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wwilsonbarness · 9 months

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I messed up.. (part 2)

pairings: bucky barnes x reader

summary: Bucky tries to apologise for the things he said... do you accept?

warnings: angstttt, some fluff, anxiety?, idkk i think that's all :)

word count: 2535

a/n: I'm so sorry it took so long for part 2. I hated what I first wrote and my week ended up super busy. I'm so scared to post this lmao I hope it doesn't disappoint!

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part one

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Sam insisted you took it easy for the rest of the night, he brought you dinner in bed, checked on you every hour, and brought you everything you could need. You appreciated it but at the same time you just wanted to lay in bed alone and cry. For the first few hours it was out of sadness, seeing Bucky that angry with you made your chest ache, the thought of disappointing him was something you couldn’t handle, but as the hours passed the sadness slowly turned into anger. The more you replayed his words in your mind the angrier you got, how could he imply you didn’t care about your baby?

Ever since you were a little girl yourself you had wanted to be a mom, it was your dream and Bucky knew that.You had both spent countless nights talking for hours on end about how excited you were to have a baby together, you thought he was excited too but were you and your baby just a burden to him? A problem he had to sort out? Did he even want this?

Hours had passed and you were starting to drift to sleep when you heard voices outside your bedroom door. Part of you wanted to stay in bed and ignore whoever it was but when you heard Bucky’s voice you jump out of bed.

“I just want to check if she's okay.” You hear Bucky’s voice through the door, slightly louder than he normally speaks, a clear sign he was getting frustrated. You hear a second voice but you can’t figure out who it is until you move closer, it was Sam.

“You… chance..screwed up..” It’s muffled but you can guess what he said. You keep walking closer to the door and go to open it as you hear a third voice.

“Barnes, you need to leave her be, you’ve done enough tonight.” That was definitely Tony, he was the only one to call Bucky by his last name.

You weren’t ready to face Bucky yet but you didn’t want to have to listen to them arguing any longer so you opened the door, to be faced with Bucky standing right in front of you, Tony to the side of him and Sam a few doors down outside his room.

“Can you guys argue somewhere else please?” Bucky’s head flys round at the sound of your voice. He instantly looks you up and down, focusing on your bump for a few seconds longer than anywhere else, which reminds you of how he had looked at you earlier. You bring your hand up to your stomach without realising.

“Doll, are you okay?” You could see the concern in his eyes this time but you couldn’t get past the anger you were feeling.

“I’m fine, Bucky. I just want to sleep so can you three go somewhere else if you’re gonna shout at each other.” Bucky’s face started to lighten up in relief for a second but tensed up again as you continued.

“I’m sorry, can we please talk?” He starts to walk closer to you but you flinch and move backwards into your room. You weren’t scared of him but you couldn’t handle this tonight. Bucky’s face drops as he watches you move away from him. “Doll I just want to-”

“I don’t have the energy tonight Bucky, please can you just leave me alone.” You look at each other for a few seconds before you plead again, “Please.” Bucky slightly nods his head but you don’t wait for any other type of response before you close your door.

You lean your head against the door as it shuts, taking a deep breath in as an attempt to keep yourself calm. You hear Bucky and Tony throw a couple more sentences at each other, resulting in Tony asking F.R.I.D.A.Y to lock your door to anyone but him and Sam. You didn’t want to shut Bucky out but the things he said to you really hurt your feelings and if you were to talk to him about it now you would end up saying things you regret. You just wanted and needed time to yourself to calm down. You climb back into bed and go to sleep to try and forget about the whole situation, it takes a few hours but sleep finally washes over you.

You could only sleep for a few hours before your morning sickness hit. Without Bucky there to help you like every other morning it was a lot harder to deal with. After sitting beside the toilet for a few minutes you manage to run yourself a bath and relax for a bit. You wanted to put off talking with Bucky as long as you could, you knew he’d already be awake as he was every day, probably in the kitchen making breakfast.

You hear a knock at your door as you're in the bath which brings you out of your thoughts about Bucky, but when you reach the door all that’s there is a tray with waffles, fruit and orange juice on it. You pick it up and place it on your desk to find a note, recognising Bucky’s handwriting straight away you pick it up.

I’m sorry for everything I said and did. I want to make it up to you when you are ready to talk. I know you’ve probably been unwell this morning so I hope this makes you feel better. I put some gummy bears on the waffles since I know you’ve been craving sweet things. I love you and baby so much - Buck x

You feel your eyes tear up as you read each word, and even though you’re mad at him all you want in this moment is for Bucky to hold you. You quickly get dressed and start to walk towards the kitchen, hoping he’s still there. To your luck he was still hovering around the cooker cleaning up his mess from cooking breakfast.

“Buck?” His head whips around at lightning speed to the sound of your voice. He takes one step towards you before stopping himself, remembering how you reacted last night. The last thing he wanted to do was scare you more.

“Doll, are you okay?”

“Mhmm, can we talk?” Bucky lets out a huge breath he wasn’t aware he was holding as you speak, he wants nothing more than to talk to you.

“Of course doll, wanna sit over here?” He points his hand towards the couch in the corner of the room. You nod your head and walk over. When you both sit down it’s quiet for a few minutes, both of you equally scared to break the silence until Bucky speaks.

“Are you scared of me?” He asks, tone soft as if he’s scared of what the answer might be.

“No, Bucky I’d never be scared of you.” His shoulders start to relax in relief but not for long as you continue. “But that doesn’t mean I’m not mad at you.”

“I am so so sorry y/n, I promise you I didn’t mean anything I said, I was just scared which I know isn’t an excuse but it’s the truth. My worst fear is losing you, and now with the baby on the way I’m even more scared of losing you both. When I heard Sam telling Tony and Nat that you were seen with a bump it was.. It was like my brain just took over, I kept imagining you being hurt and I just wouldn’t be able to live with myself if that happened. I can’t lose you, either of you. If you let me, I promise I will try my best to make things back the way they were.”

Bucky’s speech took you off guard, you were expecting and hoping to speak first so you could get everything out while you felt able to, you had to try so hard to hold back your tears. You could tell he was sorry and honestly part of you just wanted to say it’s okay, tell him you forgave him, that everything was fine but the other part of you was still focused on his horrible words yesterday, and you knew things would never be okay again unless you told him how he made you feel. “I just need to get this off my chest Bucky, I know you’re sorry but I still need to say this. He nods his head to show he understands you.

You take a deep breath and prepare yourself to speak. “First off, I just want to make it completely clear, that” you bring your hand to your stomach and cup the small bump you have, “I love and care so much for this baby, more than anything or anyone else in the world. So when you said that to me, said that I.. That I didn’t care, it really really hurt me. I know I went against what we agreed, I know I scared you, but that didn’t give you a right to talk to me the way you did.”

“I kno-” Bucky tries to respond but you don’t let him. Your voice is beginning to shake and there are tears starting to fall from your eyes. Bucky’s heart was breaking at seeing you so upset.. all because of him.

“No, please let me finish. I.. I know you care about me and our baby, I know you do but you went way too far. You were so worried about other people hurting me you didn’t realise that you were the one doing it.”

You can hear Bucky swallow deeply as he listens, his eyes growing wetter with every word, it was hard for him to hear but he knew everything you were saying was true. He had done the one thing he swore he never would, he hurt you and he wasn’t sure he’d ever forgive himself for it. “You promised me that you would never hurt me, and I believed you.” Your voice cracks with your last words, and the tears finally escape. “You made me feel like we were burdening you, like we were just a problem to you, something you had to deal with.”

Bucky desperately wants to reach out and comfort you but he stops himself. He keeps his eyes locked with yours and you nod your head a little, a silent way of telling him that it was his turn to talk. He nods back and readies himself, he had a lot he wanted to say but now he’d heard how much he had hurt you, it was like his brain had forgotten everything.

“You have to know that you both are the most important people in my life, you could never be a burden to me, ever. I'm so sorry I made it feel that way. Y/N I know I hurt you, I want.. I need you to know that when I made that promise I meant it, I’ve never intended to hurt you, and for the rest of my life, as long as you’ll have me I promise, with every single part of me that I will care and love for you and our baby.” You are starting to choke up at what he is saying but try so hard not to let it show.

“I’m not going to lie to you, I’ll always be scared of something happening to you both and nothing’s gonna ever change that, but I know now that I need to find other ways of working through that. I’ll do anything it takes for you to forgive me. I want to be there for you and our baby forever.” He looks down to your bump, his gaze softens, a slight smile grows, and with a quiet, soft voice he continues.

“I can’t wait to see you be a mom, you’re gonna be the best there is. I really mean it, our baby is so lucky to have you as a parent.” When he looks up he tries to understand how you’re feeling but your face is pretty much blank, you were in shock. You’d only been in two relationships before Bucky but not once had either of them apologised for something they did, now Bucky was practically begging you to forgive him, you didn’t know how to take it. You just knew you couldn’t lose him.

“Buck.. As much as I hate how you spoke to me, I don’t want to let this argument get between us, I want things to change. I know you are scared and I understand that.. I’m scared too, but we can get through it together. We are strong enough to not let this break us apart, okay?”

Bucky lets out a huge breath he didn’t even realise he was holding in. “Doll, I want nothing more than for us to be okay.”

You stand up and put your hand out towards him, “Come on, I got you something.” He hesitantly grabs your hand, and follows you to your room. Just as you reach the door he stops, and drops his hand out of yours. “Bucky.. It’s okay you can come in.”

“Are you sure?” He asks hesitantly.

“I’m positive.” He smiles slightly at your answer then follows you in.

“I got youu…” You trail your words out as you dig for his gift. “This.” You pass him the teddy, expecting to smile but instead he frowns, rubbing his thumb over each word as he reads it.

“You don’t like it?” you ask him, taking a seat next to him.

“I do,” He forces a smile out, “I’m just worried I won’t be a good dad. I’m just scared doll.” He looks up to you again and sees your eyes still glossy, and he feels he has to defend his words. “I am excited, please know I am. I just don’t wanna mess up again.” He reaches out to touch your stomach and you see him hesitating so you put your hand on top of his and gently push it onto your stomach.

“It’s gonna be okay Buck, I trust you.” You lay your head on his shoulder and cuddle into him, “We’re gonna be okay.”

“I love you both so much.”

“And we love you too.” Just as you finish speaking your stomach rumbles, which startles Bucky.

“Oh my god. Was that the baby??”

You had to hold in your laughter as you replied to him, it was way too early for the baby to kick. “No Bucky, I’m just hungry.” He follows your gaze to the tray with the breakfast he made you.

“Dolll… you didn’t eat?” You shake your head and Bucky stands up and brings it to bed.”Wanna share?”

“Of course.” He picks up a gummy bear but before he can put it in his mouth you grab it.

“Hey!” He looks at you confused.

“Sorry,” you say between your giggles, “you aren't getting any of the gummy bears, baby wants all of them.”

“Oh yeah? Baby wants all of them? Sureee.” You were both laughing now, as you tried to get all the gummy bears before him.

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thefallennightmare · 1 year

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Envy-one shot

Pairings: MobBoss!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 1119

Warnings: angst, swearing, drug/drinking references, fluff, and a bit of implied smut.

Summary: There's a new bartender at Bucky's club which almost spells disaster for reader and Bucky's relationship.

Authors Note: Someone requested this like over a month ago and I'm finally finding a few minutes to write something up, so whoever requested it I hope you like it! Sorry for yet again making Natasha the bad guy.

The music was loud, echoing off of the brick walls of the club as I maneuvered my tiny frame through the sea of bodies that were pressed against one another. It was a typical Saturday night, everyone in Brooklyn had shown up for either drinking their sorrows away or hoping to get a glimpse of him knowing that he would be the answer to whatever problems they needed help with. I knew that it was a long shot because he rarely was seen out on the main floor of his club. He strictly stayed in the back, watching everything from afar.

“Hey, Y.N. Where’s Barnes?”

I came to a halt while crossing my arms over my chest and raised a brow at the man that sat in the usual stool.

“Tony Stark. I thought you said that your standards were too high for Buchanans?” I reminded him.

Tony shrugged while taking a large swig of his beer. “Your boyfriend has a great place, what can I say?”

“Fiancé,” I corrected him.

The large diamond from my ring shined bright underneath the lights that were being projected from the DJ booth.

“So,” Tony set the beer on the bar behind him. “Can I get a few minutes to sit with him? I’ve got a great business idea that would be perfect for his mob group.

I shook my head. “Bucky doesn’t like walk-ins. Call Sam to make an appointment.”

Ignoring his protest, I walked to the other end of the bar and gave a small smile to the new bartender who looked a bit flustered. I knew that anyone's first night at a new job would be nerve wrecking especially here at Buchanan’s. It was known as THE hot spot in Brooklyn, everyone wanted to come here but spent the majority of the night waiting in line, hoping it would be their moment. There was a very strict guest list here and Bucky would never deter from it.

“Hey, can I get Mr. Barnes drink please?” I gave her another smile.

The bartender, Natasha, raised a brow at me while halting making the current drink.

“I didn’t receive Bucky’s order,” she said with a hint of attitude.

I bit the inside of my cheek to do my best to keep my own attitude at bay.

“Mr. Barnes,” I corrected her.

There were only a select few that could call him Bucky; me and Steve.

Natasha rolled her eyes before popping open a beer bottle and sliding it over to me.

“$7,” she said flatly as I was about to walk away.

I scoffed. “Put it on his tab.”

“I was told that whoever picks up Mr. Barnes drink needs to pay,” Natahsa stressed out his name.

“This isn’t worth it,” I mumbled to myself and went to walk away yet again.

It was when I felt her hand on my wrist that I stared at it with pure anger flashing in my eyes.

“Don’t fucking touch me,” I seethed and yanked my hand away.

Nataha’s eyes sliced into me. “Who do you think you are that you can walk away without paying?”

I held up my left hand, the large diamond glimmering in her eyes. “I’ll let this one-time slide but if you question who I am or touch me again, I’ll make sure you never work anywhere in Brooklyn again.”

There was a small group of people staring at us, wondering if a fight was about to break out, but there were a certain set of eyes that I felt burning at the back of my head that made my entire body tingle.

I peeked over my shoulder and saw Bucky leaning into our booth, the sight of him being seen out for the first time in a while. No doubt he received word about my and Natasha’s exchange of words. And with the way his eyes dropped away from me, a deep breath falling from his lips I knew that he was disappointed.

With a snap decision to drop this conversation, I turned my back to Natasha and made my way towards Bucky.

“Don’t even say it,” I warned while sitting next to him.

Bucky sighed. “How many bartenders are we going to have to rehire because of you?”

I snorted a laugh. “Maybe if they learned their place then I wouldn’t have to show it to them.”

The fast-paced beats of the music pounded hard against my chest as I leaned deeper into the cloth booth, the heat radiating off of him. With his arm wrapped around me, I stared up at the soft features of his face, the freshly buzzed haircut of his suiting him just right.

I pressed my lips onto his, Bucky’s tongue not wasting any time in exploring every crevice of my mouth. My moan was muffled by him as his fingers slid underneath my skirt and ghosted over the slit between my legs.

“So wet for me already, doll,” Bucky groaned while burying his face into the crook of my neck.

Our actions went unbothered by anyone in the club, they all were too busy with drinking or snorting whatever drug had been smuggled inside.

“Excuse me, Bucky?”

Rage boiled when I heard her scratchy voice and Bucky reluctantly pulled away, eyes landing on Natasha who was leaning on the table in front of us. Her breasts were exposed by her low-cut shirt.

“It’s Mr. Barnes.”

I chuckled silently at him correcting her.

She mocked sorrow by nodding. “I’m sorry, Mr. Barnes. But there’s someone at the bar asking for you.”

We noticed Sam Wilson and Steve Rogers leaning up against the bar which only meant one thing; Bucky was needed somewhere pronto.

“I could walk you over there if you’d like,” Natasha said. “I know how crazy it can get in here when people see you.”

Bucky ignored her and placed a deep, loving kiss upon my lips. “Don’t wait up for me, Y/N.”

I scratched at the back of his neck, his sweet spot, and saw his eyes flutter shut at my touch.

“We both know that I always do,” I said.

“Mr. Barnes?” Natasha tried again while pushing her breast together. “Would you like me to walk you over there?”

The low rumble of annoyance in his chest was only heard by me as Bucky stood from our booth. “Get back to the bar, Romanoff and don’t leave unless I say it’s alright.”

With her tail tucked between her legs, she scurried back to the bar.

Bucky went to walk away but I linked my fingers with his vibranium ones. “Be careful.”

With a few peppered kisses over my palm, he nodded. “Always, doll.”

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rollingsins · 11 months

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all hers, part xxi

summary: Richie's gone. Sam and Tara rush to the police station, and R gets a visit from someone she hoped to never see again.

warnings: (+18), Tara is Ghostface, mention of murder. Mention of sex, violence.

word count: 3.5k

a/n: it's here! GF final reveal. as mentioned previously, I'm going to try keep the blog spoiler free for the next 48 hours, so won't be posting spoilery asks, but please still feel free to send them through! I'll post them a little later :))))) hope you all enjoy, and I hope your theory was correct!

Nobody says anything for a good twenty seconds.

The Sheriff’s face is stony. Serious.

You feel as if your heart has just dropped down into your stomach.

Tara’s hand grips tight on your hip.

Sam blinks, mouth open like a fish out of water.

And then it’s her who breaks the silence.

“He’s gone?”

She blinks once more. Her words turn into a splutter.

“But he’s dead.”

The Sheriff swallows. You almost feel bad for her, the way she wrings her hat in her hands like she’s standing in front of a courthouse of jurors.

“He was admitted to the morgue,” She explains, voice soft, “There was a fifteen minute window where the Coroner was off shift. We think it happened then.”

“You think what happened?” You ask, heartbeat hammering loudly in your ears, “You think he got up and walked out?”

“No,” Says the Sheriff, a little impatient, “He was dead. He’s definitely dead-”

“And you lost him?” Tara asks, her voice rising, “You lost a dead guy?”

The Sheriff looks at Sam.

“Perhaps we should do this somewhere more private?”

“Absolutely not,” Sneers Tara, “You don’t exactly have a track record of asking the right questions, Sheriff.”

Except she does. And you know it. You touch Tara’s arm, try to quiet her.

Let’s not piss off the person who can haul you right back to jail, the look in your eyes says.

But Sam crosses her arms.

“Tara stays. She’s right, Sheriff. First you try to pin six murders on her, then you lose the actual culprit. The dead culprit.”

The Sheriff purses her lips.

“I’m not here to argue,” She says, directing a pointed look at your girlfriend, “But I am here to find out what happened. Whoever Richie was working with likely took his body. Why? I don’t know. But I need answers. And fast.”

Sam furrows her brow.

“I don’t know who he was working with,” She says, “I didn’t even know what he was doing in his spare time. Hell, I had no idea who he truly was.”

She sounds a little agonized. Like it’s her fault her boyfriend almost had her sister killed.

“But you knew him.” Says the Sheriff, “You knew his patterns, his friends, his routine. If we can pin down some names, we might be able to find the culprit.”

She stands a little taller.

“And I’d like you to come down to the station and help me figure it out. Please.”

Sam looks at Tara, a little torn.

“I need to be here with my sister.” She says.

“Your sister will be fine,” Says the Sheriff, “I can arrange for a squad car. Two, if you need it. She’ll be safe, Sam. They won’t let anything happen to her.”

“Fuck that,” Says Tara, “We’re coming. Down to the station. Sam, I’m not letting you talk to them alone.”

There’s fire in her voice. Fire that usually only sparks when it comes to you. You blink, a little surprised. Sam seems to be surprised by it too, going off the look on her face.

“That really isn’t necessary.” Cuts in the Sheriff, hurriedly, “Tara, it’s really better if I talk to Sam alone-”

“You’re not talking to Sam without me,” Growls Tara.

The Sheriff blinks, her shoulders drawn tight like she’s gearing for a fight. And then she slumps them.

“Alright,” She says, voice even, “What matters is finding Richie and his partner. Tara can be with you.”

Sam swallows. She nods, only slightly.

“I’ll get my jacket.”

You’re halfway into climbing into the Sheriff’s squad car when a familiar Ford Focus pulls into the driveway.

It’s your Mom’s car. You spot her behind the wheel, looking a little forlorn as she hurries to step out.

And then you see your Dad. Face pinched. Annoyed. Like this is the last place he wants to be.

“One second,” You tell the Sheriff, and before she can protest, you’re climbing out of the backseat and stepping out onto the drive.

“YN,” Says your Mom, a little out of breath as she approaches.

Your Dad hovers by the car, scowl on his face as he surveys Tara in the backseat of the squad car. Your Mom’s eyes widen.

“She’s not been arrested again?”

“No, Mom,” You huff, “The Sheriff just needs Sam’s help on something, that’s all.”

“Oh,” Says your Mom. Then her voice softens, “Darling, please. Come home with us. We all need to talk.”

“I don’t think so, Mom.” You begin, “Not when Dad’s acting- crazy, like this.”

You look over at him. He hasn’t taken his eyes off Tara. Glaring, eyes frosted over. Like he hates her more than anyone else in the world.

“Dad has agreed to listen,” Your Mom begs, “Please, sweetheart. He knows he overreacted about the- sex,” Her voice drops, like she’s just said something scandalous, “But the other things - the arrest. The manslaughter?”

“Self-defense,” You say immediately.

Your Mom swallows.

“The self-defense. We need to talk about it. You’re still our daughter. Our only daughter. And we’re worried about you.”

You shoot a look over to the squad car.

The Sheriff is watching, her eyes pinched. Sam’s watching your Dad, but Tara is looking at you.

“Babe?” She says from the car, voice soft, “What is it?”

It isn’t the worst idea in the world. They’re still your parents, after all. You don’t want this - your Dad angry at you. Angry at Tara. You don’t want to ruin your relationship with them if it can be salvaged.

Your Mom blinks, desperation in her eyes. You soften, pursing your lips.

“I’m going to go with my parents,” You tell Tara, “My Mom is right. We should talk.”

Tara sits up. She pries off her seatbelt immediately.

“I’ll come.” Tara says, climbing out of the car.

“No.” Your Dad growls from the car. You ignore him. Rub your hands over Tara’s forearms.

“Babe, it’s fine. You need to go with Sam,” You remind her. You lower your voice, “You need to be in there, make sure she’s okay. Like you said."

Tara looks at you, conflicted.

“But, babe-”

“I’ll be fine,” You assure, “I’ll be with my parents. You and Sam can come and pick me up from the house when you’re done.”

“But Ghostface-”

“Isn’t going to attack me in broad daylight,” You say, “Besides. My Dad’s arsenal is almost as big as Sam’s. Remember?”

Tara looks at your Dad, a little doubtful.

“She’ll be fine, Tara, I’ll send in a squad car.” Says The Sheriff, looking over the rim of her sunglasses at you, “But if you want to go, I don’t mind talking to Sam alone-”

Her tone of voice suggests she very much wants Tara to stay with you. Tara picks it up the same moment you do. Her eyes narrow. Sam's an easy target - Richie's girlfriend, perhaps she could even be sold as his partner in crime.

“You’re not talking to Sam without me,” She says, voice a growl. She shimmies out of the backseat and presses a kiss to your lips, “Keep your phone on,” She says, “Text me every five minutes, okay?”

You nod.

“Okay, babe.” You assure, offering her a small smile.

She kisses you once more.

“And be careful.”

The drive back to your parents house is in silence.

You sit in the back seat, twiddling your thumbs. Your Mom drives, your Dad stewing in silence.

When you arrive at the house, it isn’t much better.

“I’ll make tea,” Says your Mom, hurrying off to the kitchen as you and your Dad settle down on the sofa. His lip twitches, like he has something he wants to say, but you get in first.

“You owe Tara an apology,” You say, eyes narrowed, “She has a bruise on her arm the size of Iowa-”

“She’s lucky that’s all she got,” Says your Dad.

You stare at him for a moment. Then stand.

“I’m not talking to you if you’re going to be like this,” You say, voice hot.

Your Dad hesitates. Then puts his arm out to draw you back down.

“I’m sorry,” He says, and although it’s through gritted teeth, he does sound like he means it, “I shouldn’t have grabbed her. I’ll apologize to her.”

You blink.

“Thank you.”

Your Mom reemerges, cups of hot tea in hand.

“Darling,” She says, “Please. Sit down.”

You settle back into your seat, phone buzzing in your hand. It’s Tara.

In Sheriff’s office with Sam, waiting for her to come back, it reads.

Then. It buzzes again.

You ok baby?

Fine, you message back, Dad said he’s sorry for grabbing u.

I’ll believe it when I hear it, Tara sends back.

Your Mom clears her throat.

“YN,” She says, “Can you put the phone down please? We need to talk.”

And talk you do.

Your Dad stays quiet while your Mom outlines her concerns. The plan, the manslaughter. Tara’s arrest. Her concerns are valid.

