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Slumber Party - Steve Harrington x Reader x Eddie Munson | part I | part II | part III | part IV

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Summary: Following Steve's hairbrained scheme, he and Eddie get you to crash at the Harrington House for a slumber party, changing your relationship forever

Contents/Warnings: reader wears steve's shirt and eddie's jacket, confessions, requited love, fluff, cheeky eddie and steve, lots of teasing

A/N: if you're under 18, this is the last part of this series! if you're over 18, there will be one more, pretty much completely smut, that takes place just after this :) you can expect that sometime soon!

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The trash bag in your hand rustles as you shake air into it. There’s a surprising amount of garbage to clean up after a friends-only pool party, but you suspect some has been there for longer than just tonight.

Like the crushed, stained red solo cup that peeks out from underneath one corner of Steve’s couch.

It crunches under your fingers and you realize it’s sticky, your face scrunching into a grimace, “Steve, when’s the last time you cleaned in here?”

He looks over from where he’s scraping half-dried pizza cheese off of a couch cushion, “Jesus, I think that’s from freshman year.”

“Not even my place is that bad,” Eddie brags, though it hardly works as one.

“I found a chocolate bar cemented into the floor under your bed,” Steve stands tall, an eyebrow raised accusingly at Eddie, “We both have our problems.”

You snicker at their lighthearted banter, “Gross, guys.”

Then they’re whirling on you, and you wish you’d kept your mouth shut.

“Oh,” Eddie gushes, a hand over his heart in a dramatic display, “You never leave empty milkshake cups in my van. You’re soooo clean!”

“Dude,” Steve lets out an incredulous laugh, punching Eddie theatrically in the shoulder, “She leaves ‘em in my car too! I swear there’s like twelve in the backseat, and she doesn’t even sit there.”

“Guys!” You flush, shoulders slouching as they tease you, “You’re both so mean.”

You don’t expect either of the things that happen next. You don’t expect them to share a glance, meaningful in the slight nod that they offer to each other and the raise of their eyebrows. And you definitely don’t expect them to start forward, rushing around you for a tight group hug.

“We’re sorry, honey.” Steve croons, his slightly toned arms winding tight around your waist from behind, his voice soft and sympathetic, “We’re just teasing.”

Eddie’s ringed fingers come to rest on your cheeks, tugging your face inches from his own as he kisses the soft skin of your forehead.

“You can leave allll the trash y’want in the van as long as you keep gettin’ in it, baby.” Eddie promises, his voice a hair raspy

Your head is spinning. Your knees threaten to give out, and you swear that Steve’s hands pull your hips back dangerously close to his clothed cock on purpose. It’s everything you’ve ever wanted all at once, which means that you can’t process any of it at all.

Eddie’s lips linger against your forehead, which means that your view is his neck. There’s a smear of what you think is food coloring from the cookies that you made earlier, staining a spot just below his Adam’s apple. What you don’t see with this view is the glance that Steve and Eddie shoot each other over your head, sly smirks on the both of their faces as you grew more and more flushed under their touch.

“Our little baby,” Eddie glances down, cooing sweetly at you, as his lips hover inches away from your own, “Can’t tease you at all, huh?”

“‘Gets you all uptight…” Steve adds, his voice husky over your shoulder while his hands squeeze at your hips, “You’ve gotta learn to loosen up, honey.”

That does it.

Your knees go weak, and you pull away from them. You slip out from their grasps, the chill that ran up your spine the moment they embraced you now spreading throughout your whole being as your skin hit the air.

“I- I’m gonna go take out the trash,” You hold up the barely-filled trash bag in your hand, brandishing it at them as a half-assed explanation, “Bye!”

How are you supposed to go back in there? Steve had practically dry humped you, Eddie was inches away from kissing you. They’d called you their baby, told you to loosen up. It felt like the beginning of a porno, and yet frustration strikes you as you remind yourself it meant nothing at all.

Steve is the natural boyfriend type. He’s all lovesick smiles, acts of service, and gentle touches. Eddie is outgoing, chock-full of affection that he expresses in less-than-conventional ways. You’re no stranger to cheek kisses from the pair, to late nights in their beds with their shirts on your back, to hands-on-thighs that drift higher than they should.

But god, how much more of this are you able to take? How many more nights can you spend in their beds, tucked into their chests like a real couple? How many more times can Steve’s fingers brush your inner thigh, or Eddie’s hand drift down south during a hug before it’s too much? Before you actually start believing it, before it’s more than just a friendship to you?

Not much more, that’s for sure. Your heart pounds in your chest as you recall their hands on you, and you make your decision. You need to leave, now, before you give yourself away.

“Mission accomplished.” Steve’s grin grows lazily over his face, his hands hanging off of his hips, “She almost fell over.”

“I would’a felt bad,” Eddie admits, remembering the heat radiating off of your cheeks as he cupped them, “I just can’t believe she tricked us for so long.”

“I.. I guess it was hard for her, or something.” Steve’s voice loses some of its cocky luster, “She really fought hard to keep it a secret.”

“Yeah,” Is all that Eddie can murmur as you slip back through the sliding door. The two boys turn to you expectantly, confident grins on their faces that they try to mask as casual.

“Soooo,” Eddie draws out the word, “Harrington and I were thinking it would be kinda fun to have a movie night. You in, sweetheart?”

Steve doesn’t bother letting you answer before he lays it on thicker, “No one made that popcorn we bought for today, so we can have it now, and I’ve still got tapes from the last sleepover we had.”

They wait expectantly, self-assuredness practically oozing from them. But you gnaw the inside of your cheek while they talk, shrinking in on yourself slightly when the offer is proposed.

“Actually, no. Not tonight, guys, I..” You pause, mouth open but devoid of words. You rub a tired hand down your face, “I’m sorry. Just.. not tonight.”

Their faces drop.

For a harrowing moment, they believe they have it wrong. That your blushing was out of embarrassment, not out of longing. That your tensing was because of discomfort and not anticipation. That maybe, just maybe, you don’t like them at all.

“Why not?” Steve gets himself together first, his voice now cautious and soft.

“I don’t feel like it.” You mumble, but both know you’re lying.

“Is there something wrong, Y/N?” Eddie feels strange not using a pet name, but with the guarded look in your eyes, he’s not sure it’s a good idea to go with baby.

“I’m tired from swimming,” You weakly attempt to fool them, but you realize now that the closeness you’re trying to evade is the reason you can’t. They know you inside and out, and you can’t lie to them.

“Me too,” Eddie snickers, “We’ll just crash here tonight.”

“It’ll be a sleepover,” Steve adds, one eyebrow raised hopefully at you, “You sleep here all the time, honey. C’mon, please?”

You need to say no. You need to politely decline, excuse yourself, go home, and face-plant into your pillow. You need to scream, you need to kick your feet, you need to giggle, you need to squeal, you need to call your friends while laying on your stomach on the bed. You need to twirl the cord of the phone around your finger while your legs bounce back and forth in the air behind you. You need to freak out.

“We can watch Grease,” Steve presents his final offer, the one he knows you won’t be able to say no to, holding the vhs up tantalizingly before you.

You take a moment of silence for the willpower you’ve just lost, mourning the end of your sanity and the victory of your delusions, “Okay, I’ll stay.”

The grins on their faces lit up the dark little spot in your brain. The one that told you you aren’t good enough for either of them, let alone both like you fantasize about.

Eddie shoots towards you like a rocket, his arms wrapping around your waist as he tackles you back onto the couch. It rips an incredulous laugh from your throat, one that warms Eddie’s chest and prompts him to kiss your forehead.

“Knew you’d come around, pretty girl,” He coos at you, pinning you to the sofa cushions. His words reignite that flutter in your belly, as does the chill of his jewelry on your bare skin.

“Jesus Eddie,” Steve gripes, his face popping into your view as Eddie hovers over you, “Don’t crush her before the movie even starts.”

Eddie rolls his eyes, an expression that leaves you giggling, and pushes himself up off of you.

“What I’m hearing, Harrington, is that I can crush her after the movie starts.” It seems like both a threat and a promise, and Steve scoffs at Eddie’s cheeky grin.

“Y/N,” Steve peers around Eddie who’s still crowding you against the couch, “You need a change of clothes?”

You glance down at your coverup, the sheer fabric revealing your still-damp bathing suit beneath.

“Yes please,” You really don’t know if you can handle one of Steve’s hoodies that you normally take, nor do you think you’ll be able to slip into a pair of his boxers without losing your mind. Apparently Steve doesn’t have that in mind, though, because he reaches for the hem of his own shirt, yanking it off of his head without a second thought.

His chest is exposed, bare and smattered with hair. The air escapes your lungs and you suck more in, your strangled gasp catching both boys’ attention.

“You okay?” Steve holds the shirt out to you, his chest bared, “You look like you’re about to collapse.”

You are about to collapse. You swear that the shirt hanging limply from Steve’s hand has some sort of forcefield around it; an aura. It makes your knees buckle and Steve has to throw it over your shoulder for it to be in your possession.

You see Eddie opening his mouth, no doubt about to put the pieces together of your little crush, one of them at least, so you scurry off, the shirt nearly falling from your shoulder as you do.

“I’m gonna go change!” It comes out squeaky, higher-pitched than you want it too, but you’re too overwhelmed to care. You rush to the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind you so hard it nearly breaks the hinges.

“Shit,” Eddie snickers incredulously as the bathroom door shuts behind you, “Good thinking, man. Y’had her frozen.”

“I didn’t think she’d take it,” Steve admits sheepishly, cupping the back of his neck and letting his clean-cut fingernails dig into the skin there, “‘Thought maybe it was going too far.”

“This is going too far,” Eddie urges, plopping down onto the couch with an unceremonious thump, “That’s the point. She’s not gonna do shit on her own, so we gotta-”

“Do you have any pants I could borrow?”

Both men turn to the bathroom with wide eyes, catching your head stuck out of the doorway. The rest of your body is shielded by the door, and each man mourns their own loss of the visual.

“Uh, no clean pairs.” Steve bluffs, scratching his nails over his chest, itching at nothing in particular to draw your eyes to the action, “Sorry, haven’t done laundry in forever.”

“It’s fine.” You come out of the bathroom now, offering him a sweet smile so that he knows you’re not mad at him, “‘S just a little short, that’s all.”

You’re right. When you step out of the bathroom, the shirt shifts over your legs with every step you take. It rides up your thighs, exposing bare skin that neither Steve nor Eddie ever dreamed they’d see of you. Eddie’s the one who pulls out of his trance first, hovering a hand over his waist.

“If you really want me to, I can pull a Harrington and slip outta my boxers. That’s what you normally wear at mine.” He grins cheekily at you, his thumb hooked into the hem of his pants, “Sound good?”

“No!” You shriek indignantly, giggling at the image, “Then you’d be pantsless!”

“And would that really be terrible?” He groans, tipping his head back against the sofa cushions and displaying his throat. The skin stretches thin over his adam’s apple and your eyes trace the bulge in his throat as it bobs, “I think we’d all enjoy that.”

“Speak for yourself,” Steve grumbles, chucking the VHS case for Grease at him, “If your dick ever touches my couch you’re buying me a new one.”

“Oh please,” Eddie starts, fiery and revved up, “Like you wouldn’t be-”

“Guys!” You throw up your hands, looking between the two of them with mock annoyance, “Shut up, the movie’s gonna play!”

And it does. Grainy footage springs to life over the VCR, displaying the opening sequence of Grease that you eagerly paid attention to. You tugged Steve down beside you, sinking into the cushions near Eddie. The latter wriggled closer to you, matching Steve’s distance, which was to say there was no distance between any of you anymore.

Eddie’s thigh presses flat against your bare one, the joggers that he’d used after getting out of the pool baggy and loose against his leg. Steve’s got jeans on, the rough denim flush to your other thigh, as the two sneak their arms around your shoulders.

“Smooth,” You tease them, and Steve even throws you a fake yawn, the classic first date move. You can’t deny the butterflies that stampede through your stomach at the playful flirting, and you wriggle into your seat, getting comfy between them.

One of your hands rests on Steve’s upper thigh, your fingers curled into the loose denim as you watch. Eddie’s head rests on your shoulder, his hair tickling your face as he makes cracks here and there about the film. Both are fun to watch movies with. Eddie jokes the whole time, picking apart terrible production choices and whistling whenever someone looks good on screen. But Steve watches, laughing when he should and biting back a smile when he shouldn’t.

You can’t help but feel, sandwiched between your two best friends, unfortunate crushes brewing for both of them, that this is only the beginning, your beginning. It’s a concept that tugs at your heartstrings, that ignites hope in your chest, because maybe if they’re holding you like this, maybe if they’re loving you like this, they could do it like you want them to. They could hold you more, differently. They could love you more, differently. Everything you have is perfect, and somehow you’re still wanting more, something different.

You aren’t sure you’ll ever be able to get enough of either of the boys beside you. Steve, all soft smiles and sarcastic insults, and Eddie, lively and playful. Each one brings something new to your life, something invigorating that seeps into your brain and gets you hooked like an addict. You’re absolutely certain that your life would never be the same without them, which is what makes you so hesitant to confess.

But here, snuggled up to the both of them with Grease playing on the Harrington’s television in the low light of the living room, you feel safe. You don’t need to confess, you don’t need to pull away to keep yourself safe, you don't need to do anything at all. All you can do is enjoy this, enjoy them.

