Arysbruv - 'Tis I, Arys

Don't come back

Summary: Steve finds Peggy cheating and decides to come back, but is it too late? Writer's note: Thank you to @zoosidj for giving me this idea. Warnings and whatnots: Nothing really, probably OOC characters, kinda bad writing. Allusions to Stucky

Steve walks towards the door of his former love, doubt filling his mind. Should he really be doing this? He shakes his head, deciding to go forth with his decision. He had enough of fighting and saving others, he now just wanted be with the love of his love.

He goes to the top of the stairs of the porch, grabbing the keys that were under the flower pot. He smiles to himself, holding his compass that held the picture of her. The cold metal grazing his skin. It was the only picture of her he had in the future, but now he had the chance to take more.

He opens the door slowly, careful not to make that much of a noise. He walks around the downstairs area, his grin wide on his face and yet she wasn't there anywhere. Steve bites the inside of his cheek before deciding the go upstairs. He walks towards her bedroom, knocking on the door.

"Peggy?" He says, excitement and happiness lacing his voice.

"Steve?" Peggy's voice says through the door. "Steve!" Her voice echoes, shocked and panicky. "Don't open the door!"

Steve furrows his eyebrows. "Is everything alright?" He asks. Peggy reassures him through the door, Steve holds the knob of the door. He didn't believe her. Why didn't he believe her.

"Are you sure?" "Yeah! Just don't open the door!" Peggy asks.

The sound of something being hit was more than enough for Steve to decide to open the door. He didn't know why he was so convinced that he had to do. Yet there was a part of him that gnawing at him to open the door. "I'm coming in!" He shouts.

"NO DON'T!"

It was too late, Steve had already opened the door. Steve glances at Peggy who looked like a deer caught in headlights. She didn't seem injured. That's when Steve saw it. A man stopped midway from climbing out of the window. Steve's eyes widen as he notices his appearance. His ruffled blond hair, his guilty blue eyes, his messy white shirt whose collar was littered with lipstick stains. The same shade that Peggy always wore.

"Steve- Steve please let me explain-" Peggy starts, holding onto his arm but Steve pulls away. Steve looks at Peggy. Her eyes. The eyes that he had once loved. Her eyes showed guilt and remorse but Steve couldn't forgive her.

He just couldn't.

~

"Where the hell is he?" Sam asks, looking at Bruce. Bruce's eyes scanned the machine.

"I- I don't know... He's supposed to be back by now!" Bruce says, his voice, slightly panicked.

"What? Are you saying he's stuck?!" Bucky asks, panic lacing his voice. "No... No that's... That's impossible, he took the other vial meaning..."

"He's staying there willingly," Sam continues.

Bucky stares at the other two dumbfounded. That idiot. He lied. He said he wouldn't leave him. “No- No, he said he’ll come back…”

“Buck…”

Sam’s voice rung in Bucky’s head. He was supposed to be back by then. Yet, he wasn’t here. He could be here and yet he chose not to.

“That idiot.” Was all Bucky could say as he left the machine.

~

Steve was stuck, until that night. It had been what? Two weeks in the past? Bruce had warned that time goes faster in the future, the more you stayed in the past. Steve held the vial in his hand, the suitcase in his other. He had tried every single night, to get out of the past and for the first time in what seemed to be forever, he managed to get out.

The blurry world finally cleared. He looks to the control panel, seeing a young girl standing there, her face shocked. Steve stares at her dumbfounded, no way that could be... "Morgan?" "Uncle Steve?" Morgan replies, her eyes widen in shock as the man steps off the platform. "How... How long was I gone?" He asks, staring at Morgan. She had grown up. How long was he gone for?

"Two... Two years... give or take," Morgan answers, looking wearily at the man in front of him. His eyes widened as he heard her answer. She wasn't joking. He was gone for two years and it only felt like 2 weeks to him... "Do you... Do you know where your mom is?" Steve asks. ~ Bucky jolts awake from his nightmare. His hands clammy and his body damp with sweat. He breathes wearily. "What time is it?" He asks to himself. He slowly gets off the floor, walking to the alarm clock that sat next to his bed.

8:00 a.m.

He sighs, running his fingers through his hair, his cold metal arm on his hips, causing him to shiver.

