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luci-in-trenchcoats · 4 years

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Home Bound (Part 2)

Summary: With some help from Samson, Dean makes it back to the bunker and starts to process everything that’s happened...

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Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 2,700ish

Warnings: language, angst, injury, mention of character death, mourning, supernatural events

A/N: Written entirely in Dean’s POV. Enjoy!

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“Morning,” said Sam as I groggily sat up. He was cooking in the kitchen, humming a happy tune to himself.

“God, it’s barely seven in the morning,” I said, rubbing my eyes.

“I’ve already been up for an hour,” he said. “Eggs?”

“If you’re offering,” I said, stumbling over to his bathroom. I changed back into my clothes, yawning as I sat down at the table. He put down a cup of coffee and plate of scrambled eggs along with some hot sauce.

“You got any money to get by?” he asked, standing at his counter eating.

“I’ll be fine,” I said, wolfing down my food.

“Here,” he said, pushing an envelope towards me. I leaned over and grabbed it, opening it up to find a wad of money. “It’s about five hundred. S’all I got laying around the house. That enough to get you home?”

“Samson I can’t accept this,” I said, putting the envelope back.

“I wasn’t really asking,” he said, setting it down on the table next to me. “I’d let you take my car but I need it for work.”

“Sam, it doesn’t look like you got much. I’m not taking your life savings,” I said.

“I have a bank account, jackass. It’s not my savings. Don’t worry about it. Go home, take care of what needs to be done and yourself. You’re getting closer to popping. Pay it forward some day,” he said.

“Thanks,” I said, drinking down the last of my coffee. I tucked the envelope in my pocket and he set his mug down.

“I’ll drive you to the bus station,” he said. I put on my boots by the front door as he rummaged around in a closet. He pulled out a black winter coat and held it out to me. “For if you decide you need a walk again.”

“Write down your address,” I said, handing him back the envelope.

“Alright. I don’t want any money or the jacket back. Send me a Christmas card or something,” he said. He returned it after a moment and grabbed his keys as I slipped into the coat. “Better?”

“Yeah,” I said. “Thanks man.”

“S’no problem. Let’s get you home.”

36 Hours Later

My hands were shoved in the fleece lined pockets as I walked up the dirt road to the bunker. The ice storm in Colorado had followed me all the way back to Kansas but the hooded winter coat made all the difference in the world. I couldn’t wait to take a hot shower and curl up in bed with one of Y/N’s blankets.

What happened after...I wasn’t going to be able to put off later for much longer. Now that I was home though, I could let go and get my head on straight in the morning to figure out what had happened.

With a deep breath I stepped down to the door and opened it up. The heat had been left on and the hallway was cozy. I stepped through to the other door inside and found the lights were on too, exactly as they were when we’d all headed out. Just in case, Y/N said. She didn’t want to come home to a dark house.

I headed down the stairs and cut into the library, the space feeling far too big for just me.

“I miss you,” I said. I pinched my nose and heard a creak behind me. I spun around, eyes wide.

“Dean?” said Sam. My Sam, the one that must have died, must have, was right there, in pajamas and with a bowl of chips in his hand.

“I die and now you eat the crap, Sammy?” I said. He set the bowl down and rushed over, giving me a hug. “I’m getting you all wet.”

“Don’t care,” he said. He squeezed me hard and I let out a tiny gasp, Sam giving me some room after that. He looked confused though and shook his head. “How…”

“Was gonna ask you the same thing,” I said.

“I didn’t die. You pushed me out of the way,” he said.

“I don’t remember that,” I said. “You were right there. Since I woke up I assumed…”

Sam was smiling at me still but the hunter in him finally kicked in. I nodded to the cabinet where everything he’d need to test me was. Three minutes later he was hugging me too hard again.

“Relax, Sammy. Gonna pop my shoulder back out,” I said. He immediately released me and I cradled my arm. “I fixed it already.”

“Still. You should wear the sling Y/N bought,” he said. We wandered over to the infirmary and he dug around in a drawer until he pulled it out.

“Is she…” I said, taking off my jackets and slipping it on over my head. Sam shook his head and I sighed. “You don’t know that for sure. Up until five minutes ago you thought I was dead too.”

“True but, you know,” he said. I nodded, staring at the floor. “Cas is alright. Billie got him back from the empty. He’s up in heaven trying to help keep that going. They’re trying out this new method or something.”