You hope they feel the same way. You’re always quick to doubt yourself, write off flirty banter as a joke, or assume they’re like that with everyone. But they’re not, you're special and you know it. It’s a fantastic feeling, being special, even more fantastic when you’re special to those that you find special. You decide you quite like the feeling, burrowing back into their embraces to soak in it some more.

“‘Gonna lose you in the couch if you keep that up,” Eddie quips, “Must be pretty cozy.”

“I am,” You admit without hesitation. Perhaps its the exhaustion from swimming, or the haziness seeping into your brain from their warm embraces, but you don’t feel much like hiding anymore, “‘Love you guys.”

Eddie freezes against your shoulder, and Steve tenses. All at once it comes crashing down, their miniscule reactions clearing away your giddiness and confidence in a split second.

You stay silent, your eyes locked onto the screen, your cheeks burning. It’s not the first time you’ve said it to either of them, but it’s the first time you’ve said it now, wrapped up intimately in their embraces. It’s different, and everyone knows it.

“Yeah?” Steve prompts you, “We love you too, honey.”

“Lots.” Eddie adds, shifting his face so that it’s buried in your neck instead of facing the television, “Probably a little too much.”

He punctuates his sentence with a smattering of soft kisses to the soft skin of your neck, ones that run a shiver up your spine.

“Eddie,” You breathe, and he stops hesitantly.

“You want me to stop?”

Everything in you screams no, but you say yes.

You shift away from him, consequently into Steve, and turn to face him. He looks timid, anxiety brewing in his pretty brown eyes.

“What are we?”

It’s a vague question, but it’s thick with meaning. Steve contemplates how to answer, not sure if he wants to lead in with a joke (‘teenagers’), or blurt out his feelings, (‘soulmates’). Eddie does it for him.

“You want us to be together,” Eddie’s voice is soft and meek, nearly scared, “Right?”

“Together…?”

“Together,” Steve finally finds his voice, strong and low in his chest, “Like, for real, Y/N. We know.”

They know. They know. They know.

It runs rampant in your head, a mantra of your humiliation as you sit frozen between them. You’d rather be literally anywhere else, the upside down for fuck’s sake.

“We want it too.” Eddie promises, tentatively reaching out a hand to rest it in your lap, “Shit, I- I thought I was gonna decapitate this Chili guy for getting too close to you.”

“Pineapple was on my shit list.” Steve admits, “Can’t believe it was Munson.”

“Oh, likewise.” Eddie cranes his neck to peer around your head at Steve, “I mean, red hot? I guess in those stupid little scoops shorts…”

“Eddie,” Steve glares sharply at the boy, reaching around the back of your head to smack Eddie upside his, “Focus.”

“Sorry! Sorry,” Eddie grins at you, mirth in his eyes, “But that’s.. That’s what you want, right sweetheart?”

You look at them. You look at Eddie, doe eyes wide and hopeful, hands braced eagerly on your thigh. You look at Steve, uncertainty clouding his gaze, his arm tightening its grip on your shoulders. You look at them, lucky in love, and nod.

“I do, I- I really really want this.”

The admission clears a weight off of your shoulders that’s been there for years, leaving you lighter than air. Your smile grows effortlessly, a soft giggle escaping your mouth as they both surge forwards.

They knock heads, their expressions scrunching from grins to grimaces, and you take each of them by the jaw.

You press a kiss to the side of Steve’s head, where it had run into Eddie’s, then one to his lips. He’s clearly shocked by the gesture, because his eyes widen and he can’t seem to shut them for the entirety of the kiss. You pull back, another giggle escaping you at his incredulous expression.

“Fuck,” He breathes, “I didn’t- I didn’t think you would do that.”

“Well now you’d better do it to me,” Eddie wastes no time in baring his head, tucking his chin to his chest to give you better access to his life-threatening injury, “Kiss!”

You comply as butterflies ravage your tummy, flitting this way and that, their pretty wings brushing the walls of your stomach. You swear there must be thousands as you pop a kiss to Eddie’s messy hair, then let him tug your face to hover in front of his. He practically lunges for you, lips tasting like popcorn you’re sure he snuck while you were in the bathroom.

He’s not as polite as you were with Steve, going back for more each time you think of pulling away. Finally you have to murmur at him, your words muffled by the kiss, “Eddie… Eddie? Eddie!”

“Jesus,” Steve yanks Eddie away by the collar of his shirt, a blush still redenning his cheeks from when you’d kissed him, “Let her breathe, dude.”

Then he seems to realize his loss, scrunching his face up, “His was longer than mine.”

“You went first!” Eddie insists adamantly.

“Not the same,” Steve is the one to pull you in this time, fitting his lips perfectly against your own. As if two kisses hadn’t been enough to turn your stomach inside out, the third had you melting, your hands falling from each of their jaws.

Steve’s just barely pulling away when you feel Eddie’s lips on your cheek, turning to face him and bumping noses. He takes the opportunity to peck your lips once more, and you realize you’re about to be smothered if you don’t take action now.

“Okay,” You giggle giddily, wriggling out from where you’ve sunk into their embrace, “Okay, so, we’re together now?”

“Yes,” Steve nods, his teeth on display as he grins, “That feels nice to hear.”

Eddie nods vigorously, “Even better when you consider we’re alone here for the weekend.”

“Eddie,” You chide, swatting bashfully at him, “So pervy!”

“Oh, come on,” Eddie laughs incredulously, “I mean, it’s not a bad idea!”

“It’s not,” You sigh resentfully, wishing you had the willpower to deny him, “But I wanna finish the movie first!”

“Okay!” Eddie mimics the pattern of your voice, pinching you teasingly in the side, “I can already tell it’s gonna be hard saying no to you.”

“He already doesn’t say no to me.” You gesture to Steve, then press an apologetic kiss to his rosy cheek when he grumbles about it, “Lets me get away with whatever I want, huh Steve?”

“Yeah, yeah.” He gripes, “It’s not my fault you’re too cute to say no to.”

His sappy admission makes you squeal, and it puts a smile on Steve’s face. You catapult onto his chest from across the couch, snuggling your head into his neck while your legs wind around his waist, “You’re so good to me, Steve.”

“‘Course I am,” He puffs up proudly, pressing a kiss to your hairline, “What kind of boyfriend would I be if I wasn’t?”

Boyfriend. The word, although foreign, feels familiar, something you’ve known for all of your time with him. It describes Eddie perfectly too, who’s scooting across the couch to kiss your nose as your cheek presses against Steve’s chest.

“Alright you two,” Eddie groans, but smiles sweetly at the both of you, a harmless tease, “Let’s actually finish the movie? You can hold her for now, Steve, but I swear to god the second we put another tape in, she’s mine.”

“You’re gonna have to take her from me,” Steve threatens, his arms tightening around your waist as you play along, clinging to him, “I’ve waited for too long not to enjoy this.”

“You can enjoy it until Grease is done.” Eddie warns again, narrowing his eyes at you when you stick your tongue out teasingly at him, “Then you can be the sad, lonely one.”

The words ‘sad’ and ‘lonely’ tug your brows down, and you crane up off of Steve’s chest to pucker your lips at Eddie. He surges forward with a bright smile, kissing you sweetly this time letting you go within a reasonable time.

“Sweet girl,” Eddie coos at you, watching as you snuggle yourself back into Steve’s nack. He leans down himself, bracing his back against the cushions behind him as he tentatively rests his head on Steve’s shoulder, just beside your own, “Are you even watching the movie?”

You can’t see it anymore, now facing away from the tv. But you are facing Eddie, and that’s more than enough to keep you occupied. Steve’s hand brushes slowly, soothingly over your back and your lashes flutter dreamily, Eddie’s grin inches from your own.

“No,” You shake your head slightly, the movement burrowing you further into Steve, “I’d much rather watch you.”

Steve lets out a teasing scoff at your cheesiness, pinching you lightly in the side, “You’re a sap.”

“Shut it, Harrington.” You take on Eddie’s nickname for the man, pushing yourself up onto his chest to glower threateningly at him, “Don’t make me cut your turn short.”

“I’m sorry!” Steve dramatically apologizes, clutching you tight, “I’m sorry, don’t go, I love you.”

The familiar phrase warms your heart, and you settle back onto his chest with a content sigh.

“I love you too,” You respond to Steve while looking at Eddie, both men feeling the overwhelming affection oozing off of you, “More than anything.”

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dreamgirledward · 6 months

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19 for the asks ♡

hehe yay ty <33

19: What part of filmmaking do you find most interesting (ie. sound design, costuming, set design, etc)?

well since im a film editor right now (still crazy to actually say), i have to say editing!! post production has always been magical to me, ever since i learned what editing was when i really young. it's the thing i notice first whenever im watching something, and will nitpick in my mind lol. but as i was also a bit of a dweeb, i spent hours watching behind the scenes commentaries/features on all the dvds we had (and where i could find on the internet) so that means i do have a strong love for various aspects. saying i love directing is basically just the low-hanging fruit option soooo i wont even mention it lol. I think good sound design is also like magic and sound editors deserve way more credit, and I could listen to my favourite costume designers talk about their craft for hours. set design is also something ive loved paying attention to for a long time, something i learned to appreciate even more when i was taking drama (and served as set designer a few times). im also obsessed with the art of practical effects. ive worked on set a ton throughout school and i LOVE set culture, and that love has made me appreciate even more aspects of filmmaking but i truly couldnt live that way forever :') it's so fun and like another world and you create a little family on set but it's also exhausting and unsustainable and the pay is AWFUL (if you get paid at all) when you're a student/just starting out. so this is slightly unrelated to the original question but a lot of the stuff i do love (and have grown a huge appreciation for) aside from editing is mostly on-set work

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hueningshaped · 2 years

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wizkiddx · 3 years

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heyheyhey idk if u do req but love your dad tom stuff! PLZ PLZ do tom helping his kids with homework but cant do it and reader has to help and its all fluffy 😩💕

ye im down to do req and this had me going completely ott cos its v cute (and a lot less angsty than what ive written recently aha) so apologies for my ramblings:

Summary: tom has the kids for a day and maths homework throws a spanner in the works - tomhollandxreader

implied smut + v slight reference to porn but basically just fluff I promise xox

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Tom had dealt with a lot of whining today. Nova and Leo were the absolute joys of his life, there was no doubt about it. Of course, he also loved you a hell of a lot too - sometimes to his detriment though, hence the position he was in now.

You’d had a busy week at work and he had been away for the first half of it - leaving you as an almost single mother to a 5 and a 7 year old. So completely fairly, you’d asked if he wouldn’t mind watching the kids for a the day on Sunday, allowing you to go to a friends baby shower. There was no answer but to agree, Tom loved quality time with the kids and he wanted you to kick back and relax with you friends too.

However the afternoon had not been nearly as idealistic as it were supposed to be in his head. You had left him only one real job (apart from the unavoidable essentials of keeping the kids alive with food and water, something you’d hope he need not be reminded about now). Really it shouldn’t of been that hard, it was just each kid had two pieces of homework. After convincing and cajoling the kids into sitting at the table which he’d already set up with Nova’s ‘Liverpool FC’ and Leo’s ‘captain marvels’ pencil case, the English was easy.

In fact 5 year old Leo took great joy out of writing a poem with his Dad, which basically involved trying to rhyme any word with another - especially when he tried to convince Tom that all his completely fictitious words were real and worked together. A personal favourite had been ‘snakes’ and ‘palakes’ which Leo was convinced meant pancakes - arguing so vehemently Tom almost started to doubt himself on basic English.

Thankfully though his eldest and most sensibly child eventually took him out his misery. If anyone had any control over the Holland boys, Leo and Tom - it was the Holland girls. You and Nova had both boys completely under you spell, often taking advantage of the fact too. It was only when Nova got bored of hearing Tom and Leo mock arguing, interspersed with the little boys giggles that Tom tried his absolute hardest to keep a straight face at, that she swooped in.

“Stop being silly Leo, mummy told you he’s not good at school!” She looked oh so innocent, eyes immediately flicking down to continue the little short story she was happily going on with. In response Tom scowled, knowing your highly curious and intelligent daughter had asked you (for one reason or another) why he was not so academic. Yet instead of Leo bursting out laughing, instead he just nodded and accepted it too - making Tom scowl even more. Not even Leo thought it was a joke.

So apart from his children apparently taking pity on his simple mind, it was all going smoothly. Perhaps, due to the thankful fact your children had inherited their brains from their mother - something Tom was forever thankful for, until he was shamed for his substandard intellect in the family. Then again though, he was Spiderman. So take that.

Until Nova brought out her maths sheet. Then the afternoon quickly descended into chaos. It was fractions, something she hadn’t quite grasped from school yet - a concept that still hurt her head somewhat. Normally though it’d be fine, she’d bring the sheet to you and the two of you used ‘ girl power’ to figure it out… you prior experience as a tutor while in uni helping you know how to break through to her.

Unfortunately Tom didn’t share this same experience. Nor did Tom share a maths qualification… something that had evaded him completely during his schooling career. Of course, it had never been a particular issue, acting didn’t require the use of maths and algebra and Tom was in a very lucky position of being able to pay someone to manage his finances from a very young age. So no, dividing 2/3 and 3/7 didn’t come the most naturally to him. Or at all to be quite honest.

