#Natty being a girl boss

[lonegale]

So since we have the whole crew I figured I'd share something one of my favorite artists made while scrolling through my Twitter feed

Their all happy except Ominis, he's just annoyed with their stupidity.

The artist is Giselsann1

Someone get Amit and Natty because I couldn't tag them

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part 4 mob boss mommy *i mean natty oops*

Title: The Oversight [Part 4/7]

Ship: Female!Reader x Natasha Romanoff

Wordcount: 4325

Warnings: Gun imagery, heights, unecessary tension, horrible grammar, and funnel cake

[A/n: Heads up, I wrote this while I had the flu & a pretty bad fever, so it's not my greatest work. Thank you all for the postive feedback!]

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“Hit me.” Natasha’s words were growled, a low rumble compared to the warm spring breeze that produced nothing but a balmy environment. Sweat glossed her collarbone, moved against expanses of skin that you had let yourself imagine, but had never seen. She was a distraction, despite being your instructor.

Her wrapped fist made contact with your jaw, a metallic taste coating your tongue. You let out a grunt of protest, fingers quickly working against the area to ease the throbbing pain. “That wasn’t fair,”

“You think they’re going to play fair? Focus up. Hit me.”

There was something about being this close to Natasha that formed a pit in your stomach. You were meant to have skin on skin contact, though most of your mornings for the past two weeks had been spent at the gun range, she had deemed you ready enough to learn how to fight. It was an art, you figured, not just something you could blindly go into.

For the first fifteen minutes of your day, you had watched Natasha and Kate spar. Yelena was standing next to you, a borderline predatory gaze on her face. You’d realized that it was one of the only emotions she harbored, and that Clint was rightful in his fear. Still, her attention was not focused on you, and that was good enough for the time being.

Instead, it was homed in on Kate. “I have been teaching her for nearly a year now.”

“She’s good.”

“You do not have to lie, y/n. She’s sloppy, reckless. Look how calculated Natalia is.”

Those emerald eyes were tracking every move the taller girl made. She’d initiated contact with Kate’s ribs, with her knees, and her shoulders. She’d fallen to the grass more times than you could count, but she still got up. That’s what seemed to count around here. Even as green a brown stained her workout gear, and as purple blotches of dead blood rose to the surface of her skin.

“It pays to learn fighting styles. That is something the Danver’s family does not understand. They hire whoever they can. Bodies over skill, it can work in some situations, but not all.”

“When did this… war start?”

“Mm, the power struggle has been raging for decades. Our parents, and their parents, and their parents before them. Both of us were trained to take over the family business. Men, they fight with their hearts and not their heads. When Carol and Natalia took up the mantel, things only got worse.”

You felt silly, growing up on these city blocks, and not realizing that a fight bigger than yourself was raging just within the shadows. You supposed that was a good thing. If you knew, you’d have taken Ronnie out of here in a second.

Kate hit the ground for a fourth time, the air knocked out of her lungs. She still had enough left to groan and prop herself up on her elbows. Natasha chuckled, the sound bubbling past her lips. This was much too fun for her.

“She is fragile.” Yelena nudged you with her arm. You frowned. Kate accepted the outstretched hand and allowed herself to be pulled to her feet. She looked dazed. “Do not tell her I said so, but she was looking for a project. You have to give it your all. For both of your sakes.”

You drew in a breath to respond, but Yelena clapped a hand on your back before taking a step toward the dueling duo. “Alright Nat! I think you’ve tortured Kate Bishop enough. Do not break her.”

Kate was bouncing back and forth on the balls of her feet, her fists raised in a defensive position. Her lip was split, rusty crimson against the corner of her mouth. “I can do this all day.”

“You do not have to.” Yelena’s nose scrunched up “You stink. Go take a shower.”

The blonde shoved Kate playfully towards the house, trailing behind her and murmuring things in Russian. She’d left you alone with Natasha, something you had become quite accustomed to. In your workout gear, you felt more than a little exposed, her stare raking up and down your form before her cheeks turned a deeper shade of pink than they already were.

The two of you had sat on the lawn chairs as she wrapped your knuckles, had you punch the palm of her hand to see how much blowback it would cause. You were holding back, and you both knew it. Her last command had been non-negotiable.

When you swung your right hand towards her jaw, Natasha wrapped her fingers around your wrist. She had flipped you onto the ground with enough force to knock the air from your lungs. You’d flailed in panic instead of going limp like Kate had.

You’d dragged Natasha down on top of you. Her body weight was warm from the beating sun, her elbows on either side of your head. Natasha’s knee was between yours, pressing into your core. You let out a small gasp at the sensation, pulling in her musky scent of sweat and clove.

Stray strands of russet hair framed Natasha’s face as she peered down at you, her chest heaving, each breath pushing her closer to you. Her nose was brushed against yours. The two of you were impossibly close, soul-crushingly so. You were certain that she could feel your heartbeat through your shirt.

She made a quite noise “Pet, if you wanted to get me on top of you, all you had to do was ask.”

Your gaze had given you away, and Natasha suddenly had a shit-eating grin against her lips. You hooked your legs against hers an arm wrapping around her waist. In a smooth move, you had her flipped against the grass, eyes reflecting the blue of the cloudless sky. She nearly seemed impressed, and you preened at the stare.

That was before her knee came up and knocked the wind out of you for the second time. You grunted, rolling off her. The two of you stared up at the sky for a few moments before she hoisted herself up and offered you a hand. You batted it away out of habit, rising on your own.

“When you fall, you fall with grace.” Natasha said, her voice stoney, right back to her serious self. “That way you don’t end up like we just were.”

“And if they ask?” you lifted an eyebrow at her, a hint of malice in her voice. She took a step closer to you, and that ever-intoxicating scent filled your lungs once more. Your ribs still ached from her kick, fingers massaging the sore spot. However, all of your movement halted.

Her voice was murmured and rusty. “I don’t want anyone else on top of you.”

“Okay,” You whispered, throat suddenly tight. “Then show me how.”

Veronica had the excited reflection of light in her eyes. They scanned the traveling fair that had been set up in the park bordering the harbor and a square city block. Each year, tents with local vendors would go up, rides and carnival games in their stead.

The scent of kettle corn filled your lungs, a mix of sweet and salty that reminded you of your own childhood spent here. It was the one constant that every foster family took part in. Sometimes you’d be given a stack of tickets, others, you’d get enough for a large cup of the best lemonade you had ever tasted.

Her hand tightened around yours, squeezing in excitement. Despite your current situation, you couldn’t help but smile. The soft sound of music and the light breeze was enough to make your forget about your aching muscles, and the light sweater that you had thrown on to hide the bruising against your shoulders, your arms, and collarbone. Natasha had really done a number on you.

“Jimmy is a nice guy, he really is, but the whole magic thing is driving me nuts.” Darcy used her forefingers to pinch off a bit of blue cotton candy, shoving it into her mouth. She talked around the melting sugar. “Seriously, he spilled my coffee all over my lap attempting a card trick and then attempted to mop it up with a never-ending handkerchief.”

You snickered at that, earning a look cut from glass. “What? I’m sorry about your drycleaning, but it is kind of funny.”

“Yeah, whatever. I just have to grow a backbone. He doesn’t try to pull that shit with Monica. No one tries to pull that shit with her.” She knelt in front of Ronnie, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. “You’re not going to tolerate stupid magic tricks, are you?”

She was met with a silent, but amused stare, her eyebrow lifted. You’d been leveled with that look more than once yourself. It dissolved you into more laughter. “Alright, alright. No magic for the kid. Does the Ferris Wheel count as magic?”

“Well sure, but only at the worlds fair.”

You rolled your eyes but effectively tugged them both into the line. It had always been one of your favorites. It gave you a good look at the city you called home. Of course, your view of that city had been stunted lately. It never truly changed the beauty of the lights and the way they reflected off the water.

Your shoulder came in contact with chilled leather, your attention having been trained on fishing through your pockets for the small red tickets. Your eyes shot up, ready to rush out an apology until the words stopped in your throat.

Seeing Natasha outside of her manor was jarring. She looked nearly the same, a tight-fitting black T-shirt and a leather jacket draped over her shoulders. Her hair was loose, unlike it was at training earlier in the day, cascading down her shoulders. Her make-up was light, her unripe stare pouring into yours. That bewilderment melted into her cool exterior as if it were never there in the first place.

“Natasha,” the word poured from your lips before you could stop it, and the corner of her mouth quirked up in amusement. “Sorry, I wasn’t paying attention.”

“I can take a hit” She stated matter-of-factly. You were well aware of the fact, and you had to stifle a shiver as it worked its way down your spine. Hours before she had been nestled so perfectly on top of you.

Your cheeks heated up and you glanced sparingly at your friend, her own eyes going back and forth between the both of you. It was then that you noticed Clint, towering over Natasha with his arms crossed over his chest. He gave you a finger wave, and you lifted your chin in return.

“I’m Darcy, you are?” She was beyond forward, and it made you internally cringe. She reached her hand out to the very woman that ran the city. It was like sticking your hand in the lions enclosure covered in steak sauce.

“Natasha,” her words dripped with a subtle hint of her accent “This is Clint.”

“Howdy,” he knelt then, Veronica was clinging tightly to your leg, peeking around tentatively. She hugged you closer as he spoke. “You must be Veronica.”

The woman in front of you softened as you had never seen before. Her eyes grew brighter, though you could pin that on the circulating lights of the Ferris Wheel. There was a genuine smile on her lips as she looked at the girl who hugged you ever close.

“She doesn’t talk much, I’m afraid.” Your hand moved comfortingly to her shoulder. Ronnie seemed comfortable, if not excited about the rides that were teeming around them.  

Nat smiled at you “Oh, I’m sure she’ll speak when she has something to say.”

Ronnie’s death-grip on your leg seemed to loosen a bit as Clint straightened up. Darcy continued to scrutinize you and Natasha, something mischievous in her stare that you didn’t exactly care for. She rocked back and forth on her feet and directed her attention to Clint.

“How good are you at skeeball?”

“An absolute beast.” Clint replied.

“What do you say to a challenge? I bet I can kick your ass with the power of science. Winner springs for funnel cake.”

You picked up on the subtle look Clint gave Natasha and the even more subtle wave that she responded with. She blew an amused breath. Darcy stretched her hand towards Ronnie and wiggled her finger. “Kid, you staying or going?”

This time, Ronnie looked up at you for confirmation and you gave her a small, encouraging nod. She dislodged herself and wrapped her hand around Darcy’s. The promise of flaky and sweet funnel cake topped with powdered sugar was too tantalizing.

Admittedly, you were used to being left alone with Natasha at this point. Though it had mostly been in a business capacity. She seemed almost shy now, the line for the Ferris Wheel inching ever so closer.

“We can still go on, if you want.” She suggested.

“Yeah, yes. Of course.” You replied, “that would be lovely.”

“Your friend is very persistent.”

“She’s harmless, really.”

“And your daughter. She’s beautiful.” Natasha shoved her hands into her pockets, the two of you inching closer in line. “Just like her mother.”

Once again, you could feel the breath lodge in your throat, your cheeks flushing with fire. She was so bold at moments, and you remained silent in your conquest. There was no telling what was overstepping, though she blinked at you expectantly.

You fumbled dumbly with the tickets in your pockets, presenting them to the attendant. You both ended up in a cherry red car lined with nice leather cushions. Natasha’s thigh was warm against yours, her thick scent coating your lungs. Her arm was around the back of the cart, and a familiar sense of safety settled within you.

“You worry about her,” Natasha said to fill the silence as they loaded each cart. It lurched forward and back, making your stomach turn. “I didn’t start speaking until I was nine years old. My mother, she was so concerned that she rushed to be every specialist that money could buy. Whole days spent driving to different counties, just for them to say that same thing. Nothing is wrong, and I’ll talk when I’m ready.”

“What was that moment? The one where you were ready?”

She shrugged her shoulders. “The thing about being quiet, is that people tend not to notice when you’re in the room. My father protected Yelena and I from his world for as long as he could, but eavesdroppers hear no good of themselves, and others. I watched him give a man his last drink before shooting him between the eyes.”

“Fuck, Natasha.” You murmured.

“He doesn’t know I saw that. I ran as quietly as I could back to my room and hid under the duvet like a child. Something snapped in me that day and I no longer wanted to be silent. I suppose the fear of displeasing either of them ebbed the words from me.”

She was being vulnerable in front of you, a side that you had never seen. There were always her subtle touches, and her purred words that would hit the pit of your stomach. You’d watch as she gave unwavering commands to Clint, to Yelena and Kate. But this was different. This was her.

The city sparkled around you. Tricolored lights reflected off the blackness of the causeways that lapped listlessly at the harbor. If you squinted, you could almost make out the mansion where you spent most of your time.

The carnival buzzed below. Her scent was overwhelming, so warm and welcoming despite her danger. And dangerous she was. It was alluring, exciting. You looked at her, eyes pouring with emotion. Not so much pity, as she would snap your wrist at the fact. But a simple understanding.

Tentatively, you reached up and cupped her cheek. You both were too far above the ground to be realized and the simple gesture was one of good faith. Surprisingly, she leaned into your touch, making a quiet, relieved noise.

Your voice was whispered, “You didn’t deserve that. You were just a kid.”

She had closed her eyes, reveling in the warmth of your contact. Her features were so soft, so broken in this moment that you resisted the urge to kiss her frown away. Before you could contemplate it, the Ferris Wheel lurched and she gently took her fingers and wrapped them around your wrist, lowering both of your hands into her lap.

“She’ll talk,” Natasha gave your hand a squeeze “give her time.”

Natasha cleared her throat as the cart neared the end of its journey. She pulled away entirely, her arm still along the back of the seat. When she leaned closer, you could feel the weight of the gun in the inside pocket of her jacket. Seriousness had lidded over her eyes once more.

“We have a job tonight, and I want you to come along.” She said, breath hot on your collarbone.

You were suddenly snapped back to reality. Natasha was in fact the head of a crime ring that you had unwittingly stumbled into. Up until now, aside from the brutal beating, it had almost felt like child’s play. She’d relearned you how to shoot, and you knew the very basics of fighting. But, you were far from her Winter Soldier stand in. You weren’t even a toy soldier.

She sensed your hesitancy. “I have a meeting at a restaurant downtown. It’s not going to go south, but if it does, I need you there. You won’t be alone.”

“Clint?” You asked.

She shook her head “guys got a family of his own, he must spend some time with them outside of work hours. Kate.”

You fought back the noise that threatened to escape your throat. You didn’t doubt Kate, but you certainly doubted yourself. You didn’t have your own weapon, and the threat of leaving a restaurant with a bullet lodged between your ribs became very real, very quickly.

She chuckled at that, “I trust her. I trust you. Just stand there and follow her lead. Look hot and intimidating.”

“Is hot really a requirement?”

“Not really, but you pull it off.” There was a switch in her again, one that had been flipped effortlessly as she grabbed the collar of your sweater and pulled you impossibly close. You were nearly sitting in her lap. “Don’t fail me on this, y/n. It’s imperative that you do as you’re told.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

You swallowed thickly as her hands wandered your side expertly. It took you a moment to realize that she had pulled the gun from her own coat and silently transferred it to yours before she released her hold on you. You had admit that you missed the touch instantly.

She stood from the cart when the attendant unlocked the door, reaching her hand out to you. You took it was ease, letting her help you onto the metal dismount. There were no words exchanged as you readjusted the weapon as slyly as you could muster, hands shoved into your pockets a moment later.

“I don’t know what to tell you, dude.” You could hear Darcy’s voice from within the crowds. It was easy to spot them, and you swore you saw the ghost of a smile on Natasha’s face. “The kid kicked both of our asses. Split the difference and pay up.”

“Yeah, fine.” Clint fished out his wallet and placed a couple of bills in Darcy’s waiting palm. “The price of carnival food these days is outrageous.”

Kate had presented you with a leather holster that fit snuggly around your chest and abdomen. She’d tightened the straps, your arms halfway raised. It felt a bit like a dressing room at the mall, her breath hot on your cheek as she tugged the center strap to make sure it was secure.

“Natasha likes us to be presentable.” She handed you a dark jacket to throw over the contraption. “Inconspicuous and deadly. But still presentable.”

You followed Kate’s lead. Natasha was to drive to the restaurant, and the two of you were to follow in a separate car. It was important to stay quiet unless you were spoken to directly by Natasha. Kate seemed at ease on the ride over, drumming her fingers against the steering wheel to an incoherent pop song.

