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Captain America: Civil War ft. Static (9) | s.r

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Stark!Reader, Tony Stark x Stark!Reader (siblings)

Genre: Angst city babyyyy

Summary: Zemo has a revelation in store for the Stark siblings, and suffice it to say neither of them takes very kindly to being betrayed by someone they had once trusted with their life.

(These scenes incorporate y/n, codename—Static, into the pre-existing story as a character without making drastic changes to the plot or mythos. All the major plot points from the MCU remain in place with the addition of the reader as Static, who is not only a Stark but also enhanced. Whatever events from the canon aren’t mentioned, take place without much change.)

Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of Past Trauma, Canon Typical Violence, Accident?

a/n: My writing speed is that of a fucking turtle.

“Ross has no idea I'm here. I'd like to keep it that way. Otherwise, I gotta arrest myself,” she hears Tony’s voice ring out somewhere ahead.

“Well, that sounds like a lot of paperwork,” she can hear Steve’s desperation for truce in his response.

Y/n can glitch in right now. She’s at the end of the corridor, a couple of steps and she’ll be with them. But not yet. She’s desperate for there to be a solid sign of the truce. She isn’t sure she can watch her brother and the man she loves with her body and soul fight any more. It’s been tearing her apart.

The truce—even a temporary one—is all she can hope for. And apparently good things come to those who wait.

“It's good to see you, Tony.” Steve adds finally.

“You too, Cap.” Tony responds. A smile breaks out on her face. “Hey, Manchurian Candidate, you're killing me. There's a truce here. You can drop the…” she hears Tony say and she knows that is the right moment.

Sergeant Barnes lowers his weapon and the moment he does, she miscalculates by an inch and glitches in just behind him.

“Am I interrupting something?”

The progression of Sergeant Barnes’ gun changes instantly. It’s aimed at her within the second. The response time on the man is beyond absurd. She’d go as far as to say it’s impressive if she weren’t, you know? Whatever, you get it.

Her hands fly up. “Easy there, Sergeant!”

“What the hell are you doing here?” Tony asks from where he’s standing down the stairs, in front of Steve.

Slowly, with her hands still up, she descends down the stairs to stand between the two most important men in her life. “What the fuck does that even mean? You thought I was going to leave you two alone after the shit you’ve been pulling in the last 72 hours?”

“I didn’t think you’d come,” Steve adds, with a hint of hope in his words. If she were looking his way, she’s sure she could spot the curve of his lips forming the most subtle smile. She absolutely loves seeing that smile… but she doesn’t really wanna look his way, in the general direction of the man right behind Steve.

“I wish I hadn’t, then I wouldn’t have a gun pointed at me,” she retorts, eyes straight ahead, staring at the slimy gray walls of the HYDRA facility.

“Are you—” Tony takes a step closer to her, “Are you trying not to make eye-contact with Barnes?”

Her hands are still up as she’s facing Tony, “Yeah, no. I’m trying not to even look in his general direction. I’m still pretty scared of him.” She turns to the Sergeant but her eyes are locked on a spot on the floor that seems particularly interesting right now. “I’m extremely sorry, Sergeant Barnes, I mean no offense by this,” she looks to Steve, “but can you please make him put the gun down, it’s really not helping.”

“Bucky,” is all Steve has to say and instantly the gun’s down. It’s like whatever trance the Sergeant was in has broken. .

“I really am sorry,” she tries to tell him, looking vaguely in his direction. “It’s purely instinctual. It’ll fade… eventually. But for now…”

“I—” Sergeant Barnes tries but she cuts him off.

“We’ll talk about this, but not here and definitely not now.” Sergeant Barnes just nods slowly. Satisfied, she looks back at her brother and her boyfriend, “Let’s focus on stopping Zemo for now, rest we can figure out when time comes.”

With that sorted, all four of them begin making their way slowly down the corridor.

“I got heat signatures,” Tony comments.

“How many?” Steve asks.

“Uh, one,” Tony offers after a moment of consideration.

That makes Y/n halt her steps. Something’s off. She can feel something off. There’s a presence she can’t put her finger on. Not Zemo. Something else.

“What’s wrong?” Sergeant Barnes asks her.

She thinks it over for a second and then, “Nothing.”

As they walk into the vast chamber the lights come on. There are capsules in front of them, attached to the wall each one containing an enhanced soldier from the 1991 experiments. Hazy, yellow mist descends within the capsules. However, the bullet holes on the glass enclosures is what scares the shit out of her.

“They’re… They’re dead,” Y/n notes.

There’s a short crackle and a voice sounds out from the speakers. “If it’s any comfort, they died in their sleep.” It’s Zemo. Her eyes fly from Tony to Steve who seem to be having the same realization. “Did you really think I wanted more of you?”

“What the hell?” Sergeant Barnes questions under her breath.

“I’m grateful to them, though. They brought you here.” Zemo appears in a control room.

Before Y/n can warn him against it, Steve hurls his shield at him but it ricochets easily against the chamber and comes flying back to Steve.

“Please, Captain,” Zemo’s voice is laced with a smirk. “The Soviets built this chamber to withstand the launch blast of UR-100 rockets.”

“I’m betting I could beat that,” Tony retorts, walking closer.

“Oh, I’m sure you could Mr. Stark… Given time,” Zemo taunts. “But then you’d never know why you came.”

“You killed innocent people in Vienna just to bring us here?” Steve questions Zemo from across the glass window of the chamber.

Zemo, fucking, smirks.

It should terrify her, and to some extent it does. But there’s something in his eyes, something so familiar to her that she can’t believe she’s seeing it reflected back. She’s seen that look in her own eyes in the mirror for decades.

It’s fire. It’s fire and it’s rage and it’s as personal as it can get.

“I thought about nothing else for over a year. I studied you. I followed you. But now that you’re standing here, I just realized… there’s a bit of green in the blue of your eyes,” Zemo notes, and fuck if that doesn’t creep the shit out of her. “How nice to find a flaw.”

“You’re Sokovian,” Steve notes. “Is that what this is about?”

“Sokovia was a failed state long before you blew it to hell. No.” Zemo dismisses the assessment so easily, so carelessly, it’s making all the damn alarm bells go off in her system. “I'm here because I made a promise.”

Steve studies Zemo for a second and then,, “You lost someone?”

His eyes darken.

Y/n knows that feeling, this feeling. She knows it through and through.

Zemo clicks his tongue, then, “I lose everyone. And so will you.” He presses something on the console to his right. Instantly the computer on Steve’s right lights up. Something flashes on screen, Y/n can’t help herself, getting more curious by every passing word of the conversation, she walks over to Steve, to the computer.

16 Декабрь 1991

She… she’s not sure how to…

What’s happening?

This isn’t—this isn’t…

“An empire toppled by its enemies can rise again. But one which crumbles from within? That’s dead…” Zemo’s words are dangerous.

“Anthony,” is all that Y/n can choke out. It’s probably her tone, and the use of his full name that brings Tony rushing over to her side.

She reaches for his hand. Instinctually, Tony disassembles his armor from his hand so he can hold hers.

When Tony looks at the freeze frame of a secluded road and the date on the tape, December 16 1991, his eyes rove with anxiety. “I know that road. What is this?”

As the tape begins to play, the horror unfolds in front of her eyes. She watches unable to breathe with an iron grip on the Iron Man.

She watches the car crash, she watches Howard Stark plead only to be shocked at the face of his assailant. She watches as her bloodied-up best friend, the person who saved her, the person who gave her a home—the person who gave her a family—is struck in the head with a metal arm. She watches on as Howard’s body slumps, falling to the ground lifelessly. His corpse is then dragged back and placed in the driver’s seat of the car.

Then the assailant moves on to the next target, the collateral damage, Maria. He walks over to the passenger seat of the car where Maria is calling for Howard. She watches Maria plead for help but help doesn’t arrive. Instead, expressionless, the assailant chokes the life out of her. Maria Stark dies. The kindest woman she’s ever known in her life is drained of her life and left like trash at the corner of an unnamed road.

The Winter Soldier then walks up and aims the gun at the surveillance camera and shoots it.

The screen goes black.

Y/n had some semblance of an idea that perhaps yes, Howard and Maria Stark’s death wasn’t an ordinary accident. She’d desperately begged Peggy to look into it, with Thompson and Souza. They had and gave it the all clear.

But in this moment, she thinks—she realizes, perhaps she always knew the truth and was too afraid to look into it. Because if not then, why didn’t she investigate it herself? Back then she’d given herself the excuse that Tony needed her more than the investigation. She’d told herself that she’d be too biased to conduct a sound inquiry. Her feelings would’ve gotten the entire thing too muddled up and messy. She told herself it was the smarter thing to maintain distance.

That was all horseshit.

She was a scared little kid on the streets of Madripoor once again. She’d lost her family and was walking around without a place to call home and the thought of having to fight HYDRA on top of that would’ve been too much. She’d looked the other way, let things slide, let the murder of her only family slide on account of being a fucking pussy.

And now, she has to confront the truth.

“Did you know?” Tony asks Steve somewhere behind her.

She can’t take her eyes off the now black screen.

“I didn’t know it was him,” Steve answers.

“Don’t bullshit me, Rogers! Did you know?”

There’s silence for a few seconds, a long, long few seconds, and then, “Yes.”

That—now that makes Y/n turn.

She only catches Steve’s eyes for a second, before Tony’s punching Steve and reengaging the Iron Man helmet.

More things happen, the fight’s broken out, she’s sure more shit goes down but something just pricked her in the back of her neck and she’s feeling a little dizzy. Everything feels… so fucking heavy.

Y/n can still hear the commotion from the fight between the men but it seems distant.

“My apologies, Miss Stark, you imbalance the scales too much,” Zemo’s voice rings out on the speaker. “You’ll be back in the game in just a little while.”

“You ever plan on opening your eyes, sleeping beauty?

“What have you got against my happiness, you cruel, cruel man?”

“I’m not the one who wanted to do this, remember?”

“Has anyone ever told you you’re an ass?” She dragged herself out of the passenger seat of the car. Stretching to unfold her joints, she shoved the man next to her just for the fun of it.

“I’ve got a list of ‘em under my bed, you want to be the latest addition?” He threw back with a smile. Say what you will about the man, but no one can ever deny that Howard Stark had a killed smile.

“Smart ass,” she chided him without much heat.

“Yeah, yeah. Tell me something new,” he retorted, hand waved in dismissal. “You ever gonna tell me why we’re here? As far as I recall, I was promised the best bachelor party known to mankind.”

She rolled her eyes. “I didn’t promise jackshit, dickwad. I told you we were going to Atlantic City, the rest you made up all in your head, all by your lonesome.”

“What’s a man supposed to think when his best friend tells him that the bachelor party road trip is going to be to Atlantic City?” He pulled a box of cigarettes from his pocket. He put the cigarette between his lips and lit it.

They were leaning on their broken down car, parked on the beach—parked, however would be a generous term. They’d pushed it off the highway onto the beach as a makeshift camp site. The sun was setting ahead of them, slowly being swallowed up by the waves. The wind blew in their faces, as the cars passed by behind them. It made the shit-show of a road trip seem almost worth it… if you didn’t include their car breaking down in the middle and having to push it for a couple miles. Yeah, pretty worth it apart from that one slight glitch.

“I’m your best friend?” She asked, absolutely confused.

Howard just looked at her once before breaking out in maniac laughter. “What sorta question is that?”

“A genuine one,” she told him, serious as ever. “Howie, you serious? I’m your best friend?”

“Yeah, Stark! Obviously you’re my best friend, who else?” He replied, still laughing his ass off.

“Any fucking body, man. Even Jarvis seems like a more likely option than… me,” she answered.

