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Him and I - 12

Darling You

Nico Hischier x reader, Mob Boss!Nico

Warnings: Snippy reader, panic attack

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It may have been years since Nico’s made the trip to Switzerland, but it’s a hangover he’ll never forget. Body sore from being on a plane for six hours, hungry for real, nutritious food but sick from eating airline food, head aching from the roar of jet engines and the altitude changes. It’s just fucking exhausting.

He remembers the first time he made the trip with Timo, Jesper, and Jonas. They’d all spent a few days in the new apartment sleeping it off. And even when they finally got to work on getting the Devils up and running, they were dead on their feet for a while.

He thinks of that as he helps you out of the car, the garage door clanging and grinding as it shuts. Timo, like him, doesn’t look too bad as he moves to gather the carry-ons from the boot of the car. The other luggage can wait until tomorrow.

“I can stay here, yeah?”

Nico gives him an exasperated look, almost tipping over when you fall out of the car into his arms. You’ve got your feet under you, but your knees are lazily bent and from the way you’re worming into his ribs, Nico’s certain you’re not even carrying half your weight.

“Course you can.” You mumble to Timo, blinking blearily from under Nico’s arm. He laughs under his breath, moving you out of the way so he can close the car door and then he’s dragging you towards the house.

Fighting with the bags, Timo shoves his way into the house. It doesn’t take long for Nico to hear them thump to the floor, Timo obviously giving up on doing anything productive with them.

“Step baby,” Nico instructs you, and you begrudgingly wake yourself up enough to follow him up the couple stairs and into the door. He lets you slump against the wall while he closes and locks up the garage, the sounds of the other boys coming in the front door floating into the laundry room.

Hands under your arms, Nico walks you into the kitchen, dodging the abandoned luggage. “I’m so tired,” you say through a yawn, “why won’t my legs work?”

Timo snorts a laugh at you, leaning heavily on the counter with a bottle of water in his hands. It’s too early in the morning for Johnny to be up, but it only takes a few seconds for pattering paws to come down the staircase.

Suddenly revitalized, you spring to life in Nico’s arms, already shaking him off as you scramble for the bottom of the stairs.

“My baby!” You cry as Moose barrels down the steps, paws sliding on the tile floor and you wrap him up in your arms before he can fall forward. Huddled on your knees, you bury your face in the dog’s neck and pet at his ears, mumbling sweet words. “Oh I missed you so much, Moose.”

He licks at your face, tail wagging in a frenzy behind him and Nico’s heart stings with guilt. He should’ve let you take the stupid dog to Switzerland. They wouldn’t have needed to ask the boys to house-sit and you would’ve been far more comfortable with Moose there. Hell, the dog would’ve done what he was trained to do and saved you from fucking Lena.

Giving you another second to say hi, Nico finally makes his way to stand behind you. He lays a hand on Moose’s head, digging his fingers into the thick fur there and pulling just slightly.

He whistles and Moose shoots up straight like an arrow, looking up at Nico with his tongue hanging out of his mouth. You climb to your feet, petting his ears again and mumbling a quiet “good boy,” when Moose remains still, waiting for Nico to say something to him. Then you wonder off to the fridge, dragging your feet and Moose watching you with big puppy eyes and he shifts impatiently. Wanting to get to you but unable to without Nico’s command.

Taking pity in how overwhelmed the poor dog is, Nico crouches down in front of him. “Musli,” he says guiltily, petting at the side of the dog’s face and Moose leaps into Nico, tackling him to the kitchen floor.

“I’m sorry we left you,” Nico apologizes through a laugh, Moose sniffing and licking at his face and neck. The dog is heavy on his chest, nails digging into Nico’s stomach uncomfortably but Nico simply wraps his arms around him, holding him tightly. “I know, I’ll never do it again.”

Like he’s speaking to him, Moose barks and yelps at Nico, his whole body vibrating with excitement to the point that Nico can’t even hold him still. He curls into himself on the cold tile, shielding his face and laughing as Moose darts between barking in his ear and nipping at his hair.

Moose doesn’t let up until the younger boys mosey into the kitchen, giving Nico a break as he runs over to smell their hands and feet with suspicion.

Panting, Nico groans as he climbs back to his feet. You help straighten out his shirt once he’s upright, dusting off his shoulders and chest before curling into his side, arms wrapped lazily around his waist.

“I’m going to bed,” Jack announces after he’s done petting Moose, stretching his arms over his head. He moves to the stairs, pausing at the bottom one and looking to Nico.

“Work tomorrow?”

For a moment Nico thinks about telling him to be in by 8 as usual, just to see what he’d say or do. But the kid did good work in Switzerland, was on guard 24 hours of the day and didn’t whine once so he gives him a break.

“Nah catch up on your sleep tomorrow,” Nico waves him off, then gestures to the other boys too. “All of you. Come back in when you feel up to shape, yeah?”

It’s like watching them run down the stairs on Christmas morning, Jack whipping around with wide eyes to stare at Luke, Mercer, and Holtz. They all exchange similar looks of excitement, acting like Nico is come cruel and usual boss, and Nico rolls his eyes.

They all take off up the stairs, a renewed energy in them now that they know they can sleep in tomorrow and Nico has a feeling they’re all already planning on squishing into Alex’s room to stay up and play video games.

“Don’t know what room Johnny is in,” you mumble, wincing. “I hope they don’t wake him.”

Nico shrugs, pressing his fingers into the small of your back. “If the dog didn’t wake him I doubt they will.”

Moose trots over to rub against your legs, pushing his butt up when you start scratching by his tail.

“Some house sitter you got there.” Timo snorts, rubbing at his eyes. “Do I get the dog or are you hoarding him now?”

Peering up at Nico for an answer, you bat your eyelashes at him, pleadingly. You’re cute, pressed into his chest with your puppy dog eyes, sleep still evident in every corner of your features. Any other night and he’d relent, even if it meant him sleeping terribly because Moose loves to lay on his feet.

But he’s exhausted and you’re exhausted, and he’s got ideas that don’t involve the dog sitting at the bottom of the bed.

“Aww,” Nico pouts, running his fingers through your hair and your lips begin to perk up, thinking he’s going to agree. “No, he sleeps with Timo.”

“What? Nico!”

Smirking, he pecks a placating kiss to your lips while Timo laughs, giddily. Moose, recognizing Timo’s excitement gallops over to his uncle T, circling his legs a few times.

“You and me bud,” Timo tells him, scratching at the top of his head. Nico did send Moose with him because he wants alone time with you, but now watching his friend fawn over having a cuddling buddy, he thinks it’s probably for the best for Timo too. The guy is good at being chill and happy, easy-go-lucky Timo but Nico knows he’s upset. That underneath the sleep ridden eyes and lazy smile, he’s thinking of Amelia and how yet again he’s had to make the trip back to Jersey without her.

“Go say goodnight,” Nico tells you, nudging you towards Timo. You sigh through your nose, dragging your feet over and he watches with amusement as you dramatically crouch down and wrap your arms around Moose. He can’t hear what you mumble into the dog’s ear but Timo can if the short laugh he lets out is anything to go by. You then wrap yourself around Timo, muttering a goodnight and “please snuggle my baby for me” with sad eyes pointed at Nico.

“I will, I promise.” Timo assures, sharing an amused look with Nico. Then he’s kissing the top of your head and sending you back to Nico, cutting across the kitchen to head for the downstairs bedroom. Moose pads after him happily, tail wagging ever so slightly as they go.

Petulant, you accept Nico’s outstretched hand, letting him tug you into his chest. He wraps you up tightly, squeezing his biceps around your shoulders until you make a choking noise of complaint.

“Hey,” he murmurs, squeezing your side. “Don’t make Timo sleep alone tonight. He just had to say goodbye to Amelia…again.”

“He could come sleep with us too.”

Nico scoffs. “No, I had my years of sharing a bed with Timo.”

You sigh, dramatic as ever. “Ok.”

Taking that as an agreement, Nico walks you towards the living room, wanting to double check that the boys locked the front door and to set the alarm. You follow him easily, sleep catching up to you again and all he has to do is keep you from running into walls as you navigate the dark house.

He turns the deadbolt at the front door, punches in the code for the alarm system and now just has to get you upstairs, out of your traveling clothes and preferably into nothing else.

You get to the base of stairs, shoes hitting the bottom step with a low thump, and then you’re looking up at him, eyes half closed.

“Carry me?”

“I think you can make it,” he says, just to make you even more whiny.

“You gave away my dog. The least you could do is carry me.”

Shaking his head in laughter, Nico scoops you up into his arms, wincing when your foot bangs into the wall. You don’t seem to care though, smiling contently and curling into him with a little sigh.

Nico’s tired and his muscles complain the whole way up, but all he can think about is how he’ll get to do this for the rest of his life with you.

~~~~

Nico wonders how long it’s physically possible for two people to stay in bed.

He remembers practically living under the sheets with you after Philly. It was like you were always hiding from something, shielding yourself behind him and the oversized duvet on his bed. It wasn’t hard for you either, to stay there. You didn’t get stir crazy, didn’t have to force yourself to stay tucked into his side in the mornings.

You craved it almost.

It’s almost funny how similar the past couple days have been to that time. Different circumstances of course. You and him aren’t hiding from anything, you’re preserving it. The bubble you didn’t get to enjoy in Switzerland. Between his father and Lena, there was never no chance to bask in the engagement like he’d originally planned. Even after he officially asked you, there was always something. A house full of boys demanding your attention and time, his siblings trying to repair bonds that had been broken before Nico even hit puberty, and pushing Timo into chasing love.

Now though, the house has gone empty. The boys returned to the loft, Johnny went back to work, and after a full nights rest you came to your senses about Timo’s aching heart and let him take Moose for as many days as he needs.

And Moose gets his own little vacation across town, gets to live it up at the bachelor pad with Timo. A treat for him to make up for the trip you and Nico went on without him.

“I love our home,” you whisper so as to not disturb the mid-morning stillness. Nico can’t see your face but he can imaging the peaceful look on it, the sun filtering in through the currents bathing you in glowing light.

He pecks a kiss to your bare shoulder, flexing the arm he has thrown over your waist. “Me too,” he agrees, but the longer he thinks about it, the more he realizes this morning feels the same as the mornings in Switzerland.

Home was never the house, it’s you.

“I love my ring,” you say, the hint of a smile in your words as you fiddle with the silver band. Nico hasn’t seen you take it off since you got it, and even though it’s probably not smart to sleep with it on, he can’t bring himself to tell you.

He shifts forward, pressing another kiss to the curve where your shoulder meets your neck. “Me too,” he agrees, yet again, wondering where you’re going next with this. How long the two of you can lay here and name the things you love.

You hum at the feeling of his mouth, arching back into a beautiful stretch that elongates your neck and curves your hips towards him. All warm and soft and inviting.

“And I love you,” you preen, left hand slipping under the blankets to grab at his bare thigh. Almost encouragingly you pull at his leg, hiking it over your hip.

“I love you darling.” He says into the base of your jaw, goosebumps rising on his skin as your fingers play with the hair on his leg. Kissing at the corner of your mouth, Nico pushes himself up, your body falling back in the warm alcove he’d previously been occupying. “So much,” he says, settling between your parted thighs.

“Darling,” you hum, looking so beautiful with your hair fanned out across his pillow, the sun dancing on your bare skin, glinting off the necklace lying between your naked breasts. “I like that one.”

Nico leans in, kissing down the column of your throat, following the line of the gold chain. You cup the back of his neck, thumb mindlessly stroking back and forth. “Yeah?” he asks, kissing chastely at the underside of each breast, where you’re the fullest and your skin the hottest.

“Like all the names you give me,” you continue, fingers sliding across his skin to cup his face, drawing him back up to your face.

Your cheeks are flush and full of life, your eyes more content and happy than he’s seen them in weeks. He nudges your nose with his. “Giving you the most important one.”

A girlish giggle bubbles out of you, warm against his lips and his heart throbs in his chest. He never in a million years thought this is where New Jersey would get him. He ran away from his family, from his home, from everything he’d ever known. He expected to just be here, just him and his work, practicing isolationism probably.

Instead he found the one person in the world to ever love him, unconditionally and unselfishly.

“Kuss?” You request, tilting your head to give him a better angle and Nico happy obliges. His lips find yours for a slow and sweet kiss, your legs coming up to wrap around his hips.

Your hands tangle in his hair, threading through his knotted bed head. Nico, half-hard since you pulled that move of stretching back into him, shifts more of his weight on to you.

“Are we ever going to get out of bed?” You ask after tugging on his hair, him groaning delightedly at the way it sends tingles through his scalp.

He kisses you again. “No,” his smile touches your lips, sweet and tender. “S’our honeymoon. We get to do what we want.”

Your eyes light up with laughter, big and shiny and beautiful as you look up at him. Afraid his heart is going to beat right out of his chest if he keeps looking at you, Nico ducks down to mouth at your neck.

“I think you’re jumping the gun there,” you say with mirth, and Nico nips at you in retaliation, subtly grinding his cock against the soft pudge of your stomach.

“Engagement honeymoon,” he reasons, breath hitching when you press up into him, encouragingly, “And I want to celebrate by fucking in the bed we’ll be fucking in for the rest of our lives.”

You laugh, your body curling into him until you’re wrapped around him like a vice. “Oh how romantic Neeky,” you say dreamily, and he smiles at the nickname.

Tugging him back up to your lips for a chaste kiss, you cup his jaw. Unknowingly he bites at his bottom lip and you pull at it with your thumb until he lets up, releasing the full force of his boyish smile. “I don’t think we’re supposed to have the same mattresses for that long.”

“Oh?” He raises an eyebrow, “and how long will that be?”

You purse your lips, humming as you contemplate. “100 years.”

Your thumb traces his bottom lip, fingertip soft and tender, and he moves to press a kiss to the pad of it. “Not long enough,” he whispers, and then because there’s not much else to say, you draw him in for another kiss.

Nico lets you have control of it, holding his face and teasingly licking into his mouth. Tracing his hand down the curve of your side, skin so soft and warm, he takes ahold of his now fully hard cock. Tilting his hips, Nico lines himself up at your entrance, humming in satisfaction when he feels how wet you already are.

“Can I have you, baby?” He mumbles into the kiss, and you nip at his bottom lip in agreement.

“You already do.” It’s just a breath against his face, warm and sticky, and it leaves him aching for more. He captures your lips with his again, guiding his cock through your folds and pressing in when the head catches on your hole.

Your lips part from his, just enough to whimper beautifully against the plushness of his mouth. Nico holds the side of your thigh, hitching it higher up his hip and you go with, pliantly accommodating the extra space he’s demanding between your thighs.

You do so effortlessly, like it’s nothing to make room for him, to accept him. Like after all this time he’s an extension of you.

Nico fucks you slow and filthy, bodies sweat-slicked and hot from being pressed so close together. He kisses you messily, like your lips are his last meal on death row, unrelenting even when you’re panting for air against his desperate kisses. You cling to him, left hand finding his and locking your fingers together above your head, so tightly his knuckles grow white and ache.

The whole time, the band of your ring, now warm against his skin, reminding him that he does in fact already have you, and you have him.

~~~~

Nico’s barely slid into the backseat of the car, slamming the door shut against the biting wind outside before he’s letting out an affronted scoff. In the two seconds it took him to peek at you through the crack between the front seat and door, he knows you’re not even remotely dressed warm enough.

Leaning his elbow onto the center console, he looks you up and down with judgmental eyes.

“Where the fuck is your coat?”

Timo chuckles, shifting the car into drive and pulling away from the curb without even waiting for Nico to buckle up. Mockingly, you turn to him with your jaw dropped.

“Where the fuck is your seatbelt?”

Unamused, he huffs and settles into the backseat. Ignoring your giggling, he buckles but not even two seconds later he’s kicking the back of your seat.

“It’s -1 outside and slushy, where is your coat?”

Immediately he knows he’s messed up, catching the teasing look on your face as you glance the dash where it’s glaringly obvious displaying that it’s 30 degrees right now.

“Wrong side of the pond there, Neeky.” You say, in that tone you always use to annoy him and push at his buttons. It’s never in a truly mean way but a part of him wonders if you’re sharp tongue is back because today was his first day back at work since you’ve returned.

You were just as taunting with him after he returned to work post Philly incident. Sure he’d been attached your hip for a much longer time period than the trip to Switzerland so he expected some bite from you, but this is feeling just as bratty.

Nico decides he’s not even going to try to entertain you, too upset with the fact that it’s freezing temperatures outside and the light rain from earlier is slowly turning to snow. Meanwhile you’re dressed in a white sweater from his side of the closet and a skirt.

“I’m not asking you again.” He gruffs, arms crossed over his chest and you sigh. Then, as if it’s the most perfect excuse in the world, you run your hands over the sheer black fabric on your thighs.

“I wore fleece lined tights.”

Nico huffs in disbelief, knowing there’s no way in hell you actually thought that’d be warm enough except that you do. He can already hear the excuses in his head, the same one you give him every time you want it to snow.

If you dress like it’s not going to be a blizzard, it will in fact be a blizzard. It’s your own form of washing the car just to make it rain the next day. Somehow it always works too.

He doesn’t say anything, settling back into his seat and staring out the windshield as Timo navigates through Newark. Nico has no idea where this new restaurant you were dying to try out is, and he’s about to ask Timo how far away it is but you’re slipping your left hand over the console, wiggling your fingers at him.

The diamond ring on your finger twinkles prettily, reaching for him and he rests his hand on his knee, lacing his fingers through yours and all thoughts of lunch leave his mind. Soothingly, he traces the band of your ring with his thumb, admiring how perfectly your hand looks in his, feels in his.

“Wait where are we going?” You ask and Nico looks up, not sure what direction Timo is supposed to be going in.

“I gotta stop at the loft real quick.” He explains and you pout, slumping in your seat a bit. Stroking his thumb over the back of your hand, Nico and you sit silently the rest of the ride, Timo humming along to his playlist until he’s pulled up to the curb.

“Why wouldn’t you park in the garage?” You ask, a bit snotty and he has to bite back a laugh. Timo should’ve known this unannounced detour would make you crabby, no doubt annoyed at having to wait longer for food you’ve been craving.

“Because we’re just running in real quick.” Timo sasses back, staring at you challengingly as he takes the keys out of the ignition.

“We?” You scoff, “I don’t have a jacket. I’m not getting out.”

As if proving your point, you take your hand back from Nico and cross your arms over your chest, staring out the front windshield like you’ve got all the time and patience in the world.

“Bro,” Timo sighs, looking to Nico with pleading eyes. He doesn’t particularly want to take his friend’s side over yours but it’s looking like this whole thing will go a lot quicker if you just get out of the car. And the quicker this is, the sooner they can get some food in you.

Nico huffs, unbuckling and sliding forward until he can peer around the seat at you. Encouragingly, he wraps his fingers around your bicep and squeezes. “Come on baby, it’ll be quick and I’ll give you my coat.”

Petulantly, you undo your seatbelt and climb out of the car, shutting the door on both of them. Nico sighs, shooting Timo a glare as he reaches for his door handle. “Gee thanks for pissing her off, T.”

“Me?” He squeaks, “you did this! She’s been a monster all day because she misses you.”

Nico can’t help but smile, endeared by the fact that you ache for him so much when he’s gone you turn into a little demon. Maybe he shouldn’t be basking in joy that you’ve been making Timo’s day hell, but it’s sweet how much you want to be around Nico all the time. He’s missed you today too.

