Title: Firecracker Fandom: Riverdale Characters: Archie Andrews x River Vixen!reader, Veronica Lodge, Betty Cooper, Cheryl Blossom, Reggie Mantle, Kevin Keller, Jughead Jones Warnings: None Word Count: 1,629 Requested: Yes, by anonymous Short Description: You, a river vixen and Archie’s girlfriend, never fail to make Archie smile; or blush for that matter. The two of you are a sophomore power couple at Riverdale, Archie as quarterback of the football team and you as Cheryl Blossom’s successor as cheer captain when she graduates. A/N: Archie’s nickname for you is firecracker bc you’re a total babe. Also, I absolutely live for writing River vixen!reader fics. Seriously.
Disclaimer: not my gif
[Y/N] = your first name [Y/L/N] = your last name
Being a Riverdale Vixen habitually put you at the top of the Riverdale High School social scheme. But for you, it just meant that you could let loose as you cheered on your football star boyfriend, Archie Andrews. You and Archie had been together for over a year, and you loved being a River Vixen. Cheerleading had always been up your alley. You had a fiery, sassy attitude, which earned you the nickname that Archie gave you: firecracker. Only Archie ever called you that, and you thought he was beyond sweet for giving it to you.
“Y/N!” the harmonious voice of Cheryl Blossom, the senior captain of the River Vixens, acknowledged you as you stood at your locker. You glanced over at her, seeing the beautiful redhead smiling an authentic smile at you. A lot of people thought that Cheryl Blossom was cold-hearted and malicious, but you had known her since your Freshman year at Riverdale, and you had always gotten along well with her.
“Hey Cheryl,” you greeted, closing your locker and leaning against it with a beam. “What’s up?”
“Don’t forget that we have a mandatory River Vixens practice after school before the game tonight,” Cheryl reminded you as you both began strolling in the direction of the student lounge. “I mean, I didn’t think that you would, but better safe than sorry.” She inserted and you nodded your head.
“Of course, captain,” you laughed, teasing her. “I’ll make sure B and V get there too,” you assured Cheryl before parting ways as you entered the student lounge. Betty, Veronica and Kevin were all sat together on the sofa chairs, chatting amongst themselves as Kevin finished his homework at the last minute. “Good morning Vixens,” you saluted them, taking a seat next to Betty with a grin. “Cheryl just reminded me that we have practice after school before the game tonight, so be there.” You added, and Betty and Veronica both expressed their anticipation for the game that evening.
Two hands covered your eyes, and you heard Betty and Veronica giggling quietly to themselves. “Jughead, I already told you, not at school,” you joked, knowing that it was Archie as you covered his hands with yours and pulled them away from your face. You turned and laughed, seeing Archie smiling at you, dressed in his varsity jacket, as per usual. Jughead stood behind him with a smirk.
“Oh Y/N, you’ve revealed our affair.” He joked, nudging you with his elbow as he passed before taking a seat next to Veronica. “However will I satisfy my need for pep now?” Jughead added – making fun of your status as a cheerleader, and the slogan of your hometown – and you got up to greet Archie with a kiss.
In your household nothing was truly what it seemed; your mother was having an affair with her business partner, leaving your stepfather to work himself into a pit of denial. The only person who had real feelings under that roof was you. You felt disgust when your mother would blatantly lie to her husband, you felt overwhelmed and stressed because of university, and you felt the euphoria of your late night rendezvous with Taehyung.
Oh oh oh oh!!!! For the prompt. How about a Klance video call where Lance is telling Keith all of their shows and Keith is like quiet but with a smile enjoying Lance's RAMBLING and they have a soft moment of.... Hey you are missed, u know that right? Kdksksksksikss idk.
HOLY SHIT YES. Yes i love this. Thank you Bleu for this premium suggestion
Keith’s fingers hover over the call button. He’s been doing this now every night for a week. Why is he nervous? Why can’t he summon the courage to just hit the damn button?
Just call him. Just call him. Just call him!
He reprimands himself. His hands tremble and he sits down on his bed.
What if he’s mad at me? What if they’ve moved on? Maybe it’s better if I stay quiet…
Keith sighs and goes to put his communicator anyway in his pocket. Just like he always does. The ship around him is silent. It’s always silent. His room is cold.
In his gloved hands, his finger slips and his communicator screen lights up.
“Shit! Shitshitshitshit…” He grapples with the device, but before he can hang up, the ringing has stopped. A chipper voice rings out and he’s staring into familiar eyes.
“Keith?!” Lance answers. His eyes search Keith’s face and his surroundings. “Are you ok? Do you need…?”
“What? No, no, I’m fine, Lance. I’m ok.” Keith shushes. He can’t help the small smile that pulls on the corner of his lips. “I’m fine.”
“Oh thank god.” Lance sighs and rolls back on his bed. He closes his eyes. His heart still thunders in his chest.
“You that worried about me?”
“More like I’m comfortable and didn’t want to go on a mission right now.” Lance smirks and chuckles quietly. Keith rolls his eyes.
“So why’d you call anyway?”
This question trips Keith up. He hopes that Lance can’t see the blush that rises to his cheeks. That he doesn’t notice the way he fidgets with his hood.
“Uh, I guess I just wanted to check in and see…” His voice trembles.
“Did you miss me?” Lance grins.
“No!” Keith snaps. Lance laughs.
“I… I dunno… I just….”
Lance hears the uncertainty in his voice. He watches Keith’s eyebrows crinkle together in frustration. Lance’s smile falters and his expression falls into one of gentle concern.
“Do you want me to tell you what the team’s been up to?” He offers.
Keith sighs. He’s grateful for the change of subject and nods.
“Well we’ve made contact with the rebels and have been working together on some stuff. And oh my god, Keith, Keith you will not believe…” Lance sits up and excitedly talks to his communicator.
“Keith, I swear to god, One of their captains is a dog!”
“I’m serious! One of their captains, she’s really cool by the way, she’s a straight up dog that walks around on two legs and talks and and… did you ever see Disney’s Robin Hood with the foxes?”
Keith blinks. Lance is going a mile a minute and it’s hard to keep up.
“It’s exactly like that! She looks like a character from that movie and everyone else is totally fine with it and isn’t even mentioning it, all the while I am freaking out because there is a race of goddamn space dogs.”
Keith laughs. A familiar warmth flickers in his chest.
“Oh! Oh! Sorry I totally forgot! We found Matt! Well Pidge did, but that’s besides the point…”
“Whoa what? You found…?”
“Yeah Pidge found her brother! He was with the rebels and she tracked him down! And now he hangs out with us and Pidge is just so happy. And Hunk has someone new to talk about nerdy stuff with. He seems cool, even if a bit delusional. He definitely has a thing for Allura and, oh man, that poor boy does not stand a chance.”
“Wow that’s … I can’t believe…” Keith sighs.
“Have you seen our shows?!” Lance beams into the camera. Again Keith is caught off guard. It takes him a moment to interpret what Lance just asked him.
“Oh!” His expression melts into a teasing smirk. “Oh… Oh I know about them. You’re quite the actor, Lance.”
“What can I say? I’m a natural.” Lance brushes his hair back and shoots a finger gun straight towards Keith.
“But they’re so much fun, dude. Like I just get such a rush from all the cheering you know? Like it’s been really amazing to inspire people and talk to fans directly. And the coalition is stronger than ever!
Shiro’s been such a good sport about all this. Like I can tell he’s uncomfortable? But he really throws himself into it, and the fans all love him. Well of course they would, he’s Shiro. Oh! And you should see the way little girls all run up to Allura afterwards. She uses your name in the script, but these kids aren’t fooled.”
Lance continues to rant about their antics. About how they rehearse, and Lance had a fair bit of input to his choreography. About how it all ended with them actually fighting a monster in an arena, and Allura doing the sweetest backwards flip kick Lance has ever seen.
A lump forms in Keith’s throat.
“I think I needed a different outfit for my rope routine. The armour was a bit clunky, and you know… I should really give the fans what they want.” He waggles his eyebrows.
“I’m sorry I missed it. You’ll have to give me a private show sometime.” Keith smiles.
Lance looks at him in shock. A blush rushes to his ears and his mouth opens into a wild smile.
“Did you just…?!”
“Oh my god!” Keith yanks his hood over his face. He’s just realised what he may have implied.
