’t be doing this.”

“What are you talking about? We’ve been waiting for this day for over a year.”

He shakes his head. “I thought this what was I wanted. That you were what I wanted, but I was wrong. What we did, was wrong. I shouldn’t have left her. I shouldn’t have come to see you that day. I should have talked to her.”

“Y/N?”

He nods. “I’m sorry, Dee.” He drops her hand and starts to step away from her. He looks over a Jared and sees the anger brewing underneath. His jaw clenched. He shakes his head at Jensen, telling him not to screw everything up for you. “I’m sorry.” He tells Jared. He turns and rushes down the aisle. Danneel calling after him.

+++

The first warm day in New York found you sitting on your balcony, Juno at your feet as you overlooked the scenery as the sun set. You were waiting for Jake to call you, once his plan landed in California and he was settled at his parent’s house. He flew out for his mom’s birthday, but you had to stay behind to finish unpacking before flying out to Atlanta in a couple of days.

Your phone rang on the table beside you and you pick it up. Hoping it was Jake but finding Jared’s name instead. You smile and answer, “Hey, Moose. How was the wedding?”

“It didn’t happen, Bug.”

You feel your eyebrows scrunch together. “What do you mean it didn’t happen?”

“Exactly that. He left during the ceremony.” From the sound of his voice, you can tell he’s frustrated and probably rubbing his forehead.

“He left her at alter?”

Jared sighs. “Yeah.”

“Why would he do that?”

There’s a pause. “Because of you, Bug. He told everyone he still loves you.”

Your stomach sinks, breath caught in your chest. You have no words.

“Y/N?”

“I’m here. I’m just…”

“I know. Listen, I wouldn’t doubt if he tries to come and see you. I don’t think he has your new address, but I’m sure he could find it from someone. I’m getting on the next flight out to New York. I just don’t want him to ruin things for you, Bug. You’re finally happy and I don’t want him to take that from you again.”

“Jare, you don’t have to fly out here.”

“Yes, I do. Not protect you, but to get him to leave you alone. He can’t keep screwing with you like this.”

“Jared, I’ll be fine.”

“No, I know that, but I need to be there. I’m so pissed at him. I had no idea.”

“You couldn’t have known. Not like, he would have said anything anyways. I just hate that he left her because of me. I don’t want her to think, I did this as payback or something.” You bite your lip.

“I’m sure she doesn’t think that.”

“I think I need to call her, Moose. I have to talk to her.”

“Do you think that’s a good idea?”

“I don’t know, but…”

He sighs again. “Okay. I’ll text you her number, but I’m headed to the airport now. I’m coming to see you.”

“Okay. I’m going to call Jake. He needs to know what’s going on.”

“Yeah, alright. I’ll text you when I’m boarding the plane and I’ll call you when I land.”

“Okay. Be careful, Jare.”

“I will. I just hope I can get there before he does.”

You both hang up and your phone chimes with a text from Jared with Danneel’s phone number.

+++

You call Jake and tell him what happened, and he tries to tell you that he’s coming home, but you convince him to stay until after his mom’s party that night. You didn’t want to take her son from her on her birthday. You explain to him that Jared was on a flight from Austin anyways and would be landing in a few hours.

“Alright. Well please call me if anything happens. I’ll try to get home to you as soon as I can.”

“I’ll be fine, Jake. Give you mom a hug and tell her happy birthday for me. I love you, so much.”

“I love you too, Smalls. I’ll talk to you soon.”

You hang up and grips your phone in your hand. Clutch it to your chest, before pulling it away to look at the text Jared sent you. You click on the ten-digit number and bring the phone to your ear as it rings.

It clicks with an answer and a shaky voice on the other end has you holding your breath. “Hello?”

+++

Jensen paced in his hotel room. He had landed in New York about two hours ago after getting your new address from Bob. He knows he should just leave you alone. He should just go back to Texas and go on with his life, but something was telling him to find you. He had to see you. He had to tell you what he was feeling. He had to let you know that he was the biggest fucking idiot that he had ever know. He needs to beg for you to forgive him and to take him back before it was too late.

But what if it truly was too late. You were getting married to Jake. You had said yes to Jake. To the public you both had finally moved on and were ready for your future, but to him you were moving on because he didn’t give you a choice and he didn’t want to let you go. He thought he could, but standing at the end of the aisle, waiting for Danneel, made him realize that he needs you. He needs to hold you. Needs you to hold him. Hold him the way you did, after your last scene was filmed.

