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hoe4hotchner · 3 months ago

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Unpaid Balance

Pairing: Debt collector!Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Words: 5k

Warnings: 18+, dark nature, the mob, Spencer is evil in a weirdly sexual way, hair yanking, maybe it counts a little as waterboarding reader's head is submerged in water for a second or two, fingering, kissing? Dom/sub dynamic, Sex is there but not described that well, Teasing, Hunter x prey dynamic, fear, fainting.

I think that's it but let me know if I missed something.

A/N: I'M BACK BITCHES!!!! I made myself so feral writing this, what the fuck. Also, Rossi makes an apperance :)

"You can't hide from me forever! There's nowhere to run." His voice echoed through the nearly empty warehouse, a chilling reminder of the footsteps that drew closer with every passing second. You regretted sneaking in here, realizing too late that hiding from him was the worst decision you could have made. His taunting voice carried a sinister edge, and you could almost picture the smirk tugging at his lips. All of this because you answered your phone this morning. You kicked yourself mentally for being so stupid, you knew better, but now wasn’t the time for that. You needed to find a way out of here.

It all started this morning. You knew time was running out. The stack of letters piling up in the mail painted a grim picture, one you desperately wished you could escape. The bank had sold your debt weeks ago to the most notorious collectors in the city, and how you'd managed to stay off their radar for this long was a mystery. But the moment your phone rang, dread settled in your stomach—you knew you’d messed up royally when you mindlessly answered the call.

"Ah, Miss (L/N), I'm glad to reach you finally." His voice was smooth, almost soothing, the kind of voice you could listen to for hours if the circumstances differed. But this wasn't a podcast, and Spencer Reid was far from a comforting presence. There was an unsettling familiarity in his tone, despite never having met him before. You knew exactly who he was and that was the problem.

"Well, If that's how you'd like to play-" You quickly cut off the call, knowing fully well that you were in deep trouble now. If only the bank had sold your files to anyone else, you would've been able to survive, but this was truly the worst outcome you could think of. Not even five minutes passed by before the buzzer rang. Panic surged through you, your heart racing faster than you thought possible. You felt sick, your vision blurring as his words echoed in your mind. It had to be him at the door.

With no time to waste, you bolted for the fire escape, scrambling down and out onto the street. You ran, pushing yourself to move faster, not daring to look back. But curiosity got the better of you. You glanced over your shoulder and there he was—Spencer, standing calmly at the end of the street, hands in his pockets, his black suit making him look even more imposing. He was too calm, given your desperate flight. He gave you a slight nod before getting into his car as if this were all just a game to him. Panic surged again, and you kept running, taking the first turn you saw, desperately trying to shake him off your tail.

Somehow the streets seemed empty, almost too empty, something was wrong and you knew it. Your steps echoed through the streets as you made your way further and further away from him, or so you hoped. Despite the sun brightly lighting up the sky, each step you took seemed to guide you further and further into darkness.

The sound of a car door slamming yanked your attention, and you knew instantly that Spencer was close. His disapproving tutting echoed down the street, a harsh reminder of your failed escape. Spinning around, you spotted his towering shadow cast ominously against the building at the next street corner. Without a second thought, you darted back the way you came, barely dodging an oncoming car. There was no time to heed the rules of the road—stopping could mean getting caught, and you weren't about to lose everything without a fight. Determination surged through you as you sprinted down the street, your heart pounding with every step.

Somehow, you found yourself in a narrow alley with no way out except to retrace your steps. Just when you thought you were done for, the sound of footsteps drew closer again. As if answering a desperate prayer, you spotted a tiny opening in the wall, partially obscured by wooden planks. It looked like a tight squeeze, but it was your only chance. You dashed toward the gap and threw yourself behind a dumpster, clawing your way through the narrow space. The rough edges of the broken planks scratched at your arms, sending stinging pain through your skin. You gave yourself a quick once-over, checking for any serious injuries, before realizing that you’d only traded one danger for another. You had squeezed into one of the abandoned warehouses near the docks, and now you were even more trapped.

You were far from home, no familiarity whatsoever in these corners of the city. The silence was loud, dripping water splattering onto the floor filled your ears as you scanned through the building to find a hiding spot. He couldn't be far away. You had a hunch that Spencer knew this city better than you, wondering just how many people had been in your situation before. How many people have experienced the sheer amount of fear that his voice shocked your system with?

Despite being nearly empty, there were still a few scattered remnants of activity: old wooden crates piled in one corner, a rusted metal shelving unit leaning precariously against a wall, and a cluster of large, dusty tarps draped over what looked like abandoned machinery.

Behind the crates, there was just enough space to squeeze into a narrow gap, shielded from view by the stacked boxes. The shelves, though unstable, provided a potential hiding spot if you were careful not to make a sound—one wrong move, and the whole thing could come crashing down over you. The tarps were the most tempting option, covering enough ground to allow you to slip beneath them and blend into the shadows they cast, but they blocked your vision. Each hiding spot had its risks, but they were your best chance to stay hidden in this desolate place.

You decided on the crates, quickly squeezing into the narrow gap behind them. The smell of dust and old wood filled your nostrils as you settled into the shadows, your heart pounding in your chest. You could just barely see through the slats in the crates, giving you a limited view of the warehouse floor.

Moments later, a figure appeared in the dim light of what must've been the main entrance to the building. He strolled in with a casual confidence that sent a chill down your spine, his silhouette tall and imposing. As he moved further into the warehouse, he began to whistle—a slow, haunting melody that echoed off the walls. The sound was unnervingly cheerful, completely at odds with the tension that crackled in the air.

"You can't hide from me forever! There's nowhere to run." His voice echoed through the nearly empty warehouse, a chilling reminder of the footsteps that drew closer with every passing second.

You held your breath, trying to stay as still as possible, peering through the slats to keep an eye on him. The melody continued like a twisted lullaby, it made your skin crawl. Spencer’s head swiveled slightly as if he was listening for any hint of movement, his pace unhurried as he drew closer to the crates.

Every instinct screamed at you to stay hidden, to remain perfectly still, but the fear gnawing at you was almost unbearable. Spencer’s whistling filled the empty space, making the warehouse seem even more desolate, even more inescapable.

Your muscles ached from staying so still, but you forced yourself to remain motionless, watching Spencer’s every move through the slats in the crates. His whistling continued, the eerie melody twisting in your mind. You tried to control your breathing, to keep it slow and quiet, but fear had a way of making even the smallest actions feel impossible.

Just as you shifted slightly to ease the tension in your legs, your foot brushed against a loose piece of wood. The small creak it made seemed deafening in the silence, and your heart skipped a beat as Spencer’s whistling abruptly stopped. The sudden quiet was more terrifying than the sound itself.

Spencer paused mid-step, his head tilting slightly as if he’d heard something. You could see his eyes narrowing, his focus sharp as he scanned the warehouse. You held your breath, praying he would dismiss the noise as just the old building settling. But instead, he started moving again, slower this time, his eyes sweeping the area around the crates.

Then, just as you thought he might pass by, Spencer suddenly changed direction, heading toward a spot where you couldn’t see him through the slats. Panic surged through you—if you couldn’t see him, you couldn’t anticipate his next move. You strained to hear, but the warehouse was filled with overpowering silence, your heartbeat thudding loudly in your ears.

You remained frozen, every nerve on edge, until suddenly you felt a hand seize a fistful of your hair. Pain shot through your scalp as your head was yanked back, forcing you to look up. There he was, his face inches from yours, his eyes dark and filled with a twisted amusement. The smirk you had dreaded seeing was there, curling at the corner of his lips as he stared down at you, triumphant.

“Found you,” he whispered, his voice low and menacing, sending a fresh wave of terror through your body.

Your breath hitched in your throat, panic flooding your senses, overwhelming every rational thought. The room began to spin, the edges of your vision blurring as the reality of your situation closed in on you. Spencer’s grip tightened, his smirk deepening as he watched the fear consume you.

Your heart pounded erratically, each beat growing fainter as a cold sweat broke out across your skin. The world around you faded, the warehouse and Spencer’s terrifying presence becoming distant, shadowy shapes. You could hear his voice, low and mocking, but it sounded far away as if submerged underwater.

Then, all at once, the fear became too much. Your body couldn’t take it anymore. Darkness crept in from the edges of your vision, and before you could register what was happening, your eyes rolled back, and everything went black.

“Guess it’s time for you to meet the boss,” he murmured, his words laced with cruel amusement as you started slipping. The last thing you felt was the cold, unforgiving floor as your body slumped forward, unconscious, completely at the mercy of the man who had hunted you down.

You were jolted awake by the sudden, shocking cold of your head being plunged into a bucket of water. Panic surged through you as you flailed, gasping for air when you were finally pulled out, only to be hoisted off the floor by two large men. Your body was weak, limbs heavy from fear and exhaustion, as they dragged you across the room. You blinked rapidly, trying to clear your vision, but the disorientation lingered.

When your eyes finally focused, you found yourself in a dimly lit office. The centerpiece of the room was a massive wooden desk, polished to a dark sheen. Behind it sat Rossi, the mob boss, lounging in a big leather chair that looked close to a throne. He was idly playing with the rings on his fingers, twisting them around as if deep in thought, though his cold eyes were fixed on you. His presence was commanding, exuding power with every casual movement. He leaned back, observing you with cold, calculating eyes.

Spencer was there too, standing behind the desk, his eyes not on Rossi but on you. He seemed relaxed, casually admiring the various knick-knacks that decorated the shelves behind the boss. But something was unsettling in the way his gaze kept drifting back to you, lingering a little too long. His dark eyes were filled with a growing hunger, a lust that made your skin crawl. As he licked his lips, you could feel his desire radiating off him in waves, and it made your stomach turn.

Rossi’s voice cut through the tension in the room, smooth and authoritative. He spoke about the debt you owed, laying out macabre options for repayment, each more horrifying than the last. His tone was casual, almost bored as if he were discussing mundane business rather than your fate. But despite his nonchalant demeanor, Rossi was not one to miss anything. He noticed the way Spencer's gaze was fixed on you, the way his lips curled in anticipation.

Without breaking his stride, Rossi’s sharp eyes flicked to the two henchmen holding you. “Take her away,” he ordered, his voice calm but commanding. “Lock her up in the back room.”

The henchmen didn’t hesitate, dragging you out of the office and down a dark corridor. Fear absorbed you as you realized what was coming next. As they pulled you further away, the last thing you heard was Rossi’s voice, low and authoritative, addressing Spencer.

“She’s all yours, boy.”

The words echoed in your mind as the door slammed shut behind you, leaving you alone in the cold, dimly lit room, with only the sound of your rough breathing to keep you company.

What felt like hours had passed since you were thrown into the dim, cold room. The only light came from a small, grimy window high up on the wall, barely large enough to squeeze through. Desperation gnawed at you as the reality of your situation set in. You couldn’t just sit here and wait for whatever plans Spencer had in store for you.

With renewed determination, you climbed onto the rickety table beneath the window and started pounding on the glass with your fists. The sound echoed in the small space, but the window refused to give. Frustration and fear fueled your efforts, each strike harder than the last until your hands ached and your hope began to weaken.

Then, just as you were about to strike again, a voice, smooth and taunting, cut through the silence. “You really think that’s going to work?”

You froze, your breath catching in your throat as you turned to see Spencer standing in the doorway. He leaned casually against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching you with that same unsettling, predatory gaze. His presence filled the room with an oppressive weight, and your heart sank as you realized how long he might have been standing there, silently observing.

Your eyes flicked to the open door behind him, Spencer instinctively followed your gaze, as you calculated the distance, wondering if you could make a run for it. But before you could move, Spencer’s lips curled into a knowing smirk.

“Don’t even think about it,” he said, his tone laced with dark amusement. “The guards are right outside. You wouldn’t get two steps before they'd drag you back.”

He stepped inside the room, locking the door behind him with a soft click that sent a shiver down your spine. The sound was final, cutting off any last hope of escape. Spencer’s eyes were fixed on you as he slowly closed the distance between you, each step deliberate, predatory.

When he was close enough, he reached out and grabbed your chin, forcing you to look up at him. His grip was firm, fingers digging into your skin just enough to make you flinch. His face was so close you could feel the warmth of his breath on your skin, and the power in his eyes was almost painful.

“You’re not going anywhere,” he whispered, his voice low and dangerous, as if savoring every word. His thumb brushed over your lower lip, a mockingly tender gesture that only made the situation more terrifying. “You belong to me now.”

Until now, your fear and the dim lighting through the streets had kept his features in shadow, but with him this close, every detail became starkly clear.

He was tall, standing over you with an imposing presence that seemed to fill the entire room. His brown eyes, sharp and intense, locked onto yours with an unsettling focus. There was a calculating glint in those eyes as if he was dissecting every aspect of your fear and desperation. His stubble was neatly groomed, giving him a rugged, but carefully maintained look. It was clear that he put thought into his appearance, despite the rough edge it conveyed.

His hair was curly, styled in a way that looked effortlessly messy but was clearly intended to appear that way. It was a deliberate disarray, a chaotic yet tidy arrangement that only added to his imposing aura. The overall effect was one of calculated carelessness—a style that spoke of someone who was both meticulous and unapologetically confident.

You found yourself unable to look away, forced to take in every detail of his face as he studied you with that predatory smirk. The harsh lines of his stubble, the casual sweep of his curls, the sharpness in his gaze—it all added up to a man who was in control, a man who was used to getting what he wanted. The realization of how meticulously he crafted his appearance only heightened your sense of dread. This was not just a random enforcer; he was someone who took pride in his role, someone who thrived on the power he held over others.

"I… I'm not scared of you." You stuttered, although your heart was racing. You tried to appear in control of the situation, yet you weren't.

He leaned in closer, his breath hot against your ear. “You know,” he murmured, his voice a low, teasing purr, “it’s not just about fear. There’s something else I can sense.”

You shivered at his words, the combination of his tone and the physical closeness making your pulse race. Spencer’s thumb brushed lightly over your lips, the touch surprisingly gentle yet filled with a predatory intent. He knew exactly how to push your buttons, to make you squirm without ever laying a hand on you.

His lips curled into a smirk as he continued, his voice a seductive whisper. “It’s almost like you’re enjoying the attention. Isn’t that interesting?”

Your face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and confusion, the intense gaze from his eyes only amplifying your discomfort. His teasing manner was almost more torturous than if he had been more overt. The way he spoke made it clear he was playing a game, one where your emotional reactions were the reward.

Spencer leaned back slightly, giving you a moment of peace before leaning in again, his face close enough that you could see the faintest hint of amusement in his eyes. “Don’t worry,” he said softly, almost sympathetically, “this is just the beginning. I’m not going to make this easy for you.”

He stepped back, still holding your chin firmly but allowing you some space. The smirk on his face was unmistakable—he was reveling in the control he had over you. The room seemed to close in as you were left to process his words, the heat in your cheeks a testament to the psychological game he was playing.

He leaned closer, his breath warm against your neck. “You’re so easy to read,” he whispered, his voice low and seductive. “I can see the way you react to every little touch, every word.”

His fingers traced a slow, deliberate path from your chin down to your collarbone, each movement designed to provoke. The sensation was both electric and maddening, his touch lingering just long enough to drive you wild. He seemed to take pleasure in your reactions, savoring the way you tensed and shivered under his touch.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked, his voice a tantalizing tease. The question was rhetorical, meant to deepen your sense of helplessness. His eyes remained locked on yours, studying every flicker of emotion that crossed your face.

Spencer’s touch moved to your shoulders, his fingers grazing the skin with a feathery lightness that was almost unbearable. He was so close that you could feel the heat from his body, a constant reminder of the command he held over you.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear as he continued to speak in that same low, seductive tone. “You’re not going to get any relief from me unless you let me see exactly what I want to see. Until then, I’ll just keep playing.”

Spencer’s smirk widened as he continued to test the boundaries of your resolve. His fingers, which had been exploring the more exposed areas of your skin, moved with deliberate intent. He leaned in closer, the heat of his breath mingling with the growing sense of vulnerability you felt.

His hand drifted lower, and you felt a jolt of anxiety as his fingers brushed against the waistband of your pants. The touch was teasing, a reminder of how completely he had taken control of the situation. His movements were slow and calculated, each brush against your skin designed to provoke a reaction.

You flinched as his hand inched past the waistband, the action crossing a boundary that made your heart race. Spencer’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he felt the fabric of your underwear beneath his fingertips, his touch both maddeningly faint and unsettlingly deliberate.

“Just a little closer,” he murmured, his voice dripping with dark amusement. “I want to see how much you can take.”

The sensation was overwhelming, creating a surge of conflicting emotions—fear, discomfort, and a desperate need for relief. Spencer seemed to revel in the control he had, his touch a constant reminder of how he could manipulate your reactions.

His hand lingered just enough to make you squirm, every brush of his fingers designed to heighten your sense of exposure. He maintained a close proximity, his face only inches from yours, ensuring that you were fully aware of his dominance.

As he continued his teasing exploration, his gaze never left yours, studying your reactions with a predatory focus. The psychological impact of his actions was evident in the way he played with your sense of control, leaving you trapped in a whirlwind of emotions and tension.

Without warning, he closed the distance between you, capturing your lips in a fierce, demanding kiss. His kiss was insistent, a claim that spoke of his control and authority. His lips moved over yours with a fierce hunger, as if he was trying to consume every part of you. The kiss was both intense and electrifying, a physical manifestation of the power he held over you.

You felt a mix of helplessness and intrigue as his kiss deepened, his dominance apparent in the way he controlled the pace and intensity. His hands roamed over your body with an assertive confidence, making it clear that he was in charge of this moment. The kiss left you breathless, your senses overwhelmed by the sheer force of his passion.

But as the kiss continued, something shifted in Spencer’s demeanor. His initial control and dominance seemed to give way to a more primal urgency. He pulled back abruptly, his breath ragged, eyes dark with a mix of frustration and desire.

In a sudden, almost desperate motion, Spencer seized you by the waist and threw you onto the bed behind him. The movement was rough, almost as if he couldn’t contain the intensity of his emotions any longer. You landed on the bed with a jolt, the impact leaving you momentarily stunned.

Spencer stood over you, his chest heaving, the earlier dominance in his gaze replaced by a raw, unrestrained desire. He looked down at you with a mixture of frustration and need, his body tense as he tried to regain control of the situation. The shift from controlled passion to uncontrollable urgency was palpable, leaving both of you in silence, the air thick with unspoken tension and the aftermath of the intense kiss.

He undressed with a practiced ease, his gaze never leaving you. The room was filled with a tense silence as he removed his shirt, then his belt, his movements methodical yet charged with an underlying urgency. His actions were slow and deliberate, each piece of clothing discarded adding to the intensity of the moment.

