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procrastinatingsapphictrash · 4 years ago

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Can’t get over her

Word count: 5010

Genre: A little angst with a little fluff

Pairing: Natasha x fem!reader

Warnings: Little bit of swearing (let me know if I need to add more)

Summary: Reader has always had a bit of a crush on Natasha but it’s unrequited. She lets Tony and Wanda take her to a club and Nat starts acting differently.

A/N: This is not a request, I just felt like writing this story. I’m super nervous about this because I’m not sure if it’s very good but I thought I would post it in case anyone is interested. This is my first x reader fic and first Natasha/Marvel fic so I wasn’t sure how to write it. That being said I hope you enjoy, and if you do, I’m always open to take requests! Btw this is completely unimportant but even though this fic is a medium length, it’s the longest story I’ve actually completed so I feel proud of myself for that!

“Y/n!” A voice rang out loudly disrupting your sleep.

“Ughhhh,” you groaned, “what do you want?” Instead of an answer the door to your room gets thrown open loudly, allowing all the light to come in. You bury yourself under the blankets, partly to stop your eyes from seeing the light and partly to hide the fact that you were wearing Avengers themed pyjamas.

“Rise and shine sweetheart!” You hear Tony’s voice mock. Reluctantly you poke your head out of the blankets just enough so you can see and squint at your best friend/mentor just in time to see him rush off, probably to wake up another unfortunate avenger. When you first joined you never expected to like Tony at all, much less consider him your best friend or look up to him. You had heard rumors of him being inappropriate with women and while his jokes most certainly were and you did occasionally catch him staring at your boobs he never did anything creepy to make you uncomfortable and inside he was a good man, way more so than you expected.

All that in mind you decide to get out of bed to see why Tony woke you up because he (probably) wouldn’t wake you up for no reason. Taking a minute to change out of the avenger pyjamas and into some clothes as well as brush your hair you wander downstairs. On the way down you bump into Clint who unlike you has made absolutely no effort to look presentable and looks like he just rolled out of bed. You say a quick hello but he just grunts in return, not even looking at you. Inwardly laughing about how much Clint hates to be awake in the morning you continue downstairs to meet up with the rest of the avengers who are varying degrees of awake. Most seemed to be like you; awake and fairly alert but not happy about it. Clint was probably the most asleep and Tony the most awake considering he was practically bouncing off the walls. Looking around you see everyone except for Thor and Natasha. Thor wasn’t there very often because he wasn’t from earth and Natasha usually avoided group activities at all costs to your displeasure since you had a secret (not very secret) crush on the assassin.

“So why did you wake us up, at an ungodly hour may I add, and bring us down here?” You ask Tony, curious.

“That information is above your clearance level.” He replies somewhat sarcastically.

“Does anybody else know what is going on?” you ask. “Or did Tony wake me up for no reason, in which case I’m going back to bed.” They all shift guiltily on their feet except for Clint who seems to be still too tired to pay attention leading you to believe they are all up to something you wouldn’t like. Nobody answers your question so you glare around the room, your eyes landing on Steve. He almost squirms under your gaze and eventually seems to give in.

“I’m sorry Y/N, this wasn’t my idea and thinking back on it we probably shouldn’t-”

“We are giving you a makeover and finding you a date.” Tony cuts Steve off.

“Seriously??!??!??” You half shout. “What makes you think I want to go on some random date you guys set up? If I want to go on a date I can find one myself.”

“Y/N…” Wanda says softly, reminding you to stay calm.

“Don’t Y/n me,” you say, still angrily yet quieter, “I can find my own dates, thank you very much.” Tony gives a small snort of laughter in response to this.

“Sure you can kid. I mean it’s not like you haven’t been on a date in over two years. Or that you’re harboring a crush for our resident scary assassin that prevents you from dating others.” You glare at him but stay silent because all of what he said is true. In your head you excuse the not dating off as being busy because you are a hero yet almost everybody on the team is dating someone and it all seems to be working out fine.

“Look Y/n,” Tony says softly which is a rarity for him, “I know you wish something could happen between you and Romanoff but it hasn’t happened yet and likely never will. You need to get over her and back out there. Besides we weren’t planning on choosing your date for you, we were just planning to go clubbing later with you.”

“Ok,” you agree begrudgingly, “I’ll do it, I just don’t see the need to wake me up at 7 in the morning if we aren’t going out until tonight. Also does everybody need to be here right now?”

“I second that,” Clint says in a voice still rough from sleep, “just because I helped planning a little bit does not mean I had to wake up early to have this conversation. I’m going back to bed.”

Wanda rolls her eyes at him before turning to you, “No not everyone has to be here right now, Tony just got a little over excited. As for you, as we said we are giving you a makeover which means we have to go to the hair appointment I set up plus I was thinking we could go shopping since we almost never have time to. Besides Natasha gets back from her solo mission sometime later today, so we wanted to talk with you when she wasn’t around.”

“Ok,” you respond with a little bit of excitement, “when do we leave?”

“Right now! We can have brunch while we’re out!”

“Yes and then we can go get our nails done and gossip!” Tony says in a fake voice. Both you and Wanda turn to look at him exasperated. “Ok fine, maybe not but I am coming and we are gossiping. Also I need to find a good birthday present for Pepper’s birthday next week.”

“Well that’s good you’re coming because unless you want the same reaction as last year, you’re going to need a lot of help.” Wanda replies. You laugh a little as the three of you leave the tower, Wanda and Tony continuing their mock argument about Tony’s gift giving skills.

Five hours later and you severely regretted going along with their plan. You were already exhausted and still had so much to do before going clubbing. You had already bought an outfit plus a few others which wouldn’t be so bad except Wanda and Tony made you try on what you believed to be the whole store before they seemed satisfied with your look. You had also gotten your nails done and were currently finishing up a lovely brunch which consisted of waffles, maple syrup and some fruits. That would have been enjoyable if not for the fact that Tony and Wanda alternated between nagging you about not chipping a nail and teasing you about your pathetic love life. It was a well known fact in the tower that while they didn’t hate each other, Tony and Wanda didn’t usually get along well but that was probably for the best since together they were ruthless. They seemed to have decided that the time for brunch was over so sighing you followed them out of the restaurant after Tony paid the bill. That’s the one positive at least, all of it was free for you thanks to Tony.

Another five hours later and you could honestly say you were looking forward to the night more than you thought you would. You were currently looking in the mirror in your room and although usually you tended to be indifferent towards your body, sometimes even insecure, you had to admit that you looked pretty hot. The dress was in the perfect colour to bring out your eyes according to Wanda and although it was the perfect balance between classy and slutty, revealing a bit of skin and showing off your assets while still leaving it to the imagination. You also were carrying a black purse which matched your nails and shoes. Your makeup was perfectly done, naturally showing you beauty but adding a little extra glimmer. The thing you were most proud of however and the most noticeable change you had made was your hair. Before you had hair that when completely straight could reach your waist but now it was barely long enough to tuck behind your ears. When you first got to the hair salon you were planning on just trimming it and straightening in it but when you got in the chair something came over you and you just decided to chop it all off.

BANG! The door to your room barges open and Wanda comes flying in.

“Damn girl! You look hot as fuck!” You blush profusely at her words managing to stammer out a thank you. You have never been good at taking compliments because you always get a little shy and awkward.

Tony pokes his head around the doorframe and gives a whistle. “You are smoking hot Y/n, I mean if I didn’t have Pepper I would be all over you. You ready to go?” Not waiting for an answer he turns and starts towards the elevator. You follow but not before exchanging an eye roll with Wanda about Tony’s words. The elevator ride is short and smooth thanks to Tony’s engineering so you don’t have enough time to succumb to the urge of placing your hands on the bars and pushing while lifting your feet. The elevator beeps, Jarvis informing you that you’ve reached the ground level and the doors open. You step out ready to get on with your night but the sight of Natasha just back from a mission freezes you in your tracks.

“Hi,” you say lamely, “I thought you were supposed to get back earlier today?”

“We had some intel that wasn’t fully correct but luckily it didn’t take too long to fix. You look different, where are you heading off to?”

You glance at Tony and Wanda for help because for some reason you feel awkward telling her but they don’t seem to know what you want so you answer anyways. “We’re going clubbing, I’m kinda nervous since I haven’t been in awhile but Wanda helped me get ready-”

“Hey I helped too!”

You ignore Tony’s protest and continue to speak. “-and I think it should be fun. Also there will for sure be hot girls there which is always a plus.”

“Seems like it should be fun,” she responds in her monotone ‘I don’t care’ voice that you hate, “Good luck with the girls though, because your hair looked better long, I don’t like it like this.” You don’t usually get offended easily but you feel tears spring to your eyes at her comment. The only good part is that she doesn’t notice because she’s already walking away, swaying her hips, either not knowing or caring that she hurt you.

Tony and Wanda rush over to you. “Oh sweetie,” Wanda comforts while wrapping an arm around you, “don’t listen to her, that’s not true at all!”

“Then why would she say it?” You ask, careful to keep your voice from cracking because you hated showing when you were upset.

“I don’t know and honestly I don’t give a fuck.” Tony replies. “Just don’t think about it too much, the whole point of this night is to get over her anyways.” You give him a small smile at that. Tony is good with words which translates into being good at comforting people. You know he’s right so although the comment is still upsetting you do your best to push it out of your mind. Locking arms with both Tony and Wanda you pull them towards the door and into the waiting limo. You couldn’t help but smile at the way Tony ruffled your hair as you stepped in or how Wanda kept running her fingers over her arm in an attempt to be reassuring. You had the best friends.

The ride over seemed way shorter than it was supposed to be and before you knew it the limo was stopped to let the three of you out. You take a deep breath and wipe your sweaty palms on your dress before smiling and stepping out after Tony and Wanda. Nobody seems to have noticed the three of you yet which was a good thing. Being Avengers Tony and Wanda were pretty much celebrities and often got swarmed by groups of fans. Technically you were an avenger as well but like Natasha and Clint it was only because you were a Shield so while you did get recognized it wasn’t as often and only tended to happen if you were with other avengers. You make your way inside, splitting from Tony and Wanda at the door. The plan was for them to go to the bar and look over you from there while you went straight to the dance floor because you preferred to be anonymous tonight and they would ruin that and also you didn’t feel like getting drunk. That was the plan at least but you suspected that they would get too drunk to continue watching over you because it had been stressful lately with a lot of paperwork and they needed to unwind. Wanda had practically confirmed that fact when she gave you permission to leave without them.

You step over to the dance floor glancing around to see if there looked to be any single women already there. The reason you had chosen this club was because although it wasn’t lgbtq+ exclusive, it was open to everybody and therefore frequented by many members of the community.

Just as you were glancing around you felt a tap on your shoulder. “Wanna dance?” You spin around to find the most beautiful girl you’ve ever seen, apart from Natasha. It bothers you that you’re using Natasha as your standard and comparing other girls to her but you brush that off.

“I would love to!” At your response she takes your hand, pulling you into the crowd and starts to dance. You dance as well and slowly you lose track of time as you loosen up and your dancing with the girl becomes less and less innocent. You can feel yourself caring less about what Natasha thought although as great as this girl seemed to be you knew you weren’t ready for a relationship so you hoped she wasn’t looking for one. After what could be a couple of hours because you’ve completely lost track of time, you and the girl whose name you still don’t know head over to a corner of the room and take a seat on two of the stools that were provided.

“Hi, I feel like I should know your name by now, I’m Y/n.” You introduce yourself.

“Wait I thought you looked familiar!” She exclaims. “You’re the Y/n that’s a part of the avengers right?”

You awkwardly give a nod and gesture towards the bar where you can see Tony and Wanda who have obviously had at least a few drinks each. “Tony and Wanda came with me. They are just over there but I didn’t particularly want the spotlight tonight so I split from them at the door.”

“I understand, I must admit I have no desire to be famous. I’m Jamie by the way” She says with a cute little giggle before her mood seems to be more solemn. “I can’t believe I’m saying this to a literal avenger and if my friends find out they are going to kill me but I’m sorry if you’re looking for a relationship but I just got out of a serious relationship and am not ready for another one quite yet.”

You let out a relieved sigh. “I’m not looking for a relationship either, because I’m trying to get over my feelings for a friend.”

“Phew!” She replies. “But tell me more about this ‘friend’ of yours.” You take a minute to think before deciding that Jamie could be trusted. You begin to spill all about your feelings for Natasha and how she didn’t seem interested and what she said to you on your way here. Jamie listens sympathetically the entire time before telling you all about how she thought her ex was the one but it turns out she was emotionally abusive. Even though you just met you talk like old friends, offering advice on serious topics but also chatting about random things. You have 3 more drinks each and after every drink your barriers crumble more and more. Eventually you exchange numbers so you can meet up again although you both agreed it would be a platonic meetup. Just as you were giggling about a joke you couldn’t even remember, you saw Jamie tense up and a second later you felt a hand on your shoulder. You turn your head in anger expecting it to be some creepy guy trying to hit on you but it turns to confusion when you see Natasha.

“Can we talk?” She asks, giving Jamie a dirty look. “At the tower. Without her.”

“Why?” You ask. “I’m having fun here Nat.” You specifically say her name as you speak so Jamie knows who you’re talking to.

“Just come home.” She says not answering your question, instead tugging at your wrist lightly. You sigh not knowing what to do so you glance at Jamie for help.

She shrugs and then says, “I have a ride home planned if you want to leave, but I wouldn’t mind staying longer if that’s what you want.”

You make a quick decision in your head before responding, “Ok, we’ll go back to the tower but there better be a good reason.” You then turn to Jamie, “Text me when you get home so I know you’re safe, and then we can figure out when to hang out.”

“Of course,” she agrees leaning forwards to hug you while whispering in your ear, “good luck but remember not to let her treat you badly just because you’re in love with her.” You pull back from the hug and smile at her as Natasha’s hand moves down to your own as she starts walking, pulling you along with her. You can barely think straight, you have no idea what is going on with Natasha or why she’s acting so weirdly. You glance over to Tony and Wanda to see if they’ve noticed what’s going on but just as you suspected they were drunk out of their minds. If they were normal friends you would have worried about them but you knew Tony’s drivers would get them home safe because although Tony was more responsible with Pepper around this was not the first time they’ve had to haul his drunk ass back to the tower.

Natasha continues to pull you out the door and over to her parked motorcycle where she hands you a helmet and one of her leather jackets. Still not speaking she hops on and motions for you to get on behind her. You swing your leg over the side somewhat awkwardly and scoot forwards so you can grab onto her waist. Once she’s sure you’re secured properly she hits the gas, the motorcycle roaring as it starts. You’ve never been on her motorcycle before so at first you are a bit nervous but after a couple of minutes you start to feel more comfortable. At this point your only nerves come from holding Natasha and wondering what she wants to talk to you about and not the motorcycle ride. Compared to the ride over to the club, this ride feels like it’s taking forever as you start to go over all the important reasons Nat would want to talk to you. You still didn’t know how to feel about everything because she insulted you earlier and now is making you feel important. To protect your feelings you tell yourself that there is probably a mission or a meeting that came up last minute and this isn’t just Natasha wanting to talk. It’s improbable because if that was the case she would have outright said so but you can’t think of any more plausible reasons off the top of your head. Luckily before you can analyze her strange behavior anymore you reach the tower and after parking underground you follow Natasha upstairs into the main living area which is obviously deserted as it is now between 3 and 4 am.

“So why did you want to talk?” You ask, breaking the silence as you take a seat on the couch.

“Why did you go to a club?” She asks, also sitting down on the other end of the couch, avoiding your question.

A surge of anger floods through you and while you don’t shout, you raise your voice a little. “Answer the fucking question Nat. Or did you bring me all the way back just to ask that?”

She looks somewhat surprised that you raised your voice but she keeps hers even. “I just wanted to know. It looked like you were having fun with whoever that girl is.”

“Yeah I was.” You respond, still confused. “But how do you know that?”

Natasha avoids eye contact looking everywhere but you. “I was watching you.”

“YOU WERE WHAT?” You shout before lowering your voice to avoid waking up the whole tower. “Why the fuck were you spying on me?”

“I- I wasn’t.” She replies seemingly caught off guard by your tone of voice. “I wanted to make sure you were safe.”

“Tony and Wanda were with me.” You respond confused. There’s something she’s not telling you that’s making her act weird. She knew you could handle yourself so she obviously was not telling the truth, or at least omitting details. She hasn’t responded to your last statement, instead choosing to look at you in the weird way she does that makes you feel like you’re being interrogated. You decide that if she isn’t going to talk, you won’t either so you pull your phone out of your jacket to check it. You see a text from Jamie saying she got home ok with a little smiley face at the end that causes you to smile. You type back a quick reply, just saying you’re glad she’s safe and that you were with Natasha right now and were probably going to bed soon so you’d text her tomorrow. She wished you luck and goodnight with another little smiley face that made you smile again. Putting your phone away you look back up at Natasha only to find out she’s glaring at you.

Unsure of what could have changed her attitude towards you, you ask, “What?”

“Who were you talking to?” She asks ignoring your question for the second time tonight.

You sigh, “I don’t see how it’s any of your business but if you really must know I was just saying goodnight to the girl from the club, Jamie.”

“So that’s her name.” She says wrinkling her nose. Now you’re really confused as to what Natasha is thinking. You couldn’t tell on normal days but usually she acted rationally and never was like this.

“Why do you say it like that?” You ask.

“I don’t like her.”

“Why don’t you like her?”

“I just don’t.” She answers, offering no explanation. Although you do want to find out why Natasha doesn’t like her you’re too tired to spend the time asking questions so you stand up to go to bed.

“Where are you going?” She demands.

You sigh for what feels like the thousandth time of the night. “I’m going to bed. You wanted to talk to me but won’t actually talk, and when I ask you questions, instead of responding you insult my new friend.”

“Friend?” She questions.

“Jamie.” You say confused because you thought the answer was obvious.

“Oh.” She responds, “I’m sorry, please stay.” You think about it for a second, deciding to stay so you go to sit down again, but before you do Natasha scoots over to your end of the couch pulling you down into her side. Your entire body freezes up because you’re so unsure of what to do. Natasha never initiated physical contact of any kind but now she was practically hugging you. Seeming to realize how uncomfortable you were, she quickly moves away.

“Sorry,” she mutters, “That was stupid.”

“No, no, it’s fine, you can come back.” You respond quickly. As much as you were uncomfortable, it felt really nice to have her by your side. She somewhat shyly shifts back over to you but this time instead of wrapping her arm around your shoulders she nuzzles into your side, maneuvering your arms so they wrap around her. You have no idea what’s going on right now but you can’t help but smile as you look down at her. She looks cute and relaxed, with her hair covering parts of her face. Thinking about her hair reminds you of her opinion of your new haircut. You bite your lip nervously as you debate asking her about that or not. You definitely don’t want to ruin the cuddly mood that she’s in now but the comment still bothers you, not to mention you never actually found out why she took you home from the club.

“Um Natasha?” You ask in a timid voice. “Is my haircut really that bad?”

“Of course not, I think it suits you.” She responds smoothly. “I lied to you earlier.”

You smile at that. “Thank you but why?”

She takes a deep shaky breath before speaking. “Promise this won’t change anything between us first, that we will stay friends.”

“Ok,” You respond, earnest but confused, “I promise.”

“I didn’t like the idea of you going clubbing and coming home with some one night stand or even worse a girlfriend because I have feelings for you. So I was childish and took out my frustrations on you by pretending I didn’t like you. I’m sorry.” She’s looking up at you now, the most nervous you’ve ever seen her. Your mind is exploding with this new information and your heart feels so happy you can’t even believe what is going on.

“Is that why you were watching me with Jamie at the club and then told me you had to talk to me?”

“Yeah”

After a few more seconds of shocked silence that feels like hours to Natasha you finally speak. “I know I promised that this wouldn’t change anything between us but I don’t think it can be the same.” She starts to pull away from your side but before she can you lean over and press your lips against hers. At first you are hesitant but once she starts kissing back you gain confidence, the kiss getting more heated. After a minute or two you both pull away to catch your breath, smiling at each other.

Natasha lightly swats you on the arm. “You’re evil.” You giggle a little in response. “I was so worried for a second there, I thought you would be weirded out by that.” She continues also giggling slightly.

“I’m surprised you didn’t know that I had feelings for you,” you confess to her, “it was actually Tony and Wanda’s idea for me to go out because we all thought you didn’t like me so they thought it was a good idea to get over you.”

“Well that plan failed,” she says smirking, “I guess you can’t get over me.”

You look at her and yawn. “No I guess I can’t.”

At your yawn she glances at the clock. “We better get you to bed, it’s almost the time Steve wakes up for training.” You would like to spend more time with Natasha but you’re too tired to argue so you just nod and follow her as she pulls you up and leads you to your room, holding your hand the whole way. Inside your room she sits on your bed while you change, politely looking away. Once you’re in pyjamas you hold a pair out to her and she looks at you confused.

“Do you want to stay the night?” You ask her. She eagerly nods, accepting the pyjamas as you open your covers and crawl into bed. As soon as she’s done she turns off the lights and hops in behind you, spooning you. You sigh as you feel her plant a kiss on the back of your head. You can barely keep your eyes open and although you still haven’t talked about exactly what your new relationship with Natasha was yet, you were excited for what was to come. Your last thought before you drifted off to sleep was complete bliss as Natasha kept planting soft kisses on the back of your neck, head and shoulders.

The next morning you hear a loud pounding at your door. You groan and slowly gain consciousness, smiling as you remember last night and the redhead still cuddling you. Just like yesterday Tony doesn’t bother to wait for you to answer and instead barges straight in. His eyes widen when he sees the two of you spooning and he starts to splutter. You laugh at him with Natasha until he shouts for the other avengers to come. Multiple pairs of footsteps make your way to your bedroom and you see the shocked faces of a few of the other avengers, including Wanda, Steve and Clint.

“What,” Natasha says speaking up, “can’t a girl cuddle with her girlfriend in peace?” Steve immediately apologizes, ushering everyone out of the room and closing the door.

You raise your eyebrow. “Girlfriends?”

“I assumed so, if you want.” She responds.

“I like the sound of that...girlfriend.” You both smile at each other. You definitely did not complete your goal of getting over Natasha and instead fell further in love but you were totally ok with that.

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angelikook · 4 years ago

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How to Find Your Soulmate

Pairing(s): Non-idol!Namjoon x reader

Genre: Tooth-rotting fluff, teensy bit of angst

Word Count: 10.2k

Warning(s): None

Summary: Where a journey to find his soulmate took a different turn.

A/n I wrote this as a spur in the moment thing, but it surprisingly came out really well.

The familiar sound of keys jiggling from his front door was a sure sign that he was about to lose whatever amount of peacefulness in his tiny apartment. As he braced himself for what was about to come, the door swung open and came in the person he had been waiting for.

Y/n was her name. Peculiar, wild, and random. Her hair basically could represent her entire personality. Unruly, messy, and out of control. She'd been a loner for most of her lifetime. Definitely a big believer in “I’m a strong independent woman who doesn’t need no man”.

It also came as a surprise to Namjoon when he couldn’t help but to be attached to her a long time ago when they were kids. And ever since that, he had gained a new best friend. Or more like the best friend since he didn’t have that many best friends to begin with.

“Joon, let’s go! We have things to do.” Y/n grabbed on his arm and tried to pull him up from his slouched position on his couch. The couch that became worn out so quickly for its rather frequent use whenever he was stressed.

In his defense, it wasn’t his fault that the couch was so comfy.

Failing to pull him up, Y/n groaned in frustration. “Come on! There’s a bazaar downtown that I wanna check. Can’t have me go alone at this time, right?”

“I don’t wanna get up. Let’s just watch Netflix,” he said as he turned on the TV.

Y/n snatched the remote from his hand and turned the TV back off. “Nope. Let’s go. Tomorrow is Saturday anyways, you can watch the TV all you want.”

Namjoon sighed. “What do I get for this?”

Y/n grinned and cupped her cheeks. “You get to spend time with me.”

“Ugh, I don’t want that,” he teased as he pulled himself up from the couch. “I'm tired of seeing your face.”

“You, mister.” She jabbed her finger at him. “Owe me a boba tea, remember? Now is the perfect time to redeem yourself.”

“Remind me not to wake you up again on Sunday mornings.” He shuddered at the memory of seeing bed headed Y/n screaming on top of her lungs, telling him not to wake her up from her beauty sleep or whatever.

“Are you seriously wearing that, though?” he asked as he eyed Y/n’s outfit.

She still wore the same outfit that she had worn since this morning. There was a noticeable coffee stain on her left cufflinks, indicating she probably had bumped her mug with her hand by accident. Her skirt was already crinkled especially on the bottom part. Disclaimer, he totally did not just check her out. Her heels made her feet red and look swollen. They clearly cut off her circulation, but somehow she insisted on wearing them anyways, claiming that she felt sexy and smart and beautiful in them.

“They look uncomfortable,” Namjoon had commented one day after noticing how her heels made Y/n walk weirdly. “Why don’t you just wear sneakers?”

Y/n scoffed, as if what he had said was ridiculous. “Real women don't wear sneakers to work, Joon.”

“Whatever you say, Y/n.” Namjoon had tried hard to stop the urge of rolling his eyes.

Ever since that, he didn’t even want to talk about her heels. “Let her suffer if she wanted that,” he always reminded himself.

Y/n walked to his full-length mirror inside his room and stared at herself. “What’s wrong with this?”

“Just change into more comfortable clothes,” Namjoon said from the living room. “You’d look out of place."

With that, Y/n closed the bedroom door behind her and grumbled. “This is perfectly fine. People do go out after work to a bazaar.”

She actually said more than that. Way more. But at this point, he didn’t even bother to listen to her. It wasn’t like this was his first time ignoring her blabbers. And he was pretty sure she was used to it, too.

Minutes later, Y/n came out to the living room wearing Namjoon’s hoodie and sweatpants. She even managed to find a pair of his sandals that he thought was gone. Sure her outfit now swallowed her, but at least it was more comfortable.

“Alright, let’s go!” was the last thing she said before they left his apartment.

A boba tea and a corn dog later, Namjoon and Y/n were walking aimlessly. They were just following the direction other people were taking, not really sure themselves where they would end up.

“Aren’t you glad I forced you out of that stuffy apartment?”

“Nope. I still rather be on my couch.”

Y/n frowned. “What?” She gestured to their surroundings. “This is so much better.” She saw a small bench and sat on it, gesturing to him to sit beside her. “I think you need to take a breather and just relax, my dude. Whatever problems you have at work, they don’t exist for now.”

“It’s easy for you to say that.”

Y/n slurped hard on her drink, trying to get as many bobas as possible into her mouth. “You-”. Chew. “-think too much-”. Chew. “-of things you can’t-”. Chew. “-control.”

“Okay, finish your drink first. That’s disgusting.”

Y/n laughed while trying to stop her bobas from coming out of her mouth. After succeeding to suppress her laughter, she chewed on the bobas thoroughly before swallowing them.

“You’re an overthinker who misses on great things in life just because you’re too caught up in your problems. And when you realize you missed those things, it’ll be all too late.” Y/n then continued finishing her drink in silence while he was registering what she just said.

He was so focused on his thoughts to the point he didn’t even realize when Y/n had left him to find a trash can. He was only drawn back to reality when Y/n came to him running and yelling his name in excitement.

Y/n spoke in rapid speed to the point she sounded like speaking gibberish. The only thing he heard was “fortune teller” before Y/n yanked on his hand and dragged him to a small kiosk.

The kiosk was mostly empty. No customers were surrounding it unlike other kiosks. But it wasn’t what set it apart from the others. It was the big letters in front of it that read “fortune teller” in big bold text. Inside, there was only one woman sitting, unmoving, seemingly reading something, a book maybe.

Aware of his and Y/n’s presence, the fortune teller looked up from the book and smiled at them both. Unlike what the media portrayed fortune tellers were, that they were scary and mysterious, her smile was warm and friendly.

“Is there something I can do?” The fortune teller closed the book and stood up.

“Yes!” Y/n replied. “My friend here-” She gestured to Namjoon “-wants to know his future.” After a few seconds of pause, she added, “And about his soulmate too, please.”

Before he could respond, the fortune teller beat him to it. “Very well.” The fortune teller cracked her knuckles before staring deep into his eyes. Her gaze somehow made him feel naked, vulnerable.

They hold their gaze for a while. As seconds became minutes, he felt breathless, and hot. The gaze that at first was soft but strong, became sharper and almost felt painful. But not long after, the fortune teller focused back at Y/n who stood still beside him, gawking at her. He could finally let out a breath that he didn’t realize he had been holding.