Yes, Tara had been arrested for murder. Murders that she had committed.

Yes, you’d set up a foolhardy plan with Tara’s friends to capture Ghostface.

And yes, you’d gone into that school knowing you were about to take someone’s life. And done exactly that.

You watch as your Mother tries to understand. And know there’s nothing you can say to quell her fears.

“I think we need to get you into therapy.” Says your Mom, chewing her lip, “We should have done it earlier. I’m sorry we didn’t do it earlier.”

You blink.

“I don’t want to talk to a shrink,” You argue.

You don’t want to talk to anyone about this. Talking led to answers, answers that you very much need to keep buried. For your sake, just as much as Tara’s.

“Please, honey,” Begs your Mom, “You haven’t been coping, that much is obvious.”

“I’m fine,” You say, leaning forward, “As fine as I can be. I know you’re upset about the plan, but Mom- it was the only way. I mean, look what he was doing to us. Dad carries around a shotgun like it’s his wallet, Tara was going out of her mind, and poor Sam is one more attack away from a nervous breakdown-”

“Exactly why you should talk to someone,” Says your Dad, quietly, “This isn’t normal, YN. Normal eighteen year olds are worried about which colleges they’re going to get into. Not about if they’re going to be attacked in their homes in the middle of the night.”

He pauses.

“And it wouldn’t hurt Tara to go, either.”

Annoyance flares up in your chest.

“Can you stop going after Tara?” You say, suddenly on edge, “She’s done nothing to you, Dad. All she’s done is protect me, and you’re acting like she’s been abusing me or something-”

“There’s something not right about her,” Your Dad says. His brows furrow, like there’s something he just can’t quite work out, “YN, she treats you like you belong to her.”

“I do belong to her,” You say immediately, and then regret it almost instantly. Your Dad’s face contorts in anger. Hurriedly, you walk it back, “I mean, she belongs to me too. I’m her girlfriend. And she’s mine.”

“Honey.” Your Mom is looking at your Dad, a serious look in her eye. Like she’s trying to warn him off saying the wrong thing.

You watch his fists ball.

“Nobody belongs to anyone,” Your Dad says, “You’re not a piece of property. See, this is exactly what I mean. Any shrink worth his weight will tell you the same.”

“I’m not talking to a shrink,” You say, voice raising, “You can’t make me.”

Your Dad stands. His voice is like thunder.

“You’re my child and you’ll do what I say,” He says, familiar vein popping out of his forehead.

You sink back into your seat, crossing your arms, “I thought I didn’t belong to anyone?” You say, voice flat.

Your Dad takes a deep breath. The way he usually does before he’s about to launch into a tirade.

His hand raises, and he points a finger at you.

And then his face freezes.

It’s unmistakable. A loud shattering, like a glass has been dropped. Your Mom’s face falls. You blink, head turning to see where it had come from.

“What was that?” Your Dad says, turning from you, suddenly on guard.

It had sounded from the kitchen. Butterflies soar within your stomach, but not the good kind. The kind that feel like you’re being eaten from the inside out.

The back of your neck prickles. And then your heart almost leaps out of your chest as you feel your phone buzzing in your hands.

It’s Tara. Her pretty smile flashes across the screen. You gulp, silencing your phone with a click of your button.

“The gun,” Hisses your Mom, “Get the gun.”

Your Dad fumbles around behind the sofa. He pulls out his shotgun, posies it against his chest.

“Who’s there?” He calls out, but his voice shakes, “I’m armed. I have a weapon.”

Silence.

Your Mom grabs you by the arm, pulls you back against the wall.

“Stay here,” Your Dad says, cocking the shotgun.

“Dad, don’t-” You hiss, as you grab your phone. It’s buzzing again, Tara’s name flashing across the screen, “I’m going to call the police.”

But he doesn’t listen.

He draws closer to the kitchen, step by step. Your Mom’s eyes are wide, fearful, as she clings onto your arm for dear life.

You press your phone to your ear, answer Tara’s call.

“Babe-” She says, voice urgent, “Stay where you are, I know who Ghostface is.”

But you barely hear her. Your heartbeat is thundering in your ears, fire flooding through your veins.

“He’s in the house,” You say, breath caught in the back of your throat, “Tara, he’s here-”

The crunch of your Dad’s boots against the kitchen tile. You watch as he disappears out of sight. Tears spill wet down your cheeks. Your Mom’s grip on your hand is so hard you feel as if she might pull it clean off.

“Baby, I’m coming,” Tara says. She’s out of breath, like she’s running, “Sam- drive.”

“Call the police, Tara, please,” You whisper, voice a beg, “Call the police right now.”

“Stay on the line, babe,” Tara says. You hear the click of the car door, and Sam’s voice. Urgent. Desperate, “We’re coming right now. We figured it out - Ghostface is-”

But you don’t hear what she says.

Your Dad disappears into the kitchen for less than a second. Another loud crash sounds, then your Dad cries out.

The shotgun blasts.

Your Mom screams.

Your ears ring as you drop your phone to the floor, the screen smashing instantly.

“Dad?” You call out, hands shaking as you move your Mom behind you, “Dad, say something. Are you okay?”

But he doesn’t say a thing.

Blood pounds through your body. Your mother starts to cry. Adrenaline floods through you.

And suddenly you know exactly what you need to do.

“Run.” You tell your Mom.

Your legs feel like jelly as you sprint through the living room, your Mom close behind. You make it to the foyer, looking behind you wildly in an attempt to see if anyone’s behind you. You press your hand against the handle and attempt to draw it open.

But it stays firm, locked.

“It’s the alarm system,” Says your Mother, face thick with tears, “The house is on lockdown, Daddy set it up to go through our phones.”

“So get your phone out.” You hiss.

She fumbles around in her pockets and draws out her phone. You watch the hallway. It’s quiet. Eerie. No sign of your Dad, and no sign of anyone else. You eye the living room window, thinking.

“It won’t unlock,” Your mother says, voice frantic.

You seize the phone from her hands, fiddle around in the app. UNLOCK is near the center, a bright green button. You press it once. Then twice, but nothing happens.

As if it’s been overridden.

“Window,” You mumble, “Mom, get to the window. I’ll break it.”

It happens in a flash.

One moment you’re dropping her phone to the floor, in an effort to grab her hand and run.

And the next, you see him.

Black cloak. Mask pulled over his face.

Your Dad’s shotgun in his hands. Blood coated over his gloves, gleaming in the daylight.

“Run!” You scream out.

Your Mother sprints. Ghostface raises the weapon, lets out a single shot that rings out heavy into the air. It misses, flies off into the wall behind you.

“Don’t move.” Says Ghostface, voice contorted, “Move and you die.”

But you don’t listen. The gun isn’t reloaded - you don’t know much about weapons, but you’ve seen your Dad shoot it before. You tear off, ignoring his angry cry out as you follow your Mom into the living room.

Your Mom grabs a nearby lamp, flings it wildly at the window. It shatters, almost as loudly as the shotgun. Pieces of broken glass litter the carpet, but it's the least of your worries.

You leap over the couch, take your Mother’s hand and lead her to the window.

And then, out of the corner of your eye, you see him again.

He’s loading pellets into the shotgun, and then, with a quiet click, he raises it once more.

But he doesn’t point it at you.

“Mom!” You scream.

Another blast sounds out. You grip either side of your head, ears ringing painfully at the sound. Your mother screams, and then falls to the floor.

Blood spills thick and fast onto the carpet.

You drop down, watch in horror as you catch sight of the wound. It’s gory, bloody, half of her leg blasted clean off. She wails, eyes wide in agony, clutching at her leg as if it will fall off if she lets go.

“Mom.” You sob. You grip her shoulders, in a feeble attempt to drag her to the window.

You should run. You should leave her and run.

But you can’t.

She’s your Mother.

And it’s just the distraction Ghostface needs.

Your Mom looks up at you, mouth open in horror as sees him, looming behind you.

“YN!” She cries out.

But you don’t turn in time.

You feel the hard press as the back of the shotgun slams against your head.

And then everything turns black.

You feel like you’re floating.

Over the earth, mind dizzy, like you’ve been launched into space without an oxygen mask.

There are stars behind your eyes. The back of your head aches, unpleasantly. You can feel something wet against the back of your neck, trickling down underneath your shirt. You groan, move your hand to wipe it away.

And then you realize your hands are bound behind your back.

Panic surges through you as you remember your last moments of consciousness.

Your Dad, walking into the kitchen with a shotgun. The bang of the bullet.

Your Mom, screaming, writhing in pain on the living room floor, shotgun pellet in her leg.

Ghostface.

You open your eyes, chest heaving.

Everything’s fuzzy, blurred. It hurts to look. The room is dark, save for a single ceiling lamp, flickering as if it’s down to its last few minutes of light. You squint, trying to make out your surroundings.

You’re in a basement, maybe. It’s dirty, dusty. Unused. Somewhere completely unfamiliar.

A wave of nausea floods through you.

Your head pounds. The wetness seeping down onto the back of your neck is blood, you realize all at once.

Your phone is broken, gone.

And Ghostface stands in front of you, shimmering dagger in his hands.

You tug at your restraints, hysteria surging through you.

Ghostface has taken you somewhere. To his house, maybe. To somewhere the police, and Tara won’t be able to find you. There’s no sign of your mother, or your father.

It’s quiet.

The only sounds are the desperate fidgeting of your hands and the heavy noise of his breathing.

But it’s hopeless.

Your hands are bound too tight. You have no weapon, and you feel light. Dizzy. Like even if you managed to stand you’d pass out instantly.

It’s the end, you realize all at once.

He has you. And this is how you’re going to die.

You swallow, squint a little harder, ignoring the waves of sickness that flood through you.

And suddenly you only want to know one thing.

“Who are you?” You mumble, “Please. Tell me what you want.”

“Who am I?” Ghostface says. He tilts his head, and you can hear the sneer in his voice. He drops his dagger, then curls his fingers around the edge of the mask.

It pulls off in one clean swipe.

Gone is the mystery. The unfamiliarity.

Your heart drops.

You’ve seen this face before. Not once or twice.

You’ve seen this face so many times in the last twenty-four hours. You remember never wanting to see it again.

But she’s here.

She has you here.

Blood streaming down your neck, hands bound so tight your fingertips are starting to lose feeling.

She stands a little taller, drops her robes and tosses the mask to the floor.

Blonde hair, wide blue eyes.

The spitting image of him.

Sheriff’s badge pressed to her chest.

And suddenly it all falls into place.

She leans in, until she’s so close you can see the untamed lunacy in her eyes. She looks wild, deranged as she tilts the blade against your cheek.

There’s nothing in her eyes but pure, unadulterated hatred.

And then her lips curls as she spits out: “I’m the mother of the boy you murdered.”

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No Benefits

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Reader and Bucky are best friends until a drunken hook up. Bucky wants a friends with benefits situation because he doesn't feel ready for a relationship but reader knows that will lead to a broken heart.

Then Sharon Carter comes to work with them.

Notes: Steve and Tony are around but retired, everything else is mostly canon

Chapter 7

Warnings: swearing, angst

Sam returned from dropping Cookie at her new home hoping he could get to his room and changed into workout gear without running into anyone. Unfortunately, luck wasn't with him and he heard someone in the kitchen. He decided to speed walk past and hope that whoever it was, was too busy to notice him. That didn't work out either and as he heard Bucky calling his name, Sam cursed softly before stopping.

"Hey Bucky, what's up?"

Bucky looked at him, confused "Why are you coming from the hangar? I didn't hear about any mission."

Sam shook his head "Just a quick errand, not a mission."

Bucky's brow furrowed "On a quinjet? What's the story?"

Sam smirked "Sorry, Terminator. It's classified, I could tell you but then I'd have to kill you." He laughed out loud as he walked away.

They met in the gym a short while later and Bucky kept needling Sam to find out what he was up to but Sam held his tongue, even after Bucky gave him a black eye.

In the wee hours of the next morning, Tony Stark was fighting off sleep when he received an email notification *Transfer of Personnel*. Curious, because he hadn't approved any changes, he read through the email growing more and more angry as he realized what it said. He turned up his music and cursed for 5 minutes straight. Once he calmed down, he composed and sent an urgent email.

The Avengers, their ancillary staff and the new head of intel for the compound all received emails accompanied by an alarm, meaning that whatever it was, was urgent, forcing all of them up and out of bed.

Bucky looked at his phone which said 4am, cursing and threw on a shirt and sweats before heading to the conference room. As he grew closer he saw other Avengers and some staff that he knew but others he wasn't familiar with, all trudging the same way he was. He looked at his phone and saw it was 4:15 and swore again. Some poor intern was standing at the conference room door, in her bathrobe and slippers, handing out coffees to anyone who wanted one. Bucky took one and nodded in thanks before sitting at the table by Steve and across from Nat, Sharon and Yelena.

"Why are you here punk? Doesn't being retired mean you don't have to deal with this bullshit?"

Steve shrugged "Ask Tony, we were up late working so I slept in my old room and he included me in his email."

When the room was almost full Tony came in hands shaking, from anger or caffeine was hard to tell but he'd obviously had too much of both. Sam followed behind him.

Tony cleared his throat.

"Alright. Everyone sit down and shut the Hell up."

He paused for a moment to let everyone settle down before he spoke with an edge to his voice

"I want all of you to know how absolutely fucking furious I am right now so you can appreciate how hard I'm working to control myself."

Everyone looked at him with tired eyes before he continued

"First, I want you all to meet our liaison with the intel office here, this is Dylan, supervisor for the Compound intelligence office."

Dylan stood and waved nervously before quickly sitting down.

Steve looked confused "Why won't Cookie be our contact anymore?"

Bucky straightened up and looked at Steve when he heard him mention Cookie. He noticed Sam hadn't said anything and knew he was closest to Cookie lately. Sam looked suspiciously calm, considering what Tony just told them.

Bucky jumped when Tony slapped the table and shouted

"I want to know which one of you assholes made Cookie leave without even saying goodbye? I woke up this morning to an email from Fury letting me know she moved to a different office." Tony paused, panting "I wanna know who is going to make my cookies now? One of you fuckers better step up and find a way to get her to come back or there will be Hell to pay."

Bucky sat back in his chair in shock. He had planned to talk to Cookie soon, he just felt so guilty over hurting her again and again. He knew she deserved better than a broken man like him and when he had finally convinced himself that he deserved to be happy and finally showed her how he felt and spent the night with her, Nat had pulled him into Antonia's web. All he had done since then was hurt her, repeatedly.

Tony hadn't stopped ranting until he looked at Bucky "It was you, Manchurian, wasn't it?" He looked over at Nat, then Sharon and Yelena "and you three. You were all controlled by Antonia, and that's fucked up no question but Cookie got a pretty bad deal in all this too and she considered all of you her friends. So what did you do?"

All four of them looked down at their hands and mumbled incoherently.

Sam cleared his throat

"They didn't do anything, not a god damned thing."

He looked pointedly at each of them "You all acted like acknowledging her would prove that you hurt her and Cookie was so worried that you all seeing her around was making your healing more difficult so she left to make your lives easier while not one of you could be bothered to even try talking to her or spare a thought for her feelings or healing."

Bucky looked at Sam "So where is she?" Something occurred to him "That's your secret mission yesterday, wasn't it? You took her away from me." he accused.

Sam shook his head "No Barnes, you pushed her away. Even after you've been cleared by medical, you didn't even try to talk to her. Just kept skulking around, making her feel guilty."

"But she didn't do anything wrong why would she feel guilty?" Bucky argued

Sam rolled his eyes. "Just take a minute to think about it, you'll get there."

Bucky slowly figured out what Sam was talking about and his head fell. He knew he needed to talk to her, even Dr Raynor who he had been seeing 3 times a week had pushed him to tell her but he hadn't felt ready for Cookie to confirm what he already knew. Even though it wasn't really his fault it was still him and their chances for any kind of relationship were dead.

Bucky felt his eyes fill with tears "It's my fault Cookie is gone but I need to find a way to talk to her and convince her to come home." He looked at Sam "Where is she?"

Sam shook his head "Not a chance. Not until Cookie gives me the ok. Sorry, tin man."

Bucky growled and hit the table, making Tony shout until Bucky glared at him before stalking out of the room.

When Tony was done ranting, Steve left to find Bucky. He went to Bucky's room but he wasn't there. Or in the kitchen or common room. Steve was ready to give up when Friday's alarm blared and announced that the sprinklers had come on in the Avengers private gym which was limited to the team and a select few agents. It was rarely used since the team was usually training with recruits, except for Bucky.

By the time Steve made it to the gym, Bucky was kneeling in the middle of the destroyed room, breathing heavily, sprinklers raining down on him.

"It's my fault, Steve. I fucked everything up and now she's gone." He shook his head "I can't do this without her, I don't know how to deal with all of this every day without her by my side like she has been for the last 2 years." He looked at Steve sadly "What do I do now? How can I get her back?"

Steve shrugged and shook his head "I don't know Buck, I just don't know."

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In her new city, Cookie woke up in her new townhouse and got ready for her first day in a new office. Considering how the compound had felt recently she enjoyed having her own kitchen and living area. No one avoiding or ignoring her, making her feel bad for just existing in their space.

Different office but the same job and she already knew all of the analysts here, had hired most of them, but people behaved differently when the boss was around.

It was a beautiful spring day so Cookie decided to walk the short distance to her office. Like the compound her department only took up a floor but instead of Avengers they were surrounded by CIA agents, definitely not as friendly but that was fine with her. Cookie was more interested in work than any personal entanglements with her co-workers.

Cookie entered the building and went directly to S.W.O.R.D. Director Tyler Hayward. He was an ambitious man who wasn't thrilled to have someone in 'his office' who reported to someone else and wasn't in his control but he wasn't going to risk going against Fury so affixed a fake smile to his face and welcomed Cookie to the office.

They spoke for a few minutes before he led her to a conference room to meet with all of the analysts that report to Cookie. Annie was the senior analyst and had known Cookie for a few years so showed her to her new office.

Annie and Cookie had become good long distance friends, bonding over their shared love of mystery books.

When they arrived in Cookies office, Annie told her about a new book release by an author they both loved. The party was this coming Saturday and the publishing company had their offices a few buildings over. Annie had been able to get her name on the guest list and wanted Cookie to be her plus one since Annie's girlfriend didn't care for mysteries.

Cookie responded enthusiastically and they planned to have a late dinner after the party. Cookie was excited to have the opportunity to look around Boston and maybe meet Harland Thrombey.

She thought to herself. Maybe the move wouldn't be so bad after all.

Cookie had a busy week getting settled into her new office and butting heads with Tyler over some tips she had offered to streamline some of their processes. She went to work for a few hours on Saturday before meeting Annie for a mani-pedi after lunch. She went home to get dressed in a purple, silk, cocktail dress with a deep v-neck that fell just above her knees. Adding black stilettos and clutch to complete the look.

She met Annie at the entrance to the building, they checked each other out appreciatively and linked arms as they walked into the party.

A tall, well built, dark blonde haired man noticed Cookie's entrance and his bright blue eyes followed her around the room, after deciding the tall woman he had never seen before would be the evenings prey.

He approached them as she was getting a drink "You're new in town."

Cookie looked at him curiously, feeling her face heat up as he so obviously checked her out. She nodded "I am. Are you the welcoming committee?"

The man nodded "For a lady as pretty as you, I will endeavour to be welcoming." He took her hand and kissed the back "Ransom Drysdale, pleased to meet you."

"I'm Y/N Y/L/N but my friends call me Cookie, this is my friend Annie. Your name is familiar but I can't- oh my gosh you're Harland Thrombey's grandson. One of the VP's here."

Ransom smiled and made a small bow "That's me. Would you like to meet him?"

Annie and Cookie nodded enthusiastically and took the arms Ransom offered to lead her over to meet his grandfather who was as kind and gracious as she hoped he would be. Unfortunately the party was crowded and there were many others waiting to meet the author, so they only chatted for a few minutes.

Shortly after they met Harland, Annie's girlfriend called, asking her to pick up some infants pain killer as their daughter had woken up from teething pain. She tried to apologize but Cookie shooed her away and promised she would find her own way home.

As soon as Annie was out of sight, Ransom smiled at Cookie and licked his lips. "So, Cookie, do you want to get out of here? My club has a great late supper menu if you're hungry or I'm sure we can find something to do."

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buckyalpine · 2 years

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nah cause imagine babe, bucky coming to sam and steve one day like “who is ned fulmer and why is everyone talking ab him??” and sam’s the one that responds, “he was a member of the try guys who made his entire personality about his wife and loving her only for everyone to find out he’s been cheating on her. in fact, he kind of reminded me of you, with how obsessed you are of y/n.”

and bucky’s like ??? what the fuck ?? you’re his entire world and the thought of cheating on you is painful. like his stomach hurts and his ass itches just thinking ab it. he could imagine his momma ready to beat his ass, no hesitation. so the next couple of days, he goes on social media just to flaunt how much he loves his baby.

Bucky would never cheat

OMG this is sooo cute also I burst out laughing for this making his ass itch LMAOOOO

It's been all over this social media feed, which he's still trying to figure out. Everyone's loosing their minds and he has no idea why. He walks into the living room to see Sam and Steve talking, and the name Ned comes up again.

"Who is Ned"

"That guy from this group on social media, these 4 guys who try things together,. Anyway, this one guy, Ned, talked about his wife all the time, this man was was in love with her. Literally, his whole was dedicating to loving his wife. Turns out, he's been cheating on her with someone they work with"

"What the fuck" Bucky never understood cheating, just leave for fucks sake.

"Seriously, all he did was talk about how everything reminded him of her and how amazing she is, just like how you're always on about y/n"

Bucky's eyes grew wide, absolutely not, whoever this bitchass Ned was nothing like him. He would never ever in his 100+ years of life cheat on you. His mother never got the chance to meet you but if she did, she would have loved you like one of her daughters. If he cheated on you, she would have beat his ass on the streets with the first thing that came to her hands, and there would be no option to tap out (let's be real, he knows Steve, Sam, Thor, Clint, Tony, his momma would tag team and take turns)

BUT HE WOULD NEVER EVER. He adores his baby too much, the thought alone makes him nauseous, he could never hurt you. The only time he would make you cry is when he's pouring his heart out to you and telling you how special you are and when he's railing you with his fat fucking co-

ok chill.

anyway.

He run's around the compound to find you, he has to cuddle and kiss you and just hold you. When you're in his arms, he wants the entire world to know. He's never active on social media (he has like 1 post after tony pestered him about needing an online presence). He decides to put up one more picture, nothing too fancy. Simple. Your head resting on his chest, your face slightly covered. His arm wrapped around you protectively.

Caption: Mine

Likes: 54,234,664

Comments: too many to go through

Tony: jealous but low key happy cause you're both so cute but he's 100% posting a thirst trap after this.

The day you get married, social media goes crazy. All the wedding day pictures. The reception. All the anniversary pictures. All the baby bump pictures. All the pictures with your kids. All the pictures of just you.

The difference is, he doesn't have to actually say anything. No extra long captions. Everyone can just see it. The way he looks at you. The way he protects you. The way his heart is all just for you.

Everybody knows.

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dearhargrove · 1 year

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Summary Ethan knew Quinn was going to attack his friends - but the deal was to keep you as unharmed as possible. Unfortunately Quinn had never really liked you.

tags violence, wounds, blood, spoilers for scream iv, fem reader

word count 1380

a/n first time writing for scream! Recently watched it cuz of jack and wow…. Such a great movie like what. Anyway I decided to write this and I hope it's not all too bad :) enjoy. For the ppl that follow this account I'm so sorry I've been so inactive, I'll try post more <3

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It had happened quicker than you would've thought - in the span of a few seconds Tara and Sam's roommate (whom you didn't know well) is being shoved out of her room, blood splattering over the floor and Anika, who was pulled to the floor with the - now - dead Quinn.

She screeches as Quinn's dead body pulls her down with it, landing on her back on the hard floor. Everyone's screaming for yelling, but nothing registers in your mind as the infamous masked killer looks behind the door.

You're frozen, you've never been directly attacked by Ghostface, you've only heard about it from your friends who've been the victims before. "Go, go, go!" Sam yells and you nearly miss the sight of Chad dragging Tara behind him in a hurry to leave the apartment, their steps vanishing under the noise.

Sam is pushing against the door but with one harsh shove Ghostface is standing in front of you again. Sam runs to the kitchen, yelling something about getting knives, and you're left with the two other girls and whoever was under the mask.

Mindy's upper arm is slashed and bleeding profusely, "Shit, we gotta-" while you're all distracted trying to find a way out Ghostface manages to get in, knife raised. "Fuck!" You curse when Anika doesn't hesitate and pushes the killer to the floor.

They gather themselves quickly - too quick for Anika and Mindy to escape. They seem to almost completely disregard you as they charge for Mindy. You had no idea why they were focusing on her but you used it to your advantage.