“Not your memories?” I asked, heading for the kitchen.

“No. I mean kinda. More like, collective afterlife? It uses a lot less power I guess,” said Sam. “They’re doing small test groups right now he said. I haven’t seen him in a while.”

“How’s he alive again?” I asked.

“Billie brought him back,” he said as we walked over to the kitchen.

“How’s Jack?”

“He’s doing okay. He got pretty hurt during the fight. I took care of him for a few weeks before he headed out. New God and all. He’s still learning.”

“He bring me back?” I asked.

“He doesn’t know how to do that yet. He says he feels like he will be able to someday, like it’s in his bones but he doesn’t know quite right now how to pull it off,” said Sam.

“So how am I back?”

“I honestly have no idea,” he said. I took a seat at the table, catching Y/N’s mug sat at the end in her usual spot. “We gave you guys a hunter’s funeral. There’s a little marker up in the woods a ways, in that clearing you two used to go have dates in.”

“There’s no body then.”

“No. Where’d you wake up?” he asked, taking two beers out of the fridge.

“Middle of nowhere Colorado,” I said. “Any idea why?”

“No, not really. Any place we ever hunt?”

“No. I met a guy. Samson, apparently dad and I saved his folks back in the day while you were at school. But they didn’t live there. I never...I never met the guy,” I said. “He knew who I was but he’d never met me.”

“You think he was lying?”

“He was nice to me when I was an ass. I don’t think he was playing at anything. How would he know what I looked like though?”

“It’s possible I suppose that he reached out to other hunters and learned more about you? I mean the girls got pictures of us. Maybe Eileen?”

“Maybe,” I said, shaking my head. “Shit, Sam. How’s-”

“She’s good,” said Sam with a small smile. “She’s over in Lawrence at the moment actually. She’s looking at houses for us.”

“You guys deserve to finally be together,” I said. “She’s good for you.”

“I know.”

“Gonna stop hunting?”

“I don’t really need to anymore. We kind of turned them all human,” said Sam. I cocked my head and he shrugged. “The hail mary? It worked. No more monsters.”

“That’s great,” I said, forcing a smile. Great. I couldn’t even bury myself in hunting to feel slightly less crappy. I was worthless.

“I’m heading out to meet Eileen in a few days. Come with me.”

“Nah, I don’t wanna intrude or-”

“You can have some space but you’re not staying here alone,” he said.

“Y/N’s dead. I have no job now. I’m not gonna be the brooding mope sitting at the end of your couch when you finally get to be with your girl.”

“Dean,” said Sam as I stood up.

“I really want to shower and sleep, Sammy. I’m cold and exhausted. Please,” I said.

“You’re gonna come with,” he said. I clenched my fist and glared over my shoulder. “Y/N wrote you a letter for if she didn’t make it back. It’s in your room. When I thought you both...I read it in case she wanted something to be done after she was gone. You know the only thing she said? You need to go live your life. She loves you and wants you to be happy.”

“Easy for her to say. She’s not here,” I said.

“Dean. I know this is raw for you and I’ve had four months to deal you didn’t. Don’t disrespect what she wanted.”

“Oh fuck you,” I said. I stormed out, pausing around the corner. I heard him behind me and slumped my shoulders down. “I’m sorry.”

“S’okay,” he said.

“She was supposed to live, not me,” I said. “Cause she’s stronger than I am and I can’t deal with her not being in that bedroom when I go down this hall.”

“Dean. Grieve. Please. For the first time in your life, grieve properly. When you’re ready, you and me will go out to Lawrence. I’m gonna call Eileen and make sure she finds a place where you got a big room and your own bathroom and garage and all that. Until then, I’m gonna stay here. Ignore me, yell at me, whatever. I’m staying. Alright?”

“Yeah,” I said quietly. “I want a pool too.”

“Dean.”

“Hot tub.”

“We’ll put one in.”

“Fine,” I said. He ruffled my hair and I headed down to the bathroom. I slipped out of my clothes, pulling out the envelope with a few hundred dollars left. “Sammy.”

“What?” he called back.

“Figure out who this guy was,” I said, holding the envelope out the door. “That’s his name and address.”

“Whiltiston,” said Sam, making a face. “You sure this is his name?”

“Yeah, why?”