“From what I can tell, your friend is on the right track. He’s doing well, but he won’t be if he can’t appreciate the simple things in life,” the fortune teller explained. “As for his soulmate, he already knows who they are, he even knows where they are. The only thing left for him to do is just to figure it out within himself.”

The thing was, he didn’t believe in fortune tellers, astrology, and whatnot. He never even cared about things like that. But seeing Y/n’s grin and the glint in her eyes as she thanked the fortune teller and gave her a tip, he didn’t say anything against it. As much as Y/n called him boring, he wasn’t the type to burst people’s bubble of happiness.

Throughout the walk to Y/n’s apartment, she kept talking about what the fortune teller had said.

“Gosh, I can’t believe you know who your soulmate is.” Y/n lightly punched on his arm. “You never tell me anything.”

Namjoon shrugged. “What’s there to talk about? I don’t know who my soulmate is either. I apparently need to figure it out myself.”

“I know what we can do!”

This sounded like he was about to be in for a bad time. “What?”

“Let’s go do something different! Maybe you'll find your revelation or whatever.”

He really wanted to scoff. “How does that even work?”

“Don’t know. But it's worth a try. Do you want to figure out who your soulmate is or not?”

Of course he did. “Of course I do. What kind of question... ”

Y/n clapped her hands together. “Good! Tomorrow I’ll pick you up. Get ready for a week full of surprises.”

“Wait what? I never signed up for this.”

Y/n rolled her eyes. “You did sign up. You said you want to find your soulmate.”

“But not tomorrow!” he raised his voice in frustration. “We have work on Monday.”

“Just call your boss that you’ll be gone for a week.”

“I can’t do that.”

“Dude, bro, my guy, you need to live in the moment. Plus, you haven’t taken a leave in years. Years, Namjoon.”

He inhaled long and hard before exhaling it slowly. His best friend seriously was going to be the death of him.

“Please.” Y/n looked up at him. He suddenly became aware of the massive height difference they had.

It wasn't that Y/n was short. She said it herself that she was the average height although he didn’t really believe that. She just looked so tiny compared to him. But, on the other side, Namjoon was quite tall for a guy around his age.

He groaned. “Ugh, not the puppy eyes. Seriously.”

“Does that mean I win?” There was a soft gleam of hope in her eyes.

Namjoon was a strong man. At least, that was what everyone who knew him had said about him. So it was weird for the always composed and well mannered man to have a weakness. And to have that weakness took in the form of his childhood best friend was even weirder. What in his best friend that didn’t exist in literally anything that could melt his heart like no other? Puppies and kittens could never even compare. His cute bonsais, too, couldn’t even compare.

He might never find the answer to that. Heck maybe he found out about his soulmate before he could answer that. He could only shook his head in disbelief as Y/n put her bunny headband on his hair.

It was Saturday at 8 a.m, the morning after the fortune teller incident. Y/n simply invited herself into his apartment while he was still in the shower. It was one of the things he regretted after giving her the keys to his apartment. It was meant to be used during emergencies, not for her getting all cozy here and thinking this was her place.

He was walking out of the bedroom, fully dressed and ready for the day, when he heard a sizzling sound coming from the kitchen. He stepped closer to the kitchen and as it came into view, he saw Y/n cooking with her back facing him.

He thought he was being quiet, but apparently not because Y/n turned around and greeted him with a beaming smile.

"Morning! I'm making you some omelette and there's coffee on the table." She pointed at the mug on the table with smoke still puffing out of it. "Exactly two teaspoons as you like it." Then she continued cooking as if nothing had happened.

He was speechless as he looked at the mess in his kitchen. Egg shells on the floor, ketchup smeared all over the kitchen counter, and some puddles on the floor could be seen. It was as if a tornado just came.

“What is all this?” he asked when he finally found his voice.

Y/n carefully plated the omelette before proudly putting the plate beside the coffee. “This is what I call breakfast. Bet you usually only drink coffee in the morning.”

“No, that’s not what I mean. Look at the kitchen, Y/n! Who’s gonna clean up after this?”

Y/n took a look around the kitchen with a readable and all too familiar facial expression.

“I know what you’re gonna say,” Namjoon said as he took a seat. “And to that, I say, I don’t want to clean up your mess. You clean it up.”

She lifted her hands in surrender. “Fine, geez. A thank you would be nice.”

“You not making a mess would be appreciated.”

“Touché."

Usually when he had coffee in the morning, he felt that adrenaline rush. The kind that made you feel giddy, restless, and even made you tremble. This time, thanks to Y/n's cooking, he didn’t feel any of those. He was tempted to tell Y/n about this, but in the end, he just kept it to himself. He didn’t want to fuel her ego. It wasn’t a very good idea to do that so early into this “Journey to Find Namjoon’s Soulmate” or whatever Y/n had called it last night.

Even if he told him all those things, chances were she wasn’t going to listen to him as she was busy admiring her work on his hair. The bunny headband finally put on properly and held his hair away from his face.

“Have you ever put on a face mask before?” Y/n handed him a face mask.

“Umm, no.”

“Let me put it on you.” She smiled as she took back the face mask from his hand.

Within seconds, her trained hands successfully put the face mask on his face. And not long after, her face was also wearing one.

“We’re matching!” Y/n grinned at him. “Let’s take a selfie,” she said as she pulled out her phone.

He wasn’t big on selfies, he didn’t even remember the last time he took one. But seeing the huge smile on his best friend’s face was enough for him to reluctantly agree.

He forced a smile at the camera. He realized it looked awkward as Y/n shoved their photo in front of his face to show him the result. It looked even more ridiculous with the bunny headband on top of his head. However, the girl looked like she didn’t mind as she kept babbling on about how this was their first selfie in years and she wanted to upload it so bad.

“-will ask me about you. And what’s going to happen to me when you date one of them?”

A silence followed her ramblings until he realized she just asked him a question.

He cleared his throat. “First of all, just because I’m dating, doesn’t mean you can’t still be my best friend. Second of all, isn’t the purpose of this… adventure is to find my soulmate?”

Y/n eyes widened in realization. “You’re right! I’m gonna post it then.” As she was about to hit the post button on her phone, she looked at him. “Wait. What should I caption it?”

20 minutes later, when the once cold mask was no longer cold and it started to dry a bit, Y/n carefully peeled the mask from both their faces.

“What do you feel?” Y/n asked expectantly.

Namjoon didn’t even know how to answer that. Truth to be told, these skin care products never really made an impactful difference on his skin, hence the reason he didn’t have a skin care routine. The most he ever did was just wash his face with a face wash and even that was a leftover he found in his sister’s old room a few weeks after she left for uni. A side note, don’t even ask him why he was in her room, he wouldn’t answer it truthfully. His parents would probably say that he missed her, but he knew it wasn’t true… right?

The lack of response from him was enough for Y/n to catch on what he was feeling.

“You don’t feel anything, huh?”

“Wetness on my face.” His answer sounded more like a question.

“You’re unbelievable. Well, since today is just the first day, I’ll let it go. But, the correct answer to that is refreshed, Joon,” Y/n explained in exasperation as she scratched her head.

“What does that have to do with finding my soulmate?”

“You might find out your soulmate faster if you’re not stressed,” Y/n said as a matter-of-factly.

He sighed. “You know what, I don’t even bother to argue with you.”

“Cause you know I’m right.”

That night when he was about to fall asleep, when he was only half-aware of his surroundings, the memory of today’s activity played in his mind. The messy kitchen as his best friend attempted to make him breakfast. Her proud smile as she served his food. The focused look on her face when he was putting on her headband and the face mask on him. And lastly, the tired smile she offered him as she said goodbye when the day ended after they binge watched on Netflix. For the first time in years, he fell asleep with a smile plastered on his face.

The next morning on Sunday, he woke up much earlier than usual. He even woke up feeling energized. He could even feel anticipation bubbling inside of him. The last time he felt like this was when he was around 9 and his parents gave him tickets to Disneyland as a birthday gift. Simply put, he felt like a kid again, waiting for great things that were about to happen today.

As he smiled at the memories of his childhood, he couldn’t help but realize that maybe Y/n was right all along. She always nagged on him because all he did was to mope around on his old couch and get drunk when things got too hard.

“Live in the moment, dude,” she had said multiple times. “You worry too much like an old man who fears the end of the world.”

What a great metaphor, Y/n.

Just like the day before, Y/n entered his apartment without notice. But this time, instead of being in the shower, he was already dressed and waiting for her. He could feel his heart beat get faster when he heard the door being opened.

Y/n widened her eyes in surprise before she smirked. “I like the energy. Let’s just go, then!”

For the second activity in The Journey to Find Namjoon’s Soulmate, Y/n took him to an…

“Animal shelter?” Namjoon asked in disbelief.

Y/n nodded. “I want to see cute animals.”

“We can just go to the zoo.”

“It’s expensive. And they don't really care about animals."

Ever since the start of their friendship, he could never win against her wittiness. So this wasn’t really a rare occurrence where she said an argument so wrong yet so right.

“But a zoo is intended for exactly that purpose. Rather than you playing with those sheltered animals but not adopting one of them in the end,” Namjoon explained.

“Oh, shush. Stop being a party-” Y/n’s eyes suddenly caught a puppy running towards her. “Oh my God, come here, baby!” she yelled as she scooped the puppy up in her arms.

For a few minutes, it was just Y/n cooing at the puppy and he was just eyeing her in amusement. He knew that she would go mushy and all excited around animals, so he couldn’t really blame her for seemingly forgetting about him. Plus, he didn’t want to miss out on seeing Y/n using baby voices to talk to the animals.

His amusement was interrupted when Y/n abruptly shoved the puppy towards him.

“Wha-? I don’t-”

“Just take it. We’re here for you, not me.”

Namjoon sighed in defeat as he accepted the puppy into his arms. Its tail wagging so fast, going for miles per second, to the point he could feel its body shaking from the impact. Its big eyes looking up at Namjoon in… adoration? Maybe going to the shelter might be one of his favorite activities from now on.

They only went home after an entire day spent at the shelter. Namjoon was tired, he almost couldn’t keep his eyes open, but Y/n was probably more tired than him cause she kept running around to chase every puppy and kitten she saw.

He tried to stop her, knowing she would get tired, but she said, “Each one of them deserve love, okay,” before running around yet again.

Now as they sat in the bus on their way home, he saw out of the corner of his eyes Y/n’s head bobbing down every once in a while, following the motion of the bus. He snorted while he tried to hold his laugh. What he had thought would happen, really happened.

Feeling bad because he knew that would feel uncomfortable, he lightly directed Y/n’s head to rest on his shoulder. Instinctively, Y/n snuggled further into his shoulder to make herself more comfortable and when she was finally satisfied, she sighed.

This awfully looked like he was going to have a guest tonight.

The third day was on a Monday. He knew he was weird, Y/n had told him repeatedly, but he really liked Mondays. For him, it was finally the day in which he could do something about his problems at work that he just left off on Friday.

“I swear, you’re literally the personification of weird,” Y/n had commented one day.

To be honest, he didn’t really care if he was really what she had said. Can’t someone like something without being judged?

Right after they both woke up and had breakfast, Y/n went back to her apartment to get ready for the day.

Before leaving, she instructed him to find light clothes as they were going to spend time outdoors for the day. Exactly like what she said, he chose to wear an old t-shirt he had owned since he was in college and khaki shorts he found at the pit of his wardrobe.

“I hope they have mint choco flavor!” Y/n jumped up and down in excitement as they got closer to the ice cream parlor.

“Ew, why do you even like to eat cold toothpaste?” Namjoon asked rhetorically.

Y/n gasped. “What is this mint choco slander? You, mister, have never tasted life until you eat mint choco ice cream.”

“No, thanks. I bet I’d taste death eating those.”

Flabbergasted, Y/n stopped in her tracks and glared at him. “You-”

He quickly cut her off, “Let’s not continue the argument before there’s a bloodbath.”

Y/n chuckled proudly. “Because you know it’d be your blood that’ll be spilled.”

“Um, no,” he interjected. “I think you mistake your blood with mine.”

“Really? You wanna fight?” Y/n took a fighting stance in front of him in which Namjoon just grabbed her elbow and pulled her to walk again.

"Stop that! The kids will think you're one of them," he mumbled.

They were at a busy park surrounding a lake. Kids were running all around the place. Some parents tried to chase them but some went as far as scolding them. A small portion of parents even just let their kids disappear into the crowd of people. He doubted those parents even care about their kids.

He never knew such a place like this existed. During the three days he spent on this journey, he had learned and knew more things than all of his life experiences combined. Maybe he’d have to thank Y/n after they reached the end of this journey.

“I start to think this journey is just your excuse to have a holiday.”

“No way. This is totally 100% for you. Speaking of that, do you already have an idea who your soulmate might be?”

Namjoon shook his head as he opened the door to the ice parlor and gestured to her to enter first. “Just get your damn ice cream.”

There was a long line of people waiting to order, but soon enough, it was their turn.

Even before the cashier could greet them, Y/n already blurted out a question. “Do you have mint choco flavour?”

“We’re unfortunately ran out of it. Maybe you want to try mocha instead?”

Y/n pouted in disappointment as she was trying to find the next best flavor in the menu.

Though mint choco ice cream was his mortal enemy, he couldn’t help but to feel a pang of sadness upon seeing his best friend’s reaction. There was nothing worse than having your first choice unavailable.

“You know what? I changed my mind, bubblegum is now my favorite,” Y/n commented as they walked out of the parlor. A cup of bubblegum flavored ice cream in Y/n’s hand and the vanilla one in Namjoon’s. “Goodbye, mint choco.”

“See? You’re finally agreeing with me.”

“Yeah, but for different reasons. I still think it tastes good, but bubblegum is better. It’s a good thing they ran out of mint choco.”

“Your taste in ice cream is weird.”

“Why would they make these flavors then if not for me to enjoy?” she argued as she put more ice cream into her mouth. She closed her eyes and hummed in content. “I haven’t had ice cream in weeks. I miss how cold it feels.”

“I think you’re exaggerating.” There was no way, in his opinion, not even in alternate universes where she could stand not eating ice cream for weeks. She had a sweet tooth and couldn’t stand not eating ice cream in weeks, at least that was what he knew since the start of their friendship.

“Nope. These past few weeks, my boss has been giving me double the amount of work. I have to work overtime and by the time I’m off work, all ice cream places have closed. So I’m gonna savour all of this as much as I can. God knows when I can get ice cream again.”

Shortly after she said that, a kid, approximately around 9 years old, bumped into Namjoon and accidentally made him drop his ice cream. The kid, unaware of what just happened, just mindlessly bowing and saying sorry before running again to chase his friends.

“Oh no!” Y/n squatted down near the sorry sight of his ice cream.

Before he even registered what was happening, she handed him her ice cream. “Hold it for me.”

Instinctively, he held her ice cream. “Y/n, there’s no need for that. We can find the cleaning service and ask them to clean it.”

He didn’t know whether she was purposely ignoring him or she was so focused to the point she didn’t hear him. All he knew was the fact that she kept on cleaning up as best as she could. And that there was nothing he could do to stop her.

A few minutes later, Y/n jumped up from her squatting position. “All done!” She tossed the now dirty tissue in a trash can nearby.

She thanked Namjoon and took her ice cream back from him. But instead of eating it herself, she scooped some with the spoon and directed it in front of his face.

He must have looked bewildered because Y/n smiled and spoke, “We must share since you lost yours.”

He could swear when she said that, he felt warmth all around his body, originating from his chest. She just said she missed ice cream, yet when he lost his, she didn’t hesitate to share it.

“No, but thanks.”

Y/n frowned and softly touched the tip of the spoon to his lips. Reluctantly, he let her spoon-feed him.

“You said you want to savour it?” he asked after he swallowed.

Her answer, however, was something he never expected coming out from her mouth.

“What’s sweeter than eating ice cream is sharing it with your best friend.”

He swore he almost broke into tears at her words.

He knew how much she loved sweet foods. She even frequently ran to him crying when her brother ate all of her chocolate when they were kids. She broke many friendships because they didn’t want to accept her overpriced candies as presents. Heck, even a moment ago they were arguing about ice cream flavors!

This was a new side of Y/n that he just saw. A side she never showed him before, her best friend slash her only friend. He felt like he was learning more about Y/n than he was about his future soulmate.

So that was how their third day ended. Namjoon and her sitting on a bench facing the lake as they take turns to take a bite of her ice cream.

On Tuesday, the fourth day, Y/n had the genius idea of going on a road trip. It was a huge problem, because one: he couldn’t drive, and two: he wasn’t about to let Y/n drive for hours on end.

“This doesn’t sound like a very good idea,” Namjoon said for the millionth time that morning as Y/n stuffed their luggages into the tiny trunk in her tiny car. “Plus, I don’t think your car can withstand long hours on the road.”

"Shush." She forcefully closed the trunk. "You can't drive, therefore you don't deserve to have an opinion."

The car in question was a 2010 car that originally was owned by Y/n’s dad and given to her when she got a driver’s license. Please note that Y/n had told him long ago that she actually didn’t drive that much and probably wouldn’t need a car since she enjoyed taking the bus to work. Nevertheless, she refused to sell the car when she was in need of money after moving out of her parents’ house. She had said, and Namjoon still remembered it clearly, that, “I want to keep this bad boy until he’s an antique, then I want to sell him to the highest bidder, so I can be rich."

‘Okay’, Namjon had thought, ‘but antique cars are usually just sitting in the garage, not being overworked like Y/n’s.’ However, he never said anything, so Y/n automatically had thought she won again against him.

Minutes later, they were already on the road, going nowhere in particular. Namjoon was still steadfast in his stance. This wasn’t going to end well.

But what if he could persuade her to turn the car around by another means? He wasn't going to pass up this opportunity, so he tried again.

"Won't you be tired? Sleepy?" asked him.

"I'm not weak, Namjoon. Contrary to what you see me as, I'm as strong as you are, if not stronger."

"I lift three times a week." His words sounded more like a question.

"I walk up the stairs to the fifth floor multiple times a day."

Okay, this wasn't where the conversation was supposed to flow, but he wasn't going to back down.

"It's not my fault your apartment is crappy," he clapped back. “They can’t even fix their damn lift.”

"They will get it fixed soon, don't worry."

"That's what they said months ago!"

"Then what do you want me to do?" she challenged him.

"Find a new apartment!"

"They're all expensive. Plus, I’ve lived there since college, I’m kinda attached to it."

"You're a hopeless cause," he mumbled quietly, she probably didn't hear him.

After a few seconds of silence, Namjoon tried again, this time using another different approach.

"What if something terrible happens?"

"No, it won't. Relax. Chill. You're worrying too much. Why don't you just take a nap?"

"You're too chill, Y/n. We go out to nowhere without booking-"

"It's okay, really."

“How?” he asked, exasperated of how calm she was when they were about to go somewhere empty handed and with no planning whatsoever.

“How? Umm, I was on a road trip once.”

He wasn’t convinced. “When? You never tell me anything about it.”

“I don’t need to tell you everything I do! It was when I was 12. My dad and uncle took me along with them to go around the country.”

“12 years old, Y/n! You were 12. Now you’re in your 20s.” Namjoon wasn’t amused at all at this point. “Turn the car around now!”

“What? No!” Y/n exclaimed. “This is an important part of the journey. Being at a place you’re familiar with won’t help you dig deeper into yourself. You’d just be too preoccupied with your problems.” Then Y/n finished her speech off with a quiet mumble, “You’ll never find anything new by being in your comfort zone.”

Namjoon hated once again at how right her words were. He really wanted to argue with her, but she was right. Being on his couch all day, doing the same things everyday, wouldn’t change anything in his life.

He took a deep breath to calm himself down. “Fine, okay, you win. Happy?”

Out of the corner of his eyes, Y/n grinned. “Very.”

That night they arrived at a small motel that probably only had like 10 rooms at most. It had a homey feeling, but the stench coming from the lobby, though. It was unbearable for him.

As they dragged their suitcases while they were trying to find their room amidst the numberless doors, Namjoon asked Y/n, “Why are we in this crappy motel again?”

To answer that, Y/n shrugged. “Don’t know. I just saw the signs and went straight in.”

“Didn’t you smell something at the receptionist?”

They finally arrived in front of their room. They didn’t actually know it was their room, but based on the instructions that the creepy receptionist just gave them, there was a high chance this was it.

Y/n answered as she opened the door. “Yeah. The receptionist actually whispered to me that they just finished eradicating rats. He said there was an infestation in the lobby.”

He couldn’t help but to grimace while following her into the room. She had been told about all of that and she still decided to rent a room. He would never understand her way of thinking even after years of friendship.

As if she could read his mind, she spoke, “Don’t worry. All the rats were successfully killed and all of them were in the lobby. We’re safe.”

“How do you know?”

“I asked him. I’m not stupid, Joon.”

He raised his hands in surrender. “Geez, chill. I just asked you a question.”

And that was how their fourth day concluded.

For the first time since the start of the journey, Namjoon finally initiated an activity on the fifth day.

He managed to browse on his phone for things they could do, eat breakfast with whatever food they had, and even pack lunch for the both of them before Y/n even woke up.

When she woke up, he hesitantly asked her to go hiking. Throughout the journey this far, he only followed wherever she wanted to go, so he didn’t really expect the reaction that he got from her after proposing his idea.

She widened her eyes as she digested his words and her breakfast. “Hiking? Where?”

“Behind this motel, there’s a small hill. What do you think?”

Y/n nodded a little too enthusiastically. “Let’s go. Spending a day with nature doesn’t hurt.”

Oh, how wrong she was.

The idea was for them to hike together, maybe even side by side, as they enjoyed the view. But instead, Namjoon left her a solid 50 meters.

Perhaps it was because he was taller, therefore he had longer legs and strides, or because he was excited, so he walked faster, or even both. No one really knew for sure, not even him.

“Joon!” she called once again in the span of less than 5 minutes. “Don’t walk too fast!”

Namjoon sighed as he stopped in his tracks, waiting for her to catch up with him. She was lucky she was his only best friend or he would’ve strangled her by now because of her naggings.

Quite a surprise to himself, when she finally caught up with him, he squatted down and ordered her to ride on his back. He wasn’t sure what had possessed him, but he just went with it. Maybe his unconscious thought that she would quit complaining if she was on his back. There was only one way to find out.

“Why? I can walk on my own.” She wiped the sweat on her forehead with a tissue.

He scoffed. “You look like you’re about to pass out any second. Just shut up and let me carry you.”

He didn’t know what he had expected from giving someone a piggyback ride and that someone to be Y/n, but he was sure a strangling grip around his neck wasn’t part of the deal.

“Can you-” Gasp. “-not strangle me?”

Y/n immediately let go of him. The warmth of her embrace suddenly disappeared. “Oops. Sorry.”

Once they arrived at the top, Y/n jumped off his back. “Woah, this is so cool.” She pointed at the motel that now looked small. “That’s our motel!” she exclaimed.

They found a large flat rock that they both could sit on and ate lunch together.

As she munched on her food, she asked, “Have you figured out who your soulmate is?”

“Not yet. I start to think this doesn’t work.”

“Good things take time, my dude.”

Oh, how he really wished it was true.

“Hey,” Y/n’s voice interrupted his thoughts. “Do you know that I always wanted to tick off ‘hiking’ from my wishlist?”

“The wishlist you had since you’re 10?”

She nodded. “After more than a decade, I finally finished everything on my wishlist.” She suddenly broke into a fit of giggles. “I’m gonna make a new one once we’re home.”

“What’s going to be in it?” he asked curiously.

Y/n took a moment to think before answering, “Maybe… to find my soulmate.” It came out more like a question rather than an answer.

She abruptly chuckled. “Wouldn’t it be crazy if in the end we figure out our soulmates in this journey?”

A lightning fast thought struck him but disappeared just as fast as it came. Throughout the rest of the day, he was trying to recall that thought to no avail.

The next day, on Thursday, they were going home. They couldn’t handle another hour, no scratch that, they couldn’t even handle another minute at the motel. Opposite to what Y/n had initially thought, the stench of rat carcass reached far beyond the lobby to their room.

A series of “see I told you so”s later, Namjoon finally broke her.

“Yes, Namjoon. Thanks for telling me that. I know you’re right and I’m wrong. Now please put on a song, I want to sing.”

Another thing Y/n was bad at, according to him, was singing. He knew she liked to sing, she’d told him about it, but he never understood how she managed to be so confident yet so bad at it. If he were told to rank between her ability to sing and choose a good motel, he’d probably have put singing as the first place based on how bad she was at it. Call him a bad friend, but he was just being honest.

However, he still played a song just to satisfy her. An easy song that no one can screw up, but he knew she would still screw up anyways. After all, enduring her cracked singing voice was the least he could do after being driven from and to a crappy motel.

And then she sang. And sang. And sang. One song turned to three turned to five then ten and fifteen. Before she went for the sixteenth song, Namjoon stopped her.

“Aren’t you thirsty from singing?” Nice catch! The question was just an attempt to make her stop a while so he could regain his hearing.

“Don’t even have to ask.”

As she gulped down water from her flask, Namjoon eyed her warily. He prayed, and he was an atheist, that she would forget about singing.

He didn’t know which God had answered his prayers, but when Y/n put down her flask, she already babbled about something else other than singing. Looked like the world, and God, were on his side today.

She was talking about the random bird that was flying straight to her car, almost hitting the car. Also about a dog that stuck out its head from the car beside them. And about how expensive the motel was for being smelly and dirty.

Lastly, “Do you think I cut out to be a singer?”

Yeah, maybe he was pushing his luck.

Day seven fell on a Friday. They spent the day walking hand in hand leisurely on the beach. Beside him, Y/n was talking about what color she should dye her hair next.

“I think I should go with green. What do you think?” Y/n nudged his side with her elbow and wiggled her eyebrows.

“Your boss won't let you dye your hair crazy colors,” he said. “Please don’t do anything that can get you fired.”

Y/n pouted at his answer. But soon her frown vanished as her eyes fell upon a bikini in a display of a store.

Namjoon exhaled. He knew exactly what was going to happen.

True enough, Y/n pulled on his hand that was still clasped in hers towards the store and only stopped after they were in front of the display.

“What a cute bikini!” she cooed before running inside the store, leaving a bewildered Namjoon outside.

Right when he entered the store, he heard a squeal that could only belong to one person.

He turned to the source of the sound and saw Y/n laughing with a store clerk. A male and handsome store clerk.

He wasn't the type of person who gets jealous easily or possessive, but he never saw Y/n with a man other than himself. So he couldn't really help it when he felt jealousy seeped through his gritted teeth. But he soon had forgotten about it when Y/n looked up at him and grinned.

Y/n approached him while holding a bikini set.

“This is their latest design. I’m gonna try it. Wait for me!” Then she disappeared to the fitting room before he could remind her that she didn’t wear bikinis.

Throughout the time he had known her, not even once she ever said anything about bikinis, let alone wearing one and he had known her since they were in diapers. What made her suddenly want to have a bikini?

Minutes later, after a series of clanking noises and a few curses, Y/n came out of the fitting room and he couldn’t believe what he saw. Surely the fitting room was a magic box or something, because there was no way his childhood best friend, his innocent Y/n, came out looking like a model out of a magazine. Well, maybe more like a model before they got heavily photoshopped since he still could see some tiny spots, cellulite, and scars on her skin. And maybe a plus size model because her hips would be considered wide compared to those models. But he didn’t mind them, they made her look more… natural, more human.

While he was busy admiring her, a cough suddenly woke him from his daze. He turned to see the store clerk from earlier, now standing beside him.

“You look very beautiful,” he commented, not minding the killing glare coming from Namjoon.

Y/n, without heeding the store clerk’s compliment, asked, “Joon, do you think this is okay?”

Namjoon was tempted to say, “Just okay? You look like a greek goddess who just blessed me with her presence.” But he was too paralyzed to say anything.

“I think you look great,” the store clerk spoke up again. For a split second right after he said that, he looked at Y/n’s thighs before looking at her eyes again.

It happened so fast, Namjoon thought he was just imagining it. But when Y/n’s facial expression turned sour and she quickly went back to the fitting room, he was wondering whether she saw that too.

His suspicion was confirmed right after they left the store.

“I can’t believe it!” she said while stomping beside him. “He looked at my thighs, Joon! Did you see it, too?”

He just hummed.

Y/n huffed. “I’m going to file a complaint to their manager.”

