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mysticalmayhem1930 · 2 years

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A Tale of Two Weddings: Midgardian Mayhem

A Loki x Eva (OC) story

Part Three of Loki’s Dragon

>>Part Nineteen<<

A/N I don’t own any of the Marvel characters. Just my own creations. This was originally posted in Wattpad. But I rewrote the parts as I transferred them, so there are some differences.

Summary: Eva thinks Laufey may have been right

Pairing: I originally wrote this as Loki x Eva but it can be read as Loki x Reader if you desire.

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Overall Warnings: Smut, Fluff, Angst, Adult Language

>>>18+ ONLY<<

Eva's nerves were on end during the next week, and she knew Loki could tell something was up. She kept deflecting answering that it had to do with the wedding, and it technically did, so there was no lie for him to detect. While Loki, Clint and Thor were on a mission she met Wanda in her room, bringing along with a bag full of 5 pregnancy tests. Eva set to taking them. The two sat and waited, Wanda asking her what was she hoping for.

"Well I guess if I am, it really doesn't matter so long as it's healthy and has ten fingers and ten toes."

"How do you think Loki is going to take it?"

"Honestly, I think he'll make a great father, I see him roughhousing with a little boy or being gentile with a girl who will have him wrapped around her finger. Teaching them magic, and if it's a girl teaching her how to defend herself..."

*DING* the alarm was going off on Eva's phone.

"Get Nat, she should be here too. I can wait"

A few minutes later Nat came in and the three led by Eva went to the bathroom counter. Her hands shaking as she was able to see the first one. When her eyes laid on it she was happy to see that it was positive. And the next and the next, but the last two showed negative.

"Crap, now we have a problem, and I'm going to have to see Stephen, to see if he can help."

"I can say I have questions on some magic and need to see him and you can tag along to say hi to your brother, or Wong." Offered Wanda.

"Thanks, I'd like to go ASAP!”

Later Eva was in the common room, reading, being constantly interrupted by Scott. Wanda stalked out, frustrated, "Hey Eva, do you think Doctor Strange would be willing to help me? I'm having problems with a complicated spell."

"I don't see why not, at the very least Wong can assist. How bout I come along... it's been a while since I've seen Wong."

"Sure can we go now?"

"I don't see why not," Calling to Tony in the kitchen "hey Bro, let Loki know I went with Wanda to see Strange"

"I will Pips, and remind the Wizard we have a fitting tomorrow for the wedding."

"Will do, see ya later."

Wanda took flight and Eva was nice enough to do a flying leap with her wings out to quell the fear in the team when she just stepped off the ledge. They landed in Bleeker St and walked to the Sanctum. The doors opened before she could knock and the cloak of levitation gave her a hug as they rested on her shoulders.

"What the Hell!" Stephen screamed in frustration. "It had better be Eva or your going to be a fucking curtain...." Stephen walked down the main staircase "Hello Eva, that Damn thing loves you more!"

"They always have."

"What brings you both here?"

"Can we talk in the study?" Wanda asked.

"Sure, is everything ok little one?"

"I don't know the answer to that, but I, well me Wanda and Nat need to know if you can keep our secret?"

"You know I can and will, and will aid if you need to keep Loki away from it too."

The cloak levitated Eva to the study as Stephen and Wanda walked. "Show off " muttered Stephen to the cloak.

Taking seats in the study Eva and Wanda told him about Laufey's theory, and then the tests.

Pulling his hand down his face, Stephen summarized "So you want me to find an OBGYN that deals with mutants and is ok with helping with a possible alien birth. Wow, give me a few minutes I'll call Christine, and see if she has any leads."

Wanda wandered around the study admiring all of the magical artifacts. Eva was just watching her breathing as she was starting to freak out, what if he didn't have anyone she could go to, then what?

Sauntering back into the study, "Ok so Christine has a colleague that she knows will work with mutants, they just ask you not flaunt your mutant abilities in or around her office. Christine made an appointment for you in an hour, I'll give you a portal directly into her office for the appointment and back here. Wanda I'm guessing you want to go with us?"

"Yes, it would probably make Eva a little more easy all things considered. If that's ok with you Eva."

"Yes, Stephen, you are going with us…I appreciate that, you know how I feel about Doctors."

The trio walked out of the portal into Dr Mooney's office. She was only a but startled.

"Good afternoon, which one of you is my patient?"

"That would be me, but took five tests and three were positive and two negative."

"A little excessive, but good to know, please give me a rundown of your abilities."

"And you," she indicated Stephen "are the father?"

"Nooo, no no no... she's like a sister to me. No if she is pregnant she wants to surprise her husband at the wedding in two weeks. That's why he's not here."

"And you both are?"

"Doctor Stephen Strange"

"Wanda Maximoff"

"So you both wait here I'll take her to a room and get a confirmation If she is or isn't ok?"

Wanda was getting fidgety Stephen kept saying it takes time remember, not magic, just old fashioned medicine. She's fine, Christine would not have sent us to someone who wouldn't take good care of her. The door opened slowly and Eva came in taking her seat in between the two. Dr Mooney took her seat again behind the desk. So do you want the good news or the other?

"Give us the other first." Eva said.

"Well given that Eva's a little different and her husband is an Alien, any pregnancy would be high risk."

"And the good..."

"Congratulations, you are pregnant!"

"I will expect to see you back here in 4 weeks for your next appointment, and I hope to meet the father at that time as well, I need to take in his genealogy into account. But is there a way to cover the Blue skin while you are in the waiting room?"

"I'll ask Nat about borrowing her Photostatic Veil." Said Wanda "I'm sure she won't mind."

"I'm sorry I'm just relieved, and Loki's going to be floored when I tell him. Is there anything I can wrap to give him?"

"Just use one of your positive tests."

"Thank you so much for seeing us short notice and for being so wonderful."

"I will contact Dr Moira MacTaggart, she's a mutant and a geneticist, and should be able to help with any complications. And I'll make your next appointment and send you an email for it. Also will you be leaving the way you came?"

"Yes" responded Stephen and opened a portal to the tower. "I'm going to need to talk to Tony and tell him you're hurt but not to mention it it Loki, and keep you off missions until after Loki finds out. Also I'll put a block in your, Wanda and Nat's minds around this topic."

#loki #mcu loki #loki of asgard #loki odinson #loki laufeyson #loki of jotunheim #dragana #loki x eva #avengers #tom hiddleston #wanda maximoff #natasha romanov #doctor strange

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ansicred · 22 days

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BLOG CHECK-IN UPDATE!!

Right so, I've been doing a lot of posting since the last update and I think it's time to have another check-in post. First up: a periodical reminder for people to pay close attention to the ratings and warnings in my one-shots posts and their tags -- they're there for a reason and if you go into a one-shot thinking I won't be graphic or explicit about certain subjects (yes, including the ones that are sex-related), you'd be very wrong and I'm not going to wrap anyone in cotton wool about anything I write.

Second: as you'll no doubt have noticed, I've posted a new character whose name is Neil and he's my third Alan FC werewolf. His universe isn't something that I've necessarily put much thought into but I do wanna do some figuring out with him and post anything I do with him and his universe here -- this blog is a kind of weird writing-based sketchbook for me, after all. His universe is set in late 1969, hence his birthdate being in 1919, and due to the nature of the ideas for it in my head, and what Neil goes through, I'm giving any one-shots featuring him a baseline lowest rating of twelve (12) unless it's something really, really milquetoast and fluffy (eg: anything involving Neil and his youngest daughter, Christine). You can find him here.

Third: I do have plans to finish Jonah (WATD Verse)'s character sheet and he'll be up as soon as I've done that, as well as a one-shot featuring him and Nina I've had in my head for quite some time now (but I can't really write and post it without having first finished Jonah's sheet or I'll break my brain), so look out for those!

Fourth: I've started a newer version of a screenplay/TV script version of the Odd Foxes story that I plan to go into and work on on occasion so if I disappear off this blog for long strings of time, that's probably why. That said, I will continue to write Odd Foxes related one-shots and post them here because I love those silly fox bois and they're fun to write.

Fifth: Damaged Goods will have a slight direction shift, I've decided, wherein Felix and Azz interact more often and their individual stories become one. How I'll write that and in what format, I don't know yet but I'll still be doing one-shots for DG whenever I get the urge to do so.

Sixth: WATD I'm in the sketch-plan phase for a book/novel version of Bleddyn's story, so the one-shots will be more frequent as I figure out exactly what I'm doing with that idea and what sort of vibe I want/need for the book.

Seventh: I'll be making more OC graphics as well at some point, likely when I'm hit by inspiration. Plus, I'll have more mini lore dumps scattered about -- most likely Odd Foxes, WATD, and DG related, but I might also include MRC and Tide Down, depends on how I'm feeling.

Finally: My mam is going to Ireland for a few days next week, so I'll be babysitting my youngest sisters at her house while she's away. I'll be taking my laptop so I can do some one-shots & things, so I won't be away away, but I'll be far less frequent in posting compared to how I've been lately, especially when my sisters get home from school. In the meantime, like I say, I've got some stuff in the pipeline and they'll be up as and when I get to/finish them, so be on the look out!

For now though, you can leave me questions/comments/whathaveyou (including anonymously) in my inbox and I'll get back to you ASAP!

See you at the next update!! 🦊7

#ansicredspeaks #blog-related update #check-ins with newt #so sorry that it's long but I've not updated in FOREVER so it was gonna be a bit of a novel lmaoooo

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amalgamads-aneacc · 6 years

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But if you want a black widow, marry me.

#the curious creations of christine mcconnell #need more season asap please #god i love her

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doctorstephenvincentstrange · 3 years

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What If S1E4 Meta: The True “Heart”

The same way Stephen couldn’t let go of Christine in the fourth installment of What If...?, I haven’t been able to shake this episode off and out of my head since watching it. I’m pretty sure it’s put me through the grieving process. Lately, it’s been haunting me like a ghost, and while mentally revisiting it for the fourteen millionth time, I realized something BRUTAL that I just had to share ASAP!