As he finished undressing, Spencer’s gaze remained locked on you, a mix of desire and dominance evident in his eyes. He approached the bed with a purposeful stride, his confidence unmistakable. The sight of him, now fully exposed and moving with a mix of control and raw desire, only heightened the tension in the room.

Spencer crawled onto the bed, his movements predatory and deliberate. He positioned himself above you, his body pressing down with a commanding presence. His touch was firm but carefully controlled as he began to undress you. His fingers moved with skilled ease, undoing buttons and slipping fabric from your body with a mix of precision and urgency.

Each movement was calculated to assert his dominance, his hands brushing over your skin with a mix of intent and intimacy. His eyes were focused, studying your reactions as he worked, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips as he took in the effect of his actions.

Despite the forcefulness of the moment, there was a clear sense of control in Spencer’s actions. He took his time, savoring the power he held over you, ensuring that every touch and movement was calculated to maintain his dominance.

“You look incredible,” Spencer murmured, his voice a low, sultry growl. His fingertips traced a deliberate path from your collarbone down to the edge of your waist. “Absolutely breathtaking.” He moaned.

“Spencer…” you began, your voice barely a whisper. “What are you—”

Before you could finish, Spencer silenced you with a fierce, demanding kiss. His lips moved against yours with a heated haste, his hands roaming over your body with a mixture of tenderness and assertiveness. His touch was electric, sending waves of sensation through you as he explored every curve.

When he pulled back, his gaze was intense, almost searching.

“Tell me what you want,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “I need to hear it.” Your heart pounded as you met his gaze, the vulnerability of the moment making it difficult to find the right words.

“I want… I want you,” you finally managed, your voice trembling with a mix of desire and fear. Tears threatened to fall from the mix of confusing emotions.

Spencer’s smirk widened, a satisfied glint in his eyes. “Good,” he said, his tone laced with satisfaction.

You responded to his touch, your body arching and shifting beneath him. The room seemed to vibrate with the intensity of your connection, each movement and kiss amplifying the sensation of being completely and utterly desired.

When Spencer finally eased himself into you, his movements were measured and deliberate. He looked down at you, his expression a mix of passion and concern. “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice low and filled with genuine care. You nodded slowly unable to form any words, your breath coming in quick, shallow gasps.

He began to move with a steady rhythm, each thrust deep and deliberate. His eyes never left yours, studying every flicker of emotion that crossed your face. “You feel incredible,” he said, his voice a husky whisper. “I’m never going to get tired of this.”

As the rhythm between you and Spencer grew more intense, the room seemed to pulse with the energy of your shared experience. Every touch, every kiss, and every movement was charged with a profound sense of connection and desire. The air was thick with anticipation, and the world outside felt like it had faded into a distant echo.

Spencer’s movements became more urgent, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he watched your every reaction. His hands gripped your body with a mix of tenderness and need, guiding you through the waves of pleasure that were building with each passing second.

“Look at me,” Spencer said, his voice a low, commanding whisper.

You locked eyes with him, the intensity of his gaze mirroring the intensity of your emotions. The pressure inside you grew, a rising tide of sensation that made it hard to focus on anything but the overwhelming pleasure. Your breaths came faster, each gasp and moan a testament to the climax that was building.

With a final, deep thrust, the release hit you like a tidal wave. The pleasure surged through you, a powerful crescendo that left you gasping and trembling. Your body arched in response, the intensity of the moment overwhelming your senses. Spencer’s grip tightened as he held you close, his own release following closely behind.

“Are you okay?” Spencer asked, his voice soft as he pulled you into his embrace. You nodded.

As the room settled into a quieter, more intimate atmosphere, Spencer's intense gaze remained fixed on you. His breathing was heavy, but his demeanor shifted slightly, a subtle return to the commanding presence he had exhibited earlier.

He pulled back slightly, his eyes still smoldering with a mix of satisfaction and dominance. “Good,” he said, his voice a low, throaty rumble. “I’m glad you enjoyed that.”

You looked up at him, your breaths coming in soft, shaky gasps. The intensity of the moment was still fresh in your mind, but Spencer’s words brought a new layer of complexity to the encounter. His smirk held a touch of the predatory edge that had marked his earlier actions.

“Because,” Spencer continued, his voice taking on a more authoritative tone, “you still have a lot of debt to pay.”

His words hung in the air, their impact as sharp as the bite of his earlier touches. The shift in his tone was stark, the reminder of your precarious situation a jarring contrast to the intimacy you had just shared. It was clear that, despite the physical and emotional connection between you, the underlying reality of your debt and his control over you was never far from his mind.

“You think this is over?” he asked with a chuckle, his eyes narrowing slightly as he studied your reaction. “This was just part one of the payment. You owe more than that.”

The reality of his words hit you with a mix of dread and resignation. The pleasure you had experienced seemed to clash with the reminder of your situation. Spencer’s dominance was evident not only in his actions but in the way he asserted his control over your circumstances once again.

He leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear. “I’m going to make sure you understand exactly what it means to be in debt to me,” he whispered. “This is just the beginning.”

Thumbs up to you for making it this far ;)

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mythmash · 4 months ago

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Bouncer!Sukuna AU

Bouncer!Sukuna x Stripper/Dancer!Reader. Warnings: MDNI 18+, bullet point fic, uncle!sukuna, violence, blood, nudity, vague mafia mention, kinda toxic relationship, sukuna is a walking red flag, unfortunately reader wears rose-colored glasses A/N: this is a collaborative work made with the amazing @pastelbunnelby and @pastelpixies & dedicated to @chaoskrakenuwu Series Masterlist | Next

Sukuna, fresh out of prison, working as a bouncer/security for some sleazy-might-be-run-by-the-mob strip-club

No one knows what he was in for, and he sure as fuck doesn't tell anyone about it, but he's big and he's mean so he quickly builds a reputation of do NOT fuck with this person

The club owner loves him because Sukuna can and will fuck someone up and everyone is scared of him, including the dancers

There's significantly less bullshit happening at the club and the owner doesn't have to worry about Sukuna hooking up with the "merchandise"

Enter: you

You're pretty, friendly, and a great dancer who makes it a point to say hi and offer snacks and drinks to the big, scary bouncer that no one else will go near

The rumors about him don't bother you cause you're working at a seedy, back-alley strip-club?? Of course the bouncer has probably done time??

Sukuna doesn't care about you all that much when you first meet

He tries to scare you away but you keep. coming. back. so he thinks fuck it, it's been a while so he might as well have some fun

He teases you, watches you dance, touches you sometimes

You blow him kisses on stage and wink at him when you're taking someone in the back for a private dance

At some point, one of your clients gets too handsy, you're trying to get away, but he won't let and you get hurt

You scream and here comes the bouncer from the top rope!!!

Sukuna is there in seconds, beating this man to a pulp while the other dancers are trying to pull you away to the dressing room

He doesn't stop until the man is nearly unrecognizable, looking back to find the other dancers cowering and he fully expects to see you doing the same

But you're not?

You're shocked and concerned obviously, but he wipes his mouth and smears blood across his lips and you're so incredibly turned on

To everyone's surprise, including your own, you're reaching out to run your thumb over his bloody lips

He's staring at you and you're staring at him and the club owner is yelling at you two to get the hell out while he takes care of this mess

Sukuna's got an arm around your waist almost dragging you outside with the promise of taking you back to his place while you’re licking a trail down the side of his neck

You barely make it to his surprisingly nice? car before he's tossing you in the backseat and having his way with you

You spend the next day lounging naked around his surprisingly nice? apartment

When you're both allowed back at the club without the owner getting pissed off at seeing Sukuna, he drives you and walks you in and the other dancers are asking about what happened? Are you two together? Is the dick good? Are the rumors about him true?

And you don't answer because you don't really know

You and Sukuna never talk about what your relationship is, but you're at his place most of the time, and he’s always around you at the club being touchy and not letting anyone near you, and you’re getting fucked within an inch of your life almost every night so you’re not complaining

After a few months, you get reprimanded by the club owner because you stop getting asked for private dances since Sukuna scares the fuck out of anyone who goes near you

You complain to Sukuna about it, and he does not give a single fuck - no one else is touching you and you have to deal with it

You go to bed without letting him touch you just to piss him off and avoid him during your next shift

You don't see him much, but you're told someone's requested a private dance from you specifically, so you take it partially because you have to, but also to spite him

It's been a while so you're prepared to put👏🏼on👏🏼a👏🏼show👏🏼 until you go into the room and find your stubborn asshole of a maybe-boyfriend lounging back with his legs spread wide and that shit-eating smirk on his face

You almost leave, but decide it would be better to give him the performance of the century instead

He goes to put his hands on your hips and nope! you bat his hands away because he knows the rules - he's allowed to look but not touch

You don't get very far into the dance before he gets frustrated and pinning you and fucking you up against the door

It becomes a routine after that

Sukuna gets one (1) private dance from you every shift, you spend an extra hour-ish fucking in the room, and somehow the owner doesn't complain

You ask about it eventually cause why is the owner cool with you giving dances to your boyfriend(?) for free everyday?

Sukuna is ??? The fuck are you talking about??? He's paying for every dance??? Plus tip???

You're flabbergasted. Absolutely befuddled. Because why is he paying??? We have lap dances at home???

He gets offended because are you implying he's so cheap he can’t even pay his girl to dance for him (even though that’s not your point)

That’s when you discover that your sleazy strip-club really is a front from some nefarious dealings, and Sukuna not only gets paid under the table, he gets paid well

You're stupefied, but also a little turned on because he called you his girl!!! That's the first time that's happened and oops! now you're on your knees and his hand is in your hair ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

You meet his family by accident when you run into his brother and little nephew while grocery shopping

You're looking for ingredients to make hangover meals when a little pink-haired boy shrieks and latches on to Sukuna's legs rambling about look dad!! it's his cool uncle with all the marker on him!!!

Jin is a little sheepish, but invites you both over for dinner while Sukuna peels Yuji off of him

It takes a week and lots of sex to convince Sukuna to go and another week of the same to convince him not to just show up, say hi, and leave

Dinner is okay. You meet Jin's unsettling wife and his grumpy father. Yuji is absolutely obsessed with you and you are with him because he's a mini you, Sukuna!!! How cute!!!

Jin and Wasuke make a few snide remarks about Sukuna and Sukuna wastes no time firing back

It's tense and leads to a blow up argument where you're warned to stay away from Sukuna for your own safety as Sukuna's pulling you out of the house

There's a tense car ride and, after a lot of questioning about why you wouldn't be safe with him, an even more tense talk at home where you learn about why Sukuna went to prison

Drug possession, resisting arrest, assault of an officer barely scratches the surface

There's some breaking and entering, grand theft auto, and a dash of mass property damage in there and that's only because there wasn't enough evidence to prove he committed the various murder charges aimed at him

Apparently he has a great fucking lawyer because he only did a few years before being let out early on "good behavior"

He used to babysit Yuji (which he says wasn’t completely annoying) but now everyone acts like he’s gonna snap the kid’s neck or something

If there was any neck he was gonna snap, it would be Jin’s or the "old bastard’s"

You know you should be worried - you should definitely leave - but he tells you about the people he killed and they weren't innocent or good people so what do you really have to be worried about?

Yeah, he's kinda possessive, but he treats you well (in his own asshole-ish way) and the sex is mind-blowing

It's not rational or reasonable in any way with red flags slapping you in the face, but...you really like him...

So, you stay.

And you really hope you won't come to regret that decision.

#sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna x reader #sukuna ryomen x reader #sukuna ryoumen x reader #ryoumen sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna #sukuna ryomen #ryoumen sukuna #sukuna ryoumen smut #jjk sukuna #bouncer!sukuna #jjk fics

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mattslolita · 8 months ago

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psycho killer - c. sturniolo ( 003. )

in which ... a killer is terrorizing the town of boston and charmaine soon realizes she's the final girl in his twisted game.

ghostface!chris x black!fem oc

warnings ; blood , gore , death , eventual smut , angst , ghostface!chris , final girl! oc

"𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒎𝒆, 𝒊'𝒎 𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒓𝒆!"

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰

news reporters and police officers swarmed the entrance to somerville high school — even with madison riding next to her in officer levine's police car, charmaine still wished she would be swallowed whole by the earth. there was no way she could stand all that.

madison bit her lip as she drummed her fingers along the door, and charmaine could see the girl visibly shaking. she looked up and saw officer levine give both girls a sympathetic smile. "i know it's gonna be difficult for you girls, but you'll be safer here at school."

"yeah, unless we get accused for murder," madison scoffed quietly, glancing over at charmaine, "honestly, there's no way people aren't gonna mob us."

"they've got me on speed dial in case someone does," officer levine reassured the girls. charmaine looked up then, a tired half smile on her face.

"thanks, officer," the older girl mumbled, turning to look at madison, "let's just get this over with, okay?"

madison nodded hesitantly, and both girls hurriedly stepped outside the police the car — no sooner than a minute later just after madison linked her arm with charmaine's the two girls got overran by all the reporters.

"what was the attack like?"

"who attacked you? do you know who it was?"

"did one of you kill morgan maldonado?"

"did you team up to kill her?"

charmaine felt her blood boil at the comment — she was about to lash out right then and there, let every report there have it. but then she saw her friend group hurrying to approach the two girls, causing her nerves to slow just slightly.

charmaine felt her breathing begin to shallow as chris, matt, nick, and alahna all came up to the two girls. noticing her panic, chris was quick to whisk the girl to the side so she could calm herself down. "char, i need you to breathe for me."

looking up at chris, charmaine felt herself slowly beginning to calm as his azure eyes looked into hers worriedly. he steadied her with both his hands on her waist. when charmaine looked past chris though, she could see the eyes of almost all the student body on her. and she began to feel even worse when she saw they were also looking at madison — tears brimmed her eyes.

"hey, it's okay," chris whispered to the girl, pulling her into a hug, holding her close, "i'm so glad you're okay."

"i'm glad madi's okay," charmaine mumbled into chris's shoulder, letting out a breath, "i can't believe morgan's gone."

charmaine pulled away from chris, wiping away at the tears that escaped her eyes. "how're you feeling? i'm so sorry morgan's gone..."

chris's eyes went downcast and her took a grim expression, and the brunette boy shook his head, running a hand through his hair. "me either. we were supposed to go to prom together and everything..."

charmaine's heart ached for her best friend — although she was in love with chris, she knew that morgan made him so happy. she was their number one supporter, and she would always be the one who'd try and resolve it whenever they got into a fight. charmaine was so sad that now she wouldn't get to see them grow together — even if she did wish it was her chris could've grown with.

"oh char," alahna said, coming up towards charmaine and pulling her into a big hug, "i'm so glad you're safe, baby."

"yeah, me too i guess," charmaine said, hugging alahna back tightly, "i'm just glad you weren't there."

"hey, it's my turn now!" nick said, motioning for alahna to let go, causing the curtis girl to roll her eyes and step aside as nick moved to hug her, "i'm so sorry, char."

"it's okay, nick," charmaine said, smiling softly.

"and now everyone's gonna be looking at us like we're criminals," madison scoffed, shaking her head and looking around.

and of course, everyone was staring at the two girls — the whispers weren't so subtle, and charmaine wished she could punch the shit out of everyone. but she knew that wasn't gonna change anything.

"hey, we know you two are innocent," matt said with a frown, rubbing madison's back comfortingly, "especially you madi, you couldn't hurt a fly."

"truth, i've had to kill plenty of bugs for her whenever we hang out," nick added, causing madison to roll her eyes playfully and hit nick's chest.

"we've been best friends for too long for me to ever think any different of you, charm," alahna said, smiling at charmaine softly.

"well, i'm glad you believe me, lans," charmaine smiled weakly, letting out a sigh, "i just wish everyone else could've been there to know the truth."

as the triplets and alahna attempted to comfort the girls, charmaine couldn't help but notice that chris hadn't left her side once — it was like he was rooted in his spot there, and charmaine could feel the butterflies in her stomach at the thought; even though madison was his best friend too, it was like chris was mostly worried about charmaine.

"listen, the bell's about to ring," chris suddenly whispered to charmaine, "you wanna head to class?"

taken aback by the sudden action, charmaine's cheeks warmed and she nodded. "yeah, i guess so. i'll see you guys later."

"yeah, see you later, char," matt said softly, pulling his best friend into a side hug. "just text any of us if you need someone to skip with you, okay?"

"yeah," charmaine said, giving matt a small smile, "thanks matt."

the second oldest triplet smiled at the girl, as chris and her began walking away from the group. charmaine hoped either nick or matt would walk madison to class, being that alahna and madison aren't as close yet, and she didn't want there to be tension between them. charmaine met alahna and the triplets before she met madison, so naturally she was closer to alahna — but she loved both the girls the same regardless, and she hoped they could get along with each other.

the walk to their class started off silent, until charmaine caught chris sneaking glances at her. "okay, what is it, chris?"

chris sighed, fully turning to charmaine, both of them having stopped in the hallway. chris ran a hand through his hair again. "i'm just really sorry i couldn't be there for you, chari."

charmaine caught herself smiling at the use of the nickname — whilst everyone else either called her char or even charm, only chris had ever called her chari, which was the combination of her first and middle name. it made her feel special in a way, especially since he never had any nicknames like that for morgan.

"it's better you weren't there, actually," charmaine laughed humorlessly, "otherwise that's another friend i would've lost."

"oh, so are you saying i can't protect you?" chris joked with a grin, causing charmaine to roll her eyes playfully, "i'm a lacrosse player, i could easily beat his ass."

charmaine laughed. "mhm, playing lacrosse doesn't make you strong, chris!"

both teens laughed before a serious expression took over chris's face, and he folded his arms across his chest, looking down at charmaine — she raised an eyebrow at him as he narrowed his eyes at her slightly. "you do know i'm always gonna be there, right charmaine?"

charmaine should not be finding what chris is doing attractive, but she does — after all, morgan's not here anymore. wow, she was so horrible for even thinking something like that. she was a horrible friend.

"yeah, i know, chris," charmaine answered slowly, glancing up at him, unable to maintain the eye contact.

"okay."

as the two teens continued walking with each other, charmaine couldn't stop pondering on their moment they shared just now — of course, it was only something between really close friends. there was nothing more that lingered there, and charmaine needed to remind herself of that.

when they reached charmaine's first class, she sighed and stopped at the door, turning to face chris. he looked down at her with a small grin, causing charmaine to roll her eyes. "i'll see you later, chris."

pulling the boy into one last hug for the time being, she hurriedly walked into her first class of the day. all the while, with his arms crossed over his chest and leaning against the door frame, chris had watched the girl's every movement, never taking his eyes off of her. charmaine sat down in her seat and set her bag beside her, and she ran a hand through her hair just then. chris's jaw ticked at the looks she received, and he knew that she'd probably need to get away from them all soon — charmaine looked towards the door and saw chris still there; when she gave him a reassuring smile, is when he finally decided to walk away from where he was head to his own classroom.