“You wouldn’t know. About two months back, the Whiltiston family was in the news. National news. They’d been reunited with their daughter who was kidnapped as an infant. She was safe. The people who took her pretended to be her parents. They were real sickos. I’d hunt ‘em down if they weren’t already dead,” said Sam.

“So this guy’s her brother?” I asked.

“Yeah, there was a brother Sam I remember mentioned at the press conference. They didn’t show anyone but the dad but they were all really happy to be back together,” he said.

“Still doesn’t explain how he knows what I look like.”

“They said the girl has a sketchy memory of certain things. I mean they were bad people, Dean. It’s possible we worked her case and didn’t know?” he said.

“See if you can dig up a phone number for me too,” I said.

“Yeah. I’ll see if...you know, we’ve been in the national news before too. It’s entirely possible that one of his parents saw us on the news and told him that was you.”

“Oh. That’s...a lot more likely,” I said, frowning to myself. “Forget about it. Could you just slip in some extra cash in there for me? I’ll send it back along with the coat. The guy didn’t have much.”

“No problem. I’ll get you the phone number too. I know you’ll drive yourself nuts if you don’t know for sure.”

“Sam,” I said as he started to leave. “I’m really happy you’re not dead.”

“Me too. Take your shower. I’ll put out some pajamas for you.”

I nodded and shut the door, resting my head against the back of it. After a moment I went to the shower and turned the water on, forgetting about the prickly heat until my skin turned a slight pink and started to warm up. Somehow I got through with washing myself before I saw Y/N’s shampoo staring back at me in the cubby. I swallowed and picked it up, flipping open the cap and taking a deep inhale.

It took awhile and one concerned knock at the door to realize at some point I’d sat down with my knees in my chest, Y/N’s shampoo sat on the ground beside me.

“Dean? You okay? You’ve been in there for an hour,” said Sam. I buried my head down and heard the door creek open. “Dean? Answer me or I’m coming in.”

“I’m fine,” I said, voice raw and cracking with every syllable. Sam didn’t open the door anymore but he was still there.

“Turn off the water,” he said. I reached up and hit it off, wiping the back of my hand across my nose. “You have one minute to dry off and put on a towel.”

The door shut and I forced myself to get up. I patted myself off and got a towel around my waist, trying to wash my face off before Sam saw me.

“I’m coming in,” said Sam. One look at him said more than enough and I looked away. “I told you to grieve.”

“Her freaking shampoo bottle,” I said. Sam looked over to the shower and saw it on the ground, running his hand through his hair. “Why can’t I shove it down like every other time?”

“You know why. There’s no chance of you getting her back and she wouldn’t want you to do something stupid. You loved her. You’re always gonna love her. Dean, I’ve been there with Jessica. It’s gonna fuck you up real good for a while. I thought I’d never be happy again, not like that, and then I found Eileen. It feels like the end of your life but it’s not,” he said. “It’s not going away if you shove it down so just feel it.”

“Yeah,” I said. I brushed past him and went to my room, shutting the door to change. I left it closed and sat on the edge of the bed, catching his shadow under the door. It moved away after a minute and I let out a sigh. The room smelled musty which I appreciated. It was something different to focus on.

I rolled over to Y/N’s side of the bed and saw the letter Sam had mentioned on her nightstand. I ripped it off and found it wasn’t as long as I’d expected. She probably did it last minute.

De, I love you. I’m always going to love you. I need you to try to keep loving and not shut the world out. Find some happiness again or I’m gonna haunt you like I’m your own personal Casper. Okay? You’ll get there someday. My big green flannel is in the closet if you need it. Be safe (I’ll keep an eye out for you though, promise).

My head glanced up and over to the closet, staring before I stood and opened it. At the end was her big oversized green flannel. She’d stolen so many of my clothes over the years she’d decided to get something of hers I could take for myself.

I pulled it off the hook and brought it back to bed, tugging it on before I lay back on the mattress.

It too was a little musty but there was the faint scent of her shampoo again filling the air.

“Fuck, I miss you,” I said. I shut my eyes and turned off the light, hoping exhaustion would put me to sleep quickly.

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A/N: Read the Final Part here!

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cobaincreates · 5 years

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take care

warnings: just joseph

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only because it’s love’s birthday today & i miss him

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“y/n, you’ve got to help me here.”

