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narcissistshandler · 3 days ago

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Hello, can you do Vinny Hong X Male Reader,where the reader is much bigger than Vinny (around 8 inches) and after Vinny is very cocky with the reader, he fucks Vinny hard as a form of punishment. (With multiple orgasms, overstimulation, belly bulge and dumbfication). Please! It's very difficult to find Windbreaker X male reader.

𝗕𝗔𝗥𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗧𝗘𝗘𝗧𝗛

pairing. vinny hong x male reader

warnings. top!amab reader, bottom!vinny, anal sex, spit used as lube, dumbification, degradation + praise kink, slightly dubious consent, overstimulation, belly bulge, outdoor sex, slight size difference, size queen!vinny, reader and vinny are both mean, takes place right after vinny leaves Hummingbird

a/n. That's me. The person who disappears for months and reappears with 2k of smut. This almost became feminization with an crazy obsessive reader, but I managed to get myself back on track. I hope you like it and as usual: not proofread

Vinny was a difficult person. Unsurprisingly, even when calm on the surface, he always seemed to be one second away from snapping and exploding. Being around him was easy if you were smart and patient, until he opened his mouth, and then it became a challenge.

His angry tone was familiar to you, his heterochromatic eyes burning with a fury capable of causing mass destruction. “Can you just fuck off? Leave me alone, I've said everything I needed to say to you. To any of you.”

Something in you responded to his sharp, stone-cutting voice; knowing he was trying to put distance between you, acting like your relationship didn't matter. As if he hadn't slept in your arms countless times, as if you didn't know him inside out. This pissed you off. You wouldn’t let him push you away, not the way he did with everyone else.

You step closer to him, the good few inches you had over Vinny making him have to lift his chin to look at you. The fire doesn't fade from his eyes, the hardness in his rigid lips. He looks like he's getting ready for a fight if the way he straightens his spine and clenches his fists is anything to go by.

“Why don't you take a deep breath and calm down? Hold that tongue of yours before it causes you any more trouble,” you advise gently. Vinny was so handsome, especially with the anger there, intensifying the red of his left iris. You reach a hand up to reach his face, but before you can make contact, Vinny swats it away.

You bite back your anger with a hard smile. He was such a hypocrite like that. Coming to you when he needed it, crawling on the floor for you to give him what he needed. Then turning the cold shoulder to you when your importance was gone.

“Why are you still here?”

“Vinny.”

“Go. Away.”

Your patience running out, you reach for him again, this time struggling when he tries to push your hand away again, you grab his face. Your fingers feel even bigger on his face. It's hard to contain the urge to just squeeze your fingers and crush his cheeks, to watch the anger turn into something more as he realizes he can't fight you if you took this seriously. You are tempted to do so.

“Why does everything always have to be so hard with you?” You sigh. “Always asking to be put in your place.”

“You're so full of yourself. I don't need you and I certainly don't need anyone to remind me of 'my place'.”

“Really?” You question, ignoring the venom dripping in his words, the insinuation. “Then turn around and drop your pants.” After a moment, you add, only to see the fire burn in his eyes, “And apologize.”

Vinny makes a sound somewhere between a laugh and a scoff, his voice thick with anger:

“No.”

And that's it. Your limit with this pretty, angry boy who acted like a cornered wild animal whenever anyone got too close. You were tired of dealing with Vinny's smart mouth and his ability to push away everyone who cared about him. With his attempts to affect you.

Well, he had managed to.

You bring your hand back to you, but before Vinny's expression can relax into victory, you reach for his shoulders and spin him around. Vinny doesn't have time to react before his face scrapes against the hard wall and your fingers gripped his red hair, pulling, not trying to pretend to care.

He grunts at the sting of the tug and tries to turn away, an elbow shooting back; it's a futile struggle. It's easy to use his height and strength against him, easy to remind him of how you could maneuver him around without difficulty. He would soon remember his place too.

“Pants, Vinny.”

He answers you with a swear. You unceremoniously pull down his pants along with his underwear, the fabric is unable to resist, exposing Vinny's thin, pale ass cheeks and long legs to the cold air outside.

Vinny tenses, seeming to realize you weren't joking about your intentions. He stumbles over his words before he can speak.

“You can't seriously be planning— we're outside, idiot!”

“I'd shut up if I were you then. You don't want to get caught drooling with a dick up your ass, do you?”

“I'm not messing around. Let me go, or I'll beat the crap out of you.”

You pull his hair, hoping the pain will silence him.

“Do I need to fuck you into a dumb bitch? Is that what's going to shut you up? I'm not fucking with you either Vinny, so you better shut the fuck up if you know what's best.” It's a threat.

“You think this is going to make me ask you to stay? I don't need y- oh!” Yeah, oh, you mentally scoff, pushing two of your fingers into Vinny's ass.

They're covered in spit, which isn't very slippery, but will have to do when the two of you are in his backyard, too far from the lube hidden in the bedroom. There is no preliminaries, there is no possibility of correct and careful preparation now, but this was supposed to be a lesson after all and you wanted it to hurt a little.

It's quick work to stretch his tight hole with your fingers, sloppy too. Shoving them in and out, scissoring them, twisting them as you tried to convince him to relax. “Let me in, I'm going to fuck you so good, Vin. Like the hungry slut we both know you are.” Vinny is also saying something in response still loud, still talkative, still proud, still a brat — for now. “Forget everything else, it's just you and me. Let me in.”

He's proud, even with his hole clenching your fingers, hungry despite the pain.

The words die on Vinny's tongue as the fat head of your cock nudges his puckered entrance. You press forward, the muscles tighten and tense, but you only use more force, trying to convince his body to accept the intrusion. “Hngh- [name], you're gonna break me in half bastard.”

You laugh, huffing hot air onto his sweaty skin, the metal of your belt burning against his ass. “You’d love that.”

Improvised lubrication certainly isn't enough to soothe the burning and straining of having his insides stretched. Vinny's legs tremble, so tense they must hurt. You push and push and push, forcing his body to accept you. “Come on, Vinny. You know you want this, you're so eager to get your ass filled you can barely breathe. Breathe. Or even that you can't do?”

The fingers tangled in the red strands pull harder, causing Vinny's head to snap back. Being taller than him, you have the perfect view of his tense expression as his ass swallows your cock. He grits his teeth, and a little saliva shines on his lips, his fingers tap against the wall, searching for an anchor; the muscles widening around your girth, turning red. You gather all your control not to slam into him at once.

Fingers in his hair you leans in, kissing him, it's an uncomfortable position and your wrist and neck immediately protest, but it's worth it when your tongue finds Vinny's soft lips and you taste his saliva. It's a messy kiss, more you licking the warm inside of Vinny's mouth and swallowing the sounds he makes than anything else. You pull away with a bite of Vinny’s lip, liking how red they turn and he blinks at you, having kept his eyes open the entire time. They’re glassy, glistening with a haze of pleasure; he bites his bottom lip the same way you did and whimpers as his poor hole twitches, fighting against penetration.

On normal days, fucking Vinny was already a tight fit with your size no matter the amount of lube. Vinny always complained, not really enjoying the whole preparation, but he became equally irritable when his body fought the intrusion and the whole thing became a tug of war — you pushing, his hole resisting and him getting more and more breathless with the struggle. He was a size queen though, every time just wanting to be filled as quickly as possible, begging for the stretch that only your big dick could give him. Now you would give it to him, treat him like the whore he was.

His eyes scream, but he can't do anything but grunt and whimper and gasp through the pain. Good. Very good. “A brainless little fuckdoll fit only to be used, that's all you are, you brat, so when I tell you to shut up — you shut up. You're not in a place to argue with me. Let's see if you learn after this.”

He claws at the wall, hips tense in your hand trembling with every wide inch that slides inside. “[Name],” he tries, sounding like he can barely breathe, cursing you under his breath that you reward by thrusting harder. He chokes, the pressure seeming to push into his lungs. “I need— you bast— I need a minute.”

“Still making demands? Am I being too nice?”

This time, he seems to consider his words, his eyes watering: “You're so big... fuuuck— I feel like I'm going to pass out... p-please...”

Despite this, his cock hangs pathetically between his legs, completely hard and dripping like a girl. The pain does that for him, the mix of fullness and stiffness that your thick cock opening him causes.

Vinny's cheeks are flushed, embarrassed but also irritated by his body's reaction. That aside, he still doesn't do much to push you away; his strength fades under the oppressive sensation of his walls being stretched. You knew him well, talk aside, pride aside, Vinny just wanted to be put in his place, pushed beyond his limit, fucked until his hole was swollen and aching and gaping open, unable to ride his bicycle for the next few days without remembering you inside him.

“I won't stop even if you pass out, you can take this dick, you always do. So keep breathing and spread your legs wider. A little wider, come on. That's it, good, good boy.”

On the other side of the gate you can hear people coming and going normally, footsteps, voices and then, Vinny looking like he's about to hit the ground if not for you holding him, obeys. He takes a deep breath, parting his full, seductive lips and his obscenely stretched hole relaxes, little by little.

When you reach the bottom, the spit barely remains there, raw flesh against raw flesh, a hot friction that borders on discomfort for both of you, his eyes roll back in his skull and his cock spurts untouched, his ass squeezing you tightly. He's completely full, there's not a single inch of his hole that you haven't taken and you know it's too much for him, taking all of that and all at once. Looking from above you can slightly see the swelling that wasn't there before in Vinny's stomach. You were so deep, clawing at all his insides to make yourself fit, deep enough to be seen. Your hips stutter at the sight, still completely inside him.

Damn. You wanted to break him in half.

Vinny's hand reaches down to his stomach, fingers spreading over where you can see your cock pushing through his insides. He pants now, like a dog and more liquid escapes his cock, if you didn't know better you could say he was pissing, the pressure of penetration pushing even his sensitive bladder.

“See how much easier it is when you just shut up and listen to me? You need to learn your place, and then it's: legs open when I want, ass always ready, with that mouth of yours quiet. I'll let you know when I want you to speak or think.”

Vinny makes a pathetic sound in response, something between a grunt and an agreement, his hole convulsing around you, the pants around his ankles filthy with his own cum. His cock won't stop gushing, like a broken faucet. He shakes and shakes without stopping; hard, well-worked muscles rigid like they would be after cycling a marathon.

“Now I'm going to start fucking you, okay? I don't care if you want to be loud, let everyone know how much you like being fucked good.” You roll your hips, trying to ease the harsh grip around your cock. Vinny is scorching hot inside and it seems impossible to pull back. But you'll make it work. “But if you're not going to beg or moan, I recommend you keep quiet or I'll pound that filthy little hole of yours until I really break you.”

No response; you pull his hair once more.

“Hey, Vinny. Do you understand me or have I already fucked you stupid?”

