₊° - 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: y/n isn't too keen on letting zoya go on her journey through the fold and arrives at the encampment late at night to ease her worries.
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when word got round in the little palace that a spot for a grisha healer in the second army opened up for the supply run through the fold, y/n wasted no time and offered to go. they had applauded her for her willingness and bravery, but all y/n could think about was seeing that one gorgeous sqauller again, who quite literally blew her away the moment they first met.
zoya nazyalensky's striking blue eyes had captivated y/n the moment they locked with hers and hadn't it been for the squaller looking away, y/n was sure she'd still be lost in them. y/n deemed zoya to be one of the prettiest girls in os olta and the little palace combined, but her beauty was not the only thing about her that had made y/n unable to get the girl out of her head.
zoya was a squaller, a grisha able to manipulate the wind and air, but zoya also possessed a big fire in her belly, one that was almost always quite present. it helped her to the top, but was also one of the qualities that had a tendency to make her intimidating or feared. y/n however, looked right through it and never stepped back whenever zoya would raise her voice or squint her eyes just long enough for other grisha to leave her alone. and exactly that had caught zoya's attention.
training was going terrible, the new squallers seemed to lack the confidence and passion that was needed for combat training. botkin had been so frustrated that he let some of the older grisha take the task and train them. y/n had watched from the sides as zoya visibly grew more annoyed at the youngsters and bit her lip when that same frustration finally caught up with her,
"enough! come back when you're worthy of wearing that kefta or don't show your face again!" she sent a large gush of air their way, making everyone's kefta's blow up in the wind before she turned around, letting out a quick breath through her nose.
y/n approached, a tiny smirk on her face. she'd waited to the sides to see how long it would take to crack the girl's patience. zoya wasn't a quitter, but her tough love seemed to worsen the children's performances even more.
zoya felt a presence behind her and turned around with a sneer as she sent another wave of wind behind her.
"i said-"
y/n was sent against the wall before she landed on the earth with a thud.
zoya tried to hide her initial surprise and gave the girl a once over, tilted her chin and crossed her arms, "what do you want?" she wasn't in the mood to apologize and kept her arms crossed, not even bothering to help the girl up.
y/n dusted her kefta off and tried to delay her reply, which she knew was frustrating zoya even more. y/n finally looked up, a cheeky smile on her face as she spoke,
"you could be sent away for that... we aren't allowed to use our powers here, did you forget?"
"look around- do you see anyone here?"
zoya was right- most boys and girls had silently left the training facility after zoya's outburst and botkin was probably downing a glass of kvas to drink away his frustrations of the day.
"because you scared them all away."
zoya put her nose up in disdain and turned back around- she didn't have time for this cocky know-it-all girl. she rolled her eyes as y/n followed her around the courtyard, getting slightly annoyed,
"i'm not sure if you have it in you, but maybe next time try and ease up on the tough love? be kind for a chance?"
"it's not what works best. do you think they'll be coddled when they're part of the second army? you healers are too sensitive. you should consider changing that or this world is going to eat you up."
"too sensitive?" y/n tried to hide the hurt in her voice and shook it off, "you don't know the injuries i've had to heal, the pain and gore i've seen. you should consider changing your mind on healers. without us, we'd be off way worse."
zoya had been annoyed at y/n's challenging rebuttal at first, but would later realise it wasn't out of lack of respect that y/n didn't seem to falter under her hard glares, it was because of the intrigue and adoration she held for her. if she backed down like all the others, she would never get a chance to break down zoya's walls.
eyerolls out of annoyance faded into playful eyerolls and zoya quickly realised that y/n would be one of those people her superiors had told her about all those years ago when she was first brought to the little palace. in order to not succumb to the stress of being a grisha, let alone one in the second army, one needs companions. companions you trust to have your back, companions to share your worries with and companions to help you see the light in difficult situations, even in the dark of the fold. and a loyal companion y/n became.
zoya was less hostile to the healer than she was to anyone else and people soon caught on. to not lose her air of intimidation, she tried to keep her soft smiles to a minimum and playfully pestered y/n whenever she could- even though no one but the two knew it was playful- only to get a joking sneer back in return, which never failed to crack the tiniest grin on the squaller's face.