“you’re so beautiful. has anyone ever told you that? i hope rami does every day or i’ll kill him. i will kill him.”

lucy giggled as she finally got you into the back seat. you closed your eyes and rested your head back. you lifted it back up to search for the handle to push the seat back, whining when you didn’t find one.

“this cabbie sucks,” you cleared your throat, looking toward the driver in front of you.

lucy shook her head when she got in beside you and gave the address to the driver. as it loomed forward into the street, you moved with it and fell into lucy’s lap. she held you there so you wouldn’t fall to the tiny floor.

“i want another drink,” you muttered, latching onto lucy’s legs. “your legs are awfully smooth.”

“i think you’ve had enough,” she grinned down at you, brushing your mangled hair to the back of your neck.

“no, you’ve had enough.” you turned over and poked her in the forehead. “we should stop somewhere. hey! can you stop somewhere? i’m really thirsty.”

the driver gave you an odd look over his shoulder as you peered at him through the plexiglass. you frowned when he didn’t say anything.

“no, no,” lucy pulled you back down to her lap. “no more.”

settling back into her lap, you closed your eyes and sighed deeply. “you’re no fun.”

“i think we had loads of it tonight already, don’t you?”

you hummed as your body became heavier. each time the cab would make a turn or come to a full stop, you’d move with it. lucy rubbed your shoulder soothingly and when it was time for you to get up, you groaned.

“come on, love. let’s get you inside.”

lucy slipped out of the seat and came around to the other side to hoist you up off your back. you let her grip your hands and for a moment you had her lifting all of your dead weight. you laughed playfully as she struggled. finally, you gained some strength in your legs and got out of the car. lucy asked the driver to wait and she wrapped an arm around your waist as you walked up the short walkway to the front door.

“home sweet home.” lucy held onto you as she knocked politely on the door. she was always so mindful of others, always moving cautiously and carefully.

you picked up your head from her shoulder and lit up at the sight of joe. “joey,” you cooed and moved fast from lucy to him. he chuckled and held your waist now as you hugged him.

“hi, sweetheart. you have fun tonight?” he grinned, rubbing your back and glancing at lucy. he pulled out a few bills for the cab fare and lucy took it gratefully once she scolded him. she smiled then said goodnight before getting back into the cab to go home. joe closed the door and locked it before turning fully into you.

“i missed you.”

“let’s get you to bed.”

“say you missed me too,” you whined and pulled him back against you.

joe laughed and squeezed your waist. “i missed you too. i hope you had fun tonight.”

“i love lucy,” you sighed. “like the show! except we’re not married, but i still love her.”

“that’s good, bub.” he held in his laughter and guided you toward the bedroom so you could rest.

you let joe pull you with a strong arm and you fell back onto the mattress that he had already situated himself in before you came home. you released your hold on him reluctantly and watched as he unzipped your boots

“how come you do this?”

joe looked up at you from the foot of the bed where he placed your shoes and smiled sweetly. “because i love you.”

you held your arms out for him with a wide grin and wrapped your legs around his frame as he hugged you. “no, don’t go anywhere,” you pleaded quietly when he started to pull away to continue to get you ready for bed.

“come on, bub,” he chuckled. “what pajamas do you want to wear?”

you thought for a moment as he pulled away to look down at you. with a wicked grin, you said, “nothing.”

“you’re going to be cold in the morning.”

“not if you’re on top of me.”

joe laughed at your usual drunken remarks. he kissed your cheek and stood up to rifle through the dresser behind him. “a t-shirt then?”

“one of yours.”

he smiled to himself and pulled one out, tossing it beside you. he faced you again and took your jeans off first. you hummed and bit your lip when he nearly took your underwear off too.

“whatta tease, joey.”

you lifted your hips for him to pull the jeans the rest of the way off. he threw them toward the laundry basket and adjusted your underwear that was hanging off one hip. you reached out for him again and he pulled you up by your hands.

“did i ever tell you that you look pretty when you’re in me?”

joe’s fingers stilled as he took your jacket off. he smiled and reached for your shirt. “no.”

“well, you do.”

you leaned up just a bit and kissed the bottom of his adam’s apple. he pulled the fabric over your head, your hair falling into a mess around your shoulders. joe gazed at you a minute longer then pushed the hair out of your eyes. you held onto the back of his arms as he leaned forward to undo the clasp of your bra. you let it slip down your arms then looked up at joe adoringly as he unfolded his t-shirt and gathered it at the neck.