His mouth opens and closes, without producing a sound. He seems to have left his own body for a few seconds before blinking, tears falling down his flushed cheeks to mix with the saliva that was dripping from his mouth. “Uhm? Y-yeah.”

Leaving his head resting against your shoulder, your hand releases the soft red strands and moves down between his legs to reach his cock. Vinny makes the cutest sound then when you press the sensitive head with your thumb. “Do you like it when I call you a stupid slut? You're so wet, no better than a common whore, ready to be fucked by anyone.” Vinny mumbles something in response, his words jumbled into something that ends in a gasp. “But you're not just any slut, are you love? You're just mine. Only I can fuck that tight hole.”

You doubt he's still following the conversation, not the way he is, despite the tremors and sensitivity, pushing his hips back, grinding himself on your rock hard cock, loving being filled to the point where he could barely breathe. He was well trained after all.

“That's it then my pretty fucktoy. All you need is a fat cock to calm that bad mood of yours, I know, love, don't worry, we'll get it out of your system. Poor little dumb, grumpy slut you're.”

You would fuck him good. Get all the stupid ideas of pushing you away out of his head. You weren't going anywhere and when you were done, he would be your Vinny once more, clinging to you, confessing that he is scared and asking you not to leave him alone. Just a few more orgasms and you would get him there.

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nakylvr · 2 days ago

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— BACK TO ME

daniela avanzini x fem!reader

summary જ⁀➴ after an argument breaks out and hurtful things are thrown, you leave for a few days, and daniela realizes just how much she needs you

warnings/tags જ⁀➴ angst with happy ending, language, established relationship, dealer!dani au, arguments

now playing જ⁀➴ back to me by the rose

things had been straining recently. with tax season coming up you spent most of your days after work trying to figure out how to not get completely fucked over and get a ton of money taken out. you also got promoted at your job, which was both a blessing and a curse. more money was always a good thing, but your patience was already wearing thin when the argument started.

you had just gotten home, wanting nothing more than to relax when you realized daniela wasn't in the apartment. too tired, you shrug it off and lay down on the couch, still in your work clothes, not bothering to change. you ended up falling asleep faster than you anticipated.

when the front door opened, it was dark outside. you could hear it, but you couldn't find it in you to get up.

"yn?" daniela's voice is heard quietly. "what are you doing on the couch?"

you hum, opening your eyes groggily and looking up at her. "where were you?" you mumble.

"had to run out real quick," she answers. "come on, let's go to bed."

"for hours?" you say before you can think.

daniela's expression changes at your words, but you don't notice past the dark in the room. "i needed to do some stuff," she responds. "i'm sorry." she doesn't know why she's saying it. most likely out of fear that this conversation will spiral out of control after all the bullshit that happened earlier in the year. she doesn't want a fight right now, and she's trying to keep it from happening.

"who were you with?" you ask, slowly sitting up.

"minji," daniela answers truthfully. "she needed some help getting a gift for hanni, then she came with me for a deal that i had to do on the way back."

your eyebrows furrowed together, looking back at her. "you let her go along with you?" you inquired.

"yeah?" dani replies, but it comes out unsure. "i knew you were getting off work late and i didn't want to bother you."

"but you let minji go with you?" you press. "you told me i was the only one."

"well, yes. but minji's my close friend, i–"

"didn't see anything wrong with it?" you cut her off. "cause it looks a little weird when all your clients know me and then you show up with some other girl that's not me? let me guess, you saw keeho?"

"how did you–" daniela gets cut off again by you talking over her.

"he texted me," you tell her. "asking, and i quote 'who this random chick' is with you instead of me. so it's not just me thinking i'm crazy."

"i didn't say you were crazy," daniela quickly says, shaking her head. "baby, please, this isn't that serious. you know minji."

"but other people don't," you respond. "what if it wasn't keeho?"

"i-" daniela stops herself, taking a breath. "this is the only time i've brought someone other than you."

"but why?" you stand up from the couch, making daniela take a few steps backwards. "you're the one who tells me that you don't let anyone go because you don't want them to see, but minji is just a different story or something?"

"it's one time!" daniela says, her voice raising slightly. "why does it matter?"

"why does it matter?" you repeat. "you tell me, daniela. you tell me." you cross your arms over your chest.

daniela is quiet for a minute, trying to think of the right thing to say to not upset you more. "i know what you're thinking, but this isn't a big deal. i let her come along because it was keeho. nothing else, no other reason," she tells you. "i promise."

"not a big deal, you keep saying that," your voice turns sharp. "what's not a big deal? that i'm reasonably concerned when you're out hours past when i got back and tell me you were doing some stuff, helping minji get a gift for hanni, and do a deal? because those are multiple different answers."

"oh my god," daniela mumbles, looking around before back at you. "yn, seriously, it's nothing."

"give me your phone," you demand.

"what?" she looks at you confused.

"consider this a phone check. give it to me." you hold your hand out.

"you're serious?" daniela asks. when you don't answer, just stare at her, she pulls her phone out of her pocket and hands it to you. "jesus christ," she grumbles under her breath, crossing her arms over her chest.

looking through the recent messages, your fingers hover over one specifically, and when you glance up from the phone to look at daniela, she feels her heart drop to her stomach at the expression on your face.

"so what? you have clients wanting to get you shit for valentines day? is that the excuse you're going to give?" you say seriously, tilting your head to the side.

"what?" daniela lets out. "no one has–"

"what's this about then?" you hold the phone towards her, showing a thread of messages.

"that's jaehyun!" daniela exclaims, throwing her hands up in the air. "he's my friend!"

"and you know i don't like how close he is with you!" you retort, your voice raising. "every time we go to his place it's like i don't even exist! he's obviously hitting on you!"

"he literally isn't! he's gay!" daniela scoffs, shaking her head. "plus, he literally has a boyfriend!"

"well that didn't stop you the first time, did it?" the words come out faster than you could think.

"right," daniela scoffs again, nodding her head. "right, because it's always my fault, isn't it? i'm always the one fucking up, right?"

"yeah!" you nod. "you're the one who says you can pull anyone, and then you act like i'm fucking crazy when people are all over you and i don't like it! like it's not right for me to feel upset even though i'm your girlfriend!"

"i've never called you crazy! when have i once said that?!" daniela's voice starts getting louder, nearing the edge of yelling.

"but you look at me like it!" you end up yelling first. "like-like it's a problem that i get jealous! you're allowed to have your hands all over me when i'm with my friends when you're jealous but when you have three different girls who give you thousands of dollars each month all over you it's weird when i get defensive and jealous!? that's not fair, daniela!"

"so what? i'm supposed to just sit there while girls eye-fuck you or try to get all close?!" daniela retorts. "you don't even know! you're so fuckin' naive that you think everyone just wants to be friends!"

"naive? i'm naive?" you let out a laugh, shaking your head. "right, sorry for being nice enough to make friends who don't just want to fuck me for some shit!"

"they still want to fuck you!" daniela yells. "look at sophia! you ran to her when shit got hard and look what happened! who's telling me that you won't go run off to some other 'friend' of yours only for them to fuck you while you were still mine!"

you stop once sophia's name is spoken. daniela knew better than to bring her up after the events that happened, knowing how much you regretted your stupid decision and how bad you felt about it afterwards. but in the heat of the argument, the second the words leave daniela's mouth you're standing there in silence.

"you know what," you eventually speak up. "maybe i will."

"will what?" daniela asks, seemingly not realizing what she said and how you took it.

you shake your head, letting out a scoff. you toss her phone on the couch and walk into the bedroom, not saying another word.

"yn?" daniela sighs. "yn! what are you doing?"

a few minutes later you walk back out with a bag in your hands, making daniela's eyes go wide.

"what're you doing?" she asks.

"i'm going to jungwon's for the night," you answer simply. "or, the rest of the night, i guess."

"what?" daniela looks at you confused. "why?"

you stare at her with a deadpan expression, waiting to see if she'll notice what she said. when she clearly doesn't, you shake your head again. "because he's a friend who won't fuck me while i'm still yours. those are your words," you tell her before starting to walk to the front door.

your words make daniela realize what she said, and she immediately starts following after you to the door. "yn? yn, baby, don't be like this! i didn't mean to bring her up!"

"but you did." you swiftly turn around, causing her to abruptly stop. "you did even though we talked about it and you knew how fucked up i felt afterwards. but if this is what comes out of your mouth when we argue, then i know you're still pissed about it. so, i'm leaving for the night, or maybe a few days, i don't know." you shrug. "i know i fucked up with what i did. i regret it. but you told me it was okay. when apparently it isn't if you're bringing it up. so while i'm gone, you think about what you want, daniela. because you are on thin ice, and it's cracking. so figure it the fuck out."

you leave the apartment before daniela can get a word out, the door slamming behind you echoing through the place. she stands there for a few minutes, waiting to hear you come back, but you never do.

"god damnit," she sighs, dragging her hands over her face.

the whole remainder of the night daniela kept texting you, telling you to come back, that she was sorry and didn't mean it. but, that's how she always was whenever you two fought. and you were tired of everything right now.

when you got to jungwon's, he was surprised to see you, but when you explained the situation he immediately brought you inside and talked with you about the whole thing. he was always good with comforting others and advice. plus, he could tell you were straining yourself recently.

while daniela sat inside the apartment, moping around waiting for you to come back, still texting you as the day passed and you didn't return or respond. she knew you were upset with what she said, that was obvious. and she couldn't lie and say that the event didn't gnaw at her every fiber since she found out, even if sophia got what she deserved in the end, because it did. she knew it shouldn't. that it was a moment of vulnerability for you, that you had no one else to go to. it all spirals back to her regretting what she did in the first place to start it all.

for the whole day daniela thought of what to do, how to fix this. she sat on the couch for hours thinking of what will make you not mad at her anymore. when she got an idea.

it was day three and you still weren't responding, so daniela took matters into her own hands and texting jungwon asking if you were there. he answered truthfully, saying that he wanted her to figure it out with you so he was trying to help the most he could. so she drove over to his place.

standing in front of the door, daniela shifts her weight from one foot to the other anxiously, biting her lip in hopes that this would work. the door opens and jungwon is revealed, who smiles at her.

"hey, dani," he says. "she's in the guest room."

"thanks," daniela replies, walking past him when he opens the door wider for her.

approaching the guest room, daniela knocks on the door a few times, hearing you hum on the other end. she slowly opens the door, making you turn and see it was her. your expression hardens, and dani notices, knowing she's still in deep shit.

"hey," she says awkwardly, pulling the flowers from behind her back. "i got you these." she holds them out, looking at the ground.

you can't help the way your eyes soften at the tone in her voice, quiet and hesitant compared to the confident loudness you were used to. she looks like a kicked puppy staring at the ground, and you let out a short sigh before getting off the bed, walking over to her and taking the bouquet from her.

