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universeinthebox · 1 year ago

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Hey again

Shout-out to all the people who liked and commented on my last post. Glad to know that Squeak hasn’t been forgotten. =)

Comments:

winterstraystar said: For Sonic: Thank you for still looking out for his blog, it means a lot. For Squeak: Hope you are going better wherever life has taken you. I hope you live with no regrets

You’re welcome. I should mention that I’ve done a little writing, and one of my stories is about Squeak. Here it is: https://www.fimfiction.net/story/528407/thanks-for-the-memories

I can’t believe how long it took me to get a fimfiction account. It says something about all the trauma I’ve been through.

There were a lot of us in the Box with mental health struggles of one sort or another. It was really valuable to have that space to talk, and also create! It reminds me of that one Subnormality comic...

pinkusponkus said: Squeak did so much for so many people. I miss him!

Thank you! We miss him too!

kasamari said: I miss the care and love of the whole team you guys put together. I will keep following this and Squeak’s other spaces in the hopes that I get the chance to tell Squeak that the soldier who left his pregnant wife for training all those years ago is now a proud father of 4, still married to the same amazing woman. I will always be so grateful for the story of Good Night and for the wonderful Ponies in a Box that worked to share so many stories.

CONGRATULATIONS! Hip Hip Hurray! I hope we can all be so fortunate. =)

You didn’t ask for advice, but I’m gonna provide some anyway. My favorite parenting book is Unconditional Parenting by Alfie Kohn. Also, conventional school sucks and kids would be much better off at Sudbury Schools: https://www.facebook.com/HudsonValleySudburySchool/videos/10155951019968804/ (The teachers are better off too!) Anyway, give your kids a hug from us. And maybe show them an old PIAB video or two =)

And hopefully, hopefully someday you’ll be able to tell Squeak the news directly. I’m sure he’d be happy for you. =)

warbalist said: I miss writing music for his stuff. 😭

Oh wow, you wrote music for him? (Sorry, I don’t recognize the username!) What did you write?

I miss working with him too. I miss the sheer sense of possibility we had in 2012, in the brony fandom generally and especially with Pony in a Box. I still remember how I was on vacation and Squeak came up with the idea for The Best and within 12 hours it was fully written, recorded and posted on Youtube. Or how about that time the other boxers and me secretly made a short for Squeak’s birthday?

I miss hearing our stuff premiere on Celestia Radio. I miss reading the comments as they came in. I miss the little ARG we did for Wrong Way Backwards. I miss the feeling that anything was possible.

I’m really sad that I didn’t go to BronyCon 2013. A lot of PIAB people were there, and in retrospect that was the best opportunity I ever had to see the boxers in person. But my mom had cancer and I had anxiety mixed with self-hatred and the flight seemed too much of a risk and it didn’t seem fair to mom so in the end I didn’t go. =(

I miss my box friends. Too many of us had IRL problems at the same time, and we gradually scattered to the winds. We’ve still got a discord server but it rarely gets any activity. It’s so sad. =(

Special shout-out to Togpie, who was a vital support to me during some extremely difficult times in my life. I think maybe she burnt out, caring for me all the time. If so, I don’t blame her. She worked really hard to help me when she was already busy with her own problems. I haven’t heard from her in over a year now. I hope she’s ok...

It’s strange how Life is so much grander and deeper than it seems. Do you know what I mean? There is so much meaning and passion and joy and opportunities taken and opportunities missed just in this one little group of people. There are so many things that shaped us, so many traumas that the Box helped us face, and then the Box itself drifted away because we still hadn’t found perfect solutions to Life’s problems.

And here I am, posting this little thing that a handful of people will see. How will it impact you? What’s your story?

A good life is possible, I’m sure. The solutions involve things like Children’s Rights and Sudbury Schools and Democracy and Universal Basic Income. The solutions involve things like ponies and fandoms and community for its own sake. The solutions involve knowing that you matter and your feelings matter, and it’s ok to cry when you’re hurt and it’s ok to get mad at abusive people and systems.

I think of the billionaires of the world and I wonder why they don’t just feed the poor. I’ve had a lot of friends who deserve money, good people tied down by bad circumstances. I’ve given a few thousand myself, trying to figure out how much I can afford considering I still can’t manage a full-time job (on account of my mental health). And I wonder why anyone thinks Elon Musk is a good person, seeing that he has so much money but he refuses to help people.

I think back to a time when guys openly liking ponies would have been impossible, when this fandom would have been impossible, where the formation of Pony in a Box would have been impossible. I wonder how many wonderful memories past generations never got to experience because of their stupid rules, and I’m glad for the progress we’ve made and the hope of more progress to come, and I’m also very sad that more progress hasn’t happened already.

Every so often I google anti-aging medicine (which is a legit field now) because I want to make up for all the time I’ve lost to trauma and abuse.

In the meantime, though, I’m glad we had Pony in a Box. And I’m glad that the fandom still exists. And I hope that the choices I make today will help future generations. Maybe new opportunities will come our way, like the TARDIS fading in from the Vortex.

Thank you, my friends.

Onwards and Upwards --Sonicsuns

#brony #SqueakAnon #pony in a box #sudbury schools #children's rights #universal basic income #progress #fandom #trauma #hope

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curatoroffiction · 2 years ago

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a huuuuge congratulations to your milestone!!!! I really love your works and everything about them is, amazing, especially the unique ideas!!!!

if it's not much can I request a scenario on where leona and vil finds out and helps yuu who has sleeping problems, I would love to see their reactions. Hope it's not too much!!! thank you ♡♡ and congrats again!!! :^]

- 💐 anon!

You're so sweet. I'm so glad you've been enjoying my works! I love writing for these fandoms, and I love seeing what people get excited about. As someone with sleeping problems myself, I really liked this prompt. I hope it's okay the direction I went with it! Thank you, 💐anon! -----

The first time Leona ever experienced your sleeping issues, it was when you stayed over at his dorm during the Azul incident. Everyone would go to sleep, but you'd still be stuck awake somewhere in the room. At first, it bothered him because you'd have a light on and that was annoying, but he soon got used to the light and wasn't bothered by it. Then he was bothered because he noticed how tired it made you when it came time to do his chores. He'd gripe at you half-heartedly as you struggled to manage, considering you to be weak and poorly self-managed. It wasn't until you got closer after those incidents that it weighed on him how much the deck was stacked against you. You were constantly tired. He'd come over to Ramshackle to hang out and find you passed out on the couch. He didn't mind at first - He'd take up a spot on a nearby couch and pass out himself, seeing as how Ramshackle was the perfect place to escape to. But when he'd wake up and you were still asleep, that was a problem. Worse were the times he'd find you on 3 hours of sleep, dealing with people who were readily taking advantage of your internal autopilot to get favors out of you. He'd find that if he saw you yawning, he'd have to stick around and keep people from asking you for favors or pushing you into shenanigans, otherwise you'd pull him in when it was already too late. Now Leona, he's not one to mince words. He tells you that your sleep schedule sucks ass. But when lighthearted bullying doesn't get you to shape up, he starts asking questions. Your bed makes your back hurt? He lets it slip to Kalim that your bed is bothering you. That guy's always looking to solve problems, and it doesn't let onto the fact that Leona's bothered by your sleeping issues. Your dorm is too cold at night? He gets someone to check out the heater while you're asleep. Your clothes aren't comfortable enough? He suggests you use some of his old PJs and suddenly gets himself a whole new wardrobe of PJs. No, he doesn't need these shirts anymore, and if you don't take them, he's going to give them to Ruggie. You're not eating well enough to sleep? Crowley gets a letter that if Ramshackle's food budget isn't doubled, someone will expose the shadier practices of his time as a headmage. The letter details incidents from even before you ever arrived, so Crowley knows it couldn't be you threatening him. At every turn, he lies and cheats and scrapes together ways to fix your problems, not wanting you to find out who it is fixing them. You once asked if he had anything to do with your sleep hurdles getting better and he said "Do I look like someone who gives a shit if you sleep well? I'm not your parent." As rough-around-the-edges as he is, he really just wants to figure out if he can solve the problem that you can't. After all, he respects you as an equal, and if you haven't been able to fix it, then it's probably a real problem. It also helps that if your sleep schedule improves, he can stop looking after you as much, which he maintains is a pain in the ass. When you said "You don't have to watch over me, whatever happens happens" he griped "Whatever bullshit you get yourself into, you'll drag me into." That's okay though, because he's been demanding payback in the form of favors where you make him food or use his card to buy him snacks. That way, Ruggie can implement fixes to your sleeping arrangements behind your back. Whether you know it or not, you have one very grouchy lion who has taken up a fight against your sleeping problems. And he doesn't lose fights. ----- For the Vil extension, click here!

#Fic #Fanfic #Writing #Twisted Wonderland #Twst #Leona #Reader Insert #Reader-Insert #Gender-neutral MC #Gender-neutral reader #GN reader #GN MC #Sleep deprived #Sleep deprived MC #Sleep deprived reader

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randoimago · 1 year ago

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Congratulations on your follower milestone! 😃

May I please request a one-shot with Kanji from Persona 4? Confessing Feelings while cooking dinner?

Missing Ingredient

Fandom: Persona 4

Character(s): Kanji Tatsumi

Type of Request: 3,000 Followers Oneshots

Note(s): I have learned that if I get a request from you that more often than not, it'll have something to do with food. I now keep snacks on hand while I write so I don't get hungry.

But thank you and I hope you enjoy this!!

"Half a teaspoon... Quarter cup of.... They really make these things complicated, huh?" Kanji comments as he reads the recipe you gave him. You already seemed to know what you were doing, and Kanji insisted on helping so you wrote the recipe down for him to follow along.

"Well, it doesn't have to be exact. Baking is where everything needs t be precise, cooking is more measuring with your heart when it comes to certain things," you reply and Kanji nods and makes a face.

"Is that why the girls suck at cooking?"

"Yukiko is getting better. And Naoto is great at cooking." You can't help defending them, but a smile is on your face at how easily Kanji made the comment.

He's never been one to shy away from being blunt. You notice the shrug Kanji gives, but there is a bit of a smile at the mention of Naoto. Maybe you shouldn't have mentioned the detective while trying to spend time with him...

"The recipe seems to be missing something though..." Kanji thankfully takes you away from your thoughts before they became more green and made you feel worse. You give him a curious look since you don't think you missed anything. And Kanji hasn't cooked this dish with you before so you don't know how he can tell something is missing.

"What's that?" You ask and Kanji looks up at you, almost like he's in pain.

"Love."

There's a bit of a silence after the cheesy comment. You had not expected something like that to come out of Kanji's mouth. And by the looks of it, Kanji didn't look pleased at all that he said it. Laughter escapes your lips as you take in the five stages of grief that cross his face at saying such a cheesy comment.

"Yosuke told me I should say that while cooking," Kanji mutters as you continue to giggle, the tips of his ears reddening as he tries to hide his face behind the recipe.

"That makes more sense. I'll be sure to sprinkle in some love then, so it wasn't in vain," you tell him, and he grumbles as you both resume cooking. Giggles leaving your lips now and then while Kanji sulks a bit. Although, a thought does cross your mind. "Why did Yosuke say you should use that line?"

Kanji stutters as the tips of his ears become more red. He glances away as he seems to try and figure out a response before muttering, "To hell with it." You look at him with confusion as he looks up at you with a determined and an angry blush on his face. "Cause I like you."

Kanji, the guy that most people perceive as tough and a punk that broke things and people's faces without a care. The guy that you had gotten to know to be secretly sweet and very supportive of his friends. The one that made you several stuffed animals when you were sick as well as a scarf when fall had arrived. The guy that you had been crushing on but didn't say anything because you didn't want to get in the way of his feelings for someone else (that he doesn't even have apparently). The guy that is staring at you as you process his words still and watch him looking more nervous as seconds pass.

"You like me?" Is the first thing you ask, your tone one of disbelief and you want to smack yourself for questioning him instead of confessing back.

"Yeah, I do," he says and opens his mouth to continue talking but his eyes go wide. "Aw shit, I'll give you a list why later. The food is burning."

That caused both of you to scramble to fix things. You hear Kanji grumbling about how he should've waited until after it was made. A small smile crosses your face as you look over at him as he turns the temperature down on one of the burners.

"I like you too, by the way," you say and immediately regret it as his attention turns to you and not the popping oil in the pan. A curse flies from his mouth as you're quick to try to get his arm under some running water.

"We'll talk more after we finish this." Is a statement you both agree to as you want to avoid more injuries and mishaps. At least the dish got that ingredient that you left out of the recipe earlier.

#kats 3000 follower celebration #sacredwarrior88 #persona 4 x reader #kanji x reader #kanji tatsumi x reader

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lizhly-writes · 2 years ago

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🤡 😈 🛒 🎯 🤩

okay!! let's see.

🤡 What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?

this scene, from my normal orv fan knw au. Everyone gets fancy, exclusive magical powers. On the more meta side of things, our isekai'd protagonist gets access to the full text of the story he's in. My guy, though. My guy gets the ability to scroll through the fandom twitter, and this scene is him discovering this and going "this is useless as fuck."

😈 Has there been a point in a story where you did something just to be playfully mean to your readers?

Hmm I feel like I'm never purposely mean to people in the actual text of the story. If it happens, it happens more in the comments.

Once, one reader of mine commented that they've realized it would be horrible if [x] happened in my fic, and I responded with "Yeah it'd suck if I did that wouldn't it? Lucky i'm not doing that, probably."

"liz you can't do this to me" said my poor, distressed reader, with that punctuation exactly, and that comment still fills me with joy now. love you volt <3.

🛒 What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc.

The first thing that comes to mind? Getting hit in the face. I think it's kind of a very immediate kind of violence, you know? There is a certain impact to it that you don't quite get if I just said 'punch'. But getting punched in the face? That's different.

So I feel like there's a lot of people running around in my writing either punching other people in the face or wanting to punch someone in the face. Occasionally, this is seriously meant, but most of the time? It's to ruin or diffuse dramatic moments. Even when people don't actually get punched in the face, I tend to use it as a descriptor or a metaphor or whatever. "feels like he's gotten punched in the face with x" or something.

This didn't used to be part of my writing! But there was this brick joke in Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint about getting hit in the back of the head, which, when I started writing fanfic for this fandom, I called back to. I suppose it eventually morphed and just... stuck.

It's even infiltrated how I actually talk... when I'm talking to people on Discord, I don't suddenly realize things, I'm punched in the face with them...

🎯 Have any of your readers accurately guessed major plot points? Care to share which?

I was going to say "no, I've never plotted far enough in advance for that to happen", but! I've remembered something that technically counts.

I wrote a brief scene of a character mentioning he has a sort-of-girlfriend to his mother. Now, I write and post hideously out of order -- chronologically speaking, it should have come up in a story I had already posted, and as such, the identity of the not-girlfriend should not have actually been a secret. As I did not specify which story the scene was from, or actually, indicate it belonged any of the universes of my existing wips at all, it became a mystery.

@wildcardjoey got it in one, though. Congratulations, you were entirely correct. The sort-of-girlfriend was, in fact, Han Sooyoung, and you found one of the connecting wip snippets as proof. Well-reasoned!

🤩 Who is your favorite character to write?

