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SUMMARY: You were held captive by Hydra for years and had only just escaped when the Avengers find you. You’re beyond terrified of everyone and everything around you, but the thing the terrifies you the most is yourself. The things you can do with your “abilities” are beyond what anyone could possibly imagine.
You stared out the window of your bedroom, watching the rain fall down onto the streets of New York. The people were seemingly unaffected by the rain, a few umbrellas popping up here and there. You smiled when you saw a man rush to shelter an elderly woman from the rain with his yellow umbrella, the kind action stuck out to you.
Your stomach grumbled angrily, asking why you hadn’t fed it yet. You sighed and pushed yourself off your bed, nervously making your way to the kitchen. Natasha sat at the counter with Sam, talking quietly amongst themselves, a box of donuts sitting in front of them. You stopped in the doorway when they smiled at you.
“Good morning, (Y/N).” Nat greeted. Sam waved at you.
(This is part 2 of a multi chapter fic! Check the tag bulletproof to read chapter one.)
We interrupt your current programming to bring you (drum roll, please) the other plot! Don’t worry, the next chapter picks up right where we left off with Roman and Logan, but for now here’s some moxiety. I wanted to set the scene a little more before we get into the spicy stuff, but don’t u worry it’s on it’s way. This chapter is a little short, but we aren’t really too far into the plot yet. Sorry for the crummy formatting, as always, I’m writing on mobile, so it’s not ideal. >:/
This au is getting too fluffy for me to handle tbh. Get ready for some Domestic Hurt Comfort Boys™ in the future… *rubs my little gay demon hands together* here we gooooooo
Ps: the song anx sings is “Love is a losing game” by Amy Winehouse. If you listen to the demo version you can kinda tell what it would sound like on guitar!
Swearing, food mention, character forgets to eat
Today… was not a great day. Alex huddled close to the side of the building, trying to get under any kind of ledge he could to stay out of the rain. It wasn’t pouring, necessarily, but it was more than a drizzle. Unfortunately, his usual rainy day spot at the subway station had been taken by some asshole with a violin, so he was stuck busking out side of some hipster lunch place.
It was a pretty good spot when the weather was clear. Bunch of environmentally conscious college students, sitting outside eating farm fresh whatever? Just spout out some edd sheeran and that’s his rent check.
Today, however, the weather was not clear, there was no one sitting out side, the shop didn’t have an awning, and he was getting really sick of singing edd sheeran. (He didn’t mind it, just… there’s only so many times he can play the same four songs without wanting to snap his guitar in half.)
He sighed, staring at the few soaked bills in his case, and tried not to feel bitter. It didn’t really work. His hands started strumming cords lazily, almost without thinking about it, trying to remember what song it was from. It hit him, after a bit, and he started singing, half to himself, half to passers by, barely trying to be heard over the rain.
/For you I was aflame.
Love is a losing game.
Five story fire as you came.
Love is a losing game./
He forgot he taught himself this song. It wasn’t a popular one for guitar, but it was fun to sing. He closed his eyes, leaning his head back against the building.
/One I wish I never played,
Oh what a mess we made.
And now the final frame,
Love is a losing game./
When he opened his eyes again, the sky was obnoxiously yellow. His hand stopped on the cord. Someone was holding an umbrella over his head. He turned to find a man about his age, maybe a few years older, holding an umbrella patterned with gaudy, bright sunflowers.
/…what the hell…/
The umbrella guy covered his mouth like a cartoon, his eyes wide.
“Oh I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to make you stop!” Alex blinked at him.
“It’s fine… did you… uh… need something, or?” Umbrella guy started grinning. Alex had thought the flowers were bright, but they had nothing on this guys dimples. Holy shit.
“Nope! I’m all good.”
It took Alex a minute to process.
“…Then why are you standing here?” He didn’t mean to be rude. Except he kind of did. It’s not like he had a pr department.
“Well. It’s raining!” The stranger said, like that explained everything.
Alex looked out onto the street, and turned back, deadpan.
It took the guy a bit to realize he wanted further explanation. When he did, he rubbed the back of his neck, looking almost embarrassed. But clearly, anyone with that umbrella couldn’t be embarrassed if they tried, so Alex figured he was faking it.
“Well, I figured if you’re playing you can’t hold an umbrella, so I’ll come hold one for you!” Alex narrowed his eyes.
“I can’t exactly pay you much, man.” He gestured to his nearly empty case. “And I don’t really do favors.”
Umbrella guy chuckled. “Oh, that’s ok, I’m on my lunch break.” Alex looked at him like he just grew another head and kissed it.
“This is what you chose to do. With your lunch break.”
“Shouldn’t you like… eat lunch, or something?”
The guy smacked himself on the forehead with his free hand.
“Ohhhh, I forgot I hadn’t eaten yet.”
How the hell did Alex get in this situation.
“What, all day? Really?”
The guy bit his lip, nodding.
/god danm it./
Alex started to pack up.
“Where are you going?”
“I’m buying you lunch.” He grabbed the small handful of cash at the bottom of the case and shoved it in his pocket.
“Oh, you don’t have to do that!”
Alex glared at the guy. “I’m the reason you’re not eating lunch on your lunch break. I’m
He swung his guitar, now in its case, over his shoulder and started walking towards the door to the hipster food place they were standing outside. The guy followed him, still babbling that he really didn’t have to. He strolled up to the counter, and slapped his handful of cash down. He had… what, a little over ten? Enough for a sandwich. Umbrella guy had folded up his umbrella, and followed him up to the counter. Maybe it was just the rain, but his cheeks were bright pink.
“I’ve got enough for a sandwich. What’d you want?”
“I- you really don’t have to-”
“Look, I’m just going to order something, and if you don’t eat it I will.”
A girl came up to the register from the kitchen. Alex was about to order when she turned to the guy, confusion on her face.
If he was pink before, umbrella guy was well into red now.
“I told you to call me Moe, Julie…” he mumbled. Alex wanted to scream at something.
“You… work here?” The girl he called Julie snorted.
“Work here? He’s the owner. What’d he do this time?”
Alex ignored her in favor of her boss, who was at this point clearly past embarrassed.
“You own a lunch place and forgot to eat?”
