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Right??! I love some Shaw drama 😂

And honestly, if you do get the books, get the eBook version and use the search for what you want to find because they're looong lol (unless you really want to read them and Colter's current case 😅). I mostly used them for research, but I got really hooked on some parts then 😂 I did read the third in its entirety. I'm really curious where the show is going because in the books, their mom is a lot nicer and less sus loll ➡️ But if you ever wanna know something specific, ask away 😉

Ahh so him wanting to solve his father's murder is what drove him to distance himself from his wife and kids, in order to help him reconcile with Colter. It does make sense, even if it is heartbreaking.

My headcanon was that Russell naturally would have some childhood trauma and would've probably realized more what was going on than his younger siblings (sorta like Dean lol). But my thought was that having kids would probably trigger some subconscious fears, and due to the paranoia he experiences through his job, he seems like someone who would've worried a lot he'd become like his father, so reconnecting with his siblings was a way to close those old wounds and finally move on. No idea if that makes sense, but here we are 😂

Solving the murder was more a means to end for him because he assumed Colter wouldn't believe him without evidence. But you can tell Russell is still a bit in denial about some things and clearly thinks it's better to just leave it be. Luckily, reader and Colter won't let him lol

I was literally just wondering about how he views his mom in all of this. She literally let Colter believe Russell had something to do with Ashton's fall, and then basically told him to get gone. What kind of mother does that? She seems very suss in all of this.

Like I said above, I'm extremely curious what the show is doing because they give us these crumbs that don't match the books 👀

LMAO. I don't know who Manny is, but I already love him! 😂

Manny is the best and sweetest character in all of this. He jumped straight from the prequel to say hi 😂

LOL God, Russell isn't good at this, is he? It's tough to say which one of the Shaw boys got more childhood related trauma affecting their ability to communicate, let alone be emotionally available. 😭

Oh, he really isn't 😆 And I do think Russell is more socially awkward but craves company/family, whereas Colter is smoother talking to people but prefers to be alone lol

Oh my God, Russ… I wasn't expecting you to take it there, but it's an understandable consequence of his PSTD, especially for him as a soldier. It also explains why she picked up Lewis and left him to pull himself together.

I thought a long time about it, but I figured he would at least have some mild PTSD, and (in this story lol) it amplified the childhood trauma. I figured that would make sense for him. And reader packing the kids and leaving was supposed to mirror his childhood and own mother a little. I think in the end, Russell even admired her (and loved her more) for leaving because she put the kids first, and he probably wished his mother had done the same 🥲💔

Ooh again with those lies of omission...

Oh, it never stops with him 😂

But I'm glad Colter and Russell are getting just as much of an honest heart-to-heart as Russ and the reader did. 💜

Aww, glad you enjoyed that! I so wanted to give them a real and honest conversation since the show still hasn't really done that. *sighs* hooray for fanfics! 😂🩵

The Exit Strategy – Part 4

Summary: Russell is ready to hang it all up and retire, open up a brewery, and enjoy the rest of his civilian life. However, there’s one important thing missing before he can take the big plunge. Luckily, he knows just the right person to help him find it.

Pairing: Russell Shaw x Female!Reader

Warnings: 18+, language, fluff, some angst & feels, family secrets, spy stuff, a bit of spiciness

Word Count: 6.5k

A/N: Welcome back, friends! We're diving a bit into Shaw family secrets this week – fully Wayne's version, though. While I did read the books, there's no major spoilers**, so don't you worry. I just played with an idea here 🤓 I also won't be fully diving into the Shaw family life, but some things are heavily hinted to be... fishy here 👀 Enjoy & let me know what you think! 🤍

**There's a small part where Russell tells Colter about their parents. It's mentioned in the books that their mother was a psychiatrist. I took that and ran with it 🤷‍♀️

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Part 4: This Is Not an Exit

“You’ve been walking down memory lane a lot tonight,” you teased with a nudge of his ribs, still tightly cuddled in his warm embrace in the freezing basement.

“Haven’t you?”

“No, I have,” you admitted with a melancholic sigh. “Maybe we should stop dwelling on the past so much. Think more about the future…”

Russell scoffed a small chuckle. “Dory said something similar not that long ago. Actually the reason why I came here.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he sighed, his fingers absently drawing circles on your arm. “I think it’s time we retire, sweetheart. I mean, after everything we’ve been through, I think we deserve to, right? You know, sometimes I wake up in the morning, and I’m surprised we’re even still here, considering how many war zones we’ve been in.”

“Well, you know what they say – beware the old soldier because he’s old for a reason,” you said with a smile.

“Yeah, think I might be getting a little too old…” Russell chucked lightly, running a hand through his long hair. “So? What d’you think? One last hurrah, and then we hang this up? I was thinking maybe we could open up a brewery, you know? A family place. Bet the kids would love it.”

“Sounds nice,” you said with a yearning smile. You wanted all of that and more. “I’d love to retire with you.”

“But?”

You laughed slightly at his anticipating look. “But I don’t think you can yet.”

His eyebrows drew together till they met above the bridge of his freckled nose. “What d’you mean? I just told you I’m ready.”

“You say you are, but you aren’t,” you replied like the annoying Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland. “Have you solved the murder yet?”

Russell licked his lips, which was his telltale sign that you caught him there. After all, you knew him better than anyone in this world – knowing when he needed to be pushed and shoved was part of it.

“No, but I don’t need to anymore. Look, the only reason I wanted to solve it was because I thought I had to prove my innocence to Colter. And well, turns out I didn’t. He believed me anyways, so…”

“That wasn’t the only reason,” you reminded him with a scrutinizing look.

“Maybe, but like I said – Dory thinks we should keep all this bullshit in the past, and after the last three years, I’m starting to agree with her,” Russell said, dragging a hand over his face.

“Look, if that’s what you want–”

“It’s what I want,” he assured you and placed a hand on your thigh, gently squeezing it. “Having my little brother and sister back is enough. I don’t need more. Nothing good ever comes from being greedy.”

You nodded in understanding, clearing your throat. “Still, in the name of our deal to always be honest, I kinda have to confess something.”

Rising from your seat, you dusted off your awful, flowery skirt and wandered to the wall safe once more, retrieving a thick folder from it. You took your place next to Russell again, his questioning eyes meeting yours as you handed him your research.

“When you didn’t come back after a year or so, I started looking into it as well. Might have done a full deep-dive,” you admitted with a bite of your lip.

Russell shot you a chiding look, shaking his head, but most of all, he was worried. “I told you to leave it alone. You don’t know what sorta people we’re dealing with here, but we do know they’re dangerous.”

“I know. I just wanted to help. Figured I could speed it along. I do have more access than you,” you countered softly. “I’m sorry, okay? But I was careful. I promise.”

“Good,” he said and looked at you, interlacing your fingers with his. “‘Cause the last thing I want is losing you over this bullshit, too.”

Nodding, you squeezed his hand in reassurance. “There’s something you should know, though.” He raised his brow anew – you’d always been full of surprises. Life certainly had never been boring. “Someone accessed the files after me.”

“Who?”

“I don’t know. Definitely had a higher clearance than me, though,” you replied.

Russell threw his arms up, and you could see he was getting more upset again. “See? This is what I’m talking about! The whole point of us separating was to keep you and the kids away from it. Otherwise, we could’ve just stayed together, and I could’ve joined Horizon anyways.”

“I know that, too,” you said remorsefully. “But don’t worry. I wasn’t followed, and no one ever came after me. I made sure of it. It’s been two years now. They probably figured it was nothing after I didn’t reach out to you straight away.”

“Still… I don’t want you involved, alright?”

“What about Colter? Doesn’t he want to know? He doesn’t strike me as someone who just lets things go,” you noted observantly.

Russell clicked his tongue – a sign of defeat. “He isn’t, but he’s not gonna find anything either. I mean, the only reason I know is because you were so relentless and kept digging.”

“You haven’t told him what we found out?”

Russell licked his lips and admitted quietly, “No. I don’t think it does anyone any good to keep looking into this.”

Leaning forward and hugging your knees, your head bobbed pensively. “I thought you guys talked about what happened?”

“We did. Kinda… It’s complicated,” he stated, swallowing. “Dory was easy, you know? I guess she never really believed it… But it took a while till Colter even picked up the phone, let alone answered a goddamn text message. Had to get a little annoying.”

You smirked. “Well, you’re good at that. That’s how you won me over.”

“By being persistent?”

“Exactly. Like a tardigrade.” You grinned. “I mean, you kind of are doing it now again, too.”

He chuckled quietly. “Yeah, guess so.”

“Is that why you haven’t told him about me and the kids? Because you’re not sure about him yet?”

“Partially, yeah,” he admitted. “I guess I wanted to protect you. And maybe myself a little, too… Not sure I’m ready for those two worlds to meet yet, you know? I mean, you and the kids are the best things that ever happened to me, and when I look at Colter or Dory, I’m sometimes reminded of the worst things in my life.”

“What about your mother?”

Russell let out an exhaustive sigh that was half amused. “Geez, you haven’t changed a bit. You still ask the most uncomfortable questions possible.”

You laughed a little. “Gathering intelligence in uncomfortable ways is kind of my job, Shaw.”

“Yup, and no one’s better at it than you, sweetheart,” Russell quipped.

“So I’m guessing it’s a no on Mommie Dearest?”

Russell licked his lips, shaking his head. “I don’t wanna see her. Mostly because I don’t even know what to fucking say anymore,” he said. “I don’t want her to meet the kids either.”

“It’s okay,” you assured him and took his hand in yours. “It’s your choice, Russ. We go at your pace, alright?”

“Thank you.” Russell brought your intertwined hands to his lips, kissing the back of your hand before he looked at you deeply, a smile dancing across his plump lips. “I love you.”

You mirrored his smile, your heart fluttering like a wild butterfly in your chest. “I love you, too.”

“I’ll tell them – Dory and Colter. I want this to work,” he promised. “Just… after we finish this. I want him to have a clear head. I prefer not to get him killed, you know?”

“I get it. I thought the same thing when I first met you, too,” you joked, patting his chest. “But you brought him into this. It’s kinda on you.”

Russell scratched his bearded chin. “Yeah, but I didn’t exactly know what I’d bring him into.”

“Didn’t you, though?”

Amused, Russell bobbed his head. “Yeah, maybe I did,” he acknowledged. “You know, when Manny called me–”

Your eyes widened. “Manny called you?”

Russell blinked at you, brow creased in confusion. “Yeah, why?”

“That motherfucker…”

Furiously, you stomped to the desk and grabbed the radio. “Drone-5. This is Queen Bee-1. Report to Hive.”

The static of the radio cracked almost instantly, as if the idiot had been waiting all night for this call. “Yo, Queen Bee-1. How’s my boy?” Manny’s laugh echoed through the basement.

Russell’s glowing cheeks reached his eyes when he heard his friend’s voice. He’d known the guy almost as long as Doug.

“You’re the one who fucking told him?!” you yelled into the radio, almost crushing the device in your hand.

“To be fair, I told him not to engage with tango,” Manny sheepishly replied.

“Ha-ha, funny. Fuck you,” you huffed and tossed Russ the walkie-talkie. He caught it with one hand.

His boyish grin widened as he pushed the button. “You know, Drone-5, you could’ve told me you were actually working this thing.”

“Aw, you know I can’t do that. But I guess congrats on crashing another operation. You’re Worker Bee-3 now. Old habits die hard, huh?” Manny chuckled.

“Yeah, I guess…” Russell replied with a lighthearted chuckle, but his teeth tugged pensively at his lips.

“Great to have you back, brother. Hope this works out for you. See you on the other side, man. Oh, and could you move like three feet to the left and turn the washer off? We can barely hear and see you guys, and Drone-2 just ran out to grab popco–”

“No, absolutely not. Out,” you snapped as you grabbed the radio from Russ. He laughed as you put it furiously back on the desk. You knew what you had signed up for, but you still deserved some privacy. Annoyed, you took off your cross necklace – another bug – and settled down beside him again.

“What did he say when he called you?”

“Nothing much, really. Just told me your coordinates and that you like to pick up your mail at three o’clock at the local post office,” Russell replied.

You shook your head, smiling. “Well, he always loved you, so…” You started to chew on your lower lip, the anxiety in your belly returning. For the sake of your mind and heart, you had to make sure Russell was fully back, and this wasn’t just a fluke. “You know, I worry sometimes that if you don’t face this thing with your family, you’ll always feel this way. I mean, after Lewis was born–”

“I know.” Russell nodded, swallowing thickly. He saw the worry shimmering in your eyes, and it cracked his heart a little. “I know I kinda lost it there. Took me by surprise, too. Trust me. Figured I had dealt with all that shit already, you know? But I guess seeing you with him and feeling all that love myself, I just-… I don’t know. I don’t know how she could do it… Ashton was one thing, but she just stood by. And I don’t even know what the hell she was up to while he took us out into those woods…” He shook his head as if to rattle the answer out of his brain. “And then when we found out you were pregnant again… I mean, I’d barely held it together with Lewis. Everything just became a blur. I couldn’t think straight anymore, and I worried all the time I’d be like them…”

“I tried to help,” you said softly.

“I know you did. Guess this was just something I had to figure out on my own,” he replied with a beat shrug.

“How’s your vision now? Still blurry?”

“Clearer than ever.” A smile flickered alive on his lips, green eyes boring into yours as he leaned in and kissed you slowly like he meant every word. Blowing a raspberry, he then turned his attention to the file in his lap. “So, what am I gonna find in there?”

“Honestly, nothing we haven’t already puzzled together,” you replied, teeth gnawing on your bottom lip. “But I found a couple of names associated with your parents. Thought maybe you could look at them and see if you recognize the person you saw in the woods.”

“I already know where this is going…”

“Russ, please, just–”

Russell interrupted you, placing a soothing palm on your thigh that curbed your enthusiasm. “I’ll think about it, alright?”

Satisfied, you raised two placating hands. “All I was asking…”

“How was the lasagna?”

After four hours in the basement, you and Russell quietly treaded up the stairs a few minutes after midnight, finding Colter in the kitchen, eating leftovers out of the ceramic form in the warm glow of the stove light. Tom, on the other hand, had passed out on the couch, only the blue flickers of the TV and the soft noises of a peaceful nature documentary filling the silence of the dark living room.

“Excellent,” Colter stated, swallowing down a mouthful of lasagna before speaking. “I told Tom he should be a chef in a restaurant or something.”

Russell’s brow knitted in doubt. “Really? Lemme try.”

“You just ate two entire bags of junk. You can’t still be hungry,” you argued with a giggle, shaking your head.

“It’s lasagna,” Russell said simply, grabbed a fork from the drawer, and dove right in.

That man would eat anything. You’d seen him do it, too. He didn’t even go hungry when he was lost in a desert.

“Wow, that is good,” Russell announced his judgement with a full mouth. “Maybe we should hire Tom for the brewery, huh?”

“I’m guessing this means you two talked?” Colter asked with a carefully arched brow.

“Hmm. I don’t know,” Russell mused in jest. “What d’you say, sweetheart? You taking me back?”

You rolled your eyes at his antics. “Guess I have to. God knows returning you is impossible.”

Russell laughed and slung an arm around your waist, pulling you closer. He kissed your temple.

But then you noticed Colter’s smile falter, his brows creasing in question. “Is your hair different?”

“Shit!”

Wide-eyed, you bolted back down the creaking stairs to the basement, hearing Russell’s laughter fill the kitchen.

“Was she wearing a wig? And her eyes too, right?” Puzzled, Colter tried to piece it all together. He had already figured by your extensive vocabulary of swear words that you might be a better match for his older brother than he had initially surmised.

“Yup, all fake, man,” Russell confirmed and smirked. “Still think she’s not my type yet?”

“No, I can see it now,” Colter admitted, chuckling. “So, you guys are good?”

“Yeah, I think so.” Russell nodded and shoved his hands into the pockets of his jacket, swallowing.

Colter’s smile widened, filling the older Shaw’s stomach with more guilt. “That’s great. Happy for you, man. Guess that means you’re retiring now, huh?”

Russell scratched the back of his neck. “Uh, we’ll see. Always depends on what the wife decides, you know?”

Yup, he sprinkled that important bit of information into a joke. Then, he watched his little brother take a stumped step back, brow furrowing and unfurrowing and then furrowing again.

“Wha-, wife?”

Russell produced a popping sound with his lips like the noise of a bottle when the cork was pulled. Welp, this bottle was surely open now.

“Yup, got married in Thailand in 2011,” he added another helpful tidbit of information, but Colter’s jaw dislodged all the same.

“Alright, got this all figured out,” you said, sauntering back into the kitchen with a pastel pink towel wrapped around your head and a matching bathrobe. You’d just grabbed them from the dryer, the fluffy material still cozily warm. It was the best option, considering you didn’t want to mess around with your wig as well after popping the lenses back in had already cost you most of your patience. In your little bubble of bliss, you hadn’t instantly noticed the brothers staring at you. But once you did, your brows morphed into a frown. “What’s going on?”

“You two are married?” Colter asked, a pointed finger flicking from Russell to you.

You threw your arms up, looking at your husband. “I was gone for five minutes! What happened to telling him after the operation?”

Russell offered you a sheepish shrug. “Well, this old soldier’s getting weak too, apparently.”

“He said it like a joke…” Colter mumbled, still in the middle of processing this new revelation. His older, estranged-but-now-less-strange brother had a wife. A family. Friends. And he knew none of it. What else was there? Kids?

“Yeah, he does that...” You shot your husband a scolding sideways look. “Should I leave you two alone for this?” you then offered, hoping the answer was a goddamn yes.

“Why would you? You’re family, right?” Colter retorted with a dry smile and a sharp look.

You pursed your lips. While you could see some similarities between the brothers, you took note of one big difference: Russell wasn’t as sarcastic and sharp-tongued. Probably because Russell had always been more concerned with what he should, would, or could share with people in an overthinking loop, while his younger brother seemed obviously free of that burden.

“Don’t take it out on her,” Russell stepped in gently, which really was a warning. “She didn’t know about any of this. Kinda pushed her into it.”

“Seems to be your style,” Colter scoffed.

“Can’t work for the CIA without going through a baptism of fire, little brother,” Russell said simply, giving an unapologetic shrug of his shoulders.

“Why would you not tell me?” Colter stared at him, his look a mix of reproach and agitation.

“Look, you weren’t exactly welcoming during our first meeting,” Russell argued with a bit of bark in his deep voice, although confrontation was probably not the best approach. But why should he always have to take the blame for everything? He’d already done that for more than two decades.

“That was months ago,” Colter countered, scowling. “I’d like to think I’ve come around since then… Coulda told me after we saved Doug.”

Russell let out a small sigh of defeat, rolling his eyes back slightly. He rubbed the bridge of his nose. “No, yeah, you’re right. I’m sorry, man, alright?” he apologized earnestly.

With a questioning brow, you carefully nudged your husband’s arm. “What happened to Doug? Is he alright?”

“Yeah, uh, he went to work for Horizon with me. I’ll tell you later, okay?” Russell replied, his voice a lot quieter as if sharing a secret, and if Horizon was involved he probably was.

“Is Tracy okay?”

“She’s fine. Little shook up. You should probably give her a call. Smooth things out,” Russell told you.

Tracy thought you worked in marketing at some company for the government. Whenever you, Russell, and Doug were stuck on a mission, the boys made you call her to “smooth things out” – aka reassuring her everything was certainly fine with her husband and he wasn't in any danger at all. They’d once made you call her from a Black Hawk. The noise had been fun to explain away – you’d told her you were picking up a client from a helicopter pad.

Colter chewed on the insides of his cheeks. “So she knows Doug, too?”

Russell nodded. “Yeah, me and Doug were mostly Delta, but SAD liked to borrow us from time to time. We ran in her team for quite a while. She was actually the one who recruited me.”

At his little wink your way, you smiled. He’d come along way from the sweet boy you had once teased like a special-forces-trained kindergartner.

“Listen, things were obviously a little complicated between me and her the last few years,” Russell (under)stated. “But I’ve brought you here for a reason, okay? Figured it’s time you meet your sister-in-law.”

Eyes drifting from you to Russell, Colter pursed his lips – a tell he shared with his brother.

“Are you mad? I can’t tell.” Frowning, Russell tilted his head.

“No,” you absentmindedly replied for Colter, who gave you a curious look but steered his attention back to Russell.

“No,” the younger Shaw repeated your assumption. “I mean, not more than I was before, you know?”

Russell’s creases only deepened. “No, I don’t know.”

“He means he’s indifferent about knowing or not knowing we’re married because he’s already pissed about not knowing about my existence in general,” you explained.

“Ah. Your nerd is showing, sweetheart,” Russell teased you with a smile that made your heart melt.

“Dory would like her,” Colter commented like the thought had just popped into his head – something else he didn’t share with his brother.

You’d always wondered about the youngest Shaw of the three. Russell could never tell you much about Dory. His memory had been one of a smart and feisty nine-year-old, not a young woman and physics professor.

Thumbing at you, Russell cocked a brow at his brother. “Is she right, though?”

“Spot on, actually.” Colter’s tongue poked his cheek, his gaze flickering with a hint of astonishment and new-found respect for you. “And I guess I’m not really mad either way. Just… surprising, you know? I should’ve asked. That’s on me.”

Russell seemed more than a little baffled to hear this, considering he had to pause to find an appropriate response. “No, uh, we’re good. I could’ve just told you, anyways.”

“Yeah, no, that’s alright.” Colter swallowed, sending his older brother a smile of forgiveness. “Honestly, I was glad to hear you weren’t alone all this time, so…”

Russell’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he pushed down the lump in his throat. With a nod, he averted his green eyes to the kitchen floor. “Thanks, man. Appreciate it.”

“Aw, aren’t you guys adorable,” you teased.

Colter wanted to retort something dry-witted, but Russell held up a warning finger. “Ah – wait for it… Trust me. She’s not done.”

“You girls need tissues or a tampon, maybe?”

“Oh, Dory would definitely like her,” Colter repeated his earlier statement with an amused grin.

Russell, on the other hand, shot you a pointed look, but that had barely ever stopped you before. “Okay, you can lay down. You don’t have to give him the initiation. No hazing my little brother,” he ordered you sternly, and you stifled a snort. “And no one better kidnaps him tonight and puts a bag over his head, alright? I don’t wanna pick him up beaten and bloody from some warehouse tomorrow morning.”