“I CANT DO IT AND GRACE IN MY CLASS COULD!” For context, Grace was one of her school friends, who forever liked to compare herself to the young Holland - especially because she was normally ahead. Nova had gone from quiet frustration, staring at the questions with her tongue sticking out slightly, to one of pure rage - yelling at her dad with tears in her eyes. Nova was normally incredibly intuitive, she always found it difficult when she couldn’t do something. Now, with a ‘teacher’ who was more useless than her - the frustrations inevitably bubbled over.

“Hey, we can work it out, just calm-“

“YOU CANT DO IT EITHER YOUR STUPID “ She was just young and frustrated, Tom tried not to take it personally but … it wasn’t always easy. Chiefly because this was the height of offensive statement Nova knew - this was her version of adult explicit language.

“Nova you can’t be rude.” He used his stern voice, something Tom very rarely used with his little girl. Though he never wanted to upset her, neither did he want her to think it was ever okay to be so rude to anyone like that- no matter how crappy at maths they were. It hurt him to do so but it was necessary - life lessons about the importance of being kind needed to be learnt. And it worked… if what Tom was aiming for was his beautiful baby girl’s eyes to brim with sparkling tears, her bottom lip quivering slightly.

Instantly Tom’s eyebrows drooped, trying to fight his natural reaction to scoop her onto his knee and reassure her everything was okay. But as you had lectured him many a time before, he had to put his foot down once in a while. So instead, the father and daughter were locked in a silence and intense eye contact, until Nova hesitantly began to speak.

“I’m sorry Daddy.” During which, Nova shoved her chair back, making it screech against the tiled floors uglily before running off up the stairs. Tom knew she was crying a lot. Knew this was going to take a bit of fixing.

With a sigh of his daughters name, Tom popped his head into the living to check on Leo who had already finished all his stuff. Seeing him completely zombified in front of ‘paw patrol’ on TV, Tom trudged up the stairs. He knew where she was, when Nova was upset she always hid in the corner of her wardrobe and cried in the darkness. So after steadying himself with a little internal monologue of how to approach the situation Tom walked in and sat down beside the wardrobe - knocking on the door slightly.

“Nova… can we talk please?” All he heard was sniffing echoing from the wooden chamber until she tried to shout through the door.

“Go-go… go away daddy.” It broke his heart, the way her voice wavered, making Tom pout - gently letting his head fall against the wardrobe doors.

“I don’t want you to be upset beautiful…. And you did apologise which I appreciate. You know why Daddy got angry right?” Her sniffles heightened before she muttered a quiet ‘yes’. “And you are sorry? Because that might’ve made me really sad too.”

“I’m s-s-sorry, I didn’t mean it.”

“Then that’s good and we don’t need to cry. You want a cuddle little one?” Before Tom could even properly get up the door was being pushed open by her little hands, revealing a tear stained face and big glassy eyes looking up at her Dad. Swiftly Tom scooped her up and out of the cupboard, whispering to her while she buried her face in his chest.

“Oh come here my little bean.”

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When you came home late that evening, only mildly exhausted from spending the whole day gossiping with your girls, it was weirdly quiet. All the lights were out in the front room, which made you close the door gently, thinking Tom had managed to exhaust the kids - and himself in the process. With a relieved sigh at the peace you pattered into the kitchen to get yourself a drink (it had been a little concern that Tom would’ve worked the kids into a hyperactive and delerious state that kept them up long past bedtime - which ultimately you’d have to deal with). The house was remarkably silent and though it was clear from the littered toys everywhere that it had indeed been Tom alone in charge, everything seemed pretty okay.

It was only as you were about to head upstairs to join your hubby in bed that you realised the study light was still on, streaming through the small crack in the doorframe. Assuming Tom had just neglected to turn it off, in otherwords Tom being Tom, you nudged it open with your hand. Surprisingly though, there was your husband, hunched over the desk, looking almost angrily focused - between the computer screen and a piece of paper below him. Normally you would’ve just assumed it was another script sent over or an edit Harry had sent of another screenplay they were writing together.

But no, the blatant red flag was the screen that you could see. A screen on YouTube, of a man pointing at a whiteboard of fractions.

So with a soft wrist you wrapped your knuckled on the side of the door, even if you had technically already entered the room. The reaction had you stifling a laugh, it was as if you’d caught him watching something *less PG* the way he jumped out his seat, closing the browser immediately.

“Love!! I -er … didn’t know you’d got back?”

“I just did.” You smiled gently, while walking into stand behind his chair, wrapping your arms round his neck and pressing a kiss to his jaw. “Soooo…. what’ca doingggg” The glee in your voice was evident, making Tom groan and shut his eyes.

“I hate you, you know that right?”

“No you don’t… but you were watching a primary school video on fractions, if I’m not so mistaken?” He sighed deeply, making a point of turning the paper with his scribbles over to obscure it.

“Nova’s homework.. she couldn’t do it and neither could I, so then she basically screamed at me for being thick and udseless and then had a breakdown.”

Now you felt guilty. This was a bit of a sore spot with Tom, he always for some reason felt inferior because of his academic ability. Which was stupid- mainly because he was the most clever and talented man you’d ever met. Just…. Just not at fraction.

“Oh T… you could’ve just left it for me to do with her, I don’t mind.”

“That’s not the point Y/n.” He snapped a little, shrugging your arms off him and spinning in the chair so he could face you. “She’s my daughter and I should be able to help her! It’s not like it’s that hard, it’s just I’m unbelievable thick.”

“Tom stop. Look - you can do this I assure you, it’s just been a long old time ‘kay? Your rusty and that’s only natural.”

“I really don’t think I could ev-“

“Can I teach you? It’s just the method and then I promise you’ll get it.”

It took a bit of persuasion but eventually Tom agreed, letting you pull the corner chair forward to beside his desk so you could demonstrate it to him. To be fair, he really could do it- just a bit of familiarising on the ‘stick-change-flip’ method. The way the lightbulb moment literally caused his face to light up; scurrying to do the question for himself, tongue sticking out in the process; then presenting it to you proudly - well it had you melting in your seat.

“See! That took all of 5 minutes and you got it.” You elbowed his side by leaning forward in the chair, which instead of letting go, Tom reached and caught, before pulling you up and round. You landed with you bum perched on the edge of the mahogany desk, Tom now stood up- his legs in-between your parted thighs - your feet hooking round the back of knees.

“It’s all down to my incredibly talented teacher.”

“No…. No I really don’t think it is” You mused with a soft voice, fingers instinctively going to the nape of his neck - twirling the little curls round your fingertips.

“Well even so… I think I could teach you a thing or two too.” Never one to mull on anything, Tom’s tone had immediately switched to something a lot more… mischievous.

“Not even going to ask about my day? Wheres the chat mr smooth?” He had to repress the grin at your smirk because as much as you infuriated the hell out of him - you also had this weird ability of making him feel so entranced and helpless. He relented with a sarcastic chime.

“Fine, how was your day love.”

“Good…. but I have a feeling you’re about to make it a whole lot better.”

That was all the signals he needed to lean forward, in doing so forcing you back until your back landed completely on the cool wood. His lips feathered yours, both hands pinned either side of your head.

“Oh darling… you have no idea.”

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Mirage (5/???)

Summary: When 2 weird men show up at your job asking questions about you, you run, right into Hydras arms, you have no idea what they did to you in there, the Avengers help you figure it out.

*AU right after civil war, Steve, Bucky, and Tony are friends, and Pietro is still alive.*

A/N: this is my first thing I’ve ever written, soooo, some feedback would be appreciated, Hi I’ve been gone a couple years, and now I’m back, sorry….

I started writing this a long time ago, so the first chapters suck…. sorry

Pairing: Avengers x mutant!Reader

Warnings: some language, torture

Italics indicate that she is thinking to herself

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You dream of your life in the hydra base, everything is tinted red. You see flashes of faces, good and bad. You see yourself training with another mutant, you knock him to the ground and put him in a headlock. The scene changes, you see yourself strapped to a table, with the Trench Coat British guy smiling over you as you scream. It changes again, you see yourself crying in a ball, in the corner of your cell, trying to keep warm. It changes again, you see the goons kicking you on the floor, after your first escape attempt.

All of these memories scream through your head, until suddenly they come to a stop on one image. The man with the metal arm being shot in the back, because you can't reach him in time. You run to him as he falls. You catch him before he hits the ground, and lower him the rest of the way to the ground. You roll him over to look at his face, but when you roll him over, instead of his face being there, its Mr. British. You scream and try to push him off you, but he grabs you and pulls out a gun, he shoots you in the chest and laughs. You fall backwards, but instead of hitting the floor, you fall through it, into complete darkness. It feels like you fall forever.

You wake up screaming, clutching at the blankets. Your eyes dart around the room, trying to figure out where you are. You see medical equipment, and hear a heart rate monitor beeping next to you. You remember, you're in the Avengers Compound, they saved you from Hydra. You relax into the bed and breath.

What time is it? You think, you look around again, now that you've calmed down. You see a huge window at the end of the room. Outside the window are trees, and a black sky, full of stars. So it's still night, how long was I asleep for? You sit up so you can see out the window better. You see a lake, and some lights below you. So I’m not on the ground floor, it's pretty here, quiet. You look away from the window and down at yourself, and notice that you aren't Natasha anymore, instead you’re a man, with hairy arms.

You gingerly try to spin your legs to the left, to dangle off the bed. It takes some effort, and a lot of pain, but you manage to sit on the edge of the bed. You start to slip off, so your feet touch the floor, then put a little pressure on them. Causing you to whimper in pain, but you push through it, as you've always done. You finally manage to stand on your own two legs, you look down to notice that your legs are hairy too, under the hospital gown. You also notice that there is a IV coming out of your hand, with a tube leading to a saline drip hooked on a metal rod on wheels.

You hold onto the rod for support, and take a step towards the window. But the heart rate monitor hooked to your finder stops you, you quickly pull it off, causing the monitor to have one long beeeeep, then power off. That will probably bite me in the ass later, but I need to see out the window. You slowly make your way to the window, each step a struggle. But you make it to the window, when you look out, you notice the trucks driving below you.

You look up and see the stars, they are beautiful tonight. Your eyes feel odd, so you close them, and rub them with the back of your hand, and when you open them again to look at the stars, suddenly you can see so many many more, you can see the sky as if we didn't have any pollution, or even an atmosphere. You can see the milky way, the whole galaxy. It's the most beautiful thing you have ever seen. Your eyes well up with tears, causing the stars to merge together, and yet, it's no less beautiful. You’re so busy looking up, you don't even notice that somebody else has entered the room.

“It's beautiful here isn't it?” Says a voice behind you. You squeak and whirl around, causing you to almost fall, and be in excruciating pain. The person rushes towards you trying to help, you look with anger in your eyes, ready to fight. But what you find is a concerned Dr. Banner, giving you the most confusing face. Your eyes soften, seeing that there is no immediate threat. You gain your balance, and stand on your own, shrugging off his hands, which you hadn't noticed before.

“It's not nice to scare people when they are zoned out.” You say in a fake scolding voice. But he just keeps looking at you with a weird face. “What's wrong Dr. Banner?”

“Hm? Oh, I'm just not used to walking into a room to find that I'm already in it.” He says with a little smile.

“What?” Is he a little crazy?

“Oh you don't know, you're not Nat anymore, now you're me. It's a little jarring. You can call me Bruce by the way.” He says looking you up and down.

“Oh! Sorry, when I dream I shift, and I must have shifted into you. Sorry.” you say then look at the floor in embarrassment.

“Nothing to be sorry about, but how do you look exactly like me, you even have my birthmark on your knee.” he says with a puzzled look.

“Oh, when I see someone, I can copy their face, their size, and any other characteristic I can see. But in your case, when I touch someone, or they touch me, I can become a perfect duplicate of them, I think it has to do with DNA or something.”

“Oh. But I didn't touch you?” he said with a puzzled expression.

“When you put the needle in my arm you did. I can shift into someone else if you want?” you say shyly, talking about your powers is always weird.

“It's fine, as long as you're comfortable.” he quickly reassures you.

“Cool.” you think for a moment before asking, “What are you doing in here so late?”

“Oh that, um, I told Friday to alert me if you woke up, so you wouldn't be scared. On that note, you really should lay back down.” he says in a quiet tone.

“You did that for me?” Confused as to why he would want to do this for a stranger. You start making your way back to your bed, leaning on the pole.

“Well yeah, you are my patient.” he says walking next to you. Suddenly your left leg decides it's time for a nap, and you start falling with a yelp. Bruce catches you with surprising strength. How did he catch me so quick? He helps you back to your bed, and you lay back down.

“Thank you, I don't know what happened, my leg just quit working.”

“No harm done. Are you alright, any pain?” he asks sitting at the end of your bed.

“I mean the bullet wound in my chest hurts, but the weird part is, it should hurt more. How long has it been since I got shot?” you ask, looking him in the eyes. His eyes are a very nice deep brown, with some bright green near the iris. Odd.

“It's been 3 days, but your wounds are healing at an accelerated rate, it looks like you got shot 3 weeks ago. Is that part of your powers?” he asks leaning towards you

“No last time I checked!” you say starting to worry about what Hydra did to you there.