He knew his voice was getting high pitched, but his dismay over took any instinct to lower it. Julie tutted.
“Boss, again? I keep telling you, set a reminder on your phone.” The guy (Moe?) threw his hands up in defeat, chuckling.
“Alright, alright, I’ll have an iced tea and a house special.” He shot Alex a look out the corner of his eye that made his skin feel warmer.
“Make that two.”
It’s exactly how it sounds, tall skyscrapers peaking high over dull ash coloured roads with gloomy storm clouds covering the sky like a blanket. The city rarely saw the sun, it was rarely able to feel it’s warmth bathe across the grass or paint shadows on the sides of houses. But one thing the city knew well was rain. Tiny droplets of liquid that drizzled from the clouds, splashing against printed car windows and bouncing off the streets.
Everyone carried an umbrella with them in the city of rain. Everyone but you, who was rushing to work in the rainy weather of early morning. Tiny yelps of sorry’s and excuse me’s left your lips though you hardly meant them as you weaved through crowds of people to get to your destination. After entering the building you gave your head a shake feeling tiny specs of water fly from your hair.
“How many times do you need to get soaked before you bring an umbrella?” Your eyes skipped upwards to meet the friendly face in front of you. A young man with sparkly eyes and neatly combed hair. In his hand was a cup of tea which he handed to you with a smile. “I guess I’ll never learn Joshua.” Your job wasn’t very exciting, at least in your opinion. Every time something major struck out in the city your boss sent you to the scene with a notepad and pen to collect information.
Then you came back and typed up a report for him to publish. That was it. That’s all you did. The only things that ever happened in your rainy city were convenience store robberies and murders. Most of the time you could hardly get any information so you had to expand the truth a little in your reports. Taking a sip of the tea you enjoyed the warmth it installed in your cold body as you followed Joshua into the office of your boss.
“Welcome, welcome, my two greatest reporters on the team!” You quickly exchanged an uneasy glance with Joshua while your boss used his chubby fingers to grab another cigarette to light. “Sometimes I think you two are the only reliable people I have working for me so today I’m sending you off on something big. I want you to go down to Churchill Cemetery and check things out. A few bodies have turned up missing from their graves along with other strange occurrences.”
Churchill Cemetery was usually a very quiet place, not many people ever visited the graves to even pay their respects. Right next to the cemetery’s edge was a forest filled with nothing but tall prickly pine trees and twisting roots jutting out of the ground. You couldn’t say you were shocked to hear that bodies had been disappearing though. “Okay, we’ll check it out.” Joshua turned to you with a nod as your boss puffed out a cloud of grey smoke. “Sounds good to me.”
At the cemetery gate you met with an old man named Albert. His pale wrinkled skin hardly seemed to cling to his face while his eyes were a dull greyish colour. His faded overalls were caked with mud as a shovel hung loosely in his grip. He looked after the Churchill Cemetery, cutting the grass and plucking the weeds that grew around the grave stones. “Is it okay if we examine a few things?” Joshua asked as he pulled out a notepad. Albert responded with a nod of his head.
“These are the graves that have been dug up.” Albert beckoned to the two head stones beside each other, clumps of dirt now turned to muck tossed up and scattered all over the grass. “They belonged to two sisters who died in a car crash just over two weeks ago. Mary and Kate Stewart.” Your pen scribbled across the expanse of the notepad along with Joshua as you drew a quick sketch of the scene.
The crime in the city was horridly high, different deaths every week or new criminals emerging from the shadows. The police were very useless, doing almost nothing against it and leaving the citizens to protect themselves. It was saddening but there was nothing you could do. “Is it okay if we look for a little while longer?” Albert welcomed you to look for as long as you like so you did, collecting information and the tiniest details alongside Joshua.
“Wanna know something?” The young man randomly said while he squatted down to run his fingertip through the dirt. With a nonchalant shrug of your shoulders you flipped the page of your notepad. “Why not?”
“This city is dubbed as the city of rain but it’s also dubbed as Urbem Lamia which means city of vampires in Latin.” (omfg I’m so smart right?)
You gave your eyes a roll at Joshua’s words. He always babbles about these random things that never make any sense so you usually dismiss them. “They say this city is a main attraction for vampires because there’s hardly any sunlight and with all the deserted parts of the city it makes the perfect place for them to hide. Also haven’t you noticed that most of the graveyards are close to forests? Easy access to bodies for their thirsty little fangs.”
“Wouldn’t they prefer fresh blood?”
“Whatever blood they can get their hands on.”
Tossing away Joshua’s little fantasy you began to close up the examination session. Flashing your wrist in front of your gaze you check the time. It’s 11 o'clock and you got here around 9 or so. About 2 solid hours of searching and pointless information that wouldn’t lead anywhere but a news article fluttering along in the breeze, long forgotten. You adjust the straps of your rain jacket as Joshua pulls out an umbrella seeing as thunder could be heard in the distance.
“We should say goodbye to Albert.” Though you didn’t know the little old man very well it was at least kind to announce your leave and thank him for letting you stay awhile. Your dirty rain boots sloshed through pools of muck and slick grass as you huddle close to Joshua under the umbrella. However it seemed as though Albert had disappeared, his faded yellow overalls and ripped fishing hat nowhere to be seen.
That it until Joshua caught him staring into the line of pine trees that marked the forests edge. The amount of grave stones began to lessen until only a few dotted here and there, Alberts shovel propped up against one of them. He didn’t seem to detect your approach, in fact his body seemed still as stone. Exchanging a glance with your partner you slowly break away from him and stand next to Albert.
You followed his strained gaze into the forest, slowly pivoting your head with your lips pressed together. For some reason you could feel the thump of your heart beating inside your chest like you were about to experience the jump scare of a life time. But instead you see nothing, absolutely nothing but the branches of pine trees bobbing in the rough breeze. Just as you reach out to place your hand on Alberts shoulder Joshua is beside you his eyes wide as he squints into the woods.
“Did you just see that?”
“That glint just then, behind that tree trunk. It was like a tiny flash of light.”
