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inklore · 2 years ago

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spellblind

premise: there’s a long list of reasons why peter should ignore the dark thoughts in his head, but none of those reasons gets him you.

pairing: dark!peter parker x bestfriend!reader

word count: 1.7k

warnings: eighteen+ content, noncon, this is dark as hell so please mind the tags babes, hypnotism, unprotected p in v, creampie, au since spider man don’t got hypno powers but also this is set after no way home, slight obsessed!peter, one sided love, oral sex, marking, mentions of captivity.

etc: this is my first time writing for mcu!peter and i made it dark and messed up, this is shocking to no one lmaosjsj.

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There’s a part of Peter that knows this is wrong—a section of his brain that is waving red flags and flashing lights telling him to stop, to not let anything go as far as where the dark recesses of his mind are tempting him to.

He’s Peter Parker. The friendly neighborhood spider-man, he should know better—does know better. Was taught right from wrong and always does the right thing. Always stays on that path of golden behavior even when it lands him with blood and bruises, or flat on the concrete.

He’s always playing the good guy; is the good guy, the best guy. This doesn’t make him a bad guy, the worst guy…he didn’t even mean for it to happen. This hadn’t been his intention when he had asked you over tonight.

A simple movie date with his best friend turning into something else entirely.

Something out of his control.

And it wasn’t really his fault. His powers were ever changing, new things being discovered, his body mutating and becoming more insect than man.

Simple interests becoming urges. Simple thoughts and kind acts finished with an ‘but what do I get in return, shouldn’t I be rewarded for saving lives?’ In those newly dark parts of his mind.

He had thought it was just exhaustion. Saving the city, getting his G.E.D and trying to make money to stay in a cheap apartment was easier envisioned than exercised.

He had thought these new dark feelings were nothing a drink at the bar a couple of blocks down, or hanging out with you—his only friend and neighbor—couldn’t fix.

But now he’s realizing that was furthest from the truth, as those dark thoughts have his knee bouncing, fingers tingling for all the wrong reasons; to reach out and touch parts of you he’s only dreamt about. Fantasized about late at night.

One minute you were looking into his eyes laughing at the rom com on his cheap tv, and the next you were still as a board, expression slack, unresponsive. Body compliant as Peter easily shook you to get you to come too.

It was as if you were hypnotized.

As if his thought—as the two of you held eye contact—dark and bitter had manifested itself into his eyes going dark, mind buzzing. Peter coming to to you in this state.

A state that sends him in a panic; until it doesn’t.

Until the dark thoughts win and he’s thinking perverse thoughts that make his cheeks burn hot and cock grow hard against his jeans. Thoughts he shouldn’t be having, shouldn’t be entertaining.

But he’s wanted you for so long.

Longed for you even longer; watching you through his peephole when he was too scared to say hi, cheesy jokes exchanged as the two of you got your mail, both elements soon forming into a tight friendship he doesn’t know what he would do without. He’s already lost so much.

There had been many times he could have confessed his feelings, professed his crush that quickly turned into something stronger—something aching and dreadful each time you didn’t see it. Didn’t get the hint. Ignored all the signs. Dated other people; guys who were no good and only hurt you.

Peter would never hurt you.

He’d treat you the way you deserved to be treated: like a damn goddess.

If only you’d give him a chance.

But maybe he was done waiting. Waiting for something that may never come. Maybe this was his only way of having you. Maybe this was a sign that he should at least know what it’s like to be with you, this way, any way.

Peter tries to make a con list in his head. A list of why he shouldn’t be thinking like this—why he shouldn’t do this.

He really tries to ignore those dark thoughts, fighting tooth and nail against his mind….but you look so pretty in that dress, the dip in the summer fabric showing just the right amount of cleavage.

And it’s like a moth to a flame because the next thing he knows his palm his cupping you. The pad of his thumb running over your nipple, his eyes flashing to yours to see if you react but there’s nothing. No signal or indication that lets him know you’re coherent.

It should stop him, but it does the opposite.

As he pulls down the top of your dress, your bra going with it. Putting your chest on full display to him. A hard swallow bobbing his throat as he stares, mouth watering. Jaw ticking in want, driving him to lean forward and wrap his lips around your nipple. To moan and suck and bite at the sensitive flesh, his eyes rolling in the back of his head as he kneads your other breast with his palm. Switching back and forth between the two.

Your skin feeling so soft and delicate against his tongue.

He leaves stray kisses and saliva covered bruises along them. Doesn’t care that you’ll come too later and see them. He wants you to see them, to wonder, to think that they could be from him.

The thought of you walking around carrying marks from him making his cock throb even more; to the point of pain.

That’s why he lays you down on the couch. That’s why he pulls your dress up, why he presses his nose to your underwear and inhales, runs his tongue against the outside of them. Hooks a finger in them and pulls them to the side to reveal your pussy.

A hungry noise hitting the back of his throat when he dives into you, letting his mouth and tongue eat you out with vigor. Memorizing the way you feel against him, the way you taste, the way he groans each time he swallows you down.

When he feels your entrance clench around the tip of his tongue, he has to move back from your body, has to make sure you’re still out of it.

Smirking with the knowledge that he can still make your body come like this. That the two of you can still be connected this way, even with you in this state. Your body still gives yourself over to him. Still opens for him when he pushes his fingers inside of you, your walls quivering around them.

He could get addicted to this. To having his mouth on your pussy, to finger fucking you hard as he runs his throbbing cock against the seam of his jeans, as he makes you come without you even stirring.

And as Peter sits up, as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, staring down at your body; open legs, thighs covered in your own wetness, underwear thrown to the side, dress pushed up and pulled down, your boobs still on display for him—how could he not fuck you?

He has to. Needs to.

Thinks he might go insane if he doesn’t. If he doesn’t live out his fantasies and finally know what you feel like. Finally fuck you instead of his fist.

So with hesitation still the farthest from his being, he makes quick work with unbutton his pants, pulling himself out and giving himself a few deft strokes before he lets the tip of his cock run through your lips. Mouth hung open at how beautiful the sound is.

A gasp torn from his lungs when he finally pushes inside of you, when your warmth finally engulfs him.

“Oh my god,” you’re so tight, so warm, so wet. He can barely stand it. Can barely catch his breath as he presses his face into your neck, trying to breathe. Trying to not come inside of you so soon. How can something feel this good?

How can something look this beautiful with his cock inside of it and it be wrong?

It can’t. It just can’t.

With his fingers digging into the couch cushion, breaths heavy and groans tumbling from them; he starts to move. Can’t restraint himself from setting a hard rhythm of his hips slapping the insides of your thighs as he fucks you. Your tits bouncing against his chest, body perfect and pliant against him.

“You feel so good, oh my–“ Peter whimpers. Presses his mouth to yours, finally kissing you after all these years. Finally pushing his tongue inside of your mouth, moaning against it, taking another part of you. Making it his. Marking you with bites left on your lower lip, and sucks on the side of your neck.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he’s chanting. As if you can hear him, as if you’ll ever know he’s fucking you. Losing complete control inside of you, your walls gripping him so deliciously he wants to scream. Wants to fill every one of your holes. To not let you leave his apartment until you’re dripping his come from all of them; until you’re stretched and raw from him going so many rounds with your comatose body. “Forgive me.” He kisses your lips, runs his tongue along yours, “I love you, I need it–couldn’t control it. It’s,” he swallows, “it’s too good.”

He wants to hold off longer. To keep fucking you until his cock is raw, but he’s coming before he knows it.

A strangled sob against your cheek as he fills you up. As he continues slow languid thrusts even after he’s spent, the sensitivity only adding to the darkness of the weight of what he just did. The squelch of his come and your wetness louder than his heavy breaths.

Once his breath finally goes back to normal, once his thrusts stop, he pushes himself up to look down at you; to see his come leaking from your pussy and staining his couch. Your chest and neck marred by him, lip having the smallest of cuts on it from how hard he bit you in his lust fueled fury.

You look just as beautiful as ever, if not more now that there’s remnants of him inside and outside of you.

He got what he needed. Finally fucked his best friend, finally showed you how much he loves you.

But…his cock is still hard, and you’re still unresponsive.

There’s no reason why he shouldn’t get his fill of you. You have two other holes that need his attention.

Maybe he’ll keep you like this. That way you can be his forever.

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where-dreamers-go · 2 years ago

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"Halloween Mission" Connor x Reader

(Imagine: Connor searching for you when your phone's battery dies.)

(A/N: This got out of hand and is basically an insert reader. Guess this is my first one with rk800!

Warnings: none. Unless you count a mild reference to Assassin's Creed.

Word Count: ?? I'm on my phone.)

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Of all nights, it was Halloween.

People were trick or treating, going to parties, working late shifts, causing mischief, eating candy, and a list of over fifty activities.

Connor had thought of them all and more unsavory ones. He had hoped that this year would be calm in the city. A big hope, but his nonetheless.

Deviancy tended to do that. Emotions.

Along with deviancy came new experiences and friendships. You were both of those surprises for Connor.

A friendship that may have started oddly, however neither of you would trade a second of it. Connor valued you as a friend. He cared. He could talk to you about anything. He trusted you.

Halloween night he worried.

Already knowing you were joining other friends to an event, Connor didn't want to interrupt your fun. Yet, you sent him photos throughout the night nonetheless. That wasn't the problem.

The issue arose when his texts were left unread. A promise of another set of photos was left empty. Your voicemail being the only reply Connor could receive.

He waited fifteen minutes. After that he checked to see your location via your phone. Nothing. No update.

Thirty minutes later, Connor was passing the third long line of guests as they waited to board an attraction.

In his life, he had not scanned so many faces in such a short amount of time.

Connor needed to find you. In a place that crowded, there was no telling what could have happened to you.

Hopefully nothing, Connor thought. This could be a sign of overreacting. He shouldered passed a group of people dressed as hooded assassins.

"Need help, man?" One of them asked.

"No, no, no." Another said with a grin and then said dramatically, "he's on a mission. He's got a contract."

The friend bumped the other and rolled their eyes.

Connor decided to amuse them. To add to their fun target than load them with his worry. Smirking, Connor backed away saying, "I always accomplish my mission."

Leaving the excited chatter behind him was one of his many steps. The event space was large. It was a challenge he didn't hesitate to take.

He eyed an enthusiastic crowd in front of a live band and hesitated.

They said they were thinking of skipping--

His thoughts were interrupted by a voice. Connor turned around.

"Connor!" You called out in surprise and relief.

The android ran up to you without delay. "Are you alright? You didn't answer your phone and your location was offline--"

"The battery died."

"What?" He looked bewildered.

"I had it charged, but that new app sucked it up." You grabbed his hand, cool to the touch. "I'm sorry. I'm fine though. A little cold maybe, but I'm glad to see you."

Connor gave your hand a light squeeze.

"Did you... I freaked you out, didn't I?" You asked, frowning. "I'm sorry."

"It's alright. I....admittedly thought the worst." Connor sighed. "You said how your friends were going on a ride without you and I wasn't.... comfortable with the idea of you being alone. Here."

"But you're here now."

He nodded. Sheepish in your presence. A little too aware of how you still held his hand.

"We can't waste your ticket, right?" You smiled, hopeful.

"Right." Connor matched your smile. "Where would you like to go?"

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starlostseungmin · 2 years ago

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— MIDNIGHT RAIN IN PARIS, HHJ.

pairing: idol!hyunjin x gn!reader

genre: angst with happy ending, fluff & exes to lovers trope

warnings: profanity, mentions of alcohol, kissing and break-ups, lmk if i missed something, not proofread.

word count: 6.4k +

notes: i happen to change the title, i had it fit on taylor swift's midnight rain. lmao, hope you guys love it! please don’t send in requests because i’m not taking any right now and if you wish to see more of this posts please reblog, leave your feedbacks and put tags alright? thank you very much love ♡

Him.

Certain words could describe what he’s like.

A fresh clean white canvas that was slowly enamored with paint. A combination of red and black, sometimes they’re just two different colors but when they’re mixed, it’s going to be dark red. Can be burgundies, like the color of the wine and that lipstick some people use. An attractive color for a lot. It screams passion and love, just the way how his views reflect on them.

He can be that one book from the bookstore which belongs to the new arrivals and romance as its genre. His pages are neat as the words used by the author are aesthetically pleasing and good to read. The smell of it is addicting which makes a bookworm satisfied. A scent that could bring joy and temptation to claim it as theirs.

Maybe that one pair of suits from that one famous shop in Paris that was neatly designed and tailored, exclusively to be used on a special occasion.

Or that one song you hear from a famous singer that describes how loving him feels like.

You just look at him that way. A lot of things remind you of him, but he never knew you. He is famous in his career and you were just another writer who wanted to claim their dream to reality. Here you are in Paris, looking for inspiration, and might as well take it as your holiday from work. You know it doesn’t happen every day, but you were hoping to see just a glimpse of him when you knew he’ll be there too.

Love and a short history would let fate decide what will happen. You rarely believed that luck is on your side, that, it always gives you good things to look forward to when something significant has been painted on your pathway. The things you wanted to happen don’t always happen. Probably had yourself considered as unlucky but things might turn upside down when it comes to certain points in life.

Definitions, descriptions, comparisons, personifications, metaphors, and similes, a few more figures of speech to make it longer. Or is it just him who can make you write words that are simply out of this world? When in love, probably yes, he is your favorite person after all.

The city lights illuminated the place as the sounds of people from everywhere bustled around the area. His camera clicks whenever he spots something beautiful in his eyes. It was another merry night in Paris, lots of tourists were hanging out beneath the Eiffel tower at night. Others tend to eat inside the restaurants and the rest just go, enjoying the view while taking pictures. The usual sight with couples everywhere, a marriage proposal perhaps, or just those who came alone, hoping to find their significant other in a such romantic place. But Hyunjin begs to differ.

His camera falls gently to his stomach with its strap supporting it around his neck. It was getting late and still, there were a lot of people who wanted to stay. Felix left him for baguettes down the street with only his camera and a small bag, hanging on his shoulder. He started to walk away, he thought he had captured enough to fill his new film rolls. The amount of excitement that was painted on his smile is pure, but he is sure something is missing.

Clicking a button, Hyujin fixated his gaze on the imagines being plastered on the small screen. The scenery, the subtle imagines of the crowd, the tower itself, and the city lights were all beautiful. He tried to take a picture again and had the focus on a certain object when you accidentally walked past by. A beige coat, black trousers, and a white turtleneck are a trend. It’s not hard to recognize you, that sparkle in your eyes and perfectly crafted smile, how could he forget? Hyunjin had to put his camera down again, he wanted to make sure… it is you. There you stood upon noticing and recognizing him, the famous idol you once loved. And the person you broke up with a year ago.

He was stunned seeing you for the first time after a while. Memories flooding back, the things you did together, the pain and heartbreak, the happiness and joy, they were all worth it when you were still together. Yet, everything doesn’t last forever. There’s nothing in this world that doesn’t have a due date, unless you wanted more, you could always get a new one. But it won’t replace the thing you had for the very first time.

“Y/n…” He called as his voice sounded like a whisper.

He caught your attention the moment you saw that familiar camera he always brings. The one he used to take pictures of sceneries and other things he find beautiful. He could have clicked the snap button when he realized you were standing a few meters away, but to his shock, he couldn’t. Hyunjin didn’t know how to act. You didn’t say anything and smiled, it made his heartbeat go at a faster pace. He didn’t know what to do, he could hate Felix for leaving him behind for some freaking baguettes but he is also thankful he won’t be able to ruin a reminiscing moment he is having right now.

“Yo! They’re having a sale at the bakery!” Felix exclaimed out of nowhere, checking everything he got in his paper bag, not bothering to pay attention to the tension you and Hyunjin have. “I got you baguettes and一oh,” He said, stopping in his tracks. “Hi, Y/n!”

“Hey,” You smiled timidly.

“It is unexpected to see you around here! How have you been?” Felix said, eyes full of smile as he came towards you for a hug.

“I’m doing good,” You chuckled, hugging him back. “How are you guys? I heard you were preparing for a comeback?”

“Yeah,” Felix grinned, pulling away. “We’re just here for a break and a few activities, Hyunjin loves Paris, you know?” He smirked as you smiled at him.

“Felix,” Hyunjin called as he remained standing there, Felix had stolen the spotlight but that was his fault for being frozen on his spot.

“What? Can’t I speak to your ex about you?” But Hyunjin rolled his eyes and walked away. A sigh escaped from your lips when Felix gave you an apologetic smile, bowed a little out of respect, and went to fetch his friend. “Bro, why did you leave? That was your chance to have a closure with Y/n!”

“Not today,” He shrugged, as he continued to walk.

You stared at a blank document on your laptop for a few hours now. Hyunjin can’t seem to get out of your head after what happened earlier this evening. It was past midnight, and the view from your window of the city is still beautiful, but some lights were already turned off. You were supposed to stay in Paris for a couple of weeks as per business matters. Being a writer in a famous book publishing company isn’t a joke and you wanted to impress your boss with your writing. Still, Hyunjin has been a distraction.

The cursor just kept on blinking, waiting for you to write something that should be the start of another chapter of your novel. You were unsure what to write though the storyline has already started. Maybe because of the back pain you’ve been suffering every time you sit for hours, writing romance or it was just Hyunjin who ignored you after a short while of a meeting? The pajamas were comfortable and the headband kept your hair from falling on your face. The anti-radiation glasses help too yet you keep focusing on the random details you have in your hotel room. Not the story.

“Hyunjin,” You said. “Hwang Hyunjin,”

A harsh sigh escaped your lips, groaning at the fact you have seen him again a year after your breakup. You wanted to talk to him, really, but how he acted after Felix came hurt you. It felt like you were pierced through the heart and were left without aid. But it was so much more than that when you two broke up. He is an idol, and you were just you, a person who wanted to live their dream like him. You wanted him to be part of your dream. A writer who wanted to be known like him as he was making his name in the industry along with his member. But things grew apart, love became a heartbreak. You were the stars that shine bright in the night and he was the raindrops that caused the cold, soaking the papers wet making the ink smudges on them and words unable to be read.

You were hurt, but his dream is more important than your relationship. All the good things you wanted for him, happened. You wanted him to be happy and so, you let him go.

After a year of not seeing him, you thought everything is good, with no feelings or sadness. You might have heard his name on several news and read articles about how famous they are, but you ignored it. Not even expecting him and Hyunjin to be in the same place as you are. Maybe fate did it on purpose.

Coughing on the thoughts of it, they were followed by hiccups. How dare he showed up and Felix acted as if there was nothing to talk about?

You shake your head, it doesn’t matter anyway.

You closed your laptop gently and stared out the window, admiring the view of the city after midnight. No words were being produced by your brain and you have to take a while to process them into paragraphs. And maybe an evening stroll a few hours ago wasn’t enough to take the motivation to write something. But there’s only one messing with your head, Hwang Hyunjin.

That was the first night.

The next morning, Hyunjin was busy looking at the photos he captured last night. Felix was busy munching his waffles but still took a few glances at his distracted friend, unable to take a bite of his breakfast. His mouth was full as he watch him with a serious face and brows knitted together. Felix could only sigh and continued to eat but still, Hyunjin didn’t even bother to shift his attention to anything.

“If you’re not eating, I’ll take your food,” Felix said.

“I’m not hungry, go ahead,” Hyunjin replied as Felix looked at him in disbelief, taking his plate onto his mat.

“What’s wrong with you though? Can’t take her out of your mind?” He asked. “You didn’t talk to me ever since we came back to the hotel,” Hyunjin sighed, taking away his gaze from the small screen of his camera.

“Look, I was too occupied with the pictures I’ve taken,” Hyunjin reasoned.

“Yeah but it’s not a bad thing to touch your food for a bit and go back to your hobby yeah?” Felix argued. “Don’t tell me you suddenly took a picture of Y/n last night that’s why you’re not paying attention to me,”

“I didn’t,” Hyunjin said.

“The truth?” Felix retorted, raising a brow at him.

“I swear, you were on the way,” Hyunjin replied, rolling his eyes.

“Gosh, I can’t believe you,” Felix muttered.

Hyunjin sighed heavily as he watch Felix devour his food. It lead him to order another one and waited. His manager planned to eat breakfast in the restaurant down by the street which was a block away from their hotel. It wasn’t crowded first thing in the morning but the joy he felt was when he could see a few people enjoying their coffee and some were walking their dogs. A lovely morning for him to consume. But it was only him and Felix again. The two has been never separated when they first got into the city and by that, he already has plans to spend a week’s vacation.

“Don’t forget we’re invited to attend YSL’s event later alright?” Felix said, finishing his meal.

“Yeah, we’ll get back to the hotel by lunch,” Hyunjin answered.

“Where are you off to?”

“Sightseeing I g一” He shrugged and was about to say something in addition to his answer when he saw you walk into the restaurant, going straight to the counter. Felix noticed him frozen onto his seat after wiping his lips and followed his gaze. It was you, alright.

“Should I call her?” Felix smirked.

“I’m going to kill you, I swear,” Hyunjin growled and Felix just shakes his head in disbelief. But Hyunjin watched you.

Beige trousers, a purple crop top, and a white cardigan, you always look good. Never in a day, Hyunjin would say how beautiful you are. Compliments he missed on telling you every day. He admits, he wasn’t the best version of himself when you broke up. There is always the facade he keeps to the public but behind closed doors, he knew he was miserable. It wasn’t easy to get over you, it wasn’t easy to forget, it was the same as how you felt, and nothing was easy during the post-breakup. None of his friends talked to you, even his parents. Nobody reached out, just straight broke up conversations and the rest were already ghosts.

The lady from the counter handed you a paper bag with your breakfast in it, thanked her, and left, without even checking who was there, sitting on the tables. Felix shakes his head again and Hyunjin licked his lips, sighing in defeat. But that wasn’t Felix’s problem to think about, it was Hyunjin’s anyway. His eyes never left your figure until you disappeared from the block, taking the alley to the left while Felix looks at him, being done and dumbfounded.

“We’ll have to schedule your arrival at the event first. It will be at exactly 4 pm, so I’ll expect you’ll be done with your hair, make-up, and suits,” Their manager spoke, later that day. Felix was having his hair done in their spacious hotel room as Hyunjin had his gaze down the street while sitting by the window seat, watching the city get soaked in the rain, and hands halted from his half-done sketch of a landscape. “Hyunjin are you even listening?”

“I was,” Hyunjin sighed in response. “Shall we leave at 4 pm?” He added, standing up from his spot一tossing his sketchbook on his bed.

“No,” His manager argued making him roll his eyes.

“Don’t be tough on him, he saw his ex today,” Felix smirked as their manager gasped.

“Really?”

“Yeah,” Felix said. “Don’t worry, they never talked,”

“Ya, Yongbok-ah,” Hyunjin said, feeling like a threat as Felix shrugged, admiring his new hairstyle.

“Anyway, Y/n’s not important right now, I need you to get ready,” His manager said. Hyunjin sighed in disbelief and went to his stylist. “By the way, Felix will be the first one to leave,”

“Yeah? Why though, I thought the head organizer wants to see us both?” Felix asked.

“Hyunjin has another agenda before attending the event, right?” His manager said, looking at Hyunjin.

“I’m getting flowers,” He bluntly replied.

“Flowers for what? Are you suddenly seeing someone?” Felix asked, shocked.

“No, I just don’t want to go early,” Hyunjin said, getting his make-up done.

“Suit yourself,” His manager said while Felix whined about being unfair.

Hyunjin didn’t say anything after Felix’s complaints, but he is sure his best buddy was just joking around and letting him do whatever the hell he wants as long as he’ll be mindful of his time. Night fell, and his hands held the steering wheel, glancing at the cars passing by the highway. The lights ran from the average speed to high, some kept it to their speed limit. It was fresh from the afternoon rain, the water puddle by the sidewalk have the reflection of the streetlights being lit up and the people who just happened to walk by. His convertible made its way through the wet bricks, enjoying the mist of the cold evening air.

A smile formed on his face when he saw the lights illuminating the Eiffel tower一 a part of Paris he always wanted to visit though he already did a few times ever since he became a famous member of his group. It always feels like where he belongs for some reason, the food, the fashion, flowers, and other stuff, everything is aesthetic in his eyes. And most importantly, the art museums and exhibits French and foreign artists execute around the area. There is always a reason to come back.