“That’s some horse shit, Stark and you know it! We live together, we work together, we shit together, eat together. I don’t think I’ve seen anyone’s face as much as I’ve seen yours in the last couple years. You’ve got my last name, damn it. Who the fuck else would be my best friend?” He was looking at her then, genuinely concerned. He seemed like she was asking him if the moon truly revolved around the Earth.

“I… I thought all that—all that’s shit you have to live through cause Peggy dumped me on you,” she provided meekly.

That apparently irked him some. “You think I do all that shit with you cause of Peggy?” He asked.

She nodded in a simple reply.

That apparently was not the right move.

He threw the cigarette to the ground, quite angry now, “Why the fuck would I? I’m not a saint and you know it. I never have been. You could count all my good deeds on one hand and all of them had a selfish reason behind it.” He began to pace.

“What was the reason behind this one?”

He looked at her, eyes wide in astonished fury. “The reason behind letting you into my life was that you are by far the only person who understands me. You are the only person I have ever met who’s never asked me to mold myself into something I’m not, while simultaneously encouraging me to be better. You’ve been in my corner, without hesitation and you’ve ripped me a new one when I’ve been wrong. You, Stark, are the only person I’ve ever met who is able to make me believe I am a good man, and understand that I can be better!” He seemed like he was about to blow a gasket. “People see me, see an ass and let me be. You are probably the only person who looks at me and sees the complexities, the entire picture of me as a man. No one gets me, Stark, not even me… Not like you do.

“At the end of the day, sharing a beer with you, working on cars with you, bitching about S.H.I.E.L.D. with you, that shit keeps me sane. Part of me’s so fucking glad you quit, cause now you’re not gone for days on end for stupid fucking missions. Cause then I get to sit with you and chat about absolutely nothing.” He was still pacing. “You really thought I did all that out of the goodness of my heart? You think I gave you my name cause Peggy asked me to?”

She nodded again, which again was apparently not the right call.

“FUCK, Stark! If I were such a giver I would’ve joined the fucking Red Cross! I gave you my name cause you are my family, damn it!”

“Oh.”

“Oh?!” He raged, not pacing anymore. Facing her, he asked, “That’s all you got?”

She thought for a second, looked over at the man who was standing in front of her, wearing a t-shirt and jeans like any normal dude. The last time she saw the man without a suit and tie was a long time ago, he looked much less of a dick this way.

“We came here for, i don’t know, for something like a… a last hurrah. I found a place downtown. That and—” she was cut off.

“What?” Howard Stark looked like someone had just punched him in the gut.

“I found a place downtown,” she told him. “Gimme a week or so, I’ll be out before the wedding.”

“What?”

She hesitated, “I’d be out sooner but I don’t really own… furniture?”

“WHAT?”

She didn’t know how to respond to this line of questioning anymore. “What do you mean what?”

“Is this about what happened? If you’re mad at me, which you have every right to be, let’s fight it out. Punch me if you want, Stark. I’ll take it!” He looked so desperate, it threw her for a spin.

“No! No, this isn’t about that,” she told him, because it’s not.

“Then why else would you talk about moving out?” He didn’t let her answer. He took a couple steps towards her. He fumbled with his words, going back and forth before he looked at her and said, “Look, I understand what I did… I wa—I was way out of line. But I am truly sorry, Stark. I promise you, it will never happen again. I… My head wasn’t in the right place. I thought if I found something—no I don’t know. I thought I could help. You were struggling with controlling your powers, so I thought maybe I could find something to help you with it. I thought I’d tell you if I found something, and if I didn’t then… Then no harm done, right?” He seemed beyond desperate.

“It’s not about that, Howie.”

“Come on! I know you’re pissed at me! Just say it!”

She walked past him, with her back to him and her face to the ocean ahead, she replied, “I am not pissed at you, Howie…”

“Don’t bullshit me.”

She exhaled deeply. “I’m hurt, not pissed.”

“Is that why you want to move out?” He asked, his voice small.

She turned to him then, “What? No! You’re my best friend, dickwad. I ain’t ditching you cause you did something profoundly stupid?”

“I’m your best friend?” Howard asked.

She rolled her eyes. “Fuck off, asshat.”

He took a step towards her. “No, seriously. I thought, after what I pulled…”

“You were an ass, yes. It was a breach of trust and like I said, I am… I’m pretty hurt… But that’s got nothing to do with any of this.”

“Then?”

“You’re getting married, man. I can’t keep crashing on your couch once your wife’s around,” she explained. “How is she gonna feel?”

“Elated,” he answered easily. Before she could argue, continued, “I think Maria is more excited about sharing the place with you than me. Something about you being a better cook or whatever.” He leaned on the car again, pulling out a fresh cigarette, he lit it.

“Oh so it’ll be you, your wife and the freeloader on the couch? One big happy family?” She was frankly really confused about the entire arrangement.

He rolled his eyes. “Yeah, right. I’ve never bought groceries a day in my life, and yet the fridge is always stocked. You’re the farthest thing from a freeloader, Stark. And besides, I’m not as big a dumbass as you think I am, you know? I’m not gonna make her move into my room that shares a wall with yours.”

“Then?” She asked, motioning him to pass the cigarette to her. She took a drag.

“I live in a mansion, you idiot. We’ll move into the master-bedroom, like God fucking intended I’ll turn my old room into my lab, which let’s be honest is already my lab, and we’ll be fine and dandy!” He took the offered cigarette from her hand and took a drag himself.

“Oh…”

“You really didn’t think I had a plan?” He asked with the smirk audible in his words.

She shook her head, “I thought moving out would be the kinder, smarter thing to do.”

“How?”

“I’d be done burdening you and it’d be less humiliating than you finding me a place as a way of politely telling me to fuck off,” she offered.

He looked at her again, “If after all these years you don’t already know that place is your home, then I have been doing something seriously wrong.”

Somewhere behind them, up the hill on the road, a car was parked as the two passengers were yelling out their names from inside it. It was Jarvis and Maria, calling out to them. She and Howard had called them asking for help once they knew their car couldn’t be saved even with the joint acumen of both friends.

They both turned at their names being yelled out. Looking back at the site of Maria waving at them, Howard’s head fell. “I really have been doing it wrong, haven’t I?”

She motioned for both of them to park the car and join them on the beach before turning to Howard. “You’ve been doing just fine.”

“I shouldn’t have lied to you about the experiments,” he stood up straighter. “If you want to move out because of all that shit, I understand. I’ll get you a place in New York, not too close but not too far either. And you don’t gotta worry about any furniture or any of that shit. I’ll get it sorted.” He turned over to Jarvis and Maria who were walking down the hill to them. “Hey Jarvis, what was the name of my realtor?” He shouted.

She punched him on the shoulder, hard.

“OWW! What was that for?”

“For betraying my trust and conducting experiments on my blood without my consent,” she told him, his face sobered instantly. So she punched him again.

“FUCK ME! WHAT WAS THAT FOR?”

“Thinking I cared for you so little that betraying me would change the fact that you’re my best friend.”

“What in God’s name are the two of you doing?” Maria asked as she and Jarvis finally came to stand in front of them.

“Oh I was just about to ask Stark if I can punch for thinking you and I were going to kick her out,” Howard told Maria while looking at her with a smirk.

“You’re welcome to try.” She told him.

But Maria intervened, “What kind of nonsense is that? Why the hell would you move out?” Her tone is so stern it throws her off. “You’re family.”

And just like that, it was settled.

Y/n was a Stark.

When she wakes up, all she can hear is Steve’s voice ringing in her ears.

‘Don’t bullshit me, Rogers! Did you know?’

‘Yes’

Her eyes couldn’t focus. Try as she might, her head is too heavy for her vision to be anything but blurry. Everything’s too heavy. She tries to stand, but the weight of her bones seem so foreign, she can barely flip herself onto her stomach.

But then, she hears something. The sound of a metal clashing into metal.

And a yelp. Tony’s yelp.

That’s a war cry.

With whatever little strength she can muster up, she pushes herself off the ground. Stumbling across the hall, struggling to make her way through the broken pieces of concrete, she gets to the end of the corridor, to the sight of her brother, on his knees, being tag teamed by Sergeant Barnes and Steve Rogers.

Suffice it, all hell breaks loose.

Her armor is up within the second.

Instantly she glitches in front of Tony, between the two super soldiers. Punching Barnes in the throat, her focus lands on Steve.

“Y/n,” Steve tries, stumbling back.

“Steve,” she speaks evenly, as she takes a step towards him.

“Y/n, he didn’t know,” his words are haphazard, confused. He keeps stepping back, trying to put distance between himself and her.

She’s not going to let him go that easily. “Uh-huh.”

“HYDRA had brainwashed him,” Steve says.

Her fists clench.

“You know what that’s like, don’t you?”

And that—well, he shouldn’t have said that.

The first punch she throws lands straight on his jaw. She even hears it crack.

“Y/n,” he tries again, stumbling back.

“Talking part’s over, Rogers.” The second hit lands directly to his gut. He falls to his knees, she grabs his collar, dragging him upright, she hits him, and then hits him again, and again. As she’s going for another hit, a metal arm wraps around her wrist—halting her in the process.

Turning she faces Barnes. Knees him in the side, waits for him to recoil, for the hurt and lands a gorgeous uppercut. She grabs him by his shirt to keep him from falling. Pulling him back, she knees his other side, elbows him right to the face, once, twice, thrice before he blocks her.

He tries to land a hit to her side but she dodges easily. He’s using his right arm, instead of the metal one. It’s Barnes fighting her right now, not The Winter Soldier. She aims a kick to his temple but is blocked by Steve before she can land it. He pulls her by her leg, ready to throw her to the other side of the room only to get her off Barnes. He thinks she’s targeting him, that Barnes is her focus, the main subject of her anger.

He couldn’t be more wrong.

Mid motion of Steve yanking her off, she glitches out of his hand easily. She glitches in, less than a second later, only a couple steps ahead of him.

He yelps, shaking off his hand. The contact of his hand on her leg sent a bolt of electricity through his hand. She’s brimming with so much power right now, she’s kind of impressed with him still standing. He eyes her. She can see a confusion of determination and.. Fear.

It makes her a little cocky.

With a clenched jaw and a slight tilt of her head, she challenges both men to do their worst.

Steve attacks her from the left side, while Barnes takes her on from the right. It’s hubris at its best. Steve Rogers is holding back because he believes he’s stronger, he believes he might hurt her. Sergeant Barnes is afraid to even have the fight, he’s only fighting to protect his best friend. But otherwise, he’s ridden with guilt—guilt of killing Howard and Maria, guilt of all the people he killed when he was brainwashed by HYDRA, the guilt of torturing her relentlessly under HYDRA’s mind control. Barnes is fighting with his heart, not his head.

Both men have made the crucial and substantial error of pissing her off.

She reads their attacks easily, dodging most and letting Barnes hit Steve by just moving out of the way or using Steve’s momentum to land a punch on Barnes. Their fight pattern is old and boring, just like them. Barnes manages to land a hit to her leg, she gives it back to him two folds by wrapping her thighs around his throat and throwing him through the ground. Steve on the other hand barely manages to land a hit to her gut.

“Ugh!” She yells out, and the man halts instantly.

“Are you okay?” Steve asks, more out of habit than anything else.

Fucking idiot, she thinks, before kicking him straight in the chest. He stumbles back and falls on his ass. Furious at his naivete, he’s back on his feat instantly. With Barnes in toe, they jump back in on her.

But she sees them coming a mile away every single time—that’s the curse of fighting with your heart. It makes you predictable… if you know the person you’re up against.