“You won’t do that,” he replied knowingly.

“I’m gonna make it viral, then. Let the whole world see how horrible he is.”

Namjoon really wanted to laugh at how ridiculous that sounded. “How? You don’t have footage of him doing it.”

“Damn, you’re right,” she mumbled. “Maybe I’m just not meant to have a bikini.”

A lot of thoughts ran through his mind. He wanted to let her know how pretty she looked in that bikini. How captivating the curves in her body were. But in the end, he only suppressed all of that. In his justification, he wanted a more appropriate timing. He didn’t want to say all that to her when she was mad or she’d think he said that to make her feel better. He wanted not just to comfort her, but to actually make her realize how beautiful she was.

On Saturday, his second favorite day after Monday, Y/n arrived a bit later at his apartment compared the days before. But when she saw him ready for the day, she said, “I’m giving you a chance to wake up late, but whatever.”

As per usual, Y/n didn’t tell him where they were going, and he was surprised when they arrived in front of a large building with a sign that read “library”.

Looking at Namjoon’s puzzled face, Y/n probably could read what was in his mind. “You still have no idea who your soulmate is, right? I just think that maybe it’s because we’ve focused so much on doing physical activities instead of, like, feeding the mind.”

“Huh?”

“Maybe we can do a little bit of reading. Because, you know, reading is like eating but for the mind. Or whatever that quote is supposed to go,” she elaborated.

“I read in my free time.”

“Have you read anything during this entire journey?” she raised an eyebrow.

He rolled his eyes. “That’s because of your brilliant idea of having a journey. Had you let me sit down on my couch, I would’ve read the entire biography of the founding fathers by now.”

“Gosh, you’re so boring. No wonder you haven’t found your soulmate. And for the record, you learned a lot of things from this journey. Things that might help you find your soulmate. You know what, let’s just go.” With that, Y/n pulled on his hand and stepped into the library.

Namjoon was in the middle of reading a philosophy book when Y/n suddenly spoke to him.

“I can’t focus, Joon,” she whined. “I have too many things on my mind.”

Those words were the most terrifying words he had ever heard, especially if they came out of Y/n’s mouth. Every time he heard those words, he felt like he wasn’t being attentive enough towards his friends to the point he didn’t know that something was disturbing their peace. And that feeling was heightened when Y/n was the one in trouble. He knew her for the longest time, shouldn’t he be more caring towards her?

He breath hitched, anticipating what Y/n had to say. “Why?”

She took a deep inhale before exhaling slowly. “I know this stupid because it hasn’t ended yet, but I already miss this journey.”

Obviously he didn’t want to admit it in front of her, she would get a crazy idea otherwise, but he, too, could feel a pang in his chest that felt awfully familiar. It was the same feeling he got when he moved out of his parents’ house and when he was reminiscing the time he spent with his late dog. Also when he graduated from high school and had to leave his high school friends to pursue higher education. He wasn’t a stranger to this feeling. In fact, he knew it too well.

Y/n was right, though. It was indeed stupid to feel this way because they still had one more day together.

So he responded with, “We’re still in this journey. And even after this journey ends, we can still go on adventures together,” as a weak attempt to console her and also himself.

“It’s not the adventures that I miss. It’s the time we spend together. We’ve never spent this much time together.”

Of course he knew that. He knew he was going to miss the time they spent together, but his own pride made him unable to act vulnerable in front of her. Especially in the time when she needed him the most.

They sat in silence for a few minutes, each deep within their own thoughts. That was when a crazy idea suddenly came to him. He usually wasn’t the one coming with crazy ideas, it was kinda Y/n’s thing and she probably would have copyrighted it if it was possible. But he wasn’t just going to be quiet at a time in crises like this.

“We can arrange some small one-day adventures every month. How does that sound?”

Y/n smiled although it didn’t reach her eyes. “Sounds great. Just promise me you won’t rain check on me.”

It worked! He successfully made her smile again. As he cheered inside his mind, he assured her, “I won’t. I’ll write it on my calendar.”

Namjoon dreaded the last day of The Journey to Find Namjoon’s Soulmate more than when he was called for a job interview by a big company. He even had clammy hands and was sweating bullets. His hand trembled as he waited for Y/n to announce what they were going to do on this last day.

“Holiday has to be concluded with a lazy day. So I call for breakfast in bed,” Y/n explained as she once again wrecked his kitchen.

“I’m not in my bed, though.”

“Your bed is not locked for the rest of the day once you’re out of it,” Y/n said in a matter-of-factly.

“But please don’t ruin my kitchen.”

Y/n briefly stopped cooking as she looked around the kitchen. Then she shrugged. “Well, it’s too late. You should’ve said that earlier.”

He originally had thought that Y/n would make food for him, give it to him, clean the kitchen, then left. But he was surprised when Y/n came back to his bedroom while holding a plate of her own after delivering his.

“Move,” she commanded before shimmying beside him on the bed. She grabbed the remote on the nightstand and turned on the TV.

“Now, we relax. Because we’ll be stressed out of our minds tomorrow.” She leaned back and started eating her bacon.

So that was pretty much how their ninth day went. But that wasn’t all.

Long after they had finished their food, they still watched the TV. Messy kitchen and other duties were long forgotten.

As time passed by, Namjoon found himself cuddling Y/n while she rested her head on his buff chest. And not long after, they both fell asleep in that position with the TV still playing in the background.

But all of that couldn’t last long as tomorrow they had to go to work. So after waking up from their nap, they cleaned the kitchen and Y/n went home before it got too dark.

Instantly after Y/n closed the door behind her, Namjoon felt empty. It wasn’t just his apartment that felt empty, but also his mind and soul. He was already used to her constant nagging, her constant company, and her voice. He wanted to run to her and tell her to extend their journey, but obviously, that was impossible. They had responsibilities, especially since they just neglected them for a week.

On Monday, the day that used to be his favorite but now he loathed it, he came home to a voice message from the person he’d been waiting for.

“Hey. Sorry I didn’t talk to you yesterday whether you’ve found your soulmate or not. I was anxious about work so I forgot. Umm… As soon as you receive this message, please call or text me, okay? I wanna hear what you thought.”

He couldn’t help but also notice something in her voice. Fatigue? Or was it sadness? He swore he could hear it and wasn’t just imagining it.

Wanting to check up on her, he automatically called her. First ring. Second ring. Third ring. He waited and waited, but it only went to her voicemail.

Not giving up so early to talk to his best friend, he rang her again. And waited. And waited. And kept waiting. But just like the first time, she didn’t pick up her phone.

In the end, he settled with sending her a text.

He didn’t know why he was suddenly nervous as he typed the message.

It said, “I still don’t have an idea who that might be. Maybe the journey didn’t work. But, hey, are you sad? Or maybe sick?”

He only got the reply the next day at lunch. He kinda hoped to read long messages about how he shouldn’t be so pessimistic and that he surely would find his soulmate, just like how Y/n usually talked. But instead, she just replied with, “What a bummer.”

He only sighed in disappointment.

The next few days were grim and hard for him. His boss gave him so much work despite having to catch up on his other work. Every time he rode the bus from and to work, he remembered Y/n’s slouched position beside him as they came home from the animal shelter. He could almost feel her head on his shoulder again.

Every time he played a song, he got reminded of the time when he had to endure Y/n’s off-key singing. A memory played in his mind every time he passed an ice cream parlor. Heck, he even missed the feeling of anticipation that he felt every time he woke up in the morning.

What was worst of all though was the fact that they didn’t talk at all after her last text. Not even the occasional text messages or sending each other memes just like what they used to do before the journey started.

He knew it was because they both had a lot of catch up to do after neglecting work for a week, but he really wished that they could spare a bit of time to talk together.

Oh, how silly he was when he dismissed her for missing their time together back at the library. What made him feel even more silly was him being a coward and not admitting back then that he was, too, going to miss spending time together.

One particular night, he had trouble sleeping worse than any other night he had been missing Y/n. He kept turning around, hoping to find a comfortable position to fall asleep in, but to no avail. In the end, he gave up and settled to reminiscing their time together.

As he delved into his memories, every single activity they did, every word she said, and every place they went to, his half-awake mind came upon a realization.

He missed her enthusiasm that could lift his bad mood instantly. He missed her pushiness that made him do things he didn’t want to do, only to show him that she knew what he would like. He also missed her short legs and her whines when he walked too fast. He missed her love for animals, her love for mint choco ice cream, her laugh, smile, kindness, and voice.

He missed her beauty, her body, and her sense of style. He even missed her unruly hair. He missed receiving her love and attention. He missed loving her and having her in his arms. He missed loving her. She was the soulmate he had been looking for. She was his soulmate. His. Soulmate.

At the crack of dawn, a few hours after Namjoon could finally fall asleep, he woke up and couldn’t fall back asleep. He had an important thing to tell Y/n. And he had to do it now before she went to work and he lost another chance to meet her.

He checked the clock, it read 5 a.m. He quickly got up from his bed, took a shower, and grabbed a protein bar before leaving.

In the bus on his way to her apartment, he kept tapping his foot impatiently as he chewed on his protein bar. At times like this, he really wished he could drive. But for now he had to settle with the bus.

He jumped out of the bus as soon as it stopped at the bus stop closest to her apartment.

He checked the time again, 5:43 a.m. He still had a few minutes before she woke up.

He arrived in front of her apartment after five minutes of walking. He knocked on the door rapidly to the point he was sure he accidentally woke up the neighbors. However, it was the last thing on his mind.

A minute later, a sleepy Y/n with a bed head opened the door.

“Namjoon, wha-”

He instantly pushed her in and closed the door behind them both.

“Hear me out,” he demanded.

Y/n nodded while yawning.

“Let me help you cross out one activity from your wishlist.”

“Why are we talking about that at this time?”

“Because it’s important."

“I don’t see it."

He started to lose his patience. “It is! There’s one activity that’s really important right? Like, more important than the others.”

She furrowed her eyebrows. “Which one? I haven’t written a lot in the list, actually.”

“What are they?"

“To eat a banana-”

For a second, Namjoon was speechless. “What? Banana? Why?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know. I just miss eating bananas.”

“Okay… What’s next?”

She took a moment to think, then answered, “Ah! I want to buy a new phone. Haven’t changed mine in years.”

He sighed. “Next?”

“Be a babysitter for a day.”

That wasn’t an answer he was looking for. “It’s a job for teenagers.”

“That’s why I only want to do it for a day.”

“Then?”

“Learn skateboarding. A skatepark just opened around here.”

“Anything else?”

She pouted. “You don’t want to help me cross any of those?”

“Not that. But, you said a few days ago on our journey that there was something you wanted to put on your wishlist.”

She tilted her head in confusion. “Really? I don’t remember. What was it?”

He really wanted to strangle someone at this point. Why was she so dense? “You really don’t remember?”

“I don’t think I do. Sorry. What was it, though?”

“You wanted to find your soulmate.”

It took her a second to digest his words, but when she finally did, her eyes widened. “Oh, right. Does that mean you want to help me find my soulmate? Go on another journey? You know, you don’t have to use that as an excuse to-”

“Shut up, Y/n. Stop talking so much.”

Y/n frowned. “Sorry.”

He huffed. “I never knew doing this was going to be this hard.” He looked deep into her eyes. “I don’t want to go on another journey to find anyone’s soulmate. And especially not after I realized last night that we have found our soulmates.”

Before he could say anything else, she cut him off. “Really? Who is yours? What about mine? Do I know-”

“Yes! We know them.” He finally decided to just cut the chase and came out clean. “You’re my soulmate, Y/n. And I’m yours. I was so busy chasing love during our journey to the point I never thought about the possibility of you being my soulmate.” With a softer tone, he concluded, “The fortune teller was right. I knew who my soulmate is and where to find them, but I was too stupid to realize that.”

Y/n was stunned for a while before slowly blinking. Once. Twice. “Wow. That’s crazy.” Then she grinned. “You finally admit that you’re stupid!”

“Y/n, that’s not the point!” he groaned.

“Yes, yes, I know.” She laughed. It sounded like bells in his ears. “I’m just messing with you. So, what should we do now?”

“Y/n.” He turned serious if he wasn’t being serious before. “Do you want to be my girlfriend?”

For a few seconds, Y/n stared at his eyes expectantly, as if she was waiting for something.

“Y/n?”

“What?”

“What do you say?”

“Of course yes, you dummy. I thought it was obvious.”

“Seriously now?” He rolled his eyes.

“Wait. Is this the part where we should kiss?” she asked in wonder.

He was really holding himself hard not to roll his eyes yet again. “Duh, Y/n.”

“But I haven’t brushed my teeth!” Then she disappeared into her bathroom, leaving a bewildered Namjoon in the living room.

As he stared at her bathroom door, he whispered to himself, “What did I just sign up for?”

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RAIN

Hi..so this is my first ever fanfic/imagine/story thing. (I am not quite sure what this is..) This is just fiction and no part of it is real, nor am I claiming to know anyone I write about.

Description: Fluff and Friendship - You plan to surprise Owen in Vancouver while he’s filming JATP. Charlie helped you organize it, but something goes wrong in your plan. What happens in the rain?

2400 words

Warnings: Language, Talks of Anxiety/Mental Health

Owen Joyner x Reader

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RAIN

November rain in Vancouver wasn’t exactly pleasant but as I stood outside hitting the call button for his apartment building for the fifteenth time, I was far past annoyed. Soaked and annoyed. How could this surprise get so messed up that I am standing here at 3:32 am?Charlie and I had planned my surprise Thanksgiving visit perfectly. I would take a red-eye flight, get into the apartment, sleep for a few hours while Owen was still on set with BooBoo, and then we’d have a day together and the Thanksgiving party later tonight. Charlie won’t wake up to answer the call button and let me in!!

I have been out here for 30 minutes already when someone taps me on the shoulder from behind.

“Excuse me, sorry, but do you need help?”

I turn around and the tall, sleepy boy in front of me with a hoodie pulled tight over his hair is shocked.

“What the hell are you doing here?!”

“Well, I could say the same about you! Charlie said you were shooting until at least 6 am!!”

“I’m so good that we wrapped early, and got what we needed. I am still so confused as to how you got here…” He said with a fake hair toss.

“Owen, we’ve talked about this. Airplanes work for everyone, you’re not special.”

“No no, butthead. I mean standing outside my apartment building - in Vancouver - in the rain.”

I went on hurriedly about how I was here to surprise him for Thanksgiving, but the surprise is ruined because Charlie never woke up to buzz me into the building. My anxiety over his reaction was at an all-time high because my plan was derailed and he was here early, and I was drenched, but Owen could see it on my face, and before I could even finish explaining I was wrapped in a hug.

“Let’s get your soggy ass inside,” he said as he entered his pin and the doors unlocked. With his hands on my shoulders pushing me ahead of him, we went to the stairwell and up to his floor. We laughed as my wet shoes squeaked down the hall and into the apartment. I was immediately ordered into the bathroom to strip and shower.

“Hey, you can’t make me strip. I charge for that nowadays.”

“Yeah and I charge for taking in homeless, wet girls off the street, but you don’t see me asking for a check.”

After I punch him in the arm and run off to the bathroom, I can’t help but smile. We’ve been apart for so long, but it feels like nothing has changed. I was so worried that he wouldn’t be happy to see me, or that he would be annoyed that I showed up and messed up any plans he had, or god forbid if he came home with a girl and I was there.

Still, as I got into the warm shower most of my anxieties washed away (besides the ‘bringing a girl home one’). About five minutes into my hot shower, I heard a soft knock at the door.

“Yes?” I whisper-yelled out.

“Can I come in?”

“Uh..sure”

“I just wanted to bring you a set of dry stuff to wear, I’ll put it on the toilet for you.”

“Thanks, O.” I peeked my head out behind the black shower curtain and saw him standing with his back to the shower placing the clothes and towel down. I could pull him into the shower by the back of his shirt from here if I wanted to, but I am not ballsy enough to do that. He thinks of me as one of the boys, and I doubt that line will ever get crossed. The boys would mess with him in this situation though.

I filled a hand up with water and sprinkled it down his neck and back. Hearing Owen gasp when he felt water all over him was hysterical, especially because he would not turn around to look at me.

“You are SO lucky you are in the shower or I would get your ass back sooooooooo good.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Get the hell out of here,” I said splashing him again, “I’ll be out in a sec.”

He hurried out and I finished as fast as possible because now I was a little worried he would hand my bras from his balcony or something…

One last look in the mirror as I squeezed my hair out and I smelled like Owen. His soap, shampoo, towels...I wish I could always smell this. Stupid TV shows shooting in foreign countries….

Back in the living room, I found Owen asleep on the couch. Knowing him, he probably did not sleep at all yesterday like he was supposed to for the night shoot.

“Yo, blondie...Owen..go to bed”

“What’s wrong?! Oh, no I’m awake what...what do you wanna do?”

“I want you to go to bed. We can hang out after you sleep for a few hours.”

“What are you gonna do?”

“I’ll probably try to sleep a little too. The guy next to me on my last flight was a snorer.”

“Come to bed with me”

“Wh-what? O, it’s ok I am totally ok on the couch.”

“No, no. You’re coming. Let’s go, y/n. I’ll sleep on the floor if you want”

I couldn’t even protest more because I was being wrapped in a blanket with Owen and we were walking to his room. Look, we had had sleepovers before as kids, but the last time we did this we were thirteen, in his childhood room, with two sleeping bags on the floor. He was always working, and I was always in school, so most of the time when he was home I had to go home at night for school the next day.

How do you have a platonic sleepover with your best friend who you are also in love with? Do I just roll over the opposite way and pray that we don’t wake up with me holding onto him?

His bed was made and it smelled like he had just washed his sheets before work. He led me to one side of the bed, pulled the covers back, and simply said, “Get in.” He shuffled over to his side of the bed and did the same.

“G’night.”

“Goodnight. Hey, do you have to be up for work or anything? I can set an alarm.”

“Nope, I’m off all day because of the night shoot.”

“Okay, goodnight y/n”

With that last “goodnight”, I felt him get closer to me. My heart was beating so fast I wasn’t sure if I was going to pass out or throw up and nothing was even happening!! Owen reached over to the other side of me and pulled me close.

“It looked like you were shivering. I should've told you to dry your hair before bed.”

“I’m okay,” I said pushing his hair out of his face, so I could see him.

“Okay.”

Arms tangled over each other, we both fell asleep.

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Hours later the rain got worse. Through the open window, I could hear the thunder was really loud and I happened to open my eyes as lightning lit up the sky. Fun fact about me. I hate lightning and am terrified of it. Being in a highrise apartment building with lots of windows, was a nightmare for me. I curled up in fetal position under the blankets and pulled them all the way up over my head.

I felt Owen moving around next to me and just assumed he was rolling over, but I felt him grab me by the waist. We were now face-to-face, chest to chest, completely under his sheets.

“Fancy meeting you under here.” His morning breath could’ve killed me, and not because it smelled. I didn’t think I could be attracted to him and his voice more than I already was.

“Sorry for waking you. The storm.”

“I know. As soon as I heard it, I knew. You’re safe. It’s loud because it’s passing over us and will be gone in a few minutes.”

The next roll of thunder shook the room a little and a single little tear escaped and I tried to hide it by moving my hair and pretending to fix the blanket over my head but he caught me.

“..hey I’m right here. Do you want to go sit in the bathroom? There are no windows.”

“I’m fine, sorry,” I said and took a deep breath.

“How can I help you right now?”

“I’m sorry. My anxiety went off the rails when my surprise got ruined earlier and I don’t know how to sleep in bed with a boy, and on top of that the worst storm is happening,” I sputtered.

Owen laughed a soft little laugh and pulled me closer.

“You’re just sleeping next to me... I’m not just a boy... we’re not strangers, hell I just walked in on you in the shower earlier...wait... god, did I make you uncomfortable?” He made some space between us and laid his head on his hands while looking at me.

“Oh god, Owen no. No.” I grabbed his hands back and put them under my face pulling him back towards me. I hadn’t noticed until now that he lost his shirt somewhere in the night. “You just know how I get, all up in my head about every little thing.” The butterflies in my stomach felt more like fireworks exploding in an almost painful display under these sheets.

“Well, what is your head saying right now? Let’s talk through it.”

A shaky breath escaped my mouth. I can’t tell him I've loved him since our days of sleeping bags on his bedroom floor. So, I pivot.

“I was worried you wouldn’t be happy to see me and that I was imposing by just showing up here…”

“You know I always am so happy to see you. I wish I could see you every day, we talk every day. You being here is so much better than a few texts and a missed facetime call while I’m at work.”

“Okay.. I love- I mean...I like being here too. I can’t make fun of you if you don’t answer my texts.” We both laughed a little this time.

“Sounds like the lightning stopped. Wanna go watch the sunrise? It should be up any minute.”

“We should get out from under the covers first...”

“Right.”

Pulling the covers down gave me the fresh air I needed to think clearly. I did not need to tell him how I felt. These moments were enough.

“Good morning, y/n.”

“Good morning, O.”

“Grab a towel before we head out to wipe the chairs down.”

“Yes ma’am,” Owen salutes and runs out of the room.

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Nothing is better than watching the sunshine hit this smiling boy’s blonde locks and pink cheeks first thing in the morning. Sitting on the same plastic lounge chair, I wanted to pinch myself.

“We slept for like three hours,” I laughed.

“We can nap again before the Thanksgiving party tonight. I’m not that tired.”

“Want me to order coffee? I’ll run and get it, I saw a Starbucks next door.”

“Nah, I put some on when I went for the towel.”

“Smart man. I’m gonna grab some water then.”

“I’ll get it. I added lemon to our pitcher in the fridge for you, when I went for the towel too.”

“Joyner, you do think of everything.”

“I did remember you don’t drink coffee, give me some credit!” He said as he ducked off the balcony.

I stood up to lean over the railing and before I knew it Owen was over my shoulder with a glass of water and his coffee. The rain was picking up again. I took a sip and put it down on the little outdoor table they kept out there and continued to stare out at the city as it woke up.

Owen hugged me from behind and I leaned into him as an instinct. I realized I was probably making him uncomfortable and went to slide over to give him space, but he stopped me.

“Y/n, can you stand still? Your head is blocking my view.”

“My head?! I am like a foot shorter than you!”

“Yes, the back of your head is blocking my view.”

“What can you possibly be looking at? The rain?! Look there’s a bus! Trying to stalk people as they walk their dogs?” I rambled as I turned around to see where his eyes were pointed.

At that moment, he grabbed my neck, and the next thing I knew his lips were on mine. I think my heart stopped. I stood there like a limp noodle for a solid 3 seconds before I pulled away. The expression on his face was one of being mortified.

“Oh god...Oh, I’m so sorry. Oh, fuck!” He said and started running his hands through his hair and pacing away from me. “I thought..oh god.. It doesn’t matter what I thought because I was out of line..”

I grabbed his arm as he turned away from me again.

“Do it again.”

“..wh-what?”

“Owen, can we try it again?”

“Y/n, I don’t want you to think you have to kiss me because I kissed you. It’s ok. I’m so sorry.”

I walked over to him, put my hands on his bare chest, and kissed him.

“I have wanted to do that since we were thirteen.”

“You-huh?”

“I have wanted to kiss you since we were thirteen, probably before. I just was scared. Our friendship is so special to me, I couldn’t imagine losing it. Then when you were spending more and more time in L.A. and then coming here to Vancouver, I thought you probably had met someone already and were just keeping it quiet.”

“I haven’t met anyone,” he stammered. “I thought I lost my chance with you for good when I moved out here, but I never was into anyone else.”

“Now what?”

“Can I kiss you again?” We both laughed and as we collided it’s almost as if rain was waiting on its cue from us. It stopped.

I wonder what is in store for us now.

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Subtitles: Episode 6, All-New Halloween Spooktacular!

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Summary: Halloween is afoot in Westview and it’s a must to partake in the festivities. Unfortunately, things are a little rocky in the Maximoff house with Wanda’s brother Pietro visiting, [Y/N] moving in, and Vision and Wanda’s rough patch continuing. Can Halloween relieve some tension at home or will things continue to crumble?

Word count: 7,760

Warnings: None! Just maybe a possibly poorly made Rocky Horror Picture Show reference because I’ve never actually seen it, lol. Also a slight change in format because I just realized now that Tumblr wasn’t taking my page breaks between scenes; sorry for that in previous episodes.

Taglist: @madamevirgo @ravennight41 @multifandomgirl16 @cyanide-mustard @badasspolygenderfriend @austynparksandpizza @sophster1881 @haileyybird @maceidelic @alexpress @angelvinella

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Living in Westview after having your memories partially restored was a very strange experience and you quickly realized why Vision would “turn people back off” after jogging their memories; things just didn’t quite make sense when you had the combined knowledge of the outside world and the bubbled Westview and it was almost more confusing and uncomfortable to experience it this way. For example, you couldn’t be sure whether it had been days or weeks since you’d regained your memories and Wanda and Vision had decided to have you move in with them, or why all of Westview had changed from an 80s aesthetic to a 90s one. What was especially weird was how people would randomly stop and talk into space as if they were talking to a camera in a TV show, but there was nothing to see when you looked in that direction. With your memories not fully intact even now, it hadn’t done much to help your and Vision’s investigation into what was going on in Westview or outside of it either—before whatever Wanda had done to Westview, you were a bit of a recluse and had suffered dementia in the past, so what memories had been returned was mostly irrelevant—and Wanda, who was still perfectly happy with living in almost ignorant bliss, wasn’t much help. The two of you continued seeking out the strange and trying to put pieces together but it was becoming increasingly difficult and the chaos of making space for you, Wanda’s brother returning, and now Halloween wasn’t helping.

There was also the desire to ignore it all and go back to playing house. Like now, as you were heading back into the house from the backyard—you had been finishing up repairs on Vision’s failed attempt at building the kids a treehouse—when you heard Tommy and Billy chatting. Their voices faded in further as you opened the back door.

“Wrong!” Tommy was saying into space. When you looked, there was still no person, no camera like in a sitcom. “Halloween’s about candy. And scaring people, but mostly candy.”

“Where’s your costume, Tommy?” Billy asked his brother. As you stepped inside, he looked over Tommy’s head at you and smiled.

“This is my costume. I’m the cool twin.”

You put your hands on your hips and made an exaggerated surprised face in Billy’s direction, pretending as if this was the first time you’ve ever heard Tommy tease his brother. Billy’s smile widened slightly before he looked away, acting like you weren’t there except for a glance or two. Tommy didn’t seem to notice your presence quite yet.

“What does that make me?” Billy said.

Tommy hummed and cocked his head to one side; you could almost picture the flashback going on in his head before he looked back at Billy and replied matter-of-factly, “A dorkasaurus rex.”

“Not a real dinosaur,” Billy said with a scowl, then went back to his task of scooping his and Tommy’s lunch into bowls.

“And mean,” you piped up.

Tommy squealed and jumped away from where you were standing behind him. He spun around and almost flung himself into the kitchen counter but jerked away just quickly enough. Then he stumbled back in the opposite direction, resulting in running into your legs. Or, he would have, if you hadn’t caught him by the shoulders and stopped his floundering. He looked up and you with wide eyes.

“Oh, hey, [Y/N],” he said casually, trying to cover up his embarrassment with coolness.

“Heya, kiddo,” you chirped back with a smile. You ran a hand over his hair and leaned down to give him a peck on the forehead. He responded with a grossed-out face and a “Blech!” so you decided to mess up his hair by ruffling it. You grinned as he flailed his way to freedom, then pointed and said, “Don’t be a little shit to your brother.”

Tommy grinned, most likely because of your use of a curse word, and attempted to flatten his hair back in place.

“[Papa/Mama/Nopa]!” Billy, who was much less like his uncle and much more like his parents than Tommy, was perfectly fine with getting a kiss on the cheek after trotting over and throwing himself into your waiting arms, despite still making a face when you did so. He laughed when you hauled him into your arms and cradled him like a baby, something you didn’t get to do nearly enough before they’d aged themselves up, and happily kicked his legs.

Tommy rushed over to be included and you adjusted to holding Billy around the stomach with one arm and picked his brother up with your other. Holding them both with their backs against your chest now, you spun around a few times and the boys laughed and kicked their feet out. You were careful to swing them high enough off the ground that they wouldn’t hit anything and hollered, “My boysss!”

Then a snore came from the living room, reminding you that there was still someone in the house that didn’t wake up at a reasonable hour. You made a cringing face at the twins as you stopped and they covered their giggling mouths while you put them down. They scrambled back over to the kitchen counter to finish getting their food while you paused and looked over at the couch with hands on your hips. “He sure knows how to sleep, huh?”

