#amanda promised her kids please let her go home please

[ace-with--a-mace]

no survivors oh no

[uluvjay]

List two prompt 26 with Vince Dunn please!?

26. “I wanna fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it

Vince Dunn x Established relationship fem reader!

Warnings?; SMUT, slight exhibition kink, teasing, dirty talk, degrading, p in v, unprotected sex( don’t be silly, wrap ur willy), breeding kink…, talk of getting reader pregnant..

I hope you enjoy anon and thank you so much for requesting! I apologize for any errors

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You knew better and he knew that you knew better then to act up a team event so he was confused as to why you thought it was a good idea to flirt with other guys at His team event.

“I just don’t get why my fiancé is going around letting random businessmen and donators buy her drinks” he scolded you in the hotel elevator.

The team had rented out enough hotel rooms for all the players incase they were to drunk and didn’t want to get an Uber home, Vince was perfectly capable of driving you both home after only have two drinks at the beginning of the night, but he couldn’t wait to make it home to teach you a lesson.

“I wasn’t flirting! I was talking with Amanda when that one guy came over and offered to buy me a drink” you tried defending yourself even though you did flirt and you did it to get this exact reaction out of your fiancé.

“Oh and you just decided to except it!?”

“He’s one of the biggest donors to the team! I didn’t want one wrong thing to make him feel some kind of way, and he even complemented my ring! He knew I was engaged” you tried

“That’s because it’s a damn Rock Y/n! It’s not hard to miss” he grumbled as he unlocked the hotel room door.

as you walked in you noticed the floor to ceiling windows and Vince getting undressed.

“Take your dress off and go wait by the windows” he instructed you.

He was getting ready to scold you as you walked over to him but when you tuned around and moved your hair out of the way he realized you needed him to unzip your dress and that he needed to take a deep breath.

You gave him a light thank you before doing as told, you laid your expensive dress on the bed before taking your heels off and walking over to the windows. The view of Seattle was absolutely stunning and you could see all of the strip that the hotel was located on.

You felt his presence behind you before he even made a move on you, “beautiful isn’t it?” He asked to which you only nodded in response.

He pulled you into him so that your back was pressed up against his chest as he began to kiss down your neck. “I wanna fuck you right here against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it” he whispered in your ear making your breath hitch.

“Now go be good for once and press yourself up against the glass” he told you giving you a slight push.

You did as told and soon felt his hands running around your body, starting from your thighs and all the way up to your breast as he gripped them and pinched your nipples making you moan out.

“Gonna be a good girl for me? Let everyone watch you get fucked and put in your place?” He asked.

“Yes sir” you told him finally deciding to drop your scheme and submit to him.

“Good girl” he said before pushing your front completely against the glass and running his fingers through your folds.

“All this for me? Or did you get this wet talking to that old bastard?”

“All for you V, promise your the only one that can get me this wet” you moaned as he slipped a finger inside you, getting you ready for his cock.

“Yeah? Only a slut for me?” He asked laying a slap on your plump ass.

“Yes!” You moaned as he added a second finger and sped up.

He worked you close to the edge before pulling his fingers out and putting them in his mouth, moaning at how you taste. You let out a gasp as you felt the head of his bare cock run through your folds.

“Maybe I should get you pregnant eh? That way everyone will know that you’re taken, since that fat ass rock on your finger doesn’t do it.”

You moaned at the thought of him getting you pregnant, kids had been in the talks for a while but you were in the process of planning a wedding.

“Yeah? Would you like that? Being all round and full with my baby in your belly?” He asked.

“Yes! I want your babies Vince, so bad” you moaned out to him and your confession making him moan as well.

That was all he needed to hear before he slipped inside you with one harsh thrust that took your breath away and allowed him to let out a deep groan.

He gave you a second to get used to the girth and length of his cock before he began moving again. You felt his hand in the middle of your back pushing you a little more forward and pulling your hips out as he fucked you.

“Fuck!” you let out as he began to slap your ass.

“Such a slut for me, letting me fuck you against windows for the whole city to see how desperate you are” he groaned as his thrust were now deep and slow making you cry out at the new pace.

“Ohh shit v” you moaned as you felt his tip hitting your cervix.

You began to thrust yourself back onto his dick the best that you could from the position he had you in. “Yeah that’s it baby” he encouraged and he began to speed up again.

You felt his body lean over yours and a arm hood around your stomach making him go even deeper somehow.

“Holy shit!” You called out in a cloud of immense pleasure.

His balls were slapping against you as he fucked you hard, letting out louder groans then usual, you loved when he got possessive and jealous.

“Vince! I’m gonna cum! Please can I cum?” You began to beg.

“Go ahead baby, I’m right behind you” he moaned out as you started to clench him even harder.

Your orgasm helped push him over the edge and he came deep inside of you. He stood up and let go of your hair before slowly pulling out as you moaned at the sensitivity.

He helped you find your balance before turning you around to find that your mascara had ran due to tears of pleasure and hair was matted to your face.

You grabbed his face and pulled him down for a kiss, “you know I love you right? And that I don’t want anyone else? I only excepted that guys drink to get you going and I never even took a sip. I’m really sorry” you apologized to your beautiful fiancé.

He smiled at you before giving you a quick kiss on the head and pulled you in for a hug.

“I’m not mad honey, I figured you were just trying to get my wound up” he told you.

“Are you serious about wanting to get me pregnant though?” You asked pulling away enough to look in his eyes.

“I mean I know we should probably wait till after the wedding, especially since you already picked your dress but if it happens I’d be very happy” he explained to you.

“Me too, I want all your babies Vince” you teased him.

“All of em?” He asked as his hands began to move down to your thighs

“Every single one” you confirmed before a squeal left you as he picked you up and ran towards the bed for round two.

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[ankhmutes]

A Charming Journey Home (SOA) chapter 6

Minors, please do NOT interact with this work. Sorry. The fun filth is under the cut, as always. Thank you for encouraging me and following with me on this journey. As all journeys must, they come to an end. At least, for now. This is the end of a Charming Journey Home.

“Let’s take her back to the club. Gemma can help.” Chibs said as he leaned into his burner phone. Tig kept his arms around you, encouraging your deep breaths. “Gemma? Yeah- we got a package coming your way. She’s okay but- the prospects got her jeep.”

“I gotta stay- finish the shift. Can someone just pick me up?”  you found yourself asking, not wanting to face what might happen. You wanted to wrap yourself up in the safety that was your boys. “Filip, Alex– please??” you found yourself asking, never quite having used their actual names until now. It was almost like breaking an sacrament. 

Things were put in motion and the night was a blur to you. You didn’t quite wake up or come back fully to yourself until you were driving up to T&M, seeing Gemma outside broke you slightly- you always had a soft spot for the matriarch. 

“Gem.”

“Darling girl.” she whispered, holding you in her embrace for a moment, while Chibs and Tig looked around, making sure the compound was all clear. It was almost unnecessary, but you welcomed the action. 

“I heard everything.” she said succinctly as she guided you back into the clubhouse, your boys walking past you with a slight embrace, off to see Clay and make plans. You let out a long sigh and nodded. “I bet you want the kids- I sent juice over to make sure they’re okay.” you thanked Gemma for her thoughtfulness, and she was succinct with her parting words, shooting you a knowing look "Bad shit happens to greedy whores." You took a few hours to yourself to relax and put everything to rights. You didn’t want to scare your parents or the kids with more stories about the Sons, or any of that club stuff. But somehow, you felt like everything was kind of on repeat, it was as if Connie was back. 

Connor. 

You hadn’t thought about him in months.  Now it was almost as if you were back in Ireland. You allowed yourself to relax into the couch, your arms around the twins, your oldest leaning into your legs from his seat at your feet, the faint beeping sounds of his game system keeping you faintly tied to this world. You knew they understood the gravity of the situation, but at the same time you felt safer here in the clubhouse than out there. 

“Bedtime, let’s go.” you found yourself saying as you blinked up at the clock. The kids silently obeyed you, trotting off to a room that Gemma had claimed for you and the kids, you put them to bed efficiently and once they were asleep, you went back out. 

You couldn’t help yourself. You had to know what was going on. You had promised yourself you’d stay detached, but you had to know. Your space had been invaded, and you wanted to know what you were up against. Standing up tall, or at least as tall as you could with your petite frame, you moved confidently towards Chibs’s room. He was more likely to be straight with you, you had a feeling that Tig would try to protect you more, but Chibs, he had been through Ireland as well, and you knew he would understand. 

“Chibs?” you asked, knocking on the door. You didn’t want to walk in on him if he had a girl with him, even if the thought made you twitch slightly. You heard him moving around, and then he opened the door to you. 

“Okay, what?” he asked, a brow lifted in a knowing gesture. You moved past him, turning to face him and he shut the door. 

“So what’s gonna happen now?”

“We gotta some work t’ do.” Chibs said in a slight huff, smirking as he sat himself heavily down on the bed. “There’s some stuff gonna go down this weekend… thanks t’ ya friend. Amanda pissed off some people, that’s what. She took herself down there and sold herself to another club.”

“What?” you said with a startled expression on your face. It couldn’t be Amanda, that sold the Sons out to that club, but at the same time…… 

It was Amanda. It was a shit thing she’d do, she’d wanted to be part of the club so long and they had denied her for so long. You fell back on the bed, your hands over your eyes as you tried to think but you couldn’t. All you could do was keep your eyes closed, your mind spinning from Chibs to Amanda, and back to Chibs and Tig. You listened to Chibs outline what Amanda had done, and how it had fucked everything up. Thanks to you, though, the Sons would be able to salvage something of their operation. Chibs’s hand slid up and down your thigh as you listened to him, your head still spinning but for different reasons. His hands felt so good, solid, and calming. He grounded you, and kept you from going into a tailspin, freaking out six ways to sunday. 

“Don’t stop.” you found yourself murmuring, his hand stilling slightly up at the crux of your thighs, where the thick denim felt like nothing, you could feel his warm hand burning into your leaky slit. 

“Darlin’ say the word.”

“Filip.” you whispered, arching your back to him.

He moved quick as lightning, hands moving quickly to remove your jeans, everything below your waist disappearing as if you had only to think of it, and it would happen.

His rough mouth slid over your moist heat. You could feel the warm slick of his tongue prodding through your wet folds, licking up every drop you produced, and your thighs held still, your breathing grew hoarse. 

“Filip, please.”

“Please what, Lass?”

“Don’t stop.” you whined as Chibs coaxed orgasm after orgasm from you, your legs trembling and stomach contorting with each spasm of pleasure that shot through your body. You could see stars, and you floated along the edge, and then you felt his warm heat nudging at your thighs. 

“Y’ need this, princess?” his voice coaxed, his face coming up to yours, his mouth inches from yours as you could feel the heat burning you through. 

“Why you askin’ I told you not to stop.” You said with a half-laugh, catching your breath long enough for him to laugh sightly as he leaned forward, filling you up to the hilt with his thick cock. You felt filled up and complete, as if something had slid in place. 

It didn’t last long, with the man above you, filling you and his movements were slow and sure, but you knew he would do this again-  and again- and again, as long as you would allow him. He was your Filip, and you had welcomed him with open arms. You turned slightly, his rough kisses sliding from your mouth down to your neck, his mouth working your throat and back up, until you couldn’t help it anymore. You sobbed out his name, wrapping your legs around his waist and forcing him further up inside you, squeezing his cock with the immense wave of pleasure that you felt each time he moved inside you. 

“Stop being a fucking tease, and fuck me.” 

“Ah–!” you heard your name, strangled out as he slid out of you, hot come spilling at your entrance. He plowed through you, his hands at your shoulders, holding you close to him. Your heartbeats slowed, and your breathing grew more even. 

You and Chibs cleaned up, you looking at yourself critically in the mirror, wondering if it would leave a mark, or not, but you didn’t care. The small bruise would be easy to explain away. You opened the door, and laughed at Tig, who was lounging at the door. 

“Private party?” he asked with a slight pout. 

“I saw Venus eyeing you earlier.” you said with  grin, winking at Tig. “I know you’ve been chasing that for awhile. I figured– she’s a good gal, and I think you need a shot at that alone.” Chibs moved behind you, closing the door and latching it. “Filip, he’s done a good job of making sure I’m okay. He’s got my lucky charms.” 

“Well, you know who to call when he can’t perform.” Tig winked saucily at you, kissing you on the mouth, tasting the warm heat that Chibs had imprinted on you with his rough kisses hours earlier. You and Chibs followed Tig back into the clubhouse public area, listening to the croweaters twittering over the recruits, and you sat with Gemma at the bar, listening to Gemma and Jax, your kids sleeping in Gemma and Clay's room close by as the members relaxed in the living quarters of the clubhouse in the late hours of the night.

You were home, you realized with a jolt as Chibs went behind the bar and poured you a shot of whiskey, with a can of coke fizzing open. Your heart grew three times its size at the moment your eyes met your man’s over the whiskey. 

You were fucking, finally, home.

[masn-mount]

Can u don’t an imagine when you go to your first initial scan to see your baby

I'm going to put three requests in this, I hope you don't mind!! It's going to be, finding out you're pregnant, giving Mason the news & the first scan! I also added telling family because I thought it would fit and be cute + some extra fluff in the end. Hope you enjoy and let me know what you think. xx

words: 6k

warnings: pregnancy, I’m not a doctor and I’ve never been pregnant so I’m not an expert, just bare with me in those parts please 

“Maybe you’re pregnant” where the three words playing over and over in your mind since the night before. You had met up with a few girlfriends for dinner and ended up talking about how nauseous you had been feeling recently, your friend Amanda lightheartedly spoke the words that wouldn’t leave your mind since. Truly you hadn’t thought about the possibility, maybe it was a little naive of you but now that you were thinking about it you felt a little nervous. You’ve always wanted kids and you know you want them with Mason but you weren’t actively trying to get pregnant so it worried you that it might be too soon. Mason was at the peak of his career and even if he’s home a lot and both of you have settled down you’re not sure if having a baby right now was on his mind. You talked about having a family quite often, especially during the nights when neither of you could sleep and you even remember the first time he had brought it up. You had met his niece for the first time when she was only a few weeks old and as you held her Mason was sitting next to you looking at you with those eyes as he teased you about having his children one day. You had told him to shut up but the blush on your cheeks had given away that you wanted the same thing and when the topic was brought up ever since then it was always about it happening in the future, maybe two or three years from now. 

You were trying to not overthink as you stood in your bathroom, looking into the mirror as you waited for the four pregnancy tests sitting on the counter to show their results. You were anxiously biting your lip and Amanda who you had called on FaceTime had to tell you to stop before you’d bite through it. You were too in your own thoughts to even register that the alarm on your phone had started ringing, indicating that it was time for you to look at the tests. You were only brought back to reality by Amanda’s voice through your phone. “Am I going to be an auntie?” with shaky hands you reached for the tests and when you turned them around all of them read ‘pregnant’ and all you could do in that moment was nod your head before you burst out in tears as your friend was squealing on the other end. 

You spent the rest of your morning in bed, debating if you should just blurt out the news to Mason or surprise him in some way. You decided to go with the second option, maybe you were feeling nervous about the whole situation but it was a special moment that you wanted the both of you to remember for the rest of your lives. You didn’t even notice Mason walking into the room, your mind so far away. “Hey, something wrong?” 

“Hey, I didn’t hear you. I’m good Mase, how was training?” You smiled at him but you know he wasn’t buying it. 

“I can tell something is up, it’s better if you just tell me.”

“I promise I’m fine. I just felt a little sick earlier but I’m good.” You dismissed but in reality the way he was looking at you was making you want to change your mind about the surprise and just blurt the news out. 

“Anything I should be worried about?” 

“No, now come here. You left way too early this morning and I’ve missed you.” You smiled at him with open arms and when he laid down on top of you and you both got comfortable Mason started talking about his day as you ran your hands through his hair and down his back. You were trying to pay attention to him and occasionally reply but you couldn’t help it when your mind drifted elsewhere and when Mason’s hands were running up and down your sides, sometimes brushing over your stomach and it made your whole body heat up. 

It had been one week since you took the tests and a few days ago you had booked an appointment with your doctor just to be sure and she had confirmed the news that the pregnancy tests had already done. You’re not entirely sure how you had managed to keep the news from Mason for a week, you were awful at keeping anything from him it didn’t matter if it was good or bad news. You remember when you had organized a surprise birthday party for him when he turned nineteen and you had almost spilled the whole thing and for a full week you had to make excuses on why you couldn’t speak on the phone instead settling for just texting. 

You knew you wouldn’t be able to keep it to yourself for much longer so the next morning after Mason had left for training you grabbed your laptop, ‘baby Chelsea kits’ is what you typed in your google search bar and when you put the smallest one in your basket the personalized print on the back made you almost cry. 

Two days later you had got a notification about an incoming package and you knew that it was the shirt. You had kept an eye out of the kitchen window all morning and afternoon, waiting for the package to arrive so you’re not sure how you had still managed to miss it. “What have you ordered from Chelsea?” The question made you completely stop in your track and you could feel yourself go red because you knew you were going to have to lie to him again.

“What? nothing!”

“So you changed your name without telling me?” If you weren’t feeling anxious that he would open the package you would have laughed with him.

“Give me that!” You didn’t mean to snap and you regretted it right away especially when you could tell Mason was surprised and hurt by your harsh tone, the smile on his face falling completely. 

“Can you stop acting like this, please? I don’t know what’s going on with you but it’s making me nervous. You won’t even talk to me, y/n.” He had been walking around on eggshells around you for the past couple of days and you were feeling awful about it and in that moment you were ready to just say fuck it and just tell him that you were pregnant but you had already decided to stick to your plan. 

“It’s nothing, just give me the package.” Thankfully he handed you the little box and he didn’t have time to question you more because the second the package was in your hands you hurried up the stairs and into your office. You stayed in there until Mason had come knocking on your door telling you that he was going out for dinner with some of his friends. One small kiss was pressed to the side of your head before he hurried out of the door.

You were feeling awful. 

Mason had told you that the dinner was planned a week ago but in reality he just needed to get out of the house for a bit. He knew you were in a mood and he wasn’t sure for what reason but he knew it wouldn’t take much for him to snap soon so he thought it would be better to go out and clear his mind and once he got home he would talk to you. He had started to overthink everything he had done or not done for the past week. Wondering if he had forgotten an important date or day but he knew it wasn’t your anniversary yet and neither was it your birthday. 

Nothing was coming to his mind and that was confusing him even more.

You were sitting in the livingroom waiting for Mason to arrive home and you had felt excitement build up in your body about finally telling him and until you heard the door open you hadn’t felt nervous at all. You put the box that was sitting in your lap under the big pillows before you stood up and met him in the hall with a bone crushing hug. You knew you had been acting weird all week and there had been moments when you had snapped at him for no reason and yet he had never been upset with you or snapped back, he had just kept asking you what was wrong. You love him so much and you’re happy you don’t get to just spend your life with him but also that you have created one with him. “Hi, darling.” He said as he squeezed you back, his hands finding their way under your jumper immediately making you feel so much warmer even if his hands were a little cold. 

“Hi, I missed you.” You smile up at him as you lean back a little before cupping his face and bringing him closer to yours. “I love you” you said, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips as he mumbles the three words back to you. “I have a little surprise for you.” You say, wrapping your arms back around him, voice slightly muffled by his neck.

“Is you finally acting like your usual self not the surprise?” He said into the soft spot between your jaw and ear, his hands roaming up and down your back.

You know he was teasing but you couldn’t help but pout a little before Mason leaned down and kissed you. “I’m sorry about how I’ve been acting. It’s not something you have done. Well, it kind of is but also not.” You laughed a little at the confusion on his face. “Just let me show you, okay?” Mason nodded as you grabbed his hand, dragging him to the sofa where you had previously been sitting and once you were both sitting down you grabbed the little box you had hidden before and handed it to Mason. “Okay, open it!” The smile on your face made Mason smile too but when he noticed your suddenly slightly glossy eyes he stopped himself from removing the ribbons you had tied into a small perfect bow to ask if you were okay. You just nodded, telling him to continue and it seemed like hours passed before Mason finally removed the green wrapping paper covering the white box.

“That’s some very nice wrapping skills, baby.” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the comment telling him to just hurry up and open it already. Once he opened the box and his eyes settled on the little blue shirt hiding inside you felt yourself biting your lip as your glossy eyes stayed focused on Mason’s face, waiting for his reaction. You heard him so quietly whisper ‘what’ before his eyes locked with yours for a second and all you could do was nod your head towards the box, encouraging him to look at it. When his hands took ahold of the shirt you felt like you were about to cry on the spot because it looked even smaller in his hands and for you the print on the back was clear, ‘DADDY 19′ decorating it.

“This is smaller than Summer’s.” You wiped the few tears that had fallen down your cheeks before you laughed a little at his comment, finding it adorable. The second he saw your face and noticed your tears he looked even more confused before he finally turned the shirt around. The second the word registered to him you could tell the shock on his face right away, how his mouth opened and closed a few times before his eyes moved from the fabric in his hands to your eyes as he silently asked for a confirmation and all you could do was nod because you felt like you couldn’t find words. Just a second later the shock on his face was covered by the happiness that took over him, his smile seemed bigger than you’d ever seen it, possibly even bigger than the day he watched you walk down the aisle but just like that time the tears instantly filled his eyes. “Baby?” He softly whispers and for the first time you’re not sure if he was reffering to you when using the word. “Fuck, you’re pregnant?” He laughed a little before putting the box behind him so he could reach for you, pulling you into him so you were staddling his lap as you both held each other with tears running down your faces. “I can’t believe this, holy shit. We’re going to be parents, gorgeous.” He couldn’t stop smiling for a second and the excitement in his voice made you love him even more, if that was even possible. “Are you okay? Happy? Fuck, I can’t believe this.” He said lowly, speaking into your ear. You lean back a little so you could look at him and Mason couldn’t stop himself from leaning forward and kissing you any longer. 

“I’m so good and so happy, Mase.” You say and Mason hugs you so tightly before he kisses you over and over again. 

“Oh my God. You’re fucking pregnant.” He says again and you can only nod through a giggle. You couldn’t quite believe that you had been worried about telling him at one point but you were happy you had waited to tell him like this. You’re sure the image of him holding the tiny shirt will be ingraved in your memory forever. You start crying again when Mason’s slightly trembling hands move up your shirt and slowly settle on your belly before he softly whispers, “our baby”.

“Yes, handsome. All ours.” 