There’s a hold, Steve’s shield against her punches, while the other hand’s occupied dodging attacks from Barnes. Steve looks at her then, right in the eyes before speaking between her punches, “Never thought you’d use it against me when I taught it to you.”

Belatedly, and only once the words leave Steve’s mouth does she realize that the move was his, he taught it to her on a sweet summery evening. They were covered in sweat and it felt sweeter than sin when one thing led to another and he’d tackled her to the ground for a completely different purpose altogether. She can practically feel her blood run cold.

The irony is, she would look back on this moment later and realise, that right now she’s doing the same fucking thing as the boys—fighting with her heart, with all the fire that’s burning inside of that small fragile little organ that her head doesn’t have a fucking chance against it. And unfortunately she doesn’t realize it until she makes the mistake of ignoring Barnes’ left arm. The metal arm.

Barnes lands blow right to her chest, the force of his super strength along with the metal fucking arm courtesy of HYDRA, sends her flying across the room. Her head hits the wall before she falls to the ground.

Her consciousness comes and goes, but she can swear she can hear Tony cursing at what she presumes are the offending party, Barnes and Rogers. But she can’t be too sure, the world seems to be slipping from her, like sand through her fingers.

“I know you always do, but I’ll say it just for my peace of mind—look out for Tony, will you?” Maria asked with such trepidation that one would think she genuinely was afraid the answer could ever possibly be anything except yes… AS IF.

But Y/n just nodded.

Maria nodded as well and then looking back she placed a kiss on Tony’s cheek.

“We’ll back by Monday morning,” Howard informed her, a little hesitant.

“Enjoy the fucking Bahamas,” Y/n had replied with a substantial amount of bitterness. She never appreciated it when they—more pointedly Howard—left Tony behind, so the bitterness came quite easily. And somehow it became the last thing she ever said to the two people who (along with Tony) constituted her entire family.

Her eyes open because of the sheer brightness of it. Her concussed brain cannot fathom what could possibly be radiating so much light. Until her eyes focus, then she sees it. Tony’s blast against Steve’s shield.

It breaks her heart.

Then they’re fighting again. Steve’s falling heavy on Tony. With emotions running so high, she’s sure Tony’s not quite focused on his training. He’s probably relying on F.R.I.D.A.Y. to examine his fight patterns. She wants to help, but her head feels heavy, like there’s a leak in it. Stretching a hand with all her might, she touches the offending leak on the back of her head and apparently it really is a leak, because when she brings her hand back in front of her, it’s covered in red.

She looks around for Barnes then, suddenly very worried for Tony’s safety. She can’t protect him from both of them if she’s injured. But when she spots him lying on the ground, left shoulder armless and in ruins, all her fear fades away and she’s only left with pity.

When she looks back at Tony, he’s turned the tides. Steve’s on the floor on his knees in front of him.

“He's my friend,” she hears Steve say in between heavy breaths. But even on his feet with Tony looming over him, Steve Rogers sounds nothing but determined.

“So was I,” Tony replies… heartbroken.

Tony punches him again, then again and then throws him off to the side. “Stay down. Final warning,” he warns, blasters pointed at Steve.

Steve struggles to his feet, his face bloody and his gate weary. He raises his fists and stares Tony down, “I can do this all day.”

Iron man raises his left palm ready to fire. Bucky grabs his leg and Tony spins, kicking him in the face. Steve grabs Iron Man and lifts him over his head, then throws him down, punches him and bashes his mask off with his shield before striking down hard on the suit's core.Tony looks horrified and glowers fearfully at Steve who pants for breath. Both have blood spattered across their faces. Steve looks back at Tony then shuts his eyes and slumps down.

Later, much much later she’ll realize Steve had slammed the shield onto the arc reactor at the center of Tony’s suit on purpose. She doesn’t know that right now. Right now it’s too late, she sees red.

Slowly and then all at once the ground begins to shake. All three men are confused for a second until it clicks, for Barnes before either of her two favorite men in her life. Barnes is the one who looks to her for an explanation for what could very easily be a natural calamity. The other two follow eventually.

“Y/n,” Steve tries.

But like she’s already pointed out, it’s too fucking late. She’s radiating power, too much of it. Only when the men begin covering their eyes does she realize she’s radiating light, too much of it. She’s on her feet, levitating, inches above the ground.

“Doll,” Steve tries again. He shouldn’t have.

Her hands clench and the building begins shaking.

Steve takes a few steps towards her, with something akin to love in his eyes perhaps but she doesn’t much care for it now. “Doll, you gotta hear me out.”

“No…” she thinks aloud, “No I don’t.” She lets her hands go free, there’s a wave of energy that explodes from her, it's bright and it’s pink and it’s pure unadulterated power. The walls begin to crack, pieces of the structure begin to fall and all she can do is relish the horror in Steve’s eyes as the realization of her strength dawns on him.

The sky above them becomes more visible as the building and its miscellaneous parts fall away, and the sky is a soft shade of pink. She’s moving each and every part of their surroundings, even the clouds. They’re rubbing against each other, thunder crackling above them. There’s heat in her power, just as much as there is inside her. She’s burning with it, she wants to burn Steve with it as well.

How fucking dare he raise that shield against Tony? Against Howard’s son? After everything he did for Steve? After everything Tony did for Steve? After everything she did for him… after all her love?

How fucking dare he?

Her armor is up in a second and she hits the ground. Before Steve can even comprehend what’s happening, she manifests her blade, before he can register it, she’s shoving away Barnes who had stepped in to protect his best friend, before he can even react, her blade is glowing bright and pink inches from his eyes, already at his throat.

“Y/n,” Tony calls out, and his voice is the only thing between her and the death of Captain America at her hands.

It takes everything in her to not give in, to not slide her blade a little further, it’s already cutting in, drawing a drop of blood. She watches it trickle down onto his uniform. It breaks her heart, it breaks her apart. She loved this man, she loves this man, body and soul. She is his, even now. She doesn’t know how to not be his. She doesn’t know how to stop loving him, she is not sure she wants to, even now. But this is the cost of betrayal.

Barnes tries to step in, but he’s quite broken already. Moreover, he’s not her sinner. She glitches away with Steve only a couple steps away. Barnes is about to try again when she presses the blade further in, only by a millimeter but it draws more blood and Barnes backs down immediately. He looks to Tony, hopelessly.

“Y/n,” Tony begins. “Let him go.” His voice is broken and strained as it takes everything in him to get back on his feet.

“Why?” She challenges. She’s raging, there’s so much inside her, so much brimming just under her skin, she’s electrified by it. The ground beneath her feet is shaking well enough that it’s cracking. They should be running, all of them should be running. Outside they can hear the structure crumbling to the ground, pieces of the building are falling all around them too.

“Because you love him, Y/n,” he tells her easily. There is no urgency in his voice, there is no fear either. He’s not worried about getting buried under the rubble, he’s not particularly worried about Steve either, she thinks. He’s speaking as if he’s just stating a fact, and a fact it is. “You love him so damn much.”

“So?” She watches Steve wince at her response, which wouldn’t throw her off all that much but he hadn’t even flinched when she’d first placed the blade against his throat.

“So?” Tony throws back, his voice rumbling alongside the thundering clouds. It’ll begin raining any second now. “So it’ll kill you to kill him.”

“He deserves it,” she tells Tony, because he fucking does.

“I know,” Tony acquiesce. “But you don’t. It’ll break you, Y/n. And I can’t… I can’t lose you too….”

She knows he’s right. If she kills him right here, right now, and she could, she really fucking could, Tony would lose her because she well and truly loves this man more than she needs air to breathe. Because with every one of her responses she watches his heart break and while it felt like vengeance, her heart is aching knowing that she caused it.

What the fuck does that even mean? She wants him to hurt, like he’s hurt her but causing him pain hurts her more than it harms him so what even is the fucking point?

What in the fuck is the motherfucking point?

“Fuck!” She curses.

She looks at Tony, covered in wounds and blood, who, just like her, is raging with anger only kept at bay out of reverence for her. He shakes his head.

“FUCK!” She yells out, another wave of power pulsing out of her, breaking the entire foundation of the building at once. And then swiftly, she pushes Steve away and rushes over to her brother, shouldering his weight.

Behind her, she hears Steve take a step towards her, but is stopped in his tracks when an entire staircase falls in front of him, blocking his path. It’s for the best. “Get out,” Tony tells him. “Get the fuck out of our lives, Rogers.” She doesn’t turn to look at Steve’s face at his words. She doesn’t want to know.

Steve begins leaving, helping Barnes up and shouldering his weight.

There’s rubble falling all around them when Tony calls out one last time. “That shield doesn't belong to you. My father made that shield!”

“You don't deserve it,” she says it only as a whisper but she knows he can hear it clear as day.

Steve stops, raises his chin, then drops the shield and walks away with Bucky's arm around his shoulder.

Before the entire thing can collapse on their heads, Y/n glitches Tony and herself outside, near his jet.

It begins raining. It’s not supposed to rain this time of year in Siberia, but with the amount of energy Y/n has let escape into the sky, the clouds had very little say on the matter.

They sit there on the snow, under the rain and watch as the building crumbles to the ground. It’s a fucking mess.

It’s silent but the animosity in the air is clear.

She knows he hates her right now and she can’t blame him all that much to be honest.

“You should have let me kill him,” she tells him.

Tony scoffs. “You should have let me kill Barnes.”

“Wasn’t his fucking fault he was brainwashed. He probably didn’t even remember till Zemo showed him the fucking tape. But Steve… he knew, and he lied to us.”

“You got great taste in men.”

Her jaw clenched, “You should have let me kill him then.”

“What would be the point?”

She doesn’t know the answer. But the terse tone of his voice is proof enough that a part of him blames her for it too. And well, he should. She could’ve done so much more about it all but instead she chose to fall for the man who lied to them about the death of their family. Of course he hates her. She hates herself.

Her phone chimes. Reluctantly she checks it. “Fuck,” she curses.

“Let me guess, in another 5 minutes I’m about to get a text from dear old Theadore about how he’s on his way ready to rain down hellfire?” Tony questions, clearly rhetorically. When she doesn’t respond, Tony clenches his jaw and says, “Get out of here, I’ll take care of it.”

“Tony,” she tries.

“Get out of here, Y/n!” Is all he says as he gets up and begins making his way inside his jet.

She stands there for a second, soaking in the rain, letting the snow beneath her feet burn her cold. And then she glitches away.

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sheadre · 4 years ago

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When Stars Collide (Jackson Wang x Reader) Part 2/2

Part One

Warnings: none

Jackson’s PoV.

He stared at his phone as he sat in his living room. Jackson felt so restless a long time ago, his heart was always thumping hard against his chest whenever he saw a picture of her. She was beautiful and her laugh was music to his ears. It’s been a week since he took her home after wrapping up the song at the studio. Ever since she debuted in N3XUS she drew his attention to herself in every music video or variety show.

Fans pointed out how badly her bandmates treated her and how much she was ignored by both the other girls and the company. She posted a few acoustic versions of their songs on her Instagram which left many people dumbfounded why her company was treating her so poorly. She was more than just talented. Jackson knew that he might fall in love with her right after he walked into the studio. Her voice was mesmerizing and it expressed so many feelings. He couldn’t help but stare at her in awe through the glass window.

He kept thinking back to that kiss she pressed onto his cheek as she said goodbye. He never thought he would feel like this. Even when he was so in love with Alice, it couldn’t compare to that buzzing he felt around (Name). Jackson sighed leaning back into his couch pulling a pillow into his arms, hugging it tightly. Then his phone went off startling him.

“Ey, man, I’m coming over with some take-out” sounded Bam Bam’s voice from the other end. “Jinyoung’s with me too.”

