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𝕮𝖍è𝖗𝖎𝖊 ~ 𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖊 𝖝 !𝖇𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖐𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

i'm back and still not over this movie.

warnings: violence, blood, cursing, stupidity, angst

word cunt: 3.3k

Mornings. I dreaded them. Every day, I continued this endless cycle of work, eating, and sleeping. Days, weeks, and months go by. I felt like I was a background character in my own life, just waiting for it to be over. Nothing I did brought me joy anymore.  

That was until I met him.  

My job wasn’t easy and the least bit humane, but it paid my bills. It was all I knew, since I was a little girl. My parents were killed on my sixth birthday. I remember it like it was yesterday. My aunt then took me in and cared for me, well in her own way. She started my training two weeks after I settled in. When I became older, my aunt would tell me stories about my parents. They were some of the best assassins in the world. They were both trained at the age of six like I was, but my aunt told me how they wanted a normal life for me. They wanted to get out and that’s what got them killed. Hours and hours of my childhood was spent training and led up to this moment. Killing my parents’ murderer.  

I’d been all over the world, but I was finally so close, closer than I have ever been. My ass currently hurt from all the sitting I had been doing on this train, so I decided to take a lap. Most of the seats were empty so it was easy to hear the loud argument after I removed my headphones. Their voices were distinctly British accents as I walked past. I glanced in their direction as I walked to the bathroom. No fucking way. The son of The White Death sat across from them. His terrible face tattoos showed even though he had a hood on. I revert my attention back to aisle, making my way to the bathroom. I quickly closed the door, locked it and ran to the sink. I was overwhelmed; I was the closest I had ever been to finding Him. I splashed water on my face and glanced at my reflection in the mirror. Get it together, I say to myself mentally. Reaching up my skirt, I grab the gun that rests in my hidden holster and place it in my pocket. I throw my hood over purposely over my eyes and make my way out of the bathroom.  

The pair are still bickering as I hear them the instant I step out. I look down because it’s the only way I can see. I stop when I meet their seats. 

“Excuse me,” I know I have their attention now. “Is that seat taken?” I pull my hood off. 

“Ye-No, no it’s not taken.” The one in the blue suit begins. He stands up and gestures for me to sit. I now sit across from The Son, who doesn't even try to hide the fact that he is checking me out. I force a smile to him and to the other man who sits next to him.  

“So, what brings you to Japan?” The brown-haired man asks me. I turn to face him, suddenly taking in his features. His eyes are as blue as the sky and his brown hair barely meets his shoulders as it is sleeked back perfectly.  

“Just some business and pleasure,” I smile innocently and look out the window, mentally preparing myself for what I’m about to do. Gripping the gun that I’ve had my fingers on, I begin to slowly remove.  

“Excuse us,” The other suited man forcefully grabs the other one across from him and leave their seats. Perfect. I watch over the seats as they enter the room where the luggage is. I turn back to face The Son and hop in the seat next to him. I forcibly shove the gun into ribs as he begins saying something probably offensive. He wheezes and I cover his mouth.  

“I know who you are, but you don’t know me.” I whispered in his ear. “Your father killed my parents, although you probably had nothing to do with it, just answer my questions and I won’t kill you, understand?” He nods promptly. Removing my hand from his mouth, I make the gun visible to him. “Where is he?” I simply asked. 

“My father doesn’t tell me his where-abouts,” I push the gun into his side again, this time loading it. “Ok, ok,” He pauses. “I believe some of his men will meet us in Kyoto to retrieve me.” He spat out. 

“Retrieve you?” I question him. 

“Those men were hired to return me back to him.” I see them making their way back. 

“Thanks for your help,” I pat him on the thigh and stand up. Their gaze meets mine. I smile and wave as I walk past them. As soon as I am out of their eyeline, I hide in the nearest spot I could find. I close the curtain. I yelp but quickly cover my mouth as I see a man is in there already.  

“Ladybug?” I whisper. “What are you doing here?” I cover his mouth as he is about to answer as I hear footsteps. His eyes go wide at my action, and I point at the figure that is outside of the curtain. The footsteps disappear and I remove my hands.  

“Are you running from twins, too?” A puzzled look appears on my face.  

“The twins?” He nods. “Their nickname isn’t accurate.” 

“That’s what I’m saying,” I laugh.  

“Why are you here, again?”  

“I’m supposed to steal a suitcase,” He holds it up. “You?” 

“Parent thing,” I shrug, and he nods. We feel the train as it is about to reach a stop.  

“Well, this is my stop.” I hugged him. “It’s nice to see you, Chèrie.” 

“Always a pleasure, good luck.”  

“Thanks, I might need it,” He double checks before leaving. I’ve known Ladybug for years and we didn’t know each other's names, but we were close enough to tell each other our secrets and missions. He’s the only person I’ve talked to my parents about.  

I reach for my silencer in my other pocket and twist it on. The train begins to move again, and I check before leaving. I went to return to my original seat, but my eyes met his and I took a break for it.  

“Come back here, woman!” I hear his voice behind me, but I don’t look back as I run. I attempt to hide in the bathroom, but the door doesn’t close. Turns out a foot is a good door stop. He forces the door open much to my dismay. I point my gun at him as he also pulls his out. We both audibly pant as we just did a 100-meter dash across the train. “What did you give him?” he asks in short breaths.  

“What?” I pant out.  

“The Son, what poison makes you bleed from you bloody eyes?” He presses on.  

“Wait, I didn’t kill him.” He laughs unamusingly, running his hand through his hair.  

“Listen, lady. I don’t want to shoot you-” He begins. 

“No, you listen.” He scoffs. “How much is he paying you?” 

“Who?” 

“Don’t play dumb pretty boy, how much?” 

“Well, not much now since you killed his son and now probably us.” He stutters. 

“No, I didn’t. Clearly, that is The Hornet’s work.” A knock causes our attention to divert to the door.  

“Tangerine?” We hear but I take this moment to take his gun, with him now on the ground. The door is opened, and the other lad enters the small bathroom. I point my gun and his gun at both men now as they eye me. “Why does she have your gun?” Their hands are held up.  

“Why do you think, Lemon?” He spats back. Tangerine, Lemon, their nicknames are fucking citruses.  

“Excuse me,” I interrupt them before they continue. “Is He gonna be here?” They understand who I am referring to. 

“Yes, and a whole lotta of his men.” The one named Tangerine answered.  

“Question.” Lemon begins. “If you work for him, why did you kill his son?” I breathe out impatiently.  

“He killed my parents!” I yelled, surprised by my own outburst. I lowered the guns and returned Tangerine’s to him after taking his cartridge of bullets. “Let’s restart, my name’s Chèrie.” I reach my hand out to shake Lemon’s hand, in which he hesitates. Then I shake Tangerine’s.  

After our weird interactions on the train and kind of killing The White Death, I didn’t see him until five months ago.  

The bullet train mission caused me to question my whole life because I didn’t feel as whole as I thought I would with his death. I had to take a break much to my aunt’s dismay. I randomly decided to apply to a coffee shop. There was this urge in me to see what having a normal life would be like. It was weird at first, but then I enjoyed the consistency of it. 

On this particular day, it was one of our busy days, where people came in as much as they left. With the brief moments of peace, I leaned on the counter because of the café's stupid policy of no sitting. I drank the espresso shot I made for some sort of energy, with my back facing the register, not hearing the approach of someone behind me.  

“Excuse me,” The familiar voice says. I turn around as I remember who the voice belongs to. “Relax, can I get a black coffee, Charlie?” He reads the fake name I put on my application as I slowly nod and reach my hand out. He places 50 in my hand and tells me to keep the change, like we don’t have the same career path. I pour milk into the cup and place the lid on. If he found me, who else did? That means my time at the café had to end and I had to go back into hiding. Approaching him, I slide the cup slowly across the counter, and then push it with enough force to spill on his pants. He reacts as if he expects to be burning from the coffee, but I don’t wait to see his reaction as I start to run.  

“Really!” I hear his voice behind me. I jump in my car and lock the doors. He wasn’t too far behind me, but I drove off before he could reach me. 

I wouldn’t see him for another two months in Russia. 

The moldy warehouse didn’t help my allergies one bit but that wasn’t my main focus. The man that sat tied up in the chair was barely conscious as I had hit his face pretty badly. I was hired by an outside source, probably a politician, to find his daughter. I usually don’t do Rush Hour missions, but his daughter is only eight. She must be so scared, and she doesn’t deserve that. So, this piece of shit was gonna tell me where she was. A small smile started to form on his face. The nerve of this cunt.  

“Something funny?” I asked him. He nods with what strength he has left. He points with his head to something behind, well somebody. I made out two shadows in the dark and immediately reached for my gun.  

“My men have come for me,” The man chuckles.  

“Woah, woah, woah,” The familiar posh cockney accent fills the air. “We are not one of your men.” Tangerine and Lemon come out of the dark with their hands up. Placing duct tape over the man’s mouth, I sigh. “Long time no see,” 

“What are two doing here?” I ask impatiently.  

“To find some prick’s daughter,” Lemon says. “Why don’t rich people ever take care of their own damn childre-” 

“Wait, we got hired for the same job?” 

“Seems like it,” Tangerine mutters.  

“Well, I don’t need your help.” 

“You're crazy if you think we are gonna pass up this much money,” He continues. 

“What if we worked together?” Lemon suggests after a moment of silence, I comtemplate this for a moment. It wasn’t what I wanted but I was thinking of the little girl who was running out of time. 

“Ok, fine, but only because of her.” I breathe out.  

“Really,” Tangerine begins. 

“Don’t make me change my mind,” I turn towards the man in the chair once more. As I quickly pull the duct tape off, he yelps. “Hand me those pliers,” I ask no one in particular. The rusty pliers are handed to me, and I walk behind the chair. I slowly lift his index finger and grip it with them. “Now, tell me where she is, or you lose a fingernail and get tetanus.” He continues his silence, calling my bluff, so I pull off his dirty fingernail. His scream fills the warehouse and I drop the nail on his lap. 

“Ok, ok, the address in on my phone in my back pocket.” He cries out. “A private number offered me a lot of money; I just drove her to the address.” 

“Password?” I ask as I yank the phone from his back pocket.  

“SpongeBob123,” I stifle a laugh but the two across me don’t. 

“Really bruv,” Lemon laughs. I clear my throat and they both stop.  

“Ok, got the address, let’s go.” I walk past them, but they don’t follow me right away.  

“What about me?” The man yells.  

“You guys hear something?” The twins both shake their heads. 

We arrived at the address. The building looked like another warehouse. There were guards outside with guns, not being discreet at all. The problem was getting inside unannounced. I drove with Tangerine in the passenger seat and Lemon in the back. Parking one block away, we decided to go on foot. I told them to follow my lead and I slowly approached the guards at the front door. I seductively glanced at both helplessly and twirled my hair. 

“Excuse me?” I began. “Could you point me to the nearest gas station, I’m not from around here.” Once they let their guns down, I pull out the on from behind my back and place a tranquilizer dart in both of their necks. I motion for the boys to come over. The inside was much nicer than the outside for sure. There was a guard sleeping in a chair and Tangerine aimed his gun. I lowered his gun and shot the tranquilizer dart in his leg. He was about to through a fit, but I covered his mouth as I heard talking. We continued through the warehouse but then we heard crying. Those sick fucks were laughing. Before I could act, the fruit brothers ran into the room guns a blazing. I waited for the gunfire to stop before entering. The little girl was in a dog cage in the middle of the room. I ran to open it, but she is hesitant to come out,  

“They won’t hurt you, I promise.” I reach my hand towards her, and she jumps into my arms. She was shaking with fear, and it broke me. Talk about childhood trauma. I look at the boys who are already looking at me. “Watch out!” I yell as more guards enter the room. I held her tight and ran for cover. The gunfire stops once again, and I peek to see if they are alive.  

“Shit!” Tangerine holds his leg in pain on the ground. The little girl clings to me as I walk towards him. “Oh, my apologies, love.” Modesty was the least of the little girl’s problems.  

“Did it go through?” He looks at me as if I just appeared out of thin air. 

“I can’t tell.” Lemon rips the sleeve from one the dead guards and ties it around Tangerine’s leg in which he hisses.  

“We need to remove it,” Lemon sighs, making me look at him.  

“Ok, take care of him, and I’ll return the girl safely to her twat father.”  

“No,” Tangerine and I both say.  

“End of discussion,” He kneels and beckons the little girl over. Surprisingly, she walks to him, and he picks her up. “I’ll be safe, you two be safe, take care of my brother.” I tossed him my keys and he nodded at me before leaving. Tangerine and make eye contact, not really know what just happened. We got back to my hotel by cab, even though the driver was watching us the whole ride. Finally, at my hotel, I sat him on the floor. Frankly, I didn’t want blood on my bed. I grabbed the first aid kit from my suitcase and joined him again.  