“Ok, we’ll figure out why, but right now, you should sleep. Steve and Tony are going to ask you questions in the morning,” he looks down at his watch, then back up to you, “if you sleep now, you should get about another 6 hours before they come back.” he says in a reassuring tone. I can see why he's a doctor, he's so kind.

“I don't know if I can go back to sleep, I didn't have the best dreams before.” you say looking down at your hands, they are large, and strong.

“I can give you something to help you sleep better if you like, but only if you're comfortable, I don't want you to have another panic attack.” he says looking at you with concern.

“Will it give me better dreams?” you ask in a small voice, meeting his gaze again.

“Yes, promise, as long as you promise me that you won't have another panic attack?” he asks while standing and walking to a nearby cabinet, and opening it up.

“I think I can manage that.” you say smiling at him. He turns back to you with a small needle, and a band aid in his hand. He walks towards you and says, “You should lean back, this stuff works quick.” he cleans the area he's about to put the needle in as you lean back. “I will be here in the morning when they ask their questions.”

“Thank you, and thank you for being so nice to me, even though you don't know me.” you say smiling. When he finishes he puts a teenage mutant ninja turtle band aid on your arm. “Really? Teenage mutant ninja turtles?” you ask with a small laugh.

“What? I thought it was appropriate.” he says with a large smile. “Now try and get some sleep, I will see you in the morning.” he says while walking to the door “Goodnight Bruce, thank you…” you say, your words starting to blend together. He was right about this acting quick…

“Goodnight.” Bruce says while turning out the lights, he turns and walks out the door, closing it behind him. He walks back to the elevator, taking it to the recreation floor, where the crew quarters are. He walks to his room, and sits on his bed.

“Friday, please alert me when our patient wakes up.” he says then crawls in bed to sleep as well.

“Yes sir.” Friday whispers from the ceiling.

Back in your room

You smile to yourself, Maybe this place isn't so bad, Bruce is nice, I hope they don't think I'm hydra, I hope I'm not hydra…… *Snore*

Time Skip,

You wake up slowly, groggy from the drug Bruce gave you last night. Your eyes are too tired to open n, but your mind starts to work. You feel something, something is wrong. Your eyes pop open and land on a very angry, very tall, very scary, redhead standing in front of your bed with her arms crossed, glaring at you.. Oh shit. Natasha Romanoff!

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harrystyleswatermelon-sugar · 4 years

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Gas station encounter - Part IV

Part III

The next day I wait for him standing behind my window. When he pulls up outside I smile because he is too early. His black car is standing in the same spot than the day before, when he brought me home.

I see him getting out of the car and shooting a glance up to my flat, then onto his phone. He leans his back on his car and puts his hands in his pockets. He wears a black hat and a black coat with some brown Chelsea boots and dark pants.

When I close my door behind me I feel my phone vibrating and look at it. Harry sent me a text and I start going down. He smiles when I open the door and step outside.

“Hey there, how are you?” he asks and hugs me.

“Great, how are you? Ready to grab some coffee?” he nods and kisses my cheek.

“Sure, let´s go. I thought I would show you my favourite café. Believe me, they have the most amazing things” he promises and opens the car door for me.

The way to his café is not very long and when he finally found a parking spot a few streets away he looks at me.

“I apologize in advance. It is very likely that I am recognised and because you are an attractive woman it probably will be in the media tomorrow. Be prepared” he warns me and I shake my head.

“No worries, I can handle it I think” I assure him and he gets out of the car. I shut the door behind me and we walk next to each other in comfortable silence. He seems a bit tense but when nothing happens and no one tries to stop him, he relaxes a bit.

“So tell me, what happened to Anna? She told me yesterday, that she is feeling so much better and she might be able to go home? I thought she was on the edge of dying when I visited her the first time” he asks while he leads me towards the little café.

“There are moments when those miracles happen and I try to not question them too much. Her bloodwork is great, she doesn’t need more chemo and she feels better. Her vitals are really great. This might be a miracle but to be honest, we should appreciate it as long as it is possible” I explain and walk through the open door into the café. We find a table in the corner and he pulls my chair, so I can sit.

“So you think she might get sick again?”

“It is possible. At this point, no one can say yes or no. I will do my best to let her go in a few days and give her some time at home with her friends and family. But I try to not let it get too close to me” I reply and he nods while he hands me the menu.

“I hope the best for her. Maybe you can keep me updated” he asks me and I agree to nod. I decide to get a normal coffee and a blueberry scone.

When our order arrives we dig into the food and I immediately know why it is his favourite café. The food is excellent and even the coffee seems to be better than other coffees.

“This is really good,” I say and he smiles at me. He got a cinnamon roll and seems to enjoy it as well.

“I´m glad you like it. Their cinnamon roll is the best I ever ate” he declares and I giggle.

“That’s a huge compliment from someone who has probably eaten in the whole world”

“You want to taste it? Then you will see that it is the best” he holds his fork with a piece of that roll into my direction and I nod, eating from Harry Styles´ fork and I close my eyes in awe. This is the best cinnamon roll I ever ate.

I nod and he smiles delighted that I agree.

“It´s great. Wow. Thanks for showing me this place, I´m sure I will come back some time” I assure him and he takes a sip from his coffee.

“I don’t share those special places with anybody but I think you deserve the best. I appreciate the work you are doing so much, I am so impressed how you handle all this and I can´t believe anyone takes this for granted. You and your team should get an award, you are the real heroes” he says and I try not to choke on my scone. I am very much touched by his words and I honestly don’t know where to look.

“Thank you, I think it is normal to us because we love what we do. We don’t need an award…a simple thank you and some smiles on those kids faces, that’s why I do this” I reply and take my cup in my hands.

“But you sacrifice so much, please don’t get me wrong…but someone who tries to make others happy should be happy themself. What would make you happy? Maybe I can give something back” he asks and I shake my head.

“No, no it´s fine. I am happy, I really am” he looks at me and licks his lips, to get all the cinnamon and sugar.

“I have some time off, so if you would like…I could come and play and sing with the kids. It would be a pleasure and I absolutely don’t mind it” he proposes and I truly don’t know what to say. It’s a very kind offer from a very busy man like him.

“If you want to, sure. I am happy when the kids are happy” I agree and he bites his lip, what I find very sexy.

“Great, I will contact you if you don’t mind”

“I don’t. Soooo…it´s already 3 pm and we still need to get my car. How long do you want to spend time with me?” I ask him and look at my phone.

“If you want to leave, we can go immediately…shit I think I got spotted” he whispers and I am clever enough to not turn around as he tries to hide behind me.

“Are you Harry Styles? You are, right? Do you mind, if we take a picture with you?” a young girl asks next to our table and eyes me sceptical. Harry smiles friendly and gets up to chat with them and take a picture. After they left he pays for our order and is eager to leave the place. Maybe he knows that when he was spotted once, there will be more fans in no time. I hurry after him and as we are a few streets away he gets a bit slower.

“Sorry for leaving so abruptly but I know how fast they are. By now we would have been swarmed and I don’t want that right now…we can get your car or take a walk in the park if you like” he suggests and I nod. Sounds great.

“A walk seems to be nice, we have a lot of time left, so no hurry with getting my car” we walk next to each other, chatting about anything that comes to mind. He tells me about his family and friends back in Manchester and I listen very interested. His mom sounds lovely from his stories and at this point, I am just happy that I met him at the gas station.

“It is lovely spending time with you, Y/N,” he says and smiles at me.

“Likewise, I never thought I would spend time with you after our first meeting. But I´m glad we do, you are easy to be around and I kind of like you” I confess and giggle a bit.

“I appreciate it very much, that you are accepting me in your life and I have the feeling you don’t mind me having in it? Or am I completely wrong and this is just your average kind of being nice?” he asks a bit concerned and unsure.

“I don’t mind having you in my life, not at all. And no, you are not wrong” I can see his happy smile and follow him at his side across the park.

A few weeks later during my shift, I can see Harry sitting amidst a lot of kids with his guitar and singing with them. They love having him around and he loves entertaining them. Anna was able to go home and I promised to come visit her soon. The last days have been really exhausting, we have a few very critical patients and I had to tell their parents that it´s only a matter of weeks.

Harry comes here as often as he can and I am very thankful that he spends his rare time with all of my children. We usually don’t spend much time together but when I have the opportunity I stop and listen to him telling stories or singing to them. When he notices me, he smiles at me and I return it gladly. I know that he won´t come here forever, he has a job and soon he will be gone because of promotion and recordings and tour. But he never mentioned it, when he walks me to my car after my shift.

A soft knock on my door jerks me out of my thoughts and I look up, seeing Harry in the doorway.

“Hey, can I come in or is it bad timing?” he asks politely but I don’t mind it at all.

“No, it´s fine. Come in, you alright?” I reply and watch him, as he sits down in front of my desk.

“Yes, I love being here seeing the kids smile but I noticed something…” he says concerned and I sit up straight.

“What? Is something wrong with one of the kids?” I start to panic, that I haven’t noticed. I get up and walk around the desk to get to the door, but Harry holds me back by grabbing my wrist.

“They are alright but are you too? You hardly smile and you look tired and exhausted, can I do something for you?” he asks and I meet his soft green eyes. I relax a little and lean against my desk his hand still wrapped around my wrist.

“I´m alright. Just a bit tired but nothing I haven’t handled before plus I have a free weekend ahead of me. The first one in three months” I answer and see him smiling.

“Free weekend, huh? How about…I try and make it the most relaxed weekend in your life? I just want you to feel good and we haven’t spent much time in the last weeks” he requests and I raise an eyebrow at him.

“And what are you picturing?”

“Hmm maybe me cooking some dinner for you, watching a movie, getting a massage and not worrying about anything. How does that sound?” his eyes are shimmering with hope and I chuckle. It sounds great but what if it gets really awkward? I have never been to his house or the other way round. We usually just hang out in a café or here, this is kind of a next step.

“I´d love to do that but…I don’t want it to be awkward honestly” I say and he entwines our fingers.

“It won´t, I promise” his voice is low and deep and touches me like velvet.

“Okay” I agree and he squeezes my hand lightly.

“Great, I´ll pick you up after your shift?” he sounds really excited and I grin at him while I nod in agreement.

Part V

Hey guys,

sorry for the delay and lack of posting. I hope you are still here and enjoy my newest chapter. Please send all your love or hate, I´ll take it.

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mousehole5000 · 3 years

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this is it... the final post.... 226 through THE END!!!!!

this shit with mu qing and the river of lava is SOOOO dramatic im loving it

oh my god theyre on a FUCKING bridge of course they are okay let’s go boys

“You’re right. We’re alike. You think me odd, I think you to be rather weird too.” - so what im getting from this is that xie lian and mu qing are the only characters in this book with working gaydar okay yup got it this checks out

god... the fact that xie lian is ready to be like “look mu qing we can just forget about the past it doesnt matter we dont have to be friends i know you dont like me but im not gonna let you die over it” and then mu qing is like “.... god i really do admire you huh”

“You...certainly...are rather amazing. You’re...also...a better person...than me. Long story short, I...very much wanted...to become your f-f-friend.” - going to think about this for the rest of all time im about to become utterly unintelligible im overcome with emotions

“And, at the end of the white silk band, Feng Xin was gripping Ruoye with one hand while the other was holding on to a steel-faced Mu Qing, and he shouted towards him.” - the fucking IMAGE of this im gonna cry this is everything i could have asked for im so happy also mu qing dangling there like “ welp. guess ill live“

“Feng Xin was almost burnt by that pillar of fire, and he shouted in outrage. “WHAT’S WITH THIS BAND OF DOG SHITS, ATTACKING PEOPLE WHILE THEY’RE DOWN, SO VILE! FUCK YOUR ENTIRE FAMILY!” Xie Lian responded, “IF THEIR ENTIRE FAMILIES ALL LOOK LIKE THAT, YOU SURE YOU WANT TO FUCK THEM??” - theyre so funny!!! and theyre best friends!!! theyre joking together now in the middle of all this i could cry theyre back!!!