Suddenly Albert snapped to his senses like he had just woke up from a coma. He quickly stares between you and Joshua before taking a few steps back and reaching out for his shovel. “You are finished with the examination?” He questions like nothing had happened. Instead you ignore his question asking one of your own. “Why were you staring into the trees?” Joshua is by your side again, pulling the umbrella over your head as a few drops of rain splash on your skin.
“Just looking at a squirrel that’s all. If your work here is done then I should be going back to the shed. Have a nice day.” Just like that, Albert scuttles away weaving his path through the gravestones like he’d been here his whole life. Shrugging your shoulders you tug Joshua away from the tree line and out to the road but not before spearing one glance back into the row of pine trees. And at that moment your heart stops for you swear you saw a face between the trunks.
Finally you finish writing the report. Scooting backwards in your office chair you approach the printer and watch in satisfaction as clean crisp pages of papers slip out. Gathering them up you hurry towards the office of your boss. Giving a few hard knocks you wait until his raspy voice is heard from the other side. The moment you enter the stench of cigarette smoke hits your nose and fills your lungs. You almost drop your report as you cough into the side of your elbow.
“I thought you were trying to quit smoking.” You huff, your voice strained against the poisonous air. Your boss burns out the end of his smoke, tossing it carelessly in the trash before shooting you an apologetic glance. “It’s not easy you know.” Setting the papers down on his desk you push them in his direction noticing the empty pack of cigarettes next to the stapler. His eyes brighten at the sight as he quickly reaches into his desk and pulls out a wad of cash.
“You are absolutely brilliant! I can always count on you to go above my expectations. For all your hard work, here’s a tiny reward.” Your eyes widen as your boss slips off the elastic around the money and pushes off some of the cash. “Where did you get all that?” You exclaim in shock always thinking your boss blew his money on all the cigarette packs laying around his office. “I know some people. It’s 150 dollars, spend it wisely.” As much as you wanted to seem humble and selfless you were quite the opposite.
Money was tight and you could hardly afford your apartment. You would take what you could get. Swiping the cash off the table you give your boss an appreciative nod and thank him for his generosity. On the way out of his office something catches your eye in the corner of his shelf. A photo of a crowd of people standing in front of a building. You had passed his shelf many times, not caring about his baseball trophies or little antiques that had stories worth a thousand words. But this photo was new and it captured your curiosity.
“New photo?” You ask as your boss rises from his chair and walks beside you. With his arms folded behind his back he releases a long sigh. “It’s a photo of the day this business was opened. Almost 40 years ago. That building is the one you’re currently standing in.” Carefully you reach for the frame looking at your boss for permission before taking a closer look. You notice your boss with his arm around a young mans shoulder, a proud smile on his face. Also one thing you noticed was their shadows. It was sunny the day the photo was taken.
“Who’s this?” You point to the young man as your boss takes the photo into his own chubby fingers. He examines it closely before smacking his lips. “Of course! This is Albert, Albert Stewart.” You almost choke on your spit in surprise, not expecting to hear that name. “Is that the Albert that works at the Churchill Cemetery?” The same proud smile from the photo appears on his face, creases gathering by the sides of his eyes. “It sure is.”
“But the two girls who disappeared from the cemetery Joshua and I examined the other day, their last names were Stewart.” You squeezed your fists while probing your mind for a conclusion. “Is he their father?” Your boss was no longer at your side, instead he was opening another pack of cigarettes. “Albert never had any kids, they could be his brothers perhaps.” Your mind began to ache at all the possibilities.
You realized it was better to dismiss the situation seeing more than half the mysteries is this city were never solved anyways. Taking one last glance at the photo and then at the cash stuffed in your pocket you announce your leave. “Urbem Lamia.” Your fingers pause as they wrap around the doorknob, your face turning hollow. “What?”
“It’s just something Albert would say whenever it was sunny. He would go I guess we’re aren’t the Ubrem Lamia today. Never knew what it meant, never asked. He was always a strange fellow.”
“Indeed.” You reply quickly before rushing out the door. After snatching your jacket off the hook you begin to walk home, focusing on the watery sidewalks with the streetlights reflected in them. Cars sped by along the streets, a cool spray of water following in their path as it dampened your skin. However an uneasy feeling had settled inside your gut and it followed you all the way home.
The sun will come out tomorrow,
Bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow there’ll be sun,
Just thinkin’ about tomorrow,
Clears away the cobwebs and the sorrow,
When I’m stuck with a day that’s grey and lonely,
I just stick my chin up with a grin and say,
The sun will come out tomorrow.
What a depressing day to be replaying the song from Annie, it’s lyrics stuck clearly in your head until you sang it without even thinking about it. You leaned back in your chair inside the small café, a swirl of steam brewing up from your coffee. The sky was dark and gloomy like usual with the expressionless faces of the cities people strutting by. You poked at your late breakfast with your fingers until you peeled away the muffins wrapper and tossed it on the plate taking a big bite and hardly chewing before your swallowed.
“Careful or you might choke.” Your eyes met with Joshua’s sparkly ones as he entered the café with some coins in his palm. Taking a swig from your coffee you give him a scrunched up face as a reply in which he laughs with his little eye smile. Joshua also purchases a late breakfast, sitting down across from you with his jacket sliding down his arms. Taking a bite from his bagel he gazes out the window, the people reflected in his glossy eyes.
“I didn’t sleep well last night.” You tell him while fiddling with your fingers. “Did you know Albert from the cemetery use to work for our boss when he first started his business?” Joshua cocked an eyebrow as he devoured his bagel obviously hungry. After wiping his mouth with the napkin he shook his head. “I didn’t know, how did you figure it out?”
“Just a conversation with him when I stopped by his office last night. Who knows what else he’s hiding.” A soft chuckle escapes Joshua’s lip as he leans back in his chair. “Yeah I’m sure he’s hiding a lot.” You give Joshua an eye roll for his sarcastic tone while finishing your coffee, enjoying the last of its flavour before it’s gone. “You know that stupid Urbem Lamia thing you were talking about, Albert use to mention how the city would lose that title on sunny days.”
“Well obviously, vampires don’t like the sun so they’d hide away.” Pressing your lips together you give your head a shake. Vampires don’t exist, it’s just a bunch of wives tales. As you both clean up your table in the café you slip out onto the streets and head back to work. Break was nice but staying cooped up in a tiny office cubicle seemed so much better. Just before you enter the buildings front entrance you notice Joshua’s fingers freeze around the handle.