“do i look pretty when you’re in me?”

joe adjusted the shirt over you, letting it fall around your frame. he gathered your hair and pulled it out from under. he nodded, stroking your cheek softly. “yes, very pretty.”

you grinned and pulled him by the back of his neck to kiss him properly. he pecked your cheek then gathered your clothes to throw in the basket as well.

“do you wanna go wash your face?”

you shook your head as he stood by the door. “it’s too bright in there.”

“okay. i’ll be right back then.”

you frowned as he walked out of the room. you waited patiently and smiled when he came back into the room. he had your pack of makeup wipes and you watched him as he intently pulled one out and unfolded it. he stepped forward and brushed the hair from your face as he wiped off your makeup for you. you watched him whenever you could until you had to close your eyes so he could get the eyeshadow off. he held your chin in his hand and he looked you over once to make sure he got every last of it off.

“better?”

“still beautiful,” joe corrected and kissed your forehead.

“where are you going?” you whined when he walked toward the door again.

“i’m gonna go put these back and get you a glass of water.” he laughed and held the makeup wipes up. you sighed and threw yourself back onto the mattress.

you found yourself underneath the covers moments later. the glass of water was already gone and sat empty on the beside table on the other side of joe. you were curled into him and reveling in the way his fingers ran through your hair. your arm was under his shirt, your palm pressed flat against his chest.

“thank you,” you mumbled tiredly.

joe’s arm went around your back tightly and he rubbed your thigh over his waist. “‘course.”

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leiasfanaccount648 · 5 years

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The Life of a Soldier

WWII Soldier!Tom x Fem!Reader

Note: I promised this about 4 days prior, but then I had to go and do a lot of research about the war (even though I just covered it in my history class) and even information about life for soldiers and teenage girls during the war. Now, I’m very proud of myself to have finally finished it, and I hope you enjoy it.

Summary: When World War II starts, there is little to nothing Tom can do to avoid it. He has to leave not only his family and friends, but the love of his life.

AU/Prompt: 1940’s/WWII Military!AU

Warnings: Mentions of war and fighting, separation, slight angst/sadness, complete and utter fluff in the end.

Word Count: 2257

September 16th, 1940

“Where’d you wanna go, Tommy?”

“Maybe the diner? I’m feeling quite hungry.”

“That sounds lovely.”

Tom Holland: one of the very few young British boys that you knew in New York. He and his family had moved away from Britain when he was 12 to the United States after the World War in hopes of escaping any other future events/possible wars. Now 17, Tom was an unbelievably charming and caring man, always there for the ones he cared about, and had been taking you out on dates for a full month now.

At least once a week, you two would find yourselves at the diner near your school to get milkshakes. On Friday’s you’d go to the drive in theater downtown to see a movie, and every now and then you would just walk around the town and talk mindlessly about whatever came to mind.

This date, however, was different.

As the two of you walked into the diner, you noticed multiple people gathered around the radio and almost dead silent. You turned to Tom. “Is there a news broadcast of some sort?”

He shrugged. “I don’t think there is.”

As the two of you went to sit in a booth, you heard a small bit of the radio and stopped dead in your tracks to listen.

“Any and all men between the ages of 21 and 45 must enlist in the military to help in the assist in the European war against Nazi Germany.”

You turned to Tom, looking worried. Not only did you have a younger brother, who thankfully was only 14, but for all you knew the war could go on for years. Not to mention Tom was extremely closer to age as well.

Tom had stopped as well to listen before taking your hand and walking the two of you to a booth. The two of you sat in silence as you both waiting for the waitress to come by and take your orders. When she left, you spoke first.

“Tom, do you think you’ll end up enlisted?” You were scared, afraid to hear his answer. He shook his head.

“I don’t think so. We’re only sending reinforcements and supplies that the British desperately need. I guarantee the war will be over by next year.” He smiled, calming any worries you had.

That still didn’t stop many friends and family both you and Tom knew that were sent off to war that year.

December 8th, 1941

When you had left for school in the morning, Tom picking you up in his car. You two had been dating for over a year, but were still taking things slow with one another. You couldn’t deny that you loved him, yet neither of you had said it yet.

