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Exploring Prefabricated Houses in India: Types, Companies, and Rates per Sqft
In recent years, the concept of prefabricated houses has gained significant popularity in India. These houses are built off-site and then transported to the desired location for quick and efficient installation. Prefabricated houses offer numerous advantages such as cost-effectiveness, reduced construction time, and flexibility in design. In this blog, we will explore some of the different typesâŠ
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#Concrete panel homes#Container homes#Cost-effective housing solutions#Design flexibility in prefabricated houses#Modular homes#Panelized homes#Prefab homes#Prefabricated houses in India#Prefabricated housing companies#Quick assembly homes#Rates per sqft#Steel frame homes#Sustainable construction#talkstreetblog#Types of prefabricated houses#Wooden homes
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How to Select the Best Standing Rack
When looking for a standing rack, there are a few things you'll want to keep in mind. First, consider what you'll be using the rack for. If you're simply looking for a way to store extra towels or linens, a basic rack will suffice. However, if you're looking for a rack to use for drying clothes, you'll want to make sure it's sturdy and has good ventilation.
Next, take a look at the size of the rack. You'll want to make sure it's large enough to accommodate the items you want to store or dry. It shouldn't, however, take up too much space in your home, so you should avoid buying one that's too large.Â
Finally, consider the price. Folding racks can vary widely in price, so it's important to find one that fits within your budget. With a little bit of research, you should be able to find a great standing rack that meets all of your needs.
When it comes to choosing a standing rack, there are a few things you'll want to keep in mind to select the best one for your needs. Here are a few points to consider:
1. Capacity
How much weight will you be storing on the rack? Make sure to choose a rack that can accommodate your needs. You can consider both volumetric capacity as well as weight capacity. You can choose a three-shelf, four-shelf, five-shelf, etc. but it is suggested to choose a rack with at least three shelves.
2. Stability
A folding rack should be stable and sturdy. Avoid any that seem flimsy or unstable.
3. Ease of use
Ensure that the rack is easy to assemble and disassemble. You'll want something quick and easy to use.
4. Portability
A lightweight and easy-to-transport rack is ideal if you plan to move it around a lot. Some folding racks come with wheels which makes them easy to move from one place to another.
5. Price
Don't forget to compare prices to get the best deal and also donât compromise on the best quality.
Keep these points in mind when shopping for a Standing Rack and you'll be sure to choose the best one for your needs.
#home improvement#Standing Rack#Best Standing Rack#lightweight#transport rack#easy to assemble#stable and sturdy#Folding racks#meets all of your needs#good ventilation#accommodate#weight capacity#quick and easy#volumetric capacity
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That school assembly post is bringing back so many buried memories lol
#tbh i donât really remember any dumb assemblies apart from all the weird firework psas. although iâm sure there were some#there was this one time in junior school i guess they ran out of ideas and just got a random man and his cat puppet to do a bad comedy#routine for an hour. but that was fine#my favourite assembly was probably this drink driving psa. this acting troupe came in and acted out a whole play about drink driving#there were these friends who went out drinking and one of the drunk ones tried to drive home; crashed the car and killed her sister#the acting was fucking INSANELY good. i still get chills when i think about the way she screamed when the paramedic said her sister was dead#there was also this motivational speaker who came in once and he was incredible#i remember really liking the drug psa assembly as well lol. i lived in a rural area and iâd never encountered drugs#so it was really interesting. also for whatever reason they didnât supervise us at all as we came in the doors so i got to sit next#to one of my best friends (who i was never normally able to sit with because we werenât in the same class for anything)#and we were whispering and giggling the whole time#there was also this one assembly⊠in hindsight this shouldâve gone in the dumb category#one of the deputy heads (who was probably the campest straight man iâve ever seen. just to give you an idea of how thoroughly disrespected#this man was by the entire student body) sat our whole year group down and tried to get the person whoâd been stealing coats#and reselling them to confess. he failed miserably because he was not in any way an intimidating or imposing figure#so then he just got angrier and angrier and started railing on us about how bad our whole year group was#how someone had got suspended for âcollecting for charityâ and then spending all the money he got (which.. yeah is definitely fucked up)#and how someone had been stealing phones and that our punishment was that we wouldnât be getting to participate in sports day that year#and then everyone cheered because everyone HATED sports day. my man didnât know what to do#then at the end one of the d&t teachers was like âmay i speak? just a quick one⊠[local college] has some apprenticeships available#in construction if anyoneâs interested. just raise your hand and iâll talk to you afterwards. thank youâ and then the assembly ended#that was a wild fucking afternoon#personal#*eta i just remembered this but i need you all to know that the deputy headâs nickname by everyone INCLUDING STAFF was literally âmr messâ#MR MESS. and he thought he could intimidate any of us into confessing or turning in the coat stealer#there was exactly one teacher who couldâve intimidated me into snitching on said coat stealer (who was my friendâs cousin lol)#and that was the last teacher any of the teachers wouldâve expected. my art teacher. he could be the nicest guy ever but also he was soooo#bitter about not having made it as an artist himself that he could lash out in a second and make you cry#usually if you were a bad artist. (he made me cry a lot)
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đ svt with a 'nerd' partner.
anon â "can you do one where their partner is a big nerd?"
â âdebated for the longest time about the differences between nerd/geek/dork, so this is a bit of everything ( `ÏÂŽ )Û¶! (p.s.: love how the hc's turned out for this one >_<)
â§âËâ©ćœĄ includes: established relationship, pet names, fluff, cussing, headcanons under the cut.
đ headcanons .á
you're rambling again. seungcheol watches, entranced, at the way your eyes light up as you talk about your tabletop games. the way your hands move as you explain things. when you notice him staring, you trail off. he immediately snaps out of his quiet awe to reach for your hand across the dining table. "why'd you stop?" he asks in a soft whine, jutting his lower lip out in a mock pout. "you were getting to the good part about the cleric and the rogue. don't leave me hanging, love." (or: seungcheol always pays attention.)
there's a look of mild exasperation on jeonghan's face as he watches you scroll excitedly through his latest fansign photos. you point out all the characters that are familiar to you, and you get just a little too excited when he's borderline cosplaying. he pretends to be annoyed about it, even though the truth is that he'd play dress up all day long to see you smile like this. "really," he huffs all the same, prying his phone out of your hands. "if i knew this was all it would take for you to fall in love with meâŠ" (or: jeonghan indulges you.)
every time he travels, joshua visits a bookshop. not those chain stores, either. he goes for the obscure ones that sells secondhand, well-loved novels. the types that are a little beaten up and worn around the edges. he'll spend hours looking through the shelves for covers that he thinks are pretty, or descriptions that match the genres you always rave about. it's his little joy, to come home after all these international stops with his arms full of books. "these reminded me of you," he'll say as he holds them out to you. (or: joshua remembers you everywhere he goes.)
a bead of sweat trickles down junhui's temple as he battles with yet another stubborn screw. you've long since given up on trying to help him; he wasn't about to let you lift a finger in this endeavor. he grumbles little complaints as he assembles the overpriced IKEA shelf, but all of it is worth it when you start to stack your things on to it with that sweet smile of yours. he knows he ought to stop putting himself in to these situations. he also knows he'll assemble a hundred pieces of furniture if it meant that you could have what you want. (or: junhui enables you.)
soonyoung really couldn't give a damn about the planetarium. he'd much rather have date night at something more exciting. an amusement park. a concept restaurant. but there's just something so special about getting to walk alongside you at a leisurely pace, to have you whisper to him little fun facts about the projected stars and the styrofoam planets. he knows they're only versions of the real thing. it's just⊠the way you explain them make it seem like they're just right there. he knows he can't really reach for the stars, so he settles for the next best thing. he goes to hold your hand. (or: you remind soonyoung to take it easy.)
mid-game conversations with wonwoo are punctuated mostly with quick jabs, typed out in between lulls. it's a last resort type of thing. most of the time, the two of you are playing with audio. or, better yet, in the same room as each other. there's something liberating in how he doesn't have to reel anything in when it's you, because you know how these matches go. you speak his language, essentially. and whenever he says "one more game?", he knows you're already not too far behind in rejoining the lobby. (or: wonwoo lives to be your player two.)
sometimes, you're so quiet that jihoon forgets you're there. he'll only remember when he tears his gaze away from his computer screen and his eyes land on the studio couch, where you're sprawled out doing whatever your hobby of the month is. it always makes him melt a bit. the way the two of you are just content to co-exist, happy to be in each other's orbit. when he turns back to produce, he goes at it with a renewed purpose. he's got such good inspiration, after all. (or: loving you never feels like work to jihoon.)
mingyu was never the sulky typeâ until he met you, that is. it's a bit embarrassing, how much of a fool you have him acting like. because what do you mean kim mingyu is jealous of 2d characters? when you return after abandoning him for the latest chapter or the newest episode, he'll consistently act all off-put even though he's sooner to crack than you are. "your anime boys don't love you like i do," he insists, trying his best not to laugh at how silly he sounds to himself. "i'm the real thing, babe." (or: mingyu is a bit of a glutton for your attention.)
it's difficult to be anything but in love with seokmin, especially when he's so sincere in everything that he does. even after he accidentally knocked over the millenium falcon lego set it took you months to build, he's so endearing in his attempts to make amends. he'll spend hours poring over the instructions booklet, and he'll sort through the seven thousand pieces until his eyes are bleary. even then, he shakes his head when you say he should go to sleep. "i like spending time with you like this," he tells you, and you know he means it. (or: seokmin wants to give you the world.)
any other person might be annoyed as the hours tick by with no response. but minghao is not anything if not patient, and he's gotten quite used to losing you to the media that consumes you. if he's being honest, a part of him is probably in love with you because of that. it doesn't matter to him if you respond minutes or days late. all he cares about is that you always come back to him; that's more than enough. (or: minghao would wait lightyears for you.)
seungkwan sometimes feels like a big chunk of his early years were given up to get to where he is now, and so he didn't really have the time to like the things that other people his age normally might. when you came around with all the things that make you happy, though, he can't help but want the same thing for himself. so maybe he is a little betrayed that you watched the newest one piece episode without him, or that you beat all the gyms in pokémon scarlet & violet while he wasn't looking. can you blame him? (or: you are the youth that seungkwan missed out on.)
prior to meeting you, vernon could count on his two hands the instances wherein he's been extremely passionate about something. nowadays, he's always getting in to one petty debate or another about the best frank ocean album or the most insufferable f.r.i.e.n.d.s character. "you bring out the worst in me," he'll joke to you one evening. both of you know that it's the complete opposite. neither of you have to say it out loud, though. all you have to do is start bickering, again, about something that would have everyone else merely scratching their heads. (or: you keep vernon on his toes.)
chan isn't stupid. he's far from it, even. you're justâ so smart. unbelievably so. he's not playing dumb or goading you when he's bombarding you with questions. he's genuinely astonished by the extent of your knowledge, the easiness of which you retain all these things. it's one thing to be proud of someone, and it's another to admire them. to look up to them. he feels all that for you and so much more. (or: of all the facts in the world, the one that chan is most certain about is thisâ he really, really does love you.)
#svt imagines#seventeen imagines#svt smau#seventeen smau#svt fluff#seventeen fluff#svt x reader#seventeen x reader#ââ á”ᔠ⊠reqs#[ THE HEADCANONS... GUYSSSS ]#ââ á”ᔠ⊠mine
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Thinking about boyfriend Matt that has a girlfriend that lives by herself and everytime she gests new forniture, she calls him like "Baby, can you come put this together for me? Thank you". I also think she would try to help and Matt would be tottally against it (not sure about this last part tho). Please write this.
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matt sturniolo x reader
where Y/N loves to buy new furniture for her home, and Matt is the one she always goes to to ask to put it together <3
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Y/N had a knack for making her little apartment feel like home. Every few weeks, she'd spot something online; a new bookshelf, a cozy chair, or a quirky table, and decide that it was exactly what her space needed. But there was one catch: she wasnât exactly a pro at assembling furniture. Thatâs where Matt came in.
The late afternoon sunlight filtered through the curtains of Y/Nâs living room as she admired the large box that had just been delivered. It was a new coffee table, one sheâd been eyeing for weeks. Knowing full well that she wasnât going to tackle it on her own, she reached for her phone.
"Hey, baby." Y/N's voice was warm and playful as Matt answered on the first ring.
"Hey, dove. Whatâs up?" Matt replied, his tone softening at the sound of her voice.
Y/N glanced at the box.
"I got a little something for the living room. Think you could come over and help me put it together?"
Matt chuckled, already grabbing his car keys.
"Let me guess, another piece of furniture?"
"You know me too well." She grinned. "But yes, please? I promise to make us dinner afterward."
"On my way." Matt said without hesitation, already heading out the door. The thought of seeing her, even if it was to assemble something as simple as a coffee table, was more than enough to make his day.
About twenty minutes later, Matt arrived at Y/Nâs apartment, greeted by her bright smile and the unmistakable excitement in her eyes. She stood in the doorway, barefoot and wearing one of his oversized hoodies; something that made Mattâs heart do a little flip every time he saw her in it.
"Thanks for coming." Y/N said, stepping aside to let him in. She watched as Matt eyed the box in the middle of the living room.
"Another project, huh?" He teased, approaching the box.
"Yeah, but I promise this is the last one for a while." Y/N laughed, knowing full well sheâd probably find something new soon enough. She kneeled beside him, ready to help.
Matt quickly shook his head, gently nudging her hand away from the box.
"Uh-uh, you just sit back and relax, okay? Iâve got this."
"But I want to help!" Y/N protested, though there was no real determination in her voice. She knew he loved doing things like this for her on his own.
"No way." Matt insisted, his tone gentle but firm. He gave her a playful look, then tapped her nose lightly. "I can handle it. Just sit on the couch and look pretty while keeping me company. Thatâs all I need from you."
Y/N sighed, feigning disappointment, but the smile tugging at her lips betrayed her. She settled onto the couch, tucking her legs beneath her as she watched him. There was something incredibly comforting about the way Matt moved around her space, confidently taking charge of the task. His broad shoulders flexed beneath his shirt as he opened the box and started laying out the pieces.