"why do you look ready to leave?" y/n suddenly appeared in the doorway of zoya's suite. "planning to run away?" she joked but her worries grew as zoya didn't reply.
zoya didn't look up and instead continued to prepare her bag. y/n noticed that she was wearing the good luck charm she'd given the girl to wear whenever she had to go on a difficult or risky mission. a silent promise to both, if you will, to make sure whatever would happen would turn out alright. y/n's smile faltered,
"where are they sending you off to?"
"kribirsk, i'm going to help sail the skiff for a supply run to ketterdam."
"you're going through the fold?!" y/n took haste steps into the room and stopped right behind zoya, "why haven't i heard about this?! when are you supposed to cross it?!"
zoya let out a sigh and looked up, her hands placed on her hips, "stop it. i'll be fine," she went back to folding her clothes, "you know it's not my first time."
"no, but every time might as well be your last!"
y/n pulled at zoya's arm to make her stop, the squaller immediately glared at her. she hated when y/n became worried, it always intensified the worries she was already feeling herself, even if she would never tell anyone.
"i'll be fine, i promise."
"what happens there isn't really up to you... besides, i just don't like sitting here and waiting in agony for a word from you telling me you survived."
zoya finally gave in, she couldn't hold up her front any longer as she looked into y/n's worried eyes. she let out a deep sigh and rubbed her forehead before her hands dropped to her neck. she grabbed the talisman and held it up, "this'll protect me."
"zoya, it's not some-"
"no. it will. you said it would. i trust you. now, will you trust me? i'll be back before you know it." zoya softly stroked y/n's cheek with the back of her finger, something she did when the girl needed reassurance and comfort. "i'll come back, y/n."
the two women stared at each other for a long time, exchanging silent promises. but y/n's sudden movement caught zoya off guard, and before she could realise the girl had softly planted her lips against her own, y/n had already retreated.
"write to me."
zoya nodded absentmindedly, her head still stuck in the moment before.
"-and you better come back in one piece, nazyalensky."
zoya nodded again, this time less distracted, and she pulled y/n back when the girl made a move to walk out before planting a soft kiss on the girl's cheek.
"i will. or else you'll just have to patch me up again."
but zoya's nerves proved to be more difficult to contain now that y/n wasn't around, even if the girl had a tendency to sometimes make them worse with her worries. she knew she had promised to write, but what was she going to write down? how scared she really was? what would that do to calm y/n's nerves- both their nerves? not to mention that the confident squaller had felt insecure ever since their tiny kiss. was she supposed to write a different letter? was y/n expecting her to? or were they still just friends? or would it only upset y/n if she wrote to her like friends would?
so, zoya thought it was best to just not write at all, to spare both their feelings. but y/n, who had been waiting for a letter in the little palace, had gone mad after a few days. she hadn't received a letter noting zoya's arrival, neither had zoya written her one to tell her when the journey to west-ravka would take place. she felt awfully left in the dark, even if she knew the second army had arrived at the encampment through a general at the palace, she needed to hear it from zoya. or had she scared the squaller off? was the girl regretting their moment? had she lost zoya completely now, even as a friend? she needed to know.
the only worries she felt when the horses pulled the carriage over the roads to the encampment, were the worries about zoya, not about the voyage she was going to have to take through the darkness. after all, she'd have zoya by her side, who would undoubtedly try to protect her if needed, who could calm her down with just a look her way, just like how y/n would be there to heal and support if the situation asked for it.
y/n was assigned a tent with the other corporalki, but could care less about settling in for a good night's sleep. she needed to find zoya's tent first. she needed to see her at least once before setting foot on the ship the next morning.
the torches lit up the campsite and created eerie shadows on the surrounding tents, sometimes even forming into a shadow that looked way too similar to the volcra whose screams and cries filled the air now and then. y/n shook it off and walked along.
she finally heard zoya's familiar soft voice behind a tent's fabric to her left and a guy clad in the clothes of a tracker walked out a few seconds later. it slightly confused y/n, but she walked to the entrance of the now pitch black tent nonetheless.
"zoya?" she whispered out softly, still a bit unsure if she'd actually been right about hearing the girl's voice. what if this was someone else's tent?
"anyone here?" she called again, her eyes now slightly adjusting to the lack of light. a shadow moved to her left before she fell to her knees as all the air in her lungs disappeared. someone had her in a headlock.