The drive there consisted of the two of you talking, not bothering to turn on the radio. When you got to school however, it was surprisingly quieter than usual. People were looking around and whispering among themselves making you wary of your surroundings. You got out of Tom’s car once he parked, walking over to the driver’s side. “Did something happen?”

On the rare occasions that people at school were this quiet, it meant that something happened locally or nationally. The last time it happened, to your knowledge, was about 4 months ago when a girl who went to your school had a brother enlisted and killed in action. It seemed as though the town was all silently suffering during the war even if it didn’t affect them personally.

Your friend Mia had seen you and walked over, holding a newspaper in her hands. “(Y/N), there you are.”

“Mia, what the hell is going on?” You were scared at this point, afraid to hear what had happened now. Mia held up the newspaper for you to take and read the headline.

U.S DECLARES STATE OF WAR

One Battleship Lost, 1,500 Killed in Hawaii

You felt your heart drop as you read the headline. A horrible tragedy had happened and now more people were going to be enlisted into the military. Including many at your school.

Including Tom.

You turned around to hand Tom the newspaper, tears starting to fill your eyes but you refused to let them fall. First, there was sadness in his eyes as he saw the images of the disaster that happened in Pearl Harbor, Hawaii. Then he flipped the paper over, seeing the subsections stating that every man between ages 18 and 45 need to enlist for the military. He felt his heart drop as well. It wasn’t that he was afraid to go out and fight, although it was still at the back of his mind, he was more so afraid of leaving his family, friends, and you, and he may never come back.

You stepped towards him. “When are you going to enlist?”

“Probably when my father hears the news. He’ll makes me go within the next week at the very least.”

Tom’s father had served in the first World War, and Tom had a feeling that his father would say things relating to how he should serve for his, now, home country. And he knew he couldn’t get out of it.

For now, all he could do was hope he wouldn’t be sent off to Europe any time soon.

February 1942

Today was the day you dreaded. Tom had to be at the train station by 3pm sharp in order to get to the docs in New York and go to Europe. Thankfully, you two had some time to spend together before he left, but he was still leaving regardless, and there was nothing either of you could do about it.

At the train station, hundreds of men consisting of Tom’s age and older were bustling around to get on the train; some were still saying their goodbyes to their loved ones. As for Tom, you and his family were there to send him and his best friend Harrison off.

You let Tom say his goodbyes to his parents and younger brothers first, taking the time to look around and see the countless number of soldiers getting on the train and talking to their families and fellow soldiers. Eventually, Tom walked over to you, not saying a word and holding you in a tight hug. You immediately hugged back, not knowing if you’d ever see him again and began tearing up at the thought.

“I don’t want you to go.” You spoke softly. Tom chuckled lightly at your words.

“I don’t want to go either.” He pulled away to look you in the eye. “I love you so much, darling.”

Your breath caught in your throat. Neither of you had said it, and it made you smile to finally hear it. You grinned, tears starting to fall. You hugged him again. “I love you, too, Tom.”

The train whistle was heard, signalling all soldiers to board the train. He let you go, a sad smile on his face as he walked away to board the train with Harrison.

A couple minutes later, you heard your name being called. You turned around to see Tom at a train window, waving for you to come over. You did so immediately, seeing Tom reach out of the window for you. He grabbed your arms and pulled you up towards him as his torso hung out of the train window. He kissed you passionately, trying his best to pull you closer to him.

Tom’s brothers, Sam and Harry, saw you and Tom and rushed over. Both of them grabbed your legs to rest on their shoulders so you could properly kiss him. You heard Harrison and other men on the train and the platform root and cheer for the two of you.

You felt something be placed in your hand and you pulled away for a moment, looking down to see Tom’s class ring he had gotten earlier that year. You looked up at him, seeing him smile. “Take care of this until I get back, okay?”

A guy giving his girl his class ring was the second best thing to a proposal, and you could see the love in Tom’s as he looked at you. You didn’t say anything else and kissed him again. Soon, he was being pulled away from you as the train started moving and Harrison pulling him back into the train and out of the window.

“I’ll write to you everyday, love! I promise!”

May, 1945

You had been writing to Tom back and forth just like he promised, getting at least one or two every week. When your birthday had passed, you had gotten 5 letters that week (Tom claimed that he didn’t know if they would reach you by your birthday and that’s why he sent so many).