“I didn’t mean…! God, Lance! Not like that!” He shouts, but he can’t help the giggles that burst from his chest. He can hear Lance’s laughter matching his own.
“Can you get me a cool Blade of Marmara outfit to do it in?” Lance chuckles. He sighs as he catches his breath.
“I don’t think I can just take one.”
“Shame. I really like them.” Lance chews his lip. “You look really cool.”
Keith ignores the way that makes the ache in his chest throb. He shakes his head and tries to hide how flustered he feels with a laugh.
“It uh… it sounds like you guys are going really well.”
“Yeah.” Lance sighs. He brushes his hand through his hair. “We’re uh… we’re doing good stuff, but…”
A heavy silence falls between them. Lance feels the words on the tip of his tongue. He knows what he wants to say, but is suddenly embarrassed to say them. His relationship with Keith is precarious and he worries that his next word might send them over the edge. He swallows.
“But I really wish you were there.” His voice is hushed. He averts his eyes from the communicator.
“We miss you Keith. I know you’re doing important work, and I know that you’re helping us by helping the blades, but we just…” He stammers. “I…I just…”
He accidentally meets Keith’s eyes. The reality that Keith is on the other side of the galaxy hits him like a crashing wave.
“I’ll never replace you. We’re a team.” His breath shudders.
“Please come home.” Lance presses his eyes closed. “We all worry. And Red asks about you and, and…” His fingers grip at his jacket. “Don’t stay gone forever. … okay?”
Keith sighs. His eyes begin to sting and he can feel his resolve crumbling. He briefly thinks about where the pods on his current ship are located before he pushes it out of his mind.
No. He can’t run back now. Not yet.
“I’ll be back.”
“I will.” Keith nods solemnly.
Lance hangs up the call and stares down at his communicator. His hands fist into his sheets and his mouth twists into a scowl.
Summary: After regaining some of your memories, you and Jungkook finally face the truth.
Word count: 1.9k words
When Jieun came home, she found you sitting on the floor. Your eyes were red, but your tears had dried long ago. Jieun regarded your blank expression with concern, immediately dropping to the ground to check on you.
“Y/N, what’s wrong?” Jieun asked frantically, looking at your body for injuries. “Did you hurt your leg again? Why are you crying?”
You sighed and closed your eyes, feeling more tired than upset. Jieun’s flittering hands stilled, as if she sensed that something was off.
“I remember now, Jieun,” you said. “I remember what happen that night, and what happened after. I know that you and Jungkook were a thing, and that he rejected me right away.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner,” Jieun whispered, her own eyes watering. “I didn’t want to upset you or confuse you. It hurt you so much the first time, I didn’t want to see you go through it again.”
“I just don’t understand,” you replied, your voice strained with frustration. “Did you like him? Do you still like him? Is that why you tried to hide your relationship with him from me?”
“What? No! No, of course not,” Jieun exclaimed, her eyes widening with surprise. “I mean, I did have a bit of a crush on him, but our relationship was just physical. It ended as soon as you two figured out that you’re…you know, soulmates.”
“But I’m still confused,” you said, trying to hold off another wave of tears. “Jungkook said he wanted nothing to do me. But now he’s so sweet. He’s like two different people, and I don’t know which one is the real him.”
“Just talk to him,” Jieun smiled, rubbing your back gently. “He’s not as bad as you remember. I’m sure the person Jungkook is with you now is the person he wishes he was when you first met.”
“Still, why was he so cruel in the beginning?” you asked helplessly. “I don’t know if I can forgive that.”
“Only Jungkook can answer that,” Jieun replied softly. “Promise me you’ll talk to him, okay?”
You nodded, realizing that Jieun knew much more than she let on. She helped you to your feet and led you back to the couch. You decided you wouldn’t press her for more information, because in the end, you would need to talk to Jungkook eventually.
Even though you had decided to talk to Jungkook, you hadn’t been able to muster enough courage to confront him. He had no idea that you had regained your memories, so he was contacting you like usual. But when you picked up your phone to reply, the events of your first encounter flashed before your eyes. Every time that happened, you put your phone down and tried to ignore your heavy heart.
So, to put it simply, you had been ignoring Jungkook for the past week.
You had several unread messages in your inbox from Jungkook. Surely Jungkook was so popular, he wasn’t used to be ignored. The texts started coming less frequently, and you wondered if they would eventually stop all together. You figured–albeit guiltily–that if Jungkook really wanted company, he could find another girl.
One Thursday afternoon, you were reading through some notes sent to you by a classmate when you heard Jungkook’s thoughts whispering in the back of your head. You jumped, growing unaccustomed to your soulmate’s presence after such a long period of silence.
“Why isn’t she talking to me?” Jungkook thought, and although it was quiet in your mind, you could hear the worry in your voice. Your heart panged, and you felt bad for assuming the worst of Jungkook. Clearly, he was still thinking of you. “Did I do something wrong again?”
No, not again. The first mistake was hurtful enough. But of course, Jungkook had no idea that you remembered what he had done. You wanted to scream at him–make him hurt as much as he had hurt you. But you also just wanted to see him again, because you had grown to love the caring side of Jungkook that he had shown you.
“Maybe her condition got worse,” came Jungkook’s next thought, which sounded even more alarmed than the last. “I should stop by. Yeah–I’ll go after class.”
You jumped to your feet, wavering as you tried to catch your balance. Reaching out for your crutches, you hobbled out of your room and into the living room, where Jieun was playing guitar.
“Jieun!” you screeched, making her jump.
“Oh my god!” Jieun squealed, placing a hand over her heart dramatically. “Why are you screaming at me?”
“Jungkook’s coming here after his class is over,” you hurried to explain, your words overlapping in your haste. Still, Jieun understood what you were trying to say.
“Oh, so do you need me to leave?” Jieun asked, setting aside her guitar. “I can disappear for an hour or two.”
“No, no! Definitely do not leave,” you squeaked desperately. “I’m not ready to see him! I need you to cover for me. Tell him that I’m not home and that I forgot my phone here.”
“What? Y/N, are you avoiding him?” Jieun demanded, her face growing dark. “You promised me that you would talk to him! Ignoring your problems won’t make them go away.”
“I know, I know!” you replied. “And I will talk to him, but I’m just not ready yet. I need time to process everything so that I can face him properly. I don’t want to get upset and ruin things forever.”
Jieun’s face softened at your obvious fear, and she sighed. “I understand why you’re scared, but you should trust Jungkook a little bit too,” she argued. “He’s shown you that he’s a good guy, right? I get why you’re so hesitant, believe me. But I’m also seeing this from Jungkook’s perspective, too.”
“You’re my friend, be on my side!” you whined. Jieun rolled her eyes at you.
“Okay, don’t do that. I’m doing what’s best for you,” Jieun said. “Even though you don’t want to talk to him now, in the long run, you’ll be thanking me for making you two work out your problems.”
“I’ll thank you even more if you cover for me this one time,” you said, on the borderline of begging. “I swear I’ll talk to him after, Jieun! I just need a little more time. I’m really not ready to see Jungkook.”
“Fine,” Jieun sighed, falling back onto the couch in frustration. “I’ll cover for you this one time. You can go hide in your room or whatever.”
“Thank you so much, Jieun!” you cried. “I love you so much! You’re the best.”
“I know,” Jieun laughed. “And I’m assuming you ignored all of Jungkook’s attempts to contact you up until now?”
You looked away guiltily.
When Jungkook knocked on the door, you were hiding in your room. Your bedroom door was left slightly ajar, so if you peeked through, you could see the foyer. Jieun approached it, glaring at you as she did. You sent her a thankful smile.
Jieun opened the door, but you couldn’t see Jungkook.
“Oh, Jieun,” Jungkook said. You missed the sound of his sweet voice–you could admit that. “Is Y/N around? I haven’t heard from her since I saw her last week.”
“No, she’s not around,” Jieun replied easily. “Y/N had to spend the week with her grandparents, because they got really worried when they heard about the accident. And she was dumb enough to leave her phone at home.”
“Oh,” Jungkook said, sounding surprised. It sounded like a valid excuse, and you were a little shocked that Jieun was so good at lying. “I’m surprised she didn’t tell me earlier.”
“It’s because she didn’t know that she would be leaving until her grandparents showed up,” Jieun answered. She continued a bit sheepishly, “Actually, I was supposed to tell you that she would be out of town. I guess I forgot.”