"zoya! it's me! it's me, y/n!" she coughed and heaved, clawing at her throat for air. she heard the squaller gasp as fresh air filled her lungs once again. a candle was lit a second after, which barely illuminated the tent, but enough for zoya to see her friend on the floor.
"what are you doing here?!" she hissed, her panic replaced by anger almost instantly, anger that stemmed out of worry for the girl. y/n being there could only mean one thing...
"i had to see you." y/n accepted the help of zoya and was put to sit on the girl's bed. "you promised you'd write... why didn't you?"
zoya ignored the question and fired a question of her own the healer's way, "why are you here? i doubt they let you go without a reason."
y/n refused to make eye contact, but zoya refused to give in and forcefully grabbed the girl's chin. y/n expected to see the squaller's eyebrows knitted together in anger or worry, or both, and a sneer on her face, but was instead met with a look she couldn't quite place, one she barely ever saw. if y/n wanted an answer, she would have to answer zoya first.
"they needed a healer."
"on the supply run?"
y/n nodded meekly but kept looking at zoya's features, trying to decipher what she was thinking.
"y/n, you shouldn't have... not after-"
"i know. i know i had to watch my friends get torn apart last time, while i sat there and couldn't help all of them at once, i know- but zoya- if something were to happen to you and i wouldn't be able to at least try and help you out, i would never be able to let it go."
zoya's grasp on y/n's chin loosened until she finally let go and dropped her hands on her lap. but they didn't feel right there so she immediately grabbed onto one of y/n's, giving it a light squeeze.
"you didn't write to me. that usually means you're either worried and don't want to worry me or... well... after, you know... i thought you might've..."
zoya squeezed again, telling the girl she didn't need to talk further, she knew exactly what she meant.
"i know something has shifted between us, but i don't regret it. that wasn't why i didn't write...well, it was." she continued when y/n rose an eyebrow in confusion, "i was afraid you might've regretted it."
"no, i-"
"it doesn't matter, you shouldn't have come." zoya's walls were back up again in a snap of her fingers and she let go and sat up, immediately shielding herself from whatever rejection about to come her way.
"zoya-"
"it's probably best if we both get some rest."
y/n looked to see if zoya was slightly joking but pursed her lips together when she saw the girl's blank face.
"fine." the healer jumped up and stormed out of the tent, throwing the entrance drape shut so harshly that the tiny candle went out, which left zoya by herself in the dark of the night. at least it would let her get used to the dark that was waiting for her on the end of the encampment.
y/n buttoned and unbuttoned her crimson kefta multiple times, a nervous habit of hers, but kept them buttoned when the horn indicated it was time to go. had it been worth it? offering to cross the fold just to talk to zoya? only for her to get the cold shoulder? no. but at least now she was able to protect the girl.
she walked onto the sandskiff along with other grisha and, this time, cartographers, and immediately locked eyes with zoya, who was already stationed at the front. zoya looked regal, standing there, with her chin held high and her hands behind her back, almost as if she owned the sandskiff. to others, she might've looked cocky, but not to y/n.
zoya's eyes inspected everyone who walked onto the ship and thus also landed on y/n's. but, while she'd lightly glared at everyone, her glare softened when she looked at her friend. she dipped her head in acknowledgement. what y/n didn't know, was that while zoya had tried her best to pretend that y/n wouldn't be going on the supply run, seeing her step onto the skiff had broken that fairytale thought and had made her slightly break out an uneasy sweat. y/n's talisman was hidden under her kefta, but zoya could still feel it pressing against her chest. it calmed her down a little, but not enough, certainly not when the ship started moving and y/n was not on the docks staying behind.
screeches and yells of those terrible beasts were the first things to welcome them into the fold before the clear morning sky finally turned black and the air turned cold. the volcra sounded distant though, so as long as they kept quiet and in the dark, there wouldn't be a reason to panic.
zoya glanced y/n's way every now and then. even if there still wasn't trouble in the air, she just needed to reassure herself that the girl was okay. same for y/n- she kept glancing to the front of the skiff to see zoya's eyes illuminate in the blue of the tiny lantern. zoya's eyes never failed to calm her down, but looking into them now brought her even greater comfort. or discomfort...if she thought long enough about what happened last time she crossed the fold.
the wind howled, the wooden skiff creaked and thunder filled the sky. the occasional lightning lit up their surroundings and showed the shipwrecks from previous supply runs, a great reminder to everyone on board that they should count themselves lucky if they survived this crossing.