Pietro Maximoff had shown up on Wanda and Vision’s doorstep the same night you’d regained your powers, the same night that they’d asked you to move in. As soon as you’d seen him in the doorway from your blanket nest on the couch, something about him was off. You were aware that you weren’t supposed to know him yet by Westview rules, so it wasn’t all that strange that he didn’t recognize you from Sokovia—or maybe you just hadn’t been as memorable to him as you had to his sister, which would make sense since he wasn’t the one you were kissing and sleeping in the same bed as—but what mainly bothered you was that the face in front of you and the face in your memories didn’t match… at all. Westview’s Pietro was a completely different person than the one you remembered from a HYDRA testing base, you had been sure of it, although now that you’d lived with the man for however long it’s been, this new face was becoming interchangeable with the old one in your mind. Not only was the confusion about his appearance weird but there was something about his energy that was just wrong; when he’d introduced himself to you that night, you’d seen and felt yellow, burnt at the edges by a soul-sucking black, radiating from him.

All this to note and nothing to come of it so far. Pietro was a bit of a troublemaking deadbeat, albeit a good-natured guy, who slept on the couch and didn’t wake up until anywhere from noon to four in the afternoon. He got along well with the twins, especially Tommy, and other than seeming disgruntled about him taking up space, Vision didn’t seem too bothered by his presence. Wanda didn’t seem threatened or bothered by Pietro being around at all either, except for worrying about him causing trouble; she hadn’t reacted any type of way to him showing up on her doorstep that night at all, other than inviting him inside, which was the only reason you were able to relax around him for the time being.

Tommy and Billy walked past you with bowls in their hands. You gave them each a pat on the head as they went and only stopped Billy to complement the Halloween costume that he wore. He smiled and asked what you were wearing and you were surprised to realize that you hadn’t yet come up with one. You told him to keep a suggestion in mind and sent him after his brother, who was looking on at the snoring mess of a couch-Pietro in admiration.

“Man,” the longer-haired boy said, “he even snores cool.”

You made a face. You weren’t so sure about that.

“I’m gonna wake him up.”

“Don’t!” Billy startled, holding his twin back with a hand on his chest.

Tommy grinned. “You scared?”

“He’s our uncle. Why would I be scared?”

“‘Cause it’s four o’clock in the afternoon and you’re secretly afraid he’s a vampire.”

“No, I’m not.”

“Yes, you are.”

You looked on at the bickering boys with mild amusement while you got yourself a fruit from the kitchen until movement from the couch drew your attention. Pietro, who was awake now, was slowly shifting around and getting into a sitting position. When he was where he could see you, he gave you a smirk that spelled out nothing but trouble, then winked. You rolled your eyes but stayed quiet.

In less than a minute, Pietro went from tangled in his blanket on the couch to standing in front of Tommy and Billy, yelling something about blood. The boys unsurprisingly screamed, and then the three of them were running around the living room in Halloween-fueled chaos.

You stood at the kitchen counter, cutting your fruit of choice into slices and unreactive other than a little smile toying at your lips.

“Oh,” came a mildly irritated voice as Wanda descended the stairs from the house’s second floor, “somebody better be bleeding, broken, or on fire.”

You attempted to catch a glimpse of her from your place in the kitchen but all you could see was a flash of a red cape. You grinned and hurried to finish slicing and clean up so you could join the others in the living room.

“Whoa, Mom,” Billy said, “Are you old Red Riding Hood?”

There was a moment of silence and you could easily picture the surprised look on your partner’s face before she responded, “No, I am not old Red Riding Hood. [Y/N]’s mother made my costume. Said something about a goddess…?”

Just as you were coming around the corner with your bowl, Wanda trailed off and leaned in your direction for confirmation. You had to force yourself not to stare at the simple but delicious costume she wore, the form-fitting red unitard and pink leggings, for the sake of the other company in the room. Instead, you walked over and slipped an arm around her hips underneath the cape and gave her a nod. “Aphrodite, specifically. She was so excited to hear about my girlfriend that she just couldn’t help herself. Gorgeous and powerful costume for a gorgeous and powerful woman, yeah?” You paused to give Wanda’s shoulder a smooch and waggle your brows at her, much to the twins’ and Pietro’s grossed-out dismay, before you adjusted Wanda’s headpiece and continued, “This rendition of Aphrodite, I think, is actually from a drawing I did of her as a kid, because yes, I was never not a nerd. Mom was so focused on you that she practically forgot about me.”

You knew that for the most part, the story wasn’t true. You knew that beyond the barrier of Westview, your mother was in so state to do such work, nor could she remember you if she wanted to, but something was unnaturally comforting about putting that aside for the time being.

“Wow,” Pietro started, his tone unimpressed, “That is so…”

“Rad!” Tommy exclaimed with a grin.

“…lame.”

“Lame.”

Wanda huffed a bit.

“If it means anything,” you said, pecking Wanda’s cheek, “I think it’s quite well-made.”

Hidden from view behind her cape, you gave her hip a light pinch. That earned you a light slap on the wrist and a look that was equal parts warning and teasing.

Pietro made a gagging noise. “I think it’s worse than the costumes Mom made us the year we got typhus.”

You quirked a brow in Wanda’s direction but as Tommy had done earlier, she tilted her head and stared off into nowhere as she presumably thought back on the subject. Then she squinted and shook her head as she said, “That’s not exactly how I remember it.”

Pietro nodded in understanding. “You probably suppressed a lot of the trauma.”

Well, that was entirely out of left field. You tucked that away in the growing mental file titled “Why New Pietro is Weird.”

Tommy, Billy, and Pietro then broke off into their own conversation. Tommy and Billy went to sit on the couch and eat their food and Pietro went to go get something of his own, while you and Wanda moved out of the way of the stairs.

You took a slice of fruit and popped it into your mouth, then offered her one. She took off one of her long, red gloves and happily took it.

“You do look just… very attractive in that costume of yours,” you said in a low voice after you finished your fruit.

“Is that so?” Wanda gave you another flirty look and casually shimmied her bare shoulders at you and scooting a bit closer. “I can’t wait to see what both of my partners have in store for me.”

You winced slightly but tried to cover it up with a questioning look and a tease. “Was that—? Is that—? Is this flirting, Mrs. Maximoff?”

You couldn’t get anything past her.

“What was that look?” she said, then gasped. “No. [Y/N] [L/N], fashionista, lover of all things bright and colorful and weird, doesn’t have a Halloween costume?”

You glance away, embarrassed. “I’ve just been so busy with moving and getting my house on the market, and it’s been hectic here at home… I forgot! Oh, speaking of which—” You raised your voice a bit. “Billy, costume suggestion?”

“A wizard!” Billy chirped from his place on the couch where he and Tommy were now setting up a video game.

“A ninja!” Tommy suggested.

“A spy!” Pietro hollered as he walked back out of the kitchen with a bowl in hand, which he should in your direction. “By the way, sibling-in-law, mind super-sizing this?”

You scowled at him. “I very much do mind and that’s not at all how my power works, thanks.”

Tommy paused what he was doing on the couch and mumbled, “That would have been such a good idea…”

You rolled your eyes and turned back to Wanda with raised hands and a curious look as the boys settled in to their own world again. “Thoughts? Three ideas, right there.”

Wanda hummed thoughtfully and slowly looked you over. The way her eyes traveled down your body made you shiver.

“Or,” you said quieter, setting down your now-empty bowl on the table behind you and slinked your arms around Wanda’s waist, “I could just be a devotee that is very invested in their work with their goddess, who does their absolute best to follow Aphrodite’s wishes…” You paused and waggled your head a bit as you thought. “Or, you know, a scientist or something.”

Wanda hummed and her hands absentmindedly explored your chest. Before you could focus too much on the way heat followed the path of her fingers, she suddenly perked up and pulled them away to clap once and then waggle her pointer fingers at you. “I know!”

“Oh?” Even as you said it, you felt Wanda’s magic take effect on your current casual work outfit. While the magic wasn’t affecting your body at all, you could feel the tickling of magic and fabric twisting and brushing against your skin.

As you watched, your outdoor clothes transformed into a costume. The sleeves of the simple and somewhat dirtied T-shirt you wore twisted down the length of your arms until they ended at cuffs that were adjustable via silver buttons. The color of the shirt darkened and changed and became red and honey yellow plaid, and a line of usable silver buttons erupted down the center of the shirt’s front; the collar of the shirt flared and stretched into a folded collar of a button-up dress shirt. Not only did your shirt change but another layer appeared on top of it, this being a suede black and white dappled vest whose pattern looked like it was trying to mimic a cow while also trying to avoid infringing on said cow’s copyright. You felt a light pressure around your throat, then something bump against the base of your neck, and upon further investigation, you found a red handkerchief tied around your neck and a dark russet cowboy hat hanging from a leather tie. Your long shorts lengthened and changed color and material into denim jeans, accompanied by a thick leather belt with a large buckle, conveniently accented with a swirling design that involved a W and a V, and two gun holsters that were occupied by plastic versions of the weapon. Finally, on your feet appeared brown cowboy boots with golden spurs to match a golden, comically fake sheriff’s star pinned to your chest.

A couple of thoughts popped into your head as you examined your outfit. First, you couldn’t help but make the connection between the specific shades of red and yellow used on your outfit and the same shades that your partners’ powers took on, plus the WV brand attached to your waist; it was enough to make you snicker. The other thought was how familiar the costume looked, despite mild design changes.

“Am I a knockoff Woody from Toy Story?”

Wanda blinked. “Not… my intention but we did take the boys to see it a couple of weeks ago, so.” She shrugged, then brightened again. “What do you think, Sheriff?”

You leaned back on your heels and rested your hands on your belt—then snorted at how you easily fit into standing like someone out of an old Western movie. Narrowing your eyes at her you said, “Why?”

“It’s fun,” Wanda stated simply, then added, “and colorful. And…” She stepped closer and toyed with the hem of your vest. With a lowered voice, “… I like the cowboy look.”

You forced the smirk pulling at your lips to keep at bay, instead squinting at Wanda and waving your hands around generally. “Is this— Is this your thing? Is Halloween what does it for you?”

Wanda turned her head away as she laughed out loud, which may have brought attention to the two of you if Tommy, Billy, and Pietro weren’t too busy hollering over their game.

“I’m just curious,” you carried on. “It’s fine, I just need to know! For future consideration. Depending on what the preference is, I might just have to put on a little Rocky Horror Picture Show— which isn’t exactly Halloween but you know what I mean.”

Wanda continued to snicker and lightly swatted your chest. Her gaze drifted to look past your shoulder and almost at the same time, you picked up the sound of footsteps making their way downstairs; the last member of your household was finally arriving.

“Now what is going on here?” Vision’s chipper British voice was music to your ears as he made it to the ground floor.

You and Wanda shifted your attention to him—and you immediately started laughing. Vision’s green bodysuit paired with a golden cape and wrestling shorts, and the lopsided paper gem stuck to his forehead to cover his real one, was just too much.

“What?” Vision said, sounding offended, as you had to lean against the table behind you while continuing to cackle. While you looked at him through teary eyes, he put on his best fighting face and threw up his fists to make a few boxing motions. “You think it’s smart to laugh at a world-famous wrestler? I’ll show you!”

You continued to snicker but forced yourself to settle. Wiping your eyes, you quipped back, “We’ll fight and then I’ll use my lasso to tie you up, seems fair to me.”

That made Vision, who was still taking a little time to get used to your boldness, freeze.

One of your favorite things about Vision’s awakening, as you liked to call it, was the gradual change in personality that had come with it. Regaining your past and your abilities also brought a great bout of self-confidence. You couldn’t be sure whether this had been your personality pre-Westview or simply a product of finally putting together a lot of the foggy pieces you’d once been missing but either way, you certainly weren’t complaining. You were still awkward and sometimes just a look from either of your partners could make you turn the color of a strawberry but at least you could manage a tease or flirt without immediately cringing in on yourself, and you certainly weren’t afraid to initiate a smooch.

“Behave,” Wanda scoffed in your direction. She gave Vision a comforting pat on the shoulder, which seemed to set him back on track.

“You started it,” you said with a grin, then stepped closer to try to straighten the fake diamond to no avail. “So. Wrestler?”

“Cowboy?” Vision questioned.

“Sheriff, thank you very much.” You tapped on the badge to make a point.

“My apologies.” Vision said in a teasing tone.

“My wrestler and my cowboy,” Wanda said with a pleased smile.

You squinted at her again. “Seriously. Wrestlers too? I’m fascinated.”

Wanda slapped your shoulder.

Three of you must have caused enough ruckus to break up the house’s other trio because then Pietro appeared at your sides.

“Woah!” the silver-haired man said, “Sweet costume, bro-ham-in-law.”

Your nose scrunched up in a mild cringe. Ew, hated that.

“Let me guess,” Pietro went on, “uh, traffic light.”

Vision sighed. You snorted.

“Half-shucked corn?”

Also a good one.

“A booger!”

And back to ew.

Vision rolled his eyes and gave a begrudging “Yes.”

Pietro fist-pumped the air and danced away in victory.

“By the way,” Wanda said, “thank you for humoring me and wearing this ridiculous get-up, honey.”

“Well, there were no other clothes in my closet, so…” Vision trailed off with a suddenly somber expression, only to break into a teasing smile a moment later. “You are incorrigible, darling. I know you have a secret thing for wrestlers.”

You cackled again as he and Wanda got closer and continued to coo at each other in a way that you found equal parts cute and disgusting. You moved away from them to collect yourself, only to catch their attention.

“Oh, don’t worry,” Wanda said teasingly, “you’ll get your pony-talk too!”

“Please,” you begged with a shaking head and shaking hands, “dear god, no.”

Then Vision waggled his brows at you, hit you with a bad Southern-British combo accent and a pointed “howdy” and you screamed before breaking into laughter yet again.

Vision laughed with you before turning his attention to the boys, while Wanda walked over with a grin and to help you off the ground.

“What do you say, boys?” Vision hollered. “Who’s ready for that first hit of high fructose corn syrup?”

The kids and Pietro kept hollering over their video game.

“I hated every second of that,” you said to Wanda as she helped you to your feet.

Wanda gave you a playful pout, then her smile returned as she straightened the handkerchief tied around your neck. When she was satisfied, she moved the hat from behind your back and onto your head. “You chose this.”

“Mm.” You hummed and nodded while fixing your vest. “I did in fact do that. Lucky me, two for one nerd deal.”

“So, about that Rocky Horror idea…”

You stared at her, bewildered. “What has this day done to you?”

Vision’s attention slowly refocused on you and Wanda as he was getting nowhere with Billy and Tommy, though his eyes still lingered on them and their uncle. “Wanda.”

“Yes, dear?” Wanda chirped, turning her smile to her husband.

“Never told me much about your brother,” Vision said with eyes still trained on the three. “I had no idea he’d be so…” He trailed off as the two boys and one man-child started shotgunning sodas; Vision made a face and gave a thumbs-up as he continued sarcastically, “…great with kids.”

“Yeah,” Wanda replied in a tone that shared his exasperations, “He’s just… full of surprises.”

At this point, you were watching the trio as well. After a pause, you piped up, “I don’t know what you guys are talking about. I think he’s a wonderful role model. Such manners.”

You received the gaze of two pairs of narrowed eyes. You gave them a cheerful smile and quirk of your eyebrows in return.

Vision rolled his eyes and began making his way to the door. “Well, you have fun tonight, darling. [Y/N], will you be joining me later?”

“That’s the plan, beanstalk,” you said. You pinched and tugged the stretchy fabric of his bodysuit and let it snap back into place, earning you a glinting glare.

Then Wanda was following after him, confusion wiping the happy expression off her face. “What? What do you mean? You’re all dressed up and ready to go, where the two of you going?”

Vision stopped faux-boxing your hands away as you continued to try to pick at his outfit to wave his arms around his head. “I’m undercover! Halloween is bacchanal for adolescent trouble-makers and the neighborhood watch is the only thing that stands between the trees and the toilet paper.”

“No,” Wanda said and her eyes blinked rapidly in the way that they did when she was trying to comprehend something that didn’t seem right, “that’s not what you’re supposed to—”

“What?” Vision interrupted in a stern voice, with a pointed look.

“Well…” Wanda crossed her arms over her chest and sighed. Her bewildered eyes darted in your direction just briefly before she turned a scowl on Vision. Lowering her voice a bit, she said, “You didn’t tell me you had plans.”

Vision’s hands rested steadily on his hips and his eyes pointed dull daggers back at her own; it was a stand-off. “Well, I am telling you now.”

I should probably step in, you thought.

“It’s their first Halloween. You have to be there.” Wanda’s gaze turned on you, as did Vision’s in the same moment. “And you too?”

Oh boy.

Your eyes bounced between your one partner’s gaze and then the other’s before it settled between them, where you could see Billy, Tommy, and Pietro’s gaming session had slowed. Billy was talking into a nonexistent camera and you could pick out enough words that what he was talking about were his mom and dad. Pietro was glancing around like he was supposed to be doing something and he even began to stand and make his way over—before you hit him with a warning glare and mouthed “no” that had him glued back to his couch seat.

“Not to throw shade at Vision,” you offered, stepping closer and directing Wanda and Vision a few steps farther away from the rest of the household, “which I’m not doing, FYI, but I will be around for most of the festivities. A surrogate Vision, if you will.”

Both of their gazes softened a bit and Wanda opened her mouth to start her tri-parent inclusive spiel but you smiled and waved both her and Vision off.

“I know already, I know, I was just teasing. Wanda, my love,” you continued and turned your attention to her as you moved your hand from her shoulder to her own, “Vision is a neighborhood watch member and I do believe that all the dads of the cul-de-sac are taking part in… watching over the neighborhood during Halloween. You know how kids—and crazy uncles—can be. And I’m just trying to offer my help because let’s face it, I still haven’t exactly made the best of impressions like you two have managed to.”

Wanda tilted her head from side to side, no doubt remembering your interactions with Dottie that she was present for or perhaps your horror stories of previous attempts at impressing the watch, before giving a resigned nod.

“So, I’ll be here, Pietro will be here, Vision will be around and just doing his job, and everything is going to be fine and fun and… the bomb— Ew, did not like that, and if I ever say it again, please send me to the gallows or whatever cowboys punish people with.”

“Guns, usually,” Vision mumbled.

You snickered. “Well, mine are plastic, so my bad, but anyway—”

Wanda huffed a bit gave you a dismissive wave before you could ramble further. “Fine, fine. But you have to promise that we’ll at least spend the night together afterward.”

That last part was directed at Vision, who responded with a nod. Then he cupped a yellow gloved hand around the back of her neck and leaned down to kiss her forehead. “Of course, I promise, darling.”

Wanda, still upset, reacted very little but she didn’t stop him.

Vision straightened up and directed his attention to Tommy and Billy, who were back to loudly playing their game. Making an ominous gesture with his arms as he backed towards the door, he said to them, “You have a spoo-OO-ooky time tonight, kids.”

“Goodnight, Dad!” Billy hollered, with Tommy saying “Bye, Dad” at the same moment. Neither boy looked away from their TV screen.

“Wanda,” Vision said softly to her, “be good.”

As he passed you, he leaned down to give you a peck as well, but you caught him by the cape and kissed his jaw first. As you pulled back, you grumbled, “Be back, Vis.”

His gaze quickly trailed across your face before he gave you a nod and a kiss on the lips. Then he stepped away—and jumped into a strange, half-pouncing pose and said, “I smell crime,” before shuffling his way out the front door.

“I smell bellyaches in the morning,” you said to no one particular as you shut the door behind him.

Wanda trailed after you, frowning, and her hand lingered on the door.

“Hey.” You took her hand and brought it to your lips to kiss each fingertip as she turned your attention to you. “It’ll be okay.”

Now Wanda’s eyes traced a path across your face before meeting your eyes. “How can you be so sure?”

You replied simply, “I have faith in you and Vision more than I do in anyone else.”

Wanda nodded slowly and took her hand back. She turned around, was greeted by Pietro with a scary face and a bottle of shaving cream in each hand, and screamed. She jumped back against you and you circled your arms protectively around her waist. She scolded her twin, “Don’t do that!”

Pietro snickered. “Where do you keep your water balloons?”

“What?” Wanda’s brows furrowed. “We don’t have water balloons.”

“Where are we gonna put all this shaving cream?” Pietro asked, raising the large cans for her to see. He glanced at you where your chin was resting on Wanda’s shoulder.

You gave him a slight nod, then lightly jutted your chin in the direction of the kitchen. “Backyard,” you mouthed, “Shed.”

Pietro grinned.

Wanda scoffed and gave your cheek a light swat. “Don’t encourage him!”

You snickered and smooched her cheek.

Tommy walked over with an opened plastic bag in hand; Pietro used this as an excuse. Pointing a finger at the boy, he said, “It was Billy’s idea.”

“I’m Tommy.”

“And I’m heading back to the house,” you added in. You peeled yourself away from Wanda after giving her a couple more teasing kisses, despite Tommy and Pietro’s gagging responses, and continued, “I’m going to try to get a couple more boxes packed, want to be done by the weekend. See you in an hour or so?”

“How dare you leave me with these monsters,” Wanda said goodnaturedly.

You shrugged as you opened the front door and began backing out of it.

“Don’t worry,” you said, then gave your partner a smirk and a wink, “you’re a goddess, after all.”

===

You were humming casually as you walked down the street. You kept a close eye on Tommy and Billy as they walked slightly ahead of you, chatting about candy, and a familiar tug in your stomach told you that Wanda and Pietro were still walking just behind you.

Suddenly Tommy and Billy ran off. Pietro yelled the mildly concerning encouragement of “Unleash hell, demon spawn!” Wanda let out a worried holler of your name but you were already heading after the boys.

“I got ‘em!” you hollered with a wave over your shoulder. You jogged after them and scooped them into the air from behind, shaking them around as they giggled. Setting them down again, you followed them up to a house, narrowly avoiding other kids and parents. “You’re not supposed to run off, you know.”

“It’s okay,” Billy stated, “Mom will take care of us.”

“Yeah,” Tommy agreed, “she’s magic!”

You snorted. “That doesn’t mean give her a harder time just because of it.”

The three of you reached the opened door of the house. An older woman dressed as a fairytale queen stood in the doorway, holding a bowl full of candy goodies that she lowered for Tommy and Billy to grab from. You glanced at them to see Tommy shoveling twice as much candy as he should into his bag and rolled your eyes before looking back to the woman. She smiled and said, “Good evening, Sheriff, how’s patrol going?”

You put on your best Southern accent and responded with a tip of your hat, “All’s well, Your Highness. Nothing can get past me and my band of… wizard and lightning bolt.”

Finished with their looting, Tommy and Billy spun around and ran back to their mother and uncle. You gave the woman another hat tip before running after them, chuckling.

“Next house, Mom!” Tommy cried as the three of you reached her and Pietro.

“What am I,” you huffed, “chopped liver?”

“You,” Pietro replied pointedly, “don’t have super speed. Whaddya say, boys? How about you let Uncle P maximize your candy acquisition, huh?”

“Yeah,” Tommy exclaimed, “kick-ass!”

“Language,” you warned with a tousle of his silver-painted hair. You stepped over to Wanda’s side as Tommy grasped Billy’s hand, then reached out for Pietro’s.

“I feel the need,” Pietro started.

“For speed!” Tommy finished. They grabbed each other’s hand and then the three of them were gone in a silvery blue streak.

“Kick-ass,” Wanda said. She stared at you incredulously.

“I see the double standard I’m setting,” you stated. “Also, we’re going to regret letting them leave.”

“Probably.” Wanda gave you an empathetic pat on the shoulder, then spotted someone behind you. She made her way around you and walked over to Herb, who wore a fantastic Frankenstein’s Monster costume, and you walked after her. “Oh, hey, Herb.”

“Oh, hey, Wanda, [Y/N],” Herb responded.

You noticed as you got closer, waving absentmindedly, that he had a wire in his ear, probably set up to communicate with the other neighborhood watch members. You wondered if Vision had thought his cover through and actually told anyone that he was going to help out the watch tonight.

“How’s the patrol going?” Wanda asked.

“Eh, quiet so far,” Herb replied, only for a crackle to sound in his ear. He asked for the two of you to hang on for a moment, then put a finger to his ear. “Say again. All the candy has disappeared?”

As if on cue, Pietro and the twins went zipping by behind him, leaving no candy in their wake. You and Wanda exchanged nervous glances.

“And now all the jack-o’-lanterns have been smashed,” Herb continued. “And now everyone’s covered in silly string?”

“I said we’d regret it,” you muttered to her.

She anxiously looked about, trying to follow the streak flying up and down the street. “[Y/N], honey, could you maybe…?”

“I’ll get the pumpkins and silly string,” you offered, your powers already beginning to warm your fingertips, “you get the candy?”

“Deal.”

Wanda pretended to fix her hair and used the action to mask a subtle power-conjuring gesture. In response, the insides of bowls and bags being held by the people around you began to glow red as their candy was replenished.

Now that you had a handle on your own abilities, it was easy to manage with no hand movements required. The power itself was fairly simple: you could transform matter from one form to another. It came with a couple of other quirks, like a heightened awareness of certain energies—such as Wanda’s magic or Vision’s overall synthezoid being—and being able to use that awareness to find a person if you focused hard enough and paid attention to the pull in your gut but overall, you didn’t find it particularly special and it was nowhere near as powerful as Wanda’s. You could also drain your powers if you used them too long or focused on them too hard, and had to keep a constant source of energy intake to keep both your body and ability’s energy in check; in other words, you were almost always snacking.

It was useful in times like these, though, where you had a target object or objects that needed to be covered up. All you had to do was focus—not too little and not too much, you found through trial and error; that was the trickiest part—and let the prickling heat coat your hands, and then thin wisps of black appeared to float around smashed pumpkins or entangle themselves with lines of silly string. Black turned to white as the transformation began to take place—silly string into fake cobwebs, Halloween-themed strings of light, or sinking into peoples’ clothing to become part of the pattern, and pumpkins into sturdier variations of themselves or other Halloween decorations—before white turned to red and then faded altogether.

You’d think at least one person of Westview would notice such feats of glowing magic and decorations appearing before their very eyes but no. The only indication that anything had changed at all was another crackle in Herb’s ear.

“Oh, nice,” Herb said in response to the talking in his ear, “everything seems to be all good now.”

“Huh, weird,” you said as you casually shook off the tingling sensation in your hands, “I wondered what happened.”

“Pranks, probably,” Wanda suggested after clearing her throat and dropping her hands. “Of course, the watch probably handled it. I’m sure Vision had a hand in it.”

“Vision?” Herb questioned. “Oh, he’s not on duty.”

Nice job, Vis.

“Oh,” Wanda said, “I… I thought…”

“Is there something I can do for you, Wanda?” Herb asked, suddenly staring intently at her. “Do you want something changed?”

Wanda became visibly uncomfortable and she chuckled nervously. “No. It’s fine. Nevermind.”

You eyed Herb; his eyes weren’t quite glassy but they stared with an emptiness that made your intestines twist before they snapped back to normal when Wanda indicated that everything was fine. You placed a supporting hand on Wanda’s back and slowly ushered her away as Herb smiled, waved, and walked off down the street.

“Strange,” Wanda said with a few rapid blinks.

“Very.” you agreed as the two of you walked on. “Are you okay?”

Wanda blinked once more, then stopped walking. “Did Vision lie to me?”

You slowed and turned to face her before stopping altogether. “Well, he’s technically doing his job.”

Wanda stared at you. “Do you know where he is? What he’s doing?”

You winced, then shook your head. “I don’t. I’m sorry. I told him that he should talk to you and he must have decided he didn’t want to ‘get me in trouble’ or something.”

Wanda frowned and mumbled, “What is wrong with us…?”

“I’m sorry,” you tried again as you anxiously toyed with the hem of your short vest, “I want to help.”

Wanda sighed and gave you a small, sad smile. “You tried.”

===

Later that night, while you and Wanda were back walking with the group, Tommy found himself to have developed super-speed like Pietro because of course, he had. As you’d done for most of the day, you tasked yourself with watching over the kids while Wanda used her time to catch up with her estranged brother. This time, you were watching Tommy zip Billy and himself around to test out his new ability while Wanda and Pietro wandered a little further down the street. Now that Tommy had an energy similar to that of his parents, even if you couldn’t see him, you could hone in on him and follow a familiar pull.