“Hm, what?” Colter’s brow furrowed. For the first time, you could see slight panic spread in his pupils.

Who was hazing who now?

You rolled your eyes in feigned annoyance. “Fine, we’ll leave him alone,” you acted your capitulation.

The younger Shaw blinked at you. “Thank you?”

“Should we at least tell him about the other thing while we’re at it?” you asked Russell with a suggestive look.

Thoughtfully, he paused for a beat, then clicked his tongue. “No, I got it from here. It’s getting late. We’ve been here long enough,” he decided. “This is less becoming a friendly ‘welcome-to -the-neighborhood’ dinner and more starting to look like an orgy to the neighbors. Especially since you’ve put on the robe.”

“It just came from the dryer. Look, it’s so soft and warm,” you argued, pouting, your palms caressing the fluffy material on your arms.

“Uh-huh.”

The little bob of his Adam’s apple made you grin slyly. The way his jaw ticked and his pupils widened with a primal hunger, you could tell he wanted to tear that robe right off of you. The thought caused a shudder to run down your spine.

“What, uh, other thing do you have to tell me?” Colter asked and smiled expectantly, tapping his fingers on the the counter.

Russell, however, grabbed his arm and dragged his curious little brother toward the exit. “I’ll tell you in the car,” he said and thumbed to the front door behind his shoulder. “Wait outside. Gimme five minutes, alright?”

Wordlessly, Colter nodded without argument, gave you a quick goodbye-wave of his hand, and strolled leisurely back to his car as if he knew exactly what his older brother intended to do.

As expected, Russell impatiently conquered your lips, roughly pressing you against the foyer’s wall, your arms draping around his neck.

“What’s the bedroom situation in this place?” he asked between kisses.

“First floor, west side, third window from the right. I’ll leave it unlatched,” you replied, smiling against his lips. “Tom’s always sleeping on the couch. Part of our cover is going to marriage counseling with Pastor Jeff, which happens to work out great for us.”

You exhaled a shuddered breath when one of his hands wandered past the robe and splayed warm against your ribcage, just underneath your breast. His thumb fought an itch to get closer.

“Wouldn’t do that, baby,” you murmured into his ear with an amused smirk. “That boner’s not gonna go away in five minutes.”

“Mmm, I know,” he groaned and dropped his head between your boobs, lips pressing a chaste kiss to your collarbone. If he continued on with this, your arousal would surely streak down your bare thighs soon. Luckily, he had mercy on the both of you. “I’ll talk to him and then come back, okay?”

You nodded with a smile. He kissed your lips, then your forehead, and then disappeared through the door with the same cometary velocity he had entered your vision.

And all you could do was hope you’d see him one more time in your life.

“So?”

4.3 seconds after Colter killed the engine of his pickup in a spot a block away to the west side of your house – as per Russell’s very specific instruction – he stared scrutinizingly at his older brother.

Impatience was also a family trait – one even their father had despised.

“Look, uhm, there’s no easy way to break the news…”

“Is this about you having two kids?”

When Russell’s eyes met Colter’s, he didn’t recognize any anger, hurt or resentment in them – just pure slyness. At least that was good news. His little brother was just going to be annoying about this whole thing.

“Yeah, remember those five minutes you left me alone in the car? I called Bobby. Had him check some things out for me. Wasn’t easy to find. I’ll give you that…”

As expected, Colter was going to be a smartass about it. He figured it out on his own. He won the game.

“Hmm.” Russell pursed his lips, nodding. “You do know the CIA is on your guy’s ass now, right? Shouldn’t have done it in their perimeter, man. Manny’s probably all over this by now…”

Then his brow knit as if the thought of his old friend had provoked an idea, his head tilting with narrowed eyes at the air vents on the dashboard. How long had that car been parked outside and out of sight again?

Like a game of Operation, Russell then used thumb and pointer finger as his tweezers to retrieve a tiny bug – the spy kind.

“Gotcha,” Russell muttered, smirking. He then held the bug close to the speakers of the radio before turning up the volume to its highest setting – only for a second. He switched the radio off, rolled down the window, and threw the unwanted listening device onto the pavement. “That should teach ‘em a lesson…”

Colter cocked an incredulous brow at his brother. “They bugged my car?”

“Oh, trust me, they bug anything they can get their greedy little hands on,” Russell retorted. “Would probably check for a tracker underneath, too.”

“Great, thanks,” Colter huffed wryly.

“Hey, you wanted in. That’s what they do,” Russell reminded him, shrugging, but there was a smile of amusement on his lips.

Colter only bobbed his head. “So, you and her? You guys are good now? Just like that? Seemed… easy. Sorta…”

Russell chuckled lightly, brushing a hand through his beard. He knew his relationship with you was unconventional, but it had always worked for you and him.

“Me and Y/N have a deal, you know? It’s not all black and white. I mean, we became aware a long time ago that the two of us operate in a lot of gray zones. But, uh, we always know we can rely on each other, you know? Doesn’t matter if we’ve been separated by time or space,” Russell explained to the best of his abilities.

“So what happened?” Colter prompted with the same amount of confusion. “Why did you guys split up? I saw on the birth certificate your daughter was only two years old. I mean, did you-… did you even know?”

Russell inhaled deeply, nodding. “I knew she was pregnant. When she told me back then, I-…” He paused, licking his lips. It wasn’t something he had ever talked about with anyone before – not even you. “Well, shortly after that, I had a breakdown and I-… I almost hurt her.” He choked on the words, fighting the sting in his eyes.

He’d tried so hard to forget, wasn’t even sure he had ever really apologized for it to you because he so badly didn’t want it to exist that he’d tried to wish it out of literal existence, and hence, never really blamed you for leaving like you did. He understood. In fact, he had even wished you’d leave. He had convinced himself you’d be better off without him – something he still believed to be true – but he also knew he wasn’t better off without you.

He’d been lost and alone. And maybe, he was being selfish by crashing back into your life now. Or Dory’s. And Colter’s.

“I mean, nothing ever really bad happened. It’s just-… That night I came scarily close,” Russell confessed, swallowing thickly. He still hated himself for that night and everything that followed. “It’s like a switch flipped, you know? I couldn’t do anything against it… And Lewis saw parts of it, and I was already impatient with him and short with her the weeks before, so I just left that night and disappeared for two months. Volunteered for some mission. Figured it was best for everybody.”

It’s better off if he never comes back…

Russell licked his chapped lips. The next part was the hardest.

“When I got back, she told me she got a job offer in another country, and that she would be taking it and taking Lewis with her. She wanted me to use the time to… I don’t know… solve this, I guess.” He let out a humorless scoff at the painful memory.

Russell hadn’t seen it at first, maybe because he hadn’t wanted to, his anger and pain blurring the truth. After his son had been born, Russell knew you could see him struggling, so you started digging deeper into his family and what really happened. And when you’d found something – Horizon – you’d told him you could infiltrate. Naturally, Russell had passed a hard no – it had been a five-hour long fight, but he'd emerged victoriously by the end. So, you’d told him he should do it, but he didn’t want to leave you, and he didn’t want to endanger and jeopardize his family.

He’d told he was fine, but he wasn’t. It kept gnawing on him – and gnawing and gnawing and gnawing… till you eventually pulled the plug and ended his suffering.

“I was exhausted, so I told her we’d talk about it in the morning. When I woke up, they were gone. Didn’t even notice she’d already packed.”

Colter was silent for a beat. “Was it PTSD or something?”

“Or somethin’,” replied Russell.

“But you’re good now?” Colter checked with a warily raised brow.

“Guess so…”

Truthfully, Russell didn’t know if he was or wasn’t. He’d tried hard to figure out what it was exactly that had set him off that night and fix it, but he didn’t know if that feeling would ever disappear for good. He just knew he had never felt that way again since then. But could he guarantee it would never come back?

He didn’t know.

“Look, all I know is, seeing you and Dory again helped, so…” Russell twitched his shoulders and sighed. He didn’t know what else to say, how to explain it better, but Colter seemed to understand anyway, reading between the lines.

Russell worried he’d be like their father.

“I think I get it.” The younger Shaw nodded and licked his lips. “You know, you’re not crazy like Dad was, Russ. I mean, don’t get me wrong, you’re crazy in your own way, but I wouldn’t worry about the other stuff.”

“Well, thanks,” Russell said, not convinced but appreciative of the vote of confidence. “Makes at least one of us…”

“I-, uh, I noticed their names,” Colter then said and clarified, “Lewis and Amelia. Like explorers. Like us.”

“Ah.” Russell smacked his lips and brushed it off, “Wasn’t really my idea. I told Y/N that story once. Guess she took a liking to it..”

“Are you, you know, gonna tell Mom?”

Russell was almost surprised by the question. The brothers had barely talked about their mother since they’d reconnected. Considering Colter had never brought her up again after their first meeting, Russell figured there was a reason for that – and he thought he probably knew the reason, too.

Russell scoffed a chuckle and looked at his little brother with an almost incredulous look. “I think you can guess the answer to that one,” he replied and figured it said enough. “Did you tell her I came back?”

Colter pursed his lips, and Russell took it as a sign of admission. So his mother knew. Great…

“Sorta,” Colter admitted hesitantly.

“What d’she say?” Russell almost smiled out of amusement. He already knew the answer, but his brother still seemed reluctant. “C’mon, you can tell me. I’m not gonna be butthurt after twenty years…”

“She told me to ignore you,” Colter finally confessed, but the words left a bitter taste in his mouth. They had ever since his mother said them, but even more so now that he knew his brother – and parts of the truth.

“Hmm,” Russell hummed with tight lips and ground his jaw.

Granted, the confession stung more than Russell would ever be willing to admit. The tiny, naive part inside of him had constructed a hopeless fantasy of his mother having a sudden change of heart over the last two decades and happily welcoming her firstborn back. Apparently, not a thing had changed, though, and he cursed himself for feeling disheartened.

“But I actually haven’t talked to her in a while now,” Colter added with a small shrug, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel.

“Huh, really?”

“Yeah, uh, and when I did, I didn’t exactly tell her I didn’t take her advice, you know? So…”

“Why not?” Russell’s brow furrowed a little more as he analyzed each word, simultaneously realizing why he had been so reluctant to share his life with Colter before – his subconscious had been afraid his alienated little brother would report back to the mothership.

Colter’s lips pursed. “Because I disagree.”

“Ah.”

Colter chewed on his lower lip. “Look, I know you and Dory wanna keep all of this in the past and play family – and trust me, I want that too,” he assured, but his heart was beating fast in his chest. “But I need to know, man. I need to know why she lied about this for twenty years and, you know, did all of this,” he insisted, and yet, Russell could tell he wasn’t done. He might have broken the dam. “She did it to you. I mean, aren’t you mad?”

“Of course I’m mad,” the older Shaw admitted, but there was no fire behind his words.

“Then why are you so calm?”

Amused, Russell chuckled, shrugging. “Probably ‘cause I’ve been dealing with this a lot longer than you, little brother.”

“So, what are we gonna do now?”

“We ain’t gonna do anything,” Russell clarified, his voice stern. He’d die to protect his family, you and the kids, and do anything in his power to keep you out of it, but Colter was a grown-up – a free agent. If he didn’t want to listen, Russell couldn’t force him. “Look, you wanna find out, you go find out. And if you do find something and need help, you call. But I can’t be involved in this,” he explained, his firm expression morphing into something more vulnerable and sincere. “And frankly, I don’t care that much. You, me, Dory, Y/N, the kids – that’s all that matters, trust me. You’re not gonna feel better or more… whole after finding those answers.”

“How do you know? Do you know what really happened?” Colter instantly asked, and Russell knew in that moment, it’d be hopeless. His brother wouldn’t stop till he found it – forever restless.

“No, I told you. I don’t,” Russell repeated, and while he didn’t know everything, he omitted that he knew something.

“What about Y/N?”

Russell froze at the bare mention of your name, his protective instincts kicking in. “Leave her out of this,” he all but snarled.

But Colter didn’t think about stopping. “Did you ever ask her? I mean, she’s CIA. She could probably find out something, right?”

“Yeah, I asked her once, alright? Was a long time ago,” Russell admitted, sighing. The intended lie would stick better if there was some truth to it – you had taught him that.

“C’mon, Russ… And?” Colter impatiently threw his arms up, brow raising higher and higher as he waited for an answer.

“She never found anything,” Russell said with a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders.

This time, it wasn’t just an omission. It was a blatant lie.

“I think whatever Dad was involved in – or both of ‘em – was just some activist shit. I don’t think the government cares.” Lie. “We both know he had a mental thing. Paranoid, probably schizophrenic… I mean, Mom used to pump him full of meds sometimes when he got too out of hand.” Truth. He then stole a glance at his little brother and saw the confusion shimmering on his face. Russell scoffed. “You didn’t know that, did you?”

Quietly, Colter shook his head.

“Well, you were a kid,” Russell said and hoped it would curb the blow slightly, although he knew better than that. “He always took something as far back as I can remember. She used to prepare his pills every evening after you and Dory went to bed. But when we moved to the cabin, he started refusing to take them. Said they made him ‘not clear-headed enough.’ Kinda ironic,” he shared and snorted. “When it got too bad, though, she’d still crush ‘em into his food.”

Colter took everything in with a nod but didn’t say anything more.

“You good over there?” Russell checked after a full minute had passed.

“Yeah,” Colter said and even tried to form a reassuring smile before the attempt failed. Instead, he swallowed. “Just a lot, you know? I didn’t know. I mean, I had some idea, but not-… not that.”

“Yeah, I figured,” Russell said, his voice almost a whisper in the silence of the night. “Like I said, you were a kid…”

When Russell finally left the car to sneak back to you, his shoulders felt a little lighter and his heart a little calmer. He might just float through that unlatched window tonight.

The bad news was, though, he might not be able to retire just yet.

Part 5: This Is a Start

Honestly, I should've called this chapter "Heart-to-Heart Part II" 😂 I'll see you for the finale next week, but as you know, it's not the end for them – only just the beginning 😉

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Kinktober (16) Knifeplay

Natasha X Reader 18+

Summary: Playing cat and mouse with the infamous Black Widow was never a good idea. Especially when it meant you would be left wet and desperate.

Warnings/Tags: Enemies/Lovers, Knife Play, Dom Natasha, Teasing, Dirty Talk, Edging

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Your eyes scanned your surroundings, searching for a certain redhead assassin you were trying to escape from. Maybe, just maybe it wasn’t a good idea to piss off the infamous Black Widow during her mission, well the mission you just ruined. Straining your ears, you tried to listen for any sort of sound like a gentle footstep or a shallow breath, but you couldn’t hear anything.

“Gotcha,” she purrs into your ear, your body jumping at the presence but stilling immediately at the feeling of a blade pressed against your throat. A low chuckle tickled your ear, the sound sending a wave of arousal to in between your legs at the husky and seductive tone. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“I wasn’t going anywhere…” The metal is pressed harder against the column of your throat at the lie, her front flush against your back, the feeling of her breasts pressing into you not helping with your untimely state of arousal.

“Oh really?” she teases, “So you weren’t running away then?” her mouth moves so her hot breath fans over your neck, lips ghosting the skin.

“No,” you sigh out, a shaky breath leaving you as she moves the blade to gently scrape your skin, “I wasn’t running away from anything.”

“Then what were you doing?” her mouth presses open mouthed kisses along the side of your neck, her teeth occasionally nibbling on the skin as your chest rises and falls with each ragged breath.

“Perhaps I was running towards something instead,” you try to sound cocky and sarcastic, but she can hear the affected tone of your voice.

“But I thought you weren’t going anywhere?” she smirks against your skin, your mouth opening and closing, lost for words as you realise you’ve just screwed yourself over. “So, not only have you ruined my mission but you’ve also lied to me,” her tone drops an octave, and her face pulls back from your neck, her arm spinning you two around, so your backs pressed against a nearby wall, her body in front of you, hand still holding the knife to your throat. “It’s almost like you want to be punished, Kotenok.”

“I’m sorry-”

“Apologies aren’t going to get you anywhere tonight Dorogaya,” she moves closer to you, mouth ghosting yours, “So don’t even bother. All I want to hear is the sound of you moaning or begging me to let you come, you understand that Kotenok?” You nod your head as best you can, not wanting to already annoy her and speak. “Good girl,” she rasps out, pressing her lips to yours, tongue swiping over your bottom lip then sliding into your mouth, dominating it as her tongue explores your mouth. You groan lewdly into the sloppy kiss, your hands clenching by your sides as you know not to touch her until she gives you permission. “Now, let’s get you out of this,” her fingers deftly move so the knife slides under the collar of your shirt before tearing straight through it.

Natasha drags the knife down to the hem of your shirt, her ripping the fabric off at the end to expose your bra covered chest and abdomen completely. The knife returns to your neck, tilting your head up by pressing into the underside of your jaw, a red mark forming at the pressure of the metal. You're looking up at her now, her green eyes darkened with lust as she takes in your body, lips tugging into a smirk at how your chest tries to steady your breathing but to no avail.

“Are you going to be good for me Kotenok?” she whispers, leaning down to ghost her lips over yours once again, the knife trailing down your neck and sitting on your collar bones, the tip of the blade digging into your skin slightly, the pain and thrill sending a wave of pleasure through you, your panties well and truly soaked now. You nod your head at her question, eyes lost in the mere slithers of green in hers. She smiles at you before claiming your lips briefly, her mouth then moves to your neck, tongue soothing over the small scrape from the blade.

You whimper when you feel her move the knife once again, the tip now pressing against your bra as she circles your nipple with the sharp object. She teases your sensitive chest through your bra, the knife scratching against the fabric, her free hand moving behind your back to unclasp it. You help her take off the item quickly before stilling once again at the sensation of the cold metal on your chest. She traces along your breasts, then dragging the blade down the valley in between them before tapping each of your perk nipples with the tip.

“I bet your dripping for me right now,” she mutters against your neck, “Do you want me to fuck you Kotenok?”

“Please, I need you Natasha,” you moan out when the blade continues down your body, down over your abdomen then slipping into the waistband of your pants. You tilt your head down to look at her hands, watching how her fingers twirl the knife in a way to slice open your pants, her fingers then tugging the item down your legs.

“So wet,” she groans to herself, the knife playing with the waistband of your panties now. You feel her move the knife across the line of fabric, teasingly playing with the item of clothing before the sound of tearing fills your ears.

“Fuck,” you mutter, throwing your head back and letting it hit the wall, the blade now moving down to your core. “Nat,” your voice is shaky as you look at her, the thrill getting a little too much now. She notices the hesitant look in your eyes, tapping your clit with the blade twice before stabbing it into the wall near you, your breath hitching at the action.

“Tell me you want me,” she husks out, mouth back to yours as she looks into your dilated pupils.

“I need you,” you moan out, the feeling of her fingers sliding through your folds and gathering your wetness making you lean forward to rest your forehead against hers. “I want you to fuck me so bad, please make me come Nat,” your voice is laced with desperation before you press your lips to hers to muffle the sinful noises that tumble out of your lips when she thrusts two fingers into you.

Natasha pumps her fingers into you mercilessly, curling them against your g-spot with thrust to have you moaning into her mouth. Your back arches away from the wall, your body pressed into her as her free hand grabs both of your wrists, pinning them above your head.

“God,” you groan at her show of strength, hips bucking against her hand, “Please.” She chuckles at your desperation, her fingers sliding in and out of you relentlessly. A guttural noise escapes you when she moves her thumb to circle your clit, her swallowing the moan by sliding her tongue into your mouth once again. “I’m gonna come, fuck-” your moan is cut off with a whine when she pulls her fingers out of you, stopping you from reaching your orgasm. “No, please Nat-”

“Did you really think I’d let you come, Kotenok?” her tone is condescending and feigning disappointment, your cheeks flushing at the way she talks and looks at you. “If you’re good, I promise to make it up to you Dorogaya,” she whispers, pressing her lips to yours softly before pulling away completely. “Now I have to go and fix the mess you made,” she releases your hands and cups your face gently. “See you soon Dorogaya,” is the last thing she says before placing a farewell kiss to your forehead and leaving you all alone, wet and frustrated.

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✦ sweet tooth - percy jackson x reader

summary: percy jackson can’t differentiate between multivitamin gummies and normal ones wc: 446 a/n: ok but seriously who allowed vitamin gummies to be so good…

you and percy were about to head to your aunt’s house. you were searching every drawer, every shelf, practically tearing your room apart.

you searched for that one bottle your aunt had specifically asked for. her reminder rang in your mind: “don’t forget those multivitamin gummies for your little cousin. for some reason, they’re the only ones she’ll have!”

but, of course, they’d vanished. 

after 5 minutes of searching to no avail, you whirled around, spotting percy sitting on your bed next to all your bags he had packed for the road trip. he was watching you with an equal parts confused and equal parts amused expression. 

“what are you looking for?” he asked curiously. “you need help?”

“yeah actually,” you sighed, running your hands through your hair.

strange. percy didn’t respond, and his silence made you turn around and give him a questioning look. “is there something you’re not telling me?”

he just sat there, mute, his gaze shifting away ever so slightly.

your eyes narrowed. suspicious, you turned to the bed’s edge and finally spotted the bottle lying beneath one of your tossed pillows. 

you picked it up, shaking it, but there was no familiar rattle. no sound at all.

the bottle was empty.

you looked up at percy, who blinked at you, the picture of innocence.

he stayed silent.

you stood up, giving him another look as you held the bottle up. “percy?”

“i’m sorry! i didn’t know they were multivitamin gummies!” he scrambled to defense, “they were so good— i tried one, and it was like something kept pulling my hand to the bottle—“ 

“you seriously ate them all?” you cut him off, pointing to the big letters in bold that read: 

MULTIVITAMIN GUMMIES for supporting growth, ages 3+. 

“percy!” 

he stared at it for a few seconds, eyebrows furrowed and eyes squinted, before his mouth fell open in O shape. 

he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, “sorry…” he mumbled, before his voice pitched up as he remembered something, “but hey, in my defense, it’s not like i could read it!”

you sighed, waving the bottle in his face again to reiterate your point. “120 multi vitamin gummies, percy! one hundred and twenty!” you almost squealed. 

“forget my aunt or not being able to read it, how on earth did you manage to eat 120 gummies in one day?”

percy was silent, and he just blinked at you for a moment before shrugging.

“… 120 really good multivitamin gummies.” 