Now, the war had ended in Europe, and soldiers were scheduled to be coming home at any time.

You were patient, going down to the train station every day to see if he would arrive. You had gotten your last letter from him at the end of April, and it was now it was the middle of May. The last time it had been a long time since he wrote to you was last year in August because there was a fight happening almost 24/7 for 9 days straight.

But now, since the war ended and you haven’t received any letters from him, you began to worry. What if he was involved in one of the last battles in Europe? What if he was MIA? What if he was taken prisoner by the Nazis?

You couldn’t bare all the bad thoughts, and you continued to write to him regardless just in case. Sadly, almost a week after you sent each letter, you’d check your mailbox only to see the letters you had sent with a read stamp that red ‘undeliverable as addressed. No forwarding order on file.’

You didn’t want to believe it, you couldn’t believe it.

Tom couldn’t be dead..

June, 1945

You had received some letters from Tom, but they were from the beginning of May before the war was declared over in Europe. You clenched Tom’s class ring as it hung around your neck and read through all of the letters from Tom, old and new.

One day you were working on homework in the afternoon when you received a phone call. You stood up, walking over to where the phone was in the kitchen to answer it.

“Hello?”

“(Y/N)? It’s Harry.”

“Harry? Have you gotten any news about Tom?”

You heard him chuckle softly.

“I have. He and Harrison are home.”

You didn’t bother hanging up the phone. You grabbed the closest pair of shoes and a jacket before running out the door. Thankfully the Hollands only lived two blocks down from you. When you got to the house, you were out of breath, almost falling to the ground when you reached the front door. You opened it and saw Harrison sitting in the living room chair with his dog Monty. You were about to ask where Tom was when you noticed that Harrison had his right leg from the knee down was missing. You covered your mouth, tearing up at the sight. “Harrison..”

You walked over to him quickly to give him a hug. Yes, he was okay, but you couldn’t believe that this had happened to him. Harrison chuckled softly, hugging back lightly.

“I’m okay, (Y/N). I promise.” He pulled away. “Tom’s in the backyard with Tessa.”

You smiled sweetly. “Thank you.” You kissed Harrison’s cheek before heading out to the backyard, grinning when you saw Tessa ecstatically jumping around Tom as he was laughing and lying on the ground. He soon glanced your way, doing a double take when he saw you. He immediately stood up and walked over, you meeting him half way as he picked you up and spun you around.

You couldn’t help but laugh softly and tear up. He was finally home, safe and sound. Eventually he set you down and held your face gently to kiss you. You kissed back, arms going around his neck. You pulled away, feeling tears stream down your face. Tom wiped them away, his thumbs rough against your cheeks. “(Y/N), darling, what’s wrong?”

You giggled at his words and smiled at how concerned he was. You shook your head. “No, I’m fine, Tom. I’m fine.” You pulled him into another kiss, still smiling. “I’m just glad to see you finally home again.”

Tom chuckled softly, smiling as well. “Well it’s great to be home.” His eyes widened as if remembering something. “Do you still have my ring?”

You nodded, grabbing the chain from around your neck to show the ring hanging from it. Tom held his hand out and you took the chain off before handing it to him. Tom quickly took the ring off of the chain. “I know it’s not a proper ring, but I’m glad you kept it safe all this time.” Tom grinned and kneeled down, maintaining eye contact with you.

You began to tear up, hands going to your mouth in shock. “Tommy..”

He chuckled, holding the ring up towards you. “(Y/N), darling, will you marry me?”

You nodded, more tears falling as Tom stood up and kissed you again. You felt his hand take yours as he slid the ring on your finger.

“I love you, Tom Holland.”

“I love you more, (Y/N) Holland.”

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Day 1: First Kiss

(Premise: Aang and Iroh come a fewww minutes later than they did in the show Seasom 2 Finale)

The spirit water hung between them as a silent promise of change. Katara's hand was still gently pressed against the ex-prince's scar. Absently she brushed her thumb over the marred skin as she waited for the the firebender to say something.

He had frozen up at the mention of her healing it and stared unseeingly down into the waterbenders ocean blue eyes. She made sure to stare back with a smile that was half empathic half hopeful.

His decision could change the course of the war. They would be one step closer to peace.