Hear me out, homies. What if...

The running theme and title of the episode was Stephen Strange losing his “heart.” But although the setup and storyline seems to suggest the euphemism refers to Christine Palmer, it doesn’t! The “heart” of Stephen Strange is not the girl of his dreams he lost in that car accident, but the greater man he had gained.

OK LISTEN. Let me have a shot to show you what I see (even in shite quality, pardon my crappy screenshots). Let’s start with the DS1 recap, 'cuz I’m still not over the first movie, either, and it’s relevant.

Like the watcher explained, after the devastating and tragic death of the love of his life, Stephen Strange began to look for answers. Not different from Stephen Strange of the sacred timeline, he was obsessed with reversing the great loss and trauma he’d endured. It was with the same perfectionism that made him a great surgeon, that Stephen sought the power to “find his own way back.”

... By any means necessary.

They both discover that “power” they were searching for when they stumble upon time magic. However, Stephen is lectured that time magic is something that could risk the stability of the universe, and should never be done lightly and certainly never for the sake of one person over all others. Although harm is not his nature and Stephen doesn’t want to hurt anyone, he struggles to give up on his quest to heal his hands, or alternatively, to resurrect Christine. He was told a solution wasn’t out there, but found it in the Book of Cagliostro.

Despite every person that told him it couldn’t be done, Stephen can’t accept that. He won’t admit there’s nothing that can be done, there has to be something he can do. He’s conceited with the delusion he can alter his past to better his present. And he won’t be swayed of it.

But when the Ancient One fell, Stephen Strange rose to take her place and fend against the invading Dormammu. He saw for the first time the world that was so much bigger than him, that he could do so much good for, more than good only for himself. He saw the millions of lives that had not yet been lost to tragedy he could prevent and save from it, even if not what hardships had already been done and could not be undone in his own life. Things he could save, not fix.

And it wasn’t his own life he saved with that time magic in the end, but earth itself. And Stephen Strange became something much bigger than himself. No matter what he’d lost in that car accident, he learned there was still much more he could gain, regardless of what he’d lost. He didn’t need to fix his hands. They were still good.

Better than his brilliant mind, was his beautiful heart.

His capacity for goodness, not greatness.

And yet, for all the good he’d achieved and learned, on the two year anniversary of Christine’s death, Stephen can’t help but get sucked into his past, and in a moment of weakness, allow his grief power over him once more. He can’t stop reliving the past. He loops it over and over again, trying to reverse fate, trying to find a way to spare Christine and find that “miracle” that must exist to spare her.

The Ancient One has sensed his presence and meddling with the Eye of Agamotto, and warns Stephen that the path he had set himself on would lead him only to more pain. When Stephen refuses to be reasoned with, the Ancient One brandishes him with a single blow before he escapes into the past. He thinks she missed. She didn’t.

SHOT THROUGH THE HEART, AND YOU’RE TO BLAME! DARLING YOU GIVE LOVE A BAD NAME!

But *ahem* seriously, notice how Stephen was struck mid center his chest, directly over his heart. It was in that moment that Stephen Strange lost his “heart,” as the Ancient One had knocked it out of him, just as she had knocked him out of his own oversized head when they first met. Theory: she cast a spell to separate Stephen’s heart from his mind, the two halves that make one complete man.

Because even if Stephen Strange’s mind was still set on Christine Palmer, his heart had been changed, and there was still hope for it. And Stephen Strange’s heart had enough with “living in the past for one day,” and chose instead to share drinks with Wong.

Meanwhile, Stephen’s “mind” searched the Library of Cagliostro for a way to reverse an absolute point and save Christine. Eventually, he found the answer he was looking for. He needed more power, that could be obtained by otherworldly creatures. Now, harm is not in Stephen’s nature. On his first attempt, he actually tries asking “nicely,” and ends up getting ass kicked.

O’Bengh, the librarian of the books of Cagliostro, patches up his body and tries to warn Stephen. He may have lost his heart, but if he he keeps going at this rate, he was well on his way to losing his mind.

But Stephen didn’t heed those words of warning. He distorted his body, darkened himself with every sacrifice he made for Christine’s sake. So caught up in the memory of Christine’s greatness, Stephen had forgotten he’d once had one of his own. Christine was all he saw.

So obsessed with her, he lost himself.

When Strange returns to O’Bengh’s side, the librarian has aged and is dying. He reveals the passage of centuries Stephen has spent devoted to this madness. As someone Stephen thinks of as a friend passes away, Stephen can’t think to cherish these last moments or listen carefully to his final words. All he can think is to use his magic to spare O’Bengh, which O’Bengh refuses, trying one last time to reach through to Stephen before giving up and leaving hope to the “heart” to be strong enough to withstand and stop him.

*Wink, wink, wink.* Do you see it now?

Now, onto the confrontation between heart and mind. Stephen’s mind can’t achieve anything if his heart isn’t in it, and I love the symbolism of that. He must get it on board first, unite on both fronts.

Stephen’s heart can recognize that this isn’t love, but the work of his broken mind lost in a delusion. And Stephen’s so far gone down the rabbit hole, he won’t even listen to his heart. Instead he ignores it, even burns the cloak of levitation... the very symbol of his finding something new that could uplift him after spending so long down on his knees in the past... and he burnt it to ash. When his heart won’t be persuaded, he resorts to trickery, attempting to con his heart with the same delusion that haunts his mind. It’s the same Christine that Stephen first was hung up imagining when he picked up the eye of the Agamotto and got himself into this mess, his trump card.

But again, the heart cannot be deceived. It knows Christine is dead, and it realizes the fantasy his mind is pursuing is not the same as the Christine they once knew and loved. More importantly, his heart remembers that there are other people who need him now, people that are not beyond saving. And the mind is done playing.

If his heart won’t come willing, then he’ll just have to beat it into submission until it can’t make a single sound of protest, and then swallow it whole. Stephen makes the ultimate sacrifice the Ancient One had tried so hard to prevent, and abandons that heart she saw so much potential in and inspired her to teach him.

This episode AMAZINGLY tackles the narcissism and arrogance that hides in specific shades of grief and depression. In believing our problems are greater than anyone else’s, that no one else could understand as Stephen insisted “they didn’t know her!” The selfishness that comes with refusing to see the world or those around you that still need you and choosing instead to chase the memory of the ones you’ve already lost, who are beyond saving. If we choose those delusions over our reality, in the end, we will lose everything, and the ones who will pay the price for your arrogance won’t be you, but the ones you loved. Even the memory of the one you loved, that you twisted to fit your mold. There’s a selfishness in seeing only the bad of what was rather than the good of what could come.

Unless you want to end up alone inside a cold and empty shell, maybe it’s time to listen to your heart, and move on.

#Doctor Strange #Doctor Stephen Strange #Stephen Strange #What If #Marvel #Marvel Meta

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elowynlavellan · 7 years

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hey I’d like to gain some mutual followers who have read Stephen King’s IT (and any other of his books) or are currently reading?? I don’t know anyone IRL who reads King, and honestly it’s so boring

#i've read IT #and a collection of short stories #I also have many more books of his on the shelf i plan to read asap #like:#dreamcatcher #pet sematary #gerald's game #the dead zone #needful things #christine #carrie #the shining #night shift #bag of bones #thinner #lots more short stories too

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discoidal · 2 years

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tagged/inspired by @icemaiden ! song divination— ask a question (can be the ones provided or original ones) and then shuffle your longest playlist. within that next song is the answer :)

1. what is the best way for me to grow as an individual?

ain't it fun by paramore. i'm guessing i should be more aware of my privilege and prepare myself for college and the "real world" after that. 'ain't it good/ being all alone' suggests that i prepare myself for solitude– that i learn to grow alone. i do think maybe i have some friendships that are best left to rot, for both me and the friend in question.

2. what kind of setting will i meet the next person i love in?

halloween by phoebe bridgers. funny yet somber, sentimental, honest, traces of boredom— hint of desperation, a willingness to transform yourself for the other person. metamorphosis. something hidden. something that's ending almost as soon as it begins.

3. what am i really good at that I don’t know i’m really good at?

20 dollar nose bleed by fall out boy. i think maybe the song is telling me i'm good at escaping/running away from my obligations, misusing tools meant for good, and lying to myself. all suck to hear but, unfortunately, they ring true, and maybe i do need to realize this about myself.

4. what’s a flaw of mine that I don’t realise the severity of in myself?

acab for cutie by newgrounds death rugby. this one was very unsubtle: it's telling me i need to get better at realizing when i'm unstable or in pain and to deal with it ASAP instead of putting it off— and to ask for help when i need it. aha it's probably right so true etc etc

5. what is the next unexpected interest i will begin to be interested in?

christine by lucy dacus. apparently i'll get real into telling my friends they deserve better than what their current partner can give them which also sounds right tbh. u don't need him, he's trash, fuck his dad, etc

tagging @worm-bus @hiptolazed-crazedabstractionists @italianeyes @jamesdeangf @eraserheadbabysmom @venusbirth @neutrofer @alfredolover119 @frowzytart @malimutan @bowwowserbro @thesmashingpumpkins @punchbunny @ghoulfriends and anyone else who wants to do it, feel free to say i tagged you!

#this was super fun !!!!!#i think im going to start doing this instead of daily one-card tarot reading #since its more fun and it has the bonus of getting to listen to music and rlly ruminate on the song !#long post #im interested in literally everybodys answers which is why i tagged like nine hundred people :)

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rosaliestark01 · 4 years

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Dusk Till Dawn - Part 4

Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: You meet your “real dad” and end up learning more than you expect you would.

Warning:Swearing, Angst, Angry!Reader, Angry!Avengers, Angry!Peter

A/N: Colab with @annies-marvel-imagines. No GIFs are mine.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” you ask. Ellie, somehow knowing where he lived, had practically dragged you there. You weren’t sure if he’d be happy to see you or not. You don’t even know if he knows you exist.