You were leaning against the side of the local cinema, which was currently showing The Incredibles—Westview had apparently shifted decades again—and attempting to make a mental map of Tommy’s speedy travels while using the compass-like pull when the pull suddenly yanked your attention upward. Your eyes shot open as you sought out the call of your attention and against the starless night sky, you could see a pinprick of familiar golden light hovering over a floating silhouette.

You glanced over to Wanda and Pietro, who were deep in conversation. Then a flash of silver light zipped across your field of vision; you stopped Tommy and Billy by turning a section of the street in their path to wet cement.

“Hey, no fair!” Tommy whined.

“My costume…” Billy mumbled sadly.

You tugged them out of the wet cement, turned it back to asphalt, and transformed the mess on their shoes and pants into grass clippings that could easily be brushed off. After doing so, you straightened up and took the toy guns out of your holsters. You thought about turning them into squirt guns and setting the twins loose, then decided that wouldn’t make you any better than Pietro and settled for transforming them into massive chocolate bars instead. You held them out to the twins.

“Take these,” you said, “and be on your best behavior for the rest of the night. Go with your mom and Pietro to the movie showing. Tell them I’ll be back in a bit, okay?”

Tommy eyed the chocolate skeptically before shrugging and taking it anyway. “Where are you going?”

“To make sure Vision gets home on time,” you replied. Tommy shrugged again and walked off, and you started to turn away when you felt a little hand grasp your wrist and the slight spark of magical energy that came with it. You looked down to see Billy staring up at you with wide eyes.

“Do you think they’ll be okay?” he asked softly. “Mom and Dad?”

You took his hand and squeezed it. “Of course, hon’. If anyone can make something work, they can.”

Billy stared for a little longer before nodding. He squeezed your hand back, then dropped it. “Stay safe.”

“That’s the plan.”

===

You were following your inner compass to Vision, who was no longer flying overhead when you began feeling the weird sensation of something non-physical trying to clamber inside your head. You were tempted to try to block yourself from whatever it was trying to reach you but it didn’t feel threatening. Instead, it felt somewhat familiar and it felt scared.

You paused and try to figure out what exactly it was and as you did so, your head filled with radio static, struggling to get in tune. You focused harder, invited whatever was trying to connect with you to do so, and just as the familiarity clicked as Billy, the young boy’s voice rang inside your skull.

It’s Dad, Billy’s voice said and then the radio static was reappearing. Before it completely overtook him, you could hear, He’s in trouble.

Just as Billy’s voice and then the radio static disappeared from your head, a section of the barrier shielding Westview from the outside world exploded into view. From your previous experience with going through the barrier yourself, you recognized the warping of the static wall as trying to bend around something trying to leave to prevent it from doing so.

Burning heat suddenly flared in your palms, strong enough to envelop your entire arms and lick at your shoulders and neck. Then you were running to Vision’s aid, throwing bolts of glowing energy ahead of you to transform obstacles like trees and signs into harmless items that were no longer in your way as you beelined to your partner. While the visible section of the barrier was easy enough to follow, it didn’t tell you anything about the condition of the person it was fighting against. Instead, the normally steady pang that was now quickly shattering and fading told you Vision was not just in danger but dying, and fast. You attempted to quicken your pace further.

By the time you reached the edge of Westview, you felt sweaty and exhausted, and the numbness of falling asleep limbs was setting into your hands and arms; you’d overused your abilities. Still, when you saw that Vision was nowhere to be seen, meaning he’d managed to make it through the barrier, you pushed forward and started forcing your way through it as well. Although your powers were weak from overuse and nothing compared to Wanda’s they did help make the passage somewhat easier. Just before you broke through to the other side, you felt what could only be described as the magic version of the pullback of a wave before a tsunami was about to hit.

Then you were collapsing on the other side of the barrier. It was hell there—a high-tech military base was set up, trucks and soldiers were swarming around, a woman was being handcuffed to one truck by a familiar man—but all you could focus on was the body of your dying lover laying on the ground barely a foot ahead of you, pieces of him tearing from his body and flying backward to be absorbed by the energy field just behind you. You felt yourself choke out a sob from seeing him in such a state and forced yourself to crawl one inch, then two inches, then three inches forward until you could wrap a weak hand around his ankle and attempt to feed what little bit of energy that you had left into him. You drained yourself little by little of everything you had left until dark spots appeared in your eyesight and you didn’t have enough strength to lift your head or keep a tight hold on Vision’s ankle.

You were about to pass out when Wanda’s magic hit crashed into you like a wave and traveled outward. Then everything went black.

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avengerscompound · 4 years ago

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The Tower: Family - 29

The Tower: Family An Avengers Fanfic

Series Masterlist PREVIOUS //

Pairing: Avengers x OFC, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)

Word Count: 1858

Warnings: Pregnancy, labor, delivery, medical proceedures

Synopsis: With new powers, Thor now living on Earth full time, a wedding to plan, and Natasha and Wanda expecting, a lot is changing for Elly and her large and rather unconventional family. When Elise’s parents try to reestablish connections, Elly questions what being a family actually means.

Chapter 29: Becca

When Natasha went into labor it was about as dramatic as what you’d expect it to be for her.

It was a week before her due date, but well into the zone the doctor’s call full term. She was uncomfortable and hating it but she still insisted that she be the one that walked the kids to and from school every day so that she could cloak them. Because it was getting so close to her due date, Clint and Bucky had started to shadow her again. That meant, rather than a random changing of the guard for the people doing the drop-off and pick-up, it was always Clint, Bucky, and Natasha.

They had been out for around half an hour when they returned. I was sitting in the living room with Sam and Wanda while she nursed the babies.

Wanda had been such a star with breastfeeding. With Riley and Pietro I’d ended up needing a bottle supplement which had turned to complete formula diets when they realized the bottle was a much easier way to get lots of milk. I also remember struggling to feed them both at the same time.

Wanda had no such trouble. I don’t know if it was just her and she would have been fine no matter what, or if it was the fact her powers pretty much allowed for anything - or a combination of the both - but she could feed both twins at once, never complained, and the babies were steadily gaining weight.

If there was a way for a person to burst through elevator doors, Natasha did it. All three of us looked over startled as Nat hurried inside, beelining straight to the stairs. There was a shadow of wetness on her maternity pants and a look of frustration on her face.

“What’s going on?” Sam asked his eyes flicking from Natasha who was already halfway up the stairs to Bucky and Clint who were following after her.

“Nat’s water broke while we were dropping the kids off at school. She started getting contractions on the way back,” Clint explained.

Wanda gave an excited squeak that made Rose give her the dirtiest look a newborn can muster.

“Wow, alright,” Sam said. “El, you go with them. FRIDAY, let the others know it’s happening. And tell Happy, Travis, and Amber that I need to see them.”

“Yes, sir,” FRIDAY replied.

I gave Sam a curious look. “Well, the kids are going to need to be picked up, I figure if Happy drives one either Travis or Amber. And they’re both going to need to be extra hands-on, because I’m pretty sure Wanda’s going to want to come down and be with Nat too, right, honey?”

“Oh yes,” Wanda agreed. “I’ll come up to feed these two, but I don’t want to miss that.”

“Alright, I’ll go check on Nat,” I said getting up. “I’m sure we’re still many, many hours away. She probably won’t come until tomorrow morning.”

“Wanna bet on the time?” Sam asked.

I smirked at him. “Yeah, alright. I think 3.30 am.”

“I’m gonna say 11 am. Rebecca’s going to sleep in,” Sam said.

“Closest to it wins? If it’s exactly in the middle it can be you,” I suggested.

“Sounds good,” he said, holding out his hand for me to shake.

“What’s the prize?” I asked.

Sam smirked at me. “I’m sure we can think of something.”

I giggled and headed upstairs to check on Natasha. I found her in the shower with Bucky, while Clint lazed on the bed. “How are you doing there, Nat?” I asked.

“Completely mortified,” she said. “I was talking to one of the other mothers and I just … exploded all over them. Amniotic fluid went everywhere. All over her pants legs. And the floor. The worst part was that I think the labor started this morning, but I thought it was those Braxton Hicks contractions so I ignored them.”

“That is very dramatic, Tasha,” I teased. “Perfectly you.”

“I am really glad I have those powers, I tell you,” Natasha said. “I would have to murder half the population of the planet if pap photos came out with me looking like I wet my pants.”

I smothered a laugh. “No, we wouldn’t want that.”

“Careful, El,” Natasha warned.

“Yeah, El, don’t anger the assassin that’s in labor,” Bucky teased.

Natasha got out of the shower and I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her as Bucky turned off the water.

“What no towel for me?” Bucky asked, stepping out onto the bath mat.

I grabbed another towel and threw it at him. He caught it laughing and I giggled and turned my attention back to Natasha. “Have you called the medbay?”

“Yes,” Natasha said. “I called them on the way home. They said to wait until five minutes apart and then come down. I only had -” she looked at Bucky. “-two? Since my water broke, so I think we are a ways off yet.”

She wasn’t kidding. Most of the rest of the day was spent just as normal. Only every half hour, give-or-take, Natasha would have a contraction. Happy and Travis went and collected the kids from school. By dinner time Natasha was beginning to feel it and opted out of eating anything but she sat at the table with us. She only winced once during the meal but tried not to let the kids see her discomfort. Bruce even had time to read Riley and Pietro their bedtime stories before things started to get serious.

At around 11.30 Natasha was in serious pain and not able to hide it anymore. Given her background and the super-serum her pain tolerance was higher than most, so it was difficult to see her struggling so much with it.

We took turns pacing with her, rubbing her back, and feeding her ice chips. At around one I ran a bath for her and Steve sat on the edge of the tub and held the nozzle against her back.

By two she couldn’t take it anymore. We went down to the medbay and Clint supported her while they put in an epidural. When that kicked in, it was like Nat was a completely different person. She just kicked back in the hospital bed dozed through her contractions and we all spread out around the room doing the same.

We all awkwardly slept where we could, only waking when the nurses came in to check her progress. At a little after three, they told us it was nearly time for Natasha to push. They turned off the epidural and the pain of childbirth returned to her in full. She hunched forward grabbing her knees and bared down. Sweat clung to her skin and her face flush red.

“That’s it, Natasha,” Doctor Shroeder coached. “Push.”

There was nothing beautiful or romantic about the way Natasha gave birth. It wasn’t a magical moment where life miraculously entered the world. It was messy and bloody and loud. After half an hour of pushing, Rebecca began to crown, and right away we could see she was going to take after her biological mom more than her biological dad. She had a little cap of pale red hair that was just visible.

“We can see her, Nat,” Sam said, excitedly.

“Not long now, Tasha,” Bucky added.

“It’s gotten to that freaky horror movie part, Nat,” Clint said. “You want a mirror so you can see?”

Natasha nodded and Doctor Schroeder grabbed a mirror and held it up for her to see. “There she is. Your little redhead girl.”

Natasha smiled and started to sob. She had gone past the point where she could speak it seemed and everything had gotten too much. Bucky patted her forehead with a damp cloth.

“Alright, Natasha, next time you feel the urge again, push,” the doctor said.

Natasha bared down. “I hate you so much, James Barnes,” she moaned as she pushed.

“I know, Tasha,” he said. “I don’t blame you.”

“You’re doing so well, sweetheart,” Steve praised.

She shot him a look that screamed bloody murder. “Shut your stupid, positive mouth.”

Tony tried to stifle a laugh as Steve’s cheeks flushed.

It was another two pushes until Rebecca’s head was clear, and only two more after that before she joined us screaming her head off. “Here she is. Your daughter has a lot to say.”

Natasha lay back exhausted but looking very pleased with herself. I was ushered forward and cut the cord and the little squawling baby was put onto Natasha’s chest. “Hey, Becca,” she croaked. “You made it.”

Her cries began to settle and she lay staring up at all the faces peering down at her. “You did so well, Natasha,” Wanda praised. “Look at that perfect little girl.”

“I can’t believe you did this with two and no drugs,” Natasha sighed, caressing Rebecca’s back.

“What time is it?” Sam asked, reaching over and playing with Rebecca’s hand.

“Her official birth time is 4.23 in the morning,” Doctor Shroeder answered.

“Ha! I win,” I teased.

Sam smirked at me. “Seems to me, we both win, princess.”

“Okay, okay, enough of that talk in front of the baby,” Bruce joked.

The medical staff fussed around Natasha, giving Rebecca her shots and a shot to Nat to help her deliver the placenta. We were all too caught up in Rebecca’s presence to pay that much attention. Though Bruce and I both looked over the placenta fascinated when it was out.

Eventually, the nurses took Rebecca off Natasha to clean her up a little and check her over. Thor rubbed my back. “Only one more to go,” he said.

“He can stay put for a little longer,” I said. “Let him get fully cooked.”

Once Natasha had been taken to her room with Rebecca and she’d showered and changed into her pajamas it was just past breakfast time and Amber and Travis brought Riley, Pietro, Sarah, and Rose down. It was funny, even though Sarah and Rose were almost three weeks older than Rebecca they were still a little smaller than her. We once again got Riley and Pietro gifts from the newborn and they were much more interested in opening those than interacting with their new sibling.

“Alright kiddos, you better say goodbye to everyone, it’s time to get to school,” Amber said.

“Do we hafta?” Riley asked.

Steve shrugged. “You can stay if you want, but we’re all very tired and everyone will most likely be sleeping.”

Riley seemed to ponder the predicament for a moment and then nodded. “Otay, we go.”

“Sounds good, bug,” I said and kissed them both goodbye. “Are you going to say goodbye to all your sisters?”

“Otay,” Pietro said and the two went around kissing first all their parents and then the babies goodbye.

“Bye-bye!” They called as Amber led them from the room.

“Okay but that was really cute,” Clint said.

“Yeah,” I agreed. “I have to say I am really glad we have FRIDAY recording things because I definitely want framed pictures of them kissing the babies goodbye.”

// NEXT

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shingia · 4 years ago

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hihi hello, can you do akaashi with angst prompt 14 please💕🤲 @almalckd i read thru all the prompts and all i can say is that i’ll cry reading a few of them🤠

❝𝐜𝐨𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝 - 𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫❞

a/n : if you have anxiety then please keep in mind that what’s written in this fic are not just words i’ve invented for the story’s sake, i consider them to be important things to keep in mind. so from the bottom of my heart : please listen to what akaashi says below <33 (we all know he’s the voice of reason)

prompt 14 : “there used to be such a pretty light in your eyes”

⤷ timeskip! akaashi x reader | angst, comfort ending | word count : 2.4k

(for all my burnt out gifted kids out there <3)

nights had always been the worst. in the darkness of the bedroom, the sobs you were so desperately holding in tore your throat apart every second a little bit more. and the pain did not not stop until you finally allowed yourself to let a sob out, just one before aggressively covering your mouth with a shaky hand. it would have been so much easier to let all this bottled-up sorrow pour out of your body freely. to let the familiar coldness of your tears stream down your cheeks until they let your skin dry and itchy.

but there was a reason why you were forcing sobs down your throat. And that reason was sound asleep next to you.

akaashi’s peaceful features probably offered an intriguing contract with your anxiety-stricken face. every twenty minutes or so, you felt his arm reach for your side of the bed, eager to find your familiar warmth again, the one he had embraced so tenderly before going to sleep. but you wouldn’t let him, because when your body was not shaken by a series of sobs, your nervous quivering took over ; and either way, you’d wake him up. which was the last thing you wanted.

you turned around in bed for the hundredth time that night, the feeling of your drenched pillow against your cheek like a mocking reminder you of how miserable you were feeling.

« the pride of the family », « the prodigy »… you loathed these ridiculous nicknames. because the pride of the family had fallen off its pedestal years ago. and it had been a long time since the prodigy had not fallen asleep with dry eyes.

you were destined to achieve great things, at least that was what everyone had always told you, and expected you to do. drawing, painting, playing the piano, dancing : you were the best at everything... until you weren’t. your body simply could not take it anymore, and your mind had given up a long time ago.

failing at everything you used to be good at was the first crack. and it deepened at the mere thought of how much of a disappointment you were becoming. the wheels were in motion, full speed towards the abyss.

the second crack appeared when you started med school in kyoto last year. it was the last thing you wanted to do with your life, but you were considered clever enough to succeed. and who wouldn’t want a doctor in the family, right ? right...

« are you sure about that ? » akaashi had asked you the day before you moved.

he had been the only one to notice that something was off. and you knew he would have held you back if you had just been honest about the crippling fear and anxiety that was keeping you up at night. but you didn’t. and you stayed there for almost a year before dropping out.

your parents had welcomed you at the tokyo station. they were smiling when you got off the train, but a voice kept hammering your head you that all you represented now was a waste of talent, time and money. the golden child who had boarded the train had nothing to do with the one who got off. little did they know that the shell you had built around you your whole life had very recently been smashed to pieces.

however, disappointing your family and yourself was one thing, but disappointing the one and only person whose support had never faltered ? that was beyond you. so you thought it was better to try and take some time away from akaashi, because the last thing you wanted was for him to see you for who you were now. he had fallen in love with your talented self, the cheerful bundle of joy that he met on the first day of high school. And that was not yourself anymore.

but letting go did not seem to be in akaashi keiji’s vocabulary. and thank god it wasn’t. he came to visit you the day after you came back. you had spent the entire afternoon bawling your eyes out on your bed. the same bed that you used to happily jump on as a kid, medals shining around your neck. his firm knock on the door pulled your mind away from your misery for a short instant.

« please, open the door » akaashi asked as softly as he could, « i need to see your face »

his voice felt like home, much more than your parent’s house, and they seemed to be the first thing that calmed the racing and painful thoughts which had been invading your head mercilessly for the past weeks.

hand shaking, you turned the keys in the lock before pulling the doorknob down slowly. akaashi did not even have time to look at your swollen eyes and wet cheeks that his arms were already wrapped around your quivering figure. he almost leaped on you like he was afraid you might disappear in a cloud of smoke before his skin could touch yours.

it had been a year since someone had held you like that. and so you begged him to take you to his apartment, to take you away from between these walls that made you feel like like you didn’t belong.

and there you were, spending your first night with akaashi after more than a year apart, and you were spending it it sobbing in his sheets. how long will it take him to realize he doesn’t love me anymore ? you kept asking yourself. just thinking about this made you break out in cold sweat. you felt like you were about to throw up.

as silently as you could, you got out of bed and walked to his kitchen, shivering at the contact between the cold tiling and your bare feet. you put him in an uncomfortable position, the voice in your head kept whispering. you forced him to accept you here, now he’s stuck with a burden.

shaking the thought away, you poured yourself a glass of water that you drank in one go. you slammed in down on the sink, out of breath, and closed your eyes to take a deep breath in.

but you opened them back as soon as you felt the feeling of a soft blanket slowly wrapping around your shoulders. in the reflection of the window, you could not guess his face, but you could recognize akaashi’s touch better than anything.

« i’m sorry » he whispered, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder. « i shouldn’t have let you go »

you turned around slowly, his hands now resting on your lower back, and hugged him back hesitantly, like he was made of glass. ever so gently, he grabbed your hand in his and led you back to the bedroom where he tucked you in securely before laying next to you, never breaking the contact between your skin and his

you still hadn’t uttered a single sound, yet there were a thousand words you wanted to say, and they were all battling in your mind. his slender fingers began to brush your hair absentmindedly, and you felt his chest rise a few times before he spoke again :

« there used to be such a pretty light in your eyes »

his voice was different. imbued with melancholy. it would have been more than enough to make you cry, yet for some obscure reason, your eyes stayed completely dry and you didn’t dare to breathe until he talked again. but he didn’t. akaashi wanted to hear your answer, and he was ready to wait for it.

« i’m exhausted » you said hoarsely « i hate that i let myself fall apart, i should get up on my feet like I always did. but i’m so fucking terrified of failing again. it’s like i put a sword over my own head, and next time i fail, i just know it’ll fall and tear me in half »

as you spoke, your muscles began tensing up once again. You reached for Akaashi’s hand desperately fast and held it in yours as tight as you could just to find the courage of talking again :

« what if i’m not the one you fell in love with anymore ? just look at you, you’re successful, you’re thriving and the only thing i do is to stain your life with my worries. i don’t even expect you to understand, i know they’re stupid... »

these words were barely out of your mouth that he immediately lifted your chin with index and looked into your eyes with the most serious face.

« i understand. everything. because i’m terrified of fucking up, too » he said bluntly « you think I’ve never cried myself to sleep ? everyone has, and it’s perfectly normal, as long as you promise yourself to get back up again. little by little, day by day, because the only thing that matters is right now. and right now you’re safe with me. »

and there they were. the tears. you knew he had obviously seen them as soon as they had prickled the corner of your eyes, but out of habit, you still buried your head in his chest, just because you knew it would hurt him to see you cry.

but Akaashi was having none of that and he kept his finger below your chin to lift it up again.

« you’re hiding yourself because you’re so desperately trying not to worry anyone. but not being alright is fine, and it’s not something to be ashamed of. especially not with me » he told you with kindest eyes you had ever seen. now listen closely : all your thoughts are not facts. you matter, you always have and you always will. and i’ll keep telling you that until you start to believe it. »

« but aren’t you disappointed ? i was holding all the cards but i still fucked it up. and i can’t stop beating myself up over the fact that you wasted time and energy on me »

his thumb carefully wiped the tear that was about to meet your upper lip while the rest of his fingers kept gently stroking the side of your face. you craved his touch and found yourself praying that he’d never let go of you.

« i fell in love with you for what you are, and not what you do. i fell in love with how you’re always bringing the best out of people, starting with me » he answered before placing a kiss on your forehead.

he pulled you closer to his chest once again, and you heard his soothing heartbeat right against your ear.

« remember when all my volleyball team used to make fun of me because i spent hours talking about you ? » he asked, his fingers finding their way back to your hair, « that’s because I wanted everyone to know how great you are. and you know what would make me really happy ? that you’d know it too »

gripping his t-shirt in the palm of your hand, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath in, letting his comforting smell overwhelm your senses.

« i wish i knew it too » you sighed, realizing that the tears had stopped. « maybe it’s weird but... i feel like a piece of coal that people desperately wanted to turn into diamond. but nobody ever talks about coal that doesn’t do well under pressure. what do you do with it ? »

as you spoke, your voice became lower and lower until it completely faded in the night. akaashi’s heartbeat sounded farther away the more your thoughts started to wander. for the first time in a long time, the goosebumps on your arms had disappeared. lying in the soft silence of his love, it felt safe to surrender to sleep.

the next day, you woke up alone, still wrapped in the warm sheets that still carried the faint smell of akaashi’s perfume. the blinds were closed but you only had to follow the light that came from the kitchen to find your boyfriend sat at the table, his eyes fixed on the lines of the book opened in front of him.

« good morning » you told him with a faint smile.

« good morning. remember what you said last night ? » he asked you out of the blue, sounding like he had been waiting to ask you this for a few hours now. « about what people did with coal ? »

you raised an eyebrow, confused yet melting in front of the obvious excitement he was trying to conceal. you nodded your head yes, you had vague memories of asking him that before drifting off. he stood up and walked to the counter, you watched him grab a piece of paper that he put on the table, right in front of you.

it was a sketch. and it was hard not to recognize that the intersecting black lines looked very much like you, sound asleep. your chin started trembling as your eyes lingered on how every stroke of the pen fell into place to depict your peaceful features. you knew it had been more than a year since you had such an expression on your face.

when your gaze fell again on akaashi, he was getting something out of his hoodie’s pocket, which you recognized to be a jet black charcoal pencil - right before noticing that the tip of his fingers were, indeed, stained with black.

« i didn’t have coal, but I thought charcoal was close enough » he told you with a shy smile.

you bit your lower lip to prevent your eyes from getting teary, because right now you didn’t want anything to blur your vision, you wanted to be able to see every inch of his face before giving him the tightest hug you had ever given. his voice reached your ear :

« hey, i think I just saw the pretty light »

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that-yandere-life · 5 years ago

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Bucky Barnes for nsfw? Thank you. Love your content.

[Thank you so much for helping me celebrate! I hope that you enjoy, and that it was what you were looking for!]

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

At first he probably won’t be aware of what aftercare is, even when he was a ladies man it was in a time where that wasn’t really considered as it should have been. However once you inform him of your needs he will tend to them happily!

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Favorite part of his: His hair, it might not be traditionally considered a body part but after Hydra it’s the thing he likes most about himself. Especially the feeling of you caressing it tenderly, or pulling on it in the midst of passion.

Favorite part of yours: Your fingers, it goes in tandem with his hair in a way because they are usually touching it in some way shape or form. Pulling, tangling, caressing his hair, or touching his scars carefully, he just wants to be in contact with you.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Inside of you most of the time, it would be his preferred place as most Yandere’s when posed this question. While he might not be ready for kids immediately, he does want to have some with you in the future.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Upon learning what Pegging is, he really wants to try it with you. Knowing that he trusts you more than anyone else in the world, so he is willing to give up a little control to you. Something he refuses to do in his daily life, after living so long under someone else’s control.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

While back in the day he had experience, and he can remember certain things from that time… He will not be experienced as much as you, as things have definitely changed in the 70+ years since then. Don’t worry though, he is a fast learner ;)

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary for the most part, because he wants to be looking into your eyes as he tenderly fucks you, or plows you into the mattress depending on the occasion. Not to mention he wants you to have full access to his hair, as it drapes down over his pleasured expressions.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Bucky deep down is a pretty lighthearted guy, a little sarcastic but in an endearing way. So while he will mostly keep it romantic or passionate, he isn’t above laughing or making a comment to make you laugh.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

While under Hydra’s rule he didn’t have any semblance of personal hygiene really, however now he likely will keep it trimmed to your standards. Whatever you prefer is how he will maintain it, wanting to make you happy most of all.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Incredibly romantic, as he never thought he would have someone like you in his life after all he went through. Personally thinking the life that he wanted so desperately as a boy was forever lost, until he met you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

On missions when he can’t be with you, purposely saving nude photos or videos of you into his phone for such occasions. [Only after you showed him how to put a password on his device haha] He isn’t shy about it, as he might have been back in the day, especially after you assured him that it was perfectly natural.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Worship kink, he will worship every single ounce of you, and the ground you walk on. That’s honestly how much he truly loves you, and how obsessed he is with you. Kissing you from head to toe, only to start over at the beginning. Praising you, and telling you how lucky he is that he has you the entire time.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Outside under the night sky and stars is his favorite, because it makes him feel like you are the only two existing in the universe at that moment. As long as he has you beside him, he is whole once again.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Whenever you call him Sarge or Sargent, he never thought that it would affect him in the way that it does. Or if you ever decide to dress how they did back in the day, your outfit wouldn’t be on long before it was lying on the floor of your shared bedroom.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Would never want to do anything to really harm you, and would never want to choke you with his metal arm. Even if you asked for it he would be incredibly uncomfortable, even if he is now in full control. Not wanting to use a murder weapon that could potentially be the end of you if he doesn’t know his strength properly.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Back in the day he never experienced either really as it was kind of taboo or not really thought about. However now he LOVES both giving and receiving! While at first he will be a bit sloppy and uneducated on what to do, he will read your expressions and noises accordingly to figure out what you enjoy most. When you first went down on him he was a little on edge at the thought, but once you got into it he thoroughly enjoyed it.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends, after a bad mission it’s going to be fast and rough, he will need to get his frustrations out in a positive manner. What better way than to fuck you into next week? Most of the time however he will start off slow and sensual, before adjusting his pace accordingly to make you fall apart around him.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Most of the time he wants to take in every single moment with you, that being said he isn’t above a quickie if you are both in the mood with little time. Closets, bathrooms, conference rooms, any place that is remotely private.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Sexually is really the only time he takes risks anymore, and that’s because the two of you just can’t keep your hands off each other. Often slipping away from events or parties to be with each other. Sometimes you return to the event, sometimes you don’t.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Super Soldier my dear, he can go for as long as you can and then some. However he will be very attentive to you and he will know when you can’t handle anymore. Which is perfectly fine with him because you come first!