“This is the cutest thing I have ever seen. Our baby is going to wear this, that’s fucking insane.” It makes you smile how he’s not let go of of the shirt even once since he opened the box.

“They are, yeah.”

“I love you.” You could feel him smile against your jaw, something he had been unable to stop doing. “You’re feeling alright? have you done any checkup? How long have you known?” 

“I am, I’m good, Mase. I’ve gone just once and it was to confirm that I’m pregnant and it went well. I’ve only known for a week.”

“I will be coming to the next and all the others after. I promise to not miss a single one.” He said as his hands wandered back under your shirt, resting on your belly right away. “‘Ello, little one” he whispered as his thumbs caressed the skin. 

“I know you will be, I love you, we love you.”

“You’re going to be the best mum ever.”

“You’re going to be such an incredible dad, Mase. I know it.” 

“You’re gonna be the hottest mum too.” You just rolled your eyes at that.

The first weeks of your pregnancy had gone relatively well besides the fact that you were struggling to keep it a secret from your friends and families. You had decided to keep it a secret for a little bit, until you were clear and knew everything was okay with the baby. You didn’t want to worry Mason so you told him it would just be better to tell everyone once you were showing a little more. You were now eight weeks pregnant and on you way to your first scan, you were excited to finally get a glimps of you baby because since you had found out you both had been talking about it nonstop. How you would tell your families, how Mason was going to tell his teammates and if you thought it was a boy or a girl. It was way too early to know but Mason was adament it was a boy even if he would say that he wouldn’t mind a girl either. 

You were so happy and excited that you could barely keep your hands to yourself on the way to the doctor, reaching for Mason’s hand and squeezing it. “We’re seeing our baby today, Mase.” You squealed as if he didn’t already know. He would just nod and when stopping at a red light he would lean over and press a kiss to your cheek. 

You weren’t feeling very nervous until you sat down in the waiting room and after ten minutes the nurse came looking for you. “Y/n Mount?” You took a deep breath before you stood up and followed the nurse into another room, Mason right behind you and once you sat down the wait felt like forever. Your leg was bouncing up and down and you were biting your lip as you looked at Mason who you could tell was feeling nervous too but the second he felt your eyes on him he just smiled at you before reaching for your hand, pressing a kiss to it. It made you instantly calm down a little until you heard a knock on the door. 

“Hello!” Dr Elizabeth greeted with a smile on her face. “Are mum and dad feeling alright this morning?” You felt a little giddy at someone outside of your little bubble reffering to you both as parents. 

“I’m good, thank you.” You smiled.

“Yeah, good too, thanks.” You could tell Mason was feeling even more nervous than you so you just squeezed his hand a little before your eyes turned to your doctor again. 

“Lovely. I can tell you’re both nervous which is fully normal but I’m sure it’s going to go very well. Just lay back a little for me and relax as much as possible, y/n.” You talked a little about how your first eight weeks of pregnancy had went and after she started explaining what she was going to be able to tell the both of you from the scan today. “I’m going to check the baby’s heartbeat and then we will be able to see if you’re having just one baby or possibly two.” She smiled as she put on a pair of gloves. “I will also be able to estimate your due date.” It all sounded great until Dr Elizabeth mentioned that she would also check that you were still pregnant. That had your heart raising and your whole body stiffen, she could tell instantly so she just smiled at you and told you that it was going to be fine. 

“I will try and get as many pictures as possible for you both.” She laughed when Mason asked. “Alright, mummy, let’s see this baby.” You couldn’t help but smile because this was the moment you had been waiting for. Mason’s hand was still in yours as Dr Elizabeth put the gel on your tummy. The probe was pressed to your tummy as your doctor tried to find your baby and once she did, she pointed the baby out for you before clicking a few buttons as you waited for what you assumed was a heartbeat. When nothing could be heard you noticed a frown on her face but it was quickly concealed once she noticed your eyes on her. You wanted to ask if everything was okay because from everything you had read in your books and online it wasn’t meant to take this long but your throat felt dry. You felt like hours had passed before you could finally hear the sound you had been waiting and dreaming for. You immediately started crying and you could hear Mason let out a sigh of relief next to you before he stood up from the chair and pressed a series of kisses to your head. 

“There we go! We got a little prenkster in there for sure, just like his dad I’m assuming.” Dr Elizabeth laughed before you joined in after confirming her assumptions earning a protest from Mason. “That’s a nice and strong heartbeat. They just wanted to mess with mum and dad for a second.” Your eyes were blurry as you looked at the screen in front of you, your first look at your baby. You could hear Mason crying behind you so you just pulled him closer to you as you pressed a kiss to the back of his hand. “How does a summer baby sound?” She smiled. 

“That sounds perfect.” Dr Elizabeth tells you everything you need to know and you schedule your next few appointments, making it easier for Mason to plan them around his schedule. He was determined to not miss a single one and it made you smile. Before you left the room she also handed you four copies of the first pictures of your baby and once you both got in the car you sat for about ten minutes just looking at the pictures in your hands, it felt surreal to you.

“Our baby, darling. Fucking insane, isn’t it.” 

“You do know you’re going to have to stop swearing soon, right?” You teased, earning a shake of the head from Mason as he laughed. He didn’t let go of you for even a second on the way home, holding your hand and kissing it every few seconds as he drove home. When you let yourselves into your house you move to the kitchen and secure one of the pictures in the middle of the fridge before you feel Mason’s hands sneak under your shirt as they settle on your stomach and you relax against him. “We have to remember to put something over it if someone comes over, for now.” You smile a little turning your head to the side, “take me upstairs now, handsome.”

You were feeling awful.

Not only because you were sick most mornings but you had noticed it’s taking a toll on Mason too. He’s really trying to not show it but it’s been bottling up and the fact that he can’t talk about it to anyone, since you still haven’t shared the news was making it even more difficult for him. He just wished he could ask his mum or sister what he could do to make you feel a little better. This morning you had woken up and felt a lot better, you hadn’t even felt nauseous so you thought today was going to be a good day and it was until Mason found you sitting on the bathroom floor throwing up with tears running down your face.

“Why didn’t you call me, angel?” You just shrugged a little as he held your hair and rubbed your back. “I want to help you, okay? We’re in this together.” You just nodded and when you felt a little better he helped you stand up before you washed your face and brushed your teeth. “If you’re not feeling good we can cancel tonight. I don’t want you to stress.” Mason says softly as he leans against the counter next to you before pressing a kiss to the side of your head. 

You had planned to tell Mason’s family about the pregnancy tonight and you had been looking forward to it for a week and unlike the other three times you were not canceling. “No, Mase. I’m excited about finally talking about our baby with someone other than just you and Amanda” you smiled, “also, your sister and mum have been giving me looks, they know something is up.” Mason just nodded and once you were done brushing your teeth you turned towards him. “Help me pick a dress out?” 

Maybe you hadn’t really thought through how you were going to tell Mason’s family. You had a lot of ideas but all of them seemed to be over the top or not special enough. “I promise it doesn’t matter how we tell them, they’ll be excited regardless” is what Mason said but you felt like that was a little boring so you threw the tiny Chelsea shirt in your purse earning a teasing from Mason, “you’re just gonna whip it out during dessert?”

“That sounds so crude, Mason!”

“There they are!” Mason’s brother’s voice was drowned by the sound of the chatter from the busy resturant and the soft music playing. You were already regretting not organizing this dinner in the intimacy of your house instead. You both smiled at everyone sitting around the table before making your way around the table, greeting everyone with hugs and kisses to their cheeks. Once you said hello to everyoe and gave Mason’s niece a lot of cuddles and kisses the both of you sat down.

“Y/n, you are glowing! That dress looks stunning on you.” You felt your cheeks heat up at the comment from Mason’s mum and even more so when his sister who was sitting next to you nudged your arm and raised an eyebrow at you. You just smiled and thanked Mason’s mum before he changed the topic to his game that was coming up in two days. You were leaning your head on Mason’s shoulder as you played with his niece who was sitting on his lap while the conversations with his siblings and parents were flowing. 

“You alright?”

“Yeah, I’m good.” Truly you were feeling tired but you weren’t going to tell Mason that knowing that he would just get worried and want to leave. “I’m happy to be here.”

“Stop whispering around you two. Come get drinks with me!” You laughed at his brother as you shook your head, telling him that you were sticking to water tonight. With a kiss to your cheek Mason got up and joined his brother at the little bar at the end of the resturant. You turned to his sister, the conversation was light and mostly about what the both of you had been up to during the days since you last saw each other and mostly the conversation shifted to Summer and what she had learned recently. You think you successfully dodged her casually telling you that there was just something differet with you. 

You were picking at your food and sipping on your water when Mason and his brother returned to the table, drinks in hands now. Mason sat back down next to you, his hand sneaking around your waist and to your bump, it earned him a playful glare and pinch to his hand before you removed it from your stomach. “You look insane tonight. I love you.” Mason whispered into the skin between your jaw and ear, pressing a gentle kiss there before his hand moved to rest on the underside of your stomach again, just a few seconds after you had removed it. He was hopeless and it was difficult to tell him to move his hand again when you could feel him smile against your skin. Mason was the only one who had seen your now pretty visable bump under your loose dress, he knew it was there unlike everyone else and you knew that it was automatic for him to rest his hand against it. Not a night went by where he wouldn’t sleep with both arms around you as his thumb caressed the skin of your stomach until you both fell asleep.

“Mhhmm, we love you more.” You said, speaking quietly in his ear. “We should just tell them before your wandering hands spoil it for us.” You tease. A soft chuckle leaves his mouth as he shifts to sit up in his chair, his eyes make it around the table before they settle on the little girl sitting on her father’s lap. 

“Summer, do you want to come with uncle Mase a little?” You frowned, not entirely sure what he was up to but you didn’t question him. It felt like ages before he returned with the little girl in his arms and you instantly saw why he had left and couldn’t help but shake your head before your face broke out in a massive grin. 

“Mason, why is she wearing a different shirt? I hope you didn’t give her ice cream.” The print on the front of the shirt went over his sister’s head and you were sitting biting your lip waiting for someone to notice. It looked like Mason was doing the same and when nobody catched on Mason told the little girl to go to her granny. 

“Oh my God!” Mason had made it back to his place next to you by the time his mother had noticed, his arm slung over your shoulder and lips pressed to the top of your head as he was trying to contain a smile. Mason’s mother was looking at you and when you nodded your head her crying got everyone’s attention before all eyes turned towards the little girl who was going around the table showing everyone her shirt, proudly pointing to the print on the front that said ‘best cousin ever’. 

“I knew it, I knew it!” 

“You’re having a baby?”

“Holy shit.” You weren’t sure who was saying what since everyone around the table were speaking at the same time as they all made it around the table. You were just happy you were sitting in a secluded spot away from any prying eyes because suddenly you felt overwhelmed. Mason’s mother was the first one to come up to you and once you hugged her you couldn’t help but cry. “This is the best news ever, congratulations my lovely. You’re going to make such a wonderful mum.” His mother’s words only made you cry harder because they meant a lot coming from her and once she let go of you she hugged Mason as you hugged his father. 

“Another baby to spoil, I’m so bloody excited.” Mason’s brother was beaming from ear to ear as he pulled the both of you into a hug. “Do you know if it’s a boy or girl?” The question came from his dad and it only took Mason a second to tell them that you were having a boy, just like he had said from the very start. 

You then turned to Mason’s sister before squeezing her into a hug. “I knew it, I kept telling mum that you were pregnant!” She laughed in your ear. You already knew that she knew and when you told her you were already four months, going on five her eyes almost bulged out of her eyes. “How have you managed that?” You just shrugged through a laugh because truly you weren’t sure how you had managed to keep it from them for so long. You had just wanted everything to be okay with the baby before telling anyone. You had gone to see Dr Elizabeth five times and she had reassured you that everything looked perfect.

You hadn’t felt happiness like this in a long time, seeing how happy his parents were made your heart almost burst because not only was your son going to have you and Mason but he was also going to be surrounded by people who loved him so much. Once you had all sat down and conversations shifted a little to other topics you leaned towards Mason. “I can’t believe you.” You laughed reffering to the shirt he had kept a secret from you.

“I know you were stressed about how to tell them and I just randomly saw it in a store and thought it would be funny.” He laughed a little and you rubbed his back with your palm, reassuring him that you loved his silly little idea. 

“It was funny and very cute. We love you so much.” Mason sighed a little, happy that you didn’t hate his idea before a smile broke out on his face as he leaned forward and pressed a single kiss to your lips before his hand found it’s way to his new favorite place, your bump and this time you didn’t have to tell him to remove it. “Love you and little lad too.” He said. 

You were laying in bed later that night, hands rubbing up and down your bump as you waited for Mason to come home from a quick late night stop at the store. You had been craving ice cream ever since his sister had mentioned it at the resturant and once you made it home and saw that there wasn’t any in your freezer you didn’t even have to look at Mason before he was out of the door and on his way to the store. Your palm was resting against your lower stomach as you felt a little flutter in your tummy that you knew was your baby saying hello. “Hi there bub. Did you like the food earlier? not enough apparently since you’re making daddy go to the store this late for some ice cream.” You couldn’t help but smile to yourself, knowing that your baby was healthy and moving inside of you was all that mattered. You didn’t even notice the front door opening and shutting as Mason locked up the house and after grabbing two spoons he turned the lights off as he made it up the stairs. Once he reached your room he could hear you talking but he assumed you were on the phone to one of your friends until he got closer and could make out your voice as you talked to your baby. 

Talking to the baby was something that the both of you did but it was mostly Mason, it didn’t matter if you were sitting on the sofa or laying in bed or cooking, he would always lean down, pull your shirt up and press soft kisses to your bump before he’d start talking to his son. It would mostly be about football of course and when he’d feel a small kick against his hand he would look up at you and smile, making sure you had felt that and of course you did. 

You hadn’t noticed Mason at the door as you continued to speak. “Your daddy is the most amazing man in the world. He has so much love to share with everyone but I know he’s saved so much of it just for you.” You smiled, “I know he will spoil you rotten. He already has, if only I could show you your closet and all the toys he’s already bought for you.” Mason tried to stiffle a laugh because you had told him so many times to stop buying toys and clothes but he couldn’t help himself, everything he saw was just too cute to not buy. “I hope you look like him, bub. I hope you have your daddy’s smile that I love so much and his pretty eyes but if you look like him then it will mean I’ll have to fight off all the girls off of you like I spend too much time doing with your daddy.” You giggled and Mason had to bite his lip from laughing. “Your daddy loves you so much already, just like I do and we can’t wait to meet you little one. I can’t wait to see your daddy hold you for the first time. He’s so warm and snuggly, you will love being held by him and you won’t ever want to be let go. He also gives the best kisses in the world.” You say with a soft smile as you continue to rub your bump across the skin just under your bellybutton.

“I love you so fucking much.” You jump a little at the sound before your eyes settle on Mason’s figure as he moves closer to you. You could tell his eyes were a little glossy which confused you before you understood that he had probably heard the conversation between you and your baby. 

“Did they not have ice cream? It’s okay, you don’t have to cry handsome.” You laughed a little before you reached for his hands and pulled him towards you and once he was sitting on the bed next to you your arms wrapped around his neck as his went around your waist before one of his hands found your growing bump immediately. “I’m so lucky to have you. You’re going to be the best mum.” You sighed as a large smile took over your face before you squeezed him closer to you, as much as your bump allowed and you told him that you were the lucky one because you had everything you ever needed right there.

[demigodreading]

Saving Mini Benson Pt:1

Request: From @youngjusticeimaginesus​:  Hi, I was wondering If maybe you'd be willing to do a oneshot where Olivia's daughter gets kidnapped by Lewis instead of Olivia?

Summary: That’s right my favorite peoples... This is going to be a two part mini series because there was no way everything that I needed to say could be done in a one-shot! I won’t go into much because I don’t want to give it away but please note THIS PART IS A DOOZY! The next one may be worse but still this arc made me cry in the show and I cried writing this

Characters: Olivia Benson, Fin Tutuola, Amanda Rollins, Nick Amaro, William Lewis, Donald Cragen, Reader

Relationships: Olivia Benson x Daughter! Reader

Warnings: MAJOR Violence, Guns, Cigarette Burns, Episode Spoilers, Alcohol, Smoking Weed, Mentions of Shootings, Death, William Lewis, Mentions of torture... (I Think that covers it but if it doesn’t please let me know)

Word Count: 2320 (Like I said.. there was no way this was gonna be just a oneshot.)

And with that all being said: Let’s jump into it.

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Olivia and her daughter rarely fought but when they did neither one wanted to admit the other one was right. Olivia loved and hated her daughter for being so similar to her. Even now as she watched the miniature version of herself stalk the interview room the exact same way she would send her heart racing. Usually the similarities would result in a smile but not today. Today Olivia’s vision was a deep red as she confronted her daughter.

“Y/N you were caught smoking weed underneath the bleachers during class! So not only did you break one rule you broke two!” Olivia shouted, folding her arms.

“Wow glad that you know how to count,” Y/N mumbled looking out the window.

“What did you just say to me?”

“Look mom I just don’t get what the big deal is? It was one joint. One class!” Y/N retorted, throwing her hands up, “I am a straight A student who has a full ride scholarship to Harvard.”

“Yes, because Barba stuck his neck out on the line for you and put in a glowing recommendation,” Olivia spat, “What you did was careless. You could have ruined everything that was given to you.”

“You know for once in your life could you ever be fucking proud of me! I do everything that I can do to make you proud and yet at the end of the day I am never fucking good enough for you.”

“That’s not…” Olivia went to argue but was interrupted by Cragen opening the door.

“Olivia we got a problem. I need you right now,” He said, then shut the door without waiting for an answer.

“Just go save another poor unfortunate soul mom. Don’t worry about your daughter.  I’ll pick up my own pieces like I always do,” Y/N said, wiping tears from her face as she grabbed her coat.

Y/N stormed from the room before Olivia could stop her. She made her way through the precinct eyes trained to the floor as her mother’s voice rang out, “You better head straight home Y/N!  We are not done having this conversation and you are grounded!”

Choosing not to say anything, Y/N merely raised her hand in the air flipping her mother off before the doors shut with a loud slam behind her. Tears made dark spots on the concrete as Y/N made her way back to their apartment. Even the noises of the constant car honks and people screaming couldn’t drown out the voices in her head today. Failure. Waste of space. Stupid. No one. Unwanted. Unloved. 

It was the repeated song that kept her feet moving forward until she finally placed her key in the lock. She threw her bag by the kitchen island and threw her keys on the counter. She was about to turn on the living room light when a noise caught her attention. 

“Hello? Hello?”

As she turned the corner her vision was filled with the sight of a gun pointed right at her temple. A smirk crossed William Lewis’ face as he looked at Y/N, “Ah welcome home Little Benson. I was hoping that it would be your mother who was walking through the door but I guess you will have to do.”

Y/N went to scream but instead Lewis jammed the gun against her throat, “I wouldn’t do that if I were you. One small slip of my finger and your mom will be left with a new kind of art all over her walls.”

Y/N let a single tear roll down her face before Lewis’ gun made contact with her skull and the whole world went black.

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Olivia had already tried to call Y/N twice but it kept going straight to voicemail. The last known location had been their apartment so at least she had the sense to head straight home. The guilt in Olivia’s stomach was insurmountable. Watching her daughter explain that she never felt like she lived up to her standards. Olivia had promised herself when she had Y/N she would never end up like her mother. Yet there she was shaming her child for one mistake. Y/N was more than just a good kid, she was excellent. She was smart, beautiful, humorous, kind, and so much more. She was everything Olivia could have ever hoped for. Knowing that her daughter thought she wasn’t proud was the worst pain she could have.

After the third call Olivia finally decided to leave a voicemail, “Y/N I know you are mad but I need you to know something. I am proud of you and will always be proud of you. You are the best daughter and the most amazing human. I was rough on you early. Please let’s talk through this. I’ll be home soon with your favorite Chinese. Just don’t do anything stupid? I love you.”

When she hung up the phone she placed her head in her hands and let out a large sigh. Fin placed a reassuring hand on her back, “Liv, it is going to be okay. She is just being a teenager.”

“No Fin, you should have seen her. It was like I was physically taking her heart out and ripping it in front of her. I should have never said those things. I didn’t mean any of them… I was just upset.”

“She knows, they always know.”

Olivia merely shook her head and began to gather her things to head home. She walked out of the precinct without a goodbye and headed down the street to Y/N’s favorite Chinese place. They knew what she was going to order as soon as she walked in the door asking where Y/N was. Liv pushed off their question and scrolled through her phone as she waited for the food. Y/N’s phone was still off giving Olivia an eerie feeling as she finished the walk to the apartment. 

Once inside she noticed Y/N’s bag on the floor and her keys on the counter. There was a sudden rush of cold air that made her notice the window that was open to the fire escape. She shut it quickly and then moved to Y/N’s room. The door was still open with everything the way she had left it that morning. Once her calls were unanswered Olivia opened the window again crawling onto the fire escape. Sometimes Y/N would go to the roof to watch the sun slowly crawl behind the buildings.When she reached the top however she was met with an unsettling emptiness. 

Olivia reached for her phone to call the only person who was able to calm her anxiety lately, “Amaro, Y/N isn’t here. I can’t find her. What if something happened to her?”

“She probably just went to a friend’s house to get away,” Amaro replied stirring the contents of his drink, “She will be back in the morning just to relax. Sleep off the anger and come back with a clear head tomorrow.”

Liv pondered this suggestion over and over deciding what she should do. When the silence became too long Amaro interjected again, “Liv, I’m serious. You two had the biggest blow out that I have seen in awhile. Give her time to be mad at you and think. If you smother her she might only push further away from you.” She thanked her partner for the advice and then shoved her phone back in her pocket taking a sweep of the roof once again. Finally she slowly made her way back to the apartment shutting the window with a slam before locking it. Olivia wandered over to the kitchen moving the cereal that covered the top of the fridge to get to her secret cupboard. From the opening she pulled a large bottle of her favorite red wine. She popped the cork and decided to forgo a cup taking a long swig directly from the green glass. A large sigh escaped her lips as she plopped down on the couch going over the events of the day in her head.

As the contents of the bottle slowly drained till there was nothing else Olivia realized her fears were all coming true. She was becoming her mother. A woman she never once wanted to be. Three empty bottles later she finally curled under Y/N’s sheets crying into her pillow until she finally was able to fall asleep.