“Yeah,” Ellie says, gently pushing you towards the door of his apartment. “You deserve the truth and who better than your own dad?”

“Okay...” You knock on the door and wait.

“Just a second!” A man yells on the other side. You hear the sound of something breaking and someone swearing before the door opens. “What do you want?”

“I’m-”, you begin but he interrupts you.

“Y/N,” he says softly. You see some recognition in his eyes, but not very much.

“You know who I am?” You knew that people mostly knew you for being Tony Stark’s “daughter”, but you hoped that some part of him actually knew you for you.

“Of course I know you,” He says as he invites you and Ellie inside of his messy apartment. “You look so much like your mother, Kristen.” You give him a strange look, which he tilts his head at.

“Christine,” you correct him. Your mom’s name was Christine Y/L/N. How could he have forgotten

“Right. Of course,” he says quickly. “It’s just been a while since I’ve said her name.”

After a long period of silence, you don’t know what to say. The longer the silence it the more awkward you felt. What did you expect? You show up at your dad’s cheap apartment unexpectedly with your friend from school who looked way too comfortable in a stranger’s apartment. Instead of saying anything, you looked around. There wasn’t a lot of furniture in the room. There was a couch, a recliner, and a small box TV on top of a wooden crate.

“It’s nice to meet you,” you finally say quietly.

“It’s nice to finally meet you too. After all this time, i get to finally meet my daughter.”

That took you by surprise. Had he been looking for you and for how long?

“How long have you been trying to meet me?” you ask.

“Pretty much your whole life,”He says. He looks at you seriously before he continues. “I don’t know what Stark has told you, but he only cares about himself. He took you away from me before I even got the chance to hold you.”

“What?” You didn’t know what he was talking about but you wanted to know more. What did your dad Tony do?

“As revenge against my dad, he took you away from me,” Ezekiel says angrily.

“That doesn’t sound like him,” you tell him. No matter how angry you are at him, you knew that Tony Stark wouldn’t do something like that. Sure, he was prideful, arrogant, and a jerk, but he wasn’t a revenge kidnapper. It just sounded crazy.

“Then I guess you don’t know him as well as you thought you did.” He said. You had never seem someone so calm yet angry. “He ruined my life. He killed my dad, murdered my wife, and stole my own daughter.”

“That really doesn’t sound like him,” you tell him. Besides, Tony told you that Obadiah’s death was his own fault. You didn’t want to believe that that was another lie, but you couldn’t trust Tony Stark no matter how much you were trying to right now.

“It makes sense, Y/N,”Ellie, who had been pretty quiet this whole time, says. “Why else would he lie to you about this?”

“I don’t know.” You look down, not wanting either of them to see the tears that were threatening to fall. The more you tried to believe Tony’s side of the story, the more you couldn’t. He had been lying to you your entire life. Whose to say that your identity was the only thing he lied about.

“I know that it’s not something you want to believe, but your dad is right,” Ellie says.“You can’t trust Tony Stark.”

By the time you made it back to the Tower, it was already light outside. School was already in session, and the entire team was waiting for you in front of the tower. You knew they were all probably pissed at you, but all you could think about was what Ezekiel had told you.

“Y/N Stark, where the hell have you been?” Tony yells at you. You couldn’t help it, but hearing him call you that made you sick to your stomach, literally. “Do you have any idea how worried we all were? We were this close to sending a search party and- Y/N?”

You tried to hold it in, but you couldn’t. You threw up right in front of everyone. Tony quickly approached you with worry and alarm painted all over his face. The second he tried to help you inside, you snapped.

“Don’t touch me!” you yell at him, causing him to quickly back away. The next thing you knew, everything became dark.

When you opened your eyes, you were back in your room. The curtains were drawn shut, and you noticed that you weren’t alone.

“Y/N, how are you feeling?”Steve asked. He sounded worried, would make sense since you literally just passed out in front of everyone. “Everyone’s worried about you. Your dad-”

“He’s not my dad,” you snap at him. You couldn’t help it. You knew he meant well, but you were stressed and angry.

“What’s gotten into you?” He asks seriously. “If there’s something bothering you, you can tell me.”

“Nothing is bothering me,” you lie. He gives you a look telling you hat he knows that you’re lying. You’re not planning on telling Captain America that the person who you thought was your dad wasn’t really your dad and had kidnapped you the same day you were born. Even you thought it sounded crazy, but you didn’t know what else to believe.

“Your friends are downstairs,” Steve says hesitantly. “They’re worried about you too.”

“You can tell them I’m fine,” if your friends were there, then that meant that Peter was probably there too. You weren’t in the mood for a lecture about safety from Queen’s friendly neighborhood webslinger.

“I think that’s something you should tell them,” Steve said gently. You signed, knowing that he was probably right. You threw back the covers on your bed and stood up, unfortunately too fast.

You made your way down to the lobby where Harry, Ned, MJ, Harley, and Peter stood waiting for you. You noticed the way Peter paced around nervously biting his nails. He stopped immediately the moment he say you and pulled you into one of the biggest hugs he’d ever given you.

“Y/N! Are you okay!” He asked frantically. “I was- we were worried sick!”

“I’m fine,” You tell him a you pull away, much to his disapproval. “There’s no need to worry.”

“Where were you?” He asked, although deep down he had a feeling he knew who you were with.

“I was just hanging out with Ellie,” you say. It was close to the truth. You were with Ellie. Luckily, his spidey-senses didn’t pick up on a lie. What it did pick up on was a feeling of looming danger whenever he heard anyone mention Eloise.

“I don’t think that hanging out with Eloise is healthy for you,” he snapped.

“Y/N, we really were worried about you,” MJ spoke up as she seemed to sense some tension between you and Peter.

“We still are,”Ned added. “You’re one of my best friends.”

You smiled, happy that Ned saw you like that. He was one of your best friends too. You felt lucky to have friends like these (and happy that they didn’t bring Gwen with them).

“But we all know I’m her favorite,” Harry says as he pulled you in for a side hug.

“You wish,” you joked.

“Um, I don’t remember your name being Harley,” Harley tells him jokingly. You all laugh, except Peter who is watching you like you’re going to fall over any second.

“Maybe we should all take the day off and hang out like we used to,” Ned suggests. Your smile fades. Acting like everything is all sunshine and rainbows sounds great, but it’s not. What you really need is time for yourself to think about everything that Ezekiel told you.

“I really want to, but I’m not feeling that well,” you tell them. The excuse sounds all too familiar to Peter, but this time he actually agrees with you.

“I agree. Y/n needs to rest,” he says.

You exchange goodbyes with your friend, however Peter leaves before you could say goodbye to him. You knew he was just worried, but it didn’t stop it from hurting any less.

On your way back to your room, you run into Tony. It looked like he was waiting for you. He stands up and walks towards you with a sad look on his face.

“Y/N, I-”, he begins, but you shut the door to your room before he could say anything else.

You notice the USB that you stole from Hydra sitting on your desk. Part of you wishes that you had never stolen that file from Hydra but you’re also glad you did. You don’t want to live a lie anymore.

An hour later, your phone dings. Picking it up, and assuming it’s Peter, you are surprised to see that the message is from Ellie, and it sounds urgent.

Ellie: Know it’s not the best time, but meet me at the bank asap!!!!

Since you know that someone is probably outside your door (most likely Tony or Steve), you climb out the window. It takes longer than usual because half way through you begin to feel a bit dizzy.

Eventually, you make it down and make your way to the bank. You don’t know what Ellie is doing there or why she wants you there as soon as possible, but she is your friend and if she is in danger, then you have to help her.

“What’s going on?” you say upon seeing her. Before she could say anything, somebody grabs you by the throat.

“You!” they yell. You instantly feel something hit you. It was a freaking lamp. Looking up, you instantly recognize the person.

“Didn’t I throw a knife at you?” you ask.

“As you can see, I’m alive now.” Now? What was that supposed to mean?

“Obviously,” you say back at him. He looks at you angrily as you move yourself to stand in front of him. Despite your killer headache, you are smart enough to know that there is no good reason why he’s here.

“Why don’t you get out of my way?” he say. Unfortunately, it looks like he has an upgraded version of that weird space gun.

After you got shot on that mission, you had planned on upgrading your suit to make it more bullet proof, but not only did you forget, but you didn’t even bring it with you.

“You know what?” He asked, when you stood your ground. “Since we’re both here, I might as well repay you for what you did to me.”

“I think I’m good,” you say. To be truthful, you were starting to feel nervous. You were feeling severely underequipt compared to this dude. You didn’t have your suit and this guy had a giant space gun.

“I don’t care,” he says as he points it at you.

“I believe she said she’s good,” a voice says. You all look to see Spider-Man leaning against the door. You’re happy he’s here, but you know that now you’re in for the biggest lecture of your life.

“This doesn’t concern you,” the man says as he points the space gut at you again.

Peter uses his webs to pull the gun before the blast hits you. Instead, it creates a burning hole in the wall behind you. Peter tries to web the guy up, but somehow he can’t.

Feeling the need to do something, you try something that Nat was teaching you before she and everyone else became too busy to train with you. A lot of what she taught you was about balance and using your body weight. This seemed like a good time for that considering Peter’s web shooters were’t sticking to this guy.

Unfortunately for all of you, the guy got a hold of his space gun again and this time he pointed it at Peter.

“Pete!” you yell. Not thinking twice about it, you take the blast that was meant for him. It hits you in the exact same place as last time, so for that you are lucky.

“What the hell?” He yells before turning on the guy. “You-”

Peter, not caring about his strength punches the man, sending him flying. Somehow, he’s still alive. He grabs the gun, presses something on the side, as shoots at the three of you.

“Get down!” You yell, pulling Peter and Ellie down. The explosion sends part w wall flying at you guys, but Peter catches it.

Ellie?” you ask, checking to see if she was okay.

“I’m fine,” she say as she glares at Peter.

“Y/N, what the hell were you thinking?” He yells at you.

“She saved your life, you ungrateful-” Ellie says, stepping in and pointing a finger at him.