He had forgotten how good you felt when you were in his arms. How warm you were.  How you seemed to mold yourself to him. He missed the feel of your skin on his. The beat of your heart under his fingers. He needed to see you. If for nothing more than a final kiss. One final touch of your skin to his.

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Jared raced through the lobby of your apartment building. He helped you officially move in when you and Jake got back from your trip to the mountains. He remembers the look of utter happiness on your face when you excitedly showed Gen the engagement ring on your finger. He hadn’t seen that look on your face in a long time and it made his heart swell. He has never doubted his love for you. The way a brother would love his sister. The way he loves his blood siblings.

He will never forget the night that you called him when Jensen walked out of your shared home. He won’t forget the sound of your heart shattering into pieces as you sobbed into the phone, while he had Gen looking for a flight out to LA for him. Gen was days away from giving birth to Odette. So, he dropped the kids off at her parent’s house to give her some time to herself, while he hopped on a plane to get to you. To bring you home with him. He remembers finding you sobbing in the middle of the floor in your kitchen. Broken glasses, plates, everything destroyed around you.

He remembers sweeping away what he could with his hands before scooping you up in his arms and taking you to bed. He remembers packing a bag for you while you lay catatonic underneath the mountain of pillows and blankets. Getting you onto the plane, without the world seeing you, in less than a day. Getting you back to his house and letting Gen take you to the guest room. Burying you beneath more pillows and blankets. Your sobs filling his ears, while Gen holed the two of you up in your room.

He remembers ripping into Jensen for destroying you. He didn’t know if you would ever be the same. At the time, he was sure the he would lose you. You were so broken and there was nothing he could do. He remembers your smile when the boys burst through your bedroom door, while the two of you talked. The smile was dim, and your eyes were platonic, but the boys didn’t care. They were excited to have you in their home. They didn’t notice the difference in you, but Jared did.

It took you so long to get that bright smile and dazzling look in your eyes again. And then you met Jake and it was like you were you again. He finally got you back. Got his sister back. Of course, he had the talk with Jake. Told him what happened when he found you in your own home. Told him how broken you were. Made him promise not to tell you. Made him promise not to do the same thing to you. A promise he has managed to keep, but Jared kept his guard up just a bit. Just in case.

He didn’t wait for the elevator, ripping through doors leading to the stirs. Taking them two, three at a time until he reached your floor. He raced down the hall, until he was standing at your door. Knocking until, you opened the door and let him in.

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Jensen walked up to your building, the doorman opening the door with a smile. He pushed the call button for the elevator, whipping his hands on the pants of his tux. The doors opened and he steps inside, hitting the number to your floor. His heart racing as the lift grows closer to your floor. His heart beat in his ears again, muffling the sound of the ding as the doors opened once again. He checked the numbers of the doors as he passed them, looking for the right apartment. He finds your door. He takes a deep breath as he raises his hand and knocks. Waiting a moment.

The door opens and he lets out the breath he was holding. “Hi.”

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A Rose by Any other Name would Smell as Sweet

Chapter 7: Speak the Speech, I Pray you

Summary:

During one of the drama club meetings, (y/n) struggles to find an acting partner to demonstrate a scene properly. Thankfully, there is one tall and gaunt man that comes to the rescue

Notes:

Disclaimer: I’m not a teacher, especially not for drama. I’m not even a good actor. The only acting experience that I have is that I’ve played a pirate cook once in a play that was set in the time when Hamlet was saved by a pirate ship.During the performance, I actually said one of my lines too early so that was that... I study and interpret plays that’s more of my thing. So, all the methods described here are probably bullshit. Severus is also very talkative here. Dunno, if I’m writing him way out of character but hey, we’ve never seen him talk much in the books or the movies so maybe he opens up with attractive but awkward arts teachers.

As always thank you for reading, commenting, and all the kudos!! <3

Chapter Text

Another session of my drama group and I gotta say, we’ve made progress. It’s been a tough job getting students acting roles when they’ve never had contact with all this. I also knew that I’ve chosen a rather difficult play. Maybe I should have started with something else. But the students were invested in the story now and hey, who doesn’t love a challenge? It’s also still a school performance, not a Globe audition.