For fanfic? It's somehow become Kim Namwoon, from Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint. This didn't used to be the case! He isn't actually my favorite character! Since writing my normal orv fan knw au though? He's kind of fun to poke around.

#ask games #ask game #aparticularbandit #everything

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imthebadguyyy · 3 years ago

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Hi. This is mine request

Y/n is a teammate of max verstappen, they are in a relationship, y/n crashes and max is worried about her, and he is gonna visit her in the hospital, and when she is released he takes care of her, with a lott of fluff thanks

You Scared Me To Death !

Pairing - Max Verstappen x Reader

Fandom - F1

Summary - When you get hurt, Max realizes just how much you mean to him.

Warnings - mentions of injury, fire, explosion, violence, angst, crash details.

75 laps. That's all that you had to do. Drive for 75 laps. The Bahrain Grand Prix had always been one of your favourite races of the year, and you were so excited. But that excitement had soon ebbed away, after you had missed qualifying because your car wasn't ready for the quali session. The RedBull mechanics had apologised and you had brushed them off, buy you would be lying if you said you weren't angry. It hadn't helped when your teammate and boyfriend Max qualified P1, beating the Mercedes by mere tenths of a second. You had swallowed your hurt and congratulated Max, forcing yourself to feel happy for him.

All it had done was made you determined to win the race tomorrow, even if you had to fight 19 other drivers to do so. Starting P20 on the grid sucked big time, but as Martin Brundle said, "If anyone can fight back from the back of the grid to the podium places, its Y/N L/N" and you had done it before, at the German GP the previous year, fighting back from P19 to P3, winning Driver of The Day as well.

But this race was different. There was a building intensity in the air, you felt it in the air around you. You felt tense and nervous, and you were never nervous. It scared you, but you were going to be damned if you let it show on your face. In your drivers room, you paced back and forth, trying desperately to stop your hands from shaking. Was this what anxiety felt like? you wondered, shaking your head as your heart started hammering against your chest. Far to consumed in your own panicked thoughts, you didn't see your boyfriend walk up to your door, and open it to walk inside.

Max walked into your room, expecting to see you vibing to some R&B music, or something by Rihanna. But you weren't. You were pacing, your brow furrowed and he could see the irregular rise and fall of your chest. He walked up behind you silently, before wrapping his arms around your waist, like he normally did. What he wasn't expecting was your reaction. Usually, you would giggle and let your head fall onto his shoulder, and he would kiss your neck and you two would share a moment. But not this time. This time, you jumped, and nearly fell over onto your bed. "Woah schtaje ! It's just me' he said, eyes softening in concern. "I'm sorry I didn't see you and I shouldn't have jumped, I'm sorry I'm just so klutzy today and I'm also so nervous I-" your nervous rambling was cut off by a pair of warm lip pressing onto your own, as Max's hands cupped your face, instantly calming down your nerves.

You stayed like that for a moment, before pulling away softly, and letting him press his forehead down to yours, fingers gently tracing patterns on your hip. "Why are you nervous mijn geliefde ?" he asked, as he moved his lips to your neck, pressing little kisses along the sensitive skin. "I don't know" you confessed, tilting your head back to give him more access to the expanse of skin, while he stopped at a pulse point to suck at the soft skin, earning. soft moan from you. "Then stop stressing" he mumbled against your neck, word muffling against your skin. "I can't" you replied, struggling to keep the lump in your throat fro growing. "Well," Max said, biting down onto your neck and licking the spot to soothe it, 'Let me help you calm down"

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20 seconds to lights out.

Your heart was thumping so hard against your chest. God, were your hands always so clammy? Was the car always so stuffy ? Was the space always so confined? Was your helmet always that tight?

Your thoughts were muddled. You knew your goal. It was simple. Get to the podium. Except, right now, that goal seemed somewhat impossible. Before you knew, the first red light was flashing, and then the second, and the third and the fourth and the fifth, and then it was 'lights out and away we go!' you sped off, immediately overtaking Magnussen in the car ahead of you. Then, you overtook one of the Williams, but you could feel your breath wavering, and your heart threatening just burst out of your chest. And before you knew it, you were overtaking Giovinazzi in his Alfa Romeo, and the sight of Grosjean's Haas came into view, "And it looks like L/N has already taken over 4 places, making her P16, and we are on lap 2 of 75! It looks like we're going to see her on the podium after, all, but all we can do is wait and see- and oh! that's a terrible, terrible crash!"

It happened so fast. One moment, you were going round the outside of the Haas, and the next the back of the Haas was hitting your front, sending you crashing into one of the barriers, your car spinning a full 360 in the process. The impact as you crashed into the barriers was so intense, you felt yourself blackout for a few seconds.

"That was a horrible crash, between, the RedBull of Y/N L/N and the Haas, I believe of Romain Grosjean. This race has been red flagged and -oh no!' The cry summed it up. Your car had just burst into flames.

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In P1, Max was unaware of the chaos at the back, until he looked in his rear mirrors to see something enveloping into a ball of fire. "Holy shit, whose car is that?" he asked, watching as the flames grew higher. "Um.. Max, I need you to stay calm, but its Y/N" "Are you fucking serious?!" his angry voice burst through his race engineer's headphones, making him flinch. "Is she okay?! Tell me she's okay, damn it!' "Max, I need you to come into the pit lane. We have no information on her yet. Come into the pit lane"

As the 18 other cars came into the pitman, everyone knew better than to park in the way of an anxious Max Verstappen. He jumped out of the car, running to the garage upto Christian, who was watching the screen with his eyebrow furrowed. "Is she alright? Tell me she got out?! Did she get out?!" he was practically spitting the words out, and his engineer and his trainer had to physically restrain him from going to shake Christian. "She hasn't got out yet Max, but the fire Marshalls and the medical guys are there-" "What do you mean she hasn't got out? verdomme, blijf hier niet zitten! doe iets!!"

As his race engineer manoeuvred him to his chair, he yelled at whoever was around, eyes desperately searching to screen for some sign that you were still alive. Outside the RedBull garage, the other drivers were pooling around the garage for some sign that Y/N was okay. The panic had been evident in all their radios.

Charles - "Fuck, fuck, fuck, who was that? Y/N?! Tell me she's okay!"

Carlos - "Joder, ¿quién era ese?" I just saw the car go into flames, tell me they got out okay.

Lewis - oh shit, that was a big crash, fucking hell, is she okay?

Checo- oh no, that was a big one, I hope everyone is okay!

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Back in the car, you felt dazed. Since when was the track this hot, and since when when was your car red ? Were you driving for Ferrari ? No, you drove for RedBull, alongside Max. Your boyfriend Max. Why wasn't he here?

And why did you feel like you were sitting in a sauna? As you begain to regain your consciousness, you felt a searing pain on your hands, and finally clearing the fogginess of your mind, you became fully aware of what was happening. This was your RedBull car. But it was on fire. Almost instantly, your body went into survival mode, ripping the half burnt straps holding your body down, and forcing your limbs to stand up. Looking down you could see your racing gloves glow before they seemed to disintegrate into black dust before your eyes, the flames licking your hands. A scream started in your chest, only to be jammed in your throat, as you opened your mouth to gasp. Big mistake.

The smoke filled your mouth and lungs, and you choked, clawing at your race suit, begging some higher power to help you. Finally, using some courage and adrenaline you didn't know you had, you pulled your body up, bare hands coming in contact with searing hot metal, as your eyes filled with tears of pain. As you jumped out of the car, you became vaguely aware of 3 or 4 people signaling and screaming at you. Too exhausted to even think, you used whatever remaining adrenaline you had to stumble to the barrier and collapse into the first pair of arms.

"Can you hear me? Are you okay? Can you tell me if you're hurt?" The questions were hurled at you from all directions, but you couldn't speak. The head marshall walked up, bracing your body, and checking for injuries. In a hurried voice he asked for the stretcher, but you shook your head. The exhaustion was setting in but you knew you had to let the others know you were okay. But he insisted, and you found yourself sitting on the stretcher instead of lying down, as a medic gently removed your helmet and peeled off the remaining burnt glove, and pressed some ice gently against your burn. Mustering up your remaining strength, you turned to one of the broadcasting cameras and flashed them a tight smile and a thumbs up.

"And as you can see, she has managed to get out of the wreckage, by God's miracle. Thank God she's walked away from that, but how, I cannot comprehend! She went barelling into the barrier and burst into flames and she walked out alive! And I can hear the cheers of the RedBull team, and I think her race engineer is in tears. I can't begin to imagine how Max Verstappen must be feeling"

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Max Verstappen wasn't sure how he was feeling either. He had felt fear, anger, anxiety, more fear, devastation and dread in the longest 15 minutes of his life. But you were alive. And he felt like breaking down, but he had to be strong for you. He watched your tired form on the screen, feeling giddy with relief, and ignoring the others around him, he ran to the medical hospitality center. No one stopped him.

As the white building came into sight, he heaved a sigh of relief as Michael Masi appeared in front of the cameras to give the anxious fans an update. "Y/N is alright. She's currently in recovery, and I can inform you that she is okay. She has minor burns on her hands, and is exhausted, but she will be okay. 2 weeks healing time for the burns, and some proper rest should be fine for her. That's all I know, and I would ask the media, press, social media fans, and others to give her the time she needs to cope and recover. What she has been through is traumatizing and I hope you will respect her privacy at this time. Thank you"

Seeing his hesitation, the nurse turned to the driver, "It's okay. She's fine now. She's on some painkillers and I've cleaned her burns and dressed them. She will be fine, and you can hug her or whatever you want, she won't be hurt. I've kept some painkillers on the table, she should take some again in 2 hours or so" All Max could do was nod, suddenly feeling a lump grow in his throat. With a smile in your direction, the nurse walked out of the room, leaving you alone with Max.

Max turned to nod at the race director, before hurrying through the brown door that led to the medical room you were in. When he walked in, his entire body relaxed. You were alive and safe. Seeing you sitting up in bed, a bottle of water by your side as a nurse wrapped your burnt hand in a white bandage. Looking, your tired eyes met his blue ones, as a tired smile made his way to your face. "Y/N",he said breathily, "Thank God you're alive" he said, practically running over to you, but he stopped himself from hugging, unsure of if it would hurt you.

"Hey baby". All it took was two words for him to rush towards you, gently wrapping his arms around your form, burying his head in the crook of your neck, as a gasping sob left his mouth, and you could have sworn you felt your heart shatter. "I'm okay baby, I'm okay. I'm not going anywhere, and I'm okay" your mantra of "I'm okay" was soothing, as he sobbed into your shoulder. "I thought I'd lost you, you scared me to death!" "I know my love but I'm here and I'm okay" "I thought you were gone. When I saw the flames behind me I didn't even know it was you in the car. When they told me it was you I swear my fucking heart stopped, and all I could do was pray to whatever higher power exists to save you, because I'm nothing without you. If you hadn't made it, I wouldn't survive. You make me better, you help me love, and you let me heal. I love you, and I never, ever want to see you in a situation like that again"

"I love you too" you said, your eyes filling with tears as you listened to him speak. "I love you too" you repeated, gently lifting his chin so his eyes could meet yours, his tear stained cheeks and red eyes breaking your heart, as you tilted your lips to meet his. He returned the kiss with desperation, he needed even more proof that you were alive, and feeling your lips on his were a reminder that you were alive and weren't going anywhere. He kissed you with fervour, hands moving to your hair, one cupping your cheek as his thumb traced your cheekbone, your hands clutching his broad chest.

"Ouch" the soft cry made you two break apart, as you rubbed your stinging hands. "Did I hurt you?" He said, his eyes filling with worry. "No its just the burn. It'll be fine" you replied, shifting in your bed and patting the spot next to you. After a moments hesitation, he climbed in, raising the sterile white sheet and tucking the both of you in. You snuggled up to him, arms wrapping around him as you rested your head on his chest. He rested his chin on your head, one hand running through your hair, the other keeping you stable on his chest. Within seconds, you were asleep.

Looking down at your sleeping form, his eyes lingered on the white bandage covering your burn, his eyes filling again as it stood out against your skin. He hated it. It was a reminder that you had nearly died. He had nearly lost you. His train of thought was cut off by his phone ringing, his mum's caller ID flashing across the screen.

"Hi mum" "Is she okay?" His greeting was pushed aside, his mom far too concerned about Y/N. "Yes she's alright now. She's sleeping now, Yeah I'm with her now" "Y/N's mom is with me too, I'll let her know she's okay" "Thanks mum" "Don't forget to rest as well Max" his mum said, knowing full well that her son would forget about taking care of himself when it came to his love. "I will"

And he cut the line. He looked down at you one more time, pressing his lips to your forehead, and swearing to himself that he would protect you for all his life. He let his eyes close, the exhaustion finally getting to him, all his adrenaline and energy draining out his body, and finally content that you were going to be okay, he let his eyes close.

You were going to be okay.

#f1 #max verstappen imagines #max verstappen #max verstappen x you #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen imagine #f1 imagines #f1 imagine #f1 drivers x reader #f1 x you #f1 x reader #max verstappen x y/n

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youngbeanpole · 4 years ago

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A message from BP’s mail-lady

hoo boy here we go. this is gonna be a long post.

hi! im lemon, and i started this blog on april 2nd 2012. and today, april 22nd 2021, im posting beanpole’s last message here. its been one hell of a ride.

how it all started i was 15, spending time on tumblr, when i suddenly started seeing people posting about this movie that was about to be released soon, called the lorax. now, im not american, so i had never really heard of dr seuss, but people were so enthusiastic! so i watched a shitty cam-rip of the movie and joined the fandom.

and then the askblogs started, the first one i came across being swag, of course. i had run askblogs for other fandoms before, so i wanted to join in on the fun. but regular once-ler was already taken... and green suit once-lers, and audrey and ted too... so i had to come up with something original.

the movie started with the once-ler leaving home and his family showing just how awful they were, and i started thinking, ‘man, his childhood mustve sucked..’ ‘haha what if i made a blog about once-ler when he was my age?’

an impulse decision that somehow gained me 100 followers in a week. somehow relatable tumblr teen once-ler was relatable to 2012 tumblr. who couldve known?

i get kinda emotional looking back at it, honestly. people were so fun and creative. id stay up late to keep talking to people (bc timezones are hell). and i had a lot of fun just pretending to be a flawed boy, one who seemed nice but could be rather snarky, who would lie and break promises at the drop of a hat, but only because he didnt know any better, not out of malice. and i couldnt have done it without you all. i never wouldve known that he hates tomatoes, or likes celine dion, or wears the same thneed every dang day just because that happened to be his icon.

was it silly to get obsessed with a childrens movie? maybe. but i had a great time. (im also happy to see there are still people in the fandom that are carrying on the legacy... you guys rock)

truffula flu i think most people that remember bp remember him from truffula flu’s camp entre, over at youngbeansprout... a blog ive sadly lost the password to. im a big baby so i never thought id enjoy writing about something as scary as zombies, but i saw my friends doing it so i went in blind, without any idea on a backstory for the au or whatever. ....which is probably why he wasnt always all that prominent in the story, haha. well, that, and timezones.

it was probably an even wilder time than running this blog was, because there was actual plot. and people would liveblog it. and make fanart. and cosplay??? someone out there? cosplayed my oc to a convention? its one of those things that make you go. huh. i made something cool. probably never gonna reach that high ever again, but it sure is a fond memory. i still have a folder on my computer with all the fanart and it still brings a smile to my face.

also... i never did get to finish zombie au’s story, but i did plan how it would end. so if youve managed to read this far, congratulations! youve hit the hidden deep lore.