Slipping out of the car and knocking it shut with his hip, Nico peels off his warm wool coat, and finds you shivering on the sidewalk, arms hugging your body. You’re still glaring at Timo, but when Nico steps up beside you and wraps his coat over your shoulders, you blink up at him with that pretty Bambi look in your eyes.

Putting your arms into the sleeves, he button the top loop for you, huddling you under his arm. And then just because he missed you and because he can, Nico kisses the top of your snow spackled hair, not caring how cold it is against his lips.

“Hurry up you big babies!” Timo grumbles over his shoulder, rushing towards the front door of the building. He begins impatiently hitting the button for the top loft apartment, insistent buzzing filling the air.

Following after him, you and Nico step up to the door and you wait until you’re in earshot of Timo to mock his words in a high-pitch mumble. Luckily the door clicks open before Timo can say anything else, and Nico yanks it open to usher you inside.

The ride up to the top floor is tension filled. Timo pointedly ignoring you, eyes practically stuck on the ceiling of the elevator as you watch his every move through a squinted glare. And yet Nico is painfully biting at the inside of his cheek to keep from smiling too much, throughly entertained and surprised by how petty and childish you can be when hungry and upset.

He’d forgotten that despite your achingly sweet personality, you can get even meaner than Nico under the right circumstance.

The elevator opens and Nico guides you down the hall with a hand on your neck, nudging Timo with his elbow when his friend falls in by his side. He' trying to tell him to lighten up, that you're literally just hungry and while regressing to a five year old when you haven't eaten isn't the most attractive characteristic of yours, it's not that big a deal.

Except Timo is just as touchy as you right now, probably still dealing with the heartache of his long distance girlfriend and Moose was no longer at Timo's for sleepovers. The guy is just a little lonely, Nico thinks.

It's a tough situation for him to be in the middle of.

"After you," Timo sighs with faux politeness, motioning to the front door of the loft. Crossing your arms, you look Timo up and down, popping your hip out patiently and again Nico is fighting back laughter. It's not often he sees you and Timo like this, but it is hilarious.

"It's your errand, you go first."

If this were one of those old cartoons with the cat and mouse, steam would be rolling out of Timo's ears. As much Nico wants this to go on, wants to see if you and Timo will go as far as swatting each other, it's better if this just rolls on so he can get some food in you.

"Alright, relax," he says, ducking around you to open the door. He's barely turned the knob, walking in backwards and dragging you with him by the hand when Timo sticks his foot out to make you stumble. Nico's steady hand keeps you from falling but it does nothing to stop you from shaking the sleeve of Nico's coat over your free hand, whipping the sewed edge of it at Timo's arm and chest.

"Ow!" Timo complains, swatting at your hand "Nico your wife is being a child!"

Harshly, you shove him into the edging of the door. "Nico your best friend is being a little bitch." You mock, sticking your tongue out at him.

Finally, he breaks, cackling in amusement as Timo bullies his way into the loft and kicks the door shut behind him. He stands over you, eyes narrowed in irritation, but you simply glare back up at him, sleeves hanging over your hands, and even drowning in his coat you seem more menacing than Timo.

"For the love of god there has to be snacks here," Nico mumbles, taking ahold of your elbow and dragging you down the entryway. Huffing, you pliantly follow after him, Timo's heavy footfall trailing behind you.

Nico's just rounded the entryway into the the living room/kitchen when he notices the large white and gold balloons framing the walk way. Before he can ask though, you're all coming face to face with every Devs member, girlfriends and wives included.

"Surprise!" They shout, Jack's screech louder than everyone else and Nico thinks no one should be able to sound that shrill when wearing a button up and tie.

The place is decorated to T. White and classy, elegant tablecloths on what looks like catered Italian food filled tables. The furniture has been swiped out for tall, round tables, all centered with white flower arrangements and candles in the center. Hanging from the ceiling above the balcony doors is a banner, beautiful calligraphy writing out Nico and Y/n Forever in black with gold detailing.

He smiles, looking over to find that the fight has drained out of you, instead replaced with a look of awe. You're eyes are wide and glossy, that most perfect smile of your stretched across your cheeks and you laugh emotionally.

"Yeah surprise," Timo says dully, peeking over your shoulder before ducking around to join the party. You roll your eyes, shoving him as he goes but you're still smiling so Nico doesn't worry too much.

"Are you gonna hug us or what?” Jack demands, barreling forward and wrapping his long arms around you. You squeeze him back, giggling and thanking him.

“I just let you guys use my place,” he says, then looks to Nico with an innocent gleam in his eyes, arms spread wide.

“My place, technically.” Nico corrects, but he accepts the hug from the elder Hughes boy. He’s quickly followed by Luke who you happily wrap up in a hug.

“Yeah well anyway,” Jack continues, “Nicole and Nola pretty much did it all. With permission of Jesp and Jonas of course but yeah the girls are better planners.”

Caught entirely off guard, you look to Nico with wide eyes. Like the idea of the girls doing something nice for you is so foreign, so unknown to you. Maybe you’re expecting to hear that Nico had a part in it, but he didn’t.

The surprise was as much his as yours, though probably not as personally as it seems to be touching you.

You go oddly quiet after that, letting Luke take the coat from your shoulders to put in Alex’s room, looking Nico over in disapproval. “No coat? Come on man, it’s snowing out there.”

Nico doesn’t even bother defending himself. The two of you bounce around the room greeting everyone and thanking them, letting them look at your ring for nothing longer than a moment and it’s cute, how protective you are over it. Cute until Nico thinks that maybe you’re guarding it, hiding your hand in the crook of his elbow so that they can’t take it, or even imply it shouldn’t be on your hand.

Like you’re worried someone here will say you don’t deserve it.

He can’t help it after that, watching you far too closely. His hello’s and thank you’s come off as dismissive, his attention on you and how you slowly keep shrinking even further into his side.

Even when Jesper and Jonas approach, the girls flanking them, you don’t melt into your usually bubbly personality, don’t offer big hugs like you did Alex and Luke and the younger boys. An awkward side hug with the girls and a wave to the boys, lips in a tight smile as you thank them. It sounds genuine, even if you appear as if you’d rather be anywhere but here right now.

Nico doesn’t even know what to do, what went so wrong that as greetings went on you felt more and more unwelcome.

“How was Switzerland?” Jonas asks you, eagerly “Did you like it?”

Heart dropping in his chest, Nico runs a hand his face. Unbelievable, of all things to ask at a time where you look like you’re walking on eggshells.

“It was beautiful,” you respond, a genuine smiling pulling at your lips, a bit strained but it’s something. You don’t say anything else about it, gaze shifting from Jonas to the table food behind him and Nico thinks that maybe you’re just hungry still.

“I’m starving,” Nico complains, patting at his stomach for dramatic effect. Then, as warning to drop the subject of Switzerland and to give you an out he adds, “And I’ll lose my appetite if I have to talk about my family again so we’re gonna go get plates.”

“Yeah of course!” Nola jumps in, waving you towards the food with a friendly smile. “John was on catering duty, said only the best pasta for his amanti.”

You snort at the nickname, clearing your throat to hide the little snicker. “Thank you guys again. This is all really sweet.”

Offering another little smile, you look up at Nico expectantly and he doesn’t waste a second before leading you towards the catering, your arm wrapped tightly around his.

Luke, with an already dirty plate in hand, is plopping more spoonfuls of Alfredo onto his plate, sandwiching it between two pieces of garlic bread. He looks up when you approach, pointing the serving spoon down towards the dish.

“This shit is so good,” he practically moans, setting the spoon down and placing his other piece of bread on top until a towering pasta sandwich takes up the plate.

You gape at him, blinking a few times in awe before shaking your head. “You might be a genius Lukey,” you breath and then your wiggling out Nico’s hold to get you and him a plate, not sparing him a second glance as you shove his plate into his hands and go about serving.

Luke follows you dutifully, leaning over your shoulder and offering mumbled pointers as you serve your own arrangement of pasta and bread. Deciding that you’re comfortable enough for the moment, Nico starts serving his own pesto, realizing that John has picked your favorite Italian restaurant. You don’t eat there very often, at least not inside, but you always order delivery or takeout. It was a place you used to eat at with your parents when you were a child, but ever since falling out with them, you don’t go inside.

Nico’s not sure if you’re more afraid of seeing them in there or not seeing them in there. Of realizing that they’ve got a whole different life now, one that doesn’t include the place you all shared.

“Thank god she’s eating,” Timo suddenly says, appearing by Nico’s side and picking up his own plate. In tandem, the two of them switch off serving from the numerous different platters.

“Yeah she’s not in the best mood,” Nico agrees, quietly. “She’s not a big of surprises either though so you might’ve pissed her off even more.”

Timo’s mouth falls open. “What? Are you serious? She’s more mad?”

Nico shrugs. You’re not mad exactly, more annoyed maybe but even that doesn’t describe it entirely. You just look…uncomfortable and defensive.

“I don’t know what’s wrong,” he finally explains, glancing down the table to where you and Luke are digging through the garlic bread for the biggest piece. “I’m hoping she’ll talk to me after she eats.”

“Weird,” Timo hums, thoughtfully. They sit in brief moment of silence before Timo looks around as if realizing something.

“Do you think it’s everybody?” He asks, hushed. “I mean she’s close with the stooges that live here and Johnny but everyone else…”

“Not so much,” Nico adds, a lightbulb going off in his head. Technically they’re his friends, at least in your eye they are. You’re putting up walls because you feel like the odd one out, surrounded by people that have been in Nico’s life for years but barely scratched the surface in yours.

You’ve always had a hard time letting people in for real, letting them see more than just the surface. You’d been taught from a young age how to present yourself, what others should see and Nico has seen first hand what that upbringing has done to hurt you.

Sighing softly, Nico shares a knowing look with Timo before they follow you down the line of the table, grabbing their last few items before crowding around the round table you followed Luke too.

Nico takes the seat next to you, left hand finding your thigh in what he hopes in a comforting presence. You glance at him, smiling softly in thanks before turning to Timo on the other side of the table.

“A quick errand huh?” You tease, “you’re lucky I didn’t hit you harder for this.”

Timo scoffs, a smile playing at his lips. “I should’ve hit you harder for calling me a bitch.”

Pleased with yourself, you giggle, all beautiful and bubbly, twirling your fork in your pasta. Jack, lazily picking at the label of a beer bottle, snorts.

"The whole place heard that, by the way-" he must kick Timo under the table because he flinches, glaring over at Jack "you little bitch."

Suddenly offended, you scoff and jostle Nico's hand as you kick Jack in this shin even harder than he kicked Timo. "Hey, only I get to call him that!"

The meal seems to ease you. You've still got a little bite to your attitude, snarky comments directed at almost all the boys and then you slink back into Nico's arm, batting your eyelashes at him when the boys whine. He knows the game, knows exactly what you're doing. Lucky for you, Nico has always been down to play your games, knows that he'll always end up on the receiving end if he aids you, so he keeps quite and broody, silencing the boys with a look when they start to bitch at him.

What can Nico say except happy wife, happy life, right?

And you are happy, at least you look like you’re trying to be happy but eventually the food is cleared away and Jack is setting up his switch for everyone to take turns playing Just Dance and Nico can see the moment you look around and panic.

No one has volunteered to go first yet, no one fighting over spots but he’s certain Nola and Jonas are about to spin around and pin first game to you and Nico. You must know it too because you’re slow to move from the table, cautious eyes watching everyone else get up and for a second, it’s like you’ve forgotten Nico is even there. Sly, like you’re going to follow behind Timo to the dance area, you get up from the table and Nico follows suite, prepared to follow whatever path you feel like taking today.

Except you pause, hanging back behind everyone and then you’re moving for the hallway to the bedrooms, quick like you’re trying to make a getaway. You only get a couple steps before freezing, turning around with wide and glossy eyes to meet his confused gaze.

Something is wrong. Something is very, very wrong.

Wordlessly, you hold your hand out to him and he takes it, letting you lead him down the hall and into Alex's room. You drop his hand and he locks the door, turning to you at the choked sound of your breathing.

It's been awhile but he knows that sound. Remembers listening for it every time the sound of glass clinking or shattering filled the air. Remembers waking up to it in the middle of the night, listening to you gasp and wheezy against his neck while he held you, begging you to focus on him, to follow his lead.

"Baby," he calls, carefully and softly. He should've known this would happen, should've known that it was adrenaline keeping you going in Switzerland, that as soon as you were home with no distraction it would all hit. You were hurt, badly, twice by his family and he should've done something. He should've been told about this party, given a warning so that he could tell Timo no, that you're not ready to be in this environment.

But he was too caught up in everything, blinded by the rose tinted glasses, by the engagement honeymoon with you.

"M'fine," you say, but you're holding a hand over your heart, choking in shallow breathes, and he's knows you're not fine.

Nico does what he knows best. He gathers you up in his arms, a hand on the back of your neck and you bury your nose in his shoulder, rigid and trembling as he squeezes you as tightly as he can.

“I’m ok, really.” You mumble into his shirt, and he nods. You’re ok, here with him. He knows you’re ok, because you’re always ok with him. Even when you’re panicking like this, when your fear of something has clawed its way into your lungs and is suffocating, he knows you’ll be ok.

But he likes to hold you through it, to hold you steady, to be there to fight for you if you need him to.

He waits until your breathing has leveled, the muscles of your back and neck relaxing under his hands.

“Please talk to me baby,” he begs, resting his chin on top of your head. “What happened? I mean, you haven’t had a panic attack since-“

“Switzerland,” you cut him off, meekly. “I had one in Switzerland.”

Nico hesitates. You had one in Switzerland? He hadn't been told, hadn't been there for that. It couldn't have been when he was sleeping, because he always wakes up when you do, has ever since Philly. So when was it? Why did you hide it from him?

"When?" He asks, and then he suddenly has the devasting thought that maybe it was that night he left you in the hospital by yourself, hoping you'd simply sleep through all the bad things.

"At the party," you whisper, "when I said I went out for fresh air it."

You were lying, in a way. Maybe you were going for fresh air, hoping it would curb the attack, or maybe you were running from the party to fight through it alone. Either way, it happened right under his nose and not only did he miss that, it lead to Lena getting her hands on you.

This is even worse than him originally thinking it happened in the hospital. At least then he was doing something productive, not just distracted by poker and beer, and at least in the hospital you would've had doctors and nurses and Nina.

Nico hides his face in your hair, squeezing his eyes shut as he tries to find off the wave of guilt making his head spin.

"What happened?" He begs, "Why didn't you tell me?"

"It was too hard," you respond, not much of an answer but he doesn't have to prod anymore, because here, in his arms, you let the words pour out of your mouth freely. Things you've been holding in for weeks. Things that he missed.

"I couldn't make friends with those girls Nico, even when I tried. I didn't get their jokes and I don't get Swiss German and I was nobody to them. I just-freaked out I guess. All of sudden everything was too much.

"I was being watched and didn't know by who, and I was so mad at you but I couldn't say it and you were mad at me too, and I just didn't know anything."

Stupid, Nico thinks, he's so fucking stupid. For this whole thing, this whole trip. He should've just mailed the ring to the states and proposed to you here, somewhere safe. Instead he tried to play the whole boy-next-door bit, taking you to his childhood home to meet his family and his friends, to try and be the carefree and social teenager he used to be. Stupidly, he thought maybe you'd see that his life at least had some love in it, that he's capable of loving you forever.

He should've known that after everything he did, he can't be his old self in his old home ever again. All he did was let you get hurt.

"I tried to look at you, to look for you but then I couldn't breathe and I was just running. It wasn't until I was outside that I realized what I did but then-"

"I know," Nico interjects, not wanting to here this again. He'd heard it one too many times already, saw the footage one too many times already.

The room goes still. You wrap your arms around his waist, step further into his chest until your clinging to him like a lifeline. He holds you like he's trying to hold every little piece together.

"Why is it so hard?" You whisper after a moment, sounding so small. "Making friends? Why can't I just talk to them? Even Nola and Nicole, I don't-"

You don't finish the sentence. You don't have too. Nico already understands. All this time it's been you and him, you and Timo. He cushioned you after your friends and family rejected you, surrounded you with him and Timo and the boys he knew loved you because he never wanted you to feel out of place again. But he also made it harder for you to step away, to let more people into your life. There was no room, no need for anyone else because he was trying to be everything for you.

He can't speak. His throat has gotten choked up with every stupid little mistake he made that got you to this point. It like a huge snowball, building up and up until it turned into an avalanche pouring down on you. And at the center of it all is him being the one that took you away from your family, that divided you and your friends.

"You're my best friend Nico," you say, certain and proud, tone stronger than before. "You have been for a long time."

He can feel your smile against his neck, the way you squeeze him just a little tighter and it rattles something lose in his throat, gives him enough space to speak. "You're my best friend too."

It's different than with Timo and the boys. Obviously Timo is his best friend too, has been since they were kids and Timo moved into his neighborhood. And he'd still say Timo is his best friend, just as you consider him.

But his friendship is different with you. He doesn't even know how to explain it. You know him so deeply, inside and out, and have always loved everything about him. He doesn't really believe in soulmates, never saw any evidence in the world of two people belonging so wholly to each other, but you might be his. How else would the universe explain how he feels about you?

Because best friends doesn't feel like enough even if it's true. And girlfriend doesn't either, so he made you his fiancée, yet that's not enough either, so he'll make you his wife. Somehow he knows that won't encompass everything the way it should either.

Your his soulmate.

"Maybe I was just meant to have you," you say thoughtfully, "like the world used up all my friendships in you."

It's a somewhat sad thought, even if it's sweet.

"I think what we have is something else entirely," Nico tells you, "And I think sometimes it's just hard to find real friends, especially with the life we have."

"What if it's just me? What if I'm unlikeable?"

Nico almost laughs at the ridiculousness of it all. You and unlikeable shouldn't even be in the same sentence. He's never seen anyone dislike you. Even your shitty college friends. They liked you so much they hated him. It's always been obvious that they weren't exactly concerned for your safety running around with him and the mob. Even if that was the excuse. No, they were upset because he was sending private drivers and cars to pick you up whenever you asked, reserving you VIP spots at clubs and bars in Jersey, letting you bring them along even if his boys never showed an interest in any of them

The problem was never you.

"It's not you baby," he swears, "Everyone loves you, especially the boys. Look at how they tripped over themselves to get to you first today. How they dropped everything and went to Switzerland for you, no questions asked."

You make an unconvinced noise. “They’re loyal to me because you told them to be.”

He shakes his head, wondering how you can be so smart but so oblivious at the same time. “Mercer is for sure on your side. He bit my head off in Switzerland for letting you get hurt.”

“He only went with me to get rid of Rino because you told him to pick me." You insist, "And yeah Timo is my friend but he was really yours first.”

Nico doesn't even know what else to say. It's like he's holding a bright neon sign in front of your fac but you won't open your eyes. Baby…”

“Remember when Jack said I only have friends you pay to hang around me?" You ask and Nico scowls. Yes, he does remember that. And he remembers giving Jack the worst shifts and jobs for a whole week after that, because even if it was a joke made during a stupid TikTok, it was too far. "Maybe he was right and that’s fine because it hurts less to have to have to pay for my friends than have them just never choose me.”