“Will you ever stop acting like you can just walk in here like you own the place?” Jackson sighed but smiled. Even after years of GOT7 ending, they were still as close as ever. Soon his doorbell rang and when he opened it, Bam Bam walked inside like he owned the place. He hung his head as he chuckled but his worry and nervousness never eased. Why couldn’t he just text her? Why was he so nervous?

“Hey man, you look like someone kicked your puppy” Bam Bam turned back to him while Jinyoung took his shoes off. Jackson’s response was silence as he walked over to the counter and started unpacking the food. “Wait, did Alice contact you again? Did she call you again?”

“No… the last time she did, I blocked her” Jackson shook his head while turning to the cabinets so he could grab plates and silverware.

“Then what’s wrong?” Jinyoung asked and his expression showed his worry for his friend.

“Ah, it has to be a girl! Did you get a new girlfriend? One night stand? Anything? Have you gotten laid ever since…?” Bam Bam was immediately interested making Jackson roll his eyes again.

“I have no idea, okay?” Jackson groaned as he planted himself in his couch with a pout on his lips. “We were connecting, wrote a song but… I don’t know…”

“Why are you not calling her? Just find out if she’s into you, man” his friend plopped down next to him. “It’s been so long since you looked at a woman other than as a friend. You need to get laid.”

“That is the only thing you can think about?” Jackson hit Bam Bam with a pillow. “I have no idea what to say…”

“Just text her ‘hi’ and she will respond, the pick up lines are so lame anyway but you can try them if you want her to run to the other end of the planet” Jinyoung chimed in making Jackson look at him as evilly as possible. The conversation quickly turned towards what everyone was doing and other things. It was relaxing to just let go of all the busy work days for a while and think about anything and nothing at the same time.

Then later that night, Jackson grabbed his phone and typed in those two letters with a winky emoji. His heart jumped in his chest but he decided to just put his phone down and take a shower first. He was tired and would have a long day the other day. When he finished with the shower, a message was waiting for him.

Time skip ~

A months went by and to his delight, the company wanted him and (Name) to shoot an MV for the song they collaborated on. It was tiring but he was filled with energy as he danced with her. She was so mesmerizing in her costume, her dance moves so smooth like she was born to do this and he thought so in reality. Jackson ever since seeing her perform on stage during a concert or in a music video, he thought that she was a natural. Her moves and gestures looked so effortless compared to the other girls in her band.

However, he knew that if you were passionate about what you were doing, people could achieve more than they would ever dream of. He was certain that she would achieve all her goals and more leaving everyone mesmerized. Then they were asked to perform on the newest Idol Producer during the live concert. The hype around the two of them was already large, fans wanted them to be together so when they appeared and he kissed her on stage, the whole place seemed to explode. They both agreed to it especially after the company asked them to show more intimate for the fans. It was too easy and he felt like no one was around them, like there was only the two of them. It was so sweet and he wanted to hold her and never let go. Jackson could see the same thing in her eyes but the moment ended with the music and she broke out of her trance.

To his disappointment, she had to leave the scene right after their performance for an interview with Elle. After that, they both had little time to even just chat with him being in a different country. It was frustrating then Jackson was invited to an awards show where everything turned downhill. One of the actresses he never even met before tried to make small talk and get closer to him. The intentions were so obvious and the woman was looking so cheap, acting so cheap. Though, the gentleman in him kept being polite to her which she took as a green light to be more pushy. Yibo, noticed it but was too busy listening to a director talk to him to go over to them. Jackson wasn’t angry with Yibo for not helping him out, he was still young and that director was way more important than to leave him hanging. Then the actress was in his lap before he realized what was happening and of course many fans and paparazzi shot a ton of photos in different angles of them.

First time in his life, Jackson pushed a woman away and ran away in frustration. He knew that by the time he reached the hotel room, (Name) would’ve already seen the photos and the none existent stories with them. But he couldn’t give up, he couldn’t let her slip away. For weeks, he felt miserable because she didn’t answer any of his texts or calls. One night, when he just wanted to fall into bed and not wake up for the next 72 hours, he found a letter on his coffee table with a ticket to Seoul. He furrowed his eyebrows as he lifted the letter to read it properly.

Dear Mr. Wang,

It’s Sue, (Name)’s assistant. I’m writing to you because I am aware of the truth behind those pictures. I’ve seen your live stream two weeks ago in which you explained everything. (Name) refused to see it but I know that it is not late, she is very much in love with you. I’m not writing to you as her assistant but as her friend.

There is an airplane ticket for you for the flight that comes to Seoul from Shanghai at 11 pm. I will arrange everything so she will be home, here’s the code for her apartment complex’s gate. I hope you can come…

Jackson’s heart seemed to skip a beat as he processed the words. He grabbed his phone, some cash with his keys and called a cab. He had to reach the flight which would take off in two hours. Throughout the flight he was restless, thinking about a million ways what to say to her. He couldn’t lose her. No one made him feel this way before, get under his skin, fill him with energy and make him giddy. Getting to her apartment was easy but knocking on her door was harder. Jackson stood there with a dry mouth and blinked a few times before he groaned and just knocked on the wooden surface of it without a thought in his head. He heard soft footsteps padding up to the door but all the air left his lungs when he saw her.

Your PoV.

You knew that everyone noticed your pouty face and bad mood lately but only Sue said anything about it. After all, she was the only person you told about your true feelings for Jackson. To your surprise, she wasn’t even surprised about that fact, just smirked at you knowingly and insisted on showing you Jackson’s live stream.

You definitely missed him. Being around him made everything so easy and effortless, so carefree. Ever since you stopped texting him, your days turned dull and grey. Nothing really interested you anymore and found yourself staring at your TV with a blank expression. Suddenly, someone knocked on your door which surprised you because you didn’t order food nor did you called over anyone. Not that you had many people to call over.

You walked up to the door with your eyebrows furrowed and opened the door. You thought you were having a heart attack when you saw who it was. Jackson was standing on the other side, disheveled, glitter sticking to half of his face and neck, dark circles under his eyes and panting heavily as he stared at you with wide eyes.

“J-Jackson?” you asked unsure of what you were supposed to do. “Um… Come in.”

Walking past you, you could smell his smell. You always thought that it was nice for him to not put on liters of cologne. Other guys tended to do so suffocating anyone in a ten meter radius.

“(Name)… just please, listen to me, I know the photos and what the media made up is contradictory but there was nothing going on between me and that woman” Jackson sputtered quickly after you closed the door. He grabbed your hand and looked at you pleadingly. “Please, believe me…”

“Why… are you explaining anything to me?” you asked quietly trying to pull away. He didn’t owe you anything, he was a free man, there was nothing official going on between the two of you. “You… don’t owe me anything…”

“Then why are you not responding? Why are you ignoring me since then?” he asked and leaned down so he could look into your eyes. He reached up to cup your face and wiped a tear away. You reached up and touched the wet trail of the tear in surprise. “I know we never got to officially go out… I wanted to ask you out properly after that night when we performed in live TV but you had to go to an interview. (Name)… I’ve never felt anything like this with anyone before…”

Jackson was looking deep into your eyes, forehead almost touching yours. He was still so perfect and you knew you would be a fool to not say yes. Every inch of you wanted to say yes… ever since you met him in the studio.

“I wasn’t angry with you…” you sniffed as you held onto his hand that cupped your face. “I was afraid that I was seeing too much into everything… I was afraid to be heartbroken.”

“I know… and I want to make it up to you” he breathed before his lips crashed against yours in an urgent, impatient yet sweet kiss. You could feel his desperation as he held onto you like his life depended on it. You kissed him back with your eyes closed. Your heart was thumping so hard against your ribcage as he pulled you closer.

He was everything you ever wanted and you were grateful for the stars to lead you to him.

Ten years later ~

Hong Kong was beautiful in its own way. You learnt Chinese quickly especially with Jackson helping you when you got stuck. When he first brought you home, to introduce you to his family, he seemed to be so proud showing you off. His family was nice and accepted you completely after Jackson proposed to you.

You knew how hard it was for him to propose after how his first fiancée let him down, but you couldn’t be happier to tie the knot with him. It was natural and nothing changed after years of marriage either except that you got two kids. You were always laughing your head off when Jackson was once left with your daughter for days because you had some work over seas and showed you the drawing your daughter made. He was glowing with pride and happiness, already telling your daughter that she was a true artist.

It was filling you with happiness to see him happy. He was so good at taking care of your kids, even made a special performance with them for Mother’s Day for you. Though, you got a whole different performance later in the bedroom. You loved him more than anything and you knew he felt the same way about you. There was no need for any proof.

End ~

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puckngrind · 5 years ago

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Skating Lessons part 25

Summary: All-Star Break to CannonBall.

Warning: Sexual content, swearing...

Word count: 2188

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The sound of the water rushing below your ears hitting your sore muscles and the sight of so many stars had you zoned out. Only Josh’s gravelly voice broke your trance.

“Can we just send for Mason and stay here forever?” Josh moves across the hot tub and pulls you onto his lap.

“Jobs. School. You know? Life, J. Plus you KNOW Torts would send Seth to pick you up for sure.” You kiss his wet lips as Josh chuckles a little and pulls you further into him. “But this has been pretty perfect.”

“I’d say perfect doesn’t do this weekend justice Babe.” You feel Josh’s hands slide down your body to your hips. “I think it’s just what I needed for break.” His hands snake around the back of your legs and make their way between your legs.

“Are we really having sex in this hot tub Anderson?” Your breath hitches as Josh pushes your core into his already hard cock.

“I was thinking yes.” He goes to strip your suit off and your hand flies up to stop him.

“Josh, we are outside!” You whisper yell hearing your voice echo off the cabin.

“And there is no one for miles and miles Baby.” Josh continues to remove your suit and wiggles out of his with ease. “You trust me right?” He kisses down your wet neck nibbling at your collar bone.

“Always.” You move your hands up to his jaw and rub your thumbs down it and he pulls your fully down onto him.

You had more sex in 72 hours than you thought was humanly possible and yet melting into the man you love was so easy to do. You did leave the cabin and took some hikes, found a cute hole in the wall diner where the owner served the food and no one recognized Josh. It was heaven tucked into the woods with him just the two of you. You felt a ping of guilt that it’s almost always three of you. You even stayed up one night over analyzing that Josh never seems to mind dinner out with the Mason or quiet sex when you didn’t want to wake him. The fact that you two were rarely just the two of you unless it was after dark didn’t fully dawn on you until Josh pulled you in to his sweaty chest at Ash Cave and kissed you more passionately than he does in public ever. You pulled away for a second to look for Mason. “No one is watching us, (y/n).” Josh pulled your chin up and held it staring into your eyes saying more than his words. “Plus anyone around is looking at that.” His head jerked slightly towards the small waterfall coming out of the sky and crashing into a dome of ice which was in fact breathtaking. He kissed you again and you slipped your hands between his open jacket and shirt pulling him into a hug. He lifts you ever so slightly off the ground. “Can we plan our next trip on the drive back?” Josh’s presses his forehead into yours. His gray beanie allowing a sweaty curl to pop out.

“Yes please.” You kiss his lips sweetly as he returns you to the ground, interlaces your fingers and heads towards the car.

“Bahamas. Cabo. Fiji.” Josh starts listing places he wants to go before the two of you hit the main roads.

“Are we going just us or with Mason?” You wrap his freshly showered curls around your fingers.

“Can we take 2? One with him. One just us?” Josh’s hand finds your thigh like always.

“Josh, I’m going to be honest. How is this all going to work? You go back to Toronto to see your family and train during the off season. Our life is here.” Josh’s hand flexes around your thigh but you press on. “Mace doesn’t have school but work, the house...” you trail off as Josh’s hand has a firm grip on your leg. You place your hand over his as you curl your fingers between his. “I just don’t know...”