“Yeah, guess you did,” Jungkook replied dryly. Jieun just shrugged and sent him a carefree smile. “When will she be back?”
“Sometime next week,” Jieun said. You gulped, realizing that she was giving you a deadline.
“Alright,” Jungkook said slowly. He sounded like he was getting ready to leave. “Thanks, I guess.”
Jieun began to close the door slowly. You exhaled in relief, feeling your body deflate. I can’t believe that worked, you thought. Jieun should have been an actress.
“What the fuck?” Jungkook’s voice suddenly thundered. Jieun jumped, backing away from the door. Jungkook burst through the foyer. “Why are you lying to me?”
“W-what are you talking about?” Jieun stammered.
“Y/N, where are you?” Jungkook called out, ignoring Jieun completely. “I know you’re here. I can hear you thinking right now.”
“Yeah, oh shit is right,” Jungkook snorted. He scanned the apartment, finally settling on your bedroom door. He saw your face peeking through, and he smiled slightly and began to approach you.
Accepting your fate, you pulled yourself to your feet and opened the door, clutching the doorframe for support.
“Why are you avoiding me?” Jungkook asked once he stood in front of you, the hurt clear in his downtrodden expression. “Did I do something to upset you?”
“Yeah, you did,” you replied tiredly.
“What was it?” Jungkook questioned, confused. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you, if I did. I thought you had a good time with me last week.”
“I did,” you smiled. “You’ve been really great since the hospital. You helped me a lot, and you’re fun to be around.”
“Then what’s the problem?” Jungkook asked, cocking his head adorably in confusion.
“It’s what happened before then,” you said simply.
Jungkook paled, his mouth opening slightly. His eyes lowered, and you could see his jaw clenching. He stood there quietly for a few moments, but eventually, he tentatively lifted his gaze to meet yours.
“You remember everything,” Jungkook said quietly. It wasn’t a question. He was biting his lip nervously, and you wondered why he was the nervous one when it was you who had been deceived all along.
“Not everything, but I remember enough,” you responded. You broke your eye contact with Jungkook, feeling overwhelmed. “I don’t understand you at all, Jungkook. Why are being so nice now?”
“It’s…it’s a really long story,” Jungkook sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I can’t justify what I did, but if it means anything to you, I regret everything that happened that night. I didn’t mean a word I said.”
“Then why did you say what you did?”
“Like I said, it’s a long story,” Jungkook replied. “I can explain it to you if you’re willing to listen. I’ll tell you everything, I promise. And if you don’t want to see me after this, I won’t bother you ever again.”
“How do I know that what you’re saying is the truth?” you asked, looking at Jungkook for any signs of deceit.
“You’ll just have to trust me.”
You almost laughed–how could you trust him so easily again? But you remembered the boy who had slept by your bedside in the hospital, and the boy who acted like you were the most interesting thing in the world. The boy who had promised to sing to you.
“Fine, I’ll listen,” you breathed.
- Girl in Luv
Ok…this took to long. I kind of lost inspiration for this series, but it’s back now! You can expect more regular updates. The story’s drawing to a close…so what do think is going to happen? Also heads up: no posts tomorrow night. We’re going to prom!!! Thanks for reading guys! Ya girl’s gonna get turnt!
Word Count: 1,380 Reader Gender: Female i guess idk Warnings: Jealousy, arguement, him arguing with other girls, cursing Love Interest: Peitro Maximoff Note: There is a 200000/10 chance that there will be a second part
I crossed my arms as I glared at him, waiting for him to finish his little show. Anger and irritation bubbled inside of me, and I mentally cursed myself for trusting him enough to leave him alone. I go into the shop for five fucking minutes, and I come out to this shit. I tried pulling him away from the girls that were flirting with him, but it just shrugged me off. The worst part about the whole thing? He was flirting back.
His ass was flirting with other people and he was loving it. I’m not sure if he got the memo, but he’s not single anymore. He’s in a relationship with me, and I have half a mind to kick his ass. I clutched harder at the plastic bag that was in my hand, the contents were requested by none other than the douche himself. I grunted, deciding that he wasn’t going to finish anytime soon. I walked up to him, gripping his shoulder and turning him around.
“We’re leaving.” I said sternly.
“Who’s the slut?” One of the girls asked.
“I’m his girlfriend.” I spat, anger coursing through me.
“Oh really? Then why is he over here?” Another girl asked.
“Slut.” The first one said.
“Pornhub called, honey, they say your resume is too extensive.” I spat.
“I’m not going anywhere, why don’t you find somewhere else to be.” Pietro offered in an annoyed tone.
“Fine,” I shoved the bag in his chest, walking away, “But you’re finding a new place to live.”
It didn’t take him long to appear at my side, but I didn’t acknowledge his existence. I was still beyond pissed at the little act he pulled moments ago. He wouldn’t like it if I did that stuff to him, he’d be pissed. I’d get my ear chewed off, so why does he think it’s okay for him to do it? I still had my arms crossed over my chest, a clear indication that I was angry. Despite my body language, he still tried to talk to me.
He said that he was confused, which just pissed me off even more. What the hell does he mean? He doesn’t get to be confused, he gets to feel like an ass. I sent a glare his way, instantly shutting him up. I looked away from him, rolling my eyes and focusing on getting home. I’ll deal with him there, right now I’m too angry to talk to him. He didn’t even stand up for me, he just let them trash talk me.
“What the hell is wrong with you?”Pietro shouted as I closed the door to the apartment.
“Oh, I don’t know, my boyfriend just completely forgot that my ass existed. Forgive me if I’m a little pissed off.” I glared, flipping him off.
“What are you talking about?” He asked, eyebrows furrowed.
“You were flirting with those girls! I heard you the entire time! One of them was even talking dirty to you!” I yelled, “God, Pietro, where do you draw the line?!”
“You’re just being jealous and oversensitive.” Pietro said, walking past me.
“I’m not any of those things! I’m just worried that maybe my boyfriend is cheating on me!” I yelled, feeling the anger mix with betrayal.
“I can’t help it, Y/n! The ladies like me, get over it. I’m not going to stop just because some worthless little girl doesn’t like it.” He spat, glaring at me.
I was silent for a moment, absorbing his words completely. Is that all I was to him? Just some little girl? Not his girlfriend or anything? My brows furrowed, and I took his words to heart. He can’t just get over himself for two seconds to listen to me? I took in a deep breath, realizing that his opinion on this matter wasn’t going to be changing anytime soon. I saw his face soften, and I wiped the tears away from my eyes.
“Worthless?” I questioned.
“Oh, come on, you know I didn’t mean it like that.” He reasoned.
“Then how did you mean it?” I asked quietly, but he didn’t respond, “That’s what I thought.”
With that, I quickly walked into the bedroom that him and I shared. I got out the suitcase that I took with me on extended missions. I started packing my things, no longer feeling welcome in here. I took a deep breath, sadness now kicking in rather than anger. I sighed, shaking my head as I shoved more clothes into the suitcase. I heard Pietro enter the room, thanks to the small breeze of wind that had picked up out of nowhere.
“What are you doing?” Pietro questioned.
“I am taking my worthless self out of here so you can continue living your wonderful life as a bachelor.” I said, zipping up the suitcase.
“You can’t leave me, Y/n. I love you, don’t do this to me.” He pleaded.
“Love me? You’ve been flirting and getting random chicks numbers the entire time you’ve been dating me, you don’t stand up for me when they insult me, then you call me a worthless little girl, and you have the audacity to say you love me?” I questioned, narrowing my eyes.
“Please, just stay with me.” He pleaded, and I sighed as I looked into his eyes.
He looked like a lost puppy on a rainy day.
“Do you promise to stop flirting with people that aren’t me?” I questioned, slightly hopeful.
“I,” He stuttered, “I don’t.” He trailed off and I shook my head, laughing dryly.
“It’s nice to know that the man I’ve been dating for 3 years doesn’t love me enough to actually act like he’s dating me.” I said, moving past him and to the door.
“You don’t understand.” Pietro said, blocking the door.
“I understood clearlywhen you called me worthless,” Tears formed, “I understood when you flirted with the other girls and acted like you didn’t know me,” My voice broke, “And I understood when you couldn’t even promise you’d stop. I’m not good enough, and I never will be.”
“Just give me another chance, Princessa.” He said, cupping my cheeks.