You say it so casually, so innocently. Like it's the only right answer, the only thing you fully believe. You've actually accepted this crazy idea that you don't deserve friends. Nico wishes he could track down every painfully moment that led you to thinking that and wipe it from existence.

Instead, he focuses on what he knows he can prove to you, on the things happening right in front of you.

"The girls are choosing you," he says, gently because the last thing he wants to do is scare you away, to make you shut down by insisting you're wrong. "They threw his whole party for you-"

"For us."

"For us," he amends, "but it's still for you too. They're trying to be your friend. I think they just don’t know how.”

You hum, unimpressed. "What do you mean?"

"It's different for you in the Devs, they know that. They know you have to be more careful, have to not be so trusting and I think they don't really know how to get around that."

He's caught your attention with that one, can tell by the way you start to mindlessly fiddle with the hem of his sweater behind his back, thinking. “I don’t know how to either Nico. The only person I’ve ever won over is you.”

Oh, you're so sweet and beautiful and dumb sometimes, Nico thinks lovingly. You didn't win him over because there was never any competition. From the very second he saw you at the Rock, when that perfect smile of yours caught his eye, that was it. He couldn't even put up a fight.

He moves to peer down at you, warmth alighting his chest when you rest your chin on him, look up at him with curious and vulnerable eyes.

“You somehow got Katja to be a mother so you’re a lot more impressionable than you think.” He assures. You get that flustered look on your face, cheeks tinging red and he can't help but trace the little splotches with his thumb.

"I know people sold you short your whole life baby, but you shouldn't. We all love you here, all want you here. It's just hard for everyone to know how to get you to open up. After everything with Philly and then me basically hiding you away, they're just afraid of doing something wrong."

"Probably more scared of you then me." You mutter, a teasing glint in your eye. Nico eases up, muscles relaxing at your playfulness.

"Maybe," he agrees, tucking your hair behind your ear so he can peck a kiss to your cheekbone. "You going to be ok?"

You nod.

"Are we still giving Timo a hard time?"

You hum, thinking and he laughs. "No I guess not, but I'm not saying sorry either."

"You don't have to." He assures, "you weren't mean, just teasing."

Knowing he's lying you giggle, rising to your toes and catching his lips in a kiss. Nico lets you have a few minutes of just kisses and giggles, easing you as much as possible before going back out to the party.

You rejoin the party and if anyone notices your absence, they don't comment on it. He thinks maybe Timo covered for you, because he catches his friends eye across the room, nodding when Timo simply raises an eyebrow.

Just Dance has turned into some kind of Nintendo Sports Golf tournament, most of the boys and kids entertained by the video game on the giant TV. But the girls are still lingering around the tables, chatting idly and sipping flutes of champagne. Nico catches you watching them, sees the nervous rise and fall of your chest.

You can do this, he says internally, sends the good thought your way because he knows you've always had a way of reading his mind. Squeezing his hand, you look to him with pleading eyes. Nico just barely has to smile, tilting his head as if to say go ahead, I've got you baby.

You let out a calming breath, lips curling just the slightest bit and then you're letting go of his fingers, making your way over to the table with Nicole and Nola and some of the others. They greet you eagerly, making room for you around the table and Kristen pours you a flute of champagne.

Nico watches you for a moment, notices the still nervous shake of your hands and the way your smile has gone shy, but you make no move to run. In fact, your letting them tug on your left hand to see your ring, leaning in to talk excitedly with Nola and then he lets himself wonder over to Timo and Jonas.

"Can't believe you gave my best friend away," Timo teases him, holding out a beer for Nico to take. Jonas laughs too, looking over towards the girl and then giving Nico an impressed look.

"Thought it'd take a few more tries to get her to leave your side."

Timo snorts. "More like get him to leave her side."

Nico thinks of maybe defending himself but he can't because he does feel oddly lacking without you. Even if you're just across the room, it's weird to not have you looking at him from time to time, or running over to tell him something, or just to give him a kiss. Not detrimentally so, but enough the he feels a bit awkward, doesn't know what to do the hand that's usually thrown over you shoulder or resting on your lower back.

It's a welcome ache though, worth the slight discomfort, because that night when it's just the two of you again, you tell him all about Nicole going to the rival high school, how she didn't grow up too far from you actually, and Nola wants to try yoga but won't go alone and hates going with Jonas so she's gonna try it with you and Timo.

And he practically kisses you silly when you curl into side under the covers, peeking up at him with wet eyes and a watery smile when you whisper, "I made friends Nico."

~~~~

An overwhelming amount of papers lay across his desk, the cute little knickknacks and framed photo of you and him at a concert last summer wiped away and stacked off to the side to make room for everything.

Nico doesn’t know how you’ll react, if you’ll even want to read through all this stuff but he laid it out for you anyway. You like reading, like analyzing numbers and information like this. He remembers how well you did it with what you so fondly called the Steel Deal. The acquisition of Johnny from the Penguins.

The memory of you, proud and confident when you presented him with that deal -more like surprised him with it actually- because he hadn’t even thought about trying to bring Johnny to Jersey. And he hadn’t thought you’d want to be doing deals for the Devs after Philly. He thought you’d want to keep a low profile.

Instead, after the initial recovery, you jumped head first into training with Timo, into learning anything and everything they were willing to teach you, into tagging along with Nico on routine check ups around the city.

He thinks of that girl, by his side for everything, so certain in her place. It took work but you seemed to find your spot, to find the things you genuinely liked doing for the Devs. He could see the way it eased you, you smiled easier, went through the day happy, knowing you found somewhere you belonged.

And he thinks of the girl he saw at the engagement party a few days ago, how unsure she was, how defensive. He hasn’t seen you like that since those few months stretching between him breaking up with you and coming home from Philly.

You weren’t happy then, weren’t yourself. It was like a shell of the person he knows and loves. You looked small, felt small, and Nico swore then and there he’d never let you feel like that again. He’d always show you that you’re worth a lot more than you think.

But he coddled you too much, and while it’s kept you pretty safe so far, it’s also hurt you. He wrapped you in a safety net and tied it tight, didn’t leave room for you to grow under his protection. Nico didn’t encourage you the way he should’ve.

He’ll spend the rest of his life being your biggest fan.

Starting here. In this mess of papers and contracts and legal documents.

His biggest deal. His smartest decision. This is what he’ll be remembered for. At least he hopes.

Nico doesn’t know where in the house you are, he just knows that you and Timo got back a little bit ago with hoards of grocery bags on your arms. Staring there, he lightly closes the door to his office and makes his way to the kitchen.

He pauses outside the living room, finding you on the couch in a surprisingly darker environment than he thought it’d be. Maybe it wasn’t just a little bit ago that he saw Timo because it’s well past five judging by the darkness outside the windows and his friend is no where to be seen.

You’re laying in the corner of the couch, nestled in the cushions that have gotten overly soft from you and him always favoring that spot. A fluffy white blanket is thrown over your lap, bunched up against your torso but not enough to hide that fact that you’ve got one of his crewnecks on, a soft grey one that has St. Moritz stitched into it with a little embroidered Swiss flag underneath.

Nico’s had that thing for years. Luca had bought it for him when he was about 13 during a birthday trip for Nico. It was on sale because all that was left in size was a 2XL in US sizes but the fabric was soft and Nico kept rubbing his fingers on the sleeve when he walked by it.

Luckily he grew into it and a decade later the thing is still hanging on, even if Nico doesn’t wear it anymore. You wear it plenty though, especially around the holidays and he wonders what about it makes you pull it out every November.

Moose, curled up at your feet on couch lifts his head when Nico moves into the living room. You pull your gaze from the television, looking to Nico and he smiles at the way your eyes go starry.

“Done with work?” You ask, biting at your bottom lip and he feels a little bad for not paying attention to the time, for working late when he didn’t mean to. It’s obvious by your expression that you’ve been patiently waiting for him, not wanting to interrupt him working.

He leans over you, hands sinking into the couch cushions and presses a kiss to your lips. “Need you to come look at something real quick,” he says, then kisses you again.

“Then you’ll be done?”

You’re so sweet, trying to be subtle about wanting his attention. It’s funny that in moments like this, when it’s pertained to work, you’ll be polite, but any other time you get demanding and whiny.

Or mean, he laughs to himself, thinking of you with Timo earlier this week.

“Then I’ll be all yours.” He confirms.

A slow smile takes over your face. Taking that as an agreement, Nico tugs the blanket off of you, tossing it over Moose. The dog doesn’t budge, remaining curled up in the warmth.

Taking your hand, Nico leads you down the hall and to his office. You pause in the doorway, taken aback as you look over the state of his office.

“Did you work from home all day?”

Nico hums, ushering you in with a hand on your hip. “Started the morning at Sötis,” he explains, leaning back against the doorway as you trail further into the room.

“And then came home to do some light reading?” You tease, rounding his desk. Just as he expected, you trail your fingers over the top papers, glancing at all the information laid out.

Briefly, you look up at him through your eyelashes, innocently awaiting his reaction. He wouldn’t ever stop you from knowing important information about the Devils, wouldn’t deny you the knowledge of the business.

Especially not a business that is half yours.

“Go ahead,” he encourages. Not needing to be told twice, you drag his chair over and curl up in it, shifting through the stacks. He’s patient, watching you greedily read every word laid out before you.

He’s not sure which stack you’re currently on but he knows exactly which one is going to make you jump from that chair. The one littered with your name, signed and authorized by him and made legal by his lawyers.

Nico wasn’t exactly keeping it from you. If you ever asked, ever sifted through his desk just for the hell of it, he would’ve been fine with you knowing. It’s taken him months to get it all written up, properly laid out.

But it wasn’t until the engagement party that he officially signed the last bit of his plans. The papers dividing the Devils organization into two halves.

“Nico,” you mumble, a hint of disbelief in your tone. A sly smile curls at his lips, seeing the pinch between your eyebrows and the confusion in your gaze. Under it all though, is a hint of awe.

“What is this?”

He pushes off the doorway, arms crossed over his chest and he plays the fool. “I don’t know. What does it say?”

You blink, look back down at the papers and then up at him. “It says I own Hischier enterprises.”

Trying not to laugh, Nico hums and looks over your shoulder, ignoring the way your craning your neck to look up at him, to find answers in his features.

“Would you look at that,” he says, running his hand through your hair, settling it on your neck. “It sure does.”

He does laugh when you roll your eyes, pushing yourself up from his chair and placing the contacts back on his desk. Taking a hold of his shoulders, he lets you steer him into the chair, kneeing his legs apart so you can settle in his lap.

You collect the papers again, holding them in front of him. “Explain. Now.”

So he does. Yeah he could wait and make you read through it all on your own, realize what he’s been working on for the past few months, but it’ll mean more from him.

Reading it makes it seem like business, like he’s forcing this change upon you. Hearing it from him though, is how it should be. He can explain that it’s not just because, that it’s not just a deal. You’ve earned this, you deserve this.

After everything you gone through with him, this is yours. And come what may, it’ll always be yours.

Nico has officially turned the Devils into a legal entity under the name Hischier Enterprises. The official parent company of the Rock, Sötis, Red Rose Flower Boutique, and more. Every business the Devils have stock in, have partner ownership of, is now under Hischier Enterprises.

Starting January 1st, the newly appointed CEO is none other than Y/n Hischier.

He can see the moment it hits you. When your eyes go all moony and look to him like he might be crazy, like he maybe made the worst decision ever but you still love him for it.

“That’s crazy,” you say, as if your face wasn’t already telling him that. “I can’t run the devils, I mean where are you? Your name isn’t on any of this anymore Nico.”

He pries your left hand off the contract, bringing it up to his lips to press a calming kiss to the back of it. You let out a slow breath at the action, sinking into the arm he’s got wrapped around you.

“No my name isn’t on it. I’m in charge of the other half now.”

Before you can so much as take another breath, he continues, all the while soothingly trailing his thumb up your ring finger until it meets the cool metal of your ring, and then down to your freshly manicured nail.

Your name is on everything because he’s just made the Devils legal through Hischier Enterprises, and he’s done it under the name of someone with a squeaky clean record, someone who has no trace back to organized crime. You.

As for him and the boys, the Devils will remain operational just as they had before. Instead of him juggling both the welfare of their protected companies and the Devs activities off the books, he’ll simply do the latter. You’re now in charge of managing books, expanding investments, and protection. The legal face of the Devils.

Nico and his boys will keep up their under the table deals, their Jersey contracts, the buy offs and bribes. Everything illegal will be kept away from you. In fact the only time Hischier Enterprises will ever technically be doing business with the Devs, will be when Nico feeds money through the businesses to make it clean.

“You’re giving me all of this?” You ask in disbelief. “What about the others? I mean Jesper and Jonas have been around this whole time. Even Timo, he should be doing this-“

“He will be,” Nico interjects “if you want him too. You’ll need a team to join you, and all of the boys know they’re available to you. So whoever you choose will be working under you now.

“I’ve got some recommendations of course. Keep Timo obviously. You two work together better than him and I ever have. I’d like to offer up Mercer too though, give him a bigger role. I think we both know after Switzerland that he’s ready for it.”

Nico gives you a moment to think, to take it all in. It’s a lot, he knows that. You do looked a little more shocked than he thought you would, like you never imagined you’d be this important to the Devils. It almost makes him laugh, how you still don’t get it.

Maybe he’ll be spending the rest of his life still trying to convince you that you’re the heart of the Devils.

Finally, a look of acceptance washes over you. Tucking your hair behind your ear, you sit up straight, taking on an air of leadership.

There she is, Nico thinks. This is the girl that he’s put in charge, the one that knows herself, is sure of herself. The smart girl that took his breath away from the moment she opened her mouth.

“I’ll take Mercer,” you agree, eyes looking at him with so much warmth he already knows he’s going to agree to whatever comes out of your mouth next. “If you keep Jack.”

“Okay,” Nico agrees easily, but you’re not done. Holding up a finger to stop him.

“As your second hand.”

He already knows where this is going. You’re going to take Luke, train him under you, and Nico will keep Jack. They’ve been at each other’s sides since the moment Luke got here, and then he got lost in the mess of cleaning you up after Philly.

Luke’s abilities have taken a back seat, tucked away by his brother acting as boss for the first few months of his time in Jersey. He hasn’t been able to grow and Jack has been held back making up for it.

Separate them and they’ll have room to grow.

Most importantly though, you trust Jack to have Nico’s back. If you and him are going to be running things separately now, if you’re going to be taking some of his men, you’re going to leave the one you know would protect him the way you would. And Jack is that guy.

Just to be sure, he asks, “Jack? You believe in him enough to do that?”

There’s no hesitation in your response. “Yeah I do.”

He nods and that’s that. Come the new year and Jack will begin training to back up Nico.

Pleased, you smile and tuck the papers back into a pile, sitting back into his hold. He presses his thumb into the dimple on your back, tucking you under his chin and giving you time to let it all hit.

He can’t bombard you with the rest, not until you’re ready.

“I can’t believe you did this Nico,” you say after a while, a hint of giddiness in your tone. Chuckling, he flexes his leg to jolt you. Your hand grabs at his stomach, using him to steady yourself.

“You didn’t think all that training with Timo and me was for nothing, did ya?”

It’s out there now. This was always the plan. For years it’s been the plan. The universe threw the smartest, most determined woman in the world in his lap and he didn’t take it for granted.

You were always meant for this.

“I don’t know,” you shrug, “I just trusted you and Timo. Knew it would all work out.”

Nico presses a kiss to the top of your head. “Smart girl,” he compliments, then pats at your hip to get you to sit up. “Something else here for ya, baby.”

He presses his chest to you back, leaning over the desk with you and he points out which files are for which businesses, which stack holds all the information on the boys in case you want to study up on their numbers before choosing. Just as you’d done so beautifully with Johnny. He shows you the folder with potential future investments, the ethical studies and profit profiles on them. All things he knows you and Timo are capable of doing. Will happily do.

Eventually, he gets to the last folder. Slides it across the desk until it sits in front of you, begging to be opened.

Assets.

Nico squeezes your side encouragingly, and your nimble fingers flip it open. Inside lays every document listing every one of his personal assets. The vehicles in the garage, the Suite at MetLife, the jet, the penthouse apartment he lived in when he met you, the house you’re currently sat in, and the one you stayed at all the way in Switzerland.

At the top of every single one is your name.

Signing that last one over was a trick, because he needed another Hischier witness to sign alongside him. But Luca was more than happy, even if he did grill Nico a bit about sighing all his property and worth over to you.

Add it all up and it’s still not worth her, Nico had said in explanation. It went unspoken but they both knew his intention.

You get it all and Nico gets you.

“You didn’t,” you gasp, slamming the folder shut. Like it won’t be true if you can’t see it. “Nico you did not take your name off of everything.”

You shove the file back across the desk, tucking your hands between your thighs and he laughs. He didn’t really know what he was expecting reaction wise but wigging out like this wouldn’t have been high on the list.

“Sure I did,” he says, casually. “As soon as we get married it’ll be half mine again anyway.”

Shaking your head, you lean back into his arm to get a better look at him. Nico smiles, ignoring the judgmental gleam in your eye.

“Why did you do this?”

He frowns. “What do you mean?”

“I mean why did you do this? We’re getting married and like you said, it would have been half mine then. So why sign it over now?”

You’re not angry, not upset him but there’s something there he can’t quite place. Almost like you’re waiting for a bomb to drop, for him to admit there was some ulterior motive here.

In a way, there is, though it’s not in the way you so obviously think it is.

“Everything but the house in Switzerland was under your name since the moment we bought this one.” He admits, meeting your unwavering gaze. You’re waiting to see if he’s lying, if he’ll give away something else. There’s nothing to give away though, and you tilt your head with curiosity when you realize he’s not hiding.

“After Philly, I wanted you to be safe. I told you that I’d always take care of you, and I did.”

You blink, unrelenting and he smiles a bit. He wasn’t lying when he said you’re the smartest person he knows but once again, you won’t look at what’s right in front of you.

If there’s one thing he’s learned to do since meeting you, it’s how to speak his thoughts. It doesn’t always come easy, but when you’re looking at him with those Bambi eyes, it’s simple.

He explains that the little work he did in the months after Philly was signing his assets over to you. He knew it would all be yours one day anyway so why not now? It was what’s best.

Because him putting your name on those papers provided you with everything you’d ever need. In the event that something ever happened to him, that he wasn’t fit to be boss anymore, that he somehow didn’t make it home to you, you’d never have to worry. You’d have the homes, the card, the money, and most importantly the Devils.

In the event of Nico doing something stupid like dying, you’re the new head of the family.

“You’ve been thinking about that?” You ask incredulously, “Since then?”

Nico nods, like it’s no big deal. Because it isn’t. This whole time, the endgame was you. Everything he is, everything he has, it’s always been yours.

“I told you when I got you back that I was making sure I was ready for you, prepared for you.” He says, fingers finding the chain on your neck. Pulling it out of his hoodie on your frame, Nico fiddles with the pendant and ring. “I don’t live the safest life, I know that. So if something ever happened to me, I had to make sure you’d be taken care of.”

You’re silent and Nico looks up to see your reaction, pauses when he realizes you just watching him with glossy eyes, bottom lip bitten between your teeth

Finally you blink, shaking your head softly. “You’re stupid if you think you could just up and I die and I wouldn’t have any say in it.”

It’s impossible, not that either of you say that. Actually if Nico thinks about it, you might just have a say in it. You’re so stubborn, so capable, maybe you could drag him back from the afterlife.

He leans in to touch his lips to yours, smiling against them when you run your fingers through his hair, cradle his face so gently. “No need to worry then.”

“Can’t help it,” you murmur, the words hot on his mouth “I worry about you all the time.”

Nico pulls back at the heaviness of your tone, searching your face to see what happened to the sweet girl that was holding him just a moment ago. Instead you look concerned, lips drooped in a frown and eyes rounded with sadness.

When he doesn’t say anything, you press on. “I don’t want any of this stuff if I don’t have you Nico. It’s not-“

He kisses you, locking his fingers around your throat in that way he knows makes you go boneless. This conversation wasn’t meant to make you teary, to make you upset at the thought of him not being here with you. But he can’t not have a plan in place.

He wouldn’t be able to live with himself, knowing he left you unprepared. Vulnerable.

“Good thing I’m not going anywhere then,” he says into your lips, your fingers pressing in tighter on his scalp, hanging onto his every word.

Nothing could ever take him away from you, not without a fight.

Hours later, with the documents on his desk forgotten and the office door locked tight, you bring it up again.

It’s too early to be watching a Christmas movie but you’ve got a Charlie Brown Christmas playing on the tv, the only light in the living room coming from the flickering flames of the fireplace and the flashes on the screen.

Moose is sprawled out on the carpet, too close to the fire for how thick is fur is and that’s evident in the way he occasionally pants and squirms to a new cool space on the floor.

Laying against his chest in that corner of the couch you two love, you tilt your chin to look up at him. Nico thinks about making a joke, teasing that he can see up your nose or that you’re gonna get a crick in your neck.

The serious look in your eye stops him.

“What about the boys?” You ask, quiet and Nico strokes his hand up and down your arm.

“What boys?”

“The Devs boys,” you explain “The ones that have been with you since the beginning. You wouldn’t give it all to them instead?”

Nico had the talk with them, wanted to give them all a chance to plead their case. Jesper didn’t have one, just wanted to make sure Sötis was still his. Jonas only wanted to keep his job and his home with Nola.

As for Timo, he asked for nothing. His friend that had every right to demand it all, didn’t demand anything. He just smiled at Nico with that knowing look, like he knew this whole time that Nico would give the Devs to you.

“They agreed,” he says carefully. The last thing he needs is you panicking again, realizing that all these people have your back and freaking out on him. He’s still working on easing you into being real friends with them.

“They just agreed?” You ask, shifting to look straight at him instead of upside down. He already knows what you’re thinking. The boys know the business better, helped him build it. Why shouldn’t they run it?

“They all know and agreed that you’re in charge after me. Even if you didn’t know what you were doing at first, they all agreed they’d follow you.”

Timo’s condition to Nico signing everything over to you. It wasn’t so much a condition as it was a promise, but him and Nico one by one made sure all the boys were okay with the plan.

They’d teach you everything, and Timo would make sure you stayed safe and protected.

You don’t say anything. Just settle back into his chest, tugging his arm so that it rests heavy over your chest, your arms hugging his bicep. He’s not sure how much of the movie you actually watch, that thoughtful wrinkle between your eyebrows the whole time but when he takes you up to bed, you sleep soundly.

Knowing you’re protected and safe. Always.