“Can’t you two just come with me? We can rent a condo. Or I can find somewhere to train here. I know some of the guys do. I just don’t want to think about us not being together.” Josh’s jaw tightens while he focuses on the road.

“Josh, I want us to be together too but I think you need to go home to see your family. I don’t want you to change what you do for me.” This causes Josh to slam on his breaks. Thankfully no one was on the road with you. He looks over at you eyes glassy.

“I love you. You, (y/n), are my family. So if you don’t want to go to Toronto for the summer I’ll stay here. And I’d change everything for you if it meant you were always by my side.” Josh’s voice got quiet as he started driving again and you reach over to brush the water brimming at the corner of his eye away.

“I love you too Josh. We have a few months to figure it out. Kay?” He shakes his head. “How about we talk Cannonball dress?” Changing the subject to you in a fancy dress caused a smirk to appear across his face.

“How much skin will be showing?” He chuckles slightly.

“Enough to grab your attention but not make me look slutty.” You pull your feet onto the seat as you remember Beth’s face when you stepped out in the dress you selected a few weeks back. “Plus it’s February in Ohio J. I’d like not to freeze.”

“I’ll keep you warm Baby girl. Plus coat check is before the walk in where everyone takes pictures.” He side eyes you to read your reaction. You gulp thinking of the press taking pictures. “And you will be attached to my side.” He was trying to reassure you and it was cute. “I was thinking of wearing my three piece gray suit. Will that work with your dress?”

He knew that suit didn’t just make you a puddle. Feeling the pink on your cheeks you squeak out a yes.

———

Sure enough Josh wore the three piece suit that you loved on him and taking off him after he returned home. He looked handsome and so damn happy just sitting on the couch talking all about hockey with Mason while Beth was in your kitchen. You cleared your throat to get their attention. All three looked over to where you were standing in your dress. Beth just wipes her hands and gives you that reassuring look she did when you tried it on. Mason jumped up and down commenting on how pretty you looked but it was Josh’s face that you landed on last. He had stood up but he hadn’t moved from where he was. He had a look of awe and something you couldn’t decipher written across his face. “I’m ready.” You smoothed down your dress that had not moved out of place out of nerves. Josh just stood there love struck. “Josh!” You moved towards him and adjusted his tie. “You ready to go?” His cheeks were flushed and his face remained unchanged. “Baby.” You rub his face. “My dress okay?” You stood back and twirled.

“Yes. Oh. Yes (y/n).” Josh snapped out of his trance. “Let me see you.” He grabbed your hand and twirled you around to take another look. Your dress hugged you in the right spots. Swooped low enough but not too much that you would be uncomfortable dancing or getting your picture taken. It shimmered blue with a touch of gray that matched Josh nicely. “Mace, doesn’t Momma look beautiful?” Josh drops your hand and brings your attention to Mason.

“Yes she does! Are you wearing the princess shoes too?” Mason called your favorite heels princess shoes.

“I tried them but my leg still doesn’t feel strong enough in heels.” You grimaced thinking of when you tried on pretty much every nice shoe you owned and walked around the bedroom before deciding nothing would work. Beth had an idea that did work. “So I’m wearing these.” You pulled up your dress to reveal the blue chucks you were wearing when you met Josh. “These okay?” Your slowly looked up until you met Josh’s gaze. The satisfying smirk on his face was confirmation.

“Perfect.” He leaned over to kiss your cheek. “Our Lyft should be here soon. See you tomorrow Mace.” He leaned further to kiss the top of Mason’s head. You followed suit leaning down to hug him and kiss before wiping off your lipstick from his cheek.

“Have fun you two!” Beth sang as she shut the door behind you. You were thankful she was game for staying over when Josh had the idea of walking back to his condo.

Walking into the Cannonball you feel your cheeks flooding as Josh slips off your coat and checks them. You feel a hand slide around your waist as Felicia side hugs you gushing over your dress and telling you to breathe. She kept telling you how much fun you were going to have before Alex grabbed her to walk in.

“(Y/N), you ready Sweetheart?” Josh offers his arm and you shake your head while snaking your arm into his. He grabs your hand and squeezes. “Let’s go party.” He chuckles which makes you relax as the two of you walk through the tunnel and stop. Josh shocks you by leaning over to brush his lips to your temple as a few cameras flash. This relaxes you and allows a genuine smile that reaches your eyes.

Cannonball was a lot of Josh getting pulled for pictures or introductions and him finding you as soon as he was done. Wrapping his arms around you and making sure you were having a good time with the WAGS.

“Ok, all done really.” He kisses your neck from behind you as his arms pull you in. “Just mingling but we can do that together.” His breath leaving goosebumps in it’s path. He moves your body and grabs your hand to lead you through the crowd. Dancing with Josh was something the two of you did at home but not in public yet when he dipped you down and crashed your body into his you instantly forgot about everyone else, and the cameras, and everything but him. He sways to the music lifting you up a little to kiss you softly. “Having fun?” He whispers into your ear.

“Yes actually.” The giggle came out louder than you expected which makes Josh toss back his head laughing. He starts singing along and picks you up to swing you around. It’s not long before you can feel your feet getting tired.

“Ready to get out of here?” He runs his hands over your body and grabs both of your hands in his.

“Sure thing but you might be carrying me to your condo.” You giggle thankful for you choice of footwear but still tired.

“Bridal style eh?” The smirk says it all. “Let’s go!” He leads you through saying his goodbyes and to the coat check. Leaning against the wall you barely catch the conversation Josh is having with the gentleman also grabbing coats.

“Well I hope the trade rumors aren’t true man.” The man gets your attention and you snap your head in their direction. “We’d hate to lose you to Toronto or Boston before the deadline.”

“Yeah,” Josh’s voice sounds irritated like when he’s compared to a certain Metro power forward. “I hope to stay but I don’t really make those decisions but thanks.”

“Columbus needs you just so you know.” The man shakes Josh’s hand and he turns to face you.

“You....I....why? I’m...” You feel the walls crashing in. The feeling of losing yourself courses through your body and you take a run for the door.

“(Y/n), (Y/n)! Stop please.” You hear Josh’s voice behind you as you crash through the doors and onto the sidewalk. You hold yourself up along the wall then crumble into a ball on the cold concrete. “Baby.” Josh is pulling you up and all you hear is the beating of your heart in your ears but you know he’s saying something.

“Traded?” The tears coming down your face because you cannot stop them. “Traded? Like leaving Columbus? Mason? Me?” Your voice cracks at mention of Mason.

“Let’s go back to the condo and talk.” His voice is smooth and comforting sounding. He scoops you up and heads down the street. You cry into his shoulder with your coats draped over you. Josh somehow gets the both of you upstairs and into his condo without letting you go. “Wanna change into some of my sweats and talk?” He places you on your old bed.

“I can’t Josh.” You feel your body shaking.

“What do you mean? You can’t?” Josh starts to take off his mascara stained jacket.

“Josh, I mean I CAN NOT.” Tears come steaming down your face again.

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hollands-poppet · 6 years ago

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Dancing with Our Hands Tied Part 6// Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: Tom Holland is your best friend and your roommate, but you both have undisclosed feelings for each other.

Word count: 4K 💛

A/N: Okay, I’M SO SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT! I'm so glad you’ve guys stuck around though..I really appreciate it! honestly, the next part might be the last one :)

Warnings: smut, cussing, there is a part that depicts an anxiety attack, AND I’M NOT GLORIFYING AN ANXIETY ATTACK. y’all get so butthurt on here (like fake fucking homecomings like wtf), its just a fucking story. anyway, this shit ain’t real..if you don’t want to read what people want to put out then maybe fan fictions aren’t for ya.. y’all are super sensitive on here lmao k thanks for coming to my ted talk bye and I kind of proofread but not really

Prologue Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Right from the moment those elevator doors opened, Y/N froze. It’s been almost 72 hours since their flat was broken into but having to go outside was a different story. She didn’t trust the world anymore, she never did but now she really didn’t.

It was easier said than done, she wanted to go out but she didn’t recognize the amount of people that would surround them. Instead of walking out of the elevator, she turns to the two boys behind her. The elevator doors close but the elevator itself doesn’t move, since no buttons have been pushed.

“I can’t.” She shakily lets out, her hands immediately making their way towards her neck. It truly wasn’t hot in the elevator but Y/N’s forehead had broke out in light sweat. Her throat was closing up on her again. Harrison just watched in confusion, he had never seen one of her anxiety attacks and was looking at Tom to help her but that was the thing. The brunette didn’t know what to do.

Tom really recognized that it is her anxiety creeping up on her again but as far as how to handle it was foreign to him, so he follows his instincts and his hands go to her waist “Listen, just breathe.” He breathes in and out slowly, which Y/N begins to mimic. Harrison stands by Tom who just watches them slowly interact.

The blonde isn’t sure about what to do but brings up a solution, “Listen, we can go through the back.. we don’t have to walk through those paps.” Tom unzips Y/N’s sweater, his hands moving from her sweater and back to tucking her hair behind her ear. He wasn’t sure if this was helping but he was going to do anything to try to calm her down.

Y/N isn’t really tuned into Harrison though, she’s concentrated on her breathing. Air coming in through her nose and out through her mouth in synchronicity with Tom. His hands begin to run down her shoulders and to her arms, “Keep breathing, okay?”

She nods her head while she continues to motion the breathing, her airways feeling like they have opened up again. But she continued to calmly breathe, not wanting to feel anything close up again, her eyes closed so tight and she switches from breathing from her nose and out her mouth.

“We can go back upstairs.” Tom suggests as Haz reaches goes to hit a button to go back to the 2nd floor but Y/N shakes her head no.

She nods as sweat from her forehead becomes to dry, “No..” she takes another deep breath, “I want to go out, I can’t be in there.” Her breathing is a bit more paced, and becoming a little more calm.

“I just want to get some fresh air.” Her hand lands on Tom’s shoulder who brings his lips in a tight line, not really sure if it’s the best idea. He shrugs his shoulders, “Look, I’ll exit the front so that they don’t bombard you. You and Harrison can go through the back”

Y/N’s breathing is more controlled at this point but she’s still nervous, “Are you sure?” And that’s when Tom knew that he wanted to be with her, here she was having an anxiety attack and she wanted to know if he was gonna be okay going out to those paparazzi alonee.

Tom grabs her hand and puts it in Harrison’s hand, “I’ll be fine, stay close to Haz and I’ll meet you guys at the restaurant.” He brings her knuckles to his lips, “I promise you’ll be okay.”

She almost wanted to melt her hand into his cheek but the touch was short because almost immediately he turned around to the elevator doors and presses the button that causes it to open. He exits the elevator and the flashes from the paparazzi begin to cloud his vision, and he glances once more before he exits the building to make sure y/n and haz exit safely.

The moment he exited the apartment, a bunch of questions came flying his way but he just ignored them all. Tom was usually one to smile and talk to paparazzi but not today, not when his girl was vulnerable and he wanted to protect her. Instead of the walk to his car being only about 5 minutes, it took like 15 minutes because he wanted to buy time for his Haz to get to the restaurant and also because of the flashes from the cameras slowing him down.

Even though it was only about 10 paparazzi clouding Tom, the flashes and constant questioning made it difficult to walk on an empty curb for him. He walked with his hands in his pockets while trying to make it to his car that was down the street, trying to ignore the constant questioning.

Tom, when does filming resume? Is y/n okay? Are you both dating?

He kept his head down until he finally reached his car, giving a quick peace sign as he got in. A big sigh of relief came when he saw the text from Haz saying that him and Y/N arrived at the Cheesecake Factory. Before Tom drove off he told Haz to ask for a table that was secluded from everyone, he didn’t want to risk Y/N having an anxiety attack in front of everyone.