The flowers he brought, sat on the passenger’s seat, enjoying the evening air as well as they travel back to the hotel. He fell in love with the bouquet that consists of pink tulips, red roses, and white baby’s breath. The muse of his new painting perhaps? It is calming and beautiful to paint live flowers一one that makes his painting realistic and unique. But it wasn’t for him to keep一maybe it can be someone at the event he is going to or just going to keep it himself and put it on their vase back into their hotel room to paint.

Flowers are supposed to be given to someone that a person loves, maybe for congratulatory and some other reasons. But mostly because of love, he used to bring you flowers back then. He was so in love, like a puppy that wanted to be with his owner for the rest of its time. Not everyone believes in love, but by the time someone falls into the pits of attachment and intimacy, it can be avoidable and hard to let go. There are different perceptions of it, they’re like genres that a person views and carry feelings about different people. His love is similar, but unfortunately, it ended with you a year ago.

He walked by the lobby, earning gazes of astonishment and amusement from the people hovering around the area. Slicked back hair with a few strands of side bangs on his forehead, a whole black suit and rings adorning his long fingers, a bouquet in one hand, and his gentle smile, plastered on his face as he smells the flowers he just bought. Walking through the crowds of people doesn’t bother him, not one of them caught his attention. Murmurs and silent voices say he is a handsome young man which makes everyone drawn to him. His tall figure and dashing fashion add up to being one center of attention.

“There you are,” Felix said, the moment he saw him. “Wow, are these for me?”

“No,” Hyunjin said as his smile faded and made his friend pout in disbelief.

“Tch,” Felix said, rolling his eyes.

“Good evening! I’m here to take you to your respective seats, this way please,” The lady attendant said as he and Felix happily obliged. Their manager went to talk to some people around and waited for the instructions for the next set of events. They were given perfume samples to try but Hyunjin got occupied the moment he sat down, hands in his pockets and eyes fixated on the person who just entered the premises.

It was you again.

Black dress and heels, styled hair, and light make-up, how could she stand there and look beautiful? He thought, mesmerized again. And why is she here? I thought she was on a vacation. Several thoughts flooded his mind after he saw you. He couldn’t put himself to calm down, why does my heart beat faster than earlier?

You smiled at someone as they went to have a conversation. The lady from earlier had to cut it off and assist you at the same table where Felix and Hyunjin were. It is a lovely evening after all, and you were thankful that your boss had to drag you with her when she knew you weren’t doing anything for the day.

“You’re staying here in a couple of weeks, instead of sitting in front of your desk to produce ideas, why not come with me to the event?” She said the moment she arrived at the airport as you welcomed her after knowing you were spending some time in Paris. You couldn’t refuse, you were bored after all and had too much of your writer’s block ever since last night. The first evening you saw Hyunjin, and, this will be the second evening when you realized where the attendant is leading you to.

“Please enjoy the evening,” The lady said and left.

“Good evening Y/n!” Felix greeted and Hyunjin remained silent.

“Good evening Felix, and,” You paused as you looked at him. “Hyunjin.” Felix had to nudge his friend on the side to wake him up to reality instead of staring at you, saying nothing. Hyunjin winced in pain, nudging him back to his arm, Felix chuckled in response but was already glaring at him. You didn’t get a response after that, instead, you just placed your attention on anyone else.

The host has been taking their time to introduce, and recite the speech and explanations about the event while you take a sip of their prepared wine. The food is a luxury, Hyunjin was paying no attention but you. Felix listened to them and clapped his hands when everyone else did. Don’t mind about the people, just the food. Hyunjin tried to take his small sketchbook out of his pocket when your boss head back to your table and stole you for a conversation. He was about to protest when he was dragged with Felix for the photo opportunity at the event. Had to smell the scents of their perfume, and take pictures with other big names in the industry, Hyunjin had to endure them for a while. Felix didn’t seem to mind, unlike the older one who seems to be distracted all the time.

He wanted to not let you out of his sight, but the pictures are taking a while, and conversations had to be precise and shared. You were just there, being a chaperone of your boss as she introduced you to some people she knew or tried to give you a date for tonight. You weren’t convinced and tried to decline, as you hated social events like this when you were supposed to be in your hotel room or at a restaurant, enjoying dinner alone. Meanwhile, Hyunjin was already growing impatient with all the interactions he got. Forget about Felix, he wanted to get away for a while.

Someone was about to approach him but Hyunjin politely excused himself and rushed through the crowd. The people passing by keep on delaying his purpose of direction but it didn’t stop him from getting to you. He wanted closure, he wanted to talk, and forget about the hurtful things he did during your relationship, he just wanted to give himself a chance to be forgiven by you. But you didn’t want that anymore, you knew Hyunjin has been happy even though it wasn’t easy to overcome the heartbreak both of you felt. He reached miles away with his dreams, while you stood there, watching him. I don’t deserve someone as perfect as him anyway, that was what you always think about. But maybe you did deserve him after all.

“Y/n,” He said as he stood behind you.

“Hyunjin,” You called, turning around to face him. “Is everything alright?” You asked.

“Can we talk?” He said. They said to never trust that sentence, but you wanted to risk it. It might help you wake up to the reality you’ve been longing for.

“Sure, about what?” You asked when he suddenly took your hand.

“I’ll tell you later, come with me, please?” He said as you took a glance at your boss but she was too occupied to even bother. Felix and his manager were just watching from afar, with nothing to object to.

“Where are we going?” You asked but he didn’t answer, instead, he just grabbed your hand and went to where he parked his car.

The outside scenery is still fresh from the afternoon rain, but there were no stars above the dark sky, a sign that it will rain again anytime soon. You sat quietly on the passenger’s seat as Hyunjin jogged around to enter the car, driving away into the night. You remained quiet the whole ride, not bothering to ask any questions, you didn’t even know what to say to him after the whole year. The flowers he bought sat in front of you, good thing he dragged it with himself on the way out. Was it for another person?

“Those are for you,” He said, taking them into his right hand and handing it to you. It was an impromptu move. Those flowers were supposed to be his muse for his painting when he gets back to the hotel later but he found you instead.

“Thanks,” You smiled gently, smelling the before placing it on your lap. “Where are we going?”

“I have nothing in mind actually, but away from the crowd, I just wanted to talk to you, it’s been a year, ever since…” He said, pausing mid-sentence.

“The break-up?” You asked.

“Yeah,” He answered, parking in front of the Louvre Pyramid. Hyunjin walked out and jogged around to open the door for you. The flowers lie on your seat as you followed him a few meters away from the car. He looked restless all of a sudden, his composed look disappeared and shifted into something that was bothering him. Hyunjin stood away with his back against you, he was staring at the pyramid, confused and uncomfortable. You tapped his shoulder to see what was going on, and when he turned around, it was the soft Hyunjin you once admired.

“I don’t know where to start,” He said. “I’m sorry about the breakup, I was a jerk and ghosted you after that,” He added, as he started to have tears visible in his eyes.

“Hyunjin, no, we’re alright, okay? It’s already behind us, don’t apologize, none of those was your fault. I didn’t blame you for it,” You said, cupping his cheeks to wipe his tears away. He just looked at you, wanting to go on a breakdown, but there you are, in front of him, still sweet as ever.

“No,” He said pulling away from you.

“Hyunjin, I just thought it would make things easier for you, I understand how hard it was for you. I didn’t want to be a nuisance in your career, I don’t want to cause trouble,” You sighed. “If breaking up with you was the answer, then I have no choice,”

“But I didn’t want to!” He said.

“I didn’t want to either!” You retorted. “I was trouble, I was the problem okay? You said it yourself back then, you don’t want to cause drama and be hunted down by the media that you’re in a relationship! Did you think I wanted this for the both of us? I was hurt when you decided to cut it off, I was hurt when you didn’t even show up the next day, and now we’re here, talking about this bullshit that I thought it’s already done.”

It made Hyunjin feel bad, as he had always been.

“Y/n, I don’t care about those anymore,” He said. “I don’t care about the media, I don’t care about the risks anymore. This bullshit you’re talking about is our relationship,”

“That you broke off,” You said.

“I didn’t want to hurt you,”

“Now that’s bullshit,” You chuckled in response. “Yeah let’s say it was fine because I chose your career to be saved instead of hanging out with me. Let’s just stop this okay? You’re good on your way, I’m already doing good by myself, I don’t need this drama anymore Hyunjin. Do you still want me?”

Hyunjin didn’t say anything for a few seconds, there was dead air, but his eyes were into yours while you wait for his answer.

“I do,” He said. “I always have and will always do,”

“You don’t know what you’re doing, are you? Can’t you hear yourself?” You asked which made him take his steps forward.

“I do, just please,” He said, as he held your cheeks. “Let’s start over,” Closing your eyes, you felt the warmth of his hands on your bare cheeks, one of his touches that you missed the most. “We were young, and I was too quick to jump into the pit, not thinking thoroughly about it. Please give me another chance, I won’t mess it up again,”

You pulled him into a hug, Hyunjin was caught off guard at first but he gave in immediately and melted inside your arms. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, hugging you tighter. The scent of your perfume is still the same, the one the kept on missing for the whole year, he always seeks it but the scent would never be the same if someone else wears it. He came to think how miserable he was when you were gone.

It was those nights when he sits down and think about the things he should’ve done instead of risking your relationship over his career or maybe those days when he would just space out during a group meeting or the lives he did with his group. He keeps on staring at his phone waiting for your texts or browse on his photos trying to find your couple's pictures and reminisce. It was also how he kept the things you gave him during your anniversary and his birthdays. But during the past year, it feels empty, and he had to fake everything until it was convincing.

His fans don’t know how he feels, they just assume them. They didn’t know how hurt he was, and they will never know everything about him. Even the boys who are living with him, he probably is showy sometimes but it’s hard to share something so deep. Just like how it went on your side. For them, it wasn’t a big deal, but to you, it was. You treasure Hyunjin so much that it pierced your heart that he had to break up with you. The things you did for each other just disappeared in one night. And had to wait a year to fix it.

You don’t know exactly. Now that Hyunjin has gotten the fame, the overwhelming fame, you don’t want to risk it again.

“Please,” He said.

“I’m sorry Hyunjin,” You smiled, pulling away from the hug. “It won’t be worth it,”

“What?” He asked, shocked, as his vision started to blur.

“I don’t think this will work anymore,” You sniffed, wiping your tears. “You will forget me, eventually,”

“What? No!” He protested. “Let’s make it work this time, please?” He begged. “Don’t think that our relationship was up for nothing, I loved you. I still love you!”

“And I love you too! I did love you, but with all those things happening around you and me, there’s already a barrier, Hyunjin. I don’t want you to get hurt just because you are pursuing me. I don’t want you to convert your attention to me when you have something big ahead of you. I’m not worth it anymore,” You said, tears falling down your cheeks. Hyunjin stood there, looking at you in disbelief, the words struck him like lightning. It was so painful to hear it from you.

“Are you afraid to try again?” He asked, voice shaking in the middle of his sentence.

“I’m just scared that we will have to be separated again, I don’t want to try again and end up being away from you. For one year, I tried not to care about your bullshit for being famous, you’ve been happy, you always get what you want, you don’t need—”

“It was so hard for me to get over you Y/n! It was so hard to be inside my room, getting all exhausted from work with no one around to hug me and give me a shoulder to cry on. I’m sick of it, I got used to you being around me whenever I needed you or not, I was alone. No one to hug, no one to kiss, no one to laugh with, no one to cuddle with. You don’t understand!” He argued.

“You just want me because you need me right?” You cried.

“No,” Hyunjin sighed harshly. “I want you because I love you! But you know what, forget about it, I’m sorry I just dragged you out here. Let me get you back to your hotel,”

“Hyunjin, I—” You halted when he shake his head, running his fingers through his hair.

“No, please, forget about it, I won’t beg, I understand,” He smiled despite being hurt. “Let’s go,”

Hyunjin opened the door of the car for you but you hesitated to step in. Disappointment and sorrow are still painted on his face. The pain and the ruined confidence drove him to be this way. He admit he was at fault, being a famous idol wasn’t easy for him to reach and you didn’t want to be a nuisance to someone as big as him.

The ride from the Lourve Pyramid to your designated hotel fell into complete silence. No one dared to talk, except when he asked for the location and set it up on his GPS and you fell into your deep train of thoughts. A quick reminiscing about how the break up went; It was one of those nights where Hyunjin would get home late, exhausted from practice but he never fails to show you how happy he is the moment you welcome him home. It always gives him the excitement and blood rush, the comfort of home and love. But that night was twisted, he wanted to break up, he said his name is on the line, and he didn’t want distractions. Though it has already been said a million times, you just couldn’t let go of it.

To be honest, you still love him, it never faded. You didn’t understand why it has to be you out of all to be put at risk, maybe the company forced him to or it was just him who thought about cutting things off. He is hopelessly romantic, you knew that and so you were.

“Why don’t you come in for a minute?” You asked as you stood by the porch.

“I’m in a hurry, it’s almost midnight,” He smiled quietly.

“It looks like it’s going to rain,” You said, looking up to the sky. “Here,” You added, handing him a folded umbrella you used to carry around.

“Should you keep it?” He smiled, taking the tiny thing off your hand.

“It might rain,” You insisted.

“Isn’t it funny if I’m driving a convertible with an umbrella?” He chuckled. “No, I’ll take it, good night Y/n—oh shit, there’s the rain alright.” He said, looking at the street. “My car!”

It was funny indeed, his panicked face had drawn a picture that was sincere—ignoring the pain and all. Midnights should be a change of day, but it is still connected to what happened earlier this evening. You watched him run towards his car across the street. There were no people around, just the two of you and the rain which is pouring heavily at first fall. He was in the rush, pushing a button to have the roof back but was too slow that his frustrated face made it funnier. You weren’t supposed to laugh but that one Hyunjin you knew.

Taking your steps forward, you didn’t bother about the rain anymore as the umbrella was ignored as well. One reason you fell in love with him was because of what you were seeing now, it may be different from the first time when you saw him fall onto his face in front of you during high school, the boy who apologized consistently while blushing out of embarrassment. Sounds weird but falling in love with weird is not weird. You knew you shouldn’t be getting back with him, the words you’ve said to him and everything, but the feelings never lie. You do love him, and you couldn’t understand why you are walking towards a panicking Hyunjin, calling his name, and when he converted his attention to you, your lips suddenly meet.

Hyunjin then again, was caught off guard, it was a gentle kiss but he pulled you by the waist to be closer to him. Clothes were getting soaked from the midnight rain, and his hair was damped causing a few drops of water tracing down on your cheeks. It tasted like wine, and that chocolate fondue Hyunjin, the intoxicating smell of his perfume that made your knees weak, and the cinematic moment of you being shared in the empty streets of Paris at midnight, sharing a kiss. His hand lays on your cheek while the other one remained on your waist as your arms were wrapped around his neck. The usual scene you see in romantic movies. People would say it’s overrated, but who cares anyway, it’s Hyunjin. The Hwang Hyunjin.

“I’m sorry,” You said whispering to him, after drifting away, but he never let you go and kissed your forehead. “I don’t want to feel the same pain when we broke up, trust me it wasn’t good,” You added, burying your face into his chest.

“I know, baby, I know,” He said, hugging you tightly as he rubs your shoulder with his thumb. “I’m sorry I hurt you,”

“It wasn’t your fault,” You smiled, shaking your head.

“Still, I lost you,” He responded, taking your cheeks in his palms, and looking directly into your eyes. “Fuck the fame, Y/n, you know how much I love you. And I always will,”

“I know, Hyunjin,” You said, still not taking that smile being painted on your face. Hyunjin painted a smile on his face as well as he caressed your bare skin, leaning down again for a kiss. Your eyes started to close down一the heat that was felt at each other’s lips caused the warmth that could endure from the cold weather. His lips molded with yours perfectly, and the intimacy remained the same, even if it took a whole year to have it again. You were definitely his sunshine, one that will take away the darkness of the sky and the clouds to open up. He was like midnight who changed and evolved, but never his feelings.

“Does this mean you’re taking me back?” He asked, pulling away as he kissed the tip of your nose.

“Yeah, but let’s keep it lowkey this time,” You smiled as he chuckled in response, kissing you again but swiftly before taking you into another hug.

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bucky-fricking-barnes · 2 years ago

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Heroes in Our Midst

Title: Heroes in Our Midst

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 3.9k

Warnings: None, mostly fluff!

Summary: You invite the confused veteran at the grocery store to your Friendsgiving, but maybe you should’ve done a background check first.

A/N: Happy (belated) American Thanksgiving to those who celebrate! I’m so thankful for each and every one of you. I hope that everyone, whether you are celebrating today or not, is safe, healthy, and surrounded by those they love (and that love them back). Dividers are by @firefly-graphics

The man in the baseball cap has been staring at the stuffing for five minutes now, and you’re on a deadline. You don’t really want to tell him that he’s in the way and that he’s completely blocking the bags you need for your Friendsgiving, nor do you want to reach out and force your way in. He looks lost, the poor thing, and it’s when he flinches at the pre-recorded holiday message over the PA system that you decide to intervene.

“You can’t go wrong with Stove Top,” you say, stepping a little closer. He frowns, turning to face you just enough for you to see his profile.

What a jawline, you hum to yourself, and you, thankfully, manage not to say it out loud despite the fact that you’re running on only four hours of sleep. The holidays did you dirty this year.

“I’m sorry?” he asks.

And what a voice! You melt a little at the deep timbre of it.

You gesture at the red box to his left. “Stove Top. It’s pretty easy to make and it doesn’t taste half bad. It’s not homemade by any means, but it’ll do if you’re in a pinch.”

“Right.” He clears his throat and picks up a singular box, then sets it in his cart as if it might break if he weren’t careful.

Peering past him, you frown at his bounty. Along with the stuffing, this broad-shouldered man has selected a pitiful rotisserie chicken, a slightly smushed sweet potato pie, and a dented can of cranberry sauce. No doubt it was one of the last ones in the bin. People in your neighborhood apparently really love cranberries, much to your dismay. His isn’t the Thanksgiving dinner you would have chosen, but you remind yourself that not everyone is as lucky as you.

Some people spend the holidays all by themselves. A pang goes through your heart as the man steps down the aisle, finally allowing you to load up on the bags of stuffing you’ve been waiting on.

You toss four into your already overflowing cart and you’re reaching for a fifth when you feel the man’s eyes on you. Silently, you glance over in his direction before grabbing the bag and adding it to your bounty.

“Do you need another recommendation?” you ask, hoping that’s the only reason he’s watching you. There’ve been too many stories about creeps on the news lately and your heart skips a beat at the thought.

“You definitely look like someone who knows what they’re doing,” he replies. He nods at the cart and you grip the handle a little tighter.

“I’ve got a big family. And a boyfriend,” you add, just for good measure. “He’s waiting on me in the car.”

The man shakes his head and holds up his hands. “I’m not trying to hit on you, miss. I’m sorry if I gave the wrong impression. I’ve…” He clears his throat again and drops his hands, glancing back at his almost-empty shopping cart. “I’ve never done this before.”

“Done what? Shopped for a Thanksgiving dinner?”

“Something like that. Think you could help me out?”

Carefully, you push your cart closer so you can get a better look at his. He’s wearing dog tags, you notice, and a swell of sympathy makes your chest tight.

Of course, you think, and you could almost kick yourself. No wonder he’s so overwhelmed by all of the options.

“Well, the first thing I’ll need to know is how many people you’re cooking for. That’s a big factor,” you tell him.

Now that you’re closer, you’re able to get a clearer view of his face. He’s got kind eyes to go with the sharp jawline and beautiful voice, and you smile a little as he glances down at his purchases.

“Just me,” he says. “I couldn’t find a turkey small enough, hence the chicken.”

You frown. “Just you? That’s it?” He nods in confirmation and you purse your lips for a moment. “Honestly? You’re better off just getting one of the pre-packed meals by the deli or just going out to eat. Cooking a whole Thanksgiving dinner for yourself is a whole lot of hassle and a lot of stress for nothing.”

He shifts a little. “I’d rather cook as much as I can. This is the first Thanksgiving I’ve had in a long time. I want it to be…” The man trails off, seemingly at a loss for what he wants.

“That’s understandable,” you say, nodding and offering him a small smile. “I noticed your dog tags. Where were you stationed?”

Automatically, he reaches up to tuck them inside his shirt, out of view. “Europe.”

“And you didn’t have Thanksgiving there?”

Your poor attempt to make conversation falls flat and the man forces a tight smile. “Is my dinner a completely lost cause?”

“Not necessarily. You’ve got a good foundation, you just need some fixings to spruce it up a bit. Some mashed potatoes, green beans, a salad, some mac-n-cheese, another pie…” He nods along, as if making a mental checklist as you speak. “That’s if you’re really dead set on this whole cooking thing, and obviously that’s more than just one person can eat. You’ll have a lot of leftovers to tide you over, which isn’t always a bad thing. Of course, there’s always another option…”

“Which is?” he asks.

The song changes overhead from a newer Christmas song to one of the classics and you can’t stop the next words that come out of your mouth,

“Come to my house for dinner.”

He seems just as surprised as you do, and you want to crawl into a hole. You scramble to correct yourself before the man, a complete stranger, can run away and tell all his friends and family about the weird girl in the grocery store who invited him to her house on one of the biggest holidays of the year when all he wanted was to know which brand of boxed mashed potatoes to buy.

“Of course, I’m sure you have other plans. I wouldn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable, I’m not even really sure why I said that. I don’t normally—”

“I’d love to come, if it’s a genuine offer,” the man says, cutting you off. He smiles softly, a gratefulness shining in his eyes, even from underneath the baseball cap. “I’d hate to intrude on you and your family, though, or your fella. Boyfriend, I mean.”

You swallow thickly, looking down at your cart. “Well, it’s— I actually don’t have a boyfriend. That was more of a let’s-scare-off-the-creeps-with-a-fake-boyfriend type thing, you know?”

“I’m… familiar with the tactic.”

By the way he says that, however, you’re not really sure he is. It’s endearing that he’s trying to save face in front of you, and you smile a little. When you lift your head, he’s watching you.

“I can text you my address, and what time to be there,” you add. “No pressure if something else comes up. I’m actually celebrating later this weekend with my friends—you know, Friendsgiving—so you’ve got some time to think about it. You don’t even need to bring anything if you don’t want. I usually do a lot of cooking and everyone else just brings something to drink or their leftovers from their own family dinners. It started out as a potluck, but it’s grown into something more over the past few years.”

His posture relaxes slightly. “That sounds nice.”

Smiling a little more, you hold out your hand. “Phone?”

After a beat, the man digs into the pocket of his jacket and pulls out something you haven’t seen in years. You manage to hold back your laugh, but the surprised noise can’t be helped. He looks a little shocked at the high-pitched outburst, then embarrassed.

“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to make you feel bad, it’s just… I haven’t seen anyone with a Nokia in years. I mean, I think my grandpa probably still has one at his house… somewhere. We got him onto one of those little cheap smart phone things for senior citizens a few years ago.”

The tips of the mans ears are a bright pink as he hands the phone over to you, and you quickly start maneuvering your way to his contacts list. It takes a minute, but you finally get your name and number in, then hand it back.

“Y/N?” he reads, glancing up at you.

You nod. “And you’re…”

“Steve.” He stands a little straighter, a little taller, and you catch a glimpse of the great soldier he must be. “My name’s Steve.”

“It’s nice to meet you Steve. Send me a text so I have your number, okay? Then I can text back with the info. If you change your mind, though, there’s no need. I don’t want you to feel pressured to come, especially since we just met. I know that stranger danger is still a thing for adults.”

Nodding, he pockets his phone and grabs hold of his cart again. “It was nice to meet you, Y/N. Maybe I’ll see you soon. Thanks for the help with the stuffing.”

You can’t help but smile. He’s genuine, that’s for sure, and you watch him push his cart forward and turn the corner toward the produce section before finishing your own shopping. There’s a little bit more pep in your step as you head toward the registers.

Three days after Thanksgiving, Steve shows up for your annual Friendsgiving. He’s not the first person you’ve welcomed today, but you know for a fact that he’s been waiting outside near the bus stop for at least a half hour before he’d come up to the door.

Poor guy must be freezing out there.

“Hi! I’m glad you came!” You step out of the way so he can come in, then shut the door behind him.

Steve stands tall in the little entryway of your apartment. He’s got a bright blue tupperware bowl in his hands and he looks entirely out of place, so you decide to take a gentler, less enthusiastic approach. For someone who hasn’t had a real Thanksgiving in a long time, your cramped apartment filled with strangers, festive decorations, music, and several different kinds of cooking food is sure to overwhelm.