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No Matter How Far You Run (I'll Always Be Right Behind You) (Alex Morgan x Reader)

You were always told that your wedding day was supposed to be a momentous, and joyful occassion, if that were true, why were you feeling the way you were feeling? Why did you feel like you would never be good enough for Alex Morgan?

You’d gotten into the room over an hour ago, and for nearly the entirety of that hour, you’d been pacing, your palms sweaty and your heart racing, the bow tie around your neck growing tighter and tighter.  

“What about the flowers Em, did we get the right flowers???” You ask, your heart nearly beating out of your chest.  

“We got the right flowers Y/N, I promise.”  

“And the cake?” You ask, screeching to a halt, your hands running down your face. “What about the cake Em?” 

“We got the right cake, Y/N, you gotta calm down, okay?” Emily says, her own hands beginning to shake, your anxiety transferring to her in some form of mass hysteria.  

“What if I screw up my vows?” You ask, giving Emily no time to answer before you’re asking another question.  

“What if Alex decides I’m not worth it?” You gulp, your pacing increasing in speed.  

You continue to mutter unintelligibly under your breath words that Emily can’t quite make out, your anxiety only increasing her own.  

The door slowly creaks open, Kelley O’Hara poking her head through the crack.  

“Has she calmed down yet?” She asks, her brown orbs widening when she realizes Emily is nearly shaking just as much as you are.  

“I’ll take that as a no.” She says, slipping through the crack, the door clicking shut behind her.  

“Y/N, tell me what you’re thinking...” Kelley whispers gently, giving your shoulder a comforting squeeze. 

You sigh deeply, running your fingers through your hair, your mouth opening and closing as you search for words to describe the emotions you’re feeling.  

“She’s too good for me Kel.” You whisper, the shorter woman shaking her head as you turn to her, tears in your eyes.  

“You’re perfect for one another.” She whispers, tucking a loose strand of hair dangling in your face behind your ear.  

You shake your head, sniffling.  

“What if she regrets marrying me?” You mumble, your words so soft Kelley has to lean in to hear them.  

“She would never regret marrying you.” She smiles softly, her hands settling on your shoulders before she gives them a squeeze.  

You swallow hard, your Y/E/C orbs darting around Kelley’s face considering you’re unable to look her in the eye.  

You shake your head, your mouth opening and closing as you try to find your words the sound of Emily’s chair scooting across the floor making you stiffen.  

“She loves you Y/N.” Emily whispers as she places a comforting hand on your tuxedo covered back.  

“It’ll all be okay, alright?” Kelley whispers, cupping your cheek with one hand, running her thumb along your cheek in comfort.  

You nod, taking a deep breath as you try to calm yourself down, but it’s to no avail your inner turmoil again rearing its ugly head.  

Kelley and Emily’s shoulders sag, the pair feeling ease, despite the fact that you were beginning to tremble again.  

The room, though large enough to comfortably house a group of people feels claustrophobic, the room closing in on you as your heart again begins to race.  

“I can’t do this.” You mutter, causing both Emily and Kelley to jump as you turn on your heels and sprint out of the room, dashing in a random direction, putting as much distance between the pair as you possibly can.  

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You weren’t at all sure where you ended up in the venue, your sense of location completely off as you sprinted in random directions until you found a random room to camp out in.  

You cover your face with your trembling hands; your entire body beginning to shake. 

You knew you shouldn’t feel this way, you knew that this was supposed to be the happiest day of your life, but still, you couldn’t escape your own head, one thought followed by another, then another, each thought worse than the last.  

A part of you wanted to remain hidden, to curl up on the other side of the door until the wedding was over, but you knew you couldn’t do that, not to her. 

No matter how much you thought she deserved better, you couldn't break her heart like that. Despite that thought, you remain still, unable to force yourself to your feet.  

You go ridged at the sound of approaching heels, your chest tightening as you hold your breath, hoping that whoever it was would pass by, unaware of your presence.  

Unfortunately for you, the clicking heels stop just behind the door you’re currently leaning against.  

“Y/N?” You hear Alex’s soft whisper, and your eyes widen, the door slowly creaking open.  

“W-Wait, we’re not supposed to see each other.” You stammer, the woman on the other side of the door chuckling.  

“You’re more important than a silly tradition right now.”  

You shake your head, grabbing the edge of the door, holding it closed.  

“I know how important it is to you Alex.” You mutter, your throat bobbing.  

Alex falls silent before the door creaks open a bit wider, her hand slipping between the crack, her palm facing upwards, her fingers wiggling in a silent invitation.  

You take her hand with no sense of hesitation, the tightness in your chest ebbing away slightly.  

The two of you sit in silence, Alex’ fingers delicately playing with your own, the rapid racing of your heart decreasing with each passing second.  

“Do you want to tell me what’s wrong? Emily and Kelley said you might be having second thoughts...?” She asks and you take a breath, your throat bobbing as your hands grow clammy.  

You remain silent for a beat, the woman on the opposite side of the door squeezing your hand.  

“Do you...” You stiffen at the sound of the crack in Alex’s voice as she speaks words you know she wished she never would have to speak.  

“Do you not want to get married?” She asks, her voice quivering, your heart sinking in your chest at the soft utterance.  

You remain silent, your mouth opening and closing as you try to put your feelings into words.  

“Alex, there’s nothing I want more than to marry you, but...” You close your eyes, your breath catching in your throat. 

“What if you regret it?” You whisper, the woman on the other side of the door remaining silent as you put your thoughts into words.  

“I’m just going to screw it up, I’ve already screwed it up by running away and hiding like a coward.” You say, knocking your head against the wooden door behind you.  

“I’m not good enough for you, you deserve so much better, you deserve someone who isn’t going to run and hide on what’s supposed to be the best day of your life, and that’s not me.”  

Your heart clenches in your chest when Alex’s hand leaves your own, a lump forming in your throat.  

“Close your eyes.” She whispers, your brows furrowing as your eyes flutter shut.  

The door creaks open softly, your breath hitching as Alex’s hands settle on your chest before finding your shoulders, leading you to believe that she too has her eyes shut, following the tradition she holds dear.  

“You’re more than good enough for me.” She whispers, her fingers tangling in the fine hairs at the base of your neck.  

Her forehead rests gently against yours, her lips ghosting your own as she whispers.  

“You’re all I’ve ever wanted. I couldn’t and never would regret marrying you.” She says, bumping the tip of her nose against yours.  

“You didn’t screw anything up, and no matter how many times you run away, I’ll always be right behind you, because I love you, Y/N, and you’re worth chasing after.” She whispers, a tear streaming down your cheek, one that Alex quickly swipes away with the tip of her thumb.  

You sniffle, covering her hands with your own as you kiss her lips softly, her manicured nails scrapping the nape of your neck gently.  

Reluctantly you part, neither going far as your noses brush, a small smile stretching across your face.  

“So, should we go get married now?” You whisper a grin stretching across your face as the woman giggles, pecking your lips.  

“I think we should... As long as you still want to...?” She whispers and you smile, leaning your head back to kiss the tip of her nose.  

“There’s nothing I’d want more.”  

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Jungkook

𝓢𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓣𝓸𝓸𝓽𝓱 [Cookies]

Jimin isn't sure anymore what to think about you and Jungkook. But maybe tonight he realizes something.

Tags/Warnings: Human!Yoongi, Human!Jimin, Rottweiler hybrid!Jungkook, Cat hybrid!Reader, Enemies to friends to lovers, mentions of past trauma, some Yoonmin here and there oops, Main story focus are MC and Kook though, some Angst in this, major fluff too, christmas!!!

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Jimin has no idea how to talk to you anymore.

It’s not like you became an entirely different person overnight, or as if Jungkook actively keeps him away from you- it’s just.. awkward. He’s seen you search online for jobs, something you’ve never done before, or at least you’ve never actually seemed to be interested in that. And neither has he ever wanted you to do get one- he’s making enough money for the both of you, you don’t have to provide for yourself.

But he believes that Jungkook might have something to do with it.

“jiminie?” You say, skipping towards him to put your phone down, a page opened. “can you drive me to my job interview tomorrow?” You ask, and Jimin frowns, looking at the page on your phone.

It's an email. You’ve been apparently asking for a job at a local grocery store to just help stock the shelves and such, but Jimin worries. “are you sure?” He asks, and you deflate quite a bit. “eight hours a day is a bit much to start with..” he says, and you huff, slumping over onto the kitchen counter.

“But I wanna have my own money too…” you mumble, complaining when the door opens, Yoongi entering.

“But baby you don’t have to? Just tell me how much you need and I’ll give it to you.” Jimin says, earning some attention from Yoongi who gets himself a bottle of cold coffee from the fridge.

“But then- noo, that’s not right!” You huff, tail smacking against your chair you’re sitting on. “no, I need my own for that!” You complain. “eight hours isn’t a lot! I can do that!”

“Can I look at it?” yoongi asks, and Jimin slides the phone over with a sigh. “eight hours five days a week. Have you ever worked before?” He wonders, and you sheepishly shake your head. “then eight hours might be a bit much as a start. Don’t they offer part time positions?” He asks, and you shrug.

“I’ll get less money then though..” you say disappointed, leaning back a big as your legs swing around.

“Work your way up then.” Yoongi encourages. “it’s a good job, decent pay even as part time.” He mumbles, looking through the job description. “I’d like to look over the contract before you sign it though. Just to make sure it’s all good.” He says, turning around to throw the bottle in the trash.

Jimin notices instantly how you look at Yoongi.

“There’s my princess!” Jungkook however breaks through the moment, picking you up from the chair you’re sitting on to hug you, tail wagging with excitement. He’s apparently just come home from work to pick you up- like he always does.

These days, the moment Jungkook is available, you’re gone out of sight.

Yoongi has already slowly brought up the topic of potentially changing the living situations permanently in the future- switching around so to speak, with Jungkook and you living in one house, while Jimin and Yoongi occupy the other. Of course, this wouldn’t be official due to the fact that both Jungkook and you are still hybrids and therefore legally not allowed to rent or own any land or property, but it could still work as long as the paperwork stays the way it is right now. Jimin isn’t really sure if he likes the idea.

He knows it’s inevitable, but that doesn’t mean he likes it.

Jungkook and you are gone as quickly as always, with the dog hybrid helping you wrap your scarf around your neck to keep you warm outside. He’s taking you for a bit of a date- he’s doing that a lot in fact. But especially now- with Christmas fast approaching and your love for all things sweet, it’s the perfect time to spoil you rotten.

You don’t tell him about your job hunting. You kind of want it to stay a bit of a secret.

“Do you know what you’d like as a Christmas present yet?” He wonders, warm hand holding yours as he swings them a bit, both of you walking through the busy streets full of food stalls and advertisements. You think a little, unsure.

“I don’t know.” You admit. Jimin and you always exchanged tiny presents, never truly having to think about what to gift the other.

“hm, I’ll have to think of something then.” He chuckles, squeezing your hand a second before he looks ahead again.

Back home, Jimin and Yoongi are arguing once again. “I’m just saying- what if they can’t keep the house tidy? She’s pretty messy..” jimin worries.

“Jungkook will get her to clean up, don’t worry he’s a bit chaotic but they’ll manage.” He easily defends. “jimin, I know it’s hard to let go but-“ he sighs when Jimin turns around, facing away from him. “-she’ll stay close? Literally next door.” He offers.

But it’s not enough. He wants you home.

“She’s already looking for a job. She clearly must be thinking of it too.” Yoongi says. “You can’t keep that away from her. She deserves that freedom.”

“She never worked before. She wont last.” Jimin says, sitting down again to put his head in his hands. “I don’t want her to go through that feeling of failure. She’s fine as it is- why does she suddenly want her own money? Just because Jungkook works?” He whines, and Yoongi shrugs, because he has an idea as to why you could be doing this.

“Does it really matter?” the older male says, sitting down as well. “this isn’t about the money, or the work, or the house, and you know this.” He tries to reason. “it’s about the fact that you don’t want her to leave.”

“Why can’t I have you both?” jimin softly complains. “it feels like I have to choose. Like.. I’d have to take Jungkook away from her to get her back.” He reveals his feelings, making Yoongi stay silent.

Because there’s really nothing he could say to make him feel any better.

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Yoongi waits for you in the car as you return from your job interview, offering him the documents to read through. “You know you don’t have to do this, right?” yoongi asks, reading through the papers with a pair of glasses.

“Yeah, but I don’t.. want to just be lazy.” You mumble, playing with your new acrylics you got done with Jungkook. They’re Christmas themed. “Jungkook.. works a lot. And he's always so proud.” You say quietly. “I know working in a grocery store isn’t as cool as his job but..”

Yoongi looks over at you, a gentle expression on his face. “You have a lot to be proud of too.” He says, giving the documents back to you. “and even just part time is already a big thing. You’re a different category than Jungkook, remember that.”

“How do you know?” You ask, surprised.

“both simple observation-“ He smiles a bit, before he flips a page of your document. “-and the ability to read.” He chuckles, causing you to become a bit shy now.

He's right. It’s all written down right there.

“You’re right in the middle of categories. That’s got to be confusing.” He gently tells you. “Go slow and steady. They offer a training day, take it. I’ll bring you and pick you up, and then we’ll decide whether or not you’ll sign it, okay?” He asks, and you nod, watching him drive home in silence.

The moment you both step out in front of his house, you do something unique-

You hug him, an actual, full on hug, arms wrapped around him as you rub your cheek on his chest to scent him. “thanks.” You mumble, and Yoongi awkwardly pats your head, before you run off at the sight of Jungkook after giving yoongi the documents, as the dog hybrid is seen opening the front door to greet you.

“Well, that’s new.” Jimin hums. “is she growing closer to everyone but me now?” He half-jokes- though yoongi can hear some genuine insecurities.

“I think it’s simply evening out, Jimin.” Yoongi tries to explain. “see it like that. Her attention is like a bottle of water. And before, it was all just filling one cup- yours.” He says as they’re both inside the kitchen now, him taking out two glasses and a bottle of water. “But now, there’s more cups to fill. And Jungkook’s simply gets a bit more from her.. well, because it’s a special cup, you could say.” He chuckles.

“I was just as spoiled, huh.” Jimin sighs, taking the glass of water from him, staring at it.

“Pretty much. But just like her, you’ll adapt.” He gently hums, hand on his. “it’s just a bit tough right now. And hey-“ he says, leaning over the table a bit to get closer, faces only inches apart.

“-You’ve got your own special cup too, no?”

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Jungkook and you cuddle on the sofa, when he notices it again.

Sometimes, whenever you’re close like this, or he offers you just a tad bit too much physical affection, you seem to become almost drunk off of it. He’s noticed it in public too, whenever he hugs you fully and gives you a lot of kisses or even just a hand on your back running up and down a bit too often. Now, he knows that cat hybrids can get excited from a lot of physical contact- but you seem especially sensitive.

Almost as if you’re not the same category as himself.

He doesn’t really know how to ask you, considering that it might be a touchy subject- but he’s also endlessly curious. Though, right now, it’s not a very pressing issue, as you’re both in the privacy of the home he technically shares with Yoongi. These days, your things have found their way into this house as well though- from clothes in the wash, blankets on the couch, or stuffed toys in his bedroom that you wanted to show off but forgot to take back.

He can’t say he doesn’t like it.

You’re happily purring against him, rolling over onto your back, sweater rising up a bit to reveal your stomach- and he can’t help himself as he leans over you to kiss the skin, cold top of his nose making you giggle. “You’re so pretty.” He chuckles as well, moving up to kiss your lips now. You’re buzzing with emotions now, tail swiping from side to side, smacking hard against the couch now as he charges you up again.

It's then that you bite him, and he notices it.

As if he looks at you for the first time so intensely, he realizes a few things. From the more pronounced feline shape of your pupils, to the more defined sharpened teeth of yours. It doesn’t just seem like you’re a different category- you most likely are.

And yet you seem so aware? Something doesn’t make sense- but right now, it’s not the moment to ask about it.

Instead, he watches how you let go of his arm again, only some slight marks present on his skin, proving that you didn’t mean to hurt him at all- that it was just a reaction to get rid of all that excitement. It’s cute to him, most of all, so he doesn’t really care about it, happy sighing along with you as you both entangle your legs together before you cuddle up, getting ready to nap a little.

It's Jungkook’s favorite part of the day.

If he didn’t like his job so much, he’d stay home with you all day every day, and he’d never get bored of anything at all as long as you’d be there at his side. But to spoil you how you deserve it, he needs money- so it’s currently for the best to be away for seven hours and be able to offer you the best he can.

And you deserve only the best, in his opinion.

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You feel ashamed when Yoongi picks you up from your first day.

You had to take breaks way more often than you thought you’d have to, it was honestly stressful despite the fact that you did nothing but stock shelves for four hours. You’re being paid- but you also feel almost defeated. You can’t see yourself doing this long term- you feel absolutely drained.

“I know I’m repeating myself, but it’s fine to admit if it’s not for you.” Yoongi tells you, who just starts at your lap. “no shame in it.”

“Why can’t I be normal?” You mumble.

“Because no one is.” Yoongi simply chuckles. “some might fit a common standard. But there is really no ‘normal’. Only average at best.” He explains.

“then I wanna be average.” You say.

“But that’s not you.” He shrugs. “and we all like you the way you are.” He offers. “Jimin mentioned to me that you don’t like Christmas. Are you upset because of that right now?” He wonders, genuinely curious.

“Christmas.. I don’t know.” You tell him. “It’s all.. a lot. Like, the lights, and the noise, and everyone’s always on edge, and nervous..” you confess.

“Its stressful.” Yoongi concludes, and you nod.

“And I also always feel bad.” You admit. “because.. Jiminie always gets me a lot of presents, but all I can give him is.. stupid stuff I made myself.” You say.

“Ah, now I get why you want to work so badly.” Yoongi clicks his tongue.

“I want to give you guys nice stuff too!” You cry out, finally letting it all out to someone. “I want to make you happy too, but I can’t do anything, and I can’t buy anything! I can only take, that’s it!” You huff angrily, ears pinned back when you notice Yoongi pulling up to a small grocery store. “Huh?” You wonder, distracted, when Yoongi runs a hand over your head- the touch able to calm you down quite a bit as you look at him.

“you and Jimin are very similar, you know?” He smiles. “You need to be more open. Don’t suffer all by yourself- getting help isn’t admitting defeat.” He says. “how about you help with chores at home, and I’ll give you some pocket money for it?”

“But then I’ll take money from you again.” You deny.

“Its not that different from working. You do something, I’ll pay you. Simple.” He shrugs.

“…OK.” You nod, determined, as he reaches over to wipe your cheeks, tears staining them that you didn’t even notice falling.

“there we go.” He grins, before driving back home with you.

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After Yoongi had informed the rest of them back home about your actual issues with the holiday season, Jungkook is now busy making sure the new Christmas lights aren’t blinking anymore but instead glowing steady, settings adjusted. He's almost done, when you rush into the house, almost tripping upstairs. “everything okay?” Jungkook calls, Jimin and Yoongi looking after you as well.

“Everything’s fine, promise!” You call down. “I just gotta wrap some stuff!!” You say, before something chatters, making Yoongi chuckle.

“So all those Years.. she didn’t hate Christmas at all?” jimin wonders.

“I mean, cats are pretty sensitive to stuff like that.” Jungkook mumbles with his head almost entirely stuck within the large Christmas tree. “and she’s a different category so- ouch!” He flinched when the pines prick him a little.

“I never thought that the difference in just seven percent is that big..” jimin shamefully sighs to himself.

“Well, you know now.” Yoongi reassures. “the past is the past. Let’s focus on the future.”

You’re downstairs a few hours later with a few colorful bandaids on your fingers from papercuts, watching the cookies in the oven bake with Jungkook hugging you. Some of them are shaped like cats, others like dogs. “can we eat them when they’re done?” You wonder.

“They’ll be hot though.” Jungkook chuckles. “you’ll burn your tongue.”

“I don’t wanna wait..” you huff.

“I’ll distract you then.” Jungkook suggests. “we can go put the presents under the tree while they cool down.” He says, letting go of you to take them out, careful not to have you get hurt.

“Okay.” You nod, fetching all the little things you wrapped admittedly a bit chaotically. Still, everyone’s proud- it’s not an easy task for you, and it’s clear that you had to take breaks multiple times in between wrapping to get your focus back on track. “mine look all crumpled up..” you pout, sitting on the floor in front of all the presents.

“You got drastically better though after the first two.” Yoongi comments. “that one there looks pretty neat.” He points to a small one, and you purr at that, before you turn. “You want some?” He offers the peeled tangerine, which you take.

“She’s warmed up to him.” Jimin notices from the sidelines, and Jungkook nods, tail wagging.

“Isn’t it great?” He says, though his tail slows when he notices Jimin’s rather somber look. “Why are you so against us loving her.?” He asks, and Jimin looks towards the dog hybrid in surprise.

“What?” He asks, caught off guard.

“I don’t know. But it feels like you’re.. upset that she’s befriending Yoongi. Or that she loves me now.” He explains.

“I’m not upset.” The older human denies. “I’m just.. scared.”

“Of what?” Jungkook calls, bewildered. “aren’t we a family now?”

A family.

Jimin hasn’t really thought of it that way- but Jungkook’s right. Yoongi and the dog hybrid aren’t taking you away, really- they’re more like an extension now, added on instead of pushed into the existing bond you two once had. The only one who pulled away had been himself.

“we all love her. In different ways.” Jungkook smiles. “the only one who’s making it weird is you.” He jokes, before he joins in, tugging on your tail playfully to get you to turn and tackle him, Yoongi sighing as he has to make sure you both don’t tumble right into the tree.

And that night, a switch had been flipped.

Jimin finally jumps over his own shadow again, helping you unwrap your presents, while also almost brought to tears when he receives yours. It’s all warm, and happy, and almost like you’re both back to normal again- but one look around him offers him a true picture of what it is now.

You both have always considered each other family-

You’re just a few more people now.

[gladoswantscake]

Just a Scratch - Goro Majima x Reader

Summary: This wasn't the first time he came home in the middle of the night beaten up.

Warnings: Minor spoilers from Kiwami 1

Available on AO3

The outside of Kamurocho's bright neon city lights shined warmly through your bedroom curtains as you slept. Tonight was quiet. Too quiet and lonely. Tonight was one of those nights when you couldn't fall asleep. You roll over to stare at the empty spot on the other side of the bed; desolated and cold. It lacked your lover. Nighttime was when you longed for him the most. You only ever get to see him when he leaves for work and when he comes home at night. Going many hours each day without seeing him makes you yearn for his presence. A good day is when Majima comes home to you.