Tom entered the restaurant, his hands pushing back his curls from his eyes. He made his way to the front desk, making his way to the hostess who was writing down a couple of things. He clears his throat, “Hello, I have two friends-”

“Oh yes, of course. They’re waiting over here.” She comes around from the counter and gestures hand movements to him, as they walk together towards his table. The staff really hooked it up with a secluded table, it was at the corner of the restaurant and it also helped that the lunch rush had died down before Haz and Y/N got there.

As he got closer to the table, he could hear her giggle. She was probably laughing over a dumb joke that Haz was telling her, her anxiety gone by the time she arrived. Once she seen Tom coming in sight, it was like her night and shining armor was coming. She was so grateful for what he did because she knew she wouldn’t have been able to handle the paparazzi.

Tom pulled out his seat as she lightly touched his bicep, “Hey, thank you for all of that.” He smiles as he notices your gentle touch, “Yeah, yeah. I couldn’t let you walk through that mess.” He flips his curls out of his sight and smiles at his best friend, “Thanks mate, I really appreciate that.”

The blonde nods, “No worries, I just can’t wait til we’re back in London. The paps aren’t too bad out there. And speaking of London-”

Tom’s foot hits Harrison’s shin as his eyes widen, “We’ll talk about that when we get home, I just want to hang out right now.” Y/N a bit oblivious to the two guys at the table as she looked through the menu.

“I don’t know if I should get the orange chicken or chicken picatta..” she exclaims as she purses her lips in thought. Tom chuckled as his eyes moved from the menu to her face, fuck she was so adorable. The way she was pursuing her lips really made him fall in love with her more.

“Aye, mate.. got a little drool you might wanna clean up.” Haz says as he knocks Tom out of his trance. “Shut up, you div.” The two boys squint their eyes in

The the trio arrives back to the flat just around 8 pm, and the car ride back wasn’t as hectic as earlier. The paparazzi that hounded the outside of the flat were gone as well.. the photographers and videographers grabbing whatever they needed earlier that day.

Tom and Harrison hung out in his room while Y/N lay on the couch, relaxing while the guys chat in the room. The brunette haired man leaves his door open a bit, just a crack open so that he could hear his roommate. “I don’t know how to ask her to come back home, mate.”

Haz gets under Tom’s covers, snuggling his head into the pillow “All you literally have to do is ask..like this ‘Y/N, move back to London with me.’” The blonde closes his eyes, exhausted from jet lag.

Tom goes to his emptied cabinets that had been taken by the intruders, staring at the once filled shelves of his memorabilia that he owned. “It’s like, I don’t even care about what they took. I just care about her and I regret telling her to leave, I just want her to know that I really do care about her.”

“I care about you too.”

The sound of Y/N’s voice causes Tom’s head to snap quickly at his door, he swallows so intensely that his jaw line becomes more defined. He looks back at his friend who is asleep, he was probably so tired from these past two days that his body instantly brought him to his sleep.

“Wow, Harrison is such a great listener.” She says sarcastically as she enters Tom’s room slowly, but the brunette walks towards her with open arms, “Are you sure you want to be in here? I don’t want to trigger anything.”

She holds his hands, her strength and energy slowly coming back, “I’m not going to let what happened to me, let it put me down.. being in here makes me feel almost empowered in a way.” Y/N looks down at her feet that are close to his, she swallows in her pride although she’s still recovering.

Then they just stand there in silence, not awkward silence but just peaceful almost. Harrison’s snoring becoming louder as the two just stared at each other, both ignoring the loud ronks.

“You know,” she says as she clears her throat, “I only thought about you the whole time.” Tom’s eyes move from her lips to her eyes, he’s becoming more nervous because of how fragile she is but he wants to hear what she has to say.

“We don’t have to talk about it.” He says as she begins to take a seat on his carpet floor, Tom’s hands slowly guiding her down as he follows after her. Their backs against his bedpost, and their heads resting against it too.

He looks at her while she looks straight ahead, tears flooding her as eyes as she begins to relive that night she came home. Her bruised hand runs through her hair, “I, uh-” the burning sensation in her throat impairing her speaking.

Tom knowing that this must be hard to talk about brings his arm around her shoulder and pulls her in, “Take your time.” A tear begins to stroll down her cheek as she turns her head to look at him, “That’s the thing, Tom… I didn’t know how much time I had left and all I could think was that I wanted you..” more tears begin to fall down her cheeks as Tom brings his other arm around her.

Y/N now being caressed by Tom takes his scent in once again, “All I could do was breathe in the scent from your bed, it made me feel like you were coming..” there is a pause, and this when he realizes that he might end up crying too.

“But I knew you weren’t..” Her face is buried in his chest while her arms wrap around his torso.

Tom leaves a kiss on the top of her head, holding her just like they both wanted him to. “I’m here now, Y/N.. and I’m not leaving you..I promise.”

She brings her head up to look into his eyes, “I do want to move out, Tom.”

That was like a sting to his heart but it soon went away with her next response, “but with you.. i know you think what happened was your fault Tom but I never wanted to be with you more than I do now.” The smile forming on her face causing him to have a hopeful smile. She adds one more thing to her comment, “maybe a one bedroom flat this time?” She asks as she bites the bottom of her lip.

He decided that if anytime was a good moment to ask her to move to Kingston with him, it was now.

Before she can continue to speak he says, “I’m so glad to hear you say that Y/N because-”

“I’m sorry to interrupt but are you guys down to go get starbucks with me?”

Out of nowhere Harrison decided to wake up during the conversation, he rubs his swollen eyes with his hands. Y/N laughs as Tom shakes his head in somewhat disappointment but also lets out a small chuckle.

“Sure, Haz. We’ll go with you.” Y/N says as she gets up from the floor with Tom’s help.

Luckily the starbucks was down the street, Harrison just had really bad timing.

Y/N enters the flat with her pink drink that Haz bought for her with the boys quickly following behind her. She makes her way towards the hallway but looks back at the boys before continuing her way to the room, “I’m gonna get ready for bed but Tom?”

He takes a sip of his coffee while he makes eye contact with his roommate, “Yeah?” She smiles with her eyes, “Can you come to my room when you get a chance?”

He nods in response as she makes her way back to her room, Tom is pulled back by Haz’s hand.

“Have you talked to her about moving to Kingston yet?” The blonde takes a sip from his green tea frap, “We have to fly back within the next two days mate, you gotta tell her.”

The brunette makes his way towards the counter, “I know, I know. I’m gonna do that now.” He sets his coffee down on the counter as he pulls out a packet mints from his pocket.

Haz takes a seat on the counter as he continues to sip on his frap, “You need a mint to ask her to move to Kingston with you?”

Tom makes a face at his friend, “Dude...coffee breath.” He throws the mint into his mouth before he blows out air from his mouth, “Alright, wish me luck.” He rubs his hands together as he leaves Haz, a low goodluck as he makes his way towards her room.

The short few steps he’s making towards his room feeling like forever until he’s finally at her door, he taps her door twice, “Y/N?”

He pushes her door to find her sitting on her bed with her phone in hand, smiling as soon as she sees him. “Hey, come in.” She taps the side of her bed that was empty, the space she had made for him.

Y/N was in a silk robe that Zendaya had given her from her clothing line, why she decided to use it now? Only Y/N knew that answer and she wanted to give something to Tom.

“Close the door behind you.” She says as he makes a quick u-turn to close the door. He turns back around, his hands shoots to his pockets as he walks towards his head.

“What’s up, darling?” He says as he stands at the side of her bed, she laughs at his nervousness. She’s not really sure why he’s nervous when she’s the one whose palms can’t stop sweating.

She tucks a hair behind her ear, “Sit next to me.” She taps again at her bed, he’d admit she looked so fucking stunning. The way she’d let her hair loose, and no makeup really made him feel some type of way. He takes a seat on the bed, kicking off his shoes before bringing his feet onto the bed.

She gets on her knees and makes her way towards him, her hands resting on his shoulders, “Look, I love you so much and…” she takes a deep breath as she looks into his eyes, “I want to give you all of me because I realized that life is too short and this just feels so right.”

Y/N begins to lean to kiss Tom, the tips of their noses touching but before she can plant a kiss he adds, “Are you sure?” His hands move from his sides to her hips.

She lets out a shaker breath as she looks into his eyes, “I’ve never been more sure of anything, Tom.” And with that, he didn’t even think twice about bringing his lips to hers. To both of them this felt so right, like how it was always meant to be.

Tom straightens out his legs as Y/N throws her legs over him, her arms still wrapped around his neck. Her core hovering over Tom’s sweats, her hands begin to leave his shoulders and to her abdomen where the robe is tied. She becomes a bit tense, it was a mixture of being touched by Tom but the last time she was touched were by people that broke in.

She begins to become a bit hesitant, and Tom notices, “I’m not gonna hurt you love, you can trust me..” and that was enough for her to bring her lips back to his, it just felt so right.

His hands move from her hips to her hands, “If you want me to stop, tell me.” His nose still touching hers, and she doesn’t even respond but just nods as her lips find her way back to his. Their hands untying her robe in synchronicity to reveal that she was wearing nothing under. His hands moving from hips to her breast, her hands on his shoulders again as their kisses intensify.

His hands gripping right beneath her boobs, and that’s when he starts to push her back. Making his way slowly on top of her, their heads towards the end of the bed. Her legs wrapping around his waist as soon as his weight is on top of her. Her hands tugging at the ends of his shirt as she begins to pull it up, their lips still attached as he pulls the shirt off with his left hand.

Her core desperately trying to rub against his, and he’s grinding against her. Her feet moving higher, almost at the band of sweats trying to tug them down and she is somewhat successful. Tom’s lower body becoming exposed as she continues to move down the sweats, his kisses moving down her neck as his hands start to tug on his sweats.

Tom brings himself up just enough to pull down his sweats, at least to his ankles. He comes back down to her, his lips making their way to her chest. While he’s leaving marks, her feet continue to rub of his sweats from his ankles in which she is successful. As he continues to suck on her chest, his right hand makes its way down to her core and rubs her slightly, “Already wet for me darling?”

She covers her face shyly, “I know.” He brings his hand to move her her hands from her face, “don’t be embarrassed, it’s fucking sexy.” He attaches his lips to hers again, he wants nothing but to make her feel good but a pit of nerves stops him again.

Y/N can tell the mood change in Tom a bit, “What is it?” He kisses her forehead, “I just- if it hurts, please tell me to stop..I will.”

She nods her head and gives Tom an Eskimo kiss, “You’re cute when you care.” His hand rests on her cheek, “you’re everything, love.” And no more words are exchanged, except nothing but intimacy between two people that were in love.

The next morning, Y/N woke up early to brew some coffee. She wasn’t going to lie she was a bit sore from what had happened between her and Tom but it really was something she didn’t regret. As she waited for the coffee to pour out into the pot, she reached for the cabinet by the fridge and pulled out some advil, she wasn’t sure if it would help but she decided to take some anyway.

“You have a headache?”

She turns around to find Harrison pulling a seat out on the counter, “Uh, yeah I do. I’m not sure why.” She opens the container and then puts it back in the cabinet, “Why are you up so early anyway, Harrison?”

He clears his throat while he sets down his phone on the counter, “Just finished talking to Tom’s PR team..they want to fly out a fan for the brothers trust so that this ‘scandal’ could blow over.” Y/N nods as she pulls out two mugs from the cabinets for both of them, “I see, I mean that’s smart I guess.”