“Using sticks as arrows, he held the bow with one hand and used his teeth to bite back the bowstring.” - no clue how practical this is but okay archer boy. hot

i actually have so many little quips between the three of them highlighted but we’d be here all night if i included them all. im literally so delighted by this omg worth the wait

“Each sabre strike slashed to the bone. It wasn’t like Xie Lian had never seen Hua Cheng use the sabre before in the past, but his style had always been easy and leisurely, nonchalant and casual. Rather than say he was handling a weapon, it was more like he was toying with a small knife. Yet those blade marks were filled with killing intent. It was easy to imagine just how skilled the one exchanging blows with him was, and how perilous this battle.” you have no idea how mad i was when i read this and thought we missed witnessing the fight between hc and jw omg

“Behind him, Feng Xin muttered, “Dear fucking god, may all the gods and buddhas grant their blessings, that better absolutely be Crimson Rain Sought Flower, otherwise he’s gonna go mad!” “Stop your rubbish,” Mu Qing berated. “We’re all the gods and buddhas ourselves and we can’t grant shit, just keep up with him! Look at the stumbling way he’s running, he’s gonna trip and fall to his bloody death before he even sees the man!” - okay i know i said no more quips but this is literally too funny i just wanted to read it again

“ However, for whatever reason, that vicious ghost, in its muddled state, took that large group of live mortals under its wing and fled for many days. In the end, they were still surrounded by millions of ghosts, trapped in a dead end, and it was going to be eaten along with those humans.” [...] “That vicious ghost almost made a move against those humans, but for some reason, in the end, it didn’t. It instead used one of its own eyes as the price to forge a blood weapon. That vicious ghost was already forcibly hanging on with its last breath; after digging out its eye it should’ve broken apart completely. Yet somehow something had shocked it, and it instead woke to its senses completely. “ - THIS IS AMAZING ARE YOU KIDDING ME???? IS THIS ALL WE GET ABOUT HIS GHOSTLY LORE?????? HUA CHENGGGGGGGG

“What a terrible offence, his old habit had come out, and he quickly apologized. “I’m sorry! You don’t have to listen to me!” Hua Cheng, however, only smiled happily. “Everything gege tells me is the best advice, so why wouldn’t I listen?” - this isnt the fucking time afjdkfjsdkl they really never stop

“So you can hold the illusion of a perfect Crown Prince of Wuyong to face and dismiss the Jun Wu now. Isn’t that your objective? Did you think I don’t know what you’re thinking?” “THAT’S NOT IT!” Guoshi cried. “Stop getting tied up in right and wrong, victories and defeat, I’VE NEVER THOUGHT THAT WAY BEFORE!” - jun wu only being able to see xie lian as his successor and believing that thats all anyone else sees too... okay

honestly this whole final showdown was a blast i cant put everything in but it was so much fun to read. the DRAMA the LAVA the SHOUTING t

“Hua Cheng had poured too much spiritual power into him. There really was too much, so much that it was completely outside the amount the cursed shackle could withstand.” - okay.... okay... the love you give will set you free... okay....

“With Jun Wu in his grip, he carried both their bodies and forcefully slammed into the incomparably-solid rock wall! He used all of his power in this smash, and in the rumbling and crashing of rocks, he also heard the sound of something breaking.” [...] “A moment later, Jun Wu suddenly asked, “That move. What is it called?” “...” Xie Lian raised his sleeve and wiped away the blood on the side of his face. “Shattering boulders on the chest.” YES!!!!! YES!!!!! xie lian actually lived that life!!!!!! i loved this detail so much

“After a moment of silence, Xie Lian took off the bamboo hat carried on his back, took it in his hand, and covered it over Jun Wu’s face.” - xie lian... good... another detail i love. a hat that protects from the rain, given in a moment of need, even to someone who has caused you hardship... we do not forget the kindness granted to us

“There was gratefulness, there was shame, there was heartache, there was wild joy, but above all else, there was incurable love.” - :pleading: i wish it was just that easy tbh. “i have to tell you about the worst parts of myself” “ive already seen them and i dont care i still love you“ truly the dream

“ It’s been so long since anyone listened to me talk, won’t you stay? Don’t...actually do this. I won’t be able to take it. Twice, it’s been twice already! I really don’t want there to be a third time!!!” - the bit about just wanting someone to listen to him talk... xie lian... :(

emily corpse bride moment.... i knew it had to happen.... butterflies.... death and rebirth.... inevitable

xianle trio bickering about ruoye..... mu qing complaining but not letting anyone else fix it... im so happy

“The Rain Master sat down on the spot, looking like she was going to perform a passing service for her. After all, Xuan Ji was the only one left of the Kingdom of Yushi besides herself.” - xuan ji you sure the hell were... a character. this little moment tho..... yushi huang... many thoughts

“ Who hasn’t made promises, or swore to the mountains and the seas when they were young? Talking of affection, of love, of forevers. But, the longer I hang around in the world, the more I understand, something like ‘forever’ is impossible. It’s never going to be possible. Having it once was already good enough. No one can truly achieve it. I don’t believe in it anymore.” - jian lan im happy for you bummer it didnt work out with feng xin but yeah that was looooong ago. also this quote me same mood kin but its chill. having it once was already good enough

although yeah tbh if theres anyone who can have a forever like that... it would be a ghost and a god

fasdfjadklfj GOD... pour one out for ling wen.. but is that not the truth of this world? the one can be pardoned for being good at paperwork that no one else wants to do? isnt that the plot of the shawshank redemption?

okay but the fact that all xie lian’s friends come to visit him while he waits for hua cheng is making me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.... fengqing coming together to try to get him out of the house but get scared off by his cooking... amazing

“Last time, they spent eight hundred years running towards each other. This time, it only took an instant to fall into each other’s embrace.” - im completely unaffected by this. im not lying i swear (i am lying im very emotionally affected)

okay i love this final wrap up chapter party its so fun. mu qing moving on from the broom thing!!! good for him!! the beggars get their reward!!! the fun ghost city chefs!! SQX!!!! and he xuan is?? here too??? he’s hungry??? fjadlkfjsdl

“The grounds that Feng Xin and Mu Qing had just swept were once again filthy from that giant crowd of muddy feet. Mu Qing gripped his broom, looking like he felt someone had infected him with fleas, and his eyes were wide.” - me when my dad comes into the kitchen when ive just finished washing dishes i get it king

the little folklore bit... fun!!! oh my god its over..... :(

that was really fun i had a blast reading it and on the whole really liked it i WISH soo badly that hua cheng had gotten more outside of being cunty and devoted even tho those are both important i just wish there was more about like how he got by during those 800 years and like did he ever have doubts? what shaped his worldview was it all xie lian or was it his experience as a mortal as well? why is he so mean to e’ming? theres bits and pieces here and there and i know it was already SO long but that really would have been great if there was more about hc cuz tbh by the end, at least for me, the hualian relationship didnt actually feel as fleshed out as the xianle trio relationship like i still liked hualian’s dynamic and it was really sweet how much they clearly really liked each other and everything but i kind of wish some of the other subplots had been dropped or diminished in favor of more hc development i think that would have been cool

but anyway thats some of my thoughts and i really did enjoy the hell out of book 5 that was a riot and uhhh thanks to everyone who read these or commented *lends you spiritual energy through a high five*

#tgcf liveblog #it is Complete i can move on now #i actually have a lot more thoughts about hl because i uhhhh relate. to things. and have opinions due to my experiences #but its also quite Personal soooo i might just keep them tucked away #anyway im freeeeeee #mouse mumbles

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perpetuelledaydreaming · 4 years

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Back to you (Chapter IV)

Summary: Y/N Stark and Peter Parker are unconditionally in love with each other, being friends for years was just the step before making it official. BUT, just the weekend they became official Thanos and the snap happened, leaving Y/N broken: without friends, avengers family or Peter Parker. So, she has to move on, at least that’s what everyone’s telling her and she really tries to do it and who better to help her than Harry Osborn. But, has she really let Peter go? What if Tony Stark -genius, billionaire, playboy, and philanthropist- knows how to bring Peter back? And what happens when he does? Is Y/N going to avenge again? Who’s going to lead the avengers now? Who is she going to choose? Harry or Peter? and who the hell is mysterio? *He doesn’t even go here*

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author’s note: Okay honestly this chapter was so hard to write because I was re-telling endgame from Y/N perspective and obviously, after a long of thought, I wanted to somehow stick to the cannon story although I hate it BUT I think is easier for the story I want to tell PLUS you don’t know what’s coming. I’m so sorry this is soooo late but honestly next chapter is going to have more Peter and Harry and ANGST and HARLEY. I’m sorry I made Y/N cry so much but it was necessary. I’m so happy i got this chapter out of the way so I can let my imagination go wild for the next chapters. Please let me have your feedback, I love to know what you want to heart and yes. Love, -J.

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You felt your feet hitting the ground and you bend your knees a bit as you landed on a street full of rubble in New York, well it wasn’t technically your New York, it was 2012 New York. The red and white suit quickly dissipated from your body and left you on the sweats that your dad had created for both of you to be more comfortable whenever you wore your suits, you had to adjust to your size since you hadn’t worn yours for over two years now.

It was extremely strange to wear it again, to wear your necklace with the charm that had your suit but then again, this whole time-traveling thing was outlandish, to say the least. As you were getting used to the commotion surrounding you and New York, Steve began talking.

“Alright, we all have our assignments” Steve commanded, he turned around to face the four of you: Tony, Bruce, Scott, and you. “Two stones uptown and one stone down. Stay low, keep an eye on the clock”

You were about to nod in affirmation but before you could even press the small charm, you saw Hulk, not Bruce, smashing one of the Chitauri soldiers with a car multiple times before another one backed off before Hulk send a wheel towards it and then proceeding to jump over the car with a growl that shook you to the core.

You remember Hulk during this time, how out of touch he was from everything and how when you first saw him come out while training, it scared you. You had only told Nat about this, not even your father or Bruce for that matter because you didn’t want to hurt his feelings. Once you grew comfortable with Hulk as time passed, you felt kind of dumb for feeling that way but seeing him at that exact second, assured you that you didn’t need to feel that dumb.

All of you looked back at Bruce who was hiding his face.

“Maybe smash a few things on the way,” Steve told Bruce, who sighed and began ripping his shirt off before “smashing” if you could even say that it was somehow close to what 2012 Hulk was doing.

You felt someone touching your shoulder, you turned around to see your dad.

The conversation between both of you regarding the time travel had lasted more than you had expected, but one of you being part of the team recovering the stones was longer than any other thing. First, you wanted him to explain to you from beginning to end how could this possibly work out without horribly messing up with the timelines or being trap forever in the quantum realm. In all honesty, you were afraid of the possibility of being solid enough to put a plan in motion, it scared you a bit because hope had run out of you the moment you saw those chocolate brown eyes turning to dust. But as soon as you got it, you knew you had to be part of the team but that was another whole thing with Tony, to put it simply: he didn’t want you to join. See, Tony had seen you not being an avenger and you were happy and living the life that Tony once wished you had before you convinced him to be part of the team; but honestly, he couldn’t expect anything different from your constant affirmations that you were going whether he liked it or not. In the end, it was obvious who had won the argument.

But at the end of the day, neither of you brought Peter up during the time of training, neither of you wanted to do it although you knew he was the reason for it because it still hurt. Your lingering looks could tell it all and you could feel the weight in both your chest.

You wanted it to work.

He sighed, “Okay, you know your plan, be safe. I know you are an adult now bu-“

“Barely”, you interrupted him while you placed an assuring hand on his arm.

“Sure, but you are growing and just…”

“I know dad, I love you too”, you muttered before you pulled him in and he embraced you in his arms.

Tony didn’t have much to say because it was hard to be there again. It had been over two years since he had seen you with your suit since he had seen you fighting. It wasn’t the same, it was never going to be the same and after you left it, he thought it was for the best but at the moment as you had shown him: he needed you, they all needed you, Peter needed you.

But sill he hated taking you out of the life he had wanted for you at some point when you were younger; you had been MIA from Harry a couple of weeks, except for a few phone calls and Tony knew that this was having a toll on you and he didn’t even want to imagine what would happen if this work.

You let go of Tony with a smile as Bruce called you.

“y/n, let’s go”

You nodded. …

You had never tried drugs and you weren’t interested to do so, but you were sure as hell this was even more strong than what you could ever experience with them as you saw your body falling in the ground while you… your… your soul was levitating above it. You wanted to say that panic had rushed through your bloodstream but you were so shocked that it didn’t even pass your mind that you were scared, your brain was too busy trying to explain how you were seeing your body.

The Ancient One was peacefully looking at you, she seemed to have a Monalisa smile but in between her calmness, there was a striking force within her. Her stand was strong and ready to fight if needed too.

“What is….”, you managed to mutter before you felt, felt that Bruce was behind you. His body, Hulk was on the floor next to yours. Both of them seemed to be sleeping.

“Let’s start over”, The Ancient One said calmly as you or Bruce felt unable to close your mouth. “Shall we?”

In between the feeling of lightness in this new form you found yourself, in the whole mess going inside your head about going back in time to save the world or at least try to do it, the even messier state that your heart was in because you had lost all hope of seeing Peter again but now having the chance to actually bring him back made your heart beat faster than it had for the last years but without discounting how you had grown to love Harry…

You didn’t know how your tongue didn’t manage to get twisted while you word vomits the most vulnerable thing you had said ever since you talked with your father after the snap.

“We are from the future, we are here to save you, to save everyone, to save the earth from this horrible future and I’m begging you, I need to get that stone, we need that stone, please help us, I need to get Peter back”

“Who do we need back?” The Ancient One said quietly as you opened your eyes with regret.

Nat had always taught you not to let people see your weaknesses, you knew you couldn’t show your physical or emotional weakness in front of any enemy and at the moment The Ancient One had managed to immobilize both you and Bruce, so it wasn’t like she was an ally but right now you couldn’t help yourself.

Maybe your best chance at the moment with The Ancient One was to be as honest as you could.

“Please, we are here because everyone lost someone, a lot of people lost their lives”, you said as your new form or soul managed to finally settle in the ground again. “We are here to save everyone”

Bruce followed your pace as you got closer to The Ancient One, who was looking sternly at you.

But she turned around and walk off, you closed your eyes trying to manage your exasperation and Bruce panicked, following The Ancient One.

“Please, please”, Bruce begged as he stayed a few moments watching his body.

“I’m sorry, I can’t help you with this”, she repeated herself as Bruce chased her through the roof and you watched her with a hunted expression. “If I give up the time stone to help your reality, I’m dooming my own”

“With all due respect, I’m not sure the science really supports that”, Bruce contradicted her.