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Likely wouldn’t own any toys at first, but once you introduce them to him he is all for trying practically anything out with you! Expect your collection to grow exponentially as you both experiment with what you like.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

I don’t really think he would be much of a tease, but if he does tease it would be in a very cute sarcastic manner. Don’t make him jealous however, it won’t end well for the other person. Not that he would kill them or anything, but he isn’t above roughing them up a little bit or confronting them publicly.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Grunts, groans, not incredibly loud. What is kind of loud is his praising of you, sweet nothings said in the heat of the moment, passionate kissing of not only your lips but anywhere he can reach at the time.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Wore your underwear once after losing a bet between the two of you, and found that he actually really liked it. So you bought him some of his own, especially as it is super sexy when his pants come off in private. ;)

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Thickkkk, uncut, slightly above average length.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

High, but only since he met you. Before he didn’t even really think about it besides the odd jack off when he couldn’t help himself.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Bucky doesn’t really sleep well even now, so he will likely watch you fall asleep way before he would ever give into slumber himself. Always afraid a nightmare might wake you up, causing both of you to lose precious sleep.

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musicofglassandwords · 5 years ago

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COS snippet #22

this one’s a bit long too.......right after the events of the last one

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Lyssa opened her eyes slowly, her head pounding miserably. The morning was still gray with cold, absent of all sunshine and it took her a while to realize where she was. Her arm ached badly, temporarily distracting her until the memories of last night rose to the surface.

It stole the breath from her lungs, and she made a choked sound, her tears all used up, so she was denied even of the luxury of catharsis.

Xander, Xan, her brother.

And it was all her fault.

She let out a shuddering breath, and looked around her, her eyes tight from crying and caught sight of Kai asleep on a cot near her. Slightly surprised, she wedged an arm under herself and tried to sit up. Agony cut through her and she made a sound, collapsing back against the cushions behind her.

She couldn’t even sit up.

She couldn’t do anything.

Never had been capable.

She ddin’t deserve the release of tears.

“Lyss?” Kai opened his eyes, his voice thick with sleep.

“I’m awake,” she said, coughing to clear the hoarseness in her throat. “You slept the whole night here?”

“Of course not,” he rolled his eyes. “Ya think I’m an idiot?”

“Of course I do,” she tried to smile, but couldn’t muster the energy to do so.

“Here's some water,” he said, moving to her side and handing her a glass of water. She drank slowly, the cool water rushing through her system. She hissed as she pressed a hand to her wound; her pulse was throbbing through the wound, and she could feel the thin strips of cloth growing damp with blood.

“Potion, please.”She took it gratefully from him and downed it in one gulp.

“All I do is work around you,” he scoffed, taking the empty vial from her.

“Sorry, not sorry,” she retorted weakly, shifting uncomfortably against the too warm cushions. He sighed, carefully, carefully helping her sit up, his touch barely there as he turned the cushions around and leaned her back against them.

He knelt down beside her. “Are you okay? And I mean emotionally.”

She swallowed, nodding, even as tears welled up in her eyes again. “I’m fine.”

Kai said nothing, gently pushing back some of the loose strands of hair behind her ears. “We heard that Xan’s missing.”

A ragged noise tore its way out of her throat and she let out a horrible sob, turning her face aside. Words bubbled up on her tongue and forced their way out. She needed to tell someone.

“Two of the soldiers caught at me off guard. And he was too far away to hit them with his knives.” She let out a choked noise. “He mind controlled one to kill the other, but the pain of that was already eating at him. Halfway out of the forest, he collapsed. We dragged ourselves to the shadows.”

She stopped, tears rolling down her face, her entire body trembling. The weight of everything that had happened was sinking down on her, crushing her heart and chest. It hurt so much to breath, it hurt so much.

Kai made a soothing noise, his eyes bright with unshed tears, face tight with emotion, and got up, coming back with a wet cloth that he handed to her. She pressed it to her face, grateful for the coolness, relaxing the tension in her.

“You can stop if you can’t talk about it.” He put a hand on her uninjured shoulder.

“No, I need to say it.” To understand that everything that happened was my fault. “The soldiers came and Xan told me to be quiet. He’d already sent up the signal flare. And he went out, and mind controlled a soldier who was about to find me. He got knocked out, and I passed out from blood loss.”

Kai was silent, as he got up and brought her another glass of water. She shook her head at him. She should drown for her sins, be deprived of everything for abandoning her brother.

“Drink it, kejan,” he said, pushing it into her hand, and she gulped it down, almost hating Kai for making her drink it.

“Don’t talk like that.” The glass fell onto the cot, loosed from her weak grasp.

“Don’t talk like what?” He looked at her confusedly, perching on the cot next to her.

Like you care.

“I don’t know,” she said, sitting up a little more now that the pain in her arm had dulled. “You’re not teasing or making fun of me.”

“You really think I would do that now?” he asked, running a hand through his hair. “I didn’t know I acted that badly towards you.”

“No, no, no, never mind,” she sighed, shaking her head, cupping his chin and smiling weakly at him. “You’re perfectly fine.”

“But you’re not, kejan.”

The gentleness in Kai’s voice, the understanding broke her heart.

“He pushed me away, he was crying,” she whispered. “He was just as scared as I was. He didn't even say he loved me, just told me to be quiet. I always said,” her voice caught, “That I would follow him to the end of the earth, but when it mattered the most, I didn’t. It was my fault. I’m the reason he was taken.”

“I’m the reason he might be dead.”

“Would you say that it was Xan’s fault if you were taken instead of him?”

“I would never have to be put in that situation because I’m too weak,” she said miserably, “I always hoped that I would be strong enough. I guess I’m not.”

“Lyss, you and Xan have always done everything for each other. Some day, this way or not, it would have come to this and you know that. It doesn’t make everything right, it’s not your fault, but we can make it right. And we will get him back.”

“What if he’s dead?”

“He’s not. His ability is too special for him to get killed.”

She nodded, taking deep breaths, alarm flaring in her eyes. “Did the kids see me come in?”

Kai shifted uncomfortably. “Yeah.”

“Oh, no,” she moaned. “They must be so worried.”

“It’s alright, I put them to bed and they know that you’re fine. They know about Xan, but I don’t think they understand all of it yet.”

‘Thank you, Kai-kai,” Lyssa sighed. “Thank you.”

“Yeah,” he shrugged, raking a hand through his hair. He was so tense, he looked like he was ready to jump out of his skin any moment. His eyes had deep hollows under him.

Xan is like a brother to him too, Lyssa thought, he is hurting inside nearly as much as I. Poor Kai, to have to be so strong even as he shatters with pain.

He glanced out the windows, snapping his fingers, and lighting the lamps in one breath, filling the room with gold light.

"When the little ones wake up, will you bring them in?”

“'Course,” he knelt down beside her once more. “Do you want anything else?”

“I’m fine,” she said. “The healer will be here soon.”

"Are you sure?” he asked, a little anxiety entering his tone. “I can steal you food, get you your herbal journal.”

He wants to do something to be helpful, he wants a distraction.

“Can you rebraid my hair?”

He shrugged. “Sure.”

It took her a few moments to get to a position where she wasn’t leaning completely against the cot. Her shoulder was hurting a little less, but she could already tell that it would be many weeks until it was fully recovered.

“Did they wash your hair?” he asked, undoing her tie and putting it into her hand.

“Well, is there blood or not?”

“Nah,” he said, gently parting her hair. She closed her eyes, too worn out to cry, the gaping hole in her heart still there. If she even thought about it, sorrow tore through her. She was standing on the edge, every second about to fall in.

Distract, distract, distract. I can’t get Xan him back if I succumb to the sadness, she thought fiercely. A few moments later, Kai took the tie from her and finished the braid.

“Thank you,” she said gratefully, feeling a little more put together. She reached up with her free hand and wrapped her arm around him. A shudder ran through him, and she could feel the agony he had gone through tearing him apart for a moment as they shared the same utter devastation. A few tears wet the shoulder of her tunic, and she clung tighter to him.

That was how they had always worked. Each unwilling to share their weakness until the end, close but always not too close.

Both so broken, so different, so inherently wrong for each other. What could have been never would occur.

It would destroy them in the end, she knew, but they were still young, and there was still time to hope. –––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––

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haileybeehappy · 5 years ago

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Ashton Irwin - Oh baby!

Word count . 2,028

Warnings . Lil angsty

Summary . After Ashton completely cuts you out of his life you find out your pregnant. Nine months later you have a run in at your favorite coffee shop

You and ashton had dated roughly a year ago. The breakup was messy. Really messy, there was rumors of the both of you cheating long eachother and that you were sleeping with all the other members of the band. Small fights started everyday. Small fights turned into screaming matches and throwing things. It became toxic. So after the two of you broke up. And when you broke up everyone cut you out of there lives. They said it was for the better of both of you but you know its because they didn't want there to be any chance of you and Ash getting back together.

Two months after you and Ashton broke up you noticed you hadn't had a period in a while. You took like a million pregnancy tests, all positive. Every single one. When you tried to tell Ashton no one listened. Thought you were just trying to get him back. Of course you didn't tell them why you NEEDED to talk to him because you needed him and only him to know.

So here you were almost ten months later with a baby. He's only a few weeks old but he looks just like his dad. You named him Cash. A combination between His dad's name and your old best friend. You had kept in contact with Calum for a while, he said that someone in management found out and freaked at him. He kept talking for a while but slowly faded out.

It was hard being a single mom with a minimum wage job. After the breakup no one really paid attention to you. Paparazzi stopped spotting you about a month after the breakup. You deleted all your social media and now you have become a little hobbit. You had a few work friends and a woman from mommy and me that you had coffee with once in a while but that was it.

So here you were sitting outside of a coffee house drinking decaf coffee, because if you drank caffeinated Cash would be up all night. Breastfeeding was hell sometimes. You were searching up daycares and daycare assistance when some familiar voices floated by. Ash. Youte head shot up. You watched as the boys walked by Ash was holding a woman's hand. She was beautiful. You stood up and grabbed the carseat dashing after them. You have no idea what you're doing but you were doing it.

"Ash!" Nothing. "Ashton!" The boys must have not recognized your voice because they turned around with smiles. That instantly turned to straight faces as they saw it was you. You got the the group and faced Ashton.

"I really need to talk to you," you say out of breath. He looks down at the carseat and there's an unreadable emotion on his face.

"Um. Yea. Guys give us a second," the two of you walk back to the coffee shop not saying anything. You realize you left your purse, laptop and diaper bag there carelessly. You shut your laptop and set the carseat back in the table.

"Well, hi," is all Ash says.

"I know you don't want to be here so I'll make it quick. I had a baby, yes he's yours. And as much as it sucks. being a single mom I'm not going to ask you to be in his life. I won't ask you for child support and I won't tell anyone that THE Ashton Irwin is a deadbeat dad. I just thought you should know that you have a kid. Of course I would love for him to have a dad and for you to be in his life but we will be perfectly fine without you," you had tears running down your cheeks. Those last few words were hard to squeak out.

He sighs.

"I'm not leaving you in the dust. I could never do that to you. Or our son," he looks into the carseat. Cash is awake but content. Hes not perfect but hes an easy baby. Only ever cries when he needs to be changed or fed. "Can I hold him?" You nod and stand up, getting him out of his carseat. You rest him on your shoulder holding him with your right hand while grabbing his blanket. You wrap the blanket around him and hand him over to his father. Ash's large hand make the baby in his arms look even smaller.

The boys and the girlfriends have made their way over. Some of them look at you with pity. Not Cal he's got his arms wrapped around you in seconds.

"Hey princess," he just holds on to you for a second. It's what you need right now. He separates from you and sits by his friend. He looks at your small bundle of joy for a moment. His fingers run across your sons head. "What's his name?"

You smile. Slightly embarrassed.

"It's Cash. Wanted to name him after his daddy and my best friend," they both remove their eyes from the small baby and instantly to you. Calum has a huge smile.

"I love it," Ash whispers. He looks back down at his son. "I love you," after a minute he hands the child to Calum and he heads over to the group.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He's now undistracted and confused.

"I tried. But you blocked me and no one would let me talk to you. Granted I didn't tell them why I needed to talk to you," you look over at your old best friend holding the love of your life.

"Was it hard?" You nodded.

"When I was pregnant, he really didn't like food. Any food really. I'd have to take a shit ton of vitamins. If I got cravings I was lucky. I ate a lot of cereal. That's really the only thing I could hold down," you grabbed the diaper bag and pulled some pictures out. They were from when he was first born. You always kept them on you, it was the best day of your life. "Labor was hell, the nurses really helped me through it. He was not wanting to breastfeed. I was in the hospital for a week before he would latch,"

He listened intently. He hated that he wasn't able to be there for the both of you. That he missed one of the most important stages of his son's life. Being born.

"He's a pretty easy kid tho," you laugh. "He's been sleeping almost through the night. Only waking up two or three times a night. He only really cried when he's ready to be changed or hungry. But that will probably change soon," You hear the soft cries of your baby and instantly stand up to see what he needs. Calum seems panic bringing the small bundle back to you. You can't help but laugh. You swiftly grab your son from his grasp and hold him to your body.

You feel his diaper and he's wet. Knowing this coffee shop doesn't have a changing table you pack him Into his carseat. You live in a small studio apartment less than a block away. It's about time for him to sleep and you like feeding him in the privacy of your home.

"I'm going to head home, he needs go ne changed and fed. Maybe even a nap. So I mean you can come with. You too Cal but my apartment is not nearly big enough for all of you. Ash nods. He relays the message to his friend. He hugs the woman I presume to be his girlfriend and him and Calum walk back to me. Michael waves and Luke has really been avoiding me the whole time so you weren't surprised when he just left without anything. You and Luke were close at one point, hell he was the one that introduced you and Ash.

The two of you fought before you left. He said that you needed to stay, saying that you were still part of the group and that it wasn't going to change, it didn't have to change. He said that if you left he wouldn't forgive you. That leaving them all behind was a selfish bitch move. He wouldn't talk to you again. So you weren't sure if he was guilty or sticking to his promise.

The three of you made it to your apartment. Cash still whining in the car seat but mild down because of the pacifier in his mouth. It only takes you a few minutes until you're punching the code into your building. The boys followed you up the three flights of stairs. Ash tries to carry the car seat but you do it everyday so it's no problem. You make it to your apartment and you quickly unlock the door and enter your small home. You gesture for them to sit on the couch (that turns into your bed). You make your way back into the sectioned off part of the living space where Cashes 'room' is. You quickly change him and make your way back to the boys.

You hand him to Ash and start to clean up a little.

"Wasn't really expecting company. Sorry," you throw some toys into a small plastic bin and fold up a few blankets.

"Y/n please. Leave it. Come sit and talk," Calum says. You sit on the other side of Ashton who is sitting in the middle of the fold out sofa.

"This is quite the place," Ash says letting his son hold onto his long fingers. He has them pulled to his mouth.

"Yeah, it's not much buy it'll be good for the two of us for a while, when he gets a little bigger he's gonna need his own room and space," Ash shakes his head.

"No, like I said I want to help. I want to be in his life. I know this is a big offer you could come stay with me. Please come stay with me. I want to be able to spend as much time with my little man as possible, don't answer yet. Let it sit for a few days? Please?" You don't give him a response because you're shocked. You just nod.

"So, I get god father rights right? You didn't pick someone else?" Calum speaks up a bit later breaking the slightly awkward silence.

"Of course Cal, as long as you stick around and change a few diapers definitely," you laugh. Cash suddenly begins to cry and Ashton tries to soothe him. You know what he's crying for and Ashton does not have the ... assets to give him what he needs.

You shake your head and motion for Ashton you bring him to your chest and remove the flap from the 'maternity clothes' and feed your child. Calum looks slightly uncomfortable and is distracting himself with his phone. Ashton watched his son eat and you weren't uncomfortable with it. One, you have become used to it, people watching you as you feed your son. And two, as bad as the relationship was in the end you loved him and he made you comfortable, always.

Cash made these cute little noises whenever he ate. He'd clench his fists until he was full and then he'd slowly release them. He only ate for a few minutes until he was content and pulled away. His little eyes opened and they were just the same as his fathers. You put yourself away and grabbed a burp rag from the coffee table and throw it over your shoulder. You bring your son up to your shoulder and begin to burp him. He gets fussy so you stand and walk him around the room.

"Can I help?" Asks Calum.

"Have you ever burped a baby?" He shook his head. You motion for him to come to you and show him how. It's not rocket science. "Bounce a little as you walk to," he nods and begins to walk him around the small apartment. Humming to him as he does so. You sit on the couch next to Ashton.

"So how are we going to do this?" He asks.

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magicmanias · 6 years ago

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American Sweethearts

Pairing: Steve Rogers × Reader

Summary: The Avengers take road trip. Meanwhile, Steve tries his hardest to convince himself that he’s only friends with you.

Warnings: Fluff, Slight Angst, Smut!

Word Count: 4.5k (Wow)

A/N: This is my first time doing smut, so let’s hope it’s not shitty...

Post Age of Ultron (Steve, Tony, Natasha, Clint, Sam, Vision, Wanda, Rhodey, Bucky, Peter, Thor, Bruce, Y/N)

“Ok ok... Do we have everything?” You placed your backpack on the bed and carefully sifted through it. Hunting knife, rope, water, matches, food, first aid kit, towels, batteries, charger...

Everything is in there. You looked in your duffel bag; shoes, clothes, brush, earbuds, contacts, toothbrush, jackets, soap, shampoo, and conditioner.

You grabbed your things and went downstairs.

The Avengers had planned a camping trip in the woods in upstate Montana. Everyone was going: Tony, Steve, Natasha, Thor, Bruce, Sam, Vision, Bucky, Wanda, and Peter was tagging along.

“Roll call!” Tony yelled, putting an emphasis on ‘call.’ As he called each person, they went and placed their things in the large van Tony had bought specially for this occasion. When Tony called your name, you went ahead and put your things in and closed the trunk.

“Hey, squirt!” Clint messed with your hair and gave you a big bear hug. “I’ve missed you.”

“Aw, I miss you too, chicken-hawk,” you hugged him back. Clint had been away with his family for a while and you didn’t get much of a chance to formally greet him when Ultron attacked.

“Where’s Steve?” you asked. You looked around but saw him nowhere.

“Relax, sweetheart. He’s just finishing taking a shower. He went on a run. You don’t need to miss him that much,” Nat winked at you. You rolled your eyes, though your cheeks slightly flushed pink.

Tony slipped into the driver’s seat and despite everyone’s protest, he let Peter sit shotgun.

“This is BS, Stark!” Sam yelled as he took his seat in the third row of the van. “The kid gets the front with all the room and we gotta sit back here all cooped up?”

Tony shot up and placed his hands on Peter’s ears. “Relax, Big Bird. I just don’t want to lose the kid. His aunt’ll kill me,” he muttered. Peter gave his trademark look of confusion.

After the driver’s seat, there were four rows. Clint, Sam, and Nat sat in the back. Rhodey, Bruce, Thor sat in the third row. Wanda and Vision sat in the middle. And you, Steve, and Bucky sat in the front. Bucky went in the car first, followed by Steve, who insisted on taking the middle seat, and finally you.

“All aboard? Let’s go!” Tony put his foot on the gas and began to drive away from the compound.

—

Steve couldn’t stay still. As a soldier, he was used to staying completely motionless in cramped places for long periods of time. But that wasn’t the case now. His right leg bounced up and down, a nervous tick which Steve always had, ever since he was a scrawny little kid in Brooklyn. Bucky seemed to notice Steve bouncing his leg, but didn’t question it. He already knew it was because of the woman sitting across from him. Steve wasn’t nervous, however. He wasn’t scared either. No, scared was moments before the big fight to save the world. But this? This was terror. True, utter, horrifying terror. Though you couldn’t see it on his face, his heart rate soared and the butterflies in his stomach might as well have exploded. All because he was in the closest proximity he had ever been with Y/N. With the woman he could never stop thinking about. The woman he lived for. The woman he’d give up everything for.

The woman he loved so much that it hurt him in the cruellest ways possible.

Bucky watched as Steve gushed over at you. Your gaze was directed at the scene laid out behind the car’s windows. You plugged your earbuds in and played your Oldies playlist. Bucky rolled his eyes and elbowed Steve.

Steve gripped his arm and frowned at Bucky, mainly because he had been caught.

“Just talk to her,” Bucky whispered, not wanting the attention of the whole car.

“She’s listening to music,” Steve defended. He needed to find every excuse not to talk to you. Or more specifically, not to humiliate himself in front of you.

“She’d rather talk to you,” Bucky raised an eyebrow at Steve. He changed his seating to turn to Steve. “Look, punk. You’re not good with women. We know. But she likes you. A lot. So it doesn’t matter if you screw up. She’ll like you anyway. Just ask her out.”

“What? In the car? With Tony here? I don’t think so.” Steve chuckled lightly.

“I heard my name,” Tony called out behind him. “It better be about how great I look in these hiking boots.”

Bucky ignored Tony. ”I'll give you until the end of this trip. If you don't ask her out by then, I'm going to tell her myself and I'm going to pound you like the little punk you are.”

“Hey, I'm just as strong as you now.”

“Maybe, but I'm older.”

“Buck, we're both over a hundred years old by now. Age doesn't really matter at this point.”

“That's coming from the younger one.” Bucky winked at Steve.

Steve just rolled his eyes, ending his conversation with Bucky. He looked out of the window to his left—the window on your side. He tried to look at the forests of upstate New York, but found that his focus always returned to the girl leaning the car door, probably listening to Sinatra or Bennet.

You placed your chin in your hand and started to softly sing the next song.

“Daisy is darling, Iris is sweet, Lily is lovely, Blossom’s a treat…” you mumbled along to the song.

“Of all the sweethearts, a guy could meet… Well I finally chose an American Beauty Rose…” You popped your head up to look at Steve. You had instantly recognized Steve’s voice. It was almost as if your very being could detect his present actions. He hadn’t even realized that he continued to sing along with you.

You took your earbuds out and grinned at him. “You know that song?”

“I’m from the forties, doll,” Steve shrugged. “I know every Sinatra song. And American Beauty Rose just happens to be one of them.”

“Well, that is coming from ‘America’s Sweetheart Hero,’” you made quotations with your hands, finished with a cheesy salute. “I mean, the whole country is practically in love with you.”

Steve chuckled and shook his head. “I’m not perfect, Y/N.”

“No one is,” you agreed. “You’re less flawed than others, but you do still have flaws.”

“Oh? And what might those be?” He lifted an eyebrow at you as if he were challenging you. And you wouldn’t say no to a challenge against Captain America.

“Well to start, you’re incredibly handsome,” you teased. Steve looked down and blushed. “I mean, come on, now Clint has low self-esteem.”

“Hey!” Clint yelled from the back of the car. “I am perfectly fine with how I look.”

“Yeah, whatever Barton. Remember when you had that mohawk?” you shot back, turning your back to face the back of the car.

“That happened like seven years ago, man! And you’re still bringing it up?”

“Hey, you’re the one who had the awful haircut,” you shrugged, smirking. Steve felt a small pang of jealousy over the friendship you had with Clint. You always joked around with him and you were the closest with him. He watched at your eyes crinkled at Clint. You never looked at him the way you did with Clint.

She’s never going to look at me the way she does with him. I’m just her friend… Steve, you’re just her friend, he thought.

You turned back to him. “Don’t think I’m done with you, Steven Grant Rogers.”

“How do you know my middle name?”

“That’s beside the point. I have more flaws to point out. Like for one, you run too fast.” You looked at your hands in fake frustration. “I mean, what are you, the Flash?”

“That’s not really a flaw, doll,” Steve said. “And the handsome thing isn’t either.”

“Ok… fine. Um… You haven’t watched Star Wars yet,” you pointed out. “Everyone’s watched Star Wars.”

“Alright, fine. I’ll give that to you. I haven’t yet.”

“What’s Star Wars?” Bucky asked. Sam’s eyes widened.

“You don’t know what Star Wars is?”

—

Five hours and one Bucky vs. Sam fight later (Natasha intervened and won), it was getting pretty late, and you had finished rereading your book. So, you decided to try and get some sleep. Most of the Avengers were already knocked out; even Tony, who was now letting FRIDAY take the wheel.

You leaned against the side of the car, but it was uncomfortable. You shifted to try and find a better position but didn't work. You glanced over at the others to see what position they were in for inspiration but found that they were all sprawled over each other. Of course, you couldn't copy them—Steve was next to you.

Steve. He looked so peaceful when he slept. You knew he was a light sleeper and you didn't want to wake him up, you went back to trying to sleep on the door.

Steve stirred. He heard shifting. He cracked his eyes open slightly and peeked over at you. You were trying to sleep in the car. It was probably the cutest thing Steve had ever seen. The pout on your face was prominent at you tried to move the seat belt away from your cheek.

“Hey.” You jumped at the sound of his quiet, raspy voice.

“Oh, sorry. Did I wake you up? I didn't mean to. I know you're a light sleeper and—”

“It's ok, doll,” Steve interrupted, a smile on his face.” Can't sleep?”

“Uh, yeah. This damn car is uncomfortable. You'd think Tony would have invented a car you can sleep in by now.”

“You can sleep on my shoulder,” he said quickly. He bit his bottom lip in embarrassment. You brought your hand up to your face to cover your hot cheeks.

“Or—you don't have to. I was just offering if you wanted—”

“Can I?” It was your turn to interrupt. You gave him a meek smile to encourage him.

“Yeah,” he breathed out. The smile you gave him nearly knocked him out. He swallowed. If he could barely handle a smile, how could he survive a whole weekend with you?

Slowly, you turned to place your head on Steve's shoulder. You could feel Steve tense at your touch. You muttered a small ‘thank you’ before closing your eyes.

Steve had always believed in a heaven, but now he knew what it felt like. It was you by his side. He couldn't sleep anymore. All he could do was watch your even breaths and soft mewls you made in your sleep.

Steve snapped out of his thoughts. What was he doing? You’re just her friend, Steve. Just a friend.

—

You woke up to yelling the next morning.

“Tony! Just park the damn car!” Sam yelled.

“No, I don’t want to.”

“Come on, Stark,” Thor continued. “We want to stop at the strawberry farm!”

“The strawberry farm?” You rubbed the sleep from your eyes. Hesitantly, you lifted your head from Steve’s shoulder.

“Hey sleepy,” Steve said softly. “We were just uh… debating on whether or not to stop by a strawberry farm.”

“Why are we debating about it? It’s a strawberry farm.” You immediately forgot about your interrupted sleep. “Let’s go!”

“We would, but Stark here refuses,” Natasha said.

“Look, Pepper is allergic to strawberries and if I bring home strawberries to her one more time, she’ll probably leave me,” Tony defended.

“Tony! Park. The damn. Car,” you practically growled.

Tony parked the car and everyone got out. You ran out to the farm and quickly got a basket to pick some strawberries.

Steve laughed at you as you ran through the field. Everyone was excited, but no one was as excited as you. He imagined himself running with you and feeding you strawberries. Friends can do that, right?

“Fuck it, I’m getting some strawberries. I’ll just eat ‘em by myself,” Tony said as he handed the farmer twenty dollars. “We can eat them on the ride.”

Everyone picked a basket of strawberries and already began to sit down and eat them. Peter and Wanda played with the farmer’s puppies.

“Hey, we should probably get back on the road. Can someone get Y/N?” Wanda asked.

“I got it,” Steve volunteered, a little too quickly. The rest of the Avengers went back to the car and waited. Steve began to go back into the field to chase you down.

“Y/N! Y/N, we’re leaving now.”

“Oh, ok. I’m coming,” you called over. You pick a couple more strawberries before starting to run over to Steve.

“Ah!” You tripped over a rock and fell. Before you hit the ground, you felt an arm swing around your waist.

Steve stayed quiet as he lifted you up and placed you back on your feet. He handed you back your basket. You bit your lip in embarrassment.

“I’m sorry. I’m such a clutz,” you gave him a weak laugh.

“It’s ok. I um… We should get back.”

What was he about to say?

—

One more day and a lot of pee breaks later, you were finally at the campsite in Montana. You all trudged into the forest and finally, you found a good spot to set up.

“Ok, now we can fit two people in each tent. Everyone partner up!” Tony yelled.

Wanda partnered with Vision, Nat went with Bruce, Thor went with Clint, Rhodey went with Tony (they let Peter join them because Tony brought a really big tent for himself). Steve was about to go up to Bucky and ask if wanted to bunk together, but before he could, Sam snatched him up.

“Buck? I thought you hated Sam,” Steve asked, confused.

“Nah, it’s fine. We just bicker. Plus, guess who you’re stuck with now.” Bucky winked at him before picking up his tent and leaving with Sam.

Steve’s eyes widened in realization. He quickly turned around to see you, smiling awkwardly and nervously at him. You felt anxious. You didn’t want to ask him to share a tent with you! Would he even want to?

Steve approached you. “Hey, doll. Guess we’re stuck together, huh?”