“You bringing her here almost got her killed!” He yells back. Although you don’t have spidey-senses, you have a feeling that their fight is about to spiral out of control. It doesn’t help that your two friends hate each others guts.

“So now it’s my fault that some crazy person tried to kill Y/N?”, she screams. She throws a punch at Peter, but he easily catches it.

“Why don’t you tell us who you really are?” He asks her. His voice is steady but seeping with hatred.

“What the hell are you talking about?” She screams back. Even you have to admit that she is starting to look a little crazed.“Y/N, I think this stupid arachnid has gone crazy.”

“Hey-”you say. Yeah, you were definitely going to be lectured by Peter and everybody else you know, but you are not going to put up with her insulting Peter like that.

“You-” She yells, probably trying to insult him further, when Peter’s head quickly turns to your left.

“That is enough everyone!” Tony yells. He, Pepper, Happy, and the rest of the Avengers are standing right outside the burning bank.

“Stark.” Ellie say disdainfully.

“Excuse me, but who are you?” He asks her.

“She’s my friend,” you pipe up, not wanting her to say anything that could get her in trouble.

“How come we’ve never heard of her?” Nat asks. Tony is about to say something but she stops him.

“You guys don’t need to know every detail of my life.” She looks taken aback because you have never spoken to her like that before.

“Y/N, you haven’t been acting like yourself lately. What’s up with that?” Pepper says as she walks up to you. She seems to notice that the part of your shirt where you were shot was burnt .

“Let’s just... go home. Okay?” She asks. It was more of a suggestion that you had no choice but to agree to.

You notice Ellie fuming when Peter says something to her. Frankly, you don’t want to know.

Later that night, Pepper walks in (probably because she’s the only one you seem to be okay with).

“Y/N, I think it’s best that you don’t see Eloise for a while,” she say hesitantly.

“Why?” Although you already know why, you couldn’t help but ask.

“It’s just until things go back to normal,” she reassures you. “From now on, you’ll be home schooled. You can still go to Homecoming with your friends and go to any after school activities you already have. Okay?”

“Okay.” You’re not entirely sure that Peter would still want to go to Homecoming with you after today, but you nod your head anyway.

A/N: Part 5 will be posted on Friday by @annies-marvel-imagines

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ssminibang · 3 years

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Sailor Moon Mini Bang 2020 posting dates!

Hello everyone! Earlier today we have sent an email with everyone’s assigned posting dates, plus everything you need to know regarding posting + a small tutorial on how to embed art in a fic!

If you haven’t received this email send us a message asap, as it contains really important information!

This year we are also sharing the posting dates in here so that everyone can keep an eye on our schedule! Posting starts on Monday 2 of November and finishes on Friday 18 of December (weekends are non-posting dates as we want to encourage reading and reviewing)

And now under the read more, the dates!!: (forgive us if the fic/art titles are wrong as we might be using old information)

Monday 2 of November: The Girl With The Red Bow - Beej/Iamcharlotte88

Tuesday 3 of November: Our Future - Jewels/Charlie

Wednesday 4 of November: The Devil You Know - Thalia / Fuu&Eli

Thursday 5 of November: Man In The Red Dress - MasterRay / Iamcharlotte

Friday 6 of November: Talk (Like Real People Do) - Chu / Smoking

Monday 9 of November: Leaving The Uniform Behind - Samus / Rae

Tuesday 10 of November: Camp Elysian - VChanny / Kate (Flourish Fox)

Wednesday 11 of November: The Red Rose of Nara - WoI / Rubus

Thursday 12 of November: La Vie En Rouge - Marissa / Chev

Friday 13 of November: Do Not Cry For Me - Heavenly_Pearl / Covenmouse

Monday 16 of November: Under the Red Moon -Sailor Silver Ladybug (Tori) / Final Key

Tuesday 17 of November: Red Lips - Eldmund/Christine

Wednesday 18 of November: Another World - Satine / Vestal Spirit

Thursday 19 of November: Crow Escam Gratis Peccata Dimittit - Guppy / Charlie

Friday 20 of November: Tremble Do Those (Who Unveiled the Light) - Huinari / Koameratsuhime

Monday 23 of November: Sanguine Potion #13 - Shnuggletea / Mochi

Tuesday 24 of November: By Any Other Name - Rae / Cap o Rushes

Wednesday 25 of November: A Picnic with the Eye of Jupiter - Ellorgast / Eli

Thursday 26 of November: I Dream of Venus - Cluckster / Lyrhia

Friday 27 of November: Roll For Initiative - Nimiane / Wils

Monday 30 of November: Lipstick & Louboutins - SCG / Blunotte

Tuesday 1 of December: Over and Over Again - Kanadka / Smoking

Wednesday 2 of December: Red Like Roses - Chu / Koameratsuhime

Thursday 3 of December: The Equivalence Principle - Kanadka / Shadowsphere21

Friday 4 of December: The Seed of Sin - Serpent In Red / Vanessa

Monday 7 of December: Madison Avenue - Beej / Joker

Tuesday 8 of December: Red Heart of Flame - Mochi / Astraearose

Wednesday 9 of December: Roses, Hearts, Blood - Fades / LizLee

Thursday 10 of December: The Crimson Millennium - VenusUnchained / Lyrhia

Friday 11 of December: Red Moon - SororityDiva / Artimas

Monday 14 of December: Masque of the Red Death Ghost Story - Samus / CosmicCommander & JupiterLor

Tuesday 15 of December: By Mountain and Sea - Thalia / Rosecopter

Wednesday 16 of December: The Blood on her Hands - Adrianna / Artimas

Thursday 17 of December: Cursed - Charlie / Lyrhia

Friday 18 of December: The Cup - Zellie / Minakosaino

Hopefully everyone is as excited as us!!!

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multifandomforthemostpart · 4 years

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Ironstrange - Alone

Tony had never cried alone before, and he didn't like it.

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There had always been someone there for Tony, someone to pat his back, hold his hands and wipe away his tears. To whisper soft words of comfort, that his world would not be dark forever, sweet nothings and lies that slipped through his broken mind so fast he didn't notice. Who it had been had varied on the time and place. The main four on rotation were Pepper, Bruce, Rhodey and Peter

Yet here he was, slumped against a wall in his basement, sobbing his eyes out. Dum-E had respectfully turned away after he had shouted at him, and FRIDAY was hovering. Tony had come cascading down with a bottle of whiskey in his hand, almost smashing it against the glass. He wasn't drunk, just tipsy, but the consumption was enough to tip him into a bucket full of sadness.

But they weren't here, his four horsemen, to keep him from diving into the darkness of his mind. Pepper was on a business trip in Cali and Rhodes was in Africa doing some volunteer work with the military. Bruce was off world, hopefully with Thor somewhere, and Peter had been whisked away with Aunt May on a brief two week holiday to Australia, where they had promised each other they would have FUN and there would be no spidermanning around Sydney. Tony had packed a suit for him, though, a nanotech unit hidden in his watch, which he had been reassured by Happy that he wore consistently and was taking with him.

"Where are you?" He asked nobody. He wasn't even directing the question at anybody, because he knew where everyone was. He knew that they weren't here, and he was. He knew that he needed mending, but this time he was going to have to mend himself.

Last time he'd been trusted to mend himself, he'd ended up hurting himself more, with a particularly sharp blade in the bathroom that he could create interesting patterns with.

He let out a sob and then covered his mouth immediately.

"Sir, would you like me to contact Miss-" FRIDAY, the ever caring AI, was quick to jump onto Tony's emotions, but he wasn't up for it.

"No, no, Pepper's busy. So's Bruce, Peter and Rhodey. Don't ruin their....their time off," Tony blinked. God. When was the last time he'd had time off? Gotten away from this house, New York. For a break away. It must have been years.

Time off. It was an apt description. Pepper was working - so it wasn't 'time off' per se, but it was time off from looking after Tony and his quirks. Most people's quirks are weird habits, but Tony's are horrifying nightmares and frequent mental breakdowns due to constant panic attacks.

"Should I call 'Capsicle', then?" FRIDAY asked, and Tony's heart lurched.

"NO! No, no please. Don't call him." Tony had had trouble getting over his thing for Captain America, but him stabbing him in the chest with a shield and running off with his childhood boyfriend really drilled the nail into his head. Steve did not want him. Obviously, though, they weren't talking. It was just too awkward. Steve wasn't the kind of person to be comforting anyone with tears, yet alone Tony.

"Miss Romanoff?"

"No," Tony winced as his voice cracked. Crying to Nat, with her blatant spy face. Not a fan.

"Happy?"

"With Peter." Not that the kid knew that....

"Mr Barton?"

"No!"

FRIDAY continued to list people who she thought could be a comfort, until it was just getting ridiculous. She must be pulling random names off the Internet.

"Beyoncé?" was her latest, and Tony let out a laugh.

"Ha!" He wheezed, taking a swig of the whiskey. "Sure she'd love to help me! Anymore?"

"Of course, Sir. I think...Dumbledore."

See, the pensiveness in the AI before suggesting the name should have let him twig what was about to occur, but Tony was still obliviously tipsy and not fully aware of his AI's capabilities. She was playing an intricate game here, and it was working.

"Yes! Yes, call Dumbledore. I think he could give me some solid advice about who to kiss next. Although that childhood crush of his....messy one," Tony rambled to himself. He'd been reading a lot of Harry Potter fanfiction out of pure boredom. Peter had 'accidentally' left the movies here for him to watch, inside was a detailed list of things for him to read, titled 'Mr Stark's list of guilty pleasure reading late at night'.

"Calling Dumbledore," FRIDAY announced, and the phone noise sounded.

"Hilarious," Tony chuckled, but it kept ringing. "FRIDAY? FRIDAY Dumbledore isn't real you can't-" A flash of memory went through Tony's mind, a sudden cold, sobering effect that made him go suddenly very very panicked. "SHIT! FRIDAY! CANCEL! SHIT! CANCEL!"