With fast steps you're clinging to their back, arms around their throat to hinder them from hurting your friends even more. God, how you wished Ethan was here right now.

"Go, get out of here!" They look at you with conflicted faces but Mindy was in pain and could barely stand by herself. "I'll get back as soon as I can!" Anika whimpers.

When they leave the killer chuckles, "They left you all alone. Great friends," you're thrown off by the voice and the comment, your grip loosening. They seemed to have expected it and they rip your arms away, pinning you to the wall behind you.

"Fuck you," you growl and try kicking somewhere it'd hurt. You don't see the knife until it's in your abdomen and a painful scream rips from your throat.

The pain is hot white, searing through your body as they push the knife further upwards slowly, your blood oozing past their hand.

Your head is thrown back against the wall and you can almost feel your consciousness slipping from the numbing pain.

"Not today!" Sam suddenly yells and hits Ghostface over the head with something you can't decipher. They distinctly groan and fall to the floor again, you slumping over only barely holding onto the table next to you. Sam calls your name but you can barely move your hand from where it's pressing against the big wound.

"Fuck," she curses under her breath, "We gotta get out of here."

She helps you lay your arm over her shoulders and you try your best to walk with her, but the killer gets up again. You just cry out when you have to hide in Quinn's room.

There's blood on the floor - probably from when she was stabbed earlier - and Sam helps you sit on the bed as she hurriedly pushes a dresser in front of the door.

You're aware that the only way out is now blocked and you're close to giving up when Sam gasps. Looking up you see her reaching for something until she pulls- a ladder? forward and into the room.

She hurries to you and grabs your face in her bloodied hands, you recognize it as yours, "Okay, you'll have to climb over, the others are there, okay?" Everything is blurry when she pulls you over to the window, the ladder looking way too unsteady to safely get anything across this 10ft drop.

"Sam…" she's busy pushing the dresser back in place so you speak up again, "Sam, I won't be able to do this." She shakes her head and tries to interrupt but you stop her, "You go first. I'll be right behind, okay?" You manage a shaky smile and she's conflicted but there's shouts from the other apartment, her boyfriend and your friends waiting for you to make your decision.

She groans in frustration but nods, "Right behind me." She emphasizes and climbs onto the metall.

Your head falls down to your chest in exhaustion again, your blood staining your entire lower body a dark red.

You can hear the creaking from where Sam was climbing over until there's a shout of relief and soon your name, "Climb!"

It takes at least a minute to even walk to the window and by the time you've moved half a meter the dresser is pushed and the door is close to opening.

Your heart is beating so fast you're afraid it'll just completely stop any moment now, but with the encouragement and the thought of your boyfriend at home you manage to move across halfway before they reach the window.

Your friends go suspiciously quiet so you look up, "What?" That snaps them out of it and Chad yells for you to hurry up.

You catch a glimpse of someone storming into the apartment as well, and then curly hair and brown eyes are all you see as Ethan reaches towards you, "Grab my hand!" You whimper but the killer seems to have gone quiet on the other side so you remove the hand that was clutching your stomach and reach out.

You're shaking but manage to grab his hand and he pulls you through the window and into his arms. You feel tears leak out of your eyes and fall down your cheeks onto his shoulder before your head lolls to the side and your vision goes black.

When you wake up there's people moving around you and your head feels woozy. "She's up," one of them says and people are moving out of the way as someone rushes to your side.

"How are you feeling?" He asks and you turn to him, your eyes clearing to see it's Ethan. His eyes are wide and he doesn't know where to put his hands, awkwardly hovering over you.

A smile breaks out on your face and you grab his hand, feeling better than before. "Like I got stabbed?" You joke. He huffs but looks relieved and puts a hand on your cheek, thumb stroking under your eye.

"Do you know how scary it was when Chad called me and said you were trapped with Ghostface?" His voice is still a little shaky and you can see he was terrified. "Well I'm fine now," you offer.

He grunts and shrugs, "Sure you are." His hand falls from your cheek to your abdomen where a thick bandage is wrapped around. "They said you almost died because of the blood loss." He whispers, more to himself than to you and his hands are shaking.

"Oh, Ethan," you mumble and pull him closer with an arm around his neck. His shoulders are shaking and you can feel his tears against your neck. You keep him close to you, one hand buried in his hair. You smile at Tara who was standing a bit further away with the others.

Mindy had her arm wrapped in bandages and the others were seemingly discussing something. Tara nudges Chad with her elbow and he looks at her before his eyes move to you and his roommate cradled in your arms.

He smiles before smirking and taking his phone out and taking a picture. You chuckle and roll your eyes, holding your middle finger up, smile not leaving your face.

#ethan landry x reader #ethan landry #jack champion #jack champion x reader #scream #scream iv #scream 6 #chad meeks martin #mindy meeks martin #ghostface #anika kayoko #sam carpenter #tara carpenter

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bright-molina · 1 year

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tara needs her time now… bc im in LOVE🤗🤗😭🤭

tara would 100% be for pda. no further comments

a/n YOU ARE SO RIGHT BABES this got way out of hand and its honestly more,,subtle (?) pda but i'm absolutely down for another addition to this with more relationship-esque pda

synopsis tara is, in fact, incredibly obsessed with you. it really isn't hard to tell.

wc 1.5k

TARA CARPENTER LOVE OF MY LIFE

No because she’s really into pda but is also just super clingy in general???

Oddly enough I don’t think her love language is physical touch (i think it’s quality time but that’s a different story) she’s genuinely just so very addicted to you

Before you start dating she gravitates towards you like nothing else

She knocks on your door at the very start of the day with breakfast in her hands and she hugs you for a little bit too long in greeting

You’ll get out of class and she’s there within seconds to walk with you to wherever you have to go next, her hand brushing against yours every few seconds (sometimes she’ll gather the courage to lock her pinky with yours and neither of you say a word about it but you both smile the rest of the day)

Whenever everyone in your little group is sitting around doing something she’ll casually ask whoever's next to you to go get her something and take their place within seconds of them getting up and she’ll revel in the feeling of your body pressed next to hers

Anyone asks her about it though and she’ll deny it with every fiber of her being, never wanting to be seen as even the slightest bit vulnerable

“Tara, do you like y/n?” “What? Shut the fuck up”

“Aww you have a crush” “I’ll crush you if you even think about saying another word.” “That’s adorable.”

“Have you seen y/n?” “Why are you asking me?” "You’re just always with her is all” “What’s that supposed to mean -”

But then she sees you and you have this way of breathing out her name and smiling at her and she can’t get enough, she gets this weird feeling in the pit of her stomach and when you move around the room to say hi to everyone else she just so happens to follow you and - yeah okay she definitely has a crush. She can't deny it anymore

And you? Oh you’re driving Tara insane and you don’t even know

You gravitate towards her as much as she does to you, it genuinely feels weird not being in close proximity to her

You’ll put a hand on the small of her back and lead her through a room at parties to go get another drink with you

You’ll sit down next to her in the single class that the two of you share and move your chair closer to her bit by bit until you’re the perfect distance away to lean over and whisper to her whenever you want to

When it gets late you have no shame in taking her hand and begging her to stay with you in your dorm for just a little bit longer because “I just really like talking to you” and she obliges you every single time

The bolder you get, the bolder she gets and you're truly both thriving

Neither one of you has any kind of idea when is starts escalating, all you know is that one day Sam comes home and sees Tara laying across the couch with her head in your lap while you brush her hair back gently and her voice goes really high when she asks you if you wanna stay for dinner

She asks you both later “when did this happen?” and when tara answers “when did what happen?” Sam looks ready to rip her hair out. She doesn’t say anything else all night. Not even when Tara pops her head into her room later to inform her that you’re spending the night.

And it’s not until a few nights later (you’d somehow spent the last four days sleeping in her bed instead of your own) at another party Tara dragged you to that it even occurs to you what it is that Sam meant

Tara’s got you leaning back against the wall, hands set firmly on your waist, holding you to her while she leans in close with the half assed excuse of it being too loud in the house. She’d very quickly crossed the line from craving your touch to being addicted to it.

“Shit,” you laugh as you reach forward and brush her hair out of her eyes and Tara smiles. “What is it?”

Tara doesn’t hear anything you say. She only watches as you blink at her slowly and then watches how you bite your bottom lip to keep from smiling. Your mouth moves and she guesses you’re telling her something but whatever words you’re saying don’t process in her brain at all

She leans in closer, impossibly so. She pulls you down, forehead resting against yours, and stares at the pretty color staining your lips. A color she imagines everywhere. It’d taken every single bit of self control since you’d started staying with her to not give in to the urge to kiss you

You see the dazed look in her eyes and giggle a little bit, “You didn’t hear what I said did you?” and it’s as you thought, she hums and doesn’t utter a single word

“Okay fine,” you’re watching her carefully as you keep talking. “You’re so pretty, you know that?” Tara absentmindedly nods as she starts playing with the necklace you’re wearing. “I like you. Like a lot, a lot,” She utters this soft uh huh as she traces the chain up until her hands disappear in your hair. “Your sister thinks we’re dating and maybe we should be,” Her eyes start scanning your face. She looks into your eyes for a moment, a lazy smile playing on her lips as she gets a little bit lost, before trailing down and zeroing in on your lips and that pretty color she was so obsessed with.

Tara watches as your lips curl into a smirk and her brows furrow as she frowns, tuning back into the words you were saying for the first time in a bit and she can’t remember how she got so lost in you. “But since we aren't, maybe I’ll just go back to my dorm tonight.” “Wait what?”

You laugh a little bit and her smile returns. She moves back just enough to leave the haze you put her in without knowing and she looks you in the eyes again. The look she gives you is gentle and a little bit pleading as she begs, “Stay. With me. Please?”

“I will if you can tell me what I just told you,” Your hands fall onto her waist and you pull her closer when a group of people walks past the two of you. She stumbles into you a little bit and you only hold her tighter.

And Tara is determined to figure it out, she really is. Except the two of you are practically molded into one again and her mind is a little hazy from the drinks she’d had and she just feels so warm and comfortable when she’s with you and nothing is processing.

You watch as Tara tries her hardest to concentrate, tries her best to recall anything at all, and it really does take all your self control to not close the space between you and kiss her all soft and slow until she’s in an even deeper haze. The words she practically shouts at you break you out of your own thoughts.

“I like you,” Tara leans into you even more and her hands are pulling you in closer. “Like a lot.”

It’s a desperate attempt, she knows this, trying to get you to forget the little wager you’d made her while also spilling the feelings she’d felt for longer than she even knew. She hopes the way you smile is a good thing.

“You wanna know something?” You press your forehead to hers again and Tara fights to keep her eyes on you and listen to what you’re trying to tell her. “That was exactly what I said to you.”

That’s all you have to say. That’s all that’s needed before Tara grips your shirt and pulls you the last short distance and kisses you. Feverish and a little rough and so desperate to feel you all over her. It’s all she’s thought about.

You pull away from her only to slip your hand into her own before turning to leave the party, “Come on.” “Where are we going?” “Back to your apartment.”

You say it so simply, so easily, and you’ve got that soft, innocent smile she loves so much on as you look at her and it makes Tara’s mind run at a million miles a minute again. She stops you before you can keep walking and you turn to face her again, this time a little questioning and she watches as concern fills your eyes.

“Will you stay?” It’s a quiet moment amidst everything else. It’s genuine and vulnerable and yet Tara isn’t afraid of your answer. She trusts you, trusts that you’ll take care of her. She knows she’s right to when you step forward and kiss her again. Soft and sweet and she chases after you when you pull away, reveling in the way you give in and kiss her a few more times before really pulling away.

You’re so very serious when you look at her and tell her, “Of course I will.” Tara can see it. She gives you that smile she saves just for you before taking the lead and holding you close. She doesn’t let you go.

#tara carptenter #scream #scream vi #scream v #scream 6 #scream 5 #scream 2022 #tara carpenter x reader #scream x reader #scream imagine #tara carpenter imagine #tara carpenter x y/n #tara carpenter x you #scream movie

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crazyunsexycool · 1 year

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As the dust settled

pairing: Steve rogers x reader.

word count: 9k

summary: you meet Steve rogers while he’s on the run from the government and you offer him and his friends a place to stay. When the blip occurs you lose your own family, your best friend Maggie. When Steve shows up at your door you’re more than happy to let him stay. What happens as the dust settles?

warnings: mentions of injury and blood (non-descriptive), angst, fluff, implied smut, mentions of wanting children/starting a family

A/N: I’ve been writing this little by little. It started out as something to work on if I got stuck on something else and now it’s done! Hope you enjoy!

The first time you helped Captain America it was through his friend. The Falcon, you were sure that was him but with the baseball cap and sunglasses it was hard to tell. And it wasn’t necessarily giving them help, it was more of just giving them something. He came into your bookshop and roamed through the bookshelves. With three books in his hands he steps to the register at the front of the store and places them on the counter. He grabs his wallet and pulls out the small amount of cash he has. It’s not enough.

“I’ll just leave this one.” He grabs the top one and moves it to the side while giving you a sheepish smile.

“Nonsense, take it. Free of charge.” You bag them up and hold out the bag for him to take.

“I can’t accept that.”

“Please it’s no big deal, Falcon.” You said. “A good book can help distract you when you’re homesick.”

“Thank you, but I promise I’ll pay you back soon.”

“Fine I’ll hold you to it. You’re welcome back anytime. My name is Y/N by the way.” You smile

“Sam.” he returns the smile before grabbing the bag and disappearing into the small town you lived in.

After closing your bookshop for the night you walk down two blocks to your friend’s diner. It was one of the few restaurants in town. The same Tuesday night crowd gathered in their chosen seating. Maggie, your best friend and owner, spots you as you walk in. She nods over to your favorite booth, ever since you told you it was your favorite sitting area she put a little reserved sign on it for you.

“Hey, the usual?” She asks from the counter. You nod and she disappears to put your order in.

After meeting in college and realizing you were roommates you bonded as if you were sisters. You remember when she first told you she was moving into the same town you lived in. It was the best news you’d ever heard after going your own way once you were done with college. Maggie had bought this place that was crumbling around you and she was hellbent on transforming it into a diner. You spent weeks helping her plan and pick out the color schemes and it was amazing. The tiles were pink and white and those colors could be found everywhere from the seats to decoration on the walls and even the neon signs. Little details of black and silver broke up the lighter colors but overall the place was visually pleasing and it got a lot of business because of it.

Maggie plops down in the booth seat across from you and it’s obvious she has something to tell you. She leans forward causing you to do the same.

“You will never believe what happened.”

“What is it?”

“Do you remember that news report a few weeks back about Captain America and Iron man fighting at the airport?”

“Yeah.” You already knew what she was going to say.

“Well you know that a few of them are on the run, and the feds or whoever is looking for them?”

“Maggie spit it out already.”

“The Black Widow was in here earlier.” She beamed. “I helped fugitives! Can you believe that? This is the most exciting thing I think I’ve ever done.”

You smile at her and before she can sit up right you lean in again and she mirrors your action.

“I helped Falcon.”

Maggie squeals in delight and she grabs your hand over the table.

“Look at us being rebels.”

You laugh and shake your head.

“God, this town is so boring that helping fugitives is the most exciting thing we’ll ever do.”

“Yeah I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again we have to leave PA,” Maggie sighs. “Let me go get your order.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The second time you helped Captain America had been weeks after meeting Sam Wilson at your bookshop. You had been coming back home after a day of going to estate sales looking for first edition books and things like that for the store. It was getting dark but as you drove on the lonely road you noticed a broken down car on the side, normally you kept driving but you recognized the people immediately. Slowing down you roll the passenger’s side window down.

“Do you need some help?” You asked although the obvious answer was yes you knew they weren’t going to trust you.

“No, we're fine, thank you.” You heard from the other side of the broken down car. They were trying to keep their faces hidden.

“Well it seems to me like you’re just sitting ducks out here. I promise you can trust me. I even have somewhere you can stay the night.”

Cerulean eyes meet yours over the roof of the car. He was thinking about what the next move would be. Reluctantly he steps out from behind the car and walks towards your open window and lowers himself to be able to look at you better.

“Sam knows me if it makes you feel any better. Name’s Y/N I own the bookshop in town.” Steve doesn’t say anything, instead he heads back to the car.

You can hear the whispered conversation before all three make their way to your car. All the passenger doors open and they silently get into your car. Looking over your shoulder you see a bruised up black widow and a slightly bleeding Sam.

“Ok, let’s get you home so you can get cleaned up.”

The drive home was silent, which was fine by you. It took another 30 minutes before you got to your long dirt driveway. That was the good thing about small town living, privacy. All the houses were spread out. There was at least a two mile distance from your house to your neighbors in either direction. You hopped out the car and unlocked the gate before sliding it off to the side before getting in your car and repeating the process to close the gate. As you drive further into the property your home appears before you.

It was your childhood home and it was left to you by your father after he passed as well as the shop. At first you had thought of selling it but changed your mind when you thought of not having to pay a mortgage. The farmhouse was still in great condition and you knew you would never find a house with a wraparound porch at a decent price. So you stayed and you were as grateful as ever in the moment that you had.

“It’s a beautiful home.” Those were the first words Captain America ever spoke to you. They were quiet but sincere.

“Thank you, Captain.”

“Please, it’s just Steve. I’m not Captain America anymore.”

“Ok just Steve, why don’t we head inside and you can each pick a room and get settled.” He nods and lets you lead.

“I’m Nat by the way, thank you for letting us stay.”

“Don’t mention it.”

You walk up the few steps of your porch and with your keys you open the front door. Walking into your home you turn on the lights to reveal a cozy and inviting living room. With a wave of your hand you get your guests to follow you.

“The kitchen is there.” You point down the small hallway. “You are more than welcome to help yourselves to whatever you like. But I’ll make dinner in a few minutes.” You turn and head up the stairs with them following close behind you. “That’s my room over there but you’re welcome to choose any other ones. Here is the linen closet.” You open the small door and begin to grab towels and hand them to your guests. “You can just grab more if you want and there is a first aid kit in this bathroom and the one downstairs if you need both.”

“Thank you Y/N.” Sam spoke up as he grabbed the towels you offered. All three of them stood there slightly awkward and unsure of the situation.

“No problem, just get cleaned up and take your time. I’ll be in the kitchen.”

About 45 minutes later dinner was almost done, you’d settle on making chili. Thinking something nice and warm would be just what they needed and you made almost twice what you normally did because you weren’t sure when the last time they had a proper meal was. The stairs creaked with the weight of your guests and signaled that they were heading this way. The table was set with all kinds of toppings and bread. All you needed to do was take the bowls of food over.

“Here I can take those.” Steve grabbed two of the bowls and headed towards the table while you grabbed the last two. “Thank you again, for all of this.”

“It’s no problem really. I like to help if I can.”

The four of you sat quietly only a hum of approval over the food or a groan of satisfaction was heard. They asked for seconds and you happily dished out more. After a few awkward silences, conversation started to flow easily. They mostly focused on asking you questions. About the house or your family and the bookstore. You understood why and you didn’t push to know more about them if they didn’t want to share. After another back and forth about who would do the dishes you convinced them to go get some sleep. Well you convinced Nat and Sam, Steve was stubborn and helped you clean up.

“You ok over there?”

“If I’m being honest I’m confused as to why you would help us. You could get in a lot of trouble for this.” He finally said as he handed you a glass to dry off.

“You went against half of your team, why did you do it?”

“It’s complicated but I did what I thought was right. Those accords were only going to cause more harm than good and I was protecting a friend.”

“Hhmm. Well Steve I’m doing what I think is right too. They published the accords and I read through them.”

“Yeah, what did you think?” He turned to look at you, his hip leaning against the sink and his arms crossed over his chest. Your brain short circuited as you watched the muscles in his arm flex. Blinking quickly you look up at him and answer.

“The way I see it is they would end up using the Avengers in political power plays and the ones that would end up suffering are the people not the governments. I mean didn’t the government want to nuke New York during the alien attack? If Ironman hadn’t diverted that bomb you wouldn’t even be standing here right now. Yeah there was damage and casualties but those numbers were less than losing all of New York City.”

“Not everyone sees it that way.”

“Well they’re idiots. You however have a friend here. If you ever need to lay low you’re always welcome, you all are.”

He smiled for the first time, it was small and disappeared as quickly as it came but he smiled.

“We couldn’t possibly put you at risk.”

You patted his shoulder as you walked by him. “Well that's the thing Steve, I’m a big girl I’ll deal with the consequences of my own actions.”

He smiles and turns to watch you.

“Now, how about ice cream on the porch so we can look at the stars? I promise we don't even have to talk.”

“Yeah, that sounds good.”

It was quiet at first but sure enough the conversation started up. It was mostly random topics of things he liked from the present time and things he missed from the past. He answered any question you had about the 40s. Then the conversation turned into things you both wanted to try. He told you about Peggy. Steve said yes when you asked if he had the chance to go back to the 40s and stay would he take it.

That night he said they’d leave by morning. They stayed four days.

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It had been three months since you’d seen Steve, Nat and Sam. Every once in a while there would be some news report that mentioned a possible sighting of the former captain but it was nothing substantial. Maggie liked to go on tangents and make up scenarios in which they would come back to town. You didn’t have the heart to tell her they had stayed with you a few months back but you also didn’t want to put her in a compromised position in case someone came around snooping.

“I bet they’re on a remote beach somewhere. Getting nice and tan while we’re here getting rain and snow and sick.”

“No one is sick Mags.”

“You’re getting sick. I can hear it.” She raised her brows as if expecting you to challenge her.

“Oh, whatever. I have to head back to the shop.”

“I’ll bring you some soup at home later in the week.” She shouts as you leave the diner. You can see the smug grin on her face through the large windows.

Maggie had been right and she gloated about it over FaceTime. You hadn’t even made it to Friday when the flu wiped you out. Maggie assured you that she would put a sign up at your store and would be by on Friday with everything she needed to leave some meals prepped for the weekend. Which would have been fine except you ended up with three unexpected guests.

They were beaten, bloodied, bruised and extremely apologetic for showing up once they realized how sick you were. You dismissed their concern and waved them in as if you’d been friends all your lives. Nat tried to get you back into bed but you assured her you wanted to stay in the living room. She left to shower after failing to get you to rest. Next was Steve, he used what you assumed was his Captain voice and you scowled at him.

“You’re not the boss. It’s my house and I do what I want.” You said before coughing.

“You know you would sound meaner if you weren’t so stuffed up” Steve kneeled in front of you. “Come on sweetheart let me help you to your room and I’ll bring you some soup.”

Your eyes go wide as you remember that Maggie was going to stop by. And as if on queue your front door opens, revealing Maggie and a bunch of groceries. Her eyes narrow as she looks at the scene before her and then they widen at the realization.

“What the fuck?!?!”

“Who is this?” Both her and Steve say at the same time, although Steve tensed up and got into a defensive position.

“It’s alright this is my best friend Maggie, Mags this is Steve. Sam and Nat are currently upstairs too.” You cough some more. “I trust her with my life, you can trust her too.”

Steve looks from you to Maggie and relaxes but only slightly. Ever the gentleman he grabs everything in Maggie’s hands and silently heads to the kitchen.

“What the actual fuck, Y/N. What are they doing here? You could get in so much trouble for harboring a fugitive.” She whisper yells as she sits next to you.

“I am helping someone that needs it. And just so we’re clear this is the second time they stay here.”

Maggie looks slightly hurt by the confession but your head hurts too much and you can barely breath to notice.

“Listen I wanted to tell you but I didn’t want to risk you getting in trouble with me.”

“Well someone would have had to post your bail right?” She says after thinking over the situation.

“Exactly.”

“Well let’s get you up to bed, you need rest.”

“No, they just got here and you did too. I can’t just be in bed while I have guests.”

“We’ve been trying to get her up to her room for a while.” Nat’s voice comes from the stairs as she struggles to walk down them.

Maggie hurries to her side and helps her down, settling Nat on a couch. Steve walks back into the living room, making eye contact with Nat, a silent conversation happening between them.

“Ok, I don’t care if you have guests here, you are sick and need the rest.”

“Mags-“

“If I have to drag you…” she says while pointing at you. Your eyes widen and you stand, mumbling under your breath the whole time.

“How did you manage that?” Steve asks, slightly impressed.

“We were roommates in college, she knows what I’m capable of.” Maggie gives them a mischievous smile. “Anyways, I came to make her some soup and stuff since she’s sick. I’ll add in extra for the three of you and I’ll come back with extra supplies tomorrow since there’s a big storm rolling in. All I ask is that you take care of her, please.” She looks at both Nat and Steve.

“Of course, you don’t have to worry. It’s the least we can do.”

