I just want you to know that there are worlds out there safe in the sky because of her. That there are people living in the light and singing songs of Donna Noble a thousand million light years away. They will never forget her, while she can never remember. And for one moment, one shining moment, she was the most important woman in the whole wide universe.
Once the words stuttered out of his mouth, it was as if Harry’s soul left his body. All the composure he carried within the last three months have suddenly been broken down, completely struck by his words.
He goes stiff, face paling by the second, and his body seems to be immobile. His eyes are wide, in a trance, dazing out into oblivion. She made it clear she never wanted to see him again. She hasn’t even spoken to him since the night he broke up with her. Every attempt Harry made to reach out to her has been ignored, the feeling of being with her only existing in his memory. She was gone, she left him with remorse, and even though he begged, cried, and screamed at her to take him back, she left him alone to fight for himself.
It was clear she gave up on him, that the past two years she spent with him was a waste of her time. She was his only escape, and the way he repaid her was by leaving her. She didn’t deserve that, she didn’t deserve any of it.
So why is she coming here?
As he opens his mouth to speak, he feels the dryness of his mouth preventing him from continuing any further.
“Wh-“ he swallows thickly, eyes heavy and still in tears, “Why is she coming here, Liam?”
His tone is soft, breaking as he speaks.
Liam sighs, hand moving to the back of his neck. He doesn’t know exactly how to respond. He knows no matter what the reason, Harry’s going to be mad that he’s been keeping in touch with Y/n more than he has. And because of the large pit of insecurity that’s barricaded inside of him, he’ll start to doubt his relationship with her, even more than he does so now.
“Me and Y/n,” Liam mutters hesitantly, “we’ve been talking.”
All Harry can process is that fucking word. Talking. Something Harry wasn’t able to do with her, yet she was doing with someone else. The way he said it, too, like he was hesitant, like he was hiding something. The look on his face said it all, like he was guilty, like he had done something that would turn the switch to push Harry over the edge.
If Y/n were to start talking to somebody else, Liam would be someone she deserved to be talking to. He’s charming, especially good looking, and has a side to him almost every girl swoons over. He’s delicate, he doesn’t have a bone in his body to commit half the harm Harry has. He can’t find a single ounce in his heart to leave someone he loves, either, which is why every part of Harry’s body boils with a feeling he’s never experienced before.
Before Liam can continue what he was saying, Harry’s head snaps up, his once tearful eyes altering into a far more sinister gaze, burning through Liam like wildfire. His body is moving faster than his mind can process, his legs nearly tripping over themselves as he aggressively storms toward Liam, teeth clenched and hands curled into fists.
His fists violently slam against his chest, his arms pinning him against the wall in a fit of rage Harry has never felt before. The amount of anger traveling through his body makes his heart pump so much it physically hurts. His veins are popping from under his skin, his jaw clenched so harshly he wouldn’t be shocked if his own teeth crushed.
“What do you mean you’ve been talking to her?!” Harry roared, his forearm pressing harshly against his neck. “If you dared even thought about her in that way for even a second I swear to God, Liam-“
“Harry!” Liam groans, hands clenching against Harry’s wrists, striving to pry away from his mercilessness hold.
“Liam, I will kill you!” Harry sobs.
His body weakens in defeat, his sobs drowning him out of breath. The arms that were once pinning Liam against the wall have slid down right near Liam’s shoulders. His fists are banging against the wall, almost as if trying to rid the pain that has ripped through his heart.
It hurts too much.
How could he possibly live through this? For months, he thought the pain that he had been enduring was the worst it could get. Nothing could break him further than not being with the love of his life. But now, the thought of Liam being with Y/n had hurt him so bad he actually felt physical pain. His whole body hurt, his muscles straining against themselves and his skin burning from the anger unleashing from his insides.
“How could you do this to me?” He cries, “What have I done for you to do this to me?!”
Liam sighs, gripping Harry’s violent hands to prevent him from hurting himself. Harry shakes his head at his touch, his cries becoming louder, attempting to push him away because of how disgusted and betrayed he feels, but Liam isn’t having it.
“Me and Y/n” he speaks sternly, “have been talking about you.”
Harry lets out a small whimper, lifting his head up to finally look at him. His fighting hands are now trembling against Liam’s, breathing harshly from the lack of air he’s gotten from his cries.
“Wh-what?” he croaks.
“You honestly think I’d be talking to her like that?” he whispers, pulling Harry upright so he can stand properly, “First of all, I would never, in a million years, think about doing that to you. And second of all, you must really doubt yourself if you think Y/n’s even close to being over you.”
Harry trips over his own feet before he finds his balance, a sigh of relief escaping him, finally finding his breath.
He still feels upset, however, about Y/n talking to Liam instead of him. He’s spent every day trying to get her to talk to him, but she just pushed away further. He would have taken anything- anything from the sound of her breathing or crying, to her swearing and telling him she can’t do it anymore. Any of it would be better than what he was giving her now. He would have gotten answers that way, but with her silence being the only response to his desperate cries, he started to believe she didn’t love him anymore. Nothing was worse than that.
“She-she isn’t over me?” he breathes out.
Liam shakes his head slightly, eyes fluttering shut.
“Harry, she loves you.. too much. She really doesn’t know how to live without you; you were everything to her. You leaving her, it- it was too much. When you let her go it was as if every purpose she had in her life had left her all at once. She’s a completely different person now, Harry. You have to realize that the woman you see tonight won’t be the same woman you remember her being.”
Harry’s eyebrows furrow, eyes trailing down to his hands. He knows he changed her when they were together, but he hadn’t thought much about how she’d change when he left. Of course, he expected her to be heartbroken and upset, but he didn’t expect her to be so different.
He promised himself he’d never hurt her, that he’d never cause her any of the pain he caused others. He couldn’t bare the thought of it- the thought of her being in any sort of pain because of him. Nothing mattered more than keeping her safe and protected and him being the reason why. He felt obligated to make her feel that way. So when Liam tells him Y/n isn’t the same without him, a sudden realization hits him that it didn’t matter that he believed he was protecting her by leaving her, because in the end, she was a hell of a lot more hurt than ever before. Because of him.
“What’s wrong with her?” he whispers.
“She’s back to square one. It’s as if she never met you. She’s back to this extremely damaged, insecure woman who doesn’t show an ounce of strength. When she talks about you, she’s broken. The only reason she doesn’t talk to you is because she’s trying to forget about you.”
Harry’s heart sinks to the pit of his stomach, the thought of her going back to how she was before. She hated that girl with a passion, despised how weak she was, how little hope she had for herself. She had nothing, quite literally, and she showed just how much her past affected her. She was so insecure, she barely spoke because of the doubt she carried onto herself- convinced others would look down upon her when she put the attention on herself.
What makes his heart shatter is the thought of her trying to rid the memories she’s had with him. To him, he’d sacrifice anything to keep all the beautiful moments he’s shared with her. He wouldn’t mind a lifetime of pain if it meant the two happiest years of his life with her. She’s everything to him, he couldn’t imagine a life without her. And knowing that that’s all she wants makes him feel completely worthless.
“No” he whispers, “you didn’t just say that to me. You didn’t.”
Liam rubs his shoulder, looking at him sympathetically. He can’t imagine the pain he’s been going through, especially with all the information he’s feeding him now.
“You have to think about it from her standpoint, though. She’s wrecked, Harry. The thought of you, to her, is remembering every part of her life she feels she can’t get back. You couldn’t expect her to be okay, you know, she’s in love with you.”
He nods slowly, swallowing harshly as he grips tightly onto Liam’s hand.
He doesn’t know if he can fix what he’s broken. He doesn’t know how he’s going to get the love of his life back. All he knows is that Y/n’s coming back to him, at this lakehouse, and he doesn’t want to fuck it up more than he already has.
“Help me, please” he mutters, eyes looking up at him in pure desperation.
Liam smiles, his free hand reaching to pat his shoulder softly.
“She’s coming here, for you, isn’t she? So go, take a shower and look presentable. You smell like shit.”