She turns her back to get the fresh brew of coffee, “So I’m assuming the conversation you both had went well last night?” Haz asks as she turns back around with the coffee pot, a smirk across his face as he holds out his mug.

Y/N begins to pour the brew into his mug, “I mean, what makes you say that?” She says obnoxiously but playfully at the same time. He blows lightly into the mug and takes a sniff at the coffee while she pulls creamer out of the fridge, “I’m just guessing, he didn’t end up in his bed last night so I’m only assuming that you both-”

“Harrison please..” she shakes both hands, not wanting to hear what he was gonna say next. They both chuckle as they prepare their coffees, and of course being the blonde that he is..he probably brings up too much, “So when are you both moving into the new place?”

Her eyes squint a bit, not remembering mentioning to him about moving into a new place with Tom, “Mmm, I-”

Haz takes a sip and sets down his cup excitedly, “You’re gonna love Kingston, the weather is beautiful except for the casual rainstorms and-”

“Kingston? What are you talking about?” Y/N asks as she tucks a hair behind her ear.

Harrison scratches his head in confusion, “Wait, isn’t that what you both talked about last night? Tom said he was gonna ask you to move to Kingston.”

Her eyes widen in a shock, “I mean, we talked about moving in but he didn’t ask me to move out there.”

The blonde stands from the seat and shakes his head, “Fuck, just forget what I said. Y/N, don’t-”

“Goodmorning..” Tom remarks as he makes his way into the kitchen, the blonde and his girl just watch him with his hand messing with his messy bed hair. “What’s up?” He puts his arm around her and pulls her in closer, leaving a kiss on the side of her head.

Tom notices the slight tension in the kitchen, “What’s up with you both?”

She bites her bottom lip, and looks back into the brunette’s eyes, “When were you going to tell me about me moving to Kingston with you?”

-A/N: Soooo, what’s gonna happen next? Sorry if this wasn’t were y’all expecting…OKAY Y’ALL! PLEASE SOUND OFF IN MY ASKS! SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT, I PROMISE I’M TRYING TO BE MORE CONSISTENT. I’ll take any advice, theories, suggestions..please feedback is key! also love y’all, hope you’re enjoying this fic so far. Love ya -Amy 💛

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ddaddsprompts · 7 years ago

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Imagine suffering from adult bedwetting

This imagine was requested privately via instant messenger. None of the scenarios involve the fetishisation of the topic and with the exception of Craig’s scene, which hints at NSFW themes (not related to the condition), all are safe for work. However, I still put it under a read-more because of the subject matter.

- Mod Mare

It’s been so long since you last did ‘it’ – so long you kind of hoped that you were cured, now, despite what the doctors always told you. You still wear the absorbent underwear and your covers and mattress are covered in protective fabrics, though, because your parents didn’t raise you a fool and you’d rather be safe than sorry. Alex had always been understanding of your condition and ever since they died, you hadn’t shared a bed with another person except Amanda, so there never had been the need to explain it. Until now.

🥃 Robert wanting to take it slow meant it took months until you first stay over at his place and share a bed with him. He acts like you’ve been together for ages, dressing down to his boxers so nonchalantly the thought of sexual urges doesn’t even cross your mind, you’re too surprised. And nervous. Robert flops down and rolls on his side, where he props himself up by his elbow so he can stare at you. He raises an eyebrow and pointedly looks at your shirt and trousers, which are still on your person and not the floor like his. You blush, playing with your buckle. “You don’t have to stay,” he grunts out. “It’s not that…” His eyebrow wanders higher. “I can borrow you some sleeping pants if that’s the issue.” You shake your head again and reach down to unbuckle your trousers. Before you can change your mind or grow too nervous, you pull them down. When Robert doesn’t say anything, just continues to look confused, you realise he probably doesn’t recognise your underwear for what it is. “I, um… I have nocturnal enuresis.” His look is still blank. “I… sometimeswetthebedatnight.” It takes a few moments for him to decipher what you just said. He opens his mouth but you interrupt him. “This underwear is absorbent and I have pads so nothing will get on your sheets I just thought you should know in case you’d rather not I—“ He throws his shirt at your face. You pause. “Get in.” He rolls his eyes and that’s it. The topic’s over. Relieved, you sink down on the mattress and Robert immediately pulls you into his arms. Turns out he’s got a secret too: He’s a cuddler.

🍸 Joseph dropped by while you were cleaning your house and immediately started to help despite your protests. It’s a work in progress, getting him to do nothing and just relax. At least you managed to stop him from grabbing the vacuum cleaner and delegated him to throwing the laundry into the tumble dryer. You just finished cleaning the living room and unplugged the vacuum to carry it to Amanda’s room when he calls for you. His voice comes from your bedroom and indeed, you find him there, holding… You’re glad that you’re not holding anything, as you would have dropped it at the sight of Joseph with the protective cover that used to be on your mattress in his hands. “Hey, Y/N, I was wondering whether that’s supposed to go into the normal wash or does it need hand-washing?” There’s no mistaking what the cover is for, as the company’s slogan pretty much states what their products are for. You’re surprised to see him holding it at all; sure, it’s dry, but you still expected disgust. “Y/N?” Joseph’s concerned tone of voice pulls you from your thoughts. You smile and make a dismissive gesture, which he doesn’t seem to fully believe, but he drops the topic. “Normal wash is fine.” He nods and throws the cover on the pile of laundry in the corner. “I told you to run the tumbler, not the washing machine.” Joseph winks and drops a kiss on your head as he walks past you. “I like to help.” You roll your eyes and follow him. If he won’t make a big deal out of it, you wouldn’t, either.

☕ Mat and you had been on a gig by a band you’d never heard of before, but the music was awesome and the audience even more. By the time Mat parks his car in front of his house, it’s already dark outside, the middle of the night, and you’re practically dead on your feet. So when Mat asks whether you want to spend the night at his place, you don’t even think twice before saying yes and follow him inside. Carmensita is at a friend’s house, so there’s no need for staying quiet as you get ready. You never leave the house without your absorbent underwear on and pads in your pockets, so naturally, you have them with you now, too. Mat gives you a spare toothbrush and you excuse yourself for a moment so you can brush your teeth and get changed. Had you been more awake, you probably wouldn’t have done it, but how things are, you throw the wrapper in the direction of the bin. You turn around before you notice that you missed and it landed on the floor next to it. Mat goes into the bathroom once you’re outside; you sit on the bed and wait for him to get back. When he does, it’s obvious that there’s something on his mind. He pauses in the doorframe and looks at you for several seconds, just standing there, making you more nervous with every passing second. You clear your throat, which seems to break him out of whatever trance he’d been in. He blushes and slips in behind you. You turn around and curl into him, your head on his chest.

🌹 It’s your fourth date and like you had on the first one, you spend it at Damien’s manor. From the moment he opened the door, Damien looked nervous. As time flew by, it only got worse. His hands were shaking, his skin even paler than it normal. You tried to ask him what was wrong over and over again, but he always said everything was fine. Once or twice, he looked like he was about to say something, but he never did. That only happens later, long after the sun has set and Damien turned on the lights in his garden. He leads you over to a bench, surrounded by flowers of various colours, but doesn’t sit down. You frown. He doesn’t look at you, but at the flowers, his gaze distant like he is lost in thought. “Y/N.” You flinch, not having expected him to speak all of a sudden. “There’s something I have to tell you. A… secret, if you will. It is not that I’m ashamed, but past experiences make me… cautious. I don’t know how…“ He trails off with a frustrated noise. You can tell he’s struggling to find words. “How about I tell you a secret first and then you tell me yours?” You aren’t sure what gives you the courage, but you can’t stand seeing him so tense. He frowns, but nods. You take a deep breath. “I have nocturnal enuresis. I still wet the bed sometimes.” Damien says nothing for a few moments, clearly taken by surprise. Then, he smiles and it seems a heavy weight falls off him. He puts a hand on your shoulder. “Y/N, I’m trans.” You reach up and put your hand on his. “TOLD YOU,” a voice suddenly calls. You look up just to see Lucien close his window again. Damien blushes furiously.

🎣 The prospect of letting Brian in on your secret fills you with naked fear. As bad as that thought makes you feel, he doesn’t seem like the type of person who’d understand. So you don’t tell him, even as your relationship grows more and more serious, not even as he starts to talk about you moving in with him. He never noticed your special bedsheets or underwear and no incidents happened. You know you’d have to tell him at some point, but that point, you hope, lies in the far distant future. Of course, given your luck, it doesn’t. Brian’s bed would have been big enough for the two of you, but somehow, he got the idea to build a new one from scratch into his head, so that’s what he does in his backyard. He’s halfway done by the time you realise that it would be too big for your absorbent bedsheets and mattress cover, which you had hoped to sneak past him. “Um, Brian, quick question: What are the dimensions of the bed?” He lowers his hammer and looks over at you with a frown. “Why?” “So I know what size the mattress and the sheets need to be. You built the bed, the least I can do is buy everything else.” Brian shakes his head. “No, no, I’ll buy it. I know someone who sells them at a—“ “Brian,” you interrupt. The words are out of your mouth before you can think about it. “I need a special mattress, mattress covers and bedsheets. I have a medical condition, I sometimes wet the bed.” Brian blinks, eyes wide. You brace yourself for the inevitable comments, but they never come. He just nods and fishes out a piece of paper and pen. “Okay, so it’s 72" wide—“

👟 You moved in with Craig a few weeks ago. Somehow, you managed to convince him to take your covers instead of his without him asking too many questions, so the topic never came up until now. The girls are at their mother’s place for the weekend, which means some quality time with your bro, which involves lots of cuddling, watching TV and having sex. Both of you are naked at this point, having spent the last ten minutes kissing each other on the couch, exploring the skin you revealed. “Lube?” You ask against Craig’s lips. He mumbles something about not wanting to go upstairs to retrieve it from the bedroom, so he disappears in the bathroom. You patiently wait… and wait. When it feels like he’s been away for hours, you get up to see what he’s up to. He’s standing in front of the opened cupboard, holding a bottle of something in his hands. When he notices you, he turns around. Your heart drops when you see he’s holding your lotion, which you preventatively hadn’t thrown away, even though you haven’t used it in ages. Craig looks at your face, then lowers his gaze to the bottle again. You hold your breath. Then he unscrews the cap and cautiously sniffs at it, much to your confusion. “It’s no vanilla-scented lube,” he hums, “but it will do.” He grins that sexy, face-splitting grin of his that never fails to make your stomach flutter and pulls you against him. You obediently follow, wrapping your arms around his waist and leaning in for a kiss.

📖 Ever since your problems started, you took to setting alarms at random intervals throughout the night, so you’d wake up and could use the toilet instead of… well. Alex had quickly got used to them and learnt how to sleep through your phone quietly playing whatever song you used as your alarm at that point in time and then, after their death, you slept alone. So when you first spend the night over at Hugo’s place after you got together officially, you forget to warn him. The gentle tunes of your alarm wake you up sometime around three am. You automatically reach out to turn it off and sit up with a yawn and a stretch. To find Hugo glare at you from between strands of his loose hair, barely awake. “Shit, I’m sorry, I forgot—“ With a yawn of his own, Hugo sits up and rubs his eyes. “Why are we up at… three am. Y/N, why do you have an alarm for three am?” Late, or early, depending on one’s perspective, as it is, you can’t think of an excuse that would stand his scrutiny. Not that you want to lie to him to begin with, which only leaves the truth. “I have nocturnal enuresis.” Hugo frowns, you can practically see the gears turn in his head. Then understanding dawns in his face. “Do you have any more alarms?” “Another one at five.” Hugo nods and sinks back into the waiting embrace of the mattress. “I’ll get used to it.” He closes his eyes, so he doesn’t see your expression of pure relief.