~~~~

“Nico,” you whine, annoyed and begging. Your tone, on the edge of alarming, has him setting his phone down and looking up to you in concern.

Across the island, you stand with both hands held out in front of you, a kitchen knife hanging limply in your fingers. At first he thinks you’ve cut yourself, especially when he gets a good look at your face and sees tears trailing down your cheeks, eyes angry and red.

“Baby,” he gasps, jumping up from the tall chair and rushing around the counter. You drop the knife, let it clatter to the cutting board where a half chopped pile of onions lay.

“What?” He asks in confusion, because there’s not a drop of blood anywhere. Getting a better look at you, noticing his sunglasses haphazardly pushed onto the top of your head, he realizes what’s going on.

“I can’t cut the onion,” you pout, another tear rolling down your cheek. Your fingers reach up to swipe at it and he yelps to stop you.

“I got it,” he says, shooing your hands away and wiping at your cheeks with his own fingers. “Close ‘em,” he instructs, then carefully swipes at your wet eyelashes to dry any remaining tears.

Bleary, you blink your eyes open and he nudges you towards the sink. He waits for the sound of the water running before taking up your spot at the counter, fingers diligently swiping the knife through the remaining chunks of onion.

“You’ve got eyes of steel or something,” you grumble, fingers tangled in a dish towel as you come over to watch him. His sunglasses slip down your forehead, catching crookedly on your nose and he snorts in amusement.

“S’mental game,” he says gruffly, standing up taller and flexing his arms and chest. The move makes you giggle, tossing the towel at the side of his head and he ducks, letting it fly straight over him and onto the far counter.

You roll your eyes, his sunglasses now tucked in your hand. “You just have to be good at everything, don’t you?”

Turning your back to him, you return his glasses to their spot on the counter by the garage door, right under all the car keys. He laughs at your dramatizing, scooping up the diced onion and dropping it into the pan you’ve got warming on the stove.

“Not dinner,” he says, swiping away any remains of the vegetable and going to wash his hands. “So you can take over again.”

Not needing to be told twice, you go back to the cutting board, wrinkling your nose at the lingering burning scent of the onions.

“Will you start making a list of groceries for Thanksgiving?” You ask him sweetly, batting your eyelashes at him when he slumps back into his chair with a huff.

The holidays have always been a big deal to you. You plan them for weeks, every little detail from seating cards to the layout of the table. He never really cared for them too much, at least not Thanksgiving since he doesn’t really understand the politics of the holiday and whether or not he should be celebrating it. But you’re American and you enjoy it so he goes along with it.

It’s about family, you always told him. Traditions and being together is what makes you all a family. Nico didn’t have a lot of that until you came around so if making lists and cooking for hours and hanging leafs and placing cornucopias and eating chocolate turkeys is about family, then sign him up.

He’ll still grumble and huff about it though, mostly just to get to you.

“Don’t be like that,” you beg him, laying slivers of chicken into the sizzling pan with the onions. “You love Thanksgiving!”

“I love all the food,” he corrects, which is true. Between him and Luke, there’s never many leftovers for you guys to choke down the whole week after Thanksgiving. And while you’ve never had a problem with how much Nico eats, this is one of those holidays that he doesn’t have to feel too bad about consuming twice as much food as everyone around him. It’s the spirit of the holiday.

“Which is why you’re in charge of writing it all down,” you chirp, hand on your hip as you peer down at the stove with a pair of tongs in hand.

He always teases you for being weird about cooking chicken, but you have some phobia of getting salmonella and insist on watching the meat cook thoroughly with your own two eyes.

“You’re better at planning, ya know?” He says, but he’s already making a new shared note on his phone, listing the basics; turkey, stuffing, potatoes, etc.

“Ok, Mr. I-Already-Have-My-Will-Written-Out,” you mock, shooting him a teasing look over your shoulder. “Besides, you better get used to it because I am not planning our wedding by myself.”

The words just slip out. “I already started that.”

The kitchen goes silent for a moment, only the sizzling of the stove breaking the silence. Nico blushes, looking up from his phone and to his horror you’ve abandoned your watchtower overlooking the chicken.

“What?” You ask, lips curling into a shocked smile.

He shrugs, playing it cool. “Just small stuff. Some color ideas and like flowers. Maybe the time of year, that stuff.”

“When did you start doing that?”

Nico doesn’t want to admit that he’s had his mind on this for months, worries that maybe you’ll admit you hadn’t thought about it. That you’ll think it’s weird for him to have thought so much about it.

Dropping his gaze, he rushes out an explanation. “I uh saw something on Pinterest that made me think of you so I saved it and then all of sudden I just kept adding stuff.”

He hears the stove click, looks up from his phone again to find you crossing the kitchen towards him. You’ve got that moony look in your eyes again, cheeks just a little pink and warmth blooms in his chest, shy and sweet.

“What colors?” You ask carefully, stepping behind him. He’s about to complain, about to pull you into his lap but then your hands are rubbing over his shoulders, slipping down the front of his chest and you lean heavily into his back.

It’s a nice feeling, shielded. Almost how you hold him that night in Switzerland, after his brain warped his old childhood nightmare into something worse. Warped him into his father.

“I don’t know,” he mumbles, tilting his head into yours when you press an encouraging kiss to his temple. “I thought maybe light blue and white? I know white like a wedding basic but the blue looks nice with it.”

He can feel you smile. “Yeah it does,” you agree, “baby blue? Like the hydrangea flower?”

Nico doesn’t know what flower that is. It is a baby blue though, more inspired by one of the pretty summer dresses you have. You wore it to brunch with him once, brand new and so perfect it looked like the designer had you in mind specifically when they made it. And you just looked so good he couldn’t help it, picturing you holding a baby blue bouquet in a white dress.

Then Pinterest read his mind because two days later he had baby blue wedding themes on his dashboard. He saved it, took it as a sign.

“Yeah I guess,” he says, enclosing his hand around yours, pressing them into his chest. “Is that-do you like that color?”

You kiss right beside his eye, a fluttering touch of your lips that makes his skin tickle. “Yeah I do,” you agree, “you look good in those soft colors too.”

Heat crawls up his neck, blooms in his face and he chuckles, flattered. “Thought you liked me in black?”

“I do,” you hum, “s’not my fault you look in good in everything. And nothing.”

Nico snickers, turning to press his nose into your cheek. “Nude wedding out of the question?”

“With all the boys there?” You say with mirth, “are you sure?”

Nico makes a face. Maybe just you and him then. An elopement, something small and intimate.

No that doesn’t sound right. The people you love should be there, the people that love you too. You deserve to walk down the aisle with every eye on you, knowing that today, it’s all about you.

“Fine,” he mumbles, “you can just flash me real quick before you walk down the aisle.”

A happy laugh bubbles out of you, girlish and giddy, so contagious it makes him laugh too. You bury your giggles in his shoulder, hair tickling his face and he strokes over your hand until you look at him again.

“Deal,” you nod, gaze shifting over his face like you’re trying to memorize everything about him, like you’re seeing something new there. Something better. Suddenly, something serious settles over your features.

“Nico,” you whisper, timidly “What if I have no one to invite? My side of the church will be empty.”

A church? Nico didn’t think you’d care for getting married in a church. He certainly doesn’t. He could use that to change the subject, to deflect away the dampened mood brought on by this question.

But this isn’t something he can ignore. You don’t talk about your family very much either, not that he ever wants to hear about them. To him, they’re scum, lower than scum. They’re the worst of the worst for the way they treated you and they don’t even deserve to be on your mind let alone spoken.

He’s wants you to be open though, to be accepting of love from people other than him. He can only do that by sorting through this. Through the much.

“Are you kidding?” Nico replies, keeping his words light. “No way the boys are picking my side over yours. Let’s see how many of them ask to be in your bridal party.”

You’re not deterred.

“Who will walk me down the aisle?”

Quick questions, quick answers. He doesn’t even have to think about it. It’ll always come down to whatever you want.

“Whoever you want to baby. If you want it to be me, I’ll do it. If you want it to be one of the boys, they’ll do it, if you don’t even want the fucking aisle I’ll get rid of it. Whatever you want to do.”

He can see the beginnings of a smile curling at your lips, amused at the idea of him removing an aisle from the wedding. You could do it too. Just come from around the crowd with him, meet in the middle in front of everyone. Just you and him.

“And my family?”

“We’re right here with you baby,” he promises, knowing that’s not exactly the family you’re asking about. He just needs you to know that no matter what, the Devils are family. “But if you want to invite them we can do that too.”

You make a face, like you don’t really want to but maybe you’ll think about it. It’s a bitter pill to swallow, he’d imagine. Not letting your parents know their only child is marrying. Even if they don’t show up, you can still invite them. That way they at least know.

“Really?” You whisper and he nods, squeezing your hand.

“Whoever is supposed to be there for you, will be there. I’m sure of it, baby.” He’ll make sure of it.

You lean in, place a grateful kiss to his lips. “I love you Schao.”

“I love you darling.”

Nico’s tilting his head to kiss you again when his phone buzzes on the countertop, the sound synching up with the chime of your phone in your pocket. Confused, you both pull back to check his screen.

It’s a text from Jack, sent in a group message with both you and Nico, as well as Luke. They never text just him when it’s out of work hours, knowing he’ll likely not check his phone. Unless it’s a phone call to his work phone, he doesn’t need to talk anyone but you.

“Oh my god,” you gasp, and Nico gets a good look at the text, echoing your words.

Quinn invited us to Vancouver after the holidays! And you guys too because Luke said he won’t go without Nico :)

#him and I #mob boss nico hischier #him and i chats #devils mafia au #nico hischier x reader #Nico hischier AU #nico hischier fanfic #new jersey devils #nico hischier

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ofstarsandvibranium · 8 months ago

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Beloved Mine

Fandom: Marvel (Mob Boss AU)

Pairing: Chubby!Bucky x F!Reader

Summary: Sam sends out an SOS that Bucky isn't in the best mood, so you see him to ease his mind.

Sammy: SOS. he's in a bad mood!

You read over Sam's text and snort. You quickly type out a reply and start to change from your pjs to some appropriate clothing.

On your way to Bucky's, you stopped by his favorite bakery, grabbing his favorite baked goods as well as a wide variety for his people. You also grabbed him a coffee and a drink for you as well.

Sammy: He almost shot the new guy in the foot. Please tell me you're on your way.

You: ETA 10 minutes.

Sammy: THANK GOD.

You giggle and continue to drive to Bucky's family mansion. At the gate, the security guard takes one look at you and immediately lets you in. You give him a pastry in gratitude before driving up the long gravel driveway.

You park beside Sam's car and hop out. The man at the door nods at you, opening the door wide for you to step in. You also hand him a pastry with a smile.

You head towards the back of the house where you hear a familiar, loud distant voice.

The closer you get, the louder the voice. You push through some of the men spilling out of the room until you're inside.

"-HOW MANY FUCKING MEN DO I GOTTA LOSE TO-honey?"

All eyes land to you. You give a sheepish wave, "Hi, sorry, is this a bad time?" You know it is but you feign ignorance.

Bucky sighs, running his hand through his brunette locks, "Just finishing up a meeting."

"Oh, I can wait-"

"No, no. It's fine. Think they all had enough of my shouting," he waves his hand, "Leave, you fuckers!" most of the people scurry out in an instant, not wanting to wait and see if Bucky changes his mind. A small group stay behind, Bucky's closest friends and confidants: Sam, Joaquin, Yelena, and Nat.

You approach them, setting yours and Bucky's drinks in front of him. You open the pastry box in your hands and hold it out to the four, "Take your pick!"

"You're Heaven sent!" Sam exclaims as he grabs a donut and shoots you a wink. You give him a smirk and a nod.

Joaquin grabs a danish, practically stuffing the entire thing in his mouth.

"Did you eat today, Joaquin?"

He shakes his head as he continues to chew the danish. You lift the box higher, "Take as much as you want."

He gives you a grin as he grabs two more pastries and follows Sam out the door.

"Ladies?"

"I'm good," Nat says with a shake of her head in decline.

"Hell yeah, donuts!" Yelena exclaims as she grabs the glazed twists. She hums in delight as she takes a bite, "Thanks, Y/N!"

You chuckle, "You're welcome, Lena."

The two women look to Bucky to see if he needed anything else. Bucky sips his coffee and waves them off and the two file out the door, closing it behind them.

You turn back to Bucky, "Yours are at the bottom," you place the pastry box in front of him.

Bucky's eyes narrow at you, a hint of a smirk on his lips, "Who called you?"

"No one called me."

"So if I check your phone-"

"Technically, Sam texted me. He didn't call me."

Bucky scoffs and shakes his head, "Of course he did."

You walk over to the other side of his desk. He leans back in his chair and you sit on his arm rest, "Bad day?" You begin to run your fingers through his hair and he leans into your touch with a sigh, "Another shipment got intercepted. We lost some guys."

"'M sorry, baby."

"I'm getting real fucking tired of Hydra. And none of my people can find shit out! Anytime they snag one of their guys, they kill themselves before we get any answers. Fucking cowards."

You wrap your arms around Bucky's bulking frame, "You'll figure it out. You always do. Besides, I'm sure Lena and Nat have something cooking, right?"

"Supposedly, but they won't tell me what yet. They're trying to iron out the details."

"Just let them handle it in the meantime. Now, how about a treat?" you grab one of the pastries that you know he loves and he takes a bite. He moans at the taste and his shoulders drop in relief.

He washes it down with his coffee and he looks at you with shining blue eyes, "You really know how to make a guy feel loved, honey."

You giggle, and wipe some crumbs off his chubby cheeks, "Well, duh, I do love you," you peck his lips, "Ease up on everyone, will ya? I know things are tense, but they're all doing the best they can. You can't afford to lose more people."

He slowly nods, "You're right. Fuck, you know, maybe you should step down and take over, hm?"

You throw your head back and laugh, "Oh, please, I'd run your family into the ground! No one would listen to me-"

"Baby, a majority of my people listen to you already."

"...I don't know how to lead people or how the inner workings of all this," you gesture around you, "goes."

Bucky shrugs, "I can teach you. Besides," he takes your left hand, thumb grazing over the diamond ring on your finger, "you should start learning some things anyway."

"Let me just live in ignorant bliss until after the wedding, Barnes," you pat his plump cheeks and he grins at you, eyes soft and full of love.

#bucky x reader #chubby!bucky #bucky barnes x reader #bucky imagine #bucky barnes imagine #mob boss au #mob au #mafia au #marvel au

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billiesoxytocin · 2 months ago

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family game night

pairing: natasha romanoff x female reader + my baby yelena ehe

summary: just you and yelena fighting like children over card games. and yelena getting sick of you and natasha. fluff <3

warnings: none!

word count: 1k

a/n: i just watched thunderbolts and GODDDD did i miss yelena sm and it made me miss natasha even more </3 i miss my black widow sm i need her back sb

"nope, cheater. cheating," the blonde girl sitting opposite you deadpanned as she threw her remaining (many) uno cards onto the table, causing you to burst out laughing.

"lena, you literally skipped me three times in a row," you said through your giggles, holding up the offending reverse card. "this is called payback. it's called karma. it's called—"

"it's called rigged." she leaned back dramatically in her seat, arms crossed, the very image of tragic betrayal. "i don't know how you do it, but every time we play, suddenly the deck is stacked against me."

you smirked, fanning your few remaining cards smugly. "sounds like a skill issue."

yelena narrowed her eyes. "natasha," she called out, louder now, like a child tattling to a parent. "your girlfriend is bullying me again."

from the kitchen, natasha's voice floated over, laced with amusement and just the tiniest bit of exhaustion. "did she actually cheat, or are you just bad at uno?"

yelena gasped. "how dare you take her side!"

"i’m not taking sides," natasha said as she walked into the room with a mug in each hand—one for herself and one she placed in front of you, pressing a kiss to your temple before sitting beside you on the floor. "but if i was, i’d pick the one who doesn’t throw a tantrum every time she loses."

"this is favoritism," yelena muttered, grabbing your discarded reverse card and inspecting it like it might be forged. "and betrayal. deep betrayal. by blood."

"you were adopted," natasha deadpanned.

"ouch."

"emotionally."