When Y/n arrives at the lake house, it’s as if every memory she had with Harry flashes before her eyes. She never imagined being here without Harry by her side. It’s a weird feeling, honestly, to be in the place she was positive her and Harry would get married, while they are almost complete strangers to one another.
She sucks in a harsh breath, eyes gazing upon the house. It’s just as beautiful as she remembered, but it feels different. Normally, upon arrival, she envisioned a new adventure with Harry, days filled with complete bliss and utter loving engagement. She always had a smile on her face, her heart growing on the road trip there.
But now, after everything that’s happened, she doesn’t know how to feel. She doesn’t even know what to expect. All she knows is the pain she feels in her chest and the burning she feels in her eyes every other second she spends looking at this goddamn house.
She never thought she’d end up here, actually. She didn’t want to, at least not at first. When Liam asked her to join them for Harry’s birthday, she immediately backed down, finding any excuse she possibly could to avoid any confrontation with him. But when Liam started to tell her everything about Harry’s past couple of months without her, she couldn’t keep damaging him.
A part of her believed he deserved her silence, but another part of her believed that it wasn’t fair to him, either. She loved him too much to keep doing this to him, so she conquered her fear and decided to do the one thing Harry should be doing instead.
Fighting. For them.
In the midst of her thoughts, a sudden call of her name drags her out from them.
“Y/n!” the boys welcome her, all rushing to greet her with a hug.
She gasps from the unexpected tackle the boys give her, adjusting her body against their holds as she tries, but fails, to hug them all back.
“Hi” she smiles, cheeks flushing from the sudden amount of attention, “it’s good to see you guys again.”
The boys’ eyebrows furrow in confusion, lightly laughing at her change in demeanor. She seems out of place, lost somehow. He can tell she’s doubting her arrival, but she knows them. She’s been a part of them for years, there’s no way he’s going to let her break up with Harry affect their friendship with her so negatively.
“What’s with the proper greeting, Y/n? C’mon, it’s us!” Niall laughs, wrapping his arm around her shoulders in an attempt to loosen her up.
Y/n lets out a slight giggle, tucking a loose piece of hair behind her ear. She lets out a small breath, swallowing harshly before nodding her head.
“Yeah- yeah, sorry, just a bit nervous is all” she mutters.
The boys nod at her knowingly, smiling softly at her and they begin to guide her inside the house. They make small talk while she settles in the house, asking her about how she’s been, how she’s been, and how she’s been spending her time during her departure. She answers willingly, discussing her new job and the small apartment she started living in. It wasn’t half of what her and Harry shared, but it was cozy and thought it was perfect for one person.
Zayn insists on having Y/n unpack in a room and give her some privacy. The rest of the boys agree, settling in the living room to set up the poker game they planned on playing earlier. While doing so, Zayn and Y/n are left alone in the kitchen.
She feels her heart pounding out of her chest at the mere thought of seeing Harry. So much time has passed and so much could change, their once unbreakable bond seizing to nonexistence. She doesn’t know how he feels about her anymore, but she hopes deeply he still loves her just as much as she still loves him. Even after he left her.
“Where is he?” she whispers, the side of her index finger in between her teeth.
“He’s upstairs showering. He took Niall’s room, pretty sure none of them will care which room you take. Just make yourself comfortable.” Zayn smiles.
Comfortable, she thought. Yeah right.
Making her first step in the bedroom her and Harry would normally stay in gave her an overwhelming feeling of comfort. It’s the closest she felt to him in a while, being in the bedroom where their relationship peaked. Every square inch of her new apartment feels nothing like home, no traces of Harry’s existence inside it. She felt uneasy in her house, alone and cold with every step she took. It was quiet, it was boring, no history behind it.
This room, though, at every sight she took their was a story, a memory to permanently set itself inside the four walls. It hurts her to know the legacy of this room may never continue on, but she feels at home here. In the first time in months, she’s comfortable. She’s sane, because this is the closest she’s been to Harry since the breakup, and it feels euphoric.
She closes the door softly behind her, locking the door, because the thought of an unexpected entrance of Harry fills her with anxiety. She isn’t ready to face him yet, she doesn’t know if she’s strong enough to admit her feelings and stand her ground. But she questions if she ever really will be ready for it.
She sets her bag down on the bed, propping her hands up from the mattress, taking deep breaths to try and calm herself down. She squeezes her eyes shut, an unwanted wave of tears making their way to the surface. She lets out a small whimper, thinking back to all her favorite memories with him.
Why does she have to think about it so much?
“Harry, we’re back!” Y/n squealed, clapping her hands together as her feet lifted off the ground in pure excitement.
It was their first year anniversary. Harry kept telling her all day he had an amazing surprise planned out for her. She didn’t expect to end up here. She expected a temporary hotel, or maybe a place that provided a spa, since Harry said the drive to the lake house wouldn’t be a good idea since Louis’ family would be staying there for the weekend. Of course, he lied. If he didn’t, the sight before him wouldn’t have been as priceless as it was then.
Harry giggled, admiring the cutest sight he’s ever seen. Her eyes gleamed, the smile painted on her beautiful face enough to satisfy him for the rest of his life. He felt his happiest when watching Y/n at her exciting moments. The look she had made his heart flutter, because it was him that made her feel that way.
“You really thought I wouldn’t take you here?” He chuckled, hugging her from behind and planting a soft kiss in the crook of her neck. “This is our place.”
Y/n sighed contently, turning her body around so that she can kiss him. Her hands found their way to the back of his neck, scraping the nape of it. His hand wandered to her back, rubbing her t-shirt covered skin.
“You’re a sneaky little one, aren’t you?” She smirked against his lips.
He laughed, eyes staring captivatingly into hers.
“That’s the point of a surprise, isn’t it, love?”
The sound of someone knocking on the door snaps Y/n out of her daydream. Expecting it to be Zayn checking up on her, she slowly makes her way to the door. Before she has a chance to fully make it, the voice she hasn’t heard in months calls from the other side of the doorway.
“Y/n, please.” Harry pounds harder on the door again, “Please let me in.”
Y/n steps slightly away from the door the second she’s aware it’s Harry. Her breathing slows into such quietness she can barely breathe. She doesn’t move, a bit of her hoping that if she doesn’t respond to him, he’d leave.
She wants to see him, she does, but she just can’t. Being broken up with him is easier without the constant reminder that he’s not in her life anymore. Seeing him would just be a slap in the face for her, a punch in the gut to remind her just how much she’s lost.
Harry groans, kicking the bottom of the door. He sighs, placing his forehead against the door as he slowly jiggles the knob between his fingers, just hoping she’d have any chance of letting him in.
“Baby,” his voice cracks as he whispers, “Baby, please. I don’t know how much longer I can go without seeing you.“
He knows she’s there. He can hear her shallow breathing through the door, and hell, even hearing her breathe is making him feel relieved. He didn’t know how long he’d go without hearing it.
Y/n blinks away her tears, folding her arms across her chest, because she feels so weak when it comes to him, but she has to stand her ground. He can’t just leave her brokenhearted and expect her to give into him. Not without letting him know just how much he’s destroyed her.
“That’s your own fault, Harry.” She croaks out.
Her voice makes his head snap up toward the door. The sound of her voice, God, how much it means to him. He thought he’d never hear it again. Even if it’s rough, even if her tone is harsh, at least she’s speaking to him. He’s no longer being haunted by an empty void and constant reminder that she’s not in his life anymore.
“No, I know but- but I never thought I’d never see you again.” he whimpers, “I haven’t even heard your voice. I’m going crazy here. I’ve been putting up the biggest fight of my life. I need you, I don’t know how much longer I can do this.”
Y/n’s face twists in anger once he finishes. How dare he say that to her? How dare he make this entirely about himself. He’s going crazy? He doesn’t know how much longer he can do this? He was the one who broke things off. She fought for him, she’s been fighting for him for so long and he was the one who kept pushing her away. Him not seeing her? Him going crazy? That’s his fault. This is all his fault.
In her sudden fit of anger, Y/n storms up to the door, punching it with the two sides of her fists.
“You let me go, Harry!” She screams.
Harry visibly flinches at her sudden outburst, his body nearly flinging itself off the door.