💌 lil

i'm giggling i love overprotective chris🤭 a little bit jealous chris in the next part😏

@luverboychris @muwapsturniolo @eyeliketoeatpoosay @mattsturniolosleftnut @mrssturnioloo @mattsivy @guccifrog @prettiest-poision @e1ias3 @breeloveschris @summerssover @l0akkzz

#sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo x you #chris sturniolo smut #matthew sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo #chris x reader #chris sturniolo imagine #christoper sturniolo #christopher sturniolo x reader #the sturniolo triplets #the sturniolos #sturniolo triplets smut #sturniolo triplets imagine

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gaysindistress · 1 year ago

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When Night Comes - one

Summary: Who would win in a staring contest? New York’s resident mob boss and master of the side eye Bucky Barnes or the daycare teacher who really wants to go home and smoke?

pairing: Mob!Bucky Barnes x reader

warnings: mob!Bucky because he is his own warning, probs only cursing this chapter

word count: 2.1K

masterlist

disclaimer: credits to original creator/poster of image/gif. found on Google/Pinterest

“Hey I need your help out front,” Jessica wearily asks as she pops her head into the classroom door. The other woman who’s sitting on the jungle carpet with the kids nods her head and stands up, kids clinging to her arm as she does so.

“What’s up?” she asks, shaking off the monkey children, “I need you guys to go sit on the carpet. I need to talk to Ms. Jessica.”

The kids run back to the group before Jessica explains, “There’s a man here to pick up Wyatt but I don’t recognize him and he’s not showing any ID. I figured with who his parents are, you might want to check it out.”

“Bruh you’ve got to be kidding me. Get a picture of him and his car and don’t let any of the kids out of the room until I come back. I’m getting real sick of this shit,” the mental exhaustion of running a daycare, let alone one with high-profile clients, rips her apart most days.

Another kid comes running up to the two women, complaining about how annoying her brother is being, “Ms. Jessica, Ms. Sunny, Mason won’t leave me alone. He keeps pinching me.”

Jessica takes over the situation and leads the little girl back towards the carpet, asking her what she did to try and stop him while the other woman, Ms. Sunny, leaves to handle the rather broody-looking man at the school’s front doors. His jaw is locked in a permanently clenched state, no doubt causing tension but also creating a killer resting bitch face. He’s looking down at his phone and doesn’t notice that she’s in the lobby with him until she clears her throat.

“I’m here for Wyatt,” he fumbles to put his phone away when he looks up at her.

“Can I see your ID please?” she asks, coming to stand in between him and the hallway leading toward the classroom.

“No.”

She flashes a very fake smile and crosses her arms over her chest, “Unfortunately it’s our policy; I can’t release a child into someone’s care unless I know who they are or I see their ID to confirm they’re on the approved adult list. So if I can’t see your ID then I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”

“Just call Steve,” his jaw twitches as his frustration grows.

“I can once I see your ID.”

“You don’t need to see my ID. Just call Steve and bring out Wyatt.”

She scratches at the corner of her eye in annoyance, “I’m about 30 seconds from calling the police on you for attempted kidnapping. You may either leave or show me your ID, it’s really not that hard.”

When he puts his hands on his hips, metal flashes from under his coat in an attempt to scare her into submission but all she does is let out a breathy laugh at the lame attempt. This only frustrates him even more and he digs into his pocket to retrieve his phone to make a call while giving her the staredown. Being an unbothered queen, she flashes him another sarcastic smile when he gives her a particularly nasty look. The kids are going wild in the classroom, screams and laughter echoing through the hallway and into the lobby. Another man gets out of the SUV the first man no doubt arrived in and raps harshly on the school’s glass door. A black hoodie peaks out from under the leather jacket he’s wearing, giving him a softer look than the other man who’s in a full suit. If she didn’t know better, she would’ve assumed that he was the lackey and the first man is the boss but she does and resists rolling her eyes when she pushes open the door for him.

“Thank you, Doll,” his honey voice coats her ears as he slides past her, “What seems to be the problem?”

“This asshole here wouldn’t let me see his ID and was being rude, demanding that I just bring out Wyatt,” she’s dropped the kind daycare teacher act at this point and falls back into her normal personality and word bank.

“Is that true, Scott?” the honey-voiced man asks Scott, turning his head to look at him.

“Maybe if she wasn’t being such a bit…”

He cut him off with a stern look, “I’m going to stop you right there. We don’t call women names even if they are true. Now apologize to her and go to the car.”

Scott mumbles a very curt and snarky apology to her and shoves the door open, storming off like a child. She lets out a deep sigh, watching him leave before looking at the other man whose eyes haven’t left her, “I still need to see your ID.”

“Of course,” he pulls his wallet from his back pocket and flips it open to hand her the card.

She glances over it and hands it back, “Thank you, Mr. Barnes. Wyatt will be right out and next time you come to pick him up, please come in yourself or have the Rogers add the asshat to the list. I really don’t enjoy arguing with a man-child when I have a classroom full of better-behaved kids.”

Mr. Barnes chuckles and nods to show he’s in agreement, “Scott could use a lesson or two in manners. I’ll make sure he won’t bother you again.”

Wyatt comes bounding out of the classroom, backpack hanging off one shoulder and half-finished coloring pages fisted in his hands. He breaks into a sprint when he spots his uncle crouching down with arms wide open and nearly tackles him to the ground.

“Uncle Bucky!” he shouts when he jumps into Bucky’s arms.

“Hey buddy, how was your day?”

“Look at what I made,” Wyatt shoves the coloring pages into Bucky’s face with excitement, “Ms. Sunny helped me.”

Bucky’s eyes rake up her form before making intense eye contact with her, a small smirk on his plump lips, “Is that so? Why don’t you say goodbye to Ms. Sunny?”

Wyatt launches himself at her legs, rapidly saying his goodbyes. She smiles down at him, “Have a good night, home slice. We’ll see you tomorrow morning.”

He runs back to his uncle and takes his hand as Bucky pushes the door open to leave. He pauses and sends Wyatt to the car so he can get one last word in with the daycare teacher.

“I really am sorry for the confusion earlier. Let me make it up to you.”

“Yeah come in yourself next time,” she scoffs, spinning to go back to the classroom.

“How about dinner?” he calls after her, freezing her just before she gets to the room.

“Are you seriously asking me out?”

He shrugs his shoulders, a smirk growing even wider, “Are you saying yes?”

She doesn’t give him the satisfaction of answering and disappears into the classroom, leaving him chuckling to himself. It’s not the first time they’ve met, having seen each other in passing when he picks up Wyatt but this is certainly the first time he’s actually talked to her. She’s not surprised that he decided to flirt with her; he is, after all, the king of New York and known as the Flirt of Brooklyn. Even though the kids call her Ms. Sunny, she’s a far cry from her nickname and is unamused by his behavior. He’s going to have to try harder than that to get under her skin or take her out.

Jessica quickly gets up from the teacher’s desk when Sunny comes back in, “Everything go okay?”

“Yeah, yeah,” she waves Jessica off, “It ended up being Wyatt’s uncle who sent in his bodyguard. I told him that he needed to come in himself like he had been doing so hopefully I won’t have to call Mom and Dad. You know how Mr. Rogers gets when we call him.”

“Oh yeah, I wouldn’t get them involved unless it again,” Jessica agrees but her face lights up at the mention of the uncle, “Oh my god it was Bucky Barnes?”

This time she can’t stop her eyes from rolling on their own, “Yes it was. Jesus, what is it with you and every other woman who works here?”

“Um did you even look at him? He’s like super hot and rich, who wouldn't want a piece of that ass?”

“Ok language, we have little ears,” Sunny whispers to her over-excited coworker, “Also he’s a criminal so there’s that.”

“Which makes him even hotter. You’re telling me that you didn’t feel something down there?”

“Jessica!” The woman smiles devilishly at her, awaiting her answer.

“No, and the whole bad boy thing is the worst trope I’ve ever heard of.”

“I’ll bet you anything that after one more interaction with him and you’ll be gossiping right along with us,” Jessica winks at her as she waltzes away to go help one of the kids with their project.

“Oh Sunny,” Jessica’s sing-song voice calls out as she walks down the hallway to the classroom. From her spot at the teacher’s desk, she can hear just how excited Jessica is by how she’s practically running down the hallway. She bursts into the room, two drinks in hand and various bags hanging off her arms.

“I come bearing gifts,” she puts the drinks on the desk whilst dropping her bags to the ground, “A chai with almond milk and cinnamon. Also, I have a favor to ask of you.”

Sunny takes the boiling chai into her cold hands and sighs at the warmth it brings as she listens to the favor, “Thank you, my dear. I’m all ears.”

“So,” she begins, shoving off her leather jacket, “my friend is having a kickback this weekend and I need you to come with me.”

“Why?”

“Because I want you to be there.”

Leaning back in the creaky chair, Sunny gives her a disapproving look, “Hm you said need.”

“Can’t it both?” Jessica’s black hair falls forward over her shoulders as she moves to rest her arms on the desk, “Either way I would really really appreciate it if you came with me.”

“You still haven’t told me why.”

“The guy I've been talking to on and off for like months now is going to be there and I could really use a wing woman.”

“Girl, what do you need a wing woman for?”

Jessica scoffs, dramatically spinning away, “He’s so fucking dry over text but in person, he’s like a totally different person. I need someone to flirt with him a little and see if he’s really just that way or if he’s just not interested in me.”

Sunny mulls over the thought, sipping away at the devilishly hot coffee in her hands. Going to a kickback would be fun but flirting with people, let alone talking to people isn’t something that she enjoys or wants to do on her time off.

“What do I get out of it?”

Flashing the best smile she can, Jessica pleads with her, “A lifelong friendship. Please please please come with me.”

“How big is this kickback going to be?”

“Like 50 people tops.”

Her jaw drops in shock, “50? As in five zero?”

“Yes,” Jessica says sheepishly, dropping herself onto a tiny table meant for their kids.

“That’s not a kickback. That’s a whole ass house party. Kickbacks are maybe 10 people, not five times that.”

“I promise it’ll be so low-key that you won’t even notice. I’ll pay for the Uber, drinks, whatever, just come with me please.”

“ You do realize how inappropriate it is for a director to hang out with a teacher let alone go to a house party, right?” Sunny asks, setting her coffee down and checking the time to make sure they have enough time to hash out the details before the kids arrive.

“No one will find out. Your bosses don’t even check on us that often. I highly doubt they’re going to find out you went to a friend’s house for some drinks.”

“You underestimate their ability to royally fuck me over,” her alarm goes off to let her know that it’s 7 am and parents are about to start showing up, “I’ll go BUT you’re paying for everything and I reserve the right to leave whenever I want and you have to come with me.”

“Oh my god! Yes yes yes thank you so much, Sunny you’re a lifesaver,” Jessica jumps up in glee and throws her arms around Sunny who had gotten up to open the school doors, “We’re going to have so much fun!

#bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes #mob au #mob!bucky #mob!bucky barnes imagine #mob!bucky barnes x reader #mob!bucky barnes and reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #when night comes - bucky barnes #vampire!bucky #vampire bucky barnes #vampire!bucky x reader #vampire au

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gabessquishytum · 1 year ago

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Dream is mob wife to 2nd son Alex Burgess - it was a political marriage to "unite" the families.

It's not just that old man Burgess doesn't respect Alex, so he runs nothing of importance, it's also, that Alex is a dumb-ass. Dream could run things better than Alex, and Dream doesn't even care. The biggest problem is that Alex's stupidity and lack of understanding about the business is going to get Dream killed along with him! Worse, Dream doesn't have a good path to extract himself from the mess.

Then he meets Hob Gadling and Hob has ideas and a plan to unseat old man Burgess as king of the city. Best of all, Hob is willing to make Dream as large a part of the plan as he is willing to claim - Hob sees Dream, and knows that he's more than a pretty face! Dream is dangerous too.

Hob's plan is good and the cover that they are using - that Hob and Dream are (just) lovers is an acceptable smoke screen - everyone "knows" Alex is ill-suited to keep his wife in line and someone as fine as Dream definitely needs to be taken care of by someone who can f*uck.

Well, it certainly helps sell the bit that Hob can actually f*uck, and is blowing Dream's back out on the regular.

Oh yeah this is FUN!!

As Dream’s lover, Hob gets access to Dream and Alex's home, which is crucial. Burgess doesn't give Alex many responsibilities but he DOES frequently have Alex clean up the inevitable messes that come with running the underground. And guess what? These "messes" contain a wealth of evidence about Burgess and his secrets. All the weak links in his empire, all the alliances that are on shaky ground? It's all practically spelled out in the paperwork in Alex's office.

And when Alex himself walks in to find those papers all over the place, scattered (and some of them missing), he doesn't suspect anything. Because there's Dream, sitting on the desk and shamelessly nude, with Hob Gadling grinning in between his thighs. It's a lovers tryst, and Alex quickly stumbles right out of the room. The indignity of seeing his wife being pleasured by another man is too much to bear. So he never even notices the missing documents.

Dream is able to collect further information and pass it on to Hob. Recordings of conversations overheard, screenshots of emails, it all helps. To keep up the facade of their affair, they meet often and get steamy in the back of Hob’s luxurious car. Dream even goes so far as to invite Hob to a family party when Alex is too sick to attend. Hob gets right in under Burgess's nose, gets the blueprint of his house, and is able to finalise his plan.

A few months later, Burgess senior is dead (mysterious circumstances, nothing was ever proved), and Hob has made his move in to replace him. With Dream (who technically represents the Burgess family and carries the name) at his side, no one stops him. Alex disappears with the gardener after signing the divorce papers. If he's got any sense, he won't come back.

Everyone knows that it's really Dream who runs the city, but he does it so damned well, who's going to stop him? Hob worships the ground he walks on. And when they marry its as equal partners. Hob still blows Dream’s back out, though. That's the one time when Dream allows himself to be ruled.

#the sandman #dreamling #nsft

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bruciemilf · 2 years ago

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re: the jaime/jason thing

Paco would love Jason so much either that or he'd absolutely hate him and be suspicious from the beginning. either one. Brenda, i think, would like Jason well enough, but I think she'd get along better with Jason's siblings than Jason himself (im thinking Duke, Tim, or Cass). Traci, Jaime's ex, would want Jaime to be happy, even if thats not with her.

Bianca Reyes would adore Jason, and would try at every opportunity to feed him "proper" food. No shade to Alfred, but he's a rich person butler, not quite in tune with the normal folks. When Jason visits, he'll try to help out in the kitchen, and learn her recipes with her, but she'll try (to no avail) to kick him out because he is a guest. He'll end up helping out anyway, but Jaime will just sit at the counter and watch, a stupid smile on his face, which is good because it means Jaime won't mess anything up (unless asked to help with something) but also shows Bianca how much he really does love Jason.

Alberto Reyes would be a little more wary of Jason, since there are mob problems in El Paso that are decently prevalent in Jaime's original solo run and Alberto got caught in the middle of them, which led to his leg injury that causes him to need a cane. However, Jason is good at working on cars, and Alberto owns an auto shop, and the more Jason is around and wants to help out in the shop, the more invested Jaime gets in helping his father out with the business. And anyone who is that good at working on a car and makes his son happy is alright in Alberto's book. It helps that should Jaime get into any trouble, Jason (and the rest of the Red Hood gang) would be there to help.

Milagro likes Jason. He's like the big brother she never had.... Milagro also canonically likes Guy Gardner so i think that bodes well for her vibing with Jason. Jason also totally bribed her into liking him faster with some homemade cookies and a cool knife that she's not supposed to let her parents or Jaime see.

(sorry this was a really long ask! i just know ive seen stuff about jaime interacting with the wayne family but not jason interacting with jaimes family, who i love very much)

PLS! I'm familiar with Jaime's family from the trailer alone, but the ' they don't get out much' tells me everything I need to know.

Jason watches these people be so tight knit and open and playful and he's like WHATS THE FUCKING PROTOCOL?

The Waynes are clawing and fighting their way towards something just like this, of course, but they've never wanted something softly.

Honestly, I love that Jaime's dad (i think) called Batman a fascist? Which just makes me smile, because Brenda DEMANDS Jason brings his family over for a house warming dinner (Jason might have bought them a house...Maybe)

Imagine Jason squeezing Jaime's hand to keep from laughing as Alberto goes on a SCATHING RANT abt batman, arm around Bruce's shoulder as they're having drinks (Tequila for him and apple juice for Bruce)

Also, I love to imagine Paco saw 6'5 Jason standing next to his very much not 6'5 best friend, and the first thing he did was send jaime the hamster eating a banana meme

#dc #dc comics #jason todd #jaime reyes #redbeetle #jayrey #jaime x jason #jason x jaime #blue beetle #red hood #text

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wicked-jade · 8 hours ago

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oOOhhh Lyle/Johnny "Roadhouse blues" please!

For this prompt.

Okay, this one took me a hot minute, but I think I've finally got it...

Lyle/Johnny, Mafia AU. But also a roadtrip/buddy comedy. Inspired by Lyle's line in 5x4, "You think I ever wanted to work in a pawnshop, let alone own three?"

Roadhouse Blues, AKA, the one where Lyle is not actually Lyle, but Luca DiVincenzo, the heir to a once-powerful Chicago crime family. When dire circumstances force him to flip and turn state's evidence against the Outfit, he suddenly finds himself in sunny California with a shiny new identity, as part of the Witness Protection program.

It certainly wasn't the life he'd envisioned for himself, but it was... fine. For what it was. He wasn't the the crown prince of the Chicago Mob anymore, but being the Pawnshop King of the Valley wasn't so bad. Boring, but not bad. Sure, he spent most of his days dealing with desperate junkies and other assorted lowlifes. But hey, at least he didn't have to worry about the Feds knocking on his door at four in the morning, or about the rival families planting a bomb in his car.

Life maybe wasn't good, per se, but it was peaceful. Or at least it was, before the blond idiot next door went and started a karate war, and drew international attention to their quaint little Reseda strip mall.

When a national news story runs about the warring dojos, Lyle's cover is blown. His handler tries to warn him and get him out, but his old mob pals find him first. Less than 48 hours after the story airs on the evening news, Lyle finds himself standing behind the counter of his shop, staring down the silenced barrel of a gun. He closes his eyes, waiting for the end...

Then the doorbell chimes, and in walks Sensei Dipshit with his bad attitude and his box full of crap.

Thinking he just walked in on a simple robbery, Johnny disarms the hitman and knocks him out. He thinks it's over, but Lyle knows the truth - that it's just the beginning.