“All right. Now if you need anything specific from the store make me a list and I’ll get it for you.” With that Maggie disappears into the kitchen.

~~~~~~~~~

A few hours had passed and you felt something cool hit your forehead. You let out a content sigh as you open your eyes finding concerned blue ones staring back at you.

“Your fever was getting pretty high.” Steve says, explaining why he’s in your room. “Maggie is gone for the night but she said she’d stop by tomorrow.”

“Water.” Is all you say in response and he grabs the cup on your nightstand and moves to hold a straw to your lips. Once you drink as much as you can Steve places the cup back. “Thanks.”

“Least I can do.”

Steve stays close by for the rest of the night. He helps you sit up while Sam brings up dinner and then practically feeds you himself. You voice your concern of him getting sick because of you he assures you he can’t get sick.

“I missed you.” You admit in a whisper. He wasn’t sure if you’d meant it or if it was some weird fever induced confession. “Ice cream on the porch isn’t the same without you now.”

Steve can’t help but smile fondly as he remembers the nights you mentioned. It was easy conversations and you always checked in with him. Called him out on his bullshit when he said he was fine. Steve ended up opening up more to you and you never judged him or tried to invalidate his feelings. He would never admit it to anyone but he had been anxiously waiting for the opportunity to come back to see you.

“I’ve missed you too, sweetheart.”

You give him a sleepy smile as the medicine he had given you finally does its job.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

It had been about six months since you’d seen your newest friends. Every once in a while Maggie would walk over from her diner and you would search through news articles and videos online to see if you could at least catch a glimpse of them. No matter how many times you would see that Steve and the others were still fighting you were always left anxiously waiting for their return. You always worried that they weren’t resting enough or they were hurt more than what you could see in the videos but there wasn’t much you could do. It’s not like you had a way of contacting them to make sure they were ok.

So you did what you always did since they left the first, you wait. But the wait didn't last for much longer. That night you had trouble getting to sleep so you heard the footsteps on your porch. You grabbed the bat you kept by your bed and went downstairs quietly, hoping that it was just your imagination. As you step on to the first floor you see a figure opening your door and without much thought you swing only to have your intruder stop the bat midair.

“Y/N?” You breathe a sigh of relief when you recognize Steve’s voice.

“Steve, what the hell are you doing?” You ask as you let go of the bat and more to turn on a lamp. A gasp escapes you when you turn to look at a beaten and bruised Steve who is holding his side. “What the hell happened to you?”

“I’m ok really, just a little scraped up.”

“A little? You look like shit. Which is saying a lot because you’re usually really…” you stop yourself before you say anything embarrassing.

“I’m usually what?”

“Nothing. Where are Sam and Nat?” You ask looking past him.

“There were some missions that they needed to finish. They dropped me off and said that they’d pick me up once they were done. Is that ok?”

“Of course. Come on, I'll get the first aid kit and then I’ll draw you a bath.”

“I don’t need the kit, this will heal itself in a few hours.” He says as he closes and locks the door.

“A bath then?”

“Ok.” He gives you a tired smile that doesn’t completely reach his eyes before he follows you upstairs.

“I’ll fill up the tub in my bathroom, it’s bigger. Just come in when you’re ready.”

As the warm water fills up the tub you add some epsom salt and oils to help Steve relax as much as possible. There was something different about him tonight. He seemed a bit more withdrawn, lost in his own thoughts. You wanted to help him but what could you say to make him feel better?

A soft knock on the doorframe pulls your attention and you look up to see Steve standing there and you offer him a small smile. His hair was longer, the dark circles under his eyes were darker. He was letting his beard grow out and you had to admit he looked hot.

“I’ll just get out of your way, take all the time you want. Are you hungry?” Steve just shakes his head as he walks further into the bathroom. He gives you a small thank you as you walk out and close the door.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Steve walks out of the bathroom after a while expecting to find you in bed but you aren’t there. Instead he hears some shuffling downstairs and he doesn’t waste time in going to find you. He finds you in the living room wrapped up in a blanket with a book in your hand. At the sound of him on the last step you look up, offering a warm smile. His smile is what Nat referred to it as. She was the one that brought it up. Of course you were welcoming to all of them but Nat had pointed out how much you would go out of your way for Steve, even if you didn’t realize you were doing it.

“Hey, I thought you’d go straight to bed.”

“I wouldn’t be able to sleep even if I tried.”

You pat the empty space beside you and he sits. A small grunt leaving his lips as he does. Steve leans forward with his elbows resting on his knees. You can’t help but lay a hand gently on his back.

“Want to talk about it?” You ask quietly.

“I’m just so tired.”

Is all he tells you and you know he means more than physically. You’d been able to see it too, his eyes didn’t shine as bright and his smile felt a bit forced. Steve didn’t protest or pull away when you wrapped your arm around his shoulder and pulled him towards you. It was the opposite in fact. He was all too eager to be close to you and he sighed as his head fell on your shoulder. You stayed like that for a while, the only movement came from your playing with his hair.

“I like the beard.” You said after a while causing Steve to laugh. “Come on, let's get some sleep.” You grab his hand and you lead him to your room.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, are you ok with it?”

He nods and you walk into your room. You both settle in bed and Steve doesn’t waste any time and pulls you into his chest.

“Goodnight sweetheart.”

“Goodnight hun.”

*****

When morning came Steve was still in bed and his arms were still wrapped around you. The thought that sharing a bed with the super soldier was too intimate a gesture hadn’t even crossed your mind. In fact you felt completely comfortable in his arms. The warmth that radiated off of him was enough to lull you back to sleep but you had to go into town and open your store for the day. When you tried to pull away Steve tightened the hold he had on you.

“Good morning Steve.”

“Good morning sweetheart.”

You tried to get out of his hold again but he pulled you back in once more.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“I have to go to work, Steve.” You said as you looked up at him.

“Just five more minutes.”

You chuckled as Steve hid his face in the crook of your neck. Suddenly his lips are pressed against your neck. It was a quick barely there kiss but you felt it anyway and you turned to look up at him. Your heart beat a bit faster and your stomach flipped happily.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry.” Steve started to pull away, embarrassed that he lost himself in the fantasy of sharing your bed. “That shouldn’t have-“

You cut him off by crashing your lips into his. Needless to say your bookshop opened at noon that day.

~~~~~~~~~~~

You got one glorious week with Steve. It was uninterrupted and consisted of you working all day then spending all night in bed with Steve. But all good things have to come to an end and it was sooner than you’d hoped when Sam and Nat showed up. Steve had already been outside waiting for them by the time you went to see where he disappeared to. He stood with his back to the house but he was slightly slouched over and his hands on his hips. Nat and Sam looked serious so it couldn’t be good news. When he turned around he found you leaning against one of the pillars of the porch, arms crossed over your chest and a worried expression on your face.

“How bad is it?” You ask once he gets closer.

“Really bad, I have to go.”

“Are they at least staying for the night?”

He shakes his head. “We have to leave right away, I’m sorry sweetheart.”

“Don’t apologize for doing your job.” You cup his cheek and tilt his head so that he’s looking at you.

“I’m gonna go pack.” He kisses your cheek before passing by you. You wave Sam and Nat in so they could at least rest a few minutes.

Steve walks down the stairs in his worn out stealth suit. He looks so good in it you just want to rip it off of him. Nat and Sam say their goodbyes and leave you alone with Steve.

“I’m sorry I have to go like this.” Steve says as he places his hands on your hips.

“It’s ok honey. I understand it’s your job. Just come back to me ok?”

“Yes ma’am.” Steve leans down until his lips meet yours. His grip on your hips tighten, he doesn’t have the heart to tell you he might not make it back. That there is a good chance this fight will be his last. Steve pushes those thoughts away and instead focuses on how soft your lips are and the way your body fits against his perfectly. When Steve pulls back he rests his forehead against yours. “Stay safe ok, I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

“Ok.”

He gave you one last kiss and then he was gone.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

You had been in your store when the news started to spread. Some weird looking ship showed up over New York. There were nonstop videos and pictures of a fight between Ironman, some other heroes you guess and some aliens. You decided to close the store and head over to Maggie’s diner, too worried that Steve might be involved in this. The hours passed and still nothing new. You sat in your regular booth with Maggie across from you as you both watched the news reports on the tv she had set up.

“Hey,” Maggie reached out and grabbed your hand to try and comfort you. “Everything is going to be ok. They’ve fought aliens before. Steve will be back before you know it.”

“You’re right, and maybe he isn’t even there.” You nod as you turn your head to watch the tv again. Everyone in the small town you lived in had practically stopped everything to watch what was going on.

“Y/N…” Maggie called out. You turn quickly to look at her. The hand you had been holding was disappearing right before your eyes.

“Maggie? Oh my god Maggie.” You reach for her. “What do I do? How do I stop this? Someone please help!” You say between sobs, unsure about what’s going on as she disappears before you.

The last thing you saw was the fear in her eyes and then she was gone. You turn to see if the others had witnessed what you did but they were just as confused as you when others in the diner disappeared. Cries rang out on the street as you pushed the door open. There were car crashes all along the street. Everyone looked at each other hoping someone would have an answer.

But the answer didn’t come.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It had been weeks, the world as a whole was grieving the loss of loved ones. Life in your small town changed drastically. There had been children and elderly people that needed loved ones to take care of them left to fend for themselves. There were jobs that needed to be filled and farms that needed to be worked. It was at moments like this that you were grateful for living in a small town. Everyone rallied around each other and provided a helping hand.

The first thing you did was take over Maggie’s diner. Fortunately her main cook hadn’t disappeared and he had stepped up to help. Following the first few days of the disappearances you focused on getting warm meals out to people that had been left behind that couldn’t fend for themselves and those that had stepped up to help.

The distraction during the day was good, you were too busy to think about the people missing in your life. But at night those thoughts crept in like the darkness that surrounded you. Maggie was always first, the feeling of her hand turning to nothing, the look on her face as she tried to hold on replayed constantly. You wondered if Nat and Sam were ok. Most importantly you worried about Steve, had he disappeared too? Your relationship was new, if you would even call it that, but you worried just the same. Many times during the night you thought you’d hear steps on the porch and you’d rush down hoping to find him standing in the doorway. The disappointment was the same every single time.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You didn't know what to do with yourself so you pushed yourself to the limit. It was to the point that people began to drive you home because they were afraid you’d fall asleep at the wheel. With a wave to the person that drove you home you walked through the gate, not noticing that it had been opened. Your tired feet carried you toward your home. Fortunately you were conscious enough to notice an unfamiliar car parked next to you. Then it was the sound of footsteps on your porch. Your heart slammed violently against your ribcage. It had been all over the news how people were breaking into homes and taking what they wanted. They went as far as taking advantage of anyone they found inside if they were twisted enough.

“Y/N?” A voice rang out, familiar and comforting.

It caused tears to break free of their prison and escape down your cheeks. Relief washed over you as you heard Steve calling out for you again.

“Steve!” Your tired feet began to move. Running up to your home to find the man you had missed and cried for standing on your porch.

He sprinted down the path calling out your name and he caught you when you jumped into his arms. Your kiss was more than welcomed. It was filled with joy and heartbreak, relief and guilt. It was a balm to calm the ache you both had felt at the thought of losing each other. Steve’s forehead rested against yours as your breaths mixed with one another’s.

“I thought I lost you.” You whisper between a stuttered breath.

“I’m sorry I didn’t come back sooner. We were trying to fix it.”

His eyes held nothing but guilt at the thought of his failure. If his own pain wasn’t enough he had caused yours as well.

“How is everything here?” He asked as he pulled away. Steve’s eyes left yours as he looked out toward the dirt path that connected the main road to your house.

“Maggie’s gone.” You hiccuped.

Steve pulled you into his chest and kissed the top of your head. You welcomed the warmth you’d missed so much.

“But I’m happy you’re ok, I was so worried.”

“Me too sweetheart.” Steve replies as he pulls away from you. He clears his throat. “I should get going.”

“What? Where are you going? You can’t leave, you just got here.”

“I just thought you’d want me gone. It is my fault Maggie’s gone, why would you want me around?”

“Are you kidding me? I need you, I can’t lose you too.” You panicked. Steve wiped away your tears.

“I’ll stay, God I want nothing more than to stay. For however long you want me to.”

His lips are on yours again. Desperate kisses bathed in tears of relief at the thought of finally having someone. You lead him to your home and you sit in the living room. Steve tells you everything that happens. You cry again when he tells you that Sam and his friend Bucky were gone too. Nat had stepped into the leadership role for the avengers and that he was done. No more missions or leaving in the middle of the night for him.

He was home.

~~~~~~~~~~

1 year later

“Happy anniversary, sweetheart.” Steve whispered in your ear as he pulled his hands away from your eyes.

“Stevie, this is amazing.”

There were blankets and pillows laid out in the middle of your backyard. There was a picnic basket, a small speaker already playing music and a small lantern to light up the otherwise dark area.

You turn and wrap your arms around his waist as you push yourself up to kiss him.

“Thank you, honey. I love it.”

“You’re welcome, I just wanted to do something for my best girl.” He smiles down at you as he guides you to the blankets.

After sharing everything Steve had prepared you and Steve laid back. He pulled you close and you cuddled into his side. Your head rested against his chest and your arm around his waist. You both admired the stars as music played softly. Steve’s hand moved absentmindedly up and down your arm, sighing contently.

“I love you, Y/N. I started falling since the night we met. I know I should have said it sooner. And this last year with you has been amazing. Even with everyone we lost you still bring so much happiness into my life that I don’t know what I would do without you.”

“I love you too. I’m glad I stopped by the side of the road that day. If you weren’t here I think I’d go crazy. You make me so happy.” You smile up at him before he shifts and hovers over you. Steve’s lips meet yours.

Your hands pull at his shirt until it’s over his head. His hands follow the dips and curves of your body as he shows just how much he loves you. And you happily show him just as much love.

~~~~~~~~~~

2 years later.

“Where are you going with that?” You asked confused as you watched Steve pick up the couch with ease to move it.

“You said you wanted to repaint the living room. I’m gonna paint it.”

“You’ll do that for me?”

Steve walked back into the main room and hugged you from behind. “I’d do anything for my best girl.” He kissed your shoulder. “Now I’m going to clean the walls first and put on a base coat but you have to pick the color you want.”

He handed you the paint samples you had kept in your notebook full of repairs you wanted to complete for the house.

“Once I’m done with this, we’re going to check off everything on that list.”

You couldn’t contain your smile as you looked down at the samples, completely missing the look of pure love Steve sent your way.

“I love you Steve. I can’t believe you’d do this for me.”

“Well believe it.” He said before leaning down and giving you a kiss.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

3 years later.

“Attack!” You yelled.

The kids of the community all started throwing water balloons at Steve and the few other avengers that had joined you for the 4th of July. With everything that he’d done for them the town wanted to celebrate him. Although he had denied the need for a party you were able to make him see they needed it just as much as he did.

So Steve agreed and now he, Rocket, Nat, and Rhodey were fighting back with their own water guns and balloons. The kids and even some adults were having the time of their lives. It was all you could ask for.

Somewhere in the midst of all the chaos you hadn’t noticed when Steve crossed over to your side of the fight and he grabbed you by the waist. He pulled you back with him before stopping the fight.

“I have your leader!” He exclaimed. “Surrender and I shall set her free.”

“Don’t listen to him, he’s lying.” You played along. “Fight for our freedom, kids.”

“Free her and I shall have mercy on you!” A little kid with missing teeth in the front yelled and the water balloons started flying again.

You laughed at the look of determination on little Julian’s face. It was good to feel this carefree after everything that had happened.

By the time nightfall came and the fireworks were done you all headed home. You were getting water in the kitchen when Nat walked in. She gave you a tired smile as she sat on the counter.

“You know I don’t think I’ve ever thanked you properly.” She says after a minute.

“For what?”

“For everything, but especially for Steve. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him this happy or at peace. Even before all of this happened, there was always this quiet sadness that he carried with him. But I don’t see that anymore and it’s because of you. I can see the way you look at each other, this isn’t some fling or anything.”

“I haven’t done much, just love him. And I’d be lost without him by my side too.” You smile sheepishly at her.

“You’ve done more than you know. Both of you deserve to be loved and I’m happy you found that with each other.” She jumps down from the counter and wraps you in a hug. “Now if you ever hurt him-“ she says as she pulls back.

“Yeah I know you’ll hurt me. You don’t have to give me your whole ‘I’m a scary spy’ act.” You chuckle at her glare. “Now go get some rest, you deserve it.”

“Good night, Y/N.”

“Night, Nat.”

When you get to bed you’re still smiling.

“What’s going on?”

“Nothing, today was fun. I love you Steve.”

“I love you too, sweetheart.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

4 years later

“Have you ever thought about having kids?” Steve asked as he was perched on a ladder.

You had convinced him to paint a mural over the kids section in the book shop. So far it had a princess, a prince, a knight and an outline of a dragon.

“Maybe.” Your heartbeat picked up. This was not a conversation you thought you’d have today.

“Just maybe?”

“Well if it was with the right person, yes. Why what about you?”

“I stopped thinking about having a family when I woke up from the ice and I was told everyone I knew was gone. But now, I don’t know, I guess I’ve been thinking about it again.” He looked at you with an innocent kind of hopefulness.

“I’m open to the idea. I always thought that if I ever had kids I’d have two.”

“I always wanted 5.”

“I am not so open to the idea anymore.” You said as he got down from the ladder. Steve threw his head back laughing.

“You know what we should do?” He asks as he disappears to the front of the store and flips the sign to close and locks the door.

“No, what should we do?”

“Practice.”

You gasp when he grabs you by the waist and pins you against the wall. Steve’s lips are on yours and just as quickly they’re on your neck and chest.

The conversation was put away for the moment but if there was ever a man you would want to have kids with it was definitely Steve.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

5 years later.

Steve took over the bookshop while you worked at Maggie's diner. There were still nights when either of you would wake up haunted by the loss of your friends. The last five years had been bittersweet. You shared happiness and sorrow, helped the community get back on its feet and grieved your lost loved ones. Life was never the same but you found love and happiness where you could.

Steve ran a grief counseling group both in town and up in New York. You had opened your home to some of the Avengers that would drop by and needed a day or two to rest.

Rocket was your favorite.

Currently you were putting together a bag of meals you had frozen for Steve to take with him. He picked up his wallet, backpack and keys and turned when he heard your footsteps getting closer.

“Don’t forget these.” You push the bag into his hands.

“Thanks, I know Nat will appreciate them.”

“Stay safe and you come back to me.”

“Yes ma’am.” He smiles sweetly at you before giving you a breath stealing kiss. “I’ll be back tomorrow.”

“I’m counting on it. I love you.”

“I love you too, sweetheart.” Steve says before walking out of your shared home and getting into his car.

******

You were in the book shop stocking the shelves when your phone started ringing. Pulling it out of the back pocket of your jeans you smile when you see Steve’s picture pop up.

“Hi love, how’s Nat?”

“Hey Y/N.”

You perked up at the fact that he called you by your first name.

“I need to tell you something serious but I don’t want to get your hopes up.”

“Steve, what's going on?”

“Nat and I, we think we can bring everyone back.”

“What?” You gasp, your hand in your chest as you will your heart to stop beating frantically.

“There is a small chance that we can bring everyone that disappeared back. I’m going to stay a few days because there’s a lot to be done if we want this to work. I’ll keep you updated.”

“O-ok, Steve, please whatever this plan is, promise me you’ll be careful. And no matter the outcome you’ll come back to me.”

“Yes ma’am, I love you sweetheart.”

“I love you too.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Time had decided to stop. The clocks stopped ticking or at least that’s what it felt like. You had received one last text from Steve saying the plan was set in motion but nothing else. He hadn’t explained how they would bring everyone back just that the possibility was higher than before. Your mind was filled with questions as to how the remaining avengers were going to pull something like this off but Steve asked you to trust him. So you kept yourself busy.

“Order up.”

You were brought out of your thoughts with the shout. The cook slid a plate of food through the window and you smiled as you grabbed it. After placing the order on the tray you walked around to deliver it.

“Enjoy your meal.” You said before turning around.

The tray you had been carrying fell from your hands as your eyes fell on the table that Maggie had reserved for you years ago. She was sitting where she had been when she disappeared.

“Maggie?” You say in disbelief.

Maggie's head snaps in your direction and she frowns in confusion. She gets up and walks towards you when she sees you crying and unmoving.

“What’s wrong Y/N?”

“You-you’ve been…” you stutter over the words as you pull her in for a tight hug. “You’ve been gone. Oh my god I can’t believe it worked.” You pull back and look around the diner and then outside to see the people that had disappeared standing in the same place from five years ago.

“What is going on?” Maggie asks again.

“I’m sorry Mags. I’ll explain everything.” You clear your throat. “What is the last thing you remember?”

“We were sitting at your regular table, we were talking about Steve. Then you were calling out my name and now you’re standing on the other side of the diner, with an apron on.”

“Ok, I know this is going to sound absolutely crazy but Mags you’ve been gone for five years.”

Maggie’s eyes widen and she shakes her head. She looks around to see people she didn’t recognize in the diner. The others that had reappeared looked around trying to find the person they came in with. Some of them had heard part of your conversation and were asking questions which you were more than happy to answer.

**********

Total chaos had ensued in your town. The people that had been dusted all finding out about the five years they’ve missed. People looking for their families or finding strangers living in their houses. Even worse, realizing they had no one left.

You sat with Maggie at your table. She was silent as she sipped her tea. You had explained everything that happened in the last five years.

“So, you took care of my diner for me?”

“Of course, I couldn’t let someone else have it. Now I didn’t know what to do with your place so I put it up for rent and there are people living there. But I have all your things in a storage facility.” You said as you grabbed her hand. “It’s still under my name and I tried to keep it but I just couldn’t. We can figure out what to do about it later. Their contract is up in a few months anyway so you can always stay here.”

“This is crazy. It seems unreal to be honest. I mean five whole years just gone.” She sighed. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to do now.”

“For right now you know this is your home too. Tomorrow we start dealing with whatever the next steps are.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~

A few days had passed but you hadn’t heard from Steve and that worried you. You kept checking your phone and even calling but he never answered. Worry started to consume you. It was a very well known fact that Steve was the kind of person to sacrifice himself for others. What if that’s what he did to bring everyone back?

“He’ll be back soon I’m sure of it.” Maggie said from behind the counter of her diner. She could always read you like a book.

“What if something happened to him?”

“You said that some of the other avengers would stay at your place every once in a while right?” You nod. “Then why the hell wouldn’t they have the common decency to come tell you if something was wrong?”

“I don’t know, they don’t know how to tell me?”

“I just think there’s a lot going on, he might be needed somewhere else. Trust me, from everything you’ve told me that man is head over heels in love with you. He’ll be back soon.”

“I hope so.”

*********

The bed dipped slightly and you opened your eyes slightly to look at the alarm. It was way too early to be awake.

“Are you ok Mags?”

“I’m pretty sure she’s still asleep, sweetheart.” Steve moved some hair out of your face as he answered. You sat up and threw your arms around him.

“You have no idea how worried I’ve been. I kept imagining the worst things.”

“I’m sorry, I was finishing up a mission and everything was a mess and we ha-“

You cut him off with a kiss. The last few days had been a rollercoaster of emotions and you were just happy that you had him back.

“Are you coming to bed?”

“First there’s someone I want you to meet.”

“Right now?” You look down at your pajamas.

“Yes, he won’t care what you look like.” Steve tugged you out of bed and led you downstairs.

In the living room you saw his bag and shield as well as the person he wanted you to meet. He turned at the sounds of your footsteps. And even with long hair and a beard you recognized Steve’s best friend anywhere.

“Buck, this is my girl, Y/N. Y/N, this is Bucky, my best friend.”

“It’s so nice to finally meet you, Steve has told me so much about you.” You offer him your hand and you see the hesitation for just a moment.

“It’s nice to meet you too. This punk talked about so much I started to think he’d lost his mind and made you up.”

You smiled and he returned it. And just like that the tension in his shoulders left.

“I thought it’d be ok if he stayed here for a while. Just while things settled down.” Steve says quietly from behind you.

“You thought? Of course he can stay.”

You grabbed Bucky’s hands and started leading him around the house. He tensed a bit at the sudden movement but mostly found your rambling amusing. You stop at the bottom of the stairs.

“So the first room to the left of the stairs is already taken. My best friend Maggie is also staying with us.”

“What is this, the best friend bed and breakfast?” Bucky joked.

“Well it wouldn’t be if you had won the first time around.”

“Ouch,” Bucky smiles down at you. “You’re a little shit aren’t you?”

“I can be. Now go, get some rest, you deserve it.”

Bucky said his goodnight and disappeared up the stairs. Leaving you and Steve alone in the living room.

“I like him.”

“Good, I’m glad. He needs a place where he can feel safe.”

You walk toward Steve and wrap your arms around his waist.

“Then I hope we can give him that. Ice cream on the porch?”

“It’s like 2 in the morning.”

“Fine,” you roll your eyes. “Hot chocolate on the porch.”

He smiles and gives you a quick kiss.