"How do you even know what all these parts are?" Y/N asked, genuinely impressed as Matt made quick work of organizing the screws, panels, and tools.
Matt shrugged, flashing her a grin.
"Just good at following instructions, I guess. Plus, itâs kind of fun."
"Fun?" Y/N echoed with a laugh. "Youâre putting together furniture, not playing a game."
"Maybe." He said, glancing over at her, his eyes full of warmth. "But itâs for you, so that makes it fun."
Her heart swelled at his words. Watching Matt carefully assemble the table, piece by piece, she couldnât help but feel a deep sense of gratitude. It wasnât just about the furniture; it was about the way he cared for her, the way he was always there to help without a second thought. It was the little things, like how heâd insist on doing the heavy lifting, or how heâd make sure every screw was tightened perfectly so she wouldnât have to worry about anything.
After a while, the coffee table began to take shape. Y/N couldnât resist getting up and kneeling beside him again, pretending to inspect his work.
"Looks good." She remarked, trying to keep her tone serious.
"Of course it does." Matt said with a chuckle. "Iâm a professional."
She leaned in closer, teasingly brushing her fingers against his biceps.
"Maybe I should double-check, you know, just in case."
Matt rolled his eyes, but his smile was wide.
"If you want, but I guarantee itâs perfect."
Y/N gave him a look of mock suspicion before placing a soft kiss on his cheek.
"I trust you."
Mattâs hands paused for a moment, his eyes flickering to her with a mix of affection and pride. He reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
"You better."
With the table finally assembled, Matt stood up, stretching his arms above his head, his pink shirt riding up slightly, displaying his tummy to Y/Nâs eyes.
"Done." He announced, stepping back to admire his work.
Y/N clapped her hands together, genuinely impressed.
"It looks amazing, baby. Thank you."
"Anything for you." Matt replied, his voice sincere. He watched as Y/N excitedly placed a few decorative items on the table, her eyes lighting up at how perfectly it fit into her living room.
"Okay, now that youâve put that togetherâŠ" Y/N began, trailing off as she looked at him with a playful smirk.
Matt raised an eyebrow, sensing where this was going.
"Oh no, what else did you order?"
Y/N laughed, wrapping her arms around his waist and leaning her head against his chest.
"Nothing⊠yet."
Matt shook his head, smiling down at her.
"Youâre lucky I love you."
"I know." Y/N murmured, looking up at him with pure adoration. "And Iâm so lucky to have you."
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#âౚà§Ë đđđđ đđđđ#chris sturniolo#sturniolo x reader#matt sturniolo#sturniolo triplets#nick sturniolo#x reader#matt sturniolo x reader#matt sturniolo fluff#matt sturniolo x reader blurb#matt sturniolo x reader fluff#fluff#blurb#fanfic
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Closed Captions:
The video begins with a man driving as text appears âHomemade flowers for the girlâ
Cutting off some of his beginning dialogue, he explains that he stopped by the grocery store for flowers as multiple videos cut in of the flowers heâs describing.
He picked up one bundle of closed, open, and normal flowers before driving home to assemble.
âAlright let me get comfortable real quick. Iâm just gonna have my Mr. Rogers moment here and get a little comfyâ he states as he rolls up his sleeves and begins removing the flower bundles from their plastic encasings.
âNow itâs time to prep the flowers. Listen mc you canât give it to her in the plastic wrap. Remember youâre giving her a gift, not a task.â
As heâs shown cutting off the thorns and removing and bruised petals, he continues, âAnd donât wait for a holiday to do this-â
âLeaves and buds in water will quickly rotâ appears on screen as he removes them.
âJust because flowers are the best kind of flowers.
Oh and hereâs a tip. Save a flower for yourself, right? And when that flower dies, thatâs when you know itâs time to get her new flowers.â
Throwing his tied tie over his shoulder he grabs a vase off screen.
âAlright, now grab yourself a vase, Florlab sent me this one, thank you. Measure the stem (of the flower) to the base of the vase and the greenery will help the flowers stay in place.â
More text, âcut at an angleâ appears as he does so and begins placing the flowers, âAnd now just have fun! Use your creativity and design, express yourself through flowers and then boom. This is for you, and this is for herâ he finishes off, panning to a beautifully decorated white vase with green decoration leaves and pink and white flowers
#floweracademia#closed captions#cc included#tiktoks#tiktok#flowers#diy#valentines#at least I hope itâs pink
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practice - carmen berzatto
pairing: carmen berzatto x fem!reader, mentioned platonic marcus x reader
summary: The sudden changes at your work prove to be a lot to keep up with, but Carmy notices your efforts where you think heâs just a tough boss. He proves to be more than that when he finds you pulling an all-nighter at the restaurant.
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warnings: none really, anxious reader, ooc!carmen (he would never let mistakes fly like this lmao), kinda fluff at the end
a/n: this is basically how i would react working there bc i almost have an anxiety attack every ep watching carmy yell at everyone. sorry for any typos!
The fast moving pace that Carmen Berzatto brought to The Beef was something extraordinary. The skill of his professional chef background was carried over into the small hole in the wall that otherwise would have never changed if it wasnât for him.
His drive was contagious, even infecting the staff you knew like the back of your hand. You never would have thought your coworkers, ever comfortable with a stagnant pace, would become accustomed to such change around their second home.
It was great to see your favorite people quickly see their own potential thanks to Carmyâs vision. The only problem was you.
You were falling behind, and quickly.
You tried to convince yourself you could keep up as things changed. But your mind was faster than your barely skilled hands and you were terrible at cutting ingredients evenly during a rush and you always somehow got sliced or burnt and your eyes always stung from the onions you were stuck prepping because that was the one job you couldnât fuck up but hatedâ to put it simply, you sucked.
The faces of your coworkers reflected what you feared every time you turned around to take a breath, heels of your hands rubbing tears from your eyes as Carmy screamed profanities at the crew. Tinaâs eyes would linger on you, brows raised and silently asking if you were okay. You would nod and blink the tears away before jumping back in. By the end of every shift Ebraheim would pat you on the back before leaving, and Sydney would send you a small, sympathetic smile and wave while you tied your shoes on the bench near the locker.
Each time you could see the sympathy in their eyes and it made you hate yourself even more.
You were used to sandwiches; assembling simple ingredients between a hoagie bun on a slow Sunday surrounded by the people you called family. Cracking jokes here and there, no pressure to make things completely perfect, which ended up making things perfect. So much so that regulars even seemed disappointed to see you up at the register some days instead of in the kitchen assembling their lunch.
Carmy wasnât blind, he could see exactly what was going on, which was why he didnât pick on you as much as he did when he first arrived.
The first couples of weeks that Carmy was there he noticed the difference in your station compared to everyone elseâs. Organized, cohesive, cleanâsave for the multiple drinks you always had. You worked at your own pace, not slow but definitely not up to par with Carmenâs standards. You made it work though, cutting ingredients almost perfectly and whipping up sandwiches and other specialties not a second too late.
The change happened when Carmy upped the stakes and encouragedâor yelled atâeveryone to be as quick as they possibly could. His yelling was off putting, and you didnât respond well to much other than positive reinforcement.
The chef didnât notice until the uneven bread and too-thin tomato slices lead back to you. He was quick, marching over to you with a purpose; if it was a cartoon, his hair would be alight with fire. âChef!â His voice was hard and urgent, because he didnât have time to deal with this.
As he approached, he noticed your hands shaking as you held the dull shitty knife, head whipping up and cheeks red, all but heaving from the pressure. So much pressure.
âYes Chef?â You asked attentively, waiting for him to explode.
Carmen had all intentions to do just that, tear you a new one, tell you that youâve been here long enough to know how to cut a fuckinâ tomato the right way but he paused. The look in your eye was wild and scared. His face fell, obvious turmoil behind his blue eyes causing a change in his decision. You waited with bated breath, but what you were expecting never came.
Instead, Carmen did his best to be calm and set his hand on the counter, leaning a bit. âI want you to show me how to slice that tomato.â He said.
âWhat?â You were confused and it was clearly written on your face. So were your nosy coworkers who exchanged looks and shrugged, expecting the young man to wail on you with his words.
Looking over your shoulder at the others, you tried to exchange weary looks with anyone but Carmy pulled you back in with his words. âDonât worry about their shit. Câmon, show me.â He said again, motioning to the tomato sitting on the cutting board, looking at you expectantly.
After a beat of weariness you did what he asked. With an exhale your knife pierced the red skin and cut it, your wrist dragging it back and forth to cut all the way through. You gave a few more slices, doing your best to ignore his scrutinizing gaze.
Reviewing your slices, you mentally pat yourself on the back at the sight of them perfectly even and a fairly thin. You turned to look at Carmy, and he seemed to have an epiphany as he stood there holding his chin. Eyes flickering up to you, he nodded. âYou know what that showed me?â He asked, and before you could answer he continued. âYouâre competent, you did that shit with a dull knife. Donât cut âem too thick or too thin, you have no excuses.â
He should feel ridiculous, like he was coaching a baby how to do the easiest job in the world, but for some reason Carmen was able to swallow his irritation and try to guide you.
You nodded, back straightening and hands sweaty. âYes, Chef.â
Carmy was about to walk off but stopped himself, turning back around, eyes boring into yours as he grew more serious. âYou hear me yelling, you listen, but I need you to focus, Chef. You can do this shit, Iâve seen you pull through before. Donât let my mouth get to your fuckinâ head.â He said low enough just for the both of you to hear.
He was close, blue eyes staring right at you, the smell of the kitchen clinging onto his apron. It shouldâve been intimidating, and it was a little, but you knew this was his version of offering comfort and maybe even some sort of apology.
âHeard, Chef.â You said just as quietly back.
There was a second of him staring, before he simply walked away without another word, leaving you to your own devices. Whatever he said seemed to put some perspective into your work, because you didnât have anys setbacks for the rest of the day.
On the way home, sitting on the train with headphones in your ears and a jacket wrapping you up tight, Carmyâs words swirled in your head. You knew you could do this, and you could somewhat see in Carmyâs eyes that he had faith in you too. It was just a new world you were all suddenly thrown into and it was hard finding your place. On days where you felt like a baby fawn standing on shaky legs, wobbling and failing to find your footing, you had to keep going.
A single word rang in your mind.
Practice.
Your apartment was pretty small and shared with a roommate, so you lacked the accommodations and tools to really do all you wanted. Aside from that, you didnât want to be the rude roomie who clashed pans in the kitchen all night long. So, as you made your way off the train you didnât leave the station. Instead, you waited for the next ride to the city and headed straight for The Beef.
The sun set as you approached the back door, humming a tune as you pulled out a spare keyâone that definitley would be confiscated once Carmy found out about it, probably clambering about it not being safe in the foreseeable futureâfrom under the fuse box outside and unlocked the door.
You entered the kitchen, brows immediately raising as you saw all of the kitchen lights on. Slowly moving forward, a sense of anxiety grew as you knew no one would usually be here except for Carmy, and you really did not want to get a talking to from him right now.
Turning the corner, you sighed in relief when you saw the familiar stature that belong to Marcus. He had his phone out, recipe pulled up in front of him and a song playing softly from the speakers that he sang along to. You chuckled softly, alerting him of your presence. Head snapping up at the sound, he almost looked like a deer in the headlights as he met your eyes.
Similarly to you, he let out a relieved sigh and sent you a smile. âScared me, Y/N.â He laughed softly, hands whisking again.
âSorry.â You apologized, tugging your coat off. âWhatâre you doing here, man?â You asked as you headed over to the lockers and shoved your stuff away.
Marcus shrugged. âCould ask you the same thing.â
âPractice.â You said simply, shrugging and tying your apron around your waist. Approaching the kitchen, you started gathering a few clean pots to start your work.
Humming and nodding, Marcus gave you a knowing grin. âSame here.â There was a beat of comfortable silence as you gathered a knife, cutting board, and an onion before washing your hands. âI actually stay here sometimes overnight. Itâs easier, that way I wonât waste time going back and forth from home.â Marcus explained.
Surprise filled your features and you sent him an impressed look. âWow, no wonder youâre getting better fast.â
He chuckles bashfully, filling another mixing bowl with flour and whatever else he desired. âEh, I guess.â The shrug of his shoulders made you laugh before you turned back to your own work.
With one last question of Marcus asking if you minded his music, and you affirming that you didnât mind at all, he turned the dial on his bluetooth radio up and you both fell into a comfortable rhythm; Marcus in his corner and you on the stovetop.
By the end of the evening you prepared a vibrant beef braciole dish that a few of the others had been practicing since Carmy introduced it. You brought it to one of the stainless steel counters with two forks, setting it next to the two pieces of cake Marcus had sliced up from his recipe of the evening.
You both dug in, humming in satisfaction as you tasted each otherâs creations, sharing impressed and âholy shitâ expressions that made the other laugh.
âThis is fantastic.â Marcus said, another mouthful of beef being added to his mouth.
You laughed and shook your head, muttering a thank you, trying to swallow down your surprise. Marcus could tell, because he doubled down. âNo, really, Y/N. This is the best one Iâve tasted yet, aside from the big Chef.â He said with a grin.
Shaking your head, you gave him your appreciation. âThank you, Chef. I can say the same thing from you.â You motioned with your fork to the cake. In truth, his words pushed you and affected you more than you lead on.
The both of you fell into a rhythm, whipping up treats and savory meals almost every day after work. Marcus playing music at his own station, you timing yourself relentlessly to try and replicate the fast pace of the open hours of the restaurant. You sometimes even found yourself staying overnight, taking turns with Marcus to use his sleeping bagâhe insisted where you didn't want to overstep, but sleep called you and his pillow was comfy.
Relentless practice proved to keep you on track and up to pace with everyone else, slowly but surely. The impressed glances shared between Tina and Sydney every time you had them taste a dish or were quicker than usual were enough, but Carmen was ever the critic. A new menu soon graced The Beef alongside their regular sandwiches, and it was a tough menu to master. You almost had them all down pat, practicing relentlessly for almost four weeks now after work.