"marker one...."
"how many more are there?" a cartographer girl dared to ask and y/n closed her eyes, knowing the answer wouldn't satisfy her.
"thirty-seven."
y/n's hands clasped around the sleeves of her kefta as she hugged herself. only twelve more markers and she'd reach the place where it all happened last time.
barely one marker later and the growling and screeching sounds of the approaching volcra made everyone tense up. one volcra made a close appearance, which made everyone either duck or ready their guns. it was eerily silent after that. y/n tried not to look at the frightened faces of everyone else and instead tried to count, but that proved to make her even more nervous after another volcra screeched nearby- they weren't going fast enough.
zoya felt suffocated when the blue lantern, which was meant to be their little safe haven during their crossing, dimmed. however, the real panic set in when it became pitch black and she lost all sight of y/n. the deck suddenly lit up by the orange hue of a lantern one cartographer boy had set alight in panic, which illuminated y/n's pretty face with an orange tint, but zoya was anything but relieved. this wasn't a good thing. at all.
"blow it out! what are you doing?!"
all hell broke loose when the lantern attracted volcra, who were now surrounding the sandskiff, flying over it to wait for the perfect opportunity to catch their prey. if that wasn't bad enough, the lantern had fallen over and a small fire was starting to eat away at the wooden deck, making it even harder for everyone on board to hide. people were being picked up by the creatures and all y/n seemed to be able to do was freeze. last time she'd been running from left to right to try and help aid the people on board, but even when she had prepared herself for this outcome this time, no muscle in her body seemed to want to move. she didn't know what hurt her ears more- the gunshots, the screeching of those terrible monsters or the agonizing yells from the people on deck. one thing stood out through those yells- a pained yelp coming from no other than zoya made her head shoot up to where she thought she'd heard it.
zoya had watched y/n tense up from her side of the ship and was well aware that past memories were probably troubling her mind, making her unable to get to work. all worries or insecurities were thrown out the window once she realised she needed to keep y/n safe. a volcra had dived to pick her up right as she made a move to run to the healer, but a shove from one of the other grisha had saved her life. her shoulder broke the fall and one of her hands met the flames, making her cry out in pain.
this did the trick and burst the healer's bubble. y/n crawled across the deck, trying to stay as low as possible, and gritted her teeth whenever she came too close to the fire and the heat became painful. zoya noticed her approach and tried to move closer too, only to grasp her shoulder in pain.
"ssssh, i'm here, i'm here, let me-" y/n stammered in a panic as she looked at the damage. she gently stroke her fingers over zoya's burns first. zoya threw her head back at the initial pain and incredibly annoying itch that followed, but let out a shaky chuckle out of relief when the pain subdued before eventually fading away.
they weren't out of danger yet and the volcra hovering above them proved exactly why. zoya's eyes widened as she watched it approach over y/n's shoulder and she pulled the girl on top of her in a tight embrace. the movement made her grit her teeth in pain, her shoulder still hurt like hell, but at least the volcra had missed this chance. she saw it circle around, waiting to pounce once more. she reached for the gun beside her when it turned around, ready for another try. but zoya didn't give it one and directed a shot at its chest, which caught the beast off guard and gave the perfect opportunity to one of the escorts on the ship to finish him off with another shot.
"are you alri-"
"go! get inside!" zoya gently pushed the girl off of her again.
"you're hurt, let me-"
"i need to help send this skiff back. go!"
"it'll only be-"
"we don't have time! i can handle a broken shoulder but i will never forgive myself if something happened to you!" zoya yelled back over the chaos and was supported by another squaller who pulled her to the other side of the deck. y/n sat there, baffled. a harsh force of wind made y/n's hair blow up and the ship started to move again. a young man, one of their escorts, ran up to her, pulled her on her feet and guided her inside.
there she sat, waiting, while a mix of screams, screeches, thunder and gunshots made for a horrifying mix of sounds, while she couldn't do a thing, while zoya was bait up there...
a light so bright beamed through the cracks and holes of the wood and even from her cover, y/n had to shield her eyes.
silence. complete, utter silence. no more volcra, no more shouting or gunshots needed. the wind that the squallers created to send them back home was a comforting sound to y/n's ears and it was all she wanted to focus on as she knew they were going back.
the darkness soon turned to light again. the sky had changed back and was filled with puffy clouds as the air grew more pleasant to inhale. they were back, they were safe. but still, y/n kept seated, not wanting to go out and see the damage. not again.
yes, the sandskiff had returned home, which meant that squallers had sent it back, but zoya had been out there for a while even before the light. going out there meant there was a possibility she was going to receive the news that zoya hadn't made it.