Glancing over at him you notice how he reads over a text on his phone with a worried expression, his fingertips turning white from squeezing the case too hard. You nudge his shoulder asking him if everything was alright which is when he turns to you with a puzzled but depressed expression. “Going back to the topic of Albert,” a pause as Joshua glances once more at his phone screen, “he’s been murdered.”
Alberts body was discovered at around 6am by his wife, who came to investigate the cemetery when he didn’t come home from work. The whole area was plastered with caution tape as there were police officers not only at Alberts shed but also around the area where the bodies were missing. You stiffened next to Joshua as officers walked in and out of the shed trying to seem like they had a clue what they were doing. The same uneasiness pooled into your stomach when you noticed your boss pull up in his dark blue truck, his wife stepping out beside him.
The officers wouldn’t let anyone past the caution tape until your boss approached, letting him hop over to check out the scene. His wife waited by the truck, her body wrapped in an expensive fur coat while her eyes were covered by an extra large pair of shades. You follow Joshua over to the place where your boss had slipped past uttering an I’m with him to get by. Chills crept down your spine as you approach the shed an officer talking quietly with your boss.
There laying in his own pool of dried blood was Albert, his eyes now a milky white colour with his skin looking sickly pale. You swallow thickly upon taking in the sight a churning feeling developing in your stomach. A loud yelp sounds behind you as you turn your head catching sight of an old women being ushered to sit down on a wobbly bench. You guessed it was his wife from the way she dabbed a white cloth at her cheeks and the gold ring on her finger. “Joshua this is terrible.” You mutter while stepping out of the shed.
“I know, he seemed like a nice guy.” As your fingers rake through your messy hair you find yourself blowing out a huff of annoyance. Annoyance at how everyone around here seemed to be getting picked off like flies. You feel Joshua’s arm lounge around your shoulders to comfort you when a quiet conversation between two officers capture your attention. Focusing in on the sounds of their hushed voices you find it hard to believe their words.
“There’s two tiny holes on the side of his neck, almost covered by his shirt. It’s like a bite mark.”
“You think it was an animal?”
“Maybe, it’s hard to tell what happened to him or how he bled out like that.”
Though you wanted to listen further, a sharp breeze down the back of your neck snapped you away. Joshua glanced at you in surprise when you whipped around but it was you who was now glancing in surprise at the face you met. A young man, maybe around your age with a playful smirk on his flower pink lips. His skin was a smooth milky colour with jet black hair that perfectly framed his mischievous features. Your gaze fell across his sharp jawline and exposed collarbones that rested under his skin.
But what caught you the most was his beautiful shimmering eyes. Though they were a dark chocolate brown they held a mysterious glint that had shivers prickling along your skin. His stare was bold and had your body feeling as cold as ice. “Were you a friend of Alberts?” His voice had your cheeks flushing a scarlet red, so calm and smooth. A voice you could listen to all day. Swallowing dryly you try to form a sentence but Joshua beats you to it.
“We chatted with him a few times. Just coming to check things out. Sad things had to end this way for him.” Joshua’s face was blank and expressionless as he spoke but you took note of his fidgety fingers telling you he was nervous. “Did you know him?” You ask your voice sounding tiny and quiet. The young man eyes moved slowly from Joshua to you, once again paralyzing you with his stare. A chuckle falls from his pretty lips as the glint flashes in his eyes.
“How could I not? Most of these bodies weren’t buried by him you know.” A still silence hung in the air, the sounds of people’s rushed discussion being carried away by the wind. “You helped Albert bury bodies?” Joshua questioned with a raised eyebrow as though he didn’t believe the young mans words.
“You think I’m lying?” His head cocked to the side as he took a step forward causing you to flush with panic. He may have been a handsome sight but he was as equally intimidating. Grabbing a hold of the fabric on Joshua’s coat you drag him back slightly. “We believe you.” You giggle nervously while you feel Joshua stiffen beside you at the fact you would surrender so easily. However you weren’t taking any chances with this mysterious stranger.
“Relax, you look like I’m going to hurt you.” His smooth voice flows through your ears and you almost wish you could block it out. He slowly approaches you and and Joshua with an out stretched palm a crooked smirk painted on his lips. “I’m Jun.” He announces proudly while waiting for one of you to return the gesture. “Joshua.” You observe as they share a firm hand shake holding one another’s gazes as though they were stalking prey.
Questioning whether or not a crime scene was the right place to be making friends with someone you reluctantly shook his hand but found yourself biting your lip to hold back a tiny gasp. Though his skin was soft it was also shockingly cold, like shaking hands with an ice cube.
Giving him a tiny smile you shrink under his steady stare while giving your name. “Your heart is beating like a drum. Why so nervous?” Jun pulls away while rolling up the sleeves on his loose black jacket, his eyes scanning up and down your body.
“I’m not nervous I guess just a little all over the place because of what happened.”
Jun tugged his lower lip between this teeth before brushing past you and Joshua. “Don’t worry, the sun will come out tomorrow.”
A/N; Vampire Jun for everyone:) pls pray for me I am weak when it comes to this boy anyways I’m hoping to turn this into a short series and I hope you enjoy it^^
Summary: You’re out at a bar and this guy just won’t leave you alone. Steve, a complete stranger, notices your discomfort and claims to be your best friend to get you away from the jerk.
Warnings- Alcohol consumption, unwanted male attention
Word count- 1615
A/N- Hiya I had a lot of fun writing this piece! Protective Steve always makes my heart melt. I may or may not do a second part taking place a year after this part, based on the feedback I get. Enjoy :)
“Hey Y/N I think it’s about time we went home, do you want us to call you a cab?” your friend, Rose, said while holding her girlfriend’s hand.
“No you guys go ahead, I think I’m gonna hang out here for awhile.”
“Alright if you’re sure.We’ll see you later,” You waved goodbye to your friends as they weaved their way through the hoards of intoxicated people grinding on eachother.
