My Hero (Phoenix Wright X Reader)

Bucky Barnes x reader - (Un)Happy Independence Day

The sound of firing guns rang in Bucky’s ears as he ran across the field, occasionally ducking into the yellowed grass and firing his own weapon. Small explosions of dirt from the enemy’s active assault sprayed across his army green uniform, filling his nose with the musky and spicy smells of the earth and gunpowder. His commanding officer shouted commands which were barely audible over the ringing in his ears. 

Looking to the side, Bucky watched as one of his fellow soldiers was shot down. His eyes widened and heart raced as he began to panic. Never once since he enlisted had Bucky regretted joining the army, but now he was beginning to. He could have been home, relaxing and reading a book, or hanging out with his best friend Steve Rogers, maybe he could have been going out on a nice date with a beautiful girl, but no, he chose to join the front lines and potentially lose his life for his country.

As Bucky quickly got on his knees, firing his gun, a large wave of pain flowed from his chest. He had been hit by an enemy bullet. ‘No,’ he thought, lying on the ground as his vision began to fade, ‘It can’t end here. Steve, I’m sorry..’ Everything went black but lit up again just as quickly. Bucky looked around, trying to recognise his surroundings. 

To his horror he finally did.

Bucky Barnes was back in a Hydra Headquarters, strapped into that cursed machine while scientists read words from a book. His head hurt so much and his chest felt like it was on fire as he struggled against his bindings, screaming in agony. His feet slammed against the metal footrest and he shut his eyes, wanting to wake up from this horrible nightmare.

BANG BANG BANG

“Bucky?? Are you okay?? Open the door!”

The winter soldier opened his eyes, falling off of the bed as he woke up. He was back in his room in the Avengers’ tower, his dark gray sheets around him and disconnected from the rest of the bed. From outside, he could hear the sounds of fireworks being shot into the sky by some of the neighbors. The knocking on the door just added to the unwanted noise as the voice of Steve Rogers commanded F.R.I.D.A.Y. do unlock the door and let him in. 

He then entered the room and rushed to Bucky’s side. “Hey, are you okay, I heard you crying out in your sleep.” Steve said, his hand squeezing his best friend’s shoulder in a comforting manner. He then realized what was going on. “Was it the fireworks?” Bucky was shaking underneath his wrinkled sheets and didn’t respond. He was too afraid to speak, even to act because he didn’t know what he would do out of pure instinct. 

“The war is over, Bucky, and Hydra isn’t going to get you. You don’t have to worry anymore. I’m here. You’re safe.” Bucky wanted to believe those words, and for the most part he did, however his time behind enemy lines had messed him up. The sound of fireworks that he used to run toward as a child he now backed away from, as he remembered the sounds of battle and visions of fallen soldiers filled his mind. Bucky didn’t want to seem weak, but here he was about to cry like a child over fireworks of all things. He used to love this time of year, but now he could only stay in his room and pray for it to be over for the next few days.

“Do you want to talk about your dream, Buck?” Asked Steve, looking worriedly at his friend who shook his head. “I.. I don’t feel well. I think I’m just going to try and sleep again and skip the celebration tomorrow.” Steve was saddened by this. Sure, he wanted his friend to be okay, but he really wanted to spend Independence Day with him as well. “All right. You know where I am if you need me.” Steve gave Bucky a tight hug before exiting the room, leaving Bucky alone with the sounds of distant fireworks. 

The next day, the Avengers’ Tower was alive with the hustle and bustle of the Fourth of July. Tony and Steve were arguing over the last donut with red, white, and blue sprinkles, Natasha, Clint, and Peter were setting up decorations, and Bruce Banner worked on some new fireworks for the celebration later that night. (Y/n) (L/n), Vision, and Wanda Maximoff both watched the chaos going on from the kitchen while preparing food for the grill and table. 