Everyone did a good job in the small groups and most of them were comfortable giving feedback there and discussing certain scenes. This time, I put up a stage that is as high as the one we’ll be using in our final performance because now it should move into a more serious direction. Before we try to put together the scenes in order with the designated roles, I wanted to address some techniques many students were unsure of how to perform. I also wanted to prepare them to perform in front of an bigger audience and not just one or two other people in the group. It was still just me, their peers and Severus but it’s still significantly more than before. Severus usually sat in the back of the class, arms crossed, legs stretched outs -  a critical but relaxed pose, rather unusual for him. The students have become used to his presence. It did make some of them nervous in the beginning but a lot of the stress went away upon learning that that he couldn’t give them detention or a bad grades in here. He wasn’t very interested in doing so in the first place. He was here for a change of pace.

One of the problems was the aside instruction in some of the scenes. They struggled to see how it should be performed. They felt weird doing so and didn’t see the point of directly speaking to the audience and not to the character on stage. So, I thought I should show it rather than tell. I asked: “Anyone comfortable enough to perform the scene with me? You can use your book and just read the lines to me so don't feel nervous.”

Silence. Somehow they are ok within their own groups but standing on a stage in front of everyone else seemed to be a problem for that moment. I was ready to perform on my own but suddenly a voice came from the back of the room:

“If you need some assistance, Ms (y/n) I’m familiar with the scene and can try, with my humble acting abilities, to be your acting partner.”

Ok, we can do this. Students are eerily silence as Severus, elegant and confident as Julius Caesar, walked up the stairs on the stage. He picked a book from the pile of copies and stood there waiting. We agreed upon me being Lord Polonius and he Hamlet. He pretended reading the book and I said to him: “ O, give me leave: How does my good Lord Hamlet?”

“ Well, God-a-mercy. ” -  said Severus, turned towards me and closed the book in his hands.

“Do you know me, my lord?”

“Excellent well; you are a fishmonger.” – he put emphasis on fishmonger by his usual slow and  articulated speaking style. His deep voice rolled around the g and I knew he would’ve been perfect for that role. Severus performing style was in the beginning a tiny bit stiff and controlled but on the other hand, it suits the Prince of Denmark. Furthermore, he didn’t seem to look into the book for the lines. He performed them by memory. It was marvellous and I demonstrate the scene properly to my students.

At the last line Severus did something that showed he was acting and not just his usual snarky self, which frankly is easy with Polonius. When Polonius humbly took his leave Severus replied faithfully to the script:

“You cannot, sir, take from me any thing that I will more willingly part withal: except my life, except my life, except my life.” -  here he repeated the words loudly, walked around me and put a different tone and manner for each repetition on. In that moment, I was in awe and thought to myself: This man is perfect.

Applause. Cheering. The students liked it. I took Severus hand, turned to the small group of students and bowed. He followed bowing rather reluctantly but I could feel how he squeezed my hand a bit. I felt myself blushing and slowly let go. He returned to his seat at the back and I turned around pretending to order some props to order my feelings. When the applause and talking faded I once again put my students in pairs and everyone had a go at performing these two roles in front of the others. It went much better now that they had a clear picture on what to do and some even interpreted gestures and tones in their own way.

At the end everyone said goodbye not only to me but also to Severus in a happy way, waving and wishing us a good evening. I walked up to Severus and sat in the seat in front of him, turning the chair around so I could face him. “Well done. You would have been a marvellous actor and you even knew the lines. I’m impressed!”

“Don’t flatter me that is just the bare minimum if you’re part of a drama society, aren’t you?”

“Come one, take the compliment, I mean it! When did you learn the lines?”

“I simply read it so many times that I remembered it.”

“Still impressive. Wish I could do that so easily.. Did you ever act it out on your own or with friends?”

“No.”

I looked at him with suspicion.

“Ok, maybe in my youth, I did. On my own usually. Although I must be admit that Hamlet’s wit here is nothing too far away from my own experiences so there wasn’t that much acting involved per se.”

“Nah, don’t try to get out of that. Should I tell you a secret?”

“Seems like you are ready to tell me either way.”

“Correct. When I was a kid, I read almost all my books aloud to my stuffed animals and toys. Later I did act out plays on my own as a well. I guess, I was a teenager who was more interested in fiction than people. How absurd all this may sound it does help you acting, reading, understanding, extending your language abilities. So, nothing to be ashamed of. Well apart from me just telling you that I was a weird outsider with an obsession for books in my youth but I guess that comes with the job description.”

“Mhh. I’d say we have that in common.”

“You’ve also read fairy tales to your stuffed animals?”