"still ouch!"

you chuckled into your mug, warmth curling in your chest as the bickering faded into teasing. it was always like this—banter and chaos and love disguised as constant irritation. the kind of comfort that sneaks in like muscle memory. family, in its weirdest and most wonderful form.

you leaned your head on natasha's shoulder, discarding your remaining cards on the table– assuming yelena wanted to restart the round.

you felt natasha kiss your head over your hair, making your bite your bottom lip as you felt your heart flipping at the action. despite having been together with natasha for so long, she managed to still have this effect on you.

you turned to look up at your girlfriend, a stupid smile already plastered on your face.

she looks down at you, a smile of her own creeping up on her face. "what is it, detka?"

you just shook your head. "nothing. i just love you."

yelena groaned so loud it bordered on theatrical. “ugh, gross. i’m right here, you know. please, not in front of the children.”

she threw a nearby cushion at the two of you. natasha caught it midair like it weighed nothing and casually tossed it aside, unfazed.

you just smiled wider, snuggling impossibly closer into nat’s side like a brat. “you jealous, lena?”

yelena narrowed her eyes. “of your love life? no. of your cheating tactics? yes.”

you stuck your tongue out at her. she stuck hers out right back, then fake gagged when natasha turned her head and kissed your cheek again, this time slower, her hand gently resting on your thigh.

“oh my god, please,” yelena groaned, covering her eyes like a scandalised Victorian child. “save it for your honeymoon. or literally never.”

natasha laughed against your temple. “she’s just mad no one loves her."

“excuse me,” yelena gasped, pointing an accusing finger. “the entire country of sokovia once loved me.”

“and then you blew up part of it.” natasha deadpanned.

“allegedly.”

you couldn’t help it, you burst into laughter again. god, how did this always end up like this?

“alright, alright,” nat said with a shake of her head, reaching over for the uno deck. “let’s go. next round. i’m in this time.”

yelena squinted suspiciously. “you’re joining her team?”

“it’s uno. there are no teams.”

“yeah, well, clearly the two of you are already some kind of tag-team cheating unit.”

“that’s not how uno works,” you said, already shuffling the cards.

“that’s exactly what someone trying to rig the game would say.”

natasha chuckled as she leaned forward and grabbed the deck from your hands. “you know what, give me that. if you’re gonna accuse people of cheating, then i shuffle.”

you and yelena both groaned. “you shuffle too well,” you said.

“yeah, it’s annoying,” yelena added.

natasha raised an eyebrow, unbothered. “sounds like a you problem.”

you grinned, watching as her nimble fingers expertly reshuffled the cards. you were pretty sure it was the deadliest shuffle ever witnessed—silent, efficient, terrifying.

yelena pointed. “see?! this is why we can’t trust her either. she trained in psychological warfare and card manipulation.”

natasha dealt out the cards like a blackjack dealer in vegas and gave you a look. “this is your fault. you encouraged her.”

“yep,” you said, popping the ‘p’. “and i’d do it again.”

yelena, already staring at her hand of cards, let out the loudest, most put-upon sigh. “i hate it here.”

you glanced at your hand and grinned.

“+4,” you said sweetly, slapping the card onto the table.

yelena’s mouth dropped open. “we haven’t even started yet!”

natasha laughed and leaned back, sipping her tea calmly. “welcome to the big leagues, sister.”

yelena suddenly reached over and plucked one of your cards from your hand.

"HEY—!"

"i’m evening the odds!" she said defensively, holding it up high like a prize.

natasha didn't even flinch. "i’m confiscating the deck." she grabbed the rest of the uno cards before either of you could stop her.

"what! no!" you and yelena groaned at the same time.

"if you're gonna play like feral children, you don’t get the nice toys."

"she started it!" you pointed at yelena.

"you reverse-carded me into emotional damage!" yelena shot back.

natasha just took a sip of her tea like it was too early in the evening for this level of nonsense. "i need a raise."

"you’re not even paid to be here," you quipped.

"exactly."

and yet, despite all the chaos, natasha was smiling.

you leaned into her side and sighed. natasha just shook her head with a soft, content smile, the corners of her eyes crinkling.

yelena threw a pillow at both of you.

"disgusting. i'm going to sulk in the kitchen."

"don’t touch my leftovers!" you yelled after her.

"too late!" came her singsong voice.

natasha shook her head with a laugh, arm wrapping around your shoulders. “you two are gonna be the death of me.”

yeah, this was home. chaotic, ridiculous, a little violent, but home.

#fanfic #marvel #yelena belova #natasha romanoff x reader #black widow #wlw #lesbian

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ekingston · 4 months ago

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also on ao3.

“Would you stop fondling my boobs?” Lena hisses, watching as a man nearly wanders into traffic staring at what looks like Lena Luthor, elbow-deep in her own cleavage. He swerves, promptly face-planting into a lamp post when he sees Supergirl herself slap Lena’s hand away. “We’re in public,” Lena reminds her.

“Ouch,” Kara yelps. “Gentle!”

“Sorry,” Lena says. But she only feels a little bad, because at least Kara is now cradling her arm instead of getting Lena arrested for indecent exposure.

Kara is still squirming when Lena checks them in, the receptionist beaming at her in a way Lena has never been beamed at before. Dr. Sattler’s ready for them. Kara gives Lena a last, panicked look, and then she takes the therapist’s offered hand and introduces herself.

“Lena Luthor,” Kara tells Dr. Sattler with a lopsided grin. “Good to meet you.”

“And Supergirl,” Dr. Sattler says, turning to Lena, her gaze briefly flitting down at the S on Lena’s chest. “How wonderful you managed to finally come in.”

Kara flops down onto the couch with a grateful sigh, the skirt of her dress gapping immodestly as she kicks off Lena’s heels. Lena nudges her legs to close them, annoyed. The injustice of Kara getting to act as if she wants to be here. As if she hasn’t been avoiding this visit for months.

(Do we really need to do this? Kara had asked Lena just this morning. Kara’s gaze had been a cross-eyed, sparkling green as Lena applied her eyeliner with a trembling, freckled hand.

Lena had growled in response, knowing even the barest bit of unintentional pressure could blind her for life. We’re not going to cancel just because we’re wearing each other’s bodies, Kara. Hold still.

I bet you’d look good with an eyepatch, Kara had breathed, after which Lena had given up on the endeavor altogether.)

“Your work must keep you busy,” the therapist says magnanimously.

Lena huffs out a laugh. “You can say that again.” And when the Dr. looks at her, curious, “Being a superhero and all that. Always off saving the world!”

“That goes for both of us,” Kara points out. “You—I—don’t even make it to bed, most nights.” And then, softer, “Even when you tell me you’ll wait up.”

“I wish I wouldn’t.” Lena turns to the therapist and explains, “I eat when I’m bored. She comes home to a bed full of crumbs. Who wants to have sex when the sheets are littered with bits of Captain Crunch?”

Dr. Sattler opens her mouth to answer, but Kara doesn’t give her the chance. “Maybe I could make an effort not to be such a neat freak,” she pouts.

Lena’s eyes flash. “Maybe I could make an effort to wash my hands after I use the bathroom,” she snaps back.

Kara sits up. “You do!” she shouts. “You’re just quick about it!”

Lena sighs. “The laws of nature don’t work that way, darling.”

Kara makes a face Lena vows never to make again if she ever gets her body back. “I leave my hair in the shower.”

Lena snorts. “I wash it down the drain. That’s worse.”

“But you fix it!” Kara looks at her with Lena's own wide, pleading eyes. “That’s how—how you show love. By fixing things.”

“Wrong,” Lena flings back. “I break them, so I can feel needed.”

Kara blinks at her, looking hurt.

“That’s.” Dr. Sattler pauses for a moment. “Some very impressive self-reflection,” she decides.

Lena smiles at her, glad they’re getting somewhere.

Kara looks from the therapist to Lena, her blood red lips—easier than eyeliner—pinching together with uncanny chagrin. “I faked my own kidnapping to get out of her family’s Thanksgiving,” she accuses darkly.

Lena sniffs. “I have a codependent relationship with my sister.”

Kara gasps. Dr. Sattler’s eyes widen. Lena arches an eyebrow with considerable effort.

“Oh yeah?” Kara sputters. “Well,” she flails, her nostrils flaring. “You—" she takes a deep breath. "I have mommy issues.”

Oh, fuck no. That's too far. “You do not,” Lena squawks.

"No?" Kara cocks her jaw in a way that makes Lena feel, for the first time, a little sorry for the men she’s similarly stared down. “Let’s find out,” Kara says with the smallest of smirks, and then she retrieves, horribly, from Lena’s purse, Lena’s phone.

“You wouldn’t,” Lena whispers, her heart stopping.

Kara jumps up with surprising agility, dancing out of Lena’s reach. “This’ll just take a second,” she promises Dr. Sattler. “Hello? Mother?”

Lena scrambles over to the other end of the couch, practically throwing herself across the room in an effort to get to Kara.

“No reason,” Kara croons into the phone, grinning as she maneuvers herself away from Lena’s grasp. An elaborately painted and unfortunately placed vase isn’t so lucky. “Just calling to say hey,” Kara says. “It’s been a while, huh?”

Lena really should have taken Kara up on her offer to help Lena master her power of flight. “Don’t make me hurt you,” she yells.

“It is!” Kara sing-songs. “Still going strong, yup. Which is why I called! We were wondering—”

“Don’t you dare,” Lena hisses, clawing for Kara’s shoulder and exploding a couch cushion instead.

“—how would you feel about coming to our wedding?”

Lena freezes, flecks of stuffing falling around them like snow.

“Excellent!” Kara chirps. “We'll see you there.”

Dr. Sattler clears her throat. “I don’t think you two have anything to worry about,” she says. “Your communication style is—unique, but obviously effective.”

Kara beams at her as they're leaving, wearing a deeply pleased expression Lena didn’t even think her face was capable of making. “You really should start wearing more comfortable bras,” she says, rolling her shoulders. “Also maybe take up yoga.”

Lena hums. “You’ve never had any complaints before.”

Kara stops and stares at her, aghast. "Is that what I look like when I'm coming on to you?"

Lena grins at her. "Why do you think I'm marrying you?"

Kara giggles.

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This was written for the multi fandom (and original!) flash fiction challenge, using the prompts ‘established relationship’, ‘at a therapist’s office’, ‘body swap’ and ‘an eyepatch’. You should give it a whirl!

#am i just using this challenge as an excuse to create more covers? maybe #i’ve been trying to do a body swap for years and now there’s. this #which uses exactly zero of any of the concepts i came up with previously #guess there will have to be another 🤷‍♀️#fic by ekingston #multi fandom (and original!) flash fiction challenge #supercorp fan fic

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jeyramarie · 2 months ago

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The recruit- Yelena Belova x Reader (Season 2, Part 1)

Summary: Even after some time, love always finds a way… in missions?

w.c: 4,226

warning: ‼️ THUNDERBOLTS* SPOILERS‼️

The recruit (season 1)

a/n: *sighed* it’s good to be back, guys. ngl, i’m a little rusty.. very rusty BUT so excited to see where this fic goes!! If any of you have ideas as to what Y/n’s trauma room should be and if you wanna be in the taglist for future parts, lmk 👀 a bit nervous to post again... but anyway, without further ado, happy reading 🤍

Previously on The recruit...

“Hmm.” She hummed as she tucked a piece of hair behind Y/n’s ear.

“Are you okay?” The y/h/c whispered.

“I’m better than okay.” Yelena smiled cupping Y/n’s face as she pulled her into a kiss. They stayed playing with Fanny and baking muffins all day. Feeling the love radiate around the house.

Who would’ve thought that Yelena Belova would fall for a recruit?

That was a year ago. Exactly one year since Y/n and Yelena saw each other. I know what you’re thinking ‘Oh my god, what happened? they were so in love’. Yeah, well, Valentina happened… again. She was never dead so her chances of coming back were pretty high. Especially when she reached out to Yelena at the worst possible time.

“What do you want, Valentina?” Yelena spat on the phone as she walked away from her apartment. The apartment she shared with Y/n where they had just gone through a bad argument. “Now is not a really good time.”

“Aww, I love that for you.” Valentina cackled wickedly. “Anyway, I have a mission for you.”

“I don’t want anything to do with yo-“

“It’s a big one, Yelena.” She interrupted receiving only silence from the blonde. “I need you for this one.”

The russian turned around, staring at the apartment building where she lived with Y/n. She reminisced on the difficult times they were having. Yelena was unemployed, Y/n had jobs here and there but the income was never enough. They constantly argued about Yelena always staying home. Y/n discussed the possibility of her having depression but was always met with screams and attitude.

Yelena sighed, feeling her heart and mind tearing each other apart. She loves Y/n but all she knew was to run away.

“What do I need to do?”

A few hours later

Y/n walked nervously around the apartment, calling Yelena over and over again only to hear her voicemail. ‘It’s Lena, leave a message’.

“Yelena, where are you? I’ve been calling for hours. I’m worried.” Her voice broke. “Will you please just let me know you’re okay? I know I started the argument and I’m sorry, I-I didn’t mean to. Lena, please just call me.”

Y/n sat on the couch, feeling defeated as she understood that the blonde clearly didn’t want to talk to her. Yelena didn’t come home that night. Or the night after that. Or the night after that.

Eventually Y/n stopped calling. Guilt ate her alive so her main focus was work and training from time to time. No one ever called. The only person she truly had was Yelena. She didn’t believe her life could get any worse until she received a call from Valentina on a random Tuesday.

“You’re calling me for a job…” Y/n replied with sarcasm. “You really think I’m gonna accept when you literally tried to kill me?”

“I can bring Yelena back to you, just say yes.”

“Do you know where she is?” She whispered in hope.

“Of course I know where she is.” Valentina replied. “So tell me, Y/n, what would it be? Do you want your girl back or not?”

“Where do I go?”

Valentina’s vault

Y/n walked into the building just like Valentina had instructed. The door opened and the ex widow immediately pulled out her gun, pointing it around the room in case anyone or… anything popped out. The elevator opened and she stepped inside, watching the door close in front of. She couldn’t help but feel a wave of fear run over. Was she about to see her ex girlfriend? Was Yelena even in that room? Or did Valentina lie just to get her there?

The elevator arrived at the bottom floor and Y/n pointed the gun in front of her as the doors opened. The room was silent, filled with metal boxes and machinery. Some of them were covered, others out in the open. She walked in, slowly and a metal briefcase caught her eye. Y/n’s curiosity peaked, making her go straight to it.

Valentina’s plans were all there. Her biggest project was there. Project Sentry. She rummaged through the pictures and files before hearing the elevator move. Someone else had arrived there. The y/h/c quickly moved behind a big container, holding her gun tightly in her hand when the door opened. Heavy footsteps echoed around the room, making her hands shake.

“Hello?” A manly voice spoke, getting further into the room. “Anyone here?”

“I’m armed.” Y/n spoke loudly. She took a deep breath and slowly stood up, pointing her gun at the man in the room.

He wore a navy blue suit with a shield. ‘Captain America?’ Y/n thought to herself as she stared in confusion.

“Who are you?” He asked.

“Who are you?” Y/n spoke, walking closer. “I asked you first.”

“I’m Y/n.” She sighed. “Valentina sent me.”

“Valentina?”

“Yeah..”

“Do you know her?” Captain 2.0 asked, lowering his shield.

“Not really, we just go way back.” The y/h/c shrugged.

“So, you do know her.” He shrugged causing Y/n to lower her gun in annoyance.

“I do know her, yeah, but not on a deep level.”

“Is that you said you didn’t know her but in fact you do know-“

“Okay, yeah, whatever.” Y/n cut him off. “Who are you?”

“I’m John Walker, U.S agent.” He replied with a slight smirk.

“U.S. agent?” She furrowed her brows. “Is that, like, your stage name?”

“Stage name?”

“Yeah, I mean, like your title.”

John was about to reply but they heard the elevator going down. They quickly hid behind tall boxes, holding their weapons as they prepared to react. The door opened and footsteps were heard echoing around the room. They didn’t sound as heavy as Walker’s so, it was definitely a woman.

Walker silently stepped out from behind the box, immediately shooting at the person that arrived. The bullets start hitting a hard surface causing Y/n to peak from the side. Her eyes widened in disbelief.

“Lena?” She whispered to herself before bolting over to the agent, immediately jumping on his back.

He dropped his gun in surprise, giving the y/h/c an opportunity to wrap her leg around his shoulder. John toppled over to the ground as Y/n stood over him. Yelena stood up, staring at the person in confusion until they turned around.

“Y/n.” The blonde whispered.

“Are you okay?” The ex widow asked, quickly running to her. “Did he shoot you?”

“No, I’m- I’m okay.” She quickly answered. “What are you doing here?”

“Valentina called-“

“Valentina called you?!” Yelena exclaimed, looking behind Y/n from time to time.

The ex widow was about to answer when Yelena saw John getting up from the floor. He ran towards Y/n, causing the blonde to push her away before blocking and dodging his punches. The y/h/c ran towards the agent, pulling on his shield, making his arm go back. That gave the blonde a change to jump and pick him in the chest, making him fly backwards, hitting the wall.

“How are you here?” Yelena asked out of breath.

“Valentina told me you’d be here.” Y/n replied with hopeful eyes. “She told me about this job, or.. whatever this is, was gonna bring you back to me.”

“Y/n.”

“You left.” The y/h/c began as her throat closed up. “You left with no explanation. You never replied to my calls. I didn’t know if you were okay.”

Yelena starred in sadness, not knowing how to explain to her that she just decided to run away from her problems instead of facing them. Before she could reply, John pulled on Y/n’s elbow, causing her to turn and meet his fist right on the bridge of her nose. He pushed her to the side and Yelena launched at him, being quickly knocked down. The y/h/c grunted as she stood up, feeling overwhelming pain on her head.

“What the hell is happening?” Yelena grunted, lifting her head from the ground.

Y/n kicked John behind his knee, making him buckle to the ground as she whipped out her knife. She swung at him and he dodged before pushing her, making her crash into the machinery.

Yelena ran towards him, swinging her legs around his shoulders. The blonde was about to stab him but was held behind with his hand.

“You aren’t even my target.” She spoke with gritted teeth.

“You’re mine.” He grunted, throwing her off him.

“No she’s not.” Y/n stated, pulling a baton from her back that shot electricity from the tip. “You’re not touching her again, buddy.”

The y/h/c swung the baton back before coming in contact with his shield. Walker hit her hand harshly, making her drop her weapon. He grabbed her arm and threw her across the room, crashing her into more boxes. Y/n groaned as she lifted her head, making eye contact with Yelena, who was laying at the other side of the room.

Suddenly, a figure in a masked suit came into the vault, kicking John’s shield, making him fly across the room. ‘Finally.’ Y/n thought to herself as she grabbed her baton that laid next to her. The figure's mask opened to reveal, Antonia?

“I’m not here for either of you.” She spoke dryly, looking at the widows before launching onto John.

The girls stared at each other in disbelief, confused as to why Antonia would be involved in their mission. And why would she be involved with Valentina? Yelena stood up and before she could run to John, another figure appeared behind him- Ghost. The person wore a black suit with a white mask.

“There you are.” Yelena spoke, turning to the figure.

“Now what?” John chuckled dryly.

“What the frick is going on?” Y/n asked as she stood up.

“Oh, get over yourself.” The woman spoke to John before they disappeared and suddenly reappeared behind him, going towards Antonia, punching her in her stomach.

