He almost felt bad for pushing so many of them away that tried to befriend him, but he just wanted to keep to himself. Keep his head down while he figured out what he’d do with his life now that Apocalypse was gone. A few of the students kept their distance from him since he was prone to snap easily even at the slightest approach someone would make towards him. Charles would always tell them “Give him some time, he’ll come around.”  But not you. Even when he tried to ignore you, you were still so damn persistent on befriending him, and it would be a massive lie if he said that he didn’t grow to appreciate your relentlessness. Because he did, he’s grown accustomed to it now. And every day he’s spent here since waking up in Hank’s lab, an unspoken routine had begun between the pair of you. Every bit of free time either of you had, you’d spend it together. He’d learn a little bit more about you day after day and you’d learn more about him. It took him some time to open up, but he eventually did. Charles would often joke “The only person you can tolerate is Y/N.” and Warren’s response was always a small laugh, because he knew it to be true.

When he was brought to the X-Mansion, everything was a blur. He was falling in and out of consciousness, and every second his eyes would flicker open, he’d quickly be reminded of the fact that he should be dead. He should have died during that crash. He catches a glimpse of the man standing over him in what looks like a lab. Warren can only make out the faint “You’re safe here. You’re in good hands.” that the man keeps repeating to him. Whatever little strength Warren can muster, he uses it to try to get out of the gurney. It’s a failed attempt because he feels so weak and there’s pain that shoots throughout his whole body. The man pushes Warren back and tells him he’s injured. Warren’s response is a slurred “No shit.” The man removes his glasses as he rubs at his eyes in frustration before he speaks again. “Look, I just need to run a few tests to make sure that you get the time you need to heal.” Warren makes another attempt to get up, but the man is much stronger than he looks as he pushes Warren back. Warren’s getting fed up and is about to tell the guy he’ll be fine and he’ll heal in a few days but before he can even open his mouth, he’s being injected with something and the heaviness in eyes becomes stronger than before and he can’t fight the urge to close them as he falls back into unconsciousness.

When his eyes open again, he sees his “doctor” with Charles Xavier and someone standing next to them. He can faintly make out their (Y/H/C) in the dimly lit room. They turn and look in his direction before the doctor makes his way over to Warren and the monitors lightly beeping besides him before that wave of unconsciousness pulls him under once more.

The next time he wakes up, he sees the person from before sitting in a chair next to the bed he’s in with their feet propped up and a book in hand. When he makes a move to sit up, he notices he’s not in any pain like he was before and that heaviness that he was fighting when trying to stay awake was gone too. It’s his sudden movement that has them turning their head in his direction.

“Hank said you were being stubborn.” you say to him.

“I’m assuming you mean the asshole that drugged me, right?”

“Sedated would be a better word to use, but in a sense, yes. He did save your life though. You were hurt pretty bad.”

“I’ll be sure to thank him.” Warren scoffs.

“I’m Y/N, by the way.” you state as you hold out your hand to him.

He notices the look of confusion on your face for a moment, like you’re waiting for something.

“… and you are?” you say gesturing to your offered hand.

“Warren.”

“Warren. Well, it’s nice to meet…”

“How long have I been here?” he cuts you off mid-sentence.

You let out a small laugh as you take your hand back. “Alright, well skip the niceties then. You’ve been here for about three or four days.”

He lets out a loud sigh and runs his fingers through his hair.

“Is there somewhere you need to be?”

He doesn’t respond, just stares at you with a deadpan expression as you hold up your hands in defense.

“Do you remember how you got here or what happened before that?”

Again, you receive another deadpan expression.

“I remember.” He firmly states.

There’s a long silence that fills the room before Warren speaks up again.

“Where’s the,” he gestures around the room, guy?”

“Hank? I don’t know, he sent me to watch over you.”

For some reason, he laughs at that.

“What’s so funny?” you ask curious.

“He sent you to watch over me? What are you, my guardian angel?”

A small smile spreads across your face. “Sure, from one angel to another.”

And for the first time since he woken up, he takes note of the large pair of metal wings at his sides that once used to be beautiful white feathers.

You stand up from your chair besides his bed and grab your book as you make your way to the door.

“Charles will be coming to speak with you.” you tell him as he nods his head.

As you’re about to exit the room, you turn back to look at him.

“I hope you decide to stay. It could be good for you.” you say before closing the door.

      To Warren, that first encounter seemed like it happened years ago. He had decided to stay, but he figured that he would only be sticking around for a short period of time and he certainly was expecting to make any friends during his time here, he didn’t see the point when he’d be leaving soon anyway. But you and your unwavering determination just couldn’t let him be. The first few days, he tried his best to get rid of you. He was certain Charles had sent you to watch him, and he hated feeling like he needed a babysitter. He’d try to slip by the twist and turns of the mansion only to get himself lost in the process. When he was finally able to retrace his steps, he found you standing at the bottom of the staircase with an amused expression on your face that him you knew that he got lost for well over an hour because he was too stubborn to ask for help.

Warren rolled his eyes. “Alright, Charles wants you to babysit me fine. I won’t run off again.” He says exasperated.

“Charles?” you question.

“He’s making you watch over me, right? See how I’m fitting in?”

“Yes, but I would have quit the second time you tried to run off.” you laugh.

“Then why are you still here?”

“Because, I think it would be good for you to have a friend.” You smile.

Warren remembers scoffing at your statement and saying he didn’t need a friend, but that didn’t stop him from looking over his shoulder to see if you were still trailing behind him.

You were.

And he had to say, as annoyed as he pretended he was, he was pretty damn okay with you tagging along.

The budding friendship you had was one thing, but this…

There was a lot on his mind right now, mainly about how he ended up in his current predicament.

He knew Charles wouldn’t tell you.

Like always, for the past couple of months, Charles would always stop by to check on Warren and see how he was holding up.

When Warren told Charles he had decided he’d be staying, Charles didn’t seem surprised.

Whenever Charles would come by, they’d talk about the same thing every time, but Warren found comfort in the Professor’s company.

And during their little conversations towards the end of the day, you would always come up.

But this time it’s different.

The moment your name passes Charles’ lips, there’s that fleeting word that’s been ringing through his head. It echoes so loudly in his mind this time, it’s almost as if someone turned the volume up to 100, so that there was no denying at that moment what it meant.

There was a quick change in Warren’s demeanor because he knew Charles heard it too.

Warren was quick to tell the Professor that he was turning in for the night and tried his hardest thinking of anything else while Charles was still in the room.

Charles opened his mouth to say something, but decided against it clearly seeing Warren’s discomfort.

Besides, it wasn’t his place to say anything about it, even if he knew for a fact that you felt the same.

   You had been looking for him all day. It was well pass noon now and you still hadn’t wished him a happy birthday. You must have wandered around the mansion a dozen times before you finally spotted him sitting atop the balcony. He made you promise him you wouldn’t tell anyone about his “big day.” So, you kept his secret, but that didn’t mean you didn’t want to do anything special for him. Even if it was just the two of you. That’s how it always was between the both of you anyway. Just the two of you off on your own.

If he hadn’t been listening to the sound of your footsteps coming up the balcony, he would have thought he was still out here alone.

“Do you know how disheartening it is when several people ask where your other half is and you have no idea?” you laugh as you take a seat next him.

“We’ve grown pretty attached, happy birthday by the way.”

“Thank you.” He smiles down at you.

“You must’ve been hiding from me then. Just because I promised I wouldn’t tell anyone about your birthday didn’t mean I didn’t want to do anything special for you.”

“Which is exactly why I’ve been hiding from you,” he jokes. “I told you, you didn’t have to anything for me, and I knew you’d find me eventually. Besides, I consider this special enough.”

“Watching the sun set?” you quip.

“Yes, with you.”

There’s a softness in the way he looks at you that you don’t think you’ve ever seen before and the way your heart thumps against your chest makes you want to get up and bolt away from his gaze.

You turn back to the horizon before taking in a deep breath before speaking again.

“I want to try something. You can say no, it’s just Hank’s about 100% sure that it’ll work, but…”

“Try what?”

“My power, since I can undo and reverse certain things, I mean I’ve only ever tried using my powers on something simple, this would be…” you trail off mid-sentence not knowing how to really ask him, since he always gets touchy about the topic.

“You want to try and…” he gestures to his wings as you nod your head in response.

“Hank thinks it’ll work?” he questions.

“Yes, but… I don’t know if I’ll be able to do it.”

“Won’t know unless you try, right?”  The expression on his face is unreadable but he holds out his hand for you before placing one them against his back where his wings begin.

“I trust you.”

And there’s that look again that makes your heart go haywire.

You exhale slowly before moving to stand behind him, your left hand slowly makes its way up close to where your right hand lay against his back.

You feel a slight shiver from him under your touch and the apprehensiveness about the situation seems to multiply.

A part of you wants to pull away and not try at all and Warren must sense your hesitance because he repeats. “I trust you.”

And that’s all the reassurance you need.

The first time you try, it feels like nothing’s happening.

The second time, you feel an overwhelming exertion on your powers that you’ve never felt before.