After I patch him up, he decides to lay on my bed. It wasn’t a problem now because he showered and was in a robe until he grabbed them and started to order room service. Then he had the nerve to ask me if I wanted something. I grabbed the phone from his hand, and he scoffed dramatically. I slammed the phone down before asking for what I wanted. Without a word, I walk into the bathroom.  

Halfway through my shower, I heard rapid knocking on the door. Turning the water off, I quickly put a towel on to answer the door. “What!” I whipped the door open, and his fist was about to knock again. He checks me out and it doesn’t escape my attention as he sarcastically smiles at me.  

“Foods here,” He bluntly says after handing me the clothes I also asked for from room service, then wobbles down the hallway. 

“You shouldn’t be walking!” I yell from behind him and close the door again. Swiftly, I threw my clothes on because the only thing I had eaten was a nasty bagel this morning. He was still on my bed when I came out to eat my food.  

“Absolutely not,” I breathe out. “I felt bad because you got shot and all, but you aren’t eating in my bed.”  

“Why not?” 

“Why do you think, slob?” He scoffs at me. “There is literally a table right there.”  

“You know, you’re hot when you yell.”  

“Unbelievable.” I walked out of the hotel room and towards the elevator. 

“Wait,” I hear him behind me. Reaching the elevator, I press the open button. Come on. I rapidly pushed the button. The doors finally open and I get inside and press the close button. But of course, he managed to catch up and pry the door open with his hands. “Wait,” He pants and wobbles inside. “I’m sorry,” I cross my arms and stand in the corner, ignoring him. He places his hand next to my head, trapping me. “I’m sorry, I’ve been a dick.” Finally, I looked up at him and realized how close we were. 

“What else?” I egg him in which he sighs. 

“I’ll pay you back for the room service even though the grub is probab-” I zoned him out as I looked at his lips spew out Cockney bullshit. Suddenly my lips were on his as something came over me. His arms wrap around my waist while kissing me back. The doors to the elevator open and we quickly separate. Low and behold, Lemon walks into the elevator.  

“Well look at you lot,” he says and Tangerine scratches his head. He comes in and stands between him and I. The comical elevator music awkwardly plays as we head up to what seems to be the same floor. “So, were you to about to-”  

“Ok,” I put my hands up and leave the elevator back to my room.  

“Really, Lemon?” 

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author's note: i'm back. i was stuck on an ending so i am gonna post an alternate ending. thanks for all the love. hope you enjoy! <3

alternate ending here (not done yet)

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part one

warnings: stupidity, dirty jokes, crying, erica, steve

word count: 2.1k

A year ago today, it was just a typical day for me. Except this summer was my last before college. 

Indiana’s heat made it too hot for bike riding, which is why my younger siblings bribed me with doing my chores for two weeks if I drove them to the mall. I would’ve given them a ride anyways but since there so generously offered, I obliged.

As soon as I parked in the parking lot, Lucas jumped out of my car. A few seconds later, he opens the door back up, following with a: “Thank you!” rushing off once more to meet his friends who were waiting for him at the front of the mall. Erica, who was sitting in the passenger seat because she forced Lucas to sit in the back, looked at me with puppy dog eyes. I already knew she wanted to ask me for something. 

“Yes?” 

“Can you buy me some ice cream?” She sweetly smiles. I sigh dramatically. 

“Fine,” I unbuckle my seatbelt and remove my key from the ignition.

“This is why you're my favorite sibling,” I laugh. 

The mall’s air conditioning felt terrific inside compared to the scorching heat outside. In front of us, a big group of obnoxious girls took their orders impossibly slow. One of them bumps my shoulder as they leave and rolls her eyes at me. Erica sets her foot out, tripping her. 

“Erica!” She shrugs her shoulders. I high-five her and we share a laugh. 

“Hi-Hi welcome to Shoops Ahoy,” I look away from Erica and make eye contact with my middle-through-high school crush. Steve Harrington was a sight for soar eyes. I haven’t seen him since our graduation party. 

I hear my sister laugh. “Scoops Ahoy, idiot.” She rudely says.

“Erica!” 

“Just the facts!” I roll my eyes at her usual response to her behavior. 

“You’re just a ball of sunshine aren’t you,” Steve adds. “Let me guess, more samples?”

“Actually, I would like to purchase your most chocolatey ice cream.”

“Coming right up, and for you?” 

“Uh, I’ll have what she’s having,”

“On the house for you,” He winks at me as he grabs his ice cream scoop. “So how much do they pay you to babysit her,” He uses his head, motioning toward Erica. 

“Oh, not enough,” We share a laugh and Erica rolls her eyes. “Erica’s my sister.” His eyes bulge. 

“You’re a Sinclair?” 

“The oldest,” His surprise offends me as if we haven’t gone to the same schools together our whole lives. 

“Hey, Steve?” Erica interjects. “More scooping, less flirting with my sister.”

“Erica!” 

Because of my sister’s bright personality, I made her sit at a table to wait for me after she got her ice cream. However, she continued to send dirty looks. 

“I was a douche in high school and I’m sorry for not noticing you sooner,” He apologizes to me. 

“No need to apologize, I was not very noticeable,” 

Steve scoffs. “Apparently,” I punch him on the shoulder. “But seriously, let me make it to you. Are you doing anything tonight?” 

“Steve, your shirt is in the ice cream.” I laugh as he realizes. 

“Shit,” He mumbles, wiping his cute uniform in an attempt to remove the stain. 

“See you around,” I lick my ice cream and walk away. 

Later that night, I hear a knock on the front door. My parents weren’t home and neither was Erica and Lucas so I was forced with answering the door. I roll out of my bed and trudge down the stairs towards the front door. 

“Hey, is Lucas here?” Dustin asks as soon as the door is opened. 

“Hello to you, too.” I notice a car in the driveway. 

“Hi. Is he here?” He impatiently continues. 

“No, he isn’t. I thought he was with you?” 

“Oh, then he’s probably with Max.” He mumbles.

“What?” 

“His girlfriend.” 

“What?” He scurries off my porch and to the car, leaving me in confusion. My dorky little brother has a girlfriend? I close the door slowly, still confused. I turn around to go back up to my room. Another knock at the door draws my attention. 

“Yes, Dustin?” I say. 

“Not quite,” I look up from the ground. 

“Steve?” He smiles and awkwardly leans on the threshold of the doorway. 

“The one and only,” 

“What are you doing here?” He winces as if I offended him. 

“Ouch,” 

“I didn’t mean it that way. It’s just…strange to see you here.” 

“I meant what I said earlier, I would like to take you out.” 

“If I say yes, will you wear that cute sailor uniform to our date?” He groans. 

“Ok, deal,” He sticks his hand out. I laugh and then shake his hand. Honks from Steve’s car catch our attention. 

“Speed it up, lover boy,” Dustin yells from the rolled-down window. Steve chuckles before turning back to me. He brings my hand up to his face and places a gentle on my hand. 

“I’ll pick you up at eight tomorrow after work.” Leaving me at a loss for words, he walks back to his car.  

Our first date was amazing and so we had another. Our second date was also amazing so we had another.  Many dates later, Steve asked me out. 12 amazing months later, we are still together. Today, was our one-year anniversary and Steve, was nowhere to be found. Five minutes turned into ten, then thirty, then an hour passed. There had to be a reasonable explanation. Steve had never stood me up on a date. He always showed up, the latest he had ever been was five minutes. The waitress approaches me. 

“Ma’am, you need to order something or I’m gonna ask you to leave.” I grab a breadstick and take a bite. 

“May I borrow your phone, please,” I say, speaking with my mouth full. 

“Of course,” She motions for me to follow her. She points to the phone. I dial our home phone. The phone rings. Nobody picks up. There had to be a reasonable explanation for this. He wouldn’t do this on purpose. The waitress, who was behind me without my knowledge, waited there patiently. I thank her and walk out of Enzo’s. It was unusually chilly for a summer night and my being in a dress didn’t seem to help my situation. Betty, my Volkswagen Beetle, provided me with warmth as I sat inside. There had to be a reasonable explanation for this, I tell myself again. I pull into the apartment building parking lot. Steve’s car is nowhere to be found. Three months ago, on our 9th month anniversary, he asked me to move in with him. We have been living with each other ever since. 

“How much longer?” My feet started to throb because I overdressed, assuming that I wouldn’t be hiking for our date. 

“C’mere,” He squats down. “Hop on.” I get on my boyfriend’s back. He groans loudly. I squirm to get off his back. “I’m kidding,” 

“Asshole,” He chuckles. 

“You love this asshole,” He snarks. 

“That sounds very wrong,”

“Oh,” He pauses as he realizes and I laugh. 

A table is set out in the middle of a clearing. A table cloth covers the table, along with candles, two glasses, and silverware. Steve sets me down on the ground and pulls the chair out for me. 

“Steve, did you do all this?” He dusts his shoulders off causing me to laugh. 

“He had some help,” Dustin comes from out of nowhere with a suit and tie. “Water?” Still confused, I don’t respond. 

“Yes, please.”

“And Y/n, how about you? Water?” I nod, still baffled at how Dustin Henderson is being tame. He pours me the water in the glass and walks away, disappearing again.

“Your meal served.” Mike appears dressed the same as Dustin was, holding a metal cloche. He removes the top and places a plate in front of me. He runs back to wherever he came from, returning quickly with Steve’s plate. I look at the food in front of me. Its pasta and an abnormally large singular meatball look surprisingly good. 

“How did- what- when?” I stutter after Mike disappears again. My mind moves faster than my mouth can handle. 

“I’ll explain later, just enjoy.” He watches me closely, waiting for me to take a bite. I grab a fork and pick up some of the pasta with it. I place it in my mouth and slowly chew. 

“Oh my gosh,” 

“What?” His face is flooded with seriousness as he tried to read mine. “How is it?”

“Did you make this?”

“Yes,”

“It’s amazing,” His smile returns. My boyfriend was a terrible, and I mean absolutely horrid cook. 

“Try the meatball,” I attempt to pick it up with the fork, visibly struggling. “Just use your hands.” I sigh and pick it up with my hands to please him. I bite something hard. I pull it away from my mouth to find what I just bit. A shiny thing is embedded in the meatball. I pull it out to find it’s a key. 

“Will you move in with me?” He asks me. 

“What the hell?” I look at him then back at the key in my hand. “I literally could’ve choked, Steve!” He seems to become aware of how he almost committed murder. 

“Shit. I’m so sorry, Y/n.” He panics and continues to babble, but I can’t be mad at him. 

“I would love to be your roommate.” His babbling continued.

“Wait, really?” He finally hears me. I nod and he walks over to me, closing the space between us. He leans in but I place my hands on his chest.

“Let’s not place large items in my food anymore, ok?” He rapidly nods.

“I promise,” I pull him into a kiss. 

“Ew,” My brother’s voice draws our attention. He’s dressed in a suit with a silver cloche in his hands. “Dessert?” 

“No, fucking, way” I look back at my boyfriend who made miracles happen. 

The tears rolling down my face made it hard to see the road as I made my way back to my apartment. So I stopped my sobbing but was quickly distracted by the sound of the radio static. The familiar tune played but I quickly turned off the radio. I turn my eyes to the road and slam on the breaks. I place my car in park and run out. Fred Benson’s body lay there, his arms and legs disfigured whilst he lay lifeless on the road. A scream escaped my throat as I slowly backed away from his body. Everything after that was a blur. 

Somehow I ended up at…well, I didn’t exactly know where I was. Not knowing how I got there, not knowing what happened. All I could see every time I blinked was Fred’s mangled body on the road. 

“You think she’s gonna be ok?” I hear Dustin say as if I wasn’t in the room. 

“Well,” Eddie starts. “I’ve been there and it’s not very fun-” He laughs but stops when he hears no one join in. 

“Ok,” Steve breathes out. “Here goes nothing.” He kneels down in front of me. “Y/n, baby?” I blankly look at him. “We need to talk.” I slowly nod because that’s all I could bring myself to do. Steve told me about the Hawkins Laboratory, Eleven, Demogorgons, the Mind Flayer, and finally Vecna. It all sounded stupid and made up but it explained all of the missing and dead people. He finished speaking but I didn’t say anything. 

“You should give her some time to process all of this-” Robin says but I interrupt her.

“So this is why you didn’t show up to our anniversary dinner?” I speak for the first time all night.

“Oh shit,” Steve mutters. 

“We should leave,” Dustin whispers and they all collectively exit the room. 