“I’d like that.”

*******

Steve explained absolutely everything. From Scott showing up when they thought he had disappeared too and him returning the stones to the past.

“Wow. Wait, so where are Nat and Sam?”

“Sam went back to see his family and Nat went to find her sister.” Steve answers as he pulls you into him but you sit up straight.

You’re sitting together on the porch swing he made for you. It was big enough for both of you to sit or lay down comfortably. It had a few pillows and fairy lights wrapped around the support beams. The low glow of the lights cast just enough so that you could see perfectly into his eyes.

“So you traveled through time and put the stones back. Why didn’t you stay? That first night we talked, you said if you could go back you would.”

“How could I leave my best girl?” He put a finger under your chin and tipped your head up so you would look at him. “I am in love with you and the whole time I was returning the stones the only thing that I could think of was getting back to you.” He kissed you softly. “Peggy lived her life and it’s time that I start living mine. There’s no one else I’d rather be with than you.”

“Good, because I’m very much in love with you too. And there’s no one else I’d rather be with either.”

You smile at each other before you lean into him. Sighing happily you rest your head against his chest.

“Also I have a new list of things that need to be fixed around the house.”

Steve laughs before picking you up and carrying you upstairs to your shared bedroom. He changes quickly and settles in bed behind you. As he wrapped an arm around your waist you couldn’t wait to see what was next. But if the last five years were anything to go off of you’d have nothing to worry about.

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Jealousy and Pie

Pairing: Dean Winchester and reader

Characters: Dean Winchester, reader, Sam Winchester

Summary: You, Sam, and Dean are at a local street festival in some small town working a case when you notice Dean flirting with a girl. This shouldn't bother you, but it does even if it's just for information purposes. So when the opportunity strikes to show Dean how you felt, you take it and damn the consequences.

Warnings: none, just fluff and some mild angst, my usual things.

word count: 1,420

Author's note: I had such a hard time with this one, as I started three different versions of this challenge for @the-slumberparty's June challenge. This is the one I'm happy with. My choices were: sundress and festival. I tried to write a version that has Bucky in it, but as usual, Dean decided it needed to be about him again. I might finish and post that one too, I'm not sure yet. I have no beta, so all spelling and grammar mistakes are mine. Enjoy!

There was no reason to be jealous. Dean flirted with girls all the time, I told myself, watching him as he spoke to her. She twirled a lock of hair around her finger, gazing up at him and I rolled my eyes, turning away. It was too hot to be working cases anyway, I thought, scanning the street festival for Sam's tall frame.

I spotted him as he walked over with water for me and I smiled as I took it from him. He stood there with me and watched as Dean kept flirting with her. I frowned again and he nudged me, "It's just for information, you know that." I met his gaze, and my eyes narrowed. "What are you implying, Sam?"

Sam held his hands up in mock surrender. "I know that look. You're jealous." I kept staring at him through narrowed eyes as Dean walked back up. When the girl came running back, slipping her number into Dean's hand, I turned and stalked away, a frustrated growl slipping through my lips.

I was still frustrated as we tried to follow that lead the girl gave us, muttering under my breath as I sat in the back of the Impala. When we arrived in a residential neighborhood, and I spotted her seated on a porch, Sam and I both groaned. "Dean," I said, frustration leaking into my tone. "She didn't have any information for us. She was just hitting on you." I let my head fall back on the headrest as Sam groaned too, punching his brother on the shoulder.

We went back to the street festival and I adjusted the pink sundress I wore as we scanned people, asking around when someone tapped me on the shoulder. I turned to face whoever it was, smiling at his blue eyes, asking about the case in a way that was friendly until I felt eyes watching me. I turned, seeing Dean standing there with Sam, watching us.

Sam had a large smirk on his face, and he raised an eyebrow as my eyes landed on Dean, who looked murderous as he watched us. Remembering how he made me feel earlier, I turned back to the guy, Brad, I think his name was, and upped my game, laughing and placing a hand on his arm as he spoke to me.

I brushed my curls back, exposing the side of my neck as he told me more about the mysterious disappearances in the area, and when I reached for the gold necklace Dean had given me for my birthday two weeks ago, gently playing with the chain, I could feel Dean's eyes burning a hole into my head as the boy's eyes darted down to the chain in my hands.

I felt his arm reach out, tugging on my waist and before I knew it, Dean was right there, yanking me away with a murderous look sent in his direction. Brad? Bryan? Had stumbled back and walked away as Dean steered me over to a more private section of the festival. Dean had me backed up against a wall, looming over me as he stared down at me, his green eyes full of jealousy.

I looked up at him and innocently asked, "What's wrong, Dean? I was just getting information from him." I said, watching as his nostrils flared at my choice of words. Dean stared down at me, his voice rough. "You were doing that on purpose." I continued to give him that innocent look as the music from the band playing at the end of the field drifted around us. "I don't know what you're talking about, Dean."

He continued to stare down at me, shaking his head. "Uh-huh, I was watching you, I know all the signs of flirting." I chuckled, "Of course you do, you are the expert at that, aren't you?" Dean's eyes narrowed, and I could tell he was getting more frustrated by the second. "Don't try and turn this around on me," He growled, "You knew exactly what you were doing."

I sighed, feeling a sense of frustration, "Oh, and you weren't doing the same thing with that girl earlier in the day? Flirting with her to make me jealous, Dean?" Dean's expression softened as he stared down at me. "I'm sorry," He said, his eyes meeting mine. I sigh, "We've never actually discussed if we are dating or not, Dean." I say, meeting his gaze. "Are we?" I ask, looking at him. "Do you want to date me? Am I going to be the woman who finally gets Dean Winchester to commit?"

Dean's eyes met mine, and I could see the hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "You already have me making commitments, sweetheart," he said, his voice low and husky. "But to answer your question, yes, I want to date you. I want you to be my girlfriend."

I felt a surge of happiness wash over me as I heard his words. It was something that I had been hoping for, but I wasn't sure if he felt the same way. "Really?" I said, unable to keep the smile off my face.

Dean nodded, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Really," he said. "I know I haven't been the easiest guy to figure out, but I want to make things official with you." I threw my arms around him, feeling a sense of joy and relief wash over me. "Yes," I said, my voice muffled against his chest. "I want that too."

I felt Dean's hands gently lift my chin, his eyes looking down into mine. He leaned down and kissed me, soft and sweet, his lips gentle on mine. When he pulled away, he said, "I am sorry you know, about before." I nodded, whispering, "Me too." As he pulled away from the kiss, I could see the sincerity in his eyes, and I knew he meant it. The sounds of the street festival went around us, but I only had eyes for Dean.

Dean smiled at me and I said, "Let's go enjoy this festival before we run off." I said, my eyes meeting his. "I saw a pie stand earlier this morning with Sam." We weaved our way through the crowd, taking in the sights and sounds of the street festival. There were food stands, games, and live music playing in the background. It was a lively and festive atmosphere, and I couldn't help but feel happy as I walked alongside Dean.

Dean ordered a slice of apple pie, while I went for the classic cherry. As we sat down at a nearby table, I took a bite of my pie and closed my eyes in bliss. It was everything I had hoped for and more - sweet, tangy, and perfectly baked."This is amazing," I said, looking over at Dean. "You have to try it." Dean took a bite of his pie, and I could see the look of satisfaction on his face. "You're right," he said. "This is good."

As we walked with Sam back to the Impala, ready to make some headway on the case, I glanced over at him as he held my hand in his. "I love you," Dean said, his eyes meeting mine. "I love you too," I said, feeling a sense of happiness and gratitude for the man in front of me.

Sam pretended to gag, but I could see the smile on his face. "Gross, you guys," he said, rolling his eyes. Dean chuckled, but he didn't let go of my hand. "What can I say? I'm a romantic at heart." I smiled up at him, feeling a sense of warmth and affection for him. "And I wouldn't have it any other way," I said.

As we reached the Impala, I climbed into the backseat while Sam took the passenger seat. Dean got behind the wheel, and soon we were on our way, ready to face whatever challenges came our way. With Dean by my side, I knew that we could face anything that came our way. As we pulled up to the motel, I turned to Dean and gave him a quick kiss. "Thank you," I said, my eyes meeting his. "For what?" he asked, a hint of confusion in his voice. "For everything," I said, smiling up at him. "For being there for me, for loving me, for being my partner in crime."Dean grinned at me, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Anytime, sweetheart," he said. "Anytime."

#Dean winchester x reader #navy and roo sleepover #june challenge

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adalwolfgang · 9 months

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Could you make a little story for Castiel where he meets a young mute girl who communicates through ASL?

Castiel meeting and befriending a mute reader

warnings: Cursing, fluff, angsty (very little) A/n: I am not mute but I am familiar with people I know personally who are deaf and use sign language. Also, I have not watched supernatural in a good while so I don't remember what all powers angels have so some of these might be inaccurate from the show.

credit to @cafekitsune for the banner(s)

This was unexpected for the angel. One second, he's strolling around a town him, Sam, and Dean had stopped at to investigate a large number of murders that have been occurring to sitting on a swing set with a little girl sitting beside him in a park, making hand motions.

She was mute.

He didnt know what these hand motions meant but he was easily able to understand once he read her mind. It was as if she was saying what each meaning of the sign meant as she moved her hands and fingers without moving her lips. He could hear her voice but only in her own conscious.

"Where is your parents? Or guardian?" he asked as he tilted his head with curiosity and concern. The reminder of why he was there in the first place brought him out of his thoughts as worry soon became present on his face. It was safe for someone to be out here on their own, especially a young one at that.

A childish smile appears on your face as you quickly point over to a food truck a few feet away. Your guardian chatting with the owner, their back facing you. Castiel looks to where you were pointing before looking back over at you. The concern slowly leaving his features but not completely gone.

"You be careful when you are out of arms reach from your guardian. Understand?"

You bob your head up and down in response, giving him a thumbs up for more confirmation at his words. Castiel was still a little skeptical at the thought of whatever or whoever has been behind the killings find you and pick you off as a easy target. Many questions started appearing in his head. How would you scream for help? What if no one seen you get taken? What if you cant free yourself from their grasp?

You could see his brows furrow as his eyes drifting toward the dirt in thought. Whatever was on this strange man's mind must've been big as lines formed on his forehead and the corner of his eyes crinkled slightly. You place a hand on the trench coat he adored, even though it was summer time. You started rubbing the fabric between your fingertips, the action making Castiel look down at your hand and then at your face. You suddenly stop the action, staring into his deep colored eyes as well. You thought he had very beautiful eyes. This made a soft smile form on his lips which made your eyes widen. You didnt say that aloud did you? No, that's impossible. Unless?

'Are you a angel?' you signed, this time slower.

The smile on Castiel's face grows as he slowly nods his head, raising his index finger and putting in to his lips as if you both were sharing a secret. Before you could react, your name was shouted. You spun your head around to see your guardian walking over toward you, a hotdog wrapped in tinfoil in each hand. When they finally get close enough you sign,

'I made a friend'

"oh really?" they look around the park curiously before back down at you.

"Where is this friend of yours?"

You turn around expecting to see the man in the trench coat, but he wasn't there. The empty swing was slowly rocking back and forth but no one was there. A wave of confusion and sadness washed over you as your guardian just shrugged it off, taking a seat on the swing the stranger had been, handing you a hotdog.

Back at the bunker, Castiel was sitting in one of the many chairs in the library with his chin propped up on his hand. His back was slumped as he sat in thought. He wanted to protect you. He wanted to be there for you when you needed him. He wanted to be your friend. Dean and Sam finally came back, walking down the stairs and quickly spotting the angel they had been trying to contact.

"Hey man, where the hell did you go? You just wandered off and left us!" Dean was quick to jump on the angels case but he wasn't in the mood to hear any of it and quickly disappeared.

"The hell was that all about?" Castiel left the brothers both confused and concerned.

#castiel #spn x you #spn x reader #spn castiel #castiel x reader #supernatural x you #supernatural x reader #supernatural #castiel winchester #angel x reader #fallen angel x reader #mute!reader #mute reader

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ofstoriesandstardust · 2 years

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make you miss me (bradley “rooster” bradshaw)

a/n: this has been in my head for days. it turned into the longest thing i’ve ever written without even trying. tis my babyyyyyyy be nice

inspired by “make you miss me” by sam hunt

main masterlist | top gun: maverick masterlist

warnings: reckless & underage drinking, references to hooking up but nothing explicit, making out, swearing (dude i say the f word at least 16 times), rooster is a cocky, suggestive shit but what else is new, rooster would never take advantage of a drunk woman because his momma raised him right, rooster don’t believe in that toxic masculinity shit he is a CRIER, we don’t get told when rooster’s papers got pulled so i made it up, i grew up near the miramar base and i still don’t know shit about how the military works, when my friend reads this i hope she appreciates my references to ABBA, Amelia is just always at the bar because i said so

word count: 8,053

You’d met Rooster your first year of college. You had come out to San Diego for school with no expectations of what you might find. You were on your own, independent for the first time in your life and you were determined to find yourself. You wanted to let loose and experience college in its fullest, which meant going to parties and hooking up with boys and getting drunk on the weekends and everything else others’ tales of college promised. So when your new room mate invited you out to a bonfire at the beach that night, you knew you’d be a fool to pass it up. You went with her, giggling as you got to the beach, having already pregamed in your dorm before arriving. A drink was thrust into your hand as you arrived to the group and mingled around with the people there. You were beginning to get more than tipsy when your room mate grabbed your arm. You looked at her in confusion, but quickly understood. At the edge of the party stood a group of boys who were far more attractive than your average college student. You bit your lip as you locked eyes with the brunette of the group who's eyes warmed your soul. His aviators were perched low on his nose, and he pushed them up as he made your way to you. Your room mate drunkenly squealed as he walked over, hitting your arm. You had to admit, whoever this man was, he was fine. And honestly, this would make for a memorable first college hook-up. “Ladies.” He greeted, lowering his glasses so he could send your room mate a wink. You laughed, taking another sip of your drink. You frowned, realizing it was the last of it, and your room mate realized she was out too.

"Don’t worry, I’ll grab another round.” She slurred, and she clumsily moved away to grab more. You went to protest but between the alcohol making your brain fuzzy, the fine man standing in front of you, and the fact that she was long gone, you ended up just standing there with your mouth gapping like a fish.

“You’ll catch flies standing there with your mouth opening like that.” You turned to face the boy in front of you and he leaned closer, gently shutting your mouth. “And we can’t have that because it’s such a pretty mouth.” You blushed, turning away from the man. God, you wished you had more liquid courage. “Hey, don’t look away from me like that. I like to admire your pretty face.” You blushed harder, sure your face was fire truck red, and the alcohol coursing its way through your system was not helping.

“Well, if you’re gonna be flirting with me so openly, can I at least know your name?” He chuckled.

“Rooster.” The boy responded and you raised an eyebrow. He laughed harder at your expression. “It’s my callsign. And what do they call you?”

“I’m gonna pretend I know what a callsign is.” You muttered, causing Rooster to laugh. “I’m (Y/N).” You offered, holding out a hand.

“A handshake, eh?” You blushed but he gave you one in return nonetheless. “(Y/N).” He said, trying the name out on his tongue. “Never moaned that name in bed before.” You turned scarlet at that comment and were thankful another girl you’d been talking to earlier in the night showed up with a drink.

“Your room mate is next level wasty so here’s this.” She said, handing you the drink. You laughed and thanked her as she disappeared back into the crowd. You took a sip as Rooster frowned.

“How much have you been drinking?” He asked as you took another long sip to prepare yourself for the fact that you were probably going to end up hooking up with this fine-ass man in front of you.

“Enough.” You said, shrugging.

“Is this your first college party?” You groaned, leaning your head up against his-wow he was muscular- arm.

“That obvious?” You mumbled.

“Only to a trained eye like mine.” He teased. “Here, let’s go somewhere quieter.” He took your hand, gently guiding you to a picnic table a little farther up the beach.

“Do you always hold the hands of the girls you’re trying to hook up with?” He laughed, but gave no answer. God, you could get used to hearing that sound. He sat down on the bench, and you settled yourself in his lap. His arms automatically wrapped around your waist, keeping you from falling off. You were quickly passing tipsy into drunk territory, and it was obvious. The two of you began to talk as the sun set on the horizon, the darkness of night quickly approaching. The bonfire was still raging but you paid them little mind, enraptured with the handsome, and as you learned, sweet boy who's lap you were sat in. You shivered as a breeze ran up the beach, and Rooster gave his jacket to you. You protested, but he wordlessly placed it around your shoulders. The two of you sat in silence and you were overwhelmed with how much you genuinely liked Rooster. And how much you wanted to kiss him. He looked at you, staring deep into your eyes, and you began to feel what you could only describe as a spark, something you thought only existed in romance movies. He pushed a piece of hair behind your ear as your fingers rested on his jaw, rubbing small circles into the skin. “I really want to kiss you.” You whispered, causing Rooster to suck in a sharp breath. The moment was ruined, however, by your roommate appearing suddenly, her boyfriend in tow. She was a local girl and her boyfriend had been designated driver for the night.

“Sorry to interrupt.” Nick said, and you shook your head, arms now casually wrapped around Rooster’s neck and shoulders. He had a hand gently placed on the small of your back and the other was draped across your legs. “Sam’s wasted, so I’m taking her home. You good to make sure she gets home?” Nick asked, and you realized he was talking to Rooster. He nodded. You looked back to Nick.

“The two of you know each other?” You asked and the boys nodded.

“Bradley and I went to high school together. You’re in good hands.”

“Bradley?” You questioned, turning back to the brunette. He smiled softly at you. Nick bid you goodbye, all but carrying Sam to his car. Homegirl was not capable of making it back there without injuring herself, that’s for sure. You turned back to Rooster.

“It’s getting late; I should probably get you home soon.” He said, moving to pull you off his lap.

“I thought you were trying to hook up with me.” You whined, resting your head in the nook of his shoulder.

“You’re drunk.” He stated.

“Am not.” You mumbled into his shoulder, even though you definitely were. He laughed lightly.

“This is your first college party, and your first time consuming alcohol and you’ve had way more than you should for your first time drinking. You said so yourself.” You shrugged.

“So?”

“So, my mom raised me right. I’m not hooking up with you, not while you’ve been drinking. I won’t take advantage of you.” He said seriously and as much as it warmed your heart to know there were still good guys out there, you were more than slightly disappointed to know that once Rooster took you home, you’d never see him again. And damn it, you really liked the guy. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“No, I just- I really like spending time with you. And I know that once you take me home, it’ll be the last time I see you.” You said, threading his fingers through his hair.

“Who says it has to be?” He asked, and you looked at him. “Here, how about this: I take you to go get some food because otherwise your hangover is gonna suck ass in the morning, and it’ll help sober you up. And in the morning, when you’re sober and of clearer mind, we can talk then.” You groaned, falling back into his shoulder.

“Why do you have to be so goddamn nice?” He chuckled. “Can I at least still kiss you?”

He shook his head. “Sorry babe, but I’m not letting you do something you might regret.” You groaned again.

“Like I’d regret kissing a handsome man like you.” He chuckled, pulling you off his lap.

“We’ll raincheck the kiss for another day then.”

“Promise?” You asked, childishly. Yep, you were definitely still drunk. He laughed, grabbing your hand, effectively pulling you into his side, and squeezed it.

“Promise.”

Rooster took you to get In’N’Out, a California must-try he insisted upon. The two of you sat in his car eating the food in the parking lot in a comfortable silence. Once you finished, he began the trek back to campus and you settled into his passenger seat, enjoying the cool breeze and city lights. You had sobered up a bit, but were still definitely tipsy, so you missed the way Rooster looked over fondly at you as he drove. He returned you to your dorm, walking you up to your room as you realized you were dead tired. You all but collapsed into bed, Rooster chuckling. He pulled the covers over you, tucking you in. You remember him pressing a soft kiss to your hairline. “Sweet dreams.” He whispered as you fell asleep.

You awoke the next morning with a groan, realizing your phone was buzzing. Nick. You answered it, holding it up to your ear. “Hello?” You asked groggily, trying to blink the sleep out of your eyes as the headache came rolling in.

“You alive?”

“Unfortunately. I’ve got a killer headache.”

“Not surprising, you drank half of what Sam did last night. Speaking of which, we’re going to get breakfast from this burrito place, down the road from campus. Best thing for hangovers. You back in the dorm or did you go home with Bradley?” You shook your head, even though Nick couldn’t see you.

“No, he wouldn’t let me. Said he wouldn’t take advantage of me while I was drunk. Took me to get In’N’Out instead to help my hangover.”

“Boy always was a gentleman. Anyways, you want to come with?”

“Yeah, just give me like twenty minutes to drink some water and down some Advil. And change clothes. Apparently I fell asleep in the ones from last night.” He laughed as you sat up.

“No problem, I’ve gotta convince Sam she won’t puke if she faces direct sunlight.”

“Okay, see you in a little bit.” The call ended. Nick was roughly two years older than you and Sam. The two of them had been high school sweethearts and she’d followed him to his college. He’d been nice to you ever since you’d met your roommate a few days ago during orientation, which you appreciated. You didn’t have any other friends in the city so the kind gesture meant the world to you. You hopped down off your bed, pulling a fresh pair of clothes on. You noticed on your desk was your bottle of Advil and a water bottle from the vending machine down the hallway. There was a sticky note placed next to it and you picked it up to read it as you downed the Advil and water.

For your inevitable hangover.

Text me that you’re alive in the morning

-Rooster

He’d left his phone number on the sticky note and you pulled out your phone to text him when you caught the writing at the bottom, scribbled in such a way that you thought it might have been written in a last-second haste.

For the record, I wanted to kiss you too

You blushed at that and felt your heart swell. Even though you’d been drunk last night, you remembered all of it. Smiling like goofball, you sent him a text that said hey I’m alive. The bubble almost immediately appeared.

good to hear :)

The bubble popped up again.

Any signs of a hangover?

killer headache but the Advil will help

thank you by the way

of course

any pieces of the night missing?

not a one

The bubble popped up and then disappeared. A minute later, it reappeared.

still want to raincheck that kiss? i’d like to take you on a proper date

only if you want to

of course i want to

when are you free?

And so that’s how it began. Although Rooster did kiss you on that first date, the two of you settled into a genuine, comfortable friendship that... wasn’t entirely platonic. No matter how much your friends teased you about having romantic feelings for the brunette, you knew he had huge military aspirations and you didn’t intend to stay in California after graduating. You insisted that you would rather keep your friendship with the boy than blur those boundaries by falling into bed with him or starting a relationship. That’s when things could get messy and you didn’t want messy. Even if your heart ached whenever you heard him talking about a girl or longed for the boy in front of you to be Rooster instead every time you went on a date, you never did anything about your feelings. He was your best friend and you wanted it to stay that way because best friend was safe, and you needed safe. The two of you danced around your feelings, never addressing the situation between the two of you. And it stayed that way for the next two years, until, well, until everything changed.

It wasn’t any different from any other night. Well, it hadn’t been. Rooster had come over to watch movies with you after a particularly bad fight with your Mom about why you weren’t coming home for the summer. It was late and he was dancing with you in your kitchen to ABBA as you insisted on making more popcorn. The two of you laughed through your atrocious dance moves and you felt at peace. He caught you as you stumbled over your feet. You laughed, looking up at him. And suddenly the mood had changed, the spark you had felt that first night appearing again. “I really want to kiss you.” He whispered and you felt time stop.

“So do it.” He did, cupping your face in his hands. The microwave beeped, but the popcorn and music had been long forgotten as you focused on the soft yet hungry way Rooster kissed you. Your fingers threaded up into his hair, pulling him closer. His hands moved down to your waist. The kiss turned deeper as you felt his hands roam down your waist and onto your ass. He squeezed it and you giggled into the kiss. Your hands found their way up his shirt, running over his finely molded body. He finally pulled away, trying to catch his breath as you whined about the loss of contact.

“We should go to your bedroom.” Rooster said, and you nodded. He picked you up, carrying you to bedroom. He set you gently down on the bed and you grabbed his shirt to pull him back towards you, intent on continuing the make-out session that had been happening. He hesitated as he hovered on the bed above you.

“What?” You asked gently.

“Are you sure? That you want to do this?” You nodded. “Because I mean if not, we can forget about it, go back to being friends, but fuck, (Y/N), if we do this, I can’t go back to being just friends. I’m tired of pretending I don’t feel the way I do for you.” He whispered, leaning his forehead to rest against yours.

“I’m sure I want this. I’ve wanted this for two years, since that night on the beach.”

“Then we’ve been wasting a lot of time.”

The next morning you woke up to Rooster laying next to you, smiling at you softly. You blushed. “Stop looking at me like that.” You groaned half-heartedly, hiding yourself under the covers. “Makes my heart do weird things.” He chuckled, pulling the comforter from off your face.