The sound of the doorbell of his apartment ringing snaps him out of his thoughts. He furrows his eyebrow, grabbing a shirt and pants and putting them on as he walks towards the front door of his apartment. Who the hell was visiting him this early in the morning? Must be Sam. It's always Sam.

The doorbell rang again as he put on his shirt. "Coming! Coming!" He shouts towards the door, he looks through the peephole.

He recoils. His hands shaking as he held onto the doorknob. No way. Was he hallucinating? There was no way, that he, that Steve was back. Was it some Hydra member coming back? Was he in a dream? A nightmare? And yet, something inside was screaming at him to open the door. It was dumb of him but still, he opened the door. "Steve?" Bucky asks wearily, opening the door a crack.

Steve smiles at him, albeit awkwardly. "Hi Buck... I'm back," He says, chuckling. "Guess I did bring all the stupid with me?"

Bucky opens the deadlock, opening the door fully before dragging the blond into his apartment.

"Steve, what- how? How did you get back? How- How did you even find me?" Bucky asks, ushering the blond man to sit down as he relocks the door. "I- uh, well I got back because Morgan managed to reopen the machine so I got to go through and uh... I asked Pepper for your apartment..." Steve says looking around the room. "I'm glad you seem to be doing well."

"Yeah, how- How have you been? How did you even get stuck in the past?" Bucky asks, leaning against the wall. Steve's eyes widen at Bucky's words. He thought that he had been stuck. The memory of the moments before he went into the machine replays in his mind. He had lied to him. He had lied to his best friend.

"I've uh, I've been good... I uh, I don't know how I got stuck there..." Steve answers, averting his eyes. He plays with his thumbs as he looks down to the floor. Bucky observes his best friend's movements, he sucks in a breath as he realises that Steve was lying.

Steve was lying to him.

"You didn't get stuck did you?" Bucky says, straightening his body. Steve stares wide-eyed at Bucky. His eyes showed everything.

"You went to her. You went to see her. You left us, you left the life you created here, you left ME here," Bucky says, his hand clenched.

"Look I- I just wanted to go visit her but-"

"Don't lie to me. You left us to see her again. It's not even the fact that you went to see her again, its the fact you lied to me," Bucky says, his eyes fixed on Steve.

"You said you'd come back. You never did."

"No- No! I'm here right now!"

"TWO YEARS TOO LATE STEVE- I- Honestly... Just, I know you love her Steve but you need to get over her..."

"You don't think I'm trying!" Steve shouts.

Bucky stands shocked at Steve's sudden outburst. "She cheated on me."

Bucky curses, watching as Steve covers his face.

"I-I'm sorry I uh didn't know..."

"It's fine you're right. I left everything. I left my family. I left people who needed me. People who needed a shoulder to cry on, just for a woman who I used to love. I really did bring all the stupid with me."

Bucky stares at Steve, biting the inside of his cheek as he watches the man wallow in his self pity. How was this man his best friend? Bucky inhales.

"C'mon, let's get some coffee, I'll call Sam," Bucky says, grabbing his car keys.

"What-"

"Look even though you lied to me, you're still my best friend. So get off your butt and let's go-"

Steve stares dumbfounded at Bucky. Bucky raises an eyebrow.

"This doesn't mean I forgive you by the way, you still have to earn that."

"Of course I do-"

- “…a teleporter?”

- “no, he’s just fast.”

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💫 Lost and Found [COMPLETED] Summary: You’re his best friend, and he is yours, though both of you don’t want to admit that there is definitely more than platonic feelings there. On a mission with Poe, you meet his ex lover Zorii who he still seems to like… Pairings: poe dameron x f!reader Chapter 1: Gone Chapter 2: Found

Sorry, not sorry

You were a relatively newer student. You normally kept to yourself but you always dreamt of being friends with the main trio, especially with the infamous Suguru Geto. Yet, he always seemed to hate you, even when you openly showed you felt the opposite.

pairings: suguru geto x f!reader

warnings and whatnots: Mean!Geto, Jealous!Geto. He’s so rude to you. He’s realising his feelings for you!! Slow burn fic and will probably take a while to finish… Not proofread

Chapter 1: Are we still friends? Chapter 2: Can we be friends? Chapter 3: [currently reading] Chapter 4: Green looks good on you. Chapter 5: Runaway. Chapter 6: Burn

Silence.