"I did everything for you! I was there for you when you had nobody else, I was by your side while everybody else gave up on you! I was the only person on this earth who still had hope for you! And what did you do? You proved me wrong.”
Harry thrashes his head side to side, eyes squeezing shut as he hears her venomous words. His hands tug harder on the doorknob, fighting with everything he has just to fucking look at her.
“C’mon, Y/n! C’mon!” Harry growls through clenched teeth, attempting to kick the door down.
"I spent two years of my life with you because I loved you, and you let me go.” She whispers the last part, her forehead pressing gently against the door.
His breathing is harsh, face dampened with tears as his fingers graze the part of the door he knows she’s leaning on. This is the closest he’s been to her in three months, he’s getting more mental by the second. He’s hasn’t felt her so close in so long, he’ll stop at nothing to get closer. Not even this goddamn door can stop him.
“Y/n” he whispers, “open this door or so help me God, I will kick it down myself.”
She lifts her hand hesitantly to the knob, contemplating whether to completely ignore his request or risk breaking down everything she’s built since the breakup. She’s close to walking away, but she doesn’t think she’d be able to live with herself if she decides not to see him again. She’s barely survived the past three months without him, she can’t bare to think about how emotional she’d become if she wasted another minute of her life without her beside him.
Her shaking fingers slowly turn the lock. She barely has time to even consider going back on her decision before Harry emerges from the other side, feverishly slamming the door and locking it again, preventing anybody on invading their privacy.
He turns around to face her in a hasting manner, hair disheveled, dampened with little drops of water dripping from the ends. His sweatpants and t-shirt worn sloppily on his body, as if in a hurry to put his outfit on.
When he sees her, he swears every part of him ignites. He’s breathless, seeing her stand in the middle of their favorite room, looking as nervous as ever, but just as beautiful as he remembers. It’s as if his heart mends at the sight of her, like she’s the cure for all the pain he’s been suffering through.
He’s never felt more alive in his life while he looks at her in this moment.
She keeps her head down, hiding her tears, refusing to let her eyes meet his. The second she looks at him, she’ll be a goner. She’ll mold back into him so easily there wouldn’t be any trace of a hesitation. She’ll conform back into his life as if she never left, but she refuses to do that now. She needs to realize the damage he’s done. Letting her go was the worst decision of his life.
“Y/n” Harry whispers, “please look at me.”
She lets out a grated cry, her hand reaching up to her chest. She shakes her head, lungs collapsing as she attempts to breathe past her sobs.
She’s never felt so hurt before. How can she look at her love, that broke her heart, and be expected to be okay? How is any of that possible?
“I- I can’t, Harry.” She sobs, shaking her head.
Harry takes a couple steps closer to her. Her body is shaking, her eyes looking at anywhere but him.
It hurts him more than she thinks. He feels crushed and helpless as she continues to ignore him. He just wants nothing more than for him to be heard and to be seen by her, and she’s just not giving it to him, and he feels like he’s dying.
“Why?” he whispers, his hand reaching out to graze her shoulder.
“Please talk to me, why can’t you look at me?!” He cries out, frustrated tears tracing down his face.
“Because when I look at you, all I can think about is loving you!” she sobs, her voice raising as her eyes, finally, look up to stare at his. “And I don’t want to love you anymore, Harry, I don’t! You ruined me! You fought against everything in your life. You fought everything and everyone and yet you didn’t fight for us!”
It feels as if the wind has been knocked right out of Harry, his chest tightening as he listens to her confess everything she’s been feeling within the past three months.
He never thought about it that way- not fighting for her. He was trying to fight for her for so long, but he couldn’t find the strength to change. When he left her, he didn’t mean it as him not fighting for their relationship, he meant is as a way to protect her from him- to protect her from the danger he’s been bringing into her life.
He continues to cry. Soul-shaking, heavy cries as she pushes his hand off of her.
“I want to hate you so bad, Harry” she whimpers, eyes closing as silent tears run along her face.
“But when I look at you all I can think about is holding you and touching you and kissing you and all I can think about is doing everything you don’t want me to do.”
Harry looks at her like he’s watching his whole world crumble. He’s confused, extremely heartbroken that she genuinely believes he didn’t want any of that. That’s all he thought about. Living without those hands roaming his body, living without her lips against hers, living without her arms wrapped around him was enough to kill him. He just felt so empty.
“You really think I don’t want any of that?” he whispers, his fingers reaching up to rub her cheek.
She rubs her cheek along his fingers, eyes fluttering shut at his touch. Even the slightest bit of it is enough to send chills down her spine.
“I don’t know” she mumbles, “I don’t know anything about us anymore.”
He sighs, hands making their way around her waist before pulling her against him. She cries softly in his chest, her fingers tugging softly at the hem of his shirt. He rocks her back and forth, his own tears falling on top of her head but she shows no sign of caring.
“I never stopped loving you, you know” he whispers, lips speaking against her shoulder, “I don’t know how I did all that I did without you. I promise you, I’m not the man I was. I don’t hurt people anymore, I’m not who I was, I swear. I fought for us when I let you go. I had to prove myself wrong to convince myself we could be right for each other.”
She shakes her head, pushing his body away from hers.
“So that’s it? You had to convince yourself we were right for each other? So through our entire two years you just- you just thought we were wrong for each other?” she snaps.
Harry begins to panic, everything rushing to him all at one time, he feels like he can hardly breathe.
“No, baby, what are you-”
“How could you say that to me, Harry?” she whispers, eyes looking desperately into his, “how could you dare stand there and say that to me?”
He desperately reaches for her hand, bringing it up to his lips as he’s on the verge of genuinely begging her to understand him.
He’s never seen her so hurt.
“I know me and you are meant for each other. I- I never laid hands on someone else the way I laid my hands on you. You pushed me through everything, you stuck by me through all my faults and you still loved me, Y/n. Even though I know there were times you wanted to despise me, you continued to love me. And even now, I’m standing here, probably looking like the biggest fool because the man who used to not give a shit about others is drowning in his own tears over a girl but I don’t care. Because my life is nothing without you, my existence is nothing without you by my side. And I will spend the rest of my life trying to convince you that I never meant a single word of what I said to you when I left.”
She looks up at him in admiration, her hands harshly holding his face. She’s speechless, soft breaths struggling to escape her as she tries for form a coherent sentence.
“You will always be my plus one, baby. Don’t you ever forget that.”
Before he can say anything else, she feverishly pushes his lips toward her. Her body ignites in pure euphoria, the feeling of his lips against hers reviving every part of her that died when he left.
She moans in the kiss, pushing his body down against the bed. His hands graze her back, lost in complete oblivion as her lips work magnetically against hers.
There’s no point in fighting this anymore, she didn’t want to spend another second without him. She knew they wouldn’t be apart forever, but she didn’t know how easy it would be to fall back into his arms. It was as if the anger burning inside her was no match for the overwhelming desire to have him back in her life, as if her broken heart didn’t give a shit about its angered undertone.
And with his lips against hers, with her name breathlessly leaving his lips like she’s never heard it before, the past meant absolutely fucking nothing to them.
“Don’t leave.” Harry heaves between kisses, his fingers digging into her waist, sure to leave marks.
God, how fucking heavenly is this, she thinks.
“Not leaving.” She whispers back, sloppily detaching herself from him to take off the unwanted t-shirt that was to his body.
She presses her lips against his chest, kissing down from his neck to the valley in between his chest. Her hands grip his, squeezing them as she kisses down to his naval.
“No,” Harry groans, the feeling of her touch making it hard for him to concentrate, “you’re not understandin’ me, baby. Don’t leave.”
Her lips come to a halt, her eyes traveling up his body until they meet his. She rests her chin against his abdomen, confused wrinkles forming between her eyebrows. He’s panting, eyes dark as he looks down at her. But he’s smirking, slightly, reaching his hand up to slide it down her hair.
“How much of a fool would I be if I get the love of my life back and not ask her to move in with me?”
Y/n chuckles, placing her forehead against his abdomen as she laughs.
“We already have a house together, y’know, I think we both knew I’d come back and-”
“Here” Harry interrupts her, “ask you to move in with me here.”