"i'm sorry for what i said," daniela mumbles. "i didn't mean to say it i just...i still think about it sometimes and i don't know why. i know you didn't do it to hurt me on purpose but sometimes i...i worry that you're going to leave once you realize i'm not the best for you."

her words shock you as she still stares at the ground, finally speaking the thoughts that had been eating her up inside. "dani..."

"i-i know i'm not the best," she quickly adds. "i know you can find someone who will treat you better like it's nothing. but i don't– i can't lose you. i love you so much, so fucking much, and it scares me so much when we fight because i know every time it's another tick gone and that eventually you'll get tired of me and leave. i don't want you to leave. we fight, we have our ups and downs, but you always stay. you always stay and i know one day y-you won't." daniela's voice cracks at the end, tears filling her eyes the longer she talks. "i'm sorry." a few tears fall.

carefully setting the flowers on the bed, you take another step towards her and cup her face in your hands, making her look at you finally. "it's okay," you tell her softly. "you're right, i always stay. i always stay because i love you. i wouldn't if i didn't. dani, i don't think you know that you are the best relationship i've had. all of the other ones ended like shit. you prove to me time and time again that even if you fuck up, you own up to it and you don't run away. i won't ever get tired of you, i promise." you wipe away the tears falling from her eyes. "i love you, and i love the flowers. you always know what to get me."

"i try," daniela responds quietly, nodding slightly.

"i know." you nod. "and i love that about you." you lean in, pressing a soft kiss against her lips.

parting from the kiss, daniela's arms snake around your waist and pull you close to her as she puts her face in the crook of your neck. "i love you," she murmurs against your skin.

"i love you too," you reply, petting her head gently.

#katseye thoughts 💭#katseye x reader #katseye imagines #daniela avanzini thoughts 💭#daniela avanzini x reader #daniela imagine

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00valentina-writes00 · 2 days ago

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hii i love your grayson fics soo much, your grayson is so real and you have a wonderful writing style!!

could you please do grayson x reader, who is overworked and going through a mental breakdown and grayson comforts her with words and touches. maybe even some nsfw in the end, as you wish

♡♥︎“Let Me Take Care of You”♥︎♡

Your hands tremble over the stack of papers on your desk, the ink smudged where your grip has grown too tight. The words blur together—meaningless, tangled strings of letters that refuse to make sense no matter how hard you try to focus. Your breath is shallow, coming too fast, chest tight with a pressure that feels impossible to push down.

It’s all too much.

The exhaustion, the deadlines, the expectations piling higher and higher until you feel like you might suffocate under them.

You don’t even hear the door open.

Not until a warm, steady hand presses against your back.

“Sweetheart.”

The voice is deep, calm—soothing in a way that makes something in you crack.

Grayson.

Her touch is gentle as she kneads slow circles into your shoulders, fingers pressing into the knots of tension wound tight beneath your skin. She doesn’t say anything else, doesn’t push—just stands behind you, letting the warmth of her presence sink into your bones.

You inhale shakily, but it stutters on the way out.

“You’re shaking,” she murmurs, more to herself than to you.

You press your lips together, blinking hard against the sting behind your eyes.

“I—I’m fine,” you manage, voice rough.

Grayson hums, unconvinced. “Come here.”

You don’t resist when she gently pulls you up from your chair, guiding you into her arms. She holds you firm against her chest, her chin resting atop your head. The steady rise and fall of her breath presses into your back, grounding you in something real, something solid.

“You’re working yourself too hard again,” she murmurs, her fingers rubbing slow, soothing circles against your arms.

You squeeze your eyes shut.

“I can’t stop,” you whisper. “There’s too much to do, I just—”

She hushes you gently, lips brushing your temple. “You can stop. Just for a little while.”

Your body resists at first—muscles still locked in tension, mind still racing with all the things you should be doing. But Grayson holds you steady, arms firm but comforting, the scent of her lingering after a long shift—the faint musk of leather, metal, and something warm that belongs entirely to her.

And slowly, bit by bit, you sink.

She feels it too—the way your body finally starts to relax into her, the way your breathing evens out just the slightest bit.

“That’s it,” she soothes, her hands stroking gently down your back. “Just breathe, love.”

You do.

For the first time in what feels like hours, you actually let yourself breathe.

The weight of her hands, the warmth of her chest against your back—it makes you feel small in the best way, like you don’t have to hold everything up by yourself for once.

Grayson shifts, pressing a kiss to the side of your head before murmuring, “Come lie down with me.”

You hesitate.

“I’m not tired,” you lie, voice hoarse.

She chuckles softly, but there’s something fond in it. “Sweetheart, you’re exhausted.”

Her fingers slip beneath your chin, tilting your face up so you’re forced to meet her gaze. Those dark eyes study you, soft yet unwavering, seeing through you in the way she always does.

She leans down, brushing her lips over your forehead before whispering, “Let me take care of you.”

Your stomach twists, not in nervousness, but in something warm.

You nod, letting her guide you to the couch, pulling you down into her lap once she sits. She keeps you close, one hand resting at your waist, the other stroking absentmindedly over your arm, up to your shoulder, back down again—an absentminded, grounding rhythm.

“You do too much,” she murmurs after a while, fingers tracing slow, lazy shapes against your skin.

You swallow.

“It doesn’t feel like enough.”

She sighs, pressing a kiss against your temple. “It’s more than enough.”

Her lips trail lower, soft against your jaw. “You are enough.”

Your breath catches.

Grayson takes her time with you, every touch slow and careful, every kiss a patient reminder that you’re here, that you’re safe, that nothing outside this moment matters.

When her hands finally drift lower, slipping beneath the fabric of your shirt, it’s not rushed. It’s not urgent.

It’s just her.

Taking care of you.

Loving you.

Her hands slip lower, fingertips teasing beneath your shirt, skimming along your stomach, brushing higher until they’re cupping your breasts, thumbs circling your nipples through the fabric.

Your breath stutters.

She smiles against your skin, enjoying the way you shiver, the way your body slowly starts responding to her touch.

“Good girl,” she murmurs. “That’s it.”

Her hands ease lower, dipping beneath the waistband of your pants, her fingers slipping between your thighs.

You gasp, your hips jolting, thighs parting instinctively for her, giving her access to where you need her most.

Grayson hums approvingly, lips ghosting over your jaw.

“Always so tense,” she muses, voice dropping as her fingers stroke between your folds, parting them with slow, teasing movements. “You just need a little help, don’t you?”

You nod, breathless, forehead resting against her shoulder, letting her guide you down onto the couch.

Grayson settles behind you, legs framing yours, her arm wrapped around your waist, keeping you close as her fingers continue their slow, torturous pace.

“You’re soaked,” she murmurs, dragging her fingers through your slick. “Been needing this, haven’t you?”

You whimper, hips rocking instinctively into her touch.

She chuckles, low and warm, slipping a finger inside you—slow, deliberate, letting you feel every inch as she curls it just right.

Your body melts, the tension unraveling, pleasure seeping into your muscles like warmth after a long winter.

“That’s it,” she whispers, pressing a kiss behind your ear. “Let go for me.”

She adds another finger, pumping into you slow and deep, her palm grinding against your clit, her free hand stroking your stomach, grounding you in sensation

You moan, breath hitching, body arching into her, needing more.

Grayson obliges.

Her pace quickens, fingers fucking into you with steady, unrelenting precision, her mouth trailing soft, open-mouthed kisses along your neck.

She knows your body. Knows exactly how to touch you, exactly how to pull you apart, how to take care of you in a way no one else does.

“You’re safe,” she murmurs. “You’re mine. You don’t have to do anything but feel this.”

And you do.

You feel everything.

Your body surrendering, your mind quieting, every last ounce of tension unraveling as pleasure overtakes you completely.

Time slows.

The world fades.

All that exists is her.

Her touch.

Her voice.

Her love.

You’re safe here.

Safe in her arms, in her warmth, in the slow, steady rhythm of her fingers guiding you into bliss.

And for the first time in weeks, you let yourself relax.

You let yourself breathe.

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abbysimsfun · 2 days ago

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Sims In Bloom: Generation 2 Pt. 143 (The Wedding Reception)

After the newlyweds and their guests posed for photos, they had just enough remaining light to mingle before the caterers - Suri and her grandmother, Clara Bjergsen - put out the food. With permission, Ash raced into the spiral maze to take a selfie with Sophie the Snail, searching for treasures in the ferns beneath the carved stone slug.

What he found looked confusing - like a mint green box with a circle of numbers wearing earmuffs, and Ash raced back to ask his family what it was. "I think it could be a telephone," Heather guessed. "They used to be plugged into walls."

Felix smiled. "I haven't seen one of those for at least sixty years! It's a rotary dial phone. You dial the number by spinning the wheel. But people used to think this took too much time, so they invented phones with buttons and speed dials, and these fell out of use."

Ash was enthralled by what Felix knew of history. "Will it still work?"

"I don't think so. Most landlines have been discontinued because everyone uses mobile phones these days."

Ash glanced eagerly at Heather and Conrad. "Can I still keep it? It looks so cool!"

Heather smiled. "Of course you can. That's how Sophie the Snail works. Leave something for someone else to find, and whatever you find yourself is yours to keep!"

Curious Conrad looked at the old fashioned phone. "I wonder who left it there."

"Do you think it was the time traveler Emit Relevart is looking for?"

Heather shrugged. "I looked him up online after we saw the report on Simlandia National, but I didn't find out anything they weren't already reporting on the news. He loves science and technology, believes in time travel, and has blue hair."

Felix and Lilith perked up as Lavender called her mother's attention. "You saw the news report, too? I've been trying to convince Felix to take a detour to Willow Creek on our way back to Britechester to see if we can find him."

The former ghost smiled at his beloved. "After everything with Ash in Sulani, you still want to jump through time? I've told you the past wasn't nearly as wonderful as the present."

"Right, but you said it wasn't as wonderful because I wasn't there. My podcast would blow up if I could talk about what it's like to time travel! But more than the podcast, I want to see things you've seen, with you, and I bet a time traveler could help us!"

Though less enthusiastic, Felix took seriously his responsibility to make Lilith happy. Love like this was exactly what he'd stuck around for, waiting for his chance to live again. "It would be a dream to walk miles of old streets with you, Lil. We'll go to Willow Creek, find this 'Emit,' and we'll see what he knows about the future."

To make it to Willow Creek and home to Britechester before too late, Felix and Lilith left soon after food was served. Kris also returned early to San Myshuno with Betta when the four-year-old grew tired and cranky, but there were still plenty of loved ones left to enjoy the buffet-style spread, including fruit-decorated cupcakes instead of a cake, just like Lavender had requested.