“I don’t really understand the concept of Independence Day.” Said Wanda softly, looking at the other two in the room with her. The bickering between the co-leaders of the Avengers stopped and they looked toward the young witch in surprise. “Really?” Asked Tony who took another bite of his donut much to Steve’s annoyance. “Do you want to understand it?” 

Wanda nodded and Steve took the opportunity to delve into his patriotic passion as two of the three decorators rolled their eyes. “Look what you’ve started.” Said Clint, his shoulders shaking with a suppressed laugh as Wanda struggled to keep up with the history lecture that she had unknowingly asked for. 

(Y/n) looked around suddenly, noticing something, or rather someone, was missing. “Hey Steve, where’s Bucky?” Steve stopped talking about the Revolutionary War long enough to answer her. “He was.. Having some trouble sleeping last night and isn’t feeling well so he’s spending the day in his room.” (Y/n) frowned in concern. She hadn’t known her boyfriend wasn’t feeling well and felt guilty that she hadn’t gone to check on him at all. “Vision, you and Wanda can handle the rest of the food, right?” She asked the mechanical avenger who nodded and motioned for her to be off.

It didn’t take long for (Y/n) to reach Bucky’s room and when she did, she knocked gently on the door. “Bucky? It’s me, (Y/n), are you okay? I heard you weren’t feeling well.” From beyond the door she heard a rustle, as if something or someone was moving around, but no one answered the door. “Babe?” She tried again, hoping he would open the door so she didn’t have to. (Y/n) wondered if maybe he was asleep, but was proven wrong when there was a soft reply. “Don’t worry, I’m okay doll, you can go back downstairs. Go enjoy the festivities.” 

There was a hint of sadness in his voice and (Y/n) couldn’t help feeling bad about his condition. “I’m coming in.” She said, opening the door before Bucky could tell her not to bother. There he was, looking healthy as a horse and getting up to try and stop the door from opening. (Y/n) was confused. “Bucky? What’s going on? Are you okay?” 

Bucky knew he had been caught in his lie. He invited her to sit on his bed, thinking out what to say next. (Y/n) looked at him expectantly and suddenly spoke up. “You’re not actually sick, are you?” She said that in a monotone voice, sounding a bit upset. Bucky felt awful. The two of them hadn’t even been together for a year yet, and he didn’t want her to feel obligated to throw away a fun holiday like this for his sake. 

“No. No, I’m not actually sick.” He confessed, sitting on the edge of the bed and looking down. “Then why aren’t you joining us downstairs? We’re going to start up the grill outside on the balcony, maybe get a campfire up and running, and watch the fireworks. Doesn’t that sound fun?” 

It did sound fun, but that’s what made Bucky so sad. After everything he had done, why should he be out there celebrating America’s independence after he worked for Hydra to take over his beloved home country. Why should he celebrate freedom after he had taken so many innocent lives?

 A tight hug snapped him out of his damp mood and his eyes widened to feel tears falling on the back of his hands. He hadn’t even realized he had started crying. Furiously, Bucky wiped at the tears, trying to get rid of them and toughen up. 

“It’s okay, you can cry. I won’t judge you.” Said (Y/n) softly, hugging him tighter and nuzzling her face into the crook of his neck. Bucky’s wall of emotions shattered and he broke down. Turning around to face her, he held her in his arms and cried freely. He couldn’t form coherent words as he tried to explain to her why he hid from everyone. She didn’t say anything, trying to understand him as he finally managed to calm down. 

“I just don’t feel welcome. I’ve hurt so many people, heck I’ve killed so many people. I killed Tony’s parents and even tried to kill all of you at one point or another. I don’t deserve to be celebrating with all of you.” He looked at (Y/n) who looked at him with sad eyes. 

“You deserve to be with us as much as anyone else, Bucky. First of all, you didn’t have a choice in the matter during your time with Hydra because you were brainwashed. Second, you’re forgetting who all you’re celebrating with. Tony has indirectly killed thousands of people with the weapons he used to manufacture, Natasha used to be a Russian spy, Clint is technically an assassin, Wanda used to work for Hydra, Bruce is literally a green radioactively-made monster who can take down giant flying carnivorous alien worms,Thor has killed thousands of people because he’s a small-g god, and I work as an agent for SHIELD. You fit right in with us!”