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The next morning when Y/N did not return and her phone was still shut down all bets were off. Olivia was furious but more importantly she was terrified. Something was horribly wrong. Her morning was spent talking to Y/N’s two best friends and searching their houses for her. When that search was unsuccessful Olivia went to the school hoping Y/N had gone there. However, she had been absent all day and there hadn’t even been a call to excuse her from the day. 

When the morning bled into the afternoon Olivia was running around the city to all of Y/N’s usual hangout spots. The search of the library told her that Y/N hadn’t been there in over a week. The local bakery hadn’t seen her in three days. The coffee shop where Y/N always bought Olivia’s coffee when she came to see her at work had seen her two mornings ago but nothing since then. Even the old lady that had Y/N over twice a week to help her with errands and chores around the house hadn’t seen her. 

It was dark by the time that Olivia fell into her desk chair at the precinct. With her head in her hands she let the tears fall. A whole day was gone and there was still no sign of her daughter. If she had been kidnapped they were running out of time and losing it quickly. The longer she was out there the longer the person had to get away with whatever they wanted.

The squad huddled around in Cragen’s office looking at Olivia curled over her desk. Rollins was the first one to speak, “I bet you Lewis has something to do with this.”

“And what makes you think that?” Amaro asked, “There are plenty of people who could have a vendetta against Liv.”

“It’s just a feeling.”

“Yeah well have you ever considered the idea that maybe Y/N just ran away,” Amaro retorted.

Fin, Cragen, and Amanda all turned towards Amaro, shocked. Cragen was the first one to speak, “I know you haven’t been here long Amaro but this isn’t Y/N. Something is horribly wrong and we are going to figure out what is going on. Fin and Amanda go check out Lewis’ usual hiding spots. I’ll take Liv through her apartment once again to see if we missed anything.”

“And me cap?”

“Amaro… you stay here and set up a tip line,” Cragen responded curtly and then they all disappeared to find where Y/N had disappeared to.

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Y/N woke with a jolt as she felt cold water splash her face. She was met with Lewis staring only a couple inches away from her face. He grinned and grabbed Y/N’s chin as she tried to look away, “Well well there. Looks like someone is finally awake. Feeling thirsty?”

Y/N nodded her head yes waiting to scream as he curled his fingers around the edge of the duct tape. As he was about to pull it away he jammed a gun against Y/N’s throat, “Make any noise and I will shove this gun straight down your throat.”

Finally when he pulled the tape away Y/N spit right in his face, “Just shoot me already if you are going to threaten me with it.”

“And miss out on all of our fun Mini Benson. I think not. There is plenty that I want to do to you before then.”

Y/N began to panic as Lewis lit another cigarette. She remembered the way the others had burned against her chest and sides. She had lost count after twenty perfect circle burns and after the second pistol whip to the face she had passed out a second time, She couldn’t go through all of that again.

“My mom knows I am missing and she will be out looking for me. Just let me go and she will never have to know that you did it. Please,” YN begged.

“What is she going to think about that bruise on your face? Or the marks on your skin? I can’t let you go… plus I know that you both fought before you came home. I bet you that she thinks you just ran away and are leaving her,” Lewis chuckled.

“How.. how did you know that we fought?

“This lovely voicemail your mother left you,” Lewis said, placing your phone against your ear.

Tears began to run down Y/N’s face as she heard the apology her mother had sent her. Damnit! Why did I have to fight with her? We could have avoided all of this. Is the mantra that ran through her head as Lewis slammed the phone against her head and threw it at the wall.

“She isn’t coming for you,” Lewis snickered.

“Please… just let me go. I will do anything.”

Lewis pulled his gun and placed it against Y/N’s scalp, “You are still bargaining with me? Really. We are way past that baby.”

“I am the daughter of an NYPD detective. A decorated well known detective. My mother, her partner, her squad, the entire department will hunt you down. You think that you’ve put people through hell. It will rain back down on you.”

“You know what… let it rain,” Lewis said and then hit Y/N once again making her world go black for a third time. 

[dancingintheraindreamingonday]

People's Paradise - Part 2

Summary: Steve’s feelings for you are growing but so are Bucky’s feelings for you. You are unaware of your appeal that just makes everything more complicated.

Pairing: Bucky x reader; Bucky x angel!reader

Warning: non, just fluff and feelings

Author’s note: I hope you'll enjoy this story. Please be aware that English is not my first language. And thank you to everyone who reads my stories and especially to those who write nice comments. I’m so overwhelmed by that that I can't reply (because I’m just blushing and giggling). :D 

Part 1 - His angel 

You and Bucky woke up and parted before anyone else could see you. Around lunchtime Bucky came into the common room, pissed off because his psychiatrist is the most annoying person he has ever met and because he wasn’t allowed to go on missions like the others. Then according to the doctor he was still unstable. To his surprise he found you lying headfirst on the couch. The pink headphones on your head and the slight movements of your feet implied that you were listening to music while reading a big book. Bucky leaned against the kitchen counter pouring some gin into his glas and watching you. Suddenly you looked up like you felt his presence in the room. „Oh. You’re back. How was it?“, you asked taking your headphones off. Bucky didn’t answer and just shrugged. You nodded in understanding. „Why are you here? Why aren’t you on their mission?“, Bucky asked. „I’m not allowed to go on missions. This would be interfering the human order and I would cause problems with that. Angels are watching me 24/7 to make sure I stay put.“ You looked outside the window realizing how warm and sunny it is. 

„Do you wann go out with me?“. Bucky almost choked on his drink. „Like a date?“

„Oh. I meant do you wanna go outside with me- there’s a lake nearby and it’s really peaceful there.“, you smiled at him with your big (y/e/c) eyes and Bucky hadn’t it in him to say no to you even thought he just wanted to stay home. „But I don’t swim.“ You beamed at him. „You don’t have to.“

Half an hour later you both arrived at the lake and Bucky instantly regretted it. The lake was beautiful indeed but dozen of people were there as well- running, swimming, laughing and shouting at each other. „I thought you said it’d be calm.“, Bucky muttered annoyed. „Did I?“, you said happily already looking for a nice spot. As you and Bucky lay down you couldn’t help but chuckle. He looked so out of place with his jeans and shirt and shoes still on. In contrast you lay on your stomach with a red bikini that Bucky cursed himself. Why did he decide to come to the lake with you. You were pure temptation and it took Bucky everything to resist you; to not touch you. „Why are we here again?“

You turned to your left to look at him. Bucky lay on his back but his upper body was up like a small crunch while his elbows supported his weight. His sunglasses covered his eyes but you were pretty sure screwed his eyes. „I like it here. It’s people’s paradise. Everyone here is happy and carefree.“, You hummed and started to read the next chapter. Reading it out loud so quietly that only Bucky could hear you words. The voices and laughs of the children faded away and he almost dozed off if a volleyball wouldn’t have been flying in your direction and Bucky caught the ball effortlessly with his right hand. 

Seconds later two college students were running towards you both. „I’m so sorry.“, said a high-pitched voice. The girl seemed nervous, playing with her hair and fluttering her eyelashes. „Nice catch.“, said a boy’s voice, clearly impressed. „Would you like to join? We play beach volleyball over there.“, He nodded to the girls and boys to his left. 

Before Bucky could decline you closed your book and looked up. „Beach volleyball sounds fun.“ The boy was obviously stunned by your appearance that he had a hard time trying to catch his breath. „You can play too.“, His voice was dry and nervous. „Awesome. Give us a minute.“ You clapped happily in your hands. 

„I don’t want to play volleyball with these kids.“, Bucky snarled angrily at you. „C’mon. Just one game. If you don’t like it, we will leave after that. I promise. But I’m pretty sure it will be great“

„Have you ever played it before?“, asked Bucky annoyed. „No, I haven’t but I watched the olympics last year.“, you winked at him.

You and Bucky were in opposite teams and you both dominated the game clearly. So after 3 rounds they decided to make it even more interesting. 2 versus 2. Bucky and a girl called Amanda, who was extremely good at this sport and you and a boy named Leon. Before the game started you grinned at Bucky. He looked so normal at this moment. Carefree. He laughed and you could see the little wrinkles around his eyes. He got rid of his shirt some games ago and just like the other girls you enjoyed the view of his trained body. His abs were glistening due to the sweat. This game felt like a game just between you both. Two soldiers who were tired of fighting but in that moment you both were free and normal and enjoying life.

„Be honest. You just won because of your angel power.“, Bucky chuckled as you walked to the car. You threw your head back laughing. It was already dark outside. You both spent more time at the lake than you thought. „I can’t help it. I’m an angel. I can’t turn it off.“ You looked at Bucky taking in his smile and his happiness. „I’m happy that you enjoyed today.“, you said sincerely.

„I felt like the boy I was before going to war. I thought I’d never feel that way again.“ He was thankful. Thankful that you were by his side. 

Back in the compound you guys were greeted by a rather angry Steve. „Where have you been?“ He looked furious and you couldn’t understand it. „What? Did something happen on the mission?“, you asked terrified walking up to him. Your hands were caressing his trained triceps in a comforting way. Steve shrugged off your hands. „I’ll tell you what happened. We came back from our mission and you both weren’t there. You weren’t there.“ Steve looked at you directly, accusing you to the seemingly bad thing you did. You looked around to the other avengers who looked away awkwardly. You looked back to Steve, crossing your arms. Bucky observed you intensively. You seemed unsure and puzzled. „And that was wrong?“ First, Bucky thought you were provoking Steve with your question but then it dawned on him. You didn’t know how Steve felt. You were an angel still trying to figure out how to be human. Steve pinched the bridge of his nose, clearly annoyed. „Where were you both?“ He asked.

„At the lake. We played beach volleyball.“, you smiled looking at Bucky. „You two were at our lake?“ Steve looked at you in utterly disbelief and almost heartbroken. You widened your eyes, knowing you must have said something wrong. „What? No, I mean… I don’t own this lake. Other people were there as well.“, you tried to justify your actions, thinking that Steve meant a posted property by using the possessive pronoun. He just stared at you, shaking his head and stormed out. „Steve, wait!“, you shouted but he ignored you. You slouched your shoulders and walked into your room. 

You couldn’t sleep that night so you decided to go on the balcony. You breathed in the cold, rainy air and studied the stars above your head. „I hope you don’t mind“, Suddenly Bucky stood next to you, imitate your actions by starring at the stars as well. He lighted a cigarette and exhaled. „I’m sorry about the argument with Steve.“, he said softly. „Don’t be. He was just upset because the mission was a mislead. I’ll talk with him tomorrow.“ 

„He was worried about you.“, stated Bucky. „That’s the reason why he was angry with you.“

„Really? But I’m way stronger than everyone else. That doesn’t make any sense.“, you mumbled. Bucky smiled. „Yeah. That thing never makes any sense.“, Bucky looked away from the stars and studied your face. „I enjoyed the day at the lake. I enjoyed your company.“ He whispered. „Sometimes I get the feeling that I’ve known you before. That I’ve know you my whole life.“

„Impossible.“ You whispered looking into his blue eyes and then on his lips. Bucky smelled of cigarette and coffee and rain. It was an intoxicating smell that you couldn't really focus. He was just centimeters from you and in seconds you would feel his hard lips on your soft ones. Suddenly a lout thud was heard as if someone in the kitchen dropped something. You couldn’t see the person because of the darkness. You gulped, stepping away from Bucky, making space. „I think I should go to bed now.“, you mumbled sloping your shoulders. Bucky gazed after you, regretting not kissing you. Regretting letting you go.

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"Weird Secret Friends" *Chapter 8*

Chapter 7

Chapter 9

I know, I wait almost 4 days and now you gotta go through this bullshit. I can already hear your cries of anguish and suffering.

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That being said I promise regular chapters for the rest of the week! Okay I don't promise but I promise to do my best.

Note: Alright it's a fanfic people, alternate universes and all that. So you know what we're saying that all the Carisi sisters are younger, and Sonny was the big bro. Kay? I can't deal with all the continuity stuff.

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Sonny was watching TV with Amanda when his phone went off. He paused the movie and answered the phone:

“Barba it’s kinda late--”

“What's wrong with your cousin?” he flatly said.

“Excuse me?” Sonny asked. “What kind of question is that?”

“Just answer the question, Carisi,” Barba insisted.

“Well it's a loaded question, Barba.” Sonny replied.

“Okay then just answer me this,” Barba sighed. “Why did I come back to my apartment to find her halfway through my once full bottle of vodka and pouting on the couch. Oh, after she had gone through all of my things of course,”

“Aw shit,” Sonny muttered under his breath. “That's kind of on me, Barba,”

“One second babe,” He muttered to Amanda, while he got up and went into his kitchen.

“Babe?” Barba asked.

“It’s just Rollins,” Sonny dismissed it.

“So you have feelings for me, but you’re fucking Rollins?” He asked in a snarky tone.

“What, are you jealous or somethin’ Barba?” Sonny smirked.

“No, don’t be stupid,” Rafael rolled his eyes. “Why is it on you?” He changed the subject.

“I should have never filled her head with doubts and suspicions and then sent her back to your place; when I should have known that you would keep a full bar in your apartment,” Sonny sighed as he ran his hands through his hair.

“Well of course I would keep a stocked bar in my apartment Sonny, I entertain people and I'm a grown man,” Rafael scoffed.

“Yeah, again it's on me,” Sonny repeated.

“Okay so what is wrong with your cousin?” Rafael asked.

“I think that pretty much answers it, don't you think?” Sonny asked in a “duh” tone.

“... I see,” Rafael glanced at his bedroom door wearily.

“Where is she now? Did you send her away? Please tell me you didn't send her away,” Sonny begged.

“No I didn't send her away, she's sleeping it off in my bedroom,” He got up and walked to his bedroom door. “I didn't want to just kick her out because she was upset. I'm not that big of a dick,” He whispered as he watched you sleep. You looked so calm and peaceful, that’s the girl he remembered.

“ You know, this should probably be better explained in person,” Sonny walked back into his living room where Amanda glanced over at him. He motioned for her to get her stuff together.

“Can I come over?”

“Yeah okay, not like I have anything else to do,'' he rolled his eyes as he shut his bedroom door and walked back to his living room.

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Sonny showed up to Rafael's apartment with a loaded head and a semi heavy conscience. He knocked on the door and Rafael let him inside.

“Okay so what kind of long story is this,” Rafael asked while he poured himself a glass of scotch. He noticed Sonny giving him a weird look.

“What? It's not like she's in here now,” he rolled his eyes.

“True,” He nodded. “Do you have beer?”

“Yes, dark or light?” Rafael made a disgusted face while he asked. He couldn't stand the taste of beer but he always had it on him just in case he had barbarians over such as Sonny.

“Shiner Bock, if you have it,” Sonny requested. Rafael nodded as he went into his ‘party fridge’ and handed him one before sitting on the couch across from him.

“Alright so where do I start?” Sonny thought out loud.

“Well I guess first of all I wanted to say I don’t wanna say I told you so, but this is exactly why I didn't want you and Y/N to get involved in the first place. It had nothing to do with my feelings for you. It’s because I know that you tend to keep relationships with guys and girls chill and casual, but Y/N is a special case and special to me,”

“Yeah.. I wish you had expressed that before,” Rafael groaned.

Well what was I supposed to say in front of her, Barba? ‘Oh hey by the way, you probably shouldn't get involved with my trainwreck of a cousin? Sonny asked defensively.

“Maybe? I don’t know…” Rafael sighed as he put his head in his hands.

“Look, Rafael,” Sonny put a hand on his shoulder. “It’s not like she’s some kinda degenerate junkie,”

“Oh well, that’s great--” He started to roll his eyes.

“I’m serious Rafael!” He pounded the table.

“Okay okay, I’m sorry Sonny,” He finally used his first name, trying to be as soft with him as possible. He could see how much you meant to him, and it was really endearing. “Go ahead,”

“Alright,” Sonny sighed, ready to tell your life story. You would probably kill him later for it, but there was no hiding your...issues now, he might as well get the whole context.

“Well, first of all-- her dad died before she was born, overdose,” He began. “Then she was stuck with her junkie mother, my auntie. Who by the way at this point, nobody had heard from in years,” He took a sip of beer.

“So anyways,” He began again. “One day, she showed up at my mom’s doorstep with Y/N, and told her that she can’t take care of Y/N, or that she didn’t want to,” He sighed. “She was three years old by then, I don’t even wanna think about what happened before then,”

“Jesus…” Rafael muttered.

“I was eight years old at the time, my sisters were even younger. My mom and dad had enough on their plate with just us. So, I kinda took her under my wing,” He went on.

“We became so close, she wanted to go by “Sunny” just so she could be like me. I told her it would be confusing for the two of us, so I called her Sunshine, Sunny for short. That way if I’m calling her sunny, then obviously it’s not myself,” He chuckled. To this day, he still called you Sunshine.

“But as she grew up, she just...kinda had a rough go. She didn’t really interact with kids her own age, she was really defensive and untrusting with anybody but me. Not even my parents. And then we got the call that her mother died, and it ripped me up inside to see her body at the funeral. It was so fucked up, she was so fucked up. That’s why I-- I think something really bad happened to her when she was with her mother, Rafael. Like-- really, bad.

“Fuck..." Rafael muttered while glancing at his bedroom door. He didn't want to imagine what you had been through at such a young age. He wanted to run in his room right now and just hold you, but he kept his composure.

“So then I went off to college when she was ten years old, just about to start junior high. She begged me to stay, but I told her she had a good family and that my parents and sisters loved her as much as I did, and to stay out of trouble. But...kids are cruel. They made her harder, and harder. Without me there to be her-- I dunno, her guiding light or her-- protector, she just kinda fell into a bad crowd by the time high school rolled around,” He sighed while taking another swig of beer.

“...Right,” Rafael nodded.

“So when i came home from school my mom told me she was going to kick Sunny out. I asked her why, and she went on and on about how she had gotten in with these local girls who were like, I dunno some kinda girl gang, and they’d knock over liquor stores and then get drunk and stoned. She said she was never around anyway, unless it was to steal money out of her purse; And she just didn’t wanna deal with her anymore,”

“...But she was only fifteen at the time,” Rafael was stunned.

“Yeah, and that’s what I told her!” Sonny exclaimed. “Look Barba my mom is the salt of the earth, but like I said she had a lot on her plate and my dad wasn’t around a lot-- and she had three other daughters to watch out for,”

“Three of her OWN daughters,” Rafael clarified with a judgmental tone.

“HEY,” Sonny warned. “I know how it sounds. And maybe-- maybe you’re right, maybe that’s why she washed her hands clean of Sunny. Because she was just a by-product of her fucked up sister. But I-- I’m not gonna condemn her for it. And you sure as hell don’t get to judge her,”

“You’re right,” Rafael nodded while sipping his scotch.

“So I took Sunny in,” Sonny finished his beer as he wrapped up his story. “I took her in while I went through the police academy. I made sure she got sober, quit hangin’ out with those girls, I got her to do well in school, hell I got her to graduate high school!”

“And…?” Rafael pressed.

“...And when I started bouncing around precincts, she was finally a productive member of society so she started living on her own. She had a few jobs, but never really going anywhere. So once I got placed here in SVU and started making better money, I started helping her out with rent and her car, as long as she promised to start going to community college. Which she agreed to because she really does wanna make something of herself,” He half smiled thinking about how far you had come and how proud he was to call you his cousin now. You were so full of life with dreams and ambitions he never saw in you as a scared little kid.

“Okay so-- how does all of this lead to what happened tonight?” Rafael leaned back and crossed his arms.

“Because she’s still an addict, Barba!” Sonny tried not to yell, but didn’t understand why Rafael was still so flippant about you.

“Just because she got her life together-- I got her life together, doesn’t mean that she just got ‘better’. She’s on a daily see-saw of sobriety. I do weekly ‘drop ins’ just to check on her. It’s gotten a lot better as time goes on, and the less and less I worry about her, but--” He took a breath and looked at the floor.

“....Deep down she’s still that little girl with all of her walls and her distrust. She doesn’t have friends, I really don’t think she’s ever had a stable ‘boyfriend’ or ‘girlfriend,’ I mean she-- she doesn’t, talk to people,” He paused before looking up and into Rafael’s eyes.

“...Which is why it has been yankin' my chain tryin’ to figure out just why in God’s name she was so-- open, to you,” He finally admitted. “She’s never been that close to anybody else but me, not in her entire life,”

“Wait,” Rafael put a finger up. “So...you haven’t actually been jealous of Y/N this whole time, you’ve been jealous of me?” He half laughed.

“I mean, it’s a little of both,” He shrugged with a small smile, able to joke about his feelings now. “But I meant what I said when I first got here, I know the main thing that Y/N needs in her life right now is stability. And you-- you are not stable, in the least,”

“Oh I’m the unstable one?” Rafael raised an eyebrow.

“Relationship wise, yeah,” Sonny pointed out.

“....Fair point,” Rafael nodded as he finished off his scotch. He knew the longest relationship he had ever had was with the cute barista he saw every morning who knew how to make his coffee just right. And that relationship only took him five minutes a day to maintain.

“So…” Sonny knocked Rafael from his thoughts.

“So...what?” Rafael quirked an eyebrow.

“So, I think that--” Sonny took a deep breath, knowing you might hate him for this. But it was for the best, and it needed to be said.

“I think that if you care anything about her, or me for that matter, that you let me take her home, and forget about this whole weekend,”

“....I mean…” Rafael rubbed the back of his neck. He didn't want to let you go. Well, he didn't want to let go of the girl he had met at Forlini's. The girl who made him laugh, who he could be his true self around, the girl he might---

“Look the bottom line here Barba is that Y/N is-- a lot of work. I should know, I’ve been taking care of her for 19 years. But I don’t mind it, because I love her more than anything else in this world. Well, her and the rest of my family. But still-- I love her,” Sonny now stood up.

“And I get that you like her, but she--- she has gotten way too serious about you way too fast, and way too hard. And this?” He gestured around the room, referring to the whole night. “This ain’t even the tip of the iceberg with her, if she’s really fallen off the wagon,”

“...God dammit,” Rafael stood up and began to pace in his living room. He thought about every single second he had spent with you since he met you; you had never seemed so...broken, as Sonny was describing you.

“What I’m saying is, unless you’re ready to-- ‘deal’ with her, and everything that comes with that, please for the love of God, just walk away now,” Sonny pleaded.

“Because she won’t listen to me if I tell her to stay away from you. And if things get too ‘real’ for you, you’re just gonna freak out or-- or get bored, and throw her away. Her self worth will drop to shit. And if that happens, I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to get her back from that,”

“I would never just throw her away, Carisi,” Rafael rolled his eyes.