“Hey,” you say, coming around from behind him. You soften your smile and hope he perceives it as genuine. It is, of course, but you don’t want to seem unsure of your invitation, not after he’s made the effort to come and even bring something to share. “I really am glad you came. Do you want to put your dish in the kitchen? I can get you something to drink. Then you still have something to hold onto?”

He seems a little taken aback that you’d even noticed his tight grip on the bowl, but he nods anyway and follows you as you weave your way into your galley-style kitchen. Your neighbor is at the stove, stirring a pot of mac-n-cheese, and she smiles wide when Steve fills in the doorway behind you.

“You must be grocery store guy. We’ve been waiting for you,” she tells him.

You gape at her and whack the side of her arm. She laughs. “Gloria! Enough! Focus on the food, please! If you’re just going to gossip and spill my secrets, I’ll take care of the cooking myself!”

“No, we’re not having a repeat of last year,” she chides, still grinning. “You turn into a real mother hen when you’re in the kitchen. We all offer to help and yet you still complain that no one’s helping you!”

Steve’s cheeks are pink when you turn back to him, and you have a feeling it’s not just from the heat of the kitchen. Your own face feels a little warmer than it should and you force away the nervousness that bubbles up in your throat, instead trying to focus on clearing a spot for Steve’s contribution.

He sets the bowl down in the empty space you create and you try to sneak a peek. The silicone lid isn’t clear and your mind whirls with ways to ask him what he’d made, especially since he hadn’t seemed like the type of guy that can cook.

"Something to drink?” you finally offer, glancing up at him. “We’ve got beer, wine, juice, soda, coffee, water… Pretty much everything. There’ll be more options once everyone gets here.”

“Water’s fine, thanks.”

Nodding, you set about getting him a paper cup and scribbling his name on it with Sharpie, then making sure he gets his drink. You hand it off as the door opens and your work friends step in, cheering as the song changes to a newer favorite right as they arrive.

“I hate to just leave you like this, but I need to go say hi to them,” you say. “If you want, there should be some serving spoons you can use for whatever you brought. You can figure out what works best since it’s your dish.” You gesture towards the drawer next to the stove as you back towards the kitchen doorway, and Steve obediently nods. “I’ll be right back, okay?”

“I’ll be fine,” he assures you, a small smile on his face. “I don’t need a babysitter. I’ll get the lay of the land soon enough.”

You try to take Steve’s words to heart as you head back to the living area. It doesn’t take long before you’re sucked into conversations and shenanigans with your friends, however, and when you finally remember you’d ditched him with Gloria, of all people, forty-five minutes have passed and you’ve finished the drink you’d poured just before his arrival.

Grabbing the empty cup, you hightail it back to the kitchen, only to find him leaning against the counter and nodding along with one of her long-winded stories. He looks up when you stumble into the room and offers you a concerned look, but you quickly wave him off when he reaches out to help you. From the way he looks you over, you can tell he thinks you’re drunk, but you don’t know how to explain that you’re just frantic that Gloria is spilling your deepest, darkest secrets to the cutest guy you’ve met in months.

“Oh! Y/N! I was just telling Steve that story about my great aunt who worked for the USO during World War II,” Gloria says, and you glance over at her, confused.

“That’s great. I don’t think I remember that one. Did Steve tell you he was a veteran?”

Gloria’s brows furrow and she looks between you and Steve. He’s suddenly very interested in the empty cup in his hands and your stomach drops. Nerves set in as Gloria makes some paltry excuse for the two of you, then pulls you into the tiny hallway off the living area.

You wrench your arm from her grip in front of your closed bedroom door. “Gloria! What’s wrong with you? I mention that Steve’s a veteran and you suddenly start acting weird? I’m trying to make him feel welcome and you’re not helping!”

She shakes her head at you, scoffing lightly. Amusement twinkles in her eyes. “You have no idea who you invited, do you?”

The nerves are back, extinguishing any frustration you might have held with her. “What— I mean, I know he’s a nice enough guy. I didn’t exactly do a background check, but you’re starting to make me wish I had! Why?” you hiss.

“Y/N, that’s Steve Rogers.”

The name sounds vaguely familiar, but it doesn’t exactly ring any bells, so you just stare at her. “Okay? Does he work for the government or something? Is he a spy? Do I need to call the cops?”

She rolls her eyes and pulls her phone out of the pocket of her apron. You watch in silence, looking between the screen and the doorway to the kitchen. You can just barely see Steve still leaning against the counter, his shoulders slumped. Your heart clenches a little at the sight.

He looks so lonely.

“Here,” Gloria says, shoving her phone into your hands.

You almost drop it, but you quickly right it and start reading. With every word that you’re able to process, your heart starts beating faster and faster.

Captain America? World War II? Frozen in ice? Born in 1918?

“Holy—”

This time when you glance back at the kitchen, Steve is gone. You shove the phone back at your neighbor and hurry back down the hallway to see if he’d just moved out of your view to refill his cup, but there’s no sign of him at all.

The living room is filled with your friends chatting, leaning into each other, snapping pictures in front of your decorations, and chowing down on the appetizers, but there’s no Steve. You’re turning in circles when you catch a glimpse of him out the window. His cap is back on and his head bowed as he walks back down the street, his hands in his pockets. He looks every bit like he’s making a run for it, albeit a casual one.

Heart pounding, you throw on the first pair of shoes you can find and race out the door. You’ve never taken the two flights of stairs faster, but Steve is still turning the corner when you finally make it out onto the street.

Curse his long legs!

You have to push your way through the early evening crowds, throwing out “excuse me’s” and apologies every which way until you finally catch up with him a few meters away from the stairs down to the subway.

“Steve!”

You grab at the arm of his jacket. He pushes you away from him on instinct, sending you flying into another passerby. His reflexes are quick, however, because he’s steadied you before you’re even halfway to the ground and the other person is only a few steps away. They grumble at the both of you and you and Steve both send them half-hearted apologies as he leads you out of the flow of traffic.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking. Sometimes I forget—” He shakes his head. “Are you okay? I should’ve been paying better attention.”

“I’m fine,” you reassure him. “I’m more worried about you! Why did you leave without saying goodbye? Is everything okay?”

He drops his gaze to the pigeon scavenging around the discounted pumpkins nearby. “I’m fine, Y/N. You should be back in your apartment. It’s freezing out here, and it’s getting dark.”

In your rush to get out the door and catch up with him, you hadn’t thought to grab a jacket, but you hadn’t processed the cold until now. You shiver, and he quickly sheds his own to drape over your shoulders.

“You left your bowl,” you dumbly tell him.

The corner of his mouth crooks up, but it’s sad. “Don’t worry about it. I can get another.”

You shake your head. “Steve, I— Why did you leave? Is it because of something I did? Or something someone said? I promise that they’re all good people, it’s just sometimes when they drink, they get a little—”

“It’s not anything you or your friends did,” he says. “I promise. They were all wonderful and Gloria was very nice to me. I’m grateful that you welcomed me into your home even though we barely knew each other. Most people wouldn’t do something like that, not nowadays.”

“Then why?”

He sighs and looks up through the windows of the store behind you, watching the customers aimlessly browse the aisles for a long moment. Steve doesn’t meet your eyes when he speaks again, but you watch him fervently, searching for any sign of dishonesty or distress.

“Because I was worried that you’d be uncomfortable around me now that you know who I am,” he finally answers.

You shake your head again. “I don’t understand. Who you are? I know who you are. I mean, I already did, before Gloria showed me that article.”

His jaw clenches and you draw the jacket tighter around you when he steps away and adjusts his cap against a chilly breeze. His face and ears are pink from the cold, too. It’s not quite winter yet, but it’s rearing its ugly head.

“You’re Steve,” you continue, closing the distance between the two of you. “And you’re my dinner guest.”

“Y/N—”

“If we made you uncomfortable, then I understand you wanting to leave. You have every right to go home, if that’s the case. But my perception of you hasn’t changed now that I know more about your past. Knowing all the amazing, wonderful, selfless things you’ve done makes me want you to stay even more now, because it reminds me that it’s people like you that I’m thankful for. Who knows, I may not even be here if it weren’t for you saving New York.”

You take a beat, catching your breath a little in the cold evening air. “Steve,” you continue, as earnest as you can, “I want you to stay. Please.”

He ducks his head and you have to crane your neck to see his face underneath the brim of his hat. If the lights from the shop were a little brighter, you might be certain that there are tears in his eyes, but you’ll play it off as a trick of shadows for his sake.

“I’m more than just that guy in the article. They exaggerated things, and I am a veteran. I’ve done things I’m not proud of,” he tells you, and you nod. After a moment, you hold out your hand.

“Then it’s a pleasure to meet you, Steve Rogers. I’d really like to get to know you. All of you, not just the published stuff, if that’s okay.”

Steve stares at your outstretched hand for several moments, and you’re inwardly cringing and trying to think of a graceful way to recover when he finally shakes it. You have to hold back a relieved sigh as you smile.

“I don’t suppose I could invite you to my Friendsgiving for a second time?” you ask.

Much to your surprise, Steve chuckles. His hand is warm around yours and you shiver once he drops it. You tuck your hands into the pockets of his coat as the two of you turn and start walking back towards your apartment. He measures his stride to keep step alongside you, his body a barrier between you and the surging flow of people on the sidewalk, and you glance up at him with a smile.

“Well, I did leave my bowl,” he says, smiling down at you.

“Of course. That’s irreplaceable, so you’ll have to come back and get it. And while you’re here, you might as well stay for some dinner. I’d hate to send you home hungry.”

He holds open the door to your building and you duck under his arm into the overpowering warmth of the lobby. “Of course,” Steve replies. “That would be rude.”

“And I’d hate to have you think I’m a bad host.” You’re still smiling as you head up the stairs and open the apartment door, and you and Steve are greeted once again by your friends, most of which had never even realized that you’d disappeared. They’re none the wiser to your little escapade, and to Steve’s identity, but that’s just another thing that you’re thankful for.

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visceravalentines · 3 years ago

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A Place of Business

Dad's Best Friend!Dilf!Bo Sinclair x AFAB!Reader

2.3k words

Part 1 here!

Smut & fun bantery fluff, age gap, dad's best friend, kind of aggressive semi-public oral, implied cum swallowing, dirty talk, praise, reader is referred to as darlin', baby girl, and pretty.

Okay so here's the sequel and also part 3 is almost done and maybe this is a whole fic now oops?? I hope you love it, I know a lot of y'all have been going through it this week and you deserve this man being obsessed with you. <3

Tagging my down bad dilf moots. @vincent-sinclair-deserved-better, @slutforguts, @brandnewhuman, @fluffy-little-demon, @cypressnmarigolds, @slasherlouvre

The bell on the shop door tinkled your arrival. Bo looked up from the paperwork on his desk and smiled at you. “Mornin’, sunshine.”

“Good morning, handsome. How are you?”

He sat up straight and stretched his back. “Better with you here.” You set a disposable travel cup of coffee on his desk. “Aww, what an angel.”

“You’re so easy to please.”

He smirked. “You would know, baby girl. C’mere.” He beckoned you around the three-sided desk. “Coffee could use a little sugar.”

“I thought you said no action in the front of house,” you said even as you rounded the corner of the desk, standing with his knee between your legs.

“I am the boss, I make the rules,” he said, tilting his head back as you bent over him.

“Whatever you say, sir.”

He jerked back before you could kiss him. “Hey now, you watch that mouth. I will not have that kinda talk here, this is a place of business.”

“I’m so sorry, sir.”

He shook his head, unable to keep from looking pleased. “I oughta glue those pretty lips shut.”

Movement out of your periphery alerted you both simultaneously that someone was walking up to the door. You took a big step backwards and Bo spun his chair to face forward.

“Why don’t y’make yourself useful and grab me the new files from yesterday?” he said as the customer came in.

“Yes sir.” His expression brought an irrepressible smile to your face as you escaped to the filing closet in the back.

It had been a week since your parents’ backyard barbecue, a week since a man your father’s age had stolen your heart and fucked you in your high school bed – and done such a good job of it. When you had presented the idea of a summer job at Bo’s shop to your parents, they were enthusiastic.

“Bo’s a hard worker,” your dad said. “He’ll have you hunched over that desk in no time.”

And he was right, in a manner of speaking.

Spending all day every day with Bo had been wonderful, but truth be told, you hadn’t had much time to yourselves. Besides making out in the break room, sneaking a hand on his ass in the garage, and of course, the conclusion to your first day on the job wherein he bent you over the desk and made you see stars, you hadn’t had the real pleasure of his company all week.

It felt wise to play it safe at first. No need to risk a neighbor catching you groping each other during his smoke breaks or arousing your parents’ suspicion with too many late nights. It was a delightful kind of torture, making eyes at each other through the window between the office and the garage. He was so attractive, that mouth, those hands.

At night you’d lay in bed, texting him sweet things, dirty things. Once, just once, you’d called him, let him murmur the most charming filth you’d ever heard, touching yourself to his voice in your ear. The thought of your parents somehow finding out kept you from doing it again no matter how much fun it had been.

You heard the tinkling of the bell again, heralding the customer’s departure, and turned around just as Bo appeared in the doorway. “Found those files you wanted, si – “

He was on you in seconds. “Fuck the files, get over here.”

He pushed your hips back, pinning you against the wall, and you knotted your fingers in his hair as he kissed you like he might never get the chance again. You nipped at his lip, grinding against him, goosebumps rolling across your skin as he slid his hands under your shirt and up your ribs.

“I want you so bad, darlin’,” he said, breathless. “I’ve half a mind to take you on the hood o’ that hybrid in the garage.”

“Take me right here,” you replied, fumbling with his belt.

He grabbed a hold of your wrists. “You stop that, y’vixen.”

You gave him the most desperate look you were capable of, which wasn’t hard. “Please.”

“Fuck, baby.”

“Please?” You sank to your knees, eyes locked on his face, ran your hands down his jeans. He chuckled helplessly, pushed his fingers through your hair. “Please? I’ll be so quiet.”

“Nah, I want you loud, darlin’.” Bo took your hands and pulled you to your feet, wrapped you in his arms and kissed you sweetly. “Come over tonight,” he said with his nose on your nose. “Spend the weekend with me.”

“What am I supposed to tell my folks?”

“That you met some cradle-robbin’ good-for-nothin’ and you’ve been swept off your feet.”

“I don’t think that’s gonna fly.”

“Damn.”

You squeezed him around the waist. “I bet I could tell them I’m taking a trip with a friend. Won’t be back til Monday.”

“Shop’s closed Monday.”

“Tuesday then.”

“Shop’s closed Tuesday.”

“Bo,” you laughed.

“I’m retirin’. Gonna go live in sin with this cute lil thing I picked up at a friend’s house.”

You pinched him. “You’re terrible.”

“I know, darlin’, just the worst.” He kissed you again.

“I’ll have to go home first and pack.”

“Pack what, you don’t need no clothes.”

You laughed. “I have to tell my parents that I’m going somewhere.”

He sighed dramatically. “I s’pose that’s fair.”

You tapped your finger against the scar on his chin. “Don’t you have work to do?”

“Nah I told you, I’m retirin’. You take over, I’ll strut around and distract you.”

“I thought that’s what you paid me for.”

“Damn right.” He pecked you on the cheek and reluctantly let you go, walking out into the hall before turning back around and leaning in the doorway. “Hey.”

You glanced up from the files, which someone had scattered all over the floor.

“You look lovely today, darlin’, I mean it.”

His sincerity warmed you from the inside out. You smiled bashfully. “Thanks, Bo.”

“‘Specially on your knees like that.”

Your jaw dropped open and he ducked away, snickering. “You’re an ass!” you called after him, suppressing a grin.

The morning soon became busy and the time passed quickly. The lunch hour came and went with a slew of customers picking up and dropping off their vehicles. When at last there was a lull, Bo sat down heavily in the desk chair and you perched on the desktop nearby.

“I’m ready to call it a day, baby, what d’you think?”

You lit up. “I’ll go lock up right now.”

He gave you a tired smile. “Nah, it’s only three. I can hold off on retirement for a couple more hours.”

You stretched out your leg, poked him with the toe of your sneaker. “What if we make a bet?”

Bo raised his eyebrows. “I am a gamblin’ man.”

You slid off the desk, crouched just beneath it with your hands on his knees. “If I can get you off before the next person comes in, we leave when they do. If not, we stay ‘til five.”

He regarded you with interest. “And what happens when that person comes in and the job ain’t done yet?”

“No one can see back here, I’ll just hang out.”

“You and me both, I s’pose.” You beamed. Bo shook his head, scootched to the edge of the chair, undid his belt. “And here I thought I was the devil.”

“I’ll corrupt you yet, Bo Sinclair.” That earned you a loud, authentic laugh.

It took some maneuvering, but finally you managed to get his dick situated to where it was both accessible and not pinched in his fly. A smirk played faintly on his lips as you stroked him, working up the beginnings of an erection. His blue eyes flicked up to the door periodically and then back to you.

“You’re so big,” you remarked.

“You don’t gotta flatter me, darlin’, I already – fuck.” His whole body tensed and his fingers clenched around the arms of the chair as you slipped him abruptly into your mouth. “Goddamn, baby girl, you’re a miracle.”

You hmmed in agreement, causing him to arch his spine as his cock hardened to its full length. You sucked him all the way in, until his tip bulged at the back of your throat, then slid your tongue slowly along the ridge on the underside of his dick, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes. You’d be damned if there wasn’t a blush creeping up his neck.

You pulled him out of your mouth with a pop. “What’s the matter, Bo? You look a little worked up.”

“You’re too damn good at that, darlin’. Makin’ me jealous wonderin’ who you been practicin’ on.”

“This is my first time, actually.”

He stared at you. “…you gotta be kiddin’.”

You grinned wolfishly. “You’re so gullible.”

He scowled. “The devil, I swear.”

“I don’t know why you think I’m so sweet and upstanding.”

“I liked it better when your mouth was full.”

You took that as your cue, pulled him back in and then out once more before wrapping your lips around his tip and circling the frenulum with your tongue. He let out a low moan, relaxing back into the seat, eyes easing shut.

You had him right where you wanted him, his abs clenching with the rhythm of your mouth, when the tinkling of a bell announced the arrival of a third party.

Bo’s eyes snapped open. He was immediately bolt upright. “Mrs. Swenson, how are ya this fine afternoon?” he asked brightly.

You started to withdraw when suddenly his hand was on the back of your head, holding you in place. Your eyes widened as he pushed his dick deeper into your mouth. Mrs. Swenson said something in reply but it was lost to you forever as his fingertips dug into your scalp.

“Well, I’m sure we can help you with that,” Bo said in a remarkably even voice. You looked up at him. It was like he had donned a mask. He was completely unbothered, totally composed. It was a little scary and incredibly alluring.

With the utmost care to avoid any lewd sounds, you picked up where you’d left off, cupping his tip beneath your tongue, pressing him against the roof of your mouth, sliding him all the way in and then almost all the way out as he discussed the finer points of tire rotation with Mrs. Swenson.

“You’re looking well, Bo,” Mrs. Swenson said.

“Thank you, ma’am,” he smiled, clenching your scalp. “Clean, wholesome livin’.”

You heard a pause. “...don’t you smoke?”

“Sure do.”

The amount of saliva collecting in your mouth was becoming a problem. You gripped Bo’s calves, cast a pleading glance up at him. He didn’t look down at you but seemed aware of your plight judging by his crooked smirk and the way he spanned a thumb over to the corner of your eye to smudge away the tear collecting there.

By the time he had set an appointment with Mrs. Swenson and sent her on her way, you were drooling, your eyes streaming, utterly helpless, undeniably aroused. When that bell gave one last blessed jingle he at last met your gaze.

“Took that like a champ, darlin’.” You whimpered. He tilted his head, admiring you. “What a mess. ‘S enough to melt a man’s heart.” Bo cupped his hand under your jaw and eased himself out of your mouth. You gasped in relief and wiped the spit off your chin.

“Y’lost the bet, but you look so fine I think you’ve earned an early end to the day.” He pushed the chair back and leaned down to kiss your swollen lips. “Certainly been puttin’ in work.”

You moved to get up and he stopped you with a hand on your chest. “Ah-ah, where d’y’think you’re goin’? Never leave a task half-done, baby girl. Catch your breath and get back at it. I wanna cum in that pretty mouth.”

Several uninterrupted minutes later, he did just that. The sight of him with his head thrown back and your name on his lips was an absolute dream. He kissed you again with the taste of himself still sweet on your tongue. You were out of breath, throat sore, hair disheveled, indescribably content.

He wove his fingers between yours, kissed the backs of your hands. “I wanna make you happy, darlin’. Anythin’ you want, it’s yours.”

“I want to wake up with you tomorrow,” you said, suddenly shy.

Bo smiled at you, a gorgeous, genuine smile that lit up his face. “Well then you best run along home and pack your toothbrush.”

“What am I gonna do with my car? I can’t just park in your driveway, someone will see it.”

“I’m a mechanic, doll. I have a big-ass garage.”

“Will you make me dinner?”

“I will fix you supper tonight and breakfast in the mornin’, you ain’t even gotta ask.”

“What a gentleman.”

“And a scoundrel, don’t you forget it.”

You wanted him so badly, wanted to touch every part of him, wanted to listen to him talk about anything in the world, wanted to hear him say your name in every tone of voice, wanted to wake up beside him the next morning and the morning after that and the one after that and maybe the one after that, too. The feeling had arrived well ahead of the words to describe it. So instead, you climbed to your feet, took his face in your hands, and kissed him for a long time.

Bo squeezed your hips. “You best hurry up now, I might die o’ loneliness before you show up.”

“I’ll be fast.”

“Course you will, you ain’t bringin’ no clothes.”

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chaosmagicss · 3 years ago

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love in the dark (wanda maximoff x reader)

synopsis: your plan is simple; get through your senior year and make it to college with minimal fuss. what you aren't expecting is the spanner in the works that is wanda maximoff and her stupidly kissable lips.

series warnings: high school au (everyone is 18), secret relationship, jealousy, allusions to and brief mentions of smut, fluff, angst

chapter warnings: post-breakup sadness, very very brief smut (like, two sentences), alcohol

words: 4.7k

a/n: PHEW! my god, sorry this is so freaking late, but here!! the last chapter!!! i just wanna say thanks SO MUCH for all the support on this lil series, i really really appreciate it, truly. and while this is the last proper chapter, i've got a lil spinoff thing & MAYBE an epilogue lined up, sooo keep an eye out for those ;)

The world sort of starts to drag after the break up.

Your mother lets you take the next day off school, and you spend the weekend in bed, watching old animated movies from when you were younger and crying probably a little too much over the sad parts in the films. By Monday, your mother is practically pushing you out the door, enforcing her belief that the best way to handle sadness is by wallowing and then persevering, and according to her, you’d done enough wallowing to last at least a month. You knew that if you really pushed, she’d let you stay home for as long as you wanted, but you missed Carol and your eyes were starting to hurt from staring at a screen for so long, so school seemed like the best option.

Carol, thankfully, doesn’t give you an ounce of pity. You can tell she’s worried, but she doesn’t suffocate you with it - she bumps into your shoulder and grins from ear to ear when she finds you in the hallway, telling you she was worried your days as an active member of society were over.

You’d rolled your eyes, smiling your first genuine smile in days.

Until, of course, you looked to the side and saw her. She was talking with Steve and Nat, leaning against the lockers, arms crossed over her chest, and your heart dropped when she looked in your direction and caught you looking. She blinked, straightened up, lips parting, and god, it had looked like she was going to walk over.

You’d torn your eyes away, looped your arm through Carol’s and pulled so hard it was probably a miracle her arm didn’t come out of the socket. She’d started to protest, but it must’ve clicked pretty fast, because she fell silent and simply let you lead her away.

So, that’s how it’s been for almost three weeks - you avoiding Wanda Maximoff at every cost, slipping out of shared classes before she could make an effort to talk to you, ignoring the feeling of her eyes on you in the cafeteria as you picked mindlessly at your food, willing yourself not to look over. You and Carol didn’t talk about it past a I’m here if you wanna talk about it, you know that, right? Instead, you talked about how she finally grew a pair and asked Natasha to prom, that Natasha had said yes, and that Carol wasn’t sure if Nat wanted to match outfits or if that was too much. Val was tagging along with Thor and Loki, and the three were in the midst of conspiring a way to sneak any sort of alcohol into prom. So, talks of Carol and Natasha, of Val trying to enlist the two of you into joining her criminal activities and you having to convince Carol it was not a good idea, but no talk of Wanda.