“Don’t do that, then I can’t look at your pretty face.” You blushed even harder, but smiled at the boy nonetheless. His arm shot out to your waist, wrapping it around you and pulling you closer to him. Your legs slotted between his, and softly began to trace invisible patterns into his bare skin as he moved his fingers through your hair. The two of you sat in a comfortable silence for a moment before you decided to bring up what had happened. Last night certainly wasn’t something friends did, and neither was this. You needed to address it here and now, or the two of you never would. “Hey, where’d you go?” He asked, pushing a stray hair behind your ear, eyes searching yours. You sighed, biting your lip.

“We need to talk about last night. About this.” His fingers slowed in your hair as he propped himself up against the pillows. You pushed yourself into a seated position, but your legs were still entangled with his. His hand was placed on your thigh, rubbing soft circles into the skin.

“Do you regret it?” He asked, a note of fear in his voice. He wouldn’t meet your eye. You shook your head.

“Not at all.” He let out a sigh of relief you didn’t think he knew he was holding. “Do you?” He shook his head.

“I don’t want that to be our last time doing it.”

“Neither do I.”

“But I can’t do something casual. You- you mean a lot to me, and my feelings for you are a lot more than just casual.” He said, looking at you seriously. You’d be honest, commitment scared the shit out of you. You also didn’t want to lose him if things went south. His hand never stopped its movements, grounding you as you looked at him. You took a deep breath.

“I just.. don’t want to lose you if this doesn’t work out. You’re my best friend.”

“You won’t, I promise.”

“You can’t guarantee that.”

“When have you ever known me to break a promise?” You looked him.

“Rooster, I’m being serious.”

“(Y/N), so am I. We’ll figure it out.”

“Don’t break my heart.” You whispered. He shook his head.

“I don’t plan on it.”

The two of you fell into a comfortable relationship after that. You decided not to tell your friends for the first little while, to explore the shift in your relationship privately, but after wearing his jacket to one too many events and smiling at your phone too often, and someone catching you holding hands under the table at a group dinner, your friends realized things had changed. Nobody said anything, smiled and shook their heads, but you were glad that Rooster would kiss you in public and hold your hand and tease you and make suggestive remarks and know he was the one you got to go home to every night. Somewhere along the way, you realized Rooster was it for you, but you were only six months in and didn’t want to fuck it up. But God, you wished you had told him because then maybe he would’ve stayed.

Everything came tumbling down all too soon. It’d been about six, maybe seven, months since that night you’d hooked up with the cocky brunette and things couldn’t have been better. He’d finally sent in his papers for the Naval Academy and the two of you had discussed and accepted the possibility of doing long distance. You’d figure it out, as Rooster always said. Rooster had been thrilled about sending his application in, happy to start following in his dad’s footsteps. You’d met Maverick, his dad’s best friend, on more than few occasions, and Maverick had given you a knowing smile when the two of you walked in holding hands for the first time after officially getting together. You were at a military barbecue and Maverick had corned you in the kitchen of some military officials house later that night. “Take care of him.” He’d said. Maverick really cared about Rooster, had clearly raised Rooster as his own, which is why you never expected him to do what he did.

You still weren’t certain how Rooster had found out but through some military connection or another, Rooster found out Maverick had pulled his papers from the Naval Academy. Not only was Rooster angry, rightfully so, but he was devastated. He’d shown up at your place, crying. You were confused, but pulled him into the house and to the couch where he told you what Maverick had done. His hands were shaking as he explained how he’d have to start over, how his career had been set back by years, how his dreams of reaching TOPGUN like his dad were shot, how angry he was. Your heart broke for the boy, unsure what you could offer him other than your love and support as you rubbed his back. You wanted to rip Maverick a new one, knew Maverick knew exactly what he had just done to Rooster, but also knew it wouldn’t accomplish anything. If Maverick had done it, he’d clearly had a reason. At the end of it all, Rooster whispered words you didn’t want to hear. “I have to get out of San Diego.” He muttered. Your hand froze. “I don’t want to even be in the same state as him.” You opened your mouth to say something but the boy kept going. “I’ll join the Navy some other way, figure something out.” He said, shaking his head. He seemed set in his decision. You stared at him, hand sitting on the nape of his neck, heart breaking. He was going to leave you and hadn’t even given it a second thought.

Rooster essentially disappeared after that. You figured he had been in San Diego for a few weeks more, tying up loose ends, but you had no way of knowing for certain. You didn’t see or hear from him again and it broke your heart. You always held out hope that maybe he just needed some space from what Maverick had done and would come back to you, but he stayed gone. The line had clearly been drawn in the sand about where the two of you stood. You were heartsick for a man who didn’t want you, but eventually you made your peace with what had happened. You didn’t see Maverick again and quite frankly you didn’t want to. If you saw that man, you couldn’t be held responsible for what you said because his actions had consequences that extended far outside of his relationship with Rooster.

Ultimately though, you let your past go and began to build a new future, one that didn’t include Rooster. You finished college, and had decided to stay in San Diego, falling in love with the city and the state. You worked as a bartender after you graduated and eventually found your way to Penny’s bar. It hurt that piece of you that you tried to keep buried down low to be surrounded by military folk, and especially the TOPGUN students, but you had to suck it up. Penny paid well and the cost of living in San Diego rose every year, and quite frankly you were long over having room mates.

Penny had gotten it out of you one night, when it had been slow and late, as to why you were so averse to any of the TOPGUN students flirting with you. You wore down, telling her about Rooster, your relationship, what had gone down with Maverick, and how Rooster had essentially disappeared like a ghost from your life. She looked at you, frowning. In return, she’d explained her old flame with Maverick, her failed marriage, and you remember very vividly, how she bit her lip, hesitating.

“What?”

“Bradley went through the TOPGUN program.” You stared at her, not sure if you wanted to be hearing this kind of information about him. He'd been here, been so close, and he hadn’t even called, tried to reach out? You were still holding out your heart for a man who proved time and time again he didn’t want it. You were a fool, as always. “About three or four years ago. He’s been out on long deployments since graduating. Left for the latest one about a week before you started working here.” A week? A week. You’d missed him by a week. Great. “I’m sorry (Y/N). For what he did. For what Maverick did.” You sighed, shrugging.

“I just miss him. I mean yeah, he broke my heart, but I just miss my best friend.” The woman pulled you into a tight hug, and for the first time in the years since Bradley had disappeared, you cried about losing him.

You wandered into Penny’s for a drink. It was your day off but quite frankly, you missed Amelia, who was a constant visitor of the bar as Penny’s daughter and sitting alone in your apartment drove you nuts. Wasn’t good for you, you would always say. You would think if you had too much time, and thinking meant memories of Rooster would resurface, and you didn’t want that. You stepped inside the bar, and were greeted to the sound of a voice you were sure you’d never hear again. You pushed the sunglasses up onto your head to be sure but there he was, the ghost from your past. He was surrounded by a group of people and had the bar singing to Great Balls of Fire. You’d missed the sound of him singing but also hearing it again made you want to break into a run.

You spotted Amelia in her usual seat at the bar and you sidled up next to her. She smiled at you and you frowned as you spotted Maverick talking to her mother. Why was he back? Last you heard, he was across the country testing new planes for the Navy. “Why’s Maverick here?” You asked, looking at Amelia. She shrugged as Great Balls of Fire came to an end. The group that had been occupying the piano made their way to the bar, clearly ready for another round. You recognized Payback and Fanboy as part of the group, who had been stateside for a few months now. No one else though. Aside from Rooster of course. But if he was stateside... he was here for a reason. And that made you sick to your stomach to think about what the Navy was asking him to do.

“Tyler, another round for all of us.” Rooster said to your fellow bartender and he nodded, uncapping the beers for the group. “And, uh, get one for the pretty lady.” Rooster said, motioning to you. You turned to him and you didn’t miss the subtle way his body slunk back at the ice in your look.

“I work here Bradshaw, I think I’m fully capable of getting my own beer.” You stated coldly, moving behind the bar to grab the drink. You didn’t even want the beer but you wanted to prove a point. You noted how his friends were paying extra attention to what was happening, particularly Fanboy and Payback. His eyes widened and he coughed, clearing his throat. His stupid aviators were still on his stupid face with his stupid mustache and his stupid Hawaiian shirt and- God when had you gotten so angry at him? “Ooo, I’ve been demoted to Bradshaw? Ouch.” You sneered at him but he remained firm. “I think maybe we should have a conversation.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” You stated, steel in your voice.

“And why not?” He challenged, ever the stubborn asshole.

“If you wanted to have a conversation, we could’ve had one before you took off years ago.” You made to leave the bar, giving Amelia a quick hug.

“You still covering my shift tomorrow?” Tyler called. You nodded, raising your beer in acknowledgement.

“And helping me study for my History test?” Amelia asked and you nodded.

“Of course.” You said, tipping an invisible cowboy hat at her. She giggled and you smiled, making your way out of the bar. You adored Amelia and since you weren’t as close to your family since you had moved, she had been like your sister. Despite the noise in the bar, you didn’t move quick enough to miss Rooster’s friends start in on him on the conversation they’d witnessed. You moved down to the beach that Penny’s bar sat on and prayed Rooster didn’t follow you out here. Your heart was racing with having seen him, and to be at such odds with him felt foreign and wrong. You just wanted to be back in his arms, tell him everything he’d missed, laugh with him again, but he’d made it clear time and time again he didn’t want you. You wouldn’t let him make a fool of you any longer. Who you didn’t expect to follow you was Maverick. He wordlessly settled himself next to you in the sand and you cast an equally icy glare towards him, which he ignored. Of course he did. Fucking asshole.

“That didn’t look like the two of you are still together.” He said, gaze set firmly on the horizon until he realized you weren’t gonna answer him. “(Y/N).”

“Didn’t realize it was any of your business.” He looked at you and sighed.

“Look, Rooster and I had a falling out. I admittedly don’t know what’s been going on in his life.” You shrugged.

“Neither do I.” You said, making eye contact with Maverick. You took a sip of your beer. “Your fucking fault we broke up in the first place.” You muttered.

“My fault?” He questioned.

“Yes! You pulled his fucking papers from the Naval Academy and he disappeared without another fucking word! If you hadn’t done that, everything would be fine and he and I would still be together.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I do know that! Rooster was fucking it for me Maverick!” He looked at you and opened his mouth but you didn’t give him a chance. “But you pulled his papers for some god forsaken reason only known to you and the fucking universe and it cost me everything.” You sighed, standing up. You wanted to spend another second sitting next to Maverick like you wanted a fork in your eyeball, which honestly sounded preferable at this point.

“(Y/N).” He called.

“Go to hell Maverick.” You called back, trudging your way back up the beach to your car. You didn’t see Rooster leaning up against the door of the Hard Deck watching you.

Over the next week and a half, you got to know the elite team the Navy put together for whatever life-risking mission they had now. You knew Fanboy and Payback of course, but you appreciated Bob’s kindness and Phoenix’s sharp wit. Hangman, on the other hand, was a literal pain in your ass with an endless stream of flirting. Typical of TOPGUN pilots. Their egos were usually a bit too big for them. Rooster made a point to not come in to the bar when you were working and you appreciated it, even though you wouldn’t tell anyone that. You wanted to simultaneously smack and kiss Rooster and you weren’t sure which urge would win out. You turned your opening playlist on as you began your opening duties. Amelia was sat at the bar, doing homework as you serenaded her and danced around the bar. You were still a horrible dancer but Amelia got a kick out of it so you’d continue to do so. Payback and Fanboy wandered in, looking worse for wear. “Boys, we’re closed.” You called, smiling at them, but pulling out two beers nonetheless. They took their seats at the bar and began to barter with you about getting their drinks for the night for free, which meant it was going to be a rowdy one for the group. You waved to Phoenix, Bob, and Hangman as they walked in, laughing at the two of them. “Boys, if I gave you alcohol for free every time you told me you were going to die on a mission, Penny would fire me.”

“She can’t fire you, you’re my favorite bartender!” Amelia exclaimed and you laughed.

“Well, you know what you can do for us?” Fanboy asked. You shrugged.

“What?”

“Make up with Rooster.” Payback stated and you groaned, giving them a look.

“No. Not a chance in hell. And I’m gonna pretend you didn’t say that and dance away.” You said, moving to the ABBA song now playing.

“Oh come on, tell us what happened between you and Rooster. We’re dying to know.” Hangman said and you shook your head, covering your ears.

“Young and sweet, only seventeen” You sang.

“Penny should fire you for those atrocious dance moves.” Payback remarked and you flipped him the bird, continuing to sing along to the song.

“ABBA is better than the straight Taylor Swift she was playing earlier.” Amelia piped up.

“Hey, don’t come for my girl Taylor like that.” You said, no real edge to your voice.

“Do you like Taylor because she was the only thing you listened to when you and Rooster broke up?” Amelia asked and you whipped around to face her.

“Don’t call me out like that!” You whined and she laughed.

“What did happen between you and Rooster?” Phoenix asked, leaning up against the bar. You shrugged.

“Nobody’s business but ours.” She sighed.

“I just think that- well-” She said, turning to Bob, who startled and realized it was his turn to talk.

“Well, we just think that the two of you might like to hash out anything you need to before we all die.” Bob said the statement with such simplicity and finality that you narrowed your eyes and moved back towards the team.

“Okay, I know you can’t give me details but how likely is it that you’re going to die on this mission? Like usual, anyone might die at any time in this line of work or?”

“Almost certain.” Bob said, pushing his glasses back up his nose.

“It’s pretty much guaranteed.” Hangman said flatly. You sighed and rubbed your temple.

“Fine. Fine. If Rooster so happens to be at the bar when I get off at 7, I would not be so opposed to having a conversation with him, if only to get the closure I need and put out any unsaid feelings onto the table, lest he dies.” The team cheered and you groaned. You were gonna end up regretting this.

Rooster appeared into the bar at 6:58 and you felt sick to your stomach as you thought about the conversation you were about to have with him. Tyler patted your shoulder as you grabbed two beers. He gave you a thumbs up as you slid one across the table to Rooster and motioned to outside the bar. You were all too aware that the team’s eyes were following the pair of you. The two of you sat in an uncomfortable silence, watching the waves roll in. “God, where did we go wrong?” He asked, running a hand through his hair. You turned to face him, raising an eyebrow.

“Are you serious? You’re kidding me right?” He looked at you and shrugged. “I’ll tell you where we went wrong. You disappeared into the sunset like some fucking cowboy after Maverick pulled your papers, never to be heard from him again. That’s where we went wrong.” He looked at you, but didn’t respond. “Meanwhile I was left here, without a boyfriend or an explanation. You broke my fucking heart. I waited for you to come back and wrote you letters I would never send you, and God, I still have your fucking jacket because I missed you so damn bad I couldn’t bring myself to get rid of it. I would wear your fucking shirt on nights when I couldn’t bear the pain of missing you anymore and sometimes when my phone rings at night, I still think it’s going to be you calling me.” He settled against the wall, and you looked at him. He had a cocky smirk on his face and you wanted to smack it off. You were seeing red, not understanding how the boy couldn’t see how he had hurt you.

“So, you missed me.” You stood up to move back inside the bar and away from him.

“You’re a fucking asshole. Nothing’s changed.” His arm shot out and grabbed your wrist, effectively cutting you off from leaving. His grip was firm, but not tight enough that you couldn’t leave if you really wanted too.

“Hey-” He started, but you felt everything you’d kept bottled up for years come tumbling out before he could say anything.

“Of course I fucking missed you. You were it for me Bradley and you were wrapped up in your own feelings and couldn’t see it. You took off without a second thought to me. And now, we’re here trying to have a conversation to hash everything out because there’s a really good chance you’re going to die in a couple of days-” And oh god, here came the tears, don’t do this right now “-and you’re still being a fucking asshole! It’s great that nothing hurts you Rooster, because you’ve hurt other people. Primarily me. But you can’t even own up to it because you’re still being a cocky piece of shit. Just like you always have been, just like you always be.” And you were crying. Great. The concern was evident in his brown orbs as he stood up to match you. His hand was still around your wrist but you’d had enough. You pulled away from him. “I’m done.” You stated dryly, swallowing back the tears. You moved away from him and ignored any of his protests and pleas and calls as you made your way back to your car, trying to not break down with Rooster so close. You pulled out of the parking lot and further down the road so you could have the proper breakdown you deserved. You hit your steering wheel and then collapsed over it, sobbing. You were hit by a hurricane of emotions, feeling everything all at once. You were angry at Rooster for leaving, angry at him for coming back, hurt for how nonchalant he was about it all, angry he wouldn’t take accountability, and above all, devastated and terrified that that was probably the last time the two of you would have a conversation before he was sent on a mission he was expected to die on. He was going to die and that was how you would remember the last conversation you’d ever have with Bradley Bradshaw.

You felt sick. In fact, you were sick. You had heard from Penny, who apparently re-sparked her old flame with Maverick, that today was the day of the mission. And you hadn’t slept in days. You were buzzing with anxious energy, afraid of the call you were going to get from her once she got news of the results. You’d been throwing up all morning, overridden with guilt of how you left things with Rooster. Even if you were angry at him, you didn’t want him to die and certainly not dying thinking you hated him. You still loved the boy, more than you should, and as you emptied nothing but the acid in your stomach, you swore you’d fix it. Sit on the beach with him for however long it took until the two of you got back to that place again. You prayed and hoped that whatever God was out there was listening and would bring him home so the two of you could have a second chance. Your phone rang, and you jumped. It was Penny. You frantically answered it, biting your lip. “Hello?” You asked, nervously toying with your shirt.

“Hey, how are you doing?”

“I’ve thrown up three times this morning.” You stated bluntly and she sighed.

“Listen, Rooster stopped by the bar last night, wanted me to tell you something.”

“Yeah?” You asked, sucking in a deep breath.

“He said that he still loves you and wants to fix things with you when you get back. Said that he promises he’s going to come back to you and that he doesn’t break promises.”

It’d been three days since the team had successfully completed the mission. You’d been keeping away from the bar, getting shifts covered when you could. You knew you and Rooster needed to have a conversation but you were terrified. Terrified the things he had said to Penny had only been said out of fear of death, that now that he was good and alive, he didn’t want to fix things with you. You were also terrified that things were unfixable, that that the two of you would come to the conclusion that too much had been done and too much had been left unsaid for the two of you to ever have a future together. You stopped into the bar to grab something and waved to Amelia who was sat at the bar. “Where’s your Mom?” You asked, leaning up on the bar opposite her.

“With Maverick.” Rooster said from beside you and you nearly jumped. You turned to take him in, the first time seeing him since they’d returned.

“Jesus fuck, what happened to your eye?” You asked, putting a hand up to his face.

“Oh, Maverick punched me for saving his life.”

“What the fuck?” You whispered, finger carefully outlining the bruise as Rooster winced. “That’s the most Maverick thing Maverick’s ever Mavericked.” Rooster laughed. “Speak of Maverick, I yelled at him the other day.”

“Oh yeah I heard about that.” He remarked and you winced.

“Yeah, I should probably apologize.” He shrugged.

“Maverick doesn’t think you were exactly wrong.” You looked at Rooster. “We should talk.” You sighed. “(Y/N), we need to talk.”

“Can’t avoid it forever.” Amelia stated, not looking up from her homework. You rolled your eyes but took Rooster’s hand nonetheless.

“Lead the way.” Rooster chuckled, leading you out of the bar.

“God, I feel like every time I’m on the beach lately I end up yelling at someone.”You said as the two of you settled on the sand. Rooster laughed again and your chest hurt with how glad you were to hear that sound again. “You okay?” You asked, worry clear in your voice.

“Aside from the nice black eye Maverick gave me, and all the expected injuries, I walked away largely unscathed.” He stated. “Got real lucky.” You nodded, noting how your hand was still intertwined with his.

“I don’t even know what happened up there.” He raised an eyebrow.

“Hangman hasn’t regaled you with the story of how he saved me and Maverick’s life at least six times yet?” You laughed.

“Nah, been avoiding the bar since you guys got back.”

“I did notice that. Wanna tell me why?” You shrugged.

“We needed to talk and I wanted to let you enjoy the celebrations. Didn’t feel right.”

“I wish you had been there.” He stated. “You were the first person I looked for when I came back.” He stated it with such honest sincerity that any last reserves you had went tumbling down and the dam broke open. You collapsed into Rooster, shoulders heaving as you sobbed. “Hey, hey, whoa, what’s wrong?”

“Rooster I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry for yelling at you like that before you almost died and that you were going to die thinking I hated you, and I’m such a fucking asshole for literally sobbing about this right now and making it about me when you literally just almost died-”

“Okay, whoa. It’s been an emotional few weeks for everyone, you included. I think you’re allowed to have a good cry or two about it. And I deserved the yelling because you’re right that I was being a cocky piece of shit. Yeah, the timing wasn’t great, but is the timing ever great when your ex-boyfriend shows up out of the blue to train for a mission he’s not expected to come back alive from?” You shrugged.

“Still feel like a piece of shit. Threw up all morning the day you guys left because of how guilty I felt.” He rubbed small circles into your waist, the all-too-familiar gesture bringing you waves of relief and comfort. This was fixable. You guys could figure it out, always did.

“You’re not a piece of shit. If anybody’s a piece of shit, it’s me for leaving without telling you and then coming back to TOPGUN without also telling you.”

“Why did you leave? Bradley, I would’ve followed you around to the ends of the fucking Earth if you asked me.” He nodded.

“I know. I just- I panicked. I saw red after Maverick pulled my papers and you were right that I didn’t think about anybody but myself. What I did, it haunted me. Nobody was ever you. When I got accepted to the TOPGUN program, I thought about calling you every night. Came close to it a few times too. But I just- I knew disappearing had hurt you and I didn’t want to hurt you more by showing back up. I was selfish for what I did, disappearing like that, and I knew coming back would be even more selfish of me. I figured you’d graduated and settled down with somebody else, maybe had kids, and I just- I just couldn’t come back into your life and do that to you. I knew that you would’ve given up everything had I asked you too and I would’ve too, because I was selfish, but I also knew I’d never forgive myself if I did. The guilt would’ve ate at me alive everyday until it destroyed us so I just- didn’t come back.” His eyes bore so much honest sincerity you felt yourself falling in love with him all over again. He pulled his hands away from your body to press his palms to his eyes, clearly trying to stop the tears that were overtaking him. It failed and you pulled his hands away from his face. You took them in your own and rubbed your fingers over his knuckles, looking earnestly at the boy.

“You silly boy, don’t realize it’s always only ever been you? That’s it’s only ever going to be you that I want?” He squeezed your hands, acknowledging your statement.

“I didn’t expect to see you at the Hard Deck that night, I really didn’t. And the ‘cocky asshole’ shit was just a front because I was just dying to bring you close to me and laugh all night long with you but I also knew it wasn’t my place anymore and I didn’t know what else to do.”

“Bradley...” You whispered, leaning to rest your forehead against his.

“I should’ve just told you that I was still in love with you, that I had never stopped. You were it for me too and I- I don’t want to go another day living the life I’ve lived since I left, the one where I don’t get to go home to you at night. I want to fix this, if you’ll let me. I promise we’ll figure it out, just... give me one more chance. God knows I don’t deserve it but I am begging you, please. One more chance.”

“I’d give you every chance in the world if it meant you wouldn’t leave again.”

“I’m never leaving again baby, so long as you want me here. I’m never letting you go again.”

“I want you here for a long time.” You whispered. Rooster cupped your face in his hands and placed a gentle kiss on your lips. You smiled at him after he pulled away. “Missed that.” You said softly and he returned the grin.

“Missed you.”

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krikeymate · 1 year

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Any AU, Ghostface is back. Tara gets stabbed. They’re just playing with her, though, so nothing life threatening. They tell Tara that they’re going to kill anyone she tells about this encounter. “Don’t believe me? Try me?”. Tara tells someone she’s not super fond of. She makes sure no one overhears them. The person is dead the next day. That gives us Tara, trying to deal with this on her own while hiding a literal stab wound (and maybe more) from Sam. Sam finds out pretty quickly, though. Tara’s terrified when she does because of the threat.

AU? Baby this is just Scream 7. Tara's got herself a ~staaalker~

She's home alone, Sam's working late tonight. She's been home for hours, she had no idea what was coming for her. She had no idea she wasn't alone. They were waiting for the right moment, they wanted her to be fully relaxed, calm and unexpecting. They grab her from behind, one hand in her hair, the other wraps around her to trap her arms. They kick at her legs, spreading them so she can't stabilise herself.

"Hello, Tara. Have you missed me?"

They can hear the way Tara begins to hyperventilate, see her chest begin to pound, but she still manages to get out a "fuck you!" They love that about her, it's why they chose her. So much spirit. A real wildfire. They'll enjoy breaking her.