It’s mildly discomforting and it causes you to pull away quickly.

But, the third time, that exertion lightens up and becomes somewhat manageable.

Warren is sitting so still in front of you, his eyes shut so tightly. That you were getting ready to ask if he felt okay, but when the sound of metal rings out against the concrete like hard rain you forget how to speak.

Warren’s eyes shoot open at the sound as more of the metal blades fall around him to slowly reveal white feathers.

You can tell it’s causing him pain, but he’s trying his best hide it.

When the last remnants of the metal blades collide to the ground, you’re left speechless.

His wings were remarkable even with the metal, but this goes beyond that.

You stand there frozen in awe that it doesn’t even register that Warren has now turned to stand in front you, both your hands intertwined with his own.

And he’s smiling so brightly that it’s putting the damn sunset behind you to shame.

You don’t think you’ve ever seen him smile like this.

“I knew you could do it.” He says.

The whole situation has left you speechless.

He brings his hands up to the side of your face to refocus your attention on him.

As you were still staring at the forgotten metal blades scattered around you.

“Y/N?”

When you turn to look at him, you see the worried expression on his face.

“I’m fine. I’m just…,” struggling to find words “It worked.”

And there’s that million-dollar smile of his that brings you out of whatever stupor you were just in.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. You’re not in any pain or anything are you?”

He lets out a small laugh. “No, I’m fine. The best I’ve felt in a long while.”

And at that you return a smile of your own.

You aren’t sure how much time manages to go by, but you’re both standing so close to one another in comfortable silence that it would be almost criminal if it were to be broken.

Warren gently leans his forehead against your own.

The sentiment leaves your head spinning as you fight back the urge to break the silence.

Apart of you is fighting so hard to push down those words that are building up in the back of throat.

It would be so easy to let them slip,it could be good for you, for the both of you, but you still aren’t sure how to tell him or how he’ll even react at your declaration of…

But you don’t have time to think about what his reaction will be because the same words you were holding back on, are the exact words that silently pass his lips.

The faint whisper of “I love you.” that leaves you reeling away from his touch.

The fear that etches his face at your action almost breaks your heart, because you can tell that he doesn’t think you feel the same.

So, you step towards him again and you feel the heat rise to your cheeks before you give him a small smile. It was almost as if telling him would make those words have a greater meaning. He wouldn’t tell you until later, but he knew he had loved you for awhile, but now, he felt it was even more.

 And you finally tell him. “I love you.”

Now it’s his turn to reel away in surprise.

But his surprised expression only last for a split second before he’s smiling down at you again and pulling you against his chest in a hug.

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Since Scott had arrived, you and Alex have barely acknowledged him. The both of you too caught up in fighting to even focus on anything else.

And it only made the pair of you feel worse.

Alex was being drafted to fight in a war and you were planning to join him.

The possibility that Scott wouldn’t only be losing his brother, but you as well were finally dawning on the both of you.

“For my sake, can you please just stop fighting.” His voice faltering as he gets the words out.

Neither you or Alex have a chance to reply before Scott walks out the kitchen.

The silence that fills up the room between you and Alex is unbearable.

One of you needs to say something before this quickly turns back into an argument.

So, you take a deep breath before walking over in Alex’s direction.

“Will you just listen to me. Hear me out on this, please.” You tell him as you reach for his hand.

Alex doesn’t want to have this conversation with you. He’s told you already that he doesn’t want you to follow him into this. Pressing the idea of “Wouldn’t it better and safer for you if you just stayed home and looked out for Scott.” until he returned.

“Do you remember what you said when you gave me this?” you ask him as you point to the ring on your finger.

“Y/N…”

“Do you remember?” you ask him again before he nods his head yes.

“Of course I remember.”

“You told me, that no matter what you’d be by my side. You said you’d follow me into battle or war without a second thought, and I told you I’d do the same.”

“But..”

“There are no buts about this Alex. You and I made a promise to each other and from that day until our last I intend to keep to it.”

Alex sighs before he reaches for your hand and places a kiss on your ring finger. He pulls you in closer to him as he rests his forehead against yours.

“Together or not at all, right?” he says.

“Together or not at all.”

Shortly after you and Alex had come to an agreement, the both of you were able to spend the last few days with Scott and make the most of it.

That was seven months ago.

But it felt like years had gone by.

It was easy to lose track of time and what day it was out in the middle of nowhere for so long.

You and Alex were seated in one of the tents set up before your team made their way to where they’d be stationed for the night.

The team only set up the rest area to try and patch up as many of your injured as possible before heading to your destination.

It’s night, so it’s hard to see anything out amongst the large trees and bushes covering the small area.

A few soldiers are standing guard in case of an ambush.

When the injured are patched up and allowed a bit of rest, the team pack up and begin heading to the campground.

The walk to the camp was only fifteen minutes away.

It would take longer with so many of the team injured, but you were just hoping you’d all get there in one piece.

But you couldn’t shake the feeling that wasn’t going to happen.

To be honest, every time the team is out on the move somewhere this is always the only thought in the back of your mind.

Sometimes you all get back fine, and sometimes…

“Something doesn’t feel right.” Alex says to you as his eyes scan up the trees and around you.

You nod your head in silent agreement.

You turn around and see that the rest of the soldiers are just as exhausted as you are.

This was your last mission before you could all go back home to your families.

But the look in some of their eyes told you many of them knew they wouldn’t make it back.

“We’re almost there.”

And just as the words come out of your mouth, your head turns to the sound of someone screaming.

The team quickly turns to see what’s going on.

From the amount of blood coming from the wound of the guy’s arm, he’s just been shot.

You hadn’t even heard a gun go off.

It takes no more than a second for the soldiers to pull out their weapons and huddle together.

You don’t know where to look.

The lanterns now placed on the ground around the team is doing nothing to help identify the enemy.

It’s dead silent.

The only thing you can hear is the breathing of the soldiers around you.

But that’s short lived by the time you hear a bullet whizzing pass and hitting its mark into the soldier’s skull next to you.

One of the soldiers yell for you all to take cover and fire.

But none of you know where you are firing.

The only thing you hear is the sound of bullets and the shells falling to the ground like rain.

Alex was right by your side like always.

Both of you doing your best to cover each other and the rest of the group.

You are able to take down a few enemies as they sneak out from behind the trees and bushes and try to make their way towards you.

When the firing finally stops, you all pause a moment just in case there happens to be anymore enemies still hiding out.

When there’s no movement, you and the rest of the soldiers lower your guns.

Where there once was sixteen of you, now only eleven of you stand.

Your squad leader took a bullet to the knee and was struggling to get up.

You didn’t waste any time running to his aid to help him up.

As you help him up, you barely hear Alex and the rest of soldiers yelling for the both of you.

It’s not until you look in their direction that you notice.

Alex is running towards you, but it’s too late.

Everything happens all to quickly for you to register what’s going on.

Your squad leader pushes you out the way just as you hear a bang echo throughout the area.

There’s a ringing in your ears and your head is pounding.

You try to push yourself off the ground, but your body is too weak to support your own weight.

Parts of your squad leader and another fallen soldier lay strewn on the ground around you.

When you shakily lift a hand to your head and pull it back, it’s covered in blood.

And all to soon it’s feels like a black cloud is squeezing your brain.

You can see Alex as he rushes over to you.

He falls to his knees as he moves to pull you into his lap.

“Hey baby, stay with me.” The panic so evident in his voice.

You’re trying to keep your eyes open, but it’s too hard.

The pain is too much and you can’t fight it.

“Y/N, I need you to keep your eyes open. Just look at me baby.”

You can feel how hard Alex is shaking as he tries to get you to look at him.

The distance noise of bullets raining down and what feels like tears against your skin is the last thing you remember before everything fades to black.

The steady beep from the heart monitor is the first thing you hear when you awake.

When you open your eyes, you scan over the small hospital room you are in.

You notice at the foot of the bed there’s a boy with dark hair whose head is laying against his folded arms.

You move to sit up a little bit, and because of the movement the boy slowly lifts his head up.

Despite the fact he’s wearing tinted red glasses, you can tell by the look on his face that his eyes are open in shock.

Before you can say anything, he’s yelling for someone.

It doesn’t take long for the sound of footsteps coming down the hall to your room to come.

The instant he sees you, he runs over to you and places a kiss to your forehead.

“How do you feel?” he asks. One of his hands cupping the side of your face.

“I feel fine.” You reply as you move his hand away from you.

“But I think you have me confused for someone else.” You tell him.

The perplexed look in your eyes from moving his hand away and what you said is confirmation enough.

“Y/N.” he says as his hand reaches for you again, but he stops himself.

“Do you know who I am?”

You can sense his nervousness and it breaks your heart a little because he clearly knows you, but...

“No.” was your response.

All he does is turn to look at the dark-haired boy beside him and they both look pained.

Short term memory loss is what the doctor had told you.

You had been in a coma for four weeks.

You suffered a pretty bad blow to the head due a bomb being set off and lost a lot of blood. The doctor had told both the Summers brothers that there was a possibility you’d wake and not remember much.

Alex just wasn’t expecting you to forget who he and Scott were entirely.