He shook his head, while rolliung his eyes but in a joking kind of way: “No, but the outsider aspect.”

“I’m sorry to hear that but yes. I guess interest in the arts often comes from feeling something’s missing. That there is a lack of meaning in reality and a desire to fill this with imagination. It also shows an interest in solving problems creatively. It just often brings people together that are from the same roots. Of course, there are many exceptions to this rule. Especially when it comes to the elitism in the muggle world around the arts. But I often find myself flocking to the same kind of people while doing this. So, there might be a connection.”

“I’d agree with that. I have to admit it was a pleasant experience.”

“I’m glad to hear that. Thank you, Severus.”

He stood up and moved towards the door. Suddenly, I had an idea. Before my brain could stop me with reason, I asked:

“Hey, ehm. Are you free for a tea tonight?  I’d love to talk to you more about literature and plays. Maybe I can recommend you some works? You know like…a little book club? Just between us. If you want? I love talking about it and you seem like someone with whom one can do.. that…” – wow very articulate. I clearly know how to speak. Not.

He looked at the door and bit his lip slightly in thought. He then replied: “Thank you for the invitation. Unfortunately, I must decline. I’m assisting Albus in an important matter for the rest of tonight. Would you be free tomorrow evening? We see each other anyway at the great feast in celebration of the 200th anniversary of the first Quidditch team at Hogwarts. We could go after that?”

“Yes, of course. That sounds great. See you tomorrow then!”

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It was mandatory for teachers to attend feasts celebrating important dates. However, there were a couple of empty seats as it clashed with a teacher’s conference in France, who were entirely uninterested in the local Quidditch history of Hogwarts. As a consequence, Remus, Flitwick and three other teacher were absent. Thus the seat order was not as strict as usual. The hall was decorated with Quidditch logos, paintings of the first and current Quidditch teams and there was a constant buzzing as snitches flied around in the air to set the mood. Severus sat at the left end of the table and I thought maybe I should take a seat next to him for a change.

“Hello Severus. Is that seat available?”

“Of course, go ahead."

“You’re not often here for lunch. Are you eating in your office usually?”

“Yes, it’s just more convenient for me to not disrupt my working flow with useless eating. Furthermore, I also need a break from seeing students from time to time.”

“Understandable.” And here we both looked into the crowd of students in their Quidditch uniforms or Quidditch fan attire. “I mean, I love my class to bits but some of them are so…. Without respect or interest. How is it being a headteacher for an entire house?”

“The job title comes with more responsibilities. You are responsible for everything your house does and it reflects on your image. This is more difficult when you have students who think of themselves as untouchable because in a way.. they are. Money and connections run deep in the wizard bloodlines. I’m not afraid to scold and punish them but you always have to be cautious. One misplaced word and our headmaster will feel the consequences and the school's image will be hurt. As the house motto says, you have to be cunning and plan ahead to achieve any progress with them.”

“Sounds tough. But you seem to be well equipped to do so. Wow. Are there any perks to that job?”

“If you mean money, no. We basically get paid in exposure. However, your quarters are a bit bigger than the rest of the staff. I got the position because I’ve been here for so long and am apparently the only one capable enough to deal with this rather difficult house. In the end, I’m also a Slytherin. However, as it is with everything in life: Nothing is clear cut. And I’d argue there are enough cunning and manipulative students in every house who use their false pride to put down others.”

“I aree. Nothing is ever black and white. Good people do bad things. Bad people do good things. We grow up, we learn, we change, we fail. Stereotypes are sadly often a beginning but they should never be the end of a judgement. People are fluid in their actions and attitudes.”

“Well said.”

Dumbledore made a speech celebrating sports and our food arrived floating from the air. It was nice despite me being utterly uninterested in Quidditch usually. Dumbledore sat next to us for a while and talked about my progress with the group. Before he left to talk to some students, he had something left so say: “Oh, and Severus. I’m delighted to see you being a part of the group, too.” Severus just nodded absentmindedly and continued to eat. When the feast ended everyone returned to their quarters or offices. So, I and Severus made our way to the Ravenclaw quarters.

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So Much For The Genius (Pete x Reader)

Character: Peter Parker (Holland)

Fandoms: Spiderman and a bit of Iron Man

Categories: Reader Insert, Female!Reader, Fluff

Title: So Much For The Genius

  Requested by anon:

If ur still taking requests could u do Spider-Man with Holland n he's very smitten w u n every time he is around u he's a loss with words. Tony notices n realizes he has a crush on u so he tries to help him out. When u see him Peter can never talk properly or without embarrassing himself or making things awkward. Ur helping Peter learn how to fight n he finally takes initiative and kisses u.