Bucky laughed softly, falling back into her arms. “I guess you’re right..” He murmured but his faint smile didn’t last. “Do fireworks bother you?” Guessed (Y/n), a small puzzle being put together in her mind. “Is that why you had trouble sleeping?” Bucky nodded, feeling a bit stupid for admitting it. “They.. give me nightmares and flashbacks from the war.. And Hydra.. And they keep on going for days because of the Fourth of July.” 

“If there was a way to make the noise disappear from the fireworks, would you go out to see them?” Bucky nodded. “I love fireworks.” (Y/n) smiled happily. “I’ll be right back.” She left his side and Bucky immediately missed her warmth and comfort. He wondered what she could be doing. Bucky prayed that she wasn’t going to tell the others and hugged his knees to his chest anxiously. 

When (Y/n) returned, she was carrying a pair of large black headphones. “What?” Bucky asked in confusion. “They’re noise canceling headphones. I use them sometimes when I go to the firing range for practice. Try them on.” He hesitantly put it on, adjusting the ears to fit his head and he was shocked when all the noise from his room and downstairs disappeared. It was like he was just alone with his thoughts with nothing to interrupt him. 

(Y/n) tried to speak to him but he could hear her. She tried again and this time he told her he couldn’t understand what she was saying, making her laugh as she took the headphones off. “It looks like they work.” Bucky hugged her tight, kissing her cheek happily. “Will you be joining us downstairs? You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” She assured him, the question lingering for a second as he considered the option for the first time in quite a while. 

“I’ll be downstairs in a bit. I need to freshen up.” (Y/n) smiled happily and gave him a quick peck on the lips. “Alright then! I’ll see you later!” As she left Bucky’s room, he watched her retreating figure with a smile. What did he do to become so lucky that he could have a girl like her?

By the time he had gone downstairs, everyone was already on the balcony. The smell of grilling chicken, burgers, and steak wafted through the air as well as the sound of laughter. When he appeared in the doorway, Steve was the first to catch sight of him, looking at his best friend with a look of absolute shock, not expecting to see him out and about that evening. 

“Ay, Manchurian Candidate, nice to see you!” Called Tony, waving at him from his spot next to his wife, Pepper. (Y/n) looked over at him and smiled as one of Clint’s daughters braided her hair. “There are some sodas and beer in the cooler if you’d like one.” Said Wanda as she drank a Pepsi beside Vision on the couch. Peter was already over at the cooler, grabbing two juice pouches, one for him and one for another one of Clint’s kids. 

As Bucky got settled down nervously between (Y/n) and Steve, his fellow soldier patted him on the shoulder. “I’m happy you could join us, Buck.” 

“You can thank (Y/n) for that. She convinced me that I was welcome.” 

“You’re always welcome. The past is in the past so enjoy the present. It’s not like we have a time machine and can go back to when and where we came from.” Joked Steve and Bucky laughed. 

Two hours later, the fireworks started. (Y/n) was seated comfortably in her boyfriend’s arms as they watched the colorful display in the night sky. Bucky looked down at her, the black headphones placed comfortably on his head and keeping away the loud sounds of the explosions. 

“I love you, doll.” He murmured softly, nuzzling his face into her shoulder as she held onto him with a smile. “I love you too, Bucky. Happy Fourth of July.”