Of course, being a patriarch has more responsibilities and also requires him to attend to more important matters. He'd be lucky if he was able to come home before dusk. But that was rare.

You roll back over to your side to glance at the clock. Almost midnight. You'd only been in bed for nearly two hours and not a feeling of drowsiness hit you. At least he'll be home anytime now. You make an attempt to try to sleep.

Not even ten minutes in and the sound of three loud knocks erupts you from your sleep. The noise startles you as you sit up quickly, feeling your heart pacing rapidly. The continuous loud knocking begins to strike a nerve in you.

"Alright... Alright..." You shout as you sluggishly get out of bed.

You drag yourself to the front door, rubbing your face as you unlock the deadbolt and the knob. Upon opening the door stood Majima; beaten and bruised up.

What shocked you even more was his new attire: A dirty pink bodycon dress with torn fish net stockings, tousled blond wig, and press-on nails. The makeup was surprisingly well-kept on his face despite how badly wounded the rest of his body was.

You then remembered this morning before he left, he spoke to you about an idea he had in mind to lure Kiryu: If there was one thing that many men loved, it was women.

But you didn't expect Majima to come home dressed as a hostess.

"Sorry if I woke ya up. I lost my key."

You took no time to pulling him into your home. "What the hell happened to you this time?"

Majima follows you from behind, removing and tossing the pink high heels onto the floor at the front door in the process. A sly grin appears on his face. "I uh, got my butt beat again by Kiryu-chan." He follows you into the bathroom.

Ever since Kiryu got out of prison, Majima has been coming up with weird ideas.

Majima sits on the seat of the toilet. He watches as you dig through the cabinet searching for your medical supplies. It felt like a ritual to patch him up every time he came home injured. He never complained once about it. He secretly enjoyed being doctored up by you. Physical touch was a love language of his.

You set out bandages, rubbing alcohol, and pads on the sink then leaving in search for a bath towel in the bedroom.

"I thought Goromi would have been the perfect hostess to make him swoon." He removes the messy blond wig. "Almost had him too!"

"Maybe he's not into buff women." You shout from outside of your bedroom.

As Majima waits for your return, he begins to undress himself. The tight fabric of the dress was making it impossible for his fingertips to reach the zipper. Even trying to pull the dress downward didn't budge. "What a goddamn pain." He grumbles. "Who the hell makes these dresses where ya can't even get out of?!"

You quickly return to him, unzipping the dress for him revealing. Large bruises already forming on his bare back.

"Thank you, doll." He sighs in relief.

"This has to be the most uncomfortable thing I've ever worn." He removes the pink thong before wrapping a towel around his waist. "Do ya think pink looks good on me?" He jokes.

"I think it accentuates your figure." You glance up at him. A faint bruise was starting to appear on his jaw and a few scrapes scattered amongst his face.

"I'm sorry your idea didn't go as planned." You remove his eyepatch before getting started. Your hands cups both sides of his cheeks to examine the damage. You then reach for the gauze wipe then the alcohol. After lightly dousing the wipe, you cautiously dab his face.

"Ah, don't be sorry. I had fun." He winces at the feeling of the alcohol wipe stinging his cheek. "You should'ave seen Kiryu blushin'." He chuckles softly.

"So Goromi, huh?"

Majima laughs to himself. "Oh yeah. Now that you reminded me. I gotta a great story to tell ya."

After disposing the used gauze and band aids, you return to him to observe his beaten face. The condition was slight better than it was prior.

"I'm worried for you."

"How so?"

"I'm worried that one of these nights you won't come home."

"Aw Y/N-chan..." His voice trails. His hands roam up your waist. "Don't be havin' those thoughts, besides it feels like I only took a scratch." He gives you a reassuring smile.

"I get that you enjoy fighting, but there's only so many times you can do it before something bad happens to you."

Majima sighs. His hands move to your wrists, taking them in his hands. "Darlin' I've told you many times I can't quit. It ain't no easy job. Hell, I've been a yakuza my whole life and I'm still kicking."

Majima was extremely defensive when it came to you preaching concern about his brawling habits. There was no way he was backing down something that he enjoyed doing. But with what you said was true. All the times he got into conflict, the thought of him ending up dead never crossed his mind. He had gotten an earful from you when he came home from the hospital a couple of weeks ago when one of his subordinate's accidently stabbed him. He could see why an incident like that concerned you for his safety.

"I may have some cuts and bruises, but I'm still here. I ain't goin' nowhere. I promise."

"Promise?"

He pulls you into his lap. "As long as come home to see my Y/N-chan." His lips peck yours, leaving a faint lipstick stain on your lips.

Your hand runs through his messy undercut. "I'll be waiting for you in bed."

"You're not gonna join me?" He whines. "I haven't seen my Y/N-chan all day."

You took your time contemplating the idea.

"At least let me return you the favor." He purrs. "I gotta show how much I appreciate all that you've done for me."

[gracescoolbeans]

but nights with you are better [A.Giarratana]

paring: angela giarratana x reader

summary: sleepless nights aren’t so bad when you have angela to keep you company

warnings: none, just fluff; a few dashes of anxiety; sleepy angela being way too cute; shameless nerdy prudes must die plug; not proofread!

wordcount: 1.1k

a/n: i’ve been having a really hard time falling asleep lately so i wrote this fic instead of actually doing something about it 😅 i’ve been wanting to write angela fics since i started this blog but i’m finally committing! i have far too many ideas and not enough time but i’ll make it work somehow…hopefully 😶 anyway, hope you enjoy <3

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A sigh tumbles out of your mouth as you roll away from your girlfriend and stare up at the dark ceiling above you. You close your eyes and try to fall back asleep to no avail.

Looks like another sleepless night.

You turn your head to look at the brunette next to you, a part of you wanting to reach out and wake her. The two of you haven't been living together for long and you were still getting used to sharing a sleep schedule with someone else.

More than that, you were slowly becoming an expert in getting up out of bed without making a shit ton of noise. It wasn't as easy as it sounded. Especially because Angela's ears were somehow completely tuned to you.

You were making it work, though, and the slight challenge was a small price to pay to live with your girlfriend.

You and Angela had decided moving in together would fix both your need to find a better place to live (with slightly more manageable rent) and her need to spend more time with you in between her endless gigs. Her work ethic was admirable, albeit slightly unhealthy. At least this way, you could keep an eye on each other.

Of course, you'd sort of forgotten to mention the troubles you usually have with falling asleep and staying asleep. You didn't necessarily consider yourself an insomniac, but you did go through days, weeks, sometimes even months, of struggles that couldn't be soothed with warm tea or less screen time.

Your girlfriend, on the other hand, couldn't seem to get enough of sleep. She could nap anywhere as long as she was somewhat comfortable. It would be awesome if you weren't so jealous of her ability.

Angela needed her sleep, though. She worked way too hard for way too many hours and her only form of self-care was simply a plate of pasta and a glass of wine.

That's why you decided that instead of waking her up with your endless tossing and turning, you'd get up and put a comfort movie on the TV and chill there until you got sleepy again.

Instead of a movie, though, you stumbled across Nerdy Prudes Must Die and decided to watch it for the hundredth time. It didn't replace the soft sound of Angela's voice next to your ear when she held you against her, but it was good enough for now.

So, you snuggled up on the couch with an unbelievable amount of pillows, a warm blanket, and a slightly grumpy Spork next to the couch.

That's exactly where you were when Angela made her way out of the bedroom in search of you. "y/n?"

You turn your head at the sound of your girlfriend's voice, a soft smile pulling at the corners of your lips when you take in her sleepy appearance. "Hey, babe. Why're you awake?"

"Dunno," she shrugs as she struggles to suppress a yawn. "But I got worried when I didn't feel you. You okay?"

Her concern, paired with her extra raspy voice, makes your heart swell. "Yeah, I'm fine, just couldn't sleep."

She pouts, walking over to join you on the couch. "Why didn't you wake me?"

"So you could be grumpy and complain?"

"Good point."

You chuckle as you move over to make room for Angela. She manages to fit in between you and the couch, her arms wrapping around your middle and pulling you against her chest.

"Wait, what are you watching?" She asks.

"What do you think, doofus?" You reply, playfully elbowing her stomach. "Don't talk so much, though, it's my favorite part."

Your favorite part, of course, being the entirety of Dirty Girl. Angela, on the other hand, always has a hard time watching that part since she's way too focused on herself and her "mistakes". 

What she calls mistakes, though, you call her acting quirks. Quirks that turn Grace Chasity into one of the most complex and entertaining characters you've ever seen.

"Do I really have to watch this?" She grumbles, leaning down and burying her face in the side of your neck.

"You can go back to sleep if you want." Your hands find their way on top of hers and you allow your fingers to trace the backs of them, along with the slightly protruding veins that cover them.

"Not while I'm listening to myself."

It's hard not to find her constant complaining funny and you barely manage to hold in your laughter. She's always slightly more sensitive than usual when she's tired, so you take pity on her...for now.

Thankfully, she stops pouting long enough for you to watch the best part of the whole musical. You don't miss the way she sings the song under her breath even though you decide not to call her out on it.

"How many times have you seen this?" She asks once she's sure your favorite part has passed.

"A lot," you say, feeling your cheeks heat up with the admission. "I watch it when I miss you."

"Baby-" She tries her hardest to hold in a laugh but ultimately fails. "You could have just woken me up!"

Angela's clear amusement does little to soothe your growing embarrassment. You try to squirm away from her to avoid any further teasing but she simply holds you tighter, pulling you closer until you're flush against her once more.

"Sorry, sorry, you know I'm just teasing," she mumbles, pressing a line of kisses to the side of your neck.

"You're annoying," you huff.

Despite your words, you sink back against her once more, tilting your head slightly to give her better access to your skin.

"You know you love me, princess."

"That doesn't make you any less annoying."

Her kisses trail up your neck and onto your jaw before finally landing on your lips.

"I'm serious, by the way," she whispers once she pulls away. "Wake me up next time. I don't care how tired I am. I want to be here with you."

"Hmmm..." You pretend to think about it for a second just to steal another kiss from her. "You've got yourself a deal, angel."

She laughs again as she rests her chin on your shoulder, silently going back to watching the musical with you.

You make it all the way to Hatchet Town before your eyes grow far too heavy for you to keep them open. 

Angela gently shifts you until your head rests against her shoulder. She watches you for a few moments until she's sure you've gone back to sleep.

She knows her back will be awfully sore tomorrow morning and you'll definitely have a kink in your neck but it's a small price to pay for a few more hours of cuddles. Not just cuddles, though, she was banking on you staying asleep until morning this time.

She'd stay up all night to keep an eye on you if she had to. You're far more important to her than some extra hours of sleep.

[bungeenomin]

sweet but psycho - mark lee

pairing: mark x y/n

genre: smut, neighbour!mark

summary: you’ve spent your whole life trying to get your perfect neighbour mark to be rebellious, but to no avail. when reuniting after a year apart at college, is mark still so afraid to step out of line?

warning: unprotected sex, dirty talk

word count: 2k

a/n: feel free to send me requests, asks and leave feedback!

Mark Lee. You and Mark Lee go way back. You grew up together, Mark being your next door neighbour. Your neighbourhood has always been snobby, everyone has big houses, nice cars, lots of money, and well behaved kids, and Mark Lee is no exception to the well behaved kid scenario.

Mark has always been polite, always saying please and thank you. He's the pride and joy of the Lee family. He always got good grades, always excelled in extracurricular. Honestly, you were probably a bit mean to Mark Lee growing up. There's no denying, you've always found Mark attractive, but he's always been too 'good boy' for you. Every time your mom would visit the Lee's for dinner with Mrs. Lee while your dads go out together, you'd tease Mark relentlessly, trying to crack the good boy behaviour, always trying to get him to do something bold and rebellious with you. But Mark Lee being Mark Lee never cracked.

"Y/n hurry up, the Lee's are waiting!" your mom yells from downstairs as you fix your dress in the mirror. Now that you're back from college for summer, of course your dinner trips to the Lee household are back again. That also means that the one and only Mark Lee is home, but you swear that's not the reason you decided to put a little effort into your appearance, wearing a cute and casual dress paired with converse. For Mark Lee? Never.

"There you are" your mother sighs once you arrive downstairs, swinging open the front door immediately.

"You look nice" your mother smiles after knocking on the door of the Lee's house, "looking nice for anyone in particular?" your mom teases, wiggling her eyebrows.

"As if" you roll your eyes as you see the door finally opening. Oh fuck.

"Mark!" your mother exclaims, lunging foreword to take Mark in an embrace, "you look amazing! how are you doing?"

"Hi Mrs. Y/l/n, i'm doing good thank you, how are you?" Mark asks, a polite smile plastered across his face, like always.

"I'm doing great honey thank you for asking. Y/n, say hi to Mark!" your mother insists before walking further into the house in search for Mrs. Lee.

You've never been quiet around Mark Lee. Never. But fucking hell what did college do to him? He looks hot as fuck.

"What?" Mark chuckles, "So now you're shy? fuck y/n college changed you"

"Good to see you too Mark" you scoff, before walking straight past him and further into the house. Did the Mark Lee just swear?

By the time you made it to the kitchen, your mother and Mrs. Lee are already deep in a gossip session while sipping on glasses of red wine.

"Oh Mark sweetie, you should show y/n the new extension in your father and I's room" Mrs. Lee states enthusiastically, "i've already shown her mom"

"Okay sure" Mark nods obediently, making his way to the staircase, "lets go y/n"

Mark doesn't say a word walking up the stairs. What surprises you more, is that Mark just walks straight into his bedroom, leaving the door open behind him. His mom said the extension was in her and Mr. Lee's room?

“Uh the extension?” you question, leaning against the doorway of Mark’s all too familiar room. Familiar from growing up of course, you and Mark never went there with each other before.

“Wow y/n, do you need me to hold your hand? You know where their room is” Mark scoffs scrolling through his phone without sparing you a glance.

Mark Lee is different. Mark lee is everything you ever tried to make him be growing up. Mark used to crumble whenever you spoke to him, would never step a foot out of line, this Mark Lee, this is a different person, and you don’t know if you love it or hate it.

“Wow Mark, when I wanted you to be fun and rebellious you were a scared little boy, now that I just want a normal conversation you’re, whatever this is”. Silence is your response, while Mark continues scrolling on his phone, letting out a light laugh at something he see’s. “Hello? Earth to Mark?”.

“You know where the stairs are y/n, close my door on the way out” Mark sighs, almost as if you’re inconveniencing him. No way.

You close his door alright, before walking right up to where Mark is sitting at the edge of his bed, heated. “Can you put who I can only assume is all your college booty calls away for two minutes? Is me talking to you really pulling you away from them that much? I didn’t come over to your house for you to display your new found dick head personality”.

“I’m sorry,” Mark smugly replies, putting his phone down before standing up, leaving you nearly chest to chest with him as he looks down on you, his eyes not hesitating for a second as they stare into your own, “are you jealous y/n? I didn’t mention shit about booty calls yet you made up me having multiple, sounds like jealously. Why is me fucking people even on your mind y/n, hm?” Mark teases, placing a finger under your chin so you don’t break eye contact with him.

“I- I don’t know what you’re talking about” you stutter. Who the fuck is this confident Mark Lee?

Mark places a soft kiss behind your ear before whispering, “do”, another kiss pressed against your jaw, “you”, a kiss against your neck, “want”, kiss, “me”, kiss, “to”, kiss, “fuck you?” Mark finally finishes his sentence and trail of kisses, ending right at the corner of your mouth.

“Mark I-”

“Just say the word and we don’t have to” Mark says, his hands finding their way to the small of your back, “but something tells me your answer isn’t no”.

“I want you to” you whisper, as if you couldn’t physically say it louder.

That was all Mark needed before crashing his lips on yours, something that’s been a long time coming that you thought would never happen in a million years. His lips feel right against yours. They move perfectly against your own, as Mark already works on the zipper of your dress, finding it hard to resist you any longer. Mark let’s the dress fall to your ankles along with your panties, before disconnecting your lips to eye you up and down. “No bra? So fucking hot y/n you’re trying to kill me” Mark groans before moving you back up against his bed, which you eagerly lay down on waiting for Mark. God how is this happening? After all the years of you wishing Mark was brave enough to want you, finally it’s happening.

Mark quickly throws his shirt to the floor before moving to his pants, his eyes cutting into you during the whole process. “Fuck” you groan when you see your life long neighbour naked in front of you. You didn’t expect him to be this big.

“Like what you see huh?” Mark teases getting on top of you.

Before you can even reply a soft moan escapes your lips when you feel Marks length pressed up against you, his lips nipping at your neck. “Shhh baby you need to be quiet for me okay? Good girl” Mark whispers in your ear as he starts grinding his length against your clit. How the fuck can he tell you to be quiet when he’s grinding on you like that.

“Mark, feels so good” you moan softly, your hands gripping onto his hair and tugging at it, causing Mark to groan before pulling himself back slightly and lining his length up with your entrance.

“You sure you want to” Mark questions, looking at your seriously. No matter how much he’s changed, the real Mark is still there behind it.

“Fuck me already Lee” you groan, dragging him foreword to make out with him more, the feeling of his lips on yours becoming addicting. “Ah Mark” you whimper as he starts filling you up, stretching you out like crazy.

“So fucking tight for me y/n, you’re doing so good for me, such a good girl” Mark praises, pushing deeper and deeper inside while now holding one of your hands, helping you get through the initial tightness. “Fuck baby” Mark groans when he finally bottoms out, beginning to move his hips slowly, his pace picking up quickly. “How long have you wanted me to fuck you like this pretty girl?” Mark asks, his voice deeper than you ever heard it, pinching your nipples as he pounds in to you.

“For fucking ever” you moan, “need you so bad Mark”.

“Hm?” Mark questions, grabbing both of your legs and putting them over his shoulders, fucking you harder and faster than before, “what was that?”.

“Fuck Mark” you nearly scream with pleasure, grabbing the sheets in your hand as tight as you can, “need you so fucking bad Mark y-you make me feel so good Mar- ah Mark I need to cum please fuck Mark I need to cum”

“Shhhhh baby quiet down for me yeah? No cumming yet baby be patient for m-”

“Mark, y/n, dinner is ready I’m about to plate it up come on!” Mrs Lee interrupts her foul mouthed son.

“Fuck sake” Mark complains, pulling out of you suddenly. “Coming now Mom” Mark calls back, before looking at you again, “doggy quick baby, wanna cum with you” Mark demands, dragging you to sit up, placing a quick kiss on your lips before turning you over, shoving your face into his pillow.

Mark waists no time, shoving himself into you within seconds. There’s no slow and steady with Mark this time, Mark fucks you harder than you thought was possible, causing a string of moans to escape your lips, pure gibberish, but your head is empty with the way Mark Lee is making you feel right now. Mark grabs both of your arms, holding your wrists against you back as you feel his pace pick up more, a string of profanities mixed with your name escaping his lips.

“Fuck y/n, jesus christ” he groans, dragging you up so your back is against his chest, his pace not dragging for even half a second.

“Holy fuck Mark” you squeal, your eyes rolling into the back of your head with how fucked out you feel right now, “so fucking good”.

Marks spare hand grabs your neck tight, as if you weren’t struggling to breathe already, “Cum with me baby” Mark whispers in your ear, and not a second passes before you feel Marks hot seed filling you up, causing your own release, the air full of you and Marks helpless moans. “Fucking hell” Mark sighs, his pace coming to a stop, neither of you knowing how that just happened.

Mark pulls out carefully, giving you the room to turn around and face him. Mark scans your face, his expression unreadable. What you weren’t expecting, was mark to softly caress your cheek before kissing you softly again, sending fireworks off in your stomach. It feels meaningful, significant. “You okay?” Mark asks, his eyes soft as he continues caressing your cheek.

“Better than okay” you giggle softly, your hand gently playing with Marks hair, “suddenly summer doesn’t look so bad”.

“Definitely not” Mark chuckles, leaving another soft kiss on your lips.

“Do you think they heard us?” you question, referring to both of your mothers sitting downstairs.

“I don’t know if you heard yourself at the end, but they certainly did” Mark teases, getting up to start the effort to make you both look presentable before heading downstairs.

Who would have thought that sweet, sweet Mark Lee would be such a freak in the sheets.

[callmerhynner]

“You can’t expect to break into someone’s home and think they’ll be okay with it, Muzan.” ||

synopsis: After meeting Muzan Kibutsuji through a series of dreams he had, he searched for you. When he finally found you, he’s become adamant on you staying his. You’re a bit more deadpan about the lovesick fool you found yourself with.

tags: fluff, slice of life(?), Muzan breaks into your home, thats about it

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Your insomnia has been killing you, finding that laying on your own nestling bed has grown uncomfortable each try you commit to falling asleep. You try different techniques or sleeping positions but still nothing. You fear that new pillows are needed with how much you try to squeeze them until you fall asleep. So, giving up, you put on a robe and head out to your kitchen to grab yourself a cup of tea and go out to your engawa to stargaze.

That was the plan, anyway, but a silhouette of man sitting on one of your dining room chairs ruined them. You halt your steps, fight or flight starting to engage. The silhouette was of a man with short hair and broad shoulders, accessories of a hat and a long coat. His back was facing you but the small shuffle of his body language made it clear he knew you were present.

“Good evening.” the shadow greets you, you stay frozen, trying to see through the dark room.

“Who are you?” you ask, taking a hesitant step forward. The man turns his head to spare you a side glance. That when you were greeted with a pair of red eyes that you could never forget. “Kibutsuji.”

“A pleasure seeing you as well.” he shows his dangerous sharp fangs as he sends you a smug grin. “If i may, you look as radiant as ever.”

You finally feel your body start to relax, taking a few more steps to take a seat in front of the demon progenitor. He had tea ready, with a porcelain cup in his hand filled with red liquid he pours you a cup of your own, though it was a humble cup of lemon tea. You inhale the scent, before taking a sip. This earns a laugh from the demon you were seating in front, your suspicions of his plans was something he found entertaining.

“You wound me, do you not trust me after all these meetings?” he teasingly says to you, sipping his cup of red liquid.

“You can’t break into people’s homes and expect them to like it, Muzan.” you retort.

You see a flash of his pearly whites as silence surrounds the two of you. You open your mouth to say something until a wind hits your shoulder. The demon was now right next to you, barely an inch away from your left. You shudder at the cold before he wraps his coat around your shoulders.