That was all you were met with from Suguru throughout the morning. As you got ready. As you ate breakfast. As you got in the car and subsequently stayed in the car.

Silence, silence and silence.

Not a word from him was spoken to you.

You were confused but accepted it with grace. Yet, your thoughts still linger on the fact he wasn’t talking to you. What had you done to garner such treatment from him? Sure, he hated you but you thought his disdain for you had slowly mellowed down.

“What’s up with you and Suguru?” Shoko whispers to you as you both sat in the backseats of the car. Satoru in the passenger seat whilst Suguru drives.

You shrugs you shoulder. Shoko looks at you with a confused expression, looking at Suguru.

“Oi, Suguru!” She calls out, causing Suguru to hum in response, his eyes glancing over to Shoko and you then back to road. “Why are you so quiet lately? What happened with you? I miss your annoying voice.”

“I’m fine, just tired.” He says.

You knew it was a lie, his inflections and the way his eyes darted around showed so. Yet, you kept quiet, deciding not to point it out.

Hours passed in silence as you made your way on the highway, before making a pit stop at a fast food restaurant to take a quick lunch break. As you made your way out of the car, you noticed how Satoru and Shoko exchanged glances amongst themselves. You look at them inquisitively, eyebrow raised at them. They smile at you. They’ve been doing that for the last few hours, as if they’ve been having their own secret conversations that they were shielding from you and Suguru. You look up at Suguru, he looks at you before quickly trailing behind Satoru who headed straight to the restaurant.

Suguru had also noticed it. The knowing glances, the small grins and smiles. They were scheming.

He hates when they schemed. Especially, when he wasn’t apart of it.

He chooses to ignore it as he sits down next to Satoru, directly sitting in front of you much to his regret. He glances at you as you look at the menu from your seat, eyes squinting.

He hated how your eyes looked so beautiful in the sun.

He looks away, feeling heat rush up to his cheeks. How disgusting.

“What do you want, Suguru?” Satoru says, pulling him away from his thoughts. Suguru shrugs, admitting that he could go for anything. Satoru looks at Shoko, before giving her a nod, earning a confused look from Suguru.

“Alright! Shoko and I will go order! You both wait here and keep the table and our belongings safe!” Satoru announces, smiling at the both of you before quickly standing up.

You didn’t even have time to protest before Shoko stands up and smiles at you. “Don’t start a fight!” She says, giving you a small smile.

You sit in your seat, pouting as you watch them walk away, eventually your eyes wander to Suguru who was already staring at you.

Crap.

Feelings rush you, and a sense of unease fills you. You had a feeling he was going to start berating you. Yet, that never happened. Instead he just… looked at you, without saying anything.

He was an odd man you had to admit.

“Are you mad at me?” You ask, tentatively, breaking the silence. Your eyes trained on him searching for any negative emotions.

Yes. I am furious at you for not giving me the attention I need. The love I need.

“No. I’m not mad. The hell would I be?” Suguru answers, looking at you confused.

You give him an easy smile. “Oh… Then, are you in love with me?”

His eyes widen as blood rushes to his face. His face contorting into a mixture of shock and humiliation. You couldn’t help but laugh as you watch his reaction.

“You’re such an ass! Who in their right mind would like a person the likes of you?” Suguru answers rudely, hoping to illicit a hurt response from you. Yet, a feeling in his stomach and mind immediately caused him to feel regret for airing out such words. What for? You deserved it.

You continue laughing. “I don’t know, you?” You give him a smile that causes him to stumble and stutter upon his words.

No.

He hated you.

“I would never like a girl like you. Get that through your stupid head. You wish I did like you.” He says seriously, his eyes narrowing.

Hurt flashes across your face, but you quickly mask it.

“I know, I just like teasing you!” You say, smiling at him.

He saw the hurt on your face and it caused his heart to burn. He wanted nothing more but to wipe that stupid hurt look off your face.

Admit it.

Admit that you love me so that I can love you. Admit that you want me to take care of you so I can try my best. Admit that I had broken you so I could put you back together.

All those words he wanted to say, all those thoughts. He couldn’t speak, his mouth wouldn’t let him. His body wouldn’t. His body rejected you but his heart was revolting.