They were grateful to Suri and her grandmother for providing such wonderful food. Conrad even gave Suri a huge amount of money autonomously (all of it wtf?! At least we have a money tree), calling it an investment into her takeover of the Salty Paw, and her hope to turn it from a dive bar to a slightly more upscale licensed cafe.

"I can't believe you and Heather would do that for me," said Suri with a smile and warm embrace for the groom. "My catering rates are a lot lower than this!"

"You're a great chef and we believe in your ideas. Hazel loves you, and Heather and I believe in your plans for the Salty Paw. Just try not to lose that smell about the place. We'll miss it if you really clean it up."

Suri laughed. "You're in luck. I don't think that smell would disappear even if I tore down every single wall and built from the ground up."

Heather spent extra time catching up with her sister Holly, who she hadn't spent meaningful time with since the winter holidays. "Life is busy in the city with Kris and two busy girls, but that's nothing compared to what you've been through lately."

"I really think Ash has been okay since it happened, but we're going to take him to a counselor, regardless. He has a lot of questions about everything, but he really seems like himself."

"But how are you doing? Your son was kidnapped!"

"Honestly? As long as I remind myself he's okay, I don't beat myself up with guilt. But sometimes I watch him sleep just to make sure he's still there. Conrad wants to put a sofa in his bedroom so I get enough rest for the baby."

"And his ex is definitely going to prison?"

Heather nodded. "She's not getting a jury trial and Rafa gave up details on several unsolved cases, plus the whereabouts of some weapons stockpiles around the city, so Felix is fairly confident he'll get his sentence down to a year, at most, because he was a minor for most of the stuff he's wanted for."

"He killed all those men; aren't you worried he's dangerous?"

Heather shook her head. "I used to be, but I met him. And after everything he's done, I'd trust him with my own life. We would have wanted him here for the wedding if he wasn't in custody."

As the night wore on, guests ate and chatted while Lavender occupied her doting grandparents' attention, and Heather finally found a moment to chat with Mortimer about her recent trip to Selvadorada. She'd been meaning to ask him about the medallion she and Spencer had seen at the museum, inscribed with a message from Malcolm A. Landgraab to Lady Victorine Goth, but she'd been so busy since her return.

"Lady Ravendancer was my great-great-grandmother," admitted Mortimer, his brow creased in thought. "Family rumours of her infidelity to my great-great-grandfather, Lord Samuel Goth, have carried for over a century, but the medallion would be the first piece of evidence to support it."

The writer smiled to himself as he considered the historical discoveries he might find - a dramatic story of betrayal and spellcaster magic, if they were lucky. "If my great-great-grandmother had an affair with a Landgraab, it could explain how the families became such fierce rivals in business. The Landgraabs wanted to settle the west, but the Goths wouldn't let them do it alone."

"Do you think it has anything to do with the old pirate's curse you told me about?"

Mortimer shot her a look of sympathy. "It might. I should make a trip out to visit the family archives in Willow Creek; it might give more insight into this medallion in the jungle."

She thanked him as the moon came out above the trees. Lavender curled into a ball to nap on the benches near her sleepy Aunt Hazel and Uncle River - it had been a long day and was now well past her bedtime - and the guests slowly began to wish the newlyweds well and head home. Ash made his way to the treehouse to play, changing into warmer attire as a sign the wedding festivities were drawing to a close.

Heather and Conrad had no time for a honeymoon and returned to their busy lives in Brindleton Bay, but they would cherish the memories made today for the rest of their lives. ->

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NOTE: And that's it! Conther is married!! I realize this reception was a lot of just letting sims do autonomous things and didn't have any photogenic traditions like first dances and cake-cutting, but letting sims be sims gives surprising plot sometimes! It led to Conrad and Heather giving money to Suri "to invest in her upscale cafe," which I didn't plan for but it's indicative of how supportive this legacy family is, and they've accepted Suri despite the scandalous start to her relationship with Hazel, so I liked it! (After getting over the initial shock of having zero simoleons out of nowhere! This autonomous interaction is always such a jump scare, like 'where is all my money?!' 😂)

I also got to send Ash for a selfie with Sophie, to mirror the one his mother took at the statue in childhood because someone (I think @pixeldistractions? I'm sorry if I'm misremembering!) suggested making it tradition, while also tying it in to the Blast From the Past event. No he didn't really find the phone under there as part of the quests but since it's a common hiding place for some exciting things, I had to pretend he did. He really found some snowdrops, which is cool because winter just ended for the next 16 years! Nonetheless, he'll hold on to them, because my sims hoard things in their inventories like mad, just in case I can use them later.

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atleastpleasetelephone · 3 days ago

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Ain't that a lotta love - Chapter 3

A story that starts on the set of the 68 Special, with Elvis and his long-term girlfriend Dorothy Valens. Dorothy has been with Elvis for a long time for good reason - she's no pushover, and she has a habit of getting exactly what she wants. As Elvis' career starts to get back on track, their relationship fundamentally changes too.

A/N: Will Elvis be mobbed on the streets of LA? Think we already know the answer to that one... If you need to catch up, part 1, part 2.

Pairing: Elvis x OC - Dorothy Valens

Word count: 3.4K

TWs: Unconventional relationships, passing mention of drug use, Joe being a bit of a creep.

The days pass, with Elvis rehearsing and Dorothy wandering around, bored. She's not used to being on set without someone else to spend time with, and much as the sneaking around was tiring and the girls were needy, she had at least never been bored. She looks out of the window onto the busy street and sighs loudly at it.

Steve calls a break and makes his way out of the engineering room. Everyone seems a little tired and Elvis has been making a few mistakes, which isn’t like him. Steve is making his way towards the coffee when he spots Dorothy, almost leaning out of one of the windows. Immediately changing course, he walks towards her, eager to find out what amusing little anecdote she has for him today. They’ve spent a lot of the past few evenings talking and he’s loved every minute of her company. She’s quick and funny and she has endless stories about the guys that she seems to have been waiting for an outsider to tell. It’s only when he gets up close that he realises she looks sort of sad, and he idly wonders what’s wrong.

“Hey.”

Dorothy almost jumps at the sound of Steve’s voice but she steadies herself, turning around slowly with a smile and a “hi there.”

She's wearing a mini dress and go-go boots, with a thick woollen cardigan. It might be the middle of summer in LA outside, but the AC is turned right up in the studio and she likes being cosy. She fumbles about in the pocket of the cardigan for a cigarette, and is delighted when Steve lights it for her without her saying a word. He’s relieved to see her face light up with a proper smile again too.

“How’re you doing?”

She blows out a stream of smoke from one side of her mouth. “Bored. I usually have… more to distract me on set.”

“Like what?” He asks, innocently.

She looks quickly around the room and then back to him. Everyone else seems to be busy, and crucially, too far away to hear their conversation. “Can I trust you?”

Her dark brown eyes scrutinise him as he considers her question. “I think you can.” He pauses, thoughtful. “Can’t think of a reason why you wouldn’t. I’m on Elvis’ side here, doing this TV show, and just Elvis’ side. I don’t want anything to do with Parker if I can help it, and all the other guys involved here…” he sighs. “I’m just not interested in all their petty politics, if I’m honest. I’m interested in getting this show recorded and it being good, really good. Good enough to show everyone that Elvis is still relevant. Well, more than relevant. One of the greatest performers who’s ever lived. So…” he pauses again to run a slightly harried hand through his hair. He hadn’t really been expecting to make a little speech about how much this show meant to him, but he’s almost all the way through it now, so he can’t really stop. “What I’m trying to say is that you can trust me, because I’ve got Elvis’ interests at heart. Not anyone else’s.”

Dorothy takes a deep drag on her cigarette. She hadn’t been expecting that, exactly. The emotion in Steve’s voice, the fact he felt the need to say all that to her, about Elvis… she tries for the second time to compose herself. She doesn’t want him to know how any of that affected her, but it’s made her determined to tell him.

“Yeah but, this is something no-one knows. Well, not many people. Y'know, a secret.”

Steve blinks a few times, trying to process that this is her answer to everything he just said. He decides to just go with it. Maybe it’s best for both of them to pretend that he didn’t just say all that.

“Promise I won't tell.”

She nods. She was always going to tell him, really. She’s enjoyed their little chats over the past few nights, and the devil on her shoulder likes the idea of unbalancing people. It’s probably why she’s lasted in that group of men for so long.

“Elvis and I… we've been dating other women, as a couple, for a while now.” She looks intently at him to gauge his reaction. He tries to look nonplussed, though he's anything but.

“Okay.” He can't think of what else to say but he knows there has to be something or she'll know she shocked him. “Can I, uh, bum one of those?” Gesturing to her cigarette.

She giggles. “Of course.” He looks unbalanced already and she can’t help enjoying herself watching it. She gets out a cigarette and hands it to him. Before he has a chance to get out his lighter, she leans close enough to light it with the end of her own. His eyes flick to hers and he realises for the first time that she has a tiny smattering of freckles on the tops of her cheeks and the bridge of her nose.

She moves away again and he inhales deeply, gaining a little courage from it. “How does that work, then?”

She grins. “Well we have to keep it secret. Only Jerry knows. We pick a girl we both like…” she looks directly into Steve's eyes now, “and sometimes we play all together and sometimes it's just me and her.” Steve blushes, feeling his heart race at the description. “That's how it works. I mean, I can tell you in more detail, if you want?” She tilts her head to one side, knowing she's teasing. Knowing she certainly now has the upper hand.

They’ve both been so engrossed in their conversation that neither notice Elvis walking towards them, and at that moment he arrives right behind Steve, his voice booming out, “What d’you think would happen if I went outside?” He’s curious about their body language and what their conversation might’ve been about, but he’s mostly fixated on the question he's been asking for the past three days.

Steve collects himself, turning to face the other man, and answers in exactly the same way as he has the last three times he was asked. “Nothing, man.”

Elvis knew that would be the answer, and for some reason today feels like the day. He can hear his blood rushing in his ears as he says, “well then let's do it. Let's go out there now.”

“Sure,” Steve replies, evenly, stubbing out his cigarette and moving towards the elevator. “Let's go.” He’s been hoping Elvis would agree to go outside and see that he was right about it being safe, but the pressure from the guys and Parker not too had been unbelievable. So he thinks he had better take the opportunity now, before it disappears again.

The rest of the guys rise en masse from where they'd been sitting around, waiting for something to do, and move to go with Elvis. He waves his hand. “No, no. Y'all stay here. I'll go with Steve.”

His heart beats out of his chest as he follows the shorter man into the elevator and then back out again when they reach the ground floor. As the door to outside opens the sights and sounds of the street rush towards him. It's loud and colourful and the smell of onions from hotdog vendors fills the sticky summer air. He stands there, on the sidewalk, just waiting. Waiting for the hoards of people that the Colonel had told him would tear him apart. Waiting for the screams, the tears. Waiting to be recognised. But there’s nothing. Everyone just carries on as if he's not even there - a couple even basically walk into him and he jumps, staring and expectant, but even then there's nothing. His hands ball into fists and his jaw clenches and relaxes over and over, eyes staring accusitorally at the passers-by, foot tapping, whole leg jiggling.