She stopped for a moment as she watched Bruce intensely and her hand performed a simple swift; from nowhere, a long line of golden light appeared between the two of them. A gasp escaped your lips as you followed the line carefully while trying to get closer to them.

“The infinity stones create what you experience as the flow of time, remove one of the stones and this flow splits” The Ancient One explained, she removed the light that appeared as the time stone and a new, dark, line appeared from the action. “Now this may benefit your reality, but my new one not so much. In this new branch reality, without our chief weapon against the forces of darkness, our world would be overrun. So, tell me, doctor, your science can prevent all that?”

Bruce stayed silent for a second.

“No, but we can erase it because once we are done with the stones, we can return each one to its own timeline at the moment it was taken. So, chronologically, in that reality it never left” Bruce explained as he took the stone from thin air and placed it back into the golden line, making the darker one disappeared.

The Ancient One remained quiet for a moment before her eyes linked with Bruce’s

“Yes, but you are leaving out the most important part; To return the stones, you have to survive”, she explained and it hit you in the gut her words.

To be completely honest, you didn’t know how quickly you got behind Bruce but the need of getting that stone was overpowering any common sense you had. All you could think about was how you could help the whole world and her, a hero in your eyes, wouldn’t budge.

“We will, I will. I promise”, Bruce affirm and his voice woke you from your trance, he was pleading and it wasn’t new to see Bruce in this light but promising to win this?

Yes, you hoped that all the hours you had actually put into it along with your father and all the team that had survived. All of you were ready to avenge the ones that were lost, you had faith that they wanted to. But after the events of two years ago, they had changed your perspective, it had made it a bit smaller and darker and although you had returned to a good place, you weren’t sure anymore about winning. But then again, you would do anything for Peter Parker and The Ancient One was getting under your skin by denying you the chance.

“I can’t risk this reality on a promise, it’s the duty of The Sorcerer Supreme to protect the time stone”, The Ancient One muttered and gave you her back.

Are you kidding me? you thought to yourself. Maybe it was that it was the start of summer and you felt a little too hot, maybe it was because you had gone back in time eight years, maybe it was simply your outfit but your head began spinning around. Then it all came back to you and hit you like a train: Peter and you on your first mission, Peter and you sleeping, Tony and Peter on the lab, The Avengers movie night, Peter and you training, Peter and you kissing, Peter turning into dust.

“Then, why the hell did Strange give it away?”, you shouted as your eyes screwed shut to stop the memories, to stop your brain from overworking.

The Ancient One turned around, she blinked a moment with a deadpan expression on her face and you saw as if hope had left her eyes as she watched you and Bruce. It was like someone had punched her in the gut as she analyzed your words.

“Willingly?”

“Yes. I saw it with my own eyes”, you answered back, annoyance lingered in your voice, “He gave it to Thanos”.

But the Ancient One wasn’t looking at you, it was as if she was trying to find something as her eyes moved frenetically, her mind processing your words. You watched her carefully and it was as she was as shocked as you were the moment that Strange had decided to give it away, the same perplexity that you felt when he had stopped you from moving.

“Why?”, she asked and you felt something in her voice.

Right then and there you realize that she was afraid too.

“I have no idea, maybe he made a mistake”, you replied honestly because you were sure that if Stranger hadn’t given it away maybe things could’ve been different but it was at the end of the day without you or Tony in the world.

The Ancient One remained quiet as you and Bruce burned her with your gazes.

“Or I did”, she muttered.

Suddenly, she brought both of your bodies and made them crash with your souls, you felt as if all the air on your body had left your lungs as you breathe deeply trying to fill them in, your whole body was buzzing but it seemed like it had affected you more than it had affected Bruce. Soon, The Ancient One opened the necklace -The Eye of Agamotto-, the same one that Strange had been using that fatal day two years ago, the time stoned glowed and you could swear you could hear a metal sound coming from it while she made it levitate.

She placed in your hand the stone.

You held your breath as you watched the stone carefully in your hands that had quickly been covered by your suit to hold it. The energy on the stone was really strong and you felt anxious, but your thoughts went away as soon as The Ancient One place her hands over yours.

“Thank you”, your voice was shaky and you felt like your hands were trembling a bit.

Bruce and you, you completed your mission: you had it.

“I’m counting on you Y/N, we all are”

…

You landed on the platform of the -it was still weird to say it- a time machine that Tony had created. The movement through the quantum realm was a little bit vertiginous while you saw these colors and lights and shapes that your mind couldn’t even begin to construct, it left you lightheaded for a few seconds. As soon as your feet touch the ground, you focused on the metallic twirls that surrounded you, accompanied by the sound of the power going out as you breathe deeply. It was your first time traveling through time and although you had been prepared for a lot of things in your time as an avenger, you didn’t think you could get used to this one.

After a few seconds, the mask of the quantum suits disappeared from your face and as you opened your eyes you linked them with Tony’s. His expression turned blissful as he smiled at you and you felt yours growing, it was as if you could breathe again knowing that he was okay. It was as if the tension had left your body as you ran towards him and he caught you as you wrapped your arms around his waist and he reciprocated with a sigh, holding you strongly as you heard him mutter something about god.

“Are you telling me this actually work?”, you heard Rhodey asking with happiness lingered in his voice.

Maybe it was because of the quantum realm or because you were feeling a little light-headed but you felt your heart beating extremely fast in your body as if something was waking up and as you closed your eyes for a second you could see those chocolate brown eyes that gleamed each time he looked at you and, a little bit in the back you thought about Harry’s smile but there was no denying it was being eclipsed by the thought of Peter Parker.

But then you heard a thud against the metal and you quickly let go of your dad as you turned around to find Clint kneeled with a somber expression drawn on his face.

“Uncle Clint?”

Sometimes your mind could go a thousand miles per hour, but at the moment you wished it didn’t because after two seconds of examining Clint, of seeing the doleful way his lips fell into a line, of seeing how his body lumbered in almost a painful way -like he couldn’t hold himself anymore-, of seeing how dull his eyes were -even more after losing his family- and how vacant they looked; you knew what had happened but you didn’t want to acknowledge it.

You could’ve sworn that you heard your heart-shattering in your chest as you shook your head and placed a hand over your hand to prevent a sob to come out of your mouth.

“Clint, where’s Nat?”, Bruce asked as if he was hoping for a different answer.

But as the seconds passed and Clint remained silenced, you thought that everyone knew what happened. Tears began spilling without previous notice, Steve looked down in defeat and Bruce fell into the floor. In all honesty, you wanted to contain your tears and your sobs but it was too hard.

Bruce formed a fist with his hand and at the same time that he struck the platform your tears began falling.

…

Natasha Romanoff was one of the best women you knew, to be honest, she was a close second to Pepper Potts and Pepper only won for a bit because she had helped raise you but Natasha, she was another story. This woman that had entered your life so young, and she had changed your view of what you had expected your life to be. Before her, you didn’t really know if you could ever be like your father as Ironman, you didn’t even know if it was your place but when she came along, she assured you with her example that you could. Natasha Romanoff was an example of survival, not vengeance, she was an example of how you could change your story if you tried hard enough, because she made the hard calls when they needed to be done, because she turned her weakness into strength. She taught you how to be an avenger and although you gave your dad most of the credit of the desire to be one, it was when Nat arrived that you thought it was possible for you too. She was a mother, she was a sister, she was a mentor, she was an example of the women you wanted to become and losing her, it was as if another part of your heart had been taken away without previous notice.

“Do we know if she had a family?”, Tony muttered as your eyes blinked trying to get back into reality.

The sound of the water was the only one you could hear and although it was peaceful, the heaviness in the air felt like it could drown you. After Clint had explained what happened to Nat, you had clung to Tony as if you were five again and needed to hold his hand after a bad dream. Nat’s smile and last words appeared in your head more than you wished they had and the more you thought about it your throat felt like it would close.

“Yes”, Steve answered back and you turned around to face him, “Us”.

And it all came back like a train for you. One of the last conversations with Nat and how she had mentioned that this was it, you were her family and she was yours. The reason for her sacrifice became so obvious the moment you heard Steve’s words that it somehow angered you that you hadn’t realized it before. Her sense of self was found on being an avenger, she was one of the faces of the avengers, she was a founder and a leader and even after half of them were gone she was still trying to be better for all of you. She needed this; she was lost before the possibility of actually making things right. When Nat sacrificed herself, it was because she believed in you, in all of you, she believed.

She had realized that she had clean her ledger, she knew she had become better as you had assured her that night and that’s why he had done it.

“Yes, it was us dad”, you said as you finally stood up, letting Tony go and everyone, except for Bruce, turned around to face you.

Maybe it wasn’t your place, you maybe didn’t know Natasha at the extend of Clint, Steve or Bruce, or even your dad but you knew what she had mean to you and at the moment, you knew you had to speak your mind, to reinforce that she had done this for you.

“Y/N…”, Thor muttered softly as if he was scared that you might break.

He had been out of it for the last month while you built the machine but now it was as if the fog in his brain had dissipated and he was seeing you again, maybe it was because of the actual time travel that he was more awake and finally realized you had grown quite a bit since the last time he saw you but that he still desired to be somehow careful with you like when you were younger.

“She sacrificed herself for us, for everyone, for this family”, you explained as you watched them all intently, they needed to understand. “We have to honor that”

…

The sound of the thud of metal against the ground was the thing that woke you up, making you take a breath as if you hadn’t breathed for months. It felt as if a tsunami had come crashing down on you, on your body, everything was somehow hurting, not a lot but just enough for you to take a minute or two before opening your eyes. All these things were running through your head as your eyes tried to examine the debris that you were surrounded by, it was almost too much for your senses that were still dulled by the impact of… in that second you were reminded of where you were and what had happened, how you had been thrown out from Tony’s lab in the compound to a whole other floor, and how you fell as if the earth had eaten you whole because of the missiles. The last thing you remember was Scott, saying something that you couldn’t make up and after that everything just turned dark when you were thrown. The drops of blood that fell on your silver suit made you realized that maybe the mask hadn’t come on your face as fast as it should, it must have been a cut and you didn’t want to think on any other possible injury that you had sustained because on your mind you could only think about everyone the gauntlet.

“Toes, feet, legs”, you repeated to yourself as you moved each one of them to check if they were actually okay and although it hurt a bit, you stood up.

It was dark, everything was dark and the only thing barely lightening the debris that surrounded you were the sparks of the electricity cables that had been destroyed in the process. It was hard to breathe with all the dust that surrounded you and you felt claustrophobic being under the debris. Suddenly, you could make out from the dust the red and yellow that was so familiar to you, the thud of the metal getting stronger and you felt like if a wave of relief washed over your body when you saw Steve and Tony.

“That’s my girl”, Tony muttered as you walked towards him, as he held your hand and with the other, he promptly took a strand out of your face.

“Thank god”, Steve let out.

“Wha-what happened?”, you replied as you cough a bit while staring at Steve, maybe your eyes were a bit frantic because Steve placed a hand over your shoulder as fast as he could in a reassuring way.

Both of them remained silent for a moment but as you gaze back at your dad, he didn’t have another option to answer.

“We messed with time”, Tony stated firmly and you weren’t sure what he meant but a part of you honestly didn’t want to know just yet. “Come on”

Silently you followed him and Steve, you knew better than to doubt what they decided because they were the leaders, they had always known what to do but for some inexplicable reason, your most basic instinct inside of you screamed for you to grab them and walk the other way. You tried to quiet it down by focusing on your surroundings, recognizing what this new territory looked like, so your eyes were trained in the smoldering fires that surrounded you, the sounds of ominous thunder, the sparks jumping from unexpecting places and the rubble under your feet. Soon, you looked at the grey sky, finally out of the wreckage and you felt the daunting breeze on your hair, you turned around to see Thor, his eyes fixed in something in front of all of you.

Tony and Steve took their places next to him while you walked towards Tony but as he recognized the thud of your metal steps walking to be next to him, he signaled you to stop.

And so, you did but your gaze following his and you felt like vomiting.

The Mad Titan was there, Thanos was sitting down in front of you, with his large sword buried deep in the ground next to him while he seemed like he was waiting.

It hadn’t passed your mind that somehow you could see him again, not anywhere except your nightmares. As a result, the feelings that had persisted after Nat assured you that Thor had decapitated him were based on fear and grieve, because most of those nightmares were based on you trying to hold Peter together as you begged The Mad Titan not to take him.

Therefore, your brain had calculated that you might be frightened or feeling the kind of rage that consumed your body but as he stood before you, you felt the same fire that you had felt during your battle in Titan because it wasn’t about him, it was about doing your part, doing your work. It wasn’t the fire of revenge that flooded your veins or the panic that would throw you to the floor but somehow the peaceful knowledge along with a decent amount of fear and anger, it was time to stop him.

“Y/N, go find Clint, he was close to the gauntlet”, Tony ordered you but you didn’t budge.

In all honesty, you didn’t hear him, it was as if your brain was too busy trying to figure out how you could -as disgusting as it sounded-end him. All the techniques in training came back to you as you thought of ways that could be used to finally get rid of him, you tried to replay as best as you could your fight in Titan, trying to remember what his weaknesses were and how you could stop him.

“Y/N…”, Steve insisted but yet again you didn’t move.