“You can’t say that, Barba,” Sonny debated.

“And why the hell not?” Rafael narrowed his eyes.

“Because you’ve never NOT just ‘thrown away’ someone,” He chuckled. “That front door might as well be a garbage chute,”

“You son of a--” Rafael started to yell at him but Sonny cut him off.

“Tell me I’m wrong, Barba. Look me in the eyes and tell me I have no idea what I’m talking about, and I’ll leave here and let you deal with her the way you want to,” Sonny looked at him pensively. Rafael looked at him for several seconds, then softened his glare into a sad concession.

“....Take her,” He muttered softly while looking at the ground.

“Thank you,” Sonny mumbled softly as he turned to go retrieve your passed out self from the bedroom. However, he was instead met with the most unsettling sight:

You were standing in the doorway of the room, glaring at the two of them.

“...H-Hey, Sunshine--” Sonny tried to appease you with an awkward smile.

“Don’t,” You growled, stomping into the living room and began packing your bag.

“Y/N, what are you--” Rafael went to put a hand on your bag but you snatched it away before you shot fire out of your eyes into his gaze.

“Oh, I’m sorry, did I misunderstand what you just said?” You barked at him with tears in your eyes. “Because I’m pretty damn sure I heard ‘take her’. You know like I’m some sort of defective Amazon package,”

“That’s not what I meant---” He softly spoke, the guilt of his words being heard by you was quickly eating him alive.

“No I know what you meant, Rafael,” You zipped your duffel shut angrily.

“I heard the whole god damn spiel. Which, by the way, thank you so much for detailing my entire little sob story, cousin,” You glared at Sonny as you started walking towards the front door, shoulder checking him.

“But neither of you have to worry about anything anymore, okay? You’re released from your ‘duties’. This trainwreck is leaving the station, so you can relax,” You looked at the both of them with pain in your eyes, tears cracking your words.

“Sunshine--” Sonny started after you.

“DON’T,” You glared at him while putting a finger up. “Don’t ever call me that again,”

“At least let me drive you home--”

“No,” You shook your head. “And you know what, cuz? I didn’t realize I was such a financial burden, so you know what? Cut me off. Because I’d rather be homeless again than take any more money from you,”

“What did I do?!” Sonny was now angry. “All I did was come over and try to protect you, that’s it!”

“I don’t need your protection!” You screamed. “This whole time...this whole time, I thought you were proud of me. That you trusted me,”

“I do trust you--”

“You don’t!” You stomped your foot while tears streamed down your face. “Y-You think that if . one single thing like a boy not liking me is gonna set me off, like I’m some kind of bomb you’ve kept from detonating for years. My life is not your responsibility anymore, Sonny! I don’t think it ever was!”

“Well who’s else was it gonna be?!”

“NOBODY’S!!!!” You finally dropped your duffel bag and kicked the wall, leaning your head against it. You were strangely quiet for a long pause before you spoke again in an eerily calm voice.

“...Do you know why my mother “dropped me off’ with your mother?”

“Because she couldn’t take care of you--”

“No I heard what you said,” You sniffled with a sad smile. “Because she didn’t want to,”

“Sunshine--”

“But leaving me with your mother, was her plan b,” You cut him off, still looking at the floor.

“What do you mean?” Sonny asked cautiously while looking at Rafael who had a terrified look in his eyes.

“She didn’t want to ‘burden’ her sister with me, but she had to when I wouldn’t die,”

“...W-What?” Rafael almost choked on the words in disbelief.

“She tried to smother me with a pillow, but I wouldn’t die. I kept screaming and crying, and I guess it touched her strand of humanity, so she stopped,” You rolled your eyes with the same sad smile.

That memory was forever imprinted in your brain. The terror of being woken up in blackness, unable to breathe. The smell of the cigarette smoke covered pillow being shoved into your throat and nostrils. Your mother crying and telling you it would be over soon, just to let go. And finally her sad, pathetic whimpers and sobs when she finally lifted the pillow from you, disappointed in herself that she couldn’t do one good thing in her life. That now she was going to have to pass you, her problem, onto her sister.

“Y/N, baby girl--” Sonny stepped towards you again.

“I wasn’t supposed to be raised by anybody, Sonny. I’m not even supposed to be alive!” You stomped your foot again while tears continued to flow.

“That’s not true!” He ran over and grabbed you in a hug. “You are not a burden,”

“Really?” You laughed sarcastically into his shoulder as you pushed him away from the hug. “You just said your mom didn’t even want to deal with me. Nobody did,”

“I did!” He argued. “I do,”

“Yeah well, maybe I’m my mother’s daughter. I don’t wanna be your burden,” You picked up the duffel and opened the door.

“Okay well you have no choice in that so you’re gonna have to let that go,” Sonny grabbed your hand before you could walk away.

“Fine,” You finally conceded with a blank expression.

“Guess I’ll just have to let a lot of things go, won’t I?” Your voice cracked as you looked at Rafael one more time with the saddest eyes.

He stared back at you with a stone cold face. He wanted so badly just to go and hold you in his arms, telling you how you didn’t deserve any of what happened to you, and that you deserved everything good and all the love in the world. But Sonny’s pleas were still in his head.

He didn’t know if he wanted the responsibility of your entire self worth and happiness, let alone your sobriety on his shoulders. He didn’t even like to get close to clients with that many issues, the pressure was too much. So instead he just stood there, trying not to show how much this was killing him, sending you away like this.

“Come on Sunshine, just-- let’s go, okay?” Sonny pleaded with you softly, pulling at your hand. You didn’t answer, you just nodded and started walking down the hallway towards the elevator, leaving Sonny at the door.

“...Thank you, Barba,” He mumbled softly, nodding at Rafael. Rafael barely nodded back before Sonny closed the door.

As soon as it was closed, Rafael dropped on his knees and began to cry. He didn’t know why exactly, was he crying because he felt horrible for all the shit you had gone through? Was he angry at himself for not being able to get over his own bullshit to actually open up and care about someone for more than a week? Was he really that big of a hypocrite, showing empathy to clients all the time but shutting out the one person he felt he might-- he couldn’t even think it. He wouldn’t let himself think it. He just composed himself and poured another scotch while turning on the TV, trying to forget what just happened.

His NETFLIX menu popped up; it asked him if he wanted to continue watching Bojack Horseman. He closed his eyes and muttered obscenities in spanish while memories of the night before flooded his brain, making him cry angry tears once more. He finally decided just to go to bed, maybe his brain would release him from torture if he could turn it off.

He wasn’t sure he could ever turn it off now.

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Hometown

spencer reid x f.reader

(not my gif)

masterlist

plot: the team is dying to meet Spencer’s new girlfriend, not knowing how different you are from him

warnings: my writing, this is a mess in its entirerly idek what I did I had an idea and I just went with it with no plan, oh and pure fluff

word count: 3,5k

"How does she look like?" Asked Garcia to Spencer as he tried to ignore all of the team on his neck, trying to find out the most they can about the doctor's new girlfriend. "Is she brunette? Or blonde? You have a thing for blondes."

"I don't have— why do you guys care anyway?" He tried to defend himself and make them stop asking more questions. "I have a girlfriend, so what?"

"So what?" Repeated Morgan, sitting on top of the paperwork Spencer was filling, making the doctor even more annoyed. "You have a girlfriend, pretty boy! It's a national matter. We are going to find out how she looks like you want it or not."

And that was going to happen sooner than Reid would want to, because when Hotch announced the new case and told them that the place where they were going.

Your hometown.

"Oh crap," Spencer murmured to himself when Hotch revealed the location, making the rest of the team look at him.

Morgan was the one who connected the dots as he knew that Reid's girlfriend wasn't from the city.

"We are visiting Pretty Boy's girlfriend's house, everybody."

He continued to shook his head; this couldn't be happening.

Hotch had to pick up this case on purpose. The only logical explanation for the tragedy that this was for the doctor.

During the whole trip, Emily and Morgan were constantly interrogating Spencer about his girlfriend.

"What does she do? Is she younger? Is she older?" Questioned Emily, but Spencer had his eyes on his book, ignoring their questions. 

"Hey!" Exclaimed Hotch, grabbing everyone's attention. "Garcia booked our rooms in the inn of the town. The sheriff told us that there isn't enough room for us in the police station, and the manager welcomed us to install ourselves in the event hall."

"You spoke to the manager?" Questioned Spencer in a low tone, catching Prentiss and Morgan's attention.

"Garcia did," replied Hotch, looking at his phone.

"It's the manager, isn't it?" Asked Emily with a smile, but Spencer returned to his reading. "We are definitely going to meet her, kid, you can't hide behind your books forever."

"I can try," answered Reid, knowing that Emily was right.

They were going to meet you at some point.

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"Spencer!" Exclaimed a woman as she ran towards the doctor and hugged him. "Long time, no see."

"Hey Amanda, how are you doing?" Asked her Reid, knowing that his friends were watching. "How is your little boy?"

"He's doing great. I want to know how you are. Who are these people you brought with you?" Questioned Amanda, looking at the team behind Spencer.

"It's my team. I work for the FBI, remember? We are here on a case."

"A case? What happened?"

But Spencer wasn't able to answer because he was interrupted by the sound of the door of the kitchen opening. From there, the chef and the receptionist got out, one following the other.

"I am not going to cook for six more people! That's it!"

"For God's sake. For the last time, the manager asked for it, we listen," explained the receptionist, who looked around to see the FBI team watching the scene. "They are here!" Yelled in a whisper, making the chef turn around, tiredly.

"Great. Vegetarians?" Everybody shook their heads. "Good! Then I don't have to change the menu."

"We weren't expecting you to do it. Oh my God, Doctor Reid!" Exclaimed the receptionist, making the chef look at the doctor too. Both men smiled at the sight of Reid. "Long time, no see."

"It's good to see you too," said Spencer with a smile. "May the team and I install in the event hall, Seb?"

The receptionist, Seb, nodded.

"Of course, of course. Welcome to the Florence Inn. My name is Sebastian. I'll be available if you have any questions. Doctor Reid, you know the way?"

"Yeah, I'll guide them. Guys, follow me."

"Do I call the owner to let her know you are here, Doctor?" 

"Oh, don't worry, I'll just say hi if I see her around. Hey, Sergio!" The chef, Sergio, raised his eyebrows. "Is there any coffee for the team?"

"For you, sir Reid, anything, I'll be right back with hot coffee and food for your team."

"Thank you, Sergio." Spencer turned around and smiled at Amanda. "I need to go now. We'll catch up later."

Spencer guided the team towards the event hall, where the tables were already accommodated for them. Spencer knew that the minute you heard they were coming, you did everything possible to made them as comfortable as possible.

"Reid, do you know everyone in this hotel?" Asked JJ to him, and he nodded.

"Mostly, yeah," he replied, "they are good people."

"That actually can help us with the case," added Hotch, "the people here trust you."

Spencer was feeling every second more uncomfortable with this case. He's tried for the nine months you've been dating to keep his work and your relationship as separate as possible.  

Guess they were joining for the first time.

"Ok, we know the unsub is a male and that he isn't choosing these victims randomly," affirmed Rossi. 

"The victimology is all over the place," added Morgan, looking at the physical characteristics of the three victims. "These victims have nothing in common."

"The patron has to go further than the physical, more with the relationship between them," explained Spencer. "This is a man with a project. He is probably not killing for the pleasure of it, more for a particular goal."

"Why do the town people not know about the killings. That woman that said hi to Reid had no idea of why we were here," pointed Emily.

"Probably that's work of the mayor, Mister Downley," replied Reid. "He tries to keep everything that can affect the town's tourism under the table. It has always been that way. And it is actually surprising that they don't know about it. It's a small town. Everyone knows everyone."

"We should interview the mayor and the media," affirmed Hotch, and he always had the last word. "Anyone that is trying to keep this in private could be a suspect."

At that moment, Sergio and his cookers appeared with the food and coffee they promised, making the team stay quiet as they gave out the food.

"Here is your coffee, sir Reid. A quarter cup of coffee every five pounds of sugar." Reid laughed while the chef left the cup in front of him. 

"Leave the doctor alone, Sergio," asked Seb to the chef, making Sergio roll his eyes and leave the hall. "Doctor Reid, Sheriff Christen called. He is waiting for you and your team at the police station. Whenever you are ready."

"Thanks, Seb." The team started grabbing their things to go to the station. "Tell Sergio that the coffee and the food are great."

"Yes, Doctor, and also, your team has the best rooms at the inn. Owner's orders. Do you want me to tell her anything?"

"Just thank you," replied Spencer, grabbing his bag, "thanks, Seb."

"Anything for you, Doctor."

Spencer walked away next to the team, who was staring at him curiously.

"What?" He asked.

"They call you sir, they know how do you drink your coffee, they prepare the best rooms for you and your friends," pointed out Emily as you were walking. "Or they love you..."

"Or, they love your girlfriend," interrupted Morgan.

"Can we just focus on the case, please?" Begged Spencer as he walked towards the SUVs. "Don't read between unexistent lines, ok?"

"He is hiding something," whispered Morgan.

"Definitely," replied Hotch before entering the car.

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"Doctor Spencer Reid," said the sheriff standing up. He was a man between his fifties and sixties, with a grumpy face and a hoarse voice. "It's always a pleasure to see you in this old town."

"Hello, sheriff," interrupted Hotch. "I'm SSA Hotchner, we spoke on the phone."

"Oh, of course, right. I'm Sheriff Christen, this is my crew. Sorry that you had to install in at the inn. It's just that here we don't have any space. But I assume the owner is glad to see you, Doc."

"Haven't talked to her yet. Why did you call us?"

"Right, we did a suspect list with all the people in town that have criminal records, as you told us. We have thirty-five names, any idea how to shorten that list?"

"Our unsub is most likely in his 30s, obviously male, probably have been charged with robbery. We are not looking for a sexual sadist here since the killings lack any sexual motive," explained Hotch, and the sheriff nodded, telling his deputy. 

Spencer sat down on a chair, waiting for no one else to say hi to him in front of the team. He loved these people so much, but he wanted to stay focus on the case, and he couldn't if he was going to have every person in town recognizing him and greeting him.

You were loved in your home town. These people that learned how to love Spencer grew up with you, and they truly liked the doctor for you. They noticed how he makes you happy, and how, for the last nine months, you've been smiling more.

"Hey, Spencer."

"Howdie, doc."

"Hey," Spencer murmured to the cops as they passed. Morgan noticed this and decided to approach Reid, sitting next to him.

"Why don't you want us to meet your girlfriend? Clearly, she's loved here."

Reid exhaled, looking at his colleague, giving up.

"Fine, but please, don't... don't act surprised when you meet her, ok? Just act normal. And tell everyone."

Morgan nodded, confused. What did he mean with "surprised"? Why would he react that way

"Guys, let's go back to the inn, there's someone I want you to meet."

"We are finally going to meet the famous lady?" Questioned Rossi, and Spencer nodded slowly. "Then let's go."

"Shouldn't we work the case?"

"We are installed in the inn anyway, so just follow me."

JJ and Emily approached Morgan, and he told them what Reid told him.

The team had no idea what Spencer meant with "surprised," and most of them didn't want to know anyway. They were just too excited to meet the girl they've been hearing so many amazing stories about

The BAU arrived at the inn. JJ could notice how Spencer's hands started trembling: he was nervous.

"B-But... But Miss Y/N!" They heard Sebastian exclaim. To the distance, the team could identify the receptionist following a tall woman with curly hair as she walked quickly. It was you. "Miss Y/N, we can't let Mayor Downley have the party here at the inn! He is a messy, messy man. He is going to leave a complete disaster, and you, miss, are well aware that this is not a place for that kind of event."

"God, Seb, have you tried drinking herbal tea in the morning instead of coffee?" You asked him as you chuckled. The sound of your soft laugh grabbed the doctor's attention.

Spencer quickly turned around to look at his friends, desperation clearly showing in his face.

"Here she comes," he whispered.

"That is...?" Started to ask Morgan but was interrupted by the memory of Spencer telling him to not act surprised.

You stepped into the hall, connecting your eyes with Spencer's eyes, immediately smiling.

"You look tired." It's the thing you say, confusing your boyfriend. "Did Sergio offered you coffee? Did you offer Spencer coffee, Seb?"

"I did, indeed, boss."

"I already drank coffee, babe," whispered Reid, trying not to blush. "Y/N, I want you to meet my friends."

"What? Sure, coming in a sec. Seb, could you ask Amanda to tell Charlie to pick up my car? I forgot I came by foot today."

"I saw your car outside, Y/N," interrupted Spencer, now confusing you.

"Charlie brought it this morning, Miss," reminded you Seb, and you nodded.

"God, where do I have the head? Thanks, Seb." You smiled at him before walking towards Spencer. "I've been trying to talk to you all morning, but we keep missing each other."

"Y/N," he said with his calming voice. You liked hearing someone that actually was calmed once in a while, especially him. "These are my friends. Rossi, Hotch, JJ, Morgan, and Emily." He introduced you to them, and you nodded. "Guys, this is my girlfriend."

"It is a pleasure to meet you. I'm Y/N," you greeted them, giggling. "I'm sorry if I seem distracted. My toes are where my head is supposed to be and the other way around. It's just that, you wouldn't believe; Mayor Downley wants to have this found raiser at the inn to distract the people from the bodies that were found. Did you hear?"

"That's why I'm here actually, babe," whispered Spencer.

"Why would you be here to see dead bodies? Oh right! FBI!" You exclaimed as you remember. "I'm so sorry, guys, you've caught me in a terrible day."

"It's alright, Y/N," assured you Hotch. "What were you saying about the mayor?"

"What I was saying about..." you repeated in a whispered before remembering. "Oh, yeah. So the murders in the area are really frightening the people. So our mayor decided, at the last minute, to make a found raiser raise money for the funerals of the deceased. I think it is a runaway where the clothing shop is going to show their last collection. It's a very last-minute thing, and I, apparently, is the only one with enough space to welcome all the freaking town."

"Do you know why the mayor would want to do this?"

"Well, Downley always takes advantage of terrible events in town and throws a party to cease the panic," you tried to explain quickly. "Last time, some people stole from Charlie's diner, and here I was, organizing a silent auction on a random Thursday." You started accomodating Spencer's tie involuntarily. "He wants to be Gatsby, but I'm the one with the mansion."

You always had to be doing something; you couldn't stay still for a second. That's the reason Spencer was attracted to you in the first place. He saw a girl trying to do seven things at the same time while trying to fix five other problems, and he had to help you. Then, he fell for you eloquent and extrovert personality, and how anywhere you went, you made friends.

You two were complete opposites, and both of you truly loved that.

"But don't get me wrong: mayor Downley is a great guy."

"What is mister Downley's first name, Y/N?" You tried to remember it while you cleaned Spencer's shirt. 

You were doing unconsciously, and he knew, but still let you. He knew that keeping your hands busy was the only way you could focus. So he let you touch his hair and fix his sleeves all the time.

"If I'm not wrong, I think it is John."

"There is a Frank Downley in our list," mentioned Morgan.

"That would be his nephew, Frankie. He works at the grocery store, he is the manager there. I went to school with him."

"How was he at school?" 

"Quiet, kind of a loner. Mister Downley would spend hours and hours in the counselor's office, talking to the counselor about Frankie's social behavior. Everyone in school knew about it. I tried to be friends with him, but I think he didn't like me."

Emily took from the case files some pictures and showed them to you. Spencer held your hand as you stared at the photographs of the victims.

"Do you recognize any of these people?"

"Well, of course, we went to school together. Good people. That's Amelie, and that's Jack, and this one right here is Gabriel, funny guy. Why?"

"Y/N," murmured Spencer to you, "those are the victims. The bodies that were found."

Suddenly, for the first time in so long, you stopped moving. Like, at all.

"What?"

"You didn't know?"

"I heard some rumors about one of the victims being my age, but... it can't be. Who would do this?"

"Y/N, I want you to tell us everything about Frank Downley."

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"And that's it, I mean, maybe some of the employers at the inn can tell you more about him. As I told you, I didn't know him that well. He never liked me, or anyone, in fact. He was always alone; he didn't talk in class; he would skip periods every now or then, but I truly don't remember anything more." You looked at Spencer. "I'm sorry."

"It's alright, Y/N, you gave us more than enough to understand him." That calmed voice again. "I bet you are busy with the found raiser stuff. Hey, do you mind if the team and I assist and watch the runaway?"

"You guys are more than welcomed."

At that moment, Charlie appeared and tried to pass between the BAU.

"Sorry to interrupt the Men in Black fan club reunion. Y/N, I brought my toolbox."

"Dirty!" You exclaimed in a joke, making Charlie roll his eyes. "The runaway is going to be in the event hall."

"Where the hell is that?" You sighed.

"I'll be right back. I'll tell Sergio to serve you some coffee, for every one of you," you told the team before looking at your friend Charlie. "Follow me, handyman."

Charlie looked at Spencer.

"Hey, Doc, I tried that physics thing for the dispenser at the diner and worked just fine."

"Glad to help, Charlie."

"Hey, I don't pay you to socialize," you defended as you walked away, Charlie following you.

"You don't pay me at all!" He defended.

The team looked over at Spencer. Your life was so clearly different from theirs, and Spencer knew that the team will realize the same thing.

"Well, there's that," whispered the doctor, standing up. "You already met her."

"Yeah, we did," agreed Morgan, "why didn't you want us to meet her before?"

"She's great, Reid," affirmed Emily, "a little bit unfocused, talks a bit fast, and clearly an extrovert, but she's sweet. And owns an inn."

"And she is gorgeous," added JJ, "why were you so nervous?"

Not even Spencer knew the answer to that question.

"She's different, you know? Her life is different than mine. She's continually moving. It's so difficult for me to make her stay still. She has to be doing something all the time. I've never seen her not talking, or not making random jokes and doing pop culture references I don't understand most of the time. Her life is so fast compared to mine that it's so slow. I don't know, maybe I thought you weren't going to see her the way I see her."

"Who cares what we think, Reid?" questioned Rossi.

"I do. I spend 24 hours every day with you, guys, you are my family. I care about what you think."

Morgan hugged Reid even though he knew Spencer wasn't much of a hugger, but he did anyway. And the rest of the team joined.

"I don't like this," mumbled Spencer.

"Shut up, pretty boy," shushed him, Morgan.

After a few seconds, they broke apart, smiling at each other.