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so the thing with truffula flu was that entre made the trees fucked up, right? and those spores would turn ppl into zombies. and of course you could become a zombie from being bitten, but it also traveled through the air...

everyone in camp entre (who wasnt immune or already infected) wore a gasmask, a bandana, something to cover their mouth. bp, who wandered into the apocalypse by accident, did not. he didnt even know.

so little by little, the spores gathered in his lungs, until he realized. oh no. im getting sick. oh no. oh no oh no oh no. he messed around audrey’s equipment to confirm he was infected, and he got scared. he was a scared kid and he was going to die.

except. ted had handed him a cure for safe-keeping. a cure bp had sworn to protect with his life. but it could save him, right? in a moment of cowardice, he uses it on himself... only to find out there never was a cure. (now heres the part where my memory gets fuzzy but) the ‘’’cure’’’ was given to ted, who was already slightly rotting, meant as a mercy kill. the people who gave him the cure assumed he would use it on himself.

except ted was a good kid, who wanted to use the cure to help others. and beanpole? his lies and broken promises came back to bite him in the ass, and he died sudden and alone. the end. :)

ANYWAY

the end of an era ive wanted to wrap this blog up for several years now but i never knew how. younger me wanted to give him a happy ending, which back then i thought was getting him a girlfriend.

but as i got older, i realized... not everything can be fixed with a relationship. he’d have to learn to overcome his flaws by himself, learn his lesson about honesty and sincerity and the dangers of greed. and then, maybe he’ll have a happy ending.

so as he rides into the sunset on this day, imagine. maybe he’ll end up cutting down a forest and regretting it the rest of his life. maybe he’ll become a rock-star. an inventor. a teacher. a gentleman. a cannibal? okay, maybe not that one or maybe he’ll continue traveling forever, singing songs about boredom.

who knows? there’s infinite possibilites out there.

and with that, im logging off too. if you ever need me, ill be over on twitter as his deoncelerized self, bean.

#ooc #this got really long lmao but i had too many stories to tell

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ikleesfiction · 4 years ago

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Will you follow through if I fall for you?

Fandom : One Chicago Word count : 1,652 words Disclaimer

Previously on this fic : Part 1 🞂 Part 2 🞂 Part 3 🞂 Part 4 🞂 Part 5 🞂 Part 6 🞂 Part 7

Part 8

"Okay, you have passed all our tests. We can officially clear you now. Congratulations, Y/N!" your therapist informs you while you are sitting on the floor, panting, after pushing yourself hard.

You grin widely, elated. "Thank you!!" With your phone in hand, you are so excited to share the good news with Jay.

"I will send my notes to your physical trainer in Amsterdam. That way, he can correctly maintain your fitness level." your therapist pats your shoulder and leaves.

Your heart suddenly dropped. How could you forget that you're leaving? What should you tell Jay now?

◢◤

Jay's cell phone rang on his desk when he went to the restroom. Hailey planned to answer it if it's related to the case they're working on. But when she sees your name on the screen, she lets it ring. The phone soon stops ringing. It only chirps one time after that.

"Your boo was calling," Hailey says, a bit miffed, to Jay. He grabs his phone to check it. "She gets that you're currently working, right?" Hailey continues as Jay scrolls on his phone. Ignoring his partner's comment, he immediately leaves the room.

Jay sees you standing on the sidewalk outside the 21st District. "This is a nice surprise," he walks toward you. "But unfortunately, I don't have much time to enjoy it," Jay continues with a warm hug.

"I know. That's why I bring lunch here, instead of asking you out. Maybe we can sit down somewhere quiet and have it together?" you hesitantly suggest.

Before Jay can answer, he hears Hailey coming out from the District. "Hey Halstead, let's go. We got a hit on our suspect!"

Jay gives you an apologetic look, "Sorry, I gotta go."

"Of course. I understand," you say even though your face doesn't betray the disappointment. "Here, take this. It's enough for two. You can share it with your partner," passing him the paper bag from your hand.

Jay accepts the bag and kisses you quickly. But you know each kiss now is counted. So you palm his cheek and give him a lingering kiss before dejectedly resting your forehead on his lips. Jay notices something feels wrong. He puts his hands on your face and looks at you in concern, "You okay?"

A horn is honking impatiently behind him. You clench your jaw, frustrated. "Go. Be safe, okay?" You tap his chest gently.

"I will," Jay answers instinctively. He then quickly goes to the car, where Hailey's already waiting.

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You have laid on the couch since you're back from The 21st District. The sun already sets, the room has darkened, but you're still not moving. Your thoughts are all over the place.

You jerk in surprise when you hear your phone vibrates angrily on the coffee table. You see Nick Kroes is calling. Nick is initially, and still is, Alex's manager. When you started to gain more recognition for your work at Alex's record label company, Pyramid, Nick then decided to take you under his management as well.

"Hey, Y/N. I heard the good news! It's been a long time coming, girl! Cannot wait to have you back here,"

"When do I have to leave?" you cut to the chase.

"How about next week?" Nick ponders.

"A week?" you stutter in disbelief.

"I know, I'm sorry I couldn't arrange it to be sooner," Nick misunderstands your upset.

"No, I mean... Can you give me a month?" you plead.

"You want to stay there for another month? I thought you'd be asking me to send you a plane tomorrow." Nick startles.

"Yeah. Just.. there's something I need to do. Please, Nick?", Your voice sounds desperately close to begging.

"Ah... I'm sorry, Y/N. We really need your help here. Two weeks is the maximum time I could give you," Nick ruefully tells you.

You close your eyes in resign. "Okay. I'll try to sort it out in two weeks."

"Thanks, Y/N. If you need anything else, just tell me, okay?" He says as he ends the call.

◢◤

It's already nearing midnight. Jay calls you even though he's not sure if you're still awake. The phone only rings twice before you pick up.

"Hey, love. You're not asleep yet?" Jay greets you.

"Nah, I can't sleep without knowing you're okay," you reply, which is a half-truth.

"I'm always okay. Well, most of the time." Jay chuckles. You smile but stay silent.

Taking a deep breath and ready to bite the bullet, you start to say, "Jay, I need to tell you.."

But you hear him speaks at the same time. "So, babe. I'm going to.. "

Both of you laugh nervously. "Okay, you start first," you decide.

"I need to go undercover soon. So I might be unreachable for quite some time," Jay informs you.

"Is it dangerous?" you faintly ask.

"A bit. But my people will keep an eye on me. I'll be fine." He tries to assure you.

"How long is it gonna take?" you feel more disheartened. Really, time is not your best friend right now.

"As long as needed. It might be a week or two. Hopefully not more", Jay tells you lightly.

You close your eyes, trying to contain your tears from falling. You only have two weeks before leaving Chicago. "That's long." your voice sounds shaky.

"Yeah. But it's my job, Y/N", Jay huffs.

"I know, I know. I understand," you say as calmly as you could while hiding your anguish at the same time.

But Jay doesn't feel console. "Do you? Because you sound uncertain about it. Did you just realized the consequences of dating me?"

"Hey, I don't wanna fight," you toughen your voice. "You're going to be away soon. I don't wanna us be mad at each other for a long time."

Jay stays silent, but you can hear his ragged breaths. "Please be careful, alright, Jay?" you continue.

"Yeah, I will," he promises. "Look, I gotta go to sleep. Tomorrow's gonna be a long day."

"Okay. Sleep tight. I love you," you murmur your goodbye. Jay hangs up the phone without saying anything else.

You slept restlessly through the night. The next morning, you wake up to two text messages from Jay.

I gave your number to Hailey. If anything happens to me, she'll call you. I'm sorry for snapping at you last night.

I'll try my best to come back to you soon. I love you

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Nearing your departure, you hang out at Molly's every night. Whenever your friends from Firehouse 51 are not on shift, you always have someone with you. But tonight, all of them are working. So you sit alone at the bar, with a glass of ice water in front of you.

"Mind if I sit here?" says someone on your left. You look to your side and find Will Halstead standing there.

"Dr. Halstead, Hi," you nod at him as he takes a seat.

"Just because the other Halstead isn't here doesn't mean you can keep calling me that, Y/N," Will jokes. You smile shyly.

"You just got off shift? How was your day?" you ask him. Will has heard from Jay about this before. How genuine and caring you are to your friend. Always asking simple, but thoughtful questions.

"It's great. Busy, but I'm glad I didn't lose anyone today. How was your day? How is the podcast going? I cannot wait for the next episode," Will says.

"You listened to my podcast?" you ask him, dumbfounded.

"Yeah, I did. Jay told me about it. It keeps me company on my way to work. I like the remix that you played in the last episode. Smokey Robinson's song? What's it called..." Will tries to recall.

"Tracks of My Tears?" you reply. You smile to yourself, remembering your first car ride with Jay.

"Ah yeah, did you make that remix?" Will asks.

"Oh, I wish I were. But no, that was a work of the great Avicii," you explain. "You really enjoy it?" you ask him, still with a hint of doubt.

"I do, yeah. We have a similar taste in music, I think. Unlike Jay, though. Bet the only reason he listens to it because he likes to hear your voice", Will mocks his brother. You burst out a laugh. "But I know he's proud of you and your work." Will continue after his laughter.

"Hmm, yeah. I'm proud of Jay and his work too. Even though, sometimes it sucks," you harshly tap your phone that sits peacefully on the bar table. It lits up after your touch. Will can see a picture of Jay making a ridiculous face on the screen.

"You heard anything from him yet?" you question him.

"Not from him, no. But I saw Burgess today at the hospital when she's interviewing a victim. Said Jay's fine. They think they could wrap the case in a few days." Will informs you.

"Good. That's good." you pause to sip on your water. "Hey Will, may I ask you a question about Jay?"

"Sure. Ask away." Will nods.

"Is Jay.." you falteringly begin. "When Jay's mad, is he a type who's holding grudges for a long time?"

"Well, depends on the person. If they are a criminal, absolutely. If they are someone he's close to, sure, sometimes he can be a stubborn asshole. But in the end, he always forgives them, especially if it's someone he loves," Will answers. "Why? You guys had a lover's quarrel?"

"Hmm, something like that," you vaguely answer.

"I say, absence makes the heart grow fonder. Jay must've been impatient to go back to you." Will tries to comfort you.

You are so close to telling Will the truth. That, instead of thinking of a past quarrel, you're actually preparing for the upcoming storm. But in the end, you change your mind. "Thanks, Will." you just give him an unconvincing smile.

Next on this fic : Part 9

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inoobwriter · 4 years ago

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Life At U.A High School: Part 4

Summary: After fighting against Bakugo you wake up in a clinic. Sad about losing the deal you suddenly find Midoriya there who ends up talking to you. Will you stay at U.A? Or will you be kicked out?

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Main Pairing: Midoriya x Bakugo x Todoroki x Reader

Art Cover by Me

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'Y/N!' You heard a woman calling out to you. You turned around to see a black void surrounding you as you were looking for the source of the voice.

'Y/N!' The women cried

You turned around again to see a woman stuck under what seemed to be walls that were destroyed by fire. Suddenly the fire spread all over the black void reaching towards you.

"RUN!" The woman screams.

You then woke up trembling and sweating, 'That dream again...' you thought as you sat up and then touched your head, 'No...it wasn't a dream...that was a reminder.'

You then realized you were on a bed and surrounded by a blue curtain from the looks of it, you were in a clinic.

'What- how did I?- Oh...' You looked down at your bruised arms, 'Yeah the fight...'

You sat there wanting to cry, you finally been accepted to your dream school and got the coolest class in the world only to be ripped out of your reach again.

'How do I know you won't drag the rest of us down?... If you can't convince me that you won't be a burden to us then you're saying your goodbyes to this school.' Mr. Aizawa's words echoed in your head.

"I couldn't." You said putting your face on your knees trying to hide that fact that you wanted to burst out crying, "I couldn't convince you that I'm not a burden."

Your mouth twitched and you sniffed, "I didn't even lay a hand on Bakugo and I doubt I would have to Midoriya. Maybe I'm not worthy of being a hero-"

Suddenly the curtains were pushed to the side and you jumped at the sudden noise of it. On the other side of the curtain was- MIDORIYA?!

'CRAP!!!!!' You yelled in your mind, 'WAS HE THERE THE ENTIRE TIME?!'

"Hey L/N, you're awake!" Midoriya said surprised, "How are you feeling? I hope you aren't in any pain."

'The only pain I have is embarrassment and shame.' You thought as you were dying inside.

You then stop cringing at yourself and looked at Midoriya, "Hey what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in class?" You asked him.

"Uh L/N, the school day is already over," Midoriya said looking at you awkwardly.

"END OF THE DAY!" You screamed, scaring Midoriya a little bit.

'My first and last day here and I didn't even get to explore it.' You sulked in your own shame.

"Oh is that so?" You asked Midoriya even though you knew he was telling the truth.

"Yeah. Everyone is heading home right now, I just came here to check on Bakugo if he was alright." Midoriya answered.

'Wow, not even worried about me. Do I suck at making friends?' You thought sulking and dying on the inside again.

"N-NOT THAT I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOU!" Midoriya said shaking his hands, panicking as he realized what he just said to you.

"I was just worried about how Bakugo felt about the fight!" He said trying not to make you feel worst than what you already felt.

"Why would he?" You said looking down, "I'm pretty sure he wiped the floor with me. Plus it doesn't matter at this point... at least not for me."

"...Um L/N." Midoriya said looking at you puzzled, "I don't know if you know but you actually-"

"Oh, you're awake." Mr. Aizawa said entering into the room with Recovery Girl.

"Oh M-Mr. Aizawa!" You said even though you didn't want to face him yet.

" How are you feeling?" Mr. Aizawa asked

"Oh, I'm fine! I can barely feel any pain." You said

"Well, that's great!" Recovery Girl said approaching you, "BECAUSE YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH WORK I HAD TO DEAL WITH YOU!" She yelled at you.

"WHAT TYPE OF CRAZY PERSON DECIDES TO APPROACH A STRONG OPPONENT HEAD ON WITH FULL FORCE!" Recovery Girl then grabs your cheek and starts pulling it, "YOU BROKE BOTH YOUR ARMS AND ALMOST SNAPPED YOUR NECK IN TWO! YOUR LUCKY I HAVE DEALT WITH MIDORIYA'S RECKLESS BEHAVIOR AS WELL! YOU KNOW WHAT GET OVER HERE TOO! I'M GETTING FURIOUS THINKING ABOUT IT TOO!"

Recovery Girl then grabs Midoriya's cheek and starts pulling both of you harshly as the two of you begged her to stop.

"Anyways," Mr. Aizawa said interrupted Recovery Girl's scolding, " I hope you didn't forget our deal."

Recovery Girl then let go of you guys' cheeks and walked over to her desk.

"Deal?" Midoriya looked at him as he touched his bruised cheek.

"No, I haven't." You said looking down again as you tighten the grip in your hands.