“Again, as radiant as ever.” he compliments, pecking your cheek before he takes a seat behind you and wraps his arms around your waist. You feel him take a whiff of your scent and smile into your skin, taking a gander and kissing the small mole on your collarbone.

“What do you want?” you ask, trying to push his head away from your neck but to no avail. The demon was stuck to you like a glue, you sigh before relaxing yourself against him and taking another sip of your lemon tea. “Another kiss? You finally gonna kill me? What is it?”

“Live with me, (Name).” he replies, his arms around your waist squeezing you gently. His head was not raised so he could see you from the side, resting his chin atop your shoulder. “Be my queen.”

“So it’s the latter then.” you mumble, sipping your tea once more, deadpanning at the lovesick fool.

“Come now, we can rule together! Just like we should be.” he adds to his offer, you just pat his hair as you sigh exasperatedly.

“You had a few dreams about me and now you’re offering to make me, a woman you don’t know, your queen.” you deadpan, side glancing at the man who was looking at you with the most loving eyes you’ve ever seen. “Are you sure you want that?”

He thought for a moment, crossing his arms around your body, taking his thumb and index finger and turning you on your chin to face him eye to eye. You hum in confusion, cocking an eyebrow at his actions, before stiffening up when he leaned in to feel his lips clash with yours. He was gentle and passionate, his hands on your waist and yours fiddling with each other at his sudden reaction.

When you two broke the kiss, he was still as smug as ever, and you were left panting. You balled up your fist on his chest, sending an unseen glare at the demon king.

“Stop that.!” you say, he chuckles darkly at you reactions. Leaning in to kiss you again, you throw unbothered punches before kissing him back, relaxing your body as he grows more passionate with his lips. You let out a groan when he finally separates, you continue to shoot him a glare.

“You know i won’t, so why ask?”

“Im a woman who believes in second chances but with you…” you eye him again, voice trailing off before crossing your arms and letting out a huff. “You’re hopeless..”

“You adore me.” he replies back, nonchalantly. He presses another soft kiss onto your neck, trailing them down from your jar to your nape. You could only sigh and pat his hair at his clingy attitude, how in the world did you get here?

[katnisspeetaprim]

Lost Keys and Soaked Clothes

Warnings: angst, being cold from rain, swearing, established relationship Hope this is good for you! I've been finding inspiration hard recently so I tried my best!

Word Count: 1130 M.list

Your little Fiat that you’d had since you passed your test had finally clonked out on you, so you were currently down a car until you found a new one. That’s why you found yourself in a pickle when you had an important doctors appointment, and no way to get there.

Being the amazing boyfriend he is, Jungkook didn’t even bat an eye at offering you the keys to his shiny new Mercedes Benz. Needless to say, you were hesitant to accept the keys from him.

‘Just take them, I trust you!’ He laughed as he jangled the keys in front of you and you just stared at him with a frown.

‘Can’t you drive? You know how I feel about driving such an expensive car...’ You trailed off at the end. When he first got the car, he was excited to show off the fancy machine to you and insisted that you test drove it with him. He neglected to tell you how much it actually cost until you were driving down the road, causing you to slam the breaks on and demand he switch back to driving. Luckily the street was deserted.

‘Come on, you’re being dramatic.’ He rolled his eyes and basically forced the keys into your palm. ‘Besides, you know I would, but I have important meetings today.’ He smiled apologetically and turned to wonder down the hallway, before speaking over his shoulder as he walked.

‘I don’t know why you’re worrying so much. You’re a good driver.’ Jungkook laughed as you sulked to the front door and mumbling under your breath,

‘This is going to be the slowest I’ve ever driven...’

Turns out, Jungkook’s car was a piece of cake to drive, much smoother than your own car, so now you felt silly about the way you reacted earlier.

It was dark and pouring rain by the time you returned home. The car park for the gated community was in a covered lot, but unfortunately you would still have to brave the elements to get to your apartment complex.

You sighed in relief as you all but fell into the warm building reception and pulled down your soaked hood. You brushed the droplets of water from your bag, before beginning to dig through.

Ok. You had your elevator pass... But where the heck are Jungkook’s car keys!? Your eyes widened and your heartbeat accelerated as you practically dumped the contents of your bag out to no avail. You had them a moment ago... How could you loose them!?

‘Crap! What am I going to do?’ You whispered to yourself, ignoring the strange look the building caretaker shot you. You couldn’t go back to the apartment without the keys, Jungkook trusted you after all.

Without even pulling your hood back up, you rushed back out into the chilling rain. You had to have dropped them between the parking lot and the front door of the complex, so all you had to do was re trace your steps... Simple.

No, not simple. You’d been frantically searching the ground for about an hour with no luck. You were shivering and your hands were scratched up and numb, due to you digging around the gardens, just in case.

‘Fuck!’ You screamed out in frustration. You couldn’t take it out here anymore. You were drenched in rain and your coat was definitely soaked through. You also began to feel unwell because of how cold you actually were.

You dejectedly trudged back into your building, trying not to cry. You didn’t want to face Jungkook, but you knew you needed to warm up, before you made yourself any sicker. As soon as you stepped through the front door, Jungkook was immediately on you, tightly gripping onto your upper arms.

‘Where were you!?’ You gasped out and stared up at him wide eyed and mouth hung open. You weren’t expecting to come face to face with him as soon as you opened the door, let alone be grabbed like that.

‘I-I-‘ He cut you off before you could even get your words out.

‘I’ve been calling you none stop! I thought something happened to you!’ He shook you slightly as he screamed at you.  You hadn’t even heard your phone ringing, having been too preoccupied with searching for his keys.

His grip on your arms was so tight now, that it was starting to hurt. You knew he didn’t mean to hurt you, he was just worried about you, but that didn’t make it hurt any less.

‘Ah! Kook you’re hurting me!’ Jungkook instantly snapped out of whatever state his mind was in and his face softened as he immediately backed up.

‘I-I didn’t mean to! I’m sorry, I was just scared something happened...’ You rubbed your arms when he let go and you unconsciously took a step back. Jungkook was hurt that you felt the need to back away from him, but he also understood why you had.

‘It’s fine.’ You sighed and took a step back towards him, reaching out to take his hand. ‘I should have been paying attention to my phone.’

‘Where were you anyway?’ He sighed as his eyes met yours, but you couldn’t keep the contact and stared down to your feet. Your shoes had made a muddy mess on the wooden floor...You couldn’t hide it from him.

‘I uh... IlostyourcarkeysandIwastryingtofindthem!’ You suddenly blurted out, taking him by surprise.

‘Wait... What?’ He stared at you, eyebrows raised in confusion. You took a deep breath and spoke slower this time.

‘I dropped your car keys and I tried to retrace my steps but I couldn’t find them and then-‘

‘Babe!’ Jungkook cut off your ramblings and grabbed your arms again, but much more gently this time. He let out a short laugh before shaking his head.

‘I don’t care about some stupid keys! I can replace keys, but I’d never forgive myself if something happened to you because of me...’  You nodded with a sad smile as he pulled you into a tight embrace. You sighed out in relief  when his warm skin made contact with your frozen form.

As soon as he Jungkook made contact with you, he jumped away just as fast, almost as if he’d ben stung by something.

‘Shit you’re freezing!’ It was just now that he’d calmed down that he noticed the state you were actually in. Soaking wet.

‘You need to get out of those clothes before you get sick!’ He gently grabbed your wrist and led you to the bathroom, where he proceeded to run you a warm bath, and pamper you for the rest of the night.

If you knew this is how he’d react to you loosing his keys, you would have done it way sooner.

[imagineseclipse]

A Pack Of Hearts- Stiles Stilinski x Reader PT2

part one - part three

-a/n this is the slowest of burns

-warning of strong language

The next morning, you woke up in a haze, the events of last night feeling like a distant dream. The sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across your room. For a brief moment, you almost forgot about the not so wild adventure in the woods.

The memories slowly come back to you as you got ready for school. Pacing around your room, growing increasingly frustrated as you searched for your missing phone. It's nowhere to be found, and the longer you couldn’t find it, the more irritated you became.

You opened drawers and rummaged through your belongings, muttering to yourself as the minutes passed by. "Where did I put it? I swear I had it last night...”

Just as you're about to toss aside one last pile of clothes, there's a gentle knock on your door. You look up as the door creaks open, revealing your mother on the other side.

“Y/N?”she says, her voice gentle but firm. "Are you okay in there? You've been making quite a racket”her mouth falling open as she noticed the mess you had made.

“Uh- yeah I’m fine, Goodmorning mom”you flashed her a quick convincing smile before returning to your empty pockets. A brief silence fell over you both as she watched you scan your room.

“S-so, I spoke to Noah Stilinski this m-���

“Mom, please don’t”you felt your cheeks heat up slightly as you avoided eye contact.

“I think it’s brilliant darling, it’s nice that you are making friends- I think that this will be good for you”she perked up, trying to reassure you.

“Mom I don’t need friends, I know you just want the best for me but I’m honestly fine being just… on my own”you shook your head.

“Everyone needs a friend”she uttered out softly, making you hesitate for a moment.

Your mother's words hit a nerve. You paused your frantic searching for a moment, her statement echoing in your mind.

She always meant well, wanting nothing more than for you to be happy. But you'd grown accustomed to being alone, and you'd always been content in your own company.

You let out a small gasp, realizing the time as you caught sight of your watch. You’d spent too much time searching for your phone, school would be starting soon, and you were going to be late if you didn’t hurry up.

"I love you mom, I have to go to school I’m going to be late”you spoke aloud as you quickly shoved the clothes back into your drawers, no longer caring about the mess. You bounced towards her placing a small kiss on her cheek before disappearing down the hall and away from that conversation. You DID NOT need any friends.

Fifteen minutes later and you were pulling into the school parking lot, your heart racing. The lot was already nearly full, and you cursed under your breath as you scanned for any available spaces. Every minute counted and finding a spot seemed almost impossible at this point.

Finally, you spotted a small opening near the front of the school. It was a tight squeeze, but there's just enough space for your car. With a quick prayer, you try to maneuver into the spot.

“Dude, watch the paint job?!”you heard Jackson Whittemore shout across at you, jumping out of his car to give you the nastiest look known to man. Dickhead.

“Fuck all the way off Jackson?!”You shot back, flipping him off before nearly bumping into Scott who had just pulled into the spot on the other side of Jackson’s flashy car.

“Seriously, are you guys that incapable?”He motioned over to where you stood with Scott as he checked the other side of his car for scratches. Jackson sent you one last warning scowl before disappearing into the crowd.

You and Scott shared a brief silent stare before you turned on your heel, quite intent on not starting a conversation.

As you walked away, Scott called out your name, causing you to stop slowly. You let out a frustrated sigh and turn around.

"Yeah, what is it?" you reply, barely trying to hide your annoyance. You just wanted to get through the day without any additional problems or distractions.

Scott held up your airpods, a sympathetic look on his face. "You dropped these last night in the woods”he says, offering them back to you.

You let out a deep breath as you realized you'd once again forgotten something important. As you approach him, you couldn’t help but feel embarrassed.

"Thanks Scott”you mutter, your eyes briefly meeting his. You quickly swipe the airpods from his hand and avoid his gaze.

“You don’t happen to have my phone? I think i dropped it aswell”you asked curiously.

Scott gave you a small smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Oh, I didn't find anything else, sorry," he replies apologetically.

You let out a soft sigh, disappointment settling in the pit of your stomach. "Damn it," you mutter under your breath. The silence between you and Scott grows uncomfortable as neither of you know what to say. Every passing second making the silence more pronounced.

Finally, you cleared your throat, breaking the awkward silence. "W-what happened to you last night, you kind of just disappeared?”

Stiles parked his jeep a few rows away from your car and steps out, scanning the packed parking lot for any sign of Scott. As his eyes finally landed on his best friend a wave of surprise washes over him. To his surprise, you were talking to Scott, the two of you deep in conversation about last nights events.

A mixture of emotions swirls within him - surprise, hope and a twinge of jealousy. Why wouldn’t you approach him this easy?

Without a second thought, he starts walking towards you both, his pace quickening as he gets closer. Stiles pops up in front of you and Scott, his eyes darting between you both as he tries to gauge the situation.

As Stiles had gotten closer, he had the opportunity to observe you more closely in the daylight. The sunlight that glistened through the trees casted a warm shine over your face. He couldn’t help but notice how your eyes glistened, and the small freckles spaced out perfectly on your face.

“You’re staring”you uttered out blankly side eyeing him, adjusting the bag strap on your shoulder.

Stiles is broken out of his thoughts by your sudden words. He blinks rapidly, realizing he's been caught. A blush creeping up his cheeks as he tries to look nonchalant.

“Okay, let’s see this thing”Stiles changed the subject, leaning towards Scott.

Despite every voice in your mind telling you to just leave, you found yourself superglued to the spot that you were stood in. Your curious mind is piqued, and you wanted to know what it is that Stiles and Scott were talking about. You try to act uninterested as they talk, but you can't help but steal glances at the two boys, wondering what they're discussing.

“Let’s see what?”you sighed out in defeat.

Stiles looked down at you, a satisfied smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He could sense your growing confidence despite your initial attempts to appear disinterested.

Scott lifted up his shirt, pulling it taut to reveal a bite wound covered with a gauze dressing. Stiles leans in for a closer look, his eyebrows furrowing in concern. Noticing the small amount of blood leaking through.

"Ooh-Jesus, Scott," Stiles mutters, eyeing the injury with unease.

“That is just horrific”you muttered out, covering your mouth as Stiles poked the bandage making Scott flinch backwards.

“It was too dark to see much, but I’m pretty sure it was a wolf”Scott pulled his shirt back down as the two began their walk into the school, you trailing behind slowly.

“A wolf bit you?”Stiles looked at Scott with disbelief.

“Uh-huh”

“No, not a chance”Stiles shook his head violently, giving Scott a determined look.

“I heard a wolf howling?”Scott replied confused.

As Stiles and Scott continued going back and forth their conversation blended into a faint buzz in your ears. You become immersed in your own thoughts. Your mind replays the events of last night, focusing on the movement you had spotted in the woods. It's as if you're back in that moment, reliving every detail and trying to make sense of it.

The two boys notice that your mind is wandering, and they exchange a glance before deciding to snap you out of your thoughts. Stiles gently taps your shoulder, trying to get your attention.

"Y/n?”Stiles says, raising an eyebrow at your distant expression.

Startled, you snap out of your thoughts and look up to find Stiles and Scott stood in front of you staring at you expectantly. They seem to be waiting for a response from you, their curious expressions making it clear that they want an answer to something.

"Why are you both looking at me like that?" you mutter, shaking your head to clear the fog.

“California doesn’t have wolves right? Not for like sixty years?”Stiles repeated, his eyes locked onto your face studying for any hint of recognition. Like you were the smartest person in the world. Like you had all of the answers.

“Uh, R-right, well no California doesn’t have wolves n-not that i have read anyway, I read somewhere that there have been a growing number of animal attacks in Beacon hills so maybe Scott just got attacked by a sc-

Stiles' eyes widened in surprise as you suddenly launched into an explanation that no one asked for. A knowing and amused smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he listened to your voice get quieter.

You catch yourself as you realize you've been rambling on for a little too long. Feeling embarrassed, you abruptly stop and deadpan, attempting to regain some composure.

“No, no wolves in California," you state matter-of factly, a bit of an edge to your voice. You feel a wave of self-consciousness wash over you as you become more aware of Stiles and Scott's gazes on you.

“Really?”Scott asked intrigued, the three of you stopping on the staircase. Stiles rolled his eyes as if he was going to burst if he had to explain it again.

“All right, well if you guys don’t believe me about the wolf, then you’re definitely not gonna believe me when i tell you that i found the body” Scott’s words sent a chill down your spine as you pictured the gruesome sight of a lifeless corpse - half of one lying in the woods. It was a disturbing thought, and you couldn’t help but grimace at the image grateful that you weren’t the one to stumble across it.

“You- You are kidding me?”You noticed Stiles’ demeanor instantly change.

“No, man, I wish. I’m gonna have nightmares for a month”Scott’s expression changed to one similar to yours, shaking the picture of it out of his mind.

“Oh, god that is freakin’ awesome. I mean, this is seriously going to be the best thing that’s happened to this town since-“Stiles hopped from one foot to the other.

His expression faltered as he suddenly lost his train of thought. His eyes dart to the side, and you follow his gaze to find Lydia Martin walking up the stairs in the distance.

Stiles tries to regain his composure, his eagerness to impress Lydia evident in how he immediately tries to catch her attention. He straightens up taller, running a hand through his hair he has a buzz cut?? Attempting to look nonchalant as she passes by.

“-since the birth of Lydia Martin. Hey, Lydia! You look-

You watch as Lydia walks past Stiles without even a glance in his direction.

“-like you’re going to ignore me” Stiles' grin drops for a moment but he quickly schools his features into a fake smile, trying to hide his disappointment.

A moment passed by before you turned to Stiles, sucking your bottom lip under your teeth. His eyes immediately flickered over to yours.

“That was really painful…to watch”you offered lightly, visibly cringing

“Neo-Yeah, Thanks Y/n”he breathed out, frowning down at you. Giving you a look, telling you that your comment wasn’t asked for.

“You’re welcome”you uttered out.

“You’re the cause of this, you know”Stiles changed his attention to Scott who stood confused.

Stiles and Scott got into their usual bickering and you took that as your cue to leave. You didnt want to get dragged into their squabble, so you quietly slipped away, heading towards English class.

Stiles’ eyes flickered in your direction as soon as he felt your movement, lingering on your retreating form. You puzzled him. He thought that he had you all figured out over the years, but you kept throwing him off with your unexpected reactions and your quick retorts.

“Impossible girl”Stiles muttered out furrowing his eyebrows, causing Scott to stop complaining for a minute, clocking onto his friends words. Stiles had zoned out, his stare fixed on the place you stood last.

“Lydia?”Scott questioned.

“Y-Yeah…Lydia”Stiles rubbed the back of his neck.

Scott and Stiles entered their first period English class, where the teacher, Mr. Curtis, immediately began the lecture without introduction.

Your head fell onto the desk in dismay. How could you have forgotten that they were in the same class as you? They were in most of your classes. It seems like you were destined to be stuck with them all day. You really had been living in your own world.

Stiles caught a glimpse of you sinking into your seat at the back of the classroom motioning over at Scott, who seemed equally pleased, they both made their way to the two empty seats on either side of you.

Stiles quickly takes the seat to your left, while Scott sat on your right, the two boys settling in their seats with a smirk, feeling very chuffed with themselves.

“As you all know, there indeed was a body found in the woods last night”Mr Curtis announced to the class.

Scott leant forward in his seat, his eyes flickering between you and Stiles for a moment. He flashed a quick wink, clearly enjoying the fact that you were all in the know about the mysterious body in the woods.

Stiles couldn’t help but notice Scott's playful gesture. He grinned at you, knowing that you were trying to ignore them.

“And I am sure your eager little minds are coming up with various macabre scenarios as to what happened. But I am here to tell you that the police have a suspect in custody, which means you can give your undivided attention to the syllabus, which is on your desk outlining this semester”His words travelled around the room, leaving the sounds of disgruntled students.

You couldn’t help but watch as Scott suddenly jolts in his seat, looking around bewildered. His eyes widen as if he's heard something incredibly loud right next to him, beside you Stiles also looks surprised for a moment before realizing that the source of the sound is not nearby. He glanced over at you with the same expression he’d given you earlier. Like you could explain this.

You shrugged, before trying to turn your attention back to the class as Scott shuffled around in his seat uncomfortably. Your attempts at zoning in on the class work failed as your curiosity got the better of you yet again. Your eyes following Scott’s, wondering what he was looking at.

Scott's remained fixed on the window, an unfamiliar girl as she's being led towards the school by the vice principal. His alarm hadn’t faded, and he seems particularly focused on her presence.

Stiles, who had been observing Scott's behavior, leaned in closer to you, swinging on his chair as he tried to figure out where both of your line of vision was centered. With a roll of your eyes you found yourself shoving him back to his own desk, sending his chair legs crashing to the ground.

He let out a playful huff as he is forced back to his own side. The classroom fell silent as the vice principal escorted the same brown haired girl into the room. Scott perked up at the sight of her, his eyes locked on her every move.

“Class, this is our new student, Allison Argent. Please do your best to make her feel welcome”he introduced her, you noticed her nerves as she began to fumble around with the tassels on her bag. Offering a small wave to the class.

She smiles weakly before finding the only open seat in the class, which just happens to be the seat in front of Scott.

Scott, having heard her conversation with her mother earlier How?? knows that she forgot a pen and taps the new girls shoulder, offering her one of his own. Allison looks surprised by the gesture, but smiles at him gratefully.

“Thanks”she nodded. Scott smiling back at her in a way that strongly indicated that he is already besotted by this girl.

Stiles and you find yourselves completely captivated by the interaction between Scott and Allison. The two of you had been watching their conversation intently. Eavesdroppers tut tut tut.

A silent understanding seems to pass between you two unexpectedly meeting eyes, Stiles could tell that you were just as intrigued as him by the whole situation, and the intensity of his gaze confirms it.

“We'll begin with Kafka's Metamorphosis on page one-thirty-three”The English teacher then picks up where he left off.

An hour later the bell rings, you stayed settled in your seat watching the students file out and go to their lockers, knowing that you had to speak to the teacher about one of your assignment.

Once that was taken care of, you exited the classroom and start walking down the corridor towards your own locker.

As you arrived you noticed Stiles, Scott, and another girl named Harley gathered around. They were engaged in a deep conversation, casting occasional glances around them as if they were talking about someone.

You sighed inwardly, the annoyance and resignation evident. It's like they were everywhere you went, always managing to show up unannounced.

The group turns to you as you appear next to them- their conversation coming to a halt.

“It seems that fate wants us to be friends y/n, look at us ending up in the same place at the same time”Stiles hummed out happily.

“You’re leaning on my locker”you blinked once, an awkward silence falling over the four of you as you ignored his comment.

Stiles let out an inaudible noise before sighing, the three of them shuffling over a fraction so that you could access your belongings.

As you’re rummaging through your locker you notice the new girl down the hall, Scott also catches her onto her at the same time. Allison sent a warm smile in you directions. Your lips uncontrollably twitching up into a small smile.