Y/n’s mouth drops, at a complete loss of words after hearing the question Harry planned on asking her for far too long now.
She loves this house, she does, with a passion, but she never thought Harry would live with her here. Sure, it is the house they feel most comfortable in, and it is the house that feels most like home to them, but this is under the Tomlinson name. How can this place be theirs?
She stutters out, not processing what exactly had just happened.
“Oh c’mon” Harry sighs, “you never thought about this? You can’t tell me you can’t see us being married with our little kids roaming around in here, can you?”
Y/n lets out a soft cry, the words falling from his mouth making their way to her beating heart. She smiles up at him, giggling before crawling so that she’s on top of him. He laughs at her, heart swelling at the look on her face. She leans down to kiss him again, lips meshing together in pure bliss.
“I can see all of that” she sighs out in contentment, “I love you so much, Harry. I’d never leave.”
He smiles again before giving her a quick peck to her lips.
She lifts her hand to tangle her fingers in his hair, tugging slightly at the roots.
—>The exact moment you experienced heartbreak with Min Yoongi would be a
moment you’d remember forever.
A/N: AHHHH. I desperately wanted this to just be one entire fic, but ended up breaking it into two parts because I haven’t posted a fic in like… months lmao. I felt like a fraud for calling myself a writer, but not posting shit. So yeah, idek what this is but I hope you all enjoy it! xoxo
The exact moment you fell
in love with Min Yoongi would be a moment you’d remember forever.
YJ verse where
you’re on the team but you don’t really get along with Dick for whatever reason
until Bart comes from the future and only knows you as Mrs.Grayson + Saw the
“Bart knows the Reader as the future Mrs. Grayson” and I raise you
Bart knows the reader as the future Mrs. Todd but cannot say a goddamn thing
until Jay shows back up again. Optional: the reader from the Dick fic
(*snorts*) and the reader from the Jay fic are besties. Not necessary but adds
another element, no? + IF YOU SEE GOTHAM do you remember that episode where
Dick parents appeared and also were fighting and couldn’t bear each other until
jim made their families rebound and at the end were both cutie pies in love and
went to thank Detective Gordon? I just remembered for the Bart thing like :
Mrs. Grayson? Gordon: oh yes you remind me of your parents kid, lmao.
A/N: This is a
combination of a bunch of prompts because a ton of people asked for a fic where
Bart comes from the future and knows shit. I figured it would all fit nicely
You’re such an ass!” You shouted, pushing against Dick’s chest. He didn’t even
wobble from the impact which only frustrated you more.
want to talk about it sweetheart?” He asked condescendingly.
– You UGH! My mission? Really??? You gave the mission that I’ve been working on for a year to fucking Lagoon Boy?
You know Dick you typically take a girl out on a date before you fuck her over!”
You seethed. He appeared infuriatingly calm in the face of your anger.
skills were more suited to the mi-“
“I don’t give a
flying fuck why you chose him. That
was my case. You had no right.” You
said accentuating your anger with sharp pokes to his chest.
“I had every
right. I’m serving as team leader while Kaldur is home visiting Atlantis. That
means I’m calling the shots and I say you’re off the mission. Get over it or go
home.” He replied firmly, his mouth set in a hard line as you glared up at him.
You could cut the tension in the room with a knife.
pushing this and I’m going to make your life a living hell Dick Grayson. I will
not be sidelined.” You hissed.
“Is that a
threat?” He asked, his eyes narrowing at you. You didn’t even flinch at his
a fucking promise.” You swore before turning on your heel and storming off.
believe him Red! He’s such a fucking ass!” You complained to your best friend.
The two of you were sitting in the near abandoned grotto where all the tributes
to the fallen are stored. This was usually a fairly private place since no one
really liked to remember just how dangerous this job was. Red would know, her
first love and boyfriend had his own hologram down here. You had offered to
meet in a different place for her sake but she insisted that Jay would have
wanted us to meet where we had always met. Jason was your friend too but it was
hard to see your friend be so torn up over his death.
“Didn’t you have
a crush on him?” She asked with a raised eyebrow.
“When we were
kids sure but I’d never be with him
now. Not in a million years. I have standards Red, standards that include not
being the most infuriating person to walk on Earth.” You swore.
“It sounds like
to me you’re just frustrated that he won’t roll over and give you whatever you
want at the drop of the hat.” She shrugged.
“I’m angry that he won’t let me work on the
case that I’ve been working on for a year!” You cried. You worked yourself to
the bone to get to where you were in the case and to have him step in and just
hand it over to another team member to finish, it pissed you off more than
“Have you ever
thought that maybe he’s just trying to protect you?” She offered.
taking his side?” You asked incredulously. How could your best friend defend
this jerk? Wasn’t she supposed to take your side on this instead of making
excuses for Dick?
“No I’m just
saying that maybe you’re misreading the situation.” She shrugged. You scoffed
at the notion.
“I’m not –“ You
started to say before you were cut off by a blaring alarm warning the presence
of an intruder. You and your friend immediately dropped the conversation and
sprinted toward where the alert was coming from. A whirl of yellow sped past
you just as you were about to enter the briefing room.
swore, turning around to follow the speedster intruder. The yellow blur turned
around and ran straight back towards you. Expecting it to run straight into
you, you braced yourself for what you knew would be a painful impact but
instead you were surprised to find that the young speedster wrapped you up in a
Grayson! Long time no see! Ha! How are the kids?” He asked, his words coming
out only just slow enough to recognize what he was saying. He glanced around
your body and saw something that made his eyes widen. “Welp gotta go now! See
you later Mrs. G!” He waved before racing away.
“Why didn’t you
take him out?” Dick shouted jogging up to you.
“I was going to
but then he … hugged me.” You
said still trying to grapple with what had just happened. You were so many
levels of confused.
your excuse?” He snapped turning to look accusingly at Red. She shrugged and
didn’t offer him an answer. Dick sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “I
don’t have time for this right now. Just … spread out and try to corner him
alright?” He said before running back in the opposite direction of where the
speedster was heading.
want to tell me Mrs. Grayson?” Red
leaned over and asked you, grinning like the cat that ate the canary. You put
your hand over her face and turned her grinning face away from you.
It took a while
but eventually the team was able to apprehend the mysterious speedster. It didn’t
take much before he confessed that he was the Flash’s grandson from the future.
He certainly had the proof to back up his claims.
If he was from
the future that made wonder about what he had said to you when you first ran
into each other.
… Bart was it? You’re from the future?” You asked sitting next the the
young boy in the kitchen. He had been rifling for food in the fridge and
eventually made himself a gargantuan sandwich filled to the brim with the
ma’am.” He answered taking a wide bite out the sandwich.
I ask you something? About the future?” You asked hesitantly.
make no promises.” He responded.
You nodded. “You said something when we first met. You called me Mrs.Grayson.
You want to tell me why?” You asked the seemingly simple question.
your name isn’t it? You are married to Nightwing right?” He asked. Your
eyes widened and you heard Red start to cackle hysterically from the living
You corrected immediately.
My bad. Forget I said anything then.” He said.
up. Am I married to him in the future?” You asked.
really should talk about –“ He started to argue but you cut him off before he
me!” You insisted firmly.
I guess I’ve already said this much.” He sighed. “Yeah. You guys are the most
disgustingly in love couple that I’ve ever met. Well you and the Todd’s really.
Speaking of which where is Jason?” He said.
You answered simply. Suddenly Red’s laughing ceased.
History never was my best subject.” He laughed, nervously rubbing the back of
kid, you’re nice and you clearly come from a future but are you sure you’re from this universe’s future. Nightwing and I
… we aren’t even friends. I’m sorry but I highly doubt I’d ever marry him.”
“Look Mrs. G,”
call me that.” You insisted.
“I only know
what I know.” He continued without hesitation. “One of your grandkids is a good
friend of mine.”
“Oh god. I
think I’m going to be sick.” You groaned.
“Thanks again Commissioner Gordon. This intel is really going to help.” Dick thanked the older man, holding up the flash drive that was just given to him.
“Anytime, son. It’s the least I can do after all these years of service that you and the Bat have given this city.” Gordon responded.
“It’s all in a day’s work Commish.” Nightwing smiled.