The holster pinched you uncomfortably, but you were so deep into your own fear, your own reluctance, to pay much attention. Kate shot you a look, hard in her nature, and then softer when she glanced at you a second time.

“You’re much too tense” she flicked off the radio, delving you into a comfortable silence. “Lower your shoulders and relax. It’ll be an uneventful night.”

“Right,” you let out a shaky breath “uneventful.”

“Look, I can’t imagine how jarring this is for you. I would have shut down by now, changed my name and gone into witness protection if I was thrown into this life the way you are. Without a choice. But, we can make the best of it and do what we can to protect Natasha.”

“It seems like she can handle herself,”

Kate chuckled “Oh, she can. But she doesn’t keep us around just for protection. It’s a big city, she wants people she trusts. She wants a family. And I know it might not seem like it, but her welcoming you into her inner circle… it’s a blessing. Just like we’d go to bat for her, she’d do the same for us.”

You swallowed the dryness in your throat as Natasha pulled her car to the curb in front of a russet brick building. Kate did the same expertly, shutting off the engine. She clapped you on the shoulder, giving you one more encouraging smile. “One night at a time, y/n. Follow my lead.”

Kate opened the door for Natasha, and you had to keep your jaw from dropping on the ground at the sight of her. Her long leg stretched onto the sidewalk, her hand squeezing Kate’s in return as she helped her from the vehicle.

She wore a maroon dress, one that had a slit down the leg that left little to the imagination. The color matched the shirt Kate had given you earlier, everything orchestrated to a tee. The woman looked at you approvingly before she took striding steps towards the front of the building. Out of habit, you held the door open for you, another look sparkling in her dark eyes.

It was a restaurant that you had never set foot in. There was a sour, yet pleasant, scent of vinegar and cabbage masked with that of freshly baked bread and beef. The walls were painted deep green, black and white photos of rolling hills placed above empty tables.

It was clear what table you were to be led to. There was one in the center of the restaurant that was set up with a bottle of wine, and water. A candle burned in the middle, shading the woman who occupied it with shadows that stretched her delicate features. She wasn’t alone.

The woman had cropped blonde hair at the shoulders. Her hazel eyes were calculating, clocking Kate and yourself immediately. Kate pulled Natasha’s chair back, allowing her to sit before she took a step back. You flanked her sides, arms behind your back and stare trained straight ahead like a sentinel.

“Two,” the woman smiled devilishly, hiding it behind a glass of deep red wine. “Are you compensating for something, or someone?”

The woman who stood much like you did behind her boss was not masking her contempt towards you. She was familiar in an irking way that you paid no mind to. It was in passing, you were sure, but it was one of those itches that would worsen until you could scratch it with your whole hand.

“Not at all,” Natasha replied cooly, “I believe there was something you wanted to discuss?”

“Mm, there was. You know the Maroni property on the west side.” She leaned forward, placing her glass down. Her lips were stained in a dark red that matched Natasha’s dress. “I want it.”

“That’s a horrible way to say please.”

“Natasha, we both know it doesn’t serve you in it’s current position.” She put emphasis on the name.

“I fail to see how that matters. Just giving you the property is out of the question. That’s not how this works, but I do admire your gumption.”

“Then how exactly does, this work?” She narrowed her eyes and leaned forward. Both you and Kate tensed. The vaguely-familiar woman behind Carol shifted on her feet in the slightest movement. “You kill one of my men and offer nothing in return?”

Natasha lifted her eyebrows “Exactly. This isn’t a bartering system, and it never has been. If I give you this building, it will change everything and I’m not much in the mood for a power struggle. What do you need it for?”

She seemed to falter “I don’t have to answer that. I’m offering to buy the property from you.”

“It’s not for sale.”

There was finality in her voice that rocked the room into silence. She hadn’t touched her wine, nor her water, and you figured she wouldn’t. Carol glowered at her, clearly not used to having her endeavors squashed with such ferocity.  

Natasha took a steadying breath. “Is that all? It’s late and I’m tired of your graveling.”

She let out a sigh and crossed her legs, drumming her ringed fingers on the cloth-laid table. The flames in the candle seemed to react to her impatience. Kate’s jaw clenched and unclenched as she leveled the woman behind Carol with a fierce stare.

“I suppose. I want you to remember this moment, Natasha. I offered you a deal.” She stood and dramatically sighed once more. “This could have been easy.”

Kate always kept her eyes on Carol, on the woman who followed behind her with her hands shoved into her pockets. The darkness of a previous scar littered her collarbone. She had the same stare that Bucky had, that same determined anger that came with years of meetings with higher stakes than this.

“Oh, and Nat.” She stopped just short of the door, turning to face the three of you.

Kate reached for her weapon, and out of a blind trust, so had you. It was warm from its housed place against your side. In that moment, you knew that anyone else in the room would be a quicker shot than you. Still, your heart was beating quickly in your throat.

“I don’t know where your Winter Soldier is, but this is a sorry excuse for a replacement.” She laughed, a mean sound. “A kid and a burn-out… you should’ve taken the deal.”

She left without another word, leaving you in a chilling silence. For a few long moments, Natasha stared at the table, at her reflection in the syrupy red wine. Her fingers brushed against the glass, frowning.

“I’m twenty-three.” Kate let out in a single breath, eyes drifting from you.

“Don’t look at me,” You whispered back, “I am a burn-out.”

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Celebrations (NSFW) Ft: Jihyo

Authors note: A little something for the birthday girl

You arrive at the restaurant where we agreed to meet. I’m as usual several minutes early as I wait for you to come in. After you get in Max is the next to arrive then Vlad. You and I notice Vlad is being dropped off by a very pretty girl with dark hair. She kisses his cheek before leaving and says, “Text me when you’re done, sweetie.” Vlad smiles at her adorably and nods.

He runs up to you and me and says “Sorry I’m late guys Natty’s practice went on a little longer than usual. You look at me and I look at you.

“Who’s Natty?” You ask

“Oh, a girl I met on Tinder a while back. We have been dating for a while now.” We look at each other again but let the subject go.

“Well you’re not too late because we’re waiting on…oh there he is,” you say as Max comes rushing in. He looks stressed but he’s here.

“Sorry I’m late…” he starts but you hold up your hand dismissing his words

“Look boss it’s fine, but let’s get started because my girlfriend’s birthday is today and I promised her a major portion of my time.” Max Nods

“Wait I thought Sana’s birthday just happened?” Vlad asked. I nodded in agreement.

“Guys I'm dating Sana and Jihyo remember,” you answer I squint at You and shrug.

“ Look I know it sounds wrong but they chose this, and have made it very clear they are only willing to share me.” you defend. I relent and. We talk about the dig we are about to go on It is nothing too important: just locations and objects, artifacts we are looking for. Normal paleontologist stuff. After that, we all go our separate ways. You get a text from Jihyo saying she’s ready to go. You smile and go to your car to pick her up. She hops in the car and instantly grabs your free hand.

“Where to honey it’s all about you tonight?” You ask Jihyo. She looks at you with her big soft brown eyes and ponders the choices.

“That burger place in the hills, but shower first.” She replies authoritatively. You nod and drive her to your apartment so she can shower, then use your sky-warp powers to take you to the burger spot. You paid for lunch and walked with her to a nearby park overlooking all of Whittier and much of Socal.

“This is so nice and quiet.” jihyo says as she eats. A little piece of lettuce drips down her cheek and you wipe it off with a napkin.

“Oh what a gentleman.” jihyo teases

You smile then reply, “Anything for my birthday girl.” jihyo smiles and then looks into the distance.

“I could retire out here,” Jiyho says happily.

“Oh you retire but you royalty why would you give that up,” you tease

“Well I wanna live my life and maybe I wanna start a family with you.” Jihyo teases. “You ever consider that Gally?” she adds looking at you with a teasing grin. You're flustered speechless. Jihyo nestles in, “Okay ten more minutes then we go back okay.” Jihyo says. You nod and stay with her as you watch the sunset. After night fully takes hold you skywarp Jihyo back to your apartment.

“Oh, that's so helpful. Why can't we just do that everywhere?” jihyo whines

“Because it's super tiring for me,” you respond with your hands on your hips setting buckets. Jihyo laughs and then tells you to shower. After you finish you walk back into the living room of your apartment. Jihyo eyes you hungrily but recomposes herself you chuckle as she gets herself ready for her “surprise party” Dahyun is the one who messed up but to her credit, She does double-check to make sure Jihyo isn't there. She just walked in when she specifically mentioned the party. It was a huge laugh but what can you do?

You smile and drive her back to her apartment where Sana is waiting along with the rest of the members of Twice. They bought her a cake and quite a few of her favorite things. Sejeong was also there eager to support her closest friend. Jihyo was overwhelmed with joy and appreciation.

“Ah, you guys. She says the sniffles and almost tears. Dahyun who was the one physically closest to her began to ball her eyes out seeing her crying.

“Unnie I’m so happy to have you in my life. She said as she hugged your girlfriend. You watched happily to see Jihyo getting so much love. After the little mini-party, only you Sana, and Sejeong remained. You had already given Jihyo her the necklace you picked up a while ago with Vlad and as predicted she loved it despite you strategically avoiding the topic of price. You only told her that she was a priceless girl and the cost was irrelevant.

Jihyo sat in your lap while you ran your fingers through her hair. She nestled into your chest relaxed and content. Sejeong watched pouting, “Ugh sky two are too cute.” Sejeong lamented.

“You don't have anyone interested in you unnie?” Jihyo said looking up confused.

“No apparently I'm intimidating,” Sejeong answered you laughed because those are the exact words you heard me say a while back when you asked me the same question. Sejeong unaware you weren't laughing at her left in an annoyed huff. Leaving Jihyo and you. Sana got a “call” and had to leave the apartment for a couple of hours.

As soon as the door closed Jihyo heard the lock click. The switch in her flipped. She looked up at your blue eyes and kissed you. As she did she unbuckled your belt.

“Mommy needs your cock.” she whispered as she got up and led you to her bedroom. She slides her pants down low enough that you get a view of her pussy. You reach a finger out to stroke her but she sees it and smacks your finger away. “Don't make mommy repeat herself.” jihyo says. You nod and take your cock out. You give your cock a few preparation strokes before thrusting into her drenched pussy. You slide in easily but as you pull out her pussy grips you so tight it's almost as if she's trying to tear your dick off. You groan which fuels your girlfriend's arousal, “yes moan for mommy.” she demands as her pussy gets tighter and wetter causing more noises and breaths to escape your lips. Jihyo is elated. Since not having sex for almost two months Jihyo is not long away from her orgasm and you are not far off as well.

“Harder. Smack Mommy’s ass.” Jihyo growls. Jihyo must need it tonight. She is never this demanding of you, but is her birthday and you oblige slapping her ass harder and harder until

“Ahhh I'm cumming.” Jihyo moans as she explodes all over your cock. She begins to squirt a deluge, with such intensity it forces you out. You watch amused as Jihyo rides her orgasm for as long as she can. After she's done she pushes you back onto the chair and starts riding you.

“Now mommy needs your cum.” Jihyo states matter of a fact as she begins to bounce on your cock. Despite her previous orgasm, she's somehow tighter than before.

“Oh god yes.” jihyo says as you begin your slow and deliberate thrusts. In and out you go as her pussy grips you like an oil but ungodly tight vice. Jihyo is obscenely tight tonight. “Fucking bred me,” she says, and due to a lack of time together, you give in at that exact moment. You explode inside Jihyo and she looks back at you stunned. Before laughing.

“It's okay Mommy didn't give you any prep so she's unsurprised you would make a mess.” she looks at her watch and when she realizes the time she says “shit we'll have to continue this later.

[wifeofnatasharomanoff]

Am I the only one craving CEO!Nat having assistant!R in her office bend over her desk while investors or whatever are waiting outside for a meeting w Nat. Nat fckn R senseless so everyone can hear them 🙇🏼‍♀️ ohh or after that the ‘meeting starts’ while R proceeds to sit on Nat’s lap cockwarming her 🫣

Don’t know I’m just a big fan of CEO!Nat

Slow Down

Warnings: dom g!p Nat, milfy!Reader cause why not? smut, degrading, edging, public sex kinda not really?

Words: 796

A/N: i am literally such a fangirl for natsxwife and tashakinks requests they're so bbg for that i love them.

this is basically a one-shot from You Can Be The Boss

hope you like this fic my angels, take care of yourselves i love you guys <3

You step into your wife's company, with her forgotten lunch in one hand, and her coffee in another. You never asked why she kept you as her assistant after the two of you publicly announced your relationship. But months after, you were finally back from maternity leave.

On your way to her office, a few of your coworkers greeted you, ‘Good morning Mrs. Romanoff.’ you were fairly new to the marriage so the thought of being, ‘Mrs. Romanoff’ made your heart flutter.

You opened the door to her office, your slight smile drops when you see her arguing on the phone. “Good morning Miss Romanoff.” you whisper, loud enough for her to hear. The corners of her lips slightly quirked up to a small smile.

Her gaze flickers up to you, “Yeah– yeah, the meetings in an hour. Bye.” she hung up the phone, setting it down on her desk. “Hey baby, when did you get here?” you put her lunch on an empty spot on her desk, “Just a few minutes ago,”

You walk over to her and sit on her lap, “You okay?” you ask, placing a light kiss to her neck. “Better now that you're here detka.” she sighs in relief, placing her hand on your thigh. “Is Alex at home?” you nod, “Melina's with him.”

You relax your body in the comfortable silence, slowly shutting your eyes. Her hand moves further up your thigh, “You made a mistake wearing such a whorish skirt in front of me kotenok.” you blink your eyes open when she brings two fingers to your covered centre.

You suck in a sharp breath as she slides your panties off, tossing them away. “Bend over the desk.” she orders. You get off of her and turn around, bending over the glass table. Your skirt rides up to your waist, exposing your, already dripping slit.

You wince when you feel a stinging pain on your ass, “Shh.. baby I won't hurt you.” you smile, “You just did Tasha.” she grabs a fistful of your hair, forcing you to look up. “Feeling confident are we?” she whispers into your ear.

She presses her crotch to the back of your ass, grinding her bulge against you. “Natasha..” you gasp out, “That's not my name slut.” she sends another smack to your ass. “Daddy! Please.. please.” your whimpers were so loud that they could be heard from outside of the room.

She mutters out a ‘Good girl’ before she unbuckles her belt, and lines her tip to your wet cunt. You let out a shaky breath, clawing at her desk. “Daddy please!” your pleads, all so pathetic to Natasha. “Beg harder.”

“Please.. I need you so bad, please, daddy use me! Ruin me.” she smirks, “Yeah?” you nod hesitantly, regretting the last four words.

She slowly inserts herself inside of you, harshly grabbing onto your hips. High-pitched moans coming from your mouth as she thrusts in and out of you.

She grunts, slamming her cock deeper into you. “Fuck! Oh my god.” you were a moaning mess underneath her, “Daddy's gonna fuck you dumb baby.”

“Mhm..” you slur out, gasping softly as you feel a soft pair of lips sucking on your neck. “Nat– that's gonna make a mark stop.” she smacks your ass again. ‘That's gonna be red by now’ you make a mental note for later, “Good. People would know who owns you then.”

“Ohh– Natasha..” you loudly moan, scratching at her desk as she hits the sensitive spot in your cunt with every thrust. “Natty, please. I'm so close–” the burning desire to let go making you let out embarrassing whimpers.

She roughly tugs onto your hair, “Don't you dare.” she growls out. Knocks on her office door pulls you out of your trance. You widen your eyes in panic, “Natasha. Don't—” she covers your mouth, pulling you back onto her lap on the chair.

She adjusts your skirt, and fixes your messed up hair. Clearing her throat, “Come in.” she says. She pinches your thigh, leaning close to whisper in your ear. “Be a good girl and sit still and silent.” you nod, letting out a quiet squeak.

A couple of people walk into her office, taking a seat at the chairs in front of her desk with awkward looks on their faces.

The entire meeting was quick, but you fought the hardest urge to make a single noise as she was still deep inside you. Or grind shamelessly against Natasha's body.

The sigh of relief you let out as soon as the investors leave the office was unbelievable. Natasha plants a kiss onto your neck, “Good girls deserve a reward moya lyubov.” you crash your lips against hers, finally being able to let your soft moans out.