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Bill Cipher x reader (3)- Creator and Demon

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"Alright. Wendy! I need you to hang this sign up for me." Said Grunkle Stan, looking over at the female cashier. Wendy Corduroy was a girl a bit under my age at 16 years old (under my 17 years), with red hair, a flannel, and a cool looking hat. She was currently reading a magazine about food. She and I got along really well, and had become good friends. And, though he didn't know it, I knew all about Dipper's growing crush on her

"I would but I can't.... reach it..." she said, pretending to try. "I'd fire all of you if I could." Said Grunkle Stan, now looking at us. "Alright. Let's make it Enie Meanie Miney.. you." He said, pointing at Dipper. "Awww what?? Grunkle Stan, when ever I'm in the woods I get the feeling I'm being watched." He wasn't wrong. I felt the same way.

"Ugh this again." Said Grunkle Stan, pinching the bridge of his nose." I looked at Dipper sympathetically. "Grunkle Stan I'm telling you something weird is going on in this town. Just today, my mosquito bites spelled out 'Beware'." He showed us but he got a firm, "That Spells 'Bewarb'." from the old man.

Dipper looked frustrated and embarrassed. I smiled at him. "Look kid the whole "Monsters in the forest" thing is just local legend spun up by guys like me to sell merch to guys like that." We all looked to the side to see some weird tourist giggling over a Grunkle Stan Bobblehead. I cringed. "I'll go with you Dipper. It'll go faster that way." He smiled at me and nodded as Grunkle Stan handed us the wooden signs.

Out in the woods, Dipper and I worked quickly to get out of the cold wind. It was chilly for a summer day, but that wasn't really surprising anymore. "Ugh. Grunkle Stan... nobody ever believes anything I say." grumbled Dipper, both of us nailing a sign to a tree.

"That's not true." I countered, looking at him as he prepared another nail. "I believe you. Heck, I swear I saw a bunch of little men stacked up on each other when we first arrived in Gravity Falls. I wouldn't be surprised if this entire forest is filled with weird, magical creatures."

Dipper looked at me in surprise. "YOU NEVER TOLD ME ABOUT THAT!!!" he said in disbelief. "I thought no one would believe me." Dipper tried to hammer a nail in a tree when it suddenly made a metallic "bang" sound. Both of us were confused, as he hit the tree with the hammer gently and the same sound emanated from the tree. Wipping off a small layer of something off the tree, he opened a secret door and inside was a machine.

"It looks like a sort of old military radio." I observed, as Dipper began to fiddle with the switches. Suddenly, a goat let out a bleat of panic as a hatch opened up in the ground. Looking in, Dipper and I saw a dusty old book. It was incredible.

As we looked at each other in shock, I reached in and grabbed the book, blowing on it gently to reveal a golden 6-fingered handprint with the number 3 written inside it. "I will never be able to doubt anything you say ever again at this point." I murmured, opening the book.

Inside there was a small monocle like thing attached to a string, like a bookmark. There was also a little note saying 'property of' but the rest was ripped off. Flipping the page Dipper began to read, "It's hard to believe it's been six years since I began to study the strange and wondrous secrets of Gravity Falls, Oregon."

Our eyes widened as we looked at each other then back at the book. Flipping the pages, there were sketches and entries about things like floating eye balls, gnomes, and other such beings. "What is all this?" Dipper wondered out loud as we kept flipping pages.

"Unfortunately my suspicions have been confirmed. I'm being watched!" I read and I felt shivers go up my spine. "I must hide this book before he finds it. Remember, in Gravity Falls, there is no one you can trust. Trust No One.." Dipper and I finished the entry out loud together and looked at each other in shock. Closing the book and picking it up, Dipper mumbled, "No one you can trust."

"HELLO!" Dipper and I jumped in surprise. It was Mable

This is G. Garmadon (the G is for my actual name but I don't want to reveal that part of the name). She's an OC of mime for Ninjago. She's the first born daughter of Lord Garmadon and the Mistriss of Dragons.

Eventually, she officially joins the ninja (eventually becoming the grey ninja even though she prefers Black) during the events of the Mega Weapon arc. However, she takes a lot of time learning to trust them (she didn't really have anyone growing up and spent most of her time trying to keep Lloyd safe during his time at Darklies boarding school.)