"i need a healer here! quick!"
y/n wiped her teary eyes that were still burning from the smoke, pushed the stray hairs out of her face and stood up. she was not going to let people suffer just because she was afraid of facing her fears. she let herself fall onto her knees next to a cartographer girl whose leg still sizzled from a terrible burn. she seemed pretty out of it- her head lulled as a cold sweat coated her face.
"hey, you're going to be alright. i'm y/n, i'm a healer." she tried to reassure her, even if she was unsure if the girl could even hear her at this point, "i'm going to have to touch it, but it's going to get better after that. i promise. try to sit as still as you can so it won't scar." she went to work and saw the girl's eyes flutter open. "see?" the girl nodded and sent a tired smile her way. that was enough of a thank you for y/n and she immediately stood up to try and see where she was needed next.
zoya had climbed her way down as soon as she could and panic filled her when she couldn't find y/n anywhere. this was where she'd seen the boy take her to?! but as she walked back, she saw the girl tending to a wounded man and a sigh of relief left her mouth. she watched y/n stand up,
"can you tend to my shoulder next?"
y/n's head whipped around at the familiar voice, and even if it sounded hoarse and tired, she could still hear a playful undertone.
"thank the saints! you're alright!" y/n went in for a hug but reminded herself of zoya's injured shoulder and squeezed the girl's hand instead.
"who else sent us back?" zoya smiled tiredly and let y/n pull her out off the chaos on the ship to be sat down on the docks. the healer helped her out of her kefta and zoya noticed y/n was trying to suppress a meek smile at the sight of the talisman that clung around zoya's neck.
zoya closed her eyes as y/n's soft hands made contact with her bare shoulder and she only dared to open them again once the pain was replaced by the familiar feeling of a healing itch. she grabbed the healer's hand and intertwined their fingers.
"are you still hurting?"
zoya let out a breathy chuckle and shook her head, "no, i believe i'm fine now. just a bit shaken."
y/n nodded and stared off into the distance, she knew exactly what zoya meant. a soft tug on her hand made her look back at the blue eyed girl.
"i'm sorry."
"zoya nazyalensky saying sorry? that's a first."
"hush you, i'm serious. don't make me regret this." zoya rolled her eyes, glad to have this y/n back. for a second, back in the fold, when she saw y/n so tensed up as she was reliving her trauma, zoya was afraid she might never get her back, if they were to even get out of the fold alive. but here she was, holding the girl's hand and staring into her eyes. she was here. with her.
"it was wrong of me to downplay your worries when i knew where they stemmed from. you've had to go through that, see that happen... and it was only fair of you to fear my departure. i should've written to you and-"
"zoya, it's quite-"
"let me finish." a light squeeze in her hand and a somewhat serious glare from zoya made y/n shut up, "i also shouldn't have treated you like i did last night. but can you try to imagine the worry i felt when i realised you were going to do the crossing? if something happened to you, that would've been because of me. you were on that ship because i was there, because i didn't write back."
"i would've taken the offer even if you had written to me, to be quite honest..."
zoya rolled her eyes, "of course you would've."
"zoya, when will you understand that i'll always try to have your back?
"but why must you put yourself in harm's way to do so?"
"because that's just how it goes!" y/n squeezed zoya's hand this time, trying to get her message across. "we're companions remember?"
zoya smiled softly and put a strand of hair behind y/n's ear before she wiped away the dirt on the girl's temple. her fingers then travelled down the girl's cheek and jaw before resting there, "i think we're more than companions, don't you think?" her striking blue eyes then looked directly into y/n's, immediately captivating the girl like she was some siren trying to lure her into the pools of her eyes.
"are we?" y/n's voice was small.
"have you forgotten about kissing me already? should you need a reminder?"