Queen bee-Lydia Martin and her idiot boyfriend Jackson are not far behind approaching Allison and striking up a conversation making you turn back towards your open locker. Scott however continues to watch them from afar and eavesdrop on them with his newly-enhanced hearing??

Meanwhile, across the hall, Harley, who was also watching the scene go down in front of them, looks at Scott and Stiles incredulously, though Scott was too busy listening in on Allison, Lydia, and Jackson's conversation to hear her.

“Can someone tell me how New Girl is here all of five minutes, and she's already hanging out with Lydia's clique?”she asked loudly, catching your attention from the other side of your locker door.

“Because she's hot-“ Harley gives him a look, but Stiles still doesn't get it and shrugs before finishing his thought.

“Beautiful people herd together” Scott is so distracted by listening to Allison talk that he doesn't even react to Harley and Stiles' argument. Suddenly, you inadvertently slam your locker shut, causing all three of them to jump in surprise.

You grab your belongings, tucking your book underneath your arm and walk away without a word. They all exchanged puzzled glances as you walk away towards the bleachers where you would sit and read for some peace and quiet.

"Are you joining us for lunch?" Stiles, still feeling a bit miffed about your earlier behavior, calls out after you as you walk away. He wasn’t going to give up.

“Nope”

You found yourself a quiet spot at the top of the bleachers, enjoying the peaceful surroundings and the warm rays of the sun. There's a pleasant breeze that caresses your skin, and the sky is blue even thought autumn and winter were around the corner.

With no one around to bother you, you focus on your book immersing yourself in the story, finding comfort in the silence that surrounds you.

The lacrosse team spilled out onto the field, where the players started warming up by passing the ball back and forth as other students congregate in the bleachers further down to watch the team play.

You peered up from your book and unfortunately your eyes betray you, noticing Scott and Stiles amongst the crowd. They are in the middle of a conversation as they quickly jog toward the field. In a change in dynamics from the previous night, it is now Stiles who was out of severely breath and trying to keep up with Scott, who seems unfazed. Seeming to have boundless energy. Hmm.

They seem as though they are talking about something deep when Scott’s attention is diverted by the sight of Allison and Lydia walking along the bleachers so they can watch the team play.

You continued to watch as Allison and Lydia approach, your heart sinking as it becomes increasingly clear that they are heading in your direction. Your hope for a quiet and calm afternoon is quickly fading.

You resign yourself to the fact that they're about to sit right next to you, effectively crashing your peaceful spot on the bleachers as the seats filled up with students.

Allison plops down on the bleacher next to you, flashing a friendly smile. She seemed completely oblivious to the fact that she and Lydia were intruding on your private time. Lydia, on the other hand, takes the seat on the opposite side of you, her expression remaining cool and aloof as she settles in. Your eyes widened when you realised that you were sandwiched in between the two. You felt like you were being ambushed.

She turns to you, as if she is about to say something but pauses, seeing Scott down on the field. Allison smiles at him, but before he can smile back, Coach Bobby Finstock appears in front of him and yells his name.

“McCall”his voice echoes around the pitch somehow.

“Yeah?”Scott calls out running towards the Coach.

You and Allison observe as Coach roughly tosses a lacrosse stick with a much bigger net and a bigger helmet to Scott, who catches them after they smack him on the chest. Scott's eyes narrowed in confusion.

You do your best to block out the feeling of being trapped between Allison and Lydia on the bleachers. You focus on the words on the page in front of you, trying to lose yourself in the story to distract you from the uncomfortable situation.

Stiles, who has been running drills with the rest of the lacrosse team, couldn’t help but notice your unusual predicament on the bleachers. He’d known that to be your favourite spot to sit and you were usually alone. His eyes widened when he saw you sitting there, bobbing your leg up and down with nerves between Allison and Lydia.

He shook his head in disbelief, wondering how you ended up in such an awkward position. Part of him wanted to laugh, while the other part was concerned because you looked so anxious.

“Hey” A small voice made your head snap up out of your book, your eyes darting around until they landed on Allison who was smiling gently next to you, her eyes flickering from you to the book you were holding.

You hesitated for a moment, turning your head to the seat next to you to see Lydia in her own world, adjusting her makeup in her little pocket mirror. So Allison was talking to you.

“H-hey?”you offered, closing your book. You struggled to make eye contact.

“The names Allison, Allison Ar-

“Argent, you’re uh- in my English class” You accidentally interrupted quickly your mouth taking over, kicking yourself seconds later for cutting her short.

“You’re Y/n right?”she grinned, holding out her hand. You feel both surprise and disbelief that Allison not only knew your name, but was also being friendly with you. It was rare for anyone other than Stiles or Scott to pay you much attention at school, so this unexpected interaction catches you off guard.

“Y/n Y/l/n”you slowly took her hand, shaking it gently.

Scott, who has been practicing on the lacrosse field, can't help but tune in on your conversation with Allison. He secretly listened with a small smile on his face as he witnessed the interaction unfold.

He was glad to see that Allison was being friendly and trying to connect with you. It was nice to see someone other than himself and Stiles try to bring you out of the shell you had hidden yourself in, even if it was just for a brief moment.

His smile dropped slightly as someone else finally chimed into your conversation.

Lydia, who had been preoccupied with her makeup, swivelled around directing the question towards you.Her fluttering eyelashes and tone conveyed a false innocence, which was typical of her behavior.

“I’ve never seen you around before, are you new?”she asked seriously.

You struggled to respond, feeling embarrassed by Lydia's question.

“Lydia, we've been in the same class for six years?”you manage to choke out, furrowing your eyebrows in confusion and frustration. The strawberry blonde letting out a high pitched ‘Hm’ as the three of you sat in silence.

Before the uncomfortable silence can linger for too long, the sound of Coach Finstock's voice rings out across the field, signaling the start of the game.

Suddenly, all eyes shift towards the field as the game begins, effectively diverting everyone's attention away from you. You glance over once more at Allison and see a sympathetic smile on her face, perhaps signaling her understanding.

You watched as the lacrosse game got underway, your eyes scanning the field. To your surprise, Scott is playing and not sitting on the bench as usual. You found it weird, considering he rarely got playing time, if any at all.

In the stands, Lydia peered at Scott curiously, as though she had never noticed him before, Allison watching aswell as you quietly tried to recover.

Scott reluctantly took his place in the goal and prepared for the practice game to start. As if on queue, his superhuman hearing kicks in once again, allowing him to listen in on Allison and Lydia's conversation.

“Who is that?”Allison’s head followed Scott as he saved goal after goal. Lydia leaning forwards to get a closer look.

“Him? I'm not sure who he is. Why?” She eventually muttered. Surprise, Surprise.

Scott cocked his head in confusion as he stared at them, but they didn’t seem to notice. You did though. Could Scott hear you from all the way over there?! Allison smiled in response to Lydia's question as you rolled your eyes at her ignorance.

“He's in my English class”Allison noted loudly.

With curiosity piqued by Scott's attentive behavior, you decide to test an intriguing theory. Seizing the chance to conduct a little experiment,

“His name is Scott McCall”you informed her, her eyes widening noting that she had seen you around school with him a number of times. Your pupils fixed on Scott’s position across the field. As soon as you mentioned his name he seized up slightly. What the fuck.

Allison snapped you out of the shock you were experiencing at this recent development.

“You’re friends?”she questioned.

“Oh uh- no not friends”you responded quickly, absentmindedly packing up your belongings. Referring back to the times you had bumped into Scott and Stiles over the past day unwillingly.

Feeling somewhat bewildered by the revelation that Scott had somehow gained superhuman senses overnight, you quickly stood up from your position, sliding past Allison as your brain focused on leaving.

“Nice to meet you…”Allison’s voice trailed away along with her wave as you started to feel your ears ring, the beating of your own heart drowning out all of the noise. Your two feet began moving faster beneath you as you brushed past everyone sitting in the bleachers hearing Lydia and Allison resume their conversation regarding Scott.

You were mentally and physically panicking, your mind racing. Thinking about all the normal possible explanations. Maybe Scott hit his head or something and it’s making him act weird? Maybe the bite he got is infected and it’s making him act delirious. Maybe he just had a really good set of senses?

You spluttered around trying not to drop the contents of your bag as you practically sprinted down the stairs towards the exit.

Stiles, who had been keeping the bench warm watching the game, noticed a body out of the corner of his eye speeding down the stairs. You were finding it difficult to keep your belongings from falling all over the place.

He found himself uncontrollably rising from his seat when he caught sight of your state, your hair flying out behind you as you continued to run down towards the field.

The Coach blew the whistle loudly, causing everything to come to a halt including yourself, your eyes immediately darting over to Scott- a part of you knowing that if what you thought was correct. He’d be suffering due to the noise.

Stiles’ lips parted as he followed your line of sight, the two of you watching as Scott flinched over and covered his ears in pain. Letting out an audible groan. You took in a sharp breath, Stilinski once again turning back to you just in time to see you walking briskly out of the exit towards the car park.

Once you reached the safety of your car, you hurry to get in and quickly close the door behind you. Stopping to take a few deep breaths, you tried to calm your racing heart and gather your thoughts. The enclosed space of the car offered a moment of respite from the chaos around the lacrosse field.

In the quiet confines of your car, you struggled with conflicting thoughts. Part of you wanted to dismiss the strange incident as a coincidence or a fluke, but the curiosity within you was too strong to ignore as. Despite trying to resist the temptation, you found yourself unable to let go of the mystery that had unfolded before you.

You didn’t want to get involved with anyone, but there was something wrong. Scott had gone from wheezing and being unable to function during sports, to really fucking good with superhero type hearing abilities.

“I’m so going to need my phone for this”your head fell against your steering wheel, a destination set in your mind.

[zu8her]

“Just Ask Me.” | tsukishima kei.

Synopsis: tsukishima just wants her to ask.

Oh, she was gorgeous— fucking beautiful even. Her skin glistened under the sun's dull gaze. The bounce of her curls. Her curves everything she wears outlines. Her, oh so alluring smile. Simplicity as it's finest, he thought.

But as he grow to knew her the deeper he fell. Consumed by her. Her scent, subtle coconut and something he can't put his finger on. Her. She was kind, so kind. Childishly so at times but she put her foot down when need be and he liked that. She was steadfast yet fragile.

Complex. She was a person. Someone he had fallen in love with, in an illogically short time. One of his favourite things about her was that she kind of a pushover, at the very least he could jokingly bully her. He loved getting a rise out of her.

That still didn't stop his heart from beating out his chest when he asked her out. She had been going on and on about her lastest hyperfixation. And he loved that about her. Always attentively listening about things she's so passionate about. Taking the chance, he leaned in when she dropped her pen.

When he finally uttered the words, yn went silent. Regret washed over him. She rarely went silent, while studying, when she's overwhelmed and now.

“If you don't want just forget it-” he gently murmured.

“Yes.” A hint of genuine shock settled on his face, before getting consumed by his familiar condescending smirk. She couldn't place it the but that smirk, his smirk, slightly changed since that day.

She had noticed his gaze. How he looked at her. His gaze held her so fondly. Held at her, so fondly. Everytime they were together. Even when he was so fucking cocky, he looked at her with such admiration. It was subtle gaze. A gentle gaze yet so wonderfully suffocating.

Just like yn, Tsukishima loved noticing the little things. The things he never had before they started dating. He was genuinely surprised about how little he truly knew her considering she spoke incessantly.

Like the way she always has a book. Her love of plushies and satin pillows. The products she uses for her hair to smell so good.

His favourite thing he had noticed is that she loves touch. It was clear that she needed it, craved most days. Whether it be holding hands, hugging or simply sitting close. But she constantly stopped herself. Taking his boundaries into consideration, she wanted to ask. She really did. She just didn't know how to.

“You know, if you want something, just ask me.” Lifting her gaze from her phone, she searches for a hint of his usual playfulness but to no avail. He's being serious.

“Yeah. Uhm. I will. You do the same.” To that, he nods.

Why would he ask me that? yn's thoughts are consumed by this question as she rolls in her bed. Feeling her phone vibrate, she reaches for it. It's Tsukishima.

“Hi, can you check if I left my duffel bag at your apartment? ”

Through her mirror she sees it in the corner. “It's here. I can bring it to you. You're going to practice right?”

“I'll come get it after practice, thank you,” he sighs.

Staring at her ceiling, she spins in her chair throwing a ball in the air, in only his shirt and underwear. Just go, ask him. Like: ‘Hey, Kei I really want you to touch me more.’ That sounds creepy.

Hearing a familiar knock at the door she snaps her head forward. “Fuck,” she cusses as she drops the ball on her face. She grabs his duffel bag before rushing to the door she straightes herself before opening the door.

“Can I come in?” He stands. Taking sharp breaths to soothe his exhaustion. It's a godly sight. He gives a tired smirk, wiping the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand.

“Huh? Sorry, yes.” She allows him to enter.

“Thank you.” he pecks her forehead. She breaths. She hasn't grown use to his kisses. She especially loves his kisses that lead to make out sessions that leave her breathless.

“You know, if you want something, just ask me.” His words echo.

He immediately darts to her bedroom.

“I'm going to take a shower.”

“Sure.” She lays on the bed. Watching as he takes of his shirt before disappearing into the connecting bathroom.

Slowly, she drifts asleep.

“Baby,” she hears Kei coo. Opening her eyes to see him above her, between her legs.

“Kei?”

“I just- really want you. Can I?” She feels him tugging at the band of her panties.

Nodding, he gives a fucked out smile before leaning down to kiss her. She gasps against his mouth as she feels him rub her clit.

His face a tint of crimson as he looks down at her. “Just, relax 'm gonna make you feel so good.”

Feeling calloused hands on her back she snaps her eyes open. “Didn't mean to wake you.” He gives a soft smile before returning to his book. He's sitting next to her. She feels her hand in her panties. Subtly taking it out she shifts more into the blanket. Fuck . “Just wanted to check on you. You were mumbling in your sleep. Did you have a nightmare?”

“No,” she hastily babbles.

She lays still. Can he smell it? Fuck, I need to change. Did I just- masturbate-? Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

She lays still for a few more minutes hoping, praying the ache to continue subsides. But it doesn't.

Breathing, she turns facing him. He's in a plain white tee and joggers. His hair is still wet and his face is a tint of crimson from the hot shower. He looks down at her. That gaze, it pushes her to the edge.

“Do you need anything, baby?" His voice tender. He has moments where he is incredibly sweet. Sadistically sweet.

This is one of those moments. And this turns her on even more.

“You know, if you want something just ask me.”

She always wondered what he meant by it, guess now she has an idea of what he meant.

Pushing herself up with her elbow she tries to gather the words and confidence. She sits up in front of him.

“I really like when we make out,” she stammers. A wide smirk spreads on his face.

“Really?” He takes off his glasses and places it on the nightstand alongside his book, his infamous grin spreading across his irritatingly attractive face. “I like it too,” he hums.

“Yeah, uhm. Can I– can we—”

“Can we, what?” he tilts his head in false confusion. He knows what she's asking for but he wants to pry it out of her. He's been waiting for her to ask. So, needless to say he's going to milk the hell out of this.

“Can we ya know, make out? If you... want to.”

“I'd like that. I'd like that, every much.” He leans in grazing her lips. Giving her a peck before deepening the kiss. It's slow at first, gentle as she climbs on top of him. His hands roam her body as she has his blonde locks between her fingers.

She shivers as he sneaks his calloused hands into her shirt. Breaking her kiss, he pivots for her neck. “uhmm~” she whimpers. Absentmindedly, she starts grinding on his thigh. As she continues her whimpers grow louder.

Feeling a wet patch on his joggers he stops resulting in yn stopping as well.

“I'm so sorry. I didn't mean-” She tries to get off but he holds at her hips firmly.

“It's okay," he breathes against her neck. “Do like doing that?” She bites her lip nodding.

“Can I, please?” She whines bucking her hips.

“Of course, baby.” He coos, smirking. She continues grinding as he watches her. “Kei~” she moans.

Groaning he gets her on back. His knee between her legs, he rubs her clothed clit. He watches as her face twists in pleasure and gasps as he applies pressure.

“Lift your hips for me, baby.”

She obeys as he slips off her shorts and soaking underwear. She gasps as he slips in two fingers. “Fuuuuck, your so tight.” Knuckle deep, she begins to pull at his shirt.

She always stared at them. His longer slender fingers. Gasping as he hits her g-spot. She bucks her hips against his fingers.

“Do you want to cum for me?”

She hums. Feeling her orgasm wash over her. She moans eyes locked on Tsukishima as she gives him a blissful grin, slowly grinding into his fingers.

Removing his fingers from her gaping hole he places his digits into his mouth. She groans twitching from her orgasm.

“I'm not done with you." He pulls at her hips placing her at the edge of the bed.

Pulling down his joggers, a lengthy cock springs out. Precum trickling down the base of his cock, groaning, near moaning, as he strokes it.

“Fuck. Do you have condoms?” She whines. He leaves to the corner of the room, hastily rummaging through his duffel bag before returning.

Above her, he pulls his shirt over his head. Tearing the patch open with teeth, he hisses as he slides it on, tapping the base of his cock on her clit before entering her.

She moans wrapping her arms around his neck as he nuzzled into the crook of her neck.

He starts slow. Easing in and out of her wet folds as they moan. He pulls his head up. Deepening their kiss as his thrusts become more erratic. Pulling away, he gleefully watches as she desperately tries to quiet her ever increacing moans but fails. Smirking down at her as he rubs her clit.

“argh~” his repeated groans rocking his hips into her.

“I'm- I'm gonna— fuuuuck,” she moans. Tsukishima pulls out as liquid gush onto his torso. He cusses before continuing his rapid thrusts in her already sensitive pussy.

“Just one more, okay?” He bites at her neck. Sending her over the edge. She rolls her hips onto his cock to meet his thrusts. Feeling her orgasm fast approaching once more she digs her nails into his back as she cums. She continues to claw at his back as he reaches his high.

They lay in silence, the sound of skin clapping replaced with heavy breathes. Kei lays top yn as she runs her hands through his damp locks.

Getting up he grabs a towel, one of his shirts and shorts from his duffel bag.

“Do mind laying on the couch while I change the sheets?” He asks helping her put on his shirt. Nodding he picks her up and lays her on the couch.

After a bit she feels him settle behind her. He sneaks his hand into the blanket rubbing her stomach as she begins to drift off.

“Was that good?” He hums. Sluggishly she nods a wide grin on her face as she nuzzles against his bare chest.

[cowboygenesis]

2: the roommate | kylo ren x reader

part 2 of the "bump it, cool it" series: masterlist.

pairing: [modern!au] kylo ren x reader chapter warnings: explicit language. word count: 2.5k series summary: when your roommate’s older brother needs a place to crash, you begrudgingly offer up your couch— only to realize he’s the most insufferable, entitled asshole you’ve ever met. the worst part? you can’t seem to stop thinking about him. notes: here he comes... my boy. i have another chapter to post (from the pile), then we're back to live writing. i don't have much else to say here! enjoy the chapter and let me know what you think!

A symphony of dog barks and passing cars carry in the wind as you rummage your purse for keys. ‘10:34, Wednesday’ reads on your phone, urging a tired exhale from your parched throat.

‘Poor Rey,’ you think, inputting the 4-digit code to your apartment building. You never envied her bartending job, besides the generous tips she’d often bring home to place in your shared piggy bank. On the other hand, her absence into the late night meant a moment of peaceful solitude for you.

The door swings open with a beep, and you flick the light on before lazily ascending the staircase. While the complex has an available lift, you had made it a habit of taking the stairs, even after long shifts.

The plastic bag in your hand weighs down on your fingers, forming red creases you’d later rub away. Waitering at a nice restaurant meant taking home a good amount of leftovers and sharing them with your roommate— this time, you’d have to commit the act alone, but you think you deserve it. It’s been a long day of scribbling orders and carrying trays of cocktails, and now, you’re ready to sink your sorrows into a hot shower and an episode of your favorite show. Your lips curl into a tired smile at the thought of that new face mask you had bought the previous week— you think it’d do nicely with how dry your skin has been feeling this past winter.

The sight of the wooden entrance at the end of the hallway makes you sigh with relief. As you approach, the silver steel of a small number ‘9’ greets your sore body. With the keys ready, you quickly slide them into the lock and open the door. It clicks softly, and you push it open with your elbow.

Inside, the vague figure of black furniture outlines a soft, trickling light from the kitchen window. As you kick your shoes off, you can’t help but exhale loudly as the door behind you shuts. The apartment is pleasantly warm and still smelling of whatever lunch Rey had cooked while you were away— a symphony of rosemary and a flavorful broth hovers in the air, making you salivate.

You drop your bags to the floor by the wall and carefully tread toward the kitchen, hands extended to navigate your way in the dark. Once you reach the kitchen table, you shrug your coat off. With nobody around to watch your developing pigsty, you flick it toward the approximate location of your couch.

“Ow!” you hear an unfamiliar baritone gravel, making your heart drop to your nauseated stomach. You walk backward, back colliding with the countertop and bruising your spine as your jittering hands search for a potential weapon to defend yourself from the intruder.

“Who— who’s there?!” you confront with a strained lilt, feeling your face tingle as it drains of color. Finally, your fingers squeeze around a metal handle, and you hurriedly extend the tool, cutting through darkness. “Get the fuck out if you know what’s good for you!”

A shadow shifts near the couch, morphing to its full, imposing height. You tighten your grip on the weapon, blood roaring in your ears.

“I have a knife!” you shout, though the slight waver in your voice undercuts the threat significantly. God, was this it?

The shadow steps closer. Despite your better judgment, your eyes shut tight in preparation for what’s to come. “I warned you!”

Then, with a sharp click, the room floods with light.

Quickly blinking the glare away, you first spot the salad spoon lodged between your fingers, fluttering in the air from your tremor. Your gaze snaps up.

Beyond the spoon stands a man around your age. His dark, piercing eyes bore into your form with dimmed amusement, his lips— plush, pink, and curled into an imperceptible smirk. His hand moves off the light switch and he stuffs a thumb into his pant pocket.

“Hello to you, too,” he hums smoothly, tilting his head. His dark locks shift as he surveys you head to toe, before ultimately focusing on your feeble weapon. “One way to greet a guest.”

Guest?

You carefully lower the spoon, the fear in your blood shifting into simmering anger. Everything clicks in mere seconds, your voice becoming tight when you utter. “Kylo?”