[cr--books]

Being fucked by the boss

NSFW: Degradation kink, age gap (LEGAL) boss x assistant, possessive, pervynatasha

Money was something Natasha had, being the CEO of a multi billionaire company money was never an issue, what was the issue, What was the issue that was a massive question one that Natasha didnt know

Well she didn't know until she saw her, 22 year old assistant bending over to pick up something she had dropped giving Natasha the perfect view of her black panties

Natasha didn't know why she got so wet but she did and now the only way she can cum is believing there her assistants fingers

"Miss l/n, come here please" natasha called out of her office, smiling when the young girl came into her office

"Yes ma'am what do you need" she smiled the same way she did when she first got the job, natasha stood up and went to the door locking it quickly

"Are you single y/n" she turned around and the young girl nodded, "no boyfriend" the look of disgust on Natasha's assistants face made her smirk and walk towards her, the younger woman walking backwards until her ass hit Natasha's desk, gasping when Natasha's hand gripped her throat and pulled her into a kiss

"You don't know the things you do to me" natasha whispered when she pulled away, kissing down her jaw, "how many nights I've fucked myself thinking, hoping it was you" the younger woman moaned as Natasha marked her neck

"Your slutty little skirts and shirts, god I need you, I've wanted to bend you over for months now and I'm losing all control detka" Natasha's hand went up y/ns skirt, pushing the fabric to the side to push her fingers in

"Oh god" y/n moaned her head throwing back

"I need you baby, I need you to be mine, you'll never have to work again you'll be my little toy my sugar baby my precious wife" natasha kneels ripping her panties off and fucking her with both her fingers and her tongue

"Please natty, I'll be yours I'm so close please" natasha smirked and curled her fingers, loving the feeling of her assistants cum dripping down her chin

"Your mine now baby girl"

[s1r3ns-c4ll]

Hey siren, so just finished your Poppy fic and I loved it so if it's not too much trouble.

Could you do one with Poppy again where her parents order their crew members capture her on sight and deliver her to them.

Summary : she went on a poacher camp alone and ended up.... ya know

And so FEM mc goes and saves her I need some hurt/comfort in my life.

If any of this makes you uncomfortable at any point feel free to delete this req. Although I did read your guidelines for the request I apologize if you said something about this topic and it slipped my mind

Anyway thank you and have a nice day :)

Find Her (Poppy Sweeting x F!Reader)

Hi! Thank you so much for being my first request! And sorry it took a while! I had a bit of writer's block, but I think this turned out pretty good! Hope you like it! Paring: Poppy x F!Reader Warnings: Implied kidnapping, canon-typical violence. Reader went off in this one. Summary: Poppy had been gone for hours at this point, and you were worried. Natty came with news on the topic, and you were going to find her, no matter what. Word count: 1725 words

This was not how this adventure was supposed to go.

I mean, this wasn’t the first time she’s gone out and saved a few beasts from poachers. Poppy was small, yes, but she could handle her own perfectly fine. 

And she was! She unlocked the cages, setting free a group of mooncalves and a young hippogriff. The Hufflepuff watched as the beasts made their escape and watched as they passed the trees into the forest. 

Poppy began to step backwards, getting ready to head back to Hogwarts, but was interrupted by the swirling of colors that surrounded her, revealing a number of poachers. Very dangerous, very powerful poachers.

Oh no..

“Aye, mate… Ain’t it our lucky day?” She could hear the grin on the poacher’s face, hell, she could see the smile behind their masks. Poppy readied her wand and shoved down any anxiety she felt. She could unpack all of that later.

“It really is! An’ here we thought it couldn’t get any better. The bosses are gonna love this..”

“Time to bring their daughter home.”

Poppy faltered.

Oh.. Oh no.

~~~

You were worried.

And angry, and anxious, and so much more. 

It made you feel bad for the possible worry you’ve put your girlfriend through. Because here you are now, playing the role of ‘worried girlfriend’ and you’re about a half a second away from getting on to Highwing and soaring through the skies to find her (and you still might do that either way.)

You found yourself pacing through the Transfiguration courtyard. Imelda and Sebastian stood across from you while Ominis sat by the fountain. Each of them attempted.. In their own ways, to console you.

“I’m sure she’s alright.”

“Imelda, it’s been hours!” You threw your hands up before you ran them through your hair, mussing

“Sweeting’s capable. Even if she’s got herself into a poor situation, she'll be strong enough to survive until we get there, and you save her like her knight in shining armor.” She shrugged. Imelda’s nonchalance both calmed you, but also exasperated you to no end.

Sebastian raised a brow at Imelda. “You sing fairly high praises there, Melly, I thought you didn’t like her.”

“I don’t. I just know when people are impressive. And don’t call me Melly, you oaf!”

“Right..” You managed a chuckle hearing the banter, and the two slytherin smirked triumphantly. The moment didn’t last, though. The relief left just as soon as it came as you watched Natty run over to you and the others, a look of concern on her face.

“My friends! I have news!” The Ugandan looked to you, and that anxiety you had felt before rose considerably

“I hid behind the cover of the trees, and heard a group of poachers talking about a girl they had taken to their base, east of Hogwarts.. They mentioned their leaders being happy with the- Wait-!”

You didn’t need to hear the rest of her sentence, not wanting to waste time that could be used to get to Poppy. Wordlessly, You pulled out the Nab-sack Deek gave you and released Highwing in the middle of the courtyard. You got on her back with practised ease, and she flew up into the skies under your command, guiding her east to where Natty mentioned, ignoring the protests of your companions. You needed to save your girlfriend, after all.

~~~

“That idiot! She left us in the dust!”

“I’m as annoyed as you are, Imelda, but you best follow her while she’s still within sight.” Ominis stood up and turned his head to where he assumed the other three were, who were still slightly shocked at the speed you had taken off.

“Did you three not hear me? Get your brooms and go!”

Natty was the first to shake out of their surprise, and ran to follow Ominis’ words. Imelda followed closely, but not without having to run back and grab Sebastian by the cloak as well.

“I’m surrounded by idiots, I swear..”

~~~

Poppy was scared.

She hated to admit it, but she was. Her parents stood a few feet away from her. They bickered quietly. About what, she wasn’t sure. Her main focus at that moment was to keep her panic down. You were coming to get her. She knew you were. You were her strong, brave, and immensely wonderful girlfriend. You’ll find her.

Her nerves calmed at the thought of you. That’s right. It’s you. You saved hogsmeade from a troll. You saved Highwing along with Natty from Falbarton Castle.

It’ll be okay..

Crashes and hurried screams made her jump from her thoughts. Yells of protest, magic flying through the air filled the background noise. Her parents started grabbing multiple things and stuffed them into bags as she looked around hastily- until she could faintly make out a voice.

“Where is she!?”

Poppy smiled. 

You found her.

~~~

Explosions, crashing, screaming.. Chaos filled your ears as you and your friends burst into the base, caution thrown into the wind in lieu of your rage. You casted confringo on an unsuspecting poacher, and magically threw an explosive barrel at two others. They were going to pay for taking your girlfriend, and you could care less about the carnage you were going to cause. 

Or at least- the carnage you wanted to cause. Sebastian pulled you back by the shoulder, and you looked at him with a scowl.

“What the hell, Sallow-”

“Let us take care of these poachers, you go find Poppy!”

“But-”

“Go!” Imelda shoved you to the side, and shot a magical blast at an animagus that was aiming at you.

You stumbled, looking at the other three before nodding to them and running off.