“I sat there for an hour, waiting for you.” We are now standing. 

“Wait, what is today’s date?” He asks.

“It’s our anniversary, Steve!”

“Just bear with me, ok?” I breathe out, becoming impatient.

“It’s the 23rd,” He starts laughing out of nowhere, causing me to be more annoyed. 

“Baby, our anniversary is on the 25th.” As I wrap my head around what he said he cups my face with his hands. 

“Oh,” I pause. “Oh my gosh. I’m so sorry. I was so mad at you. I thought you stood me up.” 

“Y/n,” He stops my rambling. “It’s ok,” We hug for what seems like forever until a knock interrupts us. 

“Sorry to interupt-”

“So don’t,” Steve says.

“We have bigger problems than your relationship, Steve!” And so we followed Dustin. But this time we were doing it together. 

Steve promised that he wouldn’t lie or hide anything from me anymore.

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author's note: this is a little bonus short story because I just rewatched Strangers Things. I haven't really been able to find any fanfics with Steve x Sinclair! so I decided to write my own. Hope you enjoy! <3

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part two

warnings: kissing, cheesiness, cuteness, bad dance moves

word count: 1.5k

Steve Harrington is my boyfriend. 

It sounded crazy even thinking it, but it was true, and it has been for the past seven months. Although he reassures me that he likes me as much as I like him. Still, my mind wonders how I managed to attain his affections. As I run my fingers through his brown locks with his head on my lap, which he only lets me touch his hair, my overthinking caused my mind to run a million miles per hour with uncertainty. Steve’s warm hand grasps mine that was entangled in his hair, bringing me back to reality. 

“Hey, where’d you go?” He speaks in a low tone. “You're missing the best part,” He rotates so that he lays on his back, looking back up at me. 

“Steve, how many times have we watched Jaws? Like ten times.” His brow furrowed and a frown formed on his face. 

“We’ve only watched it five times, but it’s a classic.” I nod to appease him, playfully rolling my eyes. “But seriously, Y/N, what’s wrong?” Solemness clouds my living room. We’ve had the conversation before but I was still filled with doubts and wavering about our relationship. I shake my head no in response to his question. His hand lifts to cup my face and he gives me a soft smile. 

“You’re cute when you lie,” He coos. I break the intense eye contact and cower away from him, flustered. “I love you,” He admits quietly. At first, I thought I heard him wrong and a puzzled look appears on my face. Steve changes positions once again and sits across from me on the couch. “I love you, Y/N Sinclair.” He repeats. The infamous Jaws music plays in the background of our conversation. “And you don’t have to say it back. I just want you to know.” He stutters. 

“I love you,” I confess after a prolonged silence. “I have for a while now actually.” The reason I couldn’t grasp he was mine, was because of our high school lives. 

Steve never acknowledged my presence. Steve was a dip in high school who only wanted to be popular. But, he was a completely different person back in middle school. We traded the occasional lunch but that was it. That, was basically the only interaction we had other than our slow dance at the Snow Ball. He likely doesn’t remember it because it was so long ago. But ever since, I developed feelings for him that I never thought would be reciprocated. 

“Can’t Take My Eyes Off You” plays loudly throughout the room. I fiddled with the dress my mother urged me to wear on the bleachers as I watched my friends dance with boys. I slurped my punch sadly. A very prepubescent Steve cleared his throat. I looked up to see his hand held out. 

“May I have this dance?” He smiled, causing one to form on my face. I eagerly nodded and he pulled me onto the dancefloor. That was many years ago.

He cups my face with both of his hands and pulls me toward him. His lips brushed against mine and I closed my eyes, embracing him. Our lips danced in sync with each other, starting out delicate but gradually we sped up, needing more. His hands pulled me onto his lap, with mine wrapping around his neck. 

“Gross,” My little brother’s voice caused me to jump off of Steve’s lap. 

“Oh shut it,” Steve playfully muttered.

“Don’t you have a basketball bench to warm?” I cross my arms. 

“Ha-ha, very funny. You know you have a bedroom to suck face in?” Lucas copies my body language. Steve lets out a laugh but quickly tries to hide it with a serious face when I look at him. “Steve, can you give me a ride to the school for Hellfire?” I scoff offended by his betrayal. 

“But I always give you a ride,” Lucas shrugs.

“Well, do you want to give me a ride?” 

“No, not really,” I laugh and he shakes his head at me. 

“Ok, children let’s go,” Steve grabs his keys from the coffee table and my hand. 

We dropped off Lucas and we sit in the high school parking lot for a while. Steve finally starts the car again and grabs a tape from his center console. The familiar tune filled my ears. I turn towards my boyfriend who is already looking at me. 

“You remembered?” Disbelief stains my voice. His distinguishable and comforting smile is shown on his face. 

“How could I forget?” Turning up the radio, he hastily places a kiss on my cheek and exits the car. I confusedly watch him as he runs around to my side, opening the door. This time a much older and post-pubescent Steve has his hand held out in front of me. “May I have this dance?” He asks me, recreating our previous one. Teary-eyed, I let out a laugh, entangling my fingers with his and he pulls me out his car. I clasp my hands around his neck. His fingers gently wipe away the single tear that escapes from my eye. I smile at my boyfriend once more as his hands settle on my hips. 

“You’re just too good to be true,” He starts singing on key, surprisingly. “Can’t keep my eyes off of you,” We sway side to side in the Hawkins Highschool parking lot with both of Steve’s car doors open. “You’d be like Heaven to touch,” I lay my head on his shoulder as he continues to sing. 

“I had no clue that you could sing, Stevey.” He laughs. 

“I can do a lot of things,” I know for a fact that he had a smirk on his face. Steve throws me out and spins me back in, dipping me. I pant, trying to catch my breath because I didn’t expect any more surprises from him.

“Wow, I got a good deal, didn’t I?” He nods quickly.

“A great one actually,” He helps me up to my feet. Our foreheads meet as we are comforted by each other’s presence. “I love you, baby! And if it’s quite alright I need you, baby, to warm these lonely nights!” Steve pulls away from me and belts out the chorus suddenly. He begins to “dance” but to me, it looks like he’s experiencing a stroke. I laugh as I watch him dance around me, attempting to sing while being out of breath. Grabbing my hands, I join him in his peculiar movement. Our laughter could be heard from miles away but we didn’t seem to care. 

The song comes to an end and we stop our movement, catching our breath. Steve approaches me again with an adorable look on his red face. “I love you so much,” He says, still huffing. His hands hold my face. “I’ll scream it until you believe it. I love you! I love you! I love you, Y/N M/N Sinclair!” I place my hand over his mouth.

“Ok! Ok,” I pause. “I believe you,” He takes my hand off his mouth. 

“Good,” A cheeky smile forms on his face. 

I roll my eyes playfully. “You are such a dork, Steve Harrington.” He gasps offensively placing his hand on his chest as if I had just wounded him. 

“Then you are a dork by association,” He snarkily says, shrugging his shoulders. I pull him by his shirt collar. 

“Shut up,” Our lips entwine. I smile into the kiss causing Steve to pull away. 

“What?” He asks, a worried expression is displayed on his face. I wrap my arms around his neck and shake my head.

“Nothing,” I linger. “I just love you.” Steve’s smile returns and he picks me up, spinning me around, causing a squeal to leave my mouth. We lean in once more to kiss. 

“Ew!” Steve yelps as we hear a voice. Turning towards the voice, we see the whole Hellfire club standing at the front doors of the highschool. My brother’s face displays disgust. 

“And I thought you were the weirdest Sinclair,” Eddie says crossing his arms with a smirk on his face. I rolled my eyes for what seemed like the 100th time tonight. 

Steve mimics Eddie by crossing his arms. “How long have you been there?” 

“Long enough for me to want to gauge my eyes out,” Lucas replies following with a dramatic gag. 

“I’m gonna make you walk home,” I laughed as I watched his eyes bulge. 

“Eddie will give me a ride home, right?” He turns toward Eddie who is shaking his head. Lucas groans.

“Dude your sister scares me,” He shrugs his shoulder and walks back inside of the school. 

“Is Steve planning on dating all our sisters?” I hear Mike say to Lucas as they head inside and I laugh. I stop once I don’t hear Steve joining in. He is glaring at me with a stern and serious look. 

“What?” Steve shakes his head trying to hide his smile. 

“Let’s go, Jaws is not gonna finish itself.” He starts walking to his open car door. 

“Oh please, no! I’m sorry.” 

“That’s what I thought,” 

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author's note: it's been a hot minute... sorry for that. I am so grateful for the 28 of you and thanks for my stuff. I have decided to call my fanbase the tennies. I luv and appreciate u all. I hope you enjoy this partially edited chapter. <3

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warnings: injuries, crying, stupidity, sadness, basically angst

word count: 2064

The view from the top of the Empire State Building would be so beautiful if I didn't have a crippling fear of heights. I clung to his neck for dear life as he laughed mockingly. I now know why curiosity killed the cat. 

"Y/N, I promise the view is worth it." I bury my face further into his neck, not very convinced.

"Absolutely not," My voice comes out muffled. Another laugh escapes his lips.

"One peek and we'll leave," I breathe out heavily, slowly pulling away from the safety of his neck. Once I set my eyes on the landscape, I couldn't look away. The sun rising behind the skyscrapers caused the sky to be filled with gorgeous hues of orange. 

"Wow," I gasped, taking in the gorgeous view.

"I know right, she's beautiful isn't she." I knew he was talking about me, of course, but I ignored it.

"She really is," I turned around to face Peter who was already looking at me. Except I turn around too quickly and lose my footing. A frightful scream escapes my throat as I grasp for him. He catches me right before my foot slips off the edge of this really, fucking, tall, building. Once again, I'm in Peter's arms and clutching onto him for dear life. "Can we please go now?" My voice comes out shakier than I intended. 

"Are you ok?" His voice was coated in worry. His fingers stroke my back like he always used to do to comfort me.

"I will be when you take me off this fucking building," His worry disappears again as he laughs. Again, we swing from building to building, my face still buried back in his neck. My organs harshly yank up, down, and around, until I feel us land. 

"You're safe now," Peter breaks the silence. I hesitantly pull away from him to see we are on top of my apartment building. Nausea hits me and I run to the side of the building, puking. I hear Peter laughing as I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. 

"I seriously need to stop allowing you to do that," We laugh together. He takes his mask off.

"I missed this," He pauses and we make eye contact. "Us, you and me." He slowly makes his way toward me and I scoff. He stops moving toward me, trying to read my thoughts.

"Please don't," I look down and play with my thumbs. "You don't get to do this to me. We can never go back to how we were." He steps back in disbelief.

"I know and it's all my fault, but I couldn't-" He runs his hands down his face. "I couldn't keep you safe and be with you." I scoff again. The nerve of this bug.

"I’m sorry but that's not a good enough reason for you to break my heart, Peter. I thought you didn't love me anymore. I thought it was because I couldn't give you a baby-" A sob that has been building escapes my mouth. "I am not a damsel who needs you to save me. You don't get to walk back into my life because you "miss us", because I miss you every day." He tries to embrace me but I shake my head in refusion. 

"I am so sorry, Y/N. I know that might not mean much but I mean it. It was never my intention to make you feel that way and I hate myself for it. I just wanted to keep you safe, even if that meant not being with you. I will never, not love you." A tear escapes from his eye and runs down his face. 

"Peter, you could have told me. We could have figured it out together." My anger subsided as I realized he actually meant it.

"I wish it worked out that way." He sighs in defeat.

"Me too," I sniffle and look back at him.

"I know we can never go back to how it was, but I really miss my best friend." I admit.

"Me too," Slowly, I approach and hug him. We stay there, holding each other, for what seems like forever. His distinct and signature scent filled my nostrils again. "Okay," I pulled away from him to wipe my eyes. "Enough of that, looks go inside." Peter nods and places his mask back on. We enter the building and cautiously trudge down the stairs because of Peter's current outfit. I unlock my apartment and close it behind Peter as he comes in after me. 

"Um, Spider-man?" I hear a familiar voice. Peter yelps and I hurry to the light switch.

"Jacki?" I turn on the lights and see her sitting on a kitchen stool. 

"Sorry, I let myself in because I was worried about you, but it seems like you are in good hands." 

"Yeah, she pretty much is." 

"Peter-" I stop myself. Shit! 

"It's fine. Cat's out the bag." He takes off his mask and Jacki and I gasp.

"Your ex is Spider-man?" 

"Apparently," I look back and forth between them. "Peter, I need to talk to Jacki." I grab her hand and drag her to my bedroom. 

"What the hell is going on?" She wastes no time. 