Oh, except for the fact that her and Jarvis broke up.

Apparently, she’d been the one to pull the pin, at least that’s what Carol heard from Natasha. Despite your curiosity, you decide you don’t want to know more. It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t change anything, not really.

Only that Wanda was going to college in New York, instead of going to England.

But it doesn’t matter.

You don’t care.

It doesn’t change anything.

You’re so bummed about everything Wanda that when you get the acceptance letter from MIT, you barely have it in you to celebrate. It lifts your spirits, sure, and you smile when Carol and your mother both wrap you in bone-crushing hugs, but the second you get the urge to pull out your phone and tell Wanda, the good mood pretty much dies.

It doesn’t help that, when Tony approaches you at school as you’re packing up your locker in the locker room to quietly ask your result - he hugs you when you tell him, too, swears with a scout’s honour that he had nothing to do with it - you catch Wanda watching where she’s standing with Sam and Nat, and she looks away quickly when she realises she’s been spotted. She blushes, fingers curling into her bicep where she’s gripping her arm, and the deja vu is almost nauseating.

On top of everything, you’ve decided you don’t want to go to prom. Despite Carol’s insistence that it’s okay to join her and Nat, that Natasha wants you to join them instead of staying home, you can’t bring yourself to do it. It’s been difficult enough avoiding Wanda at school, so avoiding her while being stuck in the same gymnasium as her for a minimum of three hours? Impossible. You weren’t willing to run that risk.

Which is how, on prom night, you find yourself cross-legged on the couch with pizza, watching Pitch Perfect. You’ve made peace with it, even if Carol has spent the last four hours saying you should come. She gave up about half an hour ago, and on any other night, the radio silence would be concerning. But you’ve convinced yourself it’s fine.

Until there’s a knock at the door at the same time you get a text from her that simply reads:

Open the door or so help me

You groan, loudly, leaning your head back and hope she’ll give up.

You should know better, truly.

The knocking becomes insistent, and Carol starts shouting. You’re scrambling off the couch in a heartbeat - she’s done this before, and that ended in a complaint from your grouchy neighbours to the right. You whip the door open so forcefully it’s a surprise it doesn’t come straight off the hinges.

“Carol, I swear to God–” She slips past you and into the house, and you falter a little when you notice Natasha behind her, a suit jacket and pants on a coat hanger in her hold. The redhead smiles, and you open the door wider and step aside to let her in. “Carol, what–”

“You know that black button down you’ve got? Do you know where it is?” She’s already halfway up the stairs.

You sigh. “Dude, I’m not–”

“Yes, you are,” she calls down. “There’s no way you’re missing prom ‘cause there’s a chance you might run into your ex–”

“Carol!” you snap, because Natasha’s right there.

Nat chuckles. “Relax, Y/N. I know about you and Wanda.”

You whip your head around to face her, and she raises her eyebrows teasingly. “Danvers!” you start again, infuriated by the notion that she told Natasha, Wanda’s best friend, about your very secret relationship.

“Carol didn’t tell me,” Nat eases, putting a hand on your back. “I’ve known for a while. We both sort of figured it out together. You two weren’t as subtle as you think you were.”

You flush, averting your eyes. “Does, um, everyone know?”

Natasha nods. “Yeah, sort of,” she says. “When she broke up with Jarvis, she said there was someone, but didn’t specify, but pretty much everyone has their guesses.”

You nod, clearing your throat. “Great.”

“But, I mean, that wasn’t the reason she gave him,” she clarifies. “Said it was ‘cause it’s not what she wanted. Out of life, I mean. She only mentioned someone when he pushed.”

You relax a little, glad that it wasn’t a choice she made just because of you. Your relief must show on your face, because Nat’s face softens. A small grin pulls at her lips, but before she can say anything, Carol is back. She practically shoves the clothes into your arms, ignoring your displeased expression. “Okay. Put that on. We’re late.”

“Carol, I…”

“Please,” Carol says. “You’re my best friend. I don’t wanna go without you.” You sigh a little, shaking your head. “You don’t even have to stay long. Alright? Just show up, find out if Thor managed to sneak the drinks in. You’ll regret it if you don't.”

“I’m not so sure about that,” you mutter sarcastically, and Carol clicks her tongue.

“Chop chop, we’re on the clock, bucko.” You roll your eyes, but can’t fight your grin when you catch the blonde’s eyes. She grins back at you, waggling her eyebrows before she pushes gently. “Now.”

As you’re stepping into the gymnasium with Natasha’s grip on your hand like a vice, you think you might be able to handle this.

But then you do a quick scan of the crowd and you find Wanda looking right back at you. She looks fucking gorgeous; the dark red dress she’s wearing fits her like a glove, the neckline dipping dangerously low, her hair cascading down her back. Your feet freeze, and you watch Pietro notice you too before he leans in to whisper something in Wanda’s ear. She blinks, glancing briefly at her brother, who nods, before she looks back at you and takes a step forward.

“I can’t do this,” you mutter.

You manage to catch Natasha by surprise and pull your hand out of hers, and you hear Carol calling for you as you spin and start to make your way back towards the entrance. You don’t look back, and eventually Carol’s voice stops and another starts.

“Y/N!” You refuse to look back at her, shaking your head sharply as you slip through the crowd, ignoring the annoyed murmurs as the students part to let you through. “Y/N, wait.”

“No.”

“Y/N. Can you please just listen—” A hand catches your wrist just as you’ve stepped out the door, jolting you to a stop at the bottom of the steps.

You shake your head even as you turn to look up at her, pulling your hand out of her grip. “I’m not doing this, Wanda.”

Her jaw clenches in frustration, and you have to blink back the sudden onslaught of tears as you turn around again, all too aware of the eyes that are quickly tuning into the confrontation. You swallow thickly, turning on your heel, avoiding eye contact with anyone and ignoring Wanda’s stammering.

Until, “I love you!”

You go still as a few small gasps are heard, and you whirl around to face her. She lets out a heavy breath, her fingers curling and uncurling into fists and you watch the reality of the situation dawn on her. You can see from here the tears that form in her eyes.

“That’s - that’s not funny, Wanda.”

She shakes her head, your voice seemingly snapping her out of her thoughts as she takes four long strides to reach you, her hands catching the lapels of your suit jacket before you can step away from her.

“Wanda—”

“I love you,” she says again. Your heart is pounding so hard it hurts. Her gaze drops to your mouth for a few seconds before she finds your eyes again, and she’s frantic. “I know I messed up, but I want to be with you, because I love you, and I think… I think you love me, too.”

I do, you want to say. Of course I do.

Wanda swallows hard at your silence. “I don’t expect you to forgive me. Not immediately. But I want… I want to fix this. Fix us. I just - I just…” A beat, her fingers squeezing in your jacket. “Kiss me?”

The request is soft, shy, hopeful. Her hands shift, sliding up to cup your jaw. You swallow thickly, studying her face carefully before your gaze shifts, darting to the handful of people who are trying their best to pretend they aren’t watching. Her fingers press into your jaw, a silent urge for you to look back at her.

You do as much, heart still beating uncomfortably inside your chest. “Are you sure?”

She nods, eyes dropping to your lips. “Please.”

“There…” You take a breath, drop your voice to a whisper. “People are watching.”

Wanda gives you a thin smile, nods softly. “I know,” she murmurs. “I don’t care if they see. Not even a little.”

It’s all you need to hear. You grab her waist and pull her closer as your lips find hers in a kiss that’s hard and desperate, and you can taste the salt from her tears and absolutely nothing else matters. With her lips on yours, that puzzle piece that was missing in the last few weeks clicks right back into place. How something, someone, can feel so right is terrifying and exhilarating and you love her. She pulls away to breathe, her hands dropping to grip your jacket again.

“I love you,” she whispers it this time, eyes on yours. “I’m in love with you.”

“What - what about your parents?”

Wanda smiles, eyes watery. “I told my mother,” she says. “She - she said she’d make my father come around. Things will be different now. I won’t hide you. I don’t want to hide you. I promise, Y/N.”

You pull in a shaking breath, cupping her face in your hands, thumbs stroking tenderly over her skin as you try to string together a sentence that will properly convey the things you’re feeling right now. When words fail you, you kiss her. She sighs against your lips, her hands coming up to rest against your neck, her thumbs brushing tenderly along your jawline.

“I love you,” you whisper when you break apart for air. Wanda’s breath hitches, and she nudges her nose with yours.

“Let’s get out of here,” she murmurs. “We can talk. And then, if you want, just meet up with everyone later.”

“Mine or yours?” you ask softly.

“I don’t care,” she says quietly. “Just wanna be where you are.”

“Okay,” you grin, heart bursting. You kiss her cheek. “Okay, come on.”

Wanda grins back at you, lacing her fingers with yours when you take her hand and start to guide her to the carpark, weaving through the latecomers with giddy smiles on your faces. She doesn’t let go of your hand the whole way home, toying mindlessly with your fingers as you drive. She only lets go of you to get out of the car, and then she grabs your hand again to pull you towards the front door. The second you’ve got your key in the door and have pushed it open, Wanda’s taking your face in her hands and pulling your mouth to hers. You kick the door shut, wrapping your arms around her waist to pull her against you as she kisses you.

The two of you stumble upstairs, and the second you’re in your room, Wanda’s trying to pull off your suit jacket, giggling against your lips as you fall into your bed. She pulls you on top of her, humming against your mouth as her legs wind around your waist as much as the dress she’s wearing allows.

“I love you,” she whispers, over and over, as your kisses trail down her neck and her fingers find their way beneath her skirt. When she gasps, head tipping back, you echo the sentiment against her throat, heart thumping with anticipation.

Sometime later, when you and Wanda have changed into comfy clothes and Wanda is resting her head on your shoulder, toying absently with your fingers, she says, “Y/N?” You hum, twining your fingers together, running your thumb against hers. Wanda swallows hard. “Does… does this mean we’re together?”

You take a breath, heart pounding all of a sudden. “We’re going to college soon,” you whisper, and Wanda nods, and doesn't stop playing with your fingers. “We’d have to do long distance.”

“I know,” she murmurs, and then clears her throat. “It’s… it’s worth it. Y’know? I mean, it’s only an hour’s flight. I can - I can fly up and visit. Or you can come visit me. And we can video call during the semesters. It might get hard, but I… I’d like to try. If… I mean - if that’s what you want.” She pushes up onto an elbow to look down at you, her lips kiss swollen and her hair a mess, and you fall in love all over again. “Is that what you want?”

You smile softly, reaching up to push hair out of her eyes, behind her ear. “I have never, in my life, wanted anything more.”

Wanda’s smile is so bright it’s almost blinding.

When you show up at Tony’s party later that night, hand in hand, your friends practically explode into cheers. It’s completely embarrassing, and you’re sure you’re blushing like crazy, but when Wanda just giggles and squeezes your hand as she hides a little against your shoulder, a content warmth blossoms in your chest.

You wouldn’t have it any other way.

You’re so nervous, your legs are wobbly. Wanda’s grip on your hand is tight, reassuring as she follows Pietro towards the front door. The twins had insisted it was perfectly fine to stay the night - apparently, Iryna had even encouraged it - but you couldn’t shake the nerves nonetheless. You suppose you felt a little guilty, having lied to Iryna for as long as you did, and the idea of her being angry with you was terrifying, to say the least. You’d even gone as far to avoid her whenever you knew she was puttering around in your home during the week, and now knowing that she’s known of you and Wanda’s relationship since the day you broke up, you really were worried she would be upset with you.

But Wanda had pulled out the doe-eyes-and-pout move, and you hadn’t stood a chance.

Pietro opens the door, announcing, “Mama, we’re home!” as he does, and Wanda presses a quick kiss to your shoulder when you tense up.

You swallow thickly as Iryna comes into view, pausing when Pietro drops a kiss to her cheek as he moves into the kitchen. She’s watching you in a way you can’t decipher, a trait you’ve come to realise that Wanda has inherited, and it makes you want to fidget under her gaze. Wanda squeezes your hand gently before letting go and stepping away, and your fingers twitch with the urge to reach for her again.

But Iryna steps forward, coming to a stop in front of you and reaching up to cup your face, and for a second you think she might kill you. You swallow hard, intimidated by her silence, but then, a tiny, almost mischievous smile pulls at her lips.

“You’ll be good to my daughter, yes?”

Your breath leaves you in a relieved huff, and you nod. “Yes, ma’am.”

Her smile becomes a full, warm one, and she gently pinches your cheek before dropping her hands to your shoulders. “You’re a good girl, Y/N,” she says. “You have my blessing.”

You couldn’t not smile even if your life depended on it. Your cheeks flush, and Iryna’s smile widens as she steps away, shooting Wanda a quick wink on her way back towards the kitchen. Your eyes find Wanda, who bites into her lip to try and hide her smile until her mother is out of sight, and she all but leaps into your arms. You grab her with a small laugh, squeezing her tight and setting her down. Her arms wind around your neck as she beams up at you, and she leans in to press a chaste kiss to your lips.

“See?” she says. “I told you, you had nothing to worry about.”

You hum thoughtfully, gently squeezing her waist and kissing the corner of her mouth, her cheek. “Maybe I should listen to you more often,” you mumble.

Wanda hums in agreement, turning her face to catch your lips. “Mm, I think you should,” she murmurs against your mouth. You huff a good-natured laugh, kiss her again.

Her hands slide onto your jaw as you lick at her bottom lip, and she sighs quietly when you deepen the kiss, pulling her flush against you.

“Okay, that’s disgusting.”

You pull away to find Pietro, who, despite his words, is grinning at the two of you. Still, you take a step back, wiping at your mouth in an attempt to make sure there’s no remnants of Wanda’s lipstick on your face.

“Pietro, don’t be an ass,” Wanda says sternly, hand finding its home in yours as she twines your fingers. He holds his hands up in surrender and takes a few steps closer.

“I’m not!” he says. “I just think it’s gross watching you make out with your girlfriend in the middle of the house.”

Your cheeks flush at the teasing grin he shoots you, but Wanda just turns her chin up at him. “Fine,” she says, starting to pull you towards the stairs, “I’ll go make out with her in my room.”

“Gross,” he says loudly.

“Pietro, don’t be mean,” Iryna calls from another room.

Halfway up the stairs, Wanda turns around just long enough to stick her tongue out at her brother, and the man scoffs indignantly, throwing his hands up dramatically.

You just can’t stop smiling.

Watching your friends walk across the stage feels surreal. Walking across it yourself, even more-so.

There’s a moment, as you watch Pietro and then Wanda take their diplomas and shake hands with the principal, where you realise how much everything has changed in the span of a year. A year ago, Wanda was just Wanda Maximoff, the sweet girl with an accent that you caught yourself risking glances at just because she’s that pretty, whose equally-sweet mother made sure your home stayed organised and tidy to compensate for your mother’s demanding job at the hospital.

Now, she’s one of the most important people in your life.

You’re snapped out of your thoughts when Tony whistles obnoxiously as Wanda takes her diploma, and she looks out over the crowd of graduates and right at you, a chest-achingly beautiful smile on her face, and your heart just about melts.

There’s a slightly awkward moment in the carpark, afterwards, when as you’re standing around with Tony, Carol, Nat, Wanda, Pietro, Steve, Sam and Bucky, Jarvis approaches the group, diploma in hand. He hardly looks at anyone but Wanda as he informs everyone that he’ll be going to the airport that night, back to England, and that he’s glad he had them there to show him the ropes, and that Wanda had been so nice to him, despite the circumstances.

He shakes everyone’s hands, gives you and Carol a terse smile and a sharp nod, and then he’s gone.

There’s a few seconds of silence, and you only relax when Wanda finds your hand and leans up to press a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth.

Tony clears his throat, throws his arms around Steve and Pietro’s shoulders. “Alright. Who’s down to get wasted?”

Hours later, when all of the guests except for your group have stumbled out of Tony’s house at the 1:30AM curfew, you’re sitting on the couch with Carol’s legs thrown over your lap, Wanda’s head on your shoulder and your right hand caught between both of hers. Sam and Bucky are in the throes of a push-up contest, and Carol is counting along to keep track.

Sam loses at 109 push-ups. Half of the guests groan, begrudgingly hand over $5 notes, as Sam rolls onto his back and breathlessly calls Bucky a freak.

Your head is a little fuzzy from the alcohol, and your whole body is warm, and you know then and there how much you’re going to miss this.

The summer goes by in a whirl; there are parties and sleepovers and quiet nights with your mother, and you spend every spare moment you have with Wanda. Your mother and Iryna start going out for brunch every once in a while, and you finally meet Mr Maximoff, who watches you with apprehension but finally softens when he notices just how bright Wanda seems when she’s around you.

When he finally speaks a full sentence to you - just casually, as he’s leaving a room - Pietro smacks you on the back and gives you one of those wink-nod things. You have to lean on your hand to hide your smile.

Carol enlists in the Air Force, a step in the direction of becoming a pilot, and you’re so happy for her that it feels silly.

You’re all too aware of how time is ticking, how you’re going to have to go your separate ways with all your friends, but all that does is make every fleeting moment better, more memorable.

When the time comes, Wanda and Carol come with you to Boston to help you move into your dorm room. Tony has arranged a rental car for them to drive down to New York, because of course he has, and you think you’re handling it all pretty well until you’re meeting Carol at the car.

You sort of just don’t want to let them go.

Wanda is putting on a brave face, kissing your knuckles as Carol loads Wanda’s luggage into the car.

“We’ll call, like, all the time,” Wanda mutters, the way she’s been doing for at least ten minutes, like she’s trying to see reason in everything by audibly reminding herself of it. “And it’ll be so great when we get to see each other during the breaks.”

You huff a laugh, ignoring the warning look that Wanda sends you because the tears in her eyes make it fall short.

“Oh, sweetheart,” you chuckle, cupping her face and leaning in close. Cold fingers wrap around your wrists as you kiss her, slow and steady, trying to burn the curve of her mouth into your brain. You kiss the tip of her nose as you pull back. “Please don’t cry. If you cry, I’ll cry, and I’m a very ugly crier so I’d rather not.”

Wanda sniffles, giving you an amused look. You smile, pressing another quick kiss to her lips, stroking your thumbs over her cheeks.

You only look away from her when Carol knocks on the roof of the car, and both you and Wanda turn to look at her. “Uh, hello, where’s my goodbye kiss?” You roll your eyes and Wanda giggles. Carol grins, gets into the car, and you look back to Wanda to find her looking at you so softly it makes you blush.

“I love you,” Wanda says quietly.

You don’t even hesitate. “I love you, too.” Her lips quirk and then twist as she drops her eyes, and you can tell she’s trying not to cry. “Hey,” you coo softly, cupping her face in your hands. “I’ll see you during the break, okay?”

Wanda takes a breath, manages to catch your eyes again. “I'm gonna miss you.”

You smile gently, lean in to give her a soft kiss. “I’m gonna miss you, too.” She nudges her nose against yours before she leans back. “Okay. Okay. Quick, before I throw myself at your feet and beg you not to leave me.”

Wanda huffs a laugh, kisses your cheek, and then steps towards the car and opens the door. “So dramatic,” she chides. You smile, stuff your hands into your pockets if only to stop yourself from reaching for her as she slides into the passenger seat. You swallow dryly, leaning down to the window once Wanda has put it down.

You grin when you notice the sunglasses now sitting stop Carol’s nose. “You alright over there, Carol?”

“Peachy,” the blonde replies, voice steady. You huff a laugh, amused by your friend’s antics, before turning your attention back to Wanda.

“I’ll call you once I’m at the dorm,” she says. You nod.

“I’ll be waiting.”

Carol clears her throat. “Alright, Maximoff, no bathroom breaks for at least an hour and a half.”

Wanda grins, mocks a salute. “Aye-aye, aviator.”

Carol rolls her eyes to the heavens. “It doesn’t even make sense,” she mutters for what must be the millionth time this summer.

Once the car has disappeared from view, you take a deep breath, turn around, and start to make your way back to your dorm room. Just as you’re getting inside, your phone dings in your pocket, and you’re smiling the moment you see who it’s from.

You open Wanda’s message, grinning at the photo of Carol trying to hide that she’s crying, Wanda beaming in the corner of the frame, your heart so full it sort of hurts.

i knew she’d miss me

There’s a typing bubble, and then:

Not nearly as much as I do

sap.

For you?? Always

You huff as you drop onto your bed, the mattress bouncing a little with the force, that silly smile still on your face.

You love Wanda Maximoff. Completely and overwhelmingly.

And she loves you right back.

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cassifictional · 2 years ago

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Picture taken from @sapphictemple 's Sevika pic folder and edited. Go check it out.

Pairing: Sevika x g/n reader

Tags: nsfw - oral. Established relationship, Sevika’s on the receiving end for once.

Summary: poor Sevika has had a long day fighting paperwork. She probably needs to relieve some stress. Why not try something new?

Word count: 2.9k (cheers)

Notes: Started making it. Had a breakdown. Bon appetite.

For real though, I’ve had a real shitty week so any nice comments/reblogs would make me so happy. And it’s been a while since I wrote smut. I really like how it turned out, despite the events of this past week. Hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. ❤

As you rounded the corner on your way to The Last Drop, you noticed that most of the lights had already been turned off for the night. You hadn’t even realized it was that late already. Not that it mattered, you were quite comfortable being active and awake all throughout the night, right up until the early hours of the morning. It also didn’t matter that the bar was already closed. You weren’t there to party, you were there for one person and one person only: your girlfriend.

The front doors were already locked, but some of the lights inside were still on. Peeking through the windows, you could see the vague outline of a person sitting at a desk near the back of the room. No doubt about it, that had to be the woman you were coming to see. As you looked around for a second longer, you noticed there wasn’t anyone else around. You grinned as you realized this might be the perfect time to attempt a little thing you had been wanting to try for a while now. The Last Drop, entirely vacant, doors locked, granting you the most privacy you could possibly get in this nightlife hotspot. A hotspot that was always so crowded. Except for now. Exciting.

You quickly made your way to the side entrance, a partially hidden door reserved for employees and “special guests”. As you pushed it open, you called out for your girlfriend to announce your presence as a “special guest” and not a thief looking to get their hands on the contents of the register behind the bar.

“Sevi?” you called out to no response. You couldn’t yet see her from where you were right now.

Oh god. What if it hadn’t been Sevika you saw through the window. Maybe it had been Silco. In a really big coat.

“Oh, thank god.” you sighed as the desk in the corner of the room came into view and you realized it was, in fact, your girlfriend sitting at the desk as usual. Sevika raised an eyebrow at you as you approached her.

“Thank god I’m stuck at this desk?” she said, sounding more than a little annoyed.

“No, it’s just- no, actually, nevermind.” you walked up to her desk and took a seat right on top of it. You’d rather sit in her lap, but that spot wasn’t available right now. The desk was a mess, there was barely enough space for you to sit. Little piles of papers and notes were everywhere with tools and small loose bits of machinery mixed among them. From the looks of it, she had been combining paperwork with some maintenance on her mechanical arm.

“I was waiting for you at home,” you spoke, reaching out to touch her hand, “but you were taking too long, so I came to see you.”

Sevika allowed you to touch her, but she didn’t return the gesture like she’d usually do when you two were alone.

“Well, yeah, it’s one of those days. Lots of work. Nothing I can do about it.” she huffed, taking back her hand to get back to the work on her desk.

“Sure you could.” you smiled sweetly, tilting your head to the side. “You could finish it.”

“No shit.”

Right. Seemed like humor wasn’t working on her tonight.

“How much longer, do you think?” you asked, trying a more compassionate approach. You leaned over to take a look at what she was working on. Shimmer shipment details and numbers. Boring stuff. The kind of stuff that would make her extra grumpy.

“I’m almost done. Twenty minutes or so.”

“Can I help?”

“Yes. Stop distracting me.” she glared at you.

“Alright. Fine.” you grumbled, getting ready to hop off the desk again. Sevika quickly reached out to grab your arm before you could do so.

“Didn’t say I don’t want your company.” she said without looking up from her papers. Seems like she had realized she was being a bit harsh.

You smiled at her and turned around on the desk to face her, swinging your legs over to the other side so you could rest one of your feet on her thigh. Immediately regretting her decision to be nice to you, she shot you another glare, but you just glanced around the room, feigning ignorance. Sevika let out a long, deep sigh, and continued with her work, trying her best to ignore you for the time being.