“Hello! Hello? Hello?!” He shouts at pedestrians and passengers in cars as they pass. “HELLO?” People respond politely, but there isn't a single flicker of recognition.

Looking up at the window where Dorothy and the guys are congregated, watching him, he thinks about how they’re no doubt ribbing him amongst themselves for the fact that no-one even knows who he is anymore. Steve was right - his career is in the toilet, and someone's flushed already, he's a has-been, a nobody, just some guy on the street in LA that everyone has forgotten. Fuck.

“C'mon man, it’s getting hot,” Steve shakes his shirt collar in an attempt to get some breeze between the garment and his skin. “Let's go back inside.”

Elvis is silent on the way back. He just keeps thinking about how the Colonel made him believe he couldn't even leave the house without being mobbed. The guys all start trying to crack jokes as soon as they see him but he gives them an angry stare and grabs Dorothy’s hand, pulling her with him back into his dressing room. He collapses down onto the bed in the back room with a loud sigh. She lays her head on his chest.

“No-one knows who the fuck I am anymore, Dodo. No-one cares about Elvis Presley.”

She runs her fingers over the silken fabric of his shirt. “They will baby, they will.”

He hums, wanting to believe her but still wrapped up in the same thoughts as before. She’d watched the scene out of the window with interest, but not quite in the way Elvis thought she did. Her mind was still full of her conversation with Steve, and how it’d been interrupted just when it was getting good. She’d watched Elvis desperately trying to get the attention of passers-by with a lump in her throat, but something about Steve’s steady presence by his side had made her feel better. She kept running that sweet little speech he’d made about her boyfriend through her mind over and over. He did have Elvis’ best interests at heart, the incident on the street had proved that. She had been right to trust him with their secret.

“I told Steve about our girls,” she says, after a while, a little smile playing on her lips.

The revelation jolts Elvis out of his thoughts. “Ya what?”

She giggles. “I told him about the girls.”

“You little minx,” he chuckles, his attention suddenly just on her.

“I said sometimes we all play together and sometimes it's just me and her.” She arches a brow as she looks at him.

“Well what did he say ta that?”

“Not much,” she smiles, thinking back at the memory. “He just blushed a lot.”

“Yer naughty, aintcha?” Her antics make his mouth curl into a smile and he forgets all about the incident on the street earlier.

“Sorry, Daddy,” she coos in response. “You need to punish me?”

“Think I do,” he replies, his arms wrapping around her as he rolls on top. He growls into her neck and she giggles again.

“EP! Boss!” Joe shouts from the outer room and both of them groan.

“What?”

“You're wanted back on set!”

Elvis presses a quick kiss to her lips and rolls back off her again. “Later, baby.”

She sighs, sitting up as he leaves and Joe remains, staring at her unabashedly.

“I better go too,” she says, in the hopes of making him leave. He's usually so stuck to Elvis’ side she wonders if he's broken or something.

“You can always stay and I'll keep you company,” Joe suggests.

“That's okay, doll,” she replies, with as much emphasis on the last word as possible, getting up and out of the room as quickly as she can. Damn creep.

Joe watches her go with a little sadness. He keeps hoping eventually she'll relent and give him something more than a quick flash of her cleavage now and then. She flirts sometimes, surely that means something? He sighs and walks out of the dressing room now too, looking around quickly for Elvis. That stunt on the street earlier would have to be relayed to Parker quick-smart. He decides now is as good a time as any, seeing his boss back to intense choreography practice. He probably can't get up to anything much worth noting doing that.

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Rehearsals carry on for the next few days, and one evening Steve decides to volunteer to get the food for a change. Elvis’ dressing room is host to the usual jam session and people are starting to get hungry, and Steve is starting to feel the need for some fresh air, or at least some time out of the oppressive atmosphere of the room. As soon as Dorothy hears him mention Chinese food she offers to go with him. She doesn’t need to see Elvis’ face to know that he’ll want something else, and she wants to escape for a while too. She’s bored, and she’s fed up with being near Elvis but never getting any proper alone time with him. Any time they might’ve had is gone as soon as he takes his usual cocktail of pills, and she finds herself awake, watching him sleep and calling that a relationship. She probably wouldn’t have volunteered to go out though, if it wasn’t Steve who was getting the food. The conversation they hadn’t really finished is still playing on her mind, and she wants to see where it goes.

Steve on the other hand feels like he's getting a bit too much Elvis. Ever since the sidewalk incident, Elvis has treated him like the Oracle of Delphi, asking him for his opinion on every little thing possible. It's getting exhausting. He loves the man, and it's very flattering to be taken so seriously by him, but he needs a break. And it's a bonus to have Dorothy as company. He can't think of anyone else he'd rather talk to.

“Ugh. I am so glad to get out of there!” She declares, jumping into the front seat.

Steve laughs. “Me too. I was looking for an excuse, really.”

“Sick of hearing the same four songs over and over?”

He shrugs. “I guess. I don’t mind that so much as hearing the same in-jokes. And…” he pauses, a little unsure of himself as he pulls out of the parking lot and onto the road.

“And?”

“Well… they’re sycophants, aren’t they? They all suck up to him.” Steve keeps his eyes on the road while he says it, a little afraid that she might take it as a slight on Elvis that he would choose to surround himself with yes men all the time.

“That’s why he likes you,” she replies. “You don’t suck up to him. Think he finds it refreshing.” She watches Steve’s face as he seems to be struggling with an emotion. Grinning, she decides she knows what it is. “He’s bugging you, isn’t he? You didn’t think Elvis Presley could bug you, but he’s getting on your nerves.”

Steve laughs with relief. “Yeah. He is a bit. Yeah.”

“It’s okay. He bugs me too.”

Steve sneaks a look over at her. “He does?”

“Yeah. Maybe I preferred it when we had the girls, even if they were needy. At least I had someone else to talk to when he wasn’t around.”

“How long have you been…?” He trails off, unsure of the right words to use.

“Since we moved into the dressing room. We had to ditch her. She was making it too obvious.”

It's a beat before Steve catches on. She must mean obvious to Joe, or Parker.

“You don't want Parker knowing?”

“Fuck no. He's bad enough with me as it is.” She rolls her eyes. “If he knew we were fucking around with other girls he'd lose his goddamn mind.”

He nods, accelerating down the interstate. He thinks Parker must be upset enough that Elvis is so obviously living with a girl out of wedlock, that she’s right about the possibility of him losing his mind if he found out something entirely more hippie free-love-like was going on.

“So d’you think you’ll wait until filming is over until you find someone else? Parker is around all the time. And Joe too.”

“Ugh. I dunno. Joe is around all the time anyway. We used to manage. I just need to find someone more subtle. You know anyone?”

He glances over at her, chin resting on her fist, expression thoroughly fed up. He looks back at the road. “Not really.”

She sighs. Just as Steve starts to steer them off the interstate a wicked idea floats to the top of her mind. For some reason she can't stop herself from saying it.

“What about you? Are you seeing anyone?”

Steve narrowly avoids just stomping on the brake with the shock of her question, feeling a rush of adrenalin at the same time as his face colours and his heart starts beating at what seems like a million beats a minute.

“N-no, I’m not,” he stammers, trying to steady his breathing as he drives down the road a little way and then turns into the bay outside of the restaurant.

Dorothy bites her lip. In for a penny, in for a pound. “Do you want to join us?”

Steve turns the engine off and stares at her with a slightly wild look on his face. “Are you crazy?” He asks, heart beating like a jackhammer in his chest.

Her mouth curls into a smile again. “I don't think so. But most crazy people think they're sane, don't they?”

He shakes his head quickly, opening the car door and getting out without saying another word. His head is spinning and he decides that right now it would be best to concentrate on getting the food he’d promised. Dorothy's face falls at the lack of rejoiner, and she gets out of her side of the car and walks into the burger joint next door to the Chinese. She orders Elvis’ burger and fries and sits, waiting for it and wondering why she had to open her big mouth and say something so stupid. She’s still wondering when she sits down on a plastic chair next to Steve, swinging her legs back and forth and looking down at her feet in the patent leather sandals she'd put on this morning. But she doesn’t feel like she can take it back, either, so when she finally breaks the awkward silence they’re both sitting in, it’s to mutter, “you're not into me, then?” at the floor.

Steve almost jumps at the intrusion into the thoughts he’d been trying very hard not to have ever since she’d popped the question in the car. He starts blushing all over again.

“I'm into you,” he states, matter-of-fact. “I'd have to be crazy not to be into you.” He looks at her properly for the first time since she said she wasn’t crazy. “Have you seen you?”

Dorothy looks up with a genuine smile. “Yeah I have actually. I'm a stone-cold fox.”

Steve bursts out laughing and she laughs too. It’s a relief to finally break the awful tension. But he still has questions. “What about Elvis? I can't… would he want to do this?”

“Well he promised I could pick who was next.”

“Did he think you'd pick a guy when he promised that, though?”

“Probably not. Definitely not. Fuck. I dunno. I just…” she pauses, trying to work out exactly what she wants to say, how much she should tell. “I think it'd be fun, you know… to play with two guys at once. To…” she's cut off mid-flow by the announcement that the food is ready, catching both of them off-guard. They take the bags and go back to the car, and Dorothy waits until Steve has backed out of the space and is back on the interstate before carrying on.

“So anyway…” she begins, looking at his profile as he drives. “...I uh… I think it'd be fun for me. Two guys. You know.”

Steve can feel himself getting red again. Trying not to let his mind just become one big porno.

“Is that what you'd want, then? Sex?”

“Sure. That's the fun part, isn't it?”

He nods, his hands gripping the wheel as Dorothy in a million different positions runs through his mind.

“And you think Elvis…?”

“Could be persuaded.”

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aheathen-conceivably · 15 hours ago

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The last rays of daylight were shining across the desert, casting shadows that would soon turn into uninterrupted patches of darkness in the moonlight. Rippling alongside them was joyful laughter coming from a farmyard tucked into the hills. The inhabitants had been outside since midday, when Violette had returned home from school to find two horses waiting for her.

Despite the waning sun or the cooling temperatures, she still insisted they all stay out there, just so she could spend every last minute around the foal she had named Ozma, after the princess of Oz.

As the sun drifted further toward the hidden reaches of the distant orange hills, even the horses began to grow tired. The lively laughter and trotting of horse hooves faded to quiet happiness in turn. Further toward the fence where they were just outside of ear shot, Zelda and Antoine sat looking across the yard and talking quietly. “I take it you still don’t approve?”