"Ok, bear with me. Peter, my ex, is Spider-man-" 

"Yeah I got that,"

"Just wait. Ok, so Peter and I grew up together and we were best friends before we dated. That's why he was there at the hospital and also why he's here with me now. He and I are kind of making up but not really. We are just back to being friends again." 

"That's a load of bullshit and you know it. That man doesn't want to be your friend. When a guy says he wants to be friends, he really means he wants to be more than friends." 

"But-"

"But nothing. You both love each other and that is only going to lead to trouble especially when you or him start dating. Oh speaking of dating, James!" I think for a moment. She really does make a good point. "I just don't want him to hurt you again, okay. I will always look out for you even if you are kinda being fucking stupid right now." 

"I am kind of being stupid aren't I, but I missed him as my best friend."

"Trying to revert back to friends after dating never works. Have you seen the movies? And, you already have a best friend." 

"You should be a life coach." I laugh and she joins in. "What am I going to do?"

"You're going to walk out there and kick him out." 

"Absolutely not,"

"Yeah that is a little extreme," she pauses to think for a moment. "Ok you're going to go out there and see what happens plus I'll be there to back you up."

"That's it?"

"Hey, that's all I got."

"Ok," I breathe out. I walk out of my bedroom to see that Peter is nowhere in sight. On the fridge, he rearranged the letters to say "text me" like we always use to do.

"Well that was easy." I look back at Jacki in disbelief. My apartment fills with laughter once again. 

"You think he heard us?" I wonder, even though I know my apartment walls are paper thin. 

"He definitely did."

Jacki and I, well I was forced, decided to have a girl's night tonight. Considering it was morning and I didn't get any sleep and didn't have work today, Jacki left so that I could sleep. 

I woke around noon, getting seven hours of sleep. I roll out of bed as I hear knocking "Just a second!" James' face meets mine after I open the door. I lean on the door for support and smile at him. "Hi," He returned the smile. 

"Hey, can I come in?" 

"Oh yeah, of course," I opened the door wider. I haven't seen him since yesterday when I was in a hormonal and emotional state. I close the door and turn to face him. He is already looking at me with adoration as he leans on the counter. 

"Are you ok?" He asks. When I don't answer, he approaches me. He gently places his fingers under my chin and lifts my head. I meet his eyes. They are filled with concern and gentle softness. "Y/N, it's gonna be ok." He hugs me and I finally let it out, accepting his embrace. The thing is, I knew it was okay. I wasn't crying because of my dad's accident because I knew my dad was a strong person. I wasn't crying for all the reasons that I should for which I felt so selfish and naive. The reason I was crying was because of something that became so suddenly clear at that moment. When I was in his arms, I was imagining him as someone else, Peter. At that moment I knew that I didn't deserve James, especially because of how I longed for another. I pull away from his arms with my back facing him. I knew what I had to do but I didn't want to do it. 

"James," I sniffle. "I- I think that we-,"

He interrupts me. "I know," He circles around me so we are face to face. "I see the way you look at him and he you. I can't get in the way of love. I enjoyed our time together and I hope that we can still be friends." I look up from the ground to meet James' smile again. This time I hugged him. James is gonna make someone happy one day. James pulls away and wipes my tears. "You should call him," I smile and nod. He places a gentle kiss on my forehead and leaves my apartment.

The phone rings once and I hear heavy breathing. "Peter?"

"Hello," a woman's voice answers back. I'm hit with a pain in my chest. Of course, he moved on, why wouldn't he, I did, sort of. "Hello?" The voice questions after my prolonged silence. "Sorry, wrong number." Of all the excuses I could've come up with, I had to use a dumb one. My contact was saved on his phone. I threw my phone on the sofa and sighed deeply. What am I gonna do? 

The two weeks go by with me being unable to call him. Every time I find the courage to call him, I chicken out. My mind is running a hundred miles per hour wondering if he wants to talk to me or if the anonymous girl will pick up again. Jacki doesn’t exactly understand my feelings for Peter but she still supports me. My father was released from the hospital after his surgery but I haven’t been able to build up the courage to go back home. I call but I know that he wants to see me face to face.

I settled back once again in my bed after another stressful day at work. I stare at the ceiling, watching the light dance on it as cars drive past my window. I finally turn on my side, slowly closing my eyes. A slight tap on my window causes me to sit up. I thought it was in my head until I heard it again. Flipping my blanket over my legs, I slowly approach my window. I’m met with a barely conscious Peter who is leaning on my window. I quickly open the window and help him inside. 

“Peter!” A panic fills my voice. His eyes weakly open as I scan his body for his injuries. We collapsed on the floor simply because I couldn’t support his weight. “I’ll be back,” I gently untangle myself from his grasp and run to my bathroom to grab my first aid kit. I ran back into my room to see him lying there where I left him. “Peter?” I get no response. I tap him on the shoulder and he jolts. I let out a sigh of relief. 

“Hi,” His voice comes out weakly. I cup his face with my hands. He reaches his hand towards my face to wipe away my tears. “So, you never called.” I laugh and place a kiss on his forehead. 

“Shut up,” I open up the first aid kit and start attending to his wounds.

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warnings: car accident, blood, sad stuff

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“I-“

“Don’t you dare try to deny it.” Peter looks up from his hands, looking at me those eyes of his and deeply sighs.

“I wanted to tell you-“ I abruptly stand up. He could he keep something like that from me. It all was starting to make sense.

“I didn’t know how to tell you and keep you safe.” He continues but I don’t hear the rest because of my anger. All the late nights when he snuck in our bedroom. All the nights I was worried where he was because he didn't answer the phone. He pushed me away to keep me safe? That is some bullshit.

“Y/n?” Peter's voice brings me out of my head. He reaches for my hand and I pull away. "I'm so sorry that I pushed you away," He is standing now infront of me. The moon reflects in his eyes and causes them to sparkle. I feel a tear stream down my face, realizing I’m crying. He wipes it away with his thumb then cups my face, looking into my eyes. A sadness is displayed across his face. I mindlessly push him back away from me harshly.

"Don't," I can’t. I couldn't. I wouldn't. He could he just expect me to accept his apology. He could he after all he put me through.

"No," I choke out through my cries.

"No?"

"No! You can't just walk back expect to walk back into my life after what you put me through. I loved you and you broke me. I hate myself for still loving you." Peter slowly picks his head up.

"You still love me?"

"That's not the point, Peter! You hurt me!"

"I know and I'm so sorry. I couldn't, can't lose you. I won't let it happen again." Peter still blames himself for Glenn's death even though I reassured him it wasn't his fault. I hate that he felt that he couldn't tell me because he thought that it would get me killed.

"Peter," The anger leaves my voice and I cup his face. "Look at me," He picks his head up once more. "It wasn't your fault. Ok?" He sniffles and nods his head. He suddenly burries his face in my neck and wraps his arms around me. I accept his embrace and hug him back. He still smells of Old Spice and cinnamon.

"Goodbye, Peter." I pull away from him and start walking back to my car. I felt his eyes lingering on me.

I get in my car and place my head on my steering wheel. I place my key in my ignition and start it. I look out of the windshield and see Peter's silloulette, now sitting on the bench. I didn't realize how much I really missed him.

My six o'clock alarm interrupts my sleep. I slowly open my eyes as the sun peaks through my curtains. I feel a sharp pain in my gut causing me to groan. I pull off my covers and see a pool of blood. Just wonderful! I stand up a little to quickly and my head throbs with a fat headache. Pulling my sheets off my bed, I stumble over to my bathroom and apply stain remover. I throw them in the washer and walk back to my bedroom. I grab my phone and search for Jacki's number. The phone rings four times.

"Hello," Jacki's voice shows that she just woke up.

"Hey, I feel like shit-"

"Well, good morning to you, too."

"Good morning,"

"I got you, girl."

"Thank you," I hang up and go to take a shower.

After my relaxing shower, my stomach grumbled furiously. I decided to order Doordash and then I hear a knock at my door. I look through the peephole and see James. I slightly open the door and peek my head through.

"Good morning, beautiful." James widely smiles and pulls out flowers and chocolate from behind his back. I open the door wider. "Jacki told me,"

"Come in," He walks in and sets the flowers and chocolate on the table. I hug him as he turns around. He becomes tense then he accepts my hug.

"What was that for?" I peck his lips.

"For you being you," A smile appears on his face.

"I'm playing hooky and Jacki's covering for me so I could spend the day with you. I mean if you want-"

"That sounds wonderful,"

"What are we having for breakfast?" I laughed as he took off his shoes.

"DoorDash,"

"Ooh, my favorite!" I laughed again and he joined me. Like clockwork, there is a knock at the door and I run to open it, starving out of my mind. Except when I open the door it's not my delivered food, it's Peter. I quickly shut the door causing James to jump. "Who is it?" I look at him and he looks back at me.

"My ex," I mouth and his eyes go wide causing me to giggle.

"Y/n," I hear Peter's voice outside. I breath out deeply and open the door again.

"Hi," I say a little too fakely.

"Hey," Peter looks distraught as he stands there with his hand to his pockets. James sneaked up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. Peter's eyes go to James' arms.

"Who is it?" James says, which causes me to be confused at first but I play along.

"It's Peter," James pushes the door open wider.

"I didn't know you had company?"

"I-"

"Well I'm her boyfriend so yeah," James cuts me off. Peter face suddenly shows anger and, is that jealousy. It most definitely is.

"Well, now doesn't seem like a good time to talk,"

"No it isn't," James replies.

"Maybe later, text me?"

"Yeah," With that Peter walks away and I close the door.

"Thanks, James."

"No problem, girlfriend." I laugh, and grab a pillow, chucking it at him. He tries ducking but is to late.

"Oh yeah," He starts running towards me. I attempt to run away but am shortly captured. I scream as James picks me and throws over his shoulder. A knock at the door causes me to stop screaming. James walks to the door with me still over his shoulder. The DoorDash man looks at us judgingly as he hands James the food. As soon as the door closes, my apartment fills with laughter once again. James lets me down, handing me the food.

"What was his deal?"

"No clue, I gave him a decent tip, too." He chuckles.

After breakfast, James and I thought about what we were gonna do. An idea popped in my head and I ran to my closet. Where is it? I dug through my very unorganized closet. My eyes landed on it and I grabbed it, rushing back to the living room. I felt his eyes on me as I hooked up the Wii to the TV.

"No way! I haven't seen a Wii in forever."

"I've had this thing for forever. Peter and I used to-" I stopped myself.

"It's ok,'' He reasures me. "What game am I about to beat you in?" I scoff and turn towards him.

"You won't have that smirk on your face for long. I'm about to school you, Jamie!"

"We'll see, what are playing first?"

"Just Dance," I put the CD in and searched for my favorite one, Rasputin.

"You are so going down!" I press play and then I hear my phone ring. I see my mother's caller ID. My mother never calls me. I answer the phone hesistantly.

"Hello,"

"Y/n, you're father has been in an accident." She says in montonely voice. Hello to you, too.

"Oh my gosh, is he ok?"

"He is critical condition they said," Her voice

breaks, showing actual emotions.

“What hospital?” I hang up after she tells me, slamming my phone on the counter.

“Y/n, is everything ok?” James voice brings me back to reality.

“Uh, my dad-,” Tears threaten to leave my eyes. “My dad had a car accident and-" A sob escapes my lips and James embraces me. "I have to go." I say, pulling away from him. He pushes my hair out of my face and nods.

"Let me drive you," I look up from the ground at him. "You shouldn't right now."

"Thanks for the offer but I'll take a taxi." He nods once more. "Thank you for this great morning, James."

"Anything for you," I walk him to the door. "Call or text, or both, if you need anything. I'm here for you." I hug him once more and he places a delicate kiss on my forehead.

The cab driver clears his throat, bringing back from my thoughts. He has his hand out and I dig in my pockets and hand him a 20. I leave the taxi and stand outside of the hospital. I hesitantly walk in towards the front desk.

The front desk lady tells me the room number and I make my way towards the elevator. I step out of the elevator and immediately see my mother weeping in a chair. I slowly approach her and sit next to her. She looks at me after I place my hand on her shoulder. Her mascara is smudged around her face and her eyes are puffy. She abruptly stands up and hugs me, continuing to sob. I wrap my arms around her and the tears start trickling down my face again. She finally pulls away from me and wipe her tears away.

“Is he okay?” I sniffle, asking the obvious question. She sits down and I join her.

“His heart stopped, but they brought him back.” I gasp as she pauses. “They going to do surgery on him tomorrow.” I hug her again but turn around once I hear footsteps. I make eye contact with him. Of course he had to be here.