Tony turned around, glowering at you while your eyes were still fixed on Thanos.

“Y/N, it’s an order go and find Clint”, Tony demanded and your eyes quickly connected with his.

But this was your battle too.

“I’m not going anywhere”, you snapped as the three of them looked at you again.

Steve and Tony looked at each other, both had a hunted look while Thor seemed stolid while his eyes were trained in you but he quickly turned around. It was as if Thor had accepted and understood that you were not moving, it didn’t have senses to put you in the back burner again, you had made your choice but it was so difficult for Tony and Steve, although you had your fair share of missions and training, it was different and the fright in your dad’s eyes was obvious as if he had been transported to the time where you stood up against Thanos in front of him, ready to die for him if it was needed. But as each second passed, they knew you were determined to stay there.

“You know it’s a trap, right?”, Thor asked gravely as Tony and Steve moved their gaze towards the Mad Titan.

“Yeah”, Tony said with a sighed as he looked at Thor. “I don’t much care, as long as you stay out of it”, Tony said to you with a glare but you glared right back at him.

Your breath hitched as the wind picked up, whipping your hair as your eyes moved up, the sky becoming light blue as Thor extended his hands and his eyes turned the same color.

“Good”, he muttered, “As long as we are all in agreement”

Steve suddenly turned around, his eyes narrowed and his stand fixed. He was going to give and order, you knew how his body language worked so you looked right back at him.

“Y/N, stay back and only intervene if there’s not another choice” Steve ordered and you simply nodded, while Tony sighed in discontent but there was nothing more to do. “Promise us”

“I promise”

Suddenly, lightning could be heard loudly and the sky moved at an incredible pace, lightning and sparks began surrounding Thor as a lightening quickly struck him and both, Stormbreaker and Mjolnir, came to him. The wind hard while your fist became tighter.

“Let’s kill him properly this time”, Thor added.

The waiting lasted a hundred years, at least for you. It was as everything was moving in slow motion, every step that Tony, Steve, and Thor gave was so slow that you could barely let a breath out as each one of them surrounded Thanos while he talked.

H.A.P.P.Y asked you if you wanted to hear, but in all honesty, your mind was too busy trying to prepare mentally what was your next move, when were you coming in. The more you thought about your last encounter, the more you realized how much you had changed in a couple of years because you knew if you were thinking like two years ago you wouldn’t even blink at the chance to shoot your repulsors against Thanos, you wouldn’t even blink but now you waited until the right time. But was there honestly ever the right time to fight for the people you loved? No, there wasn’t but you couldn’t be reckless, not now when the whole universe depended on you when the possibility of Peter coming back hanged by a threat when Nat had given up her life for this.

And so, you waited as long as they needed to finally talk but as soon as Thanos stood up and placed his helmet on his head, you felt like your body was going to give up by how tensed it got, the sky began swirling again with Thor’s lightning and there wasn’t much thinking to do after that after his warrior cry.

It was fast, how you blasted towards them while Tony and Steve were already on it once you arrived, each one taking turns on fighting Thanos while he deflected each and every one of the attacks towards him. Quickly, six’s small rockets exited your back and flew towards The Mad Titan but as they went off near him, there was no actual effect because as the smoke dissipated, he was still there with a few scratches on his purple rough skin. He looked right back at you and smirked, he didn’t know who you were and you were sure of it but somehow it seemed as if he was going to enjoy killing you.

Before he was ready to give any steps towards you, Steve threw his shield towards the Mad Titan, stopping him mid-walk while you flew backward, unbalancing him and just enough for him to get his shield back and giving you the time to use your super-jet boot configuration to punch Thanos in the stomach and making him fall on his back for a second while he tried to block Tony’s repulsors with his sword.

It was chaotic but somehow there was an order and a rhythm as each one of you took turns to give your best shot, but as the minutes passed you start seeing how he was blocking and throwing punches that were hitting you. Thor kicked in the stomach against the debris that was next to you, Steve covering himself with the shield but flying away as Thanos strike it with his sword, your dad shot his repulsors as best as he could so he could finally hit him and you tried to do the same while engaging into hand to hand combat when you got too close. It was a dangerous option and it seemed like only Steve was actually doing it but you had learned from Nat to be as sleek as you possibly could.

But in all honesty, you knew you were struggling.

Two kicks in his jaw. Fly away. Thor’s throwing Stormbreaker, help him get more energy, blast repulsors, you though every and each one of the movements.

Until he caught you.

“Fuck!”, you shouted as you felt the strength of his grip on you.

“Got you”, Thanos growled with a dark sneer.

It brought you right at the exact moment in Titan where he had done the same, your right leg was stuck in his hands as he smirked, he suddenly tore the nanobots from your leg and you screamed because as he moved it was more than probable that you had sprained your ankle. You quickly saw how his hand wanted to grab you again but you gained some time while the suit recovered and re-formed your right leg and Steve stopped him as he kicked him on his face simultaneously with a twirl that you knew only he could perform as easily and you felt like you could breathe.

“H.A.P.P.Y, I need some juice on the left leg”, you yelled to your AI.

“As you say, Mrs. Stark”

Quickly, it became a cannon that drove you away, fast, from Thanos as you tried to keep it together while Thor sent Mjolnir towards Steve’s shield, sending a shock wave towards Thanos. Making him fall forwards, giving your dad the chance to pushed him down even more with his repulsors, but still being propelled by Thanos. He was powerful, he was too powerful and it dawned on your mind how on earth were you going to defeat him. He still threw Thor down for a second time and Steve was throwing punches but getting them right back.

“Y/N, you okay kid?”, Tony asked through the com and you could see him flying above Thanos, blasting his repulsors but far enough for him to take the time to ask you.

“’M fine dad”, you winced, feeling a sharp ache on your right ankle but at the moment you couldn’t care less, you needed him down for more time to get him. “Get him”

Tony simply nodded as he blasted towards the ground in front of Thanos and his back opened with solar modules and raised his hands towards Thanos.

“Hit me, Thor and Y/N”, Tony yelled and you followed suit.

The beams of light were more potent than ever as the energy traveled, all the angled energy pushing Thanos as best as it could but as soon as the beams were trying to hit him, he swerved them with his sword. Tony didn’t move as you pushed your suit for more and more energy while Thor was still redirecting the lightening’s was still striking the modules but as Thanos started walking towards your dad, your body shaking as your eyes glazed from your dad to Thanos.

He was getting close, dangerously close.

It was in a blink of an eye, how you went right up to Tony and pushed him away before Thanos could actually snatch him and he instead grabbed you by the neck. The tight grip wasn’t letting you breathe and you could see how H.A.P.P.Y was putting all the screen in red as you felt the nanobots getting dangerously tight around your neck. You tried to fight with your hands to get his paws off you but it was barely impossible to move, you began coughing as the pressure on your neck increased.

“Not our kid”, your father yelled, with was left from you not to pass out you gazed back at Tony that had Steve and Thor behind him.

It was the last thing you heard before Thanos threw you to the ground with all the force that he had. Everything then turned black, your body went limp and your last thoughts were Peter, Morgan, Tony, Pepper, and Harry.

…

It was barely a whisper; it was feeble and weak but it made your eyes fluttered open and you saw Tony with a smirk. He had been crying, you could see the tears waddling on his eyes as his mask quickly dissipated from his head but the smirk was so Tony that it made you smile too as your helmet dissolute as well. You were tired, so tired. Maybe it was how much you had cried or the actual fighting you did, but you felt your body -especially your ankle- screaming.

His hands were shaky and you could see he had gone through it, the cut on his eyebrow was still streaming a bit of blood and you could see a dark eye starting to form, “Thank god”, he let out with a breathe as he helped you stood up.

Maybe they had won, they had done it, with an inexplicable reason they had managed to defeat the Mad Titan with a swift set of punches after you blacked out but as you turned around and faced the enormous spaceship, your stomach drop as you saw the army of outrides, growling at you. It was way worse than you had imagined, than what it could cross your mind as Thanos glared at Steve.

Steve.

He was alone, facing him, facing the entire army. It didn’t catch you by surprise, you knew your uncle, you knew that if you could hear his thoughts it would’ve been, I can do this all day, even with such overwhelming odds, he got to his feet.

But now as you faced hundreds or thousands of outrides, it actually crossed your mind that you wouldn’t be able to do anything about it. Try and lost again, and now the consequences were death for everyone.

Tony held you back as he stood in front of you as if he wanted to protect you but you shook your head as you walked beside him. Ready to face the threat but as the seconds passed, you heard something on your com, a muffled voice.

“On your left”

Suddenly, a portal like the ones that you had seen Doctor Strange perform on Titan appeared on Steve’s left. It was a radiant golden light and it could blind you if you stare at it for too long, you hold your breath as Sam soared over the field. You followed him with your eyes and as he turned you could see more portals were forming.

“What’s happening?”

It was T’Challa, Shuri, M’Baku, Bucky, all the army from Wakanda walking through it, standing next to you in this fight and you wanted to cry as you hold Tony’s hand with hope.

Then Pepper on her rescue armor landed in front of you with a set look on her eyes as she smiled to Tony and he walked towards her and pressed his forehead against his.

Maybe it hadn’t registered what was happened, if it was you could’ve been prepare for it but you were too busy gazing at the sky that when another large portal opened behind you, you felt a bit blinded for a second. From it, Doctor Strange was levitating with Peter Quill, Drax and Mantis before him walking towards the battlefield, standing in front of Thanos army ready to fight and you were sure that you looked slack-jaw because it was never how you dream about seeing them again, at least for the last month.

But then you heard the familiar thiwp! that you hadn’t heard in two years and you felt your heart on your mouth.

With a swirl, he landed on the rubble and his mask went off from his face.

It was as if you were seeing him for the first time, it was overwhelming how many emotions were going through your mind that you could hardly process them. Maybe it was the light of the portals but his curls look like gold caramel the more you looked at them as they fell on his forehead, that coy smile that he always carried so gracefully was there, that smile lighted up your face every day was there and those damn chocolate eyes with gold specks that you had dreamed about seeing for two years were finally there in front of you. You were too in awe to realize how he was getting maybe too close while he ran towards you. He jumped through the crowd of heroes that were appearing left and right but you only had eyes for the boy.

He quickly lopped his arm and pulled you in without previous notice.

The way his lips rolled against yours, capturing your upper lip to then open your mouth made you want to melt into him right at the moment. It was such a fervent kiss but not lust-filled and you couldn’t help but to whimper as you placed your hands on his shoulders. You knew you had the suit but at the moment it was as if you were burning by the tenderness of his touch and then his hand slid up to your face, cupping your cheeks.

It was soft and timeless and slow.

But as the seconds passed, your mind began screaming because you knew it was not the time and that damn smirk that Harry gave you appeared, making you pull back.

“Hey”, he muttered and you smiled, those chocolate eyes with golden specks were piercing you, the way no one had looked at you.

“Hey”, you replied as you felt the blush creeping up your cheeks turning around to see almost everyone looking at you but especially Pepper tilting her head and Tony frowning at the scene.

You had a boyfriend and you were kissing Peter Parker.

Sam was giving you a blinking look as he landed next to you and you grimaced because of the embarrassment, “I don’t if you’ve been on a fight before, but there’s usually not this much kissing”, he declared while your mask covered your face to stop anyone to see that blush and just in time before Steve spoke.

“Avengers…”, he shouted as everyone waiting for his sign and you felt Peter next to you like in old times and the feeling of comfort washed over you, “…assemble”

…

Maybe if your suit had more capacity if you had waited longer to fight you might have been able to help, maybe if you weren’t so tired for the crying or stressed of the time travel or the fighting you would’ve been so awake, maybe if you hadn’t been too busy carrying the gauntlet and, in consequence, being blown by the lasers that were fired by Thanos ship before Carol arrived, maybe if you hadn’t tried to help Hope and Scott get the mini-time machine for Carol to enter and then subsequently, being blown by Thanos, just maybe you could avoid Tony taking the gauntlet, effectively sacrificing himself for the universe.

All the maybes and what-ifs were eating you alive as you saw Tony, fall back against an upturned root of a tree, armor smoking and arm withered and blackened as half of his face were. It felt like your whole body gave up as you fall to your knees in front of him because you knew it, you knew it right away as your eyes connected and the tears began streaming down your eyes, your father was dying and there was nothing you could do.

“Dad?”, you asked, finally stepping forward and taking his hand. It didn’t even register that that was your voice, watery and unsteady as you shakily reached towards his arch reactor and you knew it was too late. “I love you”

He smiled but there was no real answer, his eyes were glazy and he exhaled, almost as he let go.

A hand rested on your shoulder and you turned around to see Rhodey but with one look, Rhodey shook his head knowing that it was too late and you whimpered, your body spasming as you cried with too many emotions for your body to be held, they were too big and it felt the same way when you saw Peter turning to dust but as you watched your dad and held him, it felt so final and it was crushing.

It was your worst nightmare since you remember since he became Ironman you always feared the day that Tony might not make it and it came to life.

Then Peter landed next to you, his eyes glazy and full with the injuries as a result of the fight, he was swallowing hard as he stared at the scene, tears began falling from his eyes because he was seeing his mentor, another father figure laying limply and emotionless in front of him.