You got up and walked over to Mr. Aizawa struggling to keep eye contact with him.

"You came here to prove your worth and so far you manage to break both your arms and your waist." Mr. Aizawa said looking down at you, "And for what?"

You then looked down at the floor, 'And for nothing...' You thought. Your heart felt like it was being ripped apart and mix together only to rip it apart again. You couldn't bear it, you hated the feeling of a pro hero telling you that you can't become like them. You felt worthless.

"But Mr. Aizawa, she-" Midoriya spoke but was interrupted by Mr. Aizawa.

"Only for it to end up in a tie. I must say I expected better of you." Mr. Aizawa said still looking at you.

"What?" You said looking up to him.

"You took a lot of risks trying to defeat Bakugo in your strategy but to end up being tied with him in the end? That was disappointing." Mr. Aizawa said waiting for your reaction, "Wasn't worth the pain for it. You're lucky Recovery Girl was able to heal you completely."

"WAIT I WHAT?" You said shock at what Mr. Aizawa said.

"I'm sorry L/N." Midoriya looked at you scratching his cheek, "I should have told you sooner but you guys ended up in a draw."

'Was that why he came to check on Bakugo? Oh god did I hurt him?!' You thought as you were freaking out that you managed to take his bandana and somehow make him end up in the clinic as well, 'But how?! I thought he would dodge it at the end.'

"Well, it doesn't matter now." Mr. Aizawa said, "You still ended up badly injured and didn't even fight Midoriya."

You then looked back down at the floor in disappointment at yourself, 'Right. Just because I manage to go against Bakugo doesn't mean I get to stay.-'

"Next time try not to get knocked out before you finish fighting everyone." Mr. Aizawa said turning around.

"Next time?! Does that mean I get to stay?!" You looked up at him again with a small hope on your chest.

"You proved you can hold out on your own in a dangerous situation even if it meant risking yourself to complete your goal." He said as he started to walk out of the clinic, "I have high expectations of you, L/N." And with that, he had left the room.

You drop to your knees and started crying. You didn't care if Midoriya or Recovery Girl was there to see you ugly cry. You finally got accepted to your dream school and got recognized by a pro hero you admired.

"I'm not a burden." You cried, "I'm not a burden!"

Mr. Aizawa walked in the hallways as he heard you cried in the distance, 'Gets them every time.' He thought as he paused and look up at the sky, it was already afternoon so the sky was slowly turning into yellow-orange color.

*****

"Hey." Midnight said walking to the teacher's lounge, "I heard you were here."

She walked next to Mr. Aizawa giving him a small smile.

"Well, what do you want?" Mr. Aizawa responds with a dead tone voice, "I'm kind of busy at the moment."

"Cold as always aren't we?" Midnight said pouting.

"Get to the point." Mr. Aizawa said ignoring Midnight's teasing.

"Fineee. Remember the scouting we do?" Midnight said crossing her arms

"The ones who the staff picks only to get expelled right of the get-go?" Mr. Aizawa said smirking as he kept staring at his computer.

"Yeah, those students. Well, apparently we got a few ones late this year." Midnight said closing her eyes in disbelief.

"And?" Mr. Aizawa said getting annoyed that he couldn't work in peace, "What about it?"

"Well lucky you a student past both the entrance and the first term exam!" Midnight said putting her hands on her hips.

"That's ridiculous." Mr. Aizawa said

"It's true." Midnight reassured him

"Nonsense." Mr. Aizawa looked at her.

"Don't believe me? Look at it yourself." Midnight said showing him a file of the new student.

'Principal Nezu told me to tell you that he trusts your judgment.' Midnight's voice echo in Mr. Aizawa's head, 'Determine whether they are worthy of attending this school or not.'

***End of Flashback ***

Mr. Aizawa closed his eyes and turned back to face the hallway, 'He knew from the very beginning.' He thought as he opens his eyes again, 'Nezu... you didn't want me to evaluate her. You wanted me to know that she will join the hero class whether I liked it or not.'

'Might as well add one more nuisance in my life.' Mr. Aizawa then started to walk again as he put his hands in his pockets, "Welcome to Hero Class 1-A, L/N." He said with a small smile on his face.

After calming down, you quickly went to the girl's locker room to change back into your school uniform. After you left the locker room you were surprised that Midoriya was waiting for you there.

"Wanna walk together?" He asked you.

"Sure!" You said as your heart ran a little.

Both of you then started to walk together to the entrance of the school. You felt happy, relieved, and excited to start your journey in this school, especially in the same class as Midoriya. You looked at him as you remembered you cried in front of him.

'Ugh so embarrassing!' You thought trying not to cringe at yourself again.

You shook your head and then notice you both were almost at the existence of the school. Just one more turn and-

"CONGRATULATIONS!"

You flinched and cover yourself with your arms. Midoriya then taps your shoulder slightly letting you know that everything was ok. You lower your arms and then saw the students of Class 1-A?!

"So how was it?" Kaminari asked you excitedly.

"What was what?" You asked confused.

"Your first day here, duh!" Kirishima went behind Kaminari giving you a big smile.

"O-oh!" You said smiling brightly at them, "It was great!"

"That's perfect! We were worried we would scare you off!" Iida said satisfied that you were satisfied.

"Worried? But why?" You asked.

"We were worried we would intimidate you," Yaoyorozu said

"Intimidate?!" You said with a shock, "What do you mean?! I'm honored to have fought you guys! You guys are the real deal! I'm happy that you guys didn't hold back when we were fighting!"

"Same! I glad to have fought you!" Hagakure told you.

"You have a cool quirk. You were a challenge for us!" Uraraka said as everyone was nodding in agreement.

"You guys were also fought great! I'm glad you guys thought so but... what are you guys doing here?" You asked looking at them, "I thought Midoriya said you guys were already heading home."

"We're here to welcome you into our class dummy!" Kaminari said.

"You really think we're going home without celebrating our newest classmate in our class?!" Uraraka yelled.

"Rookie celebration!" Ashido yelled.

Kirishima, Uraraka, Kaminari, Ashido, and Sero suddenly cheered as they were jumping and dancing around excitedly.

"Are they always like this?" You turn to Midoriya.

"Yeah, they are always happy about fun activities," Midoriya said giving a small chuckle. Then he looked around and then turned to Iida, "Hey by any chance did you guys saw Kacchan leave?"

"Bakugo? No, we haven't seen him since the fight. He probably went home." Iida responded.

Midoriya looks down for a moment and then looks up again, "And Todoroki?" Midoriya asked.

"He left. He didn't seem interested in joining us." Asui replied.

"Well, we don't need them to have fun!" Sero said coming back to join the rest of the gang.

"Let's go grab something to eat!" Yaoyorozu said.

"After that maybe we can go to the arcade!" Kirishima said.

Everyone started to walk to the entrance of the school and you paused to look at the school.

'I finally did it.' You thought as you smiled, 'I'll become a great hero. Just for you mo-'

"Uh L/N?" Midoriya looked at you, "You okay?"

"Yeah! I just can't believe I officially got in." You said happily as you turn to face him, "I'm really happy to be here!"

"Well it the best of the best!" Midoriya said smiling proudly.

Suddenly he looks at you as if he remembered something, "And well...even though you enter school late, it's never too late to become a hero. As long as you put your heart into it you can do it!" He said as he gave you a bright smile.

Your eyes widen as he said that and your heart flutters a little, 'Does he remember...?'

"Oh sorry if I made it weird!" Midoriya said as he looked at you in your shocked state, "I just remember saying something like that to another person."

"I think it was also in front of the school entrance too. I wonder how she's doing now?" Midoriya said looking up at the school entrance.

You looked at him and then smiled at him brightly, "I'm sure she's doing great."

Midoriya turn to face you and smiled, "I hope so! She was a nice person! She would have made a great hero in training if it wasn't for her family emergency on the day of the entrance exams."

He then looks at the ground, "I hope to see her here soon as a U.A student. That's if she still remembers me." He said scratching his head.

"Don't worry I'm sure she will." You gave him a thumbs up, 'Because I still do.'

Midoriya then smiled and looked at you, "By the way, I know the others already told you but welcome to our class! I'm really looking forward to becoming heroes with you!"

"Likewise!" You said happily.

"I know we haven't fought today but next time I'm looking forward to it!" Midoriya said, "I still have to witness your cool quirk!"

"M-me too!" You said really excited, 'He still does remember me...should I tell him?'

Suddenly Midoriya's face turned red and he started to get nervous as if he realized something.

"Hey you guys coming or what?" Kaminari yelled

"Yeah, I'm starving hurry up!" Sato said.

"Let's go L/N." Midoriya said looking at you, "I'm looking forward to spending time with everyone!"

"Same!" You said as you ran up to catch him and walk with the others.

You looked up at the sky and smiled, 'My journey starts here...can't wait to become a great hero with you guys.'

As you and the gang walked away, a certain ash-blonde boy walked out of the entrance and noticed you smiling.

"Tch," Bakugo said as he started to head home.

He was thinking about his fight with you on the training grounds. Both of you guys collapsed on the floor facing each other. Because of the big impact, you have forced both of your and Bakugo's bandanas to be ripped out of your heads. He remembers how you barely had enough energy to lift your head and you gave him a small smile.

"You're a... strong... opponent." You said as you could barely move.

Bakugo looked at you, shocked since you had managed to take his bandana first before he could take yours.

"I...wonder how...much stronger...is Midoriya-" You said as you instantly fell unconscious.

Bakugo then grits his teeth as he puts his hands in his pockets as he remembered your words.

'I'LL MAKE SURE YOU DON'T COMPARE ME WITH THAT DAMN NERD EVER AGAIN!' He thought as he was already planning on how to humiliate you, 'WATCH YOURSELF L/N YOU JUST MADE A BIG MISTAKE TAKING ME LIGHTLY. I'LL MAKE SURE THAT DAMN NERD SEES HOW WEAK YOU REALLY ARE!'

He paused for a moment, looking down at the ground as he felt small tears rolling down his face.

"Fuck." Bakugo said as he wiped his face and continue to walk home...alone.

4: And So It Begins (End)

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Part 3

Chapter List

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iam93percentstardust · 4 years ago

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I'm bombarding you with those prompts, so I fully understand if you just ignore all those you don't like, lol. Would WinterIronFalcon be an OT3 you're intrested in writing? Some established WinterFalcon with Tony pining helplessly after them, not believeing he could have a chance? With a dash of angst in it? Thank you ♡

There isn’t much angst in this but there is hopeless pining so yay?

Also on ao3 here

“Share Bear, it’s not fair,” Tony whines into the phone.

“What isn’t?” his cousin asks, sounding patient but also kind of amused. He takes the phone away from his ear and squints at it. Is she making fun of him? She probably is, Sharon always makes fun of him. She’s mean like that; he’s pretty sure she gets it from Natasha.

“They’re so fucking gorgeous, I can’t stand it.”

“Oh. Them again. Seriously Tony, didn’t you used to have better taste?”

“Excuse you,” he says, offended. “My taste is perfect.”

“They think arguing is foreplay.”

“It’s bickering! And it’s cute!”

“Gross,” Sharon says cheerfully.

“God hates me,” Tony says dramatically, flinging his hand over his eyes. “That’s why he cursed me to work with two such beautiful humans who are already dating each other.”

“Tony—”

“I know Bucky stays up to date with the fandom,” he continues, going a little quieter. “He’s gotta know that tons of people ship the three of us. But he doesn’t say anything about it. Share Bear, why doesn’t he say anything?”

“Probably because for every person who ships all three of you, there’s twice as many who ship just you and him,” she admits. “I know that if someone were shipping Maria and Nat and ignoring that I even exist, I’d be pretty upset.”

“Yeah,” he says glumly.

“What’re you filming today anyway?” she asks.

“True Crime. We were supposed to be doing an episode of Supernatural at the Odinson Mystery House, you know, over in Norway where the son found out he was adopted and then got super into Norse mythology and supposedly disappeared into a rainbow?”

“Oh yeah, that guy was crazy.”

“Wasn’t,” Tony insist stubbornly. “There are three different eyewitnesses and they all saw the same thing.”

“All three eyewitnesses tested positive for meth.”

“It was trace amounts and ruled irrelevant to the case. Anyway, there’s some sort of blizzard so our flight got canceled. We figured we’d get a jump on this season’s True Crime episodes instead.”

“What are you doing this week?”

He scowls into the phone. “Fandom episode. They voted for Captain America.”

He can practically hear Sharon wince. “I’m sorry. That fucking sucks.”

“Yeah,” he agrees, not least because both of them know exactly what happened to Captain America. He was recovered from the Arctic back in the 50s and went on to live a very happy and fulfilling life with Aunt Peggy. But that’s a very closely guarded state secret; the U.S. government can’t let it get out that Steve Rogers survived nearly a decade in the ice. Technically, Tony and Sharon aren’t even supposed to know but Aunt Peggy had insisted she be allowed to tell them after she took custody of Sharon and Tony moved out of Howard’s and into her home. It’s kind of cool actually, knowing that Uncle Steve is really Captain America. He’s a pretty great guy. It just kind of sucks that he can’t tell anyone about it and now he has to do a whole episode about it when everyone knows he’s a shitty liar.

He’d talked it over with Uncle Steve and Aunt Peggy when the results of the vote had first come in. Aunt Peggy’s advice had been to act more manic than usual, throw even more outlandish theories into the mix, and really make this episode about the banter between him and Bucky. “Direct their attention away from Steve,” she’d said. “They’re already going to be looking at you. Just make sure they’re doing it for the wrong reason.”

He kind of wants to kiss Bucky. That would definitely draw attention away from the episode. But that’s not fair to either Bucky or Sam, who are very happy with their relationship and don’t need a homewrecker like Tony throwing a spanner into the mix.

“Good luck,” Sharon tells him before they hang up. “You’re gonna need it.”

“Wow, thanks,” he mutters but she’s already gone.

Marvels Unsolved was never supposed to be this popular. It started off as a novelty webseries about Tony trying to convince Bucky about the existence of the supernatural—he firmly believed that if science could turn Uncle Steve from an actual shrimp to the god of muscles, then magic had to be out there—and then they’d started talking about an unsolved crime from the early 20th century after filming an episode one day, forgetting that the camera was still rolling, and had ended up with enough footage to make a second episode about real crimes. They had stayed pretty unknown throughout that first season but then true crime podcasts had exploded in popularity and Unsolved along with them.

Now they have a fandom and merchandise and actual fanfiction written about them, which is the craziest thing. They both have several often-quoted gifs floating around the Internet and Bucky has somehow become the poster child for being unimpressed by literally everything (he actually makes some of the best faces when something genuinely scary happens but they always end up editing those parts out—he has an image to maintain after all).

They brought Sam on once they started gaining in popularity. Tony, by that point, already had a pretty well-established crush on Bucky. He’d even thought that he had a chance with his co-host, small as it may be, and at first, it hadn’t seemed like Sam was going to change anything. He and Bucky argued all the time so Tony had been absolutely stunned when he’d stumbled upon them making out like it was the end of the world.

They had just finished filming their second season. Sam had suggested going out to a local bar. He’d suggested it for all three of them but Tony had, inexplicably, felt like a third wheel all night as Sam and Bucky bickered. At one point, Sam had disappeared off to the restroom and a couple minutes later, Bucky had followed him. Tony doesn’t know how long he had sat there waiting for them but he’d eventually gone looking for them only to find Sam pressing Bucky up against a wall.