Zelda kicked at the sand softly, just as uncomfortable to say anything now as she had been the first time. “It’s not that I don’t approve. I simply wish you would have asked me. I just worry - I worry we’ll spoil her to the real world. How’s a boy supposed to live up to all of this when that time comes?”

“He isn’t. That’s the point. Why would you want her to settle for less than the world?” He cleared his throat, tamping down the protectiveness that was beginning to verge too close to anger. “I’m sorry. I just - I know how hard she’s taken the change - with Jo and I leaving. I had hoped this would help keep her company. But you’re right. I should have spoken with you first.”

Zelda gave him a small nod, glancing back to where their daughter looked the happiest she had in years. Her beaming smile quieted any remaining reservations she may have had.

Antoine cleared his throat again, as though eager to change the subject. “So have you heard from him? About the grant?”

Zelda lowered her head into her hands, continuing to watch the happy scene play out in front of her as she shook her head. “I did. He wrote to say that his proposal was accepted. He asked if I could meet with him next week to begin cataloguing all his works.”

“Zelda! Why - why haven’t you told me? We should be celebrating you today.”

She shot him a look, as though to tell him to keep his voice down. “Because I’m not going to take it, that’s why. ” She raised her head from her hands, a sense of misplaced conviction in her voice as she gestured in front of her with her chin. “Look at them. They’re happy, Antoine. Happy for the first time in how long? Everything is going back to normal after so much pain and suffering and I can’t ruin that.”

He looked out across the yard with her, although he spoke in her direction to ensure that no one else could hear. "My love. You can’t make choices for everyone else’s happiness your whole life.”

Deep inside the pit of her stomach she swallowed a retort that had crept up the back of her mind. And what about the choices I made for your happiness?

“Hey. Look at me.” As usual, she did as he asked, immediately forgetting the brief nausea that had arisen with her ire. “They love you, alright? We all love you. You won’t ruin anything by doing this. And Gio came out here because he believed in something. You’re a lot more alike than you realize, and he won’t begrudge you for doing what he himself would do a hundred times over.”

He looked at her, sensing the lingering fear behind her distance. “And you don’t have to worry about me or Lottie. We aren’t going anywhere. You deserve a chance to try, just like everyone else.”

Just as the sun finally dipped below the horizon, she moved closer to him and put her head on his shoulder. They both knew that meant her reservations had softened, and his words had worked. As she looked across the yard all she could hope was that she was wrong, and that this change would be good for them all.

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worstgenerationloser · 10 hours ago

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#NeedAceFicWithNipplePlaying/NippleOrgasmWithHeavyDirtyTalkingFromAce

Please and thank you🙏🏻

,, A little more... ''

Portgas D. Ace x F! Reader (NSFW!)

Summary... you can't get enough of sneaking around with the second division commander, he can't get enough of his hands and tongue all over you.

Contains... nipple orgasm, nipple play, edging, sloppy kissing, friends with benefits, some attempted dirty talk... (fail)

Words... 1.5k!

A/N: I cringed at myself trying to write the dirty talk IM SO SORRY, also another apology it's kinda short...

"Slow down— the door isn't even closed." You speak in a hushed tone, paranoid that there would be eyes watching through the crack in the door, Ace groans dramatically and rolls his eyes at your paranoia, however. It's not like he's some kind of exhibitionist, he's simply recognizing that you're being completely ridiculous in your worries.

"Yep. Mhm... there's definitely sober people on Whitebeard's crew that would think to check an old raggedy closet and see if Ace and Y/N are getting it down. I think half of them forget we even interact half the damn time, chill out." Ace giggles, that sleazy smirk and those heavy lidded, tired eyes drawing his whole look back into the same work of art he is always.

When you two first started this little arrangement, that may have been true, but you've kept this up for a while now and even though you don't plan on stopping, things would get a little more complicated if Marco actually spoke up instead of smirking each time you and Ace stare at each other. Suddenly, the hands on your hips pick up their previous pace, rubbing your upper thigh and gliding up your body smoothly.

He sits down on a dusty crate of unnecessary items bought by whoever it was, long forgotten in a secluded storage closet. Ace's hands reach the hem of your shirt, sliding under without a second thought. Before you could retort, the clicking of the door shutting sounds off into the room, and you're engulfed in darkness.

"Wanna do it in the dark?" He teases you with the ghost of his breath, the pads of his fingers tracing your stomach before holding your thighs before he pulls you up onto his own, a soft gasp escaping you despite yourself. Another teasing remark is coming, and so you silence him with your lips, the same way you did the very first time.

His warm lips meet yours, coated in saliva and desire with barely anything else to give other than something sloppy and dirty. His eyes are shut as if he were pondering something, and his hand comes to your face to feel how much warmth has gathered on your cheek, while his lips do their best to warm you more. Ace's tongue smears saliva onto your mouth, and it's an odd slippery feeling, but not that different from when his mouth is on your other lips. He doesn't like kissing you much, and you don't know why, but you can't complain about someone's preferences, maybe it's a good thing he withholds things like this from you, because he is utterly addicting.

Your body is warm, you start to feel sweat forming on the back of your neck and the inside of your elbows, things are steamier in the closet, literally. Ace is sliding his hands over the fabric of your clothing, raising goosebumps on your warm skin with his tantalizing touch. A moan slips into his mouth, your tongue quivering as you scrape his bottom lip with it, and he finally lets you go breathe your own air.

"You know I got a light if you need, just ask." Ace pants, but he still holds up his flaming finger for you to gaze at, his freckled face illuminated by orange flames. He's beautiful, you think to yourself, you know he would only scoff and roll his eyes if you said something like that at this time again. One day he's gonna see his worth, and you hope it comes from the time you two have spent together so far.

"You're a jackass. Just fucking touch me." You groan, better not make things too emotional, he's sure to view it as just sex. You keep having to remind your giddy heart that this isn't romance, it burns but not as much as when his flame flickers a bit too close to you. He puts out his light, and you're both back in the dark again. Gods, you're nervous and anxiously awaiting his eager touch.

His long fingers come to rest under your shirt, tracing the curvature of your breasts over your bra. You have recently learned that Ace's eyes carry a strong presence, you can always feel them on you no matter how far he seems to be, and it's just that much more intense up close. Slowly, he lifts your shirt up just so it wouldn't cover your breasts, and you feel his breath begin to tickle your sternum. Without a word, you take your blouse off yourself, giving him a bit more free reign.

The barely audible noise of your bra coming undone and hitting somewhere on the floor as Ace throws it aside softly resonates in the room.

"I'm gonna need that later." You huff.

"You'll get it later, we got better things to focus on." Ace chortles, his smirk prevalent in his voice.

The cool air of the closet stiffens your nipples, making goosebumps form on the soft skin of your breasts as well. A small hum escapes Ace's lips, and you hear the sound of saliva clicking in his mouth as he shifts closer towards you, then things are silent for a second... Before a soft sigh whimper escapes you when you feel two fingers gently tug at your nipple, rolling it under their warm touch. Your hardened nipples begin to soften upon contact with such warmth, and Ace seeks to stiffen them back up. His other hand reaches to grope your untouched breast, kneading it firmly while also keeping a dash of tenderness in his palm as he grabs it in his hands the way you like, he's always been a fast learner when it came to various things, you could say he's an expert in you and your body at this point in time.

"I ever told you that you got some pretty tits?" Ace licks his lips, just barely able to see better than you can in the dark, and he's got his eyes on the prize. His fingers quit toying with your nipples as he dips his head downwards, pressing his moistened lips to your areola in hot kisses. Breath heavy, his tongue darts out to swirl around your nipple and coat it entirely in his saliva, making you squirm in his lap. A desire bubbles up in your stomach, and your thighs coincidentally trap one of Ace's own.

Though you try and still yourself, it's harder becasue it's Ace, not some random guy you'll forget about the very next week. You've practically trained him in all areas, so what if he's got you horny and wanting more just from a little nipple play? It's a natural reaction with a boy like him. Squeezing your eyes shut, your brows furrow when you give a small roll of your hips into Ace's thigh. A chill runs down your spine, and you feel your arousal dripping into your underwear. Ace's teeth come out to play in a soft nibble against the fat of your breasts, his tongue is hot and heavy against your skin, and it's not stopping here.

"I can feel how hot your pussy is getting." It sounds like he's about to giggle, but his mouth is stuffed full of your breast to the point most of what he says is illegible besides his wet breathing and sucking, your suspicions are confirmed when he smiles midway into sucking on your nipple.

"Whose fault is that?" That retort of yours only fires him up more— literally. His back is bursting into flames, and it lights up the room a little too much for your liking, but atleast you get to see his pretty face showcasing what must be pure bliss with his mouth wrapped around your tit. It feels warm, now that it's colder outside Ace seems to be the only thing to warm up your body. Your hands reach around the back of his neck, fingers interlocking themselves between the messy locks of raven hair on his head, and it calms him... you think.

Ace lets out a low hum, drool trickling down under your breast.

"Hm... Is it mine? 'Cause I'm worried you've got a side piece you're thinking of." Ace's giggles are muffled into your skin again. Finding time to make small jokes during sexual things like this is a bit too intimate for people who are supposed to be just friends with benefits. The impending retort you had in mind is shoved back into the depths of your mind when you feel his hands slide down your body, heading for the waistband of your pants.

Ace always keeps you on your toes, who has need for someone else? You would tell him, but maybe it's better if you show him instead. Gently placing your hands to cup his face, you ease him away from your chest and he thankfully gets the message, but it feels like losing a part of you when his tongue is no longer tracing your skin. Cocking his head to the side, he begins to speak up.

"Not feeling me tonight?"

Resisting the urge to make a joke, you keep the retort to yourself. You'll be feeling him a lot tonight.

END.

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aste-te05 · 1 day ago

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Would You fall in love with me again?

A Optimus Prime x human! Reader fic

Chapter 1: Carry the Blame

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You sit in Fowlers office unmoving as you’re placed across from his empty chair. You’re scared to make a sound, your tired frame holding ever so still. You’re terrified of the outcome, and you’re terrified of the possibilities, the countless possibilities of what could’ve just happened. You were just sitting across from Fowler moments earlier; he was talking to you in light of recent events, and suddenly, his desk phone rang. Immediately he took it, you assume he wasn’t expecting what was told to him from the other end since he swiftly excused himself and got up, rushing out of his office in a frenzy. You were confused and were beyond words as you sat in the now empty office, you pondered about maybe walking out and trying to find the man but your efforts might prove faulty since you don’t know your way around the building, or even the base itself, since it was in an area you were not too familiar with.

”it’s going to be a quick and simple meeting” you recall telling yourself as you stood outside his door. Mentally psyching yourself up, only to be so rudely interrupted as he barged it open, almost surprised to see you standing there in front of him, despite it being a meeting asked from him to you.