“Pietro, don’t you get it?” I removed his hands from my face, “I’m exhausted! I’m mentally and physically drained from trying to take the pressure and the hurt of your actions. From arguing with you over the same things. I’ve given you dozens of chances.” I huffed, and he went silent.
I shoved him out of the way, walking out and slamming the door shut. Tears fell from my eyes as I left the complex, my suitcase on my shoulders like it was a backpack. The weight of the entire event settled onto my mind, and I angrily wiped my eyes. I didn’t expect him and I to actually end, but if he thinks I’m not good enough for him then I’ll leave him be. I know when to push, and when to walk away, and today it was the ladder.
I found myself walking to Tony’s place, which was the only place I felt like I could go right now. Questions swam through my mind, drowning out everything else. Had he been cheating on me? When did he decide that I wasn’t good enough? I was just so tired of fighting to keep him, and fighting to make him see that what he was doing was wrong. I was emotionally exhausted, and, in turn, it made me physically exhausted.
“What are you doing here?” Tony asked, not looking at me as I entered the room.
“I,” I took a deep breath, “I was hoping I could stay here for a little while.”
“Hey, what’s wrong?” He turned around, hearing the sadness in my voice.
“It’s nothing.” I shook my head as he came closer.
“Well, I’d love to hear about nothing.” He joked.
“We broke up.” I held back a cry.
“What? Why? Do I need to kill him?” Tony asked, visibly concerned.
“He just makes me exhausted.” You sighed.
“Well, how about you have a seat and I’ll pour us some drinks?” He offered.
“What’s the price?” I eyes him.
“Dirt, details, blackmail.” He stated, turning around and going to get a couple glasses.
This is just a lot of smut cause I am thirsty as fuckkkkkkkkk.
The moment you laid eyes on Thomas you knew you wanted him. It was an instant attraction. You gravitated towards him before you even realized your feet were moving, the second he stepped in the room. He seemed to feel the same, his whiskey eyes following your every movement. There was only one problem. Brenda.
You write for guardians of the Galaxy!!!! I just looove rocket raccoon and I
was wondering if you can do a one shot for rocket where he is always upgrading
your weapons to get closer to you because he likes you and groot knows this so
he secretly breaks your weapons so you can be together with rocket 💖 Thank you so much! 😊💖💞💓💕
You weren’t sure how, exactly, but once again,
your blaster was jammed. You shook it a few times and then
hit the end of it against a railing. But when you pulled the trigger, nothing
“What’s wrong?” Peter asked, looking back at
you from the cockpit of the Milano.
“Blaster’s jammed. Again.”
“Might wanna have Rocket take a peek.”
“That’s where I’m going.” You sighed,
climbing the ladder up to Rocket and Groot’s shared bedroom/greenhouse. Groot
had a habit now to buy little potted plants every time they went to a market on
some far off planet. You sometimes came up here to tend to the flowers when the
boys forgot. Or at least, when Rocket forgot and Groot pretended to.
The large tree had seen the way his small
friend looked at you when you weren’t looking. God, Rocket knew it wasn’t
normal. Hell, he was half of your height and on your planet, he was considered
a common rodent. But the team had been all over space. They’d seen galaxies
full of beauty and wonder, and he still swore he saw more stars in your eyes
than he ever had in the universe stretched out around them.
It was also the reason Groot had jammed
your blasters four times this week.
“Rockeeettt? Can you do me a favor?”
“What is it this time?” Rocket tried to
cover his racing heartrate with a snide comment. It had sort of worked. A
genuinely proud grin found Groots mouth as he silently left the room.
“Blaster’s jammed again.”
“What the hell do you do to this thing?!”
“I didn’t touch it! It was working fine
yesterday and now it won’t fire!”
“All right, let’s see what we have here…”
he held out his paw for your weapon, which you gladly turned over to him. He
looked inside the barrel of the gun, squinting one of his eyes. His night vision
certainly helped him spot what was very obviously a piece of wood. Groot. Oh,
he might have to have a talk with that overgrown shrub.
“What is it?” You brushed a lock of purple
hair behind your ear, causing him to lose focus for a second.
“Hand me the tweezers, would ya?” You
nodded, plucking them off of the workstation and handing them to him. He very
carefully reached inside and pulled out what was no doubt a piece of Groot’s
finger. That bastard.
“Well I don’t know how that
got in there, but I’ll have to tell Groot not to mess with my guns.” You
chuckled. He smirked and nodded.
“Yeah, probably.” He paused. “Do you maybe
want to come up here tonight? There are some upgrades to your armor I think
could really help your fighting.”
“Sounds great, Rocket.” You smirked,
ruffling his fur under your hand. “And you know, if you ever want to hang out,
you can just ask instead of having Giving Tree jam my blasters.”
“But I didn’t-”
You were already walking down the ladder
when Groot ventured back into the small space.
2009! Phan, Phil teaches Dan how to masterbaute for the first time
Includes religious!Dan. If you have trouble reading on mobile open in your phone browser.
horror movie at one AM isn’t one of Phil’s brightest ideas, but what else is a
boy to do when there’s nothing else on TV but infomercials and confusing
foreign films? He’s curled up on the couch with a blanket and some microwave
popcorn, trying to convince himself that there’s nothing scary about the
terrible acting and laughable CGI playing onscreen. Despite how awfully B-grade
the film is, there’s just something about watching it this late while his
parents are asleep that was always going to put him on edge. He checks his
phone every few minutes, and, while the regularity of it is a plea for
distraction, the underlying reason is impatience. He opens his text messages
for the eleventh time that hour, but there’s still no reply. He knows Dan most
likely just fell asleep and that’s why he hasn’t replied in almost four hours –
although it would be strangely early for his nocturnal friend – but there’s
still a nagging in his gut each time he checks. It probably comes from a
selfish place of him just wanting to talk to Dan, but the horror movie isn’t
doing much to calm his nerves. When his Motorola beeps with low battery Phil
sighs, admitting defeat and tucking it between the couch cushions to break his
constant loop. He settles further down into the couch, pulling the blanket
tighter around his shoulders and letting himself become immersed in the plotline.
It’s awful, but Phil is both invested and creeped out, so when a loud knock
echoes from the front door he jumps about a mile.
‘Shit!’ he squeaks, jolting so violently his buttered popcorn goes
His body snaps around and then freezes, staring over the back of the
couch in the direction of the front door. His heart is racing but he holds his
breath, listening. The rest of the house is completely silent. Who on Earth
would be knocking past one AM? Phil tries to rid his mind of all the unhelpful
horror situations it’s supplying him and instead thinks rationally. A
neighbour, maybe? Some teenagers messing around? Phil lets go of a shaky
breath, wondering if he can just ignore it – whoever it is, who are they to
know he’s still up?
Phil jumps again at the second knock. He’s not past admitting that he’s
scared, but he tells himself that it must
be something important if they’re still there. He briefly considers waking up
his parents to come check but then scowls, reminding himself he’s twenty-two, for God’s sake. He peels
himself off the couch, letting the blanket and waterfall of popcorn fall to the
floor, before walking with a new found confidence to the door.
He loses it the moment his hand hovers over the front light-switch.
When it comes to making YouTube videos, his overreactive imagination is quite
handy, but it’s not so much in this situation. He takes another deep breath,
shaking the image of Jeff the Killer from his head, and then unlocks the door.
He creeks it open slowly, just far enough to peek through, but when he sees the
person on the other side he swings it wide open.
‘Dan?’ he says with utter disbelief, every ounce of his apprehension
prompt for a hc maybe?? richie going missing and eddie doesn’t stop looking for him and when he finally finds him, he admits he was planning something cute
Eddie paced back and forth in front of the quarry, kicking stones with his
Converse-clad feet and watching them splash into the water. He checked his phone.
Richie was supposed to meet him there 2 and a half hours ago but, clearly, had
forgotten their plans as usual.
Eddie sighed. He wondered why he always put up with Richie’s shit every day.
With him making crude jokes, standing Eddie up, teasing him, calling him “Eds”
despite how much Eddie hated it (even though, secretly, he loved it. But he
wasn’t going to tell Richie that).
He rolled his eyes and began walking away from the water and through the
trees to the street. He couldn’t be bothered waiting anymore. If Richie wasn’t
going to bother putting effort into this relationship, than neither was Eddie.