Every family he double-crossed - including his own - has put a price on his head. And by saving his life, Johnny just put a target on his own back. With a team of contract killers on his tail, Lyle is forced to go on the run - and take Johnny Lawrence with him.

#johnny lawrence #lyle the pawnshop guy #johnny/lyle #cobra kai #ck fanfic ideas

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whereianonymouslypostfics · 2 years ago

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Silver Springs Part 2

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word count: ~13k

Summary: Wanda tries to leave her mob life behind to start a family with you.

A/N: This is a crack-ish fic that I wrote because I got bored. Reposting from Ao3. Enjoy.

Chapter warnings: Drug use, smut, mentions of violence and getting shot.

You’re outside when Yelena and Nat arrive for a visit. You’d exhausted yourself with the stress of your appointment, so you’d gone to the third-floor deck to take a nap. You’d brought Boone with you of course, but when he heard the car door slam from the driveway, he stood up to investigate. He spots Yelena, Nat, and Fanny all walking to the front door and he quickly heads back inside to greet them.

The sound causes you to stir, but you’re stubborn and don’t wake up immediately. You’re a little stoned because well you’d tried to destress by smoking, and you already feel better. You didn’t usually smoke, and you definitely hadn’t while you were trying to get pregnant, but now that you weren’t you figured you deserved to relax a little. You’re having an amazing dream when your friends arrive, so you just roll back over and try to stay asleep. You’re full-on snoring by the time Yelena comes to find you.

Wanda’s quick to answer the door when the doorbell sounds throughout the house. She’d been trying to figure out dinner and what would most likely put the two of you in a better mood. She’d given you some time alone because she figured you needed to rest. She also wanted a chance to talk to their friends without you present. She sets the rest of the food on the kitchen counter before hurrying to beat Boone to the front door.

“Boone, wait!”

The shepherd had a bad habit of getting too excited by the doorbell, and since he can see who it is through the large windows he’ll bark loudly whenever he recognizes someone. Wanda manages to wave him off and keep him from doing much more than whine as she opens the door for her friends.

“Hey there, Red.”

“Boss.”

Wanda rolls her eyes with an affectionate smile as she waves the duo inside. She moves to grab some of the bags they brought and Yelena sighs in relief when she’s left with just her dog and a couple of bags in one hand.

“Thanks for coming you two. Also, technically not your boss anymore, Yelena.”

Yelena just shrugs before she attempts to remove Fanny’s leash while she’s greeting her best friend. Boone is jumping on her and biting her ears which makes the task difficult. She eventually gives up and lets the two dogs run around and get hair all over everything. Wanda sighs as she watches the duo, but since they’re not knocking things over like the used to, she can’t really complain too much.

Wanda follows the pair to the kitchen before she realizes they’ve brought groceries. She feels her appreciation for the sisters grow even more as Natasha begins to unload everything they brought. The older redhead looks around briefly, before turning back to Wanda with a questioning look.

“Where’s Y/n?”

Wanda shrugs as she moves to the kitchen to take stock of what she has to work with for dinner. She hasn’t seen you in a while and she’s sure you’re resting upstairs. Most likely outside. She says this and notices how Yelena places her bags on the counter and ducks out in search of you. She runs past the dogs to finally free Fanny of her leash before heading up to where you’re most likely asleep.

Wanda turns back to Natasha who’s handing her ingredients to your favorite dish. She’s not the best at cooking, but she’d made a lot of progress since she’s known Wanda. She used to burn mac and cheese, but now she could probably help Wanda make dinner without any casualties. Yelena on the other hand, still burnt mac and cheese if she wasn’t paying enough attention.

“So how are you handling all of this?”

Wanda would be lying if she said she hadn’t expected the question at some point. However, she hadn’t really come up with an answer yet that wasn’t too depressing. In all honesty she was disappointed, and she felt guilty about it but didn’t know how to explain it.

Wanda sighs as she moves to grab a couple of cutting boards and a pan from the cabinet. She hands one to Natasha as the redhead hands her a knife before she shakes her head.

“I’m disappointed of course, but I think that maybe we’re going about this all wrong.”

Wanda doesn’t offer an explanation to her cryptic statement and Natasha opens her mouth to ask for one when she’s cut off. The sound of a muffled scream from a couple floors up causes Wanda to stiffen and she’s about to run upstairs before Natasha’s hand falls to her wrist.

“It’s fine. Yelena just scared the shit out of Y/n, I’m sure.”

Wanda wants to argue that she should check, but she knows that Natasha is right. The two of you should be joining them shortly, probably once all of the cooking was done.

Natasha resumes cutting the vegetables given to her before she glances over to Wanda who seems to be lost in thought.

She nudges the other redhead before offering her a kind smile. She knows how much Wanda wants children. She’s only talked about it since she met you, but Nat hates seeing her so stressed and discouraged.

“What did you mean by going about it wrong?”

Wanda sighs before she admits what she’s concluded earlier today. She’d been selfish. She wanted so badly to see you pregnant and get to take care of you throughout your pregnancy until your children were born. It was something she’d always wanted, but seeing the kind of stress it was putting you under made her second guess this. She didn’t want her dream to come at the expense of your happiness.

“I just want kids, as you know. I’ve always wanted to have our own, but I don’t think that makes much of a difference. Whether she gives birth to them, or I do, or we adopt, I think we will love them all the same.”

You’re dreaming about eating dinner with famous cats when Yelena makes her way up to the deck. She looks around before spotting you on the couch and she hurries over to you. Her nose wrinkles slightly at as she gets closer and she frowns as she looks to the discarded lighter on the table. She puts two and two together rather quickly, and loudly.

“YOU SMOKED WITHOUT ME!?”

You jump up and scream as you’re awoken rather rudely. You’re breathing heavily as you jump to your feet and hold your arms up ready to fight off any threat. When you see it’s Yelena shooting you an incredulous look you just slap her hard, and repeatedly.

“Damn it, Yelena! You scared me to death you bitch!”

You continue to slap the blonde until she grabs your hands and shakes her head. She looks to your slightly reddened eyes and your glare with a laugh as she pulls you in for a hug.

“You deserve it. You smoked without your best friend.”

Despite your desire to break away and shoot your ‘best friend’ a glare you don’t. You just sigh in defeat before you hug her back with a small smile. You tighten your hold on her before releasing the blonde with another sigh.

“It’s so good to see you. I’ve missed seeing you every day.”

Yelena nods before she sits down on the couch you’d just been napping on with a yawn. She motions for you to sit next to her which you do, and she throws an arm around your shoulder.

“I bet. I’m very entertaining.”

You groan under your breath before playfully slapping Yelena again. She pretended to cringe in pain before she pulls you into a side hug.

“I’ve missed you too. The compound hasn’t been the same, and Natasha is so boring.”

You laugh out loud at this and realize that Yelena’s just answered your next question. You turn around to confirm it though and you see Nat’s corvette in the driveway meaning that the redhead is also here. She never lets anyone else drive that car unless it’s a matter of life or death.

“I’m sorry I smoked without you, but…”

You trail off as you move away slightly to dig into your pocket. Yelena’s eyes widen at the sight of not one or two, but 4 joints that you’d stuck in your pocket. You’d fallen asleep before smoking more than one, but you knew that Yelena wouldn’t mind helping you out. You smile widely at her look of surprise before shrugging.

“What? It’s local.”

Almost half an hour passes of you and Yelena catching up before anyone comes to look for you. The two of you are laughing loudly at stories about near hopeless recruits that Yelena’s had the displeasure of trying to train.

“He literally sliced his entire shirt trying to pull out his knife. I thought he was going to cut himself.”

You snorted as you imagined this happening, and better yet both Yelena and Nat’s reaction to this. The redhead probably kept a straight face as she questioned her luck while Yelena lost it. You don’t think you would have been able to restrain yourself and you burst out into laughter at the thought.

“I know I’m not great despite all of your and Nat’s work, but I’m not that bad, am I?”

Yelena takes another drag before she pretends to think about it a little. She hasn’t sparred with you in a long time, but she knew from her sister that you were improving a lot. Still couldn’t beat either of them and probably never would, but when you were keeping up with the twice weekly training, you probably could have taken most thugs you’d run into on the street.

Instead of saying this; however, Yelena decides to give you a hard time. She finished up your third joint before coughing out smoke.

“I don’t remember. It’s been so long since we’ve trained together.”

Neither you nor Yelena notice Boone’s presence until he barks at you a few minutes later. He’d been sent up by Wanda to get the two of you downstairs for dinner. However, you currently have other plans as you jump up to your feet with a wide smile. You hold up your hands like you’re ready to fight before motioning for Yelena to stand up.

“We can train now! You’re right it’s been so long! Let me punch you.”

Yelena laughs as she stands up as well so she’s only about a foot away from you. She shoots you a smug look that makes you want to lash out immediately, but you wait patiently as you bounce on the balls of your feet.

“Yeah right. You couldn’t hit me right now if you tried.”

You of course don’t agree with this and you throw a hand out haphazardly and are almost as surprised as Yelena when it lands. You watch as Yelena stumbles back and falls back onto the couch holding her nose with a grimace. You’d just punched her in the nose.

“You just punched me in the nose!”

“You told me to!”

“No, I didn’t!”

Boone barking makes you jump in surprise and even with your brain clouded by the drugs you realize why he’s here. You grimace as you reach out for Yelena to pull her to her feet.

“Come on, we’re being summoned.”

Wanda and Nat are almost finished with dinner when you and Yelena make it to the kitchen. Both redheads immediately realize something is off when you’re clinging to Yelena as the two of you walk down the stairs. More like stumble down the stairs, and Wanda is already halfway to you when you nearly fall for the third time.

For some reason you’re just laughing as Yelena grumbles inaudible Russian under her breath as she hauls you to your wife. You barely avoid stepping on Boone as you hurry to the closer of the two concerned redheads with a wide smile.

“Wands! I missed you!”

Wanda’s startled by your seemingly inebriated state, and she pulls you into her arms with wide eyes. As soon as your arms are wrapped around her and you’re leaning against her Wanda understands the reason for your odd behavior. She turns to Yelena who is rubbing her nose gingerly with an accusing look.

“Did you give her weed?”

Nat’s trying really hard not to laugh at how high you clearly are. You’ve since pulled away from your wife to play with her hair all the while having a dopey smile on your face. You mutter things under your breath that Nat can’t hear, but Wanda probably can. Not that she’s paying you much attention right now. She’s clinging to you while glaring at her sister who just throws her hands up with an offended look.

“No way! She shared with me. It was her stash.”

This surprises Wanda for a few reasons. For one, she thought you’d only smoked that one time with Yelena years ago. That had ended horribly and you’d promised to be more careful in the future. Since you couldn’t drink a lot of alcohol, you’d turned to recreational drugs. This state was great for that, and you had easy access to weed apparently.

Wanda hadn’t realized that you smoked regularly, or that you kept it in the house. She briefly wondered where you hid it before she becomes distracted by your loud whispering.

“You’re so pretty Wanda. So, so pretty!”

Nat can’t help but snort at your loud declaration, and this of course catches your attention. Your eyes widen as you spot another friend and you release Wanda rather suddenly as you near-run to the other redhead.

“Nat! You too! Oh my gosh.”

You practically throw yourself at the older girl who just laughs at you in amusement. You’re squeezing her tightly as Wanda and Yelena have a silent conversation. Your wife isn’t happy by how stoned you are, but at Yelena’s shrug she realizes that there isn’t anything she can do about it now. She figures you were just trying to decompress, and of course once Yelena becomes involved with anything it becomes a mess.

“Yup. I’m here too. Good to see you, kid.”

You don’t respond and instead just hold the redhead tighter. You’re comfortable where you’re standing beside her and you cuddle closer to her with a yawn. You don’t realize you’re practically burying your face in her chest until she tries to pull you away.

“Okay, now you’re getting too comfortable.”

Yelena scoffs as she meanders over to the kitchen to see what the redheads had cooked. She mutters something as she steals a bite of what’s still on the stove.

“It wouldn’t be the first time.”

Both Wanda and Nat glare at the blonde who seems completely unbothered by their looks. She watches as Nat near tears you from her body and deposits you back in your wife’s arms with a sigh. Wanda shakes her head at you before moving to sit you down at the table. She doesn’t think too hard about what Yelena just said, but it’s a little difficult when the sisters are still whispering about it.

Back when you were in college, Nat had actually met you before Wanda. You’d been forced by your friends to go out to a club on Saturday night and instead of drinking an obscene amount and pouting all alone you’d run into Nat. The redhead was both stunning and a sweet talker, and you’d ended up back at your place. It was a completely uncharacteristic decision for you that you hadn’t regretted at all until the morning after. You’d hadn’t expected to wake up after a night of wild sex and have a heart to heart with the stranger you brought home, but you also hadn’t expected her to leave right after. You’d been disappointed but eventually moved on with your life. Then you’d met Wanda.

When Wanda had introduced you her friends after the two of you had been dating for a year, you’d been surprised to realize you’d already met one. You and Nat had just stared at each other for a solid 30 seconds before you burst out laughing. You’d laughed so hard you almost cried while Wanda was confused by your reaction and Nat’s horrified look.

You’d explained it to Wanda eventually, and honestly, you’d never been so afraid of the redhead. She’s looked pissed and you feared for Nat’s safety when she finally speaks up. The question was directed at Nat who you remembered looking deeply unsettled, but you’d answered for her in attempt to calm Wanda down. She clearly wasn’t happy to hear about how you’d met and how Nat has essentially ghosted you, but she got over it eventually. When you two became good friends and you convinced Wanda a few dozen times that you were only hers, she finally stopped glaring at Nat whenever you were around.

“How about we eat?”

Even though Wanda had made you some coffee, you still leaned heavily on her as you ate your dinner. You were very chatty when high and everyone was enjoying listening to you ramble. The trio had been worried that you’d be too upset tonight to really enjoy their company, but all it took was a little weed to get your mind off of your bad luck.

“We need to have another movie night, Yelena. You can come too, Nat and Wands.”

The two redheads sighed while Yelena smiled at the thought. She began to think of what movies you could watch next while Nat was already shaking her head. She wasn’t sure how you always liked to watch horror movies. The world was terrifying enough if you thought too much about it. Wanda simply preferred to watch rom-coms. Not that she’d admit that to anyone other than who was in this room.

“Sure thing. Maybe we can watch outside again.”

You smile widely as Wanda immediately starts to shake her head. The last time you and Yelena had watched a horror movie outside on the second floor, you ended up screaming and throwing pillows over the railing onto the driveway. Nat just smiles into her glass while she watches the chaos unfold in front of her. She watches you recall the incident while Wanda appears to be plotting how to prevent you from doing this. Yelena sneaks food to the dogs that are sitting at her feet before she turns her attention to you. You’re drinking coffee and looking less high by the second, but you’re distracted from your conversation with Yelena by your wife.

You smile innocently at her warning look before you shake your head in agreement. You’ll be smart and just hold movie night in the den instead of at the top of your house. You stifle a yawn in your coffee as you snap your fingers at Boone who you just realized is begging for food at Yelena’s feet.

“Boone no. Come here.”

Dinner passes by too quickly for your liking, but you jump up from your seat to grab your wife’s dish before she can even stand. You shoot her a look, and she just smiles gratefully before you begin to go around the table and grab everyone’s plates.

“Nat are you busy this weekend? I wanted to get back to training.”

You don’t notice the look that Wanda shoots the redhead who’s already opened her mouth to respond. She pauses for a moment before she’s nodding and handing you her plate.

“Yeah, let me check my schedule and I’ll let you know. Thanks.”

You smile widely before you hand the stack of plates to Yelena who’d been prepared to hand you hers. She pouts but doesn’t get a chance to argue before you’re speaking up and motioning for her to follow you.

“Awesome! I’ll pretend like that doesn’t mean you have to talk to Wanda. Yelena and I are going to get cleaning since you cooked, so chat away.”

Yelena sighs but she follows you to the kitchen with a frown and a pile of dirty dishes. Boone of course follows and Wanda watches as you bat Fletcher off of the counter.

“So what’s the verdict boss?”

Wanda rolls her eyes before she nodded in agreement. She didn’t have anything against you and Nat training. Well that wasn’t true. She would always worry that you would get hurt, and she hated it when you came home too sore to do anything other than lie down. That said, she knew how valuable it was for you to be able to defend yourself, and sometimes you even had fun. She mostly wanted to make sure that you were wanting to train for the right reasons. She knew you were upset, and unfortunately when you were upset you didn’t make stellar decisions.

She stole a glance to where you were instructing Yelena to reclean a dish because it wasn’t spotless. She smiles before looking back to Nat with another nod. She just wants to check in with you later to make sure you’re feeling better.

“I’ll talk to her later tonight.”

Your friends left about an hour later. They’d stayed for drinks and after thanking the pair for cheering them up, you and Wanda were left alone again. You sigh as she you shut the door behind the duo and Fanny before locking it with a yawn.

“It’s past my bedtime.”

Wanda smiles before she’s reaching out for you. You move close enough so she can pull you into her arms, and she kisses your hair.

“It is. You need to get to bed if you want your 8 hours.”

You follow your wife upstairs to the bedroom where you immediately head for the dresser for a change of clothes. You continue to yawn as you change clothes and wash your face. While you’re brushing your teeth you watch as Wanda sits on the bed and puts her hair up. You take a moment to admire her exposed skin from where her shirt rides up.

“I have a confession.”

Wanda turns to you with a curious look and you try not to lose courage as you move to sit down on the other side of the bed.

“Okay.”

Wanda’s not sure where you’re going with this, but she doesn’t have to wait long to find out. You shift slightly before you cross your legs and sigh heavily. You meet your wife’s gaze because you want to see her reaction to what you have to say next.

“I don’t think I want to keep trying to have children. I mean I want to adopt. “

Wanda’s eyes widen slightly at the first part, but she’s relieved when you elaborate. She knows that you’d been on the fence about having kids when the two of you met, but since then you’d said you wanted them. She wouldn’t want you to just agree to having kids to appease her.

She opens her mouth to say that she’s perfectly fine with this. That she reached the same conclusion when you speak up again. She realizes you’re nervous, so she hurries to cut you off.

“I know you really wanted to go through the pregnancy, but I’m sure we can find a baby, and it’s practically the same thing, just no sore boobs and massive weight gain. If you really want it though, we can try again, I mean third time’s the--.”

You’re promptly cut off when your wife crawls over to your side of the bed with a sigh. She straddles your lap before wrapping her arms around your neck with a smile. She kisses you once before she’s pulling away to meet your gaze.

“I love you, detka, and I want to have a baby with you. It makes no difference to me how it happens.”