And that had been that.

Three years later, Sam and Bucky are still going strong, Tony is as smitten with Sam as he is with Bucky despite knowing how hopeless both crushes are, and the fandom seems convinced to either write Sam out of Tony and Bucky’s relationship or write Tony into Sam and Bucky’s. He wishes they would stop. He stays pretty up to date with the fandom as well and they have all these meta posts about the way Bucky looks at him or something. It just keeps giving him hope but, well, it’s been three years. If Bucky wanted him, or if Sam did for that matter, they would have done something long ago.

“Hey, you doing okay?” Sam asks him as they’re setting up.

“Sure, why wouldn’t I be?” He avoids meeting Sam’s eyes, focusing instead on adding creamer to the coffee. Marvels had presented them with these mugs last year to congratulate them on four years of Unsolved. They’ve got their most iconic quotes printed on them, Bucky’s with “Obviously I killed JFK” and Tony’s with “I’m the dramatic bitch your mom warned you about.” Sam has one too with his one and only line in the entire show printed on it (“Why did I agree to work with you?”) but since he’s always behind the camera, he doesn’t have to use the same mug for each episode.

“You just seem a little off.” The worst part is that Sam genuinely looks concerned. If they didn’t care about him, he thinks his crush might be easier to manage but they do because they’re just nice guys like that. “I know you weren’t too thrilled when we announced this week’s case.”

“Howard worked with him, practically hero-worshipped the damn guy. Of course, I’m not excited.”

Sam winces. They know all about Tony’s shitty relationship with Howard after his dad called Marvels furious that his son was hosting a webseries instead of coming home to grovel at his feet and take over the business. The whole team had been brought in to listen as Fury tried to placate him. By the end, Bucky had been furious on Tony’s behalf and Sam had berated Fury for twenty minutes for making Tony listen to the vitriol his dad had spewed. It had cemented his crush on Sam, then just a passing fancy, into something real and permanent.

“Seriously, Sam, I’m fine. Might be a little off today but I would have said if I didn’t think I could do it.”

Sam doesn’t look convinced but he agrees anyway. Tony sits down next to Bucky and passes him his mug. Bucky shoots him a grin and murmurs, “Thanks, doll.”

Tony doesn’t blush but that’s only because he has five years of practice. Out of the corner of his eye, he spots Sam counting them down and he turns to face the camera, settling his hands in front of him.

“This week on Marvels Unsolved True Crime and in celebration of our 100th episode,” he begins, “we asked you what you’d like us to investigate and you came back—”

“—overwhelmingly,” Bucky interjects.

“Many, many times,” Tony agrees, “with a topic near and dear to my own heart: Captain America.”

“That’s right,” Bucky says, sounding surprised though Bucky had been the first to point out that maybe they shouldn’t do this episode because of Tony’s connections to Project Rebirth. “Your dad helped turn Steve Rogers into Captain America, didn’t he?”

“And he never let me forget it!” Tony says cheerfully.

“One hundred episodes,” Bucky says slowly, enunciating each word. “Can you believe that, doll?”

Sometimes, he wonders why the fans ship them when Sam is right there. Other times, Bucky says things like this and he understands completely.

“Not even a little bit, Bucky Babe.” Okay, so maybe he doesn’t help.

“One hundred. The big one zero zero.”

“We tried to do something extra special and get Sam in front of the camera for you guys—”

“—so you could see what a hunk he is—”

“—but Sam said that he didn’t trust anyone else to film us properly—”

“—which makes sense because Tony? If you put him in the wrong light, he’s practically a gremlin—”

“Hey!”

“I’m just telling the facts.”

“Well, the facts are wrong.”

“They’re facts, sweet thing, they can’t be wrong.”

“Can too. Anyway, since Sam refuses to join us—”

“—and that just breaks my heart because Sam, he’s one of my favorite guys, you know?”

Tony pauses. It’s not like Bucky to say anything nice about Sam. Usually, it’s all good-natured insults and bickering. He must really be fed up with the Starkbucks shippers to say something like this when they’re still this early in the show.

“Only one of?” he asks curiously.

Bucky shoots him one of those filthy grins that their audience loves so much. “Well, it’s hard not to include you on that list,” he drawls.

He’s not going to blush.

He’s not going to—

Damn it.

Whatever. It’s no big deal, that’s what editing is for. So what if Sam has never edited out one of Tony’s blushes yet? Maybe Tony will get lucky and he will this time.

“You know, I was actually named for Captain America’s sidekick?” Bucky asks, getting them back on track.

“Wow, that is deeply unfortunate,” Tony deadpans.

“Yeah, Dad’s a fanboy. His whole troop was pinned down and rescued by the two of them. He tells the story all the time—kind of like your dad.”

“Except my dad goes straight past into fanboy and directly into obsession territory.”

“…Fair enough.”

“Really? That’s all you’re going to say?”

Bucky shrugs and takes a sip out of his mug. “I’ve been inside your house. I’ve seen the Steve Rogers shrine. I’m not going to argue with you.”

Tony thinks about that for a moment. “It is kind of a shrine, isn’t it? Anyway, we’ve got some great stuff for you today. We’re going to crack open this cold case, show you some never-before-seen footage courtesy of my mom sneaking my dad’s old war tapes out of the mansion, and then we’ll talk a little bit about the theories out there.”

“How many of them are going to be ridiculously outlandish and physically impossible?”

Tony glares at him. “None of them. I have never once presented a ridiculously outlandish and physically impossible theory.”

“Right because alien abduction is a valid—”

“Aliens are real!”

“You said that crabs might have eaten Amelia Earheart!” Bucky shouts over him.

“It’s a valid theory!”

“I take it back, you’re not one of my favorite people anymore.”

“That really hurts me, deep inside,” Tony says sarcastically, trying to cover up that maybe that does send a small pang shooting through his chest. He likes the thought of being one of Bucky’s favorite people. He doesn’t want to lose that.

“How deep?” Bucky asks and winks.

“Very deep. Way, way deep down. Practically in my—”

Bucky’s eyes widen and he nearly chokes on his coffee. “Okay, that’s enough of that. Let’s get into the facts.”

“Hey, that’s my line!”

“With a missing plane and pilot and so much redaction in the files, we’re lucky to even have a name, let’s get into the theories.”

“Actually, wait, before we do that,” Bucky says, “I want to ask if you’ve ever noticed that your voice changes when you’re doing the voiceovers.”

“Wait, what?” Tony asks. He glances at him, to one of the cameras, then back to Bucky. “What do you mean?”

“You know, it gets all deeper like you’re trying to voice movie trailers or something.”

“No it doesn’t.”

“Sure it does.”

Tony shakes his head. “There’s no way.”

They both turn toward Sam, who thinks about it and then makes a ‘sort of’ motion with his hand.

“Told you!” Bucky says triumphantly.

“You’re such a child,” Tony sneers.

“Yeah, that’s why you like working with me so much.”

Behind the camera, Sam silently snickers and Tony glares at him before telling the camera, “If you’re watching, let us know in the comments. Is my apparent movie trailer voice okay or does it need to go like Bucky clearly thinks?”

Bucky goes paler. “Hey, wait, I didn’t say it had to go.”

“It was implied when you brought it up,” he argues.

“No!” Bucky insists. “I was just wondering if it was on purpose.”

They both turn toward Sam, who thinks about it and then makes a ‘sort of’ motion with his hand.

“Aha!” Tony says triumphantly.

“Traitor,” Bucky mutters into his coffee.

Sam signs, “I’ll make it up to you when we get home tonight.”

“And that was more than I ever wanted to learn about Sam and Bucky’s love life,” Tony lies through his teeth. “Let’s get into the theories. I only have two for you today, one of which I think Bucky will particularly like.”

“Oh no.”

“Our first theory is that Steve Rogers died in a plane crash on December 16, 1944. Winter months in the Arctic are known to be particularly stormy. There would have been low visibility due to the high latitude and time of year and with the waters and surrounding land being well below freezing, it’s possible that, even if Captain Rogers survived the impact, he would have frozen to death in the stormy seas.”

Bucky thinks about it for a second. “Yeah, that seems plausible.”

“In addition, Howard Stark, a known Captain America aficionado and the father of Marvels Unsolved’s best host—”

“You lie like a rug!” Bucky howls.

Tony snickers and then when Sam signs, “He’s really not,” bursts out into full-out laughter.

Once he’s recovered, he continues, “Howard Stark has spent the first fifty years after the crash of the Valkyrie and the last twenty funding searches in the Arctic in the hopes of recovering Captain Rogers’ body. He has found no evidence that Captain Rogers survived the crash although he did find part of the remains of the Valkyrie and has since stated that, ‘No human could have survived that crash.’”

The expeditions are a scam and have been since Howard first found the Valkyrie crash site and Uncle Steve along with it. He hadn’t been planning on continuing the expeditions—too costly, as he claims—but when Aunt Peggy had told him that Uncle Steve’s survival had to remain a secret, he’d kept them up for pretense’s sake.

Bucky is saying something about how it sucks that the first superhero is gone and when he finishes, Tony grins and says, “Then you’ll like our second theory.”

“Somehow, every time you say that, I end up completely hating it. Wonder why that is.”

“Our second theory is that Steve Rogers survived the crash and is still alive but cryogenically frozen in the ice. There—”

“Bullshit!”

Tony starts laughing but he tries to continue on over Bucky shouting that it’s complete nonsense. It’s hard and he knows that Sam will probably have to do some editing and maybe make Tony do some voiceover work in order to make the theory audible but he thinks he manages to do a pretty good job.

Bucky is pouting by the end of it, arms crossed over his chest. “What fucking bullshit,” he mutters.

“The supersoldier serum—” Tony starts to point out.

“Isn’t a miracle drug.”

“That’s exactly what it is.”

“No, it just made him big and strong. It doesn’t just magically keep people alive when they should have died.”

And then they’re off into familiar territory, arguing about the merits of either theory. Tony’s actually feeling pretty good about himself, convinced that he’s doing a decent job of steering the conversation away of anything classified, right up until Bucky says, about halfway through the episode, “I’m surprised at you, Tony.”

He wrinkles his nose. “Surprised?”

“Usually, you have some absolutely batshit, off-the-walls crazy theory but these have actually been pretty normal for you.” He pauses and then adds for effect, “And you’re usually much better at your research than this.”

“Excuse me?”

“Oh come on, even I know that there’s one more theory.”

He starts tapping at his chest nervously, almost wishing that he had a pair of sunglasses. Aunt Peggy always said that his lies are in his eyes, that they’re too expressive to hide the truth. When he was living with Howard, in the spotlight, he always had a pair of sunglasses to hide his eyes but he hasn’t wanted to use those since he moved out. He wishes he had them now.

“And what’s that?” he asks, feigning a casualness he doesn’t feel.

“That Steve Rogers lived and came out of the ice at some point and has been living out his life in anonymity.”

He barks out a nervous laugh. “I didn’t mention it because even I know that that theory is completely impossible.”

“Hasn’t stopped you before.” Sam nods agreeably. Bucky nods back at him and adds, “Even Sam agrees with me.”

“He’s your boyfriend, he’s practically required to.”

Both Sam and Bucky laugh at that one and yeah, okay, it was a pretty ridiculous statement. Anyone who knows them knows that being boyfriends is less likely to make them agree with each other.

“Look, Steve Rogers didn’t come out of the ice alive. Howard would have known for one thing and if you think, he could keep something like that quiet, then you don’t know him very well.”

“Maybe the government insisted it be a secret,” Bucky suggests, shrugging. “There have been plenty of people who have claimed over the last couple decades to be Captain America.”

Tony scoffs. “Oh come on, by that logic, anyone could be Captain America.”

“Maybe they could be.”

“No,” Tony says flatly. “It’s like that crazy conspiracy theory guy over on Reddit who’s convinced that Bruce Wayne is Batman.”

“Maybe Bruce Wayne is Batman.”

“Ooh do the butts match?” Tony says mockingly. “I mean, really, Bucky Babe, if we’re going off of lookalikes, then my fucking Uncle Steve is secretly really Steve Rogers, which is ridiculous because the guy’s like practically ancient and faints at the sight of blood in PG-13 movies.”

That sets off another round of arguing that lasts the rest of the episode until finally Tony wraps it up with, “Whether Steve Rogers died in 1944 or is still alive today is a mystery that will remain unsolved.”

They both pause for a moment to provide time for Sam to edit in the theme music and closing title. Usually, there would be some lighthearted bantering afterwards, maybe a joke about something they said earlier in the show. This time though, Bucky says thoughtfully, “The thing is, though, I’ve met your Uncle Steve—”

Tony goes cold.

“—and he really does kind of look like—”

Tony panics. That’s the only explanation that he has for declaring, “I’m done waiting,” reaching across the tables and grabbing hold of Bucky’s shirt, and yanking him forward to kiss him.

For a moment, Bucky is too startled to do anything but then he melts into Tony, mouth opening under his, tongue pushing forward to meet his. Bucky’s arms come around him, pulling him up and out of his chair and settling him into his lap. Tony makes a small greedy sound, swallowed by Bucky’s kiss, and then they’re both pulling away. Bucky’s lips are very red; Tony can’t stop staring at them even as he’s filled with dismay.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers. “I shouldn’t have—”

“Why not?” Bucky demands.

“You—Sam—” He glances toward the camera but Sam isn’t standing there anymore. His heart drops into his stomach—has he just ruined Bucky and Sam’s relationship? But then he hears someone drop to their knees behind him and when he turns slightly, Sam’s fingers are on his chin, gently turning his head.

“How long?” Sam asks.

“How long what?”

“How long have we been wasting our time when we could have been kissing you instead?”

Three years, two months, and fifteen days. “Too long.”

Sam kisses him then, mouth gentler than Bucky’s but no less consuming. Bucky is a hard, hot line against his front; Sam is warm against his back and Tony? Tony loses himself in the storm that is the two of them, sparks shooting through him as Bucky’s hands find their way to his hips, as Sam’s tongue slips into his mouth, as Bucky whispers into his ear, “We’re not wasting any more time.”

Marvels Unsolved’s 100th episode shoots to their most watched, most liked video in less than a day and when asked, maybe the smallest handful of viewers could have said what it was about.

The day after it posts, only a week after it was filmed, Tony’s phone rings.

“Kill it with fire,” Sam says sleepily.

Tony, however, recognizes Aunt Peggy’s ringtone and he rolls over to grab it before Bucky can throw it at the wall. “Hello?” he asks groggily.

“Congratulations on not blowing Steve’s cover,” she says.

“Oh yeah,” Tony mutters. “Can I go back to bed now?”

“One more thing, duck.”

“What’s that?”

“Congratulations on the new boyfriends.”

#winterironfalcon #alle writes #alle answers #ooh boy this got long #if you like please consider reblogging #justsomeoneunordinary

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mydetheturk · 4 years ago

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Whumptober 2020

No 18. PANIC! AT THE DISCO Panic Attacks

Passing (642 words) by mydetheturk Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Naruto Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Hatake Kakashi & Maito Gai | Might Guy Characters: Hatake Kakashi, Maito Gai | Might Guy Additional Tags: Panic Attacks, Gai is the Best Friend Series: Part 18 of Myde's Whumptober Fics Summary:

Kakashi has passed a genin team. His revelation that he passed a genin team is not something he handles well.