But Eddie stopped as he reached the middle of the street. 2 and a half
hours? That was definitely a longer amount of time than usual when Richie
forgot their plans. Normally Eddie would wait half an hour or an hour, and
eventually Rich would show up. He’d be huffing and puffing and out of breath, and
Eddie would offer him his inhaler to steady his breathing. Richie would shove
the inhaler away and hastily kiss Eddie, telling him how sorry he was and how
much he loved him and that it would never happen again. But the very next week,
But that was 30 minutes, or an hour. Eddie certainly had never ever waited
more than 2 hours for his boyfriend to show.
Panic set in at the sudden thought of something bad happening to Richie, and
Eddie began running. He didn’t even think of running home to get his car, or
simply trying to call Richie on his mobile. He just ran and didn’t stop until
he reached Richie’s feral looking apartment building. He found the apartment
number 20 buzzer and rung it repeatedly, praying for Richie’s voice to come
through the speaker like usual with an “oh, fuck! Eds, I’m so sorry!” But after
anxiously swaying his body from side to side for a few minutes, Eddie came to
the conclusion that Richie wasn’t at home.
He wasn’t at home?
Where else could he be?
Eddie wracked his brain, then began running towards the first place he could
think of - Bill and Stan’s house. Again, the thought to go and get his car
never even entered his mind. All Eddie wanted to do was find his boy. To know
Richie was safe.
He was thanking God that all of the losers houses were close by as he rushed
down Bostik Street, raced up Bill and Stan’s driveway and began knocking on the
front door with so much force that it felt as if his knuckles may bleed.
“Stanley?! Bill?!” Eddie shouted, followed by another series of desperate
“What’s up?” Stan asked in a rushed tone, the door almost hitting the wall
after he’d ripped it open.
“I don’t know where Richie is! He was supposed to meet me at the quarry
hours ago and he’s not at his apartment! I feel like I’m losing my mind,
Stanley, I don’t know where he could be! Have you seen him?” Eddie’s words came
out of his mouth so quickly that Stan almost missed them. But he’d caught
enough to know the gist. He didn’t know exactly where Richie was, however he did know that he was with Bill. But he
was sworn to secrecy by the trash-mouth himself. So instead of having the
weight of a lie resting on his shoulders, Stan decided to answer Eddie’s
question in a way that let him tell the truth without actually giving away
where Richie was.
“I haven’t actually seen him today, Eddie,” Stan answered honestly. I think
he might have been with Bill, but I don’t know where they went.”
“Oh, God. They could be anywhere!” Eddie exclaimed. He thanked Stan for his
help and began running once again. To where, he didn’t know. No thoughts other
than finding Richie were entering his mind.
Stanley checked his phone, a message from Bill popping up with a simple “ready!”
“Hey, Eddie!” Stan called out. “Wait up, I’ll drive!”
The two boys drove around town in search for their loved ones. Stan was
telling the truth when he said he hadn’t known where Richie and Bill went.
Well, that was until Bill texted him the address. His tight grip on the
steering wheel never loosened for a second as they drove down the streets of
“Where do you think they went, Stan?” Eddie asked. He was a lot calmer now.
Stan had put the radio on and 80’s hits played softly throughout the car,
greatly reducing Eddie’s stress levels.
“Honestly, I don’t know. Bill forgets to tell me everything,” Stan laughed. “He’s
so damn absentminded sometimes.”
“But, you’re married?” Eddie said, confusion laced in his tone. “Married
people tell each other everything, don’t they?”
“Marriage isn’t always about telling each other everything, Eddie. It’s
about trusting each other enough to know that you don’t have to tell each other everything. You don’t always have to know where the other person is, because you trust
them enough to know that there’s no need to worry. It’s about coming home at
the end of the day and having that one person there that you can share whatever
you want to with. And knowing that, if you don’t want to share anything about
the day with them, you don’t have to. You can just sit on the couch in silence,
and it doesn’t matter. Because you’re still with them.”
“Wow,” Eddie gasped. “That’s… Kind of, really beautiful, Stan.”
“Yeah, Billy turned me to mush,” Stan chuckled. Eddied laughed along with
him in agreement, not realising the road they were headed down until Stan had
parked the car.
“Why are we at Derry High?” Eddie asked. He gazed out at the old building
which he had graduated from 5 years prior, his eyebrows furrowed in utter
Stan smiled brightly at him. “Go to your year 7 English class.”
“Wha- why? What’s going on?”
“Just… Trust me here, Eddie. Go.”
Eddie nodded and reluctantly stepped out of the car. He threw his short legs
over the old rusted front gate, then began walking into the school.
As he wandered the hall, memories of himself and the losers club came
flooding back: fights with Henry and the Bowers gang, making out with Richie
against the lockers, jokes and banter going back and forth between the group.
It made Eddie feel nostalgic, almost like he missed this hellhole.
He kept going down the hall until he reached classroom 50A, his old year 7
English room. It was the only room with the door closed and, when he opened it
to be greeted with nothing but darkness, the only room with the blinds down.
Eddie peered back down the hall to see that Stan’s car now contained both
himself and Bill. They both smiled at Eddie before the car disappeared and
Eddie was left alone to the dark classroom.
“Rich?” He asked quietly. His fear of the dark kicked in and Eddie quickly
reached his hand out to the left, struggling to find the light switch. Once he
did, he was greeted with a plain old classroom. The whiteboard read “Welcome to
year 7 English with Mrs. Clarin!” Eddie chuckled, remembering that that’s what
was written on that very same board all those years ago.
He walked further into the empty classroom. “Richie?” He said again, this
time slightly louder.
He walked over to Richie’s old desk and chair in the very back corner of the
classroom and sat down. A white piece of paper was lying on the desk, fresh ink
scribbled on it. Eddie picked it up and read it out loud: “if u r reading this
then it means u r in my chair. get out looser”
A sudden realisation hit Eddie. This was the exact note that he had read
back in 7th grade. He’d sat down in this very chair, and read this
very note, which caused him to move a seat to the right. And seconds after he’d
read the note in year 7, Richie Tozier had walked into the classroom and sat in
that back corner chair.
Eddie looked up as he heard the door creak, and in walked Richie. He had a
stack of random year 7 books in his hands, and was wearing the same shirt he’d worn on the first day of
Eddie laughed. “What the hell are you doing?”
“You’re in my chair,” Richie said, gesturing to the desk that Eddie was
currently occupying. “Get out, loser.”
Eddie giggled and moved out of Richie’s old seat and into his own. “What’s
all this about?”
Richie took a deep breath in and smiled. “Do you remember the first time we
ever met?” Eddie nodded. How could he ever forget? “It was right here. In these
very seats. After you read that note and saw me sit here, it looked like you were
gonna shit fucking bricks, Eds.”
The two of them laughed as they remembered the day so clearly. “You were terrifying
back then, Rich.”
“Hey, I still am!” Richie protested. “Anyway. The second I saw you, I just
felt something. I didn’t know what it was back then. Course, then I found out I
was fucking gay when I was 15 and everything made sense.” Eddie would have
laughed, but for some reason this felt more serious than Richie usually was.
And he also was waiting for Richie to explain why the hell they were in their
“Look, I’m not great with words,” Richie said as he stood up from his chair.
He grabbed Eddie’s hands and pulled up the smaller boy, keeping their hands
intertwined as he continued talking. “But the second I saw you, Eds, I knew I wanted
to spend the rest of my life with you.”
Eddie gasped as he realised what was happening, and tears began welling up
in his eyes. As he looked into Richie’s, he could see tear drops threatening to
escape the taller boys too.
“And when I look at you now, I know more than ever how badly I want that.
Eddie, please marry me?”
Eddie didn’t say anything. He just nodded his head and the tears from both
boys came rushing out. They wrapped their arms around each other as sobs of
happiness wracked through their bodies.
“Yes, God, of course,” Eddie whispered into Richie’s ear. He pulled out of
the hug and grabbed Richie’s freckled face in his small hands and pushed their
lips together. They moved in sink for a few moments before they needed air and
pulled apart, though they continued crying.
“That’s why you stood me up?” Eddie chuckled as he wiped the tears from his
Richie nodded, laughter escaping his mouth as he too wiped his face with his
arm sleeves. “Yeah. Well, Bill was supposed to pick you up at the quarry to
take you here, but I fucking slept in and then I forgot to tell you I wouldn’t
be there. It’s hard work planning something cute!”