Now all you could do was wait for your girlfriend to finish her work. You took your time to study Sevika’s beautiful features, something you loved to do whenever you were near her but she was too busy with other things to pay attention to you. You noticed her brow was more furrowed than usual. By the way she kept blinking, you could tell that she must be feeling tired. Her shoulders seemed stiff, the rest of her posture seemed to be as well. Her leg, the one you were not currently resting your foot on, was bouncing up and down ever so slightly. She looked incredibly tense, like she had a very long and very annoying day. Luckily, you knew a thing or two to help her get rid of all that tension.

“Almost done.” she mumbled, shoving a few more papers to the side. You took that as your cue to start the little plan that had popped into your mind the second you had seen her through the window, sitting here all by herself in the corner of the now closed bar.

You slowly let your foot slide down her thigh until it was in between her legs. You felt her flinch at the sensation, but she didn’t give you the satisfaction of a further reaction. Displeased, hoping for a slightly more exciting response, you started slowly rubbing the tip of your shoe along the inside of her thigh. Again, you felt her shudder underneath your foot ever so slightly, but that was all you got out of her. You had to stop yourself from grinning when you noticed all the hairs on her arm were now standing up straight. As hard as she was trying not to react, her body could not help itself.

“I thought I told you to stop distracting me.” she said in a tone that was meant to sound intimidating. It didn’t work on you, though. Not right now. You knew that in this case, it was just an empty threat. She could try all she wanted to pretend she wasn’t enjoying this at least a little.

“I’m not distracting. I’m encouraging.” you smiled at her.

Eager to see her react even more, you made a bold move and decided to gently press the tip of your shoe right in between her legs, rubbing it up and down her crotch just once.

A quiet “fuck” escaped her mouth as you felt her whole body twitch underneath you. Finally, a crack in that stoic composure of hers.

Breaking the silence in the building, there was a small noise coming from the direction of the side door, from where you had entered. As if feeling relieved, Sevika shot up from her seat, loudly shoving her chair back as she did. You sighed, rolled your eyes and turned around a little to see where the noise was coming from. One of Silco’s goons had entered the building, holding a small stack of more fucking paperwork. Sevika huffed and straightened her clothes, trying to hide that her breathing had suddenly gotten very heavy from seemingly just sitting still at a desk, and made her way over to the guy awkwardly standing by the door.

“Here’s that report that was missing, boss. It’s-“

“Give me that.” you heard Sevika hiss, followed by the noise of rustling papers.

As Sevika gave the guy an earful about being late, you hopped off the desk and set the second phase of your plan in motion. You were already getting excited, and the best part hadn’t even started yet.

When Sevika returned, she seemed surprised when she noticed you weren’t sitting on her desk anymore. She glanced around before sitting down, jumping in her seat a little once she realized you had hidden yourself underneath the desk.

“Last guy, right? Did you lock the door?” you asked, sitting on the floor underneath Sevika’s desk, pretending to admire its wood grain as you talked.

“I did. What are you doing? Get up.” she demanded as if she had forgotten about your previous interaction just a minute ago. She really wasn’t taking hints well tonight.

“Encouraging you.” you said plainly. “You were almost done, right? I suggest you hurry up.”

Sevika scoffed. “Or else?”

“Or else I’m not rewarding you for working so hard today.”

Something finally seemed to click in her when you saw her eyebrows raise a little once you started running your hands up from her calves to the insides of her thighs.

“What, right now?” she asked, her breathing getting a bit heavier again already. “Why here? Can’t this wait until we’re home?”

“No, because I know how much you like to instantly fall asleep the second you get home after a day like this.”

“I hate how accurate that is.” she chuckled.

For a moment she considered her options, but her decision was quickly made. Without saying another word, she leaned back over the desk and started scribbling on the papers again. You rested your head on her thigh as she worked, continuing to tease the inside of her thighs with your hands as “encouragement”. She carefully pushed you a little closer to her with one of her feet, wordlessly urging you to continue whatever you were doing.

After five more minutes, you were getting impatient. Sure, you had a front-row seat to the best show you could think of, but nothing was happening yet. The scribbling of Sevika’s pen continued and irritated you. Enough was enough. Either she finished her work now or she could finish as she was herself, well, finishing.

You moved in a little closer and moved your hands up to the front of her pants. Slowly, giving her just a little more time to continue her work, you started to undo her belt. A sharp hiss shot out from her metal arm, followed by the sound of her sharp metal fingertips scratching the desk. Good. You were getting her all worked up again.

“No patience, you..” she groaned.

“Hurry the fuck up then.” you said as you fully undid her belt, working your way down to the button and zipper below.

She leaned forward a little more. You heard her curse quietly under her breath again.

“Shit.”

The button now undone as well, you decided to take the zipper in between your teeth and undo it like that. You felt Sevika shudder underneath you.

Then finally, as the zipper was now fully open, her underwear already peeking through, you heard Sevika slam her pen down on the desk. Forcefully, but careful as not to hurt you, she shoved her chair back and raised her hips just enough that she could quickly slide her pants down.

“I’m done.” she growled as she dragged herself forward again to be closer to you, reaching back to take her underwear off as well, but you stopped her from doing so.

“Took you long enough.” you grinned, hooking the fingers of one of your hands underneath the top of the hem of her underwear. Right in front of your face, you could see that a damp patch was already well visible in between her legs. Teasing her a little more, you lightly ran your fingers over it. You heard her sharply inhale as you did.

“About that ‘reward’ I was promised..” Sevika said in between heavy breaths, pushing you a little closer again with the back of her foot, “how about you quit being a nuisance and get to it?”

“Who’s the impatient one now?” you said teasingly before dragging her underwear down in one smooth motion, a sharp contrast to your previous slow teasing that seemed to please Sevika. You were about to please her a whole lot more, though. The sight of her glistening wet in front of you was even better than the front-row seat you had before. This was more like a VIP-ticket. Including a meet-and-greet. Meet-and-eat.

“Fine. How about you say ‘please’ first?” you smiled up at her expectantly.

“No.”

You shrugged. “Oh, well. Was worth a try.”

Sevika wasn’t the type to beg for attention. She knew she would get it one way or another anyway. That didn’t stop you from trying every once in a while, though.

You took in the sight of her all wet and ready and impatient in front of you just once more before you finally went down. Savouring that first taste of her just a little more than usual. She let out a long, shuddering sigh as your mouth finally made contact with that sweet spot. To finally relieve that mutual impatience together, to release that built up tension from the entire day, that relief felt incredibly good.

“Ah, yes, just like that..” Sevika groaned quietly, “keep going. You know how I like it.”

You sure as hell did.

Dragging your tongue up and down her folds, you lapped up everything she was giving you. After the long day at work, her scent was intoxicating, musky and warm and wonderfully her, somehow still not smelling gross like you’d expect someone to smell after a labor-intensive day. You wanted to tell her all about how much you were enjoying her, but for you to talk you would have to pause and you weren’t eager to do that.

You moved up to give her clit some much needed attention, which she happily accepted. With her metal hand clutching the armrest of her chair, Sevika’s free hand quickly found it’s way to your head, intertwining itself in your hair and pushing you down into her a little more. Her foot, still behind you, pushed you a little closer as well. It was almost getting a bit hard to breathe, but not enough to be an issue. But even if it was.. what a way this would be to go.

“Just like that. Perfect.” she panted, already looking perfectly dishevelled.

Her hand on your head and the foot behind you were enough to tell you that she very much still demanded control of the situation, even though you had her fully at your own mercy as well. The balance between both of your needs to be in control made everything feel that much more exciting.

As you continued to eagerly eat her out, juices dripping down your chin, you felt her thigh tense up underneath your hand. A telltale sign that she was getting close. Already?

In an attempt to make the situation last a little longer, you tried to move your mouth down a little again. A rough tug on your hair quickly made you reconsider that decision, moving back up again as quickly as you had tried to go down.

“Don’t you fucking dare stop now.” Sevika growled, her breathing heavy and deep, her body feeling warm and flushed against you.

So you continued as you had before, eagerly licking and sucking and enjoying every little reaction you got out of her. You looked up at her in an attempt to maintain eye contact, but she couldn’t keep her composure anymore. You could feel her thighs tense up again, along with the muscles in her hips and the now painfully tight grip on your hair told you all you needed to know. Still looking up at her, you watched her close her eyes and lean her head back. So close.

“Don’t you dare fucking stop.” she repeated, breathlessly now. “Please.”

The unexpected please sent shivers up your spine. You knew exactly what you needed to do now.

Keep up the pace. Let her come.

And she did. Moaning and groaning through clenched teeth, trying to not make too much noise in case anyone was somehow still around in the vacant and closed bar. She pulled you in so close you could barely breathe as she rode out her orgasm. Judging by how long it lasted, she must have really, really needed that sweet release. After what felt like forever, she released your head and you took a long, deep breath, thoroughly enjoying the sweet, sweet oxygen.

“That was fast.” you panted, out of breath after nearly being smothered in the best way possible.

“Told you. You know what I like.” she grinned, also out of breath, but for an entirely different reason. The way she said it made it sound like a genuine compliment, a rare treat coming from her.

“One more?” you asked, more than eager to get back to work.

“No, that’s enough,” she chuckled,” You did well. I need to have some energy left to walk home.”

Disappointed but also satisfied, you crawled out from underneath the desk, letting Sevika dress herself again before taking her head in between your hands and giving her a long, deep kiss. Letting her taste herself a little in the meantime from what remained of her on your lips.

“You know..” she mumbled through the kiss, “If all my days behind this desk ended like this, I think I’d be more inclined to take the shifts involving paperwork.”

“You go do that.” you mumbled back at her, your eyes still closed. “Show those papers who’s boss. I’ll sit under your desk all day if it’ll help.”

“I doubt it will.” she snickered. “But it’s something to look forward to, for once.”

Notes: I think I may have a bit of a fixation with desks :v and legs. Definitely legs.

Also, the logistics of (tight) pants and this position are something I’ve yet to experience for myself. I have a hard time picturing it in my head without it looking silly.

You’d think I’d have a thing for almost getting caught doing something somewhere you’re not supposed to, considering I’ve written a scenario like that before. In reality, I have anxiety and would never ever put myself in a situation like that LOL

#arcane #sevika #arcane sevika #sevika x reader #sevika x female reader #sevika x y/n #sevika x you #arcane x reader #arcane imagine #arcane imagines #cat writes

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veryace-ficrecs · 2 years ago

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Steve Harrington with Head Trauma Fic Recs

one of my favorite Stranger Things tropes, here is a list of Steve having head trauma and/or suffering from migraines.

as always this list will include all ratings and tags, so read at your own discretion! :)

Misjudged Your Limits by kikisifi13 - Rated T

"According to Robin, the first signs that Steve was getting a migraine were the little things, things that would seem normal if they were coming from anyone else. Steve had walked into Family Video that morning fifteen minutes late, wearing sunglasses and clutching a thermos of coffee. And sure, it was summer. But the knowing glance that Robin shot Eddie told him this wasn’t that."

After being beaten up one too many times, Steve Harrington has some head trauma to show for it. This also means migraines, which he tries his best to avoid displaying. 3 months into dating Eddie Munson, that particular situation becomes unavoidable, and when Steve is forced to be vulnerable, Eddie doesn't know what the hell he's supposed to do. Cue Robin leading Eddie through Caring For Steve's Migraines: A Comprehensive Guide.

TW: headaches, nausea, vomiting

Odds and Ends by kikisifi13 - Rated T

The plan is this: Steve is supposed to take the kids to see the newest Star Trek movie this Friday. The problem is this: Steve is due for a migraine.

basically the kids thought his migraines weren't a big deal, and now they DEFINITELY do hehe well, with a little help from Eddie and Robin. and Max. she knows what's up.

So Let It Out And Let It In by fangirlandtheories - Rated T

"Steve and his Dad get into a fight so he instinctively seeks out Eddie, only realizing too late that he's in the middle of DnD night with the kids, forcing him to be vulnerable in front of them." Anon request from Tumblr. *** “Hey, Steve, you’re kinda freaking us out dude.” Mike was slowly rising from his seat as he watched Steve’s eyes start to flutter. “Why’s your voice sound like that?”

medicinal by peaktotheocean - Rated T

“I’ve got a friend who is having a ton of migraine issues," Robin blurted out. Eddie's head rose to look at her. That was a new one. "We heard weed helps. Any truth to it?” She asked hopefully.

Uncle Wayne always used to joke that Eddie was too curious for his own good. Eddie just never thought he'd agree with the assessment while selling weed to Robin Buckley of all people.

Sticky Notes by voidpacifist - Rated M

"It's the only music I can hear," Steve answers honestly. Something soft passes over Eddie's face at the admission. It's not pity. Steve saw pity in the librarians eyes as he and Dustin and Robin checked out all those books on ASL. Steve knows what self righteous sympathy does to a person's face, and it isn't doing that to Eddie's. No, Eddie's expression is maybe closest to understanding.

Steve's hearing was already dwindling on the precipice of "not good" after his run-in with Billy Hargrove in 1984. Less than a year and one Russian interrogation later, he loses the totality of his hearing in his left ear, and most of it in his right. To help himself readjust to a world with minimal sound, he starts seeking noise in a way he never expected to — by attending Corroded Coffin's performances at the Hideout.

Eddie wants to know what the hell is up with "King Steve" suddenly showing up to his shows. His questioning doesn't go to plan, and instead he lands himself an unexpected new friend.

pre!S3 —> post!S4

yesterdays shatter, tomorrows don't matter by yellowmarshmallow - Rated M

There were only so many times someone could hit you in the head before you got lasting problems. Steve found that the number was about three.

But now Robin and the kids insist he should look after himself, and with Eddie making it his mission to make sure he does, Steve isn't sure he's in a place to argue.

Maybe being loved isn't so bad.

Stuck in My Head by schrijverr - Rated T

Between Jonathan, Billy and the Russians, Steve’s brain has taken enough damage for it to be permanent. He tries to deal with it, but with the Upside Down coming back, he can’t keep doing it alone. So, he confides in Eddie, the most unlikely person, but the only one who doesn’t yet count on him to be strong. The secret gives them a bond that helps them grow closer together as Eddie has Steve’s back and shows him he’s worth something.

#fanfic #fanfic recs #veryace recs #stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #steve harrington has head trauma #steve harrington has migraines #ao3 #ao3 fic recs

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imagineyourworld · 2 years ago

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Dress Up

Steven Grant x fem!Reader, Marc Spector x fem!Reader, Jake Lockley x fem!Reader

Request: Hi! Can you do one where the reader (female) has to go shopping for a dress for an event and the moon boys decide to tag along? I feel like at least one of them would get lost or wander off (maybe accident or on purpose) and where the reader would end up finding them. Thank you

Warnings: google translate Spanish (I speak two languages fluently and three others a bit, but Spanish is above my paygrade)

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Was there anything worse than a strict dress code? You enjoyed dressing up for occasions, liked picking out a dress, matching shoes and jewelry, and doing your makeup, having your boyfriends staring at you and telling you you looked “breathtaking” or “gorgeous” or “maravilloso”. But a dress code? What even was “black tie optional”? Did you have to wear a dress or would a smart jumpsuit do? What about jewelry? What sort of makeup were you supposed to put on? Did you have to buy new shoes to match your dress or would simple black pumps do? “You worry too much, love. I’m sure you’ll look great no matter what you wear,” Steven tried to reassure you as you shifted through the dresses on the rack. “Easy for you to say, you have like the perfect occasion outfit ready in the blink of an eye!” Would red be too bold? Is black too funeral-y? “That’s if I even go with you,” he muttered, more to himself than to you, but it finally made you turn around, the three dresses already slung over your arm whooshing along. “I thought we’d agreed that you’d come with me. I need you at this, I’ll be on edge the entire time and you have such a way of calming me down.” You walked closer to where Steven was leaning against a pillar a couple of meters away and put a hand on his chest, looking up at him with huge eyes. “Stevie, you promised,” you said with a pout, slowly scratching your fingers right over where his heart was hidden underneath layers of clothes, flesh, and bone. He shrugged, though you could tell it was half-heartedly. “I said one of us would go. Think about it, honey, I’m not good with strangers, do you really want me around? Wouldn’t you rather have Marc in all his confident glory? Or Jake? Impress your family with a bilingual and worldly boyfriend? And neither of them have suits, at least not like the one I have.” You sighed. You knew full well that discussing this here and now, in the middle of a crowded department store amongst all those Saturday shoppers, would be pointless. “We can go look at suits once I’ve found a dress, okay?” He nodded, the relief obvious on his face. You knew that Steven loved you, and if you asked there was nothing he would deny you, but he wasn’t always the best in social situations and you could never bring yourself to force him to go if it made him feel uncomfortable, even though you couldn’t deny that bringing Steven in his white suit as your plus one made your mouth water ever so slightly. “How about you try on these pretty dresses now?” You didn’t need to be told twice. Usually you liked dressing up, feeling like a princess rather than your regular self, but trying on heavy dresses in a tiny changing room in a crowded department store wasn’t exactly your idea of fun. Maybe you should have tried online shopping instead, but it was too late for that now. With a glance over your shoulder you made sure that Steven was following you as you headed to the changing room, which for some reason was weirdly deserted, no other waiting customers or even an attendant in sight. “I’ll just be in there real quick and then we can go and get some lunch, deal?” You turned around to look at Steven, who had already found a comfortable seat in an armchair nearby and sent you a sweet smile from there. “Take your time, love, I’ll be here if you need anything.” With a final nod you disappeared into the changing room, hung up the three dresses on the little hook and closed the curtain with a loud swoosh. You peeled off your shirt and trousers, both of which were by now sticking uncomfortably to your skin in the London heat that even the air conditioning did little to soften it. Finally your clothes were off and the first dress was on. There was only one slight issue. “Steven, could you zip me up please?,” you called out to your boyfriend, who you were sure was still sitting where you had left him, probably on his phone by now. To your surprise it wasn’t Steven who arrived at the changing room, you could tell instantly by the way he held himself, the confidence in his eyes, and the slight twist of his mouth. “Te ves hermosa cariño.” You shook your head. Though you were thankful for his comment, you knew that Jake liked you no matter what you wore, and thought you most beautiful with no clothes at all, so it didn’t really count for much. “Thank you, but this just isn’t it.” You looked at Jake, who had stepped behind you and was now zipping you up through the mirror, sure that in the same reflective surface Jake could see Steven and Marc and how they felt about this dress. “It’s too long and I don’t have time to get it shortened, the sleeves are a bit tight and I’m not even sure if I want sleeves or should just go with something with simple straps or even strapless. And then there’s the waist, it just looks all wrong.” Jake shrugged. You knew that he was probably trying his best, but he simply wasn’t the best guy to go shopping with. “I think you look great.” He glanced at the mirror. “Marc wants you to try the short blue dress.” You followed his eyes to one of the other two dresses hanging up on the hook. It was by far prettier than the black dress you were wearing now, but maybe just a bit too short for the occasion. “I don’t know, don’t you think it’s a bit informal? Shouldn’t I rather go with floor length?” Jake’s eyes flitted from you to the dress and back again. Now Jake Lockely was usually a hard guy to read, but the single look told you exactly what was going through his mind right now: The shorter the dress, the better. “You’re terrible, has anyone ever told you that?,” you asked, though your laughter made it seem less serious than you had intended. Jake leaned closer to press a quick kiss to your lips, but before you could deepen it he pulled away again. “I know, cariño, that’s why you love me.” Now who were you to argue with that logic? You reached behind you for the short blue dress before handing it to Jake with your sweetest smile on your lips, the one you knew none of your boys could resist. “Would you mind looking for a dress like this for me? Same colour, similar cut, but preferably at least knee length?” It never crossed your mind that maybe this was a lot to ask of Jake, even his confused expression didn’t deter you from your idea. “Oh, and some shoes as well if you find any. Not too high and the heel not too thin, I don’t want sore feet the next day.” Jake just nodded. He took a step back, still looking at you in your once again unzipped dress. Finally, with one last dazzling smile from you, he turned around and went to find a dress. —---- It has been almost thirty minutes since you sent Jake away to find you another dress, even if he hadn’t found one he should have returned by now, empty handed and ensuring you that whatever dress you were wearing right now would be perfect. Only none of them were. In fact they only seemed to get worse, the last one only succeeded in highlighting all the areas you didn’t like and making your self-confidence disappear into thin air. You needed Jake, or one of the others, to reassure you, to hug you and kiss you and tell you that you would find a dress that you would look and feel beautiful in. With one last sigh you left the changing room, shouldered your purse, and went to find Jake. You checked the armchair you had left Steven in first, but it was occupied by an old man probably waiting for his wife or daughter. Next you searched the area where you had found the dresses you had just tried on. Nothing. Deserted. Not a single soul, not even a shop assistant you could ask whether they had seen a handsome man with dark curly hair. With drawn eyebrows you pulled your phone out of your purse, checking if you had any messages or missed calls. Nothing. You were starting to worry. The store really wasn’t that big, even if he had searched every corner he would have been back by now, and if he had left he surely would have at least texted. As quick as you could you dialled the number to the phone Jake, Steven, and Marc all shared. Once again, nothing. With a sigh you looked around again as if one of them would appear out of thin air. You even considered asking an employee to make an announcement that they were sure to hear. “Okay, relax, they’re grown men, they can take care of themselves. And they have each other. Steven wouldn’t let the others leave without telling me, Marc wouldn’t let them get into trouble, and if they did Jake would get them out,” you mumbled as you went around the area again, pulling dresses to the side to check if maybe they were playing a prank on you by hiding between them. But of course they weren’t. With a sigh you decided to look around the rest of the store. To your surprise it didn’t take long until you heard a familiar voice, followed by a lot of laughter. “Marc?,” you asked as you rounded a corner. The sight was unexpected. You found your boyfriend lounging in an armchair, his back turned to you, unharmed and as far away from trouble as he could be. A woman probably a couple of years younger than your grandmother sat in a matching armchair next to him, her hand on his arm, while another woman around her age stood on the other side, and yet another woman right in front of Marc. He turned around to face you, a bright smile on his face. “Ladies, this is my beautiful girlfriend I have told you about.” You could feel heat rising to your cheeks at his words, which only intensified once the old ladies began to coo at you, especially once Marc reached out a hand to you, which you instantly took, and he in turn used to pull you into his lap. “Marc!,” you shrieked, shocked and a tiny bit embarrassed by his behaviour. He was usually so reserved and now he was acting like a love struck teenager in front of these women he had just met. “Relax, baby,” he whispered in your ear, and against your better judgement you instantly did, there was just something about him, about his voice, that made you feel at peace. “You are such an adorable couple!,” the woman on Marc’s left exclaimed, hearts practically visible in her eyes. “I wish my husband was as romantic as yours, looking for a dress for you,” the one on his right added. Deciding that the safest thing would be to remove yourself from the situation you hid your face in Marc’s neck, breathing in his familiar and comforting scent. “Actually, we’re not married,” he told them as his hand began to stroke up and down your back. A round of shock gasps could be heard, whether they were shocked you were this close with someone who wasn’t your husband or if the two of you just seemed like a married couple you didn’t know. “Whyever not?” A nervous chuckle left Marc and all of the sudden you felt like it was your responsibility to take charge of the situation again. You lifted your head from where it was still buried in the side of his neck and looked at each of the women. “It was lovely chatting with you but I really do need to find a dress and we should probably check out some more shops.” You jumped off of Marc’s lap, holding your hand out for him to take, which he did while he bid the old ladies farewell and wished them happy shopping. As soon as you were out of earshot you couldn’t hold your laughter in anymore. “Who knew you were such a charmer?” Marc gasped, a playfully offended expression on his face. “What’s that supposed to mean? I’m always charming.” You laughed again as you pressed a kiss to his cheek while pulling him out of the store at the same time. “Sure you are, handsome. But now how about you let me continue shopping with Steven, he’s the only one who’s actually helpful in situations like this. You chuckled as Marc and Jake began to fight for control, both of them telling you that they were exceptional shopping companions and that they could do much more than devour you with their eyes and chat up old ladies. Finally they relented and gave Steven control of the body. He looked at you with love in his gaze, he stroked a thumb across your hand, which he was still holding tight. “Now let’s finally find you a dress, love,” he said as he pulled you into the next store. Say what you will about dress shopping with your boyfriends, it certainly wasn’t boring.