Requested by anon:

Heeey! Couuld iii req a peter parker (tom/andrew u choose) where she is mad at him and ignores him, his texts, everything. And he tries his best to reach her, and just desperately wants her to talk to him again. Thank you!

Peter felt himself blushing when he noticed Y/N was walking the hallway. And his heart sped up when her beautiful eyes fell on him and the most gorgeous smile coming from her mouth lighted up the place.

“Hi, Pete!” Cheerfully, she walked over to him.

He stood next to his locker, keeping his glance locked on the depths of it. Staring at the books and notebooks inside it made it easier not to glance at her. Because just the sight of her warm eyes and her bright smile made his insides stir nervously and excitedly. And that caused him to be speechless and make a fool out of himself. He was just smitten with Y/N.

“Hello, Y/N” The boy replied absently, trying his best not to be clumsy or somehow embarrass himself.

“How are you?” She casually leaned her shoulder on the wall and Peter could feel her stare on him.

Feeling his voice shaky and himself jittery, he just shrugged. Y/N sighed and crossed her arms in annoyance.

“What is with you lately?” She tilted her head to the side in confusion yet a mild annoyance lingered on her attitude.

“Wh-what?” He gulped as he reluctantly took his head out of the locker and closed it with a shaky hand. “What?”

“We’ve been friends for a while now, but…” Their eyes finally met, so she bit her lip in deep thought as she observed him in an attempt to figure him out. “Lately you’ve been acting strangely. And don’t tell me ‘it’s complicated’ again”

“I’m nothing” Peter upset himself by accidentally mixing up the words. “I mean, I’m okay… it’s nothing…”

“But, Pete! You-“ Before the girl could finish her sentence, he abruptly interrupted her.

“Gotta go, bye!” He exclaimed with fake and unfitting enthusiasm. Then he bolted out of the hallway and ran outside the high school.

Y/N just stood there, being left in the middle of a sentence. She shook her head angrily and stormed away from there.

Meanwhile, Peter pushed himself against the wall and rested the back of his head on it. Shutting his eyes tight in embarrassment, he waited for his pounding heart to calm itself.

“It’s easier to be Spiderman than it is talking to Y/N!” He whispered to himself, annoyed yet resigned.

“Careful what you say, kid” A familiar voice startled him, making him open his eyes in surprise. “Anyone could be listening”

“Mr. Stark!” Peter stood up straight while he stared at the man. “What are you doing here?”

“I came here to talk to Spidey” Tony Stark calmly replied. “But it seems like I came in a bad moment”

The boy nodded as he sighed, feeling defeated and exhausted.

“Looks like your type” Tony observed, nodding to the hallways that could be seen from where they were standing. “I take it as she’s not your girlfriend, though”

“It’s complicated” Peter awkwardly accommodated his bag over his shoulder, doing his best to avert his eyes from the man.

It felt foolish and childish to be acting like that. To make a fool of himself all the time, just because he was in love with her. And to accidentally show his embarrassment in front of a man he admired so much like Tony Star made it all the worse.

“I’m smart” Tony smirked, looking him in the eye even if the boy wouldn’t reciprocate the gesture. “Try and explain it to me, maybe I can help”

“I’m in love with her” In spite of himself, he looked at the man as he talked. “But we’re really close friends, and I don’t want to mess it up. I don’t know if she feels something back, but even if she did I wouldn’t know how to tell her or have the courage to do so”

“You save people every day, kid” Tony chuckled a little, patting Peter in the back to encourage him. “Talking to a girl should be easy, especially if you’re already friends”

“It should…” Peter pursed his lips together in a pouty gesture.

“Look for something that you can do together and spend more time with her” Tony suggested with a self-satisfied smirk. “And then make the move”

“I can’t just do that!” The boy exclaimed, mortified and terrified at the same time.

“How would you know if she likes you back if you never try?”

“I know, but…”

“Here’s the deal” Almost secretively, Tony placed an arm over Peter’s shoulders and took him with him as he stepped away from the crowd. “You’re gonna do the following”

“Okay…” The boy was curious about the plan, so he intently listened.