When the doctor gave Alex the okay that you could be released and go home, you weren’t too eager to leave with someone you’ve just met, even though the man claimed to be your husband.

The doctor told you it could be beneficial and help you regain your memory if you went home with the man, so you complied.

However, you would only stay for a short period of time.

If you felt like things were slowly coming back to you, you’d stay, but if nothing seemed to resurface, then you’d leave.

And everything still felt so foreign.

The two weeks since you’ve been back to your so called home felt like anything but.

Alex and Scott were being as kind and helpful as a person could possibly be, but it wasn’t helping you regain what you had loss.

But they weren’t going to give up.

It was taking a toll on Alex though.

You once used to know this place like the back of your hand, and now he sees you walking around your house as if you’ve never been here before.

Seeing the unfamiliarity with not only him, but the house you bought together gave way to him doubting that maybe he’d lost apart of you for good and that there was no coming back.

The thought of having to rebuild a bond, a relationship, and a marriage between the two of you scared him more than he could put into words.

His mind plagued at the thoughts that you’d leave and there’d be no reconciliation between the two of you what so ever.

A sudden knock on the bedroom door pulls him from his thoughts for just a moment.

When you open the door, you see him sitting at the foot of the bed.

“Can I come in?” you ask unsure if he wanted to see you.

“You don’t have to ask Y/N, this is our home.” He replies.

But there’s that glimpse of uncertainty that crosses your face which adds to that crushing feeling that you will end up leaving.

“I wanted to talk to you if that’s okay.” You say as you take the empty spot on the bed next to him.

“Of course. What is it?” he asks as he turn to you.

This is the closet you’ve been to him since you arrived to your so-called home, and there’s so much sadness in his eyes and you can tell he hasn’t been sleeping from the dark circles that have formed under his eyes.

You take one of his hands which takes him by surprise.

“You and Scott have been doing all you can to help me regain my memory, and I appreciate everything you’ve been doing for me...”

“But, you want to leave.” Alex states.

It’s not a question, he knows.

“No.” you frown.

“What? You want to stay?” he asks surprised.

“Yes, I think being here is helping. The photos Scott showed me earlier, there was a photo of you and a boy I’ve never met, but I knew his name was Sean Cassidy and there was a photo of you and your parents and I knew who they were too.”

“This is good, right?” you ask when he doesn’t respond.

“Of course. The doctor said it could be awhile for you to fully regain your memory and I promise I will wait by your side no matter how long it takes.”

“I trust you and Scott.”

“Good. We are in this together, alright?” Alex says as he places a kiss to the back of your hand.

You smile at the gesture before standing up to head out the room.

“Together or not at all.” you say before wishing him good night.

Those words repeat in Alex’s head as you close the bedroom door.

Those five words hold so much meaning in your relationship and to hear you say them, even unknowingly. Alex knows that soon enough you’ll remember the importance of those words.

And whatever doubts he had in his mind minutes before you walked into the room have left him completely.

Because you were right.

You were in this together or not at all.

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As he’s watching the clock tick away and getting closer to 8, Ward is debating on whether or not he should tell Joy to call one of her friends to go with her instead.

As he gets out his seat, Joy comes back into his office with her coat and purse.

“We should get going in case there’s any traffic.”

But Joy knows that expression on Ward’s face all too well.

“You’re not planning on bailing on me, are you?” she asks.

“Joy, why don’t you call one of your friends or get someone here at the office to go with you?”

“Seriously? No Ward, I’m not letting you sit another night in here. We’re going. Even if it’s just for one night, you and I both know we need to get away from the office for a bit. We won’t stay for more than an hour.”

Ward sighs, running his fingers through his hair.

“Fine. Let’s go before I change my mind.” He says grabbing his coat from the back of his chair.

It was a good call on Joy’s part in having them leave Rand when they did. The city is always busy around this time, but the traffic seems to be worse tonight.

When they get to the restaurant, Ward’s mood worsens when he sees the number of people inside.

Inevitably, since it’s the opening of this brand new five-star restaurant it was packed.

The man at the front door is yelling “Reservations only!”

When Joy and Ward reach the entrance, the man ask for their names to make sure they are on the list before ushering them inside.

As he ushers them in, a waiter comes up and show’s them to their table.

“Thank you.” Joy says to the waiter as they’re seated.

“This view is incredible.” She says admiring the sight of the city from the large windows that are spread along the walls of the three-story establishment.

“We see the same view from our offices.” Ward adds under his breath.

Joy scoffs. “Come on Ward, at least try to have a good time.”

When the waiter comes back, Joy orders a bottle of wine for the both of them as they wait for their meal.

Joy is making small talk and Ward is trying to have a good time.

The keyword is “trying.”

He’d rather be at the office. He’s never liked going out to these kinds of restaurants, especially if it was for business. He always found himself preferring to get food brought to the office so he can enjoy it on his own. 

Their food doesn’t take long to get to them.

The meal was great and even though Joy said they wouldn’t stay for more than hour they eventually do. 

He doesn’t want to tell her that he wants to leave, this is the best mood he’s seen her in all week.

If Joy wanted to sit here until the restaurant closed, he wouldn’t say a word.

Luckily for him about ten minutes’ pass before she says she’s ready to go.

She excuses herself to restroom as he waits for the check.

When Joy doesn’t come back to the table, Ward figures she probably thought he went to wait outside for the car already.

After he pays and gets up from the table, he spots Joy at the bar talking to someone.

When she sees him, Joy motions for him to come over.

“Y/N this is my brother Ward. Ward this is Y/N.” Joy smiles at the two of them.

When Ward turns towards her, he’s stunned.

It’s not like he hasn’t seen a beautiful woman before, but there’s something about her smile and her soft (Y/E/C) eyes that has him sputtering while he reaches out to shake her hand.

“Nice to meet you.” Ward finally manages to get out.

“It’s nice to meet you as well.” She says still smiling.

“Y/N is a friend of mine from college. I haven’t seen her in years.” Joy tells her brother before he looks down at his phone when he receives a text message from their driver.

“Our driver is here.”

“Okay. Y/N we have to do something now that you’re back. I’ll set something up maybe for next Thursday?”

“Next Thursday is perfect.”

“Perfect, I’ll see you then.” Joy says as she moves to hug her friend.

“It was nice meeting you.” Y/N says to Ward.

“It was nice meeting you too.” He responds as him and Joy head towards the front exit.

But before he walks out the building, Ward turns to catch one more glimpse of her sitting at the bar.

“Ward. I need to ask for a favor.” Joy says as she walks into his office.

“What’s wrong?”

“You remember Y/N, right? I introduced you to her the other night.”

Of course he remembered her. For some reason, he hadn’t stopped thinking about this girl since they left.

“Yes, I remember her.” He says clearing his throat.

“We made plans tonight, but something came up and I can’t make it…”

“Joy, no. Just tell her you can’t make it and make plans for another day.” Already knowing what Joy is going to ask him.

“We made reservations and she’s already there!”

How did Joy expect him to fill in for her when he barely knows this girl?

“Ward please.”

“Joy.”

“Ward.” Joy is basically staring Ward down.

“Fine.” Ward sighs throwing his hands up in defeat.

“Thank you.”

“Where do I meet her?”

“The same restaurant we met her at.”

“Alright.” Ward says as he walks out the office.

On the drive over to the restaurant, to say Ward was freaking out is a bit of an understatement. He barely knows this girl, but yet he hasn’t stopped thinking about her. They said hello and goodbye and that’s it. But here he is being thrown into having dinner with a girl he’s barely said more than 10 words to. This should be interesting.

When he gets to the restaurant, he spots her seated at one of the tables.

“Y/N.”

“Ward, it’s nice to see you again.” She says standing to shake his hand.

“It’s great to see you again too, I’m sorry Joy couldn’t make it.”

“It’s fine. I’m sure you’re just as good of company as she is.” She smiles.

“I hope so.”

When he takes the seat opposite her, he already has the feeling that this is going to be a long night.

It’s either going to go terrible or they’ll both end up having a good time.

Luckily enough, they end up having a terrific time.

It’s going so well, that they’ve completely lost track of time. 

For three hours they’ve been here talking about almost any and everything.

When she tells him that should probably get going, he offers to give her a ride home.

Ward doesn’t remember the last time he’s been this at ease and comfortable around another person that wasn’t Joy.

He offers her a ride home just to keep this night going a little while longer.

When they arrive at her apartment she tells Ward that she had a great time and he expects that to be it, but when she says “We should do this again.” He doesn’t say no.

“Maybe in a couple of weeks?.” She asks.

“Absolutely.”

“Great, thank you again for tonight.” She smiles at him as she gives him her number.

“No, thank you. I look forward to seeing you again.” Ward tells her before she shuts the car door and walks up the steps of her apartment.

When he’s heading back to the office, the only thing going through his mind is how a couple of weeks is too long to have to see her again.

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Finally! I’ve written something for Ward. I intended for this to be a one fic kind of thing, but since I don’t have the time to write as much as I’d like, I decided on making it into multiple parts instead. So here’s part 1 of my little series. I’m looking forward to how this will come together. Lots of ideas floating about so who knows where I’ll go with this. Feedback would be greatly appreciated as always.