"Let's catch this killer and go home," said Hotch softly, "but we can't leave without getting to know Y/N better."

"Yeah, you are already part of her family; it's time she is part of ours."

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"And that's how Spencer asked me to be his girlfriend. In this exact spot!" You exclaimed, pointing the counter of Charlie's diner. "As I was swallowing my cheeseburger."

"Well, that sounds romantic," commented Rossi, sarcastically.

"It was very poetic, Rossi, don't misjudge," you told him, making the man laugh. "It doesn't happen any day, and less in this smelly diner."

"Ok, out," interrupted Charlie, making everyone complain between laughs. "You are terrifying my costumers and insulting my diner."

"Weren't you hearing, Charlie Chaplin? I was just saying that Spencer asked me to be his girlfriend here. You should be proud that such an important event happened in your diner," you defended as Spencer kissed you cheek. You grabbed your now second cup of coffee and started drinking. "You should put it on the menu."

"That's it, don't talk to me for the rest of the night. You are giving me a headache."

"Mission accomplished then," you whispered with a smile.

"Is he always this serious?" Asked JJ, and you nodded.

"And you haven't seen him on Christmas. He is indeed the town's Grinch."

"They have a Hotch!" Yelled Rossi, making Spencer almost spill his coffee.

"Haha, hilarious," said Hotch with sarcasm, making the team burst into laughter

Spencer slowly leaned in next to your ear and whispered:

"So, do you like them?"

"Yeah, I have no idea why you were so nervous for me to meet them; they are great. You have a really nice family."

Spencer smiled, kissing your cheek softly before looking at the team again with happiness on his eyes.

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Not My Reality Part 2

Jensen Ackles x Reader

Story Summary: Y/N wakes up in a nightmare. Is it her new reality, or can she figure out how to fix it. How can she get pack to her husband Jensen?

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“Yeah, you’re married to me,” You retorted, angrily wiping away a tear. This day was completely destroying you, and you knew it was nowhere close to being finished. “We’ve been married for two years now. Living in Vancouver. Jared and I met when he was filming Gilmore Girls. Why can’t any of you remember this?”

Jared roughly took you by your shoulders, pushing you through the hallway until he forced you to sit down on the couch. Jensen followed along cautiously, perching on one of the arm chairs. “Jared, what the hell is going on?” He asked, and you wish you had an answer. 

Hastily wiping away another tear as it fell, you wrapped your arms around yourself, wishing they were the comforting arms of your husband. But he was looking at you as if you were crazy, and you knew that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon. 

“I have no freaking idea,” Jared answered, sitting down in the other chair, rubbing the back of his neck. “I was on my morning run, and found her standing in the park. She has no idea how she got here, or why. No money, no phone, anything.”

“Y/N, what drugs are you on this time?” Jensen asked, his green eyes searching your face.

“I’m not on drugs!” You exclaimed. “You of all people should know why I’d never do drugs!”

Both men looked at each other, completely exasperated. “Y/N, I really don’t know what’s going on. But Jared and I are so freaking tired of you and your escapades. You know very well that you’ve only been out of rehab for a couple of months. I was really hoping you would stay clean this time.”

This sentence was the final nail in the coffin. You were so lost, and alone, and had no idea what to do next. Your face crumpled as your chest constricted with fear and anxiety. Tears streamed down your face. “No, this isn’t real,” you whispered. 

With tears streaking down your face, you peered back up at Jensen, pleading for help. “I don’t know what’s going on, but that’s not me. Not the real me anyways. I would never touch drugs! You should know that. Not after Felicity had overdosed in college. I just want to wake up and this all be over.”

The two men stood up and headed into the kitchen, leaving you alone. You could hear their hurried whispering, but it was too soft to make out any of the words. Jared’s laptop was sitting on the coffee table, and you opened it. Quickly searching your name, you were dismayed at what you saw.

There were so many stories of you. About your guest appearances on Supernatural and other shows. But more than that, it was the stories about the rehab visits, and crazy stunts that you always seemed to pull. It was you, but at the same time it wasn’t. This you had shorter hair, and multiple tattoos. While Jared and Jensen continued to argue, you typed in Jensen’s name. Your heart shattered at what you saw. Jensen was smiling at a gorgeous woman, their arms wrapped around three beautiful children. 

“He has kids,” you whispered. In your reality, or whatever the hell it was, the two of you had just started trying for a baby. Which you think you had already succeeded, and had planned on taking a test that morning. Holding your hand to your belly, you scrolled through more pictures, trying to wrap your mind around this. 

Jensen came over then, closing the laptop and sitting down on the edge of the coffee table. “Listen, no more lies. Jared and I only want to help you. So please, tell me. Are you back on drugs?”

Shaking your head, your eyes filled up with tears once again. “No. I promise I’m not.”

He searched your face for a moment. “Jared, I believe her.”

“Then how the hell can we explain what’s going on now?” Jared asked, standing behind Jensen, eyeing you as if you were completely crazy.

“Listen, I know you’re not going to believe me, but I need to say this.” Taking a deep breath, you knew this was going to make you look crazier than before. “Please just listen. Give me a chance to explain.”

“Of course,” they both answered, but you could see the sceptisism on their faces, and you knew that no matter what you said now, they probably wouldn’t believe it. 

“I don’t know how I got here. I live in Vancouver, full time. With my husband, who happens to be Jensen Ackles,” you could see the raised eyebrow, but you continued. “Not this Jensen. My Jensen. We’ve been married for two years. I’m a regular on Supernatural now. Jared is my best friend, who introduced us. I haven’t had a glass of alcohol since college. No drugs. I was laying in bed with my husband this morning, and when I closed my eyes, everything changed. Now I’m here, confused out of my mind, and I just want to get home.”

“You’re acting as if this is an episode of Supernatural,” Jensen sighed. “But things like that don’t happen. Not in real life. Maybe you didn’t take drugs knowingly. Maybe it was a prank.”

“Look!” You exclaimed. “No tattoos. No piercings. I noticed a scar on my...her face. Do I have that?”

They looked you over closely, their eyes widing as your word sunk in. “Well, there...there has to be a reason behind that.”

“Yeah, and if you can figure that out, please let me know. I’d like to get back to my real life.”

Jensen and Jared continued to talk while you excused yourself to find the bathroom. You passed by photos. Photos of Jared and his family, photos of Jared and Jensen together. Not a single picture of you. 

Wiping away the tears that you couldn’t seem to stop from falling, you quickly did your business before joining the two men back in the living room. “Listen, we’re going to go to Jensen’s house. We’re going to figure this out, I promise.”

Anxiety had your knee tapping as you sat in the back of Jensen’s SUV. You nervously picked at the loose thread on your sweatshirt, having no idea what you were going to find there. If his wife was home. How could you just stand there and watch as she interacted with her husband. It should be you, getting ready to find out your news. Sharing what you knew was going to be good news with Jensen later that evening. 

The house was huge. Parking in the garage, Jared and Jensen quickly led the way, letting you follow behind. Pictures filled the bookshelves and walls as you passed. So many pictures of Jensen with his beautiful wife. His adorable kids. So much love between everyone. It created this large knot in your belly. “Y/N, come on,” Jensen muttered, leading the way into his office. “Dee and the kids won’t be home until this evening so we have some time to figure things out. What is the last thing you remember before the park bench?”

“Being in bed with my Jensen. Spending an intimate moment together,” You said, ignoring the raised eyebrow of Jared.

“So, wait,” Jared held up his hand. “Our Y/N has never seen you naked. Maybe there’s a mole, or scar. Something that would just prove she’s not lying.”

Jensen thought carefully, but you answered first. “Well, I don’t have the scar that this Y/N does. But my Jensen has a scar. It’s his inner thigh. About an inch long, and ragged. He got it from a barbed wire fence when he was 15.”

Jensen’s mouth gaped open. “I have that scar,” he mumbled. “And there is no way our Y/N would have known that. 

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Unlikely Lovers Chapter Six

And here we are half way through @beccabarba and my Nick series. Thank you for the support and positivity we have received we love this series so much. 

Warning: This one is a bit of everything. Dirty talk, F/M masturbation, little angry Nick, sub!Nick, bit of tying up and just general smut.  

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Incase you needed to catch up :) Also not planned, this one fits into the Masturbation square for @thatesqcrush summer bing

WC: 3850

Enjoy x

You decided to tell your friends in the squad first, to get used to talking about your relationship, before you told Liv officially. When you told Amanda, over drinks, she grinned and shook her head in disbelief.

“Y’all kept this from me. When did it start?” She turned her blue eyes on you. “Wait, it was that movie night, wasn’t it? When I couldn’t make it? Oh god, guys, that was weeks ago. And you know, I suspected something right away, but when you were so quiet about it, I thought I must be wrong! All this time…”

“Sorry,” Nick said with a little shrug, his hand on yours.

“Y’know, Fin said he thought you two had something. Ages ago. And I told him it wasn’t likely, you two? Nothing in common.” Amanda looked between you.

“I guess we found something,” you said, with a grin.

Amanda laughed. “I’ll just bet you did.”

You blushed at her tone. “More than just that,” you said, raising your eyebrows and trying not to meet Nick’s eye.

“Well, I’m happy for you. As long as you don’t make me feel like a third wheel at movie night,” she said.

“Cheers to that,” Nick replied, lifting his drink. “Keep quiet about it until I’m back from LA? That’s when we’re going to make it official.”

Amanda clinked her bottle against his, and nodded her understanding.

Nick’s departure for LA came around far too soon for your liking. You were very happy with the idea of meeting both Zara and Gil by video call, but you had to admit you were a bit nervous about Nick seeing not one, but two of his former partners. You were certain he was over Maria, but you were not entirely sure how he felt about Cynthia, and you didn’t like to press him for explanations. Not that you thought he still had feelings for her; you just weren’t sure how seeing them all would affect him on his return. He could be moody, prone to dwell on his misfortunes, and you’d enjoyed the way the weight had seemed to lift off him recently. You also knew he missed his kids and had definitely considered a move out to California on more than one occasion. You didn’t want to see yourself as in competition with them.

When you’d said goodbye in the early morning, before he jumped in an Uber to JFK for a 7am flight, he’d sensed your tension.

“Hey,” he said, tilting your chin so you were looking into his eyes. “I can’t wait for you to meet Zara and Gil. They’re going to love you. Maybe next time you can fly out there with me?”

You smiled. “I’d love that. But I don’t want to intrude, Nick. The kids, Maria and Cynthia, that’s a whole other part of your life…”

He stroked your head. “I love you, Y/N. You’re part of my life now too. And I’m not going to suddenly see them and not care about you, if that’s what’s making you look so worried.” He wrapped his arms around you and kissed your forehead softly. “I’ll miss you every day. And we’ll video call every night. Okay?”

You smiled and nodded. “Yes. I’ll miss you too. And I’m not worried, not really… I love you.”

“We’ll talk before you go to sleep?” he said.

“Of course,” you gave him another kiss, before he climbed into the car and you waved him off. You prided yourself on being independent, not needing anyone. But you had to admit to yourself that the idea of Nick being on the other side of the country made your heart ache.

It was 11pm in New York, and 8pm in Los Angeles. You’d been texting all day, just keeping in touch. Nick had gone straight from the airport to spend the afternoon with Zara, and Cynthia and Gil were heading up from San Diego the following day. You knew he was safe and happy, but tired after the flight, planning to sleep early. So, you were both already settled in bed when you picked up your phone to call him via FaceTime.

When the call connected, your screen was filled with Nick’s face and bare shoulders. He was clearly sitting in a hotel bed, leaning back against a beige fabric headboard, shirtless and with a shadow of stubble along his jaw. You couldn’t help a huge smile at seeing him, your heart flooding with warmth, and a throb of arousal pulsing through you. Seeing him looking at you from a screen was just a reminder of how handsome he was. You watched the smile spread over his face, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

“Hey, querida,” he said warmly.

“Hey, yourself.” You grinned, looking into his eyes through the camera. “Miss you.”

“Miss you too,” he said. “Really, more than I knew I would. It’s not even twenty-four hours yet…”

“It was strange not seeing you at work – or after work,” you added. Then you gave him a wicked smile. “But I need to know something…”

“Yes?” he tilted his head and narrowed his eyes.

“Are you naked, Nick Amaro?”

His face broke into a huge smile, and he glanced down. “No, I’m wearing boxers and I’m under the duvet,” he replied. You could picture his body so clearly.

“Shame.”

“Do you have something in mind?”

“Might do. But we should catch up…”

“Nothing to catch up on. I texted you everything, and I’m not doing anything new until tomorrow. All there is to do now is spend time with you, and sleep…” Even though the screen, his eyes felt as though they were burning into yours. So much emotion and arousal. “If I was there, we wouldn’t be sleeping…”

You narrowed your eyes at him, feeling the heat sweep through you. “So, what would we be doing?”

“I’d be kissing you and running my hands all over you,” his voice had dropped into a seductive whisper. “I’d be enjoying every curve…kissing your neck, just where you like it…” As he spoke, you could imagine exactly how it would feel.

“You know about that?” you said, in a breathy tone.

“I know all the places you want to be touched…and kissed…” he replied, and it sent a shiver through your body.

“I wish you could show me…” almost unconsciously, your fingers traced a path down your body, rubbing over your own nipples, down over your skin, to press between your thighs where you wanted him the most.

“When I get back, I will. Over and over. I won’t be able to keep my hands off you…” You were looking into his eyes in the screen, seeing the change in his face as he grew more aroused.

“Are you touching yourself, Nick?” you asked, even as your fingers teased in circles around your clit.

“What if I am? Are you?”

“I am,” you confessed. “I’m thinking of that big cock of yours, and how I want it in my mouth…”

Now Nick groaned. “I’m so hard for you, Y/N,” he breathed into the phone. You could see his movements.

“I’m so wet for you…” you replied. “Want to see?” You didn’t wait for an answer before you moved the phone down your body, giving him a view of where your fingers were teasing through your slick folds. The idea of him watching only increased your arousal.

“Mmm, yes, good girl,” Nick said in deep tones. Your breathing came faster and harder, as you moved the phone back up to your face.

“Your turn,” you said, giving him a naughty smile. He raised his eyebrows. “Please?” you added, your tone cheeky.

Nick nodded, and you watched the camera trail down over his toned abdomen, saw his boxers now pulled low, his free hand working his erection. You licked your lips at the sight. “I love your big cock,” you told him. “I want it filling my mouth…”

“When I get home, gonna fuck your face…” he groaned.

“Threat or a promise?” you managed. Your fingers, and his words were driving you closer, as he turned the camera back to his face, and you looked into his eyes, imagining his hands and eyes on you, thinking of that hand on his cock. Your orgasm was building quickly, the coil winding tighter.  

“Ohh, Nick…” you moaned.

“Going to come for me, querida?” he said, and you could hear how close he was from the strain in his tone.

“Yes…yes…” you managed.

“I’m going to come for you, Y/N,” he said, urgently. The idea of it was what sent you over the edge, breathing out his name as the pleasure burst through you.

“Mierda, Y/N,” you heard through the phone, as Nick let go, the image on the screen suddenly blurring as he dropped it, and you found yourself looking at the hotel room ceiling as you recovered, stroking yourself through the little aftershocks of pleasure.

Eventually, his face filled the screen again, a wide smile on his lips. “Even from the opposite coast, you’re amazing, Y/N,” he said.

“You too.” You put your fingers to your lips and blew him a kiss. “I really miss you…”

“You just miss my body,” he teased.

“That’s part of what I miss. But I wish we could just cuddle now.”

His eyes softened. “Me too. I’d love that…”

You talked quietly for a little longer, before agreeing you’d speak again tomorrow, and saying goodnight. When you went to sleep, it was with one of his t-shirts on the empty side of your bed, your fingers curled in the fabric.

**

Somehow, you got through the time that Nick was away. You had very friendly conversations with both Zara and Gil, and told Nick that he certainly made beautiful children. Seeing more of his life in this way, knowing that he’d told both Maria and Cynthia about you, your lives becoming more integrated, made your heart soar with emotion. In previous relationships you’d found this stage difficult; things growing more serious but without becoming dependent on each other, allowing each other freedom, yet your every moment growing entwined with the other person. But with Nick, it just felt natural. Each new step just made you happy, made you love him more.

When he came home, arriving on a flight in the middle of the day, you invited him over to your place that evening, saying you’d cook. In the end, you were delayed at work, and you found him waiting at the entrance to your building, a bouquet of flowers in his hand, and a very welcome grin on his handsome face. You raised your face to his for a kiss before you even entered the building. The feeling of his warm lips pressed to yours, his eyes locked to your gaze, his hand on your back as he deepened the kiss; it was all too much, everything you’d missed, and you couldn’t help a small moan of desire and relief to be with him again.

“I missed you too,” he grinned, his hand seeking yours and gripping your fingers in his, as you walked into your apartment building together.

You left Nick sitting on the couch with a drink, while you went to take a quick shower. You suggested getting takeout, since it was later than planned, and he was browsing the menu of your local Thai place. After your shower, you slipped into a comfortable, but revealing, red patterned dress, and chose pretty underwear, knowing your clothes were unlikely to last long.

Coming back into the living area, you found Nick perched on the edge of the couch, his drink on the table. His shoulders looked tense and he was frowning.

“Nick?” you said, instantly on edge at his change in mood. “What is it? Did work call, or something?”

“No, it’s not work,” he said. His words were soft, but his brow was furrowed. He looked as though he was trying to work something out.

“What was it then? You’re worrying me.” You walked over to him and put a hand on his shoulder. He tensed under your touch and clenched his jaw.

“You got a call to your landline,” he said. “I didn’t answer it, I didn’t think it was my place. But your machine caught it and the caller left a message.”

You looked over at the phone as if hoping for an answer. “And? Who was it?” You heard the note of irritation in your voice.

“I don’t know.” He looked at you properly, and he looked confused, possibly hurt, more than angry. “It was a man, saying that it was nice to see you the other day, and that he hoped you’d call him soon.”

A mixture of relief and hurt flared up in you, as you understood immediately. You looked Nick square in the face. “You do trust me, don’t you?”

Nick nodded, then swallowed hard. “Yeah, I do. I just…”

“Just nothing. Whoever it was, if you trust me, you know there’s nothing to worry about.” You glared at him.

“So who was it?” he demanded. He was still struggling to contain his emotions. And you knew it was his own insecurities, not his trust in you.

“It was my ex. I bumped into him in the street the other day. It’s been two years, Nick, and I hoped I’d never see him again. He was possessive, and creepy in the end. But I talked to him, I was polite. And I’m not sure I should have to explain myself…”

Nick nodded, listening. “And you gave him your number?”

“No, I didn’t. That why he called the landline, that number hasn’t changed. He doesn’t have my new cell number, he is blocked on all social media. It’s the only way he could reach me. I didn’t think he would.” You sighed. “I’m sorry, Nick. I didn’t mention it because I didn’t think it would matter.”

Nick drew a deep breath too. “Don’t apologise. It’s me who should, I don’t even know what I was thinking…” He was still sitting tense and upright, looking unhappy. You gave him a little smile.

“Thank you. But’s it’s okay. As long as you do trust me?”

“Absolutely I do,” he said. “Look, if you want me to go, I will…”

With that, you took a step over to him and put your hand on his shoulder again, rubbing down onto his chest. “I don’t want you to go anywhere,” you replied. “I want to show you how much I missed you.”

“You can’t be in the mood, after this?” There was a spark of hope and arousal in his eyes nevertheless.

“I am more than in the mood, Nick. Are you?”

“I am…if you’re sure…”

“More than sure. In fact, food can wait. Get up,” your last words were clearly a command.

“What?”

“Do as you’re told, when you’re given an order.” You gave him a wink. His face changed, arousal taking over from anger. He got to his feet. “Bedroom,” you commanded. He went. “Shirt off,” you called after him, following him, watching him peel his t-shirt up and over his head, throwing it on the floor.

In the bedroom, you located a tie he’d left at your place before his LA trip, and approached him with it in your hands. His eyes fell on it. “What are you doing?” he asked.

“Showing you how much I want you. And punishing you for thinking I might not be in the mood.” You grinned. “On the bed.”

Nick laid down on the bed, his eyes still on yours. You straddled him, still fully dressed, one leg either side of his hips, grabbing his strong, slender wrists in your hands and pushing them above his head. You wound the tie around them, and around your metal headboard, moving to run a hand down his body, feeling the rise and fall of his chest as his arousal grew. He looked up at you and wriggled his restrained hands teasingly. “So, what’re you going to do now?” he challenged.

You grinned big moving to stand up on the bed, your feet either side of him. You lent down resting your pointer finger on his chin, running it down over his chest before both your hands came to rest on your knees, you stood up straight and your hands started to slowly run up your thighs pushing your dress up higher. You looked down at Nick with a smirk, his eyes stuck on your body as you grabbed the hem, pulling the dress up over your head, throwing it on the floor. Nick groaned when his eyes landed on your matching set and you watched as he tried to pull his hands free from the tie.

“What I’m going to do now, Nick…” you hooked your fingers on the waist of your panties pushing them down and carefully moving one leg at a time to pull them off “…is show you how much I want you, all the time,” you purred.

Nick bit his bottom lip and pulled on the tie again as his eyes ran over your bare bottom half, seeing your shiny wet folds. You reached behind you, unclipping your bra and throwing it to meet your dress and panties on the floor before you sunk down to straddle Nick’s abdomen, between his belly button and jeans waist. You moaned softly at the feeling of his abs brushing over your clit and you lent forward, your tits in his face.

The tip of his tongue came out of his mouth to flick your nipple and you started to rock your hips over his skin, the sensation making you wetter then you were already. You locked lips with him for a brief moment, your tongues darting into each other’s mouths. You pulled away from the kiss and sat up and you groaned loud at the new pressure the change of the position had on your pearl. You knew it wouldn’t be long till you were pushed over the edge.

You ran your hands down over Nick’s chest and then ran them up to cup both breasts, squeezing them and tugging your own nipples. You looked down at Nick through your eye lashes, as his mouth dropped open, and his heavily lidded eyes were fixed on you,

“Yes baby, just like that. Come for me, amor. Show me how much you want me. How much you missed me,” Nick groaned out, trying to pull his hands free from the tie.

Your hands ran up from your breasts and into your hair, your hips moving feverishly over him, your wet coating his skin, almost enjoying his frustration while you reached your satisfaction. Your coil finally snapped and you threw your head back moaning Nick’s name loudly. You slowed your hips taking a deep breath and slowly moving down his body.