“Here you go, Y/M/N.” He hands her a coffee and she thanks him. Before he can say anything to me I excuse myself and go to the bathroom. I look at my reflection, my puffy, swollen eyes and smudged mascara displayed across my face. I use a damp paper towel to wipe it away. The last time Peter and I were in this hospital together was when, I stop myself because it is to painful to think about. I work up the nerve and leave the bathroom to join my ex and distressed mother. There is a chair in between them, forcing me to sit there. Before he can say anything to me again a doctor walks out.

“Hi, I’m Dr. Stevens-“ A flash black of the worst night, well one of the worst nights of my life due to recent events, of my life hits me. Dr. Stevens was my doctor the night I lost my baby. My mom taps me on my shoulder bringing me back to reality.

“We can see him, now.” She says quickly and I stand up, wiping the tears that managed to escape my eyes. Peter gives me a soft smile in which I didn't return. I walk into my father's hospital room and see my mother grasping his hand. He smiles weakily at Peter and I.

"Dad," I rush to his side. His eyes are bloodshot, his left arm is broken, he has a big scar across his forehead. A tear slips down my face but he wipes it away.

"Is it that bad?" I laugh slips from my mouth. I don't know how he always managed to make me laugh no matter the circumstance. "Hey, Petey. I'm glad you came."

"How are you feeling?" Peter moves from the door to my side. I look at him but his doesn't meet my gaze.

"I feel fantastic, thanks for asking," He smiles and a harsh cough escapes his mouth. My mother's smile disappears as soon as it came and her face fills with concern. He reassures her by grabbing her arm. "Hey, ladies, I need to talk to Peter," I make eye contact with my mother and she nods at me. I follow after my mother as she leaves the room.

"I'm going to the vending machine, you wan't anything?" My mom breaks the silence. I shake my head no and she disappears down the hospital hallway. I take my phone out of my pocket to look at the time and a bunch miss calls and texts from Jacki and James.

"Hey," Peter silently approached. I place my phone back in my pocket and he sits in the chair next to me. My mom comes back from the vending machine, handing me a cherry coke.

"Thanks," She smiles at me.

"You kids go on home, ok?"

"No-"

"Don't agrue with me on this. Go get some sleep." I sigh and get up to hug my mom goodbye.

"I love you,"

"Love you, go some sleep, ok?" I nod in response. Peter hugs her after me. I forgot how much he was involved in my life before we started dating. Peter's parents and mine grew up together. After his parents died and he moved in with aunt and uncle, our house was like a second home to him. And when his uncle died, it seemed like he never left. We spent Christmas, Thanksgiving, and every other holiday together. I had the fattest crush on him for a good amount of my life and it only made sense when we finally admitted our feelings about each other and started dating.

I give my mom one last goodbye and walk towards the elevator. Peter enters just as the doors are about to close. The silence is deafening as we wait for the elevator to open once more. I walk out first and towards the front doors. As I get outside, I get hit with the harsh cold, causing me to hug myself. I wait for a taxi to come in sight and Peter joins my side once again. I open my cherry coke and take a big sip. A loud burp slips from my mouth. Peter and I make eye contact and we burst out laughing. Our laughter dies down and I see a taxi.

"Let me take you home," Peter says.

"I'll take a taxi,"

"Please, I insist." I sigh and nod. "I'm sorry for what happened to your dad and for what I-" I felt like I hand no control over my body and I hug him. I pull away because I don't feel him hugging me back.

"I'm sorry," He hugs me back and we stay there for a moment. He pulls away when he hears me sniffling. He wipes the tear away from my face.

"Come on," He pulls me to his car, opening the door for me. I lean my head up against the window and fall asleep. I feel a tap on my shoulder and I jump awake. We were outside of my apartment complex. I yawn and stretch my arms.

“You’re staring,” He looks away. “I can’t blame you, I mean look at me.” He chuckles and smile at him. Our eyes lock for a moment and I look away. “Can I see the suit?” My question causes his smile to leave.

“I was waiting for you to ask.” He takes his shirt off and he has his suit under.

“Do you always have that thing on?”

“Which thing?” A smirk is plastered on his face. I punch him in the arm. “Ouch that hurt!”

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𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑃𝑇𝐸𝑅 𝐹𝑂𝑈𝑅: “𝐶𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑒, 𝐶𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑒”

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This is what James looks like. Aaron Johnson is gorgeous.

“After you,” James charmingly says, opening the door for me. I walk in, looking around the restaurant. Lights line the ceiling and candles are placed on each table. The host directs us to our table and James pulls out my chair.

“This place is beautiful,” I sit down and look at the roses in the vase on the table.

“Not as beautiful as you,” James grabs my hand that is on the table and kisses it. Thank god for my melanin because I am blushing. I think back to the last time I heard someone say that to me. Peter. My thoughts are interrupted by the waitress. She places down two menus.

“You guys are a beautiful couple, wave when you’re ready.” She walks away and I look at James who has a stupid grin on his face.

“I like the sound of that.” He picks up the menu as I laugh in response.

The waitress placed our food down after we order and it looks delicious.

“Enjoy your meal, it’s nice seeing you, James.” He smiles at her and she walks away, causing me confusion.

“So, what do you enjoy doing in your free time?” I grab my fork and knife, continuing to cut into my steak.

“Um- nothing really,” He gives me a puzzling look. “I work, eat, sleep, and then repeat.” I take a bite of the steak and nearly moan at how great it is. “What about you?”

“I thought I was the only one with that routine, adulting sucks.” We laugh together.

“Yeah, the last time I had a life was two years ago.” I realized that I may have fucked up, almost mentioning my ex. I hope he doesn’t ask.

“What happened two years ago?” I shove another piece of steak in my mouth and mentally cuss myself out. I finish chewing my steak as he awkwardly watches me.

“Well,” I pause. “I didn’t work at the New York Times or ever imagined that I would,” I pause once more. “I also had a boyfriend who I thought I would spend the rest of my life with but that didn’t work out.” He nods and takes a sip of his champagne.

“I see,” I wait for his answer, wondering what he is gonna say next. “Well two years ago, I worked here actually and probably couldn’t even afford to order a water here.” He laughs and I join him, making sense of how the waitress knew his name. “Dessert?” I nod my head eagerly, causing him to laugh.

We talked more and I got to know who a little bit about James. He opens the restaurant door once again for me and I thank him. The night’s breeze hits me and I suddenly hug myself. James takes of his jacket and places it on my shoulders. I thank him once again.

“If one of us is gonna freeze, it’s gonna be me.” I kiss him on his cheek.

“Y/n?” I hear a familiar voice.

“Peter?” I look at him. His hair has grown a lot more and he looks leaner. I finally snap out of it. “James this is Peter, my ex-boyfriend.” James face loses the confusion and he goes to shake Peter’s hand.

“Nice to meet you,” James says as Peter accepts the handshake.

“Nice to meet you, too.” There is a moment of awkward silence as the three of us stand there. “How’ve you been?” Peter finally breaks the silence as he talks to me.

“I’ve been- good,” I stutter and he nods. “You?”

“Good, good.” There is another awkward silence as he answers the question.

“Well I’ve gotta get her home,” James says. I mentally thank him as he breaks the silence.

“Yeah, yeah, of course.”

“It was nice seeing you, Peter.” Without fully thinking it through, I go in to hug him. He accepts my embrace. He smells the same and it brings back old memories. I pull away before it gets too weird.

“It was nice seeing you, too. Get home, safely.” He walks away and disappears from my life again in the New York City night. I turned towards James.

“That was…something,” I say and he chuckles.

“Yes, it was,” He throws a hand over my shoulder and we walk to his car.

“We should do this again, I mean if you want to?” I smile as he cutely babbles. I kiss him to stop him from continuing.

“Yes, I would like to do this again.”

“Okay,” He says back. I start to take off his jacket and he stops me.

“Give it back to me on our next date and hopefully we don’t run into any of our exes.” I laugh and start to unlock my apartment. I kiss him once more. I feel his arms wrap around my waist, pulling me closer. I pull away and we both gasp for air.

“I had a great time, James.” I look into his eyes and he smiles.

“I’m glad you did,” I peck his lips.

“Good night, James.” I pull away from him and open my door.

“Hey, can I pick you up for some coffee tomorrow morning before work?” I turn around and look at him from my doorway.

“Yeah, that sounds great.”

“Great, I’ll see you tomorrow morning. Good night, Y/n.” I nod and close my door. I hear noises from outside the door and look through the peephole. James is dancing outside the door. I laugh.

“Nice moves!“ I yell through the door and he stops dancing.

The next morning, I wake up earlier. I’m in a better mood than I usually am. I throw the covers off me and jump out of bed. I open my curtains, soaking up the sun.

“Alexa, play Super Bass,”

I brush my teeth and listen to my music. I put my toothbrush down and head to my bedroom. I scan through my closet and pick an outfit. I check the time. Why didn’t I ask him what time he was going to pick me up? I hear a knock at the door like clockwork. I walk to the door and open it to see a smiling James.

“Good morning, gorgeous. Ready to go?” I smile at him and approach him. I wrap my hands around his neck and gently kiss him.

“Almost, I gotta put my shoes on.” I walk back inside and he follows behind. I grab my keys, purse, and then put my shoes on.

“Ready,” He offers his hand out and I take it. I lock my apartment door and we walk down the stairs to his car. He opens his car door for me.

“Such a gentleman,” I jokingly say as I get into his car.

“Only for you, my lady.” I laugh at his response and he runs around and hops in the front seat.

“So, where are you taking me?” He puts the key in the ignition.

“A personal favorite of mine, Penelope.”

“Do they have food, because I’m starving?” He laughs and pulls out of the parking lot.

“They have great food,”

“Yes!” He chuckles and turns up the radio.

“I love this song,” He continues turning up the radio and I recognize that it’s “Somebody I Used to Know”. He starts humming.

“But you didn’t have to cut me off,” He quietly sings.

“Make it like it never happened and that we were nothing,” I sing quietly and he glanced at me.

“And I don’t even need your love,”

“But you treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough,” I sing with him.

“You didn’t have to stoop so low,” He looks at me when we reach a red light.

“Have your friends collect your record and then change your number,” We hear a honk behind us. The light is green and James continues driving.

“My bad,” I laugh at what he says.

We arrive at Penelope and we order our food.

“How’s your food?” I look up from my food to look up at James.

“It’s delicious,” I say covering my mouth because I had food in my mouth. He laughs and takes a bite of his eggs.

After breakfast, James drives us to work. We joke along the way about how we coincidentally went to high school together. We just never saw each other or talked to each other.

Jacki is talking to a worker, Victor, with who she is clearly flirting with.

“I’m gonna talk to Jacki, I’ll see you upstairs?” He nods and goes in for a kiss, which I gladly accept. I hear Jacki squeal and pull away from James to look at her. She is looking at me and James. James walks over to the elevator and I walk over to her desk. Victor waves and walks away.

“I see you!” She yells causing me to shush her. I laugh at her reaction, seeing other people look at us.

“Guess who I saw last night,” She taps her chin with her finger.

“Jesus,” She says.

“Girl, stop playing. I saw Peter.” She gasps.

“No way. Did you slap the skinny motherfucker?” She says a little too loudly and she realizes. I cover my loud laugh.

“No! And he actually looks buff.” She raises an eyebrow. “We ran into him after dinner and it was awkward.”

“Really?” Her phone rings. “Fuck, I gotta take this. Talk later?” I nod and she picks up her phone. I walk to the elevator. As the elevator door opens, my boss rushes over to me. She hands me a camera.

“Spider-Man is downtown right now fighting bad guys. I need you to go get some pictures, now!”

“But I didn’t drive to work today,”

“I’ll take her!” James says and he walks over to me. She practically pushes us into the elevator.

“Go! And get some good pictures!”

We drive to where the alleged crime takes place. Spider-Man is beating up bad guys and other people watch from a distance. I hop out of his car and run towards the action.

“Y/n!” I hear James yell from behind me. I don’t stop until I get a good view, grabbing my camera. “Hey?” James catches up to me, trying to catch his breath. “Are you crazy?” This causes me to look at him.

“No,” I sternly say.

“Are you sure about that? You could’ve gotten hurt.”

“I’m a safe distance away.” I pick up the camera and take a picture.

“Seriously!” He’s yelling now and I look at him once more.

“I think you’re overacting, James. I’m fine.” I continue taking pictures. He trudged away and I shake my head. I move away to get a different angle. I go to take a picture but I don’t see him. The perpetrators are webbed up against the building.

“Hey, stranger!” I jump as I hear a voice behind me. I turn around and see Spider-Man. I place my hand on my chest, catching my breath. “Sorry. So, what you doing?” He leans against the building.