You can’t help but smile at her answer, and you feel a wave of relief wash over you. You hadn’t realized how much stress you were putting on yourself trying to get pregnant. You had wanted to do this for Wanda, for yourself because you did want children with her, but honestly this way will be easier. It will be stressful and a lengthy process, but it’s one where the both of you can work together to find an ideal match.

“I love you too. So much.”

You lean in to kiss the redhead again and your hands fall to her bare thighs as you pull her closer to you. When she gasps in surprise your tongue slips into her mouth and you moan at the taste of her. You’ve never been much of a fan of alcohol, but you’ll never tire of tasting it on your wife. She kisses you harder, her arms tightening around your neck before she pulls away just long enough to breathe.

“You still taste like weed.”

You smile at her sheepishly and Wanda’s frown falters at the sight. She rolls her eyes before sighing in defeat before you even apologize.

“I’m sorry my love. I’ll be sure to invite you next time.”

You can’t help but laugh as Wanda playfully slaps you on the arm. The two of you didn’t really do drugs. Outside of the rare times like tonight when you wanted to relax, or the very stressful nights Wanda’s had at work, the two of you had only gotten high together a handful of times. Most of these times were in college, and they just ended with you two having sex for hours on end. Marijuana made you both incredibly needy, and you know that Wanda was only pretending to be annoyed. She would do it with you again if you asked nicely enough.

You run your hands up and down Wanda’s legs as you start to kiss her neck. You love the way she still smells like her shampoo and how soft her skin is. You can and have spent hours just kissing your wife’s smooth skin, but tonight you had something else in mind. You groan as Wanda shifts restlessly in your lap. Her hips moving against yours makes you want to hurry this along.

Instead, you leave a bruising kiss at her pulse point that makes her gasp loudly. She presses her front to yours as her hips rock against yours.

“Shit, detka. Please.”

You sneak your hands under Wanda’s shorts and you feel her shudder at your touch. You smile against her neck before you start to kiss lower.

“Yes?”

You start to kiss down her collar bone and you grab the hem of her shirt before quickly pulling it over her head. Wanda looks gloriously mussed as she shoots you a desperate look. She can’t help but whine as one hand goes to her bare breast to tweak her nipple. She groans again before moving into your touch silently pleading for more.

“Touch me.”

You nearly groan at how turned on Wanda sounds. Her voice is rough and low and you have to remind yourself to take a breath before your hand leaves her shorts to tease her other breast. She leans into your touch, arching her back with a look of pure bliss on her face. She’s clearly enjoying it, but she wants more and you know it. You’re not giving in so easily though.

“Like this?”

You just watch as your wife’s eyes squeeze shut and she lets out a breathy gasp as you continue to pinch her nipples. She eventually manages to shake her head.

“No. More, I need more.”

You hum in acknowledgement but don’t hurry to give her what she wants. Instead, you drop both of your hands to pull your own shirt over your head. You take your time to reach out for her legs before dipping your head down to take a hardened bud into your mouth.

“Tell me what you want. How do you want me to touch you?”

Wanda’s too overwhelmed to answer immediately. She also isn’t sure what she wants more right now, your fingers or your mouth. She’d love both, but she knows what happens when she gets too greedy. You have to stop yourself from smiling as Wanda gasps loudly when you bite down – reminding her that you want an answer. She’s breathless as she finally manages to give you a response.

“Fuck me, please. I need your mouth.”

You smile wickedly before you meet your wife’s lips for a chaste kiss. You break away quickly as you move your hands down to her hips to remove her from your lap. You lay her on the bed against the pillows and meet her lips one more time.

“Anything for you.”

Wanda’s practically shaking in anticipation as you run your hands down her stomach to the waistband of her shorts. You don’t waste much time before taking them off leaving her bare. She squirms against the cold sheets before your hands fall to her hips to still her. You kiss her toned stomach and you both moan in unison as you run your fingers through her wet heat.

“Oh fuck!”

“God you’re so beautiful.”

You continue to tease Wanda until she’s nearly bucking her hips against your hand. You realize you’ve teased her enough and you’re certainly going to pay for this, so you decide to give her what she wants.

When your tongue first meets her soaked folds, Wanda cries out and grips the sheets beneath her fingers. She’s moaning loudly as you devour her like a starved woman. You have to hold her hips down as they buck against your face, and when your lips close around her clit, Wanda’s scream is muffled by her thighs closing around your head.

“Fuck, Y/n. Don’t stop, please.”

You can’t hear what she says, but you have no intention of stopping as your tongue continues to work against her. You take a deep breath, growing faint at the taste of your wife against your tongue. You groan as you double your efforts and leave Wanda shaking against you. The pressure in her lower stomach is building and she stiffens as her back arches off the bed in an attempt to get closer to your mouth.

Eventually you realize that Wanda’s close from how hard her thighs are shaking and how she’s gripping your hair. You smile as you tease her entrance with your fingers before pushing two into her. Your lips circle her clit and she’s screaming as her first orgasm washes over her. She’s cursing and squirming against you but you continue to thrust your fingers inside her once her high has passed.

“I’m gonna come again. Fuck, just like that!”

You smile as you curl your fingers deep inside her and suck her clit hard enough to make Wanda see stars. She comes hard, her hips bucking hard against your face as she’s nearly blinded by the force of her orgasm. She’s breathing heavily as she falls back to the bed and twitches from the aftershocks. Her insides are still squeezing your fingers, so you wait until her muscles relax before pulling out. Wanda groans at the feeling and then moans when she watches you stick your fingers into your mouth with a smile. You’ve always loved the taste of your wife, almost as much as you loved the way she looked at you at times like these.

“You’re so perfect.”

Wanda doesn’t get a chance to respond before you’re kissing her. She can taste herself on your tongue and she groans as you pull away from her and try to give her room to breathe. You lie down next to her watching as she eventually catches her breath. She’s sweating and you can’t help but groan as you reach out for her. You can’t keep your hands off of her, and Wanda can tell by just how eager you are that you’re still feeling the effects of the weed from earlier.

“Can you keep going?”

Wanda takes a deep shuddering breath as she tries to concentrate long enough to answer you. Your hands wander her flat stomach and creep up towards her chest. Your touches are meant to be teasing, but you quickly realize that you’re distracting your wife from answering. Much to both of your displeasure, you stop and give Wanda time to answer.

She immediately nods as she reaches out for you again, and you can’t help but smirk at her pleas.

“Yes please. Fuck me again.”

When you wake up the next morning you immediately curse yourself when you realize you have a headache. You’re parched but far too comfortable to get up right now and bother with getting a glass of water. You stifle a yawn as you pull your wife closer with a smile. She makes a noise of protest before she turns around in your arms so she’s facing you. She buries her face in your hair before she takes a deep breath and settles against you.

“Good morning, love.”

You can’t help but laugh when Wanda just grumbles something unintelligible into your neck. You know it’s early from the fact that the sun isn’t up yet, but you’re also certain that you won’t be going back to sleep. You’re cursed with the inability to fall back asleep once you’re awake, but you don’t mind lying in bed next to your wife as she drifts off.

Almost an hour later the sun is beginning to rise, and Wanda has shifted once again. She rubs the sleep out of her eyes as she lifts her head off of your stomach with a small smile.

“Morning, detka.”

You smile back at her and sit up as Wanda stretches out with a groan.

“Morning sleepyhead.”

Wanda’s response is lost on you as the redhead drops the sheets around her and turns to look at the clock. You’re still staring at her when she turns back and she smirks at you before getting off the bed. It’s time for you to start getting ready for work, and Wanda unfortunately has some calls to prepare for.

“I’m going to shower, do you--?”

Wanda doesn’t even get to finish her question before you’re on your feet and lifting your wife into your arms. She yelps in surprise before holding onto you for dear life, not that she really needs to. You’re perfectly capable of carrying her much further than the five steps into the bathroom, and Wanda finds herself staring at your muscles as you cross the threshold.

“Do you even have to ask?”

Boone is waiting downstairs for you when you finally make it downstairs. You’d taken a longer shower than you should have because of course you got sidetracked. How could you not when Wanda was naked beside you? Either way, Boone is where he always waits for you: standing at the back door ready for his morning walk whining impatiently.

You leave Wanda with a quick kiss before you hurry to let your dog out while the redhead goes to the kitchen to make some coffee. It’s 5:30 and both of you desperately need the caffeine to get through today. Tuesdays are always busy at work for you, and you’ll need the energy to keep up. Wanda’s already running through a list of the things she needs to do when you return with Boone from the backyard. You hurry to feed the shepherd and Fletcher before making your way to the kitchen.

Wanda’s pouring you both cups of coffee when you come up behind her. She expects it and she melts into your embrace as your arms sneak around her waist. You kiss her hair before brushing it out of the way so you can kiss her neck. She’s about to complain because she’s still a little sore from where you’d left hickeys last night and this morning, but you pull away with a laugh.

“You missed a spot.”

Wanda’s quick to turn around and shoot you a glare as her hand goes up to where your lips had just been. She’d taken far too much time this morning covering up all of the marks you left on her with makeup, and now she had to do it again.

“You’re evil.”

You just laugh loudly before you take the offered cup with a sheepish smile.

“I’m sorry? I’ll cook you breakfast as an apology.”

Since you had a little more time this morning, you made breakfast for the two of you before taking it upstairs. You ate on the deck snuggled up next to each other under a blanket. You sipped your coffee and ate your eggs as you watched the sun rise higher in the sky. After you set your plate on the table in front of you and grab your coffee to warm your hands you turn to your wife with a curious look.

“What’s on your agenda for the day?”

You figure Wanda will have some work to do today. Despite being a lot less busy since moving here, she still had things to work out with Pietro and Nat. You remind yourself to ask Wanda if she’ll go with you to the compound on Saturday before you take another sip from your mug.

“Not much. I figure I’ll try to catch up with Clint and Kate to see how they’re doing.”

You nod at this before downing the rest of your coffee. You need to get ready for work soon, but you don’t want to leave your wife’s comforting presence. Despite her reputation as a terrifying criminal who took no shit, you knew Wanda to be one of the sweetest people you’ve ever met. She’s loving and protective, sometimes to a fault, and she cares for her family above all else. You always feel safe with her because you know she’ll always have your back.

“Tell them I said, hi?”

Wanda smiles at this before nodding without much thought. She knew how much everyone missed you being around and she was excited for the possibility to visit later this week.

“Of course.”

You leave for work with Boone a little while later, leaving Wanda and her baby at the house. Sometimes you leave Boone at home, but some days when you know you’ll need a break or a pick me up, you take him with you. He’s well behaved and stays out of trouble for the most part, and he truly loves getting to ride in the car.

Wanda spends most of the day at home relaxing. She’s still decompressing after leaving her extremely stressful job, and sometimes she finds that she’s restless. She sometimes can’t stop texting or calling her brother to ask if there’s anything she can do to help. He usually reminds her that she’s retired before asking her why she can’t do anything fun with her newfound freedom.

With this in mind, she decides to stop thinking about work and heads upstairs to read a little. She lets Fletcher follow her outside despite her fear of the cat jumping down 2 stories before she settles in one of the couches with a sigh. She opens her book which ironically is a murder mystery you convinced her to read. You liked to read a lot of supernatural, crime thrillers and had only been recommending different books to her for years. This is probably the first one she’s picked up because she honestly hadn’t seen the appeal of reading about people getting brutally murdered when it happened at least once a week in her real life.

She’s almost half-way through the book when her phone rings. It’s too early for you to call, so she assumes it’s someone who’s going to pull her from her relaxation. She frowns at the caller ID before answering quickly. As much as she loved her friend, he rarely called her without a good reason.

“Steve, what’s happened?”

You’re as busy as you thought you’d be today. There have been a couple of emergencies that have come in, and being the only available doctor at the time, you’d jumped on them. Now you were juggling four cases while trying to figure out when you’d have a minute or two for lunch. You haven’t even walked Boone yet, but you knew he’d be fine for a little while longer. Honestly your priority was figuring out how to treat this cat whose bloodwork was all over the place.

You were thinking that he probably needed to be hospitalized and you were slightly worried about telling the owner this. He was already very cost-conscious and you couldn’t see him going for hospitalization for his cat that probably ate rat poison. You take a minute to go over your plan before you check in with your assistant to make sure the other cases are at least handled for now.

Once you get the go-ahead you decide that you can’t delay this conversation any further and you head back into the exam room.

“Did you figure out what’s wrong with my cat?”

You suppose there’s no easing into this and you have to remind yourself to not sigh as you start to explain what you found. You push down your anxiety as you watch him frown with each treatment option you mention. Hospitalization could be hundreds of dollars and given how you’ve only been able to do an exam and bloodwork today, you know he’s not going to do this.

“It’s going to be difficult for her to recover from this without prolonged treatment.”

That was really all there was to it. He’s waited too long to bring her in and now she was near death and he didn’t have the money to help her. You’d consider covering the cost if he didn’t get so upset at you. He stood up quickly at what you were implying, and it takes all of your resolve not to take a step back.

“So, what are you saying? Are you just going to let her die?”

You shake your head ignoring his anger as you think about what the next best option is for this cat. You’re getting a bit of a headache from today’s events but you push it aside in hopes of getting this over with.

“There are several medications we can send home with you if you choose not to have her hospitalized. They just might not be enough in her case.”

The sound of him banging his fist on the metal table causes you to jump, and you’re certain other people throughout the hospital hear it. You hold your position somehow, not even shifting as you eye him questioningly. He’s scowling and looks like he wants to spit obscenities at you, but luckily, he sticks to just one.

“That’s bullshit!”

You open your mouth to respond that no, it is in fact not bullshit, but you didn’t get a chance. There was a knock on the door behind you and it opened before you could say anything. Your assistant stuck her head and shot you a questioning look that was clearly directed toward the client.

“Everything okay in here Dr. Y/L/N?”

It’s obviously not, but you appreciate the interruption because it seems that the man across from you realizes that he needs to calm down. He’s not going to benefit from blowing up at you and not getting his cat treated. Eventually you nod and your assistant disappears again, but you have a feeling she didn’t go far. You wait for him to reach a decision and you have to stop yourself from running out of the room when he finally speaks.

“Can I get the name of that hospital again?”

You nod and tell him how to get to the emergency hospital before you leave to grab his cat for him. You sigh in relief once you’re out of earshot and in the treatment area.

“Everything work out, okay?”

You turn to your assistant, Amina with a small smile before you nod in confirmation. You ask her to take Frosty back to his dad, but you make sure to let her know not to linger.

“Yes, thank you. Would you mind taking Frosty to him? He’s headed to emergency hospital.”

Once she’s gone you return your attention to your other three cases. One is stable and you’re just waiting to hear from his owner, and the other two are appointments that you’re super late getting to. You sigh as you check your watch. 12:30.

It’s going to be a long day.

Pietro Maximoff was about to take his lunch when the delivery came. He’d been swamped meeting with business owners who had concerns or complaints, and he’d just returned to his office. He’d be suspicious of the timing when he thought about it later, but as he walked into his office, he didn’t get to shut his door before his assistant Luce was calling out to him.

“Mr. Maximoff! You have a delivery.”

Pietro can’t help but roll his eyes as he meets the blonde at the door. He’s a little caught off guard by the appearance of a large bouquet of flowers, but he’ll worry about that in a second.

“What have I told you Luce? Call me Piet. I don’t have a stick up my ass like my sister.”

Luce of course doesn’t know how to respond to this and she’s left sputtering as Pietro takes the flowers with a quick thank you. He’s left alone to admire the beautiful arrangement of roses and lilies and wonder who they are from. He briefly considers that his sister sent them, but quickly disregards this thought. He sets the vase on his desk before he looks for a card. It’s hidden in the middle of the arrangement making it a pain in the ass to get to, but once Pietro finds it, he frowns.

To Ms. Wanda Maximoff.

It has come to my attention that you recently decided to retire from your family’s business. I would like to meet and discuss the potential for us to continue working together.

- B W v Strucker

Pietro scowls as he reads the note and he’s about to tear it up when he realizes his sister might want to read it. He sighs heavily as he considers his options before sitting behind his desk. He stares at the flowers and suddenly hates the sight of them because of who they’re from.

Strucker has always been a pain in Pietro’s ass since he’d cut ties with his parents. They’d worked together years and years ago, but after they’d gone their separate ways and he’d started his own business, they’d become rivals. They’d been negotiating territory and terms of agreement for years. Wanda had handled all of that and Pietro hadn’t realized how easily she’d managed him until now.

He rarely remembered hearing about Strucker in the past year or so outside of him continuing to stick to their agreement. If anything, Wanda was the one who was pushing him as she slowly but surely encroached upon his side of town.

Pietro pulls out his phone and calls the first number in his contacts. He waits for only two rings before the other man picks up.

“Hey Steve. What’s my sister up to?”

You’re sitting outside in the yard with Boone for the first break you’ve had all day. You’d just finished up with your appointments for the morning, and had a total of 15 minutes before your next one was due to show up. You sigh as you throw a tennis ball to the shepherd who just stands in front of you expectantly.

You think back to the upset client you’d had this morning and how you had been almost certain that you’d have to have someone show him out. You felt bad for him because his cat was dying and despite spending a small fortune at another hospital, might still end up dying. You understood how emotions could get out of control when people’s pets were concerned, but that didn’t excuse his behavior this morning.

You wondered what you would have done if he’d lashed out again, but your thoughts are cut off by Boone’s return. He gets in your face and drops the wet tennis ball in your lap again and you just sigh. You hope that you can finish the rest of the day without anything too interesting happening.

Wanda hadn’t expected to hear from her brother today. As far as she knew he was busy working and wouldn’t have time to chat with her until their weekly get together. She was still trying to figure out how she felt about Strucker’s message, and more importantly if she was going to humor him with a visit.

She hadn’t met with him for months, and that was mostly to smooth things over when she’d gone a little too far pushing his boundaries. Despite their complicated history, the older man liked Wanda, or at least he respected her enough to acknowledge her authority. He would let her get away with things without realizing it and suddenly he’d be blindsided by how large of an effect it had on his business. She hadn’t done anything new recently so she wasn’t sure why he wanted to meet. His note indicated that he just wanted to talk about continuing business, but why he couldn’t talk to Pietro about that she wasn’t sure.

She sighed as she leaned back against the cushions while looking up at Steve. He’d come over to explain what happened and now she was trying to figure out if she needed to make a trip into town tonight. She hated to do it and with so little notice, but she had figured something like this would happen. She had a feeling Strucker wouldn’t just ignore her absence, and this was honestly not a bad way to have to address it. At least he didn’t seem angry about it, for now that is.

“What do you think I should do, Steve?”

The blonde in front of her takes a moment to think about it before he just sighs in defeat. He sits down across from Wanda who’s petting her sleeping cat with a contemplative look. She knows what she wants to do, but it never hurts to get a second opinion. Especially if her decision means missing dinner with you.