#Steven Grant #steven grant x reader #steven grant imagine #steven grant x you #steven my beloved #steven grant x y/n #marc spector #marc spector x reader #marc spector imagine #marc spector x you #marc spector x y/n #jake lockley x reader #jake lockley x you #jake lockley imagine #jake lockley x y/n #jake lockley

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kinnporsche · 2 years ago

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here’s another kinn & porsche rec list as promised! once again, the list is ordered according to length (from longest to shortest), but this time i’ve also included some wips that i’m obsessed with right now—if the fic is currently incomplete, i’ve marked it with (wip). you should definitely check them all out, they’re so great and every new update makes my day. really and truly, these fics have literally been what’s getting me through it lately. please be sure to read the tags, and show the authors some love! [part 2/?]

— true north by vincerets – explicit / 102.6k words (wip)

soulmate (ˈsəʊlmeɪt) · noun · a person with whom you feel the most complete. two bodies, one soul.

Porsche is twenty-three when he gets a job working for the mafia. He’s twenty-three when one touch from the family’s heir shifts his world from shades of grey to bright and vibrant. Whoever decided to put the other half of his soul in a Theerapanyakul is getting a very strongly worded letter.

— fake love and hennessy by yeetlegay – explicit / 102.5k words (wip)

“As I said, Porsche,” Kinn begins. “I don’t like loose ends. So here’s what I propose: I’ll pay you for your company for the next week until my flight on Friday. Once I’m out of the country and beyond the reach of my enemies here, you’ll be free to go home. How does that sound?”

Porsche feels like he’s hallucinating. “My company?”

Kinn’s eyes roam over him freely. “Or however else you’d like to put it.”

(AKA: the Pretty Woman AU.)

— being this close ain’t close enough by fortunehasgivenup – explicit / 81k words

Porsche has imagined meeting his soulmate plenty of times. He hadn’t thought that it would involve being chased by men with knives and tied to a chair, but he’s willing to let that go. What he isn’t willing to do is let Kinn walk all over him.

The second that Kinn sees his own name on Porsche’s body, he’s all in. He wants Porsche within arm’s reach, at his side, in his bed, all of it. But his soulmate is stubborn and independent to a fault.

(Or: during the boat scene in episode one, they realize that they’re soulmates. They have a difference of opinions about how things should go.)

— wrapped around your finger (is my ring) by kittysawat – explicit / 61.2k words (wip)

“Relax.” Kinn leans on the counter. “I just want to talk.”

Porsche wills his beating heart to calm down, hoping his voice is steady when he asks, “You want your watch back, right?”

He has the audacity to laugh. “No, but I do have an offer for you.”

“An offer?”

Kinn smiles up at him, his ringed finger tapping against the glass. “Be my fiancé.”

(Or: when forced into an arranged marriage, Kinn needs someone to play his fiancé. The perfect candidate comes to him in the form of a certain bartender demanding fifty-grand.)

— like that through all eternity by concernedlily – explicit / 49.5k words (wip)

Korn holds one thing back. Believing Kinn is his cousin and they can no longer be together, Porsche has to take on the job of running the minor family alone.

— you’re mine by ahdriking – explicit / 23.1k words

Kinn and Porsche are abducted in the middle of their date. Kinn proceeds to demonstrate exactly what happens to those who touch what belongs to him.

(And maybe, just maybe, he’ll find out just how much he likes belonging to Porsche, too.)

— the things i would do to you by kurtstiel – explicit / 18.9k words

“Just because you have a big dick doesn’t mean you know what to do with it,” Porsche says. “Most men who are hung like horses think they don’t even have to try.”

Slowly, Kinn’s eyes slide open. Porsche gets a foreboding feeling like he’s just poked a sleeping bear. Kinn catches and holds Porsche’s gaze, eyes lethal. “And how would you know, Porsche?”

(Or: Porsche discovers what it means to have a size kink.)

— public consumption by iffervescent – explicit / 13.6k words

Porsche agrees to be in a gay porno. Kinn doesn’t work here.

— counting the waves by androktasia – explicit / 8.8k words

Papa had said it was best they keep a distance while things settled down. He’d said that it wouldn’t do to look like they were too much in one another’s pockets. That their rivals might see their relationship as a weakness to be exploited.

Plus, with so many staff dead after the attack, everything seems to take three times as long to do. The work carries on, despite their depleted resources. Everyone’s pulling long hours. Kinn rarely has evenings free anymore, and Porsche certainly doesn’t. They speak on the phone when they can; Kinn in his room, Porsche in his own, sometimes reporting on what they’ve been doing, sometimes just listening to each other breathe until they fall asleep. Most days, from what Kinn can tell, Porsche works till midnight, crawls into bed for a few hours, and then gets right up and starts working again.

Kinn knows his father wouldn’t want him here. He’s sneaked out—sort of. Arm knows where he is, and if Arm knows, Tankhun knows (which is why Arm knows). Papa had told Kinn that he should let Porsche get established on his own, to show trust. It does make sense, if Kinn thinks about it logically.

But he misses his boyfriend.

(Or: Kinn visits Porsche at the minor family house.)

— take shelter by vesna (mrsronweasley) – explicit / 6k words

Porsche loves Kinn. He’d said as much, and Kinn had nearly whited out in response. He hasn’t said it back yet. Porsche doesn’t seem to have let that affect him, hasn’t acted differently towards him at all. Maybe he doesn’t even need to hear it. And Kinn—Kinn isn’t entirely sure why he’s keeping him waiting. It isn’t as if he isn’t madly fucking in love with him.

— when the heat wave comes by oliviacirce – explicit / 5.1k words

“I don't think that's normal,” Porsche says doubtfully.

— love, let my love inside go free by daltoneering – explicit / 3.5k words

They burst to the surface gasping for breath, water clogging Porsche’s ears, distorting the brightness of Kinn’s laughter across the pool into muffled echoes along the tall glass walls of the building. He grabs for the side, lungs screaming.

“Fuck! You want to drown me?”

(Or: Kinn shows Porsche just how grateful he is for the perfect first date.)

— you put a fever inside me by butterflylungs – explicit / 3.1k words

Your life is mine, Kinn had once told him. It had pissed Porsche off at the time, when Kinn had been freezing him out. Now, even the suggestion of Kinn laying his claim on him, marking him as his, has Porsche whimpering Kinn’s name. It would make this permanent. It would mean that Kinn will keep him, forever.

(Or: Porsche riles Kinn up during a work meeting, and Kinn teaches him a lesson.)

— smoke on your skin by mirrorofprinces – explicit / 2.7k words

There is a small, dark part of Kinn that considers pinching Porsche’s nose shut and fucking his face to completion. Instead, he reaches for the crystal whiskey glass on his desk and takes a fortifying sip. “Enough.”

— i wanted your body but it came with your soul by any_open_eye – explicit / 2.2k words

“Do I need to tie you up?” Kinn asks.

He watches that hit Porsche, rippling down his body, his mouth opening pink and wet. Kinn wants to suck on it like candy.

Slowly, Porsche wraps his fingers back around the bars. “I’ll keep still,” he promises, because Porsche likes to win, yes. But he also likes to lose.

#kinnporschesource #kinnporsche: the series #kinnporsche #kinn x porsche #fic rec #leila.txt #text #leave some kudos!

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flam-burr · 2 years ago

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Mama bear - Yautvember day 4

Content: Yautjas are a very religious species, which leads them to have a high respect for anything that goes beyond the living plane and cannot be hunted the traditional way. Too bad you learned it too late.

Tag: Fluff, gn Yautjaxgn reader

A/N: Hello fellas! Not gonna lie, this prompt was difficult af... I'm just not the best at writing fluff things, but I hope it passes. Thank you for all the feedback from the previews stories and check out @jacklycan for the original prompt list!

You always liked to spend time with children, so when you arrived on Yautja Prime you felt naturally driven towards the pups that roamed the village’s streets.

Of course you never approached any of them without the explicit consent of their mother -your mate had warned you of how protective they could be with their offsprings. Maybe it had been your soft and non threatening body or the submissive and calm nature, but eventually you made your way to the Matriarch’s heart and were trusted with the role of caretaker.

That day the pups were misbehaving while their mothers were out, slowly driving you crazy, and when they almost broke your instruments, you decided you had enough. You screamed you would have called the Boogeyman if they didn’t calm down.

Being pups, the new word attracted their attention like a magnet and stopped their campaign of destruction long enough for you to tell them the same story your grandma used to tell you when you were little.

You expected those little pests to laugh at your silly rhyme: they weren’t sucklings anymore and they were in that particular stage of childhood where there is no ruler outside of their mothers.

Instead, they froze on the spot and after a few seconds of silence they tidied up your instruments with surprising efficiency.

They became angels for the rest of the day and you baked them some cookies, once you calmed yourself, like any other day of babysitting.

Their mothers came to take them home by the evening and you just took a little me-time before your mate came back.

They laid down by your side after a nice and rough “cuddle”, their breath a little heavy in your ear as you slowly drifted away in sleep.

“How was the day with the pups, my star?”, they asked.

“Up and downs.”, you muttered, fighting to stay awake enough to answer. “They made me crazy… and I told them the story of the Boogeyman.”

“The Boogeyman?”

“Yeah.”

You could feel your mate adjusting themself, their attention all for you. They liked to listen to your stories, both because they got to focus on you without you being shy about it and because they were just as curious about your culture as you were of theirs.

You sighed, stirring a bit to focus, but giving up quite fast on the idea of repeating the whole rhyme with the right tone, so you resolved yourself to paraphrasing the legend.

“The Boogeyman is a wraith that is all pitch black and hides under the bed.”, you say with a yawn. “He takes the naughty pups and eats them.”

You felt your mate stiffen to your words and you patted their shoulder.

“Don’t worry, it’s just a kids’ story.”, you said, finally falling asleep.

The next day you found all the pups quietly waiting for you in the common tent you used as a daycare.

It was such a rare sight you almost didn’t see the front of mothers watching you with killer eyes right outside.

You knew better than to keep staring at them and lowered your head, stopping a few steps from them.

The biggest of the females approached you, covering you with her shadow.

“Hi Cithi.”, you said with a feeble voice. “How can I help you?”

The female’s chest rumbled with a growl, low enough to reverberate in your bones and cover you in goosebumps.

“You can start by not threatening the pups while we are not around.”, Cithi snarled.

You blinked, trying to remember when that happened, but kept quiet as the female resumed.

“I don’t care what you think of our pups: if I hear you call your monster, you’ll meet your end before the sun rises again. DId I make myself clear?”

You held your hands together to prevent them from shaking, yet something in her words felt… off.

“I have no… ‘monster’, Cithi. I barely have a hound- “

“Don’t try my patience, ooman.”

You fell silent, crushed under the threat in her voice, and swallowed as she approached another step.

“Your Boojimen won’t touch any of our pups.”

You lifted your gaze on Cithi and the females behind her: you finally noticed they were wearing their hunting gear and watching with careful eyes the trees around the village. They weren’t here just to talk with you, they were moving to hunt a shadow.

“I see…”, you muttered. “I think there’s been a misunderstanding here.”

Explaining what happened hadn’t been easy, Cithi was terribly stubborn when it came to protecting her offspring, but after a few tries you managed to convince the hunting party not to engage a hunt over a non-existing entity. Cithi insisted on a few adults still patrolling the borders that day and night and stayed with you and the pups to keep an eye on you, still suspicious even giving you the benefit of doubt.

After that, you learned an important lesson: Yautjas don’t make light of ghost stories, even the kid’s ones, especially mothers.

#yautja #yautja x human #yautja x reader #yautja x you #predator #predator x human #yautvember #predvember #mama bear #writing prompt

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DEAD GIRLS TELL NO TALES

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Pairing: Bonten! Rindou Haitani x reader. Bonten! Ran Haitani x reader.

Synopsis : " 'cause two can keep a secret if one of them is dead"

" heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, nor hell a fury like a woman scorned. "

What if their first love came back ? What if everything they thought they knew about that night was a lie ?

WARNING : 18+, minors DNI. This fic will contain explicit smut. This chapter contains description of violence, torture ( slightly ), dirty talk, curses, angst with comfort.

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What is written in bold and italics are flashbacks.

CHAPTER 06:

Why are paper cuts so painful ?

They're small, tiny details which could be a great bother. And perhaps you never realize how paper-thin your plans are until you get those paper cuts.

You were always so focused on details, how could you have missed that one ? Maybe you were too focused on the words you'd be saying to Alaya that you didn't paid attention to the shadows hiding in the dark.

-" I knew at some point you'd end up here " she stated, back still facing you while pouring herself a glass of wine, you frowned.

-" Yet I don't see any police car. "

-" Huh, why would I do that ?" She turned, a glimpse of surprise could've been spotted in her eyes. She remembered your face, sure she would, it has been on the news for weeks, four years ago. " We might not be in the same team, but we got the same enemies. "

-" right, the soon to come elections" you chuckled, the journalist tilted her head to the side.

-" I believe we both don't want the governor to serve a second term. "

She barely had time to stretch her hands before the USB key you threw reached her, she eyed it curiously.

-" It's all there. From the highest ranks to the lowest dirty cops." Her pupils expanded. " Understand that if you do this, they'll put a target on your head. "

Oh she knew that, and though fear was a constant shadow over her head someone had to do something.

-" I know that very well-"

-" And understand that " you paused. " They won't lay a hand on you as long as I'm breathing. Not another woman will be hurt in my lifetime. "

She smiled, she knew was not staring at a woman, but a kingdom.

-" Right, the hunter only comes for men " you snorted at her joke, already making your way to the front door.

-" They portray me as a misandrist, I'm not. " holding the doorknob, you turned slightly to look at her. " I may be a vigilante, a rebel, a criminal, but not a misandrist. "

-" just happened that from everyone who wanted to ruin me, there was not any single woman. "

Few words exchanged between the two of you were enough, you needed no befriending when you shared the same hatred.

That's when things started to get weird, back in the parking lot.

It was quiet, almost too quiet. And maybe that day the silence was too loud, screaming for you to notice the silencer, the bullet piercing the air.

•••

One breath at the time.

He will remain calm, he needed to keep his head in the game, no matter how hard it seemed.

-" He doesn't answer his phone since hours. " Ran stated through the phone, his other hand gripping the steering wheel tightly. " I'm gonna kill him Rin, I'm gonna so fucking kill him. "

He heard his brother cursing at the other end of the line, Rindou who was standing tall in front of a tied up Conor eyed the pretty beaten up government agent before answering.

- " Go to that damn reporter's house, this bastard says she might be the last person to see her".

-" God Fuck- if I'm late and she already left... "

No more words were needed, hearing his younger brother sighing through the phone, Ran hung up and threw his phone on the passenger's seat.

No matter how hard he tried reaching the mole that Mikey had successfully placed amongst Hiroto Mori's organization, the latter was no where to be found. In other words, their only chance of knowing what might be La compagnie's next move against you was gone.

The cages seemed to shrunk, hopes getting lost in the turmoil of the mess around. There's gotta be another way out, you three always ended up finding a way, right ?

He pressed the pedal harder, ever increasing the speed to get to Alaya's house. God keep her there.

The landscape through the window getting blurrier, trees molding with each other into a huge fog, where only fragmented memories shone through.

And you were there to sketch a picture of yourself all in his head, and then colour the linings of the dull reality as easily as you filled his thoughts.

A thousand years ago.

A thousand tears ago.

How strong they thought they were back then, teenagers wearing their fists like the heaviest machine guns. He remembered how they took down all that gang by their own, with his faithful Rindou standing in the chaos of the afterwards. Of the after-war.

-" You'll need more men to take over Roppongi" his brother scoffed, laying down a kick on one of the guy's stomach.

-" C'mon Rin', I'm starting to get hungry. " How pretentious has he been, swirling his baton around one of his braids.

His brother's attention was stolen from him, the second a broken chuckle left one of the injured men's mouth.

-" Now now what's so funny ? Mind to share ?" Ran stretched a smile, peering down at the latter.

- " bold of you to assume we'd send all our-" he paused to spit blood, Rindou's nose wrinkled from disgust. " We'd send all our men in a platter to you. "

-" Without a B plan. " Another voice echoed as one of the guys hardly stood up, Ran tilted his head to the side, stretching his arms above his head as Rindou's eyes bored into them.

-" You pussies really wanna die " he chuckled, standing in position.

-" Oh no, I'm way too spent up to be the plan B " the one who just stood up leaned against the alleyway wall.

Ran's smile was soon to fall. And Rindou's heart.

Because at the end of the alleyway, three new shapes were making their way toward them.

And as the sunshine got dimmer, the walls around began caving in, just like the tears on your face.

If not both the men's arms holding yours from each side, the ground would be scratching your knees, under the skirt of your school uniform. Through your teary eyes could be seen a gut devouring terror, one they would've preferred to never see on your face.

Their face.

-" Gentleman, the plan B. "

Your eyes widened, as one of the men holding you pressed the cold metal of the knife under your throat, a broken sob falling from your lips like glass cutting through their skins.

Lavender twin eyes found each other, no smile no words could be heard only the beasts roaring louder than ever.

Ran stared blankly at both the men, straightening his body. The words falling from his lips with his eyes on them were bloodcurdlingly low.

-" You're dead. "

•••

But paper cuts hurt.

And missing the sound of that bullet was like a hundred cuts through your skin.

You couldn't make up anything before your body was propelled in the air, hitting the ground only seconds later and waiting for the pain to spread.

It didn't spread.

And your eyes widened, feeling the heavy weight on you.

And he shifted slightly from on top of you.

Lavender.

And he found you. Not in soulless pictures, nor in restless dreams.

Ran found you in erratic heart beats, in wide-eyed gazes, and in stunned whispers of your name that shook your core.

-" Ran... "

Your voice, it was here, you were there. And after many lifetimes where he'd look for you in every empty face, in crowded streets and every whiskey bottle, his heart found yours.

It felt ethereal... As a grasp of water, temporary, fear of that moment slipping between his fingers likewise. As ephemeral as a dream, desperately blinking away reality's heart crushing attempts, he could not believe his eyes.

Your name flew out of his mouth as a prayer, a curse or a bullet, and when your eyes widened and your hands grabbed his arms, Ran Haitani finally put down all the burden and collapsed against you, head buried in your neck.

-" Fuck, you're here, you're... " Your hands wrapped around him, holding him so tightly that you couldn't tell where you began and where he ended. As your scent invaded his nostrils, he smelled love, touched a feeling, and suddenly all the time that flight by faded in an embrace.

-" Ran, Ran you're bleeding !" You urged him, trying to hide both of you deeper in the alleyway.

Yes, he felt the numbness in his arm, along with the hot liquid pouring out of it. He felt it. Yet he couldn't care less, because for the first time his own heart was not a dead weight to carry, truth is, his chest never felt so light.

-" give me a minute " he whispered against your skin, as you went to object his arms tightened around you. " ... Jus' a minute to make sure... You're real "

And how could you say anything with your heart in your throat ? Choking you filling your eyes with salty bullets ? Your hands ran through his ever so smooth hair, and just like that, it didn't mattered anymore.

Whether you died next or not, whether your soul left your body because your whole world was in your arms currently, and his meer crumbs were enough after years of craving him.

Pulling away felt as ripping his own skin off of himself, because out of your embrace he felt incomplete, as if he was art drawn by your own love, but soon your face smiled at him and he found solace.

-" I missed you, so, so much. God, words can never... " A broken sob threatened to escape your lips, your hand flew to your mouth to keep you quiet, the last thing both of you needed was to be spotted by the one who aimed the bullet at you.

-" hey angel, don't cry on me now, yeah ? I'll- shit" hearing sound of footsteps coming, Ran tried moving his arm but soon felt how numb and heavy it was. Panic started stirring his guts, he had to operate with one arm.

-" Don't move " you commanded, right before tearing a piece of your shirt. He hissed and you shushed him, straddling him to wrap the tourniquet around his bleeding arm. " I can fight, I can do it for both of us-"

-" won't you just show up already ?" The unknown voice reaching both your ears shout, you two froze hearing how close the voice was to the alley, too close...

-" We want no war with Bonten, c'mon just give us the girl already !"

You gulped down, eyeing Ran's gaze which never has been so dark. The voice was different, there were many footsteps, too much...

-" Holy shit... " Ran cursed under his breath, pulling you closer against him in an attempt to hide both of you. You closed your eyes slightly, It was unfair, you suffered their absence for so many years just in order to keep them away from your shit, all for what ?

Yes you two had guns, but you were two, they were very much, and Ran was injured... Walls crumbled down brick by brick, a falling hope, a sinking ship. You both knew, and the words no one dared to speak poisoned the air in between.

-" Listen " he cupped your cheeks in his warm hands, lifting his injured arm as best as he could. " They're... They're going to take you. "

No, those were not words, but swords. Sinking in his guts and slicing his throat, jaw clenched, you've never witnessed such a scary look on his face.

-" I know, Ran. I knew what I was getting myself into from-"

-" Silence. "

You froze, no matter how hard you've grown to be, Ran's authoritative voice would always cut you sharper than any knife.

-" They'll take you away from me. But God fucking knows I'd give my whole life. I'd rock heaven and earth to find ya, 'kay ?"

As your heart sunk in your chest, your throat tightened, your eyes burned with tears you fought to not shed.

-" Please, stay away from this. " Your voice broke, you couldn't contain your sobs anymore. " Stay away from me, please don't... "

-" Shhh, y'know I'll do it whatever. If death couldn't do us apart, nothing alive will. "

In his eyes, you read the unspoken words and unshed tears of four years, and yes you knew, there was nothing you could ever say to keep them from following you.

Both you attentions were stolen from each other to the small sound that echoed through the alleyway, and before you could make up anything, you found yourself pressing Ran's body against the floor, hiding his face in your chest as the gas bomb began spreading smoke around you.

-" Shit, shit shit ! " You cursed, Ran's arms tightened around you the best he could, he probably should be closing his eyes but how to ? When he knew the second he would close them, you would disappear.

Again.

The fog around drawed patterns of old scars, how sadistic was fate,how heart breaking was it to lose each other right after being reunited.

And for once, as he was holding you in the middle of the chaos, Ran allowed his eyes to cry, he allowed his heart to bleed again, past's ghosts nipping at their old favorite dish, his skin.

Except this time, he would watch the life snatch you away from his arms, rip you away from his heart. Rip the life out of his breathing lungs.

-" We'll come back for ya... "

-" Ran, don't- don't speak!" You coughed, feeling your head becoming dizzier. But he ignored you, burying his head in your neck.

-" I'll bring you back home. I promise... "

Could the sky fall or the fires burn, nothing would stop him from uttering the words engraved in his tongue since four years. Not again.

-" 'cause I... " and though he coughed, he believed nothing would burn his lungs more than the unspoken feelings. "Won't lose the love 'f my life to death. Not again".

And as his words rocked you to faint, your grasping reflex never released his shoulders. His image started getting blurry, yours too, and as much as he tried to keep them open, gas around you was too heavy to even distinguish anything.

So you both let go of your fears, closed your eyes, and surrendered.

Because when even the reaper's scythe couldn't keep your hearts away, you'll always find your way back home.

And I lost you. I lost you with my arms around you.

•••

-" Where the fuck is she ?"

Crestfallen was an euphemism to describe how Ran got back to the Bonten headquarters under all his co-workers eyes, no he did not only came back with empty hands, but holding his bleeding heart in them.

He woke up a dead man, in that empty alleyway. He couldn't tell how much time has passed after they left with you, but he could count the roars of devils inside his mind. And so he stood up, uncaring about the dizziness of his head, of his bleeding arm, or his broken heart. Drove to the headquarters and there he was.

He stared blankly at Rindou's eyes, who was clearly upset from his expression and how disheveled he was.

-" How did you know I found her ?" He wearily asked, throwing himself on the couch as Kakucho sighed and started checking the state of his arm. " I removed the bullet when I woke up".

-" When you woke up ?" His younger brother inquired, he chose to ignore him and focus on Kakucho's words.

-" The mole finally called. " Kakucho's words fell on his shoulders as a thousand tons, Ran straightened in his seat, suddenly eyes wide. " He couldn't speak a lot, said everyone's on the lookout there, but he gave the address of a medical practice. "

-" The damn doctor " he hissed while Kakucho took of the tourniquet. " They might've took her-"

-" They what ?" Rindou's voice never been sharper. And for the first time, Ran couldn't even look into his brother's eyes, shame was a too heavy burden for his heart.