You relaxed into your stool and rested your elbows on the oak countertop. As you locked eyes with the bartender, you motioned for her to come over.You were feeling in the mood for some fun so you ordered the fruitiest drink on the menu and asked if she could put a little yellow umbrella in it. She complied with a smile and began to mix your drink.
The music was so loud that you almost didn’t hear the stool next to you squeak under the stranger’s weight.
“Hey there darling. I haven’t seen you around here before. What’s your name?” You looked over at the man. He was tall and slender with dark buzzed hair and a 5 o’clock shadow. He was fairly handsome and his smile was charming.
“Hi I’m Y/N, and who are you?” You responded casually.
“Jonathan” He stated and outstretched his hand to you. The both of you shook hands and then the conversation stopped for a few minutes as you finished your drink.
You noticed him looking you up and down and he wasn’t being subtle about it either. Something about this Jonathan guy gave you a bad vibe.
“How about I buy you a drink, Y/N?” He said in an obvious attempt to start the conversation again. Not waiting for you to answer, he flagged over the bartender and asked her to make you another one of your fruity drinks. She placed it in front of you with a sympathetic smile. She had seen guys buy drinks for girls all the time, and she knew when they didn’t exactly want them. Now was one of those times.
After finishing up the cocktail Jonathan bought, you stood to go dance and hopefully lose him in the crowd. He lept off of his stool and followed you a few feet away from the bar.
“Where do you think you’re going?” He asked, hostility clear in his tone.
“To dance” You declared plainly and kept walking away from him.
He began to follow you again. You could hear the sound of his boots coming closer when someone’s arm was flung around your shoulder. The person leaned into your ear swiftly and whispered to you.
“Laugh at something funny I just said.”
Puzzled but trusting the man next to you more than Jonathan, you laughed just like he told you to. He leaned back into your ear.
“What’s your name?”
“Y/N” After hearing this he spun around, keeping his arm around your shoulder. He smiled and outstretched his hand to an angry Jonathan standing just behind you.
“Hi I’m Steve, Y/N’s best friend. Who are you?” He questioned. Jonathan refused to take his hand like a jealous child.
“Um I’m Jonathan, but I was trying to dance with her just now” Jonathan grumbled growing more annoyed.
“Well sorry man but I’ve got to steal her away for a little while. Go find someone else to dance with.”
With that the man turned the both of you around and left Jonathan standing there dumbfounded.
As you both sat down at a booth you finally got a good look at your savior. He was taller than Jonathan and incredibly ripped. His dirty blonde hair was of medium length and styled in an old fashioned, handsome way. The blue of his eyes stood out to you and his lips were quirked up in a nervous smile.
“Hey sorry about all that. I could tell he was bothering you and I didn’t know what else to do. My name’s Steve if you didn’t catch it before. I’m sorry if all that made you uncomfortable. I can leave you alone now to enjoy the rest of your night if you’d like me to” He stammered.
“No don’t worry about it Steve. He was being a real dick. Thanks for rescuing me” you responded and rested your hand on his upper arm gently.
“Oh well you’re quite welcome ma’am. It was no trouble really,” He declared and began to turn away from the table.
“Hey wait, do you want to sit down for a while with me? Unless you’ve got other friends here. I don’t mean to interrupt your night.”
Now it was your turn to stammer on. He looked genuinely pleased at your words and sat down across from you.
“I’d love to. You know I would ask to buy you a drink but I have a feeling that jerk might have put you off of people buying you drinks for the night,” He joked
“Well you’d be correct but I’m willing to make an exception. You may buy me one drink but that’s all,” You retorted in the same light tone.
The night progressed and 5 drinks later you and Steve were both intoxicated, and your deal about him buying you one drink was 4 drinks since broken. Oddly enough Steve didn’t buy any drinks for himself. He had a flask of some special liquor that he received from a friend.
You questioned him about it and he explained that he was infact an avenger. And not just any avenger. The first avenger. That would explain the muscles, you thought. Thor had given him the alcohol from asgard and it was the only booze that could get captain america drunk. It was shocking that you didn’t recognize him when you first saw him. You both laughed about how much trouble he had to go to, to get a drink and throughout the time you spent together, you both moved closer to each other in the semi circle booth. Your thighs were eventually touching and you leaned on his shoulder for support.
“Hey Steve, why did you tell Jonathan that we were friends instead of a couple? Wouldn’t you being my boyfriend had scared him away more than you telling him we were friends” You thought out loud. He paused for a moment but then responded.
“I didn’t want to make you think that I expected anything from you, after I got you out of there” You nodded satisfied with his response but wishing that he was just ask you out already. I mean, could you be anymore obvious. You both danced a few times and cracked up when you saw Jonathan chasing after yet another girl tonight. Luckily she had a cab waiting for her outside and quickly climbed inside.
Before either of you had realized it, the bar was closing down and you had to go home. Steve led you to the door and as you were hailing a cab you remembered that your coat was inside. Steve ran back to get it and handed it to you.
“Bye Steve. Thanks for everything. I’ll see you around,” Just ask for my number already, dammit.
“See you around Y/N,” He said as he leaned down to kissed your cheek. You turned around to look at him giving him one last chance to ask for your number, or ask you out for dinner, or anything. You were far too nervous to ask him out. When he just gazed back at you with red cheeks, you climbed into the cab and waved softly.
The next morning you threw your hair into a ponytail and grabbed your coat from the foot of your bed to get your morning coffee. You walked down the block to your regular cafe and hurried inside. There was a terrible chill outside but the coffee shop was always so warm.
Once you ordered your drink you reached into your pocket to pull out the money that you put in there last night. You found the $3 you were looking for along with a neatly folded napkin. After paying for your drink you sat down at one of the empty tables and carefully unfolded the napkin.
I’ve never been to smooth around women (especially women as beautiful as you). I’m not sure what to say or when to say it, but I do know that I’d love to see you again. Hopefully in a scenario where we’ll be something more than friends.
His number was written on the bottom in messy scrawl and you called him right there in the small cafe. He picked up immediately like he had been waiting for you to find his note, and no matter how hard you tried, the smile wouldn’t leave your face.