However, every time you presented a steaming spoonful of stew, or a perfect bite of chicken piccata that everyone else in the kitchen seemed to love, Carmen would bite into it, hum, and shake his head. "Good." He said every time.
"Good like.. good good? Or good but start over, it's trash, throw it away?" You would ask, clearly waiting with baited breath on a slow day.
Carmy shook his head again. "It's not ready yet, Chef." And then he would be off to collect more expo receipts and leave you there disappointed, shoulders deflating in defeat.
"I think it's great, Chef." Marcus would smile, hands busy working on dough for his unmastered donuts. You would offer a sad smile in return, marching off to assemble another hoagie and handing your failed dish to a waiting Richie in exchange for an appreciative rub of his hands together. The negative feedback only spurred you to improve your craft as much as you could.
It was a rare occasion that Marcus didn't stay at the restaurant overnight. He left early in a frenzy after a phone call, muttering something about his mom's nurse needing him. Offering comfort wasn't your strongest suit, so you bid him luck and made a mental note to bring him his favorite coffee during work later in hopes to cheer him up.
At the same time you were plating what felt like your dozenth chicken piccata of the week, soft footsteps approached the kitchen. As soon as the timer went off behind you, you whipped around and hit the top, a harsh exhale and wipe of your forehead following the silence. You felt proud, plating and finishing your dish in record time without any hiccups.
A soft chuckle brought you out of your stupor, head snapping up to meet bright blue eyes from across the kitchen. There stood Carmy with his unruly curls, white tee and brown jacket he was beginning to pull off. In place of his usual stoic face was an amused expression, clearly not expecting to see someone in the kitchen at this hour.
You froze at the sight of him, but his soft smile eased your shoulders a bit. âSmells good.ïżœïżœ Carmy said as if it was the most casual thing, hanging his jacket by the lapels on a hook. He sat on the bench, beginning to change his shoes into nonslip ones.
Stuttering, your cheeks turned pink. âO-oh, uhhh, thanks.â
âYouâre here early.â He said back, standing now and readying to tug on his apron.
Brows furrowed, you looked above him to glance at the kitchen clock. Big red numbers read 6:15 AM and your brows raised in shock. Before you had a chance to respond, he walked closer, beginning to talk again. âIâve noticed you and Marcus are always here before anyone else.â
You shrugged, nervous smile gracing your lips as they upturned slightly. âAh, yeah. We both wanted to practice. Yâknow, catch up with everyone else.â You explained. Conveniently, you decided to not mention the instances of spending the night, figuring it would be a little to embarrassing or earn you a talking to.
Carmy was now approaching the other side of the counter where you stood, hands tapping the steel. His little smug smile didnât leave his lips as he nodded. âI also noticed a few things missing from our inventory.â His words were clearly teasing, but they made your face run pale.
âFuck, I'm sorry, Chef. Take it from my paycheck, pleaseâI didnât even considerââ The rambling was embarrassing, and his head shake cut you off.
âNo, stop, Y/N. I'm teasing you.â Carmy laughed softly with a small smile, clearly endeared. The use of your name made you bashful.
A beat of silence followed, your mouth opening and closing like a fish. Carmy glanced behind you at the dish that laid perfectly plated, motioning to it with his hands. âLetâs see if your hard work is paying off.â
Blinking in surprise, you obediently nodded and turned to grab the dish. Sliding it in front of him, you gathered a fork and knife. Carmy grasped the utensils with a âthank youâ, fingers brushing yours. It didnât take long for the chef to dig in, eyes immediately closing once the first bite hit his taste buds.
âSo.. what do you think?â You plucked up the courage to ask after he swallowed.
Carmy looked up at you, lips curling upwards and a proud look dawning his features. âGreat, as usual.â
Usually those words would make you excited, but Carmy had a habit of complimenting your dishes before declaring how they werenât good enough just yet. You simply nodded, swallowing thickly as he took another bite and savored the taste. âWhat should I change?â You asked, straightening your back in preparation for the inevitable criticism.
Humming, Carmy shook his head, the same amused look as before coming back. âNothing, Chef. Itâs perfect.â He said firmly. Those words made your breath leave your lungs, hands becoming clammy, and before you knew it you were grinning.
âReally?â You asked, not able to keep your excitement together.
Carmy let out a full laugh at that. âReally.â He confirmed.
You clapped your hands together before covering your face, hiding the grin as best you could. It had been awhile since you felt so elated due to cooking, and you werenât quite sure what to do with yourself. You felt like the whole month of dedicating your time to cooking was culminating to this moment. Carmen watched you with soft eyes, taking in how happy his words made you. You turned back to him, giving up hiding how ecstatic you were. âI braised it differently this time, could you tell? Well, obviously you could if itâs good this time.â You rambled on, a bit of a giggle in your voice.
âItâs always this good, Y/N.â Carmy suddenly said. His words had you pausing, tilting your head playfully. Hand trailing along the counter, he rounded it to stand next to you.
"What do you mean?" You asked, smile falling a bit. The man's words echoed in your head and you looked around the room as if to try and find meaning from his statement. Surely he didn't have you remake the dish for no reason, right? But Carmy's strong posture and raised brows, waiting for you to figure it out yourself, made you think that's exactly what he did. Sobering up, you scoffed and crossed your arms as you sent him a look. "Are you serious? This whole time..." You trailed off.
"Yes, this whole time." He said, leaning on the counter with one hand, eyes not leaving you. "I needed you to bust your ass, Chef. I knew you needed the practice, so I gave you the motive." Carmy explained. The scrunch of your nose made his chest hum with something warm, akin to looking at a kicked puppy that he wanted to scoop up and reassure. Guilt washed over him a little bit as he feared he was acting more and more like his old Chef, but he pushed those feelings down as best he could. He did this for the right reasons, unlike that dickhead in New York did to him. There was no berating and preying on insecurities, just some tough love.
Sighing, you were torn between being angry and feeling grateful that Carmy saw this potential in you. You didn't know what to say, so you blurted out exactly how you felt. "I'm embarrassed."
Carmy frowned, ducking his head to catch your eyes where you looked down a bit. "Why are you embarrassed?" His voice was soft, tiptoeing as to not make you more upset.
Allowing him to meet your eyes, you curled into yourself at the attention. "Because I've made a fool of myself these past few months." You murmured, spilling your guts to your new boss for some reason that you didn't know. Maybe it was the quiet kitchen, or the sudden defeat you felt, but your mouth was faster than your mind.
A small 'no, no, no' left Carmy and he shook his head, reaching a hand out to place on your shoulder. "Don't be. I came in and turned shit upside down, it just took you a bit more practice to get the hang of things." His hand started to rub your arm comfortingly, leaving heat where he touched. You knew this must have been a form of an apology in his own way. The words didn't come easy to Carmen, but he tried to convey it the best he could.
Leaning forward, Carmy mustered his best stern expression, wanting to keep your gaze so you couldn't look away and distract yourself from his next words. Your breath caught in your throat, not used to this proximity. "I'm proud of you. You should be proud of yourself too."
Heat encapsulated your cheeks and you nodded, spurring him to nod as well. "Okay."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
As soon as Carmy saw your shy smile he gave one right back to you. Still close, he radiated heat that made it all the more difficult to calm the butterflies growing in your stomach. Eyes never leaving each other's, the air grew tense as the dust settled. Unlike the usual sandwich smell, an aroma of a clean linen scent came off of him as you realized he must have showered before coming here. Carmy never would admit it, but your perfume filled the air for him, making him linger longer than he should have. The blink of your stare looking up at him made Carmy's chest tighten, and he immediately pulled himself out of whatever trance he was in.
Clearing his throat, Carmy let go of your shoulder and backed up a bit. "No more all-nighter's here. Okay, Chef?" He tried to seem playful to rid himself of awkwardness and whatever that just was.
Mouth falling open, you gaped at him. "How did you know?!"
Hands up in surrender, Carmy just shrugged. "A Chef never tells his secrets," He began, heading over to the drying rack to busy himself, playfully adding, "And someone kept leaving the spare key out, so I figured." The smirk he sent you made you grin and roll your eyes.
Carmy would never tell you he knew because that's what he used to do. Before he got the hang of things in his earlier days as a chef, late nights in the restaurant kitchen and a half hour of sleep was the norm for him. As you began cleaning up your work the chef's gaze lingered on you, blue eyes studying your form with a thoughtful look. Carmy shook his head, smiling to himself and starting his work. He reckoned he saw himself in you more than ever.
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Dinner Time NatxFem!Y/n
18+ MINORS DNI
Warnings: Smut, marking, thigh slapping, spanking, punishment, light degrading, praise, oral sex (R receiving), fingering (R receiving), Mommy Natasha, Sub R, begging, I think thatâs it but if you find anymore let me know!!
A/n- My first time writing in forever enjoy â€ïž
Y/nâs POV
I move around the kitchen with grace as I add in the proper ingredients to make dinner for the night. I measure out the spices and add them to the bowl knowing the recipe by memory. Tonight I decided to make my homemade bacon macânâcheese knowing how much Yelena enjoys the dish. Natashaâs family is visiting for the week so I want to make sure they are as comfortable as possible during their stay. At the moment they are out exploring our city since it is the first time they have been here.
As Iâm assembling the dish to put in the oven Natasha walks in with her headphones in her ears and her workout outfit hugging her body nicely. She opens the fridge to grab her water and when she turns around a smile immediately shows on her face. She comes over for a kiss but I stop her before she can reach me. I point over to the fridge door and she sees what I want her to do. Itâs a common occurrence for her to leave the fridge open after getting distracted, she closes the fridge before coming back over and pecks me on my lips. âHi baby, how was the gym?â I ask her with a smile. âWhat?â She asks rather loudly and I shake my head and pull out her headphones before asking again. âIt was good but I missed you.â
She pulls me closer and kisses me again before putting her face in my neck. I gently scratch her head and she hums into my neck. âI missed you too love, after dinner Iâm heading to the gym but after that we can watch some movies before bed okay?â She shakes her head and holds me tighter. âNo you stay here with me!â I chuckle and shake my head back at her. âIâll only be going to the gym and after that Iâm all yours, but I do have to finish dinner.â I gently pull back from her hold and walk over to finish coating the top of the dish in cheese.
She follows me over and wraps her arms around me to hug me from behind. I donât even need to see her to know sheâs pouting. Once the oven goes off I place the food inside and set the timer to 45 minutes. As Iâm cleaning up Natasha walks over to me with an idea. âHow about you stay home from the gym, I will give you a workout.â She has this certain smirk that instantly tells me what type of workout she has in mind. âNat, you know that your parents could be here at any point!â She shrugs and walks closer to me. âThey can learn to knock.â
She wraps her arms around my waist and pulls me into her. She gently kisses my neck, I can feel the ability to think slowly leaving me as she moves her hands down to squeeze my ass. I gasp and try to focus on my thoughts. âNatty, I just put dinner in the oven.â She smirks against my neck and looks up at me. âThen I guess we better be quick.â She picks me up and places me on the table. âNat I-â She stops me with a kiss as she shakes her head. âThatâs not my name now, is it love?â I quickly shake my head not wanting to misbehave but she gives me the look and I remember I need to use words. âNo it isnât mommy.â I stutter out as she starts leaving kisses up and down my neck once more.
She starts to suck on my neck leaving dark marks in her path. Even if we are able to finish in time her family will definitely be able to tell what we have been up to. She goes further and further up my neck and moves a hand over my clothed cunt and adds the tiniest bit of pressure. Not enough to please me but enough to make me more desperate. I start to buck my hips against her hand to try and get some sort of relief for my growing problem. She suddenly pulls back from me and looks at me with a disapproving look. âWhat do you think youâre doing?â I look down and stay silent, she lifts up my chin until Iâm looking her in the eyes. I can feel the heat on my cheeks as she looks me up and down. âN-nothing.â All of the sudden I feel a light sting on my thigh. âTry again.â I feel myself getting more and more desperate for her touch, even just a kiss. âP-please mommy I need you please!â I beg her with a pout hoping that sheâll touch me.
âPoor baby so desperate for mommy that you canât even answer a simple question.â I nod my head at her as I try to buck my hips into hers. I just need her to touch in some way, I want to feel her against me. âPatient baby I want to enjoy this, why donât you take off those clothes of yours?â I nod and move to take off my shirt but she stops me. âWords pretty girl.â âYes mommy.â She steps away, without removing her eyes from my body, to let me undress. I remove my shirt and bra and throw them to the floor and look up to see Natasha studying my chest that already adorns her marks from two days ago. I get down from the table to remove my shorts and my underwear. I feel her studying my body carefully, looking at every detail even though sheâs seen it all before.
I climb back onto the table and sit with my legs closed in fear of getting the table messy. She walks up to me with the same smirk on her face and tilts her head when she sees my thighs clenching together. I shyly look down and slowly spread my legs for her to see. She closely examines me and smirks when she sees how wet I am. âPoor baby, is all this for me?â I nod quickly as I look her in the eye. âAll for mommy.â She whispers a quick âgood girlâ and she situates herself between my legs. âTell me what you want love.â It wasnât a request but a demand, I know well enough by now to tell her exactly what I want. But before I could say anything she slowly slides her fingers through my folds causing me to lose my train of thought. âDidnât mommy just ask you a question?â I go to speak again but she decides to enter two of her fingers into me. I let out a moan as I grab her hand in shock. âGo on baby, use your words.â
She sets a steady rhythm with her fingers as I try to gather my words. âI-i want mommy to use her fingers.â I manage to stutter out. I can feel all my thoughts fading as my head is filled entirely with thoughts of my girlfriend and how good she can make me feel. âThatâs my good girl.â The constant praise adds to the building pleasure. She moves her thumb to play with my clit as she quickens her pace bringing me closer and closer to the edge.