You watch his jaw clench for a moment before he nods. His smirk drops, but the mocking mirth within his pupils stays evident. He glimpses at your white knuckles, and the sight makes him exhale sharply, like a non-commital laugh at your peril. “Did I scare you?”

“…What?” you utter, incredulous at his reaction to your fear. Your hand lowers, returning the spoon to the counter. Your fists clench around nothing when you bunch them at your sides, glaring up at the perpetrator. “Are you serious? Where’s Rey?”

“She’s not home,” he shrugs, giving you another once over like he expected you to know already. “You’re the roommate?”

“How did you get in?” you continue, ignoring his (frankly rude) question.

Kylo exhales slowly before reaching for one of the cabinets. He withdraws a tall glass and approaches the sink to fill it with water. When he answers, he doesn’t grace you with eye contact. “I stopped by her bar and borrowed the keys.”

You can’t help but stare at him, awestruck. The bright kitchen light reflects on his pale skin, casting soft shadows across his face. You’re immediately caught by his side profile— a strong nose and long, dark eyelashes grazing his mole-speckled cheeks. There’s no emotion evident there, aside from a sick sort of merriment.

“I…” you croak out, not knowing where to begin. He stands straight again, looking you over the rim of his glass as if you were taking too long to reply— this gaze alone is enough to send your chest reeling with frustration. “Why were you sitting in the dark?”

You watch him think for a beat, casting an unreadable glance your way.

“No reason,” he utters flatly between sips, his shoulders lax and a stark contrast to your own tensed-up figure. “Just waiting.”

Your breath is still uneven, adrenaline prickling your limbs. His unbothered tone only aggravates the tense knot tightening in your chest. You knew you wouldn’t like the guy, and now you had to be civil. You guess you can argue his case to an extent, perhaps he was merely resting and didn’t notice you come in initially— or, more viscerally, he stayed quiet to freak you out. Deliberately.

“For what? To scare the shit out of me?” You cross your arms, forcing yourself to stand your ground despite the way he looms, broad-shouldered and completely at ease in your kitchen. “You must have heard me coming in. You could’ve made yourself known, at least.”

Kylo leans his hip against the counter, setting his glass down with a dull thud. “Could’ve.”

That’s it. No apology, no further explanation. Just that infuriating, self-assured gaze like he’s barely tolerating the conversation that he started with you.

You huff, running a hand down your face. “Okay… okay, from the top. You got Rey’s keys, made yourself at home, and thought it’d be a good idea to sit there in silence like a complete psycho.”

He exhales through his nose, almost amused, and finally—finally—offers something real. “Yeah, when you put it like that…”

“Cool. How old are you again?” you chuckle sardonically, feeling the threads of your sanity fraying.

“Thir—”

“Okay. Okay, don’t finish that,” you huff, promptly cutting him off with the rise of your hand. He stops, thankfully, just for a self-satisfied grin to crawl onto his lips. Your stomach lunges up to your throat for reasons unknown.

“Anyway,” You take a slow breath, rolling your lips together as you try to gather the last remnants of your well-being. “Next time, I hope I’ll get a heads-up before a break-in.”

Kylo raises a dark brow, eyes flicking over your face. His smirk doesn’t falter much. “I used a key.”

You glare. “It’s not yours.”

“I was invited.”

“Yeah—” You gesture sharply toward the door, your hand slicing through the air. “I know, I got the memo.”

He tilts his head at you, brow quirked and lips pursed as if he was trying to hit you with a ‘what’s the problem, then?’

“What I don’t know,” you trail, pointing a near-accusatory finger his way, “is why you decided to show up tonight.”

A few days after settling the living arrangements with Rey, she mentioned that Kylo would be driving in from out of town in precisely one month. You thought that’d be plenty of time to prepare (mentally and physically), but alas, life was full of unpleasant surprises. Kylo, in general, was one of them.

He tilts his head, watching you with something illegible in his eyes. His stare is steady and assessing like he’s trying to figure out some hidden truth about you— and it partially works. You suddenly feel too warm, still thrumming from the adrenaline crash and shrinking under his gaze. It’s hard not to, the dude is huge.

“I drove in earlier,” he replies flatly, his bicep flexing slightly. You swallow thickly.

“And Rey knew?”

He stills for a second, mulling over your words. “Sure.” — she fucking didn’t.

“You’re kidding,” you sigh, rubbing your face before leaning against the windowsill. The marble below your palms does well in cooling your fervor, so you rap your knuckles around the edge.

“I was under the impression I didn’t need to make an appointment,” Kylo muses dryly, carefully surveying your movements.

“You don’t,” you utter, trying hard to maintain unbothered, but the truth threatens to seep out the cracks in your mein. It would be nice if he made an appointment, if only to allow you some time to prepare. Not like it matters, but your makeup is probably cakey after hours of running around and you don’t exactly smell like roses. Yeah. It definitely didn’t matter— as long as he didn’t get to close. “I told you, a notice would’ve been nice.”

“Something you should bring up with your roommate, then,” He replies. For a second, the corner of his mouth twitches, like he’s fighting off a smirk. “But duly noted.”

“May I just remind you that you’re my roommate too, starting today?” you correct flatly, giving him a glare. He returns it, but it’s half-assed and lopsided— like everything he does, you think.

He snorts lightly, shrugging his broad shoulders. Somehow, he manages to make juvenile expressions look diplomatic and serious. “Fair enough.”

You exhale sharply through your nose, willing yourself to move past the snarkiness and make some small talk. You want to give him the benefit of the doubt— perhaps he’s tired after travelling or you’ve made a bad first impression. Whatever it is, you seriously doubt Rey’s family could be anything but sweet and caring, like she is.

“You’re Rey’s brother, right?” you quip. You don’t need to ask, you remember the info clear as day. Still, it’s the best you can do in terms of being inoffensive while still veering away from the banter you had so unfortunately started with.

“Uh-huh,” he nods, sparing you no theatrics or explanations.

Maybe the benefit of the doubt thing wouldn’t work here, after all. His arrogance, indifference, and general attitude of ‘I take up all the space in a room and don’t care if you notice’ already put you at your wits end. If this was just the beginning, you struggled to visualize a world where you wouldn’t jump at each other’s throats sharing a space.

Kylo watches you, head tilting ever so slightly. He looks comfortable, even joyful to some strange extent as he crosses his arms. For a beat, you feel like he’s waiting for something specific to happen.

“So,” you say, forcing some level of composure back into your voice, “how long are you staying?”

Kylo places his now-empty glass in the sink with a soft clink before turning back to you. “Not sure yet.”

Oh, cool. Could exhaustion make someone completely insufferable?

Your fingers tighten around your biceps where they’re crossed, knuckles pressing into your skin. “You don’t have a plan?”

He smirks at you. Smirks. “Not one I feel like sharing.”

You stare at him. Openly. Blankly— like you can’t quite believe this is your life right now, because you cannot. He’s deciding to treat you like a pest rather than part of his literal saving grace, and for what?

“You gotta be fucking with me right now,” you utter, your eyes squinting like he’s some fucked up mirage.

“Would you like me to?” he answers over the rim of his glass, eyebrows high on his forehead. The glint in his dark eyes is enough to make your patience snap.

“Alright,” you breathe, pushing off the windowsill and making a beeline for your bags. You no longer have the energy to be polite, or hospitable, or even remotely pleasant. If this man wants to lurk in the dark and ignore your attempts at peace, fine. Let him. You are going to eat your takeout and pretend he doesn’t exist, at least until Rey comes home and inevitably forces you two to spend time together.

Except now, you feel like the banter has soured your appetite.

Kylo doesn’t move as you pass him. You feel his gaze on your back when you place the bags on the counter and pull open the fridge, stuffing two takeout containers inside with much more force than necessary. In the back, you spot a covered pot with what you assume to be Rey’s leftovers from lunch. It’d be polite to offer to reheat something for him.

“Help yourself to whatever’s in here,” you mutter, lazily nodding toward the fridge before shutting it. “Or don’t. It’s your business.”

You don’t wait for a response. Instead, you stuff the plastic bag into the trash, grab your tote off the counter and storm down the hall, toward your bedroom.

Kylo’s voice follows you just as your fingers curl around the doorknob. There’s a thread of amusement in his tone, like he’s getting off riling you up. “I knew I’d like you.”

Your jaw clenches so hard it aches. You slam the door behind you, muffling whatever else he might have said, and press your forehead against the wood.

“Entitled asshole,” you mutter under your breath before moving to unpack your bags. You place flick on an ambient light before searching your pant pocket for a lighter. You use that to light a candle, and as the sweet, warm aroma fills your nose, you start feeling a little better.

For a moment, you hear the muffled sound of the fridge opening and a brief tapping of a glass against the counter. Your nose scrunches in annoyance, but soon enough you’re powering on your PC and getting comfy in your chair. Fuck him— fuck him so hard. You wouldn’t let these few weeks get the best of you.

You wouldn’t let Kylo Ren win.

[imnotasuperhero]

Look into my eyes (search your soul)

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: Your love for Wanda could make you go the distance and more, just to see her happy.

A/N: Here’s me with a brand new story. This is planned to be a multi chapter, and I know I should have everything written before posting but i need the validation, okay? Hope this is enough to hook you up and you enjoy this ride.

Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV, Part V, Part VI, Part VII, Part VIII, Part IX

Any and every word you were about to say flew your mind at the body at the other side of the door that just opened.Granted, your attraction to the redhead wasn't new. But just seeing her in that unique glow that pregnancy gives her was something that never failed to take your breath away.

"Hi," Wanda smiled something warm and your inside felt burning. "Didn't know you were coming."

"Neither did I." You smiled timidly. Truth is, you didn't even think about coming here when you left your client's house.

"Come on in," Wanda stepped aside as you entered the threshold. "How are you?"

Following her to the kitchen, you sat on the stool as Wanda umpromtedly filled the kettle with water, placing it on the stove. Eyes never looking away from her every little movement, as if a hypnotic spell was cast over you.

"I've been better," you smiled tiredly.

"At least tell me you got to sleep last night?" Wanda took your hand over the kitchen island.You felt your fingers burning as your thumb smoothed away the cute frown that formed between those green eyes.

"Don't worry, it's almost finished." You bit the inside of your cheek as your fingers ran the contour of her left side, caressing her warm cheek. "I did sleep," you sighed as your hand found its previous place.

"Good, I don't want you to get sick over work."

"Hey! I'm not that bad of a patient," you stuck your tongue out, earning a giggle from the woman in front of you.

"I never said you were," Wanda smiled as she turned around.

After both teas were ready, you moved to the couch in the living room, talking about everything and nothing, enjoying each other's company.

But said calmness was cut short when a guttural scream filled the room. Wanda's mug shattered as it collided against the wooden floor. Your senses woke up all at once as your mind ran a mile an hour.

Scrutinizing her over, your breath stopped at the wetness on Wanda's lap. "Wands,"The redhead looked down just to meet your eyes, after. Panic was written all over her face.

"It's too soon,"

"Shh, it's gonna be okay," you kissed her forehead before picking her up in your arms, walking fast toward your car.

"Y/N, please." Wanda grabbed your hands after you placed her on the co-pilot seat.

"It's gonna be okay," you smiled confidently, squeezing her hands. "Imma get the babies bag, okay? Just keep breathing, baby. You three will be just fine," you promised before hurrying back inside, running to the nursery.

The whole ride to the hospital had you multitasking as one hand was placed on the steering wheels, your right hand was clutched in Wanda's as she squeezed it to no end and your focus was divided between cooing Wanda, paying attention to the road and trying multiple times to reach Vision -thanks to technology for inventing the free hands. But the last one was to no avail.

"Are you the mom?" The gentle nurse smiled at you, freezing your mind.

"N-No," you frowned, seeing how the doctors hurried Wanda deeper into the building.

"Y/N, don't leave me," Wanda looked over her shoulder with pleading eyes, and you swore your heart did a somersault.

"I'm right here," you hurried yourself to her side, taking her hand in yours.

You tried one last time to get a hold of Vision, but the call was sent straight to voicemail. Switching through apps, you sent a quick message to Natasha, letting her know of the birthing of the twins and to tell the others, before you prepared yourself to get into the operating room.

Walking timidly to Wanda's side, your heart broke at the look of utter panic in those beautiful green orbs.

"You will be okay," you smiled warmly as you leaned down to kiss her sweaty head.The pause that settled between you sent shivers down your spine.

"If anything happens to me-"

"Nothing will happen, honey." You promised the redhead, trying to convey in those words all the love and trust you held for her. "You're gonna get out of here with your babies."

"I love you," Wanda groaned as another contraction took over her.

"I love you too," 'more than what a friend should.' You smiled. "Now let's get those babies."

Nothing had prepared you for what you witnessed that day. And you felt honored Wanda trusted you enough to let you see her. From now on, you'd never doubt her -not that you ever did- for your admiration for her grew exponentially at the work she's performed.

The tears finally ran down your cheek as your eyes landed on the bundle of joy being placed in Wanda's arms. Rosy cheeks and swollen face taking your breath away.

"Thank you," you looked at Wanda, seeing her too immersed in her baby to even pay attention to you. "He's beautiful."

Before you could get a response out, another contraction took over her, signaling she should birth her second child.

And the result was nothing different than the previous one.The warm feeling that settled inside you got you clutching onto Wanda's hand, not knowing if the reassurance was for you or her.

Once Wanda and the babies were moved to a private room, you looked up at the knock on the door. Adjusting Billy in your arms, you walked towards the door, smiling when you saw the woman behind the huge teddy bear on the other side.

“Oh, my. Look at him,” Natasha coed as she caressed the baby’s forehead with her index.

“There you are,” the redhead walked towards a tired Wanda, a lazy smile displayed on her lips.

“Hi, Nat.”

“They’re beautiful,” she repeated, looking at the sleeping baby by Wanda’s bed. “What are their names?”

“This one’s Tommy,” Wanda smiled brightly at the sight of her son. “And that one is Billy,” she introduced calmly, looking at you two. You felt your body on fire at the look on Wanda’s face. Granted, you couldn’t put your finger on what it meant, but you surely knew it was something you’d never seen before.

Placing Billy on the hospital crib beside his brother, you then moved to sit beside Wanda, squeezing her hand in a silent gesture.

“We decided I’d be the one coming to not overwhelm you,” Natasha spoke quietly, afraid the twins would fuss at any sound. “The big teddy is from all of us,” she explained, looking at the plushy animal sitting atop Wanda’s bag.

“It’s beautiful, thank you.” Wanda nodded smiling.

After a few more minutes of you three chatting - mostly you and Natasha, as Wanda tried too hard not to snooze off, Nat said her goodbyes and you walked her outside the room.

“He’s on his way,” Natasha frowned with pitiness.

“About time he picked up,” you sighed leaning against the wall.

“That’s not your family, Y/N,”

“You think I don’t know that?” you retorted, angriness showing in your voice. “I just…”

“I know,” Nat hugged you tightly.

“I’ll stay till he comes.”

 “I’ll be home if you need anything. Yes?”

“Thank you,” you smiled her goodbye before taking a moment to just, breathe.The whole rollercoaster you endured drained you, even more so knowing Vision was on his way to his family, and you’d be sent to your lonely home. Daydreaming of Wanda and what it involved.

Once you calmed down, you entered the room just to find her with her heavy eyes, fighting the sleep she so much needed.

“You should rest,” you looked over the twins, smiling warmly before you sat in the chair.

“Lay with me?” Wanda pleaded. And you knew this was a dangerous game, but you couldn’t find it in you to deny her. So you complied, being careful not to hurt her.

“Better now?” You joked as you watched how she moved closer to you.

“Yes,” she looked up at your eyes. “Thank you,” she spoke truthfully.

“It’s nothing,” you kissed her forehead. “Now sleep. I’m here.” You just prayed Wanda couldn’t hear your erratic heartbeat, for every cell in your body vibrated at the close proximity of the body in your arms.

It was close to midnight when you heard someone enter the room, too busy to even be gentle with their movements.

“This is just great,” Vision growled as his eyes burned a hole in your head.

“Lower your volume,” you stirred awake, carefully getting up from the bed to not wake up a fast-asleep Wanda.

“Thanks for the help, but you can go now.” The blonde spit out venomously.And that just served to boil up your blood, waking up the courage inside you.

“I’ll go, but you should be more caring towards them,” you spoke quietly as you picked up your jacket. “Next time instead of getting drunk in a bar, pay attention to your phone.” You were stopped suddenly by a hard grip on your upper arm. Looking up, you sent daggers to the man holding you in place.

“Watch your words.”Freeing from his grip, you laughed something wicked.

“Watch your family,” you barked, trying your best not to cause a scene and wake up the sleeping redhead as you walked away.

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[sandy-the-glader]

maybe a george x grumpy! reader who never really smiles or shows emotion and George kinds makes it his secret mission to do that

Come on I see that smile!

Character: George Karim x Fem!Reader

Type: fluff

Length: 1.7K Words

Summary: Ever since you got to Portland row all it has been is neutral faces, anger and frowns. But George seems to be curious about what your smile looks like… for research purposes of course!

Trope: Grumpy x Sunshine (sorta)

A/n: Sorry if this is bad I've been trying to get back into writing btw maybe a tad bit of ooc George? Anyways this is a mix of second and first-person. Lmao lastly the format and like the 4 and 1 idea came from this fic so go check it out!

4 tries and 1 unintentional victory

Baked goods

Large raindrops pattered against the kitchen window of 35 Portland Row, creating a relaxing rhythm. I sprawled out articles and other various newspapers across the table. There wasn't much information on this house, no visitors had been reported before this caller. No murder cases from that house or interesting behaviors. I jotted down as many notes as I could on a surprisingly clean part of the thinking cloth.

A loud knock echoed through the house. I was too sucked into finding information and suspicious parts about this house to answer the door. Thankfully, I heard someone (most likely George) quickly dash to the door and handled with whatever it was. I assumed it was Arif since it was a quick interaction and the scent was so strong I could already smell it. Damn it smelled good.

George's quick footsteps dashed down to the kitchen, quickly landing the box on an available part of the table. I quickly drew my eyes back to the pages scanning for something remotely helpful. The worst case was going in cold.

"How's the case going?" George came to look at the papers and my progress. His fingers traced my handwriting.

"Not good. There is not a single thing tied to this house. And she said I have to be there in a week." I said with a dry expression. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw George rock back and forth on his heels before he spoke again.

"Well um, I got you extra of your favorite this week." I looked up at him. "If you need to take a break they are there." He offered.

"Thank you I appreciate that." George looked somewhat upset with my reaction. Why? I'm not exactly sure

"Yeah.." He grabbed a chocolate donut from the box and sighed on the way out of the room. I hope he’s okay.

Did I do something wrong?

"Is that a donut??" I heard Lucy call out from the stairs. "I didn't even know we had those!" maybe a break wouldn’t hurt…

2. Stress Cleaning

Sure this was more for George than it was for you but he hoped to kill 2 birds with one stone. He had spent the whole evening cleaning the house. Kitchen, library you name it. He left the bedrooms for last.

He knocked softly on your door and waited for a reply before going up the stairs. There wasn't much to clean in your's and Lucy's shared area besides maybe the windows and a few pieces of clothing needed to be picked up off the ground.

You were reading a book on your bed instead of trying to find more information on that house. You needed a break and your mind was just tired from searching article upon article. You had 3 more days and thought to hell with it I'll just do my best.

"What's up, George?" You peered over your book and at the boy. "Oh." From seeing his apron and blue gloves you already knew he meant cleaning. "You know you don't always have to clean up after us." He shook his head.

"You know cleaning is one of my favorite things right?" He cleaned every single day. Not even kidding. You can't remember the last time you've seen the house jaw-droppingly dirty. Because it never has been. For the many months you’ve been here George has done a fantastic job with keeping the house organized.

"That is true. I do feel bad sometimes." You hummed. "Well thank you." George quirked a small smile but you just nodded in acknowledgment.

Well, it was worth a try. He sighed quietly.

3. Favorite food

He knew as soon as you stepped through the door and slammed it shut, he had made a good decision. Another thing on George's list of "Y/n's smiles" was dinner. Sure food didn't work as well last time this was different.

He heard you curse at something and then throw your rapier into its spot by the door. You took in a deep breath through your nose trying to contain your anger from the trip and not make a lot of noise considering the time but you smelt something. Something so heavenly that's all you needed right now. Food.

You quickly went down the stairs and saw George in his apron Moving around the kitchen.

"Smells great Georgie. It's 3 am you didn't have to." She frowned feeling a bit bad for keeping him up.

"It's really no problem at all." He loved cooking so really it was just fun. "Looks like you had a fun night." She rolled her eyes and groaned. He leaned against a cabinet and glanced at you up and down. Your hair was very messy, traces of ectoplasm was all over your shoes and the bottom of your pants, and you were just really wanting food and a shower.

"Sarcasm. Not now I beg of you. But really the food smells fantastic." A sneaky smile formed on George's lips, not yours though you were far too tired to even think about it.

"Alright. Food's ready anyway." He brought two servings of the food over to the table placing one in front of you and the other across from you. "Do you want to talk about it?" He offered sitting down in front of his food.

"It was awful! The source was in a completely different part of the house than she thought and it was just disastrous!" You complained. He sat there and listened to your troubles like you always did with him.

You finally had a bite of the food and you felt at ease.

“George Casper Karim why can you cook so well?” He smiled downward. You didn’t smile you just had this tired yet calm look on your face.

“I have more talent than just touch.” He joked. She was right though the food did taste amazing.

“Yes you do.” George wasn’t entirely mad at the fact you didn’t smile but he did enjoy the compliment.

4. A New Sweater

George scanned the shelves of your favorite store looking for something you would like. There were plenty of things your style but what caught his eye was a sweater.

Your closet was full of them. Lucy too and so a sweater could be another candidate for his "Y/n's smiles" list.

It wasn’t too thick nor too light because he knew you were sorta picky when it comes to sweaters. And a bonus was it was one of your favorite colours.

He held it in his hands but, he double and even triple-checked the store for something you might like better. But he did not and he went and brought it up to the counter to pay.

The cashier was nice but she had mistaken George as your boyfriend which made him blush furiously and confirm the two of you were just close friends. The cashier didn’t buy it. She gave him a small disbelieving look and he tried to ignore it.

He was impressed by how well she wrapped up the sweater and put it in a really nice bag.

When he came back the house was insanely quiet, mainly because Lockwood was out of the house and Lucy was training in the basement. You had decided to have a lazy day you were mainly just in your bed or in front of your desk.