“She’s obviously mad because you keep avoiding her, so you’re gonna use an excuse to explain why you do it”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know… something that you want to ask her but you’re embarrassed about”

“Like ‘I’m in love with you, Y/N’?”

“No, no” Tony caressed his chin pensive, pausing before he continued talking. “Something more trivial, a trifle”

“She teaches personal defense…” Peter suggested shyly, with a shrug. “Maybe I could tell her I was too embarrassed to ask her to teach me how to fight…”

“And that way, if she teaches you the two of you could spend more time together” Tony nodded in agreement and approval. “Yes, wonderful, marvelous!”

“So then what?”

“Then, you confess one day when she’s teaching you” He opened up his arms as if saying ‘voila’.

“That sounds great, Mr. Stark” Even though he knew it’d still take a lot of courage to pull that off, Peter was happy with the idea.

“I’m a genius after all” Tony winked at him, a smirk still plastered on his lips. “I’ll talk to Spidey later then”

While he left, Peter stood there thinking. Trying to develop the idea into a simple plan that could help him bond with Y/N again.

*

The next day, Peter walked into the hallway knowing he’d meet Y/N there. Even if it would be even harder than usual to talk to her because she was obviously still mad at him thanks to his smitten behavior.

That was why he kept repeating the words in his head, the short speech he had planned to apologize and talk to her. To try and put Tony’s plan in action and hopefully make up with her. Not only that, but perhaps even end up being a couple.

Just the thought of her having feelings for him as well, of kissing her and lovingly holding her in his arms made his stomach squirm with happiness.

He just reminded himself to breathe in order to settle the nerves and make his best to be confident and laid-back. When he felt ready, Peter approached Y/N since he had just spotted her standing next to her locker.

“Hi, Y/N” The boy mumbled once he was close enough to her.

She didn’t reply even if it was obvious by the slight glance over her shoulder that she had both heard and seen him. But wasn’t in the mood to talk to him.

“Um…” Peter hesitated bashfully. “Are you still mad?”

As all response, the girl shut her locker loudly and angrily.

“I take that as a yes…” He nibbled on his lip, forcing himself to take a deep breath when his heart slightly sped up. “Although the ignored calls and texts were message enough”

Turning around fuming mad, taking with her the mane of hair that flew around with the sudden movement, Y/N faced him.

“Yes, I’m still mad. And yes, I ignored you, Peter” He knew how angry she was not only by the tone and the fuming expression, but because of the fact that she hardly ever called him ‘Peter’. “Wanna know why?”

“Not really, I already know-“

“We’re supposed to be friends, yet you won’t stop ignoring me! So I decided to throw it right back at you and pretend you don’t exist”

The boy took yet another deep breath when she began to storm away and held her by the upper arm.

“I know, and you’re completely right!” He stated nervously, passing his tongue over his lips since his mouth felt dry. “I missed you, and I’m really sorry”

Reluctantly, Y/N glanced back at him with an irritated expression. She even crossed her arms over her chest to show how it wouldn’t be easy for her to forgive such extended evasive behavior.

“So what’s your excuse, Parker?” There she was again, not calling him Pete like she used to. On top of all, addressing him by his last name. And in such a pissed off fashion!

“That’s what I wanted to tell you about” He gulped, making a pause. It was even harder to talk to her when she was so angry at him. “I wanted to explain why I’ve been acting like that”

“I’m all ears” The girl showed him a fake and bitter grin before standing there emotionlessly.

Peter took a few seconds before speaking up. He needed to remember what he had been planning to tell her, even if most of the words he thought of easily slipped his mind, which turned blank.

“I was just too embarrassed to talk to you and ended up chickening out and avoiding you instead” The boy blurted out restlessly, shyly looking up to her.

“And why on earth would you be embarrassed to talk to me, Pete?” Even if her tone remained annoyed and a little loud, the fact that she called him Pete was a good sign.

“I just…” He tried to look her in the eye, but the sight flustered him and he had to avert his glance. “I-I wanted you to teach me how to fight… train me to know how to fight…”

“How can you be so smart and so stupid at the same time!” It wasn’t even a question, but an exasperated exclamation.

Cautiously, he looked up to her and grinned widely when he noticed the ever so light smile forming in the corner of her lips.

“So… would you do it? Teach me how to fight?” He came out as tiny and self-conscious without even meaning to.

“I guess it’d be fun to have an excuse to kick your ass” In a better mood, Y/N giggled and nudged him friendly.

“I’ll take that as a yes” Peter laughed nervously, nibbling on his bottom lip.