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It’s the shattering of a bottle and a scream that makes you turn your head to look down the alley and see that a fight is happening. This wasn’t a new sight for you, fights happened all the time around here. Especially this late at night. This fight however was three against one.

“HEY!” you yell.

The men run off as one of them clutches their bloody arm that has a deep gash caused from the broken bottle you see shining on the ground. 

Once the men are out of sight you rush over to the person who’s struggling to move back against the bricked wall. You’re yelling for help, but when you get close enough you go silent and you’re stopped in your tracks by the sight of large white wings that’s covered in gravel and blood.

“They made me waste a perfectly good drink.” He laughs as his head hangs low.

You don’t know what to do. Do you call an ambulance? You thought to yourself. Or so you thought. When he responded “No. It’s just a few scratches. I’ll live. I’ve been through worse.” And something tells you he has.

As he struggles to get up and falls right back to the ground, you grab one of his arms and sling it over your shoulder as you head towards the entrance of the bar across the street. This guy can barely stand up on his own, let alone walk and you can’t just leave him out here like this.

When you walk into the bar, the owner rushes to help you as you struggle trying to hold this guy up and get him through the door without his wings hitting against the door frame.

“Y/N, I thought you were going home. What the hell happened?”

“So did I Mitch, but him and three other guys were fighting in the alley. They ran off and I couldn’t just leave him there.”

The bar was pretty empty tonight aside from Carlos and Wendy who liked to hang out until it was closing time. They both greet you but neither makes a move to help. Carlos is too busy stuttering about the fact that this guy you’re dragging in here has wings. Mitch sighs as he leads you to the back room where you can take the guy to get cleaned up.

“You could’ve gotten yourself hurt Y/N! You should have left him.”

You shook your head.

“You and I both know I couldn’t have done that.”

“I know.” Mitch says as he sighs again.

“There’s a first aid kit and medicine under the counter.”

“Thank you!” You call out to him as he closes the door.

You kick a stool from under the sink to let the guy sit on while you rummage around for the bandages and medicine.

“You’re quite popular here.” The guy says to you.

“Yeah, and you’re not.” was your response.

“That’s true.” he says with a laugh, but then clutches the side of his chest.

“If you have broken ribs, I’m afraid that’s beyond my knowledge of healing.”

“There not broken. One of those pricks just got a good kick in.”

You move to sit in front of him as you pull out a box of bandages and antiseptic wipes.

“This will sting a little.” you tell him as you take a hold of his hands and run the wipe over his bloody knuckles.

He lets out a hiss as you wipe away the blood and dirt.

“How do they know your name out there?” He asks to keep his mind off the fact that the back of his hands feel like they’re on fire.

“I work here.”

He snickers. “You work here?”

“Yes, what’s wrong with that?”

“Nothing, you just don’t look like the type of person who’d work in a bar. Especially around here.”

You don’t respond. You just move a hand to his chin to lift his head and wipe off the remaining blood. When you lift his head, he brushes his hair away from his face. To say you were a little surprised would be an understatement. He was handsome. Even with a bloody lip, a couple of bruises and scratches that now littered his face.

"Please don’t tell me they screwed up my face.” He says.

He was wondering why you were staring so long.

“You know, for someone who just got their ass kicked. You’re pretty full of yourself.”

He laughs. “Trust me, I went easy on them. I could have killed all three of them if I wanted by the time you made it down the alley.”

“Why didn’t you?”

“I didn’t need to.”

“Have you killed anyone before?” you ask as you place your hands in your lap.

“No, I just get into a lot of fights.”

“Is that how that happened?” you ask pointing to his wing.

The immediate change in his expression told you that was not something he wanted to talk about.

“Sorry.” you say as you finish bandaging his knuckles and face.

“You’re all done. The wounds should heal easily as long as you stay out of fights. So, keep that in mind.

“I can’t make that promise.” He says as he shrugs back on a black leather jacket.

“Thank you.” He tells you as he heads out the door.

“You’re welcome.” you respond as you move to clean up the mess of bloody rags and bandages.

When you finally clean up, you grab your things so you can go home.

Well, that’s what you thought for the second time tonight.

You don’t know where you expected him to go, but you weren’t expecting him to be sitting at the bar asking Mitch for a second drink.

“Seriously, don’t you think you should take it easy on the alcohol?” you ask.

“Nope.” he says as he downs another shot.

“Another.” he calls out to Mitch.

Mitch looks at you and you shake your head silently telling him not to give this guy another drink.

“Where do you live?” you ask him.

“Around. Why?”

“Considering you’re getting pretty drunk, I’m walking you home.”

"Thanks, but you’ve helped me enough. I appreciate the offer though.”

“I wasn’t offering, I’m telling.”

Mitch laughs. “Kid, I’m not serving you another drink, so it’s best you go with Y/N.”

The guy looks from Mitch to you and shrugs his shoulder as he gets up from the bar stool.

You quickly move to help him before he face plants on the wooden floor.

“Seems like you need me after all.”

The guys only response is a groan.

“Bye Mitch. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Bye Y/N! Make sure you give me a call when you get home so I know you got there safely.”

“I will.”

“And kid.” He calls out to the guy slumping on your shoulder.

“You’re lucky, any other person would have left you bloody and beaten in the alley. Your real lucky it was Y/N.”

“Yeah, thanks for saving my ass.” He says to you.

As you struggle to open the bar door the cold wind feels like a glass of cold water thrown into your face.

“Come on, I need you to help me out. You’re heavy and I can’t carry you.”

“Alright, alright.” He says as he loudly moves his feet against the sidewalk.

“Okay good, now where do you live?”

“I don’t know.”

You sigh. This wasn’t how you were planning on spending your Friday night.

“Alright then, looks like I’ll have a roommate tonight.” you say more to yourself than to him as you cross the street and head towards your apartment.

Trying to get this guy inside the building as quietly as you could was a fail.

His wings knocking against every door you passed to get to yours.

When you open your door the both of you go crashing to the floor.

He thought it was hilarious, letting out a good loud laugh as you both struggled to get to your feet.

“Okay, shut up!” You whispered.

All this does is make him laugh louder.

“Are you done?” you ask him when he finally stops laughing.

“Yeah, I think so.”

“Good. I guess you can take my room since I don’t think the couch will be big enough for you.”

“The couch is fine.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure, you’ve done enough for me in one night. I don’t want to take over your room too.”

“Okay.” You say as you move to pull out blankets and pillows for the closet to arrange them on the couch.

Once you set up the couch as comfortable as you can, you head to the kitchen.

When you walk back into the living room you hand him a glass of water and a bottle of aspirin.

“Here. This should help with the hangover you’ll probably have.”

“Thank you.” He says as he takes the glass of water from you and drinks it along with an aspirin.

“Alright, well I’m going to bed. The bathroom is on your left and there’s towels and extra blankets in the cabinet to your right.” You tell him as you turn to head to your room.

“Thank you again for helping me out tonight.”

“You’re welcome.” You yawn as you’re getting ready to close your bedroom door.

“I just realized I never asked you your name?”

“Warren.”

“Warren. Well, goodnight Warren.” You say yawning again.

“Goodnight Y/N.” he replies.

Apart of you is wondering if you’re crazy for letting a total stranger crash here, but you’re too tired to care at this point.

You go to your bathroom to get cleaned up and then hop into bed.

As soon as your head hits the pillow, you went straight to sleep.

You aren’t sure what time it is when you wake up, not by choice though. You still felt like you needed at least two more hours before you were ready to get up.

But you hear something shatter in your living and you spring out of bed thinking someone has broken in.

That is until you swing your door open and are greeted with an immediate 

“I’m Sorry!”

This is why you offered him the bedroom instead of the small living room.

One of his wings had knocked over a lamp that was sitting on a small table at the foot of the sofa.

You weren’t really paying attention to the broken lamp however.

Warren looked much better than he did just last night.

He doesn’t seem to be hungover like you thought he would be, and his wings are pure white. The blood and dirt that hid their beauty having been washed away.

You walk to the supply closet to grab a broom to sweep up the broken glass.

“Here, I’ll do it.” He says as he takes the broom from your hands.

You walk to the kitchen to make a pot of coffee.

“Did you sleep alright?” you ask him.

“Yeah, I slept fine. You?”

“Good. Still a little exhausted, but good.”

He smiles and then clears his throat.

“I should probably get going.”

“Remember where you live now?” you laugh.

The fact that he pauses before giving you an answer makes you worry.

“You do have somewhere to go, right?”

“I don’t ever stay in one place for long.”

“That doesn’t really answer my question.” You tell him.

“No.”

“No that doesn’t answer my question or no you don’t have anywhere to go?”

“Both, but no I don’t have anywhere to go.”

“Where were you staying before?”

You can tell he’s hesitant to tell you, but he’s thinking about all you’ve done for him and you don’t even know him. 

He figures he might as well tell you.

“I wasn’t really staying anywhere. I was a part of this fight club a few towns over…”

“A fight club?”