“Uh, yeah. Sorry about that. I guess all the couples kind of stuck together and I’m surprised Bucky and Sam are together. You don’t have to share with me if you don’t want to bu—”

“Woah, doll. Slow down,” he chuckled. “I’m happy to share with you.” You blushed heavily at him and just hoped he didn’t notice.

Steve tried to ignore the blush on your cheeks but it made his heart clench. He could get through this. He could get through this.

A few camp songs and a ton of s’mores later, it was getting late once again. The Avengers retired to their tents to get some sleep.

Steve walked into his tent to find you there.

“Um, where should I change?” you squeaked.

“Oh, uh. You can change here. I’ll just walk out.” Steve’s voice almost cracked at your question. He avoided thinking about it and walked out of the tent.

When you were done, he walked back in and he tried to quell his reaction. You were wearing tiny pajama shorts with an almost see-through white tank top. He could see your nipples poke through your shirt, even though you tried to cover it with your hair. It didn’t work. He swallowed and averted his gaze.

“Er, are you going to change too?” you asked. You shifted your feet awkwardly.

“Oh, yeah. But you can stay. I don’t want you to have to put your shoes on to go outside,” Steve answered.

“Ok,” you managed to answer. It came out merely above a whisper. You turned around to face the wall of the tent so Steve could change. You were in the same area of confined space with the person you had a massive crush on while he changed. Great.

Eventually, you turned back around to see Steve in loose sweatpants and no shirt. You had to bite your lip again just to keep yourself from letting out a moan. He looked so good. You imagined what it would be like if he took you right in the forest.

“Sorry, I usually sleep without a shirt. But I can put one on,” Steve blurted out, snapping you out of your dirty thoughts.

“Huh? Oh no, it’s ok!” you said quickly. “If that’s how you normally sleep, then feel free. It’s perfectly fine.”

Suddenly, you shivered as you realized just how cold it was without your sweatshirt.

“I should have brought warmer pajamas,” you muttered.

“If you’re cold, you can um...you can share my sleeping bag with me. It can fit both of us. You don’t have to. Only if you’re comfortable.” Steve realized how dumb that sounded and began to suggest another option. “Or maybe Tony has some more blankets.”

“Could I sleep with you?” you asked him quietly. You played with the hem of your shirt. A nervous habit which Steve had noticed a while ago. He loved your little nervous habits.

“Yeah,” he breathed out the breath he didn’t know he was holding. He sat back down into his sleeping bag and you climbed in with him. He scooted as far away from you as possible to avoid making you uncomfortable. But much to his disbelief, you snuggled up into his chest, making contact with him as much as possible.

You were so cold, you tried to take all of Steve’s heat. You just hoped he was ok with it.

Steve almost sighed at the feeling of having you so close to him. Sure, he’d hugged you before, but having you close like this, was something completely different. He felt himself harden at the feeling of you rubbing up against him to gain friction to heat yourself up. In the process, you had accidentally rubbed your leg against him and he had to suppress a moan.

Soon, you fell asleep in Steve's arms and he fell asleep with his face covered in your hair.

—

“Up and at ‘em crew!”

You jumped at Sam's voice. Everyone got up from their tents. Nat, Clint, Bucky, Vision, Thor and Rhodey were out in a couple of seconds. The others took a little longer, including you and Steve.

You were hesitant to leave his arms, but you would have to get up at some point.

You didn't really know what to say to him, so you remained silent while you both changed, your backs turned.

You walked out of the tent with Steve to see the group standing around.

“You took a long time to get ready,” Wanda whispered to you. “Any reason?”

“Um no?” you mumbled, playing with the buttons on your flannel.

Wanda didn't say anything in response but you saw the suspicion is her eyes. She gave you a light pat on your shoulder and turned her attention to Vision.

“Everybody got everything?” Bucky asked.

“Alright let's go!” Clint yelled.

They decided to go on a hike through the forest, walk up part of the mountain nearby, and finally end up at a waterfall that dumped into a lake.

After a couple of hours, you made it to the cliffside pathway of the mountain.

You took your camera out to take pictures of the group. Your favourite one was of Steve and Bucky looking at the view.

“I see the lake waterfall!” Bruce said. Peter, Thor, and Clint ran ahead of the group to see the large lake.

Finally, the Avengers arrived to the large lake. They set up the things they brought and sat to enjoy the view.

Bruce and Clint taught Thor and Peter how to fish, Rhodey tried to pry Tony’s tech away from him, Bucky, Steve, and Vision began to make a fire, and you, Wanda, and Nat started to take a walk around the lake.

“So, Steve huh?” Nat asked you, raising an eyebrow.

“I don't know what you're talking about,” you asked, trying to keep your composure.

“We know you like him,” Wanda explained.

“Well I— I don't… I mean I…” you sighed. “Was it that obvious?”

“Only to us,” Nat reassured. “Steve, on the other hand, is totally blowing his cover?”

“What do you mean?”

“He likes you too. He's so bad at covering it up,” Wanda laughed.

“You should tell him you like him,” Nat urged, giving you a slight nudge.

“What? No! I can't tell him. He-He doesn't like me like that. We're friends.”

“Are you kidding? Rogers is practically in love with you, Y/N,” Nat scoffed.

“The way he looks at you… isn't the way someone looks at a friend,” Wanda stopped walking to look at you. She looked serious. “Believe me, Y/N. He loves you.”

—

The sun started to set and the Avengers began to settle down by the fire. But you couldn't sit down. You were filled with anxiety.

Did Steve really love you? Did he really look at you the way Wanda said he did?

You needed to clear your head. You decided to go for a swim. It was dark, so you stripped out of your clothes, leaving just your bra and panties on, behind a rock near the waterfall and jumped into the cold water.

You swam underneath the waterfall to have some time to yourself and think things over. There was a large opening made of stone in the cliff behind the waterfall.

You sat down facing the waterfall and placed your head in your hands.

“Y/N.” You heard someone moan your name.

You yelped and stood up. It was Steve. Bare naked. And masturbating. To you. You gasped and turned around. You blushed profusely.

“Oh my God! I'm so sorry. I didn't know anyone was in here,” you apologized. You suddenly realized how little you were wearing as well and your blush grew.

“Oh God, I'm so sorry Y/N. I didn't mean for you to see… Um. You can turn around now. I put some pants on,” Steve said nervously. You slowly turned around with your hands trying to cover yourself. He gave you a weak smile.

“Sorry,” he said again.

“I-It's ok. I mean I just heard my name so I looked behind me and… ” you stuttered.

“I'm so sorry. This is really embarrassing. I didn't um…”

“Steve?”

“Yeah?” He placed his hand on the back of his neck, avoiding eye contact with you.

“Do you like me?” You walked closer to him. You felt yourself grow wet.

“I-I uh…” He sighed in defeat. “Y/N, I'm in love with you.”

“You-You are?” You felt your breath hitch.

He nodded slightly in reply, still avoiding your gaze.

You closed the space in between the two of you and he looked down at you.

“I love you too, Steve,” you breathed.

He met your eyes with his in surprise. “You do?”

You nodded and smiled.

Steve couldn’t believe it. You loved him? You were in love with him… Before thinking, Steve grabbed your face and kissed you. It was hungry—like he had been starved of you. His hands grabbed both sides of your face. It grew more and more heated. His hands lowered to your hips and he began moving you to the wall of the stone cliff. Your back hit the wall and you broke off the kiss.

“I want you,” you cooed. You rubbed your hips against him to gain some friction. He moaned, nut held your hips firm and closed his eyes shut.

He opened his eyes and looked deep into yours. “Are you sure you want this?”

“Yes, God yes. Steve, I want you.” You started to unbuckle his pants and pulled them down, releasing his hard cock. You moaned at the sight. You started to lower yourself to have a taste, but Steve stopped you.

“You first, princess.” He unclasped your bra and moved your panties to the side. He stuck a finger into your dripping pussy.

“You’re so wet.” You whimpered at his touch, but you craved more. “Steve please,” you begged. “I need you so much.”

“I’ve wanted you for so long,” Steve whispered. “Now that I have you, I’m taking my time.” He took his finger out of you and you sighed at the loss. You gasped when you left his tongue lick a stripe along your clit.

“Oh God, Steve,” you moaned. He continued to lick your clit. He stuck two fingers in your cunt and began to move them in and out. You were a moaning mess. “Oh… Yes. Oh my god, Steve. Steve!”

You felt yourself reaching your high when Steve removed his fingers once again and stood up. You were about to protest when Steve crashed his lips onto yours. You moaned his mouth. He tugged at your panties and ripped them off of you before tossing them to the side. You felt the tip of his cock poke into your opening.

“Are you ready for me, doll?”

“Yes, Steve. I need you so bad,” you moaned against his mouth.

Slowly, he sheathed himself inside of you. He grunted and suppressed a moan. “God, you’re so tight.”

Eventually, you moved your hips to tell him you were ready for him to start moving. He began to slowly thrust into you, pushing you further into the wall. “Y/N, God, I love you so much,” he grunted. You shifted your hips slightly, which caused him to let out a moan.

He started to thrust into you faster. You continued to moan and buried your nose into his shoulder. You felt your high coming again. “Steve,” you whimpered. “I-I gonna cum!”

“Me too, doll,” he grunted. He brought his hand to your clit and began to rub it quickly. You let out a loud moan. “Come on, doll. Cum for me.”

“Oh, oh Steve! Oh God! Steve,” you moaned as your pussy throbbed and you came over his cock. Steve was close behind as he let go inside your pussy, his cum filling you up.

“That was so much better than I ever imagined it,” you breathed as you came down from your high.

“You imagined it?” Steve asked, smiling at you.

“Maybe…” you mumbled, hiding your face in his chest.

“Y/N?” Steve said softly, brushing a hand through your hair.

You hummed in response.

“I meant what I said,” he continued. “I love you.”

“I did too,” you said, looking up at his bright blue eyes. “I love you.”

Steve kissed you again, softer and more affectionate this time.

“Maybe we should get back to the group. We’re probably leaving now,” Steve said. You began to pick up your clothes.

“Maybe we can have a round two in the tent,” you suggested, putting your bra on.

“If you can stay quiet while I fill you up again,” Steve said. You bit your lip to hide your moan.

“Come on. The sooner we get back, the sooner we can get to it. We do share a tent after all.”

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imagine-loki · 6 years ago

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Monsters and Magic

TITLE: Monsters and Magic

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: 67/?

AUTHOR: nekoamamori

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine you’re a vampire who helps the Avengers defeat an evil seethe of other vampires, and Loki befriends you after you end up in their custody

RATING: T (again after last chapter)

NOTES/WARNINGS: Also on AO3 click here

“Brother! What are you still doing abed at this hour?” Thor boomed far too early in the morning. It was only about an hour after dawn.

Loki was just stirring from sleep, still curled around you and not nearly awake enough to deal with his idiot brother. “Thor? What time is it?” Loki groaned at his idiot brother. Maybe if he killed Thor hard enough he could go back to sleep.

“It’s time for weapons training!” Thor replied jovially, which told Loki exactly what godawful hour of the morning it was. The oaf always started at the same early morning hour and always attempted to make Loki do the same.

Loki hated it every single morning.

Loki groaned, annoyed at his idiot brother and tried to go back to sleep.

“Come on, brother, you do not wish to get soft,” Thor goaded, coming to haul Loki out of bed. He was used to Loki being stubborn about coming to weapons training.

“Your brother is loud,” you murmured without really waking and snuggled better in Loki’s arms.

Loki growls at his brother and pulls a dagger out of nowhere without disturbing you. “Brother, kindly leave before I decide to stab you. And you best not wake my lady,” he snarled.

Thor chuckled and, due to his brother being half asleep at best, managed to haul Loki out of bed and thrown over one shoulder, still without waking you, which spoke to how much you needed to recover. “I think not. Stab fandral instead. Bucky, Sif, and the warriors three will all be there this morning,” Thor informed his brother.

Loki stabbed Thor in the back for removing him from his comfortable bed and his sleepy love. “Brother, put me down!” he growled

Thor just sighed in exasperation. “I really wish you’d stop doing that,” he grumbled and made absolutely no move to put Loki down.

“I will stab you again if you don’t put me down!” Loki snarled.

Thor sighed and growled softly. “I wish you wouldn’t. Father wants us there and you, my darling brother, are most uncooperative in the mornings,” he tried to keep his tone light and jovial, but he was worried about Odin being there.

“I don’t care what the Allfather wants! My lady is still healing. I don’t want to leave her alone,” Loki protested, drawing another dagger. He didn’t want to leave you alone when you were vulnerable. Not with your previous experiences in Asgard.

“She will be safe here, or she can come watch,” Thor countered.

You finally stirred at the two arguing males and sat up, looking up at them with bleary, sleepy eyes. “Why are you loud?” you asked stupidly, staring at the sight of Loki dangled over Thor’s shoulder, confused.

“Apparently it’s time for weapons training,” Loki grumbled from his undignified position over Thor’s shoulder. He hit Thor hard on the back. “Put me down, brother,” he snarled again.

Thor finally set Loki on his feet. “Only because your lady is mean when riled,” he teased, then looked you over. “Though she does not appear awake enough to rile….” He added with concern in his tone.

“She is still drained from the cure. She is still trying to recover,” Loki grumbled as he looked you over as well. Thor considered that, even as you decided to lie back down because they’ve stopped arguing. You adorably pulled one of Loki’s pillows into your arms to cuddle like a plushie. Loki sighed in relief that you were going back to sleep.

“She seemed just fine dancing with you all night…” Thor commented.

Loki sighed heavily. ‘She was pretending. I made the mistake of thinking she was well enough to dance when she was really too exhausted to even magic on a change of clothes. She is nowhere near fully healed yet,” there was anger at himself in his words.

Thor sighed in exasperation at your antics and behavior, all just to make his brother happy. Of course you knew how much Loki had wanted to dance and show off. “She loves you most dearly indeed, brother…” Thor was glad his brother had found someone, but wanted you to take care of yourself as well.

Loki smiled fondly at where you were sleeping in his bed. He tucked the blanket better around you. “I’m certainly the luckiest man in the nine realms,” Loki agreed warmly.

Thor smirked. “You have it just as bad,” he teased, shoving Loki’s shoulder playfully. Loki grumbled back at him for the treatment. “Come along, brother, the sooner you show off that pretty dagger she made you, and kick fandral’s ass while you’re at it, the sooner you can take your lady to breakfast,” he offered, knowing that was the only thing likely to convince Loki to come with him. Loki sighed heavily, but followed his brother to the training courts, you were perfectly safe asleep in the prince’s bed in the palace.

“Where’s the little lady?” Fandral pouted when Thor and Loki arrived on the practice courts. Fandral was conspicuously missing his shirt, seemingly in expectation that you would be there.

Loki growled, noting Fandral’s lack of shirt. “Resting and nowhere near you,” he growled as he drew the dagger you made him. With one gesture, it turned into a staff. “Are you ready for me to kick your ass, Fandral?” he growled. He already wasn’t a morning person and Fandral provoking him wasn’t doing anything to help his temper.

Fandral laughed. “No reason to growl so, like I would harm a young noble lady,” he teased a little too pointedly about how he would flirt with a young noble lady, even if she was dating his friend’s kid brother. It was a dick move and he should’ve known it. “You may try to kick my ass, but you will fail,” he added jovially.

Everyone discounted Loki’s fighting ability.

They should have known better.

Loki had Fandral on his ass within a minute.

“That’s an impressive piece of shiny,” Sif told Loki after the first time he kicked Fandral’s ass. “Where’d you get it?” she added, looking like she wanted to steal the impressive weapon, though she know better than to steal from Loki. He would still appreciate the sentiment that she desired the weapon he had.

“My lady made it for me. Along with this,” he raised his arm to indicate the piece of tech on his arm. He never took the thing off since it doubled his magic. “It enhances my magic,” he explained to Sif.

“Most impressive,” Sif replied with the proper amount of awed approval. She nodded at Bucky. “Can the mortal hold his own? Thor dressed him up like a warrior, but…” that didn’t really mean anything. Thor wasn’t always the brightest.

“You would be surprised. He and I both have an affinity for daggers,” Loki replied. He was impressed with his friend’s skills.

Sif smirked. “Wonder if he’d deign to spar a girl,” she pondered aloud while she went to find out just that, dragging Bucky away to test his skills. Bucky grinned and was glad to go test out this warrior woman.

They had all noticed that Odin had been visibly watching from nearby. He’d wanted to see Loki’s new toy in action and make sure neither of his sons had lost their skill while on Midgard. After a couple more bouts, he had seen what he wanted and left to attend other matters.

“Oh shit!” Thor exclaimed some time later. He was on the other end of the training courts from the problem.

Loki glanced over at Thor. “What?” he asked. Thor didn’t usually curse so crudely when they were home.

Thor gestured with Mjolnir to where you had wandered in, looking for your missing Loki. Thor was frozen as the entire practice court stared at where you were half-asleep, barefoot in your pajamas, such as they were since your pajamas consisted of one of Loki’s tunics.

Loki cursed and rushed over to you, magicking on a dress for you so when you came to your senses you wouldn’t be embarrassed. Also so he wouldn’t have to kill everyone there. “Darling, what are you doing here?” he asked you, concerned. All of the menfolk there besides Fandral, who was standing shocked and confused, have decided for their own safety that other things than Loki’s lady were extremely interesting and required their undivided attention.

You wrapped your arms around your Loki. “Was worried. You were gone,” you told him and laid your head on his chest, content now that you’d found him and he was safe. You weren’t the most logical when you were half-asleep.

Loki smiled and wrapped you up in his arms. “I’m just fine, sweetheart,” he told you and sat on a bench nearby, pulling you into his lap. He was content to just sit with you and watch Sif and Bucky go at it. The menfolk relaxed when Loki didn’t seem particularly like killing them.

You curled yourself contently in Loki’s lap, much as you did when your naps were interrupted at the tower and you came to find him. Loki sighed in relief that you felt comfortable falling asleep in such an unfamiliar place, especially one that held so many negative memories for you. He pressed a kiss to your hair and hugged you tighter to him. He failed to realize that he was the comfortable place.

Thor smirked when he came to check on you. “Should’ve known she’d only sleep when you’re around, especially on Asgard,” he commented, but softly so as to not wake you.

“After what happened, do you really think she’d be able to sleep comfortably here without me? I’m amazed she’s sleeping at all even with me here,” Loki replied grumpily. He hated how uncomfortable you were with his home. Especially since it was your home now too.

“No,” Thor replied sadly. “I had hoped she might be able to relax some after father’s display yesterday, and mother’s kindness, of course, but you’re right…” he gave you a considering look. “I doubt mother will let her return to Midgard yet either, so it looks like you are stuck with an extra clingy lady,” he teased and left to go rescue Bucky from Sif’s tender mercy.

Bucky came over when Sif had finished kicking his ass. He hadn’t seen you arrive as he’d been busy having his ass handed to him by the goddess of war. He was worried at what he saw. “When did she get here? Is she ok?” he asked Loki. He had a soft spot for you and was as protective of you as Loki most of the time.

“She’s fine but still recovering. That cure took a lot out of her, as you saw,” Loki reassured him.

Bucky nodded and relaxed. Loki wouldn’t say you were alright if you weren’t. “I saw. And I’m not terribly surprised she’s asleep in your arms, hell she does that every nightmare she has back home. How on earth did she find you, though? This place is a maze…”

Loki’s brows furrowed at that. “I’m actually not sure. Maybe she tracked me using one of the gifts she gave me like I did with her staff…” he considered. He’d have to ask you when you woke.

Bucky smirked. “So there are things you don’t know,” he teased.

Loki glared in reply, though Bucky knew he didn’t really mean it. Loki’s glare was different when he meant it. “Do not tell anyone,”

Bucky laughed. “Your secret’s safe with me, Odinson. Speaking of, let me know if you need me to keep an eye on her. Figured you might have some kind of royal duties while you’re home,” he offered. Loki inclined his head in acknowledgement. He would trust you to Bucky’s care. That’s part of why Bucky was brought along after all. “And the oaf and his drunkards of friends are all super excited breakfast is soon so you might want to wake her before they come stomping past,” he suggested in warning.

Loki nodded, but gave Bucky a considering look before he woke you. “I’m curious though. Why do you insist on calling me Odinson? You do know that I’m adopted right?” he asked his friend. Bucky had done it as formal address in Loki’s home instead of the usual nicknames they had for each other.

Bucky looked downright worried at that, afraid he’d been upsetting Loki all this time that they’d been friends. “I… thought it was the right term…” he finally said, afraid not of Loki, but that he’d been hurting his friends feelings, especially when he’d gone out of his way to change the address to ‘Friggadotir’ when Loki was female. “Is it not?” he got up the courage to ask.

Loki didn’t want to hurt his friend’s feelings. “Not really, though I would prefer if you called me Loki,” Loki knew that most of the time they would stick to their annoying nicknames for each other. Not many on Asgard were allowed to call him by his first name. Only you, his mother, brother, and the oaf’s friend did. Though the morons did without his permission.

Bucky gave him a small smile. “I think I can handle that, Loki,” he replied. Some other time, he’d explain about terms of address in the army and why he, and to an extent Steve, tended to use last names if no title was available for someone. He looks over at the morons who were packing up. “Moron herd is coming,” he warned moments before the moron herd came stomping over, talking too loudly and generally being loud an obnoxious.

Their idiocy startled you awake and you were instantly on your feet with a dagger in each hand, standing in front of your Loki to protect him from the danger of the loud noise. Loki chuckled fondly. “Kitten, you don’t need to defend me from Thor’s idiot friends,” he said as he took the daggers out of your hands and pulled you back into his lap. He glared at the moron herd. “Could you quiet down? My lady is still trying to rest,” he growled at them.

You looked at Loki confused. “They were loud,” you informed him intelligently. Or at least you thought it was intelligently in your less than half awake state. They were also loud on Asgard where you were uncomfortable, which meant scary, and that meant you had to protect your Loki, but you let him take the daggers and pull you back into his lap, where you curled with a purr, reassured by his insistence that you were both ok.

“Come on, noodle,” Fandral laughed loudly, poking at the easily annoyed Loki. “You don’t want to miss breakfast,” he teased.

“Fandral, are you trying to get yourself stabbed?” Sif asked as she joined the group. “Loki already saved your ass from his lady. It’s your funeral if you provoke either of them anymore,” she told him, reminding him that he was being beyond stupid.

Loki growled at your nickname coming from Fandral. It was barely ok when you said it. No one else was allowed to use it. “Say that again and expect a dagger at your throat,” Loki growled at him, his tone clear that he meant the threat. He turned his attention back to you. “Would you like to go to breakfast, little one?” he asked you gently. He knew you weren’t really very awake and didn’t want to upset you.

“We should eat something,” you said instead of answering his actual question. Though you did feel like you could eat you weight in pancakes, if only they had them here. Loki helped you off his lap and placed your hand on his arm to escort you to the dining hall for breakfast. Bucky and Sif followed right behind you as a buffer between you and the oaf’s moronic friends. Bucky and Sif seemed to be getting along well. “When did we come outside?” you asked Loki as you walked. You were more awake now.

“I was forced out here by my brother for weapons training. You seemed to just find me somehow,” Loki replied with a warm chuckle. He was amused at your half-asleep antics.

“Oh. That doesn’t sound like fun for you,” you replied while you tried to remember. “Thor had you upside down,” you added softly when you remembered that detail.

“He did,” Loki agreed, and you could hear the grumbling in his tone as well as the amusement at how hard it was for you to remember. “Though I did get to show off with your present and got to kick Fandral’s ass at the same time,” he added brightly. That part at least had been fun for him.

“Oh good. Fandral deserves it,” you told him. “Dagger still working out ok for you?” you asked, concerned.

“It’s amazing, darling,” he kissed your cheek. “Thank you for such a wonderful gift,”

You smiled brightly up at him. “Glad you like it,” you tapped the tech on his arm. “I’ll fix this up after we get home. I did stitch it together with bootleg parts… plus it’s ugly as hell,” you knew that would grate on Loki. He liked being fashionable.

“How did you find me anyway, darling? This palace is huge,” Loki asked, changing the subject.

You thought that over, trying to remember things you’d done while half awake was hard. You shrugged. “I can always feel where you are, as long as you’re close enough. Maybe because you’ve been teaching me magic?” you suggested. You’d know the feel of him and his power anywhere.

Fandral chose that moment to make a stupid comment and antagonize the Loki, because tormenting Thor’s kid brother was a time-honored game among the warrior morons. “That was a lovely outfit the little lady was wearing this morning,” he teased about your pajamas.

Before you could turn to defend your own honor, Thor and Bucky have both taken a turn decking Fandral in the face for insulting you. “Surely Mother taught you better than to tease sick noble ladies,” Thor glared at the moron. He thought his friends were smarter than this.

Loki threw a dagger into Fandral’s side for good measure. “Especially the sick noble lady whom I am courting, imbecile,” he growled, holding you protectively to his side.

“Seriously, Fan? How the fuck do you think making the girl cry is going to win you her affections?” Sif demanded. A moment later, there was a sickening crunch sound of a certain piece of Fandral’s anatomy being hit with something very heavy. “Maybe with that out of commission you’ll think with the big brain for awhile,” she growled at him.

Loki tried his best to hold back his laughter at Sif’s treatment of the moron.

You hid your beet red face against his chest and made a small distressed noise. Sif came up on your other side. “Hey, Loki, I heard the chefs are making those cinnamon pastries you pretend you don’t absolutely adore,” Sif said kindly, thinking if Loki liked them then maybe you would too. Either way, it was a conversation other than Fandral being an idiot. Loki gave her a small appreciative nod. He actually liked Lady Sif.

“Pastries you love?” you asked softly, curiously. You refused to look at any of the others since Fandral made you uncomfortable, but you were curious about something that made Loki happy.

“You’ll see when we get there love. They’re too amazing to describe,” he started to act like a child in a candy store, excited for the pastries. He dragged you off to breakfast excitedly.

Breakfast was a smaller affair than dinner and the head table wasn’t used. Instead, the whole group of you sat together at one of the smaller tables, though the warrior’s three decided to skip breakfast and hide Fandral from Frigga. There was already a huge pile of pastries next to Loki’s usual place at the smaller table when you arrived. Loki pulled out your chair for you before he took his place and started munching on the pastries, moaning in pleasure at one of his favorite foods.

You couldn’t help smiling at his obvious pleasure and took one of the pastries for yourself. Bucky and Sif were chatting together. “I would not recommend stealing one of Loki’s pastries. Even his lady is lucky she got one without being growled at,” Sif was teasing, though her warning was real.

Bucky was too tempted by that and reached over to steal a pastry. Loki growled protectively, but realized it was Bucky, and since he liked Bucky, let him take one. One.

Bucky chuckled and did indeed take only one. “How are you not fat with how much you devour sweets?” he teased and tried to goad you into eating more than a single pastry. You were refusing to take more from the happy Loki.

Loki snapped out of his happy pastry-induced daze long enough to conjure up a plate of piping hot pancakes for you before he returned to his pastries.

“These don’t belong here,” you commented, but purred and happily dug into your pancakes.

“How the fuck did you get pancakes here? And if you can conjure them yourself why do you keep stealing ours every Sunday?!?!” Bucky demanded indignantly.

Loki just shrugged and continued eating his pancakes.

Bucky glared while you giggled and enjoyed your breakfast. Everyone looked up when Frigga entered the room and rushed to stand a moment later. It wasn’t every morning that she joined them, but she was a common sight at breakfast. She headed straight for the table that had her sons.

Even Loki stopped eating his pastries to stand and greet his mother properly with a kiss on the cheek. “Good morning, Mother,” he greeted her warmly.

She kissed his cheek in return. “Good morning, darling. I see you found the pastries I had made for you. You did remember to share with your lady, didn’t you?” she teased warmly

“Yes, Mother, I shared with my lady,” Loki replied indignantly. Of course he would share with you.

Frigga laughed and moved on to greet everyone else at the table. Including you. She placed a hand to your forehead and cheeks, always the healer and mother. “You still need to take it easy, dear,” she told you. Her hands felt cold, so you knew you were flushed. “Get that son of mine to take you for a stroll through the gardens. The fresh air will do you some good,” she went to take her seat between her boys and looked at the mostly empty table. “Where are the rest of your friends, Thor?”