âMommy Iâm gonna cum!â She immediately stills her hand. âThatâs not how you ask.â I whine at her and try bucking my hips to get her to keep going but she slaps my thigh. I let out a small moan but I keep trying to get any friction I can. She once more slaps my thigh. âOne last chance.â She warns me but I am too focused on trying to reach my denied orgasm. She removes her fingers and stands up to pull out a chair. I straighten up and look at her in a dazed confusion. âM-mommy?â She sits on the chair and pats her lap. âOver my knee.â I know it isnât a question so I unsteadily hop off the table and move closer to her. She helps me lay across her lap as she gently rubs my back.
âYou know your safe word?â I nod my head. âItâs red.â She praises me yet again which causes me to smile. âDo you know why you are being punished?â I nod but she gives me a light tap on my thigh reminding me to use my words. âB-because I didnât answer mommy.â She nods and lifts my hand to kiss the back of it. I always love how she reminds me of her love, even through punishment. âGood girl, now I want you to count each spank for me love.â Before I can even respond she releases a sharp smack onto my ass. âOne.â She does another which I can tell will end up leaving a mark. âTwo.â Each spank uses the same amount of strength. Mommy knows by now that I love having her handprint on my ass. At the tenth smack I accidentally let out a moan which causes Natasha to pause and smirk.
âAww does my little slut enjoy having her ass spanked by mommy?â I get all shy again but am able to pull together an answer. âY-yes mommy.â She rubs her hand over the stinging skin before giving it another spank which I count. âGood.â She continues with the last four before letting me up and kissing my lips. She pulls me down to straddle her lap. I gently tug on her shirt trying to pull it off of her body but she stops me. âUse your words.â I let out a whine and stick my face into her neck. âPoor baby so lost for words already and we are only just starting.â I whine again trying to dig myself further into her neck. âPlease?â She rubs my bare back with a smile before she nods. I pull away from her and remove her shirt with a smile only for it to switch into a pout when I see she has a bra on. I remove that too and finally have access to her bare chest. I donât waste any time and start kiss her chest, trying to leave as many marks in my path as possible.
She chuckles a little at how eager I am but it doesnât stop me. She gently pulls me back from her chest and she puts me back onto the table. My pout doesnât last long as I see her stripping out of her pants and underwear to reveal her naked body to me. Even after 3 years she amazes me with her beauty. She walks back over to me and slots herself between my thighs. âMommy is very hungry baby, will you let me have a snack before dinner is done?â She has this voice that she uses whenever we are intimate that makes me melt every time. I eagerly nod my head at her, she wastes no time in lowering to her knees in front of me.
She wraps her arms around my thighs and slowly moves her tongue through my folds. Itâs like she canât get enough as she dives right into my dripping cunt. I moan and brace myself with my arms so that I donât fall back on the table. Her tongue plunges into me as she eats me out like Iâm the best meal sheâs ever had. Which she does say constantly. She brings me closer and closer until she once again stops. I let out a whine and try to push her head back to where I need her most but she stands up. âYou didnât think I would let you cum that easy now did you?â I whine and try to move her hand but still she doesn't budge.âPlease mommy please I need you!â I beg her to touch me.
She smirks at me and lets her hand drift down further and further until her fingers are circling my clit. I bite my lip to stop myself from making noise but she reaches up and pulls my lip from my teeth. âI want to hear you dear.â âYes mommy.â This time I donât even try to hold back my moans when she plunges two fingers inside of me. I look over to the timer and see that the dish only has 14 minutes left. I whine and put my face in the crook of her neck. She curls her fingers and hits my spot just right. I bite down on her neck in response and she smacks my thigh. She sets a slow steady rhythm for me and makes sure that itâs enough pleasure to satisfy me but not enough to get me to the edge. âPlease mommy, I need more.â I move my hips to meet the thrusts of her hand but she stills my hips. âIs that a statement or a question love?â
âA-a question mommy.â She smirks at me and inserts a third finger. âSuch a pretty pussy, and itâs all for mommy.â She looks down and admires the view of her fingers disappearing in and out of my cunt. She speeds up her fingers and moves her thumb over my clit. She keeps going, bringing me closer and closer. âPlease mommy Iâm gonna cum please donât stop!â She raises her eyebrow at me which makes me stutter and fix my words. âPlease mommy please can I cum, please please please!â I beg her over and over, a tear or two start to fall down my face in pleasure. âCum for mommy baby.â
She adds a third finger as she moves her fingers into me as fast as she can. I let out a scream and cum all over her fingers. I collapse forward onto her, my breathe heavy as she helps me ride out my high. She keeps moving her fingers but I still her hand with mine and shake my head. âAll done love?â I nod against her chest. She lets out a hum and wipes off her fingers with a towel before wrapping her arms around me. She holds me tight and I slowly calm down. âT-thank you mommy, felt so good.â She smiles and scratched my back gently. âOf course love! Though as much as I enjoy the cuddles my family will be home soon so we need to get you cleaned up. First though I need to get the food out of the oven.â I nod and hop down from the table and give her a kiss. She reassures me that we can have a bath tonight and extra cuddle which I am super excited for.
After cleaning myself up in the bathroom I put on some clean clothes and walk out to see Natasha dishing out food to her family. Melina is sitting next to Alexei and Yelena is at the end because she says âsince she is the guest she should have the special seatâ. Thatâs fine with me though because I get to sit next to Tasha which I love. âHi baby!â I smile and walk over and give her a big hug. I give her a kiss before grabbing everyone's plates and then handing them out. We sit down with our plates and start a conversation. Eventually the conversation drifts and Alexei asks âWhatâs with those bruises on your neck?â My eyes widen, Natasha smirks while Melina sighs and Yelena drops her head onto the table in defeat.
âI um they-â I am interrupted by Yelena. âThey are hickeys you dipshit!â Melina starts criticizing her for cursing at her father while Natasha starts laughing. âIS THIS WHAT YOU DO WHEN WE LEAVE EW!â Alexei sounds absolutely disgusted which causes me to blush and Natasha just laughs even harder. âNatasha, you need to stop corrupting the poor angel.â Melina states as a fact and now Iâm the one laughing. âYeah Natasha.â I agree with her and Natasha glares at me. God I love this family.
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bridges to burn | prologue
Summary: You arrive at the Avengers Compound to manage your uncontrollable Extremis powers. As you navigated the new environment, you clash with your assigned babysitter/bodyguard, Bucky Barnes.
Warning: MCU Spoilers. Iron Man 3. Intense Emotional Conflict. Superpowers and Uncontrollable Abilities. Parental Concern and Pressure. Family Tension. Emotional and Physical Heat.
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Touching down at the Avengers Compound, the Quinjetâs engines hummed softly as they powered down. You stepped off the lowering ramp and took in the sprawling complex. The building was an impressive blend of sleek modern design and cutting-edge technology, lush greenery surrounded the wide-open spaces. The peaceful landscape contrasted against the bustling chaos of the city, where you spent most of your life.Â
Your dad, Tony Stark, stood waiting for you near the entrance, concern, and determination etched across his aging features. The familiar scent of motor oil and cologne filled your senses as he enveloped you in a quick hug. His grip around you was firm, silently reassuring you that he was there for you.Â
âWelcome home, kid,â he said, a small smile tugging at his lips. However, his eyes revealed the worry he had tried to mask. âCome on, let me show you around.âÂ
Following him through the compound, you passed training rooms that were filled with state-of-the-art equipment, common areas where you caught glimpses of some familiar faces, and the impressive hangar with various vehicles and aircraft. The building buzzed with activity, yet there was still a sense of order and purpose.Â
Finally, you reached Tonyâs sanctuary, his lab. The place you knew he felt most at home. You marveled at the array of gadgets and projects scattered around, as you followed his gesture for you to step in. Screens displayed holographic schematics, while robotic arms moved with precision, a new creation being assembled. The faint hum of machinery was a comforting backdrop.Â
âAnd, this is where the magic happens,â Tony said, pride touching his voice. Watching you take it all in, his lips played a small smile. âBut, before you get too comfortable, thereâs something we need to talk about.âÂ
Raising your eyebrow suspiciously, you waited for him to continue. Looking uncharacteristically nervous, he ran a hand through his hair.Â
âI know things have been⊠rough since the incident,â he began, trying carefully to choose his words. He leaned against a workbench, fixing his gaze on a point somewhere behind you, crossing his arms over his chest. âAnd, I know youâre struggling to control the Extremis,â he trailed off, pausing before he continued, âbut, we canât have another accident like that. Not again.âÂ
The memory of the uncontrollable heat coursing through your veins caused you to flinch. The sight of the flames, the smell of burning wood, the panic in the firefighterâs voice as they tried to contain the damage. Since it saved your life as a child, you lived with the Extremis virus. Your mother, Maya Hansenâs legacy, turned you into a ticking time bomb.Â
âI know, Dad,â you sighed, shifting your weight from one foot to the other. âIâll do better.âÂ
Shaking his head, Tony pushed off the workbench and stepped closer to you. âItâs not about doing better. Itâs about getting help. Which is why Iâve arranged for someone to keep an eye on you.âÂ
The door to the lab opened, snapping your attention away from your dad before you could protest. And in walked, Bucky Barnesâ The Winter Soldier. You had seen him in action and heard the ghost stories, but meeting him in person⊠that was different. He was imposing, a steely gaze seemingly assessing every detail of the room, and you. As he approached, his movements were fluid, almost predatory.
âTin-Man, this is my daughter,â Tony spoke as he gestured toward you. âSheâs going to be staying here for a while. And⊠youâre going to be looking out for her.âÂ
Buckyâs eyes narrowed slightly toward you, and you could see in his piercing gaze that he was as thrilled about this arrangement as you were. âI was expecting a kid,â he said bluntly, a hint of annoyance carrying in his voice. Crossing his arms over his chest, the metal of his arm caught against the light.Â
âNo, Iâm not a kid,â you snap back, matching his posture. âAnd, I donât need a glorified babysitter. Unless,â you paused, shoot Bucky a playful smirk. âYouâre here to tuck me in and read me a bedtime story?âÂ
Tony stepped between you, holding up a hand to forestall any pending argument. âEasy, both of you. This isnât up for debate. Barnesâ here to help, whether you like it or not.âÂ
You glare at Bucky, who returns the look with an equal intensity. âFantastic,â you said, your voice dripped with sarcasm. âMy very own bodyguard, donât expect me to make this easy for you.â
Smirking, Buckyâs eyes filled with amusement almost as if he was accepting a challenge. âWouldnât dream of it, Princess.âÂ
âDonât call me that,â you snap, your irisâ blazed with anger, a burning orange glow.Â
His smirk never faltered. âWhatever you say⊠Princess.âÂ
Watching the exchange, Tonyâs expression changed to one of concern and exasperation. His face, usually composed, now showed signs of strained patience. Rubbing a hand over his face, he tried to stifle a sigh. âAlright, both of you,â he injects, his voice filled with frustration. âThis isnât a battlefield. Can we at least try to keep it professional?âÂ
You took a glance at Tony, then back at Bucky, who still had a smirk plastered across his face, enjoying the friction. Tony continued, his tone firm but weary. âI get that you two wonât see eye to eye, but letâs keep the drama to a minimum. Weâre here to make sure things donât  go up in flames, literally.âÂ
Squaring off with Bucky, you took another step closer. The heat between you both was almost tangible. âI mean it, Winter Soldier. Iâm not some dame in distress that you get to boss around.âÂ
Leaning in, his voice was a low, taunting whisper. âAnd Iâm not some nanny here to hold your hand.âÂ
The tension crackled between you, and you noticed how his eyes were cold and calculating, with a flicker of something elseâ something that mirrored the heat in your own. You werenât sure if it was anger or something more, but whatever it was, made your heart race.Â
âGood,â you retorted, sarcasm stayed laced within your words. âI wouldnât want you thinking you could handle me.âÂ
His eyes locked with yours, his smirking only growing. âTrust me, Princess, I can handle anything you throw at me.âÂ
Scoffing, you rolled your eyes, yet you couldnât help but feel the thrill of his challenge rush through you. âWeâll see about that.âÂ
As you turned to leave, you felt his gaze burning into your back. This wasnât overâ far from it. And somehow, the thought of that excited you as much as it infuriated you.
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Superman
Pairing: Spencer Reid Ă GN! Reader
SUGGESTIVE CONTENT
Hurt/Comfort
For: Anonymous Request
Content Warnings: Hostage situation, reader held at gunpoint, unsub is shot and killed, canon level violence, heavy kissing, petting, suggestive
Summary: After you're in a hostage situation, Spencer lets you know you can't put yourself in danger like that again.
Author's note: Super happy with the way this turned out! Enjoy!
Feedback is always welcome!
Requests are OPEN
It was supposed to be a normal case just like any other, a serial killer loose on the streets of Chicago. The team had assembled a quick profile, but they didn't factor in one thing: a partner.
That's how you ended up in this situation, with the barrel of a gun resting on your temple and the unsub gripping your shoulders as your team tried to negotiate with the man.
He was getting more and more agitated, and his finger was slowly tightening on the trigger. You squeezed your eyes shut, preparing for the end, when you heard a gunshot. The unsub fell over behind you, dead.
You turned around to see where the shot came from, your jaw dropping as Spencer lowered his smoking gun and put it back in it's holster.
It's not that you weren't grateful, but you certainly weren't expecting Spencer to take a headshot in a hostage situation. That wasn't the way he did things. He'd provide plenty reasons it was unsafe, complete with alternatives.
Compared to the couple minutes you were being held at gunpoint, the next few hours went by shockingly fast. There was a lot of paperwork and interviews with the local police, but when it was over, you were grateful to get back to the hotel.
You were packing your bags and gathering your things when you heard a few sharp knocks at the door. The peephole revealed it was Spencer, so you opened it for him. He stepped in and closed it behind him, watching you for a few minutes before speaking up.
"You could've died earlier."
You bit your lip, unsure of what he was upset about.
"And you saved me. Thanks, by the way. You're my Superman."
He looked a bit frustrated now, running a hand through his hair. Clearly, your joke only served to agitate him.
"It's not funny. I shouldn't have had to do that. You need to stop putting yourself it danger."
You snorted now. He was a such a hypocrite.
"This job is dangerous."