“Yes, some assholes got a kick out of mutants fighting one another for sport. They started this underground fight club that I was apart of for a while, but I got away during a fight with an opponent which is why one of my wings are damaged. I’ve been trying to lay low in case they’re out looking for me.”

“Laying low? You just got into fight last night!” you bellow.

“I said trying! And that’s really all you got out of that?”

“No. It’s just…I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what?” he ask.

“For what you probably had to go through.”

He sighs. “I’m fine.”

You can tell he’s lying.

You stay quiet for a couple of minutes while you think.

“Look Warren, if you need…”

“No, Y/N. You’ve done enough. I don’t want you to get involved if these jerks really are looking for me. If I can keep you out of this, I will.”

“I can look out for myself.”

“I don’t doubt that, but I don’t think you understand what these people are capable of.”

“Then where do you plan on going?”

“I don’t know. I’ll figure something out.” He says as he pulls his jacket on.

“Are you leaving now?” you ask him.

“Yes.” He says as he makes his way towards the door.

“Warren, I literally just offered you a place to stay and your leaving to do what?”

“I don’t know.”

“Then why are you leaving?”

“Why do care so much about helping me?”

“Not everyone around here is an asshole you know?”

“Yeah. I’m starting to get that.” He smiles.

“Sure maybe most people wouldn’t let a stranger stay the night in their place but…”

“But what?”  he asks.

“You need help so let me help you. I can try and get you a job at the bar I work, if you promise not to drink on the job. You can stay here until you get enough money to find your own place or whatever. So, will you let me help?

He sighs and takes a moment to think about this. He knows he has nowhere else to go, no money to take a train somewhere else, and here you are standing in front of him offering all of that. He wants to say no. There’s the little voice in the back of his head telling him to leave, but…

“Alright.”

He decides to stay.

You let out a sigh of relief. “Good.” you smile as you head back to the kitchen after hearing the coffee pot go off.

And that’s part of the reason he’s decided to stay. That smile. He’s only seen it twice since you’ve met, and he knows if he would have turned down your offer. He wouldn’t have seen it again when he left.

 You do exactly what you told him you would. 

When you get to the bar that night you ask Mitch if he can hire Warren. 

Mitch was telling you how he was looking for someone to hire, so why not Warren? 

Mitch was hesitant as first.

“Y/N, the kid has huge wings coming out of his back! How will he work without knocking shit over with every turn he makes?”

Mitch was a good guy; he was like you. He had no problem with mutants and saw them just like anyone else he ran into.

Mitch sighs. “Y/N I know you want to help the boy, but…”

“Mitch, come on.” You whine. “Look, I’ll show him around. I’ll show him how to make the drinks, everything. He’ll be my responsibility.”

“Dammit Y/N, fine! The kid can have the job.”

“Thank you Mitch!” you squeal as you hug him.

“Yeah, yeah. He can start tonight.” Mitch tells you as he ruffles your hair.

You hop down from the bar stool and make your way over to Warren.

“He said no didn’t he?” he asks.

“No, you got the job!” You smile.

“What? I didn’t need to show off my skills or anything?”

“If your skills include not breaking anything, Mitch really doesn’t care.” You laugh.

“Okay, so I don’t break anything and I keep the job?”

“Basically, and no fighting or drinking. Then you won’t get fired.”

“Alright, I think I can do this.” He says.

“I’m glad to hear the enthusiasm because you start work tonight.”

“What? Already, I don’t know the first thing about making drinks.”

“That’s why I’m about to show you. You’re my trainee.” You tell him as you grab his arm and lead him towards the bar.

“I’ll show you how to make the simple drinks, usually the ones people order the most here.”

“So we are starting out easy until the drinks get harder to make, right?” he questions.

“None of them are really hard to make.”

“How long have you been doing this?”

“Almost a year.”

“And that’s why it doesn’t seem hard. You’ve been doing this for a while. I’m sure I’ll screw up making one of these simple drinks you’re talking about.”

“Try not to.” You tell him as you pat him on the shoulder.

“Alright I’m going to show you how to make a martini.”

But he’s not listening. Not when he’s seeing you smile again.

Warren’s first night on the job was a breeze. Nothing broke and he insisted on serving a few more customers to become a little more confident with mixing the drinks.

One night of work down, many more to go.

Two months have gone by since Warren started working at the bar, and it’s safe to say that he’s gotten better with every shift.

Even though he had saved up enough money to find his own place a couple of weeks ago, you enjoyed his company.

And he enjoyed yours so you both practically became housemates.

Warren didn’t leave the apartment other than to go to work, still fearing the people in charge of the fight club would be lurking around.

You both had to go into work a little earlier tonight because Mitch would be taking the day off.

When you both head down to the bar and open up, a few of the regulars come in and greet you both as they take a seat at the bar and order a drink.

While Warren headed to the back room to replace a few of the empty liquor bottle with new ones, a group of men come bursting into the bar.

You can tell all three of them are already drunk as they make their way to the vacant bar stools.

As one of them whistles at you to call you over you already know that they will be trouble.

“What can I get for you?” you ask.

“Three beers.” One of the men replies.

“Alright.”

“And grab one for yourself too baby.”

You silently groan to yourself as you grab three beers and head back over to the counter.

“Thanks, but I can’t drink on the job.”

“When do you get off? We can have a couple drinks. What do you say?” the man says eyeing you up and down.

“I’ll pass.” You were getting ready to tell him.

Until all three men immediately jumped to their feet as Warren came back to the front.

“You son of a bitch!” one of the men yelled breaking a beer bottle over the side of the counter.

You realize that this is the same three men Warren had gotten into a fight that night in the alley.

As Warren walks towards them you put a hand against his chest to stop him from getting any closer.

“If you’re going to start trouble, leave now.” You say turning to the men.

“We’re not going anywhere. We are paying customers.”

“Yeah, paying customers.” Another one of them echoes.

“So how about you get us some more drinks toots.”

You nod your head as you push Warren to the backroom.

“Look, just stay in here until they leave.” You tell him.

“You and I both know that those assholes aren’t going to leave with causing a fight.”

You sigh because you know he’s right.

“Well to avoid that happening, just stay on this side all right?”

“I don’t want you near them.” Warren says as he holds the door closed before you can open it.

“No one else is here to serve them and you can’t do it. I’ll be fine. Come on.” You tell him as he moves to let you through.

You grab three more beers and set them in front of the men as you move to take another customers order.

Warren is turning his head back every couple of seconds to make sure you’re alright.

The men are clearly aware of this, and since they don’t plan on leaving without a fight. They plan to use this to their advantage.

“Hey toots, come here for a second.”

“Yes?” you say walking back over to them.

“You said you couldn’t drink on the job. What are you doing after you get off work? You never gave me an answer on whether you wanted to share a few drinks with me?”

“Thanks for the offer, but no.” You tell him as politely as you can.

As you begin to walk away, he grabs you by the wrist.

“Oh come on. Just one drink.”

“Hey!” Warren yells as he comes rushing over to you and grabs the guy by the back of his head and shoving his face into the bar counter.

The second guy hops up on a bar stool, but Warren pushes him to the ground before he can get any closer.

The third guy doesn’t even try to put up a fight. He just holds his hands up in surrender.

“Get out!” Warren yells.

The three men quickly get up and leave the bar.

“Are you okay?” Warren asks.

“I’m fine, are you okay?” you ask in response.

He sighs. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

Carlos slowly walks up to the counter to where the both of you are standing.

“If you want to close up earlier than usual tonight, I’ll tell everyone to leave.”

You look to Warren and you know it’s best if you just close for the night.

“Yeah, that’s fine Carlos. Thanks.” You reply.

“No problem.” He says as he starts telling everyone to clear out.

After you and Warren lock up, you head out.

When you get back to the apartment Warren goes to sit on the sofa as he tries to soothe the tension on the back of his hand.

You walk to the kitchen and grab an ice pack out the freezer.

“Here.” You say tossing him the pack.

“Thanks.”

“I did tell you to stay out it.”

“I know.”

“I told you I’d handle it.”

“I know Y/N, but…” he trails off.

“But what?”

He laughs “Are you seriously this blind?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I guess so.” He says to himself.

“Warren?”

“For crying out loud.” He says as he gets up from the sofa and walks right over to you.

“What are you…”

You’re cut off when his lips meet yours.

“I don’t want you getting hurt because of me.” He says.

“Oh.”

“Oh? That’s your only response?”

You hadn’t meant to just say “Oh.” But the fact that he just kissed you had you pretty stunned.

But you’re smiling.

“I’m going to take that as a good “Oh” then?” he laughs.

“Mhhmm.”

“Good.” He says as he kisses you again.

 When you both show up for work the next day, Mitch notices something is different between the two of you but he doesn’t know what.

It’s not until he heads to the back room for something that he sees you and Warren kissing.

He smiles to himself before clearing his throat.

“I’m not paying you two to be back here kissing. There are customers out there who are waiting for some drinks to be made.”

“Sorry Mitch.” You say embarrassed as you make your way pass him.

“What she said.” Warren says to Mitch before walking pass him also.