You had to find her.

~~~

“Poppy-!? Poppy!!” You ran frantically through the poacher base, the distant sounds of fighting between your friends and the poachers long forgotten in preference of searching for your girlfriend. 

Where is she..? Come on.. Have to find her, have to find her have to-

“Let me go!” There we go.

You ran, practically launching yourself in the direction of the familiar voice. You slammed the door open and the sight left you seething. Your girlfriend, your Poppy was bound by the wrists, trying to pull away from two poachers attempting to pull her through a back exit. One tall in stature, and just a few inches taller than Poppy herself.

Oh hell no.

The poachers didn’t quite register that you were there, by the doorway, and you took your chance. Completely foregoing magic use, you strode right up to them and swung. Your fist collided with the mask of the taller one, knocking it off his face and sending his head back. You didn’t spare a second to take a look at his face, and brought your hands together to slam them down, taking the poacher to the ground. He laid on the floor, and not wanting to take the chance (and also wanting to take out your frustrations) you kicked him, sending him into dreamland. 

With your focus on the man, the shorter one cast depulso on you, and your shoulder crashed into the wall. You inhaled through your teeth, pain shot through your shoulder for a second, and you could faintly hear the worried cry of your name from Poppy. You recovered quickly, though, looking more pissed than hurt. You took out your wand and used your ancient magic, slamming the other poacher into the ground multiple times. Overkill? Maybe, but you were mad and you could worry about it later.

Now that you had the chance to look at the poachers you took down, you began to notice little details.. The same shade of brown hair, the softer face shapes..

So they were the parents she talked about.

You take a moment to calm your breath, shaking the thoughts from your mind, chest heaving from how much force you put into those hits and the anger that was bubbling inside of you. Once your breath steadied, you immediately turned your attention to Poppy, and hurried to untie her bindings.

Maybe it was the relief of you finally being there in front of you, or the fear that she had been pushing down, or maybe a bit of both and more, but words just started falling from her lips, frantic apologies and explanations.

“I’m so sorry, everything was going fine- I- I just- released a few beasts from a small camp. That was all it was supposed to be- I never thought they’d- Never thought I’d see them again- that they’d try to do something like this-” Her vision started getting slightly blurry, and you tossed her bindings to the side.

“Shh.. Shh, it’s alright love, don’t apologise.. You have no reason to be sorry.. I’m just glad you’re alright and that I’m here with you now.” You pull the shorter girl closer, letting her fall into you. You cradled the back of her head with one hand, the other rubbing circles on her back as tears began to stain your uniform. You pressed a kiss to the top of her head, and continued to whisper quiet reassurances into her hair.

You both stay like that for a while, long enough for the battling happening outside of the room to quiet down, until the fight your companions were having had finished.

“Let me carry you. It sounds like the others finished the last of the poachers at this base, and Highwing is worried about you.” You adjusted, moving your arm behind Poppy’s knees and lifted her up. Usually, she’d protest, embarrassed at the attention, but she only curled into you more. You felt he arms tighten slightly around your shoulders

“Thank you…”

“Why are you thanking me? I’d come for you no matter the distance, you know that..”

“And before meeting you, the only one who’d go to those lengths was Highwing herself. But now? Now there’s you.. Your friends-”

“Our friends.”

You heard a small chuckle. There she is.

“Our friends. Either way.. I have more people in my corner, and in no small thanks to you.”

“Then you’re welcome, love..” You pressed one last kiss into her head and began walking out of the room and down into the main area of the base, where Highwing and the other three stood, waiting for you.

[gemwing1988]

The Cuphead Show: Dreamstones Edition Sneak Preview 5

A/N: Here, we have yet another take of everyone’s favourite sneak preview of Season 1 concerning Old Scratch and his “Number One” during a phone call. Keep in mind, akluthor1998, Nataliepthatsme and I are playing around with certain scenes, elements and how Roll the Dice will pan out, so this preview is just a working progress and it might be different in the fanfic proper. All the same, please enjoy.

The Devil, King Dice, Cuphead and Henchman all belong to Studio MDHR while Lexie, Natty and myself own ourselves.

In the Underworld, the Devil is relaxing in a bathtub which is full of lots of bubbles and has cucumber slices over his eyes. He was smiling blissfully while enjoying his bubble bath when Henchman lumbers in, holding up a telephone.

“Duh, hey, Boss, phone call.” Henchman piped up, making the Devil frown in reply.

“Ugh. This better be important.” The Devil muttered, a bit annoyed as he took the phone and answered.

On the other line, King Dice confidently claimed, “It’s your number one calling!”

“Who?” The Devil questioned, not very interested.

From Dice’s side of the line, Lexie, whose hands are tied behind her back as she was forced to sit/lay on the couch in the break room, couldn’t help but snicker behind her gag when she overheard the response while Dice’s pride deflated a bit as he looked a little dejected.

“King Dice, your number one.” Dice reminded in a small voice. “You know, the host of the game show you let me make?”

“Oh, Dice!” The Devil exclaimed, before he went back to being annoyed. “You know I’m very busy. What do you want?”

Dice regained his confidence as he gloatingly replied, “I just captured some people you might interested in: a beautiful brunette human from another world with a sweet looking blonde and a certain… cup?”

On Dice’s side of the line, Lexie angrily muffled shouts behind her gag. Apparently, she was miffed about Dice’s gloating about her capture as well as his indirect flirting. Of course, she was mostly demanding him to leave Katie and Cuphead alone.

The Devil sat up in the tub in shock as the cucumber slices comically fell off his eyes to fully reveal his surprised face.

“You actually have them?!” The Devil exclaimed.

“Yessir. In fact, I have the cute blonde here with me.” Dice replied before he removed Lexie’s gag and tipped the phone over to her. “Come on, doll, say hi to the boss.”

“Oh, you two are so DEAD!” Lexie snarled before Dice slapped the gag back on her and pulled the phone back.

“Heh heh, she’s here.” Dice chortled sheepishly.

Rolling his eyes in annoyance, the Devil grumbled, “It’s painfully obvious. Now… what of my bride and that cup?”

Just then, Henchman pipes up from outside the bathroom “Head!”

This caught the Devil by surprise before he rolled his eyes again and dryly replied, “Thank you, Henchman.”

“Oh, your bride is here. She’s a little shy to go on stage. The little lady obviously has a case of real bad stage fright. You know how it is, but I have a way to get her on there. Some other girl with raven hair and wearing a pink shirt and a starry headband is in her place but I can work with that.” Dice explained. “So, sit back and relax and I’ll deliver that cup’s soul and your blushing bride directly to ya.”

This made the Devil smile wide before he answered in a sing-song tone, “This is why you’re my number one.”

Meanwhile, Lexie was struggling against her bounds, making Dice look over at her curiously before he got an idea.

“Although word on street is that cute blonde owes you her pretty little soul as well.” Dice stated.

“Yes, she played Soul Ball and lost.” The Devil answered.

“I DID NOT LOSE THE GAME!!” Lexie angrily muffled in protest.

“Oof, such a shame.” Dice cringed. “Look, I’ll stop beating around the bush and get to the point; when I deliver your bride and the cup’s soul, how about I take sweet Lexie off your hands?”

This shocks and horrifies Lexie big time, realising what he could mean.

“So, I get my bride and the cup’s soul, and you want keep the annoying blonde?” The Devil inquired while looking on in thought. “I suppose that’s reasonable.”

“I mean, if it makes you feel better, you could say that while she doesn’t owe you her soul because she lost.” Dice stated. “She can be with me and, yeah, I know she’s got some boyfriend or whatever but he’s obviously no match for me.”

That claim greatly angered Lexie as she muffled out shouts at Dice.

“Hmm… alright, fine.” The Devil spoke. “But provided that my bride and that cup’s soul are to be delivered to me in one piece. ESPECIALLY my sweet Katie. She is to be brought to me alive with ZERO harm. Is that clear?”

“Crystal clear, Mr. S.” Dice spoke in reassurance. “No harm will come to your bride whatsoever.”

“Good. Oh, and number one?”

“Yes?” Dice asked in casually pleased tone.

Suddenly, the Devil scowls as he spoke in a threatening voice, “I HATE disappointment.”

This shocks Dice, making him extremely nervous before the Devil hangs up. With a smile, the Devil puts the phone away and leans back into the bathtub to relax as he gave out a huge sigh while putting his hands behind his head like a pillow.

“Katie, my sweet, you’ll be all mine soon…”

[labyrinthiathecraftedworld]

Labyrinthia

Natalie “Natti” Hutchinson and her family have just moved to the suburban town of Edgarville in Massachusetts. On Natti’s first day at her new school, she meets her new classmates Perla Klein, Chase Riggs, Triston Ballard and Quinn Miranda. Quinn has discovered a discarded USB adapter containing an immersive virtual reality game, Labyrinthia: The Crafted World, while cleaning up the school’s basement as detention; she invites the others to play after school. At Natti’s house, the children, upon starting the game, find themselves in a realm made of cardboard, craft paper and toys as their customized ragdoll-like avatars, with five marks on their arms denoting their lives in the game world. After being greeted by the mask-like Mazey, they meet another doll named William, who shows them the living origami creatures that live within Labyrinthia.

Afterwards, when the children decide to quit the game for the day, they find that they are seemingly unable to remove their VR headsets. Upon seeing Natti’s empty living room in a mirror, they realize that they have been physically trapped inside Labyrinthia. Consulting Mazey, the children learn that, in order to leave, they must journey to the “Heart”, located at the center of the game world, and “unlock” it. With William accompanying them, they set out on their journey, coping with their avatars, their "weaknesses" and their own group dynamics along the way.

They first encounter a toy Minotaur who chases them until they cross a rope bridge; Chase cuts it to prevent the Minotaur from following. In a forest of paper trees, they next contend with Arachni, a doll/spider hybrid creature who presents them with a riddle which they must solve in order to pass, to which William gives the correct answer. As the group descends into some catacombs, it is revealed that William is also a child from the real world, having become trapped in Labyrinthia after receiving the game in cartridge form for his birthday from an unknown sender. William thinks he has only been stuck in the game for a couple weeks; everyone, including William, is shocked to learn that he’s been there for 24 years. With a common goal, the children vow to help William return home with them.

They emerge from the catacombs to find a strange puppet attempting to present itself as another player while continuously asking for high fives. The children immediately realize it is a trap and Chase, Perla and Triston keep it distracted while Natti, Quinn and William go off to find the Heart. They enter a gateway leading to the center of Labyrinthia, which causes the game world to react. Chase, Perla and Triston attempt to catch the “mimic” which suddenly produces a giant demonic hand and tries unsuccessfully to grab them.

The children reunite and reach the Heart, a jigsaw puzzle which they must first complete, as the “final boss”, a monstrous toy monkey, appears. William distracts the monster by leading it away as the others complete the Heart’s Puzzle, then race to find the right slot to insert it into. Just as William is about to be killed, Natti runs back to save him, sacrificing her penultimate life. The group place the Heart into its slot before inserting a key into it, destroying the monster and opening the doorway home.

Mazey reveals that she was once a human witch, Massiel Hoffman, who was wrongfully accused of cheating at a chess game against the King of the Magic World, and punished by being trapped in another dimension in her current form. In order to escape and prove her innocence, she transformed the portal to Labyrinthia into a game cartridge and sent it to William; when he couldn’t find the Heart, she was on the verge of losing hope until she spotted Quinn serving detention years later, turning the cartridge into a USB adapter to get the girl’s attention. In her human form, Massiel thanks the children before departing to the Magic World.

Back in the real world, the group find William is not with them, but leaving school the next day, they find a formerly dilapidated house restored and lively from its previous haunted state. They meet William, now an adult, who explains that he miraculously returned to his own time in 1999, allowing him to live his life and start a family.

The five children form a friendship after their experiences in Labyrinthia, having bonded and become better people. Together, they destroy the game to prevent it from endangering anyone else.

[thenewnio]

Labyrinthia

Natalie "Natti" Hutchinson and her family have just moved to the suburban town of Edgarville in Massachusetts. On Natti's first day at her new school, she meets her new classmates Perla Klein, Chase Riggs, Triston Ballard and Quinn Miranda. Quinn has discovered a discarded USB adapter containing an immersive virtual reality game, Labyrinthia: The Crafted World, while cleaning up the school's basement as detention; she invites the others to play after school. At Natti's house, the children, upon starting the game, find themselves in a realm made of cardboard, craft paper and toys as their customized ragdoll-like avatars, with five marks on their arms denoting their lives in the game world. After being greeted by the mask-like Mazey, they meet another doll named William, who shows them the living origami creatures that live within Labyrinthia.

Afterwards, when the children decide to quit the game for the day, they find that they are seemingly unable to remove their VR headsets. Upon seeing Natti's empty living room in a mirror, they realize that they have been physically trapped inside Labyrinthia. Consulting Mazey, the children learn that, in order to leave, they must journey to the "Heart", located at the center of the game world, and "unlock" it. With William accompanying them, they set out on their journey, coping with their avatars, their "weaknesses" and their own group dynamics along the way.

They first encounter a toy Minotaur who chases them until they cross a rope bridge; Chase cuts it to prevent the Minotaur from following. In a forest of paper trees, they next contend with Arachni, a doll/spider hybrid creature who presents them with a riddle which they must solve in order to pass, to which William gives the correct answer. As the group descends into some catacombs, it is revealed that William is also a child from the real world, having become trapped in Labyrinthia after receiving the game in cartridge form for his birthday from an unknown sender. William thinks he has only been stuck in the game for a couple weeks; everyone, including William, is shocked to learn that he's been there for 24 years. With a common goal, the children vow to help William return home with them.

They emerge from the catacombs to find a strange puppet attempting to present itself as another player while continuously asking for high fives. The children immediately realize it is a trap and Chase, Perla and Triston keep it distracted while Natti, Quinn and William go off to find the Heart. They enter a gateway leading to the center of Labyrinthia, which causes the game world to react. Chase, Perla and Triston attempt to catch the "mimic" which suddenly produces a giant demonic hand and tries unsuccessfully to grab them.

The children reunite and reach the Heart, a jigsaw puzzle which they must first complete, as the "final boss", a monstrous toy monkey, appears. William distracts the monster by leading it away as the others complete the Heart's Puzzle, then race to find the right slot to insert it into. Just as William is about to be killed, Natti runs back to save him, sacrificing her penultimate life. The group place the Heart into its slot before inserting a key into it, destroying the monster and opening the doorway home.

Mazey reveals that she was once a human witch, Massiel Hoffman, who was wrongfully accused of cheating at a chess game against the King of the Magic World, and punished by being trapped in another dimension in her current form. In order to escape and prove her innocence, she transformed the portal to Labyrinthia into a game cartridge and sent it to William; when he couldn't find the Heart, she was on the verge of losing hope until she spotted Quinn serving detention years later, turning the cartridge into a USB adapter to get the girl's attention. In her human form, Massiel thanks the children before departing to the Magic World.

Back in the real world, the group find William is not with them, but leaving school later that day, they find a formerly dilapidated house restored and lively from its previous haunted state. They meet William, now an adult, who explains that he miraculously returned to his own time in 1999, allowing him to live his life and start a family.

The five children form a friendship after their experiences in Labyrinthia, having bonded and become better people. Together, they destroy the game to prevent it from endangering anyone else.

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Everything Has Changed

AU, MobWives! Wandanat x Reader, MobWives! KateYelena x Reader (Platonic), SecretRivalMob! Carol x Reader (brief)

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Chapter 5 | Masterlist | Chapter 6.1 (Smut)

Nat's POV

It's been a long six months since the Danvers-Rumlow fiasco and life's certainly fallen into place. Y/N had spent a week in the hospital unit at the office, with at least one of us always there to look over her.

About two months after Y/N was released from her hospital bed, Wanda and I had finally closed on our house. Y/N had been initially saddened by the news, but her demeanor changed the moment we informed her she was obviously coming with. She had decided to allow her employee Lily and her three kids to move into her loft apartment, instead of just selling it—she's simply the sweetest.

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"Detka!! Are you all packed up?" I shout up the stairs, being answered as Y/N comes barreling down with her duffle bag on her shoulder, and her suitcase in her hand.

"This is the last of it! I'm ready to go." She beams, with a smile that rivals the Mona Lisa plastered across her face.

I match her expression, then lean forward to kiss her gently, no longer able to keep my lips off of her.

"Let's go slowpokes! Our future house awaits us!!!" Wanda shouts from the U-Haul.

Y/N pulls away from the kiss, then gently pecks my cheek before running passed me in a fit of giggles.

"Let's go Wands!!!" She shouts, as she takes her place in the middle.

"Not without me!" I whine, as I swiftly take my seat beside her.

"Wouldn't dream of that." Y/N genuinely replies, as she takes my hand in hers, and places her other on Wanda's thigh

"I would..." Wanda playfully grumbles, as Y/N breaks out into a fit of giggles.

"God, I love you both so much." She blurts out, leaning over to kiss Wanda’s cheek, then lifting my hand up to kiss my knuckles.

“We love you too, dorogoy” Wanda happily sighs.

“So very much.” I add, while squeezing her hand.

— — —

Having our happy girl back had truly set all of our lives back on track.

Business had been booming, now that Rumlow's empire—if you could call it that—had come crumbling down.

The four of us had decided to spend less time in the office, only going in when absolutely necessary. Entrusting the easier business dealings to Stark, and Banner, while leaving Barnes and Rogers to handle the streets.

Yelena and Kate had seemed happier than normal, and I think it was due to Y/N moving in with us. She was much safer, between us leaving one of our men around when we’re away, and with the Stark security in place.

They were also seemingly thrilled when she convinced us to adopt a cat. She said she wanted a companion for when we're away, and who were we to say no... They'd bring Fanny, and Lucky over for play dates all the time. It was always amusing, as our petite black cat always remained in control of the big dogs. Liho is a mini mob boss in the making at this point if you ask me, as she consistently puts them in their place, and takes no shit.