His eyes softened, and he reached down to take your hand in his. "Please. I'm worried because I might not be able to save you someday."
You nodded, leaning closer and giving him a half-hearted hug.
"I am. I will be. Okay?"
He nodded, his eyes fixed on you for a while before he leaned forward and gave you a kiss.
You quickly returned it, your hand intertwining with his and pulling him closer. He wasted no time grabbing you by the waist and pressing up against you, deepening the kiss as goosebumps grew on the skin he touched.
As shy as he was, his hands sure weren't. He palmed at your chest before trailing his fingers down your body to rest on the curve of your ass. You matched his pace, tugging at his tie, when-
Knock knock
Garcia's cheerful voice broke the silence. "Hotch says to get out or we're leaving without you! That means you too, Reid! I know you're in there!"
The two of you quickly sprang apart, fixing your hair and clothes before looking away from each other. You grabbed your bags, and he went back to his room to grab his, meeting you in the lobby of the hotel.
And throughout the entire ride home on the jet, he kept his eyes on you.
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Thinking about the reaction another universe's Logan would have to meeting Wade. To Wade and Logan's relationship.
Part 2, Part 3, Part 4
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Imagine a Logan who didn't lose the X-men, who still has his "family," but who still has his walls sky high. Who is still an alcoholic (albeit less chronically than our Logan) and still keeps everyone at a distance despite craving company like a moth to a flame. Who purposely isolates himself, denying it under the guise of indifference, out of fear of rejection. Who tries to protect himself by building a fortress around himself only to result in nobody being able to scale those impenetrable walls.
Who has people around him (Jean, Scott, Charles) but still feels alone in the world. Who is physically present (showing up at dinnertime, attending meetings, occasionally completing missions alongside them) but emotionally absent. Who tries so hard to try to be there, to be emotionally open, to give back what he's received, but fails spectacularly.
And everyone else notices. But they don't say anything, afraid of breaking the careful balance that keeps Logan just close enough to touch but just far enough that their fingers only manage to graze him. And so they keep up this balancing act, getting used to the tenseness and slightly uncomfortable silences.
They resign themselves to it eventually. To only being able to climb halfway and receive messages through a window.
And Logan resigns himself to this loneliness too. In 200 years, nobody has managed to break through. Why would they be able to now?
Imagine this Logan meeting the current Wade.
Wade was sent on some kind of mission by the TVA to investigate a disturbance in the timeline of this universe. His Logan offered to join him, but he turned him down. He felt uneasy bringing Logan to a universe where his team was still alive, where everything was eerily similar to his original universe except for their fate. He didn't want Logan to have to go through the pain of seeing the life he "could've" had if he hadn't been the "Worst Wolverine." (And, on a deeper level, he felt scared that Logan would realize that he was never enough to fill that void.)
And so he left a very reluctant Logan behind to delve into this alternate universe.
He stumbled out of the portal into some inconspicuous alleyway, brushing the grime off his suit. Lo and behold, he's in a big bustling city that looks almost identical to his own.
It doesn't take him long to begin investigating, searching for what could've caused the disruption in the timeline. He'd planned for this to be a quick mission, a one-and-done, clean-cut resolution so that he could get home in time to eat whatever scraps Logan had somehow managed to assemble into a decent-looking meal.
He was looking forward to eating dinner with Logan and Blind Al. To pressing his leg against Logan's a bit too closely to be platonicâbut not yet explicitly romanticâand feeding Mary Puppins under the table to Logan's protest.
And yet, after hours of searching for clues and interrogating mercenaries and shady guys who knew about underground operations, he was stumped.
And so, naturally, when the bad guys didn't have the information he wanted, he turned to the good guys.
Unfortunately, the Avengers weren't particularly active (at least publicly) at the moment, and so he turned to the very group he'd been hoping to avoid: the X-men.
Maybe breaking into their mansion through a window on a random Tuesday wasn't the best way to make an impression, but it got the job done.
However, the X-men seemed to disagree on that front, considering how the few that had been inside (barely any he recognized) were all tensing up and drawing their weapons.
"Woah woah woah," Wade put his hands up in the air placatingly, "Slow your roll. I'm not here to cause trouble for you guys. I know it looks bad but I promise I'm here for very important, very legit, very legal, reasons."
"...Reasons that require you to break and enter?" some random X-man Wade didn't care about asked.
"Yes, exactly!" Wade chirped. "I'm sure we're all very busy and I want to go home just as much as you all want to redecorate whatever the fuck this mansion aesthetic is."
"What's wrong with the aesthetic?" Colossus (finally, someone he recognized!) asked, furrowing his eyebrows.
"Don't worry about it, pal," Wade quickly deflected, "Anyway, straight to the point: do any of you guys know what the hell could be fucking up your timeline? Because, unfortunately, none of the assholes on the streets seem to know. And, even more unfortunately, I have to fix that."
"...What do you mean fucking up the timeline?" Jean asked, slowly.
"Well, it's a long storyâ"
âone that ended up with Wade sitting in the big bad office across from Charles Xavier, who took an obnoxiously sophisticated sip of his tea.
"So you're from another dimension," he starts with.
"Yup, born and raised, baby."
"...And you're here because you believe there's something wrong with this timeline?"
"You know it. Although I don't see why we're going through the whole questioning shebang when you can just read my mind and get it over with," Wade leans back in the chair, his tone flippant.
"Wellâ"
Before Charles can finish speaking, the doors loudly slam open to reveal a very real and very angry Wolverine.
"Where is the fucker who broke in?" he growls, claws unsheathed.
"Right here, buddy," Wade grins and waves.
"Why is he still here and not locked up?" Other-Logan's fiery eyes flick toward Charles.
"Becauseâ"
"âBecause I'm here to save your ass, Wolvie. I wasn't the one who messed up your universe and I sure as hell wasn't the one who pissed in your cereal this morning, considering I, y'know, wasn't here."
Wolverine looks slightly taken aback at the audacity of Wade taunting him after breaking and entering.
"Now, not that I don't enjoy some eye candyâI really do, trust meâbut can we finish this shit up so I can get back to my universe?" Wade eyed the tense, battle-braced posture Other-Logan was sporting, "And holy shit, peanut, we can try out pain play later but let's save the kinks for the bedroom, yeah? Put those claws away for now."
Wolverine looks like he's about to choke him or choke himself with the way he's clenching his fists in... anger? incredulity? Something to that effect.
And so began their very real, very legit, very spectacular journey to save the timeline! Unfortunately, the other X-men apparently had better shit to do (lazy fuckers), and so while they were out on their own pre-determined missions, Wolverine and Deadpool had to work together. Again. (Well, "again" for one of them.)
And it was going... okay. Surprisingly. They'd managed to locate a few places with suspicious activity using the X-men's network and while Wade would probably have to wait on that homemade dinner, the mission wasn't a total disaster so far (which was better than he could say for last time).
Except, there were a few... slip-ups.
It started when The Wolverine (because he wasn't His Logan, not to Wade) and Deadpool (because he wasn't His Wade either) were out raiding some base that had suspicious activity around when the timeline started having issues. They hadn't uncovered anything substantial so far, but there was definitely something shady going on. Call it a Spidey Sense.
Wolverine was slaughtering some enemies after threatening them within an inch of their life to spill their secrets, as usual, when one henchman (a mutant of some type, judging by the inhuman speed at which he moved) attacked him from behind. Wade didn't even have time to think, all he saw was Logan getting attacked and in an instant, he'd crossed the distance and embedded a katana in the fucker's head.
He knew Logan would heal. He did. But it didn't make it easier to look at him, bloodied and bruised, and not want to murder the person who caused it. It reminded him too much of the way Wade found Loganâreckless and suicidal, resigned to drinking himself to death and not caring how hurt he was.
(And, more than that, he just hated to see him in pain. He liked to think it was reciprocal, by the way Logan would slice someone into fucked up organ confetti the second they managed to land a good hit on Wade. He was always a bit more wound up on those nights, a barely tampered rage in his eyes and snarl to his lips that didn't subside until they were back in the apartment, out of their suits, where wounds stitched themselves up. Logan still had a shakiness to him, sometimes, until the injuries were fully gone. He'd thumb at a slash on his arm until the skin was back to the typical scar tissue instead of a distinct cut.)
Wolverine looked back to see Deadpool on top of the mangled corpse.
"Just doing my job," Deadpool said cheerily, trying not to let his voice waver.
"...Sure, bub," Wolverine muttered, eyeing him a second longer before going back to whoever he was torturing.
Fuck.
And then it happened again.
They were taking a breather in the facility they'd just raided, sitting down to catch their breaths and compile their findings before setting off to the next one.
Wolverine was digging through some medkits nearby, despite being healed.
"Woah buddy," Deadpool started, "Don't you think it's a bit early to be getting drunk? I mean, I'm all for freedom of choice, but I don't think the Founding Fathers thought that choice would mean drinking straight rubbing alcohol."
Wolverine stopped, his muscles stiffening.
"...What makes you think I'm looking for rubbing alcohol?" he asked slowly, a tenseness to his voice that was separate from the normal level of annoyance.
Wade quickly realized his mistake. "Oh, y'know, a hunch. I have a sixth sense. Like Spiderman. But cooler! Like instead of a Spidey Sense I have a... uhhh... Deadpool Danger Detonator?"
Wolverine looked at him suspiciously as he continued to ramble, but eventually let it go. Thank god.
And again.
They were fighting some higher-level henchmen, for once. Seems that their trail was finally leading somewhere. These guys were fewer in numbers, but actually packed some bang for their buck and all seemed to have decently strong mutations and some weapons training.
Now, Logan and Wade frequently went on missions together. In fact, at this point, they almost exclusively did jobs together. (It was part of the reason it'd been so difficult to convince Logan to let this job go. It had become routine at this point to go together, to be a Package Deal, Two Parts of a Set, Partners.)
(He'd noticed how Logan would pace anxiously when he went on more dangerous missions by himself. How he'd try and fail to distract himself and inevitably end up on the couch, tense and waiting for Wade to come home before finally, finally, letting out a deep breath and letting his muscles unwind as Wade flopped down next to him. He knew and yet he just... couldn't... this time.)
Suffice to say, Wade knew Logan's attack patterns. He knew where he'd strike and the openings he'd leave and how to cover them. He'd fought him enough himself to tell when he'd use a feint and when he'd actually go for the kill.
And so, when they were pushed back to back, surrounded on all sides, Wade let himself fall into the natural rhythm of it all. Weaving in and out between Wolverine's attacks, throwing knives where he'd miss with his claws, covering his back, and doing a masterful job at eliminating the enemies.
And Wolverine noticed. Because of course he did. He'd glanced at Wade with something akin to surprise (or even recognition) a few times when he'd managed to match him precisely.
But it felt oddly... good to be matched. Wolverine was used to working alone, to having backup but never really working alongside someone else. He fought on the same team as the X-men, yes, and they did sometimes go on joint missions together, but he never felt equal to them. Like he could throw a punch and they'd match him exactly.
He was used to leading the group, to being on the front lines of the attack, to splitting off and doing his own thing. He'd never felt this type of ease when working with someone. Like he didn't have to glance over his shoulder to check their work or see if they'd been hurt.
And so, as they fell into a comfortable rhythm, Logan found himself smiling. A feral, gleeful thing.
At the joy of finally having a match. The animalistic thrill of getting to play with his prey together without the other person shying away or shutting him down.
Logan always had to toe the line between human and animal. Giving in just enough to his animal instincts to make him a useful tool, a sharp weapon, while still retaining his humanity enough to be palatable. He could never just let go and be both. Let the line disappear in the sand as he dipped his toes in and out of the tides without feeling like someone was yanking him back or further in.
For the first time in his 200 years of existence, Logan felt free.
(When he finally came down from the adrenaline high, he looked at Wade with an indescribable expression. If Wade didn't know better, he'd almost say it looked like awe.)
And again.
They were bickering over something stupid. It doesn't matter how it started, only that now they both were bristling with annoyance and had their pride on the line.
"Can you shut the fuck up?" Wolverine growled, clenching his hands tightly.
"Or what? Is the kitty gonna unsheathe his claws?" Deadpool goaded, "Are you going to shish-kebab me? Stab me?"
"And if I do?" A challenging spark entered Logan's eyes.
"Been there, done that, honey badger. You'll have to get realllllll creative to top the Honda Odyssey," Wade smirked.
"What the hell does a car have to do with me murdering you?"
Deadpool blinked. Once. Twice. "Oh yeah, you wouldn't know that reference. Bummer. The point is, you aren't going to get anything out of impaling me. Except for the rise of a different type of weapon. If you get what I mean."
Wolverine gruffly retorted with some petty insult, but the searching look in his eyes didn't fade.
And again.
"C'mon Wolvie, you know I like it when you penetrate me, but let's try something new for a change, yeah? How about you hold me tenderly insteadâ" (Wolverine had never impaled him once.)
And again.
"Or what? What are you gonna say? 'Hey bub, I'm Wolverine, I'm The X-man and I'm masculine and I like woodworking and being a lumberjack in the forests of Canada.'" (Wolverine had never revealed that. To anyone, actually.)
And again.
"You know, maybe instead of drinking anything available, you can wait and I'll buy you some of the good stuff. I'll get you some beer and whisky on the house as long as you brave the very hard journey of staying sober for more than ten fucking minutes." (Wolverine had never told him his taste in alcohol.)
Until, finallyâ
"You know me."
"What?"
"You know me." It was a statement, not a question. Wolverine was looking at him with that same look in his eyes. The one he'd had since their first fight together where Deadpool had freaked the fuck out over someone nearly stabbing him.
"I sure hope I do, considering we've been working together for two days now," Deadpool chuckled, averting his eyes.
"No. You know me. You know me." Logan had a type of vulnerability in his eyes, one that he hadn't seen since he'd left his Logan behind.
"...What do you mean?" Wade asked, reluctantly.
"You know things about me that you shouldn't. But you couldn't have gotten it from anyone because nobody else knows them either. You know how I fight. What my habits are. What I like. What I hate. Therefore, you know me," he said, and that might be the most words Wade has ever heard this Logan speak at one time.