“Taking pictures of you in action,”

“Oh, you want to see me in action?” Before I could answer his sly remark, James approached.

“Oh my goodness it’s Spider-Man!” James nearly screams like a fangirl.

“You want an autograph, buddy.” He pats himself down knowing damn well he doesn’t have pockets. “Sorry, out of luck.” I may be wrong but I sort of sense jealousy from him.

“No, no, I’m just a big fan.” He pauses and turns towards me. “I’m sorry, Y/n. I just want you to be safe. I didn’t mean to yell.” I look into his eyes and he looks like he really means it. I hate fighting.

“It’s okay,” I hug him and I hear Spider-Man clear his throat.

“If I wanted to say some PDA, I would watch the Notebook.” He pops his hip out. “I’ll see you, tonight?” I nod and go to say something but he’s already crawling up the building.

“Tonight?” James questions me and raises an eyebrow.

“Yeah, I’ve been interviewing him for a couple nights now, for my article.” He goes wide-eyed.

“That’s so cool!” He clears his throat as his voice goes a little higher than usual. I laugh as he shows how much of a nerd he is for Spider-Man. I laugh and peck his lips.

“Let’s go,” He wraps his arm around my waist as we walk to his car.

I sit on my apartment building’s roof, after doing my usual routine of setting a blanket down and grabbing my laptop. I check the time on my watch. After my shift, James drove me home. He wanted to join me for my interview with Spider-Man but I told him no because of how he reacted by seeing James. I hear a thud behind and turn around. He’s holding flowers but they are mangled.

“These are for you.” I take them and set them beside my laptop.

“Thanks,” He sits crisscross in front of me.

“So how was your date?” I’m surprised by the question.

“Uh- it was great actually. I haven’t been on one in a long time.” I accidentally overshare.

“I doubt that, a pretty girl like you probably has all the men in this city lining up at her door.” I become flustered but laugh it off.

“Nope, not in my case. I just didn’t allow myself to be out there.” He tilts his head.

“Why?”

“I’m interviewing you, buddy. Remember?”

“Sorry I meant to say if you don’t mind me asking.” I sigh as I’m about to tell some stranger about my love life.

“Well, my last relationship was two years ago but it really messed me up. I loved the guy with my whole heart and he just body slams it.” He lets out a laugh.

“I’m sorry but you didn’t have to say body slam.” I join his laughter.

“That’s what it felt like at the time. You feel like you know someone and then turns out you don’t. It is what it is. I actually ran into him the other night. It was so weird, knowing he’s been here this whole time. ”

“I should write an article about you,” We laugh again.

We finished up and he was getting ready to go. This would be the last night I needed to interview him seeing as my deadline was in two days.

“Hey, Spider-Man.” He turns around to look at me. “What should I call you? You know my name but I don’t know yours.”

“Call me,” He pauses to think. “Cookie,” Holy shit.

“Peter?” He jumps off the roof. I stay there for a moment. It had to be a coincidence. I gave Peter that nickname because he could never bake cookies even after I walked him through the process myself. Was it him the whole time? I grab my blanket, laptop, and the mangled flowers, stumbling back to my apartment.

I toss and turn in bed not being able to sleep. I grab my phone and scroll through my contacts. I couldn’t bring myself to delete his. I hover over the call button. What if he changed his number? What if he blocked me? I press the call button and rip off a two-year-old band-aid. He’s probably asleep. The phone rings once and someone picks up. I breathe out.

“Hello,” I finally say.

“Hello,” I hear Peter’s sleepy voice.

“Shit, did I wake you up? I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s okay. I couldn’t sleep anyway.”

“I know it’s late and random but can I see you?” There is silence.

“Yes, meet me at our spot?”

“I’ll see you in 15,” I hang up the phone and turn on my back. What did I just do?

Peter looks at me and I prepare for his reaction. He kisses me and spins me around.

“I’m gonna be a father!” He puts me down and kisses me again. That was unexpected. “We’ll figure it out, okay.” I start to cry and he pushes the hair out of my face.

I wake up to a sharp pain in my stomach. I pull the covers off me but see a pool of blood between my legs. I scream and cause Peter to wake.

“Peter, something’s wrong!” He looks down at the blood and back to me. He picks me up in bridal style and I groan in pain. He grabs the keys and carries me down the stairs. He puts me in the car and drives to the ER.

“Help!” He yells and helps me out of the car. I almost fall but he catches me. Some nurses help me onto a bed. Peter stays by me the whole time as they rush me inside and I blackout.

I slowly blink and wake up. Peter is holding my hand and is sniffling.

“Peter,” I weakly say and Pete looks up.

“Hey, hey, baby. I’ll get the doctor.” He kisses my forehead and runs out. Not long after, Peter and a doctor come in. The doctor smiles at me.

“Hi, Y/n. I’m Dr. Stevens. How are you feeling?”

“‘Like absolute donkey doo,” Peter laughs weakly and the doctor joins in. I try to sit up and Peter tries to stop me. I sit up anyway.

“What about my baby?” Dr. Stevens takes a deep breath.

“Your baby didn’t survive, you had a miscarriage.” I cover my mouth with my hands as the cries start to come. “You should get some rest, Ms. Y/n.” He walks out and Peter gets into the bed with me. He embraces me and I sob into his chest.

I didn’t realize that tears were streaming down my face and I wipe them away. Our spot is a park where Peter and I have shared many memories. I park next to his car and get out. I see him sitting on a bench. I mentally prepare myself and continue walking toward him. I walk around the bench. He softly looks at me with those eyes. Damn, those eyes.

“Hey,” He says and I put my hands in my coat pocket. I sat down next to him.

“Hey,” Peter looks up at the moon.

“Thanks for seeing me, I wasn’t sure you would pick up.” He looks up at me.

“I will always pick up for you.” I smile at him.

“When were you gonna tell me?”

“Tell you what?”

“That you are Spider-man?”

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I open my eyes and the bright sun causes me to squint. I rub my eyes and yawn. I sit up in bed and stretch. Turning my head, I look to find an empty bed. Walking out of the bedroom, I’m hit with the smell of food. Peter sees me and becomes wide-eyed. He rushes over to me and turns me around, pushing me back into the bedroom.

“Hey!” I protest as my scrawny boyfriend who is surprisingly strong forces me back into the bedroom.

“I wanted to surprise you with breakfast in bed,” Peter whined. He picks me up bridal style and sets me down, covering me back up. “Relax, I’m almost done.” He kisses my forehead and scurries off. I hear rustling in the kitchen. Peter walks in moments later and somehow manages to open the door with a tray full of food in his hands.

“I brought your favorite, chocolate chip pancakes, eggs, bacon, and apple slices.” I sit up and he sets the tray on my lap. “Happy Mother’s Day!” I look at him and see him smiling ear to ear. I laugh in utter confusion.

“What?”

“From now on, we will celebrate Mother’s Day because you are gonna be the mother of my children.” Peter sits next to me on the bed. “Are you crying?”

“Yes,” I cry because no guy has ever done anything as sweet as this for me. “Pete, this is so sweet, thank you.”

“That rhymed,” He says and smiles.

“Come here, dork.” I pull him by his shirt collar and kiss him. He pulls away too soon for my liking and I groan.

“Now eat, your food will get cold.” He gets and starts walking away.

“Where are you going?” I question him.

“I have to finish planning out our activities for today.” He smiles. I start to cry some more.

Beep, Beep, Beep. My alarm goes off, waking me up from my dream. I groan and get out of bed. Why is my mind torturing me? I walk into my bathroom, looking in the mirror and I see the dried-up tears. I splash water on my face.

I decide to drive to work today so I have extra time on my hands. I decided to stop at a coffee shop. I order my drink and wait patiently.

“Y/n?” I hear somebody call my name. I look and see James. I smile at him as he approaches me. “Hey, I didn’t know you came here?”

“I don’t, I just decided to drive today so I don’t get assaulted on the subway.” His smile fades. “Oh no, some creep slapped my ass yesterday. I kicked him in the balls.” I say that last part a little too loud and draw the attention of some people. James laughs.

“Y/n?” The barista calls out for my name and I grab my drink. I thank her and walk back over to James. He gets his drink shortly after and we sit at a table.

“So what happened after you kick this dude in the balls?” I choke on my drink, not expecting him to say such a thing. James is very formal and uptight that’s why I don’t think he and I would be a good match, despite what Jacki says.

“I ran out of the subway station,” We laugh together and finish our drinks. I check the time.

“We should get going,” James and I walked out of the coffee shop and got into our cars.

James arrives before I do and is waiting at the doors for me. He opens the door for me and I walk through, smiling like a dork.

“Hey N/n, hey James.” She winks at me as she sees James walk in after me.

“Good morning, Jacki. How was your night?”

“Good, how was yours?” She says that last part and looks at me and James.

“Good, I’ll see you later.” He walks away and winks at Jacki.

“Oh my god, girl! Did you get that?” She says as soon as James leaves in the elevator.

“Get what?” The realization hit me. “Girl no! We literally just happened to be at the same coffee place together!”

“Uh-huh,” She says with attitude.

“Girl, I can’t stand you!” I walk away to go to the elevator.

“So sit down,” She says back and I laugh as I press the up button.

I get to my desk and sigh. My boss’ assistant walks up to me.

“Mrs. Turner would like to see you,” I sigh and walk to her office. She looks up from her computer and smiles at me.

“Have a seat,” I sit down and become nervous. “How’s your story coming along?”

I clear my throat. “I found a good reliable source for my story-“ She cuts me off.

“Who?” She folds her hands.

“Spider-man?” I say unsurely and she goes wide-eyed.

“No way!” She squeals, causing me to slightly jump.

“Yeah, it’s a funny story actually-“ She cuts me off once more.

“What do you have so far?” I’m starting to get annoyed.

“Well, nothing, but he is going to meet me tonight.”

“Excellent work, Y/n!” She starts to clap.

“Thank you, I appreciate- “ She puts a finger up as her phone rings. She shoos me away and I leave. I am losing more tolerance for that woman every damn day. I sit back at my desk and put my head down.

“You met Spider-man!” I jump as James voice startles me. “Sorry, I overheard.”

“Yes, I did because I almost got mugged yesterday,”

“Your life is so danger-filled,”

“You’re telling me,” I sit up and open a new document for my article.

“Hey, you want to go out with me, sometime?” I look at James. He has a looks nervous.

“Yeah, I would like that.” I smile at him and he returns it. I haven’t been on a date in two years. Sure, I’ve had hookups here and there but not anything serious. All of that was to get over Peter.

“Does tomorrow night work for you? I know this really good place.”

“Yes, pick me up at eight?”

“Yeah, I’ll see you at eight?” He disappears behind the cubicle again. I wonder how he’s gonna find my apartment then he pops back up. “I actually don’t know where you live, so?” I laugh and hold out my hand.

“Give me your phone, I give you my number.” He disappears then reappears to give me his phone. I type my number in. “Text me,” I wink at him jokingly and he blushes, slowly disappearing once more.

My shift ends and I am in a better mood. Jacki texts me and tells me she’s waiting for me at the bar. I get in my car and drive there. I walk in and see her at our usual spot, eyeing her phone. I sit down and she looks up.

“Hey,” I say sighing.

“Hey,” She puts her phone in her pocket. The waiter approaches us.

“You ladies look wonderful tonight, what would you like to drink?” I look at Jacki and we are both holding a laugh.

“A sex on the beach, please.”

“I'll have a coke,”

“Alright, coming up.”

“Girl, what the hell!” Jacki scolds me. I put my hands up in defense.

“I have an interview with spider boy tonight. I can’t be drunk.” She throws her head back and groans. “I have some good news that could cheer you up?”

“What could possibly-“

“James is taking me out on a date tomorrow night.” She screams and people in the bar look at her. I laugh at her reaction.

“You gonna,” She does a humping motion with her hands. The waiter puts our drinks down and she suddenly stops. I laugh while thanking the waiter.

I drive Jacki back to her place even though she had one drink. I drive back to my apartment. Going to my office, I grab my laptop and a blanket, I head up to the roof. I set my blanket down, sit down, and wait.

“Hey, hurler.” I hear his voice behind me and turn around.

“Do not call me that,” I stay laughing and he joins me on the blanket. “Sorry, not sorry”

I take a deep breath. The guy under that mask is making my blood start to boil.

“Ok, Spidey, I’m gonna ask you some questions.”

“Don’t call me that,” He mocks me and I shake my head and laugh.

“What is your favorite part about doing what you do?”

“Hmm, that’s a tough question.” He scratches his masked head. I roll my eyes playfully. “Hmm-“ He continues and I drag my hands down my face.