“Mr. Stark… Tony…it’s okay, it’s okay”, he whimpered and it was so raw and torn as he kneeled next to you. “…Mr. Stark, we won. You did it, sir…”

Tony gazed at him for a second and then past him, Rhodey quickly placed a hand on Peter’s shoulder, guiding him away as Pepper arrived.

Pepper gave you a quick look, her eyes watery but tears yet to fall. It was more than a look because you knew how this was Pepper’s nightmare as well and you shook your head as you felt like your lungs were going to explode because of how you couldn’t stop crying.

Pepper kneeled, heartsick as she sighed, trying so hard to keep it together, “Hey”, she whispered softly as she placed her hand on the arch reactor, next to yours.

Tony’s gaze quickly linked with hers and you backed up a bit so she could say goodbye to him. But as best as you tried, you couldn’t stand up as you kneeled next to them, it was crushing you the guilt and the grieve. It was as if you were broken, not numb, but completely broken as you watched Tony’s eyes glassy as if life was leaving him and at the end of the day it was.

“Pepper”, Tony whispered with a smile and he placed his working hand over hers.

Pepper swallowed hard as she gazed at the arch reactor. “Friday?”

“Life functions critical”

And it was a punch in the gut as you heard it as your hands quickly came to your head as if to protect you, you wanted to scream, you wanted to fly away, you wanted to go back in time but there was no way to avoid this and you knew it. You were going to lose your father, heart-clenching on your chest as you saw it before a sob could escape your lips you felt Peter’s hand wrapping you and, at the moment, it was all you needed as you buried your face on his neck and clung to him like you never had before.

Pepper stared into Tony’s eyes and she knew. Tears threatening to fall from Tony’s eyes as he looked at her, almost as if saying sorry.

“Tony, look a me”, Pepper said seriously, “We’re going to be okay”, tears welling on your father’s eyes as his face fell to the side. “You can rest now”, Pepper muttered as she touched his face.

She smiled before his eyes went past her and you could see how she was holding her sobs in as you finally turned around and watched him.

The light in the arch reactor went out and his hand fell from hers.

There was only silence as the heroes gather around you, the full weight of what was happening dawning on them.

She leaned in to kiss him and as she pulled back the tears and sobs came crashing down as she buried herself on his neck.

And you let out a cry, it was so loud that you felt like it ripped your chest.

Tony Stark was gone.

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chasethesun18 · 4 years

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50 questions you’ve never been asked

tagged by @goddess-clarke 🥰

What is the colour of your hairbrush? purple and black

Name a food you never eat? seafood and red meat

Are you typically too warm or too cold? i used to be too cold all the time and then i went through a time where i was too hot and now im back to somewhere in the middle but mostly cold. my fingers turn blue a lot lolol

What were you doing 45 minutes ago? mm so i just watched the premier of blindspot s5 and it is now dead to me and i will be forgetting this episode happened and not continuing the season. so ive spent the last hour trying to erase the ep from my memory and cheer myself up. its not working so now im answering 50 questions. as one does.

What is your favourite candy bar? oh i don't know. it changes. i really like peanut m&ms and york patties

Have you ever been to a professional sports event? professional...maybe? i think i’ve possibly been to a pro baseball. im from the south and we dont do pro we only do college. ive been to..idk hundreds on hundreds of those

What is the last thing you said out loud? told my mom i loved her. cause im cute like that.

What is your favourite ice cream? i like vanilla with a lot of toppings. but also coffee and mint chocolate chip

What was the last thing you had to drink? im drinking cherry vanilla coke zero. yes its 11:42pm. dont judge me.

Do you like your wallet? yeah its cute. its little and red

What was the last thing you ate? salad with chicken (oo she healthy)

Did you buy any new clothes last weekend? yeah no. i haven't bought new clothes in forever. actually got into an argument with my mom about that today

The last sporting event you watched? BEFORE SPORTS WERE CANCELLED YOU MEAN????? baseball.

What is your favourite flavour of popcorn? ....popcorn has flavors? idk salt?

Who is the last person you sent a text message to? my sister. about said blindspot premier. she's writing a book and considering killing off one of the characters and i told her i didn't want someone to get to the end of her book and wish she hadn't read it which is how i feel about blindspot rn

Ever go camping? i do, my major is parks and rec so im a ~big outdoors girl~ but im actually more into the historical preservation side of things and i dont really like camping but i have been dragged into it bc of my major

Do you take vitamins? no but i take a shit ton of medication. y'all didnt need to know that srry.

Do you go to church every Sunday? yes. before that got cancelled too. its fine.

Do you have a tan? i do! super proud of it. its the beginning stages

Do you prefer Chinese food or pizza? pizza i hate chinese food

Do you drink your soda with a straw? yes

What colour socks do you usually wear? white

Do you ever drive above the speed limit? ....ok does anyone follow the exact speed limit? come on. ive never gotten a ticket tho

What terrifies you? a lot of things. small spaces. bugs. heights but only sometimes. losing a loved one. change. im an anxious person ok

Look to your left, what do you see? a wall (these are entertaining answers im serving yall)

What chore do you hate? vacuuming. GOSH I HATE IT. idk why but it pisses me off every time. i think its cause it makes me sweat and like why should i have to SWEAT from vacuuming? its so loud too i can't listen to music while i do it

What do you think of when you hear an Australian accent? g’day mate

What’s your favourite soda? coke zero or dr pepper

Do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive-thru? drive-thru unless the drive-thru is too long and then it defeats the purpose of going for fast food so i go in

Who’s the last person you talked to? my mom

Favourite cut of beef? i dont eat red meat :P

Last song you listened to? holding on and letting go - ross copperman (tvd forever)

Last book you read? my major is reading heavy and my minor (history) is even more reading heavy. i had a history class this semester where i had to read 6 books in their entirety so that's the last thing i read. i havent read for fun since i started college lol. but i do still read fanfic and that counts

Favourite day of the week? friday. its the anticipation of the weekend without the disappointment of the weekend

Can you say the alphabet backwards? lol no

How do you like your coffee? if i make it myself i like it with creamer and splenda. if i get it out i like sugar free vanilla lattes with nonfat milk (yes im a basic bitch I KNOW. i also take a sip and if it tastes wrong i go ‘um excuse me is this the nOn FaT MiLk’ like im literally that bitch)

Favourite pair of shoes? aesthetically ive got some bomb heels but i havent had the occasion to wear those in a long time

The time you normally go to bed? before all this 11-1. now idk time is just a construct

The time you normally get up? ..before all this 8/9 depending on what time my class was. now i force myself to get up around 9/10. i dont naturally wake up. if i dont set an alarm i will sleep until 1pm

What do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets? i like both but i havent seen many sunrises bc i dont wake up. so sunset

How many blankets on your bed? twooo

Describe your kitchen plates: the ones at my parents house are just plain white and the ones in my apartment are plain green. wow im plain.

Do you have a favourite alcoholic beverage? so ya girl just turned 21 !!!! and no, im not a big fan. it all tastes like cough syrup. help.

Do you play cards?. my family does sometimes. i think its boring

What colour is your car? dark grey. her name is the black pearl. shes not black tho....

Can you change a tire? no but ive never tried

Your favourite province? ok this question is gonna show my ignorant american side and i dont want it to soooo

Favourite job you’ve ever had? i used to work at this place that did mommy and me music classes. i taught the one that was a drop off class called school skills so it was like k5 for 3-4 yrs old

How did you get your biggest scar? i dont have many scars. i have one above my eye from falling backwards into a rocking chair lol

What did you do today that made someone else happy? i dont know, honestly. i feel like im barely interacting with people. i ran errands with my mom and i think that made her happy...but she was in a bad mood so hard to tell lolol

anyway, this was fun and now im not thinking about that show. crap now im thinking about it. UGH.

tagging: @hpfangirl13 @amazalina @dorisquinn @rebel-belles @vivianelynne20 @modernlifehistorian (i know you're there) @sherlolly-siya @fromiftowhen

#tag game

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bodhirookes · 4 years

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Sorry I took so long to respond to your message but!! Its really difficult to pick a fav Disney movie but some that I love are Mulan, Hercules, and the princess and the frog. Ive been super bored recently bc my job stopped teleworking so now Im out of a job until fall and have SO MUCH free time even with my activism. How are you keeping busy? Also I recently became a patron of watcher bc I couldn't hold out any longer lol so that's all I've been watching recently. I hope youre staying safe! -💙

HNNNNGGGG I KNOW mulan is my top favorite forever and ever but picking other favorite disney movies is always so hard afhuifjasf like i know what i said last time but then i just remembered the rescuers too like???? how could i forget my little mice bbs????? and the aristocats?????? TARZAN??????????????? ugh i love disney movies so much i cry all the time over them

and i’m so sorry to hear about that hfdsuifsdaj at least you’re getting some free time to be an activist and having some time for yourself!!! i don’t know what i would do if i had that kind of free time tbh!! i’m kind of in the boat where i’ve been able to work through everything going on and i’m so so so grateful that i was able to keep working but i’m also a little burned out now since i work in insurance and all of our customers have been freaking tf out so :”))))))) i might take a staycation after the summer ends bc i have some pto saved for when i was supposed to go camping in august but alas!!!

i’ve been reading like a maniac tho to keep busy after work and on the weekends!!! sometimes i literally just lay in bed for a few hours and read fic and watch youtube videos or something lmfao! i wish i could say that i’ve been reading a lot of books since this all started but?? i read like 3 books in april and then 10 books in may and then i’ve only read 2 in june so it’s a touch and go thing lol but i’ve been reading soooo much fic it’s crazy. and i’ve been writing more this past week too!! tbh i’m very stuck with ccbb right now but the shyan fic i got inspired to finally start already has 15k so we’re rocking!!! i’ve also been watching my babysitter’s a vampire a lot again and might start writing fic on that too lmfao

!!!!!!!! tell me how it is because i’m highly considering doing the same when i get paid again so i can support my best boys but i kinda want to know what it’s like from a trusted source before i sign up!!!!!!!!

as always i love and adore u blue heart anon keep keeping on and stay healthy and safe ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

#ask jo #it's taking every bit of sense to not subscribe to the top tier watcher thing #i want to support them with my life blood

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its-3am-sadness · 4 years

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getting lost up in the past— this is what I found

Friday February 1st, 2013:

ugh..im sitting in third hour..i wanna cry, but i cant theres to many people..

can anyone really save me? ..no.. noone ever can.. i just wanna be happy, truely always happy.. )': ughhhhhhhhhhhh! i gotta go..

Monday February 4th, 2013:

holy shit that was a longg weekend.. i almost cut saturday.. i got a new razor & everythingg.. Jake told me to go chuck itt in the snow, soo i did, but then on sunday i went & found itt.. soo i have itt in my ipod case like my other one.

I stayed up till 3 saturday nightt watching 'Enchanted' i love that movie now (: and i sent Jake a 7 and a 9 page text.. he was asleep though..but his best friend is a girl & i have nothing at all against that, i don't have a reason to hate her at all, i havent even met her, but i still am so super jealous.. i hate that they hang out and slepover together and i dont know, i trust him.. but look what happend with the last guy, i trusted him with all my heart, i never thought he would cheat on me and he ended up fucking his ex-girlfriend and lying about it.. im so scared.. i dont wanna be here.. i was thinking saturday & yesterday how i wish i was single just so i don't have to be so paranoid..but i love being around Jake that i wouldnt dream of ending it..

Shawntay said i should tell him about how i feel with him & his besty, but i idont wanna be the dumb bitchy girlfriend who is all 'you cant talk to girls-blahh blahh blahhk' shitt, ya know?? So ima just leave it to myself because i don't care..

im really trying not to cut.. Tabby (my ex's girlfriend) told me that it takes 21 days to break a habbit & we both last cut on the 22nd, soooo we'll see how that goes..

on wednesday it'll be me & jake's 4 months.. & next thursday is valenitines (how ever you spell itt) day and i wanna get him something.. hmm..

my tits now have names.. right one is Adam & the left is Ryder (:

I love him, my baby. <3 soo much.. </3

Wednesday February 6th, 2013:

today is 4 months with my baby!! i love him sooo much. dude. <3 he is so amazingg. i just want to push him in the snow and kiss him and be crazy. i am crazy about him.. like super crazy aboutt him. <3 i dont wantt him to be taken awayyy! ):

Hunter said he was going to ask me out last week on friday on the bus.. god he's a douche.. he broke my heart so many countless times and just left.. and my ex. my good lord, he is such a dick. im sick of them both fucking with my head and heart. ive moved on and it Shawntay's words 'have a new life with a better guy'.. god i love her. i dont know where i would be right now if it werent for her.. <3 i love you shawny'z forever <3

Friday February 8th, 2013:

well..i almost cut last nightt, i didnt but i was aboutt to.. im not taking my meds, im just throwing them in a bag & ima sell them.. they weren't working anyway soo..

Im seriously so sccared that Jake's going to leave me.. even though he says he's not going to an yada yada yada, but still.. im paranoid.. it's just who i am... i love him with all my heart though.. ya know??

im diguesting..im a whore..a damn slut.. in love with a guy who prolly cant stand me.. im fucking pathetic.. why..why..why would, HOW could anyone like me, or put up with me.. i mean, what the hell..im a little ugly bitch. a fat, pathetic, stupid, idiotic, loud, sluty little damn bitch...fuckkkkkkkk.