Taskmaster flew backward as Yelena pulled her hand up to release the taser. The woman disappeared once again, making the taser fall directly on Walker. Antonia returned, throwing her punches to the unknown figure who sent her flying to the boxes once again. Yelena took the chance and launched at them. She disappeared again, causing the blonde to fall on her knees before the figure appeared again, kicking Yelena harshly on her cheekbone.

“Stay out of my way.” Ava spoke as the blonde grunted in pain.

Y/n kicked John away and ran towards the ex widow. She pulled her shoulder, placing her hand on the blonde’s jaw to turn her face. The y/h/c’s ear became muffled. All she thought about was Yelena. She could see the blonde’s lips moving but couldn’t hear a thing, not until Yelena cupped her cheeks. The skin contact made her react, it made her wake up. It reminded her that she was still alive.

“I’m okay.” She nodded her head. “I’m fine, that was nothing.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m oka-”

Gunshots echoed in the room, causing the widows to look up to see John Walker pointing directly at them. Yelena stood and ran, her hand tightly around Y/n’s as she slid over a table. She flipped it over, using it as a shield to protect them from the bullets. Y/n tripped over and fell back, hitting a panel from one of the boxes. The noises and grunts were overwhelming, casting out the sound of the panel turning on.

Y/n quickly stood up, pulling a knife that hid next to her thigh. She bolted towards John, who was already attacking Yelena. Her legs wrapped over his shoulder, taking the knife towards his left shoulder. He immediately grabbed her wrist, throwing her across the room. Y/n’s back crashed against the wall before falling to the ground with a painful grunt.

Yelena hid behind a metal box and moved it toward to get closer to the unknown woman, her target. The blonde threw the knife towards her as she disappeared. It was later thrown to Antonia’s shield, flying directly to John, who caught it before it reached him. The widow pushed the box to the side, before on her back in surprise. The agent moved his knife to her face causing her to cross her arm in front of her face in protection. She groaned using all her strength to get him off her.

A loud gunshot ran around the room, causing all of them to stop and stare at the source. Taskemaster laid on the ground with a wound on her forehead, blood slipping out onto the mask. The shooter deactivated their mask to reveal a woman with a victorious smile. Y/n stood and began to run towards Walker when weird noises began to come from behind one of the many boxes.

Everyone turned towards the sound in question, Yelena took the opportunity and kicked Walker off of her before rolling away and pulling her gun out. They all stood with their weapons in front of them, pointing at each other in precaution. Y/n took her eyes away from the blonde and towards the noise to see a man crawling out from behind the boxes. The weapons pointed at him immediately as he turned his head towards them in confusion.

He began to run towards the exit when an alarm rang, making the metal doors go down, leaving them trapped inside the vault. They all turned to the doors but once they shut, their guns pointed at the man again causing him to put his hands up in fear.

“Wow, wow, wow, I-I’m, I’m Bob.” He said shakingly.

“Who are you?” Ava questioned, never lowering her gun.

“I’m Bob.” He shrugged. “L-like I told you, I-I’m Bob, yeah.”

“Jesus Christ, stop saying Bob.” John spoke feeling annoyed.

“Who sent you Bob?” Yelena questioned, getting a death stare from the agent.

“N-no- nobody, why would I be sent?” Bob stuttered. “You w-were all sent?”

“I’m not sure what's happening here and you’re all exhausting.” The woman sighed, lowering her gun as she walked forward towards the doors. “But my job here is done.”

“Well you see my job is to keep an eye on you so you are not gonna go anywhere anymore.” Yelena spoke, her accent thick in determination.

“So you’re keeping an eye on her, huh?” John began. “That’s a halfway decent cover from someone who’s stealing assets from OX.”

“What?” Y/n questioned as she lowered her gun.

“I’m not stealing.” The blonde chuckled dryly before pointing at the mysterious woman. “She’s stealing..”

Yelena met Y/n’s eyes in relization. Valentina had tricked all of them into the vault. She was the one stealing from OX and they were all witnesses to a lot of her crimes. The blonde closed her eyes and shook her head in disbelief.

“Okay.” She began, moving her hands next to her head. “It’s clear we have all worked for Valentina in some sort of Shadow of OX capacity.”

“Yeah, so?” Walker questioned, clearly annoyed with the situation.

“So, all of this is OX’s secrets.” Y/n pointed around the room. “And so are we.”

“Which makes us liabilities that no one would miss.” Ava continued and sighed in defeat.

“Speak for yourself.” John scoffed.

“We are the evidence and this is the shredder.” Yelena pointed out.

“She clearly wants all of us gone.” Y/n shrugged, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Your theory is flawed.” John began.

“Oh please, go on.” Ava rolled her eyes.

“Okay, well, look at the facts, the infamous Ghost.” He spoke, walking towards the women. “Shield’s regret on the run for 15 missions?”

“Dead one over there.” He said pointing at Antonia’s body on the ground. “Destroyed half of Budapest.”

“Don’t talk about her.” Yelena muttered.

“And you two.” Walker said, staring back and forth between the widows. “Former Red Room assassins and God only knows that blood on your hands.”

“Really weird coming from a dime store Captain America.” Ava shrugged as Y/n chuckled under her breath.

“Well, I’ll have you know I was the offiicial, Captain America, so.”

“Yeah, for like two seconds.” Yelena chuckled.

“You were really bad at it.” Y/n spoke simultaneously with the blonde.

“Before you publicly murdered an innocent man on the street.” Ava furrowed her brows. “Do I have that right?”

Walker replied bitterly as Y/n’s mind went quiet. She placed her gun in the holter and stared at the ground as she paced around, closer to the doors. Her eyes lifted, staring at the blonde who was already staring at her. She moved away from Ava and John, walking towards the y/h/c with determination.

“Are you okay?” The blonde whispered.

“Yeah.” Y/n nodded and shrugged. “Just confused about all this.”

“It’s weird, yeah.” Yelena spoke, looking behind her for a second. “Even for Valentina.”

“It is.”

“I’m sorry, Y/n.” The blonde blurted out as her eyes got watery. “I shouldn’t have left you.”

“Yelena, I don-”

“No, please, listen.” Yelena cut her off and sniffled. “I didn’t want to face our problems, in fact, I wanted to run away from them and I did. I didn’t want to confront you after our argument and I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry for always picking up a fight with you.” Y/n said looking into the blonde’s green orbs. “I wanted to help, I just didn’t know how.”

“I love you.” Yelena muttered, walking closer to the y/h/c. “I never stopped.”

“I-”

“Will you two stop whispering to each other?” John spoke, interrupting Y/n before she even spoke. “Tie yourselves up.”

“What?” Y/n furrowed her brows as she followed the blonde towards the rest of the group.

“I’m out of here.” Ava spoke, putting her helmet on before disappearing as she walked towards the metal door.

She reappeared as she was getting closer, causing a loud ringing noise to echo around the room. They all ground in pain, covering their ears with their eyes slammed shut. The screeching stopped and they all looked around, hoping for a glimpse of an answer.

“Wow.” Bob whispered. “Did you guys hear that?”

“We all heard it, yes.” Y/n replied with a kind smile.

“Well, it doesnt seem like we’re getting out anytime soon so..” Ava sighed, looking around before landing her eyes on Antonia. “I’m gonna explore.”

She moved towards the dead body as Y/n sat on the ground while Yelena sat on a metal box. The y/h/c rested her head on the blonde’s thigh before feeling her fingers run through her hair. Bob walked around the room, looking up at the ceiling, the walls, the corners, anywhere that could be a potential exit. Ava and John began to rummage through Taskmaster’s suit, searching for possible weapons they could use in a near future.

“Hey!” Yelena called out. “Job or not, can you have some respect please?”

“Can you not touch her stuff?” Y/n added before John grabbed something else as he replied in sarcasm.

Suddenly, the room turned dark, only a red light shining as a bong-like sound rang in the room. The machinery above turned on as numbers appeared on the wall. It read 2:00.

“What the hell is that?” Walker questioned.

“That doesn’t sound like a shredder.” Ava spoke. “Sounds like an incinerator.”

“2 minutes.” Yelena said, pointing at the wall. “And Valentina’s slate is wiped clean.”

“You don’t know that for sure, could be for anything.” The U.S Agent started. “Could be them coming to pick me up.”

“Oh my god.” Y/n groaned, walking away from them.

“Do you feel that?” Ava turned to him. “The temperature rising like heat was involved?”

“Okay, it's an incinerator.” John shrugged.

“No shit.” Y/n muttered, turning to Yelena.

“Oh boy, that’s no way to go.” Bob shook his head, still feeling disoriented.

“How would you like to die, Bob?” John raised his voice.

“Leave him alone.” Y/n raised her voice, giving the agent a death stare.

“Ghost lady.” Yelena began.

“Ava.”

“Yeah, whatever, don’t care.” The blonde waved in dismissal. “We need to get you through the wall so that you can open the door.”

“She tried that already.” John spat as he rolled his eyes.

“I know that she did but we haven’t tried shutting down the sound barrier.”

“I can try hacking into the system.” Y/n shrugged, turning to her girlfriend(?). “We just need to find the fuse box.”

“If they built it just for her.” Walker nodded slightly. “It’s got to be the main power source.”

Yelena rolled her eyes and sighed. “Okay, let’s go.”

They began to walk around the room, looking for the fuse box to shut down the sound barrier. Y/n walked alongside the farthest wall, catching a glimpse at the clock. It read 00:57. Fear began to creep into her chest. Her mind began to race about all the posible scenarios of what could happen if they didn’t find that fuse box. What could happen if they didn’t-

“I think I found it!” Yelena shouted from across the room as she pressed her ear to a box-like object on the wall.

“Watch out!” Ava shouted, running towards the blonde before opening the box to reveal an ordeal of wires.

“Let me see, maybe I can connect to the server throught here.” Y/n began, pulling out a small black box from the small pocket on her thigh.

“On your left!” John announced, causing Yelena to pull the y/h/c as the agent pushed his shield against the panel.

The fuse flickered before turning completely off, immediately shutting off the strong noise of the incinerator. Y/n frowned, feeling pleased by the quick work of the agent. They all moved to the middle of the room, ushering Ava towards the door. She successfully went throught, taking some weight off of Y/n’s chest. The clock now read 00:22 and they all stood next to each other, staring at the doors.

“Do you think she’s coming back?” Bob spoke with fear in his eyes.

“Should’ve seen this coming.” John muttered in disappointment.

Y/n grabbed Yelena’s hand, intertwining their fingers together as the vault became hotter and hotter. Their eyes locked, silently telling each other how much they love each other. The y/h/c lifted the blonde’s hand, kissing her knuckles. Yelena looked upward and closed her eyes along with Y/n as they both waited for their death.

An alarm began to blare as the door opened upward. They all ran towards the exit as the clock turned 00:00 causing an explosion to erupt. The four of them flew across the room where Y/n’s head crashed against the wall before landing on the ground. The y/h/c fell unconscious for a quick second, but when she opened her eyes, she wasn’t in the vault anymore. She stood in the middle of an empty warehouse. Voices began to come from her right, causing her to turn to see a familiar man being dragged towards her. He was tied up, mouth covered in ductape and eyes overflowing with tears.

“Finish the job.” A Russian man spat, pushing him towards Y/n.

She stared in confusion but quickly noticed they weren’t staring directly at her, they stared next to her. There stood 10 y/o Y/n, in her Red Room uniform. Her skin glossy with a sheer coat of sweat as her hands shook.

“What are you waiting for?” A man questioned, behind her.

The y/h/c recognized that voice. She had nightmares with that voice. It was Dreykov. He moved towards young Y/n, aggresively grabbing her arm to lift her gun towards the man. Her hands shook in fear. It was clear this was her first kill.

“Do it.” Dreykov whispered into her ear. “What are you waiting for?”

The girl stayed quiet, feeling nothing but fear and a wave of anxiety over her. The grip on her arm became tighter each second. So tight, that she began to fight against his grip, yearning for release.

“Shoot him!” He shouted and the gun went off unexpectedly.

Old Y/n stared teary eyed as her younger self crumbled in a sobbing ball before she was dragged away by older widows. She swallowed her nerves and turned her head to see Bob and Yelena staring in sadness.

“Bob?” The y/h/c stared in confusion. “Lena?”

Her eyes opened and she quickly noticed that she was stil lying on the ground with her fingers slightly grazing Bob’s hand. Their eyes met for a second before the y/h/c hurried to a sitting position, immediately thinking of Yelena. The blonde laid next to her, her green eyes fluttering open, instantly looking at Y/n in sadness.

“Y/n..” The blonde began.

“Not now, Lena.” She cut her off as she stood up, bringing the widow with her. “We can discuss that later.”

The blonde nodded and moved towards Bob to make sure he was alright. Y/n stared at the wall for a few seconds, reminiscing on what she saw. Why would that image pop into her head? Why did it feel so real? Why were Bob and Yelena in there?

What the hell just happened? Y/n thought to herself as she looked over her shoulder to the rest of her group.

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izels-writing · 7 months ago

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r. lupin — nargles, wrackspurts, and moly necklaces, oh my!

Pairing: remus lupin x fem!whimsical!reader

Summary: remus realizes he’s been a bad boyfriend.

Warnings: remus is a little dumb, i tried to portray an eccentric reader and failed i apologize, used the same three creatures im so sorry😭, slightly specific, NAMECALLING (not by anyone important), LET ME KNOW IF I MISS A WARNING!!

PART ONE, PART TWO

the first thing remus lupin noticed about you was your smile. it was subtle and contagious, but warm all the same. you were very beautiful, that he was sure of.

"oh hello," you introduced in a soft kind voice. "don't suppose you're looking for nargles as well? me and my friend lena are searching for them,"

remus paused. "i'm...i'm sorry...nargles?" he'd never heard of those before.

"yes, have you seen them?" you asked lightly. "they stole my friend lena's shoes, her brother said it had to be nargles,"

remus shook his head, afraid he'd say something insensitive. you hummed, looking dazed—or rather, in your own little world. he'd seen you around before, every once in a while, but he didn't really know your name.

"very well, thank you," you hummed, turning to walk away.

"wait!" he called out louder than he meant to. you turned around, surprised, but curious nonetheless. "what's your name?"

you smiled. "i'm y/n, nice to meet you. goodbye now," and you were off, not a care in the world.

remus wasn't sure what it was that attracted you to him, be it your carefree nature or your beauty—but he had to get to know you.

——

TWO YEARS LATER...

"uhm, why are we out here again, love?" remus asked, following behind you as your wand illuminated you both a path through the forbidden forest. it was day time, but the forest was still rather dark. you jumped over a tree root and stood there, looking around the forest with a rather dreamy look on your face.

"have you got a wrackspurt in your ears?" you giggled. "we're looking for any sign of the crumple-horned snorkack, lena's brother xeno said there's been sighting near hogsmeade,"

remus was quite sure there was no such thing, especially since he knew xenophilius liked to trick you and lena often. you two were best friends and rather...eccentric. you believed in many things others didn't, but perhaps lena might've been more quirky than you—making you the perfect pair. unfortunately for you, lena was in your shared dorm recovering from the flu.

but remus also enjoyed spending as much time as he could with you.

"i figured if anyone could help me find it, it'd be you—your werewolf senses will come in handy," you said in a distracted hum.

remus liked that about you too, you'd figured out his furry little problem two months into dating him—and you never treated it like a disease, always looking for a bright side to the curse.

"besides, i figured you'd enjoy coming along—since no one will see us together," you said calmly, continuing to walk into the forest. remus' eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he followed after you quickly.

"how do you mean, love?" he asked calmly, putting a hand on your shoulder. you stopped, turning to him.

"well, i've noticed that you enjoy doing things where people won't see us," you said in a thoughtful tone, though your eyes told an entirely different story. "if you're embarrassed to be seen with me, you should've told me," you explained.

remus looked at you shocked. "what?! no, of course i'm not embarra—how could you think that?"

for the first time in his life, remus noticed a fiery look in your eye as your eyebrows furrowed angrily. "your friends and family don't know you have a girlfriend, we only see each other after curfew, and you hardly talk to me in classes where it’s not just the two of us," you said sternly, your voice still it's soft melodic tone.

truth be told, you were right. and perhaps he was slightly embarrassed, but not for the reasons you thought. he was afraid of what everyone would say, him, a werewolf, dating such a kind and beautiful girl? not to mention, you and remus were very different. while he was logical, you were emotional. while he believed in the facts, you were open minded to all possibilities. he was afraid his friends would make terrible fun of you.

was he embarrassed of you?

"let's just finish looking, dinner will be soon," you said softly, turning to continue walking. he followed behind, attempting every way he could to measure just how mad you were at him.

——

"thank you for looking with me," you said gently, getting in your tippy toes to kiss remus' cheek. "i'll let you get to your friends now," you added, pulling back.

before you could turn and walk off, remus grabbed your hand. "who're you having dinner with? i thought lena was still sick?" he asked.

"she is," you replied fancifully. "i was going to sit at the end, watching for any nargles," you assured.

remus shook his head. "come, have dinner with me and my friends,"

"why?" you asked curiously. "oh, i made you upset earlier, didn't i? your face did that twitch,"

"what? no! i'm not upset, you had a point, i think you should meet my friends and family," remus replied. "we've been dating for a year now, what better time than now, right?"

you hummed in agreement. "yes, but i don't suppose they've got moly necklaces? like the one i gave you for christmas?"

remus tried to hide his amusement as your concern for his friends not having a small jar of moly made into a necklace. it was a perfect plant to counteract enchantments, but you liked to make it more appealing and accessible to eat if needed. you cared, in your own eccentric way.

"well, no," he replied softly.

"well, then i can't meet them yet! it's bad luck to not give people moly necklaces when you want to impress them! i'll meet them tomorrow!" you said determinedly in your soft, breathy voice. you turned to leave, but spun around one last time to give him a quick kiss on the lips, before beginning to dart down the hall.

"where are you going?!" remus called out, smiling admirably at you as you walked away from him.

"to make necklaces!" you called back softly.

——

divination class was one of your favorite classes, and it was one of the few classes remus actually talked and worked with you in. he was your table partner, of course, so it only made sense.

"well, my dream was morbid. i saw a dead body," he mumbled quietly to you.

you thought carefully. "one body or two?"

"one," he replied.

"you're going to fail your next potions test," you finalized, extremely confident in your statement.

he smiled at you, chuckling slightly before nodding at your journal. "what was your dream last night, love?"

"oh it was terrible," you sighed. "i couldn't find my potions textbook, and then my stuff kept disappearing left and right. and then people, you weren't there at all—it felt scary. but, i suppose it was the night hag paying us both a visit." you shrugged.

you had a knack for doing that, saying something very intimate but brushing it off with some creature. remus, at the beginning of your relationship, didn't know what to make of it. now, he just went along.

"i make you feel safe?" he asked softly, looking for your eyes.

"of course! who else if not you?" you replied, as though it were obvious.

remus smiled softly to himself.

"everyone else just thinks i'm mad," you smiled. "you actually listen to me," you placed a small kiss on his cheek.