And Wade wants to deny it, if just to hurry along this mission and avoid the emotional turmoil of confronting his feelings with a Logan that isn't even his. But he sees the earnest look in Logan's eyes and he can't just ignore it. Can't deflect like he would for anyone else.
"...You're right, I do know you."
"How?" Logan's eyes are piercing, searching for answers. Desperately, almost. Like a man stranded in the desert, insatiably thirsty, who just learned that there's an oasis.
So Wade tells him. A short version, anyway. Tells him about snatching his Logan from another universe, getting thrown into the void, and then working together to save his world. Tells him about asking Logan to stay, and how they've been living together since. How they go on missions together and make dinner together and watch shitty reality TV together with Blind Al and their dog.
(Doesn't tell him how he refused to let his Logan come along, that he wanted to, that he'd do anything to keep his Logan with him even if it hurts to be away.)
Finally, the inevitable question comes up: "Why did Logan abandon his universe?"
And Wade tells him that too.
And Logan... doesn't know how to feel.
A part of him feels horrified. That there's a universe out there where he failed the X-men so horrendously. Where he drank himself into a stupor and stumbled back in to find them dead. Where he lived his entire life denying that he cares and building up his walls only for him to crumble anyway when they're gone (only for him to have nothing to reminisce on because of it).
But a larger part of him (a shameful, bitter part of him) feels envy curling around his chest, squeezing his heart and constricting his throat until he's barely able to breathe.
Because of course, it'd take losing everything that mattered to him right now to be able to find what he's been missing this whole time. He couldn't just be happy with the X-men, he had to be selfish and want more despite all they've done for him.
A greedy, wretched part of him thinks it'd be worth it. To throw it all away just so that he could have someone like Wade who talks about him not as a colleague, not as a teammate, but with a fondness so evident he could choke on it. Someone who knows Logan, not The Wolverine. Who cares about the little details like how he furrows his brow and what his favorite drink is and the exact pitch his voice takes when he genuinely laughs instead of just how quick he can kill enemies.
Someone who knows him as Loganâa selfish, possessive, scared, pathetic, insecure, assholeâand still wants him. Still loves him.
He's always had to hide parts of himself. Always had to don a mask of stoicism, careful indifference, and harsh words. Because then, people would hate him for that. They would push him away because he was rude, he was callous, he was brutal, but they wouldn't look deeper.
Because if Logan bared himself to someone as he is, vulnerable and terrified of losing those he loves, and they rejected him?
It'd be a worse fate than death.
But here Wade was, talking about himâas a person, not a heroâand smiling so visibly Logan can tell behind the mask, speaking of him warmly even when remembering how they used to fight.
Logan feels something unfamiliar in his gut. A concoction of jealousy, hatred, and... relief. Happiness. Possessiveness, even.
That he could be seen and loved despite it.
Logan knows what love feels like. Knows how it feels to care about people, despite how he acts. He knows how to feel protective and worried.
He's felt attraction before. To Jean, who had soft skin and a pretty smile and who always showed courage in the face of danger. To Scott, even, who commanded with a strength in his voice that sometimes had heat running through Logan's veins.
This is different.
This isn't just love. Isn't just attraction. It's yearningâawful, honest, raw yearning for something he desperately wanted but knew he couldn't have. Knew he shouldn't have.
But he wanted it. He'd felt empty for so long, even surrounded by people, even with people he cares about and who he knows reciprocate. He's been trapped in limbo for so long: never alone but always lonely, given enough scraps to stay in one place and fear loss while still feeling an itch under his skin for something more.
To be understood. To be seen. To be loved. To belong to someone instead of being a stray, wandering from door to door and taking whatever handouts he can while sleeping in their shitty garage.
Logan is an animal at heart, really. The Wolverine had always been inside him, influencing his feelings and emotions in a way normal humans couldn't quite relate to or understand.
And like all animals, the thing he wants the most is a home. A place to belong.
He stares at Wade as he continues rambling about the Logan from his world, talking with an energy he'd never had before.
A home, huh?
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hiii! could u write some head cannons for Caitlin?
DATING CAITLIN CLARK HEADCANONS
authors note : iâve actually been wanting to do this for a while but procrastinating smmm. But thank you to the person who requested this ! And iâm making a tag list ! dm me to be apart of it <3
requested by : anon
caitlin clark x reader headcanons
warnings : none
âą Overprotective girlfriend who hates when you give anyone else your attention.
âą âWell it seems like your friends company is better than mine.â
âą Her mind is full of smart remarks, always giving an attitude whenever something doesnât go the way she planned
âą You always catching her mid eye roll and scolding her for it.
âą Caitlin would try and teach you every sport sheâs good at. Or trying to teach you the basics so youâd understand them.
âą You two most definitely have a secret handshake, which Caitlin spent hours perfecting
âą You help her pack for away games because she has absolutely no idea how to pack a suitcase the right way
âą Her camera roll being full of pictures of you, and her lockscreen being a photo of you two
âą Caitlin gifting you a necklace with her initials for your birthday, never wanting you to take it off.
âą Always having her arm around your waist when in public, giving every stranger that looks your way an intimidating look.
âą Hating when you arenât able to attend her basketball games because she considers you to be her good luck charm
âą Caitlin would refuse to talk to anyone except you after loosing a game, too upset to conversation with anyone else
âą Sheâs always quick to shut down any hate targeted towards you, not caring whoâs feelings she hurts.
âą Caitlin giving you unnecessary attitude for no reason
âą âWell no duh. Who didnât know that already?â
âą Her bringing you up in interviews and loving to showcase your beauty during special events
âą An absolute sucker for naps, she falls asleep on your chest while watching movies
âą The two of you clearing your schedule to have saturday rest days, to just stay home and cuddle all day long
âą Caitlin refusing to let anyone touch her hair except you. Not trusting anyone else to do her signature ponytail except herself or you
âą Always trying to take you on surprise dates no matter what day of the week it is.
âą Always buying you shoes thatâll match hers.
âą When she gets a new pair of sneakers, sheâll see if you want them too
âą Caitlin having you wear her jerseys at almost all of her games so people know youâre taken.
âą Her trying to assemble every piece of furniture you guys own by herself and refusing help
âą You two would definitely have promise rings that would never come off of your fingers.
âą Caitlin refusing to let you open the car door yourself and always wanting to open it for you
âą Asking you to do her makeup for special events, because she doesnât want anyone close to her face except you.
âą You two definitely being dog moms and spoiling the pets like theyâre real children.
âą Caitlin hating when itâs her turn to doing the dishes, and procrastinating when itâs time to do so.
âą âWell, itâs not my fault the sink isnât getting hot enough!â
âą You buying matching pajamas for the two of you and Caitlin pretending to hate them when she loves them.
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Steddie living together in their first apartment in LA. Its the 90âs its a heatwave in the 100âs everyday. The power grid is overwhelmed so the city has resorted to rolling blackouts.
It was Friday which meant it was their neighbourhood tonight. After work Steve stopped at the store and got beer, candles, and pizza to prepare for the night. He was meeting Eddie at home and they would have an hour before the lights were out.
âHey baby Iâm home.â Steve called as he slammed the door shut behind him.
âGod its hot as balls Stevie.â Eddie yelled back dramatically from the kitchen. He made his way over and draped himself against the doorframe as he watched Steve kick his shoes off with a huff, his arms full of groceries.
âOh hi Stevie love of my life who got me booze and dinner, how was your day? Oh sure of course iâll help you,â Steve mumbled to himself giving Eddie a side eye and a hip bump as he made his way into the kitchen with the groceries.
Eddie followed closely behind him pulling him in close despite the heat and sweat on both of them, âHello Sweetheart how are you? I love you. Thank you for the groceries.â He mumbled into the back of Steveâs sweaty neck.
Steve broke easily, turning around into Eddieâs grip after only an eye-roll. He leaned in and accepted his expected kiss unable to stop the smile that spread across his lips. âYour hair is cute.â He said as he pulled back resting against the counter.
âWhy thank you hair professional Stevie darling.â Eddie batted his eyelashes and twirled a stray curl that had fallen out of the messy bun on his head.
Steve scoffed and pushed a hand against his face breaking free of his hold and going back to unloading groceries. âWe should have a cold shower before we loose power. Then I was thinking we could go on the roof and look at the stars later.â He said it casually but Eddie saw the way Steveâs eyes nervously looked back at him over his shoulder.
âThat sounds perfect, we can even bring the portable radio up with us I just stole new batteries from the store.â Eddie gravitated back into Steveâs space. âAnd Claudia just sent us that outdoor blanket she made.â His fingers danced up and down Steveâs waist.
âHow romantic of you.â Steve teased, trying to squirm away when Eddie pinched his hip.
âYou pretend to hate it but I know you are a hopeless romantic lover boy Stevie.â Eddieâs hand slid forward and pushed Steveâs hips back against his own. âIâll always give you what you want though, because I love you so much.â
Steve was speechless at the sincerity of Eddieâs words. He instead turned around and kissed Eddie in a way he hoped showed how much he loved him.
After they parted ways, Eddie taking over in the kitchen to put away groceries and assemble their meal while Steve showered first. Once finished he decided to set up outside, dragging out the aforementioned outdoor blankets, portable radio and of course food. Once all was said and done he checked his watch: 7 minutes until the power cut. He listened and heard Steve humming to himself in the bathroom, so he lit a path of candles to the roof because he was romantic like that.
âHello Romeoâ Steve greeted him on the roof, 10 minutes later beers in hand. The cool bottles were already dripping from the heat, Steve wiped the excess water on the back of his neck.
âHello sweet steviette, you look so beautiful under this warm eveâs moonlight.â Eddie crooned back, draping himself out dramatically and reaching a hand to Steve. He smiled at his boyfriendâs eye-roll and took the beers from his hands.
âThank you nerd,â Steve said with an edge of sweetness to his voice, still leaning over into Eddieâs space for a quick peck,
They ate after that, both ravenous after their long days at work. It was a comfortable silence they sat in, so close their thighs touched. Eddie silently handed his crusts over to Steve and and Steve popped the top off another beer for him. And when they finished they lay together on their backs, hands intertwined as they looked at the stars.
âI love you, you know that right?â It was Steve who broke their silence first.
Eddie rolled onto his side, keeping Steveâs hand in his. âOf course I do.â He pulled it to him, placing a gentle kiss on Steveâd knuckles.
Steve turned his head to face Eddie, âOkay good, just making sure.â He smiled but Eddie could see the edges of worry in his eyes.
âCome here.â He tugged Steve over and into his arms despite the heat and the sweat covering both of them. âI love you and I know you love me back baby, forever and always,â
âForever and always,â Steve agreed as he and Eddie both leaned into each otherâs space until their lips were touching and a silly make-out began.
Eddie rolled on top of Steve attacking his face with kiss after kiss, on his cheeks, forehead, the bridge of his nose, his eyelids, and finally his lips. Steve deepened the kiss immediately hands gripping Eddieâs shoulders so insistently Eddie couldnât help but chuckle against Steveâs lips.
âWhat?â Steve pulled back but only enough to ask.
âYou loooove me,â Eddie dissolved into a fit of laughter, clinging to Steve and hiding his face in his shoulder as Steve laughed and tried to shove him off.
âOh fuck off.â
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PLEASE ME LIKE YOU LOVE ME
â ê° synopsis ê± â itâs only natural to bring your husband lunch while heâs busy at work.
â ê° a/n ê± â this was supposed to come out on his birthday but i lowkey forgot about it until randomly finding it in my drafts today, anyways, enjoy <3
â ê° word count ê± â 1.6k
â ê° warnings ê± â [ns]fw, fem! reader, semi public, reader is referred to as his 'spouse', established relationship, he's your husband
"zho-zhongli, wait!"
you panic before being roughly pushed back against his work desk, panting as you heard a small rustle and jingle, the sound being a clear result of the way zhongli clumsily got rid of the bothersome materials on the wooden table, swatting them against the flooring.
swiftly, you were lowering your face as you observed your husband quietly settle in between your spread legs, his hands, like sharp daggers, scramming your instinctively moving body.
"we shouldnât do this here."
you gave him an unsure look, one that emphasized your point and indicated towards the obvious.
what started as an innocent visit to zhongli's workplace, to hand him his lunch that he had forgotten at your shared home, soon followed into something much different.
"i was just about to indulge in my meal." zhongli kindly spoke, a bit raspy but focused, a coy smile perfectly utilized and working hand in hand with his turn of phrase.
"ah- what a shame." heâs tumbling over your pretty thighs, ghosting his lips over the squishy skin. Your muscles tensed up of the solid grip he had on you, seizing you close.
but no further, his hands fell lower to where your precious core was which was still covered and sweetly tugged in, hidden under the flimsy material of your dampened panties.