Whether anyone liked it or not, Zuko was the heir to the Fire Nation throne. He could actually change things if they could remove his father and sister from the picture. In the mean time, he could gain support from the other nations by training Aang (or assisting his uncle with training) in firebending.

And if people still didn't want to take a chance n him, she'd keep pushing until they did. It was clear to her that Zuko really didn't have any other than his uncle.

It was terribly obvious that his father never wanted him to come back. Aang had only recently appeared, and Zuko had already been near the South Pole searching for him when he did resurface.

She wondered if he realized that. A small part of her hoped he hadn't while a larger part bitterly hoped he had. A fledgling amount of trust was starting to bloom beneath the ashes of their previous association. Him being under the delusional that his father hadn't set him up could send that trust up in flames.

They were both vunerble; both wanting to things to go back to a normal that would never exist again.

A warm hand covering her own brought her gaze back from where it had drifted the soft glow of the green crystals. She met his gaze head on and didn't blink as he carefully drew her hand from his face. He used to the other to take the tiny chain that held the flask from her grip. She let him after stamping down a brief flare of the old feelings panic and dread.

Katara wasn't prepared for him to slip the chain back around her neck. She also wasn't prepared for the the tentative hug the followed.

"Heal me when I've proved myself worthy of your offer."

The words are barely a whisper, yet they seem awfully loud in the silence of the catacomb. She can't find words to properly explain how she feels in this exact moment.

There's disbelief tinged with the overwhelming warmth over the fact that he really is different now. He was putting something so hugely important in his life in her hands. He wanted to prove to her that he was good person-that all firebenders didn't want violence and bloodshed.

Did he know the weight of his words? What it meant to use her as a reference of his honor and worth rather than his tyranical father?

If he did, she needed him to say it. She needed to here it from his mouth from her own ears that he would actually be there for her to see his actions. Not that he should let others categorize his actions for him, but they'd work that out later. She'd give him as many helpful tips as he wanted, if he helped them save the world.

"Are you saying that your joining us?" She says equally as soft.

He pulls out of the hug to make direct eye contact with her.

"Yes, I want to help the Avatar end the war."

And now, Katara's mind is reeling from how dead serious he looks. It like he's making a solemn vow to Sozin himself. The sincerity of it all leaves her in another jumble of feelings. And she has to do something-anything to express how much this means to her.

So she kisses him. It's nothing more than a peck, but it leaves them both awkward and flustered. Zuko lets go of Katara completely and looks at her like he's seeing her for the first time.

The waterbender studiously looks just over his head and rubs the back of her neck anxiously. What in La's sake possessed her to randomly just attack him like that? And unbidden, the image of another cave with glowing crystals comes to mind which makes her even more embarassed.

It's a small act of mercy when Aang and Zuko's uncle burst into the room a second later. It's an unearthly amount of spiritly mischief as Zuko and Katara are pressed together in the crowded saddle. The waterbender's sure her hearts bursting out of her chest and that everyone knows what happened in the catacomb. They know that there's a weird something floating between the two benders like a bad smell.

Sokka gives Zuko dirty looks the entire time, while the firebender ignores him and looks vacantly down at the fallen city. Iroh had made then leave without him, and even though the older man had told his his nephew not to worry. Zuko was obviously terribly concerned for his Uncle. She feels bad, but the lingering awkwardness leaves her tongue tied in knots.

Her brother didn't let the ex-prince's obvious bad move stop him from throwing the firbender suspicious looks and muttering darkly to himself. Toph was growing annoyed with attitude if her tight grip on the saddle was anything to go by. Finally the earthbender snapped.

"Wanna share with the class, Snoozles?"

Sokka jumped at being directly addressed, but continued frowning at Zuko.

"Fine!! Why him? Yeah he's a powerful bender or whatever, but Iroh's even more powerful and way less of a moody jer-"

Katara doesn't here the rest of his rant. Everything around her freezes in place as she lets those three words reverberate around her mind.

A powerful bender. She'd attached those words specifically to one person and hadn't consider that their were plenty of powerful benders in the world. She was currently pressed against one that she'd kissed less than an hour ago. What if it was the first of many in her predicted 'great romance'?

The thought makes her even more flustered, and the waterbender spends the rest of the trip lost in thought and uncomfortably warm in the face.

~~Hope you enjoyed. I had to hurry up and stop overthinking before the day was over and I ended up with nothing up. @zutaraweek

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