But Mitch holds up a hand to Warren’s chest.

“Promise me something kid, will you?”

Warren nods his head.

“You’ll make sure to look out for Y/N right?”

“Of course.” Warren replies swallowing the lump in his throat.

“Alright then.” Mitch says patting Warren on the chest.

Warren was the first one up. He always was.

But only now was he grateful for that.

You’re still asleep, and you look so peaceful.

His fingertips trace down from your cheekbone to your shoulders light enough to not wake you.

When the phone starts ringing, Warren slowly gets out of bed.

“Hello?”

“Hey kid, it’s Mitch.”

“Oh, hey Mitch. Do you need me to come down…?”

“No. I need you to listen alright?”

“Alright.” Warren says.

“These guys just came in here about 5 minutes ago. They had been waiting out in the front since I opened this morning.”

Warren’s immediate thought is that it was those assholes he fought with again.

“They were asking for you. They said some guys told them they could find you here.”

“Shit.”

“Kid? Are you in some sort of trouble with these people? I can call the police?”

“No. What did you tell them?”

“I told them you didn’t work here anymore and that you left town.”

Warrens sighs. “Alright then, that should give me enough time.”

“Time for what? Kid, who are these people?”

“It doesn’t matter. Thanks for everything Mitch.” Warren says as he hangs up the phone.

Warren’s running his fingers through his hair and trying to figure out what he’s going to do now. They are looking for him, and sooner or later they are going to find out he’s here.

He wasn’t expecting for them to catch up with him after a few months since he escaped.

He thought it would take a week or a few days at the most.

But it’s months.

Months for him to become accustomed to the area.

Months for him to become friends with a couple of the locals.

Months for him to care about the people here.

And months for him to fall for her.

And now…

When you wake up it’s probably around 11 am.

Warren’s not in bed and you don’t hear him in the kitchen like you usually do.

But the smell of freshly brewed coffee tells you otherwise.

You get out of bed and grab a t-shirt to throw on.

When you walk out into the living room, Warren’s not there.

You walk into the kitchen and pickup your coffee that has now gone cold.

You pop it into the microwave for a few minutes before taking it back to your room.

Warren must have gone out for something, you thought to yourself.

Walking back to your room and carefully siting on the bed with your cup of coffee, you grab one of the pillows to place behind you so you can sit back.

That’s when you found the letter.

It was folded neatly and your name was written on the outside.

You pick it up off the cover and open it.

Your eyes are scanning across the letter not really reading it until you reach the end and read the words “I’m sorry.”

As you read through the whole letter this time, your hands are clutching at your shirt.

And you realize, it was one of his.

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-He’s watching you as you quickly turn the pages of the textbooks in front of you, furiously jotting down notes in the margins of the questions marked with a red pen.

- “Y/N!” he calls out.

- “I’m almost done.” You say, not even looking up from the work in front of you.

-You’ve said this three times already.

-Every time he calls your name, you either ignore him or tell him you’re almost done.

-Peter gets up and walks over to you.

- “Y/N, you need to take a break. You’ve been going over this exam for hours now.”

- “Peter, I’m fine. I’ll take a break when I’m finished.” You say shooing him off.

- “Alright that’s it.” Peter says as he grabs the exam and textbooks from the table.

-He’s out of the door before you’ve realized what’s happened.

-The second he returns to the room he says “I’ll give everything back after you take a break.”

- “Maximoff, if you don’t bring me my stuff right now!”

-He’s half tempted to go racing to retrieve them.

-Whenever you call him by his last name, he knows you’re serious.

-But he can’t stand seeing you like this any longer, so he doesn’t break.

-If he has to drag you out the house for some fresh air, then so be it.

- “Y/N, just do this for me okay? Just take a small break please.”

-You sigh. “Peter, I…”

- “Don’t say you’re fine because you aren’t. Just come with me for a few minutes or else I’ll leave you in the middle of nowhere.”

- “You wouldn’t!” you shriek.

- “If it got you away from the school work, I would.”

-And the deadpan expression on his face shows you that he is not kidding.

- “Okay, okay!” you quickly get out.

- “Good. One second.” He says as he kisses you on the forehead before he speeds off.

-You don’t even have time to roll your eyes before he’s back.

- “Ready?” he says holding his arm out for you to take.

- “No.” you say.

- “That’s too bad.” He retorts.

-When you reach your destination, you look around to observe your surroundings.

-Peter’s brought you to a forest, and there beside the river is a small picnic.

-You turn to look at him “You said only a few minutes.”

- “Yeah, well I lied. You need a break, so come on.” He says as he pushes you towards the red and white checkered blanket that is covered with various foods.

-As you’re moving to sit, he’s already eaten a Twinkie and he’s reaching for his second.

- “One box I get, but why do you need to have 2 more. There’s 10 in each box Peter!” You tease.

- “Because Y/N.” Was all you could understand as he crammed another cake in his mouth.

-Even though you told yourself that you didn’t need a break, you’re happy Peter talked you into it.

-Since you had woken up, you had been going through your textbooks to fill in the correct answers of every missed question and review each one over and over until it was stuck in your head.

-You hadn’t realized how exhausted you were.

-But being out the house, enjoying the scenery, the sound of the river flowing pass and the smile on Peter’s face.

-You now felt better.

-As you get up and walk towards the river, you make your way over to sit on one of the rocks as you kick off your shoes and socks along with the rest of your clothes.

-It’s the splash of you jumping into the river and screaming from how cold it is that Peter even notices you had gotten up.

-When he sees you, he laughs and runs towards the river kicking his clothes off as he yells “CANNONBALL” before jumping into the water.

-When he emerges, his silver hair is covering his face.

-You make your way over to him and gently run your fingers through his hair to push it back.

- “Having a good time?”

- “Nope.” You joke as you move pass him to continue swimming.

-He laughs as he watches you swim around until you grow tired and turn to lay on your back.

-Your eyes are closed as you continue to float along the water.

-Peter can’t take his eyes off you.

-The way the water is glistening on your skin and the sun shining overhead.

-That look of content on your face is all it takes for him to be happy.

-It bothers him when you work yourself to hard about school and you do it quite often.

-So, he’s always there to whisk you away when he knows you need to take a break.

-Even when you put up a fight and say you’re fine.

-He always knows.

-And you love him for that.

-You need to learn to let yourself relax and not stress too much.

-When you open your eyes, Peter is seated on one of the rocks closest to the river with a towel wrapped around him and another towel placed on top of your clothes.

-You swim over to where he’s seated and climb out to join him.

- “We can leave in a minute.”

- “Can we stay another hour or so?” you ask while yawning.

-Peter smiles. “Yeah.” He replies as he wraps an arm around your shoulder.

- “Thank you Peter for always taking care of me.”

- “Anytime.” He says as he places a kiss to your cheek.

-You weren’t even aware that you were dozing off.

-When you wake up, you’re in your room with Peter laying by your side.

-The soft snores coming from him and the last light that is still coming from outside illuminate his silver hair.

-You move yourself closer to him as you place a kiss to his shoulder and drift back to sleep.

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- “Hey.” you say.

- “Here let me help you with that, Your Y/N, right? I’m Reggie.” he says as he grabs the books out of your hand.

- “Thank you. Yes, I’m new here. Which is why I’m struggling trying to find my next class.” You say looking over your schedule again.

- “I might be able to help with that.”

- “Mantle! You were supposed to be in class 15 minutes ago, get in here before I mark you as absent.”

-You and Reggie both turn around to see Mr. Flutesnoot standing by the door.

- “Oh Ms. Y/L/N, is everything alright?”

- “Everything’s alright Mr. Flutesnoot, I’m just helping her find her class.” Reggie says before you could reply.

- “Alright, well show Ms. Y/L/N where she needs to go and hurry up and come to class.” He adds before he closes the room door.

“Reggie turns back to you and smiles. “Okay, so firstly we are currently in the wrong building. Your class is located this way.”

-You follow him as he leads you out the building.

- “How are you liking Riverdale so far?”

- “It’s really nice, I think I’m going to like it here.”

-As Reggie shows you where your class is located he strikes up a conversation about what school you transferred from and why you moved.

-When you finally show up outside the classroom door, Reggie hands you your books.

- “Thank you.” You tell him.

- “It’s no problem. If you aren’t busy Friday night, my football teams having a game. Will you come?”

- “Sure.”

- “Cool, I’ll see you there.” He smiles.

-The night of the first game, Reggie was excited for you to see him play.

-He’s a showoff, and that’s exactly what he was going to do tonight. Be a showoff because he knew you would be in the crowd.

-When the team comes out to the field, he scans the crowd to find you, and when he does he smiles.

- “What are you smiling about?” Archie asks him.

- “None of your business Andrews, let’s just win tonight’s game.”

-And they do indeed win the game.

-When the game is over Reggie invites you to hang out.

-The team was going to celebrate with a couple of others at the town’s local diner.

-You accept his invitation.

-When you all arrive at Pop’s, you move to sit in one of the booths.

- Archie (who you met in one your classes on the first day) was getting ready to take the seat next to you.