A/N: Here it is you guys! The Epilogue! *cries historically* I just wanted to say thank you to all of you who’ve stuck with this story! It’s my first series and y'all are hella awesome for all the positivity!! 😭❤ Please excuse any misspelling! And most of all, enjoy! - Delilah ❤
Summary: Neither of you meant for it to happen, but now Bucky can’t sleep without you, and you can’t sleep without him.
Warnings: fluff, sexual innuendos, swearing, third-person, very little plot (just something fun, idk), unedited, more trash writing (but like, trashier than usual because I’m trapped in an angst-ridden hole with my other fics)
A/N:Forgot this was stuck in my drafts. I kinda rushed to finish this because there was one huge section that was incomplete and I didn’t want to leave it untouched for another month. So, here it is. I’ll find another day to edit it. Think of this as a rough copy. It might be choppy. Whoops. This is more like four drabbles put together.
WHEN BUCKY’S ATTITUDE necessitated a slap to the wrist, Tony, with all the subtlety of a Times Square billboard, decided to scour the Tri-State Area for the best therapist that the Stark’s money could afford. It was a warning. No words were said out loud, but the message was pretty damn clear: don’t taint the newest member of the team, or the good Stark Avenger name.
Mistakes and forgiveness - older!Damian Wayne x Reader
Remember when I said : “I won’t write about the batfam for a while” ? Yeah, I guess I totally lied. No self control really. Anyway, I adore that prompt. So I tried to write something about it…Not sure it’s what you wanted anon. Hope you’ll still like it though :
As you entered in his bedroom at Wayne Manor, the one he was suppose to leave the coming week to come and live with you, one of your worst nightmare stopped you cold in your tracks.
He was sitting on the edge of his bed, facing the door and…
There was an almost naked girl in his lap.
Her tongue was in his mouth. One of her hand tangled in his hair, just like you did, the other one splayed across his broad bare chest. His own hands were on her ass, leaving marks of his fingers for later.
You knew she noticed you, but she kept on going, the hand that was on his chest going to the waistband of his boxer…He opened his eyes and locked them on you, while still kissing her…Hell, while still devouring her mouth ! He opened his eyes, locking his gaze on you and…in his beautiful green orbs, you could see nothing but disdain, a bit of disgust, and…cruelty ? And it was directed to you. He pulled away from her for a second, and his words stabbed you in the heart :
-Can’t you see I’m busy ?
The girl’s smirk drove the knife further into your bleeding heart…
You tried to hide your pained expression, out of pride, but it was impossible…You’ve seen enough.
You left, slapping the door shut behind you.
Tears ran freely down your cheeks, and you ignored Damian’s father asking you what was wrong as you ran out of the Manor.
You quickly got in your car, and your feet didn’t leave the accelerator pedal until you were back in front of your apartment. Without even bothering to take your clothes off, you fell heavily on your bed, empty. Your tears had ran out.
Nothing. You felt nothing. Utterly empty. You fell asleep, the scene you witnessed in your ex-boyfriend’s room replaying over and over again in your head, and after, in your dreams. No. Not dreams. Nightmares.
You woke up, sweating, and decided you just couldn’t stay in your apartment. You had to get out. You just had to.
Summary: You lost your vision at a young age due to an infection in your brain and you’ve coped with it well. You’re a successful professor at a local university, casually making your way down the hall when your friend and college Helen Cho introduces you to Bucky. You grow close over several months of late night coffee and the occasional stay in your apartment, but Bucky doesn’t want to tell you who he really is in fear of scaring you off. What happens when a miracle procedure might give you back your sight?
Warnings: light swearing, blind!reader (for most of it)
A/N: Okay before you read this, I am not blind, I do not know anyone who is blind and therefore this is my BEST ATTEMPT to write from the perspective of someone who is visually impaired. Please don’t be too hard on this.
It’s amazing just how much of someone you can see when you can’t actually see them.
Your day started out like it always did; with the sound of your alarm blaring in your ear. You reached out to tap at your phone screen, one, two, three times until you finally hit the correct place that disabled the alarm.
The wind whistled and you heard the patter of rain outside of your small apartment. It must be horrible weather, you thought to yourself. You pulled the covers of your bed off of your body and sat up, dangling your feet over the edge of the mattress.
You propped yourself out of your bed’s compound, feeling along the wall to find the door so you could walk out of your bedroom. Once you’d managed to exit your room, you traced your hand along the walls of the hallways until your fingers caught on a doorway, you turned right.
Your life had been like this for as long as you could remember. You’d lost your sight when you about three years old due to a rare brain infection that the doctors caught a few days too late. It wasn’t all too troubling to you now, you were in your late twenties and had a wonderful job working as an assistant professor at a local university.
You were happy, every piece of your life seemed to be falling into place… Except of course for love.
You’d been single for so long you almost forgot what it was like to feel someone’s tight and loving embrace or how attached you can get to the smell of the person you love.
So many people had set you up on blind dates - and so many people had made the blind date joke - that every time a friend brought up a ‘wonderful guy’ they knew, you’d shut it down instantly. The blatant truth about every man you’d gone out with on those set ups was this; no one wanted to date the blind girl.
You’d all but given up as you attended friends weddings and baby showers, some of them. Perhaps you weren’t cut out for that kind of life, or at least that’s what you told yourself.
As you went through the motions of making coffee that you’d all but memorized, you felt the empty space of the base of your left ring finger and sighed heavily.
You drank your coffee in silence, your mind drifting off to the possible face of whoever Mr. Right might be, not that you’d ever see it for yourself.
When you made it back to your closet in your room, you peeled off your sleep shirt, feeling the hangers that hung in your closet for the braille lettering that told you what was hung there.
‘mom’s favourite dress’
That one you remembered the texture of, it was soft and lightweight but felt beautiful on. You decided that this would be perfect.
You put it on, walking back to your front door and feeling inside the drawers to grab for a pair of flats, which you found instantly by their feel.
You slipped them on and took your keys from the hook that you felt on your right, waiting for the familiar honk of a horn signifying your ride was here. When you heard the sound, you reached forward and grasped the cool metal of the door knob, twisting it and pulling it open, making sure to grab your long cane before you walked out.
“Hey, (Y/N)!” A voice, which you recognized as your co-professor, Helen Cho said.
“Hey!” You said as you felt the padlock for the keyhole, locking it and turning to walk down your porch towards the sound of the idling car.
You felt your cane hit the car lightly, so you felt along the smooth metal surface until you found the handle, opening it and getting inside.
The smell of the mint car air freshener hit your noise rather violently when you entered, but you got used to it after a while.
“Big day today.” Helen said as you began moving.
“Why’s that?” You asked.
“I managed to convince Banner to come and give a lecture on gamma rays.”
“Are you serious?” You gasped. You knew Helen worked for some high end clientele from time to time and only really took up the co prof job because she needed to be busy, but you didn’t know she had that much pull.
“Uh huh.” She said.
“Holy hell.” You mustered, “So we don’t even have to lecture today?”
“Nope, we push everything back for tomorrow.”
“It’s like a day off.” You laughed.
“And so, gamma radiation acts as an invasive form of…”
You had been zoning back in and out of Banner’s lecture, not that it really mattered anyways. It had been about a half hour so you excused yourself, taking your cane and making your way back out into the hallway to take a small walk to stretch your legs.
You’d made it about halfway down the familiar hallway when you heard a very unfamiliar voice accompanying that of Helen Cho.
“I know it’s hard for you being here, but I figured it would be good for you to meet her, I mean you’re perfect for each other- Oh, hello, (Y/N). Bored of the lecture already?” Helen’s voice said.
“Not that Banner isn’t a wonderful public speaker,” You mused, “But gamma radiation isn’t new for me. Nothing to learn really.”
“I figured as much,” She laughed, “Oh, this is-”
“Bucky.” The voice said.
Bucky had extended his hand shake yours but Helen nudged him and nodded down at the white cane you held in your hand and he understood, his face flushing bright red.
“Okay everyone, I’m blind not stupid.” You laughed, sensing what he’d done based on an immeasurable amount of experience and the awkward silence.
“It’s nice to meet you.” You said, extending your own hand out, which he took.
His hands were warm and rough and calloused, large palms and long fingers, but comfortingly so.
“And you.” He replied, something along the lines of shock in his tone, but you shrugged it away.