“Did you like watching that, Nick?” you settled between his legs as he spread them for you and saw the bludge in his pants. He nodded at you. “I’m glad. Looks like I made a mess,” you cooed.

You lent forward leaning down at the wet patch you left behind on his skin. You stuck your tongue out, flattening it and licking him clean. Nick squirmed against you, thrusting his hips into your chest, his own need to be touched almost too much.

“Don’t worry guapo, didn’t think you were going to miss out, did you?” you sat up, after kissing where you had licked up your mess, reaching down to his belt, undoing it, his jeans button and zipper. You tugged them down enough, with his boxers, for his hard weeping cock to spring free. You wrapped your hand around it, his pre cum covering your hand instantly, “I believe you promised you would fuck my face,” you smirked down at him as he threw his head back into the pillow, arching his back slightly. “I think it’s only fair, after I showed you how much I missed you, you show me.”

You parted your lips sinking down on Nick’s cock all the way for it to hit the back of your throat, and he let out a hiss as you gagged around him slightly. You made your way back up to his tip, hollowing your cheeks before you sunk back down on him again, his black curly hair tickling your nose, your own arousal building fast again,

“Babe-I…” Nick groaned “Fuck, you take my cock so good- I missed this, I missed you, so much,” Nick bucked his hips up into your mouth and you moaned around him, licking his tip like a melting ice cream, taking him fully back into your mouth and cradling his balls in your hand squeezing them gently. “Y/N- please baby, let me touch you, please,” Nick begged.

You made your way back up, grazing your teeth over him slightly and you wrapped your hand around him, stroking fast,

“One condition,”

“Anything,” Nick panted, tugging on the tie when you twisted your wrist around him.

“You are the only one for me, and I always want you,” Nick nodded, “You never forget that.”

“Yes, always. Now, please, baby, untie me,” Nick groaned, back arching off the bed.

You reached up without stopping your actions on his cock, grabbing the tie with your free hand, tugging it and it came loose. You moved back down between Nick’s legs taking him fully back into your mouth as he quickly pulled the tie off his wrists throwing it on the floor and his hands found their way into your hair, both of them resting on the back of your head.

As you sunk back down to his base, Nick held your head there and he started to roll his hips up into you urgently, one of your hands cupping his balls again, your eyes watering as he hit your throat, and saliva running out of the corners of your mouth. You felt Nick’s legs tense, one hand balled into a fist in your hair, when a loud roar of your name filled the room and his hot salty cum ran down your throat. You felt his hands leave your hair and you rose up, your lips still around his softening cock sucking up the rest of his release, pulling off with a pop and sitting back on your haunches, wiping your swollen lips dry with the back of your hand.

Nick sat up taking you into his arms, his arms wrapping around your middle and his lips crashed on yours kissing you deeply, your hands resting on his chest,

“I missed you baby,” Nick pulled back, brushing your hair behind your ears.

“I missed you so much.”

“Next time I go to LA, you’re coming with me.”

“We will see what Liv has to say about that,” you giggled cupping his cheek running your thumb over it and he laughed “But I would love too.”

“As soon as we get in tomorrow we will talk to Liv and fill out the paperwork.”        

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The Diner

Word Count: 3,623 (decidedly NOT a drabble...it got out of control and I won’t apologize.) Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: Angst, Theft, Fluff Beta’d By: @princessmisery666​ - thank you my love

A/N: This was requested (kind of?) by my amazing and wonderful Name Twin @amanda-teaches. I hope you like this babe! (And I promise I’m working on the other still) I know these are called “Merry Manda’s Christmas Drabbles” and literally NONE of them are Drabbles...but I’m lazy and haven’t changed it in the 4 years I’ve been doing these. So...Sorry? (I’m not, actually. I’m not even sorry a little bit.)

The bitter chill of winter air cut through the leather of Bucky’s jacket as he stepped out of the car. He’d briefly considered taking his bike for the evening but had thought better of it. Though now, he was grateful he’d spared himself that torture. Shivering, he wondered if getting out on this frigid night was even worth it at all. 

“Fuckin’ hate the cold,” he muttered, the words crystallizing in the air as he shoved the keys into his pocket and began making his way to the door. 

After Steve went back in time to return the stones - and himself - to their proper place, Bucky felt lost. He’d known Steve’s intentions - even supported them. Didn’t mean it didn’t hurt like hell.

He and Sam had gotten along better than Bucky would have guessed at the jump. They’d actually grown code enough, Bucky might even go as far as to call Sam a friend. Sure, they still had their moments of friction, but overall they worked well together. Sam was a damn hard worker and made him laugh, despite the obvious pain Bucky saw in his eyes. He missed Steve too. Whether they admitted it or not to themselves - certainly not out loud - they needed each other. 

But sometimes Bucky just needed some time to himself. 

That was how he’d wound up here the first time six months ago. It had been Steve’s birthday and even though Sam had invited him along to go see his old friend, he’d declined. He hadn’t been ready for the reminder of what kind of life he’d missed out on. So instead, he’d chosen to go for a drive with no real destination in mind. Not long into the trip however, he’d gotten hungry and stopped at the first place he saw. 

The diner was small; cramped and slightly dingy, with scuffed linoleum floors and cracked booth seats. The menus felt sticky and none of the dishes matched, but the coffee was perfect. Hot, dark and slightly burnt; just how he liked it.

If anyone had recognized him that first day, they didn’t say anything. He was used to his fair share of open stares and the odd murmuring of worried voices wherever he went. But not here. Here, he was just Bucky - cup of coffee, no cream.

Bucky fell in love with the place immediately and it soon became his little home away from home. A place of refuge he could escape to when things got too heavy or his thoughts got too loud. Or, like tonight, when he just really, really wanted some of that amazingly shitty diner coffee.

The cold air that enveloped Bucky sloughed off as the diner door shut behind him, quickly replaced by the warm scent of coffee and whatever Mel was frying in the kitchen. He’d been there less than a second and he could already feel himself begin to relax. 

A quick scan of the space showed no signs of anything out of the ordinary. Well - not really. A few weeks back, someone had decorated the counter top with a small, fiber-optic Christmas tree and a Santa figure that looked nearly as old as the place itself. Meager as it may be, it made the place feel festive. 

The old jukebox in the corner - usually churning out songs by Chuck Berry, Elvis and The Temptations - hummed holiday tunes and voices that made him remember Christmases long since past. Before the war, before HYDRA, before the snap...when he was just a charming blue eyed kid from Brooklyn, looking out for his sisters and his annoyingly stubborn best friend. Bing Crosby's soothing timbre always brought back fond memories of his ma's cooking and the squeals of delight from the girls when they woke Christmas morning.

His moment of reverie was broken, however, by the sound of another familiar voice. 

“Hey Bucky. Merry Christmas!” Y/n smiled and Bucky briefly thought of the prospect of making new Christmas memories to settle alongside those from so long ago.

Y/n followed him with a steaming pot of coffee as he took his seat at his usual booth. She filled the cup to the very brim before leaning against the back of the seat opposite of him.

“Merry Christmas, y/n.” Bucky wrapped both hands around the chipped porcelain mug. “I figured you’d have the night off, bein’ the holidays and all.”

In all the months he’d been coming here, he’d only ever seen her face bright and full of joy. She was sweet and kind and always made a point to have a chat with him about anything and nothing when she had a moment to spare. If he was being honest, part of the pull he felt toward this place was because there was a good chance he’d get to bask in her glow, if only for an hour or two.

But now, the smile on her face drew tight and the light in her eyes dimmed. In an instant, Bucky was filled with a pang of regret. Before he could find the words to apologize, her features melted back into place. He wondered if the cheeriness she tended to exude was simply a mask that he’d failed to recognize. 

“Girl’s gotta make a buck somehow, right? Just the coffee tonight?”

Bucky paused, the cup halfway to his lips as he thought about it. 

“Actually, I think I’m craving pie.”

Y/n nodded approvingly. “Well lucky for you, we have lots to choose from. Pick your poison.” 

Savoring the delicious burn of the first sip of liquid gold, Bucky smacked his lips and tipped his head to one side. “How about you surprise me? Bring two slices of your favorite?”

“Coming right up!”

Bucky watched as y/n made her way behind the counter, setting the pot back on the warmer and moving to the fridge where they kept their pies. Propping a fist on one hip, y/n pursed her lips as she surveyed the options before her.

Bing's voice filled the comfortable silence as he crooned "White Christmas".

“Heya, Buck!” Mel’s voice drew his attention and he turned to find the greying head of the diner’s owner peeking out of the kitchen window. "Merry Christmas!"

“Merry Christmas yourself, Mel. Surprised you’re even open tonight.” 

“Everybody’s gotta eat, even on Christmas Eve.” Mel grinned. “Besides, who else is gonna let your ugly mug drink all their coffee for a buck and a half?”

Bucky scoffed and shook his head. “You oughta be grateful I even come in and pay for this sludge, Mel. I could just stay home and drink my own damn coffee.”

“And yet here you are,” Mel quipped back, his gaze flicking to y/n as she approached Bucky’s table with two slices of pie. Mel winked at Bucky before disappearing into the kitchen.

Bucky’s face flushed at the not so subtle implication. And yet, here I am, Bucky thought as y/n set the plate in front of him.

“Chocolate cream pie, huh?” Bucky quirked an eyebrow at her. “I woulda pegged you for a cherry kinda gal.” 

“Guess you woulda been wrong then, Sarge.” Y/n shrugged, a smug smile on her lips. “Enjoy!”

Y/n turned to head back to the counter, but Bucky caught her wrist gently. As she turned around, a spark of something between fear and confusion flashed across her face.

“Now where are you going?” Bucky let go of her wrist and motioned at the seat across from him as he continued. “Thought we were gonna have some pie?”

Confusion won over as she narrowed her eyes at him. “You’re gonna have some pie. I gotta get back to work.”

Bucky gestured around the nearly empty diner, his eyes wide with feigned innocence. Only one other table was occupied - a young couple, too giggly and twitterpated to notice anything other than each other. “I dunno. Looks to me like there’s not much work to be done at the moment. And besides, you really think I could eat all this by myself?”

Y/n planted her fist on her hip again and rolled her eyes. “Something tells me you definitely could.”

Gasping in mock offense, Bucky pressed his hand to his heart. “Even the notion! And on Christmas Eve, no less…”

Scoffing, y/n held up her hands in surrender. “Alright, fine. Let me go get a cup of coffee and I’ll join you. But only because it’s Christmas.” Y/n shook her head warily as she walked back behind the counter.

He didn't even try to fight the pleased smile from his lips as he tapped the side of the mug with a vibranium finger. “Maybe just bring the pot?” Bucky called before draining the last of his cup.

A dull thunk against the warped tabletop nearly startled him and he looked up to find y/n already settled across from him, the coffee pot between them.

“Already ahead of you, Bucky.”

Bucky grinned and nudged a napkin wrapped fork in her direction as y/n poured a cup of coffee for herself and refilled his. 

“So…” he began, unfurling his fork and immediately scooping up a large bite of pie and jamming it into his mouth.

Y/n’s eyebrow quirked and she paused, fork poised midair as she responded - “So?” - before copying his action, albeit with a slightly smaller bite. 

“That’s some damn fine pie.” Bucky licked his lips and hummed in delight as he took another bite. “So, what’s the story?”

Y/n set her fork down and wiped her napkin over her mouth. Bracing her elbows on the table and wrapping her hands around her coffee, she tipped her head to one side.

“What’s what story?”

Bucky at least had the manners to swallow before taking a drink and leveling a measured gaze at her.

“Earlier, your face dropped when I mentioned you working tonight. What’s that about?”

Perhaps at some point in Bucky’s long, long life he’d have danced around the question. But lately he found himself growing more and more blunt. Why not just cut right to the chase without all the benign pleasantries?

Y/n blinked and cleared her throat. “I...uh...I don’t know what you mean.” She smiled at him, though her lips seemed forcibly stretched around her teeth.

Leaning forward, Bucky shook a gunmetal grey finger at her. “Nope. Not gonna cut it. Something’s bothering you, and I wanna help. If you’ll let me.” He sat back, running a hand through his recently shortened locks. “God knows you’ve listened to enough of my bullshit to last a lifetime.”

Tentative fingers wrapped around her fork as she began swirling the tines through the whipped cream of her mostly-uneaten pie. Bucky watched as she distracted herself with the sugary concoction. 

“It’s,” she cleared her throat, gaze still trailing the swirls made with her fork. “It’s my brother. He got himself in trouble with some pretty brutal bookies. He came around last week asking for cash; I guess he’s in pretty deep. I gave him the little bit of savings I had, but I guess it wasn’t enough.” 

Bucky’s body went rigid and he felt the anger building in his veins. He was thankful her gaze was still downcast, because he imagined the look in his eyes was pretty dark. 

Y/n swallowed, setting her fork down with a soft ‘clink’ against the plate. “I came home from work a few days ago and he’d come in and stolen anything he thought he could get some money out of. I dunno; guess he pawned it or something.”

Small whirs and barely audible clicks of metal on metal filled the silence between them as Bucky’s fist clenched nearly as tight as his jaw. He knew she probably didn’t hear it, but to his heightened senses, it sounded like a blaring siren. Schooling his features and relaxing as best he could, he took an extra moment to level the tone of his voice.

“Your brother robbed you to pay off some bookies?” 

Y/n eyes shot up, meeting his and widening suddenly as realization struck her. “Shit, I didn’t...please don’t…” She sucked in a shaky breath.

Bucky placed a hand over hers, surprising himself for a second before shaking his head. “Hey, hey. It’s ok.”

Hanging her head, she sighed. “Sometimes I forget who you are. You’re just Bucky, to me. I shouldn’t have said anything. I didn’t mean to put you in any kind of awkward situation being an Avenger and all…”

Her rambling died as Bucky’s hand tightened around hers reassuringly. 

“I think knowing I’m ‘just Bucky’ here is one of my favorite things about coming here,” he offered her a lopsided grin as she met his gaze through watery lashes. “I’m just worried about you. You didn’t do anything wrong, darlin’.”

Releasing his hand, she sunk back into the faded pleather booth and wrapped her cardigan around herself.

“I know. I’m fine. Really.” She picked at an invisible thread on her sleeve. “I mean I can do without a TV or a computer, but he took all the presents I bought for the kids down at the rec center. I’d been saving all year to be able to do something nice for them.”

Bucky’s face flushed with renewed anger. How in the hell did someone so kind and generous and wonderful as y/n wind up with such an asshole for a brother?

“Excuse me, miss?”

Y/n looked as caught off guard as Bucky felt when the young couple from the other table called for her. They seemed hesitant to even disrupt the obviously tense situation. 

“I’m so sorry to bother you, but we’re gonna miss our train if we don’t leave soon.” 

“Oh no, no, no. You’re no bother.” Y/n sniffed and pasted on a smile as she slid out of the booth and met them at the counter. “I’m sorry I didn’t check on you sooner.”

Their conversation faded into the background as Bucky’s head buzzed with all the ways he wanted to make y/n’s brother pay for hurting her so badly. A voice in the back of his head - one that sounded entirely too much like Steve’s star-spangled-ass for his liking - told him to calm down. It was obvious y/n loved her brother, and anything Bucky’s scrambled mind could come up with to deal with him would definitely end up hurting her more. 

So, rather than plotting revenge, Bucky pulled out his phone instead. He began clicking away furiously and got so lost in his mission, he missed the sound of y/n’s footsteps as she neared. The feeling of a warm hand against his shoulder made him jump, the device thumping to the table, narrowly missing his now-cooled cup of coffee.

“At ease, Sarge. It’s just me.” Y/n chuckled and patted his shoulder. “I didn’t think it was even possible to scare you.”

Bucky’s face twisted in smug defiance. “It’s not. I was just distracted, that’s all.” He snorted in derision. 

“Uh-huh.” Y/n’s lips pursed, clearly trying to fight a smile. Bucky wished she wouldn’t; he’d give just about anything to see her face light up again. “Well, I’ve gotta go clear their table and start getting things shut down for the night. I just wanted to thank you for listening to me and for always being so...well...you.”

The sound of Bucky’s heartbeat roared in his ears as she leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss against his cheek. 

“Merry Christmas, Bucky.”

----

A loud, almost violent-sounding banging on the front door woke Bucky up with a jerk. He scowled, eyes squinted against the faint golden rays of morning sun peeking through his curtains. The clock on his nightstand seemed to mock him with bright, bold, red numbers declaring the time to be 6:48 am.

The banging started again, somehow more violently. Muttering curses under his breath - mostly aimed at Sam for deciding to spend the holiday with his family down south, thereby leaving him to deal with whoever was currently trying to break down the front door - Bucky stumbled out of bed.

Another rapid series of knocks came to an abrupt stop as Bucky swung the door open. The venomous glare melted from his face as soon as his eyes met y/n’s.

“Y/n? What are you…”

His confused mumbling was cut off as y/n pushed inside and began pacing the length of the living room. She looked upset; angry even. Which Bucky could understand, at some level, as he, too, was none too pleased with being conscious at this god-forsaken hour. He watched her silent pacing with a sleepy sort of curiosity, expecting her to either start yelling or crying at any second. When a minute or so passed and she’d done neither, he tried again.

“Y/n? What’s wrong?”

The pacing stopped suddenly as she whirled to face him. The fire burning in her eyes was slightly off putting and not something he was used to seeing from her.

“What’s wrong?!” She stalked towards him. “What’s wrong is that I was woken this morning by a burly man named Carl - who smelled of cheese and tequila and told me he had a load of packages waiting for me in his truck. I was seconds away from calling the cops when he told me that it had all been paid for by someone named J. Barnes.”

Bucky’s head fell forward, a funny heat creeping up his face. A particular plank of flooring had suddenly become incredibly interesting.

Y/n scoffed. “I was confused at first, because I don’t know any J. Barnes, right? Except I do, don’t I James.” 

The sound of his given name fell from her lips in a sort of disdainful disbelief that made Bucky’s head snap up. 

“Y/n listen…”

“How did you even know where I lived? Are you some type of creepy stalker customer? I never asked for...I didn’t…” y/n huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. “I didn’t tell you that story so I could be seen as some charity case!”

Bucky held his hands up and took a slow step towards her. When she didn’t step back, he continued to approach her cautiously.

“First off, I know you didn’t. I didn’t mean for it to come across that way. I was only trying to help.” He now stood only a foot away, and made no move to come closer as he continued. “I’m not a stalker, either. I only had EDITH look you up and send the address straight to the delivery company. I specifically told her not to give it to me.”

“Who the hell is Edith?”

Bucky sighed, “It’s not a who, it’s a what. It’s Stark’s AI. The narcissistic bastard called it EDITH - ‘Even Dead, I’m The Hero’.” Bucky rolled his eyes, though he couldn’t help the twinge of pain at the thought of Tony. One of Bucky’s biggest regrets was not being able to make peace with the man before he sacrificed himself against Thanos.

Y/n frowned, opening and closing her mouth a few times. Bucky took a chance and stepped forward, placing his hands gently on her elbows.

“I’m sorry, I swear I was just trying to help. When you said your brother stole all the gifts you’d bought for the kids at the rec center, it made me think of my sisters. There were a few Christmases when my ma couldn’t afford presents and it broke my heart for them. I was just a kid back then and I couldn’t do anything to help, but now I have the means and I just...I just want to help.” 

Without warning, Bucky found himself engulfed in y/n’s arms. Her face was warm against his bare chest and he blushed, just now realizing he hadn’t bothered to put a shirt on. He pushed aside his own discomfort and wrapped his arms around her, squeezing tighter when he felt her body begin to convulse with silent sobs.

They stayed that way for...well, Bucky wasn’t sure. It could have been a minute; it could have been an hour. But eventually, her tears subsided and she pulled back, wiping her face and not meeting his gaze.

“Thank you, Bucky” Her voice was so quiet when she spoke, Bucky wondered if he’d only been able to hear it because of his enhanced hearing. “But I can’t accept it. It’s too much, I can’t ask you…”

“You didn’t. I wanted to. For you and for those kids. Every kid deserves a present at Christmas.”

Y/n shook her head, eyes still glossy, though her lips curved in a sweet smile. 

“You’re too precious for this world, you know that Sarge?” She sucked in a deep breath. “Ok, fine, but on one condition.”

Bucky frowned. “Condition?”

“Yes. You have to help me deliver them.” Y/n crossed her arms again, a challenging glint in her gaze. “But you should probably put a shirt on first.”

Bucky cringed. “Yeah, sorry about that.”

“Don’t be.” Y/n’s eyes widened as though she hadn’t meant to speak the words out loud. 

Bucky fought the urge to make a smug remark and chose instead to ignore it and save her from any further embarrassment. Though he did catalogue that to contemplate later.

“Alright. Let me get changed and then we can get going.”

Bucky smiled and started toward his room, but stopped to face y/n again.

“Oh and y/n?”

Y/n looked at him and Bucky pretended not to notice the way her eyes trailed over his bare torso before she met his eyes.

“Hm?”

“Merry Christmas.”

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Ready For Love

Warnings: Bad sexual pun (but it’s not, it’s f-ing hilarious), Impala!Sex - I think that says it all right there

Summary: Once Jensen’s parting gift form set arrives in Austin, he plans a night 

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 1305

Written for: @emoryhemsworth​ and this request I took from her: Picture this: Jensen knows the reader *loved* Dean and Anna’s love scene in the Impala, so he surprises her and they recreate it... for real this time. 😉   No, my requests are not open, please do not ask.

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As a reminder, this is a work of fiction and should be regarded as such. No harm is intended toward the actor(s) or their families.

“She’s here! She’s here!” Emmaleigh, their excited four year old, jumped up and down at the front window. 

“Calm down, baby girl,” Jensen laughed as he entered the front room, their two year old son, Tristan, settled on his hip. 

“What is all the commotion about?” Y/N asked slowly descending the staircase. 

“She’s here, Mama! Baby is here!” Emmaleigh squealed. 

“I know you’re excited, Emma, but we need to wait, okay?” Y/N explained to the child, before turning to her husband. “Let me take this one, and you can head out. We’ll be out as soon as she is settled.” 

“I’m so stoked!” Jensen pumped his fist as he passed their son over to her and rushed out the front door. 

Y/N laughed, shaking her head and talking to their children. “I don’t know who is more excited, Emma or Daddy.” 

“Daddy!” Tristan shrieked, squirming in her hold. 