A/N: I’m no longer writing from this blog. Follow my new blog @super-soldier-fics
·If you dangle your feet in Lake Michigan near
the abandoned warehouses where bootleggers and mobsters sat on their thrones of
whiskey and gin, the ebony and amber seaweed secured to the muddy floor of the
harbor with cement boots might tickle your feet.
·A customer asks politely for ketchup for their
hotdog. You sigh and hand them a packet and pull a headset over your ears to
drown out the sound of the city swallowing up the man just like it did the four
other customers that day who asked.
·In Wrigleyville, A petrified goat carcass
slumbers under mounds of ancient concrete where the strains of the seventh
inning stretch can’t be heard. “This is the year!” No. This is not the year. A
hundred have passed since the ritual failed. Spectral herds of goats charge
down Clark Street every year on opening day. The ivy drips red when no one is
·The thunder cracks and the rain pours and you
pop open a black umbrella. So does everyone else on the sidewalk, except for a
woman with a yellow umbrella. You blink and she’s gone.
·A brown streak runs through the city. We told
ourselves that the last girl who fell in was clumsy and ignorant, but the river
chooses. The river has always chosen.
·Those from the suburbs who claim residence in
Chicago should take care to speak in hushed tones lest the floating red stars
who patrol the neighborhoods pick up on their conversation. Niles is not Chicago, the red stars
whisper. La Grange is not Chicago.
Naperville is not Chicago.
·A shiny transit map displays the CTA system of
elevated and subterranean lines. Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Purple,
Pink, Brown. A Grey Line train is announced. 2 minutes. Your hair flies past
you as it rumbles down the tracks, but you see no train. Doors closing, a singsong voice announces. The train thunders away.
No one is left on the platform.
Eunwoo’s lip curls, muttering curses under his breath as he shoves through the crowd. The sun was high in the sky, lazily using the soaring buildings as a crutch, scarcely visible through the tenuous cracks in the hordes swarming towards the metro entrance. The abundant air filters out your poor, decrepit lungs; longing to see the beautiful buildings and scarce out of place trees for just a second longer.
Eunwoo suddenly stops amidst the barbaric crowd, glancing back at you to make sure your still tailing closely behind, then beckoning you to continue to follow him as he starts his plunge down below the earth.
He stops at one of the machines to refill his idle subway card, which took you back for a moment because, who ever thought that on the urban Seoul subway, one of the biggest Mafia bosses in Korea would be sitting right aside them? Possibly contemplating their impending imminent misdemeanor or next Black Market purchase.
… Ted Evelyn Mosby.”
“Thank you for that”
“A man with more emotional endurance than anyone I know. It was a long and difficult road. Thanks god we finally got here.”
“Aunt Lilly was half right. It was a long road. You might even say it was really really really really long. But difficult? Nah. It was life. Stuff happens in life. Things fall apart, things get put back together. When I think how lucky I am to wake up next to your mom every morning, I can’t help but be amazed at how easy it all really was. All I had to do was to get out of the apartment for a couple of hours so uncle Marshall could propose to aunt Lilly. Go to the bar. Meet your aunt Robin. Convince your aunt Robin to fall in love with me. Break up with your aunt Robin. Go on a rebound. Go get a rebound tattoo. Go get the rebound tattoo removed. Meet Stella. Convince Stella to fall in love with me. Get engaged. Get left at the altar. Get fired. Get beat up by a goat. Get a job as a professor. Teach the wrong class. Date the wrong girl. Date the wrong girl again. Date the wrong girl a few times actually. Let uncle Barney fall in love with aunt Robin. Let aunt Robin fall in love with uncle Barney. Book the wedding band. Go to their wedding. Make sure the wedding actually happened. Leave a little early. Be in the right place in the right time. And somehow, summon the guts to do the stupidest, most impossible thing in the world. Walk up to that beautiful girl standing under the yellow umbrella and start talking.”
-…the best man, yeah, get in here, get in here.
-Oh thanks. Here let me.
-Great show tonight.
-You’re Cindy’s ex-roommate, right?
-Yes. And you aree the professor. I took one of you classes.
-Really? Which one?
-Econ 305? I don’t teach…oh no.
-Excuse me, I’m gonna jump under the tracks now.
-No no no, don’t! You were great. You were great.
-Wait a second. This is my umbrella, I left this umbrella at Cindy’s, you totally stole my umbrella.
-What?! No I didn’t. This is my umbrella, I bought this.
-Excuse me, it even has my initials on it, right here. T.M., Ted Mosby.
-Yeah. Look again, Ted Mosby. Those are my initials. T.M., Tracy McConnel.
-No, Tracy McConnel, this is TM, Totally My umbrella.
-You’re TM, Terribly Mistaken, because this umbrella has always belonged TM - To Me. Although I DID lose it for a few years there. So I went to this dance club…
-…on St. Patrick’s Day.
-On st. Patrick’s Day.
-And you left it there.
-And I left it there.
-And you’d never thought you’d see it again.
-And I’d never thought I’d see it again…. Funny how sometimes you just.. find things.
“See? Easy. And that, kids, is How I Met Your Mother
Okay, so here it is. It’s kind of messy since I wrote it in chunks at different times and then connected them, so go easy on me haa..
Bright Ideas (2434 Words)
To be completely honest, Dipper’s ideas usually never did fall under what other people might classify as well thought out or… ‘good’. They never seemed to be a problem to him, but in retrospect, quite a few of them weren’t that successful.
Going hiking in the woods without checking the weather forecast would be one.
somewhere there is a woman in China holding a black umbrella so she won’t taste the salt of the rain when the sky begins to weep, there is a 17 year old girl who smells like pomegranates and has summer air tight on her naked skin, wrapping around her scars like veins in a bloody garden, who won’t make it past tomorrow, there is a young man, who buys yellow flowers for the woman in apartment 84B, who learned braille when he realized she couldn’t read his poetry about her white neck and mint eyes there are people watching films, making love for the first time, opening mail with the heading of ‘i miss you’, cooking noodles with organic spices and red sauces, buying lemon detergent, ignoring ‘do not smoke’ signs, painting murals of his lips in abandoned warehouses, chewing the words ‘i love you’ over and over again, swallowing phone numbers and forgotten birthdays, eating strawberry pies, drinking white wine off of each other’s open mouths, ignoring the telephone, reading this poem somewhere someone is thinking i’m alone somewhere someone finally understands they never really were. —irynka
1980, your 6 month old self was wriggling around in your crib. Your little fist flicked up and the mobil above began to spin and play music, you smiled a dimple smile and drifted off into a sleep.