"no- i haven't, i remember!" her cheeks turned scarlet as zoya tilted her head in a playful manner. oh gods, how stupid could she be. "i mean, i don't. a reminder would be nice?" the meekness of y/n's voice warmed zoya up and she stroked the girl's bottom lip with the pad of her thumb,
"you sure?"
y/n nodded, but that wasn't what would satisfy zoya.
"talk. use your voice."
"yes, i'm sure."
zoya lifted her chin and looked at her in a way only she could, but it wasn't disrespectful at all. she looked at y/n as if she was the only girl in the world, but even if she wasn't, she'd still pick her. she'd pick her as a friend, a companion, or whatever they were going to be next.
Prompt: "You smell like me" (Prompt List 1), "I just feel you" & "I can't feel you" (Prompt List 2)
Requested By: Anonymous
A/N: I don't think that this is what anon wanted (,,•﹏•,,) Also I am on a writer's block. I can't think of what to write so please send some requests
"Why, hey there gorgeous..."
Your lips didn't cease to form a smile, hearing the blonde's voice from behind. She's finally back—you thought, your cheek already growing red from the thought of just how exactly you two are going to spend the night after a few days of being apart.
Eager to see her, you tried to turn around and face her but as she caged you in the warmth of her arms, her body pressing gently against your back as she buried her face on your neck, you stand defeated, unable to move as she had you firmly trapped in her tight hug.
"I missed you so much, babe."
Her words travelled to you as some sort of butterflies, feeling your stomach forming knots, your heart beating faster and faster with each passing second you stayed in her arms. God, how you missed her. You missed her hugs, her sweet remarks, her everything.
Your smile grew bigger when for a moment, your gaze fell upon the empty bed in front of you. You won't be sleeping alone tonight, the empty space beside yours you still can't seem to get used to not feeling your girlfriend on, won't be empty anymore. She's back.
"You smell like me."
She whispered, tracing soft kisses from your neck onto your ear which part she later on nibbled, pulling a string of loud giggles from your lips with you feeling ticklish from her small bites.
Your loud giggles sounded like music to her ears, encouraging her even more to continue, only now using her hands to tickle your waist too, pulling out more laughter from the both of you.
Closing your eyes, you caught both of her hands, raising them up to stop yourself from getting tickled as you tried to catch your breath.
"Feel my heart."
You say, still panting from your little tickle session as you gently placed her hand on your chest where she immediately felt your raising heart. She looked at you with loving eyes, her other hand breaking from your grasp as she pulled you closer by your waist, never breaking eye contact as she placed a gentle peck on your lips.
"Is this because of me?"
She said, her face displaying a smug look as she kept her hand on your chest, and the other on your back, keeping you close to her.
"No."
You teased, pulling her into a kiss as you entangled one of your hands in her blonde hair, the other travelling down her body, eventually settling on her chest where you felt her heart beating much faster than yours, a smile she felt on your lips between your kisses.
"What?"
She asked, pulling away to look at your smile that immediately struck more butterflies in the avenger's stomach.
Resting your forehead onto hers, you closed your eyes, your hand still on her chest, "I just feel you..." you whispered.
Carol couldn't help but chuckle, remembering that very moment of when she got home from her mission. How long has it been then again? Perhaps, 2 years? It was the same day she proposed, and a year later, you got married.
She remembered your vows clearly. The promises she's made, and the one promise you did. A bitter chuckle escaped from her lips remembering your exact words.
"I promise to protect you, no matter what, no matter when, no matter where. I'll be like your human shield."
That promise is the exact reason you're here. Fighting side by side with your wife in another mission. Another one of many just after she promised that she's never taking one ever again.
"Danvers, incoming!"
It wasn't bad—fighting next to you. She loved seeing the avenger who grew under Agent Romanoff, and Captain Rogers' care fight. What she hated is that you're both here, when you could be cuddling while watching tv, or baking, anything, just anything. But instead, she's here, breaking yet another one of her many promises with her wife who's only promise was to protect her.
"Why, hey there gorgeous..."
She cooed, seeing you standing in the middle of the destruction you both added onto just by trying to stop it. The fallen buildings, the broken cars, and the loud silence that indicated the battle's end.
"I missed you so much, babe."
She said, her arms wrapping around your neck as she pulled herself closer to you, feeling the warmth she haven't felt in weeks. With all the missions she went on, all where you came along, and fought with her side by side, just getting a mere hug from each other seems so impossible.
"You smell like me..."