My design for G. gives her a tough-girl look and feel. I would think the first people whom she trusts in the ninja group is Cole and Nya because of how similar the three of them are.

Because of her powers, the angrier she gets, the more she starts to look like a dragon (until she calms down). Until she reaches her true potential, she isn't able to control her dragon transformation. The last picture is what her full dragon form looks like.

Lol my boyfriend was talking to me and brought up my Dragon Ball x reader pregnancy HC and asked who requested it.

I never told him I created that HC or posted it. He found out when he decides to read some of my Dragon Ball x reader stories cause I had posted them.

Ngl it felt so awkward knowing that he was reading those. Like, I lowkey SIMP for Goku and he read EXACTLY WHAT I WROTE IN THE GOKU x READER x GOKU BLACK ONE SHOT I MADE!!!

I know it's a bit far fetched, but what if "The Wonderful World of Mickey Mouse" actually takes place in the Land of Forgotten Tunes?

[It's just a theory (A game/film theory) but have fun reading]

Okay, so in the Disney Games "Epic Mickey" and "Epic Mickey 2: The Power of Two", we see quite a few characters that aren't supposed to be in the normal world. Oswald the Lucky Rabbit, Clara-bell Cow, Horace Horse Collar, and a few others can be seen walking the streets of "TWWOMM" but they make their own more memorable appearances in the Land of Forgetten Tunes as characters who were replaced and forgotten (no longer having hearts of their own). Oswald specifically was the original Mickey Mouse who's idea was stolen by one of Walt Disney's co-workers, but fortunately for Mr. Disney, he came up with the concept for our lovable Mouse and Oswald was quickly forgotten. He is a partial antagonist/protagonist in "Epic Mickey 1" and then is featured as a playable main character in "Epic Mickey 2". Recently, he showed up a few times in "TWWOMM" as a random cameo to some of Mickey Mouse's adventures.

The main issue is that Oswald, due to not having a heart, is unable to join his "brother", Mickey, in the real world. This means that Oswald never left his home with the other forgotten tunes, but if that's the case, then how is he joining Mickey and his friends out in the real world? It's impossible... unless Mickey and his friends are in the Land of Forgotten Tunes with him. My (and my brother's) theory is that "The Wonderful World of Mickey Mouse" takes place years in Disney's future when Mickey Mouse and his friends get boring to their audience and are replaced by new characters. They are forgotten, landing them in their new home along side the other old tunes. This way, they can play together forever along side the characters of Disney's past.

AHWM Illinois Jones x female reader - Come Back

Illinois Jones, the famous adventurer and treasure hunter, is a jerk. You can tell by meeting him. However, when you get to know him, that fact is solidified and nailed to your brain. You, of course, knew this by heart and learned it every time your heart decided to beat for him. Even now, you watched as he flirted with one of the women in the hotel you two were staying in.

You, Miss (Y/n) (L/n), were his latest partner and a fellow explorer. Like Illinois, you enjoyed the thrill of the hunt and the rush of excitement when a treasure was found or put back in its long lost home. This was actually how you two had met.

It was a complete accident. You had found a rare treasure, a crystal monkey and were traveling to return it to its temple. As you entered the cave, a boulder rolled right past you, followed quickly by Illinois Jones himself. At first glance, he was just a random explorer, but after he introduced himself, your eyes widened. 

At the time you had only heard about him, not seen any pictures or met him before. “It’s an honor to meet you sir, my name is (Y/n) (L/n).” He smirked and winked, making your face flush pink. “Nice to meet you, gorgeous. Now, what is a fine lady like you doing down here?” 

“I’m an explorer like you, but not as well known. I’m here to try to return this crystal monkey to its home temple.” Illinois’s eyes had widened in surprise, seeing the rare and valuable artifact in the hands of another explorer. “You did your research then. The temple is around here somewhere. If you’d like, you can travel with me and I’ll help you get there. What do you say, m’lady?” 