After everything went down, Y/N had decided to step back from the coffee shop, choosing to instead hire a few managers to handle the business for her. She'd taken up quite a few hobbies in her spare time, some more beneficial than others—that's for sure...

— — —

"Y/N/N !!!" I heard Wanda shout from our bedroom.

It was eerily silent, so I realized Y/N was clearly in hiding... Wanda loves Y/N, but she has a low tolerance for bullshit, even when it comes from our baby.

I was in the kitchen, thoroughly amused at the situation, and making lunch for the three of us. As I entered our walk in pantry to collect my ingredients, I heard someone's breath hitch; had I not been accustomed to her sounds, I would've drop kicked her.

She swiftly stood, and pushed me against the wall, then placed her hand over my mouth. Shocking me with her bold movements, but the fear in her eyes told me she was in deep shit.

"Natty, please don't say that you saw me..." She pleads, with her best puppy dog eyes, and her signature pout.

I usually can't say no to her when she’s like this, but when it's between facing Wanda's wrath, or denying Y/N's adorable pout, it's safest to go with the latter.

I look down on her with a sympathetic stare, as she groans in realization, that her doomed fate is sealed. She drops her arms, and nestles her face against my chest as she slightly screams, and I wrap my arms around her.

"Detka, what did you even do? She sounds furious..." I reply, slightly cringing at the thought of being on the receiving end of Wanda’s anger

"Well, as you know I've been painting as of late... So, while working on my latest masterpiece earlier I'd started getting hungry. I left my paint and canvas for not even five minutes...” She replies, gulping as the memory washes over her.

“..Well Liho decided he’d like to be an artist just like his mama, so while I was making my sandwich he had stepped into the paint tins..”

I suddenly see where this is going…

“He quickly decided he hated the feeling of paint, and began to zoom through the house, running all over the carpet and across Wanda’s favorite set of silk sheets..” She replies, whimpering as she does.

“Oh lyubov’…” I coo, as I kiss her forehead, and she nestles in further for comfort.

“What would you like engraved on your tombstone?” I question, laughing boisterously as she slaps my chest.

“You’re the actual worst…” She whines, then makes her way out of the pantry to face Wanda..

Wanda had scolded her for about an hour, then proceeded to give her the silent treatment. Y/N hates when she isn’t in Wanda’s good graces, so I watched as she sulked around the house all day.

She had voluntarily slept on the couch that night, taking Liho with her, the little paint bandits they were.

I had laid down next to Wanda, and heard her slightly whimpering.

“Moya lyubov’, what’s wrong?”

“I think I was too hard on her, it was only an accident and now she’s on the couch. I didn’t want her on the couch… I can’t sleep not hearing her breathing beside me.” She cries out, and buries her face in the crook of my neck while she starts sobbing.

I take matters into my own hands, scooping her up, and carrying her downstairs, while dragging the comforter along.

I walked in to see Y/N sprawled out on the massive couch, which was more like another queen sized mattress. She looked absolutely adorable, with her shirt slightly scrunched up, and the little devil curled up on top of her exposed abdomen.

I immediately placed Wanda to the left of Y/N, and she started to stir awake. Lazily peeking out at us, with a dopey smile on her face.

“Hey…” She rasps out, while wrapping her arm around Wanda.

I smile at her, then take my spot to the right of her.

“I thought I was in trouble..” She tiredly mumbles, but pulls us into her nonetheless.

“Not anymore…” Wanda immediately replies.

“Plus, denying us your presence in bed is a punishment to us.” Wanda whimpers, as she attempts to completely merge her body with Y/N’s.

“I’m sorry, I won’t do it again, I just thought you wanted space.” She sighs.

“We never want to go to bed mad at each other, so we’d never banish you to the couch.” I put in my two cents, and heard hums in agreement.

“Liho, did you hear, we’re not in trouble anymore.” She whispers, as she reaches down to scratch behind his ears, and he moves up to her chest.

“He’s still in trouble.” Wanda grumbles, and I lightly laugh at this domesticated dispute, feeling overjoyed to be experiencing such a trivial affair with my greatest loves.

— — —

Wanda and I are currently at the office, handling some important affairs with the mayor, and to our surprise Y/N’s made her way into the office.

She slammed her fist into the meeting room doors, in her special sequence.

Wanda looked at me with a puzzled expression, silently telling me to handle it. I open the door to see her dressed formally, with a tray full of goodies and coffees.

“Lyubov’, why are you here?” I question the woman, not displeased to see her, but also not having the time either.

“Hello Natasha, I was bringing by your order, I hope I didn’t catch you hard working women at the wrong time.” She casually gets out, as she gently moves passed me and I now realize she’s trying to help us butter up the mayor, completely unnecessary, but still much appreciated.

When the Catholic preaching, family oriented mayor, is currently cheating on his wife with the priest, your mob business tends to slide by without a hitch.

“Oh, hello Y/N, it’s always a pleasure to see you.” The mayor greets her, with a genuine smile, probably appreciating the break in business her interruption brings.

“Oh, hey Jerry, how’s Mary and the kids? I had heard through the grapevine you’d be here, so I brought all your regulars. Here’s your Americano, for Wanda I have your vanilla-cinnamon latte, and for Natasha here’s your black coffee with an extra shot. I know how tedious these meetings can get, and I also shamelessly brought some pastries for everyone to try. We’re trying out some new recipes, here are some comment cards, I look forward to the feedback.” She beams, as she hands everyone a card.

“Well thank you darling, I appreciate it, and the families doing well, thank you for asking. How about you? Finally settle down with a nice guy?”

“Oh no, I’m a free bird.” She replies, subtly winking our way.

“Well, my son’s a catch, I could set you up on a date.” He suggests.

“Jerry, you know I don’t swing that way.” She shuts him down, I assume for the millionth time.

“What a shame, a pretty girl such as yourself would do well to settle down and start a family.”

I watch as she visibly cringes, and as Wanda’s gaze turns almost deadly.

“I could do that with a woman.” She passive aggressively quips back.

“Well, thanks for bringing all of these goodies by, detka.” I reply, interrupting the inevitable fight if I don’t, and emphasizing the pet name, as she smirks my way.

“Yeah, we appreciate it greatly, we’ll make sure to show you just how much we do when we get home.” Wanda adds, staring the mayor down, as she pulls Y/N in for a sweet kiss.

I watch as Y/N’s thrown off by the gesture, but swiftly melts into the kiss. Then I smoothly spin her out of Wanda’s embrace and into mine, kissing her until she’s dizzy then escorting her to the door. Chuckling as I see her skip off towards Yelena’s office.

Wanda’s POV

As soon as Y/N leaves, we drop the news on the mayor that we know all of his ‘dirty’ secrets. Her visit was honestly a perfect means to jump into the matter at hands. Business moves forward quickly, as we now have the city’s ‘full support.’

Once everything is settled, I set off in search of our little troublemaker, with our pastry score cards in hand.

“No, Y/N/N, you can not play with my taser…” I hear Yelena exasperatedly reply, as I stand in the doorway to Yel’s office.

“That’s unfortunate, I just wanted to see what it would do to your cactus…” She sighs, as she throws her head back dramatically, unintentionally locking eyes with me.

“Wands!!!”

“Hey there detka, what are you actually doing here?” I ask her, while pecking her lips.

“Well, Bucky had an urgent need to come to the office so I had him leave me at the shop, assuring him I’d come straight here after.”

“Remind me to talk to him…” I grumble.

“Absolutely not Wands, it’s been six months, have a little faith in me.” She laughs out

“It’s not you we don’t trust lyubov’.”

“So, did the hidden fruit cake like my new fruit tart?” She cheekily questions, deflecting, as she’s reaching out for the comment cards.

“Detka, you can’t just say that.” I laugh out.

“Well, as a fruit cake myself, I’m pretty certain I can…” She mumbles, while sorting through the cards.

“The delivery girl was hot, when can I try her?” She reads out loud, cheekily smirking as Yelena dramatically huffs.

“No, no, no… Time for you to go, out!” She whisper shouts, while shoving us out of her office.

We walk out in fits of giggles, as Natasha rounds the corner and approaches us.

“What’s so funny?”

“Yelena wasn’t exactly a fan of your comments…” Y/N states, as she slowly runs her hand up Natasha’s arm.

“How about you, were you a fan?” She asks her, while slightly trapping her against Yelena’s office window.

“I’m actually free right now, wouldn’t exactly be opposed.” She innocently replies, while tracing her thumb across Natasha’s lip, making my brain slightly dizzy, as I watch Natasha slam her lips into hers.

As the kiss got heated, we were interrupted by a shriek, followed by a loud thump, that shook the glass behind Y/N.

“Please do not have sex in broad daylight, against the window of my office…” Yelena shouts, alerting Kate to our presence.

“Who’s having sex on my wife’s window?”

…

“Oh, Y/N/N!!! I missed you.” Kate gasps, disregarding her previous question in favor if yanking Y/N into a hug.

“I missed you too, Katie…” Y/N giggles, as she returns the hug.

Natasha clears her throat, and takes Y/N back from Kate.

“Well, we’re headed home now, Bucky’s entangled elsewhere, so Y/N’s with us for the rest of the day.” Natasha states, in an attempt to excuse ourselves swiftly.

“Plus, we handled the mayor already, so we would’ve been headed home anyways…” I quickly add on, wanting nothing more than to get out of here and finish what they started.

“Be safe! Use protection!!” Kate cheekily shouts after us, as we all practically run towards the exit.

— — SMUT— —

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Wanda’s POV

I’m currently laying against a jet in our hot tub, allowing it to soothe my sore muscles, while admiring my wife who’s currently holding Y/N’s sleeping form against her body.

“We got really lucky with this one…” Natasha sighs, as she traces along the lines of Y/N’s face.

“Yeah, I still can’t believe we almost lost her..”

“In more ways than one…” Natasha solemnly responds, as she pulls Y/N that much closer.

“Never again.” I confidently state, as I lean over to place a gentle kiss to her parted lips.

“Never again.” Natasha confirms, as she lifts my chin, and pulls me in for a loving kiss.

I settle back down into Natasha’s side, melting into her, and throwing an arm around the both of them. Simply enjoying the peaceful energy that’s formed around us…

Everything’s changed for the better, and I couldn’t be happier.

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@inluvwithfictionalwomen @wandanatvoid

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[imaginedreamwrite]

Oh, host a Halloween themed brunch?

Perhaps Omega reader gets invited to a brunch with Thor, Steve, Bucky and Logan as they try to court her, and brunch is the earliest meal they can do because some people like sleeping in?

~😺

The brown shake of the mini-skater skirt you’ve paired with thick fleece leggings for the surprising dip of temperature, completed the look you had been assigned. It was your boss’ grand idea to host a Halloween brunch for anyone interested, and the waitresses had to dress up in animal themed costumes.

Anna, the ever loving beauty queen who never could escape the small town or its drama, begged and pleaded until she could be a cat.

Natty, the cheerleader turned mom of two, had been awarded a puppy. Jess was a fox, Amber was an owl…

You were a white tail doe complete with the detailed ears attached to a headband and a fluffy hire tail that pinned to your skirt. You had wondered if it was some kind of ploy, to make you a deer while the other girls were rather cute and fiery creatures.

You weren’t their size, you didn’t have their vast confidence. Not anymore at least.

“You look cute.” Amber praised you with a genuine smile and a gentle boop on your painted nose and white-freckled cheeks to represent the young fauns.

“A deer?” You speculated, touching the sides of your skirt. “You’re a fox.”

“Hierarchy,” Amber rolled her eyes and scoffed, “or whatever they want to call it. Don’t let them get to you, you look great.”

You sighed, studying yourself in the mirror once more before you finally turned. Your notebook was tucked in the pocket of your apron and your favourite pen was nestled against the waist ties. You were, for all accounts and purposes, ready.

You were ready for work, ready for the Halloween themed brunch that you didn’t want to partake in but had to anyway.

You were steps away from the door leading to the front of the diner, when you were stopped. You had been stopped by the thrush of scents that combined and coiled into a solid unit that comprised of four different alphas. You peeked out into the dining room spying them sitting together at a table, three of them speaking and one silently staring.

Logan or Wolverine, the mutant that Natty and Anna had complained about vivaciously was silent. He had been rather tight lipped, looking less than pleased but overall complacent.

Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes and Thor Odinson were all conversing together. You watched them converse, you watch them sit and wait to be served by a waitress.

“You’re up, doey.” Amber grinned and stepped out, immediately moving to her section to greet her guests.

“Why are they still here?” You asked yourself, physically working yourself up to leave the safety of the back and when you had finally departed, their eyes had come upon you.

You approached the table and reached for your notepad, unable to look at the powerful alphas who were each more intimidating than the last. Their scents were powerful but not overwhelming, their presences firm but not entirely unwelcome.

“A forest animal? Let me guess.” Thor’s deep voice startled you, and you’d nearly jumped out of your skin.

“You scared her, Thor.” Steve Rogers looked between you two, his eyebrows furrowed.

“A doe! That’s what you midgardians call the creatures.” Thor slammed his hand on the table, celebrating his minute victory.

“Did you…want something…?” You glanced toward Wolverine, your hands nearly trembling under the weight of gaze.

“Menus, doll.” Bucky spoke quietly but loud enough to be picked up on, and acknowledged by you.

“Of course, I’ll be back.” You stepped away from the table and had taken one step toward the kitchen when you turned and stopped dead in your tracks.

“Jack…” you spoke his name with fear. “What are you doing here?”

Fear of what him being here would mean, and fear of the intense spike of scents that came from the alphas you’d just talked to.

“You got a minute, its important.” He stood rigid, composed, and you were counting your lucky stars that Amber was able to cover you.

You stepped away and followed him outside, knowing all too well that they were watching you.

[starlitangels]

Puppy’s First Summer Solstice

For the Anon who said, “Shaw siblings on Natty’s first summer solstice,” you’re right and you should say it XD Yes that title is a play on those cheesy “Baby’s First Christmas” things 2.4k words Potential CW: single mention of vomit/throwing up

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Natalie looked so much like Davey with her grumpy face on that it was hard not to laugh as she plopped down next to me on the loveseat in the living room. “Why did no one warn me that the summer solstice suuucks?” she complained. Her hair was a mess and she looked miserable.

Gabriel snorted from where he was half-sprawled on the sofa. “I did. Last year. I’d been a wolf for barely a month when I got snotbobbled by it.”

“I wasn’t listening back then,” Natalie retorted. I smiled, amused, and handed her the glass of water I’d set on the coffee table for her. She took it and sipped carefully. Her hands were a little shaky. “You needed to warn me after my powers manifested so it would actually apply to me so I’d listen.” Gabriel rolled his eyes and threw an arm over them to block out the light.

That was the moment Davey came upstairs from the basement. He scooped Natalie off the loveseat as best he could so he could sit next to me, putting her on his lap. She curled up against his chest. She looked so small compared to him. She was only twelve, but Gabriel had always been big for his age. Natalie hadn’t. And up against David’s imposing frame, she was positively tiny. Davey liked to say that no matter what, she would always be his little girl, given there was no way in hell she’d ever grow taller than him. Gabriel might, but Natalie wouldn’t.

Living with three werewolves and being the only person not affected by the summer solstice meant that once a year, I called out from work to take care of my husband and kids, though this was the first year it was my entire family. My boss still hadn’t caught on to the fact that I always requested the summer solstice off. Even if this was Natalie’s first summer solstice and Gabriel’s second, I still liked keeping my eye on them before their powers manifested while taking care of Davey.

I ruffled Natalie’s hair as I leaned over to give Davey a kiss. His eyes fluttered closed.

When I pulled away, Davey gave me a soft smile. “I should go make breakfast,” he said.

I gave him a glare. “Don’t even think about it. You’re gonna sit right there with our baby girl while you all feel like sh—trash, and I’m going to make breakfast.”

Davey brushed the backs of his fingers down my cheek. “I don’t deserve you, angel,” he said.

I captured his hand in mine and pressed it against my cheek. “Love you too, baby.” I kissed his palm and pushed myself to my feet. David hung onto my hand for as long as he could as I stepped away toward the kitchen. I crossed through the dining room and into the kitchen to get some breakfast ready.

I knew Davey and my children. Last year, Gabriel had nearly thrown up on the solstice when his breakfast was too flavorful. So I made all of them a plate of toast and chose to forgo the honey and cinnamon Gabriel liked to put on his.

They all accepted their plate of toast, and the look of delight on Natalie’s face when I also passed her a small glass of chocolate milk warmed my heart. Even when she was miserable, she could manage a smile for the little things that made her happy.

Davey’s “Thank you, angel,” was quickly echoed by our kids in their own way.

“You’re welcome, you pack of mutts,” I replied affectionately. I scratched Gabriel’s scalp right behind his ear. He sighed contentedly. “Sit up to eat, sweetie. I don’t want you to choke.”

He rolled his eyes but did as I requested with a, “Fiiiiine.”

“So, what’s the plan for today?” I asked Davey as I circled around the back of the loveseat and started scratching my fingernails through his hair. He leaned back into my touch and I heard him release a long sigh.

“Preferably no plan,” he grumbled.

Natalie raised a hand. “I, for one, don’t want to move,” she said.

“Hear, hear,” Gabriel added.

I smiled. “Lazy day it is. Who wants to watch a movie?”

Natalie jolted on Davey’s lap. “Tarzan!”

Gabriel groaned. “You always want to watch Tarzan. Can you pick a different movie for once?”

Natalie took a bite of her toast and chewed thoughtfully. “Jungle Book?”

“The story of a boy raised by wolves and then left to survive on his own with a bear and a panther?” Gabriel asked. “I feel like you’re saying something about me.”

Natalie’s eyes narrowed. “If I didn’t feel like my limbs were going to fall off, I’d probably smack you,” she said.

“Natalie,” Davey warned. “I know we all feel terrible today, but be nice to your brother.”

“He’s not nice to meee,” she retorted with a whine.

“Yes I am!” Gabriel snapped.

“Nuh-uh!”

“Yuh-huh!”

“Nuh-uh!”

“Yuh-huh!”

“Nuh—”

“Enough,” David growled at them both. “Angel, do you want to take Natalie downstairs and watch something and I’ll keep an eye on Gabriel up here?” As he spoke, Natalie flung her arms around Davey’s neck, clinging to him like a baby koala bear.

“Don’t make me move,” she complained.

“Then at least let your brother pick the movie,” Davey reasoned.

She heaved a sigh. “Fine,” she relented.

I smiled, scratching the back of Davey’s head. His eyelids fluttered with the motion.

“Gabriel, your choice of movie,” I said.

Gabriel perked up—just a little. “Spider-Man!” he said. “The first Miles Morales one.”

I smiled and got Into The Spider-Verse queued up. Davey rearranged himself on the loveseat so he and Natalie could both see the TV screen with Natalie still curled up on his lap. Though she stopped clinging to his neck like a koala bear. I settled onto the couch next to Gabriel. He leaned over and rested his head on my lap. I started scratching his head. Wolves didn’t purr like cats—but sometimes Gabriel made a noise that was akin to a purr when I got... just the right spot...

He sighed, long and content, and settled more relaxedly into the couch and onto my lap. I smiled. There we go, I thought.