“Well, I’ll let you to get back to it.” You said, quickly dismissing yourself and turning to walk back down the hall when Helen stopped you.
You turned back around.
“Bucky and I were going to go out for drinks later tonight, I figured you might want to join?”
You hesitated, social outings weren’t your thing, and Helen knew that.
“Or maybe just coffee?” She rephrased.
“Sure, if you want to meet at my place around 9?”
“God, you are such a nightowl.” Helen laughed.
“Yes or no, dearest, it’s not that hard.” You chided her.
“We’ll be there.”
“Alright, I’ll see you later. Nice meeting you Bucky.”
You finished your day quickly and thanked Helen when she dropped you back off at your apartment, ignoring the ‘wear something nice’ comment she made. You knew she was saying was ‘wear something nice because Bucky is going to be there’, but you didn’t say anything about it.
You didn’t know Bucky, you weren’t looking to impress him. If he turned out to be a great guy after tonight and you saw each other again, maybe you’d consider the whole ‘looking really good’ thing, but not yet. You didn’t want to put that much effort into an appearance that you couldn’t even appreciate yourself.
You made yourself a quick dinner. An aspect of your life that seemed to shock everyone around you was how well you coped independently. You were able to do almost everything by yourself based on muscle memory, hearing, scent, and a little intuition.
By the time you politely asked siri what time it was, it was around 8:30. You decided to change into a pair of jeans and a soft knit sweater, your favourite one.
You let your hair down from its fastened bun, loose curls hitting your face softly.
A sound of a car door slamming made you slowly make your way to the front door of your flat. You instantly noted that it wasn’t the same sound of slam as Helen’s car.
A buzzer went off and you pressed the button at the door.
“Who is it?” You asked.
“It’s Bucky.” The voice answered, and you remembered him by the sound.
You liked his voice a lot, it was rough and a bit patchy, but low and smooth sounding somehow.
You unlocked your door and swung it open.
“Hi.” You greeted him, stepping to the side to allow him in.
“Helen sort of bailed.” He admitted, and you noticed that his voice still came from in front of you meaning he hadn’t entered in yet.
This was another schemed date attempt on Helen’s part and you only now figured it out. You mentally cursed yourself for not being wise enough to see through it.
“I just figured I’d swing by and tell you, you probably don’t want to spend the night with a total stranger.” You heard him take a few steps back.
“Well, who said that?” You asked, as if your words came out faster than you could process.
There was something about this man that you liked quite a lot, but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. He had an aura about him that you found relaxing.
“The coffee pot is already on, I won’t be able to drink it all by myself.” You said with a smile.
“Alright.” He replied and you felt the wind brush by you as his large frame made it’s way past you.
“Make yourself at home.” You said, moving back into the kitchen once you’d closed the door, “How do you take coffee?”
“Just black would be wonderful.” He said as you waited to hear him sit down on the couch, but no such sound came, “Can I help with anything?”
“Gosh no, sit your ass down.” You laughed, and were overjoyed to hear him do the same.
“Okay, okay.” He said, his footsteps moving back to the living room where he sat on the couch.
You poured the coffee into mugs and carried them out to where Bucky was, knowing he was on the couch. You handed one to him, slightly to the side but close enough that he could reach it, then made your way over to sit beside him.
“So, since it’s now just the two of us, I suppose I should get to know you.” You said.
“Suppose so.” You felt him shift uncomfortably, which made you feel like you needed to back off ever so slightly.
“Unless of course you don’t want to.” You added.
“No, it’s alright. i just don’t usual talk much about myself.” He said.
Bucky wanted to open up to you, just like he wanted to open up to anyone, but you seemed incredibly sweet based on what he’d heard from Helen, and - more importantly - you seemed to not know his history quite yet, so he was unsure about the whole thing.
“Well, you can ask me things and I’ll answer, and if you feel alright with it, you can answer too.” You suggested, sipping your coffee.
“That’s great.” Bucky smiled at your compromise.
For nearly two hours, Bucky asked you a multitude of questions about yourself stemming from what your favourite food was all the way to how old you were when you went blind. After a while, he told you that he wanted you to ask him a few questions, so you questioned him all about his childhood and where he grew up.
Brooklyn was a great place, he explained to you, full of really great people. You loved listening to the sound of his words when you knew a smile appeared on his face, it made everything sound sweeter from his lips.
You were beginning to really like Bucky, you felt a strong bond with him that you hadn’t felt in a long while, and you were enjoying every second of time you spent with him.
“Alright, can I ask you one more thing?” You inquired as a fit of laughter bubbled back down from your chest.
“What’s your favourite colour and why?”
“Hmm,” He pondered, “Blue. It’s really calming. Plus it matches my eyes.”
You nodded your head with a laugh, “I wish I knew what colours looked like.”
What you said nearly broke Bucky’s heart, he’d answered the question so nonchalantly.
“I thought you lost sight at three.” He said.
“I did, but even before then I was completely colour blind.”
“Oh,” He said, “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be,” You said, “I asked the question because it’s always interesting for me to hear what different people answer… I’ve always felt like I’d like blue as well.”
“Yeah?” He asked, “Why so?”
“Everyone always says it’s calming, or cool, or reminds them of the ocean. It sounds pretty.”
Bucky stared at you in amazement as a thoughtful smile played on your lips.
“Can I ask you something else?” He said.
“How do you recognize people?” He whispered.
“Most of it is by voices, or smells,” You explained, “And if I’m close with someone, I usually memorize their face.”
“Memorize their face?”
“Here, like this.” You said, setting your cup down and reaching your fingertips forward until they landed on his cheeks gently. Your one hand moved to his brow, the other down to his brush over his nose.
You noticed that he’d tensed when you’d first touched him, but seemed to relax a bit more as your moved you hands along him gingerly.
Your fingers brushed down the stubble that dotted his face, moving down to the strong jawline that lay beneath it. Your other hands moved to brush over his closed eyelids, feeling the long eyelashes under them. The thumb that rested by his jaw went to trace ever so gently along upper lip, then back along his lower. You couldn’t help but noticed the cool air pass by your thumb as he sucked in a breath at your touch.
He felt so handsome, and the conversations that you’d had over the past hour only made you more attracted to him.
“Keep your eyes closed and try to do the same to my face.” You suggested, breaking the silence.
In a moment, you felt one hand reach out and press to your cheek, a thumb tracing its way from your brow down to your nose and lips, resting on your bottom lip much like you had to him.
A sigh came from him as you pressed a small kiss to the pad of his thumb. He couldn’t quite comprehend how sweet you’d been with him, but he wasn’t going to question it, not even for a second.
“You should try two hands.” You said, but Bucky looked down at the hand he wasn’t using, the ugly metal limb, and told you he could get by on just using one.
Your index finger made a trail from his chin down his throat and along his adam’s apple, which caused him to swallow rather hard. You knew the impact that you were having on him and it was something that you were proud of.
When your finger made it’s way back up to his lips, Bucky knew he was done for. You were possibly the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen and feeling your touch like this was intoxicating.
“One more question.” He whispered.
“Okay.” You said, enjoying the way his lip felt as it moved under you thumb when he spoke.
“Can I please kiss you?”
This time, you didn’t reply with words, you simply leaned in and kissed him, your lips replacing the spot where your thumb had been. You had never kissed anyone quite like that before, so full of passion. It was as if Bucky was kissing you like he hadn’t been kissed in a long time, and like he worried he might never get the chance again.
When Bucky left that night, you pecked him on the lips again quickly, and he assured you that he’d be in touch.
He kept to his word, calling the next day and setting up another late night coffee date. It continued this way for a good few months, each other you getting together multiple times a week to talk or listen to music, drinking various kinds of coffee all the while. There were times when he’d even stay the night.
The dangerous part of it all was that Bucky knew he was falling in love with you, but he still didn’t know how to tell you who he was. It scared him so badly because he knew you couldn’t love someone like him. A girl like you, with a beautiful heart who brought smiles to the faces of everyone she met, would never fall in love with him.
It was on one night when he was over at your place that he noticed you seemed different. He tried to shrug it off, to get you to laugh, but you wouldn’t.
Fearing the worst, he asked you what was wrong.
“There’s this trial,” You said, “A doctor called me saying I was eligible to be apart of it. They think they can reboot the part of my brain that causes my blindness. They think they can get me to see, again.” You said, your eyes filling with tears of an emotion Bucky couldn’t recognize.