Steve rubs a hand over his face with a groan. He’s always hated Strucker and never understood how Wanda could work with him after what happened between them. He was responsible for her parents’ deaths whether he admitted it or not, but Wanda didn’t let this stop her from forming a business relationship with him.

“I don’t think you should go. He’s just going to do his usual schmoozing and just try and get your help with something.”

Wanda’s slightly surprised by this response, but she doesn’t comment on it immediately. She appreciates it when people are upfront with her because it so rarely happens to her anymore. She’d always been told what she wanted to hear and could only trust those close enough to her to tell her how it is.

She thinks about what Steve said and realizes that there is clearly an ulterior motive to this meeting, she just doesn’t know what it is. She wonders how she can go about figuring this out without meeting with him, but she also realizes it doesn’t really matter. If she’s trying to leave Pietro in charge of things, she can’t meet with Strucker in any capacity right now. He needs to understand that the power has shifted to her brother and if he wants to talk business, he needs to see Pietro.

“I think you’re right. After all, if he wants to talk business, he can see Piet.”

Steve nearly sighs in relief but he just nods before he starts to stand. He stops halfway before he eyes Wanda with a raised eyebrow.

“How would you like to tell him that?”

Wanda sighs at the thought of having to make this call, but she doesn’t hesitate to sit up and grab her phone off the table. She unfortunately has Strucker’s number and she’s dialing it before Steve can even excuse himself. Wanda shakes her head silently requesting that he stay as she waits for the older man to answer.

“Am I truly getting a call from Wanda Maximoff herself?”

Wanda nearly rolls her eyes at this as she looks to Steve before lying back once again. Fletcher’s fled from her lap and is making her way over to the blonde who has ignored her up until this point. They have a love hate relationship because usually when he shows up, her favorite person leaves.

“Well, it seemed rude not to respond to the message you sent, Strucker.”

The older man laughs loudly as he takes another drag from his cigarette. He’d been in the middle of something important, but when he saw who was calling, he knew he had to answer. He eyes the slightly squirrely man in front of him who has only grown more agitated once he answered the phone.

“Have you called to schedule a meeting then?”

Wanda shakes her head before she sighs in annoyance. She was supposed to be taking it easy today, not dealing with whatever Strucker wanted from her.

“I’m afraid you’ll have to call Pietro if you want to talk business. As you said, I’m taking a step back from it.”

There’s a long uncomfortable pause over the line as Wanda waits for Strucker to respond. He’s staring intently at the blonde in front of him trying to figure out how he’ll be of use to him, but Wanda doesn’t realize this. She thinks he’s going to complain, which he is, but not to the degree that she suspects for the length of awkward silence.

“That’s disappointing to hear. I was hoping I’d get to see the new place, and meet the wife finally.”

Wanda’s jaw clenches when he mentions you, but she doesn’t take the bait. Instead, she smiles and shakes her head and sticks to her decision.

“Sorry to disappoint, but I won’t be available to talk anytime soon.”

When they hang up the phone Wanda’s left a little annoyed and confused. She’s not sure what they accomplished with that phone call because she still didn’t know why Strucker wanted to see her. He hadn’t contradicted her statement of ‘talking business’, so she assumes that’s what he wanted. She’s not entirely sure, but she doesn’t feel like wasting any more time on it.

“That was unproductive. I don’t think anything’s going to come from it.”

Strucker on the other hand smiles as he eyes Vision curiously. He’s going to help bring Wanda back to the forefront of her business, and he knows just the way to do it.

“I’m going to need you to move ahead with our plan a little earlier than scheduled.”

You arrive home to the smell of dinner cooking and the sound of soft music playing throughout the house. Both the food and the classical music immediately calm your frayed nerves and you feel your aching muscles sag in relaxation. You could fall asleep right now. You eye the couch longingly, but you know that you will be far more comfortable in bed.

“Wands?”

You watch as Boone high tails it to the kitchen to see if he can get any scraps, and you smile widely when Wanda appears around the corner. You don’t notice her smile disappear as you drop your bag on a nearby chair before heading towards her.

“Long day, detka?”

You nod as you practically fall into your wife’s arms with a sigh. You take comfort in Wanda’s presence and you stay wrapped in her arms just breathing her in for a few minutes before you manage to pull away. You’ll talk about your day a little later, but right now you really want to eat.

“How was your day, love?”

You watch as Wanda considers skipping over the interesting part of her day, but she eventually just shrugs. She leads you back to the kitchen because she can tell you’re starving, and sits you down at the counter as she finishes making you a plate.

“It was interesting. I needed to remind some people of what the word ‘retirement’ means.”

You laugh at this as you take the food Wanda offers you before following her to the nearest table. You wait until she sits down across from you to start eating, and of course at that point Boone has also settled right beside you. You ignore him for now and focus on your wife who’s watching you carefully.

You’d clearly had a long day. You looked exhausted and Wanda could tell how you were sitting that you were very tense. She made a mental note to fix this later, but for now she wanted to hear about the details of your day.

“Did anything interesting happen at work?”

You take another bite and use that time to figure out how to explain today’s dumpster fire. You sit up slightly before offering a smile that your wife could tell wasn’t very sincere.

“Well other than having a client yell at me, I had a hectic schedule allowing for a 10-minute break, and oh also this.”

You push up the sleeve of your sweatshirt and show Wanda the long angry red marks on your arm. You’d been clawed by a cat because she’d gotten loose while you were vaccinating her and she’d wanted to show you how much she didn’t appreciate it.

Wanda’s frown deepens as she eyes the painful looking scratches. She makes another note to have you take care of those after dinner. She’s currently fixated on what you said about someone yelling at you though.

“Someone was upset with you?”

You put down your fork, having already finished eating despite only being at the table for 5 minutes before you nod. You think about the client in question and how you still felt bad for him despite how horribly he handles situations. You’d actually mentioned his temperament when you’d called ahead to the referral hospital. You didn’t want anyone else getting caught off guard.

“Yeah, he didn’t have a lot of money or options and grew frustrated. I was the easiest target.”

Wanda knows all too well how this works. She’s been on both ends of this situation before and despite not liking the idea of you facing upset, angry people, she knows you can take care of yourself. She watches you head back to the kitchen after you excuse yourself to get more food. Boone is quick to follow you and Wanda returns her attention to her food for only a second before she hears her phone ring. She groans in annoyance and you can’t help but sigh too as you look around for the device. It’s in the kitchen but you’re not quite sure where until Wanda speaks up.

“It’s on the stool behind the counter, I can--.”

She trails off when you shake your head and hurry to retrieve it. You glance at the caller ID before nearly sighing again.

“It’s Vision.”

You watch Wanda roll her eyes before shaking her head. It’s dinner time and he honestly doesn’t have anything too important to share with her. She’s almost certain of this and she shakes her head before motioning for you to come back.

“Leave it. I’m not talking to him tonight.”

You can’t help but laugh at her distaste for the older man. It’s only been a constant in your relationship with your wife. Some times were worse than others, and especially in the beginning when he was so persistent, but most days she barely had enough patience to tolerate a conversation with him. It didn’t help that he was a liaison for all of their associates and she had to talk to him regularly. She’s just glad that since she’s gotten married, he’d stopped flirting with her so blatantly.

“I won’t complain about that.”

Wanda smiles at you as you sit back down across from her, and you two resume your dinner.

About an hour later, once the animals are all taken care of, and you’re both showered, you address the open wounds on your arm. They aren’t deep, just long and in an awkward place for you to bandage. You begin applying antibiotic ointment to your entire forearm when Wanda returns with supplies to help you wrap it.

She sits down in front of you waiting as you finish up before she takes over.

“Here, let me.”

You hold your arm out for Wanda to carefully place the gauze and then wrap it up nice and tight so it doesn’t slip off. You lean in to kiss her gratefully when she’s done. You groan slightly as you shake your shoulders out in an attempt to get more comfortable. You miss Wanda’s look as she moves to stand up again once you’re settled.

“Detka, lie down on your stomach I want to try something.”

You only hesitate for a moment as you try to put together what Wanda’s thinking. You realize why she’s asking this of you and you’d be lying if you didn’t say you’d thought about this at some point today. Still you shoot her a questioning look before you shift slightly in preparation to accommodate her.

“Are you sure, Wands? You don’t have to.”

She just smiles at you before nodding and you sigh in anticipation of the relief you’re going to feel before doing as you’re told.

You move to the middle of the bed before rolling over and lying on your stomach. You groan at the stretch in your back before you lay your head down on your pillow. You listen to Wanda get back on the bed and come up behind you. She reaches out for you with a smile watching as you squirm impatiently. You’re always so restless.

Wanda straddles your waist, keeping her weight off of you as she goes directly for your shoulders. She smiles as you groan at the feeling of her fingers working your stiff muscles. You cringe slightly but eventually release a sigh when as the pressure dissipates when your wife pushes a little harder.

You groan again as you shift beneath the redhead as she moves down your back. Your back cracks in multiple places as Wanda puts a lot of her weight onto you, and you can’t help the near obscene noises that leave you.

“Shit, that’s amazing. Ugh.”

When Wanda reaches your lower back, you reach behind you to try and push your shirt out of the way. You want to feel Wanda’s hands on your skin, and luckily, she realizes what you have in mind.

“We probably should have taken this off first.”

Wanda chuckles as she says this and you only respond with a sigh of defeat. You suppose you didn’t think this all the way through. You just nod before bracing your hands by your sides and preparing to push up, but Wanda stops you with a hand on your shoulder.

“It’s okay, Y/n. I’ll take care of it.”

You feel Wanda pull your shirt up and you raise your arms above your head to help her pull it off. She tosses it aside before retuning her attention to your lower back. You’ve always had trouble with your back whenever you had to sit for extended periods of time. When Wanda had first met you when you were still studying to be a vet, you’d had a lot of bouts of pain from all the time you’d spent in the classroom. You had fond memories of all of the massages Wanda had given you then as well. They all made you feel much better, and most of them ended with you falling asleep.

You could feel your eyelids grow heavy as Wanda finished up with your shoulders again. She could tell that your breathing was evening out, and from how relaxed you were sleep was just around the corner. Wanda smiles at you lovingly before she moves off of you and the bed altogether.

She grabs a blanket from the closet and spreads it over you before kissing your cheek. You mumble something unintelligible as Wanda turns off the light and gets into bed beside you.

“I love you so much.”

When you wake up next, it’s still dark out, and it takes you a moment to figure out why you’re awake. You groan in annoyance before rolling over and looking at the clock. It’s only 3am, and you are thoroughly pissed at being woken up. The sound of a phone ringing finally registers as you realize Wanda is sitting up to hopefully silence the offending device.

Wanda doesn’t even look to see who’s calling. She’s still half asleep, but she’s quickly wide awake when she hears a familiar voice.

“Hello?”

Wanda listens carefully as Steve tells her what happened earlier tonight. A deal had gone south and the police had confiscated close to $50k worth of product. That would be annoying enough, but Nat had been there when shit hit the fan, and she’d ended up getting shot.

“Is she alright? Where is she now?”

You sit up when you hear how concerned you wife sounds. You feel your anxiety skyrocket when you consider who could have gotten hurt enough to warrant a call at 3am. You wait anxiously for Wanda to listen to what she’s being told, and you feel yourself relax when she eventually sighs in relief.

“Well tell her she’s very lucky, and that I’ll see her first thing tomorrow.”

You wait until Wanda’s hung up the phone before you ask what you’re dying to know. Your wife turns to you with a sigh before she explains to you what happened. It’s still dark out and she can barely see you, but the light from her phone is enough to illuminate your worried expression.

“What happened, Wanda? Who’s hurt?”

Wanda reaches out for you to help ground you before she leads with the important part.

“It’s a minor injury, but Nat was shot during a deal tonight.”

You immediately stiffen at this and you’re already thinking about when you’ll leave. You need to talk to Yelena because she’s certainly worried, and then you need to visit her. And Natasha. Wanda squeezes your hand because she can tell you’re thinking a mile a minute, and she hopes that she can calm your nerves.

“She’s going to be fine, detka. Knowing her she’ll be out of the hospital before we even get to visit her.”

You nod at this before you try to take a couple calming breaths. You hate the idea of any of your friends getting hurt, but Nat’s family and the idea of losing her makes you panic. You remind yourself that she’s going to be fine. Probably insufferably cocky later this week when she can still lay you out on the mat. You make a note to visit her as soon as you can.

Eventually you nod before lying back down to go to sleep. Wanda doesn’t even make it that far before you bolt back up and grab your phone from the bedside table. You text Yelena asking how she and Nat are before you lie down next to you wife.

“Can we visit her before I go to work?”

Wanda nods before she places her own phone away from her. She’s not sure she’ll be able to go back to bed, but she needs to at least try. She’s already considering different possibilities of how this could have happened. It had been a long time since the cops had caught on to her dealings. Everyone she worked with was more careful than that, and the fact that it was Nat who was caught in the crossfire makes her even more suspicious.

Nat’s one of the most paranoid people she knows and the fact that she was caught tonight wasn’t a coincidence. Someone had screwed up. She needs to talk to Pietro tomorrow after visiting Nat.

Wanda turns toward you to try and bring you closer to her, but she sees you texting frantically on your phone. She figures that Yelena has responded, and she doesn’t have to wait long for an explanation.

“Yelena says she’ll keep Nat there for as long as she can, but that we’ll probably need to visit first thing because you know how Nat is.”

Wanda nods at this, still a little lost in her thoughts about tonight. It’s your turn to pull her from them as you reach out for your wife with a smile. You sigh in relief that this could have been far worse, that it was Nat who was the toughest person you know. You’re glad to have Wanda here in bed with you instead of out there at risk.

“Let’s try to sleep? We can scold them both later.”

As expected, neither of you slept soundly for the few hours that you had before it was a reasonable time to visit your friend. You tossed and turned as you had nightmares while Wanda had been plagued by thoughts of who could have slipped up. She’s quick to jump out of bed when the clock finally turns to 6am. You’re a little less enthusiastic, but you realize that you’re not getting any more sleep so you eventually pull yourself out of bed too.

“I’ll go start the coffee.”

Wanda smiles before she heads to the bathroom to get ready for what is sure to be a stressful day for the both of you. She mutters a thank you as you leave and hurry downstairs as quickly as you can while not caffeinated. You find Boone waiting for you in his usual spot. Despite loving to be around you as much as possible, Boone was a guard dog first and he rarely slept upstairs in the bedroom with you. You sometimes dragged him in there and he stayed after whining for a little bit, but most of the time he was downstairs keeping watch, or somewhere on the second floor. You’ve almost tripped on him in the past when you’ve come out of the bedroom first thing in the morning.

“Morning my baby boy.”

You scratch him behind his ears and kiss his head before you move toward the kitchen. You stifle a yawn as you grab the coffee and start to set it up. You’re thinking about what you can make for a quick breakfast when you’re interrupted by the doorbell. You jump almost a foot into the air and you curse under your breath as you spill the creamer you’d just grabbed. You don’t have much time to wonder who the hell was ringing your doorbell so early before you hear Wanda call from upstairs.

“It’s Steve and Bucky! I called them over.”

You relax at this before heading to the front door where Boone is already waiting. He’s staring out the window at the two men who just smile at him while they wait. You open the door with a tired smile before you wave the duo in.

“Morning guys. This is a surprise.”

Bucky smiles sheepishly while Steve looks apologetic as he greets Boone who’s quick to jump up on him. Bucky shuts the door behind him before offering an explanation for their presence not that he really needed to. You figured you knew why they were here.

“Wanda figured that if we were all going to visit Nat anyway, we might as well go together.”

You nod at this before waving the two men toward the kitchen. The smell of coffee brewing had certainly already caught their attention, and now you had a better excuse to make a decent breakfast.

“Sounds good to me. As long as Bucky is the one who drives.”

You hear the brunette laugh while Steve scowls at your criticism. It’s well-known among them that Steve drives far too slowly for your liking. If you had your way, you would drive everywhere at least 10 over, but Wanda didn’t let you drive much for this exact reason.

“Hey now. Some of us like to follow the law.”

You laugh loudly at this as you grab two more mugs and pour them both a cup of coffee. You set it on the counter in front of them before going to grab the creamer you dropped and sugar. You remember that you haven’t walked Boone yet when he comes to sit in front of you and whine.

“I need to walk Boone real quick, but once I come back I’ll make breakfast.”

Steve is quick to put down his mug and shake his head at you. He’s more than happy to walk Boone while you get started on breakfast. Not only does he get to eat sooner, but this way you don’t get sent outside in the dark.

“I can do it. Bucky can help cook.”

You are about to argue but the brunette is already rounding the counter toward the fridge so you just nod in acceptance.

“Thanks, you two. Bucky can you grab the eggs and bacon?”

When Wanda makes it downstairs, you’re almost done cooking and you appear to be laughing at Steve’s expense. She watches as the blonde tries to get Boone to do a trick for a piece of bacon but he’s being very uncooperative. Steve eventually gives up and throws the bacon in the air for Boone to catch. You shake your head in mock disapproval.

“You spoil him. Now he knows he can get away with not listening to you.”

You realize you’re being slightly hypocritical because you are also a major pushover for your dog. That said, when it really matters, you know that he’ll listen to you and Wanda, hell even the two sitting across from you. You watch as Steve opens his mouth to argue, but he quickly shuts it when he realizes he can’t deny what you said. You’re about to comment when you feel arms wrap around your waist and you turn to see Wanda smiling at you in amusement.

“Like you’re not a total pushover for him too, Y/n.”

You scowl in faux annoyance before trying to shake your wife off. She holds you tighter like you’d wanted her to before she kisses your hair and then neck in apology.

“I know, I know. Whatever.”

Wanda laughs at you before releasing you so you can finish your breakfast. You hand her a plate and a cup of coffee before turning your attention back to your food.

“Thanks for coming over you two. I know it’s early.”

They both just shake their head before claiming that it’s fine. They had been planning on visiting Nat, and hearing that Wanda planned to do the same before you had to go to work was just an excuse to get up earlier. It also saved them a trip since they would have tagged along anyway, just as more of a security detail than friends.

“Not a problem. We need to figure out how Nat let herself get shot.”

Bucky says this as a joke, but at least Wanda and Steve know that he’s being serious. He’s not sure if you catch on. You’re focusing on your food and Boone who’s pawing at your leg. The three of them seemed to jumped to the same conclusion about the incident. After Wanda talks to Pietro and they all talk to Nat, hopefully they’ll have a better idea of what happened.

Once everyone’s finished eating, Y/n runs upstairs to get dressed while Steve runs Boone outside again. Wanda and Bucky wait until they hear you close the door upstairs before turning back to each other.

“So what were you able to find out so far?”