At the time, you were giddy with excitement and eagerly agreed to follow him. This led to the two of you being welcomed into monkey heaven and receiving a diamond and golden banana. (Illinois still doesn’t know that the “rock” he had received was a huge diamond. He gave it to you and you were able to put it away in a safe place for later.) After that, you parted ways and then met again, this time both of you coincidentally searching for the Jewel of Jatan, another rare artifact that historians would kill to get their hands on. 

“Ah, you again. Don’t tell me you love me so much that you’re stalking me. Heh, not that I would mind.” You had blushed and rolled your eyes. “In your dreams. I’m searching for the Jewel of Jatan, what about you?” Illinois got closer, almost touching you as he spoke. “I am too. Let’s work together. No reason why a beauty like you should travel alone. What do you say, partner?” You were hooked. Together you found the jewel and credit was given to both of you in return. (Most of it went to Illinois as most people just thought you were his assistant. It did bother you a little, but you didn’t complain at the time.)

After that, you both became inseparable. You officially traveled with Illinois Jones all around the world, hunting for rare treasures all while you slowly fell in love with the handsome explorer despite his constant warnings not to. However, a person like him really put the concept of love to the test. 

You watched him now, across the room, as he flirts openly with one of the ladies at the hotel you two were renting a room at. The woman blushes, giggling as he lift her chin up, giving her the same look a husband gives his wife. Your heart panged with jealousy and the food you ordered in the cafe section finally arrived. You quickly ate the meal, which seemed to lose its flavor as you struggled to hold back tears, and left, not bothering to give your partner another glance. 

A half hour later, Illinois entered the room. “Heeeey sweetheart! You finished and left before I even ate my food. You feeling alright?” You didn’t want to talk to him. Your heart couldn’t take it. He walked over, kneeling in front of you, catching your gaze with his shining eyes. You looked away, and back at the book you were reading. Illinois forced the book down so you could see him. 

“I was reading that.” You said bitterly, glaring at the explorer. “It’s not going anywhere.” He said gently, winking at you flirtatiously. “I don’t care. Let me read my book.” 

“Why don’t you talk to me instead. I did ask a question, beautiful.” 

“Y’know what? You wanna talk, fine let’s talk.” You closed the book and glared at him. “What is your problem?” Illinois seemed surprised at your outburst, but happy that he finally got all of your attention. “I was wondering why you left before we could eat together.” He said, standing up and moving so that he could sit down across from you. 

“I was hungry and wasn’t gonna wait for you to stop flirting with that woman before I could eat. I like my dinner warm, thank you very much.” 

“Oh, come on. I wasn’t talking with her that long.” 

You glared at him, wanting to leave the room. “You spent the entire time after you ordered food talking to that lady. That was approximately 20 minutes. You were still with her when I finished eating, which was around 10 minutes. All together, that’s around half an hour, so yes, you were talking with her for a long time.” Illinois gave you a dismissive look. “So what? That’s perfectly fine! Nothing wrong with talking to a beautiful lady.” 

That was your breaking point. “I’m done.” You stood up to leave. He did too, looking very confused. “What? What do you mean ‘I’m done.’?” You grabbed your backpack and began to put your belongings inside of it. “I’m done with your bull, I’m done with your flirting, I’m done with being your “partner”, and I’m done with you.” Your ex partner looked shocked. “W-what? Wait, what do you mean by that?”

You quickly finished and looked over at him. “I’m done with you playing with my emotions, Illinois Jones. Ever since we met you’ve been giving me mixed signals. You flirt with me, you flirt with another girl, you flirt with me, you flirt with another girl. I’m done! And I’m especially done with taking less than half credit for a discovery that I did half the work for.”

Illinois was trying to process all of this. You were leaving? “Now, let’s just talk this out okay? It’s just mindless harmless fun! I’m a flirty guy, it’s in my nature, it’s in my blood!” 