But a low, sleepy voice came from over the phone. "Hello?" It seemed very unenthusiastically confused. "Stark?"

Shit. Tony had never heard Stephen's Strange's voice when it was sleepy, and he really, really liked it. This is not the time, Tony! You're getting an early onset of an attack, not fantasising over another Avenger!

"Hi," he replied sheepishly, trying desperately to mask the anxiety. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you wrong number, would you?"

"No," Stephen said smoothly, shuffling around as though he was sitting up.

"Well see, I was trying to call Dumbledore," Tony began. Okay he can't do this, he can't mask it, he's going to have to either have a panic attack over the phone or hang up really rudely. Fuck.

"How drunk are you?" Stephen asked.

"I'm not...that drunk," Tony's voice was getting slightly laboured now from breathing so oddly.

"Are you okay?" The doctor seemed genuinely concerned as to his wellbeing. "You sound like you...just did a run or something."

"No, I'm just," Tony gasped. Shit his breath was vanishing and he didn't even know WHY.

"Just?" Stephen prompted. "Stark?"

"I'll," Tony breathed, "'ave to call you back."

And he hung up the phone.

Tears spilling immediately, a bad combination, he failed to regulate his breathing. The four would often try to do it by counting with him, a technique which apparently only worked when he had others with him.

He was trying to ignore the fact that Stephen Strange was an actual Doctor and any Doctor knew basic panic attack symptoms.

Come on, Tony. Come on! One little phone call and all this harm? Can't you tell your body that this time it needs to just fix itself?!"

And then, not even a minute later, there was a warm hand on his shaking body, a comforting low tone murmuring to him. Stephen Strange, Master of the Mystic Arts, Sorcerer Supreme, Former Neurosurgeon, also one of his slightly animosity-filled relationships.

But fuck this wasn't he'd wanted the evening to go down, not at all. There was another bottle of whiskey in the alcohol fridge that he had been planning on consuming, not having to explain himself to a doctor.

"Tony," he muttered gently, and Tony jumped slightly. Hearing the wizard call him by his first name was a privilege that Tony never really got. The doctor began rubbing a hand back and forth on his shoulder as Tony's sobs wracked his body. He didn't even know why he was crying at this point, but he turned to the Sorcerer and buried his head into the man's pyjamas: he hadn't even given himself time to change out of them, which allowed for a rather hot (although blurry, from tears) bed-head look. The hair was stuck up on its ends and Tony relished in the warmth that Strange offered, snuggling in.

"Let's get you to bed," Stephen commanded, picking him up bridal style and looking at him....it wasn't a hateful look, nor exasperated, it was...tender.

FRIDAY and Tony directed Stephen to the right room and he was plonked on the bed, Stephen standing awkwardly next to it. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"The panic attacks? Um...maybe. Can you...lay here with me for the night?"

"Sure," Stephen smiled softly, clambering onto the poster bed and looking at him intently.

"I don't know why I had that one. I'm not scared of you, so maybe it was the thought of upsetting someone this late at night or, or losing you as a friend or maybe just being alone...I don't really know," Tony wasn't slurring his words, but they weren't 100% clear.

"Were you drinking tonight?" Stephen queried, a slight reprimanding mask worn on that worried face.

"Whiskey. I had....about 3/4 of a bottle. It's good stuff, of course."

"And...uh, how long has it been since you've slept?"

Tony grinned, "1."

"1 what? Hour? Day?" Yes, he supposed that would be the normal assumption.

"Month," the doctor's eyes shot up suddenly and he seemed intent on getting Tony to sleep ASAP.

"Don't make me," he warned, holding up a finger very close to the other man's face. "Please," he pouted.

"Nightmares?" Stephen persisted.

"Yup. Bane of my existence, I swear to God."

Tony found himself staring into the wizard's eyes, getting more and more enticed.

If Stephen was Dumbledore....did that make him Grindelwald? If so, did that mean he was the villain, the mass murderer? Fair, he supposed, he had done some pretty bad things. But then again, leaving a child in a neglected home wasn't something he'd done.

What was most exciting was that Stephen was staring back, into those whiskey eyes as though he was reading his soul. He probably was.

They began to gravitate closer together and Tony's cheeks flushed the further he went. Biting the bullet, he decided to just bloody kiss the man.

"Anthony," Stephen whispered when they had separated, in a voice that made him want to capture those pink lips again. Fuck. Stephen.

Wait. Didn't Stephen...have a girlfriend? Was he therefore cheating on her with him?

"Shit- Strange. Christine, your girlfriend. I-I'm sorry, that was a mistake, I apologise. I won't mention it to anyone I'm sorry." Tony panicked.

"Seriously?" Stephen looked at him pointedly. "It's like you've never interacted with me enough."

Well certainly not like this, Tony reflected as Stephen aimed for another kiss. But he wasn't sure he wanted to kiss him if he was keen of the whole thing of adultery...Tony was never a cheater, just a playboy. But if the Doc wanted to settle down...

"Stephen...I-" Tony murmured, pulling away. "I don't feel comfortable doing this with you having a girlfriend."

"Anthony Stark, I'm gay, and single, and have been for several lonely years. That kiss you saw with Christine was her one attempt at her trying to see if I loved her, which I do, but platonically. Please, for the love of God, just kiss me."

And so, they did, not declaring many feelings, just declarations that the other was so hot.

Oh and Tony did whine when Stephen pulled away, taking this circumstance to pull out all the stops, including the pouty face, but all he got was cuddles as Stephen stroked his hair to get him to sleep.

He slept, but it was plagued with tantalisingly dangerous dreams, nightmares he woke up panting from and multiple tosses and turns.

But Stephen stayed.

And maybe, just maybe, Tony thought, maybe he wouldn't be alone anymore.

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rumpelstilskenlovesfanfic · 4 years

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Of cocoa and fire

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Word count: 1.3k ish

Warnings: Some snark and swearing.

Summary: My entry for @arawynn’s Festive Winter Wonderland Writing Challenge! I am posting this from my sideblog, hope that doesn’t bother you too much (main is @rumpelstilskinxoxo) Thank you so much for hosting and for allowing me to participate!!! 💕💕💕

My prompt was “Want some cocoa?” and I also went with the mobster AU because I am a sucker for it and always wanted to give it a try.

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„Here you go, a hot chocolate with peppermint. Enjoy!“ You carefully hand over the steaming mug to the grinning little girl before watching her wander off with her parents further into the little Christmas market in front of the local hospital.

They truly outdid themselves this year: There was a booth with cotton candy and candy apples and chocolate covered fruits, a grill with hamburgers and sausages, a booth with all kinds of christmassy cookies, DIY tables with lots of tinsel, glitter and holly. A little carousel, Santa Claus as well as a snow fairy to take pictures with, so the children who don’t celebrate Christmas can also have a cute holiday memory framed. A little petting zoo from the local shelter to find some animals a new home. A very wholesome affair, all in all.

As a physician at the hospital, you volunteered your free evening to help out, currently manning the hot cocoa station with your friend and coworker Christine, who ran off finding some more peppermint sticks. Turning around, you noticed someone standing off to the side of the booth.

„Want some cocoa?“

The man just barely turns his head to you. There is a deep scowl on his otherwise handsome face, and he is wearing all black - expensive looking coat and suit, a scarf for fashion rather than warmth, a signet ring catching the light. „We have dark chocolate, milk and white, as well as a vegan option,“ you smile while listing the options, hoping to spread some holiday cheer. A deeper scowl, you notice two large figures looming behind him like shadows. „There is a lactose free one as well?!“

„Do I look like someone who drinks cocoa?“ he sneers, taking you aback, because this is a fun little Christmas market, there really is no need to be hostile. Patience is for patients so you have none for him and his attitude. „Well maybe it’d help with that frown on your face, you know, chocolate and it’s endorphins and all,“ you say rolling your eyes, turning back to the mugs behind you.

He scoffs. „I’d watch that tone, don’t you know who I am?“ You look over your shoulder, now it’s your turn to frown. „No, I don’t, and with that attitude of yours I don’t feel like I am missing out.“ He opens his mouth to answer but you’re not finished and fully turn back to him. „Honestly, what is your problem? And what a stupid question? Have you ever heard someone say „Don’t you know who I am“ and thought “well no but you sound just delightful, I’d like to find out“? Yeah, me neither.“ A snort from behind the man makes his scowl impossibly deeper. „So if the holiday cheer is bothering you so much, I have a simple suggestion: don’t be here.“

You make a movement with your hand indicating the market around you, then straighten shoulders and step to the other end of the booth, where a couple was looking over the menu. When you’re turn around again, the man and his shadows are gone. But Christine is back, and now she is sporting a scowl. What is up with everyone today?

„Erm, what were you talking about with James Barnes of all people, don’t you know who he is?“ She sounds almost irritated, making you scoff. „Why do people keep saying that? No, I don’t know who that is and he was pretty rude, so I couldn’t care less.“

„What did you say to him?“

„I told him to fuck off.“

Christine shrieked. „What, why would you do that?“

„What is your problem, he didn’t want hot chocolate in the first place so it’s not like it was bad for business!“

„That was James Barnes.“

„So you mentioned.“

„He is a fucking mobster and is rumored to basically run this whole city,“ she whisper-yelled.

You snort. „I’m sorry, did you just say mobster?“

Christine nods, which makes you full on laugh. „Where am I, in a CW show all of a sudden? Do we have to save the hospital in a dangerous game of violence and broken trust while family secrets pile up?“

You rolled your eyes. Christine just hushed you and looked around anxiously. „Will you be quiet, who knows who works for him around here!“ Her concerned tone made you look around, too, before shaking your head at her.

„You are seriously telling me that we have a mobster in our midst who came to this market to - what, check up on his assets?“

„Well maybe not his assets but his company sponsored the carousel and most of the food.“

„That doesn’t sound so mobster-y to me.“

„Well rumor has it Macavity Inc. is just a front for all kinds of shady stuff.“

„I’m sorry, what?“

„Officially he is the CEO of his company, Macavity Inc. …“.