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Gabriel was asleep with his head in my lap by the time the movie was over. I’d whispered to Davey when Gabriel had fallen asleep that he was out and Davey just made a face and whispered back, “At least one of us gets to sleep through the discomfort.”

Natty had been too engrossed in the movie to hear that we’d said anything at all. As she often was.

After I turned off the TV, I kept idly scratching Gabriel’s scalp. “Davey,” I whispered.

He looked up from where he’d been weaving a lazy, lax braid into a few small bits of Natalie’s long hair. “Mm?”

“Should I call Milo? I mean, his mate’s MoonBound too. And so is Danny. Their whole family is probably miserable. And Danny manifested so recently he’s probably barely used to his powers, let alone how they’re reacting to the solstice... he’s probably feeling terrible right now. Tanker and Sam too. Though, I guess Micah hasn’t manifested yet... At least Ash’s mate and I are unempowered so the solstices don’t effect us at all.”

David’s gaze drifted out the front window to the bright Southern Californian summer day. “If you want. Although, a call might be a bit much for what energy any of the others might have. A text might be enough.”

I nodded and dug my phone out of my pocket. I sent a text to Milo and his mate.

Hey. How’s the solstice treating the family? Do you guys need anything?

Once it sent, I put my phone down.

Davey got up, keeping Natalie against his chest, and came over to the couch.

“I’ll keep an eye on Gabriel, if you need to get other things done.”

I met my husband’s emerald green gaze with a sarcastic tilt to my eyebrows. “Davey-baby,” I said. “It’s my job today to keep my eye on my wolves. All three of you.”

“Angel—”

“Nope. No protesting. If I didn’t think I could handle it, I wouldn’t have taken the day off work.”

He sighed and sat on the couch, moving Gabriel’s legs out of the way while Natalie put her grumpy face back on. At fourteen, Gabriel was already long-limbed and lanky. Though, according to Davey—and pictures of his adolescence that I’d seen—Gabriel was nowhere near as bulky as David had been at the same age.

My phone went off.

Milo Greer: Well. We all feel like hell but we’re managing okay. My mate and I stocked up on everything we’d need yesterday so we’re doing good. But thank you for the offer. Tell the big guy he doesn’t deserve you.

Another text quickly followed.

Milo Greer: Actually don’t tell him that. He’d kick my ass tomorrow when we’re all feeling better.

I sent him back a laughing emoji and a, I won’t tell him. Take care of yourselves.

His reply quickly followed. 

Milo Greer: Will do. Thanks.

I smiled at Davey. “They’re doing okay. They’re all stocked up.”

David nodded. “Figured as much. Milo’s more responsible than Ash. Not always by a whole lot, but I guessed he’d be well-prepared. Ash not so much, but hopefully his mate is keeping him and Evelyn alive today.”

Asher’s mate and I were pretty good friends. Milo’s mate and I too. All three of us spent winter solstices together before we had any kids, playing board games or video games while the pack went for their run in the woods. Then, when our kids started popping up, we would spend winter solstice nights watching them play with each other and making sure we didn’t have to end up driving one of them to the hospital because Evelyn and Micah roughhoused too hard or accidentally bit someone’s ear or something.

I nodded. “His mate will keep them both alive. I’m sure of it.”

Davey hummed agreement.

Natalie poked me in the arm. “Can we have ice cream tonight, after dinner?” she asked.

I smiled and glanced at David. He shrugged.

“Sure, baby girl. We can have ice cream for dessert,” I said.

Natalie smiled weakly. “Yaaay,” she said quietly, wiggling a little on Davey’s lap.

David chuckled and ruffled the hair on the top of her head. “You’re cute, Natty,” he said.

I cast my mind back to when we first started dating. The David I’d known then would never have said that to anyone with that tone of voice—soft, affectionate, not a hint of sarcasm to be found. We’d both come a long way in our time together but the change I’d seen in him over the years I’d known him was incredible. I’d known that I wanted our relationship to last when we’d been together for a couple months—but back then I don’t think I could have imagined the David he’d been being a dad. Certainly not the dad he’d become for Gabriel and Natalie.

We both had parenting pitfalls along the way. No parents were perfect. But we were both trying. And I could see how hard Davey tried to be a good dad to our kids.

Natalie hugged Davey around the neck, even though her arms were shaky and weak. “Thanks Dad,” she said.

—

At some point after lunch, Davey and I swapped which child was clinging to whom. Natalie was latched around my neck and Gabriel was curled up against David. Between our two children, Natalie had always been a snuggle bug. She liked burrowing into mine or David’s chest and holding on like she never wanted to let go.

Davey had fallen asleep too, and Gabriel had only briefly woken to eat.

Natalie tugged on the sleeve of my shirt to get my attention. 

“What is it, baby girl?” I asked.

There were tears in her eyes as she looked up to meet my gaze. She and I had the same eye color. “I-I-I’m sorry,” she said, voice shaking just a little bit.

“Oh, baby—for what?”

“Today. It must be hard on you. Taking care of three shifters all by yourself. It’s not fair to you. I’ve been trying to be a good sport about it. Trying to make this day as easy on you as I can—but it hurts.” She choked on a sob.

I held the back of her head and cradled it to my chest. “Sweet baby girl, no. You have nothing to apologize for. You didn’t get a say in this. None of you did. Being MoonBound is just part of you. Like your dad’s nose, or my eyes. Don’t be sorry, sweetie. Please.”

“I-I can’t help it. I know I can cause trouble sometimes but don’t want to make things difficult for you.”

“I know, baby girl. I know.” I rocked her back and forth. The way I’d done since she was a newborn. Holding her close so she could feel and hear my heartbeat, keeping my grip comfortingly firm. “It’s your first summer solstice, Natalie. I don’t expect you to handle it well when you’ve never had one before. This is all so new to you. It’s okay to struggle. You don’t have to be strong all the time. You can’t be strong all the time. No one can.”

“Not even Dad?”

“Not even Dad.”

She sniffed. “I just don’t want to make things hard on you.”

“I know. But listen to me, you’re not making things hard on me. Believe it or not, puppy, I like taking care of you. You’re my baby girl. I chose to be a parent to you and your brother. It’s not always smooth-sailing, but it’s a life I wouldn’t trade for all the magic in the world. Because I get to have you and your brother and your dad as the most important, incredible parts of my life. And I love you three so, so much.”

She held onto me even tighter. “I love you,” she said quietly. “You’re the best parent a wolf could have.”

[verai-marcel]

The Things That We Could Be (Charles x F!Reader, Biker AU, 18+, 1 of 3)

Summary: You’re a freelance writer, trying to bust into the world of journalism. While the local paper gives you a few assignments here and there, you’re looking to catch a big break. When you start sniffing around one of the local motorcycle clubs, you find more than you can handle, and it leads you to discovering secrets about the owner of your favorite cafe, a man with warm brown eyes and the kindest smile.

Author’s Notes: This story has been in my head for a while. Hope you like it. Also disclaimer: I did some light research on motorcycle clubs, but I really don’t know a whole lot about them, so this may come off as pretty generic. That’s fine, we’re here for the Charles smut, amirite? Also, can you guess what song I took the title of this fic from?

Tags: plot, drama, violence, cheesy 80s vibe, bathroom sex, doggy style, smut, romance

AO3 Link is here, sweetie.

Word Count: 2567

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Chapter 1 - New Girl in Town

“C’mere Natasha,” you cooed at the calico cat that had walked towards you as soon as you had entered the cat area of Crafty Cats. This cat café was your haven, your home away from home, ever since you had moved to this area two months ago. Pursuing your career of news journalism, you worked for a local paper, hoping to get enough experience to break news left and right. It was the hunt for the story that drove you; the search for truth kept you going even when your boss cut your articles time and again. You dreamed of one day crafting the words that would move hearts around the world. 

But for now, with your crushing student debt, you settled for any job that would keep you afloat. Even though this town was small and relatively quiet, there were still stories to be told. Pulling out your laptop, you started typing away as Natasha leapt into your lap, curled herself into a ball, and purred loudly. Patting her absentmindedly as you hemmed and hawed over your word choices, a soft chime of the bells tied to the door heralded another visitor. 

"Your hour is almost up."

You looked up at Charles, the owner of the café. His long black hair was loosely tied up in a queue, but shaved on either side of his head. Tendrils too short to be tied back fell around his face, framing a strong jaw and a gentle smile. 

And that voice? Ooh, it was like sinking into a hot bath. You could listen to him talk all day. 

Unable to stop yourself, you pouted. "Already? It feels like I just got here."

Charles laughed softly before looking through the large window that separated the cat area from the café. Then he turned to you and placed a finger to his lips, winking at you. 

"Maybe you still have another thirty minutes left," he said with a smile. "I won't tell anyone if you won't."

You grinned. "You're the best, Charles."

He just shyly shrugged as he began to reach down toward Natasha. He paused, looking at you for permission to get closer. "May I?" 

"Of course," you said, leaning back to give him room. He gently pet Natasha's head, a smile on his face as she lifted her head to rub against his palm. 

You envied the cat so much at that moment. 

With Charles so close, you could see the profile of his face, so beautiful to you, and the lines of scars on his cheek and jawline told a story that filled you with a burning curiosity. You wanted to ask, but you also got the feeling that it would be overstepping some boundary and the warm aura that surrounded him would disappear.

So you swallowed your questions and continued to watch him pet Natasha for a few more moments. When he got up, he looked at you, almost as if he was going to pet you next. Or maybe it was just you projecting your fantasies onto him. He walked away, heading out the door and entering the cafe again. You looked through the window and watched him talk to the barista who was working at the bar, and then he headed through the back door, presumably to do manager things.

You turned back to your laptop. He had given you an extra 30 minutes. Better make them count.

***

“I thought you quit smokin’.”

Charles shrugged as Arthur came up to stand next to him, leaning against the back wall of the cat café. It had been a long day, and even though he rarely smoked anymore, today just seemed like that kind of day. He took a long drag, blowing out the smoke slowly as he looked up at the crimson sky.

“Who’s the girl?”

Charles turned to look at Arthur, an eyebrow raised incredulously. “How’d you know?”

Arthur chuckled. “You used to smoke a lot whenever you had your eye on someone.”

Charles let out a short laugh. “Am I that easy to read?”

“Nah, I’ve just known you long enough.”

Charles smiled as he put out the rest of his cigarette. “She’s a writer. Watching her work in my café… It’s nice.”

“You goin’ to make a move then?”

Charles turned to him, a wry grin on his face. “I’m not letting this one get away.”

***

You were packing up your laptop just as you saw Charles and another man come through the back door. It was sunset on a Saturday, and Charles always shut the cafe down early on Saturday nights to give him and his barista a break. Spotting the barista grin as she saw the other man, you were suddenly intrigued by the way they looked at each other, a heat to their grins as she reached for him, pulling him close. He kissed her forehead gently, his head tilting to one side slightly to gaze at her, and you felt as if you were watching a much more intimate moment. Heat flooded your cheeks as you quickly looked away, continuing to pack.

Once you had everything put away in your laptop bag, you moved to get up, but a small paw attached itself to your leg.

“Sorry Nattie, I can’t stay.”

The calico meowed and dug her claws in.

The door opened and closed. You could hear Charles laughing softly. “She really likes you.”

You managed to pry Natasha’s claws out of your pants and stepped out of the way before she batted at you again. “I’d adopt her if I could, but my apartment doesn’t allow pets.”

Charles nodded. “I understand. Arthur over there is in the same situation,” he said, nodding towards the man who was now holding the door for the barista as they exited the cafe. Arthur looked up and waved goodbye with two fingers as Charles waved back the same way.

He looked back at you. “If you ever move into an apartment that can have pets, you’ll have to fight him for her,” he joked. “Natasha only likes the two of us and Arthur.”

Your shoulders sank. You were stuck in a 6 month lease for the only place you could afford, a dinky studio apartment in the next town over. “It’ll be a long time before I can move,” you lamented.

Charles stepped closer to you. His concern was pouring out in waves; when you had told him during a previous visit about where you lived, he had immediately told you to go home while the sun was still out. You were still trying to figure out what places were safe and what places weren’t, and when he had talked about how the motorcycle club in that area had a tendency to harass new people to the town, you started to keep up your guard and to play it safe, getting home before dark and locking the door. So far, so good.

But you were also curious about this motorcycle club; were they really as bad as Charles said they were? He was just a cafe owner, what would he know about this? Had they threatened him in the past?

Your train of thought stopped when he placed his hand on your shoulder. His warmth was inviting, his touch was gentle. You wondered for a split second how it would feel to have his hands all over your body.

“Charles?”

“Just… stay safe, alright?” He looked away for a moment, thinking over something before looking back at you. “I don’t want to see you get hurt.”

Your heart skipped a beat. “Alright,” you said, a little breathy. “Thank you.”

As if your heartbeat wasn’t erratic before, the smile that bloomed on his face made your cheeks warm and your breath quicken. You nodded at him and headed for the door, trying to hide how he was making you feel.

But as you walked past him, his hand brushed the small of your back, and he quickly caught up with you so he could hold the door open like a gentleman. “See you tomorrow?”

You smiled. “Yeah, see you tomorrow.”

***

Back at your place, you took a deep breath. You were going to do this. You were going to start investigating the local motorcycle club.

***

A week had passed. While you were churning out articles for websites and the local paper, you were also asking around about the MC. Most people just knew to steer clear of them, that if you  didn’t bother them, they didn’t bother you. Some suggested you stop investigating them, to stop sticking your nose where it shouldn’t go. But of course, you couldn’t do that. You wanted to know what they were about, what was their motive. 

Some men wanted power & money. Others just wanted to watch the world burn.

You were hoping it wasn’t the latter. 

***

A banging on your door woke you up late at night. Startled, you grabbed the metal baseball bat near your bed and slowly walked towards the door, only for it to suddenly burst open. 

Three big, burly men poured into your doorway, the light outside making their silhouettes even larger.

“Heard you been askin’ about us.”

You swallowed.

One of them walked up to you. You swung your bat.

He dodged it and grabbed it, pulling it easily from your grip. “We don’t want to hurt you, baby. Unless you keep asking about us.”

“Why?” you asked. It was the first thing out of your mouth, and once you asked, the rest came out. “Why is this town so afraid of you?”

One of the other men stepped forward and grabbed you by the throat as you tried to step away. You clawed at his arm, but he was strong as steel, his fingers digging into your neck.

“We don’t owe you an explanation, lady,” he said. “Stop askin’ about us.”

“Or else,” the third man threatened.

You hated being told what to do. But you saw the danger in your situation. You clamped down on your urge to question them. It’d be hard to write a news story if you were in a hospital. Or dead.

So you kept your mouth shut and stared them down.

“You goin’ to stop?”

You nodded, just to get him to let you go.

The man let you go, pushing you backwards with a hard shove. You staggered back, but stayed on your feet.

“Don’t think about calling the cops,” the leader said, taking a practice swing with your bat. “They can’t protect you all the time.”

Then he swung the bat into your TV, smashing it into bits. Tossing the bat onto the ground, he and others laughed as they walked out the door and into the cold, dark night. As they left, you caught the symbol on their jackets: in large letters, ODB written across the top, with a green skull inside of a four-leaf clover below it. The letters MC were on the right of the symbol. 

It was the O’Driscoll Boys.

You fell to your knees, shaken and scared, but also filled with an all-encompassing anger, burning-hot and laced with frustration.

You had a feeling you weren’t the only one who had dealt with this. And you also had a feeling that you couldn’t stay here while you investigated further. As if this was going to stop you.

You just had to find another way.

***

You stared at apartment listings, trying to figure out a new place to stay. Unfortunately, so many things were outside of your budget. Maybe if you skipped a meal every other day?

“Tell me what happened.”

You blinked and looked at Charles, who had managed to sit next to you without you realizing. You were so deep into your house hunt that you hadn’t paid attention to what was around you. Perhaps it was because you felt safe here.

Perhaps it was because Charles was here that you felt safe.

He slowly reached for you, his fingers touching your shoulder. “Who hurt you?” he asked, gentler this time.

You reached up to your throat; your scarf had slipped down a bit, revealing the bruises around your neck. Looking down, you answered him in a soft voice. “The ODB MC.”

“Fuck.”

You looked up quickly. He had spoken with such hard anger that you were surprised to hear it from him.

You took a deep breath and told him what had happened last night.

At the end of your story, he took your hand in his big ones, making you feel small, but protected in his grasp.

“Do you have a friend you can stay with? You can’t stay there, it isn’t safe.”

You shrugged. “Not really.” The few friends you had lived far away. Family was far away too. You were stuck.

He squeezed your hand. “Stay with me. I can sleep on the couch, but I’ll sleep better knowing you’re safe.”

You blinked. He was offering his room for you? “Charles, I couldn't impose—”

“You wouldn’t be imposing. Please.”

Looking at his serious face, you nodded, accepting his offer. You had the feeling that if you refused, he was going to pick you up right there and then and keep you in his room anyway. There was an intensity to his protectiveness that stirred your heart, made you want him to lock you away.

He smiled. “Thank you. I’ll help you when you’re done here.”

***

That afternoon, he had his barista hold down the fort while he helped you pack up some of your essentials; you weren’t planning on staying with him for more than a week, but he let you know that you were welcome to stay for as long as you needed to. 

You had told your landlord that your place had been broken into and that the lock would need to be fixed. When he saw your bashed-in TV, he said nothing, solidifying your theory that he had turned a blind eye to the MC when they had walked through here. He knew, and he wasn’t going to do anything about it, which pissed you off even more.

***

Charles carried your two duffel bags full of your stuff up the stairs in the back of the cafe to his apartment. On the way to his place, he had told you a little more about the downtown area where he and his friends lived and worked. One of his friends, John, was happily married with a daughter and owned a flower shop close to the clock tower that served as the town center. His other friend, Arthur, worked at the local tattoo shop, but lived elsewhere. A lot of the businesses in the renovated part of downtown were live-work spaces, so Charles had his little loft apartment above his cafe.

“Makes the commute pretty nice,” you remarked as you followed him up the stairs.

“Yup. Have to be sure to at least put a shirt on though, or I get yelled at,” he said with a laugh. He had mentioned his barista was like a little sister to him, and that he was lucky to have her. He mentioned having put the idea in her head to go out with Arthur, and was happy they had gotten together. You wondered at his observation skills, to see to the heart of someone and what would make them happy.