Thus, he sat in uncomfortable silence with you, biding his time until Shoko and Satoru return and save the both of you from this pit of despair.

The pair of them eventually came to see the both of you in a state worse than before. You smiled at them trying to convince them you were fine but they could easily see through your deceit.

Lunch was eaten in silence.

Satoru and Shoko went to pay, asking you and Suguru to start up the car. You walk up to the car, Suguru trailing behind you. Your hands were in your pockets, gripping tightly to the inside of your pants.

“y/n.”

You look back, seeing Suguru approaching you until he was directly in front of you. You didn’t know what he wanted. To insult you? To hurt you once more like he always does?

“M’sorry.” Suguru mumbles out before walking towards the driver’s side of the car.

You stand there for a second. An apology was not what you had expected. You didn’t know what to do with it. He can apologise all he wants but if he doesn’t change what’s the point? Such empty words won’t help her in the long run.

“y/n! Why are you standing outside the car? You’re gonna get hit!” Satoru says, smiling as he pulls you away from the road, nearer to the car. You smile softly at him, thanking him. He pats your shoulder and ruffles your hair, before quickly telling you something.

Suguru watches it all in the rear view mirror. The way Satoru held you, smiled at you, the way you smiled at him. Did you move on to him?

His hand. The way Satoru’s hand lingered on you. Lingered upon your waist as he pulls you out the road. It should’ve been him. Why Satoru? His teeth grit as he watches Satoru smile and laugh with you. Is that how it would be if he was close with you?

Satoru smiles at you once more before entering the backseat, leaving you with an exasperated look. Suguru wondered what had transpired between the both of you.

The door to the passenger seat opens, you entering the car, and giving a small shy smile to him, almost as if he didn’t just wound you.

“Satoru says that he wants to hang out with Shoko at the back. He says that you’re too boring,” You state, laughing slightly.

Suguru rolls his eyes, looking at the back where Satoru gives him an unapologetic look. He turns to you, the sound of your laugh sending shivers into him. He ignores it, turning to the road and starting to drive.

~

Everyone had fallen asleep, everyone except Suguru. He was cruising on the road at the an average speed, the road almost empty. He glances over at your sleeping figure.

You looked so peaceful.

You hair covering parts of your face, your small movements and small mumbles that fell out of your mouth as you slept.

He swore he heard you mumble his name out.

“It’s rude to stare.” You say, eyes fluttering open and looking at Suguru.

Suguru felts knots in his stomach as your eyes concentrated on him. He clears his throat and looks in front. Ashamed that he had been called out, especially with a line he had said to you a few days back.

“Where are we?” You ask, yawning as you stretch your arms out.

Suguru’s grip tightens on the steering wheel. “We’re nearing the hotel. We can make a quick stop at the next town to eat early dinner.” Suguru says, plainly.

You keep quiet, earning a glance from Suguru. You frown as you think. You were still half asleep, your eyes blurry and your brain foggy.

“Why do you hate me Sugu?” You ask, the use of the nickname causing him to shiver.

“I…” He didn’t know how to answer such a forward question.

If you had asked him that question months ago, nay two days ago, he could’ve given you a plethora of answers with detailed explanations. Yet, when you asked it right now, he was speechless.

He couldn’t answer.

Why did he hate you?

You weren’t a bad person nor mean. Annoying sure but you’ve quickly grown out of it. Your only sin was that you had fallen for him. You had fallen for a man who couldn’t deal with love.

Did he hate you?

Yes he did, he had to hate you. That’s what made sense.

Yet, why couldn’t he explain why he hated you.

“I… I don’t hate you.” He says softly, turning to you to gauge your response. Yet, what he was met with was the soft snores of you who had already fallen back to sleep.

He clicked his tongue. How annoying.

Maybe that’s why he didn’t like you.

He looks back to the road, his grip tight on the steering wheel as he focuses on driving.

He was tired.

Yes, that was it. He was tired. That’s why he wasn’t thinking straight. He was tired.

He looked upon your sleeping face. The way the setting sun shines upon your face was unexplainably beautiful, the way it lit up your face and put it on a spotlight. The ways your eye flutter slightly as the rays of gold hit your face.

He just needed some rest.