They release her, throwing her to the floor. She tries to get up, to crawl away towards the door, calling out for help, and Ghostface can't do anything but laugh at the pathetic sight. They kick her back down and straddle her hips. "Shhh shhh shhh, we wouldn't want anyone to interrupt us now, would we?" they coo at her, wrapping a hand around her mouth. Ghostface spots tears dripping over their gloved fingers, and it makes a rush flow through them. It's such a beautiful sight, they only wish they had a camera.

"I'm not going to kill you, Tara. I just wanted to introduce myself. See, I've been watching you for a long time. Longer than you might think, in fact, and I think you're finally ready to meet me. We've got a lot in common, you know."

The bitch bites down on their hand and they slam her head into the floor for it. "You'll clearly need a little training first, but we're going to do great things together."

"What the fuck are you on about?!" she yells, voice cracking.

"You'll see. But first, let's play a little game."

Ghostface draws the knife across her side, blood beginning to pool on the wooden flooring. "It's called Can Tara Keep Her Mouth Shut. I hope you're good at it, because you won't like what happens when you lose."

"Oh yeah, and what happens if I don't?" She attempts to sound confident, but her voice shakes. They'll teach her to lie better.

"Well, I'll kill whoever you tell, of course. I must confess, I hope you don't believe me. I'm so hungry, you see. It's been so long."

Ghostface sits up on their knees and flips the girl over, taking her by surprise once again. Now face to face, they can finally see her tear-stained face, see the fear in her eyes, the spark of defiance. It's delicious. They hold the knife to her throat, digging it in until it leaves a small cut in her skin. They grab at her scarred hand, thumb tracing the scar on her palm.

In a flash they lift the knife from her neck and drag it up her palm, digging into the scar, tearing it away. Ghostface relishes the way she screams, the way she tries to stop them, grabbing at their wrists.

They let her go, standing up. "Are you going to test me, Tara?" They walk backwards to the door, savouring the way she curls into herself on the floor. "You best clean yourself up quick dear, Sam is due home soon, isn't she?"

The girl's head snaps up at the sound of her sister's name. "Don't you fucking touch her," she snaps, getting to her knees despite the pain and her blood-slick hands.

"Well I won't need to, will I. It's not like she's going to find out about any of this, is she?"

She stands silently staring at them, and Ghostface knows she's gotten their message. "Until next time, my dear. I'll be watching."

#/mp #ask box #Scream #Tara Carpenter #AU: exit pursued by a ghost #my writing tag

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paarthurnax59 · 1 year

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"Never to Be" Part 2

images are not mine (Also,I know I suck at this, so bare with me)

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Reader(unrequited), Reader X ???

Summary: Dean left you for Lisa and Ben after Sam fell into the pit, told you to never contact him again, among other cruel remarks on his part. Years later you moved on, starting your own life and finally meeting a man who truly loves and cares for you. What happens when your past comes back to invade your present and tries to jeopardize your future.

warnings: fluff, angst, meeting a cute stranger, rude customer. a little boring.😅

2012, April 2nd… Two years later

“Hey, order up!” One of the cooks of the café you worked called and you came rolling to grab the food and thanked him. With grace and speed, you dashed to your table with the cute couple were sitting at.

“Here you go! One New York melt patty and a Philly cheesesteak with onion rings!” You chirped as you placed the food on the table. The couple thanked you for bringing their order and walked back behind the counter. Soon, your coworker and roommate comes back from her table that had just left and placed her tips back into her apron pocket. “Hey, Babes! How was your last table?”

“The jerk kept on flirting with me in front of his wife, but he gave me a good tip as least.” She said as she patted her side where she kept all of her tips.

“At least there’s that.” You shrugged off as you looked over you notebook. Your roommate, katie, turn to leave and hop out of the kitchen.

It had been almost two years since Dean made you leave Kansas and head for the east coast. You kept on going until you got to the largest city in America.

New York City.

When you first set foot in this viscous concrete jungle, you had not idea about what you were going to do. You took on a few hunts here or there, hoping it would make you feel a little better. Unfortunately, without money, you had to resort to sleeping outside of what is now yours and Katie’s apartment building. She found you on the side of the road freezing to death in the middle of winter and offered you to staying her apartment. She then later told you about a job opening at the Big Apple Café you both now work at now. She said you could pay rent and work together.

That was around eighteen months ago, now you were starting course sat the community college to start a career in nursing. While you may not be much of a hunter now adays, you kept going to the gun range on your days off and shoot to keep your gun skills in check. Not to mention staying in shape and keeping your hand-to-hand combat skills at a high level. There was no way you were going to be a defenseless with what you know what’s out there. To protect you and Katie from monsters, you placed protection charms around the apartment with invisible paint. Despite Dean Winchester cutting all ties with you, the monsters would still know who you are. Taking precautions seemed like a safe bet and Katie would be less likely to ask questions.

As you looked through your notes, another waitress comes in the kitchen. You turned to the red- headed woman as she looked at you.

“(Name), you have a new table. He’s outside at table 12, and just so you know…He’s a real looker.” she cooed teasingly at you and rubbed your shoulder as you shrugged her off while rolling your eyes.

“Alright, I’ll be out there.” You replied as you walk past her and out to the front of the café and looked to find a man with sandy blonde hair with a brown leather jacket. I looked like the man was looking down at the table. He then suddenly looked up and then back down again. Feeling curious, you walked up behind and then took a peek at what the man was doing. He was drawing from a view perspective picture of the building, and it was good. Whoever this man was, he had some real talent. Wanting to introduce yourself, you cleared your throat and then the man looked up at you.

“Hi, sorry to disturb you, sir. I know you must be busy.” You said in a sweet and gentle voice as he looked up at you.

“No, it’s okay. I was bored and wanted to do some sketching, doll. I didn’t mean to be so spaced out.” He said in a deep, smooth voice that would make any girl’s knees shake. When your coworker told you the new customer was a looker, she was most certainly not egging on. This man was gorgeous beyond belief. Clear, fair skin that would make a supermodel sneer in envy. baby blue eyes that light a like a light house. Soft, thick blonde hair that was slicked back in an old-fashioned style that he seemed way too young for. Broad shoulders that was being hidden underneath his leather jacket. There was also that smile. That gorgeous pearly white smile that was hidden behind pink plump lips. And the way he called you doll was just icing on top of the cake. If all angels had a natural human form, this adonis would be it. You stood there in silence for almost a minute when the said man lifted his hand and patted you on the shoulder, trying to get you attention. “Miss, are you okay?” He asked you again with a soft voice, making you shut out of your trance.

“Yes, I’m fine. I was just looking at your drawings, they’re very good.” You said trying not to sound awkward and that weren’t gawking at him like some prepubescent girl in high school. Never in your life you had felt so embarrassed.

“Oh thanks. They are just doodles. I was just passing time and needed some fresh air, you know. Drawing and painting had been one the best things for me to just express myself.” He admitted with boyish charm that made your knees want to give out just hearing him speak.

‘Oh, God! (Name)! keep your head together! He’s not that cute! Remember the last time you fell for a man like this? He broke your heart in two and forced you to leave everything you knew behind! You will not do this to yourself again, so be professional!’

It’s true. After Dean had abandoned you, never had you looked at another man. Hence forward, you had backed off from dating anyone with the fear of your heart breaking again. You never realized how much influence Dean’s words and actions had you after coming to New York and starting a new life. Multiple men had given you not only large tips but also their phone numbers as well. Katie, being the pushy but caring friend that she is, tried to get you to go out with a few of the guys that had given you their numbers. Unfortunately, she was not super successful at trying to get you to go out with anyone. You heart was still hurting, and you believed it would forever remain that way.

“Yeah, I hear ya. I do a little drawing myself sometimes, but there not that good.” You said thinking back to the times that you kept a sketch diary and Sam had made compliments on how good of an artist you were. You remember as a child you used to make drawings for everyone. Your parents, Sam, Castiel, Bobby, Rufus, Jo and even John, Dean and Sam’s father. You drew him a picture of the Impala one time and was very impressed on how you talented you were. After he died, you found out he kept it in his journal. You ounce made one for Dean, a very special one of him and the rest of his family from a photo he had from when he was four years old. At first, you thought Dean would be happy about it, but instead he was livid at you for touching his stuff and took the drawing and crumbled it all up in front of you. You cried the whole night in your room and never told anyone what had happened. After that, you never draw anything for him again.

“Well, I beg to differ, doll. Sometimes I don’t think my drawings are that good, but people still like them anyway.” The blonde-haired man said and stuck his hand out to you. “Names Steve Rogers, doll face.” He greeted and you took his large hand into yours and shook it.

“(Full name), it’s nice to meet you.” You as you let go of the man’s hand and he smiled showing off his perfect smile.

“(Name), what a pretty name.” He said before a man called to you from behind.

“Hey, toots! Stop flirting with pretty boy there, get me some more coffee!” the customer in the Yankee ball cap yelled rudely to you, making your face turn a bright red out of embarrassment. Steve, feeling annoyed by the man behind you, turned his baby blue eyes to him.

“Is that how you talk to a lady, pal? If you wanted her attention, you could at least ask politely and wait for her to serve you. I don’t know how they do things in the twenty-first century, but back where I am from, we have something called manners. Don't speak to her unless you are ready to show some respect and ask nicely, Am I clear?” He sternly spoke as he looked at the man directly in the eye and he immediately turned away from the both of you with fear in his eyes as Steve staired down at him.

“Thank you for that.” Acknowledging the handsome man’s actions as you looked back him.

“No problem, honey. Do you get that often?” Steve asked you with raised eyebrow to you with a caring look on his perfect face. As you look down, your head nod with a frown.

“Yeah, but I mean it’s New York. People are just looking to stomp on you whenever they get the chance. This town isn’t known for it to being the most friendly or polite.” You said as you fiddled with your notebook. “Besides, I have been through worse. I can handle it.” Steve’s caring stare became more distressed by what you had admitted to him. His face read that he wanted to know about what you had gone through. The blonde-haired man sighed and nodded without saying anything else. “So, is there anything that I can get for you?”

“Oh! Umm…what would you recommend?” He asked realized that he was so emersed in your conversation that he almost lost his appetite. You thought for a moment of what he would like and decided on what to recommend for lunch.

“The Brooklyn burger is good. One of our most popular things on the menu.” You suggested to Steve and he nodded with a smile.

“Brooklyn Burger it is then. Can I get a beer with that as well?” He asked and you nodded and walked away to get his order started. When you got into the kitchen to get Steve’s lunch order ready, Katie ran to you in a franctic state as she grabbed your arms.

“(Name)! I can’t believe how lucky you are! I’m so jealous that you got to have him at your table!” She shouted excitedly shaking you in a crazy fashion.

“Who? Steve? The guy that was outside?” You asked feeling confused as you looked out the kitchen doors. Katie scoffed while she rolled her eyes and pulled out one for her textbooks from school and opened a page from the World War 11 era. She pointed at the Photo of Captain America and examined the photo of him without his mask closely and your eyes grew wide astonishment. The resemblance was That was him, Steve Rogers the man that you were talking to just now. You were just serving Captain America and you had no idea. Stepping back, you were shocked and amazed a the fact that he was alive this whole time.

“How is he here now? I thought he died back in 1944 when he crashed that plane into the ice?!” You exclaimed with frantic excitement.

“S.H.E.I.L.D apparently found the plane he was in and found him alive frozen in time in the Artic. They found him almost a year ago. As it turned it out, the serum he was given had kept him alive in that ice. How crazy is that?!” She questioned and you continued to stare at the picture of Steve in her textbook, mauling over the information she had given you.

“Yeah, crazy.” You muttered as you placed your hands on the page with Steve’s face on it and stroked the picture. Never in your wildest dreams you have ever meet Captain America.

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The Stark Legacy (30)

Tony Stark's Daughter (OC) x Bucky Barnes epic slow burn

Furnace, part of Book III: Power (see previous or series)

Summary: When Tony tries to put Cloak in danger, Lil'Sam steps in, giving her father more to worry about. Later, Samantha realizes she's developed a crush on someone she shouldn't--her friend, Bucky.

Warnings for budding romantic attraction and feelings of insecurity. Mild language. Rated Teen/15+ ONLY. WC 4.2k

CHAPTER THIRTY—August-September 2039

Sam rubbed her eyes furiously. When she slept, she dreamt of staring at even more screens. It was hard to know when she really was awake and working.

Bruce usually blurted out the next question on his lengthy list for Sam to work out an answer to while he continued down the line. Today focused entirely on a problem the team had toyed with for months, but she didn’t know why it was so urgent now. No one told her what was going on…not on purpose, at least, and after months of pushing to be heard and included, to no avail, Sam’s mental investment whittled down to the size of pea. That tiny lump still kept her from sleeping well anyway.

Sam yawned while Banner mumbled something under his breath before turning to her.

“I’m sending you a mock up for a containment casing. Run diagnostics for allowing sensory control of the Space Stone, will you?”

“No prob, Bob,” Sam said flatly, nearly cross-eyed from fatigue. She adjusted a few parameters in the model before getting up to stretch. “‘Bout time for a pick-me-up, I think.”

She didn’t get the chance to leave the lab.

An alert sounded on Bruce’s console, prompting the doctor to heatedly warn someone over comms that “we aren’t ready yet.” Whoever it was didn’t listen, and after removing his glasses, Banner’s frustrated pinch of the bridge of his nose told her it was her father. By now Sam recognized this as the universal symbol for: No, Tony, please don’t. Bruce pinched his nose often.

Tony burst through the double doors, ordering the men who followed him to clear the center of the room. “The idea is to not blow up the room, but no promises,” he shrugged. He pointed to several tables. “Goes, goes, be careful with that one—”

“It’s untested, Tony.” Bruce stood, shooing a lackey away from snatching the stool he sat on.

Tony stayed facing the door. “Doesn’t matter. Time’s up and we need to see what we are up against.”

“What’s happening?” Sam’s station was pulled over to a far corner. Unsurprisingly, Tony didn’t answer her.

Tyrone walked in, wearing one of the minimal space suits used for travel to the orbiting station. Tony clapped him on the shoulder.

“Good—” Tony held on to the helmet while Ty adjusted a glove “—they’ll be in with it shortly.”

Bruce stepped forward. “If the signal just went off that a ship is outside of the solar system, we have enough time to practice this.”

“Not really,” Tony snapped, “if that’s the main ship of Annihilus, we need to know right now and keep it from getting to Earth. If it’s a scout ship, we need to keep the fleet from getting bigger.”

Sam tried to get close to Ty. “You’re teleporting to space? Have you ever done that before?”

Ty’s dark eyes lowered to fiddle with a clasp.

Tandy raced in, bright red in fury. “Like hell you’re going, Ty.”

Sam turned to Dee. “Have you ever given him enough energy for that?”

“They don’t want me to do it,” Dee choked back, “they want him to use that thing.”

A man and woman carried in a heavily armored trunk. Sam knew what lay inside.

She gripped Ty’s arm. “You can’t touch that thing,” she warned. “Even without direct contact, the radiation exchange damages homosapien tissue, particularly blood vessels.” She turned to her father. “He can’t touch that, Tony.”

“Kid, this is not a negotiation. Cloak here is an Avenger in all but name—that’s next month, right?—so he knows the risk.”

“You can’t expose him to that without testing it,” Sam insisted.

“Sit back down, or leave,” Tony spat back. “This has nothing to do with you.”

Ty interrupted. “Actually, sir, so far I’ve only used Lightforce from Dee—Dagger…sir.”

“I’ve heard you like cereal, too,” Tony added, spinning a finger to speed up the pace of the two charged with the heavy trunk.

“—and he won’t just have a radiation burn from the damn stone. He could die.” Tandy stepped between Tyrone and Tony for good measure. One good grip of Tony without his armor and Dee could have him on his ass.

“Well, I hope not,” Tony said calmly, “but he’s a big boy. Energy is energy, and he’s gonna need a boatload. Move, Black Swan.”

The agents finished the security protocols, opening the trunk to reveal a glorious flash of blue light. Tucked in lead lining sat the Space Stone, a raw ingot of power from the Big Bang itself.

Sam rounded on Tony once again. “You want the info so bad, get it yourself. But Ty isn’t doing random interstellar teleport without practice.”

Tony looked at Tyrone, reaching around Dee to hand the helmet over. “He’s got the coordinates where the ship pinged.”

“Sam, you said it yourself,” Bruce added, “if an apparatus can aid in controlling the energy—”

“We aren’t even sure it’s the right type of energy,” Sam screamed, her anger rising in time with Tandy’s.

Ty coughed for attention. “I want to help, but that distance is going to take a lot out of me. I’m not gonna drain Dee to—”

“No,” Sam and Dee screeched in unison. Fists white with rage as she glared at Tony Stark, Tandy concentrated her power towards her fingers, but before the girl could spray the room with daggers, Sam grabbed her arm, syphoning the Lightforce into herself.

The light rippled and magnified beneath her skin until a hum was audible across the whole room. “You want your recon so bad,” Sam asked, “you got it.”

Sam smacked her hand down across Tyrone’s forearm, and the two disappeared in an eerie cloud of inky thick fog.

One-hundred and four seconds later, the pair reappeared in the midst of an explosion of yelling between Tony, Bruce, and Tandy. Sam’s frozen body clanked onto the floor. Ty detached his helmet, mid-apology.

“I didn’t know she was doing it,” he murmured, shaking.

As Tony stood, terror blocking any movement he made, Bruce flung himself forward to check Samantha. Tandy moved Ty away to comfort him, watching the rest intently.

Frostbite receded as the pink returned to Sam’s skin, and in a lengthy, frightful gasp that howled through the room, she started to breath again.

Hoarse still, Sam sat up to look at Ty. “You saw it, right?”

“Yeah,” Ty breathed, “I saw them.”

“Nevermind, I fixed it now,” Sam burst at Tony while rushing away.

He followed, pissed. “Oh, you fixed it? And we’re supposed to take your teenage word for it?” The reverberation in the open Wakandan halls echoed their angry words.

Sam spun around. “Then don’t take my word for it. Take all that oh-so-precious Earth-saving time to check my math. You can help me with my homework.” He felt spit hit his neck Sam was so close. “I’d be so grateful!” She mocked him with a bow.

“You don’t think I’m doing all this for you, so you can be safe here? Pay attention, Sam, I’m afraid of what being around me would do to you.” Tony grabbed her arm, clutching the delicate connection with his daughter. “People hunt me down. They torture. They kidnap. They kill.”

“You’re hurting me.”

“I just want you to—” He heard it again. The snap. The bone under his hand collapsed, making the same hollow sound as Thanos’s fingers on Titan.

Sam’s face sank faster than her body. Her sunken cheeks, the deep grey under her flat brown eyes, the almost plastic gloss of her skin. The sickly face of his daughter morphed with a devious grin. The short hair darkened and pulled back from her face, revealing a sharp peak and crazed eyes. The nose pointed above an equally sharp goatee, and there beneath Tony, arm in his hand, kneeled Lemuel Dorcas.

The grin parted. “How’s our girl doing?”

Tony punched the sweat-soaked sheet off in the dark. Another nightmare. One of hundreds to plaque his life. At least this time Sam didn’t become Pepper, he thought. He could never shake Pepper crying while her arm hung mangled, but nowadays Dorcas crept into these dreams more frequently. He knew it wasn’t real.

The evil doctor’s lingering question echoed in Tony’s mind. Our girl. Who was Sam now? Who did she belong to?

She’d laid cold and unmoving on the lab floor, all to prove him reckless and hotheaded.

Four ships.

Not a scout, the start of a gathering. They were scanning the system. Tony’s longshot chance was to keep Satellite Station cloaking how advanced their planet was and hope the ships passed them by. Earth needed to go dark immediately.

Tony would never tell her, but Sam may actually have saved them by stopping the use of the stone; that was the exact energy signature they needed to avoid Annihilus detecting. For the first time since the Stone War, he was grateful Vision had never been restored to use the Mind Stone. Perhaps that was the only good thing to come out of its destruction in the facility explosion that killed his wife.

He could use more recon on how the ships were scanning and how much they already knew about Earth. However, after the stunt she pulled, Sam wasn’t allowed near Ty, and even if Ty teleported out there again, how long would it take to find answers? Could they even understand what he’d find?

Four hours of sleep, Tony thought, good enough. He dressed and left for the lab.

Your brain goes to strange places when you’re bored. Sam’s fresh appreciation for life without direction framed the sentiment in gaudy, bright gold in her mind. You’re so far down the rabbit hole…

She’d been banned from her “job” since teleporting. Unable to see Tandy and Tyrone while they took on further Avengers’ duties, Sam lived without interaction most days, lonelier than her basement in Wakanda. She was allowed no tech devices either, seeing as she her proficiency was known and highly suspect by Bruce and Tony.

Bucky suggested keeping a journal. He explained over another homemade lunch that he used to keep notebooks while hiding in Romania. “Helps collect my thoughts, practice what I want to say. Sometimes, when I write out my version of what happened in a confusing situation, I can see it from a different perspective,” he’d explained over tomato soup. Sam had offered her grilled cheese sandwich expertise to compliment the meal. Bucky had even let her use her hands to cook them, though she knew he thought it a little unsanitary.

In her lengthy entries in Composition books, Sam wrote directly to Missy, as if her long gone friend could respond to the new dramas of life with Tony Stark. After a while, her thoughts answered her in Missy’s monotone: flat yet sarcastic, and somehow loving, too.

Nothing distracted her from overthinking one very particular thing Sam noticed: Bucky was always around. Not everyday because he’s got shit to do. He went out of his way to get her out of her room. If Wilson were here, he would too, so would Dee and Ty. When Bucky said goodnight, he hugged her tighter than necessary. Didn’t he?

It wasn’t meant to be anything more than comforting. Right? Couldn’t be.

Sam ate like an animal and bowled like an old woman. She’d yelled at him, and she made him angry enough to yell at her. So…Can I be trusted to think this out logically? I’ve died twice this year so far.

He’d woken up to stop her and Tony from fighting…after Big Sam saw them in the atrium. Because he protects people. That’s the job. He protects everyone in the building, everyone in the world. That’s it. Bucky simply saved the day, again…and then kissed my head and smelled my hair…

You think, you don’t know that.

He taught her to cook, multiple meals now. He bowled with her. Like a date, but definitely not a date. He…

Does he smile more? Sam swore Bucky smiled more, but he’d been on other dates. He could like one of them.

But he touched her shoulder or arm when asking what she was up to or how her day was going. He wanted to talk to her. That’s stupid. He did that before, even on the ship to Wakanda, even at the wedding; I’m only noticing now that I’m bored.

And you smelled him first.

Sam sighed. Bucky’s scent was a mix of warm linen, citrus soap, and musk…paired with her daddy-issue tears smudged onto his pectoral. Sam acknowledged that was a little perverted, especially since that olfactory memory eclipsed any part of the accompanying arguments she had with Tony, a relationship that drained her entirely.

Her emptiness refilled with a wholly different feeling, an antsy excitement, an uncertainty, a deep shame. That’s not normal. Right? He’s simply a good hugger. Oh my god, just shut up!

Her brain warred with her now, as it did everyday recently. Nights were the worst. Sam could keep it together when Tony called her Sass. She could block out some of it while working but pushed aside with no other distraction…

How does anyone get anything done? Hormones are stupid.

You’re better than this. Buck up—

GODDAMMIT.

Her discomfort radiated to every cell. Sam wished to scream the tightness in her throat loose, blow apart the pressure crushing her chest with an inferno. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

Sam couldn’t do it. She avoided the root of the feeling for weeks. She had a relationship with her father, albeit rocky, one of the only things she had ever truly wanted, but Tony alone wasn’t enough. Dee and Ty weren’t enough.

The guilt of wanting this, however, him in particular, it threatened to suffocate her soul for a greedy child.

Yet still, each little thought haunted her. Bucky Barnes haunted her.

Tonight in particular, her room became a stifling prison. In the open air of the grounds, in the dark, the rolling chirp of insects harped a symphony of company. At least this was a cool, breezy prison. She was still alone though, and the heat turned over and over in her gut, growing.

The steely blue halo surrounding the moon became an eye, and the dark, wispy shadows of clouds became long, soft hair. It’s not real. She could feel it between her fingers, and the heat grew. Stupid. The low bass of echoing water spoke to her gently, calling Sam from her screen-dreams to food down the hall, and the heat grew. Quit thinking. Her hand met the button of her jeans to push the blaze back, but then the cool metal slid over her fingers as a familiar military jacket.

You’ve got to be kidding.

Sam released her hand, almost crying out in frustration, instead letting a few tears fall in trade for silence.

No, she repeated. No, no, no, no. He’s not yours to want. He’s never going to be yours. Let it go now. Let this die now and move on. But how does something fed by absence, fed by nothing real or logical, die? Nothing encouraged this feeling except fantasy and hormones. Sam was smart enough to know that. Intelligence changed nothing. Intelligence killed no emotion, stifled no threatening bursts of flame. Control was a joke.