Gai looked up as his dearly beloved Rival burst through his window.

“Darling Rival of mine, I wasn’t expecting you!” he said, confusion lacing his voice. Then he took a long look at Kakashi standing just inside his window. The popping in at weird hours was normal – this was practically early for Kakashi, in fact. “Kakashi are you alright?” Gai asked in a slightly more indoor voice tone.

“I passed a genin team,” Kakashi blurted out.

“Congratulations! I was wondering when you’d get a genin team of your own!” Delight filled every fiber of Gai’s being.

“Gai, I passed a genin team!” There was an edge of hysteria to Kakashi’s voice, and his one visible eye was blown wide.

Gai strode over to where Kakashi was still standing, almost frozen in place. Ah. This wasn’t a joy-filled visit. This was an ‘I think something’s wrong with me’ visit. Gai could see the little warning signs – the faintest of tremors in Kakashi’s hands, the way his eye was blown wide, the ever so light hitch to his breathing.

“I think I’m gonna be sick,” Kakashi whispered as Gai got close enough to hover his arm over Kakashi’s shoulders.

“Come inside,” Gai said gently. His arm carefully settled on Kakashi’s shoulders, and Gai looked out the window over his own to nod at the ANBU that was almost certainly following his friend here.

A flash of white and then nothing.

Well. At least Kakashi had had someone following him and making sure he made it.

The hitching of Kakashi’s breath grew worse as they moved deeper into Gai’s apartment and by the time they were in Gai’s room, the trembling had spread from his hands to his whole body.

Gai carefully settled Kakashi on the bed.

“I’m gonna fuck them up,” Kakashi said. “They’re so small.” He shuddered violently. “I was so fucked up by the time I was their age.” Hugging himself, Kakashi tried to hide his head in his shoulders.

“You will not,” Gai stated. He carefully untied Kakashi’s forehead protector and cupped it in one hand as it slid from Kakashi’s face. He then carefully helped Kakashi out of his flak jacket.

“They’re so small, Gai,” Kakashi whispered. He jerked down his mask to suck in some fresh air. “They don’t – they don’t know.”

“That’s why you’re their teacher.” Gai sat down beside Kakashi and wrapped his friend in a hug. “So they can know.”

“I don’t wanna fuck them up,” Kakashi admitted weakly. His breathing slowly started to even out as Gai held him. “I don’t know what I’m doing, I’ve never been responsible for tiny lives.” Kakashi shot up and tried to wriggle his way out of Gai’s grip.

Gai just held on tighter.

“Gai! Let me go! I have to prepare!”

“You will stay right here,” Gai said firmly. Kakashi thrashed weakly.

“But I have nothing prepared! I’m gonna fuck it up!”

“You will not. You can borrow some of my notes.” At Kakashi’s horrified noise, Gai laughed. “Or you could introduce them to the pack! I’m sure your pack would love to meet your team.”

“Oh fuck, I have to introduce the pack.” Gai’s laugh hit a booming point, and he pulled them backwards onto the bed. “Do you think the pack will like the kids? Will the kids like the pack?”

“Kakashi, you’re exhausted and need rest.” Gai smiled anyway. That was his rival.

“But the pack—”

“You can tell them in the morning.”

Kakashi grumbled. “Fine.”

“Good! Let us sleep, my golden rival.”

“I’m already lying down; I’m not your rival when I’m on your bed.” Gai snorted, and Kakashi processed what he’d said. “Fuck.” Gai’s snort turned into a full belly laugh. Kakashi weakly laughed with him. “Gai. Thanks,” Kakashi whispered before burying his face in Gai’s shoulder.

“Anytime, Kakashi,” Gai responded seriously. “Anytime.”

#whumptober2020 #no. 18 #panic attacks #naruto #myde writes #kakashi hatake #might gai

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randomfandomimagine · 5 years ago

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Not My Type (Steve x Reader)

Character: Steve Harrington Fandom: Stranger Things Categories: Gender Neutral Reader, Pinning, Flirting Warnings: None Word Count: 5k words Summary: Steve may need a little help with one of his classes, and Y/N is willing to give it to him. The two might just end up being more than just ‘study buddies’, though. Notes: Sorry if the pacing is a bit off in this one, I changed a lot of things and took me some work to finish it. But I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it :)

The bell rang, signalizing the end of the class. I gathered my things and stood up, heading for the door to go to my next class. However, I stopped myself when I realized something.

Steve was resting his forehead against the desk in what seemed an exasperated gesture. I tilted my head and cleared my throat. He looked up, bearing a look of utter helplessness and dismay that went along well with his body language. His brows furrowed as he looked at me in expectation.

“Hey, you okay?” I asked him, worried about his demeanor.

“Yeah…” He sighed, leaning back on the chair with a pout. “I’m fine”

“What’s wrong then, Steve?”

“Nothing... I just suck at this subject” My eyes immediately moved to the exam that rested over his desk, but he quickly turned it around so I couldn’t see its contents. “No big deal”

To take importance out of it, he showed me a smile that didn’t quite convince me. That sad look he bore reminded me of a puppy and made me want to cheer him up.

I absently looked up to realize everyone else had already left the classroom. Then I picked up my own paper and looked at it for a moment when he curiously watched me, even if still a little feebly.

“I got an A…” I shrugged a little, holding my paper up to prove it.

“Congratulations” He bitterly said, standing up from his seat and taking a step. However, he stopped himself and turned back to me. “Sorry, I am actually happy for you, I just…”

“What I meant is…” I chuckled at the fact that he hadn’t gotten it at first. “I could give you a hand. You know, be study buddies?”

“Study buddies?” He was a bit surprised, and I didn’t really blame him.

We had many classes together and we had spoken every now and then. We had even been in more than one group project together too. But we weren’t really close enough to hang out outside of school.

“If you want” I rolled my eyes, feeling a little silly for suggesting it. “I mean…”

“You would do that?” Steve exclaimed in excitement. “That’s so nice of you, Y/N!”

“Sure, I would hate to know you failed English” I smiled at him, earning a smile back. “Especially if I could do something about it”

“That would be great!” Fidgeting around, he absently fixed his hair. “Seriously, thank you!”

“See you at the library?” I asked him, tilting my head. “Five o’clock”

“I’ll be there!” Now more lively, he grabbed his backpack and threw it over his shoulder.

“Great” I nodded as we both walked outside the classroom.

“Thanks, Y/N!” He touched my arm and gave it a gentle squeeze. “You’re the best!”

I watched him run off, smiling to myself. I was definitely curious to see what happened on the afternoon.

When we met at the library, we went right to business. I briefly turned to add another book to the pile Steve was carrying. He didn’t say anything as he continued following me. I let my eyes wander around the shelves, searching for any useful books.

“Hey!” Steve complained behind me. He probably noticed the last book’s cover. “How is this helpful to me?”

“Um…” I played dumb as I kept on walking and dragging my finger through the spines.

“This is one’s for you, isn’t it?” There was a certain amusement in his voice. “One of those books you’re always talking about”

I grinned when he nudged the books against my back. Being coy and innocent, I shrugged a little.

“It’s just some light reading” I playfully pouted at him over my shoulder. “Since we’re here”

“I can’t believe you” He scoffed, going along with my playfulness. “You’re supposed to be helping me study”

“I am, I promise!”

“No, you’re using me as an excuse to come pick up a lame fantasy book”

“Well…”

“You’re gonna have to make up for it”

I turned around and faced him, lifting a suspicious brow at him. He dedicated me a charming and somewhat cute grin.

“Wanna go out sometime?” His unexpected offer caused me to laugh so loudly in the middle of the loud silence that people shushed me. For a moment I forgot I was in a librray.

I grabbed another book to add it to his pile and looked him right in the eye. His grin didn’t falter.

“Nice try, Harrington” I played along, pushing my hair away from my face.

“What, why?” He hurried to catch up with me as I left the room and headed for the reception. “I’m good-looking, you’re good-looking…”

I shook my head at how silly he was being. In the few times we had talked, I noticed he was always goofying around like that, so I always followed along. I did, however, feel my cheeks burning at the compliment. I was glad I was facing my back to him in case I was blushing.

“No offense, Steve” I muttered as I calmly arrived to the counter. “But you’re not my type”

I stood at the queue, waiting for people to be done checking their books in or out.

“Not your…” He stuttered, apparently too offended to even speak. “What do you mean I’m not your type?”

I shrugged, not really knowing how to explain it, I just wasn’t attracted to him. Not that he was being serious anyway.

“That hurt me, Y/N” He frowned in a phony sobbing voice. “That hurt me right here”

When he pointed to his chest, I had to chuckle at his stupidity because he almost dropped all of the books while he did. He smiled in response, a soft genuine smile. The more time I spent with him, the more I realized why he was so popular. Or had been.

We were now next in queue, and Steve slammed the books on the counter. I had to sniffle a chuckle when the noise resonated all around the room. He looked around in embarrassment, receiving some glares from studying or reading people, and just smiled politely at them.

“Smooth, Harrington” I teased him, to which he glared at me.

“Card?” The librarian tiredly asked, holding her hand up.

“Oh, uh…” Steve stuttered, staring at the woman.

“Here it is” I said, offering her mine before turning to him. “You better return them on time”

“Thanks” Once the lady was done checking the books out, he picked them up again. “I will, Scout’s honor”

I chuckled, knowing he had not been a Scout, but ignored him.

As we said goodbye to the receptionist, I was about to go get us a table. But Steve’s hand tapped my arm to catch my attention.

“Maybe we should go somewhere else” He muttered over the loud silence. “Somewhere we can actually talk”

“Where can we go?”

“How about my place? My folks aren’t home”

I thought about it for a moment. Ultimately, it was probably for the best. Anywhere else, like a park, would be too loud and crowded. My parents were home and I didn’t want to randomly bring him, so it was our best option.

“Okay”

“Cool, my car is not far”

He nodded towards the door and we both headed outside, Steve still carrying the books himself. We were walking together to where he had parked the car when he suddenly stopped.

“What’s-?” Before I could even ask, I got my answer.

“Hello there, ladies” Steve greeted a group of girls that passed by. He sent them an attractive grin that surprised me.

They flirtatiously giggled in response. In an attempt to wave at them, Steve then dropped all the books. The girls laughed again, this time at his clumsiness, before walking away.

“You okay over there, Steve?” I crouched down to help him pick up the books.

“Yeah” He nonchalantly replies, quickly taking the books back from me.

I smiled to myself, noticing how he pushed a tuft of hair away from his eyes with a head movement. There was a pronounced blush on his cheeks.

“See you around!” Steve exclaimed to the girls. They were already a bit far.

I chuckled in amusement and shook my head. We continued walking in silence, but I stared at him. Why was it so important for him to impress some girls he didn’t even know?

“Why are you staring at me?” Steve inquired, demanding an answer.

“Oh, nothing” I calmly told him with a playful shrug. “Nothing at all, Romeo”

“No, no, you’re judging me” He nodded his head to reinforce his affirmation.

“Not at all, Mr. Cool Guy” To soften my teasing, I sweetly smiled at him.

Steve shook his head, handing me the books for a moment. It was then when I realized we had arrived back to his car. He pulled out the keys and unlocked it.

We both got in –me resting the books over my lap –and secured our seatbelts. Then Steve started the car and turned the radio on to some rock music.

Before he pulled out of the parking spot, he turned to me and gave me a cute smile. I smiled in return, appreciating those endearing gestures of his. They seemed genuine, but felt so unlike him. Or rather, unlike the preconception I had of him.

Everyone, included myself, saw him as King Steve. The popular kid. The handsome and charming boy. The one that always got his way. The one everybody loved. Steve ‘the hair’ Harrington.

I saw him differently. Not the cool guy that tried to gather the attention of some pretty girls that walked by. But the guy that got nervous about it and dropped the books he was holding. And that was the boy I was interested in, that I kind of wanted to be my friend.

I knew things had changed with him. A while back, he would have made fun of me for loving books so much. Probably would have called me a nerd or something. But now he was really cool about it, even to the point of showing interest about my love for them whenever it came up in our sporadic conversations. It made me want to know Steve. The real Steve Harrington.

“Hey, Steve?” I broke the silence only interrupted by the music.

“Yeah”

“Can I ask you a question?”

“You just did”

“I-“ I was about to retaliate, but the smirk that appeared on his lips turned soft.

“Sorry, go ahead” Not taking his eyes off the road, he kindly patted my knee.

“I’m just curious… Why did you stop hanging out with Tommy H. and Carol?”

He took a bit to reply, and when he did it was slightly hesitant.

“Well… We were friends since we were little” His fingers tapped on the steering wheel. Then he shrugged and continued talking. “Until I realized they were… assholes”

“Took you long enough” I joked, remembering how they always made fun of everyone.

Including me, since I usually preferred the company of a god book over anyone. They always said I was a weirdo who had no friends. At first I defended myself saying I had friends, but Jonathan Byers wasn’t good enough for them. And after that, when I began to get along with Nancy, that didn’t help either. So I eventually stopped caring. I let them think whatever they wanted about me.

“Yeah” Steve chuckled, bringing me back to reality.

His eyebrows furrowed, and he stirred in the seat. If it weren’t because he was driving, I would have expected him to turn his back to me. I decided to lighten up the tension. It wasn’t my intention to make things awkward. I asked because I was genuinely curious.

“Or maybe you were as big of an asshole”

“Wh-“ His eyes fell over me instantly, but I smiled at him.

Seeing my genuine and playful smile, he did too. His shoulders immediately relaxed, and he laughed a little.

Steve nodded with enthusiasm, shoving a cookie into his mouth. I took another one, glad that he had the wonderful idea to recharge fuel by eating some snacks.

Somehow, our session study had become a rant about my favorite books. One moment we were reading the books we took from the library, taking notes about essay writing, and suddenly he was listening in awe as I told him about the fantasy and science fiction tropes.

“Oh, like that Terminator movie!” He said with a mouthful of chocolate chip cookie.

“Yeah...” I rolled my eyes a little. “There’s time travel in that too”

“Nice” When he was finished wolfing it down, he reached for another one.

I took the plate away from his reach and cocked an eyebrow at him.

“Enough talking about me, we were studying and…” I stopped midsentence when a suspicion grew in my mind. “Oh, you’re sneaky, Harrington”

“What?” He asked with an angelical expression that I didn’t buy.

“You had me rambling as means of procrastination!”

“I would never!”

“You doofus”

I rolled my eyes at him again when he casually stood up from the chair and plopped down on his bed. I turned to look at him as he smirked, placing his arms behind his head.

Grabbing the plate, I threw a cookie at him. I laughed when he tried to catch it with his mouth. He missed. Then he scrambled around the folds of the duvet to grab it and eat it.

“That’s low…” I muttered, eating another cookie myself.

“I was genuine enjoying hearing you talk, though” Steve assured from the bed, speaking with his mouth full. “About your fantasy books and stuff”

“Sure you were” Seeing as the study session was over, I began tidying the messy desk.