“This is gonna be a long night.” He laughs and I swear that laugh sounds so familiar.

I look at my watch, two hours have passed by.

“It’s getting late,” He looks at his wrist but there is no watch. I laugh but suddenly yawn.

“Yeah, it is,”

“You probably wanna get out of that suit, huh? Say, do you ever get a wedgie while you’re saving someone because that would be-“

“What?” He says chuckling. “I’m not answering that. So same time tomorrow?”

“Actually, I have a date. So-“

He interrupts me. “Woah, Woah, Woah. You got a date?” I arched my brow at him.

“You sound surprised? Am I not pretty enough?”

“You’re beautiful, it’s just...nothing.”

“Spidey, if I knew any better I think you are flirting with me?” I walk closer to him and he backs up.

“No, I’m not”

“Ok, well the next day works for me.”

“I’ll be here unless, ya know, I have some lives to save or something.” I shake my head.

“Whatever spins your web,” I shrug my shoulders.

“Ah, I see what you did there. That was genius.”

“I know. Listen, I really appreciate you doing this for me. My boss is really on my ass about this story now that I told her I met you. Seriously, thank you.”

“You can’t see my face but I’m smiling. And it’s no problem, really.”

“I wish I could see your face,” He falls silent. He walks closer to me and whispers in my ear.

“You already have,” Before I could react, he walks backward and falls backward off the roof, putting up a peace sign. What a dork. I grab my blanket and laptop, heading back to my apartment.

I lay down in my bed, but I couldn’t stop thinking about what he said. “You already have” what could that possibly mean. I fall asleep being overwhelmed with that thought.

“Hey pretty girl,” I feel Peter’s arms wrap around my waist from behind. “Whatcha doing,” I turn around and peck his lips.

“I’m thinking,” His face displays concern.

“What’s on your mind?”

“Well, I’ve actually been meaning to tell you.” I pause, losing eye contact with him.

“What is it?” I take a deep breath, trying to keep my composure.

“I’m-“ I breathe out again. “I’m pregnant,” I look back into his eyes and see the shock on his face.

I jump up out of bed, gasping. Why do I always dream of him? I scratch my head and my alarm scares me. I jump, nearly pissing myself. Time to start the day. After I get ready, I leave early to pick up my crazy-ass friend. I honk my horn and I see her wave her hand from the window. She shuffles out after a few minutes and opens the door.

“What you waiting for, let’s go.” I shake my head at her. This bitch.

We arrive at the bar after a short drive. She thanks me and hops in her car. I head off to the coffee shop. Thank god for a coffee drive-thru because I don’t feel like leaving my car. I grab my drink and head off to work. I actually have something to type today so I excitingly walk into the building sipping my coffee. Jacki waves to me and I wave back, heading up to my floor. I sit down at my desk, not seeing James as I walk by. That is so unlike him. Speaking of the devil, James walks in through the elevator doors with his hands behind his back. I look at him confusingly and he makes eye contact with me and smiles. He stops in front of me. Still confused I look up at him from my chair. He pulls his hand out from behind his back and reveals orchids, giving them to me. I gasp and take them from him.

“Oh my gosh, they’re beautiful. Thank you, James.” I smile at him and smell the flowers.

“No problem, beautiful flowers for a beautiful woman.” I blush but good thing he can’t see it. He sits at his desk and I place the flowers on my desk. I start typing my article:

Everyone in New York, even worldwide, has heard of the “Amazing Spiderman”. He protects innocent citizens as New York City’s own superhero. Everyone has heard of him but does anyone know him. Spiderman has answered a few questions for us. Read more to find out about your friendly neighborhood Spiderman. I continue writing my article with the information that I have from last night’s interview.

After my shift, I hurry home to get ready for my date. I texted James my address then jumped in the shower. I’m slightly nervous about this date. I haven’t been on a date since…God knows when. I finish up in the bathroom and head to my bedroom to find something to wear. I sift through my clothes in my closet. What do I wear? A dress, a skirt, a blouse? I hate being indecisive. I finally choose a casual slash formal dress. It’s not too flashy or too simple. It’s black with spaghetti straps that hug my curves just right. I walk back into the bathroom, doing the finishing touches on my makeup. I hear a knock at my door. Shit! I go and open the door for him. James is holding another bouquet of flowers, this time they are daisies. I smile and accept them, opening the door wider for him to walk through. James looks good and I mean good. He has a black button-up on with a nice pair of jeans. Even with the simplest clothes, he looks fine. I close the door and see him standing behind me.

“I’ll be just a minute,” I run towards my bedroom and grab a cardigan and put heels on. I walk out and see James patiently waiting for me.

“Ready?” He says smiling and putting his hand out. I grab it and nod.

#andrew garfield x you #black girl reader #black girl writer #peter parker #peterparker x reader #tasm!peter imagine #tasm fanfiction #andrew garfield fanfiction

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𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑃𝑇𝐸𝑅 𝑇𝑊𝑂: “𝑏𝑦𝑒 𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑦”

warnings: none

series masterlist

author’s note: i’m writing a lot because of my free time but I won’t be posting so frequently. I’m trying harder to lengthen these short ass stories. hope you enjoy <3

Two years later, Peter was just a distant memory. After our breakup, I continued to work on my journaling career. I was noticed by a major newspaper and currently work for them.

I woke up to my six o'clock alarm. Sitting up, I rub my eyes, groaning and yelling into my pillow. I am not a morning person.

I grab my purse and keys and head off to work. I ride the subway to work simply because of convience and I hate traffic.

I sit between an old man and girl listening to music. A pregnant lady boards the subway shortly after. I get up to give her my seat and grab a pole. I feel a slap on my ass and quickly turn around. I see a creepy looking dude smirking.

"Hey what the hell, asshole!" He stands up and gets a little to close to me. I kick him in the balls and leave the subway. Perfect timing. The New York Times was who I worked for but I worked for a smaller division that focused on crime.

"Hey Jacki." I walk up to her desk. Jacki is the receptionist, but she is also my best friend. We became friends once I started working simply because the rest of our coworkers are old.

"Hey, girl." She looks up from her computer. "We going out for drinks, tonight?"

"Uhh, I wish we could but I have a story I have to finish before the deadline." I groan and she joins me. "Maybe tommorrow night?"

"Works for me,"

"Ok, see you later."

"Say hi to James for me!" She jokely says as I walk to the elevator. I shake my head at her and push the up button. The elevator doors open and I walk in. I am terribly afraid of heights and working on the 35th floor definitely didn't help.

"Hold the door!" I hear someone yell and I stop the elevator doors from closing. James rushes towards in the elevator. "Thank you! No one ever holds the elevator when I say hold it." I laugh as he continues to pant. James was a cute coworker I worked with. The elevator closes and we awkwardly stand in the corners of the elevator. I anxiously grip the railing as I also hate elevators. The elevator opens and James holds his hand out. “After you,” I giggle as I walk out of the elevator. My heel gets caught in the elevator crack and James catches me. I stare into his eyes. He helps me to my feet and I fix my skirt.

“Thanks,” I walk to my desk and silently curse at the universe for making fall for another boy, literally. I sit down and open my computer. My boss suddenly approached him.

“Hey Y/n, scratch that story!” I look at her trying to hide my anger. “I’m giving you a new assignment. Spider-Man!” She gets a phone call and walks away. Once she’s out of ear-shot, I groan and lay my head down on my desk.

“Hard day?” James pops his head over the cubicle.

“You have no idea,” I lift my head up.

After my long and tiresome shift, I leave the now empty building. I start walking to the subway station suddenly aware of the cold. I shiver as I continue walking. I feel a sharp poke in my back and tense up. Just what I need, to get mugged.

“Give me your purse!” I quickly take my purse off and hand it to him.

“Hey!” I hear a voice in the distance. “Give that lady her purse back!” The sharpness leaves my back as the mugger starts running away. I turn around and see Spider-Man web the assailant up.

“Hey, are you ok ma’am?” He approaches me and I am at first am too shocked to speak. “Ma’am, can I take you home?”

I slowly nod and he grabs my waist.

“Hold on tight.” We are suddenly in swinging from building to building after I tell him where I live. I scream the whole time. We land on top of my apartment building. I struggle to find my balance as he sets me down. I gasp and try to catch my breath.

“Why did I do that? I’m afraid of heights.” He leans against the building and laughs. I grab my notepad and a pen from my now returned purse. “I actually am doing a story on you and I would like to ask you some questions.”

“Sure,” Next thing I know, I am running to the edge of the building and throw up. My throw up lands on a bystander.

“Oh my god, sorry!” I yell down at the person who suffered the horrible fate. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. I stand up and turn around.

“That was something,” He laughs again.

“I just threw up on somebody! How is that funny?” His laughter causes me to laugh. “I think I should go lay down.”

“Yeah that seems like a good idea,”

“Can I see you tomorrow night?”

“Yeah, that can be arranged, just promise not to throw up on more people.”

“Promise,” I stick my pinky out. “Oh yeah,” I stick my elbow out instead. He elbows me in return. I start walking to the exit on the apartment door’s roof. “Bye, Spidey.” I waved and he jumps off the roof. I see him swing away as I walk into my apartment building.

#peterparker x reader #peter parker andrew garfield #peter parker #tasm!peter imagine #andrew garfield x you #andrew garfield fanfiction #black girl writer #black girl reader #tasm peter x you #tasm Peter x black reader

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𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑃𝑇𝐸𝑅 𝑂𝑁𝐸: 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑠𝑐𝑖𝑛𝑔

warnings: crying, heartbreak, more crying

He was my everything. He was my best friend, my supporter, my lover, and so much more.

“Peter, where are you taking me?”

“It’s a surprise!” He kept his hands on my eyes as he led my God knows where.

“Are we there yet?” I grew impatient as we continued walking for what seemed like hours. We suddenly stopped and my curiosity peaked. He slowly removed his hands from my eyes causing me to squint at the sudden sunlight. Once my eyes adjusted, I saw a blanket set out. On the blanket was a picnic basket and a flower vase. I turn around and tackle him with a hug.

We did everything together. Told each other everything, until one day he started becoming distant.

“I got you something,”

“Oh Pete,” He hands me a little box. I smile up at him and start opening it. Inside was a necklace with my initial. He moved my hair and put it on my neck.

“It’s beautiful, Pete. Thank you.” I kiss him on the cheek.

“Not as beautiful as you,” I wrap arms around him and he wraps his arms around my waist. He leans in for a kiss and I quickly pull away.

“Before I forget!” I run to grab his present which I hid in the bathroom. “Here,” I hand him his present while still panting. Inside his box is a camera.

“Baby, you shouldn’t have!”

“Well I was tired of hearing you talk about it,”

“Thanks, baby.” He kisses my forehead. “Let’s take a picture!” He turns on the camera and gets situated. “On three say happy six month anniversary!”

“Peter that’s a lot to say,” He suddenly realizes and laughs.

“Ok on three, say happy six months!”

“One, two, three!” We counted down together.

I grab the picture that we took that night. We were happy. I wish we could go back to that night. Before all the fighting. Before all the yelling. Before.

"Peter, where were you? I've been calling you all night." He walks into our shared apartment. I continue to eat my dinner but it's to cold because of how long I've been waiting for him.

"Out," He says closing the door behind him.

"That's your only explanation?" I stand up and approach him. He runs his hand down his face and breathes out harshly.

"Get off my back," He mutters harshly and pushes past me.

"What do I do?" I turn around and follow him to the kitchen.

"Why are you being so clingy?" He suddenly turns around and yells at me. I am shocked at his reaction and I walk to bedroom. Grabbing my bag, I throw some clothes in the bag, holding back tears. "Y/n, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell at you." I continue grabbing clothes and walk out the bedroom. "Baby, I'm sorry." He grabs my arm as I put my shoes on.

"I thought I was clingy?" I walk out the door, slamming it.

I turn around to finally face him. Peter is siting across from me on the bed with his back facing to me. I wipe the tears off my face and move over to sit next to him on the bed.

"So it's over," I finally say, breaking the silence in the room. He nods. I continue to silently cry as he embraces me and kisses my forehead. He gets up and leaves the apartment. I hear the front door lock. I break down crying and curl up into my bed.

"I love you more than anything," Peter says to me thinking I'm asleep. I smile and cuddle closer to him.

I miss him and hasn't even left the building yet.