“See you later then, Pete” Before she walked away, the girl left a kiss on his cheek.

Reddened and slightly embarrassed, he looked down and sighed in relief when she left. The second after, a very wide grin of pure happiness found home on his lips.

*

Peter fell heavily to the floor, grunting as Y/N immobilized him. Training with her was more interesting than he thought.

“Too slow” She smiled a little as she held him against the floor.

Peter shut his eyes tight when the feeling of the extreme closeness overwhelmed him a little. How she was basically resting her whole weight over him in a skillful karate-like hold. Then her hair fell over his cheek and tickled his skin, sending capricious butterflies to his stomach that took his breath away.

“Pete, you okay?” She worried when she saw the gesture, thinking he winced in pain.

Hurriedly, she put her hair away from her face to take a better look at him. Then she restlessly shook his shoulder.

He opened his eyes and stared at her. His fear became true, because his stomach squirmed even more at the sight of her gorgeous eyes shining and bright smile. Again.

“Yeah…” He sighed dreamily. “I just got out of breath for a moment”

“Sorry” Y/N reached out to hold his hand tight and pull at it to get him to his feet. “I pushed your back onto the ground too hard”

“That must be it, yeah” Doing his best to avoid locking eyes, he awkwardly scratched the back of his head.

“One would think you’d have learned by now” The girl teased him a little. “After all those classes”

“Guess I just don’t have the courage” Peter felt frustrated, he was mad at himself.

After a whole week of training with her, he still didn’t have the guts to confess. To tell her how he felt, not even to knock her over for a change. Because he didn’t want to put himself in that position, put himself so close to Y/N.

Peter shook his head and rolled his eyes at himself. It was all so stupid and childish, it was getting ridiculous!

“You sure you’re okay? You keep staring at me and zoning out” She frowned and took a few steps closer to him, reaching out to touch the side of his head. “Maybe you hit your head”

He involuntarily shivered at the touch, which was enough for him. He was fed up with feeling that way and having to hide everything. Something clicked within him and he was determined as ever.

The boy took her hand in his and fiercely fixed his eyes on her. He embraced it all instead of pushing it away. Peter held her hand close to his heart and sighed as though he was freed from a great burden.

Y/N tilted her head slightly in confusion. She opened her mouth to talk, but he surprised her so much that she found herself speechless.

Nimble and agile, Peter swept her off and pushed her to the ground carefully in a karate-like movement.

“Pete!” The girl exclaimed, shocked yet delighted.

“You know, Y/N?” He whispered without realizing even if he was quickly talking, almost rambling. “The real reason why I was avoiding you was because I’m madly in love with you. I’ve been dying to do this, so I’m gonna do it but you’re in your right to slap me afterwards if you want to”

“Wh-“ She began to speak, but was interrupted by Peter’s lips over hers.

None of them knew how long they were in that position for. Just that it lasted a few heartbeats, but that wasn’t too reliable since their hearts were speeding.

Then Peter went back to reality and stood up, taking Y/N with him as he did.

The boy just stared at her expectantly while she pursed her lips in silence.

He let out a huge breath that he had been holding in when she chuckled and dragged her glance over to him.

“Peter Parker!” Her tone was mildly annoyed as well as reprimanding. “Have you been lying to me about not knowing how to fight?”

“Is that really all you’ve got to say about it? No comments about the other thing whatsoever?” He laughed sarcastically. “You know, the kiss we just had?”

“So much for the genius” Y/N took a few steps closer to him, almost… flirtatiously. “You’re so stupid for someone so smart”

“You keep saying that…” He eyed her suspiciously, confused as to why she behaved like that.

“Don’t you think I knew how you felt all along?” The girl giggled at his behavior, amused by his surprise and shyness. “You aren’t exactly secretive about it…”

Defeated, Peter hung his head low in desperation. All the courage and determination he once had completely faded away. It was back to being unable to hold her glare again.

“Figures…”

“I never said that was something bad, though” Y/N, still giggly and flirtatious, held his chin and made him look up at her.

“What are you… Are you… Are you actually saying you like me back?”

She shrugged, coquettish, and showed him a charming and sweet smile.

“We’ll have to see” Without letting go of him, Y/N briefly pecked his lips.

Before she pulled away, however, she swept his feet so he fell to the floor. She giggled as she watched him lying there.

Dumbfounded and confused, but with a stupidly happy grin on his lips.