——

though you didn't look it, remus could see you were a bit nervous to have dinner with his friends. you clutched the necklaces of moly tightly, waiting and watching as you waited for him outside the door the great hall. truth be told, he was more than nervous.

what if they made fun of you? what if they didn't like you? they were his only friends—his brothers, what would he do without them?

he went up to you, fixing his sweater collar. you looked beautiful, wearing a dark red shirt with a low-cut black overall dress over it and lacey tights with your mary-janes. your hair was neatly brushed and your makeup was minimal but precise. you looked like you were putting in effort, but still yourself.

“hello, love,” he smiled, pretending to be subtle as he checked you out. you smiled, “hello, rem,”

“come on, let’s meet the boys, i promise they’re fun once you get to know them,” he mumbled to you, to which you nodded. you didn’t try to reach other for his hand, feeling it wasn’t the right moment, but he did it instead—showing you that he really wasn’t embarrassed of you.

you both walked into the great hall, clutching his hand with one of your hands and holding the moly necklaces in the other. you spotted his friends—james potter, sirius black, and peter pettigrew—and felt a feeling you’d never felt before.

shy.

remus pulled you beside him as the two of you faced his friends, smiling at you before turning to them. to say they were shocked was an understatement.

the three of them looked between the two of you, confused and amazed all the same. especially as they glanced at the two of you holding hands, as you both sat right in front of them.

“this is y/n, my girlfriend,” remus emphasized to the three of them, before turning to you. “y/n, these are my mates sirius, james, and peter,”

“oh uhm…” james said, still recovering from his intial shock.

“has a wrackspurt interfered?” you asked before you could stop yourself, leaning close. “they can be tricky things, aren’t they?”

sirius smiled widely. remus thought for sure this dinner was going to be cut short, as sirius didn’t exactly have a talent for being sensitive.

“i’m sorry…did you say…wrackspurt?” he asked again. remus closed his eyes, fearing and dreading the worst.

“yes,” you replied in your dreamy tone. “do you know what they are?”

sirius chuckled, but not in a humorous way. “uhm, pandora burke , xenophilius lovegood’s girlfriend, she was telling me about them at some pureblood party we were both forced to attend. just hadn’t heard anyone else talk about them? do magical creatures interest you?”

remus opened his eyes, relieved and no longer bracing for impact that was tension.

“yes! i hope to be a mazooligist after graduating,” you added.

“that’s amazing, my dad knows plenty of them, says they’re always looking for interns over the summer—maybe i can ask for you?” james suggested. remus furrowed his eyebrows a bit. he didn’t know that.

“that would nice!” you smiled.

“what is that?” peter asked politely, pointing to your hand which still held the moly necklaces.

“oh! i almost forgot, these are for you,” you replied, handing each of them a necklace. “they’re molt necklaces, great plant for countering enchantments. i also topped it with butterbeer corks, to keep the nargles away,”

peter smiled kindly, though confused because he didn’t exactly know what nargles were, and replied, “well, thank you very much,”

the three boys put them on immediately, without another word. soon enough, they began conversing with you and each other like they’d known you as long as remus had. despite your quirks and eccentric ways, they seemed to like you.

remus smiled softly. he had no idea what he’d been so afraid of.

you and his friends were going to be just fine together.

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fandom-imagines-stories · 3 days ago

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Bonding Exercise Part One

Robert Reynolds x Reader

Words: 3091

Summary: For some reason, someone thought it would be a good idea for you to all go camping together… big mistake.

Notes: Oh look another imagine I had to split into two parts or else it was going to be way too long. Oops. I got this idea right before going to Yellowstone with my sisters and I couldn’t resist. This gives me classic Avengers Tower fic vibes and I am here for it. Let me know what you think!

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“The next person who breathes in my direction is never breathing again,” Ava snapped, glowering at the back row of seats through the rearview mirror.

Walker opened his mouth to speak–probably to point out that you and Bob were too focused on each other to be huffing on the back of her neck, but she turned her icy stare on him and he decided to sit quietly. Wise, considering he was the closest to her.

Alexei drove, so Yelena claimed ‘daughter privilege’ to the front seat. Walker and Ava took the center row, leaving you and your boyfriend to squeeze into the back with all the supplies that didn’t fit in the trunk.

Bucky did the smart thing and said he’d just take his motorcycle. You were definitely wishing you had chosen to ride separately right about now.

“No making out in the back of van!” Alexei called out, sending you a smirk.

Bob blushed. You buried your face in your hands.

“I only kissed her a little bit,” Bob murmured, earning disgusted noises from Ava and Walker.

You rolled your eyes. “Are we almost there?”

“Very close according to my GPS,” Alexei said. His GPS was a map on the dashboard with liquids you didn’t want to identify staining the corners. “Two-ish hours.”

The crowd in the car collectively groaned.

“Please tell me someone brought alcohol,” Ava said.

Everyone but Bob’s hands shot up. You leaned over, giving his hand a slight squeeze.

“I brought those fizzy drinks that you like,” you whispered. You’d found these non-alcoholic sparkling punch drinks that Bob had really liked. He brought your hand to his lips. Walker gagged.

“Can we ban them from sitting together for the rest of this stupid trip?”

“Just because your heart is dead, Walker, does not mean theirs has to be,” Yelena said. She flipped around in her seat. “Even if it is a little nauseating.”

You were grateful no one mentioned that the two of you were the reason you were in this mess to begin with. For a long time, you and Bob kept your feelings for each other between yourselves. Things were complicated enough, and you didn’t want to deal with the possibility of Valentina turning you into some kind of super couple. The attention was bad enough. You wouldn’t drag Bob into that.

Unfortunately, the team wasn’t overly thrilled to find out you’d been going behind their backs for nearly a year.

You’d gone to a very small pizza place on Staten Island to celebrate another year of Sobriety for Bob, and Walker, Bucky, and Ava found you. Needless to say, it did not go well.

With a very public blow-up now circulating about the New Avengers, Valentine said something needed to be done. Mel gave you two solutions: a spiritual bonding retreat or camping. The group unanimously decided.

You understood why they thought it was a bad idea, Bucky especially. He’d been around long enough to know there was no such thing as a happy ending. But was it too much to ask for a happy middle?

As if sensing where your mind had taken you, Bob moved his thumb back and forth against the back of your hand.

“What if we get attacked by a bear?” Ava asked. “Do any of us actually have a clue what we’re doing?”

“We were taught how to survive in the wild in case we had to go on the run,” Yelena said. “I could skin a rabbit faster than anyone else.”

“I don’t want to skin a rabbit,” Bob said.

“We have plenty of food,” you assured him.

“I will fight off any bear that comes near Lena,” Alexei said, patting her on the shoulder. She grimaced and turned to the window.

“Why do you care?” Walker asked. “You can just materialize away from it.”

“Maybe the bear would be friendly.”

“Bears are not friendly, Bob.” Walker snapped. “They are killing machines.”

“I thought that’s what we were,” you muttered.

The rest of the ride was held in irritated silence, with the occasional anecdote from Aleix, which just made you more and more confused about his past. You listened, though, to every word. Every time one of them talked about where they came from, you wondered if your story was the same. Were you changed in some lab? Or were you put through a program like the Black Widows? All you knew was that you woke up one day in a clearing surrounded by a circle of bodies–a SWAT team–and you could control liquid. Including making human blood boil. The rest, who you were before that day, you couldn’t remember. All this power, all the pressure to be something great, and you didn’t even know your last name.

“Are you sure this is the road?” Yelena asked. She had the map spread over her lap, tracing her fingers over the lines that marked the paths.

“I know exactly where we are going.” Alexei made an abrupt turn, launching you into Bob’s lap, and a case of tent spikes into your back.

He grunted, taking a shoulder to the ribs.

“Isn’t there supposed to be a lake?”

“Who let him drive?” Walker exclaimed.

Bob helped steady you back into the seat, sliding his arm behind you to both keep you steady against Alexei’s driving and to ease the anxiety building in his chest.

He didn’t have fond memories of family trips. Or camping. Or anything involving other people in general.

“We are definitely in the wrong place,” Yelena said. “Just go to where I tell you.”

“Fine, fine.” Alexei whipped the car around. Bob had to hold onto Walker’s headrest so he wouldn’t slide into you. “I was taking the scenic route.”

“Buck is going to think we got attacked or something,” Bob snickered.

“I’m sure he’s thrilled to have the time away from us,” you said.

Bob leaned in, whispering. “He needs his old man alone time.”

You snorted, which made Ava glower again. You both tried to hold your breath, which just made you laugh harder.

“That’s it.” Ava clicked her seat belt and started to climb over the seat, Walker, and you both tried to hold her back from tackling Bob.

Bucky, sure enough, was waiting at the campsite by the time Alexei found the right dirt road- after almost driving you all into a river. Bucky sat next to a perfectly made tent in front of a perfectly made fire, cooking a can of soup. He glanced up when the van skidded to a stop in front of him, frowning.

“The team is all together!” Alexei cheered.

Bucky raised a brow. “You were supposed to be here three hours ago.”

“Yeah.” Walker climbed out of the car. “We know.”

Ava was next. Then you. Then Bob, who had a little red mark on his forehead where Ava flicked him. When he scrunched from the back seat, he took in the scene around you. Everywhere were tall trees with leaves that caught the sun like emeralds. Down a makeshift path of stones was a beach next to a crystal blue lake. Most of all, there was quiet unlike anything he’d ever known before. His whole life had been noise. It felt strange, almost unsettling, to take that away. But he was drawn to it anyway.

You breathed in the smell of damp earth and were grateful it wasn’t trash on the street for once. Part of you wished the change would help you remember. Were you an outdoorsy kid?

“Alright.” Yelena hopped down from the passenger seat. “Now, we set up.”

Bucky slurped a spoonful of soup. “Done.”

“Yes, well, we have to decide who is sharing,” Yelena said. "There are only three more tents.”

Alexei held up a hand.

“No,” Yelena said.

He put his hand back down.

“Bucky, Walker, you’ve known each other the longest,” Ava said.

“Only because we beat the shit out of each other a couple years ago. That shouldn’t count.” Walk said. “Why can’t you and Yelena share? Have a ‘girls night’ or whatever.”

“Do you think all women are just dying to have sleepovers with each other?” She fired back.

“Bob and I will share,” you finally blurted.

The others went quiet. Bucky looked away. You hated how they all acted like your relationship was some taboo subject. The second it wasn't just something to joke about, they just wanted to pretend it wasn’t real. Like it was something they could all just forget about.

Screw that. You knew what it was like to really forget.

Nudging Bob with your arm, you started for the trunk of the van.

“Come on. We can set up by the lake.” You grabbed the biggest tent and set of spikes.

Bob glanced at the others, then at you, then at the lake. It did look like a nice spot. He followed you through the small opening in the trees to a wide section of smooth gravel on the beach.

Walker snagged his arm before he could step out of the brush.

“I swear, if I have to listen to the two of you-” He inhaled sharply, “canoodling all night, I will kill you in your sleep. Got it?”

“I don’t think I can actually-”

“Got it!” Walker just seemed so irritated, Bob decided to just nod. He hurried after you.

“You okay?” You asked, spotting Walker’s retreating form.

“Yeah.” Bob’s brows furrowed. “I just don’t think I’ve ever heard a grown man say ‘canoodling’.”

You snorted and rolled your eyes for the thousandth time since the trip started.

“That’s because Walker isn’t a grown man. He’s a twelve-year-old bully trapped in a super soldier’s body.” You placed the first tent spike and realized you forgot a hammer. “Little help?”

Bob crouched down beside you and pressed the stake into the ground with ease, doing the same for each corner and on the sides. It was actually kind of fun, and when you were finished, the tent was sturdy and in place. Bob felt a flicker of accomplishment. It was something so normal and yet, it wasn’t anything he’d done before. Maybe this trip wouldn't be so bad after all.

“Hey.” Bob caught your hand, tugging you gently toward him. “I know they’re still kind of pissed at us, but I’m happy I get to be out here with you.” He smiled his sweet, crooked smile and kissed your cheek.

You leaned into him, relaxing for the first time since the fight with the others in front of that stupid pizza place. Between his presence and the quiet rush of waves from the lake, you could actually breathe again.

“We should get back,” you said, reluctantly turning away. “The others will think we’re up to something scandalous.”

Bob hesitated. He pulled you closer to him, hugging you from behind so you were both facing the water.

“Just a little longer,” he pleaded softly, pressing his lips to the nape of your neck. He snuggled into you the way he often did right before he fell asleep, taking you in as much as his senses let him. You smelled like fresh rain, your skin soft against his, your voice calming in his ears. He wanted to savor every second.

“Do you have extra tent spikes?” Yelena poked her head out from the trees. “Alexei managed to break all of his.”

“I’m sorry I’m too strong for little plastic pokey sticks!”

Your light laugh vibrated against Bob's chest.

“We’ll be right there,” you said.

Bob loosened his hold, and the two of you made your way back to the main camp.

“Oh no.” You muttered, finding you’d left behind complete and utter chaos. “You guys, we were gone for five minutes!”

Before you sat two piles that might have been tents and a set of charred hot dogs next to the fire. Alexei was still trying to put the rods of his tent together and Walker was failing to give him instructions in any sort of calm, helpful manner whatsoever. Ava had gotten into the beers and was watching it all next to Bucky. All they needed was popcorn.

You let your palm hit your forehead and slid your hand down your face. Bob just stood next to you, blinking.”

“Do you think we should help them?” He whispered.

You sighed and walked over to the first failed attempt at shelter. Using the same patience and method as before, you and Bob managed to put both up by the time Alexei fixed his.

“You cheated,” he huffed. “He can fly.”

How that helped put a tent together, you weren't sure, but you decided not to argue anyway. You instead focused on getting yourself a drink. A strong one. You handed Bob one of his punches and he took it like a kid taking candy.

“Thanks,” he muttered, taking a sip with a content smile. Bob watched you make a drink and sit in front of the fire, waiting a moment before joining you. He liked the way the flame made your eyes glow, how it warmed your skin, and flickered at the shadows around you.

Bucky cleared his throat, making Bob jump. The old soldier raised a brow. Bob gave him a smile, tight lipped smile.

“Did you, uh,” he took another sip for courage, “have a nice ride out here?”

Bucky narrowed his eyes like he was suspicious of the question. But after a second, he eased.

“Yeah,” he said. “It’s good to get out of the city for once.”

“It’s so quiet,” Bob awed. “And it smells so good. I forgot how good trees smell, you know?”

Bucky glanced at him for a long while- not out of annoyance. Appreciation. He found a strange sense of comfort in seeing the kid so happy.

“Yeah,” he said finally. “It’s nice.”

Bob took a breath. “So about the other day-”

“Nope.” Bucky shook his head briskly and stalked off.

Bob deflated a little and went to join you.

You stared into the fire, trying to ignore the cold creeping into the air. Ever since you gained your powers, even the slightest chill sank down to your bones, like ice taking over your body. Maybe you were always like that. Maybe not.

“Are you cold?” Bob asked.

You hadn’t realized how much you started shivering.

“Oh! Here.” He jumped up to grab something from the van. He came back with a massive, fluffy blanket that he usually kept on his bed. “I brought this for you because you always forget and you’re always cold.” Bob wrapped it around your shoulders, letting his hands linger to rub warmth into your arms. “I hope that helps.”

“It’s perfect.” You tilted your head back to look at him. “Thank you.”

He sat beside you. You tucked the blanket around him, too.

The others all gathered around the fire and for a while, it all felt weirdly… normal. Like you really were just a regular family on summer vacation. Alexei started telling another one of his stories and Yelena kept pointing out everything he got wrong, which made you all laugh. Bucky made everyone’s hot dogs because he was the only one who could manage not to burn them. Even Walker seemed to have a decent time. He heated a pot of coffee over the fire and poured you a cup.

“This’ll warm you up,” he said. His gaze darted between you and Bob. You hadn’t realized how much you were snuggled into him, still shivering. But Walker didn’t make any snide remarks or roll his eyes, he just held out the steaming mug.

You grasped it with both hands, letting it warm your palms. “Thanks.”

He nodded and turned back to the conversation- something about new weapons from somewhere or something.

“Ugh, I thought we came out here so we didn't have to talk about work,” Ava whined. Everyone paused. You each looked around the group.

Bucky raised a brow. “What else are we going to talk about?”

Ava rested her chin on her hand, frowning. “You make us sound so pathetic.”

Another pause. The group collectively shrugged.

“I watched a pretty cool movie on Netflix the other night while you guys were out,” Bob chimed in. “It was about–”

“She kinda has a point,” Walker interrupted. “None of us really has a life anymore.

“You say that like we had one before,” Yelena said. You could tell this wasn’t going to be a pleasant topic.

“I did.”

“Good for you, Walker,” she huffed. “Tell us another story of your time in the American military. We’re all dying to know.”

“I think that’s a little uncalled for-” Bob started, but was silenced again as their argument erupted. Ava jumped in. Bucky tried to get them to shut up, which roped him in, too.

“Are we going to do this every time?” You exclaimed over the commotion. “Rehash the same things like we’re all broken records of tragic backstories?”

It must have been the drive. Or maybe the situation in general. But Yelena was annoyed and wasn’t thinking.

“It must be nice not to remember,” she fired back. As soon as she said it, a deadly quiet fell over all of you. Her eyes widened, processing what she’d done.

Bob tried to hold you closer, to remind you he was there, but you stood and walked away, letting the blanket fall around him.

“Y/N, wait!” Yelena called.

You disappeared into the dark and the trees. Overhead, thunder boomed. Bob and Yelena jumped to their feet.

“Let her go,” Bucky said. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

Silence came again.

Alexei let out a low, long breath, shaking his head. “I knew I should have brought he board games.”

Yelena sat back down, head in her hands, but Bob stayed. He wanted to run after you, but his feet wouldn't move. He couldn’t see you anymore. It made him nervous. It wasn’t as though this was the first time it had come up, but he knew each time that it did was another shot of ice through you. Another brick for you to build the wall around your heart. He just hoped this time he could do something to stop it. You were always there for him. He didn’t want you to get lost in the same shadows.

“I’m making another drink,” Ava said. “Who wants–” Before she even finished, hands shot into the air, Bucky’s metal one glinting in the crackling light of the fire.

#robert reynolds #robert reynolds x reader #bob thunderbolts #thunderbolts imagines #marvel imagines #new avengers #yelena belova #bucky barnes #john walker #ava starr #alexei shostakov #lewis pullman #lewis pullman imagine

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My Favorite Pet

Touch Me (1)

BDSM Preformer!Fem!Reader! X subby! Wanda

Summary: You've hit your limit when you can't find a partner to click with at work until a new plaything comes along.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI!, obviously BDSM themes at play, collar leash play, exhibitionism and voyeurism, pet play, pet names (R is referred by W as Mommy, W is referred by R as pet and plaything along with amor) degradation, praise, R uses strap on W, rope play, vibrator use, edge play, aftercare

Word count: 4.5K

A/N: I loved writing this, and I still have more I want to do with this, so if you like it, there could be a part 2 in the future

Having all eyes on you was something you normally dreaded. You hated knowing that people were looking or staring at you. Normally you’d want to be invisible, but not now; not on stage. Fuck did it feel good to have people watching you get degraded or degrade someone else. To toy and tease, bending to your pleasure.

You stood above him, cold as you played through your scene; distant. As soon as it ended, you were gone, far away from him and everyone else. Of course, though, he yells after you are trying to get you to stop. You hate it when anyone yells at you, but more specifically, men.