#andrew garfield x you #tasm!peter imagine #peter parker #peterparker x reader #marvel #marvel universe #black girl reader #black reader #black writers #black girl writer

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𝑡𝑎𝑠𝑚! 𝑃𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑒𝑟 － 𝐵𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑘𝑢𝑝𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝐻𝑎𝑟𝑑

𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 a 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 :)

𝑃𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑔𝑔𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑙𝑠𝑜 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑．

𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑃𝑇𝐸𝑅 𝑂𝑁𝐸: 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑠𝑐𝑖𝑛𝑔

𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑃𝑇𝐸𝑅 𝑇𝑊𝑂: “𝑏𝑦𝑒 𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑦”

𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑃𝑇𝐸𝑅 𝑇𝐻𝑅𝐸𝐸: 𝑂𝑟𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑑𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐷𝑎𝑖𝑠𝑖𝑒𝑠

𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑃𝑇𝐸𝑅 𝐹𝑂𝑈𝑅: “𝐶𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑒, 𝐶𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑒”

𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑃𝑇𝐸𝑅 𝐹𝐼𝑉𝐸: 𝑂𝑙𝑑 𝑊𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑠

𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑃𝑇𝐸𝑅 𝑆𝐼𝑋: 𝑊𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑁𝑢𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟

#peterparker x reader #black girl reader #black girl writer #tasm!peter imagine #andrew garfield x you #no way home

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𝘀𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝘁𝗲 - 𝘀𝘁𝗲𝘃𝗲 𝗿𝗼𝗴𝗲𝗿𝘀

this is a short story <3

I couldn’t sleep no matter how much I tossed and turned in bed. I groan pulling the covers off me and sit up. Putting on my house shoes, I leave my room and walk down the hallway to the kitchen. I open the fridge and pour myself a glass a milk. I grab my oreos from where I hid them in kitchen so that Sam doesn’t eat them all. I dip my oreos in the milk and eat it.

“Couldn’t sleep either?” I choke on my oreos as I hear Steve’s voice coming from the living room. I drink the milk to stop myself from nearly dying and join him in the living room. I sit next to him on the couch and look at him.

“This is kinda sad, Cap.” I lean back on the couch and put my feet on the coffee table.

“Why?” He mimics me, putting his feet on the coffee table and his hands behind his head.

“Because, you’re sitting out here in the dark without even the TV on.”

“Well, I was thinking.”

“Thinking or you don’t know how to turn it on.” He turns his head towards me and smiles. I laugh and grab the remote.

“You see this symbol here, this is the on button.” I continue showing him how to navigate the remote and eventually put on Snow White.

“This was released in the late 1930s, have you watched it?”

“No I haven’t,”

“Then what were you doing during you spare time?”

“Picking fights I couldn’t win and getting rejected by girls.” I try to hide my laugh but he looks at me and I lose it.

“Sorry, but that is actually sad, Cap.” He chuckles and turns toward the movie. I made a mental note not to watch anymore movies with him because of all the questions he asked. How does she control the animals? Why didn’t she just talk to her stepmom? Why is she living with random strangers? Why would she eat food from a random old lady? Why is he kissing her in her sleep? Oh, so she is dead? How are they in love, they barely know each other?

I fall asleep from all his questions and lean my head on his shoulder. I open my eyes and Steve has carried me to my bed.

“Goodnight, doll,” He starts walking away.

“Wait, Steve can you stay?” He turns around and starts walking back. He joins me in bed staying a safe distance away. I scoot closer to him and lay my head in his chest. He becomes tense. “Is this okay?”

“Yes,” He strokes my hair and I fall asleep once again.

I wake up to knocking at the door. I open my eyes and see Steve start to open his. He looks just as confused as me.

“Come in,” I say in my sleepy state. Sam barges in holding oreos in his hand. They are the ones I didn’t finish from last night.

“Where are you hiding them?” He yells at me and I groan.

“I bought them and you can’t have them, bird!”

“Sharing is caring, Hi Cap.”

“Hey Sam,”

“No because you eat them all!” At this point, I jump out of bed and stand in front of him.

“No I don’t!”

“Leaving four doesn’t mean you didn’t eat them all! Buy your own!”

“Unbelievable!” He shoves the oreos in his mouth and makes a face of disgust.

“Stale, huh?” I cross my arms and pop my hip out.

“No,” He says with his mouth full. He storms out of the room.

“Keep telling yourself that!” I yell. I turn around to see a smiling Steve. “What?”

“Nothing,” I jump back into bed and lay down. I turn to face him.

“How’d you sleep?”

“The best I’ve had in a long time,”

“Really?” He nods his head and smiles.

“Maybe we should sleep together more often,” I laugh at his response. He must of not realized what he said. “That sounded better in my head.”

“Yeah, probably.” I laugh once more.

“At least I won’t kiss you in your sleep,”

“Steve, she died.” His smile faded.

“Oh right,”

“You can kiss me right now, though.” His smile returns and he leans in for a kiss.

“Ew!” We turn our heads to see Sam in the my room once again. I see a familiar blue wrapper behind his back.

“Sam, what is that in your hand?”

“Nothing,” he shows me his empty hand.

“The other one?” He shows me an oreo box, my oreos!

“Look what I found!” He mockingly waves them in my face.

“Those are mine!” I leave Steve’s embrace and start to slowly approach him.

“Sharing is caring!” He says as he starts running. I start chasing after him and I hear Steve laughing in the distance.

#steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x black!reader #chris evans #oreos #snow white #black girl reader #black reader

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Tʜʀᴇᴇ Tɪᴍᴇs - Bᴜᴄᴋʏ Bᴀʀɴᴇs

Nick Fury was an asshole for putting you on this assignment. Knowing of you deep hatred for a specific super soldier, he still did it. I angrily barged into his office. He rolled his eyes at me and sighs.

“Before you say anything, I’m not changing my mind.” He states, crossing his arms.

“You know I hate him, why did you put me on a mission with him!”

“You’re one of our best agents, get over yourself. You’re gonna have to work with people you don’t get along with, plus Hill’s on vacation.”

“But Dad-“

“But nothing, there is a meeting with the Avengers in an hour, be there!”

The meeting was slow and agonizing. Basically you and Bucky had to go undercover as a couple to take out a highly valuable hydra agent.

Packing your stuff in the quinjet, you wait patiently for him. I wait 10 minutes and finally march back into the Avengers tower. He sitting on his ass, laughing with Sam.

“What the hell, Bucky!” I yell at him and he chokes on his beer.

“Chill out, princess. I’m ready when you are.”

I breathe out deeply and pinch my nose bridge.

“Hey, Sam? Would you excuse us?” Sam nods his head and scurries out the room.

“I’ve been ready for 10 minutes, asshat.” He puts his hands up in defense. He gets up and bows down to me.

“Coming, your majesty.” He grabs his bag from the ground.

I turn around and angrily towards the quinjet. “I hate you, robot.”

“I heard that!” I hear him yell from inside.

………………………………………………..…………………………….

Finally at the safe house, I jump on the bed. One of the best things about these missions were the beds. I hear a knock on the door and get up to go open the door.

“Yes?” I open the door to see Bucky standing there.

“The target is going to be at an event for a society. The theme is masquerade. Be ready in two hours.”

“Is there going to be food?”

“Unbelievable,” He mutters under his breath walking away, causing me to laugh.

I start getting ready by taking a shower. After my shower, I do some light face makeup because I’m gonna have a mask on my eyes. Instead, I do an intense red eye look to go with my dress. I put my dress on, looking in the mirror. The dress hugs my curves in all the right places and is a gorgeous shade of red. I do a twirl in the mirror. Damn, I look good.

I check the time. “Shit,” I mutter under my breath, putting my mask on. I leave the bathroom and see Bucky waiting out in the living room. He looks up at me and sighs loudly.

“Ready when you are,” I say and he grunts as he gets up. I laugh as he continues to mumble under his breath. We head outside to the garage where our vehicle awaited. The garage door opened to reveal a red corvette. I run to it, opening the door to sit in the driver’s seat.

“Uh uh, no way!” He protests. I grab the keys from the sun visor.

“Shut up, I’m breaking the patriarchy. Get in or get in!”

“I hate you.” He gets into the passenger seat and slams the door.

“Hate you more.” I start the car and start heading to the location.

Bucky opens the door for me and grabs me by the waist. I groan silently but at least he smells good. Throwing the key to the valet, Bucky and I walk into the building.

A waiter offers us drinks and I decline but Bucky grabs two anyway.

“We got to blend in,”

“You just want an excuse to drink,”

“You know me so well, princess.” He hands me a drink and slowly sip on it while he downs his. All of sudden, I see our target on the dancing with a girl. I elbow Bucky who is tipsy.

“Ask me to dance,”

“Desperate much?”

“Please, don’t flatter yourself. The target’s is on the dance floor, idiot.”

“Why didn’t you just say so?”

“Oh my goodness!” I say under my breath and he chuckles to himself.

“Care to dance, princess?” He holds his hand out and I take it.

“Quit calling me princess, jackass.” I say while smiling. He takes me onto the dance floor. We slowly dance closer to our target, trying to be subtle until Bucky bumps into somebody, causing his mask to fall off. Our target takes off running for the exit. “Great going, dumbass.”

“Hey, it was my fault!” I roll my eyes and start running after him. He gets into a car and drives off.

“Damnit!” I see a man pull up driving a motorcycle and start running towards him. Before he takes his keys out, I push him off the bike and drive towards the target. “Sorry!” I yell as I follow the car.

I chase the car through traffic, wondering where the hell Bucky is. The car suddenly stops and I almost crash into it. I jump off the bike and grab the gun from my hostler, under my dress. Bucky is in front of the car and runs to my side. He opens the car door and the target has a gun. Instinctively, I jump in front of Bucky and get shot twice.

“No!” Bucky yells and catches me as i fall limp. He starts speaking to me but I can’t hear him as everything turns black.

I slowly open my eyes and groan. “It’s bright as hell in here,” I say as my eyes come to focus.

“Hey, honey. How are you feeling?” My dad says as he grabs my hand.

“Like shit- I mean crap,” I try to save myself.

“I’ll let it go for now,” He says laughing.

“I go get the doctor,” He kisses me on the forehead and leaves the room. I hear the door close and then open again.

“Well that was fast,” I say turning to expect to see my dad but it’s Bucky.

“Hey,” He says quietly, looking at me.

“Hey, did you get him?”

“Nope, I was too busy dealing with a lazy partner.”

“Oh really?”

“Yep, she feel asleep when we almost had him.”

“What’s her name, I’ll bring it up with Fury.” We both laugh as he comes closer to my bedside.

He grabs my hand and kisses it. “Why’d you do that, doll?” I shrug my shoulders. “You had me worried sick.”

“I thought you hate me?”

“I could never hate you because I-“ The doctor walks in with my dad behind him. Bucky drops quickly drops my hand. “I leave you too it,”

“No, stay.” He hesitates but then decides to stay.

“Y/n, I’m Dr. Charles and you are one lucky gal. The three bullets all missed vital organs.”

“Three?”

“Yep, three. You’re lucky your partner got you out in time or you would have bled out. We have successfully taken out two but one. We can’t take it out without causing more damage.”

“Cool!” I intrusively say. “Thanks, Doc.”

“You can leave whenever you are ready.” The doctor leaves.

“Cool, really?” My dad says and I shrug my shoulders.

“Yeah it is, I’m gonna name her Bully.”

“You are your mother’s daughter.” He laughs and shakes his head. “I’ll leave you two lovebirds alone.” Bucky and I look at each other.

“Oh my goodness, sorry about that.”

“No don’t be, I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“For what I’m about to say.” I look at him puzzlingly as he pulls up a chair to sit next to me. “What I was going to say before was that I don’t hate you…I’m in love with you.” I gasp and cover my mouth. “What? Are you in pain? I’ll go get the doctor.”

“No, no. I was not expecting that.” I giggle to myself as I look at his confused face. I grab him by the collar and kiss him. He pulls away and smiles.

“Nice moves, princess.”

“Oh getting shot three times wasn’t enough for you to figure out my feelings for you?”

“No?” I laugh and pull him in for a kiss again.

“Finally!” Sam says. We turn our heads to see the rest of the Avengers. “I thought it would never end!”

#bucky barnes #slow burn #enemies to lovers #nick fury #bucky x reader #black reader #black writers

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✰ marvel

tasm! Peter Parker - breakups are hard

ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ ʙᴀʀɴᴇs - ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇs

𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙫𝙚 𝙧𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙨 -𝙨𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙩𝙚

✰ dc

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✰ the walking dead

coming soon

✰ supernatural

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✰ criminal minds

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✰ stranger things

"𝐂𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐌𝐲 𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐎𝐟𝐟 𝐘𝐨𝐮" - 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐱 !𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 '𝟖𝟔 - 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫!

✰ prompts

coming soon

✰ crossovers

coming soon

#masterlist #black writers

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✰ this is a safe space for my fellow black girls

✰ 𝙞 𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡𝙨

✰ everyone is welcome

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