“I was! You love books so much, it’s great”

“Not that again…”

“What?” He grinned with that flirtatious smolder that he seemed to have perfected. “You’re cute, I’m cute”

I paused, finishing putting some order into the mess of books, papers and pens. Then I turned to him and tiredly tilted my head.

“Not my type” I only said, standing up and already going for the door.

“Give me a good reason” Steve jumped to his feet, taking me by the arm.

“For starters, there’s more to life than being in a relationship” I softly pushed him away, going for the door to leave. “And besides, what’s the point of one if there are no feelings? Not to mention that we’re supposed to be studying instead of flirting”

“I… Well…” He tilted his head, not knowing how to respond to that.

“So my job here is done” I turned the doorknob and walked into the hallway. “That reason enough for you?”

Steve called me, immediately following after me. I laughed at his goofiness.

“Enough, you flirt!” I pushed him when he tried to get closer to me.

“Give you a ride home?” He pouted his bottom lip at me, and I had to laugh.

“Okay...” I replied, even if I rolled my eyes. “You nerd...”

Steve Harrington was just annoyingly charming.

The bell signalizing the end of the classes rang. The noise echoed around the hallways. I left the class and headed for my locker. However, a certain someone kept popping up in my mind.

I had studied with Steve for weeks. We got so close that some days we didn’t even study, but ended up being lazy instead. I blamed him entirely. But it was fun to just chat with him. He always listened to me when I found myself rambling, often about books. I also ‘put up with him’ as I told him when he began talking about movies. And we often ended up watching one of them in his couch. I had to smile a little at the thought. That doofus had gotten under my skin after all.

We had stopped hanging out as often, though, because of his resit exam. We had become really close, but he was busy doing some hardcore revising on his own.

Almost like he read my mind and noticed I was missing him, he appeared. I had to hold back a smile to his mere presence.

“Y/N!!” I turned when I heard my name being called and I recognized his voice. “Look!!”

I chuckled in surprise when I saw him running my direction, holding up what I assumed was his exam. There was a big red circle drawn on the paper, and inside it was the letter B.

“No way!!” I exclaimed, also noticing a small plus sign next to the grade. “That’s awesome!”

“B+!!” He ran to me, swinging his arms in pure euphoria, until he reached me.

“I’m so happy for you, I-“ I squeaked when he suddenly wrapped his arms around me.

Steve squeezed me against him and lifted me off the ground, no doubt getting carried away. Seemingly unbothered by his outburst, he put me down and smiled widely at me.

“Thank you so much!” He waved the paper in my face like a child. “I couldn’t have done this without you”

“Obviously” I sarcastically replied, but my entire façade crumbled.

In his excitement, Steve had just leaned in and kissed me in the cheek. I couldn’t have foreseen that, neither the butterflies that magically appeared in my stomach.

I chuckled, a bit flustered by the gesture, and absently closed my locker.

I was suddenly reminded of how our hands brushed together in the popcorn bowl whenever we watched a movie together in his house. How we sat so closely that our sides touched. And sometimes I got sleepy and my head fell on his shoulder. How he would smile that beautiful smile and tease me about it. I had to shake those thoughts away.

“Glad I could help, you doofus” I stood there awkwardly, wondering how to act normally.

“We should celebrate it!” He excitedly took my hand in his and tugged at it.

I clenched my jaw, suddenly realizing how many of those gesture we did on a daily basis. They hadn’t bothered me before, but now… Now they awoke feelings me that… That I just wasn’t sure I was ready to face. When did I fall for Steve Harrington?

“Say, why don’t we go out to grab something to eat?” He wiggled his eyebrows at me, apparently oblivious to my mental breakdown. “I’m craving a burger”

I hesitated, but the innocent look in his brown eyes broke me. All the tension I had gathered disappeared at the sight of that adorable expression. I chuckled, almost relieved to be by his side.

“Sure” I linked my arm with his, a normal gesture that had different meaning now. “Let’s go get that burger”

“You okay?” He casually asked me as we left the high school building. “I expected you to say something like ‘I’m surprised you were smart enough to pass’ or some shit”

“Maybe I’m just happy for you, stupid” I shrugged, squeezing closer to him. “I’m just in a good mood”

“That’s new” He joked, nudging me a little.

“Shut up” I slapped him in the chest, making him laugh.

But I didn’t separate from him, instead resting my cheek against his upper arm. I felt such a strong urge to be as close to him as possible. Stupid Steve Harrington and his charm.

I couldn’t do that anymore. I thought that maybe I was too close to him, that my feelings would fade if I distanced a bit. But even after days of not hanging out with him, not even for our tradition of watching movies together, nothing changed. In fact, I just missed him even more than usual.

So one day I showed up at his house, knowing his parents were out of town again. When he opened the door, he received me in his pijamas.

“Y/N!” His face lit up at the sight of me. A smile spread across his lips.

“Hi” I greeted him, nibbling on my bottom lip.

“Um…” He suddenly blushed, looking down to his outfit, and subtly combed his hair with his fingers. “What are you doing here?”

I shrugged as I frantically searched for a cool thing to say.

“It just felt odd being away from you for so long” I muttered, flustered at the fond look he gave me. I corrected myself, rolling my eyes at him. “I guess I just got too used to your annoying self”

To my surprise, instead of being bothered by it, he laughed. With a flourish, he bowed and stepped to the side. Obliging, I came in and followed after him.

“So…” Steve innocently put his hands behind his back. “What did I do this time?”

“Huh?”

“What did I do, to make you mad?”

“I wasn’t... mad”

“Then why did you… disappear?”

“I didn’t disappear”

Steve arched his eyebrows at me, not buying it. I averted my gaze, feeling my cheeks flushing. I couldn’t just tell him how I felt. For one, I would never hear the end of it. And besides, it wasn’t like he reciprocated.

We didn’t move from the spot for a moment. I could feel his eyes on me still. I just remained quiet until he broke the silence.

“Whatever” He casually put an arm over my shoulders. “I missed you”

“Of course you did” I grinned at him, forcing myself to look into his brown eyes.

“Bet you missed me too, huh?” He wiggled his eyebrows at me and I pushed him away.

It all felt slightly awkward and forced, but it was to be expected. We hadn’t seen each other for a week or two. And I wasn’t my usual self around him either.

I distanced myself away from him, navigating through the living room and outdoors. His presence lingered behind me, closely following.

I heaved a sigh as I looked for something to say, something stupid or playful to break the silence. Maybe offering to watch a movie, but which one? I just wanted it not to be awkward.

“You’re acting strange lately, you know?” He randomly said, breaking the painful silence.

“Huh?” I had heard him, but wasn’t expecting him to say anything.

“Did I do something that bothered you or…?” Steve watched me intently.

“I…” I looked away, setting my glance on the pool. “Maybe?”

“Well, shit… Great…” He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest. “Seriously, What did I do now?”

I suppressed a smile, finding even that endearing. I was so frustrated with myself for giving in. What was wrong with me?!

“I just…” I forced myself to lock eyes with him. “It’s when you joke around and flirt with me, I guess it’s gotten old”

“Oh” He chuckled, again, awkwardly. “So that’s why”

“I just… I don’t even know why you keep doing it, it’s not like you mean it” I wrung my hands, avoiding eye contact with him again. “It’s not like you have actual feelings”

“Maybe I do feel something” He replied quickly. Too quickly to have been a joke.

I looked up and into his eyes. They were wide open in panic. He parted his lips, but no sounds came out. My heart was racing at the realization. I had to do something to fix the embarrassment.

“You’re an idiot, you know that?” I shoved him a bit, and he smiled in relief.

For a moment, Steve didn’t say anything still. He just looked at me fondly, further confirming those words that just slipped out. But that they were genuine.

“Those are mighty words for someone standing right next to a pool” He finally said, bearing a playful tone.

I looked behind me to realize I was almost at the edge. I must have moved without realizing. I blamed him and the stupid effect he had on me. His closeness was overwhelming, even if comforting and exhilarating.

“Don’t you dare” I pointed a finger at him menacingly.

An evil plan was slowly forming in my mind, and I had to hold back a smirk.

“Or what?” Steve naturally replied, stepping closer.

“Or you’ll regret it” I planted my feet to avoid him forcing me to step back. “You’ll see”

“That’s totally adorable” He mockingly wrinkled his nose at me. “You think you’re intimidating”

“Try me, Harrington” I put my hands on my hips, cocking an eyebrow.

“Okay, Y/L/N” He was cheeky enough to step up again, knowing I would react.

I took a step backwards, too flustered by the closeness. He didn’t even know the effect he had on me and I had to try really hard not to look down to his lips. I hated him so much at that moment. But I would have my revenge.

“No, Steve, I...” I frowned, locking eyes with him. “Seriously, don’t you dare”

“You know what?” He frowned a little, putting his hands on my arms. “You’re right”

I eyed him carefully, not trusting him for a second. I opened my mouth to speak when I recognized the mischievous smirk on his face, but it was too late.

He pushed me, and I inevitably yelped as I fell into the pool with a loud splash. I sank and barely managed to lift my head to the surface, coughing up water.

“Steve!” I called him, helplessly splashing in the water. “I can’t swim!”

“Oh, shit!!” I heard him muttering right before he dove right in. He didn’t even take his shoes off or anything.

I submerged, but soon I felt Steve’s arms wrapping around me and keeping me afloat. He leaned me against him and held me up. His hair stuck to his face, but he just whipped his head to keep it out of his eyes.

“You okay?” He urged me, gently wiping my wet hair from my forehead. “Y/N, you alright?”

“Just so you know…” I said, pausing and analyzing the panicked expression he bore. “Actual drowning people don’t usually have the time to call for help”

“But…” He mouthed, no actual sounds leaving his lips. “What?!”

I laughed a little, but Steve rolled his eyes. He let go of me, but I held him by the shoulders. Steve was always so calm, cool and collected that it was fun to see him out of his element.

His arms returned to their spot around my frame and he eyed me warily. I gave him an innocent grin, but he shook his head at me.

“I-I... Y/N, you, I’m...” He stuttered, unable to say any coherent words.

“Serves you right, you nerd” I playfully grinned, hoping I didn’t ruin things.

“That wasn’t funny, Y/N!” Steve complained, heaving a shaky sigh.

“It was, a little”

“No, it wasn’t!”

“Maybe you shouldn’t have thrown me into the pool”

“I can’t believe you!”

“What, did I scare you? Was little Stevie worried about me?”

“Well, yeah!” He exclaimed, making me chuckle.

“Are you blushing?” I playfully caressed his cheek, but he swatted me away.

Before his hand could leave mine, though, I held on to it. He really wasn’t taking the hint yet, huh.

“What are you doing?” There was still a faint flush on his cheeks, but now his eyebrows were furrowed as well.

“For such a big flirt, you’re pretty oblivious” I smirked in amusement at the effect I had on him.

“What...?” To be honest, the way he frowned was pretty cute. Like a confused puppy, with head tilt and all. My heart skipped a beat at the sight.

“Steve…” I chuckled, spreading my smile to his lips.

“So I am your type, after all” The adorable innocent expression was soon replaced with the usual cool flirty one as he recovered. “I knew it!”

“Not really, you’re just-” Before I could finish my sentence, Steve continued.

“No, yeah, totally! I mean, maybe it’s that you don’t have a type” He scoffed, almost talking to himself now. “Because if you did I would probably be it, I’m everyone’s type! Well, maybe not everyone’s but… I mean, I’m an idiot… I’m just used to people liking me and I wanted you to like me and… shit, that sounded really stupid, huh, I-“

Needing him to shut up already, I put my hand on his nape and shoved him closer to me. His lips had just looked so enticing that I needed to taste them. When they finally pressed against mine, I closed my eyes in pure bliss.

I hadn’t expected to be overcome with so many feelings when we kissed, but if anything, that was further proof that I liked him. A lot. My skin tingled, butterflies flew in my stomach, and the kiss was so wonderful that I didn’t want to stop. We only did when we realized we were gasping for air as we had been passionately moving our lips in sync.

When we did, Steve looked me in the eyes. I chuckled in embarrassment and he grinned. Our foreheads touched, and we infected the laughter to the other in low chuckles.

We lingered in that position for several seconds, gently holding on to each other as we floated in the pool. There were no words, no sounds, just the murmur of our breathing and the soft swaying of the water. Steve and I looked into each other’s eyes, seemingly entranced by what we saw in each other. By the tenderness and adoration in each other’s glances. And it was perfect.

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unnuevosoltransformalarealidad · 5 years ago

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Wishes

Summary: It’s the birthday of the reader, and she only has one wish.

Characters: Sam, Dean, Gabriel (Mention),Sister!Reader

Fandom: Supernatural

Word Count: 3926

Prompt #25: I just want a nice, easy life. What’s wrong with that?”

A/N: It was written for the #luluk4kwritingchallenge for @holylulusworld I hope you like it!

A/N 2: This is my first fic ever, so any comment on what to get better are welcomed. This fic is inspired in “The french mistake” episode. Also, I started writing this on my birthday, and is the way I pictured it. Sorry for any grammar or spelling mistake, English is not my mother tongue but I did my best.

The guys and Y/N were coming back in Baby from an easy hunt, just salt n burn, but Y/N was really exhausted that she fell asleep immediately. When they arrived at the bunker, Dean woke Y/N and he helped her to get to her room.

Y/N was really tired, not only physically, but also mentally. She wanted to give up, she needed a break, she had spent her whole life doing it, and she was getting tired. After saying goodbye to her brothers, she went to her room to get some rest.

It was getting harder to get some sleep after a hunt, so she started to write everything in a journal, like the one that they use that John, her father wrote, but this journal wasn’t nothing like the one that John wrote, this journal had her feelings, her thoughts, everything that she went through her life. Usually, she wrote in it at night, when she was alone, because she preferred writing than speaking to either of her brothers, it was easier. This night was not different at all, she was writing about the hunt, about the cheap motel where they stayed, about Dean and his love of junk food and pie, about the morning runs that Sammy did, and the most important thing for her, that day was her 25th birthday, and she was upset, because neither of her brothers remember it, and because she expected to at least enjoy that day as a normal person would do. But she knew that something that simple like celebrate a birthday it’s impossible.

That night, before going to sleep, she went to the kitchen to drink some water, when she had a quick encounter with Sam. They had a different relationship than the one she had with Dean. Sam had something with her that with only seeing her he knew what was going on with her. Sam notice immediately that Y/N was off, and he knew exactly what was it. Before leaving Y/N alone in the kitchen he asked “Are you okay? “

“Yes.” Y/N said – “Why?”

“You seemed a little off today during the hunt Sam said. “

Before answering, she consider if it was the best telling Sam the truth, eventually he was going to find out, like he always did, but before thinking she said “I just want a nice, easy life. What’s wrong with that?”

Sam was surprised; he didn’t know that, actually he didn’t expect that answer. He approached to Y/N and he gave her a quick hug before saying something. He took those minutes to think what to say.

“I know you’re tired, and I know that you never had the chance to have an easy life. I never had either, but this is what we do. It’s not normal, but there’s nothing wrong to what you want” Sam said. Y/N looked at his brother with tearing eyes when she snapped.