“That’s great, doll!” He said, rubbing your shoulders.
“I know it is, I’m just terrified of the whole thing.” You admitted, “I’ve lived almost my whole life like this.”
“I know, darlin’, but there’s so much out there that you’re missin’.”
“Can I ask you another question?” You said.
“Of course you can.”
“Can you wait during the procedure? They told me if there was someone I wanted with me, they could wait there and come in afterwards.”
Bucky was shocked that you’d want him there, but he agreed with his whole heart, promising he’d take you there himself.
“I want you to be the first face I see.” You said with a smile.
Bucky had never heard anything so beautiful in his life, so he leaned in to kiss you with everything he had, unable to reply with words.
“I love you.” He blurted out.
You, shocked as anything, pulled away from him. Bucky knew he’d messed up.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t-” He began but you shushed him.
“I love you too.”
“What?” He asked.
“I love you too.” You repeated.
“(Y/N).” He whispered, pressing his lips back to yours again.
As happy as he was to hear it, he knew that he needed to tell you who he was. If he was going to lose you, then he needed to put himself through it now and not when you put the pieces together yourself.
“I need to tell you something.” He said between feverish kisses.
“Alright.” You said, still keeping up with the kissing.
“I’m not who you think I am.” He said, trying to slow you down.
“What does that mean?” You said, pressing another peck to his lips.
“I’m not- I did- I’m-”
“You’re James Buchanan Barnes, the Winter Soldier?” You deadpanned and Bucky’s jaw dropped, “C’mon, did you think I didn’t know? We met through Helen - who doesn’t talk about it, but works with the Avengers, you never stand to my right which means you avoid touching me with your left side, and when you talk about your childhood, it’s painstakingly obvious that you didn’t grow up in the 90′s like most people my age.”
“I didn’t until the first night you stayed over.” You told him truthfully.
You squeezed his hand when you felt him shift uncomfortably at the memory. Bucky had a terrible nightmare when he’d slept on the couch of your flat one night, and you had to sprint out of your bed to wake him.
Managing to find him, you’d shaken his shoulder gently, pleading for him to wake up until you’d felt him jolt upright.
He called out your name questioning when he saw you next to him, and you explained to him that he’d had a nightmare. You’d instantly sensed his embarrassment as he apologized for waking you, but you were having none of it.
You knew him well enough at that point to know that he was all talk when he was trying to convince you he’d fall back asleep just fine. You told him to come sleep in your room, and he stammered out what sounded like a dismissal.
Eventually, after telling him you’d hold your breath until he agreed, he caved. You walked him back to your bed, where he laid next to you and held your hand until morning.
Bucky might never tell you, but he got the best sleep of his life that night.
“You knew?” He asked again.
“Yes, and none of it means a damn thing to me.”
You kissed him again with a burning passion, tongues dancing against one another as opened mouths melded together.
He’d never felt love like this in his life, and neither had you.
“I’m really scared.” You said as you sat in the gurney of the hospital a few weeks after yours and Bucky’s love confession.
“I know, doll, but it’s gonna go great. I’ll be right there when you wake up.” You felt Bucky’s stubble rub against your cheek as he pressed a kiss to it.
“That is the only thing keeping me from losing my mind.” You mustered a small laugh.
You reached forward with both hands, silently asking him to hold them. You felt his right hand grasp your left, leaving your free hand empty.
“Buck…” You whispered, and he reluctantly held your other hand in his left.
You’d assured him that you liked the arm, it was cold and solid and you loved to press your hand to it and feel the plates rotate when he moved. You saw beauty in its mechanics.
“Is it bad that I’m nervous too?” Bucky asked.
“Not really, I will be seeing your face for the first time.”
“You’re not gonna call me ugly are you?”
You burst out laughing, “I know you’re not ugly.”
“Oh yeah? How so?”
“I’ve felt your face.”
“Huh, you can tell by that?” He asked.
“Oh, yes,” You replied, “You’re far from ugly.”
A small laugh passed his lips, and you felt your heart flutter. You loved his laugh so much that it had quickly become your favourite sound on the planet, right in front of the almost unnoticeable sound of the vibranium plates in his arm shifting about late at night when he moved about in his sleep, of course.
“Ms. (Y/L/N)?” You heard the door open and shut closed as someone entered the room.
“Yes?” You asked.
“We’re ready for you now.”
Bucky kissed your forehead as you were wheeled into the operating room, holding your one hand tightly and whispering words of comfort until he was told that he couldn’t go any further with you.
“I love you.” You said, receiving a peck on the lips.
“I love you too.” He said back, “I’ll be waiting.”
“I’ll see you after.”
“Yes, you will.”
You felt his hand slowly retreat as they wheeled you into the room and strapped you down with IVs and God knows what else. When you felt a mask go over your face and you were instructed to count downwards from ten, you enjoyed your last few seconds of darkness before you went under.
When you woke you couldn’t see a thing, which alarmed you to an extent that is completely indescribable.
“Ms. (Y/L/N), you’re up.” A woman said, “The procedure was a success.”
“Doesn’t seem like it.”
“You have a wrap covering your eyes, we needed to shield them because they’re quiet fresh at the whole seeing thing, but you can take it off whenever you’re ready.” Her sweet voice said.
“I beg your pardon?” She asked.
“There’s a man named Bucky out there, can you send him in?”
Bucky was in the room within seconds of hearing his name being called, he knew it meant you were awake and that you were ready to see him.
He was ushered into the room and saw you sitting up in the bed, clad in a hospital gown, a white bandage wrapping around your eyes.
Upon hearing the door close, you called out to him, and he was by your side in an instant.
“Hey, doll.” He said, pressing kisses to every part of your face.
“Hi, Bucky.” You said.
You let out a loud sigh and paused for a moment before instructing him to sit down on the bed in front of you.
“May I?” He asked tentatively and you knew he must be talking about the wrap.
You nodded slowly and allowed him to unravel it until it was completely gone. Your eyes were still closed, but the light that had filtered in through your eyelids made you gasp slightly.
You weren’t ready to open your eyes, not yet. A wave of panic set in and you couldn’t help but feel tears begin to fall.
“Hey, it’s okay.” Bucky said, his fingers wiping away your crying, “This is all extremely overwhelming for you.”
“I don’t think I’m ready for this.” You cried.
Bucky bit his lip and tried his best to imagine what this could possibly feel like, but he could barely comprehend. Then he remembered the first night that he was over.
“Here.” He said, reaching for your hands and placing them on his face, “Feel for now until you want to see.”
You nodded furiously, trying to keep your hands from shaking profusely as your fingers mapped out the face that you knew so well.
You felt a flesh hand reach up and trace along your cheek. Bucky had closed his eyes and done the same thing as he had before, except this time after about a minute, he added the other hand, the cool metal of his fingers brushing along your lips.
“I love you.” You whispered, a desperate cry from your mouth.
“I love you too.”
You listened to his breathing, the sound that brought you comfort in the night when he slept next to you, and willed yourself to open your eyes.
Your eyes fluttered open and an unpleasing light filtered in, but your main focus was on the face in front of you. His eyelashes were long against his cheeks as he held them closed, his jaw strong, lips plump.
A sharp cry came your mouth, your hands pulling away from his face as his eyes shot open to see you.
The intense colour of his eyes was something that took your breath away, you’d never experienced anything like it before. You decided that no matter what, that shade of blue would always be your favourite.
You began to sob, tight choking racking your chest as the overwhelming nature of seeing the man you love for the first time - and seeing much of anything at all - hit you hard.
Bucky pulled you into an embrace, holding you like his life depended on it. His heart was so full of love and care for you that he didn’t give a damn if your tears were soaking his shoulder.
Bucky held you for what felt like forever until your cries had softened. When you left, Bucky showed you every beautiful thing he could think of; fireworks, blossom trees, sunsets. He loved to see you light up when you saw something new.
He made a pact to show you every beautiful thing that the world could offer, but you assured him that the most beautiful thing you’d ever laid eyes on was him. And he’d shrug it off, but on the nights when you’d stay awake and stare at him, absorbing every little detail, you knew that it was the absolute truth.
Bucky was amazed by you with or without your sight, because either way you loved him, either way you held him on the nights he couldn’t sleep, either way you were the one he’d run to if anything went wrong.
Either way, you were the only one who had ever taken the time to truly see him for who he was, and his heart beat for you and only you.