"but what if someone sees us."
it's so sickly sweet to him, really. How your knuckles had turned white at the way you were nervously gripping onto the edge of the table while silently begging.
yes or no? and you know you shouldn't do this here, the possibility of someone catching you both during the act would be not only embarrassing but surely held their own consequences.
in the way he would handle you, with such significant caress, you could taste the experience in his touch when he planted a warm kiss on the inside of your thigh, "i will notice, you needn't worry."
your chest heaved, though reluctant you knew he wasn't one for empty promises, "o-okay." you nodded and trusted his instincts more than anything else, your zhongli wasn't careless, never.
you knew him, all of him, like the back of your hand you had him memorized entirely.
in one slow action, he gingerly hooked his digits into the waistband of your panties that were, much to your embarrassment, already wholly drenched in your slick, dragging the wet garment down your legs and leaving it dangling around your ankle.
your warm cheeks, that further gave rise to your undying beauty, or your unmoving eyes observing his every move, you seemed ethereal, delicate when your body responded.
the heat coiled deep within you as he lowered his fingers to playfully run them through your seeping folds, assembling your slick on his pads. "do you want this?"
zhongli wanted to make sure, gazing from under his thick lashes as you propped yourself up with your arms, returning his call. "i do, please touch me."
he laughed at your words, a little coquettish, outlining the inside of your folds and gently massaging the spongy spot with your flesh engulfing his finger pads.
in under a heart beat, he drew his face close again, there was nothing that could've prepared you for the pleasure he was about to inflict on you. You were quick to twist your hand into his hair as he began to plant a couple of kisses on your wet core, inducing tiny whimpers off your throat.
the strength that was imbued behind his clasp on you was nothing that would ever make you uncomfortable, ever.
for zhongli, you were his angelic spouse, his loved one and he handled you as such, with serious devotion, his breathing too, tiptoeing on your skin and electrifying a heart stirring sensation deep into the furthest depths of your belly.
he slowly slides his tongue on your pulsing pussy, you were excessively wet which made it possible for him to taste your slick immediately, drinking in the pure pleasure of your essence.
zhongli's eyes are closed in concentration and his mouth was parted, his tongue wiggling its tip past your dripping folds to catch the spongy spots, multiplying his tempo as his arms around your hips tightened.
your body responded - or at least made an attempt to respond to him in ways where words weren't needed, not that you were able to say anything in the first place.
your back arched off the cold desk with your hand further twisting through his hair, dragging him near you.
at his precise targetting, your heart clenched deep in your chest, his wet tongue hit all the right aching places in your cunt.
placing enough attention in your expressions made it possible for zhongli to target every area that had you hopelessly gushing around his tongue, had you screaming his name in downright enjoyment.
"r-right there." you're whispering through a broken moan," there!" you mewled again, accentuating your breathless words and begging that he, hopefully, had heard you through the rasping current of your violent sobbing.
zhongli lightly raised his brow and flicked his tongue faster as to try to find out which spot you meant or if it's the place he currently was remotely digging his wet muscle right into, his fingers dancing on your shuddering thighs.
you held your breath, kept yourself still and indulged in his mouth wrapping around your clit, suckling on your sickly sweet nerves, further eliciting the satisfying tingle on your skin.
"do you enjoy this?" zhongli heaved, for a second stilling his mouth on your soaked pussy while blowing cold air on the swollen flesh.
he tore every square of control off your body with his sly tricks, tore it off you without an inch of leniency, he was undoubtedly smothering into you and slurping off everything you had gifted him with.
"yes- yes!" a mewl, your response was weak, hardly to be distinguish, "i'm so close, baby." zhongli lightly snickered at your words that he personally found very cute, sweet and so fucking adorable, not to mention at how flustered he would become whenever you referred to him with a pet name.
his flattened tongue was now, dropped heavily into you, flashing its skill into your bristling spots when he moved his hand from your lower stomach to right above your clit, digging his thumb past the flesh to reach your sensitive blotches.
you jolted forward in surprise when he began to rub you fiercely in combination with his maddening strokes, holding you open while you were desperately clasping around his brown hair strands.
zhongli loved when you tightly seized your legs around his head, kept him there, how warm he felt on the inside, aside of how your thighs were perfectly fitting all throughout him, as if you were practically made for him by the heavens.
your slick was gathered on the lower side of his face with his chin taking most of it, the white, almost translucent essence was messily gushing from your flailing hole, your shaking moans coaxing him on to bring you over the edge so you can gingerly release on his face.
at another low groan, the vibrations of it all were hitting your deepest ends, tickling the dense twist in your belly as you started to use his head as you please, without warning feverishly grinding your pussy on his flattened tongue while his nose was ever so often filthily nudging your soiled cunt.
zhongli could only perceive your taste, his mind overtaken by your aura as he started to be surrounded by the natural scent of you.
his hands greedily grabbed onto you to fold you in half as he suddenly stood up from his seat, quickly shaking his head and sloppily lapping your pulsing folds.
"fu-fuck baby!" your attempted screaming fell on deaf ears, truly, the thought of someone catching you during the act was long since thrown out of the window, locked in a vault without caring for the possibility of a negative outcome.
the newfound intensity of his roughened flicks made your eyes dwell with hot tears, turning glassy as you closed them, yet a couple of tears still managed to escape as you approached your sweet release.
your jaw was straining, your mouth hanging low but nothing came out, but you tried, so hard to voice a single word to him, anything so zhongli would know how blissful he made you feel.
your walls tightly squeezed together when you bended your back off the sweat covered desk, your body losing on self control as you began to furiously shiver at your intense orgasm washing over you, catching the entirety of your nerves off guard.
zhongli groaned when he felt you release, slurped your filth off and indulged in you, thoroughly dragged his tongue on your throbbing cunt as he remotely tipped the tip in your tight hole, loudly swallowing your juices and honeyed cries.
he didn't move until you finished, plastering your swollen spots with open mouthed kisses, his warm breathing bringing out a chorus of whispery mewls from your throat.
zhongli was so proud, so persistent to make you cum and have you feel amazing because of him, after all you deserved it, deserved to be pampered and pleasured as much as you desired.
as he felt you calm down, he carefully lifted his head before lazily brushing your slick off with the back of his hand, drawing himself to your face to kindly look at you.
"it seemed you enjoyed yourself." he spoke, quite pleased with how much he was able to get our of you, lovingly dropping a small peck on your pouted lip when you continued to drag your hands over his hair, deepening the kiss.
"thank you for the meal." you sighed out a breathless laugh in surrender at his shameless words, a tiny bit embarrassed when you faintly tasted yourself on his tongue.
"you're crazy."
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need you tonight
part of give me a moment (aka stylist au as briefly described in this tag)
warning: 18+, smut. probably grammatical errors, typos.
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âsorryââm sorryâ
youâre pretty sure those are some of the only words that stumble past his lips as you go down on him. perhaps an apology for his ring getting tangled in your hair, trying to keep you close. but to be honest, the more cynical part of you hopes it's pure regret for fucking someone else just hours before.
it was not strange for you to crave a nicotine hit at this time, more often than not stepping out the bus to smoke a cigarette or two prior to calling it a night, that first inhale always making your head buzz a little as the all-too-familiar warmth runs through your limbs, a much welcome sensation to try leave the tiredness behind.
every day was like clockwork. bus arrives at the venue. stage and lighting are assembled. band soundchecks. you have a quick dinner. then it's time for him. after all, it's what you're here to do, work as matty's own personal stylist during the tour.
you had no clue luck had finally struck when you opened those dms earlier this year.
(13:43) trumanblack: hey (13:43) trumanblack: i found your profile via my friend (13:44) trumanblack: i really like your style n you look pretty cool
(13:58) trumanblack: sorry if this sounds creepy. promise i'm a real human tho (13:58) trumanblack: x
you didnât recognize him. however from a swift scroll through the feed, you gathered that his name was matty. apparently the front man of a seemingly popular band with a fanbase head-over-heels lusting for them.
mostly him, though.
you couldn't help but gaze at his lanky frame and pale skin adorned with ink, zooming in on certain posts to try decipher what they were. he definitely had a point of view when it came to dressing himselfâsometimes a bit messy and chaotic, but for the most part pleasing to the eye, a quality you appreciated given your line of work. his seemingly playful demeanour across photos made it seem like he was perhaps younger than you, this time a google search confirming that, in fact, he was born three years later. april 1989.
countless press photos appeared under his name and you spent the next half hour swiping back and forth between articles, finding him intriguing enough and giving you the surge of confidence to respond.
and that's basically why you're leaning against this tour bus now. the friendly banter with a stranger led you to travel the world and do what you enjoy most. the fancy clothes. the colourful glitz. the wild after parties. this stuff that you always dreamed about was somehow now your own reality that you often had to pinch yourself to ensure you weren't just passed out cold on the sofa back home.
however, this almost too good to be true gig also led you to fall for a guy, the same one whose collar you straighten almost every night.
the most fucking cliché story. some assistant falling for her boss just months after being hired. it actually makes you feel sickeningly stupid, embarrassed. still you can't seem to stop digging yourself deeper into a hole with every hour you spend caring for him, not being made any better by matty being nothing but affectionate towards you behind closed doors.
you know heâs the reason your nicotine addiction has increased tenfold, always finding yourself alone at this hour enveloped in smoke, part of you still wanting to pretend you do so to numb out the sleepless nights. took you a while to finally admit you did it as an attempt to cloud out any thought of him.
tonightâs really no different.
youâre not sure how much time has passed, but itâs enough for the cold to start settling on your skin. perhaps itâs your queue to stop and go back in. you snub out your cigarette, watching the red embers fade just as a car rounds the corner. it halts to a stop only a few meters away, and you catch the faint sound of a door creaking open, followed by the murmur of voices filling the night air.
then you hear it. that unmistakable high pitched laugh that can pull you awake in a single second. him.
and, of course. you immediately know why.
youâd learned pretty early on this was a common end to the routine: matty picks up a girl at the gig, goes fucks her somewhere, and has her drop him off right after.
reminds you of the number of red and purple bruises you often cover up before his show. it wasn't rocket science figuring out the cause, yet he never really addresses it, choosing silence and averting his gaze as your fingertips dab foundation on tender skin, temporarily hiding any remains of nights prior.
you didn't even notice your eyes had closed. not until the car door slams shut, jerking them open just in time to see him blow a kiss in her direction. your heart fractures at the sweet gesture, but only hurts for a second before he's walking towards you, his stupid wide grin mending it better.
"didn't expect to see you out here.â
open button-up untucked. blazer over his shoulder. dark curls frizzy and disheveled. everything making it crystal clear he's just slept with someone else and still not you.
"only making sure you make it back alright so i can tuck you in." of course, you wish that were the case.
it's only a few seconds until he settles next to you, leaning over to kiss your cheek. soft lips gently brushing against your skin. the way he always greets youâbut only when no one's watching.
"aren't you sweet, then?"
"trying my best." given the circumstances, it's pretty much all you can do.
he pulls out his beat-up cigarette box, flicking it open and offering you one. you decline, showing him the smothered tip of your own before finally tossing it aside.
"guess it must've been a pretty good time today," you lick the pad of your thumb before rubbing a lipstick mark off his jaw. itâs always ruby red or deep maroon. those same tones which he'll compliment you on. a similar shade you left on his lips the only time your mouth had been on his.
you finish cleaning the stains off his skin, matty murmuring a soft âthank youâ for having done so. itâs your turn to kiss his temple. ââtis my job, you know? making sure you look good.â you should be mad, upset, have some sort of negative emotion. instead, you canât help but have your heart intermittently flutter when he returns a sheepish smile, his arm wrapping around your shoulders to pull you close.
neither of you say much, but thatâs alright. you rest your head on the crook of his neck, noticing how nice it feels. how nice he feels. you see the chipped nail polish on his fingers. the wrinkled fabric of his flowered shirt. the dark hair down his torso. the unbuckled belt at his waist. itâs only then that jealousy creeps itself back in and suddenly your shoes seem all that more interesting than the man standing by your side.
"why do you do it, matty?" the sweetness of your voice never fails to mask the envy you actually feel. or at least you hope it does.
"hmm?"
"the sleeping around.â you finally lift your head to look at him, surprised that his pretty eyes were already on you. the toothy smirk is gone, though, replaced by a thin, expressionless line at his lips. he doesnât owe you an explanation. you know that. thus why youâre surprised when he actually starts to talk.
"dunno, really.â he lights up another cigarette and you notice as he gets lost in his mind. âi mean, itâs kinda difficult to say no to sex or a blowjob when theyâre literally throwing themselves at you.â he seemingly tries to joke, but you donât have time for funny right at this moment.
instead you wonder if itâs actually that easy.
âlet me do it, then.â
âsoâsorry?â he chokes mid-drag.
âlet me give you a blowjob just like those other girls do. just like she did,â you point at the ghost of that green car from before, â just tonight.â
itâs like his face cannot figure out which expression to land on, flipping between confusion, surprise, and something else that reads between need and desire.
âwhat the fuck?â his voice is shaky and it stings when he pushes you aside, yet, he doesnât try hard to put much distance between you two so itâs not difficult to invade his space, standing right in front of him until your face is a breath away from his. large, calloused hands grasp your shoulders tight, halting you from inching closer.
âdonât.â
âwhatâs the difference between them and myself, then?â seems like a simple enough question to you. âwhy can they have you and not me?â
but he has no answer, at least not one that he can properly voice. his hold on you starts to lessen, perhaps giving you some permission to let you do whatever you want.
you bring your hands up to his and pull them away, kissing his knuckles before placing them on your waist. an almost incoherent âfuckâ leaves his lips, and, as if on cue, his head falls back willingly, giving you the space to kiss his neck. the faint smell of her still on him.
âplease let me,â you whisper against his skin.
itâs not even a question at this point.
his fingers dig into your hips as you look at him once more, now noticing a mixture of lust and care in those almond coloured eyes. for a minute there, you get lost in them, admiring how his pupils dilate when your hands find the button of his pants, and how they shrink back as you finally undo the zipper. you donât want to waste any more timeâyouâve already waited too longâso you slide your palm down his pants to grab his half-hard cock, his eyes instantly rolling to the back of his head when you wrap your fingers around him.
âis this okay?â
you take the buck of his hips as a confirmation, giving you the courage to spread the precum along his length. he feels nice. having him in your hand seems just right and you only hope that he wonât regret this when he wakes up next morning in bed.
tonight is your turn to suck on the skin alongside his jaw, the thought of having to cover your own marks making you smile.