„As in Cats?“

„What do you mean?“

„You know, the musical! Cats!“

„I don’t think I’ve ever seen it.“

You hold your hand to your heart in mock shock. „Chris! That is an educational gap that needs to be closed asap!“

Christine sighs.

„Anyway, there is a character named Macavity and he is literally the law-evasive bad guy.“ You laugh, starting to sing, „Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity - He's broken every human law, he breaks the law of gravity.“

A fit of giggles interrupts your performance. „Seems to me this mobster is very extra. And I highly doubt that no on in the NYPD has seen Cats so that must be very frustrating, him basically telling them that he is doing illegal shit. You know, via music.“ More laughter bubbles out of you. „I do respect his flair for the dramatic.“

Christine gives you a concerned look, whether it is for the mocking of the notorious mafia boss or the ongoing giggle fit is hard to tell.

..........

It was pretty late by now, most of the patrons had left already and you were cleaning up the booth and packing away the mugs when a sudden scream made you look up.

„OH MY GOD, FIRE!“

You saw one of the nurses frantically looking around, making you spring into action. Grabbing the water bucket from the washing up, you ran to her, yelling „Wanda, careful, the hay!“

There was a decorative bale of hay next to the table which had caught on fire and it was dangerously close to burning as well. Suddenly someone pushed past Wanda and grabbed the bale, pulling it forcefully and away from the flames. You emptied the water on the fire before Wanda threw a thick blanket over the table as well, extinguishing all the flames.

„Phew, how the hell did that happen?“, you asked, running a hand through your hair.

„God I don’t even know - one moment I was putting supplies in a box and the next there was this fire, I guess I must have bumped the table and a candle fell over, I -„ Wanda sighed, putting her face in her hands.

You wrapped her in a hug, „It’s okay, nothing happened, are you hurt?“ you rubbed her arms soothingly.

„No, no I’m fine.“ She took a deep breath. „And everything was going so well up until now!“

„Don’t worry, everything still went well, no one got hurt.“ You gave her a comforting smile. “And the market was such a success, happy faces and holiday cheer everywhere!”

You gave her arms a reassuring squeeze, then turned around to see who had grabbed the hay bale, possibly preventing the fire department from showing up. “That was some quick thinking...”, you stopped in your tracks as you saw who it was: the snappy man from earlier, now dusting hay of his coat.

The maybe-mobster looked up. „You reacted very fast as well“, he sounded almost impressed.

„My sister is a fire fighter, I picked up a thing or two from her stories.“ You were still a bit dumbfounded and not sure what to make of him not only still being here, but preventing Carol from showing up as said firefighter.

He straightened, looking at you so intensely you almost squirmed. He gave a curt nod to Wanda, then spun around and walked away, leaving you stare after him with a puzzled look on your face.

“Thanks, by the way”, you called after him. He raised his hand to acknowledge that he heard you, but otherwise kept walking and vanished between the booths.

“What the fuck just happened?”

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unproduciblesmackdown · 5 years

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another reason jere and chris’s relationship is written well (see always: it’s not that hard!! ugh!!! super simple things to do but no we have to have a zillion horribly-handled empty guy/girl relationships!! why not) is just that like.....it doesn’t do that exasperating thing where the girl who is being crushed upon just needs to Notice the guy in the last 10 minutes and it will be like “wow yeah we’re dating now” like the only way to have a positive relationship at all is to be like well i’m your girlfriend now

but like, jeremy and christine actually have A Relationship Development over the entire course of the musical And there are strong suggestions that they have a very parallel experience in terms of how they Like each other, despite jeremy being the one who starts out with a crush while we don’t have reason to think christine has a crush on him at the start of things, but it sure seems like she does start to have this genuine interest in jeremy the whole time even if she isn’t necessarily thinking of it in that way the entire time

like ilpr is a solid and genuine foundation showing that christine can be herself in jeremy’s presence, not even independently of his feedback either, i.e. if he hadn’t responded as positively as he had she probably wouldn’t have been as genuine and open as she was. and we get to see that jeremy experiences this and totally enjoys it, that Reaction when she gets super worked up with the punches and voice all I!! LOVE!! PLAY! REHEARSAL!! is golden thank you william....and like!! they’re kindred spirits!! christine isn’t ~too good~ for him b/c she’s Popular (since she isn’t even officially in the popular group, not even later on when she’s dating jake and considering Jeremy to be popular), it’s that jeremy thinks Absolutely Everyone is too good for him b/c he thinks he’s fundamentally deficient/inferior just As A Person somehow...”like i’m some Normal handsome guy” is really a hell of a verse....anyways the point is that jeremy is in his heart a christine-esque person in terms of the way christine is So Passionate and weird and dramatic and loud!! but jeremy isn’t really aware of this at the time and trying super hard to repress everything abt himself and in being drawn to christine he is recognizing that Quintessential part of himself w/o realizing it

ANYWAYS and at the end of the rehearsal scene jeremy feels put out like once again there’s been a takedown / i just wanna know that christine is aware i’m alive....but she IS aware he’s alive and he HAS made a positive impression on her, he just like, looks at jake as the Epitome Of Popular super appealing guy, (see: jake/jeremy...), and sees himself as the total opposite end of that spectrum, how could anyone like him when jake’s around, and being in such a negative / failure-expecting / self-loathing place that his perspective is skewed and he can’t see that it Wasn’t a total failure in terms of getting christine’s attention

and then! a guy that i’d kinda be into is all like “oh look here’s this love song between christine and jeremy” but then it’s like “syke!! it was christine and jake” but it’s not Really a psykhe because it’s a love song within a love song with the “i guess a part of me etc” section. and jeremy definitely Feels that in the moment but then again gets such whiplash and the whole thing in his mind is eclipsed by once again having it confirmed for him that she’s into jake. but like, of course it’s easy to see why her relationship with jeremy is developing at the same time as she’s interested in jake, b/c there’s no reason for that to be impossible and yknow, once again christine feels like she can be genuine around jeremy and share her real thoughts with him and she Wants and Likes to talk with him.

and yknow it doesnt help that the squip steps in and is like “its hopeless christine will never like you unless you totally remake yourself” and such, but still, it’s actually going along okay, and jeremy hasn’t even needed the squip to do it. yeah the one incident of him kinda cheating by getting the squip’s help is saying him having a whole Thing at the mall was performance art, but then really it’s all just cancelled out when the squip has jeremy say that he has no reason to join the drama club save his thespianism, and christine is evidently a bit put out by that “why ELSE would i be here”

and then yknow seeing christine liking jake, the center of the whole popular group, and with the squip telling him he needs to be more like those Most Socially Successful people, natch jeremy believes he needs to figure out how to cut it as a ~popular guy~ and then goes off and does that for the rest of act 1 while christine and jake do their own thing

but then Oh The Couch Scene..........it’s so beautiful. and the squip is off and jeremy feels like he’s Messed Up when his impulse is silly and weird....but that’s what he’s really like!! and christine vibes with it and it becomes most obvious that that part of him, the actual Genuine Jeremy part of him, is what’s led him to have what’s arguably his most successful connection with her, just based on sitting down and talking for a second and making each other laugh......like, it Sure Is Something that jeremy learns that christine already thinks of him as popular but just seems to think this divides him from her......this subversion in which now christine thinks of jeremy, who’s supposed to be the loser geek whatever with the unattainable crush, as the out-of-reach Popular Guy......and i like that christine thinks jeremy’s been getting it on with everyone but it just turns into them laughing about her pun. b/c whether he had or hadn’t it’s nice to know christine would not take real issue with that lmao......it’s a great time for someone to express some respect for jeremy’s autonomy. and well anyways!! they have their heartmelting reprise and like. it’s not that christine tells jeremy she doesn’t actually like him and at that point i’m fairly sure that she’s more Aware of possibly maybe liking him. but like!! similar to him she’s been trying out a slightly different version of herself, and it’s just now hitting this roadblock b/c jake in his element here hosting a party w/ all the other popular kids has to be more like his ~Usual~ self than his “i’m also trying new things” self that led to him dating christine.....and, yknow, it’s a lot at once when she’s conflicted abt her and jake and her own sense of identity in general and like, regardless of how she feels about him, right in that moment still at the party of course she’s not gonna feel confident that yes let’s immediately jump into this new relationship. but that doesn’t mean she Doesn’t like him on her own b/c. yknow, their relationship is slowly developing in the background for her even as she focuses on these other things. b/c that’s how it goes sometimes!!

and then yknow the house burns down and everyone’s even more conflicted about everything and jeremy telling christine abt being squipped just freaks her out b/c like, surprise, and b/c yknow, now all these interactions between them which felt very genuine (and were!! the squip doesn’t really direct jeremy at all even if part of the time knowing that it was there gave him this confidence he wouldntve otherwise had, but ilpr / the couch bit was a wholly unsquipt affair) seems like maybe jeremy was just parroting the squips instructions the whole time, and it’s easy to see how that feels like a betrayal, have i said this exact thing before? idk. and then, yknow, her kind of being like “jeremy wtf” is a moment of calibration for him but oh no the squip’s going rogue!! etc. but the fact that it upsets her means her interactions with jeremy held real value to her

and then yknow The Play......first of all? jeremy having the squip for a while means that it’s glitching him up, screwing with his voice and movement, but its still not capable of entirely overriding jeremy’s own commands. thus, presumably, it’s not possible that christine’s 30-second-old squip would be able to force her to do or say something she didn’t want to at all, despite the fact that like, clearly it’s not natural, i really doubt it’s just like the squip mecha-piloting christine’s body and voice. it’s all a bit fuzzy b/c yknow, jeremy’s squip is at the center of the network and everyone’s is being synced to his, and so it seems like jeremy’s squip could tell other ppl’s squip what to do maybe, but it’s hard to say how it truly operates b/c a) chaos and b) jeremy’s squip, a Known Liar, c) is now lying more than ever to try to drag jeremy past the finish line of its plan