“It’s not harmless. It’s very harmful, you’ve probably broken more hearts than you’ve ever kept! That lady that you were flirting with will probably be heartbroken when you leave without a trace!” 

The fellow explorer rubbed his neck uncomfortably. “That lady.. She actually had a boyfriend already.” 

“And that’s another thing! You never check to see if the girls you flirt with are in relationships! You’re absolutely despicable! When will you start realizing that the world doesn’t revolve around you and that you aren’t entitled to everything!” 

Illinois didn’t say anything. He was shocked. You had never talked to him like this before. “(Y/n).. sweetheart, please, we’re partners we have to-” 

“Don’t ‘sweetheart’ me! I’m not your sweetheart and I’m not your partner anymore. I hate you. I’m leaving, you’re on your own.” With that last sentence and with a shocked and hurting Illinois Jones reaching out for your retreating figure, you closed the door, quickly paying for your room and leaving. 

Back with Illinois, he was devastated. He had just lost another partner. This time, you had just quit, not because the adventures were too scary, but because you suddenly hated him. The famous explorer placed his left hand over his heart. Why did it hurt so much?

He went over the argument in his head and shook his head. “No. I’m not gonna be upset over this. She’s just another girl. She doesn’t matter.” No matter how many times he said this to himself, he couldn’t bring himself to truly believe it. 

Night fell soon enough and Illinois climbed into bed. “G’night, (Y/n).” He said softly, but there was no reply. ‘Oh.. that’s right.” He thought sadly, as he looked over at the empty bed beside his own. His heart felt like it was tearing itself in two as he laid down, looking away. “Just forget about her. She isn’t worth the tears.” He murmured to himself.

He hardly slept a wink that night. 

The next morning he woke up exhausted and not well rested. He blamed it on the argument and (Y/n)’s hurtful words. Never mind that. Today was a new day and he had a new goal in mind. Search for the Lost City of Gold. He remembered (Y/n) talking about it, her gorgeous (e/c) eyes sparkling with excitement. Illinois remembered how he was instantly captivated by her eyes. She was so beautiful. When he called her gorgeous, he meant it. Every single word. When did she start to think otherwise?

Illinois began to enter a cave, no longer used to the sound of only one pair of footsteps resonating through the empty cavern. The farther he went in, the more he wanted to leave. He wanted to talk to someone. No, not someone, (Y/n). He wanted to hear her voice. He wanted to be near her, feel her presence and be comforted by her. He didn’t want to be alone anymore. 

There, in the middle of the cave, Illinois Jones sat down and began to cry. He finally accepted everything that had happened and let himself learn the truth. It was all his fault. It was his fault that his partner, his darling (Y/n), had left. It was all his fault for making her feel the pain of constant betrayal. He always told his partners and others not to fall in love with him, but now he had gone and fallen in love with the person who now hated him. Everything had been his fault.

She was right. The world didn’t revolve around him and it never did.

When the last of his tears left his eyes, Illinois let out one final choked sob and stood up. He could feel the treasure nearby, but it didn’t seem nearly as exciting and important as it originally did. Illinois quickly left the cave with a new mission: Find (Y/n).

For the next few months, he began searching for his lost partner. He learned that she was finding artifacts, both rare and more common, without him, gaining full credit for the discoveries. Her words echoed in his head, “I’m especially done with taking less than half credit for a discovery that I did half the work for!” She was finally getting the credit she had always deserved. 

He spent a night in a new hotel and there were some beautiful ladies there. ‘Why not have some fun?’ He thought, about to make his way over to them, when he remembered (Y/n)’s words. “It’s not harmless. It’s very harmful, you’ve probably broken more hearts than you’ve ever kept!” He leaves the girls alone, waiting for his food, alone at his table. 

The girls came over to him on their own accord, beginning to flirt and fangirl over him. Normally, he would be elated and flirt back, but he found himself not really attracted to them. He made small talk and a few random compliments, but no flirting. 