Bucky sighs as he recounts what Clint had told him earlier this morning. He’d also been present and he’d been the one to drag Nat out of there and get her sent to the hospital instead of prison.

“Clint thinks that the cops were there the whole time. They just waited for money to exchange hands before intervening.”

Wanda frowns at this as she considers the significance of this. Clearly Bucky and Steve had come to the same conclusion because the brunette just nods in response to what she says.

“Someone set them up.”

Steve returns first and he immediately notices the tense atmosphere that had settled during his absence. He watches a dark expression pass over Wanda’s face as she considers punishment for whoever was responsible. He hears a door open upstairs so he speaks just loudly enough for Wanda to hear.

“We’ll figure out who’s responsible, Wanda. I swear it.”

She just nods in return before she hears you running down the stairs. She’s always hated how you take them two at a time, but since you’d only fallen once or twice, she didn’t have enough of an argument to make you stop. Your face is slightly flushed and you have you bag and keys in your hand like you’re about to go to work. You look between the trio and it only takes you a second to realize you missed something. You’re not bothered by this right now. You’ll figure out from your wife later.

“I figured we take two cars so I can stay for as long as possible before going to work.”

They all nod as they figure out whose car they’re going to take. Steve walks towards you with his hand out but you just shake your head before clutching your keys to your chest.

“No way, grandpa. I’m driving.”

Part 3

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda maximoff fanfiction #wanda x you #pietro maximoff #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff & reader #yelena belova #yelena belova & reader #mob au #mcu fic

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2022 Bucky Barnes Fic Rec 8

All of them are COMPLETE Series.

masterlist | req masterlist

✨ - fav fics

status - Completed

1. The Winter Ghost by @msmarvelwrites

Bucky x Reader

A Devastating car crash causes you to lose your memory and start over. The only thing left in the wreckage was the horrific nightmares which plagued your mind. If you knew what today would entail you would have just stayed in bed. But you didn’t and because of that, everything you knew was about to change.

2. A Moment of Your Time by @stevesbestgirl

Mob!Bucky x Reader

A soulmate AU where the headstrong reader realizes that she’s meant to love the brutal mob boss of New York City, James Buchanan Barnes. She doesn’t want to be a part of organized crime and she doesn’t want to rely on anyone, but how do you ignore your soulmate?

3. Gunslinger by @ghostofskywalker

Mob!Bucky x Bounty Hunter!Reader

The bitter reality was this: you did what you had to do to survive. And if that meant going head to head with the most feared mob boss of the city, so be it.

4. Code Words by @cinebration

Bucky x Mutant!Reader

Bucky crosses paths with someone who reminds him of his time as the Winter Soldier.

5. Bring Him Back by @tokoyamisstuff

Bucky x Enhanced!Reader

The Winter Soldier gets triggered and you are the only one who’s able to calm him down. You soon realize that even this part of your boyfriend can be soft and caring…

6. Scars by @tokoyamisstuff ✨

Bucky x Reader

Based on the Soulmate Prompt where whatever you write on your skin, it appears on your Soulmate’s.

7. lost and found by @dolcezzasfantasy

TVA Agent!Bucky x 40s!Reader

you are arrested for crimes against the sacred timeline, but there is much more to the tva than you could have ever thought possible.

8. Shameless by @unabashedcandymaker

Bucky x Reader

Filled with Angst, just wanna get that out in the open before you start this endeavor. But it’s also got a lot of smutty goodness, so…tread lightly? Like, mostly smut. Bucky has some serious self-worth issues and Reader is always there for Bucky, in any way he may need her, even if her selflessness is bordering on the line of torturing herself to take care of him, to be anything and everything he needs.

9. You Saved Me by @buckywintersoldierbarnes2017

Bucky x Pregnant!Reader

You find Bucky after the events of ‘Winter Soldier’ have taken place and you help to re-introduce him to the world. Over time you become close and you enter into a relationship. Everything is perfect but on the day you find out you are pregnant with his child Steve Rogers turns up and everything changed.

10. Run Away With Your Footsteps | 2 by @lowkeybxrnes

Bucky x Avenger!Reader

After the events of The Winter Soldier, the reader (an avenger) goes out to find Bucky for Steve. When she finds him, he has his own apartment and trying to live a normal life. He begs her not to tell the captain. She stays to watch over him and they kind of fall in love. Later, Steve finally finds them looking angry because she went MIA.

11. Flowers Bloom by @revengingbarnes

Bucky x Reader Soulmate AU

Whenever someone is injured, flowers bloom on their soulmate at the area of the wound. She is born with flowers around her entire left shoulder.

12. Stepping Up by @i-am-a-closet-fanfic-fiend ✨

Bucky x Reader

When Steve can’t go with you to your cousin’s wedding, he sends Bucky in his place. What happens when more than one person assume you’re dating?

13. Cuddles & Cocoa by @sparklefics

Bucky x Reader College AU

"I take it you’re here cause you read my letter." & "I'm sitting here, with this stupid pen in my hand, and damn I can't believe you have me writing right now."

14. Not The Time by @notimetoblog

Bucky x Doctor!Reader

After not seeing Bucky Barnes in what felt like forever you find yourself with him in the middle of a chaotic situation. Definitely not the time to reminisce about your past with him.

15. Bucky’s Bistro Dates by @wonderlandmind4 ✨

Bucky x Reader

A Bistro owner is witness to Bucky Barnes bad dates.

16. Premonitions by @beckzorz

Bucky x Reader

On Halloween, your clairvoyant niece leads you straight into Bucky Barnes. It could not have gone worse.

16-2. Premonitions 2 by @/beckzorz

Bucky x Reader

It’s been over a year since you met Bucky, and you couldn’t be happier. If only you could figure out why your precognitive niece is burying you in abstract crayon art…

17. No More Sex! by @alphaabucky

Bucky x Reader

and Bucky have a petty little argument, making you frustrated and ending the argument completely saying “fine! Fine! You know what? No physical contact! No nothing for… for 2 months!!”. For the first week it got hard, but then he started playing cruel, teasing games; and you being you can’t help but play a game of your own.

18. What Happens in Vegas by @bionic-buckyb

Bucky x Reader Modern AU

AU Drab Series.

19. Better by @captainscanadian ✨

Doctor!Bucky x Doctor!Reader

Dr. James Barnes has it all: a loving family, caring best friends, and a successful career as one of the best heart surgeons in New York. He has everything he ever wanted his whole life… well, almost everything. One thing he never thought he could ever have was Y/N Y/L/N. She may have been a lot of things, but he loved her because she made him better.

20. Forgotten Love by @thundering-barnes

Bucky x Hydra!Reader

You’re new to the Avengers. In joining the team, there’s a lot that no one yet knows about you. And there’s some unusual tension between you and a certain brunet. Under a pseudonym and with completely fresh start, and background, you hope for a chance at a new life. A better life. But how long will it last before someone figures out the life you’ve hidden away?

21. A Benched Bucky 2 3 4 by @dabblinginmarvel

Bucky x Reader

Due to her health conditions, Bucky is very protective over the girlfriend his team doesn’t know about.

22. All Those Who Wander by @avengerofyourheart

Bucky x Reader Travel AU

After a traumatic injury and honorable discharge from the military, Bucky Barnes finds himself wanting to travel and get lost in some of the most iconic cities of the world. One night he stumbles upon a girl who sparks something inside him and he finds himself following in her footsteps. How far will he go to find her and what will he discover about himself along the way?

23. Some Sunny Day by @tricksters-captain

TFATWS!Bucky x Avenger!Reader

Before the Blip, you and Bucky were close. After you both returning and Tony’s funeral, you decided to go back to your home town to spend time with your family. When duty calls, you return.

24. detectives-in-love by @real-jane

Detective!Bucky x Reader

detective barnes and his partner are the star team at precinct 75. one threat could tear it all apart.

25. Birth of a team by @writingsoftheloser

Bucky x Agent!Reader

When a threat arises into Shield, (Y/n) is called on the case. What happens when she is flanked by none other than Sergeant Barnes?

26. Under Pastel Skies by @redgillan ✨

Writer!Bucky x Artist!Reader

Bucky doesn’t need anyone, especially not a sugar baby. He isn’t that desperate... but she smiles so sweetly and she's endearingly awkward, and he’s so lonely. She’s an artist, a painter, the type of person who always puts others before herself. Throwing caution to the wind Bucky offers her a place to live, a place where she can finally paint whatever her heart desires. He doesn’t need much in return; a friend, a muse.

27. Mr Hollywood by @buckybabybaby

Actor!Bucky x Teacher!Reader

Bucky Barnes, an underpaid teaching assistant in a small English village, dreams of a movie career back in his home country of America. He finally gets the break he’s always wanted, and if it wasn’t for you, his best friend, he wouldn’t have been able to take it.

28. Memories by @the-bau-quinjet

Bucky x Avenger!Reader

You were captured by Hydra. What did they do to your memories?

29. Careful Soldier by @wxntersoldiers

40s!Bucky x Reader

bucky is off to war but someone catches his eye just before he leaves

30. Live Wild by @redgillan

Detective!Bucky x Reader

Reader and her friends are in a store when a group of men come to rob the place. Reader finds a hiding place and call the police. Detective James Barnes will help her through this terrifying situation.

31. Save Me by @espinosaurusrexex ✨

Bucky x Reader College AU

Bucky Barnes has never had it easy, which ultimately turned him into a caveman-like introvert with no desire to see the positive side of life. But what happens when the clumsily charming art student, Y/N, stumbles to his rescue, determined to show Bucky how truly wonderful the world is?

32. i’d never hurt you | 2 by @sunflowersteves

Bucky x Civilian!Reader

you met Bucky in the markets in Bucharest and start dating. What happens when Captain America and the Falcon show up?

33. Unknown Caller by @sagechanoafterdark

Bucky x Reader

You should always answer an Unknown Caller, you never know when it’s important. After a late morning call puts you back on a path you’d long strayed from, you find yourself caught up in old feelings for James Barnes.

34. Summer Plans by @notimetoblog ✨

Bucky x Reader Modern AU

Planning a trip with Bucky takes a turn when someone new comes into his life. Will it all change or can you still manage to have the perfect summer you planned?

35. To Make A Soldier Blush by @justreadingfics

Bucky x Avenger!Reader

You’re a new avenger and you have your own mission to accomplish: making Bucky Barnes blush everytime you see him.

36. Run To You by @bestofbucky

Mob!Bucky x Bodyguard!Reader

Mob boss Bucky Barnes hires you to be his bodyguard.

37. the warmth of winter by @captainsimagines

DBF!Bucky x Reader

You’re home for the holidays after landing your dream job. When your dad’s old army friend stops by for the month, he makes waves immediately. Your little vacation is disrupted… for better or for worse? Nobody has to know.

37-2. the warmth of the future by @/captainsimagines

It’s been two years since you fell in love with Bucky Barnes, and the holidays are just around the corner. With even more love, more friends, and more family in attendance, you and Bucky fully intend to enjoy these days with as little drama as possible. But that’s not always the case with a relationship like yours, is it?

38. Roses by @wlntrsldler

Bucky x Reader

Bucky tells Y/N he’s the Winter Soldier. The next day, he’s taken by the government and that’s the last Y/N sees of him… until they cross paths again. But what if Bucky doesn’t remember her?

39. i hate you but by @buckybarnesthehotshot ✨

Bucky x Avenger!Reader

bucky and y/n can’t stand each other, but y/n needs help with her sister’s kids (enemies to lovers au)

40. Words And Paper by @forever-rogue

Bucky x Lawyer!Reader

Y/N is a brilliant young lawyer who was hired by Tony Stark himself. She didn’t expect half of the things that would happened, but she was sure glad Bucky happened.

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i had to rewatch the end scene when mob saves the cat from getting run over, because i kept wondering what the signifigance of it was and why it turned out so different when the kid walked into the street, and i THINK? I GOT IT NOW?

because while the streetlight was red and he was waiting, he had a little bit of time to think before reacting. he dropped his bag just in time to stop the car with his psychic powers. and once he sees the cat running away safely, he moves to pick up his bag again. but then he doesn't immediately register the light turning green, and only looks up right before the car reaches the kid. but now both his hands are full again since he's also holding the bouquet! and it happens so suddenly that his natural human instincts kick in before his psychic ones. i think he basically pushed the kid out of the way on auto-pilot

in some sad ironic way he might've been able to save both the kid and himself if it wasn't for the cat, and there might be some metaphor here about his whole split-identity-crisis but that's more of a reach. GRANTED I'M ANIME-ONLY so feel free to correct me if there's some other reason for this i couldn't have known about yet, BUT that's what it feels like to me right now and i had to talk about it!!!

#hope this makes sense at all i'm sleepy #leo.txt #mp100 spoilers #shigeo kageyama #mp100 #mob psycho 100

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halfmoondaze · 2 years ago

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Tidal

Series Masterlist

author's note: this is collaboration with @iguessweallcrazyithinktho thank you so much for agreeing with colaborating with me on this fic, I really appreci

Y/N Y/L/N and Jack Harlow were recently spotted last night in New York restaurant with a group of friends, we are guessing they didn’t expect the attention on them.

The singer and rapper were mobbed by a group of eager fans who waited for them outside Carbone restaurant in New York while leaving with a group of friends.

Upon stepping outside the restaurant, it was no longer remained a usual scene, as they were surrounded by paparazzi; and fans hoping to get the perfect shot or a single autograph.

While making their way to their car, one fan got uncomfortably close to Y/N, as she was almost grabbed from behind by an unidentified person as they attempted to kiss her. The fan was quickly pushed away by Jack Harlow who came to her rescue, as he pulled her in front of him as they entered the car.

The video was later posted on Twitter by a user, and it quickly became viral on social media, as fans came to her defense while also reacting to the whole situation.

The following morning, Jack Harlow took to his Twitter account to break his silence regarding last night’s events.

You took a deep breath with your eyes closed as you blocked all the noise around you; and then you opened your eyes and you saw yourself at the mirror reflection. And you were back to reality.

After last night’s accident, you were rushed back to the hotel. Fortunately, after they brough a doctor in, it was determinate that what you were experiencing was a panic attack triggered by being mobbed. And after using a nebulizer, you were finally able to breathe again.

“Y/N your on in 5” you heard someone announce outside.

“You got this” you whispered to yourself.

As you stepped into the stage and heard the crowd go wild, everything else just disappeared and it was only you; as you started singing the opening notes on your song “Cosmico”. Followed by this, you sang two of your current chart toper songs “Extasis” and “Desconectados”.

Then a more introspective section followed, led by your song “Muted Sunrise”, a you belted out the song’s message about self-care. A song that couldn’t be more relatable given the events from yesterday. And when to your surprise, the crowd started singing back the song to you, you couldn’t keep it anymore, as you were touched by the audience and broke down in tears.

“Gracias” you said once you finished the song smiling.

“Te amamos Y/N” the crowd yelled back at you.

Backstage, everyone watched as you walked back with tears running down your face.

A few asked if you were ok to which you replied “yes” with a sweet smile.

Even though that was a beautiful moment, very true deep down you were a bit overwhelmed with what happened the day before. All you wanted was to go back to your hotel room, take a relaxing shower and sleep.

When you made it back to the hotel you wasted no time getting undressed and taking a long hot shower. You let the water envelope your body like a warm hug you so badly needed. When you stepped out of the shower and wrapped the robe around your body, a knock came from your hotel room door.

You walked over to it looking through the peep hole.

On the other side of the door was Jack who was standing in a black New Balance hoodie with his hands ticked in his pocket. The last thing you heard was that everyone was going to dinner, so Jack being at your door was a bit confusing.

You wasted no time opening the greeting the man.

“Hey Jack. What are you doing here? I thought you were going out to dinner?” you asked him.

“I was, but instead I wanted to see if you were ok. Urban told me you were crying when you came off stage. Just wanna make sure you’re ok.”

You smiled at him wanting to make sure you were alright.

“Yeah I’m ok. Just with everything that happened yesterday and my fans singing with me, the tears just started flowing. I couldn’t stop them”

You laughed as you finished hoping it can hide the crack in your voice from Jack.

Unfortunately he heard it. Without warning Jack pulled you into a hug.

You buried your face in his chest taking in his warmth and comforting smell. A few years slipped from your eyes. You got the hug you desperately wanted from someone.

Jack managed to get you over to the bed where you sat down and stayed in his arms for what felt like an eternity.

When you pulled away, you locked eyes with Jack.

“Thank you. I really needed that.”

Jack nodded. “I know.”

You felt Jack’s finger on your check. He wiped a tear away as he began to speak to you.

“You know you’re one of the strongest girls I know. You have gone through a lot, but you still manage to smile through it all. I don’t know how you do it but I admire that about you.”

Jack cupped your face.

You felt warmth grow in your cheeks at his words.

“I know sometimes shit is crazy, but I want you to know I got you. No matter if it’s to defend you from some creeps or if you need a hug or someone to talk to. I am here. Don’t ever think you gotta go through whatever it is alone. I got you.”

Your stomach exploded with butterflies at Jack’s words. No one has ever made you feel the way he has right now. The urge to kiss him came over you and before you knew it your lips were on his.

Jack’s lips were soft as you imagined they would be. As your lips molded with his you felt sparks between you two. You were sure Jack felt it as well seeing how he kept on kissing you.

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backtothefanfiction · 1 year ago

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The Angel In The Garden of Evil | Chapter Six: He's Got A Soul As Sweet As Blood Red Jam

Summary: Peter may seem like a big tough gangster to the rest of the world but he's still that soft boy from Queens underneath it all.

Warnings: 18+ Only, eventual smut (like real soon), slight fluff and jokes, this is mostly plot, character and world building

Word Count: 4.4K

A/N: This is basically just world building and further character development but still does a lot to bridge the gap between our lovers with their one to one dinner date. Expect some more name dropping and greater universe references and a lot of links back to our initial prologue and Peter's origins of friendly neighbourhood super hero to mob boss. Also title comes from the second verse of Lana Del Rey's Off To The Races, wanted to use both lines but it would have been too long. Anyway enjoy!

SIX

Peter had organised Miguel to drop the two of them off at F.E.A.S.T an hour later. The acronym stood for food, emergency, aid, shelter, training. It was a community outreach hub for the homeless or those in need. They had set multiple buildings up across the city under the banner when Peter first switched from being the friendly neighbourhood crime fighting vigilante to being a criminal in his own right. He still wasn’t like all those other guys though. Guys like her Father, Dr Octavious or even Quentin Beck. Whereas all those guys were solely out for themselves, Peter had never forgotten his roots or his mission to help his community. No, he was more like a Robin Hood figure. At least 50% of his annual profit always went back to the people.

And she had been there with him to set the whole thing up. After that first conversation they’d had all those years ago in the darkness of her college dorm room, they went back and forth for hours about what the people really need. Thus F.E.A.S.T was born.