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interstellarinfinity · 7 years ago

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I found another one of these

I found another questionnaire from a few years back so imma answer it now again (and I only answered ones that changed lmao)

1: Full name

Then: Madison Now: Madison

2: Age

Then: 16 Now: 19

3: 3 Fears

Then: thunderstorms, spiders, school Now: spiders, death, ending up alone

4: 3 things I love

Then: bands, books, God Now: Ivan, my sisters, music

5: 4 turns on

Then: don’t get turned on but… intelligence, good hair, beautiful eyes, sense of humor Now: Hands, lustful eyes, sweatpants, and this is super specific but Ivan has a grey shirt that makes me go nUTS for some reason

6: 4 turns off

Then: smells weird, rude, obnoxious, bad taste in clothes Now: rude, attention seeker, constantly correcting, thinks they’re always right

7: My best friends

Then: mikie, hannah, ellen, tom, lauren Now: Sophi, Ivan, my sisters

8: Sexual orientation

Then: straight/asexual Now: bisexual and not ace

9: My best first date

Then: haven’t had a good first date Now: my first date with Ivan (it was a breakfast date!!!)

10: How tall am I

Then: 5′1 Now: 5′1 & 3/4

11: What do I miss

Then: a lot of things Now: Ivan, my lyco friends, DPA, Ivan, Sophi, Ivan, Ivan, did I mention Ivan?

12: What time were I born

Then: 8:20 P.M. Now: 8:10 p.m. (I asked my mom and I was wrong before wtf)

13: Favourite color

Then: pink Now: pink

14: Do I have a crush

Then: YES Now: yeah cause bf

15: Favourite quote

Then: I have many Now: The greatest value in life comes from loving yourself for who you are

16: Favourite place

Then: Disney World Now: wherever Ivan is

17: Favourite food

Then: thin mints Now: mac and cheese and nugs

18: Do I use sarcasm

Then: yes Now: ofc

19: What am I listening to right now

Then: take flight by lindsey stirling Now: La Llorona from Coco (I can’t stop listening to the album help)

20: First thing I notice in new person

Then: hair Now: how they act with others

21: Shoe size

Then: 61/2-7 Now: 7

22: Eye color

Then: greenish/hazelish Now: they change a lot but primarily green

23: Hair color

Then: dirty blonde Now: dark blonde/red/brown

24: Favourite style of clothing

Then: sweater, leggings, combat boots Now: t-shirt, capri jeans, and converse/toms

25: Ever done a prank call?

Then: no Now: omg when I’m drunk yes

27: Meaning behind my URL

Then: starry night cause I love space, niall bc niall Now: idk it sounded cool

28: Favourite movie

Then: big hero 6 Now: Coco

29: Favourite song

Then: moon trance Now: I Miss Those Days by the Bleachers

30: Favourite band

Then: one direction Now: one direction

31: How I feel right now Then: happy Now: tired

32: Someone I love

Then: *** Now: Ivan

33: My current relationship status

Then: single as a pringle Now: happiest relationship I’ve ever been in

34: My relationship with my parents

Then: fantastic Now: fantastic (surprise)

35: Favourite holiday

Then: christmas Now: halloween

36: Tattoos and piercing i have

Then: none Now: traditional ear piercing

37: Tattoos and piercing i want

Then: cartilidge piercing and the cancer constellation tattooed somewhere Now: just the cancer constellation tattoo and a rose tattoo bc sorority

38: The reason I joined Tumblr

Then: it sounded fun Now: it sounded fun

39: Do I and my last ex hate each other?

Then: no Now: he can go to hell

40: Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night ” texts?

Then: heck no Now: heck yeah

41: Have I ever kissed the last person you texted?

Then: no Now: nope

42: When did I last hold hands?

Then: back in january with my ex Now: two weeks ago with Ivan :(

43: How long does it take me to get ready in the morning?

Then: like 20 minutes Now: if I’m not trying, 10. if i’m trying, an hour max

44: Have You shaved your legs in the past three days?

Then: no Now: nope but I NEED TO LADOINFAD

45: Where am I right now?

Then: my couch Now: my bed

46: If I were drunk; can’t stand, who’s taking care of me?

Then: no one i don’t get drunk Now: either my big or Ivan cause they’ve both had to do it

47: Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level?

Then: reasonable level Now: both depending on mood

48: Do I live with my Mom and Dad?

Then: my mom yes Now: my mom yes

49: Am I excited for anything?

Then: disney world in 11 days Now: for Ivan to come back from Mexico

50: Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to?

Then: yes Now: yes

51: How often do I wear a fake smile?

Then: 1/8 of the time Now: never

52: When was the last time I hugged someone?

Then: today Now: a few days ago

53: What if the last person I kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me?

Then: i wouldn’t care Now: there will be blood

54: Is there anyone I trust even though I should not?

Then: no Now: no idea

55: What is something I disliked about today?

Then: i have a migraine Now: people suck at work

56: If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?

Then: lindsey stirling Now: niall horan

57: What do I think about most?

Then: someone Now: Ivan

58: What’s my strangest talent?

Then: picking up stuff with my toes (WTFFFFFF) Now: forgetting everything I’ve learned from a semester in an hour

59: Do I have any strange phobias?

Then: i’m afraid of thunderstorms Now: i have trypophobia? does that even count?

60: Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?

Then: in front of it Now: still in front but I enjoy photography

61: What was the last lie I told?

Then: … Now: that i don’t have sex LMAO

62: Do I perfer talking on the phone or video chatting online?

Then: neither Now: facetime!

63: Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens?

Then: ghosts yes, aliens maybe Now: both

64: Do I believe in magic?

Then: i like to think it exists somewhere Now: there’s magic in love tbh

65: Do I believe in luck?

Then: not really Now: not sure tbh

66: What’s the weather like right now?

Then: sunny and breezy Now: cloudy night

67: What was the last book I’ve read?

Then: the elite Now: i’m in the middle of turtles all the way down

68: Do I like the smell of gasoline?

Then: yes Now: yup

69: Do I have any nicknames?

Then: maddio Now: maddio, mads, poopsy (thanks Ivan)

70: What was the worst injury I’ve ever had?

Then: almost breaking two of my fingers on two seperate occasions Now: ripping both my knees open, my hand, and my cheek

71: Do I spend money or save it?

Then: spend it Now: SPEND IT HOLY SHIT I CAN’T SAVE FOR SHIT

72: Can I touch my nose with a tounge?

Then: no Now: nope

73: Is there anything pink in 10 feets from me?

Then: yes my blanket Now: my jolly rancher plush (work perks)

74: Favourite animal?

Then: penguin Now: penguin

75: What was I doing last night at 12 AM?

Then: sleeping Now: probably watching youtube

76: What do I think is Satan’s last name is?

Then: no last name, he’s like madonna Now: doofensmirtz

77: What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it?

Then: i have many Now: hold on forever by rob thomas

78: How can you win my heart?

Then: just be kind and be honest with how you feel Now: same as before (wow past me had some wisdom)

79: What would I want to be written on my tombstone?

Then: idk Now: i got no idea

80: What is my favorite word?

Then: don’t have one Now: ?

82: If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say?

Then: *middle finger emoji* Now: fix yourself and love everyone

83: Do I have any relatives in jail?

Then: idk maybe one in tennessee Now: LIKE 5 IN TENNESSEE LMAOOOO

84: I accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow me with the super-power of my choice! What is that power?

Then: reverse time Now: stop time for everything around you and the people you’re with

85: What would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on?

Then: idk Now: anything about my sex life if my mom asked

86: What is my current desktop picture?

Then: 1d concert picture Now: collage of my friends and family and me boy

87: Had sex?

Then: no Now: HELL YEAH

88: Bought condoms?

Then: no Now: yup

89: Gotten pregnant?

Then: no Now: nope

90: Failed a class?

Then: no Now: ALMOST LMAO

91: Kissed a boy?

Then: yes Now: yupp

92: Kissed a girl?

Then: no Now: when i’m drunk i do lmao

93: Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain?

Then: i wish Now: yeeeeees

94: Had job?

Then: no Now: i have two right now

95: Left the house without my wallet?

Then: yes Now: i literally did this on the way to work the other day lMAO

96: Bullied someone on the internet?: no

97: Had sex in public?

Then: hell no Now: oops

98: Played on a sports team?: sorta

99: Smoked weed?

Then: no Now: hehehehhehe yeah

100: Did drugs?: no

101: Smoked cigarettes?: no

102: Drank alcohol?

Then: like sips but not a whole glass or shot or anything Now: YUP I LIKE THE ALCHY

103: Am I a vegetarian/vegan?: no

104: Been overweight?: yes

105: Been underweight?: yes

106: Been to a wedding?: yes

107: Been on the computer for 5 hours straight?: yes

108: Watched TV for 5 hours straight?: yes

109: Been outside my home country?

Then: no Now; does canada count

110: Gotten my heart broken?: yes

111: Been to a professional sports game?

Then: yes Now: just went to my second one last fall!

112: Broken a bone?: No

113: Cut myself?: yes

114: Been to prom?: yes

115: Been in airplane?: yes

116: Fly by helicopter?: no

117: What concerts have I been to?

Then: one direction/5sos twice Now: 1d, 5sos, lindsey stirling, twenty one pilots

118: Had a crush on someone of the same sex?

Then: ;) Now: uh yeah

119: Learned another language?

Then: halfway Now: ALMOST HALFWAY WITH SPANISH AGH

120: Wore make up?

Then: i wear it everyday Now: i fucking love makeup

121: Lost my virginity before I was 18?

Then: no Now: lost it AT 18

122: Had oral sex?

Then: no Now: hell fucking yeah

123: Dyed my hair?

Then: no Now: a lot in the past 6 months lmao

124: Voted in a presidential election?: no

125: Rode in an ambulance?: no

126: Had a surgery?: yes

127: Met someone famous?: no

128: Stalked someone on a social network?: yes

129: Peed outside?: yes

130: Been fishing?: yes

131: Helped with charity?: yes

132: Been rejected by a crush?

Then: not yet thank god Now: yup it sucks

133: Broken a mirror?

Then: no Now: i didn’t but my roommates bf broke mine lmao

134: What do I want for birthday?

Then: many things Now: my boy :(

135: How many kids do I want and what will be their names?

Then: one kid, a girl, named aristotle Now: a girl and a boy and idk names

136: Was I named after anyone?: no

137: Do I like my handwriting?: sometimes

138: What was my favourite toy as a child?: my skip it

139: Favourite Tv Show?

Then: house of anubis Now: stranger things

140: Where do I want to live when older?

Then: in a city Now: anywhere that’s not the USA

141: Play any musical instrument?

Then: viola and piano Now: viola, violin, piano, ukelele

142: One of my scars, how did I get it?

Then: falling on the conastoga trail while attempting to exercisse Now: burnt my arm cooking

143: Favourite pizza toping?: extra cheese

144: Am I afraid of the dark?: yes

145: Am I afraid of heights?: no

146: Have I ever got caught sneaking out or doing anything bad?

Then: no Now: not yet

147: Have I ever tried my hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end?: yes

148: What I’m really bad at

Then: giving advice Now: focusing

149: What my greatest achievements are

Then: ??? Then: landing my past three jobs, being a part of a sorority, maintaining a 2.5 gpa

150: The meanest thing somebody has ever said to me

Then: that I’m annoying and a bitch Now: that i ruined their life

151: What I’d do if I won in a lottery

Then: buy EVERYTHING Now: pay off my loans then go travel the world

152: What do I like about myself: my eyes

154: Something I fantasise about

Then: a lot of thing Now: being with Ivan forever

#holy SHIT THAT TOOK FOREVER #WOW #my post #about me

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