âfuck, baby.â
youâre not sure if he even noticed that sweet name leave his mouth, but you like the sound of it, and itâs all it takes for you to drop to your knees, dragging his pants and boxers down just enough to pull out his dick.
you look up at him once more, his left hand coming to tangle on your head, his other loosely holding his cigarette, almost done and fully forgotten. you kiss his tip, your gaze still not leaving his, thoroughly enjoying yourself as he bites his bottom lip each time your thumb hits that spot under the head of his cock. his scent is almost too much to bear so you take him in one go, feeling his cock twitch inside your mouth. it doesnât take long before heâs fully hard and hitting the back of your throat.
the plastic taste of latex is still on his skin. a sad reminder that you werenât his first tonight. that maybe you are an afterthought. just another girl who he uses to make himself come. but at least it means you get to have him even if itâs just this one time.
matty. thatâs all thatâs on your mind. once again. somewhat difficult to not think about him when youâre sucking him off, those heavenly sounds coming from his mouth making your own slick drip down your leg.
you pull away to catch your breath, using your hand to keep stroking him, pleasantly surprised when he pulls on your hair each time your red fingernails graze the underside of his cock. you do it again and again until he breaks and fucks your hand, apologizing for not being able to help himsel. itâs a sight youâll commit to memory as long as youâre alive.
now that youâve had a taste, itâs only so long you can go without having your lips around him. and thatâs what you do, take him again, hands urging his hips to fuck your mouth. to fuck himself senseless in the hopes that youâll be the one he turns to when he needs somebody else. he doesnât deny your request, throwing away the wasted cigarette to guide you, setting a pace that allows him to stay steady on his feet.
purely drunk on him, you're barely aware when his phone vibrates in his pocket, matty muttering 'sorry' before grabbing and letting it drop onto the grass at your side. nosiness always gets the best of you, so you can't help but glance down, catching sight of a text from an unsaved number asking if he could fuck her again tomorrow.
you feel his hips falter. he knows you've seen it.
ââm sorry.â
this time it's a mix between a cry and a whimper. perhaps he did feel bad. perhaps some part of him did care about you in the way that you needed him to.
you reach back to place your hand on top of his, making him push your head further into him, to thrust into you until tears pool at your lashes just as he spills hard and fast down your throat. his taste overtakes every cell of your being as you swallow, feeling him soften against your tongue before you reluctantly pull away.
you didnât even realize your knees were so sore until you stand up, not wasting a second to ask him is he's going to see her again the following night.
"do you want me to?" his thumb wipes away some of his cum off the corner of your lip. you reach out to suck it, slowly shaking your head in response.
he laughs nervously as his mouth clashes against yours, stealing both the air from your lungs. this wasn't the first time youâd kissed, but this wasnât like before. the way he quietly moans against your lips. the softness of his fingers resting on your face. the crinkle at the corner of his eyes when he pulls back.
"can i see you tomorrow, then?"
you couldâve sworn you heart stopped. can you truly believe those words after watching him leave you behind all those nights? the soft circles his thumbs draw on your skin do feel sincere, the reassurance you need to perhaps let him in, give him a chance even though you know itâs a slippery one.
itâs your turn to brush your thumb against his mouth, slowly pulling at the bottom lip and watching it bounce back up into place. you kiss him one last time before confirming 'okay', immediately turning to finally head back in. not wanting to linger for too long in case he changes his mind.
you catch his reflection on the mirror, noticing as he tucks himself in, and itâs that slight smile on his face which keeps you awake for hours on end.
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summary; neteyam helps his favorite girl out after she gets sick.
word count! 2.4k
SICKENINGLY SWEET.
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You never missed breakfast.
It was your favorite meal of the day - the time where you and Neteyam would finally see each other after the night had kept you apart from your yawne. Beloved.
During breakfasts, heâd pick the freshest fruits from his bowl and place them into yours - piling and piling the delicious treats on your plate and insisting you deserved to eat only the best. Of course you would share with him - the two of you feeding each other while Loâak would gag dramatically at the romantic gesture.
Neteyam had been waiting patiently for you, sitting with his empty bowl in front of him and an already assembled plate - which was overflowing with delicious fruits - placed next to him and meant for you.
The first few minutes of your initial absence were nothing concerning - you were usually always a little late. Your tardiness always gave him a laugh. Heâd watch you stumble in between naâviâs who were already seated - flustered and apologizing every time for passing through with an embarrassed smile on your face as you made your way to him.
When the clan began eating, he told himself you were just running a little more late than usual. Neytiri nudged him, asking him why he was not eating. He only smiled, fingers running over the bracelet on his wrist which youâd gifted him as he explained he wouldnât eat until you arrived.
Jake gave his eldest son a toothy grin at his words - while Loâak groaned
âSeriously? You refuse to eat? Sheâs not gonna die if you take a bite, you know.â Loâak insisted, inspecting the tower of food on your plate with clear jealousy as Neteyam carefully moved it away from his brother - already anticipating Loâak wouldnât even hesitate to snatch a fruit from your plate.
âYes, I know. But Iâll eat when she comes. Jealous she has more food than you, baby bro?â Neteyam teased as Loâak rolled his eyes
âYou know sheâd share them all with me if I just asked her.â Loâak threw back as Neteyam grinned
âYes. I know that.â He said, a smile on his face as Loâak resumed his meal, ranting on about how heâd never hold off his meal for anyone.
But Neteyamâs worriedness only grew as he didnât hear the usual ruckus of your late arrival - his eyes searched the rows of peacefully eating naâvi and he didnât see you at all. He also quickly realized your mother had also not come.
âMother, I am going to check on Y/n. She and her mother are not here - may I eat with her, wherever she may be?â Neteyam quickly asked as Neytiri nodded her head with a frown
âI hope she is all right - make sure you take enough food for all of you to eat!â Neytiri called out after Neteyam as he quickly picked up your plate - bidding his family goodbye as his feet found the familiar path towards your home.
His brows were furrowed as he stood outside your sleeping area, seeing your mother and his Grandmother talking quietly
âPoor girl.â He heard your mother whisper as he slowly approached the pair with furrowed brows
âAuntie - Grandmother, Oel ngati kameie.â He spoke, his eyes worried as your mother sent the boy a sad smile
âOel ngati kameie Neteyam. She is sick, my boy.â Your mother whispered, her quiet voice clearly indicating you were resting inside as Neteyamâs ears fell
âSick? Y/n is sick?â He quickly asked as his Grandmother hushed him, handing Neteyam a small bottle as she turned to him with a strict gaze
âShe wonât take the medicine - I have no idea why. That girl is stubborn, one of her only flaws. Do you think you can make her take it?â His Grandmother asked with urgency present in her voice as your mother gently took your fruit plate from Neteyam, giving his cheek a quick kiss before taking it inside. He smiled at her before turning back to his Grandmother with a nod
âYes of course. She will take it.â He answered dutifully, knowing just how stubborn you could be at times. He loved everything about you - to him, you had no flaws. He did not see it as stubbornness, but determination.
âGood. Make sure she drinks the entire thing, every drop. It is necessary for her recovery. You care about her, right?â His grandmother asked as Neteyam immediately nodded his head
âGood. Now, go on.â She said, opening the flap and letting Neteyam go inside while she left, no doubt following your mother wherever she went.
You laid in your hammock, tracing the designs on the fabric mindlessly with your back towards him. He approached you slowly, his gentle hands moving forward to rest on your back
You turned at the touch of his hands - eyes confused and sleepy until you recognized the familiar boy - your yawne.
âOh Neteyam! I missed you dearly.â You breathed out, your voice hoarse as Neteyam reached to cradle your face in his hands. He saw how tired you were and frowned
âMy sweet girl, how did you get so sick? Y/n, you were fine last night.â Neteyam insisted, his voice concerned as he helped you sit up after seeing you try and fail with how tired you were.
âI am fine - just a little tired. And my throat.â You groaned, laying back down almost immediately after he helped you sit up with your arms outstretched above your head. Neteyam moved forward to feel your forehead before he let out a long sigh
âYour forehead is burning, tiyawn. Did you sleep well last night?â He questioned with a soft voice as he knelt beside your hammock, your medicine placed on the ground and out of your view as you let out a huff of breath.
âYes! I was perfectly fine until this morning! I woke up with my head hurting and my feet aching.â You cried out as he pressed a soft kiss on your forehead, hands immediately moving to massage your feet after the words left your mouth
âMy poor girl.â He said, his tone was teasing - you could easily hear the playful undertone. But you still curled towards him, relaxing as his hands released the pent up tension in your feet.
âMmm. You know youâre the best, right?â You said as you closed your eyes. You felt his hands falter at your statement, and you peeked an eye open to look at him. He continued massaging, but he was frowning now.
âYou wonât like me much in a little bit.â He said with a weak chuckle as you tilted your head in confusion
âY/n, I know you wonât take the medicine. My Grandmother asked me to -â
âNo!â
Your voice was hoarse as you yelled out, and Neteyam quickly put his hands up in surrender Â
âEasy, easy yawne. Lay back down.â He said gently as you crossed your arms over your chest firmly
âNeteyam, please. I do not want to take it.â You murmured as you rubbed your eyes. He clicked his tongue - showing his disappointment in your words as you turned to him with a knowing look.Â
âYou wanna tell me why youâre so set on never taking this?â He questioned with a raised brow while holding the small bottle in the air, swishing it around as the green liquid moved inside
âIâŠI canât tell you.â You stated, your voice quiet now as Neteyam clasped your hand comfortingly
âYou know you can tell me anything, Y/n.â He spoke. His tone so calm after your outburst - so sincere that you felt yourself caving in from his sweet tactics
âOk, ok. I amâŠafraid?â You said hesitantly, your words sounding more like a question than the intended statement as Neteyamâs eyes quickly widened
âNo no, I know that look! You want to laugh!â You accused, pointing at him as he shook his head with a smileÂ
âWhy would I laugh at such a genuine fear?â He said whilst laughing. You felt your cheeks heat up as you huffed, crossing your arms and slumping in your hammock
âIâm sorry, so sorry alright? Now, tell me why youâre afraid.â He apologized, moving closer to you as his laughter subsided
After rolling your eyes, you decided thereâs no need to hide why at all
âIt smells funky.â You confess as his smile only widened
âFunky?â
âYes. Disturbingly.âÂ
The way you said it was so serious - like the medicine should genuinely be investigated, and it had him laughing all over again
âOh I am so glad my sickness is so funny to you Neteyam!â You exclaimed as he quickly shook his head, struggling to wipe the smile off his face
âY/n, listen. My Grandmother adores you, you think she didnât pick the strongest and most effective cure for your sickness?â He asked as he searched your eyes, seeing your once positive demeanor fall as you realized the TsahĂŹk would never give you a bad medicine.
Your initial thoughts was that it had rotted when youâd first smelt the absolutely horrible thing, but you realized how silly that even sounded. The TsahĂŹk probably made it fresh just for you.Â
You thought for a bit, sitting in silence before you let out a sigh that had Neteyamâs ears perking up.
âFine, I will drink it.â You said, looking at the medicine with hesitation as Neteyam placed a kiss on your cheek
âThereâs my girl. Open up.â He said while you carefully opened your mouth for him. He untwisted the cap on the bottle, carefully tipping it into your mouth as you swallowed the distasteful thing with a strangled gasp
After drinking the entire thing - every drop - he gave you the leaf holding water beside your hammock to wash down the after taste
You were still coughing, and he gently patted your back to help you - his encouraging words never stopping as he told you how good you were
âSo brave, that medicine had me shaking too, you know?â He said laughing as you joined in with him, unable to hold in your giggles as his tail swayed at the sound
âNow, push over.â He said with a playful gleam in his eyes
After talking for what seemed hours and the two of you eating all the fruits heâd brought - sleep eventually took over.
â§ÍâșË*àŒâŸ
Youâd slept the whole day - and when you awoke, eclipse was nearing.
Your eyes widened as you realized the entire day had gone by while you were resting, and a sigh of disappointment left your lips as you realized youâd be unable to spend the rest of your day with Neteyam - as the two of you only separated at night to go to your respective sleeping quarters with your own families.Â
He must have left after you fell asleep to give you any more space you mightâve needed - and as much as you loved his generous heart, you wished heâd been selfish and stayed.Â
The medicine must have made you so tired, because it was only minutes later before you were asleep again.
â§ÍâșË*àŒâŸ
He awoke with his head burning and feet aching.
He groaned as he sat up, the light outside indicating it was midday by now.
He felt a soft hand on his chest lightly push him to lay back down, and he felt his heart leap at the sight of you
âY/n?â He breathed out as you smiled sadly
âI got you sick - if you hate me, I can leave.â You whispered, and he sighed with pure relief as he realized you were better - your once tired eyes had regained their lively shine and the fact made him relax. Heâd gone to sleep the night before tossing and turning - not knowing if your condition was better or if it had worsened - only contributing more to his lack of sleep and worsening his sickness
âHate you? Never.â He said weakly with a breathless laugh that had you rolling your eyes and your arms reaching out to envelop him in a hug
âI am so sorry, Neteyam. It is my fault entirely. But I know just how to make you feel better!â You exclaimed, quickling looking into the pouch that Moâat had given you as a pleased gasp left your lips
âTa-da!â You singsonged as you held up the oh too familiar bottle
He let out a groan at the sight that had you laughing
âCanât believe Iâm the one taking it now.â He grumbled. Though his voice was entirely grumpy, there was a smile on his face as you opened the bottle
âThereâs my boy. Open up.â You teased, throwing his words back to him as his lips parted in an instant for you.
You tipped the medicine into his mouth as he drank it all, a dribble of it trickling it down his chin as you wiped it away with a laugh
He was coughing moments later from the after taste - and like a good partner, you had water prepared and ready for him - and he drank it gratefully
Neytiri approached Neteyamâs hammock with the intention of simply checking in on him - but her steps slowed once she saw you kneeling beside him as the two of you spoke quietly
She watched with a secretive smile - the way you cradled Neteyamâs face as you peppered kisses all over him was simply adorable. She knew youâd have a heart attack if you knew she saw you kissing her son - so she began to leave, a smile on her face as she left the two of you alone.
After a lot of convincing, Neteyam let you lay with him in his hammock. Youâd told him how the medicine the TsahĂŹk had given you would make sure you didnât get sick again for the next few weeks - and he hesitantly placed his arms around you with a sigh - worried heâd get you sick.
âYouâre so warm.â You mumbled against his skin as he merely chuckled, nuzzling his face into your scalp as he sighed
âPretty sure that is because Iâm sick.â He replied and you pretended to be grossed out
âYuck!â You said laughing as you placed a kiss on his nose - one that had him blushing and hiding his face in the crook of your neck
It didnât take even an hour more until the two of you were snoring away - your arms wrapped around each other as you slept safe and sound in one anothers embrace.
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