Soon, news came that the rising explorer extraordinaire (Y/n) (L/n) was in the area that Illinois recognized as the place that the two of them had fought. The place that his heart broke. He hopped on the first flight he could catch. He ran as fast as he could to the familiar hotel, the place that was rumored to be the temporary home to his darling. 

Looking around, his eyes land on a familiar (h/c) female. His heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest. “(Y/n)!” He called, moving through the crowd to see her, but stopping when a figure came over to her, handing her a drink. Another man, someone he had never seen before, was chatting, laughing with (Y/n). Illinois was annoyed and saddened by this, his jealousy turning to anger as the man became touchy with her, placing his hands on her hips and leaning forward.

Illinois snapped and wrapped his arms around his partner’s familiar frame. “Hands off my woman.”

The man looked at him in shock, and (Y/n) looked up at her ex partner in shock. “I-Illinois?” Said man took her hand and led her outside, leading the struggling female into an alley where he finally let her go, already missing her touch. “Illinois, what the hecc was that? Why are you even here?” 

He couldn’t even really answer her question. He was just so relieved that she was there in the first place. There in front of him, where he could finally hold her, love her. He wrapped her in a tight hug, not wanting to let go. However, (Y/n) struggled against it and got free. “What are you doing here, Illinois?” She asked again and this time he had to answer.

“I missed you, darling! When I heard you were here, I came as fast as I could.”

(Y/n) glared and pressed a finger to his lips, which made his cheeks tint pink. “No no no. None of those nicknames. You need to stop, Illinois. I’m done with you. I’m not your partner anymore.”

Illinois grabbed her hand, holding it urgently. “Please, hear me out. I made a huge mistake the last time we saw each other. You were right. I was a selfish, and self absorbed jerk. I’ve hurt so many people just because I wanted attention. Worst of all, I hurt you, which is something I can’t forgive myself for. Please, forgive me. I want to be partners again.” (Y/n) shook her head, Illinois’s heart dropping. 

“No. No, Illinois. It’s not as simple as that. I’m glad you apologized, but that won’t change anything. Being partners requires more than just apologies. There needs to be trust. I can’t trust you. I can’t let myself get hurt again.”

Illinois couldn’t hold himself back any longer. He pinned (Y/n) to the wall, kissing her on the lips. 

(Y/n) was shocked and didn’t kiss back at first. Even after all this time, after all the heartbreak he had put her through, her cheeks still heated up and her heart felt like it was going to break out of her ribcage. After all this time, she still loved Illinois Jones. Her eyes fluttered close, finally kissing the man that captured her heart. 

Illinois let out a small moan, loving the feeling of her lips on his. This was something he never thought would happen. He had fallen head over heels for someone, and that someone was his partner. His (Y/n).

When they pulled away, slightly out of breath, (Y/n) looked up at him. “Illinois..” His name left her lips as barely a whisper. “(Y/n).. I love you so much. Losing you was the worst thing that has ever happened to me. Please, come back. Be my partner again. I’ll never take more credit than I’m due. I won’t flirt with other people. I don’t care if you don’t love me back, just please.. come back to me.”

(Y/n)’s lips met his again and this time, his arms wrapped around her, leaning against her and the wall. “Illinois, I love you too..” she murmured, “that’s why I was so upset when you would flirt with other women. I couldn’t take it.”

“I’m so sorry, darling. Gosh I hate that I did that to you. I’ll never hurt you again. I’ll give up treasure hunting before I do.” (Y/n) laughed softly, “So… never?” Illinois leaned his forehead against her. “Maybe. It’s debatable. I gave up a hunt for the lost city of gold to find you. I never want to explore without you again. You’re the greatest treasure I could ever find, and I almost lost you forever.”

(Y/n) cupped his cheeks in her hands and gazed lovingly into his chocolate brown eyes. “You won’t have to worry about that anymore. As long as you never hurt me again, you won’t be alone again. I love you, Illinois.”

"I love you too, my treasure."