“Are you alright kid? You seem a little off tonight.” Gordon asked. He had known Robin, Nightwing, whatever name he goes by for years but the young man didn’t seem as chipper as he usually was.
“Just girl problems. Nothing too worrying, I assure you.” Dick brushed off. He had to admit that you had been on his mind a lot lately. He hated how antagonist your relationship with him had become. He had been such good friends with you when you were both just kids and now … well you two were lucky if you walked away from a conversation without being at each other’s throats.
“Oh?” Gordon questioned. “It’s that girl that bring along sometimes isn’t it? The one that you bicker with? It’s funny, you two remind me of a couple that came into the precinct back when I was still just a detective. They came from rival circus families and boy did they act like it. They bickered the entire time I was watching over them but not long after the family feud is patched up and these two come back in engaged and utterly lovesick. They offered to name their first born after me, you know.” Gordon reminisced one of the oddest cases he had ever been assigned. Unfortunately the young circus couple famously died after their trapeze line was tampered with, leaving their young son orphaned.
“I’m pretty sure this girl hates me. She’s made that pretty clear.”
“There’s a fine line between love and hate, Nightwing. Give it time.” Gordon encouraged. Dick chuckled and shook his head at the idea that you could ever grow to have feelings other than annoyance for him
“I hope you’re as good at giving relationship advice as you are at your job.” Nightwing joked.
“I’m old, Nightwing. I think I know a thing or two.” He argued.
“If you’re right, I’ll be sure to send you a wedding invitation.” Nightwing said lightheartedly, not really thinking that your relationship would ever get to that level. It just seemed so far off considering where the two of you were now. Gordon though, he had seen stranger couples develop. He believed wholeheartedly that these kids would eventually come to find kindred souls in one another.
Q: How comfortable were you guys filming your three-way sex scene with Udo?
River: Well, I really didn’t help matters. While we were doing our scene I said, “Just think, Keanu. Five hundred million of your fans will be watching this one day.” Like a stupid idiot. I made him feel completely self-conscious. But Keanu rose above it. Gus scolded me endlessly the night after.
Keanu: Did he really?
River: Yeah. He scolded the shit out of me. I almost cried. That was terrible of me. I was just trying to break the ice. You know, I thought it was humorous- I was trying to save Keanu from being freeze-framed by twelve-year-olds at home!
32. “I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”
Just a warning. I thought this was a given considering the prompt, but angst ahead. Happy ending tho.
Lance remembered imagining space to be something magical, dark but full of color, where his knuckles wouldn’t bleed after being slapped with rulers, where his possibly dying mother wouldn’t feel alone, where she wouldn’t have to force a smile towards him. He used thought space was pink, he thought that when the sun was out, when no one on Earth could see, flowers bloomed in ways that he never could. Space was where his sister said she could love someone and love herself at the same time without their parents permission.
“What the ever living fuck was that, Lance?”
Keith’s voice was harsh against his ears, but he deserved it; admitting that is the problem. Admitting that space was not full of flowers, not full of his father’s laughter, not full of his mother. Space, as Lance experienced it, was nothing but blue.
Last August, Kubo Tite left me devastated for Bleach final chapter. I shipped IchiRuki for 9 long years, and out of nowhere, I repeat, out of fucking nowhere IchiHime is canon. Fuck! On that moment I
determined to stop being a shipper. I had enough. 9 years was too long. I waited 9 years and my heart was crushed into a million pieces in only a few seconds. I was gonna say goodbye to TouKen and OkiKagu right then.
Before saying goodbye to shipper life, I visited Ishida’s twitter for one last time.
To my surprise, on that same day, he posted this picture.
I cried. I freaking cried. I thought to myself, “Is this some kind of way to show us that TouKen will become canon despite how Bleach ended? If that’s so, I will keep the faith.”
And I did.
I shipped Touken since July 2014. In Tokyo Ghoul’s first manga, there were quite a lot of chapters indicating that they deeply care for each other, but not that strong until it reaches romantic feelings.
Re Chapter 9 & 10 left a bittersweet feeling in me. Chapter 31.5 gave me hope. Chapter 72 left me angsty. Chapter 114 made me anxious. Chapter 117 made me awwh. Chapter 121 made me had dirty thoughts (lol). Chapter 122 made me half confirmed they’re canon. Chapter 124 made me restless. And lastly, Chapter 125 & 126 gave me reasons to live.
I’m glad I visited Ishida’s twitter page on that day. I admit he drew a lot of TouKen but to post on the day where IchiRuki shippers were left devastated means a lot. Thank you, Ishida Sui. I love my OTP more than I love my own non-existence relationship so by giving us confessions, kisses, sex and engagement canonically means a lot to us. To me. Again, thank you.
please read and pass along so queen Vic sees it and comments on it/ reblogs (part one)
okay y'all. im goons try to keep this short. over a year ago, i began reading red queen. it was by far one of the best days of my life. im writing this for three reasons. one, i want queen v to see it and know just how much she means to me. two, today i got scared. i got really scared that one day red queen will no longer make me feel the intense love i feel now. three, i had this dream that i was a number one nyt bestselling author and me and queen vic went to go have lunch. queen vic if you read this hmu. i know some pretty gucci restaurants in ri. haha. 😂 okay so back to the beginning of the story, i was walking around bn before gs came out and i saw this book … with the most gorgeous cover i have ever seen. and then i read the back. i instantly connected with this book. i loved it so so much and i hadn’t even read it yet. my depression and anxiety were so bad at this point and i had already started cutting. so then i started reading this book, it was AMAZING. i just felt this connection with mare, as if she were real and i could just talk to her. and i felt so … not alone for the first time in a long time. it was this unimaginable love. it made my heart hurt in the best way possible. glass sword came out by the time i finished reading it. i was so so in love. ask anyone, there is not a day have gone without having a conniption at least one since i started reading it. so the next year was really hard. the arrival of kc kept me going. during that year, I MET VICTORIA AVEYARD in east long meadow at kidly winks in June of 2016. IT WAS LITERALLY THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE. it was the most personal thing to me so im not gonna describe what happened other than HOLY SHIT. I WAS ON CLOUD NINE ☁️ FOR WEEKS. she was just so amazing. idek what to say. after we left the store, I cried. and honestly i miss her sm. i gave her a million hugs and was honestly an awkward but. i hope she didn’t judge too much. it was great. we hugged, complemented each other, our moms talked to each other. I STILL can’t get over it, but quite a while after that, things got so bad that i couldn’t function anymore. i was NEVER happy. i hid my rq books because i didn’t want to see them and have them lose their meaning in this dark time. so, then i was admitted to bradley, a children’s psychiatric hospital, an intensive outpatient program. the first day i was there i was determined to die. i said i would kill myself before kc because i waited so long and came so far, i just had to make it until then, right? wrong. so while i was in Bradley, i was happy for the first time in a while, but not until kc came out. everyone there, even my psychiatrist said it helped immensely with my recovery. everyone told me i look so much happier. even in that hellhole they call school. my mom said that i was the happiest she had seen me in a long time. my best friend the hope, the sparkle in my eyes was back. it made me realize how much i love some of the things in this world. when i left Bradley, everyone said i was the red queen and positive messages about how strong i was like mare. I still carry those letters around because there still are low points. they never just go away. but now there’s a difference. im happy. i have hope. for that, i am immensely grateful. i love you so so much queen vic. and let me just say, i absolutely support the end of kc. of course im sad, but i understand that as an author sometimes ya gotta do whatcha gotta do. and just like kc gave me hope in my life, i have hope and faith in queen vic and what you do with rq4. stop hating on her y'all. again, i just want to say thank you and *anxiety takes over* please don’t think im crazy. (Btw just thought of this, im gonna post some pics right after bc idk how to put them in here) i just want you to know this because you deserve to and honestly, it was helpful for me to put it all down and not try to cram it into you’re ask box in a few asks as possible. again, thanks and love you. ❤️ @vaveyard
I’m still screaming because I never noticed that parallel between kikyo’s she’s so warm in the cave episode, and kagome’s it’s so warm when kikyo dies and her light floods around her, warming her with her now peaceful existence
i cannot believe it's already been 4 years that our show was taken from us. it'll forever feel like yesterday that arthur died in merlin's arms and our hearts were shattered into a million pieces and we never recovered and we cried forever and never really moved on because this show has our hearts for life and the pain will forever be there. this show should of ran forever. we should of had 80 more seasons of arthur and merlin's adorable banter and more than two seconds of arthur knowing about merlin's magic and we'll just forever miss this show it will not ever matter how much time has passed. we will forever miss it and feel the pain like it was yesterday.