Mary’s eyes flutter open as she here the baby crying. She sighs and walks to your nursery and notices John is already in there. “Does she need a feeding?” Mary asked. All she got in response was a shush. “Alright..” she said and walked to the end of the hall to a blinking , tapping it a few times.It stopped blinking and Mary heard the tv on downstairs. Her curiosity got the best of her and she slowly and cautiously walked down the steps to see her husband fast asleep. Panic engulfed her body like wind and she bolted up the stairs.
She stormed into your nursery and had fear etched on her face, she let out an ear piercing scream and the last thing she saw was your eyes looking up at her.
Alec was not comfortable with working the counter, but he had to do it.
His only other co-worker in the bookstore had had a family emergency. She’d called last night to tell Alec and he’d told her that it was absolutely no problem at all. Then he’d spent the rest of the night psyching himself up to work the counter.
The small little bookstore smushed between a music shop and a cafe didn’t get a huge variety of customers. Bookworms were a diverse species. They could either be quiet and withdrawn like Alec, who used books like an escape artist. Or they could be bursting with energy; people who carried pieces of every universe they’d ever read about in them.
the first time she said “i love you”
it was at a party
rose coloured banners, soda or vodka, popped balloons
i said something funny or weird
(pretty sure it was about trees)
she laughed it and i brushed it off
her eyes chilled me
the words fell out of her mouth
and i crushed them with my shoe
it happened again
this time we were high
kites braced the wall, watercolours or broken vases
she was brutal, blunt eyes and sharp tone
in vino veritas
“you are hard
and i love you
but man it is
i pretended to forget and
i don’t think she remembered
the last time was different
elbows hooped together with
swing in our steps
(we had just been to circus)
i remember gold and black
however the yellow road stopped
and her head turned
those coffee eyes waited
“i didn’t say anything”
i didn’t see her much after that
maybe a ponytail in the hallway
or at that fountain on queen street
i think i forget my umbrella at her place
but i don’t mind
That’s okay. I was never made for loving, anyway. (requested by anon) | r
Inspired by @mitsouparker ’s beyond beautiful art :)
Hopefully you’ll like this, doll
It’s absolutely pouring and I am the only one outside.
I love the rain, the pattering song it sings against my blue umbrella and how it washes away all the dirt, makes everything grow anew.
I jump from puddle to puddle, humming a tune and grinning like a child as the water splashes against my yellow rain boots. They look like two small Suns on stilts wading trough the mud.
Sometimes this is the way I relive the childhood I never really had.
Splashing through puddles is also a not so secret guilty pleasure that I happily indulge in every chance I have.
A car rushes past me and I deftly jump aside, almost tripping, but then someone grabs me and an oddly musical voice admonishes me gently to please be careful.
The body behind me is warm and soaked by the rain. I smell cedar and sandalwood, undeniably posh and feel hard lines, long lines.
A very pretty guy, I decide, as I turn around. Soaked and grumpy-looking and very pretty.
His, slightly longer than chin-length, hair is plastered to his face, looking like wet, black ink and the wings of the murder of ravens I saw at the Tower last year. Some of it, especially the tips, is curling around his ears and his pale, aristocratic face.
And I should probably stop staring because he is watching me with eyes as dark and mercurial as the hide of a jungle snake.
I fumble with my words as I usually do and they try to dance around my tongue and evade to be properly spoken, especially as he raises one slender, inky black eyebrow at me.
“Si… Simon.” I manage to blurt out before my tongue and my brain give up on me.
“Enchanted, I am sure. Baz.” he drawls, honest to goodness drawls and clutches a bundle of sheet music to himself.
I shuffle sheepishly and then get onto my tiptoes as he is quite a bit taller than me, draping my umbrella over both of us.
He watches me incredulously and dripping, then something like a smile dances across his lips and I come to a decision.
“I’ll walk with you wherever you want to go.”
This day started perfectly shitty as usual.
As soon as left home to drive to my violin lesson, the car broke down and a downpour of almost biblical proportions started.
I had to take the public transport and then the bus had to get stuck in the mad traffic caused by the heavy rain which urged me to get out and walk.
Then I met this guy with the hair like sunlight, with those ridiculous yellow rain boots and his blue umbrella.
He’s walking beside me, struggling to keep pace with my long strides and bopping his head to some unknown tune that only he knows.
I am holding the umbrella now just for logistics and proportions and the handle is still warm from his touch.
He drops me off at my tutor and lets me keep the umbrella and a crumpled note with his name and his number before he skips off, his rain boots winking at me, shining through the dreary grey.
It is weird, I muse as I blink and clutch the umbrella. I have always dreamed of a white knight on a noble steed rescuing me from the darkness I was spiralling towards, the edge I was blindly dancing on.
But apparently my knight is no knight but a small young man with messy hair the colour of sunlight and butterscotch, eyes that look like small specs of the sky on a sunny day and he doesn’t have a noble steed but a blue umbrella and a pair of bright yellow rain boots.
It was a long road. You might even say it was really really really really long. But difficult? Nah. It was life. Stuff happens in life. Things fall apart, things get put back together. When I think how lucky I am to wake up next to your mom every morning, I can’t help but be amazed at how easy it all really was.
All I had to do was get out of the apartment for a couple hours so Uncle Marshall could propose to Aunt Lily. Go to the bar. Meet your Aunt Robin. Convince your Aunt Robin to fall in love with me. Break up with your Aunt Robin. Go on the rebound. Go get a rebound tattoo. Go get the rebound tattoo removed. Meet Stella. Convince Stella to fall in love with me. Get engaged. Get left at the alter. Get fired. Get beat up by a goat. Get a job as a professor. Teach the wrong class. Date the wrong girl. Date the wrong girl again. Date the wrong girl a few times actually. Let Uncle Barney fall in love with Robin. Let Aunt Robin fall in love with Uncle Barney. Book the wedding band. Go to their wedding. Make sure their wedding actually happened. Leave a little early. Be in the right place at the right time. And somehow, summon the guts to do stupidest, most impossible thing in the world. Walk up to that beautiful girl standing under the yellow umbrella and start talking.