It took several, long minutes before the delivery company had the pristine 1967 black Chevrolet Impala parked in their driveway, giving their neighbors plenty of time to congregate outside with their morning coffee and watch as the beauty was dropped off. As soon as the truck cleared their property, Emmaleigh was out the front door, jumping into Jensen’s arms as he walked around the seventeen foot length of the ebony beast. 

Y/N could hear Jensen talking to their daughter. “She has a 502 big block V-8 engine, powered by 550 horses…” 

“Daddy, where are the horses?” Emma looked up Jensen with matching green eyes filled with curiosity and confusion. 

“Oh baby girl, they aren’t real horses,” Jensen laughed. “It’s about power, little one. I’ll teach you all about it when you’re older.”

“Can we go for a car ride, Daddy?” Emma asked, quickly forgetting the things that no longer interest her.  

“Not yet, Emma. Baby doesn’t have the right seatbelts in the backseat for you and your brother, but soon, okay? I promise it will be soon,” Jensen set her back on the ground as Y/N joined him at the front of the car. 

“So, they really let you have her, huh?” Y/N whispered, in awe that “Baby” was sitting in their driveway.

“Yeah, it was part of my release contract. You know I didn’t ask for much, but I wasn’t leaving this show after fifteen years without bringing Baby home to my baby,” Jensen pulled her into him, caging her body between his legs. 

“No, Daddy!” Tristan pushed both his hands into Jensen’s face. 

“Yeah, okay, little man,” Jensen tugged the toddler from his wife’s arms, setting him down to play with his sister and the drawing chalk. Y/N turned to head back inside, when a strong grip on her wrist stopped her, pulling her back into her husband. “But you and me? We got a date tomorrow night, Mama.” 

“Oh, we do, do we?” Y/N grinned ear to ear, throwing her arms loosely around Jensen’s neck. “Maybe I have plans.” 

“Or maybe, I made better plans. And got a sitter,” Jensen whispered, pulling her a little closer, so as not to be overheard by little ears. “You up for a little game of hide the angel grace?”

Y/N felt her skin flush as her body heated from the inside out. Jensen Ackles was the hottest thing she had ever laid eyes upon and he knew her deepest fantasy. The one that didn’t involve her husband, but the fictional character he played for fifteen years, and a red-haired angel in the back on the very 1967 Chevy Impala they were leaning against now. 

“Don’t tease me, Ackles. Payback's a bitch, buddy,” Y/N pulled back, looking deep into her husband’s forest green orbs. 

“Oh, I ain’t teasing, Baby. I am one hundred and ten percent serious. Drop the kids off at the Pads, do a little hill country driving, just you and me? What’dya say?” Jensen dropped his voice, looking into her eyes. 

“Oh my God, you are serious,” Y/N gasped as she took in Jensen’s expression. “Oh hell yes!” 

Jensen packed the children and their bags in the overly safe family vehicle and drove them over to Jared and Gen’s to spend the night. He started planning this night for her, for them, since he got the delivery confirmation that the Impala had started her trek from Vancouver. He even went back and did some research, rummaging through his wardrobe in an attempt to get everything perfect for her. Down to the last detail. 

With dinner and refreshments packed, he waited nervously for Y/N to come down the stairs. He wasn’t nervous being with her. No, intimacy had also come easy for them, but planning this night, wanting it to live up to her expectations, that is what had him on pins and needles. He turned, hearing the soft click on her boots on the hardwoods, and couldn’t believe his eyes. The woman that approached him was his wife, but could have been a stand in for ‘Anna’ from the outfit, to her naturally red hair. 

“Wow, you look…” Jensen gasped as she reached him. 

“We’ve never done any role playing before, so I thought this would be fun. Too much?” Y/N asked, her eyes searching his, looking for any indication that she had gone too far. 

“Hmm, no, you look the part, but even more beautiful,” he assured her. “Ready?”

“Like you wouldn’t believe,” she agreed. 

“Oh, I think I’ve got a pretty damn good idea,” Jensen mumbled. 

“This isn’t as spacious as it looks on television,” Y/N admitted, trying to get comfortable in the backseat. “Is this...pleather?”

“No, it is not pleather; it’s the factory original vinyl,” Jensen laughed, sitting back on his heels, his head slightly bent. “Here, try laying back on the blankets.”

“Ever the gentleman,” Y/N giggled, as she scooched down, her head resting on the nest of blankets Jensen had packed. 

“Well, it’s what Dean did, and he had way more experience with this than I’ve had in my life, so I figured…” he revealed, blushing slightly. “Oh, shit! I almost forgot!” 

Jensen pulled his phone from the front pocket of his jeans, pressing a few buttons until the car was filled with the sounds of Bad Company’s ‘Ready for Love.’ He placed the phone in the back window. “There, that’s better.” 

“Come here, baby,” Y/N whispered, pulling him down to her, their lips meeting in the dark. 

Jensen slotted his body between her legs, their hips colliding, grinding together as they sought friction from the other. He pulled back, admiring the beautiful woman beneath him. Unbuttoning her blouse, her eyes met his in a silent plea. He removed his shirts, anticipating the feel of her skin on his.

He slid his hands up, popping the button on her jeans, and peeling them from her legs, all the while keeping his eyes locked on hers. A smile slid across her features as she sat up, switching spots with her husband. She slowly removed his jeans, feeling him hard and bare beneath her. It was a powerful feeling, having him at her mercy in this cramped space. She used that power within her, to roll her hips over his, his stiff length pressing against her deliciously. 

Lowering her head, she captured his lips once more as she tilted forward, allowing him to slip inside her. She held him there, stretching her open as she panted his name until it became a moan from her lips. “Jensen. Jensen. Jensen.”

“Baby, I love you so much,” Jensen groaned as he slipped further into her, joining them together wholly. The windows were misty from their efforts, shielding them from view, but they only existed in this space, with one another. They only existed because of the other. 

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May I PLEASE have a Sonny Carisi x reader fic where they're fake dating?! Thank you in advance my lovely ❤️

Undercover

A/N: What? Two Sonny fics back-to-back? That’s right! I love this trope too damn much, and I was done with the whole “home for the holidays” cliche, so this is different. Also, the second-hand embarrassment in the beginning killed me. Hope you enjoy, Karen, and thanks for the request @the-baby-bookworm <3

Tags: none, just fluff

Words: 1640

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You had an arm wrapped around Sonny’s waist, his arm around your shoulders, as you walked through the park. You chuckled lightly, pretending he had said something funny as you both moved closer to the perp you were tailing.

“He’s heading for Alice,” Fin’s voice came through your earpiece. But that was the plan; Alice was the bait to draw out the man who had assaulted her. On a different trail, you saw Amanda stretching in her tracksuit, subtly watching the perp. You and Sonny moved closer, making sure Alice wasn’t in harm’s way, that you could grab this guy if anything happened.

And then, someone cut off your line of sight. “[Y/N]?? Hey! How are you?! And who’s this??” they asked. Your eyes focused, and you panicked; it was your cousin.

“Shhh! Abby, not right now,” you whispered, trying to look to see if the perp had heard any of this exchange. So far, it seemed like you were still in the clear.

“Is this your boyfriend??” she asked, looking Sonny up and down. He grinned nervously, trying to be polite, his eyes still trained on the perp.

Fin’s voice came over your earpiece. “What’s going on? Who is that?”

“Abby, look, this is a really bad time—” you started before she cut you off.

“He’s cute, though! Good job, [Y/N]! You have to bring him over for dinner though!” Abby was gushing, her voice getting louder and louder. The perp turned and looked over at the three of you, and you gave Abby a huge smile, playing the part.

“For sure! I’ll bring Dom over later…tonight work?” you asked, trying to just get rid of her now.

Sonny, sensing your plans, pulled you closer, kissing your temple. “Yeah, I’d love to meet some of your family, babe.”

Abby smiled. “Tonight sounds perfect! 7 o’clock work?”

“Yep! Bye now,” you said, just as the perp started walking down the trail again. You and Sonny pushed by your cousin, keeping on his trail. Sonny quirked an eyebrow at you, but you simply shook your head; you’d explain later.

 ********************

Thankfully, the run-in with your cousin didn’t blow your undercover, and you were able to apprehend the perp. But by the time you caught him, made it back to the precinct, interrogated him, and sent him to processing, you had completely forgotten about the encounter with your cousin in the park.

After filling out the paperwork for the arrest, you made a cup of bad, precinct coffee and downed half of it in one gulp, making Sonny chuckle as he watched.

“What’s so funny?” you asked, raising an eyebrow playfully.

He grinned. “I’ve never seen anyone actually drink this sludge, let alone that much.”

You opened your mouth to reply but stopped when your phone chimed with an incoming text. Brow furrowed, you glanced at it, seeing it was from your cousin, Abby, reminding you to come over at 7pm. You let out a groan. “Fuck, I forgot about dinner at my cousin’s place!”

“Oh shit, I did too…have you told her I’m not actually your boyfriend? That we were undercover?” Sonny asked, leaning back in his chair.

You shook your head slightly. “Nah, Abby’s kind of an airhead. I don’t know if she even knows what the word ‘undercover’ means….”

Sonny was silent as he thought this over. “So…” he started. “Are we going undercover at your cousin’s place?”

You swallowed at what he was suggesting, touched that he would do this for you. There was no rescheduling when it came to Abby, no explaining things away. You’d have to go to this dinner, and you’d have to bring Sonny. Even if you did tell her you weren’t dating, she’d still insist you were, tell everyone in the family.

“Even if we did, this means my whole family’s gonna be asking about you,” you murmured, staring at your half-empty coffee.

“And if we blow off this dinner?”

Your cheeks burned. “Then the rumors Abby would spread would be a hundred times worse…and the family would still be asking about you.” You remembered the last time you were late bringing an ex over, and Abby not-so-subtly tugged the collar of your shirt down, looking for hickeys.

Sonny chuckled. “Well, I guess that leaves us no choice, now does it…honey?” He grinned at you, his eyes crinkling in that way they do when he’s amused, and you shot him a playful glare.

“I’ll owe you cannolis for a month,” you promised, and he laughed, shaking your hand, and sealing the deal.

 ******************

You and Sonny stood on the doorstep of Abby’s brownstone, waiting for her to answer the door after you knocked. “Thank you again for this,” you murmured, heart in your throat.

“Of course. We’re partners. I’d take a bullet for ya…or pretend to be your boyfriend for a dinner,” Sonny replied, making you laugh.

“Glad those are on the same level for you,” you rolled your eyes as the door opened.

“[Y/N]! Welcome! And Dom!” Abby greeted, and you furrowed your brow, trying to remember if you really called Sonny be his first name in the park. You normally referred to him by his last name only. Guess you were sticking with Dominick tonight.

Abby moved out of the way, letting you enter her place. “Thanks for having us over,” Sonny said, smiling.

“Nonsense! I’m happy to meet [Y/N]’s…friends,” she gave you a knowing look, and you grimaced. “She’s always so busy with work, I’m amazed she has time to date!” You groaned and Sonny chuckled good-naturedly. “So! How’d you two meet?”

 ***************

Abby’s husband came home soon after you had arrived, their two children with him. Then dinner was served. Abby never stopped asking questions, and to Sonny’s credit, he answered everything thrown at him—mostly about his family and life. He answered truthfully, neither of you really lying, even when asked “couple” questions. When asked how long you’ve been together, you were able to answer how long you were partnered at SVU. Having worked so close for so long, spending many days and nights together, meant you could answer pretty truthfully, even if Abby didn’t get that you weren’t really dating. Your only issue was catching yourself almost calling him Carisi, which only happened a few times, and you quickly corrected yourself. Otherwise, you answered everything perfectly. Except for one question, asked after dinner, when Abby was watching Sonny play with the kids.

“So, any talks about marriage?” she asked, sipping on her glass of wine.

You choked on your own wine, putting the glass down as you coughed. “Ah, no—not yet,” you sputtered.

“Well, you should get on that. I mean, look at him,” she said, gesturing at Sonny. One of the kids, the five-year-old girl, pushed his chest, and he dramatically fell backwards onto the floor, making both kids squeal with laughter.

You grinned at him; it was adorable watching Sonny with the kids. This wasn’t the first time you thought your partner was cute, but it hit…differently this time. Your cheeks burned as you caught yourself starting to feel…no. You stopped the thought right there; you were not falling for him.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” you replied, finishing your wine. “Well, it’s getting late.” You walked over to Sonny, helping him up off the floor. He got up, pulling you close, placing a kiss on your cheek, and your heart stuttered.

“Ready to go home, love?” he asked, nuzzling his nose into your hair, his arms wrapping around your shoulders.

“Yep! Let’s get out of here,” you replied, squeezing him to you before pulling away. “Thanks for dinner, Abs; it was delicious. Nice seeing you, too, Jake.” You hugged them both while Sonny high-fived the children, then said goodbye to Abby and Jake. Placing a hand on your lower back, he led you out into the night, heading towards his truck.

“Thank you again for tonight, Dom,” you said once you were far enough away from Abby’s place.

Sonny grinned at you, and you melted. Fuck, you really were falling for him. “Of course, doll. I had a lot of fun tonight, undercover or not.”

You climbed into the passenger side and Sonny slipped into the driver’s seat. He turned the engine on, but didn’t move to put the truck in drive, instead gripping and regripping the wheel nervously. “Listen, [Y/N]…would you, uh, like to go out for coffee with me sometime or something?” he asked.

You turned to look at him, dumbfounded. “Like…like a-a date?”

Sonny swallowed. “Y-yeah…I mean, if you wanted…. Look, just forget I asked—”

“I’d love to,” you replied, smiling.

He looked at you, eyes wide before he broke into a wide grin. “Okay, great. That’s…that’s great.” You both sat there for what seemed like forever, just grinning at each other like idiots. “Oh! I guess I should take ya home, huh?” Sonny asked, his cheeks going red.

You laughed. “That would be nice, yeah…. It’s been a long day.”

“Yeah, it has…but a good day.”

“A fantastic day,” you agreed, making his grin grow. You had butterflies in your stomach as you thought about going on a date with Sonny, your heart fluttering. Your heart full on stopped when he parked in front of your apartment, though, pulling you in for a chaste kiss over the center divide of his truck, his face beet-red after he realized what he did.

“I’ll text you tomorrow,” Sonny said in a small voice, leaning back in his seat and looking embarrassed.

You smiled, leaning over and kissing his burning cheek. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow then.” He watched you leave his truck, waiting until you made it through your front door before driving away. You smiled to yourself, thrilled about going out with your partner, excited to wake up in the morning.

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walking disaster : d.d

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED UNTIL AUGUST. Please do not send one in right now, as I can’t get to it sorry guys. 

brief summary: your day is just not going to plan at all, and to make matters worse you’re stranded in the city in david’s tesla, alone after his tires were cut. could it get worse? the answer is yes. 

word count: 1.5k requested: yes by the sweetest anon, sorry again for how long you’ve waited. but i hope you like it! warnings: none that i’m aware of!

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As if your day couldn’t possibly get any worse, by some force of fate, it did.

You overlooked waking up with a headache, thinking it was due to the intense screen time from last nights editing session and carried on with your morning. However, when your meeting with a brand and your manager got pushed forward two hours, you were in a rush.

David watched mindlessly as you ran around the house, grabbing your things and making yourself look presentable whilst chugging a litre of water.

“You want me to drive you?” David suggests as you finally pause by the front door, grabbing your car keys.

Looking back, you smile sweetly at your boyfriend still in his PJs holding a go-cup of coffee in his hand for you.

“I’ll be okay, thank you though, Dave.” You walk over, kissing him quickly before taking the cup and walking out the door.

As the front door closes behind you, you check your phone to see the location of the restaurant you’ll be going to before sitting in your car.

“Okay, I’ve got an hour to get there.” You mutter to yourself as you turn the car on, only to see several warning signs cross your dashboard. “Fuck.” You rest your head against the wheel, hearing the prolonged beep before David walks out to see your head down in your car.

Interrupting our internal monologue of doom, David knocks on the window. “You wanna take my car?” David dangles his keys you sigh, climbing out of the car and wrap your arms around him loosely.

“Thank you, boo.” You mumble into his chest as he rubs your back before pulling away. “I’ll be careful, I promise.” You tell him, watching as he nods along.

“I know you will, just take it steady, don’t speed and have a good lunch.” David squeezes your hand lightly as he places the keys into your palm before retreating back to the house, leaving you to take his car.

Arriving at your lunch meeting on time was a miracle, and thankfully your headache started to die down.

Walking through the doors after the valet took David’s car, you let out a sigh of relief to see your manager sat at the bar.

“Hey, Amanda.” Amanda immediately twirls in her chair with a bright smile before embracing you into a hug.

“Thank god you’re here! Try this it’s delicious.” Amanda beans as she passes you a glass of something with bright eyes.

Sniffing it, you quirk an eyebrow before lowering it to the table. “I’ll pass, thanks.” You chuckle whilst Amanda shrugs a shoulder before taking another sip before the brand rep walks in.

*

With a smile on your face, you leave the restaurant with Amanda babbling on about the opportunities that’ll come from this brand, but all you can focus on is the group of people surrounding the valet.

“What’s going on?” You speak up as you approach the valet driver who stands guard whilst all these kids turn around with wide eyes upon seeing you.

“Y/n! Oh my god, where’s David?!” A series of shouts suddenly surround you as Amanda is swept away, leaving you isolated as the valet driver hands you David’s key.

“He’s not here? Seriously.” One girl scoffs loudly as you climb into the driver's seat, that familiar pounding in your left temple returning as you hear kids and teens alike shouting through the windows and laughing at something.

Closing your eyes momentarily, you start the car up only to see a warning flash onto the display screen.

“You’ve got to be kidding.” You groan seeing two of the tires have been cut.

Turning your head, you look out with annoyance as fans continue to film you whilst you’re sat in the car.

You try your best to block them all out as you dial David, who picks up after almost five rings.

“Hey, how was lunch?” David asks happily, pausing as he can hear the background noise through the line. “Are you alright?” His tone changes to one of concern, and as he listens to a prolonged sigh coming from you, it says more than words need to.

“Your tires have been cut, I don’t know if it happened on the way or after I left the car, but they’re going to need fixing.” You explain, wishing you could just be back home, lying in bed with the curtains closed and in the comfort of your boyfriend's arms.

“I’ll come and get you, Natalie!” David yells for Natalie, but you quickly interrupt him.

“Dave, it’ll only make matters worse, trust me.” You tell him, knowing if he turns up alongside Natalie, you’ll never have any luck getting out before sunset. “I’ll call triple-A, and go get a coffee.” You rub your eyes, feeling tiredness building up as you force back tears.

“Are you doing okay?” David speaks softly, and you wish he were beside you now more than ever as you shake your head.

Clearing your throat, you lick your lips as you glance over to see several fans right by you, phones in hand as some wave and others converse. “I’ll be fine. I just need to get out of here.” You admit with a watery laugh, a sound that breaks David’s heart.

“Stay safe okay? I love you.” He looks up to see Natalie in his doorway, phone in hand with a frown on her lips.

“I love you too.” You reply with a small smile before hanging up, dialling for assistance whilst you turn the music up in the car, hoping to drown out the fans just for ten minutes.

Lowering his phone, David sighs. “What’s up, Nat?” David mumbles through his hands as he buries his face in them, hearing the rustling of Natalie sitting down on his bed.

“You might wanna see this.” She passes her phone across to him, and David can feel his heart sinking at the footage displayed on Natalie’s phone.

It’s a series of fans filming you whilst you’re sat in David’s Tesla, hand resting on your forehead as you try to block them out. He can hear them talking about you, making comments that boiled his blood.

“When was that posted?” David questions as Natalie takes her phone back.

“Ten minutes ago.” Natalie responds, and immediately David is on his feet. “David, you know it’s better to stay here.” Natalie follows after her best friend, tugging on his arm, but David pulls his arm back, carrying on.

“I can’t see her like this, struggling and alone with fans like that. You know how they can get.” David retorts, and Natalie simply nods. “You coming to help me or staying here?”

Sighing, Natalie slips her phone into her pocket. “Which car are we taking then?”

*

Pulling up down the road from you, David whistles at the sight of all the fans still around his Tesla. “And she’s inside?” Natalie pitches in, snapping David from his thoughts as he simply nods.

“Triple A is on their way, that much I know.” David sighs as Natalie turns the engine off, and as the car door opens on her side, some fans already catch on and run in their direction.

“Oh my god, it’s David and Natalie!” One girl screams, your ears perking up as you look through your rearview mirror, seeing the pair as they smile and wave to various fans.

Around you, the car is now clear and you let out a sigh of relief, sinking further into the seat.

Looking down at your phone, you can see a new text from David.

‘I’ll be over shortly, just sit tight baby. triple a are coming, nat will drive you home’

Reading the message felt like a wave of relief, the land of comfort won’t be too far off in your future. “Hey?” Turning your head, Natalie is stood by the passenger door, fans a few feet behind her as you unlock the door, allowing her to slide in.

“Hey, Nat.” You can’t help but chuckle at the situation, forgetting how often they all deal with this. “Just your average Tuesday, right?”

Natalie smiles, nodding along. “You wanna come home now?” She asks and you nod eagerly. “Come on then, David said he’ll stay put, chat to the fans til triple A arrive.”

Making your way out of the car, you keep your head down as you rush toward Natalie’s car, her hand in yours to guide you. “Y/n?” You pause as you reach the car, looking over your shoulder to see David smiling softly to you. 

No words are said as he simply nods, watching as you mirror the action before climbing into Natalie’s car and driving away. 

Through the side mirror, you see David wave to you before carrying on his interaction with the fans whilst you close your eyes, welcoming a bit of quiet after your disaster of a day. 

[avengerscompound]

The Tower: Family - 9

The Tower: Family An Avengers Fanfic

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Pairing:  Avengers x OFC, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)

Word Count: 2443

Warnings:  Pregnancy, mentions of past child abuse

Synopsis: With new powers, Thor now living on Earth full time, a wedding to plan, and Natasha and Wanda expecting, a lot is changing for Elly and her large and rather unconventional family.  When Elise’s parents try to reestablish connections, Elly questions what being a family actually means.

Chapter 9: Ghost of Family Past

It wasn’t long before I felt settled in the new place.  I loved the house out at the compound and I was glad we had it, but it had been so large that it still felt a lot like a hotel to me.  This new layout at the tower and the familiarity of being in the place where I’d spent so much time, I felt at home.  Not to mention it was nice being in the city again.  We could order in food, something that had been impossible out at the compound.  It was great having the big meals where we arranged them all by type and then just took what we wanted again.  People had gone back to stealing things from each other’s plates.  All these little habits that had been a huge part of our collective lives were coming back and I loved it even after a few days.