Would you make me happy?

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Chapter 2 is next!

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[lilacyennefer]

finally, beautiful stranger chapter 3

“Your voice is velvet through a telephone, [..] and I wonder if you'd take it slow”

A/N: This chapter is almost twice as long as the previous ones. I really love to write the journey of these two and I only can hope that you guys enjoy reading it just as much. Feedback is always appretiated!

TW: language, sexual references 

You slept better last night than you did since the first time you met with Will. It really bothered you when you didn’t ask for his number, and then you were nervous to see him again. But since the two of you talked yesterday and he told you he liked you these worries disappeared. However, you feel nervous about your date with Will. You glad that you suggested to go hiking, knowing that going to a fancy restaurant would only make you even more nervous. It’s Friday morning and you’re at work, being busy with the upcoming releases and events. “Isabelle” you hear one of your colleagues call your name as she walks towards your desk.“Yes?” You look up to her.“There’s a delivery guy at the door looking for you.” she points towards the door where the man is standing. You look at her confused, you didn’t order anything, but you get up from your chair and walk towards the door. When you get there you see the delivery guy holding a huge bouquet of flowers, all kinds of flowers in different colours and shapes. You barely can see the guy behind it that bouquet is that huge. “Hi.” you greet the man, still surprised at the sight in front of you.“I’m here to deliver this for you.” he gives you the flowers. The scent of them hits your nose immediately and you melt a little bit inside. You really love flowers, in all shapes and colours. You're pretty sure your mother has a lot to do with it since growing up your house was filled with all kind of plants. “Can you please sign here?” he shoves a paper in your hand and you sign it clumsily, trying to not drop the flowers. “And here is your card.” he gives you a small envelope. You say goodbye to the man and go back to your table, curious who sent you these beautiful flowers. You take the card out from the small envelope and you read: “Every time you look at these flowers know that I’m thinking about you and I can’t wait for our date. With Love, William.” You feel a huge smile spreading across your face, and you can feel a few tears in your eyes. You sit there for a few minutes in your happy bubble when you take your phone from your pocket and start writing a text for Will, since you can’t make private phone calls during work. “Thank you so much for the beautiful flowers, they made me incredibly happy. Can’t wait to see you tomorrow. X” You send the text and put the card back into the envelope and put it in your purse. You wait a few minutes for his reply, but when no answer is coming you put your phone away and keep working. Will’s surprise made you incredibly happy. No one sent you flowers before, to be honest, you think this is the most romantic thing anyone ever did for you before. Your relationship wasn’t that good, no matter if it was with a man or with a woman, somehow things always ended up badly. You honestly think that you’ve never been in love before, sure you liked your partners who you’ve been with, but it was never like in the stories you heard from others or like in the movies you watched. It’s different with Will though, you felt something with him from the beginning what you never felt before. An hour later you hear your text notification and you quickly grab your phone to look at it. You see Will’s name on the screen and read his text: “I’m sorry I couldn’t reply immediately, I was giving a speech. I’m really glad that they made you happy. “ You smile at your phone and quickly reply “No problem at all :)” and put your phone down so your boss won’t notice it. You’re having lunch at your table since you have so much work to do and you want to finish everything today so you can fully enjoy your weekend, especially your date. 

“Hey sweetheart.” you hear Natalie approach you. 

“Hi Natti.” you greet her back with a smile.

“So” she starts with a smirk “a little bird told me that you and William will have a date tomorrow.”

 “Let me guess” you lean back in your chair and smile at her “That little bird is called Benny.”

“Well, yeah.” she shrugs with a smile. “But you should have told me.” she says seriously.

“I know, and I’m sorry. I’m being really busy and I was in my happy bubble, but I’m really sorry.” I tell her honestly.

“It’s okay.” she gives me a smile, assuring me that she’s not actually mad at me. “Did he sent you those flowers?” she nods her head towards the bouquet. You immediately smile and nod. You reach for your bag, taking the envelope out and giving it to her.

“Read the card what he sent me.” you tell her and she opens the envelope, taking the card out and reading it. She lets out a long “aaaawwwww” and gives the card back to you.

“This is the cutest thing ever. You totally charmed this guy.” she says and you just snort. You see your boss looking at the two of you intensely, so you tell Natalie that you’ll talk later, and the both of you needs to work now. What seems like forever, you finally finished work, and head home. 

You’re really exhausted after this long week and you can't wait to take a relaxing bath when you get home. An hour later, when you finally got home, you started a warm bubble bath for yourself, and poured a glass of red wine. So, now you're sitting in the bathtub, enjoying the warm what’s surrounding you when you hear your phone ring. You let out a groan and reach towards the towel, what’s resting on the chair with your phone, next to the bathtub. You dry your hands in the towel and grab the phone to see who’s calling you. You’re surprised when you see Will’s name on the screen.

“Hi.” you answer with a smile.

“Hey, I hope I’m not disturbing you.”  he says softly.

“No, of course not. Is something wrong?” you ask, you can’t help but worry why he called you.

“No, no, everything is okay. I just wanted to hear your voice.” you melt inside from his reply and you have to stop yourself from letting out a small “aww.” 

“That’s really sweet of you.” you smile “ How was your day? How was the speech?” 

“It was alright. I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” he says softly. You smile and you feel the butterflies in your stomach. It’s such a strange and exciting feeling, you never felt it before, but you’re really glad that you do now.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you either.” you tell him sweetly. 

“I want to thank you again for the flowers. No one sent me flowers before.”

“That’s too bad, because you deserve all the flowers in the world.” you feel yourself blush, and you think it’s a first too, no one made you blush before.

“You’re way too sweet.” you tell him, not really knowing how to react to his flirting. Sure, you flirted with other people before, but it’s different with Will. You know that this won’t be a friends with benefits kind of relationship what you had before, but hopefully a serious one, and you’re nervous, because you don’t want to screw it up. 

“What are you doing right now?” Will asks you and you freeze a bit. Should you tease him a bit and tell him what you’re actually doing or should you lie to him? You decide to tease him, eager to hear his reaction to what you’re about to say.

 “I’m currently taking a bath.” you tell him and bite your bottom lip waiting for his reaction. You hear Will take a sharp breath on the other end of the line and there’s a few seconds of silence what makes you really worried that you overstepped a line.

“Now you’re just teasing me.” you hear Will say and you let out a breath you didn’t realise you were holding.

“Nope, I’m not.” you say with a small laugh “Do you want picture evidence?” you ask him with a smirk. You could swear you heard him groan a little at your words and you suddenly feel really hot and not because of the bath. You’re really eager to hear that sound again, you would do anything to make Will do that sound again.

“I’m a gentleman, I would never ask for anything like that.” you hear him say and you smile at his words. “Besides, I want to see you naked for the first time in front of me so I can touch you, and not on a screen,” he continues and it’s your turn now to take a sharp breath. You can feel a certain part of you getting wet, and again, not because you’re currently sitting in a bathtub full of water. You let out a deep sign and think about your next move, you don’t know if you should ask him what are the things he’d do to you, or you should stop this conversation somehow. For the second time tonight, you decide next to the bolder choice.

“And what are those things you’d do to me if I was with you right now?” you bite your bottom lip again, waiting for his answer. 

“First of all, I’d kiss you, gently at first, then a bit harder when I’d feel you melt in my arms, I’d leave soft, wet kisses all over your neck, find that one spot that makes you moan the loudest, and suck on it gently. Then I’d go lover, kiss your shoulder-” he suddenly stops and you hear someone talk in the background, then seconds later you hear Ben yell “Hey Brother!” and you hear Will mutter a “Fuck” you lough a little at the situation, but you’re also frustrated that his little brother ruined this moment between the two of you. You’re not strange to this situation, but in your case it was always you who ruined your older brother’s intimate moments with the girl he’s currently had been with. 

“Excuse me for a second.” you hear Will says and then you hear muffled speaking in the background. You try to take a few words out, you unfortunately can’t, but you’re pretty sure that Will is telling Benny how he’s currently in the middle of something and how he interrupted  him.

“Isabelle, I’m so sorry, but I have to go. My brother decided he needs me in the worst moment possible.” he says and you feel a little disappointed, but you understand. 

“It’s okay, I understand.” you tell him “I’ll see you tomorrow, right?” you ask him. You could swear that you can feel him smile on the other end of the line.

“Of course. I can’t wait to see you.”

“Me neither.”

 “Sweet dreams, Belle.” he says sweetly. You feel your heart skip a beat. No one ever called you Belle before.

“Sweet dreams, Will.”  you tell him and hung up the phone. You go to bed incredibly happily, and you do had sweet dreams. 

You woke up a bit late, but you really needed a good night sleep. When you remember that it’s finally Saturday you get really excited, because of your date with Will. You have a small breakfast, and start getting ready, you try to do your hair a little bit, even though you know you’re going hiking, so you don’t need to look extra fancy, but you do want to look nice for your first date with Will. You decide to put your hair up in a ponytail, do a really natural makeup, you’re careful to not wear much in case of sweating. You look at the clock and it’s already past 1pm and Will is supposed to be here at 2pm. You try to pick out an outfit, you want to wear something comfortable, but still look decent. You decide to wear a black leggings with a black shirt with your favorite band’s name on it. The shirt is a bit oversized, but it still looks really nice on you. You look in the mirror and you like what you see, your outfit is appropriate for hiking, but you still look beautiful in it. You look at the clock and it’s almost 2pm, so you grab your backpack and put two bottles of water into it and some sandwiches you made earlier. You finish packing when you hear your phone ring, you see Will is calling you, you answer the phone.

“Hey, I’m outside the building, but I don’t know which floor or apartment it is, so I can’t go and get you.”

“Oh, its okay, I’ll be down there in a minute.” you tell him and grab your bag and put your shoes on and head downstairs. When you step outside you see Will leaning towards the door of his car, and FUCK, he looks really good. He wears a black sweatpants and a dark grey shirt, and both of them hugs him perfectly. 

“Hey darlin’” he smiles at you and step close to him to hug him. God he smells good. You close your eyes, and enjoy feeling him this close to you. Your heart beats so fast you’re pretty sure that he can feel it against his chest. He hugs you a bit tighter for a second before he lets you go.

“You look so beautiful.” he says as he looks at you with a smile, that smile, you think, can brighten your day anytime.

“Thank you. You don’t look bad either.” you wink at him and he lets out a chuckle.

“Are you ready to go?” he asks and reaches for your bag “Give me that.”

“Thanks, and yes, I’m ready.” he opens the car door for you as you say and you get it, you see Will walk around the car so he can take the driver's seat. He puts your backpack in the trunk and he gets in. He gives you a smile and he starts the car.

“So” you start “what was that really important thing why Benny interrupted us?” you ask. Will sighs and replies “He had relationship issues.”

“How come?” you ask confused, because Natalie didn’t mention anything to you yesterday.

“Apparently, Natalie got upset with Ben because he’s not romantic. The flowers I’ve sent to you had a lot to do with it.” he says. You snort at his reply and he looks at you quickly, then back on the road.

“What’s so funny?” he asks you with a smile.

“Nothing. I just can’t imagine Benny as a big romantic.” you tell him.

“Yeah, well, he isn’t. But when he loves someone, he loves them dearly and treats them right.”

“I sure hope so. He’s dating with one of my closest friends.”

“Yeah, I know.” he suddenly turns really serius. “Can I ask something?” you nod, then mutter a ‘yes’ when you realise he didn’t see it because he’s driving.

 “Can we promise each other that whatever happens between my brother and your friend, it won’t affect our relationship?” You know he’s right, but Natalie is your friend and if Benny breaks her heart, or she breaks his, you don’t know how you could ignore that. You’re fond of Benny so you’re worried about him too.

 “Okay.” you mutter, not sure if you can keep this promise, but you’re sure that you will try. Will nods and he keeps driving as silence fills the car.

 ‘I want to thank you for the flowers personally too.” you say suddenly, breaking the silence.

 “You’re very welcome.” he says with an honest smile 

“I didn’t know which one you like so I got from all of them.”

“I love them all, they remind me of my childhood.”

 “Really? How come?”

 “My mother used to have all kinds of flowers and plants. She still has them, though.”

“Tell me more about it.”

“About my mother’s flowers?” you ask in disbelief. 

“No.” he laughs a little “About your childhood.” 

 “Oh.” you say “It’s nothing really interesting, to be honest. I grew up in a small town, I have an older brother, had a younger one too, but he passed away when we were kids.”

“What about your parents?”

 “My father died when I was 14, and my mother married his best friend later.” you try to swallow the lump in your throat that you feel everytime you talk about your dad.

“I’m really sorry.” Will says honestly and he reaches one of his hands to grab yours. He squeezes your hand a little, giving you a reassuring smile.“I know how that feels like.” he says quietly “I lost both of my parents.” It’s your turn now to squeeze his hand to comfort him, you decide to be brave again, and you grab his hand both in your; his hand is so big your two can’t cover it entirely, and bring his hand to your lips and place a gentle kiss on it. You feel that your action took Will by surprise and you feel his stare on you, the car is currently standing at a red light, so this gives you two a few seconds to share a soft moment. Will takes his hand out of yours and gently cups your face, running his thumb gently over your skin. His eyes are soft, and you see something in them what you’re not sure what is. You hear a carn horn and both of you jump a little and Will quickly starts driving again. You spend the rest of the car ride in silence. Around 40 minutes later Will parks the car next to a huge park.

“You brought me hiking to a park?” you turn to Will. You see him snicker and you can’t help but smile at him.

 “No.” he says “There’s a beautiful place not far from here, but we need to get there by foot. I just parked the car here.” You let out a small ‘oh’ and nod. Will gets out of the car and you follow him, opening the door and getting out. Fresh air hits you immediately and you take a deep breath. You love to get away from the city sometimes to clear your mind and get some fresh air. You’re still standing next to the car taking deep breaths when Will appears next to you with your bags in his hands. 

“Ready to go?” he asks and you nod and reach towards your bag, but he shakes your head signaling you that he got this. You shrug and both of you start walking towards the direction where Will is leading you. You’re walking slowly, enjoying the fresh air and Will’s silent company.

 “You didn’t tell me about your childhood yet.” you break the silence. 

 “There’s not much to tell, really. I grew up in a nice house, with a nice family. It’s pretty boring, actually.”

“What made you become a soldier?” You ask him as you keep walking.

“My dad.” he says simply “He was a soldier. My grandfather was a soldier, and his dad too. It runs in the family.”

 “So, you hope that your child one day will follow your footsteps?” you ask curiously. He thinks about it for a few minutes before he answers.

“I’m not sure about that. I guess if that’s what they really want then I’d support them, but otherwise I won’t force this life on them.” you see him become really serious and somehow sad and you suddenly really regret your question. You keep walking in silence and looking around you. The area is filled with trees, everything is green and smells so fresh, it makes you really happy.

“This way.” you hear Will say and follow him as he turned left. “What made you work with books?” he asks after a few minutes.

“I love books, I love reading.” you shrug “It’s that simple.”

 “I love reading, too.” he says with a smile “It’s really relaxing, and it helps me turn my brain off completely.” 

“Oh yeah, I get that.” you agree with what he said.

“We’re almost there.” he says suddenly and you get really excited to see what’s the place that he wanted to show you. A few minutes later you arrive to a place what you think is the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. It’s a huge lake, with beautiful crystal clean blue water, surrounded by trees, and big snowy mountains. You feel Will’s eyes on you as you take in the view around you, you look up to him and you see him looking at you with a big smile, as always, you smile back at him.

“Do you like it?” he asks you excitedly.

 “I love it! It’s so breathtaking.” you smile and you feel Will wrap an arm around your shoulder to pull you close to him. You look up to him again and you’re suddenly so close to him, you feel intoxicated by him. He still has the smile on his face.

“I’m glad you like it.” he leans in close as he whispers. You can’t help but stare at his mouth, wondering how it feels on your skin. You suddenly remember your phone conversation last night and heat spreads all over your body. There’s so much tension between the two of you that you’re sure you could cut it with a knife. The tension is broken by the sound of your stomach grumbling, alarming you that you barely had any food today. Will lets out a small laugh and you feel a bit embarrassed.

 “C’mon let’s eat something.” you just nod and he guides you closer to the lake where you see that there are some wooden tables and benches placed out for hikers. You sit down at a table, Will sits in front of you, putting the bags on the table, starting unpacking them.

“So” he starts “ I bought sandwiches, some fruit, and coffee.” he places them on the table. “What would you like to eat?” he asks you. You think for a moment, should you tell him you have your own sandwiches or should you just accept them? They look much more delicious than the ones you made, and you don’t want to offend him by refusing them, because you’re sure he made those for you.

“Sandwitches.” you finally say and he gives you two “What fruits did you bring?” you ask curiously, because you REALLY love fruits. 

“It’s a fruit salad, it has strawberries, banana, raspberry, kiwifruit, pitaya and mangos.”

“Oh god.” you reply with a small moan and Will snaps his head towards you, he has a really intense look in his eye what disappears in a second.

 “Would you like it?” he shows the box towards you, and you accept it gratefully.

“Thank you so much! Gosh I love fruit so much.” you say excitedly, and take the fork what Will is giving to you. He gives you a smile, and again, you smile back at him. You eat a sandwich first what Will made you, then you eat some of the fruit salad, you wish you could eat more but you feel a bit full and you know if you eat more there’s no way you could walk anymore. The two of you eat quietly, you enjoy the food and the view.

“It was so delicious, thank you so much.” you say with a big smile.“You’re very welcome. I’m glad to see that you enjoyed it.” he says.

“Can you cook?” you ask him.

“I can.” he says as he puts the rest of the food back in the bags. “I enjoy cooking a lot.”

 “Ohh, that nice. And sexy.” he raises his eyebrows at your statement and you just shrug and smile at him.