And yet again, her words travelled to you as some sort of butterflies, feeling your stomach forming knots made you smile. After all these years, the butterflies are still there, the spark, the magic, it never died.
"Feel my heart."
You said, her hand immediately finding it's home on your chest. A smile you saw came painted across her face, feeling your racing heartbeat as her other arm moved to pull your waist.
You held her hand firmly on your chest. As your eyes came filling with tears, you saw a moment of realization in Carol's when a sting you felt on a part of your back. She looked at her arm, one that was once holding you, brows furrowing as she saw it dripping with blood—not of hers, but of yours.
A part of you always told the other that if this were your last heartbeat, you'd want her to feel it. And as certainty filled your senses, yourself starting to drift away, you smiled of happiness, it was her who'd be feeling your last heartbeat. And the thought alone made you happy.
"Is this because of me?"
The Avenger asked, face relieved of her usually smug look, and instead was replaced with one filled with sadness, filled with guilt.
As you feel yourself weakening, you wrapped your arms around her neck for support, your fingers removing the strands of hair that covered her face, and gently tucking them behind her ear.
"No."
You said, staring deep into her eyes. You pulled yourself closer to her, your head resting over your arm that hugged her neck, wanting to feel her warmth for the last time. And Carol, with tears filling her eyes, and her heart breaking of pain, stood frozen, seeing still your continuously dripping blood.
A loud continuous echo she heard inside her head, one that was of herself, blaming her for what happened. Maybe if she hadn't brough you along... no. If she had only kept her promise, if she hadn't spent her time, your marriage, as an Avenger instead of your wife, then maybe this wouldn't have happened.
"What?"
You whispered, clearly struggling to let your words out as the silence that took over irritated you ever so slightly, wanting to hear your wife once more, even for the last time.
"I can't feel you..."
But sadly, you didn't hear her. Not once more, as just before she said it, the final breath of air you let out, and the last heartbeat your wife felt from you... you've drifted away. Your body only now a ghost of where your soul once laid on.
There was no room for denial, there was no room for begging, not for Carol as she held your cold, lifeless figure in her arms, letting out one last scream of agony, you were gone. You were gone, and it was her fault.
…..not even six hours later i got an offer of a well paying full time long-term job with free room and board in queens in nyc, allowing me independence and a way to escape an abusive situation and an unhealthy environment
likes charge reblogs cast, folks, this is the good luck post
the last time I reblogged this post right before I got a great job, in a permanent work-from-home position, with benefits, retirement, and a salary literally 3x what I was making before, doing something I really like.
a/n: english isn’t my first language so i’m sorry if there are any spelling mistakes
it was saturday night, so for most of the mutants at xavier’s school it meant that they were gonna get drunk.
peter, jean, scott, kurt, ororo, alex and even raven were in scott’s room getting drunk.
normally you would’ve been getting drunk too but you had to finish an assignment that was due on monday, so you stayed in your room.
it was now 11:30 pm and while peter was now shit-faced drunk, you were still writing your essay.
you just finished writing your sentence when you felt a gush of wind and suddenly you were turned around.
you yelped when you saw how close peters face was. “oh my god! don’t do that!”
peter smiled at you and you automatically know that he’s drunk. and drunk peter can mean three things he’s sad and will cry over everything, he will not go to sleep and will run around the school until 8 am or he will be super clingy.
“hey.” he smiled that lopsided smile of his. “you are really pretty.”
you raised an eyebrow at him with a small smile on your face. “oh, really?”
peter nodded. “yeah, do you have a boyfriend?”
you almost burst out laughing. “yes, i do.”
the speedsters eyes went wide. “who?! do i have to fight him? is he strong?”
in that moment you knew that he didn’t recognize you. “do you know who i am?”
“not really, no. but scott told me to go to my room.” he told you.
“but this isn’t your room.”
peter looked at you with big eyes. “it’s not?”
you laughed a little wich made peter smile as well. “no.”
“oh.” he looked around. “well, is your boyfriend scary or not? will he not be mad that i’m here?”
you were so gonna make fun of him in the morning.
“no i don’t think he will be mad. and no he is not scary, just really really fast.” you answered him.
peter nodded. “like me?”
“like you.” you told him.
after that you brought peter to his room to sleep. you were really excited to make fun of him for forgetting he is your boyfriend in the morning.