but anyways my point is that like. obviously without everyone being squipped, christine at that point would not have just suddenly declared her love for jeremy, and jeremy always Reacts to the weirdness of this and that it doesn’t seem right. but! a)! totally think christine does have her own crush on jeremy at that point. and!! wildly relevantly!! b) the squip just beamed lore from rich’s head (his locker combo) right into jeremy’s via their link, so? if the goal of jeremy’s and christine’s squips was to convince christine asap that Being With Jeremy Would Be Ideal?? why NOT give christine access to jeremy’s real actual feelings for her. she would need convincing anyways, clearly she was just mad at him 3 seconds ago, clearly she was questioning whether any of what she might have thought jeremy felt for her was real!! so it would only work in their favor to let her Know what jeremy’s actual thoughts and feelings are. and then, yknow, if she’s got THAT issue of thinking he wasn’t genuine resolved, and if having her own squip has her like, immediately able to understand why jeremy wanted to have/keep one, and if she’d already had her own Real Feelings for jeremy in the works, and with how she’d probably be questioning her own judgment extra hard anyways thanks to the stress and confusion of the whole Fire problem on top of the vulnerable place she’d already been in re questioning her relationship which she got into while questioning herself.....not super wild to see how she could be convinced vs the squip must totally be forcing her and doing a total system override

but anyways even if, yknow, it IS all of christine’s real feelings at that point like the squip assures him it is in some versions, jeremy recognizes that he doesn’t think it Should be happening this way even if it is supposedly working out in his favor. and then he proves that he’s not gonna let christine stay caught up in his mess and that he prioritizes her like, being allowed to be her own person vs them getting to Be Together, and just icing on the cake that he’s willing to sacrifice himself in a very real way to do that, b/c natch he doesn’t know that the chain reaction thing will happen.........and well then anyways vimh very obvious and even though it’s The Next Scene jeremy’s been legit comatose for however long and christine’s had some time to reflect on events w/o even having the pressure of it being possible to interact with jeremy and been able to make up her collective mind......and anyways the point is that in a lesser piece of media it’d be like “wow thanks for helping me out jeremy, i’ve truly never noticed you but now i’m like cool nice let’s kiss”, but instead it’s that the play and the moment of truth between them and the aftermath is all possible b/c of the way their relationships been developing and the way their individual journeys and their feelings for each other have been awfully parallel in many ways and it’s fitting b/c of that kindred spirits thing and what’s the point of this post? idk. it’s me saying imo christine lowkey has a crush on jeremy already and that this is a way better story than doing the “i didn’t even consider us friends but One Thing happens in the last 20 min to make me go ‘jerry??’ and yeah let’s date now”

what’s my conclusion.......uhhh.......they’re Valid

#bmc

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You can’t fix everything

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Words: 4k

Warning: angst

Tags: @fuckthatfeeling

Request: requested by anon:

“Hi again, it’s the same anon of the Tony Stark x reader. I totally get why you turn it down, actually I was expecting it (but it worth the try😉) So, could you write instead a one shot with the same pairing, nothing precise in mind but angsty pleaaaaase ?😁😍”

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It had been a long rainy day in the British capital. The fifth day in a row that you got home completely soaked because it looked like you couldn’t remember to take your umbrella with you. The moment you walked into your apartment, next to Regent’s Park, you sent a quick text to Tony letting him know you just got home and proceed to take a hot shower. You knew you were on the brink of catching a cold, so you tried your best to keep yourself warm when you were indoors. Not an easy task when your long black hair was always damp.

You had gone to London almost two weeks ago for work. Your boss had sent you there hoping to close an important deal that would ensure a huge benefit for the company. At first, you had no idea why he would send you, when there were much better negotiators than you at the firm. Nevertheless, when you walked into Hoffman’s office for your meeting you knew the reason and it disgusted you.

Wilson Hoffman was the kind of business man who thought his money could save him from everything. Including a harassment lawsuit. The way he looked at your legs and your cleavage ever since you set a foot in his office was enough to know why you were there. Your boss wanted Mr. Hoffman to know what kind of people worked for him. And, by people, you meant women. Disgusting.

That evening, when you were back to the apartment you had rented, you called your boss. You didn’t even care about getting fired. You couldn’t believe he was literally using you as bait to close the deal. It was degrading, humiliating and you hated it and him for making you do it. Just like you assumed before calling him, it didn’t matter how offensive you thought it was. ‘I’m your boss, you’re my employee and you have a task to fulfil. I expect results by next week’, was all he said before he hung up.

Next call you made was to your boyfriend Tony, who had to stay in New York also for work. Of course, his work was different than yours: he had to complete reports, do a lot of paperwork and train with the team. You wished you could be an Avenger as well, but you were far from being a hero or having any special skill. When you told him what had happened, he immediately threatened with ending your boss’ career. Of course, you talked him out of it and managed to calm him down. Still, the next two weeks were a huge bump in your relationship and the text you found from him when you walked out of the shower was proof of it.

I don’t wanna talk to you. –T

You read the text twice with a frown, getting worried immediately. What could have happened? Was he okay? Probably it was just a bad day. Although it was strange. He always talked to you. It didn’t matter how awful a day was, he would always talk to you either to talk about it or to distract himself. He would never keep you out of it, which just made you worry even more.

After having an internal debate with yourself, you ended up dialling his number. Sometimes he needed a little push to start talking. Maybe it was one of those cases.

“What?” His cold voice said on the other side. You frowned and looked at the phone, wondering if you had called the wrong number. No. It was him.

“Tony? What’s wrong?” You asked.

“I don’t know. You tell me”, he said. Once again, you looked at the phone. Were you really talking to Tony?

“I tell you?” You half laughed. “What is it? Bad day?”

“Seriously?” He said. You were getting more and more confused. “How’s Hoffman?”

“Being an asshole, just like yesterday and the day before” you shrugged. “Where is this coming from?”

“Have you been with him until now?”

Finally, you were beginning to understand. You knew Tony had been jealous ever since you told him the real reason your boss had sent you there, but you thought you had made it crystal clear that you hated the situation as much as he did. Obviously, you were wrong.

“Yeah, that’s kind of my job here” you shrugged. “What is this about, Tony?” You sighed rubbing your forehead, knowing you were going to have to be the adult here.

“What is this about?” This time, he was the one almost laughing. “I don’t know. You’re on the other side of the fucking world, where your jackass boss has sent you to seduce another guy. One that, according to the research I’ve made, has had multiple harassment lawsuits. You have to spend the whole fucking day with that asshole and all I get from you is a good morning text in the fucking day?” He snapped.

“Babe, you know how busy I am” you frowned closing your eyes. “I know you don’t like this situation. Neither do I, but what can I do? This is my job”

“Quit” he simply said, making you roll your eyes.

“I can’t do that” you replied.

“You can’t quit your job but you can fuck an asshole just to close a stupid business deal?” He snapped. You opened your eyes, trying to comprehend what he had just said, what he had accused you of doing.

“Excuse me?” You said, hoping he would apologize.

“You heard me”, he said instead. “I hope it’s worth it, at least” he said cynically.

“I can’t believe you” you mumbled shaking your head. “You really think I’d do that? Even if I didn’t have you?”

“I don’t know (Y/N)”, he said. “All I know is that I have no fucking clue on what you’ve been doing all day”

“Working!” You exclaimed, getting angrier by the second.

“Right” he laughed sarcastic.

“Okay, Tony, feel free to think whatever you want” you said. You weren’t willing to be insulted like that. Not by Tony Stark or anyone. “Whenever you come to your senses, you can call me. We’ll see if I’m willing to talk. Goodnight”

Before he could say anything, you hung up the phone and turned it off. You were furious, you felt insulted. How could he think something like that? You had been in a relationship for almost three years and he never had any reason not to trust you, you never gave him one, and now he came up with this? When he had been the one appearing on front covers of magazines every week with a different rumour he had to deny? No fucking way.

***

It had been a week since that last call and you hadn’t heard from Tony. At least not from himself, but just four days after that fight, you found photos online of the infamous Tony Stark partying and leaving one of the most exclusive clubs in New York not only wasted, but with a model on each arm. You tried to swallow the lump that was formed in your throat, but all you managed to do was cry yourself to sleep that night.

You couldn’t believe he had decided to throw a three-years-relationship out of the window out of unfounded jealousy. But he did. You even were naïve enough to believe he would try and reach out to you to tell you how sorry he was about everything, about the fight, the photos. He would probably say he wasn’t himself, he was hurt, and you would have ended up forgiving him. But those were just fantasies.

By the end of the fourth week after your departure from New York, you were back on a plane and you hadn’t heard from Tony. Bruce had texted you a couple of times, asking how you were and begging you not to trust those photos. But you just couldn’t ignore what you had seen. Plus, Bruce was one of Tony’s best friends, of course he would stand up for him.

It was almost midnight when you opened the door of your apartment in Broadway. You turned on the lights and left your case by the door before taking off your coat and scarf. You had changed the rainy London for the snowy New York. You preferred the latest. You kicked off your heels and unbuttoned the first two buttons of your blouse before heading to the kitchen, where you opened the fridge and took a bottle of white wine. Just like you liked to do, you filled a glass and sat on the counter facing the huge window that covered most of the kitchen and living room, facing Central Park. This sight always gave you the sense of peace you needed at the moment.

You didn’t know how many time you spent sitting on the counter, but when you jumped back down of it, the glass now empty, you felt your butt and the back of your thighs completely cold because of the marble of the counter. You walked to the phone where you had already seen the familiar red light letting you know you had messages in your machine. Three to be more precise. With a sigh, you pressed the button to hear them while you unzipped your skirt.

The first one was from your mum, from last night, reminding you your brother’s birthday next week. He had planned a family gathering in Chicago with his wife and the kids and had also invited Tony. You’d see about him. The second one was from your best friend Christine, from that morning, saying how hangover she was but she thought she had met the man of his dreams. Probably the third that month. You chuckled to yourself as you heard her rambling about how beautiful his green eyes were. The message ended with her telling you to call her asap. The third one was from that afternoon. It was the shortest one and you were shocked to hear Tony’s voice coming out of the machine.