“What the hell is wrong with you, Y/N!?” He asked as you stopped. Everyone around had their eyes on you, and you shook in place. “Well? What the hell was that? There was nothing behind that! No feeling. No emotion! How are we supposed to give them a good show when it’s all fake?”

You kept walking, ignoring him and his words. It didn’t matter to you anymore. They’re all the same, and none of them are satisfying to you.

“Fuck this I’m done. Find yourself a new stage partner!” you started running until you went out the back door, out of breath as you fall down.

How are you supposed to keep this job when you can’t work with anyone here? You can’t do anything else. This is all you're good at. You are not going to go back to being a teacher again. You loved that, but this was on a whole other level of making you happy and paying the bills that’s for sure.

“Y/N/N?” You hear the familiar voice of your best friend, Kate, call out to you. You look up at her, and she realizes the tears in your eyes. “Oh Y/N, what happened?” She sits down next to you, the warm summer night air feeling good on your skin.

“I can’t work with any of them. There’s no feeling behind it and none of them want to work with me if I can’t do that, but I haven’t been able to do that since…” you shake your head trying not to think of bad thoughts, back to your last partner, well your last partner before Kate. You feel her arms wrap around you, pulling you close.

“Listen to me. She’s nothing. Got it? She’s a shit person, and she doesn’t control you.” You nod slowly, choosing to think of the better times with Kate. You sniffled a bit, and Kate held you tighter. You and Kate had dated for a bit, but you two realized you were better as friends.

“You’ll be okay, let’s go home.” She got up, pulling you up with her.

You hadn’t been to the club in a week even though the manager keeps calling you to ask if you want to do a performance. You can’t though…nobody wants you as their partner. You can’t put emotions into something that you have no emotion towards.

You're lying on Kate’s couch with a blanket pulled up to your chin and scrolling on your social media. You've been staying here instead of your house because you didn’t want to be alone. Kate’s wife, Yelena, is pretty amazing, too. The three of you get along really well. She’s at the end of the couch with your feet on her lap as she watches something on TV. Your phone buzzes again, and it’s your manager, Natasha, who is Yelena’s older sister; you sigh and get Yelena’s attention before answering it.

“Yes Tasha?” you asked, sounding exhausted even to yourself. You shifted onto your back and looked at Lena, who raised an eyebrow. Mouthing ‘Sestra?’ Which you nod to her.

“Can you come tonight? I need you to help out with a new girl. She’s going to be starting tonight. She’s a year younger than you and I think it’d be good for both of you.” You sigh again, not really wanting to go out tonight, especially not there where you have to dress up and put on a show.

“Domme or sub?” you ask, noticing Yelena’s smirking.

“Sub it seems.” Submissive boys are fun to play with, but girls are always a lot more fun to play with.

“Alright…what time?” you could hear her perk up.

“The usual time. Five to close.” You sigh again. After not being there for a week, you were not looking forward to a nine hour shift.

“I’ll be there, no promises on how good I’ll be.” You let her know and hung up. You closed your eyes, and Lena spoke,

“We going to the club tonight?” Lena wiggled her eyebrows at you. As if doesn’t visit her sister every night or work on the back end of the business with Kate.

“Yeah there’s a new girl they want me to show her the ropes, literally.” you both laugh at the pun as Kate comes in the front door.

“What’s so funny?” She asks setting her keys down in the bowl they keep by the entry way.

“Y/N’s gotta show a new girl the ropes.” Kate’s expression falls.

“You two are idiots.”

“We’re your idiots though~” you say and get up with a smile. “This could end up being a fun evening.”

You had Kate and Yelena take you back home so you could go choose an outfit. It was simple enough, just a red silk button-up with a black tie and a black button-up vest and some black dress pants as well as a pair of black loafers. You checked yourself over in the mirror and slicked your Y/H/C hair back.

Your phone vibrates multiple times in a row, and you know it’s Kate. You smile and roll your eyes as you grab your phone. Five new text messages from her.

≈≈≈

The club was always so quiet before hours as the three of you made your way inside past Bucky the bouncer who always loved to see you. Familiar faces on you, some happy and others not so much as you made my way to Tasha letting her know to send the new girl to your room and then headed there. Kate and Yelena stayed behind, grabbing a drink from the bartender, Scott.

You were putting the finishing touches on your make-up when there was a knock at your door. “Come in.” you called, when the door opened you looked through your mirror to see probably the most beautiful woman you had ever met, auburn hair, piercing emerald green eyes that you could see from across the room, she wore a short black dress with a red leather crop jacket, she wore knee high ripped stockings, and ankle cuff boots, the make-up around her green eyes was dark and smoky in a way that reminded me of high school.

“Hi you’re Y/N, right?” She asked and fuck she has an accent which is your biggest weakness. You love accents of all kinds and most of them turn you on.

“Yes that is me. I unfortunately wasn’t told your name, just that you’re new and would be my new partner.” She smiled at you.

“Wanda. Wanda Maximoff.” She told me.

“Wanda...” You tested the name on your lips. “Beautiful.” You smiled and noticed her blush. “Come here.” You beckoned, and she finally stepped in, sauntering over to you. “Spin around.” She does as told, spinning slowly as I looked her over, drinking up every inch of her. “Stop.” you commanded as she faced you again. “Kneel.” She got down without a word of protest, “Such a good girl.” You smirk. “Now tell me, is there anything I should know about you, Wanda?” you ask and she pulls out the forms that everyone has to fill out of their kinks, hard limits, soft limits, and some personal questions mainly about health issues that your play partner should be aware of, allergies, and if you have any STDs. The last question is about safe sex which Wanda takes birth control much like myself. Not that you ever actually do it with the guys.

As far as tastes go, Wanda and you are pretty much on the same page with your likes and dislikes, which makes you smile. “I can work with this.” You tilt her chin up using your fingers. She had been looking at the floor this whole time, “Now for my own personal questions for you, Wanda. Which name do you like better, pet, puppy, kitten, baby, or something else entirely?” You ask her.

“Pet is always a good one for me. I tend to have Doms that tell me what I am, why does it matter which I like best?” She tilts her head to the side so innocently.

“I want to get the best reaction out of you. The whole performance is you. All eyes on your reactions, and they need to be genuine. No form of play is good if you don’t follow one simple rule.” You tell her, and she tilts her head the opposite way. You lean down slightly, so you're eye level with her. “I may be the Domme, but you are in control of the whole scene. You’re the one who holds control over all of it.” You tell her, and she looks so confused.

“What are you talking about? I’m not in control at all. You control me. You tie me up, you degrade me, you turn me into a dumb slut because you’ve fucked me until I can’t even think how am I in control?” you bite your lip at the idea of everything she just said to you, soaking it in and remembering it for your performance.

“Safe word.” You start, “You hold all of the control because you hold the safe word. The thing that will end everything. Make me stop dead in my tracks and make sure you’re okay. Make sure you are safe.” You're looking into the deep emerald eyes, and she’s staring back into my own Y/E/C ones. “You really never had a good Dom who took care of you, did you?” You tilt your head.

“They took care of me in the way that mattered.” She tried defending, but I knew she didn't have a leg to stand on in this aspect.

“Aftercare.” You state simply, and she looks at you with her face contorting in confusion.

“What?”

“Have you ever had aftercare?”

“I...what is that?” Your heart sinks at her response.

“How many Dom/sub relationships have you been in?”

“Seven.” She swallows hard. Seven BDSM relationships and not one of them took care of this girl?

“Aftercare is what you do when the scene ends. This is where the Dom makes sure that you come back from subspace in a safe way and not crashing back; it can have bad effects on your mental and physical health. I always have my subs tell me what they like best, for me personally when I’m the sub I tend to ask for cuddles and I can just scroll on my phone watching tiktok and YouTube shorts that I can share with my partner. I’ve had subs that ask for cuddles and words of affirmation, I’ve had baths after a scene is done, surprisingly I even had one that just wanted to always go for a walk in the park after.” ypu shrug, “Everyone is different. What is something you think you’d like to do?” You ask, and she thinks for a moment.

“I really enjoy cooking, and I’m always hungry after sex. I’ve always just cooked by myself, making a meal for my Dom.” She confesses.

“Well then, after we finish our performance, you and I can go back to my place, it’s only a few blocks away, and we can cook dinner. Does that sound good?” She blushes and nods. You cup her cheeks, brushing the pads of your thumbs across her cheeks, loving the feeling of her smooth skin beneath your tips. “I’m going to take care of you, Wanda. We have a long night ahead of us. While others perform until it’s our turn, luckily they saved us for last, we’ll be going around the club and introducing you to our clientele. I’ll introduce you as my pet or plaything. You have no name to them, at least as a sub. Well, even as a Domme, I shouldn’t have a name, but they all know me out there, so they call me by my name.” You let her know, and she’s listening intently.

“Yes...uh...”

“Miss, Mistress, Master, Sir, Mommy. Whichever you prefer. I love all of them.”

“Yes...Mommy.” you smiled at her, running your fingers through her hair.

“My good baby.” I haven’t felt like this since her. It's been so long since you thought you'd never feel like this with a partner again. “How about we get you all dressed up, pretty girl. As much as I love this outfit you’ve chosen. I’d like you in something a little different.” You smirk, and she nods happily, ready and willing to follow.

You get her dressed in a red lace lingerie set with black accents and roses over it, along with garter belts and a pair of black thigh highs. You get her all fixed up and dolled up. “There’s a pretty girl.” You put your thumb and middle finger on either side of her chin. “I can’t wait to have you screaming later.” You tease as you grab a little lacey red and black collar for her to match that you put on her, a little tag hanging from it that says ‘Property of Y/N/N’

“Y/N/N?” Wanda questions.

“My nickname. It feels more personal than one that has my Domme title. Besides, I have like six that I rotate through. My nickname is always permanent.” You explain, and her biting her lip and blushing doesn’t go unnoticed by you.

≈≈≈

“Y/N, Miss. Romanoff wants you on stage for a solo.” MJ, Natasha’s ‘assistant’ tells me, you internally and externally groan, rolling your neck. You're about to throw a tantrum when Tasha rounds the corner, giving you her signature look.

“Yeah, no. I’m having none of your attitude after ghosting us for a week. You’ll go up there, and you WILL have a good time. You’ll show your pet just how much fun solos can be. Do I make myself clear? Unless you want a punishment tonight?” Tasha asks, and it just makes you want to groan more. She grabs your face tightly, nails digging in, making you hiss. You aren't in the head space for that as you pull away.

“Okay Tasha I get it. I’m not in a sub state of mind, so can you lay off.” You bite at her. Tasha was your oldest friend. Older than Kate and who you met in high school. Tasha and you go back to diapers, which is why she puts up with your bullshit at times and other times knowing when you need to be put in your place. Tasha and you have fucked around, you have for years, it was always a good time when you needed to not think for six or more hours.

“Then act like it. I set up your Playlist.”

“Okay fine. Let’s go, pet.” You tug on the leash that is attached to the collar around her neck. When you get in front of the stage, you turn to Wanda. “Sit.” She sits front and center on the floor. “Good girl. Watch me.”

“Who’s ready for some good entertainment!?” You call out, you're back to the crowd as they roar back as ‘Hey Look Ma, I Made it’ starts playing, and you're taking over the stage. Suddenly, you're a whole other person. Captivating everyone, locking eyes, you dance and sing around. Next plays ‘Lying is the Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off’ and you smirk, looking at Wanda as you crawl over to her. So long as you don’t pull her up on the stage it’s still a solo performance. Tasha doesn’t have rules about involving audience members so long as they don’t come on the stage.

You fuck with her almost the whole song as you move around, touching yourself, moaning out as the crowd roars, money finding it’s way to the stage as you practically get yourself off in front of them. As the song crescendos, you feel an orgasm rack through your body as you lock eyes with Wanda, watching her squirm, thighs so tightly pressed against each other, and you smirk at her as your performance ends. Collecting your earnings and bowing as you get off the stage, grabbing Wanda’s leash and pulling her.

“Let’s go. Now.” You pull her back to your dressing room, locking the door behind you. “Strip. Now.” She seems taken aback by it as you start taking off the little clothes you had left after your performance. She starts doing the same, and once you're both undressed, you push her back onto the bed in your dressing room. Moving yourself between her thighs, which are covered in her juices, you can smell her, and you feel hazy from how good she smells. Without asking you dive right in, letting your tongue swipe over her folds as she moans out, you moan out at how good she tastes, so fucking sweet,

“Ah! M-Mommy!” You flick both your tongue and your eyes up at her. Watching as her face twists in pleasure, expertly working your tongue over her and sucking on her clit. “Please...”

“Please what?”

“Please fuck me.” you smirk at her words.

“Oh you can do better than that pet. Go on, beg for it.”

“Please Mommy fuck me with your fingers! Please fill me up with your fingers and make me cum until I can’t think!” you do as asked and push two fingers inside making her moan out as she grabs your hair, rutting against your face as you lay your tongue out flat for her to ride against as you pump your fingers in her. “F-Faster..Harder...” She’s whimpering and so you add a third finger making it a little harder to move as her walls clench around your slender digits.

“Oh good girl, so tight for Mommy. Are you going to cum from Mommy’s fingers?”

“Yes Mommy!”

“Did you enjoy my performance pet?”

“Yes Mommy!”

“Did you want to touch yourself when you saw me like that?”

“Yes Mommy! I wanted to touch myself. I wanted to crawl on stage and eat you and please you and...ah...Mommy.” Her words sent fire to your core.

“Cum.” you tell her and moments later she’s unraveling in front of you. A moaning, whimpering, mewling mess. “Good girl...so good for Mommy.” you lick up what you can off your face, moaning once more at the taste as you move up, brushing your thumb across her bottom lip, “Open.” She opens her mouth allowing your fingers inside as she looks you in the eye, cleaning them. “Mmmm fuck...” you felt that familiar feeling in your chest as your eyes bore into each other, the feelings she was sending through you. You knew what this was and you don’t think you've ever fallen faster.

“More?” you laugh a bit at her request.

“Oh you’ll get plenty during our performance, pretty girl. Don’t worry Mommy’s going to take good care of you.”

≈≈≈

When Wanda stood, she was taller than you, which meant on stage she'd be kept on her knees. You made sure she had on knee pads since we'd be performing for over an hour.

“Hello out there to all you lovely people! Welcome to the last performance of the night here at The Red Room!” Of course, there were some people making disheartening noises. “Don't you worry my pet and I will make sure that this is a performance you can go home later and think about while you fuck yourselves!” you call out as you get things ready. “Now my pet is new. It is her first performance tonight. Shall I go easy on her?” A roar of no's came from the crowd. “Well I'm glad it's not up to you. I'm going to give her everything she wants and needs. When I'm done with her she's going to be a dumb slut with no thoughts.” you make a clicking noise with your mouth, signaling Wanda to come out, crawling as she makes her way to me. Before your performance you told her to keep her eyes on you unless you told her otherwise. Mostly to help with her nerves. When she got to your legs she nuzzled into them. Yoi ran your fingers through her hair.

“I'd like everyone to meet my new pet to those who didn't get the opportunity earlier. She's a sweet little plaything, and I'm going to break her so good before your eyes tonight.” You look down at Wanda and smile as you grip her hair, pulling as she mewls. You loved hearing her sounds. She looked up at you, eyes already blown with lust just from the eyes on her.

You get her up on the bed we have up on the stage. It has this amazing bathroom blanket for any messes that are made, which is amazing.

“Strip.” She does as told, taking off her lingerie set you put her in, leaving her in only your collar, you smiled down at her. “Tão bonita.(So beautiful)” You speak in Portuguese, which throws her off momentarily, not knowing what you've said to her.

You grab the ropes and start tying her up expertly. Doing your signature pentagram harness, whispering as you tighten the ropes down her arms, “Are you comfortable?”

“Yes Mommy.” You smile and kiss her neck, nibbling and making sure you mark her up. She's yours. No one else is taking her from you.

You have her kneeling for you, back arched perfectly as the vibrator sits against her clit and you pound into her with your 8 inch strap. “Who are you?” you ask, grabbing her hair, pulling her against your chest.

“Mommy’s dumb little cock slut!” She cries out. You’ve been edging her for just about an hour. Every time she's come close you stop everything and whisper sweet nothings in her ears. All the makeup she's put on is ruined and staining her cheeks from the tears in her eyes. “You look so cute when you cry, amor.”

“M-Mommy please…can't take n’more. Cum Mommy?” She was begging and mewling as you left marks over her back. You push all 8 inches back inside, bottoming out as you push her face down into the mattress.

“My fucking slut wants to cum?” you ask.

“Yes! Yes, Mommy! Please! Please, Mommy! Wan’cum on Mommy's cock!”

“Go on slut. Cum all over my cock.” Wanda cums on your command, shaking intensely as she squeezes so tight it's hard to move, but the friction is enough to get you off. “F-fuck!” you moan out as you bottom out inside her and rutt against her as she collapses beneath you. Completely engulfed in subspace as I slowly pull out of her.

“Thank you, everyone. I hope you enjoyed my pet's first performance and any further tips are always appreciated.” You say with a bow as various customers and clients leave us tips on the stage. You leave Steve, who cleans up the stage between performances to clean it up as you untie Wanda, the rope marks deep in her skin, more marks from me. You toss aside the strap after the curtain has closed and pick Wanda up. She's taller than you, but you're strong enough to do this much as you take her back to your dressing room. Laying her down on your bed as you grab comfy clothes of sweatpants and a baggy shirt for her. Throwing leggings and a sweatshirt on yourself, not bothering with anything else for us besides shoes. “Let's go to my house, amor. Can you walk?” You ask, and she nods, but almost falls when she tries to stand on her own. “I've got you. Come on, let's go get you that aftercare.” You have your arm around her waist as you walk out.

You set Wanda up on your countertop as she figured out a recipe to make and you counted out your tips dividing it in half.

“Here you go, amor. Your half.” You hand it to her,

“How much is it?” She asks, eyes coming off the screen as she looks at the wad I'm handing her.

“$750. Don't expect it every time. Our performance was new, and people were excited. I've had nights where I only make $50. Either way, though, just remember that there's always tomorrow.” You tell her.

“Y/N?”

“hmm?”

“How long have you done this for?” She asks, and you notice how she is now coming back fully as she looks around your penthouse.

“10 years.”

“How old are you?”

“28. I've been doing this since I was 18. Natasha and I go way back to being in diapers. Our parents were friends growing up. Tasha is a few years older than me and established the club while I finished up high school. Once I turned 18, she let me join the club.” Wanda nodded, listening.

“How many-”

“Too many. I'd rather not think about that, okay, amor?” You had cut her off. You didn't want to think about past partners. All you wanted was her at this moment.

You move between her legs, kissing gently over the marks you've left on her neck. “I only want to think about you right now.” You admit against her neck, and you feel her relax.

“I'm okay with that.” You smiled against her neck.

“How about we make some pasta? I've got a carb craving right now.” you ask, looking up at her. Though I'd be dominant all night, looking up at her from between her legs just felt right.

“Sounds good to me.” She cupped your cheeks and leaned down, pulling you up so your lips met, and you melted a bit. She was perfect.

The two of you were curled up on your couch watching sitcoms. You had found out they were Wanda's favorites. You were lying down. You were laying on her mainly because she pulled you in this way. “Shhh I wanna hold you.” Had been her response, and you didn't argue with her. Laying here with your head on her chest, hearing her heartbeat as she gently scratched my scalp eventually lulled you to sleep.

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