He wanted to talk about your current housing situation, since due to unforeseen circumstances you were left homeless after an “accident” took place on your land, and near your home. You had no clue what world this incident would thrust you into, nor what kind of relationships you’d build out of it. You tell yourself it was a blessing in disguise, despite being currently left homeless. All you recall was you leaving home to go run errands in town and coming back to your house being scorched and flattened. Surrounded by an absurd amount of military men and Fowler assessing the situation, greeting you in a hush tone and offering a full refund to the damage caused.

“as of right now, construction is now underway, no charges necessary. We have your preferred location as well, you wanted it near Condon Oregon am I correct?” he asks as he looks over the pile of papers that were messily stapled together, briefing over the information as he looks towards you with a raised eyebrow.

You straighten in your seat, folding your hands in your lap as you began to talk to him, “Yes my parents bought some land up there for me before they went dark, it’s the only other place I can even consider home sir.” You blatantly reply, your parents were good people, at least you thought they were. They were there while you were growing up, bought you your first car and anything else you could’ve asked for, but suddenly, they vanished. You weren’t shocked since they usually went on spontaneous trips to wherever they wanted to go, but it saddened you when they didn’t come back. They never called nor texted or emailed, and the grief finally hit you when an officer appeared at your doorstep several years later.

“the only remains found were your mothers. There have not been sightings of your father nor any evidence of him that could’ve been found in the same vicinity of where your mother was, so he is our main suspect as of now.” The officer had told you. You could only stand staring at him, wide eyed and bewildered.

“are you okay ma’am?”

“what?”

“I said, are you okay?” Your eyes flash towards Fowler’s almost concerned face as he stares at you.

You smile and nod your head politely, apologizing profusely for wandering off on him like that. Thankfully the man seems amused as he continues to go over the plans with you.

You continue to go over the blueprints for another 15 minutes before the phone on his desk begins to ring, he apologizes and picks it up, ready to reply with a “I’m busy” or “call back later” you assumed before he froze immediately in his seat. He panics and looks at you with wide eyes, a look you’ve come to realize can only mean the best or the worst. Obviously, you were only hoping for the ladder in this case.

“Please excuse me, there’s been a uh situation.” He puts his hands together as a quick sorry before rushing out of his rolling chair and out his office door, leaving with a very thunderous SLAM while doing so.

Which leaves you to now. It’s been almost an hour since he’s left, and you’ve must have gone through the blue prints at least ten times on your own accord. You sigh before leaning back into your chair, staring up at the ceiling fan that circled rather slowly as you watched the blades, almost hypnotized at the movement. Or so, you were before a figure barged into the office you were now sitting in.

You turn back swiftly, almost spinning out of control in your chair as you stare at the figure in the doorway.

It was Fowler.

You smile and get up from your chair, taking a step further to him you further notice how frazzled he looks, his face paler than usual, it almost unnerves you as he looks like he just saw a ghost.

“Is everything alright sir?” you ask, stopping just about a foot away from him as he continues to push back his dark hair and straighten his suit and tie.

“Yes but I regret to inform you that we will have to move this meeting somewhere else, would you mind to follow me?” he steps out of the walk way, holding his arms out as he lets you walk out of his abode, you both step out into the bare hallway and he swiftly shuts the door behind you two and begins to lead you to the exit.

“now miss I know this may be a bit jarring to experience, so please take your time to settle and take in your surroundings. What you’re about to see is not something id just show anyone but due to your uh, situation”- ah yes my situation that has now stranded me as homeless and without my belongings of which I do in fact need to continue my work and my way of living, “-we have decided to give you a temporary place in the town of Jasper. Jasper Nevada.” You cock an eyebrow towards him as you both step out the door to the outside, the building nestled comfortable between many others like it, military barracks are what you spot just a few yards away as you take the view of the base in, rather swiftly might you add before Fowler rushes you towards open ground.

“Jasper Nevada? But why? And how am I even going to get there without a plane ticket, I understand you might not grasp the entire aspect of my situation sir, but since the demolishment of my house due to those robots I’ve been left with nothing! No money, no clothes, not even a picture frame.” He nods frantically and stops in the grass, you continuing to ramble about your now ruined life as you continue to somewhat spiral in front of the panicking man.

He hushes you in a quick tone, before taking in a deep breath. You stand in place, glaring at him and noting of his very rude action that you will be taking up with his superiors if you ever get to meet them.

“I understand you’re confused about the traveling but we have got you covered graciously through this” he points to the open grass and you give him an awkward look before stumbling back in surprise as a green vortex appears before you.

“what the fuck?” You mutter under your breath as you stare in surprise at the thing.

“Sir what even is this?” you look to him and he gives you albeit a very sympathetic and apologetic look before replying in a quick manner.

“It’s what we call a ground bridge, military made it is, and I advise if you want to see your new house before you die you walk through it now.” You open your mouth to argue about the absurd idea when the sudden sound of tanks moving catch your attention. You however, don’t get the chance to turn back to see what’s going on before fowler grabs your arm and rushes the two of you in and through the portal.

You both walk into the portal and immediately you’re hit with a sense of nausea, your insides feeling like they’re twisting and turning as you’re thrust out of the wormhole looking thing, only to fall and touch cold metal flooring.

The coldness feels good on your hands, but the panic turns back as you look behind you to notice the wormhole now closed. You can only sit in silence as you eye fowler next to you, looking like he himself is about to vomit his lunch out as he holds his hand over his mouth, bending over as he dry heaves.

Well maybe this’ll teach you a lesson.

You get up from your feet and continue to brush off your shirt and pants of dirt taking in the sights of your surroundings, it seems to be in a weird cave that you’re in. a very tall cave, with metal stairs and what seems to be a tunnel leading out. You take notice of a very large computer in front of you with an oversized keyboard to accompany it. And begin to ask yourself what kind of shit you got yourself into it.

“welcome to where you’ll be staying until your home is built, we call it the autobot base.” Fowler, has seemed to recover from the recent wormhole even and is now standing next to you, forcing a welcome home kind of smile.

In response, you can only continue to stare at him in shock and bewilderment. You’re angry, confused, emphasis on confused since you have no way in hell to tell what you’re supposed to do now, and even more confused as you feel the ground shake from beneath you, very rapidly as you assume them to be footsteps thanks to the pattern they seem to be following, to your dismay they seem to be getting closer as the vibrations become more forceful and coherent. You can only get a small gasp out as you eye what you assume the footsteps belonged to.

A robot. A giant fucking robot.

It continues to walk towards you and Fowler, only stopping a few feet away before it begins to lower itself on one knee, you assume it’s making a kind attempt to meet you at face level. as best as it can since it literally towers over you.

You both come face to face with it, taking in its blue and red coloring and it’s almost sky blue.. eyes?? Pupils?? God if you know what to call them at this point. Robot terminology could be totally different for all you know in your primitive brain.

The sound of Fowler clearing his throat snaps you out of your thought process as you turn to him still confused as all hell.

“Miss, I would like you to meet Optimus Prime, leader of the autobots, a race of sentient robots me and the military have been working closely with for some time. They come from space and more so mean no harm. I promise they’re only here for your protection. Most of them at least” You give him a straight glare at that last part before looking up at the giants face once more.

You want to be angry; you want to shout but something tells you that, even throughout everything that’s happened these past few minutes, Fowler’s telling you the straight, blunt truth. Looking at the robot- er Optimus’ face, you can’t see even an ounce of malice. Nor any evidence that he’d even want to harm you in any way. Which in turn makes your tense muscles relax a bit.

You awkwardly shift where you stand as you clear your throat just as Fowler did, before nervously putting out a hand.

“Nice to meet you Optimus, I’m not sure if my designation means much to you right now, but I am happy to be here in your home.” You smile and nervously begin to sweat as he looks down at your hand questioningly. Assuming he doesn’t understand the concept of a handshake you rapidly put your arm down and place it beside you, giving the bot a brief apology as you turn from him in embarrassment.

“Do not be ashamed earthling, I am still getting used to your people’s culture and was not aware that was a way of greeting, as Fowler hasn’t mentioned it to me quite yet. But I accept your humble offering of peace, and I say in full certain that you’re protection is the utmost importance to me and my fellow comrades. We are all equals in this war.” War… war!!?? Are you fucking kidding me!?

You turn to Fowler, furious at him and his thought process of involving you in such a thing. He looks at you sheepishly, starting to sweat as you step towards him before you begin to yell, hot tears threatening to make an appearance. “You brought me here, through this tunnel, with this giant robot, only for it to tell me im now involved in a whole robot war!!?? And that there’s now more of them!!?? What do you think is going to happen now? How are you going to take accountability for this sir, because I will not, and I mean it, will not take part in any of this. This is absurd, a joke even, where are the cameras because this is too unbelievable, even for you.” You point at him accusingly, upset, and so emotional to the point you want to just curl up right here and just let all this pent up grief out.

You’re home has been taken away and now you’re forced to adapt with the knowledge that you’ve been thrusted into a war you had no fault in. What even was the point in trying to wrap your head around this all.

Before you can berate the general even more, Optimus butts in, stepping into the conversation before you can say anything more harmful to the man you so badly want to rip apart, limb by limb.

“Please earthling, I know this must be at a shock to you, but rest assured, I promise that this war will no longer have any effect directly on you, it’s but a temporary solution and once this is done, you will no longer need to be involved in such tyranny. Just please know that this was the best answer me and Agent Fowler could give to you. We do not wish to involve you in more violence than you must be, and I’ve been personally seeing to it that you get homed properly, and that you remain to be untouched and out of the hands of our enemy.” He stares at you with almost pleading eyes, he doesn’t want to see you like this, not that it would annoy him, but it would only make him more upset about your situation than you are yourself, he said it himself, he’s taking your case personally.

You can’t help but admire his confidence, he wants you to know that you’re safe, that you’re out of harms way. And you wish you could believe him, you wish you believed what he just told you about how you’ll be out of this war sooner than you think, but you can’t help but let this feeling of grief envelop you. You know you won’t be out so easily, and you know with war comes losses. And in your case, you’re scared of what losses you’ll have to soon see through, you’ll go through it all alone with not even a rock to hold you up.

How can one even do such a thing without crumbling apart first?