-That is until Reggie pushed him out the way.

- “Find another seat, Andrews.” Reggie says.

- “Really?” Archie replies clearly annoyed.

- “Yes, really.” He tells the redhead boy before turning his attention to you.

- “Did you enjoy the game?”

- “I did, you guys were fantastic. You’re really good.”

- “Yeah, really good at being a showoff.” The boy who you learned the guys called Moose yelled out while ordering food at the counter.

- “Or maybe I’m just that good.” Reggie adds.

 -You all hang out at the diner for a few hours.

-Reggie sat and talked with you the whole night.

- “Y/N, our rides here.” Betty tells you.

-You and Betty had become fast friends after one of your teachers suggested she show you around.  

-She was offering you a lift home since you only lived a few houses down from hers.

-You tell everyone goodbye before you and Betty leave.

-Reggie follows the both of you out.

- “Thanks for hanging out with me tonight, I had a great time. I’ll see you at school.” You tell Reggie before getting in the car.

- “Anytime. I’ll see you.” He replies with that dazzling smile of his.

-When the car pulls out the parking lot, Betty turns to you with a smirk on her face.

- “What?” you ask her, curious by her expression.

- “It’s so obvious that Reggie likes you Y/N.” she laughs.

 -A few weeks go by, and you and Reggie pretty much become inseparable.

-He always waits to walk you to your next class every period, even though you’re familiar with the place now.

-If he doesn’t have football practice, he likes to walk you home.

-If you want to stay out, the both of you would go to Pop’s and share a plate of fries and a milkshake.

-Most of the time, he would just hang out at your place.

-You enjoyed his company.

-The more time you spent with him however you were starting to realize something.

-You had a little BIG crush on him.

-Oblivious to you, you didn’t know that he reciprocated those feelings.

 -Months have gone by since you arrived at Riverdale High School.

-And you’re sure you’ve seen Reggie almost every single day.

-Reggie has been going on about the Homecoming game that’s coming up.

-He’s been looking forward to it all year.

-Of course you had planned on going.

-PLANNED. But of course, something came up.

-When you told Reggie you might not make it, you could see he was a little bummed about it.

-You told him you would try to make the game if you could.

 -It was night of the homecoming game and the whole school was pumped.

-Well, everyone except Reggie.

-He had been in a bad mood ever since you told him you might not be able to see him play.

-There was only a few minutes left before the game started.

-Reggie’s telling himself to pull it together and to still put on one hell of a show.

-And then he sees you.

-Making your way down the bleachers to take a seat next to Kevin.

-When you spot him looking your direction, you wave and smile.

-His mood immediately changes; he now has the energy he didn’t have before.

-Now he is ready to really put on a show.

 -During halftime Reggie notices that you are shivering.

-He quickly runs to his bag on the bench and grabs his varsity jacket.

-Your arm is linked with Kevin’s to try and stay warm.

- “Y/N.” Reggie calls out to you.

-You walk down the bleachers over to where he’s standing.

- “Told you I would try to make it, didn’t I?” you smile.

- “Yeah, you did. I’m glad you could make it. Here.” He says as he hands you his jacket.

- “Oh thank God. I was freezing.” You tell him as you take the heavy jacket and quickly put it on.

- “I noticed.” He laughs.

- “Mantle! Get back on the field! We’re about to start.” Coach yells.

- “Good Luck.” You say before Reggie runs back on the field.

 -It’s no surprise the team wins the game.

-The whole crowd is cheering louder than you’ve heard at any other game.

-You quickly make your way down the bleachers and onto the field.

-The team is all congratulating each other on their win.

- “I’m so glad I was able to see this.”

-Reggie turns around and immediately runs over to you, giving a big hug.

- “Congrats Reggie, you put on a pretty good game.” you jest.

- “Good game? Y/N, I was magnificent.”

- “Yeah, you were.” 

-The both of you laugh, and then suddenly become aware of how close you are.

-Your arms are around his neck and one of his arms is around your waist while he’s holding his helmet with his other.

-It’s now or never Reggie thinks to himself.

-He’s slowly moving closer to you, his arm around your waist pulling you in.

-Your arms wrap around him tightly until you both are as close as you can get.

-His eyes are traveling down your face till they reach your lips.

- “Kiss me.”

-That’s all you have to say.

-Because now he’s doing exactly that.

-And Reggie is on cloud nine.

-When you both pull away from the kiss, the pair of you can’t contain either of your smiles.

- “That was far better than I imagined.” Reggie says.

- “You imagined this huh?” 

- “A few times.” he laughs.

- “Hey Reg, we’re going to Pop’s to celebrate. You and Y/N coming?” Moose says pointing to the pair of you.

- “I don’t know, it depends on what my girl wants to do?” Reggie responds.

- “Your girl?” you look at him with an eyebrow quirked.

- “Um. I haven’t asked you out or even taken you on a date yet but…”

-He’s cut off when you move quick to kiss him.

- “Yes.”

- “Yes?” Reggie asks.

- “Yes to being your girl.”

- “Then yes indeed.” Reggie says before leaning down to kiss you again.

- “So, what does my girl want to do?”

-He’ll never get tired of saying that.

- “Well, you said you haven’t taken me on a date yet. I think tonight would be a good start.” You reply.

- “I think so too.”

-Reggie calls out to the team that he’ll catch them all later as you both walk hand in hand off the field to enjoy the rest of the night and have your first date.

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She’s barefoot and wearing a white dress that sways with every move she makes. Her hair is effortlessly flowing in the wind as the sunlight that’s filling the room outlines her frame. He’s silently laughing to himself in disbelief because she always calls him her angel, but he believes they should trade nicknames because in every memory that’s passing through his mind since from when he was born up until this very second, he swears he has never seen a more perfect vision. She looks as if she has just descended from the heavens up above. She’s the one worthy of such a name. His Angel. 

Her eyes are closed as she sings along to every word. The sweet sound filling his ears as he stands against the door frame just taking this moment in. He’s saving this moment, burning it into his mind. This will be what he goes back to whenever he’s feeling down, whenever he’s had a bad dream, or simply just to be reminded of her if she’s not around. Even when she’s not there to help him through something, she will be there in his mind and in his heart to help him through whatever he needs.

She’s twirling around the room and it’s when she turns to face the door that she finally opens her eyes. She doesn’t stop her dance; she merely continues not embarrassed at all. Why would she be? Someone that beautiful, that ethereal, that perfect. They had no reason to be embarrassed whatsoever. He was embarrassed on the other hand. She had that smirk on her face that told him she knew he had been there watching her the whole time.

“Dance with me my Angel.” she sings.

“Dancing is not my thing princess, and besides I’m enjoying the view.” he replies with a smirk.

She laughs. “Warren Kenneth Worthington the III, if you don’t get over here right now and…”

“Dance with you, alright. Alright!” He holds up his hands as he sighs defeatedly.

He walks over to her and takes one of her hands in his as he spins and dips her back which causes her to erupt in laughter. He gives her a quick kiss as he pulls them closer together as they began waltzing around the room.

“Will you sing along with me now?”

“You sure are asking for a lot.“ he teases. “And besides, I don’t know the words.”

That was a lie. He knew the words perfectly. She would play the song every time the two of them were together.

“My Angel, you’re not lying to me are you?” she asks.

He couldn’t lie to her. And it doesn’t help she’s fluttering her eyelashes and her fingers are dancing up his neck to his lips.

Once again he sighs defeatedly, and he’s singing along as the next verse starts.

She places a kiss to his cheek smiling and joins him in song.

They are dancing around the room and singing along as they keep their eyes on one another. He gets so into the song for a moment, that she stops singing just to hear him on his own.

When the song comes to end, he spins and dips her back just as the final note echoes around the room.

He was getting ready to kiss her until they both heard someone clapping.

They both turned to the door and saw Kurt standing there with a wide smile and clapping his hands in amazement.

“That was very beautiful. We really should start a singing competition or a talent show. We have so many talented students here.” Kurt tells the both of them.

“Thanks Kurt, and I agree. We should hold some sort of talent show for students to perform in. Although, I know for a fact you would win every category.” She replies happily.

Kurt smiles even more at her response. He turns to Warren waiting for him to say something.

She has to poke him in the ribs to get rid of his deadpan expression and say something.

“Uh, yeah thanks Kurt. I guess the school should put together a talent competition or whatever.”

Kurt seems satisfied with his reply and continues walking down the hall as he waves goodbye to the both of them.

Warren is still staring at the door frame.

“Peter and Scott, if you tell anyone about this. I’ll kick the both of your asses.” He says after a long pause.

Not even a second later Scott and Peter come falling into the doorway.

They give her and Warren a quick look as they nod their heads and run off.

“Is my Angel that afraid of getting caught singing along to Broadway music?” she teases.

“Yes princess, it’ll ruin my whole bad boy reputation.”

She’s amused by his response. “So if I were to participate in this talent show and wanted you to be my partner, you wouldn’t join me?”

He rolls his eyes just at the thought of her wanting to actually participate, but laughs nonetheless. “Of course I’d join you princess.” He tells her.