They climbed out of the car and Miles quickly went round to open the trunk, to a mass of pink cake boxes. They quickly began to unload them from the car. Miles held out his arms and Angel stacked one box on top of the other until they were up to his eyeline. She took the final box out of the trunk before closing the boot. She shot a quick look of thanks Miguel’s way before her and Mile’s made their way to the door.

Her fingers quickly rooted around in her blazer pocket for the set of keys Peter had given her, her fingers holding a fob up to the side door of the building. There was a low buzz as the door unlocked and they shuffled their way inside with the boxes.

“Hey Karen.” Angel said, greeting a strawberry blonde woman as she made her way towards the same door her and Mile’s had just come through.

“Hey!” Karen beamed upon seeing her, an arm quickly raising to wrap around Angel’s shoulder. “Where have you been? I haven’t seen you in ages.”

“It’s complicated.” Angel briefly responded. “How’s Matt?”

“Oh, you know how he is, always takes on too many clients and never leaves himself enough time.”

“We’ll have to catch up properly soon.” Angel beamed.

“Yes. We definitely will. Look I’ve gotta run, I’ve gotta get some paperwork over to city hall before they close, but it was great seeing you.” Karen spoke joyfully as she wrapped Angel into her arms once more.

“Yeah, and you.” Angel concluded their conversation as Karen began to make her way to the door, buzzing herself out.

“Okay… so where are we putting these?” Miles asked, motioning to the boxes he was beginning to get frustrated with holding, after all, pink was not his colour.

She rolled her eyes before saying, “This way.” as she began to walk through the familiar halls.

Not much had changed since the last time she had been there. Maybe some of the faces, but she was still surprised to see so many familiar ones. Particular Nurses who saw patients with doctors in special designated consultation rooms, all paid for by the Benjamin Parker foundation, little kids who enjoy coming and hanging out in the rec rooms recognising her, smiling and waving as she passed them.

“Hi, Angel.”

“Hi.” she’d say back.

“Hi, Angel.”

“Hi!” It was like that all the way down to the food hall. A large canteen that served regular hot meals for anyone in need, whether you were living on the streets, struggling for money or simply had no idea how to cook. It was a bustling hub of life and community. Mothers talking over cups of coffee as their kids bonded and played together. Newly divorced men looking for someone to talk to and sharing a table with those who called the streets their home as they swapped life stories. It was her favourite place in the world and her proudest achievement in life.

They set the boxes down on a free table along the back wall, opening them up to display the fresh goods. There was a sudden thud to her side as a small girl collided with her thigh, her small arms reaching to wrap around her waist.

“Angel!” the girl beamed, “You came back.”

Angel recognised the young girl immediately. She had grown a fair bit since she had last seen her at the shelter. “Of course I did.” Angel beamed as her arms instinctively wrapped around her. “Look how much you’ve grown.” Angel commented.

“Look, I’ve got a loose tooth.” The girl said proudly as she used her fingers to pull down her lower lip and show it off.

“Oh wow. You make sure you take good care of it and that it gets to the tooth fairy okay, yeah?”

“I will.” she beamed before she ran off back towards her mother who politely smiled and waved in her direction from her seat at one of the tables.

“Wow, you really know everyone here.” Miles interjected as she continued to watch the young girl as she joined another little girl at a smaller coloring table.

“Believe it or not Miles, this used to be my livelihood. I used to come down and spend so many of my days here helping out. Veronica was actually born here.” She said motioning to the little girl who kept looking back and smiling at her.

“You don’t say.” Miles said with a smile as he finally began to relax.

“It’s my favourite place in the world.” she said fondly. “Come on, I’ll give you the proper tour.”

They walked around the halls together as she gave him the grand tour of all three floors. As well as the already mentioned doctor’s rooms, cafeteria, common rooms and childrens playrooms, there were counselling suites and consultation rooms for legal advice. The second floor had a community hall with regular classes from toddler groups to self defence lessons. The whole top floor was dedicated to the homeless project that provided emergency beds for those rough sleeping whether on site there at the hub or being relocated to one of the apartment buildings they had bought out as temporary accommodation until they could get their feet back on the ground.

They sat and talked to people in the communities, helped out staff where they could and overall tried to inject some light into people's lives amongst the darkness.

“Hey.” a familiar voice said behind her as Veronica, who had just come and given her a picture she had drawn for her, ran back to the coloring table.

“Heeyy!” she beamed softly as she turned around to find her husband.

His hand tenderly braced itself against her lower back and she couldn’t help but melt into his warm touch. She had become so wrapped up in what she was doing, she had almost completely forgotten everything else that had come to pass. The way that everyone had opened their arms to her made her feel like the last three years had never happened, let alone the last 4 hours she had spent there.

“I went back to May’s apartment but you weren’t there.”

“No.” she smiled fondly.

The whole moment felt so domestic, reminding him of days gone by where he would pick her up on Friday afternoons, a moment for him to show his own face and see all of the hard work that was continuing to be carried out with his money. He turned his head around the room looking for Miles, only to find him sitting on a tiny chair next to a little boy on a purple bean bag, playing with the new playstation that had recently been acquired.

“I’m assuming all of the baked goods are gone?” he asked, attempting to keep civil conversation and find good ground between them.

“Actually I think there might be a cupcake or two still in there if you want one.”

They smiled fondly at one another. He had to admit, despite all of the shit he ended up being involved with on a day to day basis, whenever he came back here, seeing families and communities thrive, it made it all worth it,

“You ready to get out of here and go for that dinner?” He asked softly.

She silently nodded as she found herself suddenly drowning in his honey brown eyes. Those soft eyes. The ones he used to look at her with back when they first met. Back when he would sneak into her dorm room. His gaze would soften like molten honey, a sickly sweet sensation always pulling her in as he told her how beautiful she was, his Angel. “Yes.” she finally said slowly, finding her voice. It was barely audible above the noise of the room, but she knew he heard it.

“Yo, Miles!” Peter hollered across the room to him, causing the younger gentleman’s ears to prick up, his head turning slightly, but his eyes never left the screen. “You’re free, man, go home.”

“Yeah, okay, just a minute!” he called back, “I just gotta win this race.”

“Nu uh.” the young boy next to him replied before Miles playfully bumped the kids shoulder with his own.

Angel couldn’t help but let out a small giggle at the exchange as she grabbed her blazer off the back of a chair as they left.

When they got out onto the street Angel had expected to find Miguel outside waiting for them, but instead her eyes came to rest on a black Maserati she recognised from her quick glance across the garage in their rush the night before. “Where’s Miguel?” she asked as Peter began to make his way towards the car, opening the passenger door for her.

“I’ve got him out running an errand with Harry.” he replied as she stepped past him to slide herself into the passenger seat. “Plus, I want tonight to be just about us.” He said, his head bending down to look at her through the door frame.

“Okay, duly noted.” she replied with a curt smile before he closed the door on her. “So does that mean we’re gonna get through a whole evening without interruptions?” She asked when he climbed into the driver's seat on the other side.

He shuffled slightly in his seat before reaching into the inside pocket of his blazer for his phone making a show of putting it on aeroplane mode before handing it to her for safe keeping. She pursed her lips, attempting to keep a straight face as she looked down at the phone now turning around in her fingertips, trying not to let on how big of a deal that was for the two of them.

“So where are we going?” she asked as he clicked his seatbelt into place before starting the car up with a loud rev of the engine for good measure. She had no doubt he was showboating, trying to impress.

“Oh, now that would ruin the surprise.” he said as he quickly revved the car and sped away.

*****

They arrived 10 minutes later outside a restaurant on the upper east side called the Lemon Grove. The whole front of the building was lit with fairy lights and vines filled with fake lemons. They got out of the car and Peter tossed his keys to a waiting valet before his now free hand rested comfortably at the small of her back as he guided her to the restaurant door.

“Hi, good evening, welcome to the Lemon Grove, do you have a booking with us this evening?” a gentleman, who looked to be nearing his forties asked.

“Yes, there should be a table for two under Parker.” Peter said.

The maître d' scanned his list before saying “ahh yes, here it is. If you’d like to follow me this way.” he encouraged them as he held out a hand for them to follow him.

He led them through the bustling restaurant and over to a table tucked away to the back. He moved to pull out a chair for Angel but Peter quickly cut him off, “It’s okay, I’ve got it.” he said, wanting to make a show of putting in the effort with her after their fight earlier on he was still trying to make up for.

“Okay.” the maître d' said as he took a step back.

When Peter had stepped back around to the other side of the table and began taking his seat the maître d' stepped forward again to place the menus on either side of the table in front of them.

“Thank you.” Angel smiled, as Peter tucked his chair in.

“Can I get either of you a drink? Or would you like to take a moment to look at the wine list?” The maître d' asked, motioning to the smaller menu already on the table.

Before she had had a chance to say anything Peter hastily grabbed the wine list, scanning it over, before ordering them a bottle of an Italian Cabernet from Tuscany.

“Coming right up, sir.” The maître d' said before walking away and leaving them to their table.

“You still love Italian food right?” Peter asked her as they both reached for their menus to start gazing over the cuisine.

“Would you hate me if I actually said I’d gone off it.” she deadpanned from behind her menu, causing him to freeze. “I mean, living in Italy for just over two years…” she continued, seeing how far she could push him and make him squirm. She watched over the top of her menu as he swallowed uneasily. “I’m kidding Pete.” she quickly said as he met her eyes, a smile creeping across her face.

“Don’t do that.” he quickly shook his head at her, but he couldn’t hide from her the small quirk in the corner of his lip at realising he’d been had. “No.” he continued, trying to brush it off.

“What? Spider boy can’t take a joke anymore?” she teased as she fought with the grin that wanted to take over her whole face.

“Oh no, I can take a joke.” he quickly interjects, looking to cover himself.

“Yes, of course.” she mockingly nods as he continues to get a hold of himself.

“It’s just, not often that I am the victim to them.”

“Okay.” she smirked as she continued to nod, her eyes turning back to the menu in front of her as she scanned the list of foods.

It was at that point she realised she hadn’t really eaten since their breakfast meeting this morning.

“What is it?” he quickly asked, noticing the sudden furrow to her brow, an air of concern taking over his whole body.

“Nothing, it’s nothing.” She hastily responded, not wanting him to stress or feel like matters were worse than they were, as if either of them still weren’t somewhat on alert after the events of the past 24 hours, an unconscious paranoia just waiting to take over. “I just realised I haven’t eaten since breakfast.”

“Oh.” he interjected quietly as he began to settle again.

They sat in silence for a moment as they continued to scan the menu, that unspoken paranoia sitting heavily in the middle of the table between them after his reaction that neither was sure how to shift.

“So do you know what you want?” he asked, clearing his throat slightly and breaking up the silence between them.

He watched for a moment as she flicked back and forth between pages. “Yes… no… maybe?” He can’t help but be warmed by the small questioning look on her face, one eyebrow twitching higher than the other, her head tipping slightly as she muddled over the different options in her head. It was the same look she used to get when he would watch her study for a test or when she was struggling to work something out for her thesis, back when she was still at college.

A waiter came over with their drinks and it made Peter smile when she didn’t even look up from the menu, but still reached for the glass the moment it had been sat down, swiftly bringing it to her lips and taking a sip.

“Do we know what we’d like to order this evening?” The waiter asked as he stood patiently next to the table.

Peter was about to ask for him to give them another moment when she closed the menu and sat it down in front of her. There was a pause as if to check she really was ready, when she said. “Off you go.” tipping her head to encourage Peter to place his order, as she once again brought her wine glass coily to her lips.

“Are we doing starters?” Peter quickly questioned her, an old habit suddenly popping into his head.

“Peter, just order.” she replied, but he could see the quirk of her lip and recognised the sudden dark gaze to her eye and knew she was up to something.

“Okay…” he hesitantly said, his head turning towards the waiter. “We’ll take the calamari and a portion of arancini to share for starters.” he began, his eyes quickly glancing back to his date for confirmation she was okay with this. She merely raised her eyebrows as she sank back in her seat, wine glass still poised in her hand, the tiniest tilt to her head encouraging him on. “Then for mains, I’ll take the sea bass…” he paused, flashing her another glance and her eyebrows rose higher still, encouraging him to surprise her and order for her. He quickly scanned back over the menu before him, re-familiarising himself with it. He smiled to himself. “She’ll have the parmigiana di melanzane, a portion of bruschetta and a small caprese salad on the side.” He said with perfect pronunciation as he ordered her a selection of their starters for her to pick and choose from like an Italian version of tapas. Once she had laid down the gauntlet he had felt her tense slightly, worrying whether or not he’d order the right thing, but upon making the order, he could feel her energy begin to relax, a smile forming on her lips again.

“Is that everything, sir?” the waiter asked.

“Yes, I think it is.” Peter said with a smile dismissing the waiter who quickly took their menus from them before heading to the kitchen with their order.

There was a pause between them as Peter took a sip of his wine and they tried to work out what to talk about.

“How’s your shoulder?” Peter asked her as she folded her hands into her lap.

“It’s okay. A little tender but, it’s fine.” Her fingers automatically reached for the shoulder in question but quickly lowered her hand back into her lap.

“How bad was the house?” she asked. Peter noticed there was a slight hesitancy to her question, as if it pained her to think about.

“It’s gonna take a bit of work but-”

“Do you think we’ll be able to go back there, or will we need to sell it?”

Her question seemed to answer her previous hesitancy. It had been their house, their home. The place they had picked out together, decorated together. Lived in together. They’d always seen it as their forever home. The place to raise kids one day. Maybe get a dog. Hold large family events in the backyard. They’d tried so hard to keep it separate from everything else and now that privacy had been violated.

He was silent for a moment as he considered his response. “I won’t lie… it might have to be a possibility.” He watched her closely as she exhaled the breath she had been holding, the usual twinkle in her eye fading as the reality of their situation took over once more. “But until-”

“I know.” she said, not needing him to finish his sentence, her own mind already completing it for her. ‘Until the Vulture had been taken care of, they wouldn’t even be able to consider the house safe enough to go home.’

“So what do we do?” she asked. “I mean we can’t very well keep staying at May’s.” she noted.

Peter was silent for a moment as he looked down at the table in front of him. He had that face on him, she noted, the one where he had something planned but didn’t want to let on that he in fact had a plan.

He was saved by the arrival of their starters, the food being placed down in the middle of the table for them both to pick at.

“Thank you.” Angel said politely to the waiter as he quickly made his retreat, leaving them alone once more.

“Oh my god.” she sighed as she took a bite out of one of the arancini balls with a groan of satisfaction. “That’s amazing.”

Peter’s face changed to one of pleasant surprise as he placed one into his mouth and confirmed his wife's reaction by having a similar one, his own humm of satisfaction vibrating his lips as he chewed.

“So is it as good as the stuff in the actual country or…?” he asked as they moved on to the calamari.

“Not bad.” she confirmed as she finished her mouthful. “I made friends with this lovely old woman who lived down the road from the house and she used to make the best meatballs I have ever tasted. She had just that right ratio of tomato and garlic and she’d slow cook them so they just melted in your mouth.” Angel gushed.

“Now I’m glad I didn’t order the meatballs.” Peter smiled. “With a description like that I don’t think they could have compared and I would have spent the whole meal feeling disappointed with my food, dreaming about these mouthwatering, slow cooked-”

She giggled, a blush forming on her cheeks as she took another sip of wine as he jokingly continued to use as many adjectives as he knew to describe a plate of meatballs he would never ultimately have.

“Oh no, I’m serious.” he continued with a smirk, “I’m gonna call Miguel right now, get him to tell them to get a jet ready so we can fly to Italy to this mysterious magical Nona who cooks the best meatballs and we will do nothing else until-”

“How are you gonna do that, when I have your phone?” she teased back.

“Fine then, you call Miguel.”

“Peter.” she giggled and chastised. He loved it when he could make her blush. Make her forget about everything else. Take them back to their youth. Quiet rainy afternoons, wrapped up in each other's arms on that small single bed.

“Okay, okay.” he conceded with a smile.

“What do you wanna do about your Father’s house?” he asked her as their main courses arrived, her three smaller plates being laid out strategically in front of her by the waiter. Peter watched as she quietly thanked him before switching the order of the plates once the waiter's back was turned. It made Peter’s stomach turn, a sickly sweet feeling that sent tingles to the joins of his jaw that made him quickly turn his head to his own plate before him, inner conflict returning as his brain remembered the question he’d just asked and all of their recent history began to drive a wedge between them once more.

“Sell it.”

“You sure?” he questioned. It had been the home she had grown up in.

“There’s nothing left for me there.” she said as she lifted a fork full of salad into her mouth.

“Did you wanna go back and sort through anything?”

“No.” she adamantly shook her head.

“Okay.” he silently nodded and agreed. “We can put all the money back into the foundation if you want. Maybe set up another hub in the city?” he asked, trying to chip away at the wall she seemed to just put up at the mention of her Father.

She paused as she lowered her cutlery. “Peter, can I ask you something?” Peter’s own hands froze either side of his plate as he gave her his full attention. “Do you ever wonder if you made the right choice?”

“What do you-”

“I mean all this.” she gestured with her hand between them. “If you hadn’t given up the suit and the mask… do you think things would have been different?”

“I think…” he paused as he tried to comprehend her question. To think of the life they would have had if he had continued to be the Spider-Man, not whatever he was today, “I think we wouldn’t have much money. I think we’d have ended up living in a shoe box apartment somewhere in Queens, still sneaking around behind your father’s back.” She quietly sipped on her wine as she listened to his thoughts. “I think a lot of people's lives would be harder because they wouldn’t have the hubs to go to when they are in need.”

“That’s not what I mean.” she quietly said as her arms came to rest on the table, her fingers reaching out to him.

“You mean, do you think he would have let you stay?”

There was silence between them. Peter watched as she slowly removed her hand from where it had reached out across the table towards him. Reached out for him, to bridge that gap that had grown between them. But he couldn’t do it. Couldn’t touch her. Couldn’t be reminded what it felt like to feel her soft skin against his.

The two of them remained silent, unable to finish their food. The weight of everything that had been or even could have been already enough for their brains to process, let alone the last of their food in front of them.

When the waiter asked if they’d like to look at the dessert menu, Peter waved him off. He instead quickly settled the bill with a generous tip and they both left.

They waited quietly side by side at the edge of the street for the car to be brought around.

“I’m sorry.” she finally blurted out as her arms closed tightly around her with the evening chill. “I shouldn’t have said anything.” she added more quietly as the car revved to a stop in front of them.

The driver quickly got out, handing Peter the keys before stepping towards the passenger door to open it.

“Get in the car.” Peter instructed softer than she expected. “There’s something I want to show you.”

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