How would the band react if you got in an argument so bad with them you started crying
The last time I cried was the day that Trump was elected and the day after but before that, I hadn’t cried in like four years.
The two of you had been arguing for the smallest things recently and it was starting to get on your nerves.
You had gotten so agitated and your anger started to bowl so much that you ended up slapping him across the face with tears running down your face.
Murdoc knew he fucked up so as soon as everything calmed down, he had to find you.
He found you crying against the bathroom door. He grabbed you and held you for what felt like hours and whispered a million sorry’s.
Stuart Pot (2D):
2D was annoyed at Murdoc and when he got to your house, he barely spoke to you which kind of made you mad.
After asking him what was wrong, he looked at you with most annoyed look and told you to shut up and not worry about it.
You had defended yourself and argued back but he managed to get you so mad you told him to fuck off and leave with tears running down your face.
He felt so bad that he chased after you and hugged you telling you that he was so sorry and he shouldn’t have done that.
He was trying to learn a new song and you had been watching a video on his bed.
You had been giggling and Russel hadn’t realized that you were watching a video and assumed you were flirting with someone.
He told you that if you wanted to cheat on him, to leave. Russel was very soft spoken so when he yelled at you, tears started to well up.
After realizing that he was wrong, he brought you into a hug and told you he was extremely sorry for yelling at you.
You had went over to the studio to see what Noodle was doing but she had been busy learning a new song so you started to hang out with Murdoc.
He had been telling you stories of when Noodle was little and Noodle didn’t realize that and assumed you were flirting with him.
She started being rash and told you that if you liked being with Murdoc so much that you should just date him instead. That triggered you into having a screaming match with her and you ended up telling her to fuck off.
When she seen you crying, all the anger she had towards you was gone. She felt like an asshole so she bought you your favorite food and apologized profusely until you forgave her.
I am trying to get back into the writing thing and today I was watching baseball and moved to write. So, yay!
I mean, it’s nothing much, but it is something. So, have some quick, fluffy Darcy/Bucky, sort of baseball related fic.
Thanks for being patient with me during this dreadful writing dry spell. I really appreciate it.
Autumn was starting to creep into the city. The weather was still mostly warm and green, but there’d been a couple of blustery, rainy days, and a new little chill in the air in the mornings. Darcy wasn’t sure she’d ever quite get used to Fall starting in September, but, it wasn’t the worst thing in the world. Because, for real, east coast summers were the worst.
Bucky’s apartment was not the best place to spend a summer. There was no cross breeze, it got stuffy as hell, and had no central air or anything. A couple fans by the windows, and mostly they just pushed around the sticky, grimy air from the outside.
Today was one of those slightly blustery days, though, and there was a hint of cool and damp and a definite breeze that rattled his blinds. And the apartment was quiet, nobody constantly demanding her attention for this thing or that. She could maybe get some things done. Maybe. Truthfully, it was just nice to hang out quietly with him.
“I think the bar oughta be a Dodgers bar,” Bucky said decisively from his spot on the couch.
On the other side of the couch, curled up, her back to the arm rest, feet braced on his thigh, Darcy was spending her Saturday afternoon reluctantly reading reports from Phil. She didn’t even bother glare. “Over my dead body.”
“It’s my bar.”
“That I’m paying for.” Darcy glanced up from her work and considered the screen. “How about the Mets? I have no strong feelings, they’re local, and they’re not the Yankees.”
“I don’t know,” he grumbled. “What the hell’s a Met?”
“Metropolitans.” She rolled her eyes and nudged his knee with her foot. “Oh my God, don’t be like that.”
His lips lifted into a little smile and he shrugged. “I’ll consider it.”
Darcy braced her elbow on the back of the couch and set her chin in her hand, watching the game for a minute. “I know a guy on the Mets.”
“Well, know.” She shrugged. “His mom’s my lawyer, and his grandpa was my lawyer before that. We sort of knew each other as kids. Kind of. Like, Memorial Day cookouts at his grandpa’s house kind of thing.”
Bucky jerked his chin at the tv. “He playing?”
She squinted at the field and counted the numbers. “I don’t see him. I think he’s mostly a bench guy this year. Second base, some shortstop. Good defense, quick on his feet. So-so hitter. Though, he had a good year in triple-A last year. Rick Carmine.”
“I’ll look out for him,” Bucky said and turned his attention back to the game. “Miami Marlins. Sounds like a double-A team,” he grumbled and fell silent for a long moment. “That guy needs a haircut. His hair’s longer than yours.”
“Says you, Mr. Lucious Locks down to your manly shoulders,” Darcy laughed, with a roll of her eyes, turning her own attention back to her tablet. So, okay, it wasn’t entirely quiet at Bucky’s, especially when he was in a ‘kids these days’ mood. Hilarious as that usually was. “Besides, baseball — it’s a long season, what else are they going to do other than grow weirdass beards and bad mullets? Not that there’s a good mullet.”
He let out a long breath through his nose. “I don’t like the long pants, either.”
Darcy stared at him for a second, looked at the screen, then back at him. “Are they playing baseball?”
“More or less.”
Exasperated, she waved a hand at him, the tv, the universe. “Then, just, whatever, okay?”
He snorted and slumped down on the couch, kicking up his feet onto his coffee table. “Okay, so if some guys have their pants long, and other guys have their socks high, I’ll pretend I don’t mind. But, if the socks are high, shouldn’t they all be the same? It’s a uniform. How come that guy’s got stripes on his socks, and that guy’s are just black? They’re on the same team, it oughta look the same.”
Darcy rubbed at her forehead and tried to pretend she was focusing on blackmarket weapon sales in Ukraine, and not her partner’s old man griping. “Let me get you the commissioner’s email. You can send him a letter.”
“Yeah, I’ll send him a letter,” he said, his tone dark with menace.
Darcy nudged his leg again. “Why are you all grumpy cat? You’ve been watching games all season.”
“Yeah, but by myself mostly.” He gave her a sad little look, like she’d abandoned him through the baseball season. “A couple times with Barton.”
“But you don’t bitch to Barton.” Aww, he wanted to save his bitching for when she could hear it. That was both annoying and sweet.
“I don’t know. I guess not.” Bucky watched the game and then slapped his hand on his thigh. “Where the hell was that pitch, ump? Geez. That was right across the letters. Ball, what a crock.”
Darcy laughed at his outrage. It was so normal, and those moments where he was just a regular guy were always such delight. “I’m pretty sure the proper nickname for every baseball umpire is 'bum’. So, like, that was a lousy call, you bum.”
“I agree. And he is a bum. Look at that strike zone. Or don’t, because I can’t tell where the hell it is.” He pointed at the TV. “I like the strike zone box they put up on the screen. Bet the umps don’t.”
“Some people want robo-umps,” she informed him. “I’m on the fence. I don’t entirely hate that, you know, each ump can have his own sort of unique strike zone, but that’s only okay so long as they’re consistent, you know.”
“Basically that strike zone box. A computer would call balls and strikes. I don’t know. I still like the human element. And you get to yell at the bums, which is part of the fun. Some people, though…”
He kept his face pointed at the TV, but his eyes slid over to her. “Yeah, well some people like the DH.”
Darcy scowled at him. “I am not arguing about the DH with you. Again.”
“Ruining the game,” he said, his voice rising.
“Oh my God, shut up about the DH.”
Bucky slapped his metal fist in his palm and glowered at the world. “Glad I was on the ice when it was instituted or I woulda burned the league down.”
“For real, stop.”
“What a waste of the bench,” he barked, his voice heating and he was waving his hands at the TV. “So, you carry an extra guy who’s only job is to—” Darcy lurched up and lunged at him, clapping her hand across his mouth.