“Aw, my Angel. You’re the best.” She says as she places kisses to his face.

“You know; we should really trade nicknames.”

“What, would you like to be called princess?” she quips.

“I mean; I wouldn’t mind being called princess.” He snickers.

“But no, I meant the fact that you always call me your Angel, when it’s me who should be calling you that. You’re my Angel.”

 All she does is smile as she throws her arms around his neck and pulls him in for a sweet kiss which he returns just as eagerly.

She is all he needs. His princess. His Angel.

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“Okay, but how about you give me twenty more minutes, and then I’ll get up? I promise.”

He lets out an exaggerated sigh. “Fine.”

“Thank you.” You say moving over and lifting up one side of the blanket so he can join you.

He smiles and quickly moves to your side.

“Hi.”

“Hi.” You reply with a laugh as he places a quick kiss to your lips.

“Twenty minutes right?”

“Yes, twenty minutes that’s all. Promise.” You say holding up your pinky.

He can’t help but laugh, but he links his pinky with yours anyway.

You keep to your promise, and when twenty minutes has gone by you get out of bed and head to take a shower.

When you emerge from the bathroom, Stiles is seated at the foot of your bed flipping through the pages of a photo album. He always does this. It doesn’t matter how many times he’s seen it, he never gets tired of seeing pictures of you with your family from when you were younger to now, and the newer photos you have included of him and the rest of the pack. It always brings a smile to his face.

“So, how should I dress for our night out?” you ask, trying to get an idea of what he had planned for the both of you.

“Does it matter? You look beautiful in anything.”

“Biles Bilinski, you are quite the charmer.” You tease as you kiss his cheek.

“I am. It got me you didn’t it, and you are never going to let the whole “Biles Bilinski” thing die will you?”

“Yes, it did. And nope I will continue to call you Biles for the rest of my days.” you laugh.

Once you finished getting dressed, you both headed out the house.

“Hi Roscoe.” You greeted as you reached to open the car door.

Stiles always gets a kick out of you saying hi to his jeep every time you go anywhere with him.

As soon as you got in the car you pulled out your phone and grabbed the aux cord that was laying against the dash. When Stiles saw what you were doing he tried to reach over and snatch it from you.

“Y/N, I swear if you play…”

But before he could even finish his sentence the song had already started and you were singing along with a triumphant grin on your face.

He groaned. “Please, anything but Hamilton for the sixth hundredth time.”

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You rode around town, going nowhere in particular. Stiles had told you what he planned wasn’t until much later. So you wondered why he came to pick you up earlier than he should have. Of course you didn’t mind. You enjoyed spending time with Stiles. Whether it was an impromptu road trip or just the two of you cuddled up for the afternoon sitting in silence.

“Does your dad have work all night?” you ask him.

“No, he gets off in about two hours.”

You hum at his response.

“Wait, stop here.” You told him pointing to the grocery store up ahead.

“What for?” he looked at you confused.

“Just stop.”

When he stops the car you quickly grab your bag and jump out before signaling to him you will only be ten minutes. He was planning on going in with you, but when you started running towards the entrance, he thought better of it and decided to just wait.

Your ten minutes had turned into thirty and Stiles was starting to worry. He was getting ready to get out and find you, but then he saw you excitedly walking back to the car with multiple bags in each hand.

“I thought you said ten minutes.”

You rolled your eyes “Yeah, well I got carried away.” You said as you tossed the bags in the back seat.

Stiles had turned around to rummage through one of the bags to see what you brought.

“Apparently. Who needs three containers of sprinkles Y/N!”

“Zip it Bilinski. We need to get back to your house quick.”

“What for?” he eyes you curiously.

“You and your dad always spend New Year’s together and I didn’t want to break the tradition. So I figured we could spend a couple of hours with him until later.”

Stiles just stared at you, completely awestruck. He cupped your face and leaned forward to give you a passionate kiss.

When he pulls away, you swear you are seeing stars.

“What was that for?” you ask completely breathless.

He’s caressing the side of your face with his thumbs and if you weren’t feeling giddy before, the way he’s staring at you with those beautiful brown eyes of his has amplified it to the max.

“You’re perfect.” He tells you, before placing another kiss to your lips and turning away to start the engine.

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When Stiles pulls into his driveway, you immediately hop out of the car with your bags and run towards the front door while grabbing the spare key Stiles hides in an empty flower pot.

“You couldn’t have waited for the car to come to a complete stop before jumping out?” he asks walking into the house.

“No time, I have to hurry.” You say as you quickly start looking for the utensils you need as you rush around the kitchen.

“What are you doing anyway?”

“I’m making a cake. I would ask you to help, but the two of us working in the kitchen with an oven. I have a feeling things would not end well.”

“Good point, so I’ll just be over here.” He says pointing to the living room.

“Actually, I have a job for you. Do you think you can hang these up without hurting yourself?”

“Yes.” He tells you looking at all the New Year’s decorations you bought.

“Okay, good!” you tell him as you pat his shoulder.

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“You really outdid yourself babe.” Stiles nods to you approvingly.

“I know. I’m very impressed with how this turned out. It doesn’t look like a complete disaster.”

“My dad will love it.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, you both heard the front door opening.

“Quick, come on.” You tell him as you both pick up a party blower and run to the living room.

“Happy New Year’s!” you both call out in unison.

The Sheriff startled by the both of you turns around wide eyed.

“Even though it’s not New Year’s yet, it’s close enough.” Stiles says.

“Yeah, thanks. Son, what are you doing home I thought you said you were going to take Y/N to….”

Stiles starts fake coughing to get his dad to stop before he gives the plan away.

“Later. Y/N wanted us to semi bring in the New Year together.” Stiles tells him.

“I hope this is alright.” You say gesturing to the decorations pinned around the door frames and walls. “I know you and Stiles always spend New Year’s together, so I wanted to make sure you both still could. I made cake, and bought sparkling cider.”

The Sheriff smiles as he makes his way over to you and Stiles. He pulls the both of you in for a hug.

“Thank you Y/N, and thank you Stiles.” He says.

“You’re welcome.” You and Stiles reply.

“Alright, I hate to interrupt this tender moment, but if I don’t eat a piece of the cake Y/N made in the next 30 seconds I might start screaming.” Stiles adds.

You and the Sheriff laugh.

“And we wouldn’t want that.” You tell him as you lead them into the kitchen.

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The three of you are seated in the living room on the couch watching some New Year’s Eve special. You are seated with your back to Stiles chest as his arm is wrapped around your waist. Placing little kisses to the back of your neck occasionally.

It’s not until the Sheriff looks at the time when he addresses Stiles.

“Son, it’s almost an hour till midnight. Don’t you think you should be heading out now?”

Stiles quickly jumps up from the couch, having lost track of time.

“Come on.” He tells you taking your hand in his and heading to the door.

“Happy New Year’s again Mr. Stilinski.” You call out.

“Happy New Year’s to you too Y/N, thank you for tonight. It was great.” He tells you pulling you in for one more hug which you return enthusiastically.

“Have fun.” The Sheriff calls out to the both of you as you head out the door.

Before getting into the jeep, Stiles stops you to hand you something.

“Here, put these on.”

You turn to face him and see he’s holding out a pair of blindfolds.

You raise an eyebrow silently asking him the question of why he wants you to put these on, but he just shakes them in his hand waiting for you to take them.

You take the blindfolds and put them on as Stiles helps you into the jeep.

Since you can’t see anything, it makes you lose track of the time. It feels as if hours have gone by and you’re sure it’s already the start of a new year.

You feel the car come to a stop. Stiles hops out and you’re expecting him to come around and help you out, but he just calls out to you he’ll be back in a minute.

When he does come back, he helps you out the car and holds your hand to lead you in the right direction.

He holds you by the shoulders to stop you from walking any further. As he removes the blindfold from your eyes the first thing you see is a beautiful overview of Beacon Hills. There are already a few fireworks going off in the distance and when you turn around you see Stiles has set up a blanket and a few pillows so the both of you can enjoy the view.

Stiles reaches for your hand and guides you over to the blanket so the both of you can sit.

“What do you think?”

“It’s beautiful.” You say, still taking in the view of the town.

“Are you happy I got you out of the house and we didn’t stay in bed all day?” he teases.

“Yes. Thank you for this, for everything Stiles.”

He looks at the time on his phone and smiles.

It’s officially the start of a new year as he shows you the time.  It read 12:00 am January 1st, 2017.

You both move closer to one another at the same time, obviously having the same idea. It makes you both laugh. Stiles reaches up to cup the side of your face as you lean in to close the gap between you. The moment your lips touch, fireworks begin filling up the night sky. It’s when you both pull away that you realize the fireworks in the sky are indeed real and it wasn’t just the effects from the kiss. Every time he kisses you, it always feels as if fireworks are being set off, and you smile. The fireworks you feel inside and the fireworks that are currently illuminating the sky perfectly depicts how you feel about him.

“Happy New Year’s Y/N.” he tells you as he rests his forehead against yours pulling you even closer to his body.

“Happy New Year’s Stiles.”

This was by far the best possible way to bring in the new year.

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