Sif laughed. “They are likely hiding fandral from you, Allmother,” she replied. “He made the mistake of insulting a sick noble lady in front of her protectors and the man courting her. He’s losing his touch of he thinks that was supposed to be flirtatious…”

“Lady Sif is right. Fandral does not know how to hold his tongue,” Loki grumbled.

“What exactly did Fandral do?” she demanded of the table at large. There was icy steel in her words and her demeanor. She did not appreciate her charges being upset, especially if it could put her healing in danger.

Loki growled. “He attempted to flirt and embarrass my love when she came to find me in a half asleep state in her pajamas. She was clearly unwell and he should have known not to tease her with me around,”

“I didn’t mean to cause trouble,” you murmured softly. You’d cause a lot of trouble by going to find Loki when you weren’t awake enough to know what you were doing.

Frigga growled and shoved away from the table. “He should have known not to distress one of my charges,”

Loki smirked at his angry mother, since she wasn’t angry with him. “He has already been handled, Mother. Thor, Sif, Sergeant Barnes, and I took care of it,”

Frigga looked over at Loki with a malicious glint in her eyes. “And will I be satisfied with your handling of the situation?” she asked formally.

“Quite satisfied. He was punched in the face twice, a dagger in the side, and Lady Sif took his manhood out of commission for awhile,” Loki replied with a smirk.

Frigga nodded and resumed her seat after stealing one of the pastries from Loki’s carefully guarded stack.

Breakfast continued in companionable conversation. You ate your weight in pancakes and one more pastry stole from Loki’s stack because they were so good. Before your group could disband to your separate activities for the day, Odin entered the room and everyone had to stand yet again to greet him.

He came straight over and kissed his wife on the cheek. After the greetings went made, he spoke beyond his replies to the greetings. He addressed the table at large, but more importantly Loki and you. You were terrified to be addressed, terrified of this man after he’d hurt you, and beyond terrified at his words.

“I would speak with lady Y/N. Privately,”

#Loki #Lover #Submitted fic #submission #monsters and magic #chapter 63 #Nekoamamori

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0-solshroom-0 · 2 years ago

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Anyway here’s my finished product for my creative nonfiction assignment.

Since I Started University (My New Name is Sisyphus)

Since I started university, I have become convinced that the universe hates me. I cannot seem to catch a break. There are times when I think of myself as Sisyphus; constantly pushing a boulder toward the top of a hill but never quite reaching it. Day in and day out I roll my own personal boulder of trauma, mental illness, and stress up a never-ending hill that I swear is made of glass shards and lego pieces.

Logically, I know the world is not out to get me. I know that I am not the unfortunate protagonist of some tragic young adult novel or some greek tragedy, and I know that I am not the only one that goes through intense struggles. Yet, if I’m not meant to feel like the entire universe is against me, I would appreciate it if it would stop giving me so much shit.

Logically I know bad things happen to a lot of people. I know there are people who are homeless or starving. I know there are people in Ukraine fleeing their homes. I know there are people who are facing way worse, and I know that I am very privileged to be in the position I am in today. Logically, I know all of this.

What doesn’t make sense to me is the fact that now I am just supposed to deal with this. I am supposed to heal and move on and act like everything is perfectly fine. I think about this often when I walk to class, especially on days when it is cold. I think about how sad I am on days when my jacket is not enough to hide my skin from the piercing wind, and my cheeks and nose have turned completely pink, and although my fingers are completely numb I still have my phone out texting my best friend like I do every morning because although it is only nine in the morning here, Jehan is already halfway through their day; it is three in the afternoon for them.

I think about my trauma in the back room of my workplace; a small closet full of clothing and hangers where I spend most of my time on the clock monotonously hanging up t-shirts that say things like, “Alexa, homeschool my kids for me.” or have big Carhartt logos on the front and folding pants that have a texture that makes me want to crumple into a ball like a sheet of paper.

I am always cold. I often think that it is just another form of the universe trying to make life harder for me, because once I get cold I get sad. Sadness is funny like that, specifically that kind of soul-crushing aching emptiness that comes about when you’re already uncomfortable. So, you know, clinical depression is another way to describe what I feel when it’s cold, and when it’s hot, and when it’s comfortable. I bring up the cold because it is cold when I walk to class, and it is cold when I am in the back room of my workplace, and it is cold when I lay on my linoleum floor and cry myself to sleep and wake up two hours later in a puddle of my own drool and drenched in sweat even though it’s freezing.

There is no narrative to my life as of late. I go to class in the cold and go to work in the cold and go to sleep in the cold. I stop at Starbucks for a coffee and it momentarily brings the feeling back into my frozen fingers. I watch my silly Youtubers to go to sleep, and I go home when I can to play with my dog.

Still, the breakdowns come. When I get a big fat F on an exam I decide not to study for, or when I can’t go home on time, when my schedule is disrupted or I buy a new conditioner and it doesn’t smell the same. The breakdowns especially come when I can’t quite distract myself long enough. When I let my thoughts go free for a while. When I find myself staying up until two in the morning. When I shower in the dark. The breakdowns happen, and they always will, even on good days.

Somehow I learn to cope. I walk to class and let my fingers go numb and make it almost on time every day. I sit in class and write and it is a distraction enough, even when I accidentally deadname myself in front of the whole class. I get writing assignments I don’t hate and I complete them almost on time. I act like everything is fine and personally, I think I do a damn good job at it. Every day I walk to class or I drive to work, and on Thursdays I surround myself with other queer people and it is almost enough to make the police lights and crying in my brain stop for just a moment and let me breathe.

Most days I think I will be okay. Even when I spend five hours straight sobbing in my room because I realize one semester of university was almost enough to kill my passion for writing, I still know that I will be okay. I have to remind myself of this a lot, and I do not actually know when everything will be okay, but a stone can only roll down a hill so far until it reaches a valley, and maybe there’s a hill on the other side for me to roll back up. Even if I am doomed to be Sisyphus for the rest of my life, then I will inevitably be okay when my name is written in all the myths for all eternity, and everyone will know who I was. Things cannot stay bad forever though. Logically, I know that. So, I’ll continue my days, day in and day out rolling my rock up the hill in hopes that one day I’ll reach the top. Until then, I’ll listen to Taylor Swift in the shower, I’ll go to the gym with my friends, I’ll watch strangers on the internet play video games, and I’ll write something I’m proud of.

#YES THE TITLE IS A WILBUR SOOT/LOVEJOY REFERENCE LEAVE ME ALONE #creative writing #tw depression #creative nonfiction #nonfiction #writing #my writing #personal story #university #college #university student #english major #creative writing major

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op-law · 4 years ago

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Charlotte Kato x Reader {I Need You} Ch 4

Kato's Pov

(Y/n) had been asleep for some time now and her bratty little sister had brought me something to eat earlier though I was growing bored of watching her sleep. "Maybe she wouldn't mind if I woke her up... (Y/n)?... (Y/n)?... Come on wake up you've been asleep for two hours now~" Since the girl was sleeping against my chest, I had a perfect view of her sleeping face and as (Y/n) started to stir I waited patiently for her eyes to open.

'Yawnnnnn'

"Five more minutes Mom~ I..." As (Y/n) returned to her peaceful slumber I could only laugh before I shifted into a sitting position and let her slide into my lap. The girl was a tiny little thing but she fit perfectly against me almost like she could have been my missing puzzle piece. "It's time to get up (Y/n)~" When my tongue glided across her cheek she didn't awake but when I blew into her ear it seemed to do the trick. "What the hell!? Who did that!?... Oh, Kato, it's only you. Why did you wake me up? I was having such a nice dream and you interrupted it"

"I'm sorry (Y/n) but there's nothing to do and you've been asleep for two hours. Can we play a game together?" When the girl removed herself from my lap, I immediately started to crave her touch but I didn't move from my spot as I watched her pull this large bin out of the closet. "Do you want to play cards with me? I like playing Crazy Eights and Go Fish but if you don't like cards, I can find something else" That smile (Y/n) had on her lips made my own widen before I started nodding my head and pat the spot in front of me.

When she sat in front of me, I took the deck from her hands before I started to shuffle them. "Do you know how to play poker (Y/n)?" Her response was almost immediate though when a frown graced the girls' lips, I grew concerned. "No, is it difficult?" As I started to explain the rules of the game (Y/n) took in the information like a sponge and once her smile had returned to her face my nerves started to relax. "Are we playing strip poker or just regular poker? My friends say that strip poker is the only way they play the game but what do you think Kato?"

"Strip poker?... Sure, we can play that if you want to (Y/n). Did you want to put on some more clothing or are you fine in that outfit?" When she declined the chance to put on more layers, I started dealing out our cards though I knew that (Y/n) wasn't wearing much so this game would most likely end quickly. "Good luck Kato"

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(Y/n)'s Pov

"Sorry (Y/n) but I won again... Though you're running out of clothing so maybe we should play something else. We can play Go Fish or Crazy Eights next if you'd like" I'm not sure if Kato was just trying to be nice to me or if he wasn't interested in the game anymore but I was glad I could keep the rest of my clothing. "Let's play Crazy Eights and Kato just so you know I'm not giving you back your cape. It's mine now~" As I wrapped his warm cape around my body, I stuck my tongue at him though Kato made no attempt to take it from me. "You can put your clothes back on now (Y/n)... though I do need to use the restroom. Is there one close by?"

"Oh, it's right over there. I'm one of the few kids that gets their own private bathroom. Take as much time as you need Kato and I'm sorry about the ceilings but there's little I can do about them" Since my ceilings were roughly only eight feet tall and this man was around eleven feet tall, he almost needed to crawl to avoid hitting his head. "It's alright (Y/n) I'll manage" As he disappeared into the restroom, I quickly fixed my clothing before I started to deal out the cards for our game. "How many cards do we start with again?... Oh, right we each get five to start"

'Knock' 'Knock' 'Knock'

"(Y/n) do you have any laundry that you'd like washed!? I'm doing a few loads before dinner so speak up now!" Thankfully Kato was still in the restroom but my Mother nearly gave me a heart attack. "One second! What are we having for dinner!?" As I gathered the clothing that was spread out across my floor and placed it into the basket, I finally found anything before I headed for the door.

"Thank you, sweetheart. Oh, we're having a little campfire in the backyard tonight so we'll be roasting hot dogs and marshmallows. I was going to make chicken but at the last minute, I didn't feel like cooking. Will your boyfriend be joining us?" I had thought she was just joking around with me so I quickly replied though there was something I didn't like about her grin.

"What are you talking about Mother? I don't have a boyfriend and even if I did, I wouldn't be letting him come anywhere near you crazy people" That sentence wasn't a complete lie though as her finger pointed to my bathroom I started to panic.

"You should really learn to lie better (Y/n). I expect to see this mystery man of yours later tonight at our campfire. Oh, and (Y/n) you shouldn't be playing strip poker alone with him since that will only lead to tension in your relationship. I'm going to start the wash though please be outside around six o'clock. Hehehe. That's a nice cape by the way~"

As I opened my mouth to reply to her, I couldn't come up with a good enough excuse, and really at this point, she wasn't going to believe anything other than the fact that I had a boy in my room. "I really don't like you right now Mother"

"Sorry (Y/n) but this is my house and I know everything that occurs in it. Hehehe. Have fun (Y/n) though please keep your clothes on" I could not believe this lady but hopefully she wouldn't be shocked when I brought an eleven-foot-tall human pumpkin to the campfire. As I slammed the bedroom door shut, I saw Kato was just coming out of the restroom though he had this frown gracing his lips.

"Your Mother is quite interesting (Y/n) though I don't see why she referred to me as your boyfriend... Are we going to this campfire together?" He was sitting on the floor just beside my bed though he seemed to be nervous based on the way he was playing with his hands. "Unfortunately, I have no choice but to bring you with me. Have you roasted marshmallows before?"

"Why is it unfortunate that you need to bring with you (Y/n)?" When his frown deepened, I knew that I had upset him though I quickly responded with the reasoning behind my words. "I'd love to roast marshmallows and cuddle with you around a campfire but my family is a little... crazy? Yuki brought this guy over once and he was running for the door after fifteen minutes since Ren tried to shoot him with an arrow. Will you run away if something like that happens tonight?"

"Hehehehe. I highly doubt that this person will even be able to hit me... but no I won't run away (Y/n). My family is just like yours so I'm used to odd things occurring and besides it would be boring if everyone got along. Hehehe. Are we going to continue playing cards or would you like to do something else?"

"Well, I think you need a crash course on the other people that live in this house. TJ might not be here since he went to a friend's house but Ren and Yuki will be there. Since you have already threatened Yuki, she probably won't give you any trouble but Ren, my Mother, and Frank will be the ones to look out for"

"Who's Frank? You don't seem happy with mentioning his name. Has he hurt you? I'll gladly end his life if that's the case" Once I had made myself in Kato's lap, I started to reply to his question though I was slightly worried since this man spoke of murdering someone like it was second nature to him. "You don't need to kill anyone Kato... he's just my Step Father but I refuse to accept that since no one will ever replace my Dad. You might not understand it though please don't hurt anyone"

"As you wish (Y/n)... Will you tell me about this Ren person?" I was thankful that Kato pulled me away from the Frank topic but Ren was still his daughter. "She's my Step Sister and I hate her as well. Though she seems to want to be my friend or something like that but I don't like her personality" Don't get me wrong Ren wasn't a bad person though she just came across as a bitch at times. "You're crying (Y/n)"

"I'm sorry" When his thumb brushed away my tears, I found myself leaning against Kato while he tried his best to help me. "There's no need to be sorry (Y/n) if you need to cry then let it out since it's not healthy to keep your emotions to yourself. You still look cute even with tears staining your cheeks~"

"T-Thanks Kato... I'd just like to sit h-here for a while and n-not think about anything"

"Take as much time as you need"

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Sometime Later...

"They're all down there waiting, Kato... I really don't want to go" As Yuki's head turned towards my window, I could see she had started to wave though it only caused me to throw the curtains closed. "We don't have to go down there if your uncomfortable (Y/n)"

"No, that's not an option Kato since my Mother would only come up here and drag me downstairs by my ear... We can do this everything will work out just fine. Come on before I somehow chicken out and remember to watch your head" As I wrapped Kato's cape tightly around myself, I made sure that it wasn't dragging on the ground before I pulled open my bedroom door.

"Be careful not to trip over my cape (Y/n) I don't want you to get hurt" With Kato following close behind I started down the steps though when I seen Yuki walking out of the kitchen I froze. "W-What are you doing (Y/n)!? Mom's going to freak out if she sees him. He needs to stay in your room where no one will be able to find him"

"She told me to bring my boyfriend to the campfire... and she already knew I had a boy in my room so I have no other choice but to comply with her demands" There was no backing out of this now but as I stood by the sliding door, I became a little afraid that someone would try and hurt Kato.

"Kato... If someone attacks you feel free to defend yourself but please don't kill anyone. Do you want to hold my hand?" I had held my hand up towards him though when he instead picked me up, I freaked out a little bit since I didn't expect it. "Calm down (Y/n) everything will be fine" As soon as we exited the house all eyes were on us but at that point, I was trying to cover myself with Kato's cape so no one could see.

"What in the fuck that ugly thing!? Dad do something!"

"No one here is going to harm (Y/n)'s boyfriend. Franklin, would you please go get the graham crackers for me? I forgot them in the kitchen... (Y/n) are you going to introduce your male friend here or perhaps would you like to explain why he's even here, to begin with?" My Mother was surprisingly calm about the whole situation and I didn't understand why. "This is Kato... Why do you seem so calm about this Mother?"

"Hm? Oh, this isn't my first encounter with a person from another world but he's definitely the most unique looking one. Did you find him at the pumpkin patch this morning?" As soon as I heard those words leave my Mother's mouth, I turned my head towards her though that smirk on her lips said it all. "You knew this whole time!?"

"Hehehe. Of course, I knew I'm your Mother~ Please take a seat (Y/n) we have a lot to discuss"

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End Chapter 4

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Disagreements:

Who is more likely to raise their voice? maybe isaiah, but it would never be at ashley. he can get pretty worked up sometimes though.Who threatens to leave but never actually does? ne...i ..t her?? they like each other too much lmaoWho actually keeps their word and leaves? i feel like ashley always keeps her word, like the one time you can trust her to keep something to herself, it’ll be regarding isaiah. whereas i feel like isaiah is the kinda person that would leave, because he feels like he isn’t being good enough for ashley.Who trashes the house? ashley maybe? isaiah is pretty clean.Do either of them get physical? nope no no they are healthy n lovingHow often do they argue/disagree? pretty much never? the only time they kinda get a bit ... uppity .. is when ashley tries to shrug off people’s shitty behaviour. Who is the first to apologise? both of them usually do. ashley is too pure for the world and always apologises even when its not her fault.

Sex:

Who is on top? for the most part, isaiah, because he’s more dominant.Who is on the bottom? ashley probably, but lbr isaiah would lov her on topWho has the strangest desires? probably isaiah. he’s tried a lot of diff things.Any kinks? he really likes when they tease each other in public, and know they can’t do anything about it. or he likes just being able to sneak off somewhere, and come back, obviously disheveled and pretend like they’re fine. he also loves sexting, or if she sends him pics. Who’s dominant in bed? isaiah.Is head ever in the equation? almost always, isaiah likes to make sure his girl is good n ready for him :-)If so, who is better at performing it? isaiah loves doing it more, but ashley is probably the best at it.Ever had sex in public? they probably would, yes, like in a bathroom or changing room.Who moans the most? ashley maybe?Who leaves the most marks? ashley, we hope.Who screams the loudest? again, hope it’s ashley.Who is the more experienced of the two? they’re both experienced in different ways. Do they ‘fuck’ or ‘make love’? bit of both.Rough or soft? for the most part, and to begin with- isaiah is a soft bean.How long do they usually last? look if ashley is going down on isaiah, he will last like... a minute, max, because she’s really good. but at sex in general, i feel like they can last a while. maybe 20 mins for just sex, but if there’s good foreplay thrown in there, then a couple of hours.Is protection used? isaiah defs would be all over the condom sitch, bc he wouldn’t want to make her have to take a pill, or iud, or rod or anything.Does it ever get boring? nope, nope, never.Where is the strangest place they’d have sex? probably behind the school bleachers, right after a game, when isaiah was high on adrenaline from winning.

Family:

Do your muses plan on having children/or have children? i don’t really think they’d be thinking about that for a long time.If so, how many children do your muses want/have? ashley would probably want a cute little baby? but, isaiah is kinda... fine with where he is.Who is the favorite parent? isaiah, maybe? just because he’s such a dad, and makes lame jokes and doesn’t mind embarrassing himself to make kids smile. ashley is more just like, the sunny, bright, always positive one. they’re both loved tbhWho is the authoritative parent? again, isaiah. he’d be the one to be like “nope, time for bed.” and then they’d all ‘awww’ and ashley would join in and isaiah wouLD STRUGGLE TO KEEP UP.Who is more likely to allow the children to have a day off school? ashley. they’d cough once around her and be like ‘i’m sick’ and she’d be like ‘omg of course baby, stay home’Who lets the children indulge in sweets and junk food when the other isn’t around? again, probably ashley? not excessively, but she’ll playfully let them ‘sneak’ cookies behind isaiah’s back. isaiah always knows, of course, but they all pretend he doesn’t.Who turns up to extra curricular activities to support their children? ashley is the best damn unofficial cheerleader. she’d probably be all up in those pta meetings, or just helping with dances and stuff, whereas isaiah would be more of like.. a sports coach kinda. Who goes to parent teacher interviews? both of them for sure!Who changes the diapers? ashley would be exhausted, no doubt, so isaiah does not mind doing the heavy lifting from here.Who gets up in the middle of the night to feed the baby? isaiah, bc ashley needs her sleep.Who spends the most time with the children? they both spend quite a bit of time with their kids? they’re good at balancing it out, because they both know what its like to have shitty parents. Who packs their lunch boxes? ashley, and she does it so well, she has it down pat. she puts little smily faces in their salads, or sandwiches. whereas, isaiah gets clueless and ends up just giving them a paper bag with $10 in it, to buy lunch.Who gives their children ‘the talk’? GODDD, isaiah would try to lead it, but lbr, ashley would take over bc isaiah would struggle.Who cleans up after the kids? both!Who worries the most? ashley worries more openly. Who are the children more likely to learn their first swear word from? ashley, probably, she’d let one slip by accident, and that would probably be their kids first word.

Affection:

Who likes to cuddle? ashley isn’t so used to cuddling, so i feel like isaiah often initiates it. they both like it though Who is the little spoon? ashley, for sure. she fits perfectly in his arms!Who gets naughty in the most inappropriate of places? omg... both have their moments honestly. it really depends. if isaiah is feeling really relaxed, and happy, and a bit pumped up, then he’ll initiate it. i feel like most of the time, ashley initiates it accidentally. Who struggles to keep their hands to themself? isaiah usually hates pda, but he’s always kinda gotta have his hand in hers, or his arm brushing against hers. he needs contact basically all the time #clingybitchHow long can they cuddle until one becomes uncomfortable? isaiah probably falls asleep with his arms around ashley, and she ends up having to squirm or be like ‘isaiah ur lying on my HAIR’ . so maybe .. an hour?Who gives the most kisses? ashley, she gives lil cute kisses, all the time. What is their favourite non-sexual activity? just being around each other in general? lmao, these bitches love each other.Where is their favourite place to cuddle? a bed . isaiah still likes to stay private about over excessive pda. Who is more likely to playfully grope the other? ashley probably, and isaiah would wanna die. How often do they get time to themselves? quite a bit. isaiah often goes into his own holes n stuff, and ashleys good at pulling him out.

Sleeping:

Who snores? neither? If both do, who snores the loudest? isaiah snores sometimes, and sleep talks sometimes, but for the most part they’re both pretty good. one time ashley did have an awful cold though, and isaiah refused to leave her side. she snored so loud that the walls literally shook, and isaiah knew not to say anything bc he knew she’d feel bad. Do they share a bed or sleep separately? share, always. If they sleep together, do they cozy up together or lay far apart? if it’s rlly hot, then they might lie a bit apart, but still hold hands. for the most part, they’re cosy n together.Who talks in their sleep? isaiah probably. or ashley mumbles little funny things like ‘no, snowman, you can’t take my penguin’ and isaiah grins so big. What do they wear to bed? isaiah probably just wears boxers. ashley probably has like ,, this sexy af bralette and short shorts or something. Are either of your muses insomniacs? hmm, not clinically, i don’t think, but ashley definitely has trouble sleeping with everything shes been throughCan sleeping pills be found by the bedside? for ashley, yes. isaiah keeps them there, and insists she takes them if it’s a really bad night. Do they wrap their limbs around each other or just lay side by side? wrapped up like a pretzel.Who wakes up with bed hair? ashley? isaiah probably loves it.Who wakes up first? definitely isaiah.Who prepares breakfast in bed for the other? isaiah again. he’d like bring a tray over, thinking he’s so romantic, and be like ‘wakey wakey’ and ashley would probably scream and knock the tray over, and they’d end up getting breakfast out instead lmao. What is their favourite sleeping position? cuddled up together on their sides. or isaiah likes lying on his back, holding one of her hands with his, against his chest. Who hogs the sheets? maybe ashley? neither, bc they’re both so selfless.Do they set an alarm each night? not really, isaiah’s body clock is pretty good.Can a television be found in their bedroom? for sure.Who has nightmares? ashley :(Who has ridiculous dreams? ashley :)Who sprawls out and takes up most of the bed? isaiah probably, without even noticing.Who makes the bed? both of them, they do it together, and probably end up messing it up all over again. What time is bed time? they don’t... have a bed time?Any routines/rituals before bed? isaiah always, always asks her if there’s anything she needs, or for him to help her with, before he’s about to sleep. they both usually shower together too, because isaiah likes to help wash her hair. and vice versa.Who’s the grumpiest when they wake up? maybe ashley, but not really? she’s more just... sleepy still.

Work:

Who is the busiest? they both have a good work ethic, but i feel like ashley probably runs around a lot Who rakes in the highest income? ... maybe... isaiah. sigh.Are any of your muses unemployed? nope they’re good at taking care of themselves. Who takes the most sick days? neither?Who is more likely to turn up late to work? ashley, because she fell asleep.Who sucks up to their boss? isaiah probably.What are their jobs? currently? mystery busters! in the future i’d like to think that isaiah is on a professional lacrosse team, or coaching. ashley would make a really great childcare worker i feel. or she’s good with fashion, so anything there. Who stresses the most? isaiah, usually.Do your muses enjoy or despise their careers/occupations? currently ... a bit of.. bothAre your muses financially stable? isaiah is, therefore he makes sure ashley is too, but ashley by herself .. maybe not.. so much?

Home:

Who does the washing? isaiah.Who takes out the trash? isaiah.Who does the ironing? isaiahWho does the cooking? isaiah lMAO he gotta take care of his girl ok, she work hard.. she aint gotta lift a finger. Who is more likely to burn the house down just trying? ashley hahahaahahaWho is messier? maybe ashley? she’d probably try distract him by throwing flour or something.Who leaves the toilet roll empty? hopefully neither.Who leaves their dirty clothes on the floor? if hes in a rush, isaiah will.Who forgets to flush the toilet? pls god neitherWho is the prankster around the house? maybe isaiah?Who loses the car keys when it comes time to go somewhere? ashley, omg.Who mows the lawn? isaiah. and he’ll do it shirtless and sweaty, so he can cool off in a shower later with his girl ;-)Who answers the telephone? either?Who does the vacuuming? isaiah.Who does the groceries? isaiah. or they go together!Who takes the longest to shower? ashley maybe.Who spends the most time in the bathroom? ashley, bc have you seen her amazing makeup skills? girl has to take TIME to put on her FACE.

Miscellaneous:

Is money a problem? isaiah would never let it be, but that would probably cause a problem in itself.How many cars do they own? isaiah has one. i don’t know if ashley does, but lbr, isaiah would get her one if she needed.Do they own their home or do they rent? rent currently, but isaiah would defs get one.Do they live near the coast or deep in the countryside? coast.Do they live in the city or in the country? city.Do they enjoy their surroundings? definitely! isaiah makes sure it’s a friendly neighbourhood and nobody is problematic.What’s their song? take your pick from my playlist! (my personal faves are probably white ferrari , simplethings and saved by khaled)What do they do when they’re away from each other? probably text each other constantly, or send a bunch of emojis. theyre so annoying.Where did they first meet? at A FRAT PARTY SDJKNSNJHow did they first meet? zach was friends with both of them, and introduced them. he was just like ‘ha ha, two of my friends, meeting!’ and they literally took one look at each other and zach was like ‘o fuck, they in love’ Who spends the most money when out shopping? LISSTEN isaiah will literally THROW his credit card at ashley. he likes when things make her happy, so why not buy them? he does spend quite a bit on shoes, though. Who’s more likely to flash their assets? isaiah would flash a bicep to ashley, and ashley would flash some cleavage to isaiah. but in public ... i mean. probably ashley, by accident. Who finds it amusing when the other trips over? neither, they aren’t meANAny mental issues? probably tons. Who’s terrified of bugs? ashley.Who kills the spiders around the house? isaiah.Their favourite place? with each other :) or at chalk!Who pays the bills? i mean they both would, but isaiah probably just debits his card automatically. Do they have any fears for their future? losing each other, after all the people they’ve already lost. Who’s more likely to surprise the other with a fancy dinner? isaiah, for sure. Who uses up all of the hot water? maybe ashley? but tbh isaiah wouldn’t care.Who’s the tallest? isaiah omg.Who’s more likely to just randomly hop into the shower with the other? isaiah for sure. Who wanders around in their underwear? ashley, and isaiah probably stares literally falling more in love by the secondWho sings the loudest when singing along to the radio? both of them ?? maybe? What do they tease each other about? maybe isaiahs glasses, sometimes ? or not knowing that the other like the other? Who is more likely to cringe at the other’s fashion sense at times? neither? they’re both pretty well dressedDo they have mutual friends? ha ha.Who crushed first? literally it was both at the exact same time. Any alcohol or substance related problems? i don’t think so. isaiah chains smokes when he’s stressed, and he smokes a bit of pot, but... nah he’s pretty good.Who is more likely to stumble home, drunk, at 3am? maybe isaiah after a game? bc if it was ashley, you better believe she wouldn’t stumble home, bc isaiah would pick her ass up anytime, anywhere. Who swears the most? isaiah lmao.

#ship: we could leave this world behind #bitch dont ever tell me i dont do anything for u #CAN U BELIEVE #I DID THIS #IM ... SO SLEEPY NOW #I LOVE THEM #keithpowrs

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