But he noticed you were making tea in the kitchen so he quietly ran upstairs to put your gift on your bed. And then he snuck back down to his room to wait for your return.

You held a cup in your hand and carefully walked upstairs. You were confused when finding a gift on your bed mainly because no one really gave you gifts out of the blue. A small gasp escaped your lips when you reached into the bag and pulled out a sweater. You held the sweater close. It was the right size it was quite a shocker

You didn't think Lucy even knew your size.

"Surprise." George came back up the stairs. You went and hugged him. He was slightly taken aback by the gesture. He wasn't exactly a hugger but he wrapped his arm around you and squeezed gently.

"Thank you, George. You do so much for me." Again he wasn't exactly angry that it had failed because he's never had a hug that felt this relaxing. He was feeling loved. "Anything." He said simply. You pulled back and ruffled his hair.

"You're too good for me."

George returned to his room and took a pen and struck off another idea on a sticky note above his desk. But he did put a small heart next to it.

5. Quality Time.

"Wanna go the archives with me? Lucy and Lockwood already said no but they were caught up in their own thing." George huffed. You sat up immediately and shoved a bookmark into your book. You cracked a half smile.

"I would love to." You sprung up and grabbed your bag and shoes. "They never want to go with me either." Still, a small smile plastered on your face.

George was shocked in the 3 months he knew you that's all it took? Just going to the archives? He would have groaned if he wasn't so happy for finally making you smile. The look was so unfamiliar on you but he definitely knew he wanted to see it more.

"I don't know why I never asked you." You chuckled softly. That was a complete lie. You didn't want to admit it or make it obvious that you have a raging crush on the other boy while being alone and so very close to him doing what you loved most.

George didn't even think about your comment. A chuckle? George's expectations were exceeded. He thought you would shrug it off and either go and keep to yourself or kindly decline.

"Come on Georgie!" You practically skipped out of the room, brushing past his shoulder and sending a jolt through his body. His heart swelled and he was honestly quite boastful at the moment. If he could shout it at the world he would. He felt like he deserved something for making Y/n L/n smile. But seeing your smile was an award in itself.

George followed her out of the house and down to explore the archives.

[neoarchipelago]

Madripoor High (Part 4)

A/N: There's a few talks of Simon's canon backstory in here.

Warnings: Violence, Sexual content, Abuse, Torture, Sexual abuse

Even your simple shoes echoed on the marble floor of the hotel. Simon had groaned and complained about your choice of hotel for the night but caved in. You walked to the front desk, the big scary man behind you gaining everyone's attention. 

"Good afternoon. How may I help you?" The desk clerk asked, a soft smile on his face, but eyes gazing at the hooded masked lieutenant. 

"I'd like to know if you have any rooms available." 

"Oh, of course, let me check. How long would you like to stay?" He asked, typing away at his computer. 

You turned to Simon, asking him. 

"Not more than a night." He mumbled. 

The clerk nodded, forcing a smile on his lips. The situation didn't look nice at all. The big scary man next to you, almost making it seem like he had… kidnapped you. Fuck. You searched through your bag, getting your wallet and picking up one of the black cards and the identity card that went with that one, putting it in front of the Clerk. 

"Here, put everything on my card." 

"Oh. Very well, miss… Riley." The clerk smiled. 

Oh… yes. You had in fact used Riley as a fake name. You bit your lip smirking, avoiding Simon's gaze. 

"And… will you be sharing a room with… Mr..?" He asked. 

"Mr Riley." You chuckled, trying to hold back your laughter. The clerk nodded again, smiling up at the man. 

"Well, we have one room left, one of the Master suites!" The clerk smiled. You smiled back. "I'll be checking you in, and making sure your suite is ready, it'll take a few minutes. You may sit in the lounge, and a drink will be offered." He invited. 

"Thank you." You smiled, turning back to Simon and looping your arms through his. 

"Let's go Mr Riley." 

He tensed but walked nonetheless. 

"Mrs Riley…?" He hissed under his breath. 

"A fake name… don't worry." You hissed, your smile never faltering. 

You took a seat in one of the sofa chairs, Simon sitting in front of you. 

"Aren't we supposed to be low-key…?" He said. 

"Sometimes not hiding is the best way to hide." You smirked. 

He shook his head. 

"Calm down. Enjoy the stay. We have to find some proper clothes for tonight." You mumbled. 

"This is being a bit more risky than we expected. Price is probably going to call me." He said. 

"Call him then. Keep him informed." You inquired. 

He nodded, grabbing his phone. 

"I'll be right back." 

You smiled at him as he stood and walked back into the lobby. 

You sighed. You closed your eyes letting your head fall back a bit. This tangle of a mission was becoming a bit too hard to unravel.

"Miss? Is… everything alright?" 

You opened your eyes looking up at the server. 

"Oh hi… yes I am." 

He looked at the lobby, worried look in his eyes. 

"Do… Do you need help?" He whispered. 

Bingo. 

"Help?" You asked. 

"Hum… yeah…" he pointed towards the lieutenant. 

You chuckled. 

"Oh.. no no. He's my bodyguard. But thank you for worrying. It's amazing of you to do so." You offered him a sweet smile. 

He relaxed, before taking your order. A simple cocktail would do. 

Ghost walked back to the table, sitting in front of you. 

"I ordered for you. With a straw." You teased. 

He glared at you. 

"They'll be joining us. Probably be here in an hour." He informed you. 

You nodded. 

"Well, we need proper clothes for a night club. We'll drop our stuff in the room and go shopping." You said. He seemed annoyed. 

"Don't like shopping?" You smirked. He didn't need to answer. "Alright. I'll find another way." You smiled gently. 

He nodded as a thanks. The drinks were put down in front of you, the server smiling at you but avoiding your 'bodyguards' gaze. You sipped on your drink, checking your phone for anything interesting from the data that you collected from the dealer's phone. Lots of text messages. Clients, other drug dealers. A few from his boss, that being the most interesting ones. Finishing your drinks, the clerk walked to you. 

"Mrs Riley. Your suite is ready. Here are your electronic keys." 

You thanked him, rising to your feet. You were dying to lay down for a little while. The way to the elevator and up was drowned in silence. You almost skipped your way to the door of the suite. When the door opened, showing a large living room, an open view on the large bed, you almost squealed happily. You ran dropping your bag on the couch before jumping on the bed, giggling. You didn't notice the way the lieutenant looked at you, amused. 

"Let's rest a bit. We got a few hours ahead of us." You heard. 

You happily agreed, kicking your shoes off and upping yourself on the bed to grab a pillow and cuddle it. You didn't exactly feel like napping but you were slightly tired. Before you could actually rest you decided to look for some way to bring clothes to the hotel. 

"Hey…" You whined, cuddling the pillow closer. "Tracker…" . You frowned through your sleep. 

"Not yet… please…" you whined. A sigh met your plea. A soft brush on your forehead, a strand of hair being pushed aside. 

"Wake up. Come on." It was slightly more firm now, contrasting with the soft touch of the gloves. 

You blinked your eyes open, Ghost having already taken three preventive steps back. 

"There's people with clothes waiting in the living room." He said. 

You took a deep breath, sitting up on the bed. You tangled your fingers through your messed up hair, finding the courage to finally stand. Following Ghost into the living room, you greeted the professionals, standing in front of clothing racks full of clothing for men and women. The room phone rang, Ghost picking it up. 

"The team is here." He told you. 

"Right on time." You smiled. 

Thirty minutes later, everyone was trying out clothes. Valeria was particularly enjoying it, taking time to choose a good outfit and making you try various as well, the more outfits you tried the more skin was showing. 

"Valeria. No." You stated. 

"Valeria yes!" She countered. 

You rolled your eyes. 

"This one!" She chimed, holding a pretty creamy satin dress. It hugged the curves, spaghetti straps on the shoulder. You didn't truly have time to say anything as she pushed you to the bathroom as gaz was walking out. She pushed him out of the way, throwing you in and closing the door. 

"God damn it…" you cursed under your breath. 

Ok, maybe it wasn't that bad. It hugged the right place, no matter how fluffy those places were. This might be it. You stepped out, looking for Valeria's approval, falling eye to eye with Simon, standing near the couch. He wore a black hoodie, a black leather jacket on top, hood on but black skull face mask. He eyed you up and down quickly before looking away. 

"There you go, you sexy thing!" Valeria's proud voice rang loudly. 

"Are you trying to seduce me?" You teased her. 

"Always muñeca." She winked. 

You walked to the lieutenant, his body stiffening. 

"Y/N. Can we brief on the mission for a moment?" Price called from across the room. 

Odd. 

"Sure!" You answered walking to him. Everyone was dressed appropriately for a night club, chest hair, and tight shirts. 

"What you got?" He asked with a smile, making you frown. 

"Let's step in the bedroom, I'll show you on my laptop." You answered. 

Once in the room, you closed the curtain doors, though it wouldn't help much. You sat on the bed, patting the space next to you. He smirked while sitting down. 

"What's wrong?" You asked with a soft smile. 

"What do you mean?" He smiled wider. 

"You know everything on the mission. The Lieutenant has been religiously informing you. You called me to get me away from him. Why?" You asked in a lower soft voice. 

He sighed, holding his hands together as he braced himself on his knees. 

"The lieutenant… has had a hard past." 

"Who hasn't.." you mumbled. 

"Particularly hard. He… without going into detail, it's not my place… was tortured." 

You frowned. Not that it was unusual for a soldier but, something made you feel uneasy. The thought that he, in particular, had suffered it. 

"Unfortunately there was also sexual torture." 

"Sounds like a kink…" you smirked weakly, trying to lighten the mood. Unfortunately, you knew what it meant. He huffed a chuckle but remained at that. 

"So..?" You frowned. 

"He might be uncomfortable. With you, close up looking all … hum.." 

"Yummy?" You teased. 

He chuckled. "Yeah… that. He won't admit it, but he's kind of afraid of his own feelings and behavior." 

You thought for a second. Alright. You could stay away from it for the night. 

"Alright. No problem." You smiled. 

"Thank you." 

You nodded. 

Your way to the club was filled with chatter. You all had a briefing, let yourself mingle in the crowd. You and Valeria had to drag Tashy out back to the hotel or in a secluded place. Easy enough. You sat in the back, Price driving the van you had rented to fit everyone, Ghost sitting in the passenger seat. You sat in the far back with Alejandro in the middle and Valeria on his left. You couldn't stop yourself from throwing glances at him from across the van. 

"Caught your attention?" Valeria whispered across Alejandro, making him frown. 

"What?" You whispered back, leaning over Alejandro to also get close to her. 

"The masked pendejo." She said. 

"What's it with you, who catches my attention?" You whispered back. 

"It's unusual. That's all." She teased. 

"You know what's not unusual? You, starving over Alejandro's cock." You spat back. 

"Oy! I'm right here!" He said loudly, gaining attention from everyone in the van. 

"What's happening back there?" Soap asked, full of curiosity. 

"Y/N-" Valeria started. 

"Valeria want to suck Alejandro and I'm holding a fucking candle!" You interrupted loudly. 

"Puta madre Y/N!" Valeria cursed, Alejandro following. 

The van filled with laughter as you glared at her. 

Arriving at the club, you easily walked in, the rumor that a billionaire and her friends were in town quickly spreading. You rolled with it, after all, it wasn't fake news. You asked for a VIP corner which the club owner was greedily happy to provide. 

You knew it all too well. Money attracts rats like honey attracts bees. The noisy club made your heart jump. It reminded you of madripoor. The smell of alcohol and acid in the air. You sighed. You had opened the corner to some people in the crowd, after all you had to pretend you were here for fun, being secluded was going to attract attention. Various bottles of alcohol sprawled on the table, laughter and voices trying to break over the sound of the music. Everyone was enjoying themselves, or at least trying, while keeping an eye out for Tashy. 

Valeria stood next to you as watched over the club from the balcony VIP corner. She sipped on her drink, looping her arm in yours. 

"How long has it been? When was the last time we got out together?" She half screamed in your ear, making you wince. 

"Too long. Someone had to go and end up in jail." You teased. 

She winked at you, making you smile. Yes, it was a love and hate relationship, but you loved that girl. She was your friend, however crazy and annoying she was. You let your head flop on her shoulder, a laugh shaking through her body. She placed a kiss on your cheek before walking away. You watched her leave, eyes catching a little scene behind her. Ghost leaned against a wall, a lady's hand on his chest as she obviously flirted with him. His body screamed uncomfortably. 

You glanced at Price who sat next to Gaz with some ladies, he too, was watching the scene.

His eyes fell into yours, he was going to stand as you raised your hand to tell him to remain in his seat. You walked over to the poor Lieutenant as he looked up to watch you. 

"Who the fuck are you?!" You spat menacingly. The girl glared at you. 

"Who the fuck are you?" She spat back. 

"The one who's paying for this pretty corner and that grey goose in your fucking cup." You answered. 

She seemed to realize her mistake, wanting to remain in the high class corner of the club. 

"Oh hum… didn't know he was yours… sorry." She said, lowering her gaze. 

"Get the fuck away." You threatened. 

She didn't say anything else as she scurried off to the girlfriends. You glared at her all the time she walked away. 

"Thanks." You heard close to your ear. You shivered slightly. 

"You don't have to stay. Price and the others are here." You told him, getting close to his ear as well. "Go back to the hotel room." 

"No." 

Stubborn idiot. You visibly sighed, shaking your head. His eyes squinted. 

"You know." He said. 

"No. I imagine. I think it's worse." You said looking away. 

"I don't want your pity." He snarled. 

You gave him an offended look, stepping closer. 

"It's not pity! It's fucking rage!" You answered, surprising him. 

You turned your back, walking away, back to Valeria. 

"What's wrong?" She asked. 

"In the mood for trouble. Any views on the target?" You asked. 

"He just walked in." She answered with a wide grin and a wink thrown your way. 

You nodded, taking the last sip of your drink as she downed hers. Both putting your empty cups down on the table, she looped her arm in yours again as you aimed for the stairs, ready to lose yourselves in the dancing bodies and spilled drinks. You felt the heavy gazes of the boys on you, Alejandro and Rudy uncomfortable to let Valeria out of their reach, the others… you didn't know exactly. 

Walking through the crowd was slightly easier than expected, money really was a powerful thing as they left a bit of a place for you both to walk. Valeria walked you to the ladies bathroom, making sure to pass near the table of the dealer boss. It was perfect. As you walked out of the bathroom, two broad men stood nearby, stopping the two of you.

"Ladies, our boss would like to offer you a drink at his table." One said. 

You looked at each other, pretending to think about it as Valeria pretended to try to convince you. You 'caved in' at her offer as they both walked you towards Tashy's table.

"Ladies! Welcome to the club! How are you enjoying the party so far?" He immediately rang as you both sat down on either side of him. 

"Not bad. Been to bigger places though." You answered with a teasing smile. 

You let Valeria do most of the talking as you pretended to be bored. 

"What's wrong, love?" The man asked, his arms wrapping around your shoulders. You wanted to punch him but you retrained yourself. 

"Well. This is getting boring. Might turn to a more… private party. What do you think Jessie?" You asked, turning to Valeria. 

"Oh well. That'd be lovely" she said, tone clearly implying dirty things. You bit your lip softly, dragging the attention of the man towards the movement. 

"Should we invite our new friend here?" She asked, dragging a finger down his chest. 

"Think he's interested?" You asked, looking him in the eyes through your lashes.  

"Well… who wouldn't, ladies?" He answered with a sheepishly wide grin. 

"Should we take him to the suit? Him and his men?" Valeria kept teasing. 

"Oh that'd be lovely." 

He agreed. The idiot. 

He had nicely driven the both of you in his  fancy car. The rest of the team had already left the club, waiting for you in the hotel room. In the lobby you walked to the clerk, handing him a few hundreds, asking him for some privacy on the things he has been witnessing. He didn't blink, probably used to bribes. 

You and Valeria hugged the man as he arms rested on the small of your back, the two big bodyguards standing right behind the two of you. Tashy was proudly displaying drugs and his high ring of drug dealing, that dumbass used to rich girls who loved substances and sex, doing anything to end up in his sheets. 

You unlocked the door to the suite, the five of you walking in. It seemed absolutely empty as you separated from the man, offering him another drink to 'heat up the room'. Valeria happily chimed in walking to you. 

It was the perfect moment for the rest of the team, erupting from their hidden places, jumping on the two bodyguards as you calmly poured yourself and Valeria a drink. You handed it to her, glass clicking together before you turned back to the scene, all three men on the ground, the bodyguards knocked out and Tashy hands behind his back, being pulled back up to sit on a chair. 

"Nice job!" Soap said, looking at the both of you. 

Valeria happily kissed your neck, making you shake your head as she walked back to Alejandro and Rudy. You sat on the couch, crossing your legs as you leaned back. 

"I get I'm not gonna be able to use that pussy." The dealer spat from his chair, surrounded by the team. 

"Wahou. You drug dealers surely got a lot of Rizz. Do you actually get women like that?" You questioned sarcastically. 

"Fucking bitch!" He spat. 

"Mrs Bitch for you." You said, rolling your eyes. 

"Sorry to interrupt. But we have a few questions for you." Price said, face suddenly serious, bringing the man's attention towards him. 

"Perhaps you should go to your room." Valeria said, handing you the dealer's phone. 

You understood what it meant. Things you didn't really want to see were about to happen. 

"Alright… try not to be too noisy so the rest of the hotel doesn't get called." You said as you stood up. 

"Sure." Soap said. 

The boys were incredibly serious. It made you feel uneasy. Perhaps the gaze in Simon's eyes was the most terrifying of them all. You shivered, crossing his gaze as you walked to him. 

"Put on your headphones." He ordered. 

You swallowed, before nodding. He noticed but didn't say anything. You walked to the room, closing the curtain doors and immediately putting on your headphones. You'd work on the phone while they…  interrogated Tashy. 

A full hour later, you had found a whole interesting circle. Higher ups and higher ups. But the most interesting things were message from a certain 'snake' who had given Tashy a meet up point with what you suspected had been Echo. It's funny. How a little recording, in a bad condition was enough for you to track what is probably one of the biggest secret in Madripoor at the moment. A body appeared through the curtains. You smiled at the skull mask who walked to you. 

You took out your loud headphones, watching him sit on the bed..

"Anything?" He asked. 

"A few clues. Gonna need to look deeper into it. What about you?" 

"A few things. Waiting on a local team to pick him up. We'll report tomorrow." He explained. 

You were half listening. You were staring. A tiny, little, droplet of red on his mask was captivating your attention. 

"Tracker?" He called. 

You put your laptop aside, scooting closer. He stiffened, staring at you. You raised your hand. He immediately caught your wrist in a bruising grip. You winced. 

"I'm not… going to take it off!" You hissed. 

He slowly, unwillingly let go. You inched your hand closer, slightly touching the right cheek of the bone mask, whipping the droplet of blood with your thumb. 

You let your hand fall, watching the red stain on your skin. 

"Sorry." 

You looked up at him, as he looked down at your finger. 

"It's nothing." You said, getting up to walk to the bathroom, washing your hands. 

When you walked back, he hadn't moved from the bed. And he was still looking at you. 

"I'll be taking the couch with Soap." 

You frowned. 

"You can share the bed with me. That couch don't fit two of you." You said. 

"I'm not sharing the bed with you." 

"Fine. I'll ask Soap then." You smiled. He seemed to not really enjoy the idea. "What? Scared I'm going to stab him in his sleep like the villain I am?" You told him, frustrated. He remained silent, thinking. 

"We can share the bed." He finally said, standing and walking away to the other room. 

Had he taken you seriously? You felt actually annoyed now. Whatever. 

You had hopped into bed while they took care of the Trashy problem. Soap was staying on the couch for the night while you had managed to find another room in the hotel for the rest of the team. A last minute cancellation. 

Ghost walked in, looking up at you as you typed on your phone. He didn't say a word as he walked to the bathroom. A few minutes later he walked out, jogging and a tight t-shirt as pajamas. You tried not to stare going back to your phone. He slipped into bed, next to you, back turned to your body. You sighed, putting your phone on your night stand and sitting down the light before also turning your back at him, closing your eyes. 

The bed moved. You frowned. You opened your eyes, the heaviness of sleep weighing on you. You turned to look at your bed roomie. His breath was fast, cheats rising fast as his brows were furrowed. Was he… having a nightmare? 

You stood on your forearm, hand rising to touch his chest. It was a second. He was fast. The hand around your neck tightened bruisingly, cutting your airflow. You barely had time to panic as he stood over your body, eyes furious and lost in his panic. He was still lost in his dream. You could see it. Your hands grabbed his wrist, trying to make him let go, scratching the skin there. 

"S..Simon…" you whispered through the pressure against your neck. 

His eyes widened, immediately realizing his position and releasing his killing grip, hand falling next to you to brace himself instead. You closed your eyes, catching your breath. Was he… shaking? You opened them to fall into deep auburn ones, shock and worry filled his gaze. You took another deep breath, before smiling softly. He flinched slightly. You raised your hands, he flinched again. Cupping his cheeks through the simple balaclava you softly rubbed your thumbs over his cheeks, looking up at him with soft eyes. You wanted to calm him down. He closed his eyes, leaning into your touch ever so slightly. 

You let your hands travel to the back of his neck, applying a tiny bit of pressure. His eyes snapped open, confused. 

"Shh… trust me." You whispered again. 

In a slow, almost scared movement, he let you bring him down to your chest. You closed your eyes, relieved. One hand on his head, thumb caressing, another on his back softly scratching up and down through the shirt. His breath evened slowly. You knew that even like that, he was still in the haze of his nightmare, his brain probably fogged up. He would never have let you hold him like that otherwise. He would never have snaked his arms around you. Let himself turn to his side bringing you closer to him as he buried his face in your chest. You blushed. Heavily. Thank god the room was dark and Soap was sleeping. 

His hand sneaked under your shirt, feeling the skin of your back as you kept rubbing his back. He didn't move anymore. Didn't go further and didn't slip away. Time passed and you could feel his chest finally rising slowly at an even pace. You let out a deep breath, closing your eyes. He was glued to you. 

You remained with your eyes closed. It was… warm. His large hand on your back, skin to skin… was… comforting. You should probably scoot away from him. This wasn't… professional. But it was comfortable. And it made you feel… good. Safe. He moved slightly, intertwining his legs with yours, making it unable for you to move away. Well… that made up your mind. Perhaps. Just for tonight. It was ok. 

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