“This life, our lifestyle sucks. I never had the chance to go to parties with friends, because there was always a hunt, there was always something more important than our lives. I never spent two months in the same school. I never had the chance to have friends, real friends. I never could do anything. And now, that I’m grown up, I can’t even go to college.” She said, and added “You probably wouldn’t understand because you came back to Dean and Dad, and never left. Although you said that you would never coming back after you left”.

Sam was hurt, but what Y/N was true. He didn’t know what to say, and because he didn’t answer and was staring at Y/N, she left the kitchen saying “I wish I had a chance to change everything and not living this life, because it sucks”.

Sam went to Dean’s room to talk to him about what happened with Y/N. Sam explained everything “Look man, I think we screwed it. Y/N is really pissed and she has every right to be it. You know what day is today? - Sam asked. Dean hesitated but he didn’t answer.

“Today is her birthday, she turned 25 and we didn’t even congratulate her. We were more worried about this crappy ghost than her.” Sam said.

“We have to make it up for her” Dean said. “Tomorrow we are going to do everything she wants. It’s at least what we can do for her. She deserves it” Dean added.

“We can’t wait until tomorrow, Dean. Her birthday is today and she is pissed off” Sam said. “I’ll see what I can do. In the mean time, go and buy something to her”.

Y/N was in her bedroom, crying, but those tears weren’t because she was sad, she was upset. Neither of her brothers remembered her birthday, none of them said anything. They spent the whole day together and they didn’t say a thing. She needed someone to talk but she didn’t have any true friend she could trust about her life. Y/N, also thought about calling Cass, but it wasn’t the best because he was going to talk with the boys and they didn’t need to know. So, Y/N had one choice left, and that was Gabriel. They had been best friends for a while now, they had a really great bond, and she really trusted him.

She didn’t even have to think about calling him that he was with her by her side, hugging her.

“What’s going on love?” Gabriel asked concerned. “Why are you so upset? Is it because of your birthday?”

Y/N didn’t answer; she was trying to calm herself in the arms of her best friend. “What did they do to you? Gabriel asked firmly. Y/N took some minutes to thought about telling him or not what had happened and before she could realize, she was telling him everything.

“I know today is your birthday, and I know that today is a special day for you because, as you said it before, it’s the only day where you can be “normal” like the rest of the world. But you need to know that YOU are special every day, and you don’t need to have a “normal” life like the rest of the world, because your life is special because YOU make it special. You have to understand that love”. Gabriel said to Y/N, getting too emotional for the first time since the day had started. Sam & Dean approached to her bedroom with a cake and some gifts for her, but they got shock when they saw Gabriel there with her, holding her in a tight hug.

“We didn’t know you had visitors tonight Y/N/N. I didn’t see him coming” Dean complains. “Back off Dean. Don’t be a jerk. It’s her birthday today; she can have anything or anyone.” Sam said to Dean. They gave Y/N her gifts and they made her blow the candle so she could have the three wishes.

Sam could figure out one of the wishes that Y/N was going to ask because of the conversation they had earlier. He wanted to make sure that Y/N understood that it’s was difficult what she was asking for. It was too risky, they managed to keep her under the radar for most of her life, they didn’t want to cause any troubles to her, and so the best was to keep her under the radar the most.

Y/N was tired because of the hunt, so her brothers left the room quickly so Y/N was able to rest a few hours at least. Sometimes the simple hunts were the worst, they were really exhausted. Gabriel stayed with Y/N on her bedroom until she fell asleep. Y/N said one thing to Gabriel, not paying attention because she was practically fully slept, so, she didn’t register what actually said and to whom. “I wish we could have a normal life like the rest of the world just for one day.” Y/n said before falling asleep completely. Gabriel was worried about her friend and he knew he needed to prove her that what he said earlier was true.

Y/N woke up, grabbed her phone and went to the kitchen to have breakfast with her brothers. She decided to forget what had happened the night before with her brothers about the whole birthday thing; she wanted to make sure that they had understood that she was just having a difficult time. When she got to the kitchen, she saw that Sam was making breakfast wearing a suit.

“Nice outfit” Y/N said.

“Ha Ha. Very funny. Always the same joke” Sam replied. “It’s getting a little too obvious, you are making it every day to either me or Dean, you’ll have to find a new one” Sam told you while giving you your breakfast.

“Why are you still on your pajamas? You are supposed to be ready, you are going to be late for college” Dean scolded. Y/N didn’t say anything; she was not able to understand what was going on. Dean & Sam stood in front of her, looking at her with worried faces.

“Are you okay?” Sam asked “You don’t seem fine” he added.

“Sweetie, is everything okay?” Dean asked.

Y/N was speechless; she didn’t know what to say. Everything was so confusing that the only thing she could say was “Is there a case, right? You are only making fun of me because of last night”

“Stop joking Y/N! Finish your breakfast and go change! We’re already late!!” Dean said angrily.

After some minutes and without any trace of Y/N, Sam went to her room to see if she was ready. “Sweetheart, are you ready? You’re going to be late for your class” Sam said to Y/N. Because he didn’t get any answer, he decided to enter the room. He found Y/N lying on her bed; it looked like she was sleeping. “Y/N/N, are you okay?” Sam said approaching to the bed, “Do you feel fine? What’s wrong? Sam insisted but he got no answer. Sam left the room, and went to find Dean.

“Where’s she? It’s already too late!” Dean said frustrated.

“Y/N is not coming with us.” Sam answered; “She is still in bed; it seems that she had fallen asleep again. I’m staying with her today. I think she is getting sick” Sam said to Dean.

“She can’t skip school again” Dean said to Sam. “I know” Sam said “but she seems not t be fine. I rather be here with her, and not sending her to school and then have to pick her up in the middle of the day.” Sam said rationally to Dean.

Sam went to his bedroom to change his clothes and Dean went to work. After changing to more comfy clothes, Sam went to check on Y/N to see if she was better.

“Kiddo, you good in here?” Sam asked before entering the room. He saw her the same way she was a few minutes ago, something was different in Y/N, he could tell and he needed to know what was it. Y/N didn’t move from the bed when Sam entered; she pretended she was asleep so he wouldn’t bother her. She notice that her bed sunk in, and two strong arms holding her.

Sam was holding her, he didn’t know what was going on with her, but he felt that holding her was what she needed. “You know you can talk to me, right? Dean was being a jerk today, don’t worry about him” Sam said to Y/N, trying to make her feel safe.

They stayed in that position for what it felt like hours, Y/N decided to move, Sam released her a little so she could get a little more comfortable in the bed. Y/N knew that Sam was there, but she didn’t say anything. “What’s going on sweetheart?” Sam said worried.

Y/N moved from Sam’s grip to get a better view of him and said “I don’t get it. Last night you were worried about me. Dean got a little upset to me during the hunt, but today you two seem that you don’t remember anything”.

Sam looked at her confused and said to her “What are you talking about Y/N? What hunt?”

Y/N sat on the bed to be in front of him. “Come on Sam, that ghost we hunt yesterday. It was just salt and burn. Something simple we could do with our eyes closed” Y/N said to Sam, she was getting annoyed by all this “confusion” that her brothers were having to her.

“Babe, there is no such a thing as ghosts. They are just Halloween stories” Sam said. “Probably was a night-“

“So, why are we living in this bunker and not in a house, like regular people?” Y/N cut off Sam.

“We are living here, because this place belonged to our grandfather, and to his grandfather before him, this place belongs to the Winchester.” Sam said

“It’s our legacy, I know that.” Y/N said while rolling her eyes. “I need some fresh air. I can’t be here anymore”. She added, while leaving the room. “Wait for me Y/N! I’m coming with you!” Sam yelled from the bedroom so Y/N could hear him before leaving.

Sam and Y/N were outside of the bunker walking around. “So… why were you wearing a suit this morning if there wasn’t a case?” Y/N asked intrigued.

“Well… Actually, with Dean we are working in a case. I don’t know if that’s what you meant, but…” Sam got interrupted by one of the neighbors.

“What was the case about? You know who that is?” Y/N asked a little distracted because of what had happened.

“Sweetheart, you know that we don’t discuss our work with you. That person is one of the workers in the supermarket where I bought all the crappy food, like Dean likes to call it. Everything is fine?” Sam answered and noticed that something has caught Y/N attention.

“Why? Am I not part of the team? I have every right to know about the case. How am I supposed to help you with research if I don’t know?” Y/N said angry- “I’m fine, it’s that I think I saw something weird. Never mind”.

“You know why Y/N. We know that you are part of the team, but not right now. You have to focus first on finish your degree so then you can start working with us. It’s not fair if we give you more work besides all the work you have for college. You need to understand that” Sam said when he realized that Y/N was behind him looking at nowhere. Definitely something was into her, because she was too distracted. “Hey! Y/N! Come on up!” Sam hurried Y/N. “Did you listen what I said?” Sam asked concerned.

“Yeah. And I don’t get it. Why do I have to wait? Why is so important to you though?” Y/N asked pissed off because of what her brother had just said.

“We both are lawyers with Dean, and if we make you work without your degree would be illegal, besides you are only on your second year, and I don’t know why, but this year you are far behind with your classes and your grades. Something is going on with you and you are not talking” Sam said; he was tired of your behavior. “Let’s go back to the house and we keep talking with Dean as well.” Sam finally said breathing out more calmly, when he noticed that Y/N was no longer by his side, and she was out of sight.

Sam rushed to the bunker “Come on Dean… Pick up, pick up, pick up.” Sam said waiting for an answer from Dean; he didn’t get any response from Dean. When he entered the bunker he saw Dean in the library searching for something. “Hey! Have you saw Y/N? I think she might have a book that I need” Dean said to Sam; “I don’t know where is she, Dean.” Sam said upset.

“What?” Said Dean pissed off- “How this is possible that you don’t know where is is she?” Dean was really angry.

“I don’t know man, one minute she was with me and the other she was out of my sight. I don’t have any idea where she might have gone” Sam said trying to be as calm as possible.

“What did you say to her? Clearly it was something that pissed her off” Dean said blaming his brother.

“We were talking about us wearing suits this morning, about why we don’t tell her anything about the cases we work, why she is not working with us yet and…” Sam stops talking.

“And what?!” Dean yelled at Sam; “Sammy come on! What did you say?” Dean asked a little more calmly.

“I told her about her grades and that she was skipping too many classes” Sam finally admits

Dean looked at Sam worried, because his little sister was missing, and frantically, they didn’t have any idea where she could be. “I’m going to track her phone. I need to know that she is fine” Dean said, avoiding his brother’s gaze.

“You know what is odd; this morning she told me that last night we went to a hunt the three of us.” Sam remembered the anecdote that Y/N told him.

Dean stopped what he was doing to look at his brother surprised. “Us? In a hunt? What we were hunting?” Dean asked with curiosity.

“Ghosts. Believe it or not, that’s what she told me” Sam said laughing at Dean’s face of confusion.

“There is no such a thing as ghost. They don’t exist.” Dean said to Sam while tracing Y/N’s phone on the computer.

“That’s what I told her.” Sam said to Dean.

“Well, this is weird.” Dean said to Sam pointing to the screen where Y/N’s phone was located.

“Where’s it? Sam asked “I don’t recognize the place” Sam admitted.

“It’s the cemetery near here. Why is her phone there?” Dean said grabbing his car keys.

“I don’t know man, but we need to check it out” Sam said following his brother.

Y/N was with a person in the cemetery that she followed when she was walking with Sam. That person looked like Gabriel, her best friend, but I wasn’t him. She had a feeling that something was different in the whole place, like she was in a different alternative.

Sam and Dean found Y/N near a grave; they approached her with caution, they didn’t want to scare her. Dean sat next to her; she looked at him with a sad face. He could tell that something had happened to her when she was alone. “It’s ok if you don’t want to talk about it, but let’s go home its getting dark” Dean said hugging her and tossing the car keys to Sam.

The trip back to the bunker was silent, Dean never left Y/N, he had an arm around her to let her know that everything was fine. When they arrived to the bunker, they went to the library to speak with her; Y/N was willing to do it.

“Why did you leave me Y/N? I was so worried about you.” Sam said with those puppy eyes he makes.

“I thought that I recognize someone, so I followed to the cemetery, but I was mistaken. I’m sorry to worry you. I didn’t mean to.” Y/N said with an apologetic look.

“Its ok sweetheart, but next time, let us know.” Dean said assuring Y/N that they weren’t mad at her. “And, if you don’t mind asking, who was this person you followed?” Dean asked curiously.

“You might not believe me, but when I was walking with Sam, I saw that there was a person who was in the other side of the street, watching us carefully, and every time I looked at it, either started walking to the other direction we were heading, or looked to other side like waiting for someone. And always was with a different hat.” Y/N started talking- “At first, I thought that was my mind making it up but then I saw this person’s face and recognize it, so I followed him.” She was interrupted by Sam “So, that’s why you were a little behind me”. “Yeah, and that’s when I saw his face. When you got distracted, I crossed the street and started following him. He went directly to the cemetery, and sat in the bench in front of a grave pretty old. The same bench you found me.”

“Did you talk to him?” Dean interrupted Y/N. “Yes, I wanted to see his face. Unfortunately, I was mistaken. I apologized to the person, and this person left. And that’s when you found me.” Y/N finished talking. She was really upset and embarrassed of what had happened.

“Sweetheart, everything is ok. Don’t worry” Sam assured Y/N.

“I’m going to my room to get shower and study a little before dinner. It’s ok?” Y/N asked to her brothers.

“Of course Y/N/N. Go and do whatever you need. We will let you know when dinner is ready. Don’t worry about anything”. Dean said, and kissed her forehead.

Y/N left the library and went directly to her bedroom. She had told her brothers what had happened after she left Sam and followed this person. That part of the story was true, but she didn’t tell them the whole story.

When Y/N got to the cemetery, this person was in the bench looking at an old grave; when she approached him, this person left a piece of paper on the bench and left, giving no time to Y/N to asked who was it. The grave had two things, a name and a sad and happy mask, the name of the grave was “Gabriel”. She knew that it was a message from his best friend; and the piece of paper was a letter.

Dear Y/N:

I know you might hate me because of this, but it was the only thing that came up to my mind to show you what we talked. And, of course, I wanted to have a little fun with you. I’m sorry that I had to do it this way, but I hope, I really hope, you could understand that your life is perfect the way it is; and the minimum change you make, it can be disastrous. You are special, don’t ever change it.

I hope you forgive me. Lots of love

PS: Next time you want to wish something, think it twice.

The Trickster

Y/N knew it was him. It’s something that he always does. Y/N went to get shower, and then she went to bed. She wanted to wake up and finish what Gabriel had made up.

Y/N wake up in the middle of the night, she went to the kitchen to refill her glass with water. That’s when she found her brothers talking.

“What are you doing up so late?” Y/N asked her brothers.

“We weren’t able to sleep, you?” Sam said.

“I’m thirsty.” Y/N said and before refilling her glass, she hugged Sam first and the Dean. “Sorry about last night, I love you both. My life is perfect with you two” Y/N said before leaving the kitchen.

Sam and Dean weren’t able to say anything because Y/N had already left the kitchen.

“What was all that about?” Dean asked surprised.

“I don’t know” Sam answered- “But let’s get to bed now, so tomorrow we can celebrate her birthday”. Sam finally said before heading to his room.

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