“You think it’s sexy?” he asks curiously. “Well, yeah.” you shrug again “There’s something sexy in men who can cook and aren't afraid of pans and pots.” he looks down, smiling, and you could swear that you see him blush a little.

“Noted.” he nods, and his smile suddenly fades. He looks really serious for a moment.

“Is everything okay?” you ask him worried. 

“Yeah, yeah it’s just..” he starts “I smiled more with you in the last one week since I know you than I did in the last two years.” he says sadly. You feel your heart clench, sadness spreading in you.

“May I ask why?” you ask him softly, not sure if it’s a good idea or not. He’s silent for minutes and you regret your question. You see him struggling, you can tell that he has his demons, and battles he’s fighting with himself. You want to sit next to him and tell him that everything will be okay, and that you’re here with him, for him, and whatever bothers him you two can defeat it. But you don’t. You sit silently waiting for him to say something. 

“I want to be honest with you.” he says slowly and looks up to you. You nod and wait for whatever he has to say. “I’m not an easy man to be with,” you see him struggle with his words “I’ve gone through a lot with the army, I…” he stops and takes a deep breath “I had really bad PTSD for years.” he looks at you with an expression what tells you that he expects you to run away “I had a fianceé.” this shocks you and you’re pretty sure he saw your shocked expression before you could hide it. You try to swallow the lump in your throat, you’re not sure how you feel about this information. “When I came back from a mission, I was at my worst. I attacked a man in a grocery store, I didn’t know what I was doing. She tried to stop me, and actually she did. But after that she left me.” you can’t help but feel really sorry for Will and the urge to hug him and tell him that everything is going to be fine is even bigger now. “I haven’t been with anyone since then. I couldn’t make myself to be with anyone. Not until you came along.” he looks at you intensely and you feel a tear slip from the corner of your eyes. “I know it’s not easy to be with me, but I hope you’d give me a try. And I’ll promise you that I’ll try to make you as happy as you make me.” now you feel yourself fully crying “And I just only can hope things won’t end with you as it did with her.” You get up from your place and sit next to him, he turns towards you and you cup his face in your hands.

 “I’m not her, William.” you tell him firmly “I won’t leave you when you need me the most.” he places his forehead against yours and he closes his eyes as you continue “You can count on me no matter what. I’ll always be here for you. Always.” you whisper to him and kiss his forehead. He opens his eyes and looks into yours intensely.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve you.” he whispers and you could swear you felt your heart break a little.

“You’re a good man Will. You deserve to be happy.” you tell him “But you’ll have to let me make you happy.” you tell him “You have to let me in so we, together, can defeat your demons. Let me show you that you’re worthy of love.” you whisper to him, and you lean in to kiss him. It’s a small, sweet kiss, a reassuring one, showing him that you’re here with him. He kisses you back and pulls you close to him, hands resting on your hips. You break the kiss to get some air and Will looks at you with so much passion, it makes you weak. He leans in and kisses you again, but this time with so much passion you can feel your knees getting weak. You let out a small moan and Will takes the opportunity to slip his tongue in your mouth. It’s his turn now to moan as his tongue touches yours, massaging it with his. You put a hand behind his neck, run it though his hair lazily. He breaks the kiss this time, both of you are breathing heavily. You sit there like this for awhile, foreheads touching, enjoying each other’s closeness. You don’t know how long you sit there with him like this, but after awhile Will tells you that you should head back to the car before it gets dark. You nod in agreement and the two of you leave this place where your new life started. 

[1-800-jmsbckbrns]

‘ah, honey honey’

hc #27 || mob!stucky x sugar baby!reader

‘go back to sleep’

Steve woke up to soft shaking. His eyes slowly opened as his senses came to him. Y/N was the one shaking him. She looked concerned. 

“What’s wrong, baby?” His voice is hoarse. It could have been sleep but it was most likely from yelling at his crew last night. They fucked up bad. He wouldn’t just let it slide.

“You were talking in your sleep. Everything okay?” She was concerned above all else.

“Just a long day yesterday. Go back to sleep.” Steve turned over to fall asleep again. He thought nothing of the interaction, thinking it to just be a simple conversation.

Y/N, however, felt her pout grow. Stevie was mad at her. He didn’t call her baby at the end, or even touch her. She didn’t know what she did. 

She would let Steve sleep peacefully. She kissed Bucky’s forehead before she climbed out of the bed. It was almost time to get up anyway. Today would just be a Y/N day today, she supposed. The boys probably didn’t want her around anyway. 

Just down the hall was her own room. Y/N kept her door open at almost all times. Her boys, as well as anyone in the crew, were allowed in her room and to talk to her.

Maybe not today though.

The doors were closed as Y/N walked in. She opened her curtains to balance out the lighting. Her view of the sunrise was beautiful this morning. If only the boys were here to see it with her.

No, she was alone today. Steve and Bucky didn’t want their baby today. Maybe she had been too bratty yesterday? Maybe she didn’t treat them right last night? Did she spend too much? Was she more trouble than she was worth?

Y/N shook her head as she sat on her bed. Part of her thought she was just overreacting, but the other part of her told her she was right on the money about her worry. The boys were too nice to tell her if she messed up. 

She pulled out her phone to text Natasha.

the babe: nat, can you bring me to art museum today?

Nat replied almost instantly. It was like she never slept.

nattie bat🦇: Of course, muffin. What time would you like to go?

Y/N smiled softly. She could always count on her. She decided on leaving right after breakfast. Not that she would eat this morning. Breakfast was a big thing for Steve and Bucky, and she didn’t want to disrupt them. 

Getting ready didn’t take as long as Y/N thought it would. She didn’t realize how much of it involved stealing Bucky’s kisses, or asking Steve what looked best on her. 

Today, Y/N went for a billowy white sweater that exposed most of her back. She paired it with a mustard yellow skirt, thigh high brown boots, and a brown hair scarf to keep her hair back. She loved the fall, as she could display her favorite colors. 

A knock at her door pulled her from collecting her notebook and pens. There was a twinge of worry that shot through her. If it was one of the boys, she wouldn’t know what to say.

“You ready, muffin?” Natasha’s muffled voice passed through the closed door. Y/N sighed in relief. It was just her Nattie Bat.

With sunglasses on and large purse on her arm, Y/N made it out of her room. Natasha extended her arm and she was happy to take it. She loved any form of touch and affection, especially when it came from a pretty girl like Nattie Bat.

The girls passed the dining room, but Y/N didn’t look in. She would run right for Stevie if she saw him. He wouldn’t want that at all. Though she could feel their eyes on her as they went towards the garage.

The ride was silent except for Y/N’s music playing on the speakers. Her music was normally very fun and light. Today’s music was sadder, less lyrics to them. Natasha didn’t comment but it was noted.

Y/N was allowed free roam of the museum upon their arrival. Natasha would stay behind and keep an eye out. She was simply a set of eyes to ensure Y/N’s safety.

Most of their time spent there was wandering, admiring the paintings. Y/N stopped in front of a painting of Aphrodite. She let out a soft little hum. Natasha picked up on it almost immediately.

“Something’s wrong, muffin. I can see it.” Natasha stood by Y/N, but looked at the painting. She shook her head and gripped her notebook tight.

“Nothing’s wrong. I just messed up. Wanted to get out so Stevie and Bucky could get some work done today,” Y/N mumbled. That sure did raise an eyebrow. Did she? Could Y/N possibly mess up in their eyes? 

“Then we’ll stay out today. Lunch is on me. Anywhere you want.” Y/N turned to Natasha and smiled. 

“Okay. I would really like that.” Natasha kissed her forehead, then excused herself to make a few calls. 

Natasha waited until she was outside to call Steve. The streets were loud, busy. Though she had no problem hearing. 

“Yes?” His voice was sharp. Steve really was not in a good mood.  Though that could be pinned on whatever Y/N was talking about. 

“What happened between last night and this morning? Did Y/N mess up?” Natasha wasn’t Y/N’s personal bodyguard by any means, but she would protect her above all else. Even if that meant protecting her from her dumb boyfriends.

“Huh? What are you talking about? Y/N didn’t do anything? I haven’t seen her since this morning.”

“And what happened this morning?” Natasha hated being the fixer sometimes.

“She mentioned something about me talking in my sleep, and I told her I had a long day and to go back to sleep,” Steve said. She could hear Bucky say something about Steve being an idiot in the background. 

“Boss, you’ve been with this girl for how long? How do you still not know what makes her upset? Whatever. I’ve got her for the day. When we get home, you need to fix this.”

Natasha hung up, and what looked to be in the nick of time. Y/N was walking down the steps of the museum. She took Natasha’s hand in her’s, and in turn, Natasha took her bag for her.

They walked down to a cafe for lunch. Y/N had opened up a bit and talked about some things that had been going on beyond Stevie and Bucky. Her brother was in the hospital and she had been covering all the bills. The classes she was enrolled in online were starting to get really stressful. Lastly, Bucky’s birthday was coming up and she was pulling her hair on what to get him. Stevie had just taken him out to buy a whole ton of things so how could Y/N even compete? 

“Muffin, why don’t you tell the boys? They’d be able to help you with everything that’s going on,” Natasha said. She put her cutlery on her empty plate. Y/N shrugged, face set on a deep frown.

“They’re both really busy. Stevie had mentioned I had been spending a lot recently but I knew if I told him it was for my brother, he’d get upset that I didn’t just go to him about it in the first place. I just don’t want them to be upset with me.” Tears pooled in her eyes, but she didn’t let them fall. Now that she said it out loud, she felt like a fool. She was only going to make them even more upset with her.

“They won’t be upset, I promise. If anything, it’ll make them feel better when they see it’s helping you.” Y/N sighed. She dug herself into a hole and now they were mad and-

“Come on. Let’s go for a drive. Clear your head before we go back home.” Natasha threw some money on the table and they left. 

Natasha took the more scenic routes. She took over the music and played one of Y/N’s playlists that channeled all the good feelings about Steve and Bucky. Neither spoke, and it actually helped Y/N sort her thoughts out. She needed to fix this.

“Can we go home?” Y/N didn’t look at Natasha. She just messed with the hem of her skirt. She could feel Natasha make a u-turn and head towards the mansion.

Bucky was waiting at the front door for the girls. Y/N smiled nervously at Nattie Bat one last time before going to Bucky. He held his arms open for her, and she was in them in a minute. 

“I missed you, doll. Didn’t get to tell you good morning or anything.” He kissed her forehead for a few seconds longer than he normally did. She soaked in every moment of it. There wasn’t an ounce of anger in him. It put some ease on her mind.

“I missed you too. Sorry.” Y/N hugged him tight before she pulled away. Now it was time to face the music. Time to face Stevie. 

Y/N stopped by her room to drop off her bag. She was met with Steve sitting in their little nook, wearing his casual day clothes. He’d usually be wearing a full suit if he was working today. Did he have today off? She usually stayed home if he had the day off...

“Come here,” Steve said. It wasn’t a command. It was too soft to be a command. Y/N was almost scared. She was slow to approach and sit next to him.

“Baby, I’m not angry at you at all. I’m sorry about this morning. I was sleepy, and the crew had fucked up last night. I wasn’t thinkin’.” Steve took Y/N’s hands in his. Relief flooded through her, but there was still a knot in her stomach from what she told Nat, 

“It happens. I just hope everything is okay now.” That’s all she really wanted. She just wanted Stevie to be okay. 

“Everything will be okay when you tell me what’s going on in that pretty little head of your’s. Talk to me.” Steve pulled her into his arms, and reclined so she lay on his chest. She had his undivided attention. 

Y/N told him everthing. Her brother, her classes, all the worries that she had. She didn’t realize she was crying until Stevie wiped her tears away. He listened the whole time. Steve promised to take care of the bills, and start helping her with classes where he could. As far as Bucky, they could figure something out tonight. They could stay up and brainstorm something.

“Thank you for listening to me. I know it’s not fun or anything.” Y/N lay her head on his chest, eyes closing as she did. Steve took the scarf out and brushed her hair back.

“I’ll always listen to my baby. Your needs come first, forever and always.”

author’s note: I wasn’t gonna do another mob prompt back to back, but here we are. I actually enjoyed writing it and hope to write more like it soon!

requests: open!

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[baylegend]

Sasha Banks: Back with a Vengeance

Sasha Banks, The Legit Boss

The Legit Boss is a complex character. She’s arrogant, cocky, aggressive and will take you out if you get in her way. Whilst most heels in the division play the cowardly, high-school bully who has to cheat to get the win, Sasha doesn’t play that way. She’s confident in her abilities and she knows how good she is. She will do whatever it takes to win, even if it means putting her own body on the line. She can be mean and ruthless if she needs to be and what matters most to her is being at the top. Sasha thrives as a heel. That’s when she’s in her element. She’s narcissistic and a bit of an egomaniac. It’s all about her and she she has to be in the spotlight. Nothing else matters but that.

“The Greatest To Never Be Great”

We saw The Legit Boss in NXT but this character has been held back on the Main Roster. Sasha’s demeanour changed during her rivalry with Charlotte in 2016. She wanted to be the hero, the good guy. She wanted the respect of the fans. But she lost at every turn. She could never defend the title successfully. She got another chance when she beat Alexa in 2017, but lost the title again on her first defence. She’s been in almost all the “first-ever” matches, but she always came up short. Something has changed. Her confidence was knocked and she had nothing. But at least she wasn’t alone, she had Bayley.

“If You’ve Got A Back, Sasha Banks Has A Knife”

So a year passes by and Sasha sees the opportunity to win the first ever women’s Royal Rumble. This is her chance to be a big deal again. She betrays Bayley but still gets eliminated. That was The Boss making a breakthrough. The Boss also comes out in the Elimination Chamber, when she betrays Bayley again. There’s a part of Sasha that thinks Bayley is holding her back. Bayley is in the way of Sasha’s success. But the smile she has on her face every time she turns on Bayley - that look of satisfaction - it isn’t just about betraying Bayley, it’s about being The Boss again. The thrill of being the bad guy, she misses it.

Another Chance

Her and Bayley are eventually able to resolve their issues and they’re good again. She realises that she doesn’t need to take out Bayley because that’s the only person who truly has her back. So things are good again.

Then Sasha gets the opportunity to face Ronda Rousey. This is Sasha’s chance to get the gold. She misses being champion. She knows that the tag titles are in the future but this is the present. So The Boss starts to break through again. Sasha is very vicious from the beginning. Telling Ronda she’s a nobody and she’s going to teach her how to lose with class. The viscousness plays out in the match as well. Countering Ronda at every turn and going for some brutal submissions, Sasha is desperate to win this match. She even uses her arm-band to lock in the Bank Statement. She has a lot to prove. She needs to remind everyone how good she is. This is her chance to become a 5x women’s champion. But she loses. Defeated and disgraced, she walks away...with a smile on her face. Maybe it’s because she knows she could still get a chance at the tag titles with Bayley. Maybe she has a plan. Or maybe she once again got a taste of what it felt like to truly be The Boss.

Enough is Enough

Sasha and Bayley win the inaugural tag team titles at Elimination Chamber and all is good. She finally has the gold again. This is her chance to be a successful champion and have a long title reign. But they lose the belts at Wrestlemania. This was Sasha’s chance to finally get that big win but they come up short. She’s had enough. Sasha Banks disappears for four months.

MIA

While all this was happening, Becky Lynch is having the greatest run of her career. Winning the Royal Rumble, winning at mania, defeating ‘The Baddest Woman on The Planet’, she’s the face of the company. But Becky is bored. Bored because she has to face Charlotte for the 100th time. Bored because she has to face Lacey over and over again. So she teases Sasha on social media. And calls her out whenever she gets the chance. She knows she needs a good challenger. She knows Sasha is one of the best in the game. She has history with Sasha. In NXT, Sasha told Becky she made her. Now Becky is champion and needs a worthy adversary. But Sasha is MIA. Becky figures, if she keeps poking the bear, she’ll get a response sooner or later. But Sasha never responds.

“New blue hair, same true colours”

Sasha returns they day after Summerslam. She interrupts Natalya’s tribute to her father. On her way to the ring, she stops to hug two little girls, even gives them her rings. She hugs Natalya and tells her her father would be proud of her- then sucker punches her. She takes off her purple wig and reveals a new look. She has blue hair now. With a smile on her face, she brutally attacks an already injured Natalya before Becky comes out. Sasha focuses on Becky and decimates her with a chair. What everyone wants to know is why? Why has Sasha been gone? Why did she attack Natalya and Becky?

“She remembered who she was and the game changed.”

Sasha Banks took time away to reflect on her career. She needed to remember who she truly was. For months, she’s been posting lyrics and quotes about butterflies, growth and her evolution. Sasha has always been The Boss, albeit toned down for the past couple of years. But she’s realised that being nice and safe, hasn’t gotten her anywhere. She’s done things the right way for too long. Even her partnership with Bayley didn’t get her back to the top of the mountain. She’s been holding back. She’s been fighting this feeling for a long time now. An internal battle. Being the hero, the one little girls can look up to, or being true to herself? Being The Boss she really is.

She came back with a vengeance. The night she returned, she came to make a statement. Sasha has always had a flair for the dramatic and that’s why she wore the wig and even pretended to be nice before she struck Natalya. She was giving everyone a false sense of security. She knew she’d been missed. But she wanted to make it clear that she was not the same person anymore. It wasn’t even about Natalya. Nattie just happened to be there. It could have been anyone else, but Natalya was an easy target. She was already injured and Sasha just wanted to hurt someone. As for Becky, she just got in the way. Of course Sasha had seen everything Becky had said about her. Sasha has seen everything every one has been saying and but she never responded. She doesn’t care, after all. People-pleasing never got her anywhere. She knows they’re all beneath her.

“Pissed Off For Greatness.”

Sasha is back to take and destroy. She’s playing with Becky for now. She hasn’t responded for months so why respond now? She’s cold and calculating. She’s smart. She is sending a message: you’re not worth my time. At least not right now. She’s using Nattie as a plot device. She’s showing how ruthless she can be. She doesn’t care what anyone thinks. She doesn’t need the fans, they turned on her ages ago. They saw her as the girl who couldn’t get the job done. They saw her as “the greatest to never be great.” Bayley isn’t there anymore. She has no one to hold her back. She has nothing to lose and everything to gain. She got a taste of that when she faced Ronda. The freedom to be The Legit Boss. It’s been bubbling for years. She knows what she needs to do get the gold and keep it this time. The way she did in NXT.

It’s a new era of The Boss.