“Call me when you get home, please”, was all he said.

You stared at the machine, waiting to hear something else, but all you heard was the beep signalling that there were no more messages.

What was that? Two weeks not knowing from each other and he know wanted that you called him after he had been an asshole? He should know better. You weren’t going to call him, nor text him. If he wanted something, he would have to call you or show up at your door. Otherwise, you weren’t going to make any efforts. Not anymore.

***

The last month had been a nightmare. At first, after he did some digging in Hoffman and found out that kind of man he was, he kept on having those flashes of you with him. It was driving him crazy. He would wait staring at the phone every day, waiting for a text or a call that let him know you were okay. The later those texts and calls were, the more jealous he got. What if that man was taking advantage of you and there was nothing you could do? Maybe you were even enjoying it.

Finally, he snapped. You two used to fight several times every week, but usually over stupid things that would be solved by the end of the day. You had never been without talking to each other for more than two hours, let alone two whole weeks. But it happened and he realised how much he needed you, how much he missed you, but the Stark ego was way too strong to let himself call you and apologize. Even when he knew he had been wrong all along. Instead of trying to behave and making it up for you, he did what he was best at: fucking it all up. Waking up to find those photos of him everywhere felt like a bullet through his stomach. There was no way you wouldn’t see those photos and, once you did, it would be over.

He had to call you. He knew it would be for the best, it was the only way to fix everything. But what was he supposed to say? He had messed it up. Big time. He even went by your apartment to check if you were back but the doorman said he hadn’t seen you. Even the team was mad at him for how he had behaved and they were right to be. He was a mess.

Finally, he decided to swallow his pride. Sort of. He wouldn’t dare to call to your personal phone, but calling to your apartment and talking to your machine would be different. The problem was that he didn’t know what to say. He didn’t want to talk to you over the phone, he wanted to see you. He wanted you to look at him and see that he was truly sorry. That it wasn’t all an act. So he just left a message telling you to call him when you got back. And then it was time to wait.

And so he did…

Two days after he still hadn’t heard from you. Were you still in London? When you left, you said it would be for a month. And the month was over already. You should be back. But why hadn’t you called him back?

“You’re an asshole, Tony”, Natasha told him one evening after training. “Why don’t you just grow some balls and call her? For real this time?”

“She won’t pick up” he replied simply.

“And what makes you think she will call you back if she has heard your message?” She asked.

Tony gulped and looked at the redheaded, who looked at him with a stubborn look on her face. Maybe she was right. Maybe you were too mad at him to even call him back. Maybe you were back, you had listened to his message and had deleted it without seconds thoughts. Maybe you were getting over him. The thought was like a punch in the stomach and a kick on his chest.

“What do you suggest, then? That I beg?” Tony tried to laugh. He never begged.

“If you have to” Natasha shrugged. “If you really love her, Stark, it is time that you swallow that damn pride and ego and go talk to her. Maybe she will shut the door on your face but at least you’d know she’s done with you”

“Do you always have to be so crude?” He frowned.

“Do you always have to be such a jerk?” She replied with a small smile.

***

Going back to the office had been a hell. Everybody knew you were Tony’s girlfriend –or ex-girlfriend, you weren’t really sure at the moment- and, of course, everyone had seen those photos that were published. Whispers were all around from the moment you stepped out of the elevator the first morning after your return. On the bright side, you had managed to close the deal you were sent to close, so your boss was all over the moon with your work. That didn’t stop you from tell him not to ever send you on such mission ever again. If he wanted to seduce someone, he could go himself.

“Good evening, Alfred”, you said as you walked into your building and smiled at the doorman. A mid age man with white hair and a kind smile. You wondered why he wasn’t retired, since he obviously had the age to do so, but he also seemed to love his job.

“Good evening, Mrs Jagger, how was your day?” He said with the same smile he had been sharing with her for the past six years.

“It was good, thank you”, you smiled back. “Did I receive anything?” You asked.

He turned around to check the mailboxes he had behind him and looked for your name. Of course, he didn’t have to look longer since he knew exactly where yours were. He took out a couple of letters –probably some bills- and a small package.

“Here it is”, he informed handing it to you. “Can you sign this, please?”

“Of course”, you signed the form that said that it was you who had took your mail and then put everything in your bag. “Thank you so much, Alfred. Have a good night”

“By the way, Mrs Jagger, you have a visitor”, he quickly informed. You frowned confused. “It was Mr Stark so I just let him go up”

You clenched your jaw and nodded before thanking him and making your way towards the elevator. You couldn’t blame Alfred for letting Tony go in. It had been a long time since you gave him a key to your apartment and Alfred knew who it was. Also it wasn’t the first time he would come home before you arrived from work, so it wasn’t strange for Alfred that the billionaire came out of nowhere.

As the elevator made its way towards the 20th floor, you started to think about what he had to say. You honestly expected him to apologize, but you also knew him and his pride. It wasn’t too likely to happen, which just made you wonder even more what he would say.

As you made your way to your apartment, fiddling with the keys, you felt yourself getting nervous. This had been the first time that you had spent so many time without talking to each other. Usually your fights would last a couple of hours. This one had been different and you both knew it.

“Hi”, he immediately said when you opened the door. He had been waiting by the window, probably looking down at the park, and had turned around the moment he heard the keys.

“Hey”, you replied.

You two looked at each other while you walked in, hanging your purse next to the door and leaving the keys inside its bowl. Just like you did every day, you kicked off your heels and walked into the living room not breaking eye contact.

“What are you doing here?” You finally asked, not willing to spend more time than necessary with him.

“We need to talk”, he said. You nodded and walked towards the kitchen, walked around the aisle and opened the fridge to get some water.

“You can start” you shrugged after taking a sip from the bottle.

“You got nothing to say?” He frowned, not moving from where he was.

“You are the one who accused me of fucking someone else out of nowhere, Tony”, you replied as calmly as possible. “If you don’t trust me after all the years we’ve been together then I have nothing to say. You know the kind of person I am and you know I would never do what you accused me of”, you shrugged. “And there are no photos of me drunkenly stumbling out of a club with a woman on each arm” you pointed out as well to make clear that you had seen those.

“I was wrong” he said, like that would forgive everything.

“I know you were”, you sadly laughed. “When did you exactly realise that? Last night? This morning?”

“A long time ago”, he mumbled now looking at his feet. You nodded to yourself.

“So let me get this straight” you said putting the bottle on the counter. “We had a huge fight because you thought I was fucking someone else after I didn’t text you or call you, right?” You asked. He nodded, even though he didn’t need to. “And then, soon after, you realised you were wrong. Instead of calling me and trying to fix this, you decided to…not calling nor texting while I was on the other side of the world trying to close a stupid business deal with that man?”

“I know I should’ve-“ he tried to defend himself, but you weren’t done talking. He was going to listen to you.

“Yes, Tony, you should’ve called and apologize for those things you said to me out of nowhere” you nodded. “How many times have I forgave you after rumours came out? How many times have I chosen not to listen to the gossip, the news and everything? It was a weekly thing, Tony, but I trusted you and I knew you wouldn’t do that to me, even though I had reasons to think the opposite”, he gulped. “But then you accused me of having sex with Hoffman just because I didn’t text you? You’re fucked, Tony”, you laughed. “How can I trust you when, instead of trying to fix everything, you go out and party your brains out and do whatever I don’t know what, with whoever I don’t want to know?”

“I did nothing”, he quickly said.

“And I’m supposed to trust you why? Because you say so?” You asked. You knew he wanted to say yes, or nod, but it would be too hypocritical. He just looked away. “Not this time, Tony” you shook your head. “You’ll have to do way better to try and fix this.”

“Wait”, he said and looked back at you. “Are we breaking up?”

“Do you really think we were still together after not talking to each other for two weeks and after those photos came out and after you accused me of cheating without reason?” You asked.

You would be lying if you said you had everything thought. You didn’t. Everything just came out looking at him, but you felt much better after saying them. Maybe you weren’t sure about breaking the relationship, but you knew you needed more time for yourself and reconsider everything. Trust was everything for you and you didn’t know if you could trust each other.

Tony felt like a hole had been opened beneath his feet as you said those last words. He really thought this was just a fight. A big one, but he thought you two would work it out like you always did. And now he felt lost. Tony Stark was completely speechless for the first time in a very long time.

“(Y/N) we can… we can work this out” he said walking over to the counter to be closer to you. But you lifted a hand, making him stop. “Okay, you need space. I can give it to you, but please…” he begged. “Don’t end this” he said. “This is the only thing stable in my life. I don’t know how… how to function without you” he shook his head.

“Stop” you said looking down at the dark marble and took a deep breath. “Tony, you don’t get to fix everything you break” you mumbled. “Sometimes… you have to let it go, let it cool down and…” you shrugged. “Who knows”

“So you need a break?” He asked.

“Tony, we’re done” you said looking up. “I don’t know how I’ll feel in a month, but right now I can’t be with you. Not when you don’t trust me and I don’t know if I trust you enough” you said with honesty.

“Nothing happened with those women!” He exclaimed.

“What about the next time we have a fight and you decide to go out?” You asked. Once again, he had no answer. “Exactly”, you nodded. “Just… give it time. We’ll see what happens in the future” you shrugged.

“Please…” he mumbled.

“Go, Tony” you said closing your eyes, since it was getting harder and harder to kick him out of your apartment and your life. “Please”, you added when he didn’t move.

Tony looked at you, realising that maybe he really couldn’t fix this problem. Maybe he really ruined it, the best thing that ever happened to him. He should’ve called you, he should’ve texted you, he should’ve swallowed his pride and put his ego aside. Instead, all he did was pushing you away until you were out of reach.

He nodded and, slowly, started making his way to the door. Maybe you would change your mind. But when he opened the door to let himself out, he hadn’t heard your voice. Silence was all around him and he didn’t know if he would ever hear anything ever again.

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