Ted Mosby, summing up the show in less than two minutes in the alternate ending, proving the journey was really the most important part.
500 Miles: Another Essay on How I Would’ve Ended How I Met Your Mother
For me, one of the defining episodes of How I Met Your Mother was 2x17, “Arrivederci, Fiero”, in which we see a young Marshall and Ted driving home from college in Marshall’s Pontiac Fiero. Marshall’s car radio ends up being stuck on The Proclaimer’s “I’m Gonna Be (500 Miles)”, and the two guys go through a love/hate/love/detest relationship with the tune as it plays over and over again.
As I cracked up, I realized, once again, that this would one of those shows I’d cherish forever. Obviously, the scene served the show’s comedic side. But beyond that, it encapsulated exactly who Ted’s character was. Because this show, despite its endgames, despite its twists and turns, has always been about Ted’s hope.
But I would walk five hundred miles,
And I would walk five hundred more,
Just to be the man who walked a thousand miles
To fall down at your door.
Say what you will about the dopey, dad-like architect whose jokes are cringe-worthy and red cowboy boots make your eyes bleed, but Ted…Ted, who’s always taped his heart back together and trudged through those city streets as if they were made of gold…Ted is the last true romantic in New York.
His persistence is what defines him, and we knew from the first episode that he didn’t stop until he found the one.
And this is how I’d always pictured that happening:
[Season finale stays as is until the scene when Marshall turns around in the booth to talk to the group of twenty-year-olds sitting behind the gang.]
“Do you know what happened in this booth?” he begins as the rest of the gang roll their eyes at how old he sounds. But when he considers it, the realization dawns on him, and we see cuts of the telepathic conversations, the dates, mistakes, the beers, the laughs, etc…as Lily, Marshall, Robin, Ted, and Barney smile at each other.
Marshall turns around once more, eyes the group of five young friends behind him, and says, “Everything.”
As he says the word, Tracy takes a seat next to Ted.
You see, kids, that was when your Uncle Marshall made me realize a little something about fate.
When I met Marshall in 1996, I unraveled the beginning of a story that led me to this very day, right here and now. Another dorm room, and I might have ended up sitting in Maclaren’s with a different set of friends.
[Shot of Ted with a different group of people, laughing at the pub.]
Heck, I might still be in Ohio.
[Shot of Ted, with his big glasses and dorky hair, hosting that weird, pretentious radio show he ran at Wesleyan.]
But I didn’t. And I’m not. Because everything that happens to you in life is exactly what’s supposed to happen. You’re supposed to fall in love with the wrong people, you’re supposed to make a fool out of yourself and get rejected from your dream job - tell the girl you love her on the first date. Propose and then propose again, buy a house you can’t afford, believe in true love. Because if it’s nothing else, it’s the five people who belong on your front porch.
You don’t give up.
Because who would I be if I hadn’t spent eight years chasing a yellow umbrella?
[As Ted speaks, a montage of his life with Tracy rolls: we see her at the St. Patty’s Day party, smiling at Ted from her seat in that economics classroom, their first glance, first kiss, wedding day - with Barney and Marshall as both of Ted’s best men - etc…right up until we see Ted curled up with Tracy on her hospital bed, crying against her cheek.]
[Ted’s memory flickers in and out of the scene at the Farhampton station, jagged images of himself laughing with Tracy about the initials on the umbrella.]
[The camera pans to him.]
And that, kids, is how I -
[Ted pauses, unable to speak.]
That’s how I…
[Ted gets up, excuses himself as his kids watch on.]
“We’ve heard these stories a billion times,” Luke whines once they’re alone.
Penny rolls her eyes, “And he never gets to the part where he meets mom.” She shrugs one shoulder. “At least he quit the Bob Saget impersonation."
Luke frowns. "Who’s Bob Saget?”
[Camera pans to Ted in the hallway of his dream house, on the walls are what seem to be mementos of his past with his friends and Tracy. There are pictures with his kids, the whole family dressed as Star Wars characters, a picture of the gang in their twenties at Maclaren’s, then all of them sitting out on Ted’s front porch with Tracy, Barney’s ducky tie, and the blue French horn, which he hesitates to pass by. As he walks, a slower, melodious version of “I’m Gonna Be (500 Miles)” - linked above - begins to play.]
When I wake up, well, I know I’m gonna be
I’m gonna be the man who wakes up next to you.
[Shot of Marshall and Lily in bed, surrounded by their kids. Her art and his first gavel are up on display as he eats an Egg Marshall and she wears the sweatshirt that says, “Lily and Marshall, Rockin’ It Since ‘96.”]
When I go out, yeah, I know I’m gonna be
I’m gonna be the man who goes along with you.
[Shot of Barney and his daughter, Ellie, as a toddler. They’re sitting on a couch in his apartment, talking animatedly, and she’s wearing a little suit to match his. When she tells him a joke, she gives him her first high five. Barney smiles again, glances back at where the TV is playing on mute - and Robin is reporting on the screen.]
And when I come home, well, I know I’m gonna be
I’m gonna be the man who’s coming home to you.
[Shot of Robin, whose international reporting spree has given her a chance to visit Canada, of all places. When she arrives, a family asks for her autograph. Robin thinks it’s another crack at Robin Sparkles until she sees an old clip of herself reporting in Canada when she was young, playing on the TV screen of her hometown bar. She smiles, reflecting on how far she’s come.]
And when I’m dreaming, yeah I know I’m gonna be
I’m gonna be dreaming about the time I had with you.
[Camera cuts back to Ted, at the end of the hall, where a yellow umbrella is the only one in its stand. Outside, it’s raining, and he grabs the umbrella, hesitating before turning the doorknob. But when he walks outside, he’s young again, the same Ted who met Tracy in Farhampton, and he walks up to her in the rain.]
But I would walk five hundred miles,
And I would walk five hundred more,
Just to be the man who walked a thousand miles
To fall down at your door.
“Hi,” she says.
“Hi,” Ted responds, finally getting to the last part.