He was supposed to protect you both, he was the elder, he failed you, and failed Rindou...

-" What do you mean, they took her ?"

Making a step toward him, Kakucho tried stopping the younger brother but was quickly shoved away, as the latter grabbed his elder by the collar and made him stand up, facing him directly.

-" Speak. What do you mean they fucking took her ?"

He still could find nothing to say, and he knew Rindou was losing it from how tight he was clenching his jaw, anything he'll give him he would take it, fist, spit, curse, he deserved it.

-" Enough. "

As much as the temperature increased between the two brothers, Mikey's voice was enough to drop it. Rindou didn't flinched, still holding his brother by the collar until Sanzu and Kakucho separated them.

-" Mikey said enough " Sanzu pushed Rindou away from Ran, which got him a pretty glare from the youngest.

-" What if we tried figuring out something instead of acting like animals ?" Takeomi offered, Ran peered at him curiously, then at Mikey who just had a blank stare.

-" so you mean... "

-" Mikey will help us find her. "

The elder stared curiously at his brother, then at his boss who seemed galaxies away from them despite everything.

-" shit, you're not messing with me ? What's in it for you ?"

Sanzu cleared his throat, signaling him to watch his mouth but Ran couldn't care less, as Mikey shrugged.

-" Don't be stupid, Haitani. This the reason why you two joined Bonten in the first place, right ?"

That was true, but he never thought he would actually help them directly.

Ran's lavender hues found his brother's one when the latter kneeled next to him with an alcohol bottle, in order to disinfect his wound. Though he would never utter it, it could be read in Rindou's face that after the anger dropped down, he regretted the attitude he gave him.

- " Kakucho and Sanzu will come with us. But first, we need to talk to the Blondie" his brother explained, as he started cleaning the wound.

-" D'ya managed to get anything from him ?"

-" crumbs. Government shits are trained to resist investigations. " And as much as jealousy tightened his throat, Rindou swallowed it and added. " But he cares about her. I'm sure he'll talk if we tell him they got her. "

Ran clenched his jaw, as much as he didn't liked it, Conor was a necessary step to get to you, though he couldn't bring himself to trust a guy who kept you hidden away from them for years.

-" I'm fine" he moved Rin's hand away when that one began wrapping a bandaid around his arm. Standing up, he nodded toward his boss after Rindou stood up too. " Let's not waste more time. "

•••

-" You better not pass out on me yet, we still got so much fun to have !"

Amidst the aching of your body from your restrained limbs, and the stabbing pain his scalpel left here and there on your skin, his darkly cheerful voice reached your ears.

-" You, pretty, gave us a pretty hard time. We lost a lot of money because of you, daddy's gonna be so mad at his little girl... "

A giddy sensation took over you as soon as his blood stained glove reached for yet another instrument, a huge, rusty pair of pliers. A whimper left your dry lips, clenching your fist because you could do no more with how your hands and feet were tied to that operating table.

-" Cause oh yes ! Did I mention he'll be here soon ? " His sadistic smile only accentuated your hatred, while his hand seized your fist to open it by force. " Until then... "

-" Wait- No ! No, stop, stop !"

But he looked already so far gone, slipping those pliers between your cuticules. The next thing you know, your finger tingles, even the blood dripping out of where your nail used to be hurts, your visions gets blurry, his proud smile is blurred by your own tears. Screams of pain escape your lips along with shallow breaths, and you're none but an aching, crying, sweating mess of blood.

-" Your cries are music to my ear, darling. But I'm sure I can get more out of you. Like what in hell was a Bonten member doing with you ?"

-" Go-" a broken sob cut through your words, the pain lacerating on almost every inch of your skin making it hard to stay awake. " Go to hell..."

-" What a brave girl we have here !" Caged-animal grunts escaped your lips, his devilish grin was nothing but bad news. " You make me crave your begging, sweetheart. Why won't you beg for me ? "

Threatening, he went for your second nail. Your toes curled, heart beating so slowly you thought you would faint anytime, you pressed your lips together as tight as possible to muffle your cries.

-" I'm sure they left you for dead, who helped you? You couldn't have done this by yourself... " For nothing came out of your mouth, he pressed the pliers harder in between your cuticules, making you whimper and bite your lip. " So you're not speaking, eh ?"

- " Do your tricks, if you must... I'm- I'm not speaking a word. "

He seemed not the less bothered by your statement, and as he ripped the second nail, you felt as if your soul has been ripped off of you, scream probably reaching miles and miles away from the medical practice you two were in. Tears overflowed from your eyes, which you closed, shaking your head from left to right.

-" Fuck you... I'll kill you, I'll fucking k-" nausea made it hard for you to even speak, whilst he ignored your threats and moved at the end of the table.

-" God have mercy on me, pain looks so good on you " the disgusting old doctor grunt, white coat splattered with blood as his gloved hand rested on your bare thigh. You shivered to the spine, through the mind striking pain, he started sliding the plier up your thigh, smoldered pupils focused under the hospital gown you woke up in.

And then, when he looked up at your eyes, he knew he got the best of you, he knew he succeeded into slipping under your skin, into the darkest roads of your numb mind where your old demons were still hardly breathing.

Though your nails hurt, you dug them as deep as you could in your palms, closing your eyes and praying. Praying because you had no other hope.

-" Kill me. " The words sliced your throat. " You won't get anything from me. Just kill me. "

-" I'd be screwed to disobey your dad. Boss said he had a special bullet for your pretty skull " Tilting his head with a faux sympathy tone, he gripped your thigh to part them open, sliding his pliers upper. " But I really, really want to hear the cute sounds you can make, begging for me. "

You did expect no more.

So was this the end ? Endless nightmare like a broken record would be repeating ?

Except this time, you would not let it happen.

Opening your eyes again, soulless. Numb. You abruptly lifted your head, again, and again making your neckless bounce until it reached your mouth. And as you went for biting the pendant...

Hours ago...

-" Huh... So you brought... You brought big brother to make me talk ?" Conor smiled, head still hanging low while both the Haitani entered the room where he was tied to the chair.

Only greeted by silence, he lifted his head and his gaze fell on stone cold faces, a stoic Rindou Haitani and his unmoved brother putting on his brass knuckles. He looked in pain, arm bandaged but wore a determined face. The blond gulped down, cursing under his breath.

-" So you didn't found her... "

The elder ignored him, directly making his way to him and kneeling down in front of the bleeding man.

-" Enough. "

Conor's inner cheek skin met his teeth in a frightening scream, Ran's fist putting him through unbearable pain as blood began dripping from his lips and little cuts adorned his skin.

-" Normally, I would've took my time roasting you american fucker's skin. "

Another punch, Conor spat blood, grunting from pain and throwing a death glare toward his assaulter.

-" But I'm afraid we're running out of time. " He grabbed his collar, lifting him, and the chair he was tied to, to meet his gaze. " so you're gonna tell me everything you know 'bout that doctor fucking Endo. And I might just put an end to your suffering, and life. "

Through his hatred stuffed green hues, Ran watched doubt widening them the next seconds.

-" Wait... Wait shit, he got her ?"

Rindou clenched his jaw, meeting his brother's gaze. Both stayed silent, eyeing the man who understood the lack of words.

-" Fuck... " His chest tightened as if going up in altitude, panic could be clearly seen in his eyes. " You gotta find her, quick, please... I- I can help, I ca-"

-" Who the hell do you think you are ?" Rindou, making a step toward them inquired, while Ran was focused on the blond's reaction.

Something was off, he knew.

-" think you want her back more than we do ?"

-" Stop ! That's not what I freaking meant !" For the first time, he lost his composure. "We got some... Last resort plan, for cases like this... "

Silence, the brother's eyes met in an agonizingly long second, their faces growing scarier and closer to the government agent.

-" What do you mean. Last resort ?" Ran uttered every word in a bloodcurdling low voice, Conor closed his eyes.

-" We were... Pretty aware we could get caught, by La Compagnie guys. We both have a necklace... "

-" Speak. " In a split second, Rindou pressed his gun to the tied man's head.

-" All she has to do is bite the pendant, there's cyanide powder... A suicid pill. "

Hound-like grunting fury, beast roaring car's engine, that highway probably never knew such a speed. They drove with the weight of the world on their shoulders, not fast enough, never enough.

-" Go ahead, we'll take care of it " Kakucho's voice reached Rindou, who nodded and started running along the medical practice, while Sanzu and Kakucho distracted the security guards and began taking them down one by one.

And with each step he made, opening every damn door there ,a star died in his sky, his heartbeats were a countdown, erratic when he kicked one more door, expecting another empty room.

It was not.

There stood the filthy old man, and Rindou's grip tightened around his gun.

-" The fuck ! Security-"

But his bullet was faster, piercing the atmosphere fiercely to settle in the doctor's chest who fell down directly.

His lungs seemed filled with salty water, each foot of him weighted a ton within the seconds he made his way toward you on the table. Necklace in your mouth. Feeling those tons under his feets trying to bring him down on his knees, suffocating on the salty water.

Then you dropped the pendant, closed, and intact. And he could finally breath again.

-" Thanks fucking god " he threw his head back, breathing heavily. Your eyes widened, heart beating faster at the sight of him.

-" R... Rindou ? "

Yes, life has effortlessly been breathed in him upon hearing your voice, bringing him back to reality. To a reality where you were there, alive, breathing. not yet another dream, you were real.

-" Lemme help you with this " he managed to free your hands, ignoring the unpleasant rage shaking his guts when he saw the blood on your nails, then moved to your right foot as you untied the left.

-" Oh god, Rin. You're here, you're doing fine ... Is Ran okay ? " He helped you to your feet, making sure you could stand up then nodded, making you sigh in relief.

-" Let's go, we gotta be quick " you nodded, tugging at your hospital gown and quickly grabbing the doctor's gun on the table, but frowned when he stopped you. His hand reached for your necklace and ripped it, throwing it somewhere in the room. "I'm not losing you again. Never again. "

God, it was really not the time for blushing. Rindou took your hand in his and you both began running down the corridor. His hand in yours felt warm, and although the years, familiar. No matter how skilled and trained you grew up to be, only his touch could make you feel so safe.

Deep in thoughts while running, you had barely the time to pull him inside a random room before the bullets started flying from the end of the corridor, closing the door behind you two.

-" Shit... It's Hiroto's men... " You explained, locking the door of the closet you two stepped in, remembering the doctor's words. You turned toward him and found his lilac gaze only inches away from yours, drinking in your face and getting high on memories.

Not now, he had to remind himself, nothing to do, no way to scar when your eyes were still broken glass embedded in his skin.

-" Rin... "

But there's no room in war for feelings, and you two could've testified it when the first kick on the door echoed, making you both startle.

-" back off, I'm in charge now. " He shoved you behind him, reaching for his gun.

-" Rin, I'm begging you to leave- I... I can handle myself, you could get injured like Ran, they're not gonna let me go now that they found-"

-" They'll have to get through me before they get to you. " he wearily loaded his gun with bullets and determination, you grunt desperately tugging at his sleeve.

-" for god's sake Rin please !"

When those amethyst eyes landed on you, you knew trying to convince him was a lost battle, since he was hell bent on fighting by your side.

He quickly gripped your face, squeezing your cheeks with his ever-bored expression, cold voice reached your ears.

-" Shhh, love ? It's my life over yours, dontcha get that ? " His eyes quickly drifted toward your lips, before getting back to your eyes. " Now be my pretty good girl and back off. "

-" No. "

Freezing, he turned toward you as another kick nearly threw the door open.

- " What do you mean, no ?"

You gulped down. no need to fear him, you were not a teenager anymore.

Back then, with your school uniform on and a knife pressed to your throat, your tears stained your cheeks as you called for the boys.

-" I'm- I'm sorry " your sobs knife-like, cutting through their flesh. " If I had been more careful, you... You two wouldn't be in trouble... "

Strange right ? Until making both of them clench their jaws, you were the one with the reaper's scythe pressed to your flesh because of them, and you were apologizing. For putting them in trouble.

How could they possibly not willingly give their lives for you ?

-" That's really, really not smart from you. " Ran began, making a step toward both the guys, until one of them pressed you to him and yelled at Ran to stop.

-" One move, and your bitch dies " he threatened, Rindou's eyes studied the distance between you five, how much time it would take if he raced, if he threw himself on them, would they have enough time to hurt you ? Anxiety ate his brain alive, the enemy's caged seemingly closing in around him.

- " Now we can talk about who can take over Roppongi. "

-" Rin, if we go down, we go down together, remember ?" You uttered, tightening your hands around the gun you stole from doctor Endo. He stared at your blood stained face, stared at the past right in the eyes.

Teenage himself watched it in slow motion, as your hand insidiously slipped in your school bag hanging from your shoulder. Everything was too slow until both the guys holding you got their eyes spread with perfume, screaming and dropping down the knife. It was their chance, he realized, launching himself toward you.

-" You bitch-" your assaulter hissed toward you once the brothers took care of them. Ran's foot hit his rib, while the other brother approached him, pulling his head up by his hair.

-" Yes she is. The bitch two brothers would burn down this town for. "

There, that's when you brought him from the prison of his own pride, he realized he never was meant to fight on his own, neither were you, or Ran. And when the door finally gave in under the enemy's kicks, they knew you three came in a package deal.

Too starstruck to even realize, the bullets flew through both the men's bodies, making of them your own horror canevas.

-" Quick !" He yelled, pulling you from your wrist, running down those stairs and corridors again. Back to the reception, you avoided the dead bodies on the ground, blood splattered everywhere and Rindou seemed to look for something but just pulled you outside the practice when he found no body. Stepping finally outside, as the adrenaline started coming down, your wounds and all the blood you lost along with the tiredness came back with force, almost dropping you on your knees if not for Rindou's arm to grab your waist.

-" Wow, stay with me, 'kay ? We're almost there " he held you close to him, you nodded and tried chasing the dizziness of your head away, blinking quickly before he cupped your face, analyzing your unfocused eyes.

-" Hey, live f'me until we're done with this shit, and I swear I'm putting a damn ring on your finger, yeah ?"

His voice reached your ears in broken words, muffled by the roaring sound of an engine coming from behind.

-" And I swear I'll always step in between " was it Ran's voice ? You really could not tell, hours of grueling torture finally getting to you. " C'mon Rinnie, ya really think it's time for the mushy shit ? "

Rindou grunt, opening the door and bringing you with him, on his lap in the passenger seat.

-" You took your fucking time. Where's Kakucho and the druggy ?"

-" Taking care of the bodies. Close the door, we don't want more La compagnie men glued to our ass."

He made a point, making his brother quickly close the car's door. Lavender hair fainted in a blur, words making their way to you in slow, too far voices, your eyelids weighted a ton and soon your grip on Rindou's shirt was the only thing holding you to reality, while you dived deep into unconsciousness.

Ran's lazy smile made his way back to his face, eyes dropping into your sleeping form in his brother's arms.

There is it, home. Where the heart is in peace, not anymore in a million piece.

You whimpered in your sleep, moving slightly in Rindou's arms before his hand reached your cheek.

-" Feel this? This my hand on ya, you're never going anywhere again."

Ran winced, stretching his painful arm to rest on your thigh, feeling the warmth of your skin and grinning lazily.

-" Welcome home, angel. "

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rancidpancakebatter · 2 years ago

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Key: Fluff-♡ Smut-§ Angst-∆ Dark Themes-✕ Still In the works-* Completed-•

TASM! Peter Parker

Series

·Grip Tape-♡§ Peter offers to teach you how to skateboard and who are you to say no? This is a pre-bite fic so we get to enjoy Peter Parker in his full Dorky Display. [1|2|3|4|5|6|7|8|9|10|11|12|13|14|15]

*Drop In-♡∆ (Sequel to Grip Tape)You like Peter, Peter likes you. This should be simple, so why isn’t it? Well, maybe it’s because you were already friends? Maybe it’s the stress of senior year? Maybe it’s because someone had to get bit by a spider? Who’s to say? [1|2|3|4|5|6|7|…]

*The Playlist-♡∆ I made a playlist for TASM!Peter Parker and now I'm slowly writing songfics for it. [Australia|Honest]

·In The Name of Good-§∆✕ Peter has always had a darkness in him, what happens when you find it? [1|2] [Headcannon]

*Your Initials and Mine-♡ Eyes are the window to the soul, but so is art. Peter's is bare before you if only you could translate it. [1|…] [headcannon] *Another Way to Fly-♡∆ You've been dating Harry Osborne for three years. You love him...but maybe not as much as you once did. Maybe not enough. [1|2|3|4|5|6|7|…] *We Write the Story-♡∆ Peter Parker is your best friend, a little brother of sorts. You’ve been there through everything, and that’s not gonna change just because the multiverse is crumbling. But what will you do when you meet his counterparts? How will you overcome when your fates are differently aligned? How will you defy it all to be with the man you love? (Hispanic!Reader) [1|2|3|…]

One Shots

Choose Me-♡∆/∆ Trouble in paradise and the Green Goblin, what could possibly go wrong? (Everything...everything can go wrong) [ original | fix-it ]

Cornflower Confession-§♡ A new shop moves on the block along with an adorable nerd with way too much knowledge of flora. How do you make a good impression? Happiness and Other Frightening Concepts-§∆♡ You and Parker have fallen into a situationship of sorts, but that's fine, it's okay. He won't give you anything more and you don't fucking care. For Him-♡∆✕ You were fine. He doesn’t understand. You were fine. You had been a little distant lately, but he had learned that was a pattern for you. When the months got colder and the nights got longer, you needed an adjustment period. Your space would get messy, and your naps would get longer. But you were always fine.

HeadCannons

Celebrating your birthday-♡

A bathing headcanon-♡

A sleeping headcanon-♡

December/Winter Date nights-♡

MCU! Peter Parker

A Secret in Song-♡∆ Peter has something to tell you, but he's not sure he has the right words. Luckily there's someone who does.

Love n’ Locs-§♡

Peter, your love, helps you with your hair. (Black!Reader)

Matt Murdock

A Bracelet-♡ Who would have thought a bracelet would lead to this?

Four is Enough-♡ All the ways that Matt loves you (Black!Reader) You Knew-♡ You grew up with Matthew, but how long have you loved him?

Moon Men

One Shots

Strawberries and Cream-♡ It's valentine's day and your boys surprise you with breakfast in bed (Black!Reader)

Steve Harrington

A Childhood Innocence-♡∆ Steve Harrington was your best friend once upon a time, but years apart makes you see him in a new light. Takes place during season 2.

A Breath of Kool Air-♡∆ You've always been a little closed off, kept to yourself. But after the events of July 4th 1985, you're not sure that you're content being alone anymore. While you would never trust Harrington before, you discover Steve isn't so bad. (Black!Reader)

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Picnics at Sunset-♡ You knew that You cared for Ryusaki very much. You knew you trusted him with your life, and you always felt better when he was around. You knew that you desired his attention and approval more than anyone else’s. You knew that he was beautiful and kind. But you didn’t know if he felt any of those things about you. You didn’t know what those things meant. Or rather, you feared what they could mean, and what that would do to the both of you.

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a-world-of-whimsy-5 · 2 years ago

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Hey honey! i read your daemon x summer isles reader and omg this is so well written! (and reassuring until I find fics with poc!reader) and I love the firm how you write Daemon's relationship with family (especially with Viserys) So I was wondering if I could get an imagine of what it's like when reader goes to westeros with daemon, like how she adapts to court routine and even her relationship with Viserys and Rhaenyra, and if you can also write her finding out she's pregnant months after arriving in Kl and how she tells the Daemon and some of his reaction (maybe Viserys has a celebratory feast) with lots of fluffy, please? (feel free to ignore)

Here you go!

New Beginnings

Pairing: Daemon x Fem. Reader (Summer Isles)

Themes: Soft | Fluff

Warnings: Minor hints about Aegon being a loathsome cad.

Word count: 1.5k

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Your room on board had been very comfortable, but the journey was long and tiring. The ship sailed continuously, not stopping till it first called at Dorne. Daemon had flown ahead on Caraxes, as his saddle couldn't seat two. As soon as Daemon saw you he took you straight to his guest chambers at Sunspear, the two of you not leaving the bedroom till hunger forced you both to do so.

You enjoyed Dornish food and their fashions. Daemon promised to bring you over whenever his schedule allowed. He took you all over the city when it came alive at night, smiling whenever you ooh'd and ahh'd over every pleasurable diversion.

The two of you would return late into the night and fall asleep in each other's arms.

Next was a sailing trip to Kings Landing.

The journey was more pleasant this time, although the chaotic scenes at the harbour shocked you. Daemon flew overhead just as the ship docked, sticking out a hand to wave at you while Caraxes weaved around the masts of ships, giving crews the fright of their lives.

The captain came over and joined you. "What do you think, m'lady?"

"Everything is so chaotic," you said as you observed the events unfolding in front of you. The ports of the Summer Isles were always busy, but so much more organized. "And my husband calls this home?"

Jorran chuckled, his wide belly rumbling beneath his hands. "Not here, m'lady," he said, motioning to his right. "There."

Your eyes went right, then up. And up. And up some more.

The Red Keep loomed over the entire city like a giant, stone sentinel. Made all out of deep, red stone, it gleamed in the sun. "It's beautiful," you say breathlessly.

Jorran scanned the harbour, wiping sweat from his brow with a threadbare handkerchief. "And your welcome party is over there."

Sure enough, Rhaenyra was there, with a carriage and a troop of Gold Cloaks. And you were itching to feel the ground beneath your feet again. The princess was waving frantically to catch your attention. "And I best be going," you said, as Jorran ordered a few of his crew to go back inside to fetch your trunks, and the gifts your parents sent with you, to be given to the king.

You took a deep breath and sighed. You have finally reached your new home.

Rhaenyra wanted to show you as much of the city as possible but grumbled, saying her uncle forbade her from doing so. Daemon wanted to take you around the city himself.

"He forbade you? And you actually listened?"

"You sound like my uncle," the princess wheezed. "And yes, I did listen."

You still looked out, taking in all those chimneys and windows. "Daemon says candles could be seen burning by all those windows at night."

Rhaenyra looked out too. "It's quite magical to see all of that light from a window in the Red Keep."

The homes grew grander as the carriage neared the castle. There were gardens now, and colorful sprays of flowers that flowed over balconies. You see fountains and little gazebos, and shops with ornately painted windows. However, nothing compared to the Red Keep and its sprawling gardens, its Godswood. You were awed by the magnificent Wierwood tree that grew all white and blood-red.

Daemon took you straight to the apartment you would share with him, to give you time to rest and bathe before meeting the king. He helped you bathe and change, then escorted you to the throne room.

Ah yes, the throne room, where painted windows threw a riot of light onto black and red tiled floors, where the roof rose impossibly high, and where a jaw-dropping throne made almost entirely of melted swords towered over everyone present. King Viserys was already seated and greeted you warmly.

"I must thank you, y/n, for being the main cause of positive change in my brother."

Daemon arched a brow. "When have I ever been less than positive?"

"The time you made off with those Myrish dancing girls just before you left for Essos?"

You smirked. "Myrish dancing girls?"

Daemon groaned. No one likes embarrassing stories of their youth coming out into the light, and Daemon wanted to crawl somewhere and hide.

"Your grace," you grinned at your good brother. "You and I need to talk."

Viserys grinned back, then called forth servants to bring platters of bread and salt. After you had your fill, the crew who came with you brought forth the gifts you brought with you from the Summer Isles. There were feather capes, jeweled feather combs for the queen and all the princesses, and magnificent hunting spears for the princes. Rhaenyra's sons were thrilled. Aemond accepted what was offered with some grace, but Aegon balked, and would have continued balking had his grandsire not whispered harshly in his ear. There were live birds too, all birds of prey, with one, a rare red feathered eagle, being presented to the king. Viserys thanked you profusely, then met you in private, to apologize for Aegon's rudeness.

The days passed like a blur.

You'd spend time in court, keeping to the shadows, watching and listening to everything. Viserys insisted as you would have to help his brother whenever the king was indisposed. You stumbled at first and made little gaffes, but Rhaenyra and Daemon were always on hand to help you navigate sticky courtly etiquette.

At night, you would join your husband and dine with the king.

Viserys was warm and welcoming, but the Queen you found a little aloof and cold.

Aegon would spend the entire time drinking.

Aemond would spend the entire time brooding.

They would then try to kill each other after one brother insulted the other.

Sweet Helaena was lost in her little world sometimes, and you felt for her when she gave a speech one night after Rhaenyra introduced her youngest son's new wife, about how Aegon only noticed her when he was drunk.