Before she could stop, the tears became soft sobs, broken by uncontrolled heaving breaths. The bugs were loud; the ringing in her ears was louder. The reverberation of warring forces inside her grew violent, the yellow hue under her skin guaranteeing an unhappy resolution. Raising her left arm in anticipation, Sam could feel something inside about to snap.

Arms wove around her chest and waist from behind, gripping her sides with a solid clutch. “I’ve got you. It’s ok,” a beloved voice sounded, “you’re alright.”

Without permission, her body melted and drained of fight. Where the hell did he come from?

Do you even care?

The void left by her sudden loss of heat was sickening. Sam’s tears flew out as the dam broke. The body so betraying her seemed to double down on its own vulnerability towards Bucky Barnes. Stupid.

Sam collapsed her weight against him, crying like a baby unable to speak.

“I’ve got you,” he repeated. Bucky slowly released her to sink to the soft grass and sat beside, face to face, his hand calmly resting on her leg.

Oh, great, watch me cry. Sam struggled to make herself quiet, but the delicious discomfort radiating across her leg slowed her progress to regain equilibrium. She was trying to smother freshly lit kindling.

“Here,” Bucky started, holding out a pair of earbuds, “I find music helps.”

Sam didn’t move. “Helps with what?”

“Sleeping,” he replied. “Nights have always been hard for me.”

Sam tried to swallow, hearing herself gulp to rid her throat of an immovable rock. She settled the headphones in without looking up.

Even with a slow, steady hum of gentle jazz, the lump remained and her tears fell. After a few bars, his hand left her thigh to wipe her cheek, and whether in relish or disbelief, Sam’s eyes closed to push the last salty drops loose. His thumb swept over her cheek one more time.

Sam felt tortured by his presence. She spat at herself internally.

That is a gross exaggeration. He actually was tortured for years, decades even, and you, little idiot girl, who hasn’t even lived for two decades, have no right.

She forced her eyes open, sniffing dramatically to move her head away. He returned to clasping his hands around his knees.

Sam braved a peek up. “Oh my god.” She raised her head entirely. “Where’s your hair?”

Bucky laughed, clean shaven and cropped. “I have that effect sometimes.” Sam kept staring. “Captain America needs to be PR ready for November. Nat’s orders.”

The ceremony was set to induct Cloak and Dagger, her best friends if she ever got to see them again, into the Avengers’ team proper. New blood. Fighters. They deserved the honor, but Sam hid her frustration. She was just as powerful, if untrained.

Whose fault is that?

Sam pulled out an earbud. Her mind went blank, staring. He was a whole different person. Sam had to take in all the new details. Pieces of his face she’d never seen in person before, the ghost of his military portraits from the 40s, like the old footage Sharon had showed her of their unit were brought to life in front of her. She fumbled for words.

“It’s not always…pain,” Sam finally admitted, eyes darting across his calm face then retreating to the shadowed tree line behind him.

Bucky nodded with a knowing look. His relaxed, pristine face made Sam more uncomfortable. He had no idea. He listened to her nonsense as if it were important, as if she was even intelligible in this blubbering state. She gulped again. Her mouth opened and closed like a gasping, stupid fish. She wiped her face with a shaky hand to break his gaze.

Oh yeah, you’re doing great. Really seductive.

With him sitting right beside her, everything overwhelmed her. The breeze became suffocating with the addition of his musk and a new element, aftershave. She just knew it was there; it was the same air that brushed across his face. The moon that so reminded her of his eyes shone down on them both, and those eyes could see it, too, could see her, too. His soft hair and rough hands were within reach, and Sam’s chest felt crunched between the 18-wheeler of her desire and the pavement of reality.

Bucky remained calm, oblivious, lazily rolling his eyes over the training field and Sam alike. He let the next song play. Sam thought he might be able to hear her pounding heart without his own cover of headphones. Instead, the intoxicating man with dark hair checked his small device and leaned back onto his own bent arms, stretching out like a feral cat beneath the moon.

She pushed the earbuds back. Sam’s arm twitched involuntarily, clenching against her shirt. You’re killing me here. What’s your next smooth line? ‘I like the way the moonlight hits your crotch?’ Oh, damn it, stop.

In her mind, she was crawling all over him in a dozen different ways, but then she caught the change in her breathing and slapped a hand violently against her mouth and nose, hard enough to feel a twinge against the nerve running to her eyes. Don’t break your own nose. He didn’t see, did he?

His face is less than four feet away. It’s safe to say he sees you.

Sam was totally unqualified to handle this. Lila had been too old to talk to her about boys. Laura had thrown in a few vague phrases about ‘the right time’ and ‘when you’re ready.’ Nat allowed herself a few crude jokes around Sam before she stopped calling or coming to visit, but not even a mild reference to sex during training. Annie had encouraged her to ‘have fun’ with Lucas because he was a ‘nice guy.’ Meanwhile, her best friend in the whole world was a computer program which could quote anatomically correct articles on the science of attraction and physical intimacy. Sam thought she might throw up just thinking about it. Tandy would know what to tell her if she were here.

You need to let this go. You need to let it die now and move on. The voice in her head was starting to sound like Missy, clinical and objective, unsympathetic.

Bucky had known her since she was a baby. His most vivid memory of her was probably still a four year old screaming at him, calling him a monster while he tried to help her.

Ungrateful, spoiled brat. That’s all you are to him. End of story. Sam had to tip her hat to the voice of Missy; she sure knew how to quash an argument. The diminishing cracks were soothing in this instance, distracting.

Sam snapped to alert when a hand broke her dead stare at her own crossed arms. Bucky looked down at her with an outstretched arm, waiting. She plucked out an earbud.

“You ready for bed?”

The hell?

Bucky half-retracted his arm, seeing her shocked face. “You don’t have to,” he corrected, “if you don’t want to.”

Oh, god, shut up! Trying to suppress a firework show under her skin,Sam repeated her imitation of a fish out of water.

“Keep the music if you want,” he added, holding out the control.

That’s not exactly what she wanted, but Sam supposed that was the less awkward of her options. Before she answered, Bucky glanced the song detail on the tiny screen of his player, taking the earbud Sam removed and putting it in his own ear with a smile.

“This is a good one,” he said, grabbing her hand to pull her off the cool ground. “You’ll like this one.” Without warning, playful Bucky pulled her close as if to dance.

His smell assaulted her, muting all thought. The linen and soap wrapped in something sweet she couldn’t place. He was right though; the smooth instrumentals were like a lullaby with the soft swaying movement in his arms.

Words sprang to life mid-song.

“I can’t believe that you’re not here with me, to have a laugh or share a tea with me…”

Sam let herself breath deeply. He smelled like grass, that was the new sweet note. She kept her face away from his chest, but he’d taken one of her hands in his, Bucky’s right hand against her waist. It was a terrible test she was bound to fail.

Her brain gave up, and the music filled her head.

“To never look into those eyes again, the sun might just as well not rise again…”

Sam looked up as the song rang out in one ear, and a falling star caught her eye. She almost thought about how romantic this all was until the fiery streak continued to approach.

The spot grew, headed straight for the compound. What the hell is that? More alarming still: it turned in the air above the trees to aim at her and Bucky on the lawn.

“Get behind me, Buck.” Sam pushed past him, stirring what she could in her arm, forcing the pressure of her anxiety forward. Fireworks might be necessary.

A silver suit landed twenty meters away. Tony? It looks too small—

Bucky tried to grab Sam’s shoulders to pull her out of the way. “Who are you? Why are you here?” He stepped to the side, a palm on Sam’s stomach, holding her back.

The surface of the humanoid suit rippled into a mimicked body and a face.

Sam’s face.

“I’m finally able to return to you,” it intoned.

Holy shit, Sam froze. “Missy?”

[Chapter 31: Miss]

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The Gym Experience

Lena has never had an abundance of friends, she just doesn��t know how to interact with people most of the time, so when a friend asks her for a favour she has a hard time saying no.

This leads us to here: National City Gym. It may just be hell on Earth, at least according to Lena and her wheezing. Kelly asked her to come with her since she wants to start getting into better shape and wanted someone to come with her to ease her anxiety, so Lena agreed just because the hopeful look in Kelly’s eyes was too much for her lonely heart to take.

Less than a week after that fateful conversation Lena has found herself actually having to follow through with her promise, something she had been hoping to discreetly back out of before actually following through.

At least she looks sexy in workout gear with her hair slicked back into a standard ponytail, if she’s going to die today, at least she’ll do it looking good.

She’s been on a treadmill for a whole ten minutes, that’s a record for her, and she is even jogging instead of walking. It’s a real life miracle. Lena gasps as she her best to force some air into her lungs while Kelly does the same on the treadmill beside hers.

“This might be the worst thing I’ve ever done in my life.” Kelly steps off her treadmill and brings her hands to her knees, thoroughly out of breath and obviously struggling. “I’m just glad you’re here too, you know that misery loves company.”

“I’m suddenly rethinking a lot of my life choices.” Lena shoves her away from her jokingly as she steps off her own treadmill. “What do you want to do next? Other than go home and eat chips, that is.”

Kelly chuckles at her friend being ever the pessimist. “Come on, we’ve got some dumbbells calling our names.”

Lena groans as Kelly walks ahead, leading the way. “How much longer before we can give up and never come back here again?”

“I’m suddenly regretting asking you to join me instead of Sam, I’d hoped that you would be the better influence, but I guess Sam would have been the better option after all.”

Lena fixes her with a glare and if looks would kill, Kelly would already be in the morgue. “Take that back, Olsen. I swear to every god in the damn universe that I will handcuff you to a treadmill and force you to run forever if you don’t take it back right this second.”

Kelly’s eyebrows raise high enough that they may as well join her hairline. “What the heck, Luthor? That’s a twisted threat and you know it, I’d be dead within twenty minutes.”

“The best threats are the most effective ones, now are you going to take it back?”

“Obviously not, now don’t be a psycho and lift some weights, you might sweat some of your negativity out if you do.”

“I don’t sweat.”

“Sure you don’t, sweet pea.” Kelly ignores her from then on, only reacting to Lena’s obvious anger with a tiny smirk from being able to get back at her for being a killjoy.

Lena keeps grumbling to herself as she grabs a pair of dumbbells for herself, not entirely sure on what she’s actually meant to do with them. She lifted them off the ground, surely that should be enough to get her jacked.

She sort of just half-heartedly brings them up in front of her, swinging them up to her chest then letting them drop back down to her sides again. She knows she isn’t doing it properly, but she really doesn’t want to have to get her phone out to google how to do it, that would be simply humiliating to do in the idle of a gym.

Her arms start to ache after a minute or two of this, along with her back. She’s definitely doing this wrong but she’s still holding up strong, trying to mimic Kelly’s much smoother movements. She must have done some research before they came here.

Just as Lena is about to give up and find out how she is actually meant to do it, she feels a light tap on her shoulder. She spins around quick, ready to bite the head off whoever just dared to touch her but when she sees the person all of her pent up rage dissipates rapidly.

Any ability Lena has to speak disappears the second she lays her eyes on the goddess of a woman standing in front of her, a timid smile resting on her pretty face.

“Hey, I’m really sorry to bother you. You just looked like you were struggling, and I noticed that your form was off, so I wanted to ask if you wanted any tips?”

Well if anyone is going to be able to help her, it’s this woman. She has muscles coming out of her muscles, her arms are especially impressive, but she has to say, her abs are a close second. Her legs would probably be in the running too if Lena could get a good look at them but if she does, she knows that she will end up doing inappropriate, so it’s for the best.

Her blonde hair is tied back in a similar fashion to her own, a bright scrunchie holding it in place. She also has black framed glasses sitting on her nose, making her look nerdy in a flatteringly adorable way.

Despite the size of her muscles, she isn’t massive though, she somehow looks like a bodybuilder and a skinny marathon runner all in one and it is so very unfair because Lena knows that no matter how long or hard she could train, she would never in a million years end up looking anywhere close to how Kara looks.

“I – Uh, thank you. I’d like that, I don’t really know what I’m doing.” Lena mumbles out, her brain stumbling over the words worse than her mouth is.

The woman beams at her, ecstatic that Lena is taking her up on her offer to help. “Awesome! I’m Kara by the way, now let me show you.”

Kara. The name fits her, it’s beautiful just like her and her lovely muscles. Ok, so Lena may be a little bit in love already but who can blame her, that girl has got an incredible body that Lena wouldn’t mind rubbing – nope, she’s not going there. She’s just going to let her explain and let her get back to her own workout, simple as that.

Kara grabs her own set of weights, considerably heavier that the ones that Lena had gotten for herself. She goes on to show Lena how to do the lift properly and explaining it as she goes along before asking Lena to show her so she can check that she understands.

If Lena purposely doesn’t tuck her elbows just to see if Kara will touch her again, that’s nobody’s business but her own. She does touch her again, just to let you know.

Lena is disappointed at how quickly the interaction is over, Kara heading back off to who knows where to play with some of the more intimidating machines that Lena is fully aware would likely injure her gravely if she so much as dared to think about using them.

She watches her go, her piercing green eyes fixated on that previously hidden but very lovely ass of the blonde then she refocuses on the weights in her hands, since she’s here, she may as well give it a go. She’s never been one to quit.

Just as she begins lifting them again, a cackle from her side cuts her off. “That was amazing! You were practically drooling all over the floor when she lifted those heavy weights, I’m surprised you didn’t ask her to lift you!”

The happy look that had overcome Lena’s face disappeared instantly. “And you just ruined my mood. It sucks for you really because that attractive woman was your only hope of ever getting me to come back here again. Now I guess you’ll have to come here and pick heavy things up alone. Sucks to be you.”

Kelly lifts her hands up in front of her in a stop signal. “Well, there’s no need to make any rash decisions now, is there?”

“There absolutely is and it’s all your fault.”

“What do you want from me?”

“I’ll take your apology in the form of an IOU.”

Kelly hates how quickly Lena can turn the tables on her. She supposes that’s how she got to where she is today, the CEO of one of the world’s most successful corporations. “Fine but let the record state that you’re being mean to me just because you were two seconds away from asking blondie to hold your tits for you because they were getting to heavy for you.”

“Sweet cheeks, you’re the one that was mean first by making me come here in the first place.” Lena smiles, dropping her dumbbells on the floor after finishing another set so she can grab a drink of her water. “And I can hold my own tits, thank you very much.”

As she passes behind Kelly she gives her a not so gentle pat on the behind, earning her another glare and an angry mumble that she pretends not to hear. “I should’ve brought Sam…or maybe Andrea.”

Lena decides that exercise isn’t too bad after all, not when she has a good view, namely Kara cross the gym doing squats. She is still counting down the time until she can stop because every muscle in her body aches, but she doesn’t mind it too much. She is like ninety percent sure that she won’t be coming back again so she may as well enjoy her time here while it lasts.

It takes another fifteen minutes for her to call it. “Kelly, I’m done. I’m going to go shower and I’ll wait for you in the locker room after. I think I might actually die if I do any more exercise today.”

“You’re such a drama queen, Lena. Whatever though, I’m just finishing up, so I won’t be far behind you.”

Lena makes her way out towards the showers, dying to get the lingering sweat off her body, making her feel kind of gross and worry that she is starting to smell because of it. Lena Luthor is many things, but she is not smelly.

She is really hoping that Kelly will hurry up so they can get out here as fast as humanly possible, the benches in the locker room don’t look comfortable at all so she will have to mildly threaten her to hurry her up when she comes and joins her through here or else she’ll end up with dead buttocks from sitting on the hard wood.

With nimble fingers, Lena slides the locker key into place, grabbing her gym bag for her towel and fresh clothes. She them proceeds to have the quickest shower of her life, not wanting to prolong her visit to what may just be the dankest shower cubicle she’s ever been in, she will have to ledge a complaint because she’s genuinely worried she might catch something from how grim it is in there.

Nobody expects to come out of a shower feeling filthier than when they went in but hey, Lena is experiencing a lot of things today that she never thought she would and the majority of them are negative so she may as well embrace it. Not physically though because once again, that’s grim.

Lena tidies everything away into her gym bag, bought a few years ago but only because she bought too many books from a bookstore, and she needed a massive bag to carry them all and there was a sports gear store right across from the bookstore.

Up until now it smelled of that incredible new book smell that she can’t get enough of and now it’s ruined, it just smells of gym lockers and sweat. Not only that but she can’t ever use it for books again because it will make them smell too. Kelly really owes her one…or five.

She changed out of her gym wear and into an oversized shirt and jeans, content to dress casually since she’ll just be grabbing a quick bite to eat with Kelly before heading home for the day to forget all about ever coming here in the first place.

With a sigh she drops herself down onto the aforementioned wooden bench, resigning herself to the butt cramp she is sure to get and fishing her phone out of her bag so she can check her emails. Nothing goes better with horrible aching muscles than horrible work emails where the board are demanding more pointless meetings.

There is a brief moment where she considers replying to the emails, but they make her life hell, she can let them wait an extra day, they don’t get her time and effort on her only day off she is taking in three weeks.

The only good part of her visit here is her brief run in with the hottest woman she’s ever met, she really doesn’t understand how a person can be simultaneously so hunky and adorable. There was a definite spark when she had touched Lena’s arm to fix her form too, and if that’s what she gets from an arm touch, she can’t imagine what she would feel if that touch was somewhere else.

Her thoughts are interrupted by a newly familiar voice. “Is someone using the shower?”

Lena’s head whips around to look over her shoulder at Kara, once again take aback by her beauty and lost for words until she realises that Kara is looking back at her, amused and waiting for an answer.

“I – uh…No. No one.” Lena stutters out, mentally slapping herself for losing her edge, usually she would be flirting her heart out but one look at a cute blonde with incredible abs and she’s mush.

“Ok, thanks!” Kara smiles, her hand pushing her glasses up her nose a little.

She looks like she is about to say something else but doesn’t get the chance because there is another woman walking past with short red hair who throws a balled up sock at her and yells. “Hurry the fuck up, Kara!”

With a brief press of her lips together into a tight smile, Kara raises her hand in a silent wave and heads into the cubicle she recently departed. She’ll cry if Kara thinks the dirt in there came from her, that would hurt more than her muscles currently do. She doubts that she will be able to sit right in her office chair tomorrow and she barely did anything, only a jog, some bicep curls and a couple of squats. She really is out of shape.

The shower turns on not long after Kara enters, making her very aware of Kara’s state of undress just a few metres away from her. She has to mentally scold herself for being such a perve, if she wants to think about licking those delicious abs, she needs to do it in the privacy of her own home, not in public.

She physically shakes her head as if to shake the dirty thoughts away and stands, set to search for her wayward friend that has left her here to fester in this locker room.

Kelly isn’t hard to find, her giggles can be hear from a mile away as she’s talking with the red head that was telling Kara to hurry up earlier. They are chatting about who knows what but from the way Kelly is smiling at her and batting her eyelashes, she’s definitely flirting.

Oh no, if she’s suffering then Kelly has to suffer too. She said it herself earlier, misery loves company. “Hey, Kelly. Where did you get to? Are you ready to get going?”

She receives a sharp glare from the corner of Kelly’s eyes and an eyebrow raise that says, ‘really? You’re doing this right now?’

“I have to get changed but I shouldn’t be long.”

“Don’t blame her, it’s my fault. I was distracting her.” The other woman chimes in, a shy smile thrown in Kelly’s direction.

Lena nods politely but doesn’t say anything else, just looks expectantly at her friend, hoping she will get the hint and guess what, she doesn’t.

“I actually invited Alex and Kara to join us for lunch, that’s alright isn’t it?”

Lena fights through the gay panic to answer in a timely manner and to slap a courteous smile on her face. “Of course, the more the merrier.”

“Awesome, I’ll go get ready too, I won’t be long.” Alex smiles, her eyes lingering on Kelly for a few more seconds before she goes.

Great, so not only will she have to try and hold it together in front of Kara for at least another hour, but now she’s going to have to put up with Kelly making heart eyes at Alex too. She can see when Kelly likes someone, and it is painfully obvious, but she knows that her friend has been lonely recently and has been wanting to meet someone new so a little tiny art of her is happy for her, even if she annoys her to high heavens.

Once again she is left alone to her thoughts, stuck waiting for Kelly so she can continue on with her day for getting sucked into situations she normally wouldn’t choose to be in. Lena lets her head gently flop back and hit the locker behind her as she whispers to herself, “what has a girl got to do to sit alone at home with a good book?”

“I hear that.”

The voice takes her by surprise again, making her jump and hit her elbow on the locker. By instinct she brings it up to her chest, cradling it. “Ow, fuck!”

Lena’s not sure what hurts more, the pain in her elbow or the lack of visible muscles now that Kara has put a shirt on.

“I’m so sorry, let me see! Are you alright? I didn’t mean to startle you, I promise.” Kara gasps, taking Lena’s arm in her hand, turning it with a delicate hand to see if there is any visible damage.

It’s happening again. It’s happening. She’s touching her again and her brain is broken. “I – Yes. I’m fine, I’ll probably just have a bruise tomorrow, that’s all. Don’t worry about it.”

“Well, I’m still sorry. My sister always says that I’m like a ninja, too quiet until I’m up close.” Kara giggles and it’s the cutest thing ever, Lena just wants to squeeze her pink dusted cheeks between her fingers and kiss every inch of her face.

Woah, woah. She needs to slow down. This is a stranger. Well, not for long, Kelly has apparently set them up for lunch and if she’s lucky, it will turn into a double date.

“Well, if you really want to make it up to me, I think Kelly and Alex are crushing on each other so we’re all going out for lunch, you could always get me an apology drink.”

“I could, couldn’t I?”

“It would be the most practical thing to do.” Lena nods decisively, trying to bring back her usual Luthor charm and get rid of this awkward bumbling mess she’s become.

Kara nods, a grin sweeping across her face and her dazzling blue eyes sparkling at her. “I agree.”

Kelly and Alex join them, their own bags slung over their shoulders. “We’re all set to go if you guys are?” Alex asks, her hand brushing Kelly’s own, making her long to feel the redhead’s fingers sliding between her own.

Kara answers for them. “Yep, we’re ready.”

They take separate cars to lunch, mutually deciding on going to a local place they all know and like: Noonan’s.

It’s a mutual decision to grab an outdoor table, Kara leading the decision because she gets so excited about being able to sit out in the sun. Lena can tell she must do it a lot if her sun kissed skin is any clue. It’s just another thing she can add to her list on why she is so attractive.

“So, you guys are new to the gym?” Kara asks, sipping on her strawberry milkshake while everyone else settled for coffee.

Lena replies, Kelly and Alex already caught up in their own conversation and ignoring them both. “That easy to tell, huh?”

This time, Lena makes Kara stutter, boosting her confidence and making her feel like her old self again. Maybe she can blame the atmosphere of the gym for her lack of social abilities earlier. “Well – I…um, a little, but mostly because I go a lot and didn’t recognise you.”

Lena chuckles at her light-heartedly. “Relax, I’m just teasing. I was in over my head and had no clue what I was doing in there, thanks for rescuing me by the way, I was halfway to breaking every bone in my body.”

Kara breathes out a quiet sigh of relief, overjoyed that she hasn’t upset the pretty brunette she’s found herself out with. “I never actually caught your name before.”

“Really?”

“Nope.”

“Cool.”

Kara stares at her, dumfounded. Is this woman for real? Her smirk says that she’s messing with her but the kindness swimming in her eyes says she doesn’t have the capabilities of being cruel so she’s at a loss. “Are you going to tell me your name?”

“I might do.”

They are broken out of their bubble by a napkin hitting Lena in the face thanks to Kelly. “Ok, that’s enough of…whatever that was. Her name is Lena, and we want to order food so come on, pick up your menus and make a decision.”

Upon hearing Kelly get all demanding, Alex pretty much melts into a puddle in her chair, already looking completely smitten. It’s disgusting to watch, they’re totally going to bone later.

Lena doesn’t know if she wants to hit Kelly or thank her. She’s been really, super-duper, extra annoying today but has also gotten them a lovely meal with two top tier women that both seem to be into them respectively. She’ll take it as a win but if Kelly is expecting a thank you she can go pleasure herself…or get Alex to do it for her.

Kara is quick to engage her back into conversation after they place their orders, Kara shocking her with how many extra sides she adds onto her meal, while Alex and Kelly go back to their own conversations.

Lena makes the mistake of mentioning how she is likely to make her gym session a one time thing and because Kara gives her a pretty smile, she lets herself get talked into going back and letting Kara show her the ropes to see if she’ll grow to like it more.

There was a brief period where she tried to say no, using the excuse of not wanting to mess up her buddy system with her sister but Kelly is quick to offer to buddy up with Alex instead, of-fucking-course.

She’s going to hate every second, she can already tell. Damn her inability to say no to adorable beefcakes. At least she’ll get to see Kara’s muscles again and if it leads to something more, well she’s heard that you can get plenty of exercise in the bedroom.

This is based on a twitter prompt and art, click here to view on twitter.

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