“No,” she said, begging, demanding, insisting, pleading. “You’re a National League guy, it’s fine, I accept it. I like you for who you are, this critical personality flaw included. But, please, no more.”
They stared each other down for a long moment before he finally nodded and she let him go. She sat back cautiously, watching him warily like he might start in again.
There’d been a very, very long flight from Argentina where he talked about the designated hitter rule the whole time. She’d been tempted to jump out of the quinjet, except her suit’s arc reactor was offline and she was having a hard time getting it back. Even then, though, she was still tempted to jump. She worked great under pressure, and nothing beat the pressure of gravity and a quickly approaching planet.
He turned his attention back to the game. “Mets are okay, I guess. For the bar, I mean.”
“Good, great,” she told him, relieved to have escaped that dangerous, dangerous DH moment.
“But, I don’t want a bunch of tvs in the bar,” he said, pointing a finger at her. “Most places, they’ve always got 'em up too loud. I’m not going to the bar to have some sports jock shout at me while I’m trying to drink a beer.”
“A couple, just for games, turn them off the rest of the time.”
They were silent for a moment and then she laughed. “You’re like a million years old.”
“I like what I like,” he grumped. “I don’t like the DH, though, because it takes away from strategy—”
“NO!” She dropped her tablet listlessly onto her lap, threw her head back, and let her body go limp in utter and complete defeat. “Call Steve. You guys can go do your old fogey thing about it. Rarr, kids these days and their designated hitter. God. Leave me in peace,” she groaned, so much pain, so much anguish. Minor anguish, but still, shut up Bucky.
The room fell quiet after her cri de coeur, except for the quiet rumble of traffic, the voice of the play by play man, and Bucky’s laughter. The big asshole.
“Jerk,” she muttered and petulantly shoved at his leg with her foot.
“I love riling you up.”
He let out an amused sigh and grabbed her foot before she could kick him again. “Okay, so the Dodgers are in LA. The Athletics are in Oakland. The Giants are in San Francisco. Weird.”
“The east coast needs to stop hoarding all the teams,” she shot back, her tone sour, still annoyed.
“I guess, or California will steal them all.” He gave her a look and then returned his attention to the game. “Oh, and the Braves are in Atlanta. And I don’t know what happened to the Senators except now they’re the Nationals?”
“I think they’re the Twins now, and the Nationals moved from Montreal.”
His brows drew down in a confused frown. “Montreal. Canada?”
Darcy shrugged and picked up her tablet again. Work was not really getting done, but she could try to pretend. “Toronto Blue Jays.”
“I can’t keep up with all this.”
“Don’t try to see the then, live with the now,” she advised.
“Half the league are teams after your day. Just, you know, embrace the league as it is now.”
“Except the DH.”
“Mother fu—” Darcy thumped her forehead with the palm of her hand. “I walked into that one.”
“Yeah, you did,” he told her, sounding almost gleeful.
“See if I let you use the company seats at the ballpark of your choice. Ever,” she told him, glaring darkly.
“You’ve got seats at all the parks?”
“Ok, well, no, not really. The places we have major offices. For, you know, schmoozing clients, or rewarding employees, and like that. I’d have to check where all. But I’m pretty sure I could get really awesome tickets anywhere. Not that I will for you. So, know what you’re missing and suffer. Nosebleed seats for you, buddy.”
Bucky snickered and rubbed a hand down her shin, squeezing her ankle lightly. “Yeah, 'cause I can’t buy my own tickets.”
“Boo to you,” she whined and huddled over her tablet. “Ruin every scrap of fun I have.”
He drew a meep of surprise from her when he pulled on her leg, drawing her down the couch. Flailing a little at the sudden move, she found herself flat on her back under a looming and impressive assassin. He had one hand braced on the back of the couch, and the other on the arm above her head. It was … a breathtaking view.
“Yep,” he said, smirking. “Ruining your fun, that’s me.”
Letting out a long breath, she poked at his chest; not hard, only just enough to appreciate the closeness and solidness of his pecs. He wasn’t the biggest guy she knew, but wow, he really knew how to work the upper body. And, she was free to grope at will. In a not creepy way. Hooray dating.
“You are in an interesting mood today,” she murmured, still examining his chest. The gray henley was really well fitting. And probably brought out the blue in his eyes, but she was focused elsewhere.
“Nobody’s shooting at us,” he said, leaning down to press a kiss to the corner of her mouth. “Nobody is torturing us.” Another kiss on the other side of her mouth. “Nobody is trying to blow us up.” His lips landed solidly on hers, but before she could make it a real kiss he drew back with a smile. “Nobody is—”
Her phone rang and he turned his head towards the device with a growl. A real, deep, animal growl. Darcy couldn’t help it, she laughed.
“Of course.” Grabbing his chin, she turned his face back to her and captured his lips with hers. She was getting her kiss, interruptions be damned. But, the phone kept ringing and it was Phil’s ringtone and there was only so long they could ignore the Director.
“I hate Coulson,” Bucky grumbled against her cheek. “I hate him a lot.”
“But, he’s such a big fan of yours.” She shoved at his chest, but regretfully this time it was less about feeling him up and more about moving him out of the way.
He didn’t move far, just slid to the side, squeezing between her and the back of the couch. Shoving his bristly chin against the side of her neck, he grumbled darkly, swearing in Russian, while she fumbled for the phone.
“This better be a planet-wide emergency, Phil,” Darcy greeted with a groan.
“I need you to go to Japan,” he greeted. “I’m sending you the file.”
“Bucky wants you to know that he hates you.”
“That’s too bad,” Phil said, his voice bland and unbothered by the fact that one of his childhood heroes hated him. “I’d like to do a video brief in half an hour.”
“You’re interrupting his baseball day,” Darcy pressed.
“Baseball lasts for a half the year. Did you know I played second in little league?”
“Read the file, briefing in thirty.” Phil hung up and Darcy dropped her phone on the floor and patted the side of Bucky’s head.
“I hate him,” Bucky muttered.
“Me, too. Briefing in thirty.” She squirmed away from her partner and rubbed a hand over her eyes, trying to shake off the haze of 'attractive man and his kissing and attractiveness and such’. “I think we need to sweep your apartment for cameras.”
“Why?” Bucky shoved himself up and flopped back over to his side of the couch.
“His timing is too … suspicious.” She glared up at a likely corner of the room. “I bet he’s colluding with my dad.”
“I think you’re paranoid.”
“Is it paranoid when we work for a spy agency? And my dad is a big nosy, nudnik?”
“Probably,” he said with a dry chuckle. “So, briefing? Where are we going?”
Darcy glared sourly and pulled her tablet out from where it got stuck between the couch cushions. “Japan.”
“Sounds fun. I like Japan.”
Darcy closed her eyes and shook her head slowly. “And now you’ve cursed it.”
Request:hello =) can
you write an imagine in which you broke up with juice like 5 years ago and now
you are getting married and he finds out when you go to TM to give Gemma her
invitation for the wedding and he tries to cancel the wedding?
Tig Trager Warns You, This Imagine Contains: angst anddrama, a lot of drama
can’t do this anymore Juice”, you cried, finally giving up, “It’s like you
don’t trust me and I can’t live with your jealousy anymore, your punches on the
walls and silence”
Juice begged, a tear running down his face.
sorry Juice”, you whispered and grabbed your bag. You didn’t look back as you
walked out the door.
Juice woke up feeling his heart
pounding inside his chest and sweat covering his skin. He always woke up like
that after a nightmare, but he hand’t had one, it had been very real memory from
five years ago. He lived with that memory hunting him and though he always felt bad after it, at least he could see you again, even if it
was only in his mind, in a dream. You weren’t living that far but for you two that meant
Five years ago, Juice wasn’t in a
good place. Club was going through a tough time, problems and lockdowns. It
took a toll on him and there were things going on in his life he couldn’t tell anyone. Juice was distant, trying to understand what was happening and it affected your relationship. He couldn’t open up to you though he was afraid you would leave him if he didn’t. His jealousy was worst and everyone was a threat in his eyes. He knew you would leave him, it was just a matter of time, and one day you really did. Juice lost his mind one night, punching a tree because he was too jealous of your friends and you going out with them to, finally, have some good time. You packed and left the next morning. You stayed in Charming for a while and he tried to talk to you, but you wouldn’t talk to anyone but Gemma. Soon, you found a job in Stockton and moved out. Juice haven’t seen you since then.