Things quickly found their rhythm too.  Natasha and Wanda’s morning sickness was hitting hard in the morning so they were generally staying home.  Wanda was in full nesting mode.  She was spending a lot of time with the kids and looking at baby clothes online.  Natasha was working in the office, going over mission briefings, and compiling intel.  She also was adamant that we did not take the kids out without her, so she would finish work in the afternoons and take them and anyone else that wanted to go to the park and the library for storytime.  Her new cloaking powers meant that they were going to be able to live a fairly normal childhood in the end.  Or at least, paparazzi free.

I was mostly spending my time between the lab and home and planned to keep it that way as long as I could.  So far I wasn’t getting any morning sickness.  I was still really only barely pregnant, so all those signs hadn’t kicked in yet, though I was expecting them to start soon.  Mostly I was just relaxed and enjoying life returning to normal.

Bucky had booked Tyr and Spotty in to be groomed and the two of us went to take them to the groomers during our lunch break one day not long after getting back.  It was the first time I had gone out without Natasha since the wedding and so my first experience with the paparazzi after they got word that I had married Tony Stark.

They had been grouped around the front door and security had to push them back as we made our way out with the dogs.  Mostly they were calling out my name and asking about the wedding.  Some seemed to be trying to make Bucky angry for some inconceivable reason.  Yelling out to him about being a second choice.  Luckily he was good at keeping his reactions neutral.  He just put his arm around me and pulled me a little closer.

“Should have gone out the back,” I said.

He shrugged.  “They’re around there too.  Just ignore them.  You’re all glowy so the pics are gonna be nice.”

I giggled.  “‘Cause that’s what I care about.”

“Just keep walking, don't engage.  Security will keep them out of arm's length and if they get past them, they won’t have any arms when I’m done with them,” Bucky said.

“Bucky!” I scolded.

He chucked and rubbed my shoulder.  “I was kidding.”

“How long will we have to worry about them?”  I asked, looking back over my shoulder at the crowd following after us.

“They’re just greedy ‘cause they don’t get how the wedding thing worked.  They’ll get over it soon.  It’s not like they’re gonna catch us going out that way very often,” Bucky explained.  “If it makes you feel any better, the dogs think they’re fucking annoying too.”

I laughed.  “Oh no, babies,” I cooed and reached down and scratched Spotty’s back.

“You better pat Tyr too,” Bucky said. “He’s jealous.”

I bit back more laughter and pet the Cavalier awkwardly as we kept moving.

“Elly!”

The use of my less formal name by someone in the crowd drew my attention and I turned to see who had called out.  The voice was familiar too, and yet it wasn’t until I saw who was calling out to me that I recognized who it was.

“Elly, please.”  My younger sister was being held back by two security guards, looking at me imploringly.  I hadn’t heard from any of my family in years.  I had kept in touch with my sisters for a little while after I ran away from home, but when they started dating what my father would have considered the right people and I remained the black sheep.  The last time I spoke to any of them was around the time I had been kidnapped by Madame Masque and only then was I calling my father once a month so he wouldn’t send out the police to find me.

“It’s alright,” I said the security.  Bucky looked at me confused.   “It’s my sister,” I explained quietly as they let her through.

He nodded.  “Keep walking,” he said, his voice low and serious.

I started walking again letting Amanda catch up to me.  I wasn’t sure what to say to her.  Or why she was here.  It wasn’t like people hadn’t known where I was for the past six years.  I’d been in the media on and off since my first date with Tony.

“Tell us what you want,” Bucky said as she pulled up next to us.  There was a growl in his voice.  He was angry and protective and worried Amanda was here to hurt me.

“It’s okay, Buck,” I said rubbing his hip.  “Let her say what she wants to say.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t keep in touch,” Amanda said.

“I didn’t exactly keep in touch either, Mandy,” I said.

She shrugged a little.  “I know but I was the one that stopped first.”

I could feel Bucky tensing more and more as we walked.  I slipped my hand into his back pocket and looked up at him.  “It’s okay,” I said quietly.  He scowled at me and nodded but he didn’t relax at all.

“So… what?”  I asked.  “You suddenly got into the mood to make amends and you thought rather than calling or reaching out to me online you’d stalk my home?”

“It’s not like that,” Amanda said.  “You cut us all off when you started -” she waved her hand in the direction of me and Bucky.  “-all of this.  We haven’t been able to get through to you.”

“We?”  I asked, not sure who exactly she meant by ‘we’.  Then the rest of what she’d said sunk in.  “Wait… what?”

“Mom and dad.  They’ve been trying to get through to you, but they can’t get past your security,” I stopped walking and it took a few steps for either Buck or Amanda to realize I wasn’t with them anymore.

“El?”  Bucky said, turning back to me.

“Why wouldn’t I have been told that my parents were trying to get in contact with me?”  I asked.

Bucky shook his head.  “I don’t know, doll,” he replied.  “Would you want them to?”

“I - I -” I shook my head, trying to clear it.  My brain was a jumble of thoughts that involved my abusive parents trying to get back into my life and my overprotective spouses not telling me shit that directly involved me again.  “How long?  When did they first try?”

“We need to keep moving, El,” Bucky said.

“When?!”  I shouted.  The paparazzi had all started taking pictures in a frenzy like this was the best scoop they’d ever gotten.  Bucky moved to me quickly, putting his arm around my waist.

“Come on, darlin’.  Not here,” he said quietly.

I nodded and we started walking again.  “When was it?” I asked again.

“When they read about the wedding,” she said.

“Oh, that’d be right,” I snarked, rolling my eyes. “And you haven’t thought about me at all?  You have a niece and nephew and it didn’t cross your mind.”

“Well, so do you,” Amanda retorted.  “You’re hardly in a position to judge me for that.”

“You have kids?”  I asked, frowning as I looked her over.  She looked a lot like me.  Her hair was cut short, in one of those ‘I want to speak to the manager’ styles, and she was dressed in a grey skirt suit.  But aside from the styling differences between us, there was no mistaking this woman was my sister.

“Yes, three,” she said.  “And so does Olivia, and so does Ian.”

“Right,” I said.  “I’m sorry.”

We’d arrived at the dog groomers and Bucky turned to Amanda.  “Wait here,” he growled.

Amanda drew herself up, obviously not used to being ordered around by random strangers.  “Now listen here…”

“No, you listen to me,” Bucky hissed.  “You ambush us while we’re out walking the dogs and you think you get to run the show?  I don’t fuckin’ think so.  You’re gonna wait here while we drop our dogs off and then we’ll talk.”

Amanda took a few steps back like she was facing a wild animal.  Bucky put his hand in the middle of my back and guided me inside.  “You okay?”  He asked.

“I … I don’t really know,” I admitted.  I didn’t know how I felt.  It was a mess.

“Tell her to fuck off then,” Bucky said, picking Tyr up and putting him in my arms.

“She wasn’t the one that hit me, Buck,” I said.  “She was a kid in that house too.”

“Right,” Bucky huffed.  He picked up Spotty and we carried them to the counter.  We checked them in and were given some paperwork and a time to pick them back up and Bucky took me aside.  “Alright, this is what we’re gonna do.  We’ll take her to that bar on the corner.  Get something to eat and get to the bottom of why exactly she’s here.  Then we’ll get the dogs and go home and you can think about it, alright?”

I nodded.  I couldn’t fault the logic.  He went to move and I grabbed his arm.  “Why didn’t anyone tell me they were trying to get in touch?”

“I don’t know, El,” he said.  “I promise if I did I’d tell you.  I’m guessing either Steve or Tony said not to let their calls come through, or they just haven’t got that far into the messages while we were away.”

“Right,” I said.

“You can ask them tonight,” he said.  “It’s gonna be okay.  I promise.  I’m here.  You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”

I nodded and we went out to find Amanda.  She was waiting with our security detail and Bucky approached her.  She took a few steps back, and I saw that same kind of terror in her eyes I always felt when I knew I was in trouble.  It made me feel sick and I hurried up to Bucky and took his elbow.  “Mandy,” I said quickly.  “Can we have lunch?  Talk this over?”

Her eyes flicked from Bucky to me and she nodded.  “Yes.  Yes, please.”

We walked down to the bar in silence, me clinging to Bucky’s hand.  We were given a booth in the back and some of the security took a booth near us, while others waited outside.  After a quick peruse of the menu, Bucky went to place an order for us.  I wanted nothing more than to order a whole tray of shots and just drink myself into a coma, but thankfully rationality won out.

“Ended up with someone just like dad after all, didn’t you?”  Amanda snapped when Bucky went to the bar.

“Bucky is nothing like our father,” I hissed, balling my fists under the table.

“Right, looks it,” she snarked.

I clenched my jaw as I tried not to completely lose my temper.  I wanted to just yell at her that she didn’t know him and she didn’t know me.  That I hadn’t ever felt safer with anyone than I had with the people I was with.  But there was no point.  She had her idea of what he was like and while he was in angry protective mode, that wouldn’t change.

“Why are you here?  Really?” I asked.  “And why now?”

Bucky returned to the table with a number, a glass of white wine for Amanda, a beer for him, and a pineapple juice for me.  He sat close to me, putting his arm around my shoulders and resting his hand on my hip.

Amanda’s eyes flicked to Bucky and back to me and she let out a breath.  “Mom and dad asked me to come.  You’d blocked them on most things, and they tried calling the Avengers people, but they weren’t getting through.  They want to see you.”

“Over my dead body,” Bucky growled.

“Buck, honey.  I really need you to not do that,” I said.  He huffed and took a drink of his beer.

Amanda took a sip of her wine and fiddled with the glass.  “They did think about it when you were pregnant.”

“But they waited until I got a rich husband, huh?” I snarked.

“They’ve changed, Elly,” Amanda said.  “Dad’s mellowed out.”

I shook my head.  “Uh-huh.  And the fact they’ve chosen now that I’ve married one of the most famous billionaires to get in contact is a coincidence.”

Amanda sagged a little and blinked her eyes.  “Elly, I know it was harder for you than the rest of us.  I know that when you ran away they just wrote you off.  When it came out you were in this big -” she waved her hands again.

“Polyamorous.  The word you’re looking for is polyamorous,” I hissed.

“Right, that,” Amanda said.  “He completely lost it.  Said it was going to look bad on them.  That if people found out he’d lose his position.”

“You’re not spinning it in his favor there, Mandy,” I deadpanned.

She sighed.  “I know, but… he’s your dad.  And they’re your kid’s grandparents.  They’re really good grandparents.”

Bucky stiffened up.  “If you think for one second, I’m letting my kids near that monster…”

Amanda leaned over the table and put her hand on mine.  “Please, Elly.  Consider it.  For me.”

There was a fear in her eyes and I looked down.  There was a thread that joined me to her.  It was very faint and hard to see with all the other much brighter ones.  I looked at it and I knew… we were family and I was going to have to meet with my parents.

// NEXT

[sirowsky]

The Flowers Always Know

Description: When a mad scientist uses you as an experiment while you’re on holiday, the Heroics only just manage to save you. And in your recovery you become very close to the leader of the group. (Slow burn)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Language.

Link to Masterlist

Comment: Another day of side-effects where my head really hasn’t been in the game. But a little fun stuff to pass the time has managed to crop up. 

So sorry for the tease ending... I blame the headaches.

Chapter 27

  The Chef, Greg, had personally brought you extra leftovers during the five weeks you were living in the cell, training and learning about your abilities. He knew about your abnormal energy-consumption, and had become concerned when you never ordered more than a double portion of food, no matter how exhausted you were.   So, he’d come to give you the leftovers one evening, and you’d explained that it felt like you’d be stealing from others that might need it, if you ordered six or even eight portions.   After that, he’d begun saving all the leftovers every day, and bringing you that for the extra portions you otherwise wouldn’t have ordered.

  “I may have to make Greg my Best Man.”

  “He’d probably decline. He’s nice, but he does have standards.”

  “Ouch…”

  “He doesn’t know you, Cujo.”

  “Okay, seriously, what is up with that?”

  “It’s just an accurate description.”

  “I am not a fucking dog.”

  “Yes, you are. It’s just that, ordinarily, you’re a puppy. You just have that lovable puppy-face, with the eyes and the grin that can melt the coldest of hearts. And then, you bare your teeth and growl, and you look fucking terrifying.”

  “I do?”

  “Um – yes. Unequivocally – yes. It’s amazing.”

  “Wait… you like my Cujo-quality?”

  “I like that you have that side, when you need it. I like that it comes out almost exclusively to protect the things you love. And I have to admit that I like the fact that even the remotest possibility that William actually had tried something, elicited that kind of a response from you.”

  “I was a little shocked at how strongly I reacted to that. Just the thought… I would’ve killed him, if he had. Not because you… belong to me. But because you were weak and unable to stop anyone that might have tried. Thank god William’s even more of a puppy than I am.”

  “Will is more of a Greyhound.”

  “What?”

  “Yeah, you know – sleek, effective, streamlined.”

  “Okay, let’s just drop the whole dog-topic already.”

  “And, just for the record – of course I belong to you. Ass-hat.”

  He practically beamed at you.

  “Ditto. Mama bear.”

  You’d been talking while walking back from lunch, and when you got back to your office, Anita was there. Just standing in the middle of the room, with her signature scowl in full effect.

  “Hi, mom. Wow, you’re actually in the office, it must be serious.”

  “Fifty noise-complaints in the last hour – is serious.”

  You both stopped smiling, and threw a nervous glance at one another, but she just huffed and turned to you.

  “Have you had yourself checked out by medical, yet?”

  “No… why would I…?”

  “Because human beings don’t possess the biological imperative to breed, to the point where their libidos take control of their bodies.”

  You had actually checked both your offices for cameras and microphones a good while back, and found nothing. And there weren’t any fucking flowers in your office!

  “How the hell do you know that? Seriously… How?”

  She just rolled her eyes.

  “Get your ass down to medical. Now.”

  “No.”

  “Excuse me?”

  “Whatever it is, I feel fine now, which means they probably wouldn’t be able to detect anything abnormal, so I’m gonna finish my work for the day, and then I’ll go to medical.”

  You walked over to your desk as you spoke, and as you sat down, you remembered something.

  “And by the way, where you in charge of selecting my substitute while I was gone?”

  “Yes. Petra wasn’t ideal.”

  “You don’t say. If I’m ever gone for an extended period of time again, no one sets foot in my fucking office. Got it?”

  “Did you just try and give me an order, loco?”

  “I’m not trying anything. I’m telling you. No one.”

  She threw you a kinda skewed smile and then turned around to leave. But as she crossed the threshold she stopped and looked back at you with pure steel in her eyes.

  “4pm. If you’re not at medical by then, I’ll drag you there by your ear.”

  “Try it. Please.”

  She left and you sighed and looked at Marcus, who had sat down on the couch again, one arm draped over the backrest while he’d watched you take on Máma.

  “Are you absolutely sure you feel fine? Because I’m all kinds of hot and bothered right now.”

  “50 noise-complaints, Marcus. That’s half the damned building.”

  “And like I said: fuck ‘em.”

  “Please go away so I can think.”

  “Only if you promise to call me the moment you feel any amount of craving. I’m serious.”

  “You think I want to feel like that again? Of course I’ll call, and you’d better pick up. I don’t care if HQ’s on fire.”

  “You have my word, famb.”

  “You know, your list of nicknames is getting a bit ridiculously long.”

  “Oh, I haven’t even started on the real one’s yet.”

  “Real ones?”

  “Prometida, esposa, amada, mi corazón…”

  “Okay, okay, have as many as you like, jeez.”

  “Which one’s your favourite?”

  “You already know.”

  He got up from the sofa and came over to kiss you before he left. His lips lingered long after the kiss ended.

  “Hermosa…”

  He was intoxicating. You put a hand up on his chest and pushed him away gently.

  “Get out of here, gorgeous. Mama’s got work to do.”

  “Oh, that’s mean. You know how I love it when you talk all husky like that.”

  “I’ll call you if I need you.”

  He walked away looking disappointed, but also kind of expectant, like he was looking forward to getting you back later. You smiled and shook your head after the door closed behind him.

  You did get a lot of work done after that, and even if you were still miles behind from catching up to where you’d been 7 weeks ago, it still felt good to have gotten back on track. Especially on what had been possibly the weirdest day of your life. Which was saying something.   Your libido stayed calm and behaved for the rest of the workday, but you did see Anita’s point in getting yourself checked over, and so you were planning on going to the med-bay.   But at 3:30 you were working on your computer, looking up rare metals for an upcoming build, and you sort of stumbled over a site for wedding-rings.   You were just gonna take a quick peak, scrolling through the various options, and getting progressively more worked up as you saw the price-tags.   You were just about to leave the page and go back to work, when an ad in the corner popped up.

  Wedding-dresses.

  Fuck.

  You clicked.

  “If you thought I was kidding about the ear, you were sorely mistaken.”

  You startled at the sound of her voice, and a puff of energy escaped you, sending papers flying everywhere.

  “Thanks a lot, Anita. Why don’t you give me a heart-attack while you’re at it?”

  “Don’t be so dramatic. It’s not my fault you were so engrossed in that screen you didn’t notice me. What were you looking at, anyway?”

  Had half an hour already passed? You just clicked on that ad a second ago… And why was she looking at you like that?

  “Just research.”

  “Mhm. Let’s go.”

  “Alright, just let me get these papers off the floor.”

  As expected, since the event seemed to have passed, the medical exam didn’t reveal anything, and Anita seemed unnecessarily peeved about that.

  “What are you so upset about? What exactly did you think they’d find?”

  “Nothing. Never mind.”

  “Never mind, my ass. You all but dragged me to this exam, and now you’re disappointed. So, spill. What’s the deal?”

  “I just hoped that maybe… you increased enthusiasm was…”

  “Was…?”

  “Alright, most women experience increased sensitivity when they’re pregnant. I just wanted to be sure.”

  You sort of half froze midway through pulling your pants back on, and your hands involuntarily went to your abdomen.

  “Oh… I never even considered…”

  “I’m sorry, niña. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

  “No, I’m not upset. God, I don’t even know what I am.”

  You finished dressing and sat down on a chair, letting your head fall into your hands.

  “Eight months ago, I was just a designer, going on a fucking vacation. Now, I don’t even know what the hell I am anymore, much less what to do. Every time I think I’m starting to get a handle on things, something else happens and I’m lost again.”

  She tapped your leg with her cane, ushering you to look at her.

  “What you are, is my son’s fiancé. My granddaughter’s adoptive mother. You’re smart, highly capable and stubborn, kind and caring, but abrasive when the situation requires it. You’re everything you need to be. And that’s all you ever really need to know about yourself.”

  You drew a deep breath.

  “Do you think he made the right choice? With me?”

  “Yes. Yes, I do.”

  “Thank you.”

  You called Marcus to let him know how the exam had gone, and he was just about to pick up Missy, so since you had your own car you told him you’d race him home.   But you decided to stop by Amanda’s house on the way. You wanted to talk to both of them, but her place was closer.

  When you walked in at home, Missy was in the living room playing a video-game with Noodles, A Capella and Wild Card. It had been a while since she’d had any friends over, and you smiled when you saw how much fun she was having.

  “Hey, Alma! Wanna see me crush these guys for the second time?”

  “Any day of the week, angel, but I gotta talk to your dad right now.”

  “Okay, suit yourself!”

  You laughed and walked into the kitchen to find him opening pizza-boxes and distributing slices onto plates.

  “Hey, sweetheart, sorry, this wasn’t planned, they just spontaneously asked if they could come over as I was picking her up.”

  “Honey, why are you explaining yourself?”

  “I don’t know… it’s just, with the weird day you’ve had and how you seemed a little down after the exam, I thought that maybe you weren’t quite in the mood for a house full of teenagers.”

  “No matter how I feel, Missy’s entitled to enjoy herself with her friends. I would never wanna deprive her of that.”

  “No, I know. I just worry about you.”

  “Yeah, I do too, sometimes. But that’s usually when I remember I have you, and it all feels better.”

  He smiled and asked you to help him carry out the food to the living room, and once you’d done that, you sat down at the dinner table to eat yourselves.

  “So… I may have googled wedding-dresses today.”

  He beamed.

  “Really? Did you manage to narrow down any preferences? Don’t give me any specifics, by the way.”

  “I did, I think. Or, at least, I found a lot of stuff I didn’t like, so I guess that helps. I don’t know, I feel like I need to see them, touch them, to actually get a sense of what I like.”

  He beamed even more.

  “I really like the sound of this. I’m sure Amaire would come with you if you asked.”

  “Yeah, I kind of already asked them to, this weekend.”

  He was fucking radiating joy at that point. He got up and took your hand, leading you to the bedroom and closing the door behind you.   Then he reached into his pocket and fished something out. His smile turned just a hint of insecure, as he held up the ring he’d chosen for you.   It was gold-plated steel, with a single row of small diamonds sunk into the centre of the band all the way around. A sturdy and solid piece that wouldn’t break or lose its shape.   While you admired it, he started trying to explain his choice.

  “I know you’re not much of a jewellery-girl, so I figured we’d skip the whole engagement ring plus wedding-band. You can wear it right away if you want and then just take it off before the ceremony, or you can wait and put it on then, either way is fine with me. That is, if you like it? If you don’t, we’ll take it back and you can pick something else. It just felt right as soon as I saw it. You’re not the frail silver band type of person, and I know you’d only get annoyed with a big rock getting in the way and getting caught in stuff. You work with your hands and so I figured something sturdy but elegant. I have a matching one just without the diamonds. Please say something before I pass out from oxygen-depravation…”

  “I love it.”

  “Really?”

  “Yeah. Really.”

  You both beamed.

  “Can I put it on you?”

  “You better.”

  He slipped it on your finger and it fit perfectly. And for the first time it really sunk in that you were gonna marry this man. The love of your life.   It felt like a really long time until the kids went home and Missy went to bed, with her headphones on.

  “I totally forgot, we need to go bed-shopping, honey.”

  “I don’t know, a mattress on the floor might be preferable until we know the extent of your ‘heat-situation’.”

  “Mm. Good point. Although, breaking in a new bed is always fun.”

  “Hermosa.”

  “What?”

  “Stop talking and get undressed. I’ve been waiting for this all night.”

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