"Can anything be done?"

"The laws here forbid divorce," Daemon had said. "Viserys sends her to High Tide more often than not so she can have peace from her husband." He then leaned over to whisper, "He said allowing the marriage to take place will always be one of the biggest regrets of his life."

You sighed.

Rhaenyra would take you with her to the old bazaar, where the two of you would sample the delights from all over Westeros and Essos.

The two of you also came back with heaps of bags and parcels.

You gave Daemon a private showing of some of the more intimate items you brought.

Daemon dragged you straight to bed after that.

You were hoping that would happen.

Viserys would often ask you to join him and his family whenever Daemon was occupied with the Gold Cloaks. He showed you the scale model he built of the old capital city of Valyria, one he made with the scraps of information the Citadel had. You had to correct him by saying the blood temple was entirely made out of flawless blocks of dragonglass that had been fused together by dragon flames, and not limestone, and that dragonglass candles were everywhere.

When Viserys said the Freeholders jealously guarded the secrets of the temple, you said, "Visiting dragonlords liked to talk when deep in their cups. My ancestors liked to listen when the visiting dragonlords liked to talk. The visiting dragonlords gave us a peace treaty and marriages with the Velaryons in exchange for our not blabbing to those not from our islands. I think we did a good job of honoring the treaty so far."

Viserys laughed, then said yes, the Summer Isles have done a wonderful job of honouring the treaty. He then spent the rest of the afternoon quizzing you on the stories passed down by your elders.

You come to share his and Daemon's love of Valyria's history.

After two months, you wake up one morning and realize your courses have not yet come. You speak of this to no one.

Rhaenyra is the first to realize something is up when you grow squeamish after roast chicken is placed in front of you. She pulls you to one side when you develop a hankering for quail eggs.

"Are you?" she beams and points to your stomach.

"Yes. But I need to be sure before I tell Daemon."

Rhaenyra is thrilled to have a baby cousin she can spoil.

Your courses didn't come for a second month, and this time you tell Daemon, by refusing wine.

"Why would you not drink? I thought women of the Summer Isles only abstained when they're with...."

He stops talking and comes towards you, lovingly placing a hand on your stomach when he reaches you. "Are you... Are you really?"

Daemon had always wanted to be a father, was never sure it would ever happen, and now, the woman he loved had told him she was carrying their child. Tears streaked their way down his cheeks even as his lips quirked up. The thought of a child that might look like you both, a mischievous boy or a girl who'd drive her parents to distraction, overwhelmed him.

"I am," you say, even as tears stain their way down your cheeks. "I need to talk to midwives to be sure, but I am."

Daemon whispered to your belly in high Valyrian, before standing up to kiss you and sweeping you into a long and tender embrace, the both of you shedding happy tears.

When Viserys was told, he threw a grand feast, to celebrate the news. It was attended by all the nobles and talked about for months.

Viserys could rest easy a little now. His baby brother had found contentment and true happiness at last.

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hothothotch · 2 years ago

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𝓸𝓷𝓮: 𝓲𝓽'𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓾𝓷𝓾𝓼𝓾𝓪𝓵 𝓽𝓸 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓯𝓾𝓷 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓪𝓷𝔂𝓸𝓷𝓮

SUMMARY: {it’s not unusual series, first chapter}. while aaron is trying to find out if you are or are not dating Morgan, you have to face your own personal demons — and maybe you’ll find out that Aaron may be a good company for that.

TW: talks about death; talks about children; reader is a mother (kinda); talks about drugs.

A/N: a bit late, but it’s here! i had so much fun writing it, i hope you like it 🫶🏾 (also if you do, lemme know if you wanna be tagged :D).

YOU AND MORGAN WEREN’T A THING — not officially, like, a real couple —, but you were a thing nonetheless, and that was enough to make the always calm and collected SSA Aaron Hotchner go absolutely mental.

The first time Aaron had noticed a shift in your relationship with Derek had been after one specific case in Kentucky, where kids had been kidnapped by a mother who had lost her daughter only a few months back. Of course, cases with children were hard on every member of the team (mainly JJ, Hotch and Morgan, that had their own histories with children), but for some reason, that case had struck too close for comfort in you, and Morgan had noticed it before anyone else had.

At the occasion, Aaron had ignored how his heart beat faster when he saw, with the corner of his eyes, you leaning against Derek’s shoulders, your left hand grasping his right arm as he pulled you closer, kissing your head. He also ignored the way his usual frown only became deeper (to the point that his eyebrows were hurting) when he saw the small smile you gave Derek when you looked up, your eyes sparkling when they meet his, pure adoration in your every feature.

You were friends. Friends acted like that, obviously. So Aaron just shrugged it off and tried (and failed) to keep his mind on his report, pretending that the small and almost unnoticeable touch you exchanged passed unseen by him.

The smiles and touches were, unfortunately, only the beginning.

Rossi was the first to bring the topic to his attention one day, when the spirits were high and they had decided to stay late at the office to have a drink together.

Jack, mostly for Aaron’s dismay, had opted to spend his weekend at a Camp with the school, and while Aaron was happy his little boy was fitting quite well at his new school (he had required Jack’s transference for one closer to his house after Haley was killed), he really wished they could spend that weekend together, seen that the past ones were stolen by his job.

So, the last — last! — thing Aaron wanted was to gossip about two of his coworkers’ relationship. David, on the other hand, seemed to believe that when there’s nothing to say, saying anything is better than saying nothing.

“They’re not a thing” Aaron had protested between sips of his whiskey, trying to maintain a neutral demeanor as to not let anything skip — not that he’d admit, even if asked, “I’d have noticed”.

David chuckled, and the sound alone was enough to enrage Aaron, “You noticed. You’re just pretending you didn’t”.

“I didn’t” Aaron reinforced, looking straight into David’s eyes, “You know Morgan’s not the kind of man to date”.

“Me neither” David retorted, a chuckle falling from his lips when he said those words, “But all it takes it’s a nice woman, the right woman, to make even the worst man in the world become a good guy”.

Aaron’s lips twitched in a smile, “And we can spend the whole night discussing about how this is a lie solely based on our job” the Unit Chief gave his friend a pointed look, “Or in our own relationships, for that matter”.

Aaron knew his comment wouldn’t bother David (honestly, sometimes Aaron asked himself if David had ever cared for any of his wives after Carolynn, but it usually took him into a spiral of thoughts about Haley, and Aaron knew it wouldn’t take him anywhere), but couldn’t ignore the small frown that appeared on his friend’s face, a crease forming on his own forehead as he stopped his glass midway to his lips, “What is it?”.

David shook his head, leaning against his chair as he crossed his legs in front of his body — ‘oh, here we go’, Aaron thought, mirroring Dave’s movements as if granting him permission to speak whatever he wanted to.

“She’s been acting different for a while…” The older man trailed off, and for a moment Aaron wondered if David was still talking to him, “Since that case. It was when they started to see each other”.

Aaron nodded in agreement, “I know” he said bluntly, rolling his eyes when David gave him a knowing look, “I’m not talking about their relationship…”.

David raised both his hands in surrender, a sly smirk on his face, “I didn’t say a word”.

“But about her not being ok” Aaron proceeded, ignoring Dave’s last words as he finished his trail of thoughts, “Though I didn’t have the chance to talk to her about it”.

“I don’t think she wants to talk about it with someone…” Rossi pointed, “Other than Derek”.

‘Oh, come on!’, Aaron had to keep himself from rolling his eyes, but something on his behavior may have set him up, considering the small snicker on his lips. Sensing a smart comment was somewhere in the making, Aaron immediately cleared his throat, taking a sip of his whiskey before straightening his pose, “Anyway, I’ll talk to her about it when I feel like it’s unsettling the team”.

David motioned with his head, finishing his drink quickly before standing up, his glass forgotten on Aaron’s desk as he moved away, “Maybe…” the Italian man looked back at his friend when he reached the door, “Maybe you should talk to her before that. Before it’s too late”.

Aaron didn’t reply, and he knew that David wasn’t requiring an answer — as it usually happened, Rossi knew Aaron enough to know his friend would eventually talk to you about it, the same way Aaron knew David enough to know that he wouldn’t force him into doing something that he, as Unit Chief and friend, deemed could make one of his coworkers uncomfortable.

David also knew Aaron well enough to know that when it came to take a decision about a topic that could make you uncomfortable (even if it had only 1% of chance), he’d take way more time weighing his options — not that Aaron would admit it.

So, David knew that when he left Aaron’s office, his friend would make his top priority talking to you on the other day, if he got the chance; he knew that Aaron would be plagued on his sleep, passing his words in his mind, trying to find the best approach to the situation.

And maybe — but that was totally up for David’s hopes, and no real evidence — that could be the day Aaron Hotchner finally admitted his feelings for you.

Too much to hope for.

+++

WHEN THE ELEVATOR’S DOORS OPENED, you knew it was set to be a hell of a day — actually, the events that preceded that moment where already a good indicative, but you had decided to ignore the signs and pretend everything was ok, even if you knew nothing was.

It’s been a hard month.

“Good morning, sweet pea!” Garcia greeted, coming quickly from her lair with her always present smile and two steamy mugs in hands — on her right hand, her usual pink octopus filled with tea, and on her left hand a yellow smiley chick, that she happily passed to you, “How are you feeling today?”.

You shrugged, drinking the liquid inside the yellow mug in an attempt to hide the wobble on your lips, a way of saying you were not ok, but also not as bad as you’ve been before. As always, Garcia seemed to get it really well.

“Have you talked with your sister?”.

“Yeah” you nodded, holding the mug with both your hands, seeking the warmth it gave your fingers, the comfort it brought to your heart, even if for only a moment, “But she’s not the problem, her lawyer is”.

Garcia inclined her body towards you as if to confide you a huge secret she had never told anyone — even if you knew it would probably be a bad joke —, her voice filled with secrecy, “Lawyers always are”.

You actually laughed at that, nodding curtly in acknowledgment to her comment. The reason you had told Garcia what was happening (besides your urge to tell someone, anyone), was because you knew that while everyone would treat you like a victim, like someone who’s going through a lot in life, Garcia would do the exact opposite — with her funny mugs and bright colors (and an admirable sense of humor), the BAU’s Tech Analyst sworn to do her best not to let you dive too much into the problem, even if you felt like you were already sinking.

Penelope Garcia was a breath or fresh air, and you were more than grateful that she existed.

“Oh, I almost forgot!” Penelope stated subtly, bringing your mind back to that moment, “Hotch wanna see you”.

Your brows knitted at that, confusion written all over your features as you turned to face the closed door to Hotch’s office, on the other side of the bullpen. You’ve been with the team for a while now — almost a year —, and while you were aware that Hotch (your Unit Chief) wasn’t the kind of person to excessively talk, he had his moments of asking for private conversations with members of the team, mostly when he knew they needed help.

Point is, Hotch seemed to be doing just the opposite with you.

You were aware he knew something was off — he always knew, just like Rossi —, and while you were sure he wanted to make it go unnoticed, you had noticed his looks towards you since that case in Kentucky, how he kept a safe distance and rarely directed a word towards you, unless it was extremely necessary.

At first, you thought he might be studying ways of firing you (and that was all you didn’t need at the moment), but Hotch didn’t seem to doubt your judgement or abilities, so you shrugged that possibility off on the first weeks of his odd behavior, but that didn’t mean you were not curious about it.

It was only when Derek brought the subject to life that you finally understood what had led him to that, “He knows” he had pointed one night, while you were safely tucked under your blankets on your living room, a movie playing on the TV, though it was long forgotten, “Hotch. I think he knows about us and he’s studying the best way to tell us there’s HR files to fill”.

You snorted at the occasion, placing one hand on Derek’s chest to look up at him, “Hotch-I-don’t-smile-at-all is nervous about telling us that we have to file documents?”.

“No, that would be bullshit” he rolled his eyes, his fingers skimming her skin slowly and tenderly, “Hotch’s nervous about the action reports he will have to fill to make sure no one’s gonna consider our relationship a problem”.

You snorted at that, kissing Derek’s lips tenderly with the smallest of the smiles on your face, “Fair enough”.

But that had happened a month ago, and a lot had changed since then — one of them being that, as much as you loved each other, you and Derek decided that being a couple wasn’t your thing. Yeah, you liked the time you spent together; yeah, messing around with each other was pretty fun; and yeah, Derek Morgan was a hell of a good kisser (among other things). But when it came to a real relationship, the whole boyfriend-girlfriend thing and being in love with each other, both of you knew you were not what the other was looking for.

So, while the playful banter, the unabashed flirtations and the small kisses distributed publicly (mostly in hands and cheek), you and Morgan were just friends.

Really.

“Okay” you replied nonetheless, shifting on your feet and tried to play it off as if you weren’t confused and a bit worried, “See you later?”.

Penelope nodded, taking the mug from your hands, “Sure thing, sugar plum! I’ll be in the lair with the Nutcracker waiting for you!”.

You groaned, tilting your head backwards with a playful bothered demeanor, “Why did I tell you about that?”.

“Because you love me!” Garcia sang, moving towards her lair, heels clicking soundly on the ground, “Bye bye!”.

You smiled, following her every step until she was out of reach, moment when you finally allowed yourself to look through the glass doors of the bullpen, observing your surroundings.

Most of the team was already there, gathered on their desks with their noses buried on the piles and piles of paperwork accumulated from a week’s worth of back to back cases, your own desk had its own pile of paperwork, though slightly smaller than your teammate’s — as a night owl, it had become habit to finish your paperwork on the late hours, when people were already sleeping; it saved you time on the other day, but also gave you a hellish migraine for lack of sleep (which you tried to solve with painkillers and lots of coffee to keep you awake).

Your heart clenched when your eyes made their way up to Hotch’s office, breath getting caught in your throat when you found him already looking at you through the windows, but the contact lasted only a second before he turned his head back to the files on his desk, leaning against his chair with one hand on his chin.

God, you were gonna be fired.

“Hey, good morning”.

You jumped at the sound of JJ’s sweet voice, turning your head to face the (other) blonde woman beside you, eyes wide while you tried to hide the fact she had scared you — which, by the smile on her face, you knew hadn’t worked.

“Sorry” she whispered, holding her files closer to her chest, “You seemed a bit off, I was worried”.

You thought about lying, or saying you were ok, or just shrugging it off like it was nothing — but you knew that, even not being a profiler, if someone would catch your lie, that’d be JJ, “Hotch wanna see me”.

JJ tilted her head to the side, a frown appearing on her face, “And…?”

“And… he’s our boss?” you replied obviously, taking a step closer to the blonde woman in front of you, “The one with the power to fire us? The all-mighty guy from BAU? I can keep going”.

“Not needed” JJ chuckled, “You know you’ve been acting strange on the past month, right? And that, even if you didn’t tell anyone except for Morgan and Garcia, we still noticed that, right?”.

Yes, you recognized you’ve been acting strange — who wouldn’t, considering the circumstances? —, but no, it never gone through your mind that someone other than Morgan and Garcia would’ve noticed (which now sounded stupid, considering you were a profiler on a team or profilers).

“I’ll take that as a no” JJ grinned, touching your shoulders delicately, “He’s probably just worried and wanna know if everything’s ok. You can play Hotch off with ‘it’s fine’ and he won’t pressure you. Or…” she moved closer to you, “You can tell him the truth, and he’ll try to help”.

You stomp your feet on the ground, looking nervously at Hotch’s office door — what was the worst that could happen?

“Ok” you nodded, “Yeah, you’re right. Yeah”.

“I know, I usually am” JJ said teasingly, shoving you delicately towards the glass doors, “If you wanna talk later, I’ll be in my office”.

You smiled at JJ, your hands touching the icy handle as you pushed the doors.

What was the worst that could happen?

+++

BY THE TIME YOU SAT IN FRONT OF AARON’S CHAIR, he was already regretting having called you up, for an incredible amount of reasons.

The first one (and the one that was bothering him the most) being the fact that you were looking amazing — and not only looking, smelling. Not that it wasn’t usual of you (Aaron had never seen you dressed in something that didn’t fit the occasion), but for some reason it hit him differently that day, while he looked at you.

The second was the way you had suddenly retracted on your chair, even if you hadn’t noticed it. The way your back was slightly hunched, how you kept biting your bottom lip, or how your hands were fumbling around, trying to neat the already beaten pictures on his table.

You were hiding something, Aaron could see it. The only thing he wasn’t sure was if that had something to do with your relationship, or if there was something… else.

“Agent—“.

He didn’t get to finish his message, your feelings immediately coming off your lips in a hurricane of hushed words, “Look, Hotch, I’m sorry Derek and I didn’t talk to you about our relationship first thing, but we were seeing if it could lead us to something, and it didn’t, so…” you took a deep breath, “I’m sorry, but it’s not a problem anymore—“.

The next time your name slipped from Aaron’s lips, it was calm, gentle, sweet, almost; and while you thought you’ve never heard him talking to you like this, Aaron could recall hundreds of times he had, even without you noticing.

“This is not about you and Morgan, though I should’ve brought the subject sooner…” Aaron raised one brow, trying to sound as neutral as possible when he asked, “But it’s not a problem anymore?”.

You felt your face heat and you were almost sure you were suddenly turning red, ashamed, “Yeah… I mean, no… I mean…” you took a deep breath, intertwining your fingers as you gathered courage to look up at Aaron, “We broke up, like, a month ago. We’re still friends, of course, and it’s nothing that’s gonna jeopardize our performance on the field—“.

Aaron called your name again, this time way gentler than before, if that was even possible, “I know” he murmured softly, “And that’s not why I called you here”.

Not entirely, he wanted to complete, but Aaron knew better than to push you away now that he had you there, talking to him.

“No?” you asked softly, knitting your brows.

“No” Aaron replied seriously, intertwining their fingers on top of his wooden desk, “Actually, I’ve noticed there’s something bothering you. I wanted to know if it’s something you’d like to talk about…?”.

Aaron observed as your features changed from confused, to surprised, to closed; it was almost as if you had suddenly brought up the walls you had let fall when speaking about your relationship with Morgan — or maybe he had interpreted your fear and nervousness as an opening, while you were only doing what you thought would be required, considering he was in a higher position than you.

He was ready to ask for forgiveness and say he didn’t mean to intrude when something changed on your features — your face lit up a bit, though it wasn’t happy, just… if Aaron could describe it, he’d say that it seemed like something on your mind had just find some clarity. It warmed his heart, considering it was the first time he had seen you do it in a while (when it wasn’t case related, of course) and it had happened because of him — indirectly.

Aaron observed cautiously as you sat straight on the cushioned chair, placing both your hands on your legs before finally looking up at him, your eyes hooked up on each other when the words came out of your mouth, “I’m a mother. Kinda”.

He blinked.

And blinked.

And blinked one more time.

Until the words finally made it out of his mouth, completely stunned, “You… are?”.

“Kinda” you said with a thin voice, finishing the sentence with a pout, “A friend of mine, Darlene, she died a year ago and she had a daughter. Darlene was a single mother, and we had this pact that whoever died first would take care of the other’s child…” your hands were moving frantically as you spoke, and it didn’t take a lot from Aaron to notice it was a subject that made you happy, though it frightened you in equal measure, “Her name is Lizzie, she’s four. The light of my life, and the reason why I don’t see myself having other children in the future”.

You had said this last part humorously, so Aaron knew you were kidding — still, he couldn’t help but question if you’d ever see Jack as yours as much as you saw Lizzie…

He should get his head off his ass.

“Is she ok?” he questioned, more because he wanted to take the images of you being Jack’s stepmother from his head than because he actually meant it. God, he was starting to feel awful, “Can I help you with something?”.

You sighed heavily, “Can you call one of your old lawyers pals and ask them how can I win in court against her biological father?”.

‘Oh’, Aaron thought, finally able to understand — partly — what the matter was.

“It depends…” Aaron leaned closer to you, holding his tie in place, “Why you don’t want him to get her custody? I mean, except for your promise”.

“He’s not a good guy” you replied immediately, throwing your body against the backrest, your eyes focused on the ceiling (it was a position similar to the one you sat when you were talking to your therapist), “They met it college, he has a nice family, they’re rich and stuff… but he’s an addict. Y’know, the kind we find on ditches, killed by someone like the Zodiac”.

Aaron frowned, “The Zodiac never killed an addict. Not that we know of”.

“I know” you nodded, sighing heavily, “But I couldn’t think of killers that did, so I went with the first name in my mind”.

He chuckled at that, crossing one leg on top of the other — and just like that, the office was silent. Not a disturbing silence, as it used to get in between cases, but the silence of two minds studying different situations that could end up complementing the other — you thinking about your issue, and Aaron about how to help you with that.

Aaron was ready to speak when you did, drumming on his desk with your fingers, “If that’s all, boss, I should go. There’s a pile of paperwork I should fill out”.

“Sure” Aaron replied promptly, standing up as you did, “And about Lizzie—“.

“Oh, no. No need to say anything” you waved it off, your smile not quite reaching your eyes, “It’s not your problem—“.

“But I wanna help you with it” he cut you off, once more observing as your features changed, your mouth opening in a surprised ‘o’, “I think I can call a friend of mine, she’s specialized in cases like that, and being a woman, you may be more comfortable to talk to her about the whole thing. I’ll let you know”.

Your eyes filled with tears, and Aaron saw the way you opened and closed your mouth a few times, searching for the right words to say, “Hotch…”.

“No need” Aaron assured, walking slowly towards you, one hand gently on your shoulder, “If someone tried to take Jack from me, I’d do everything to keep him by my side. Now I wanna help you do the same”.

You gasped, and Aaron was almost sure that you didn’t plan to hug him, or to burrow your head on the crook of his neck, or to let him feel your tears falling on his shoulder, soaking his suit. But you did. And while you were there, present, open, willing to let yourself feel safe in his arms, Aaron closed his own arms around your body, pulling you closer to him, melting on your smell, thinking about how he wished that could happen every day. And if it wasn’t for the open blinds on his office, he’d have kissed your forehead tenderly, or even your whole face, just so you knew how much that hug meant to him — how much you meant to him.

But it wasn’t the time, or the place.

And even without that, Aaron knew that something changed that day.

For better.

+++

“I’M JUST SAYING…” Rossi started (or continued, considering that talk had started at the moment him and Aaron took their seats on the plane, “That it’s not unusual to have fun with anyone, principally when someone’s as young as her”.

Aaron rolled his eyes, looking up at his old friend with one brow raised, “You won’t stop until I tell you what we talked about, right?”.

David gave his friend a devilish smile, leaning against the table that separated them, “You know me so well”.

From the moment David Rossi stepped feet at the BAU, Aaron knew he wouldn’t have secrets anymore — and not only because Rossi was his best friend, but also because he was a curious man who usually wouldn’t take ‘no’ as answer, even if it was a secret hidden deep inside, not meant to be known by anyone but the two people who knew it.

But David Rossi was a noisy man. And he could become even more noisy after witnessing his best friend (and boss) hugging one of his coworkers (you) so intimately on his office while he believed you were dating another of your coworkers.

“I mean, I’m not calling you ‘anyone’…” the Italian man pointed at Aaron, “Actually, you’re a really fine man. But I’m deducing her thing with Morgan wasn’t serious if she already moved on—“.

“They were dating” Aaron finally cut him off, not looking forward to have a whole talk about how you and him could be fooling around — only the idea was painful, the thought he could have you for a minute and then not anymore, “But they broke up”.

David wiggled his brows, “And you immediately stepped in? Atta boy!”.

“That he is” your voice came from behind Rossi, a smile on your face as you moved past him, stopping beside Aaron’s chair, one hand on his shoulder, “And while I don’t know what this talk is about… and honestly, I don’t know if I wanna” she gave Rossi a pointed look when he opened his mouth to speak, probably answering the silent (or nonexistent) question you’ve made, “I wanted to know if you wanna join me on the back?”.

Aaron looked at the spot you were pointing at — the same spot he saw you and Derek sitting only a few months ago, when he tried to convince himself that you were just friends.

He ignored the way his heart stopped at the invitation, closing his file as he nodded, standing up behind you in the small space of the plane’s corridor, “We talk later, Dave”.

“Oooh” David chanted, grabbing his own file, “We sure do, Aaron”.

Aaron knew you noticed — and you knew he knew — the mischievous hint on Rossi’s voice when he spoke, but as you both sat down side by side on the double seats of the plane, the only thing that mattered was the warm and reassuring presence of the other…

Until the next problem came.

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