“I’m glad we finished this early lad”, Chibs sighed as they hopped on their bikes. Jax had sent them to do some errands and it was supposed to take them all day. Chibs was looking forward for a movie night with his new girlfriends and decided they should split up to finish it earlier. Juice agreed with his brother and they rode together back to the clubhouse. They were walking toward the garage when Juice saw Gemma leave her office and freeze on the door.
“Are you okay Gemma?”, he asked as Chibs narrowed his eyes, also noticing the queen’s odd behavior. Gemma was about to answer him when another person walked out the room, bumped into Gemma. The woman froze too as Juice felt his heart skip a beat, “Y/N?”
“What are you doing here lass?”, Chibs asked. No, he didn’t hate Y/N, but he had seen how bad Juice got after their breakup and only meant to protect the boy who was almost like a son to him.
“She came to talk to me”, Gemma hissed and wrapped an arm around Y/N’s shoulders, escorting her back to the car.
Juice just stood there, speechless, as he watched Y/N walk away. He loved her. He still loved her so much it hurt. Y/N glanced at him over her shoulder, but Gemma just kept pulling her toward the car. Y/N left TM and Juice felt Chibs patting his back.
“You should forget her boy”, the Scotsman sighed.
“I can’t”, Juice whispered.
“Listen to him”, Gemma said as she passed by them on her way back to the office,”She came to bring me her wedding invitation. She moved on. You should do it too”
“Go away!”, Juice yelled when someone knocked on his door for what seemed to be the tenth time.
“It’s Chuck. Gemma told me to bring you some food”, Chucky said in a scared, barely audible voice.
“I’m not hungry Chucky, thanks”, Juice sighed.
“Let me talk to him Chucky”, someone who sounded like Tig said, “Hey Juice I heard what happened. Come on boy! Come outside, let’s drink and let a crow give you a lap dance. You’re gonna feel better”
“You’re an idiot”, Kozik joined the group outside Juice’s door, “The love of his life is getting married and you just told him to get a lap dance!?”
“Nobody asked your dumb blond ass’ opinion”, Tig grunted, “Love of his life? God you sound like a schoolgirl”
“Shut up!”, Juice yelled, opening his door, “I’m not hungry Chucky, thank you. And you two… Stop whining like two schoolgirls outside my door! That doesn’t help!”
“Actually, I was coming here to offer help”, Kozik said, making all eyes turn to him, “Sounds crazy, but we could go to Stockton if you’re up for a ride”
“For what?”, Tig creased his brow.
“Talk to Y/N”, Juice mumbled, still looking at Kozik, “I-I don’t think that would work Kozik”
“Well, if you change your mind…”,
his brother handed him a piece of paper and Juice saw it was a copy of Y/N’s wedding invitation. “I sneaked into her office while she was having lunch”, Kozik shrugged.
“I hope she notices it and you
get your ass whipped”, Tig said as Juice closed the door behind him, looking down at the paper.
Should he try again? Or should he move on like Gemma had said?
Juice tried to call Y/N a million times, but he hadn’t had the courage to speak when she answered the phone. On the last call, Y/N had talked to him though.
“I know it’s you Juice”, he could hear Y/N taking a deep breath, “Stop calling, please. You must know I’m going to get married and I beg you to stop calling and don’t try anything. We lost our chance years ago. Please, don’t call me again”
Juice cried after she hang up and spent the whole week feeling miserable. It was Y/N’s wedding day and there was nothing he could do. Juice woke up and walked to the garage. Gemma was there and handed him Y/N’s wedding invitation and his keys.
“I’m not going to that wedding”, Gemma said as Juice stared at her, “But you should go”
“But…”, he started.
“Forget what I said”, Gemma cut him off, “Just go”
She didn’t have to say it again. Juice hopped on his bike and drove as fast as he could, heading to Stockton. He parked across the street and looked at the church. Everybody was inside, but he still had a few minutes. He knew Y/N was somewhere inside that church and he had to find her. Juice looked around and finally found an open door. Silently, he walked in and opened every door on his way, trying to find Y/N. Suddenly, he heard voices and a door being closed. A bridesmaid was walking away and Y/N should be in that room. Juice took a deep breath and opened the door.
“Kelly is…”, Y/N turned around and froze when she saw him, “Juice? What are you doing here?”
“You look beautiful”, he couldn’t help but admire her on that wedding dress. She looked absolutely stunning.
“I was fearing it, I knew you would try something stupid”, Y/N sighed, “Please go away Juice”
“I can’t”, he sadly smiled, “I need you to listen to me okay? Please don’t marry him”
“Juice…”, she closed her eyes and shook her head.
Juice got closer and took her hands in his. Y/N opened her eyes again and stared at their hands together. “I still love you Y/N”, Juice whispered.
“Please Juan”, Y/N looked up at him, tearing up, “I’m gonna get married”
“Do you love him?”, Juice squeeze desperately her hands, “Look in my eyes and tell me you love him. Tell me you don’t feel anything when I’m close to you. What we have is epic baby”
“It is not”, Y/N walked backwards, “It ended”
“I know and I’m so sorry”, Juice grimaced, “It was my fault”
“Yes it was”, she cried, breaking his heart again, “You wouldn’t open up and talk to me. It was suffocating! I was trying to understand, but I desperately needed a break and you exploded when I just went to the movies with my friends! Damn I knew you were jealous, but you lost your mind Juice! I couldn’t take it, I had to leave”
“I know baby”, Juice was crying too, “And I’m so sorry, I regret it every single day. I hurt you and you were right to leave, but I dreamed you would come back to me someday. I know it’s probably too late but I have to try. I beg you. Do not get married”
“He’s good to me”, she said.
“I will be better”, he stepped closed again, “I won’t let anything get between us again. Club is in a better place…”
“Oh God, you club!”, Y/N hissed, “I tried to come back, but the club got between us as always”. Juice just stared at Y/N as she spoke, “I came back but Clay told me to forget you, said you didn’t need me and I was a distraction. I stayed away, I worked hard to build a new life Juice and I found a good man. I had to at least try to leave that life behind”
“Clay is dead”, Juice clenched his jaw hard, angry for what he had let happen to them, “He thought he could use me as his puppet, but you, only you baby, gave me strength to keep fighting. That living hell was finally over but you were in Stockton and you had a new boyfriend. I should have talked to you sooner”
“Juice…”, Y/N’s whispered.
“Please baby”, Juice got closer, holding her hands again. He was about to kiss Y/N when the bridesmaid came back.
“Y/N we are…” the girl stopped and stared at Juice, “Who are you? What are you doing here?”
“He is leaving Kelly. Please, he’s leaving”, Y/N gently pushed him away, “Please Juice, please leave”
“Y/N”, Juice begged again.
“Go”, she mouthed as the bridesmaid hovered over her to fix her makeup.
“I will be outside if you change your mind”, he said before the bridesmaid close the door. Juice clenched his fists as he walked out the church. He sat on his bike, heart beating fast as he waited for Y/N to come running back to his arms. However, what he noticed next were the bells ringing and a distance song. She was walking down the aisle to get married to another man. Juice cried. He had lost the woman he loved.
First, he thought it was his imagination, but through the tears he could see someone running across the grass. He wiped the tears and saw her, Y/N, holding her dress as she ran. Juice hopped off his bike and met her in the middle of the street, wrapping his arms around her.
“Take me home”, Y/N whispered before he kiss her.
“Where is it?”, he asked, thinking she meant her place in Stockton.
“Charming”, she smiled and kissed him again. Juice held her hand tight in his and helped her hop on his bike. Y/N took off her veil and let it go on the wind as Juice sped up his bike, heading home.
Note of the author: Sorry, I had to include Tig and Kozik as a comic relief. I always try to give Juice a happy ending, unless you request otherwise. I hope you liked it.