Yayyyy chapter one done, (there’s more to this chapter but I’m posting it along with chapter 2 :)) if you wish to support me further follow my a03!!! I might be posting works on there that won’t be uploaded here

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frenskcup · 2 days ago

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having thoughts about...

the past few days have had your back screaming out in agony. but that's nothing your man can't fix. with his own aching body, yelling out for some reprieve, trust that jason has his own arsenal of solutions that he's more than willing to try out on you. anything to help his beloved.

of course you can hog the heated pad for tonight. the drizzle that gotham is accustomed to has upgraded to an absolute downpour that has his own bones aching, so he knows how it is.

did his comparatively larger hand feel nice on your lower back? yeah, he can keep it there – in fact, he'll include the other and massage your back in tandem if that will help the pain.

on one particularly crappy day, you can't control the grunts and winces of pain when you twist a certain way your back can't take. it's the worst it's been since it started a few weeks ago. jason can tell.

not like that's saying much– he's attentive to your every emotion: every tired sigh you don't think too much about in the moment, the stink-eye you give the lady at the bodega for cutting in front of you, the sparkle in your eye when he plants a big one on your cheek as he passes by and you pull him right back to return the action three-fold.

you're on your phone when he comes through the front door and stops in his tracks. it's not uncommon for you to be scrolling through a random app's feed but the position you chose to put yourself is: upside down with your legs outstretched, resting on the wall.

"how's the weather down there?" his question holds a different meaning behind it, unlike his normal quips about the height difference between you two.

"it was good 'til it wasn't," you groan, dropping your phone and slithering off the couch head first. your legs are still planted on the seat of the couch, and the new position makes jason's back hurt looking at you.

you make grabby hands at him, which he feels he cannot legally deny in any circumstance. he squats down to reach your hands, squeezing to make sure you had a good grip on him and were ready for the force of him lifting/pulling.

with a grunt, jason snaps up from his semi-squat position and drags you with him. the amount of force he uses with you has been carefully calibrated over the time you've known each other.

a yelp has his heart in his throat. there's no way he hurt you, right?

"you okay?"

he's quick to put you down and check your shoulders and arms for any acute injuries. the last thing he needs is to hurt you. he'd feel too guilty to touch you again in that way if he did, which would make performing his previous maneuver at your behest difficult.

you're silent as he firmly grabs at places that could have been injured. as jason faces your front, he notices your silence is paired with a very out-of-it expression. he never hit your head on anything, did he?

"baby? you okay–"

"my back."

his eyes widen with concern. you're still standing but...

"did i make it worse?" your eyes focus in on him, now taking in the worry evident on his face.

"i... think you might have popped something." your hand reaches for his to reassure him. "something good, i promise. wasn't expecting that to happen, so it scared me silent, i guess."

he let's out a breath and squeezes your hand, relieved that he didn't cause any more pain.

"i need you to do something for me. and don't try to talk me out of it. this is for science."

"science is only when you write stuff down."

you scoff at him.

"stop quoting myth busters at me, you absolute nerd."

"it seems like i'm being summoned somewhere else." he pretends to check his phone, making sure to rip his hand away from you. "yeah, definitely something significantly more important than whatever "science" you're doing."

"fine. i'm sorry. you're not a nerd." your pause makes jason think you're about to tell him your idea. "you're a huge nerd. like, physically and quantitatively."

his dead stare at you has your facade cracking, a sputtered laugh falling from your lips. you grab at his hands with great difficulty, as he swats at you and tries to stuff them in his jeans.

"okay, okay. you're my huge nerd. better?"

you give up on trying to pull his hands from where he's planted them, instead reaching around his neck to pull him closer to you. you know jason can't stop his hands from grabbing your lower back to pull you even closer, making you grin. you rub your nose to his when he's close enough.

"not at all."

"just– help me out, please?"

you hold his cheeks in your hands, forcing him to look at you as you look at him with puppy dog eyes, a small pout on your lips. he rolls his eyes and you know you got him.

"thank you, jaybird!" you plant a kiss on his cheek with a loud, exaggerated smooching noise.

(back during your first month or two with him, you tried to find out how much moisture on your lips would have him wiping away at his cheek or mouth. turns out, there was no way in hell jason was going to do that. wipe off your kiss? that you specifically gave to him? you're outta your damn mind.)

you get jason to help you scoot the coffee table out of the way for a more spacious floor to work with. you guide him into the spot you envisioned, closing one eye and telling him "a little more to the left".

"okay. i'm gonna cartwheel in front of you." you point at him. "you're gonna catch my legs."

as the son and protege of a detective, the cogs in his head are turning with the instructions you've given him. he never was the fastest at deducing motives or criminal reasoning when he first started, but now he's pretty good with the experience under his belt.

you move quicker than the detective his mind, swinging a leg up and then the other in front of him.

"now pull me up by my legs!" you shout, not currently being able to register how loud you are when the blood is rushing to your head and you're nowhere close to jason's ears that are more than six feet away from your head. "not fast! just enough to stretch me out!"

he's not for sure on whether this will help your back at all, more just going along for the ride at this point. but like the caring boyfriend he is, he grasps both of you legs with his arms and slowly moves you enough so that you're dangling from his hold.

a loud 'pop' sounds out from your spine, causing you to yelp in surprise.

"i'm okay! that was a good pop!" you learned from your last pop to tell him if it hurt. "i think that's all i'm gonna get out of it today. please put me down!"

jason maneuvers you gently to the ground and your feet away from him. your face is flushed from being upside down and you stumble into his chest, both his arms coming to grab you before you fell.

"i'd offer you the same treatment, but..." you wrap your arms around him and can just only get your hands together in an s-grip. "you're too big a nerd."

with a groan, he effortlessly hoists you up underneath your armpits and throws you before catching you. not wanting to risk a fall, you wrap your arms and legs around him quickly. if you had claws, he's sure you'd be stuck on his shirt. not that he'd mind.

"remind me why i let you bully me."

"because... i'll let you lay on me and rub your shoulders and back like you want?"

"you're lucky you know me so well."

and with that, he traps you under the lumpy couch that you swore you'd replace like a few months ago. true to your word, you take your time massaging his tense shoulders and rubbing and scratching his back to let him feel some relief. besides–

"you're my big nerd."

A/N: didn't think this would be so long, but i always like to stretch a bit for waaaay longer than it should. i'm a new jason todd stan as of like, a month ago. so jason might be o.o.c. but i wanted to get this to the masses asap

#jason todd x reader #jason todd #dc comics #gender neutral reader #reader insert

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dandysworldhcs · 2 days ago

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ANGSTANGSTANGSTANGSTANGST

who will I be making depressed today? the mains because I kin 3 of them holy shit (in two parts. this is part one YIPPEE) (also these are the 3 I kin)

berry boy:

ahem. after the ichor incident, sprout became really scared for what could happen, but eventually he suppressed it and basically turned it into a kind of need to feel like he's protecting someone. like for example even if everyone is safe he just HAS to check just in case because what if this what if that this could go wrong that could go wrong if this happens that could happen and this has happened before so if I do this I can lessen the chances of thing happeni- and gets burnt out significantly quicker than... literally everyone else in gardenview. he won't admit it though he'll just sit in his room with the door barricaded (the handlers had the keys to the door locks) trying to function properly, and if someone tries to check on him he'll hide under his bed or desk to avoid being seen because UH OH DANGER DANGER WHY AM I BEING SEEN DOING NOTHING UHHHH OH NO !!! irrational panic basically (even though the only entrance is barricaded...). also, when he discovered tapes could be used to heal he immediately began using them on runs because if even a single person is not on full health he cannot feel relaxed in the slightest- but the dumbass doesn't care if he's on one and WILL run away from cosmo at 1 if he doesn't have enough tapes to heal him back (I'm totally not projecting all of this totally). also random but he will definitely cry if you yell at him (he'll go somewhere to hide before crying though). also has a habit of assuming everything that goes wrong has to be his fault because 'he was supposed to make sure everything went fine'

asstroke:

eepy hypersomniac who in a lot of situations wants to just sleep instead. he dozes off a lot because of that. also, it might be a bit subtle, but he can tell when his friends aren't rested, and usually tries to fix it, even if it's the kind of tired sleep can't fix. also, the guilt from knowing too much about the ichor operation and not being able to say anything about it to protect dandy eats at him endlessly. but you know when he's free from all that? in his curated dreams, where nothing can affect him, where he can be happy, free from all the depressing truths gardenview has to offer (think basil from omori but with sunny's headspace). he's starting to see everything as a kind of cycle... and he's kinda losing motivation to do pretty much anything, but he kinda still has to to survive so. also, the insecurity about his extra arms came from when gardenview was still open, a lot of children called him bug-like for it or even just straight-up scary or ugly, so now he just hides 'em by turning himself into a burrito with his blanket. also, not depressing but... he's just always cold, so he wears a shirt, another shirt, then poncho, then blanket

ammonite wannabe:

being constantly ignored by everyone has increasingly proved to her that no one really cares about her, and that has made her more open about her feelings. no one's listening, what's the point in not thinking out loud? she's done the thing where she just doesn't talk and sees if anyone notices... and they do! but they jokingly say 'aren't you gonna start yapping about dinosaurs around about now?' but unfortunately, she didn't realise it was in a joking way and ended up 'realising' everyone thought of her as the dinosaur girl, not anything else. not a person, not someone worth loving, just 'the girl who likes dinosaurs'. she also secretly gets REALLY happy whenever she gets hurt on a run because that means she'll get healed, which is a form of care!!! yay!!! (can you see the dynamic yet. guy who stresses whenever anyone gets slightly hurt and girl who loves getting hurt to feel cared about. and they're totally 100% not both me) sometimes people just don't notice, but usually it's fine. she yaps about dinosaurs because it's something she's interested in and she wants people to know all about them!!! but unfortunately people thought it was annoying that she talked about them so much, so they avoided her. this led to her thinking that people just don't want to be around her, and that they weren't wrong for it

- psstyourbonesarewet anon

wet bone anon. watch out. im coming for you. you arent gonna see it comonv.

#freakin uhh mod daz #HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO MEEEEEEEEE #psstyourbonesarewet anon #dandys world #dw #dandys world headcanons #dw headcanons #sprout dandys world #sprout dw #shelly dandys world #shelly dw #astro dandys world #astro dw

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darkserenity24 · 2 days ago

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𝑭𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒐𝒎 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒐𝒔 - 𝑪𝒉. 11 (𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 2)

Loki x Reader

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: 𝙃𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙡𝙮, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙞𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙞𝙩𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛.

𝘈/𝘕: 𝘈𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 12𝘬 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳. 𝘐'𝘮 𝘉𝘌𝘈𝘛 🥱. 𝘈𝘭𝘴𝘰, 𝘐’𝘮 𝘥𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 @echo-is-worth-more-than-2000 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴. 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘶𝘺𝘴 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘤, 𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦, 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵! 𝘕𝘰𝘸 𝘴𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬, 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘹, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦.

𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚?

As you stood there still clad in your rumpled pajamas, you struggled to make sense of what was happening at that moment. Loki, on the other hand, watched you intently, his narrowed green eyes burning with outrage as if you had committed some great offense.

You shook your head, still too tired to understand what he was accusing you of doing.

“Huh?”

“Do not pretend to be dense.” He chided. “It is unbecoming of you.”

“Loki, I have no idea what you-” you paused, face falling as the realization of what he was talking about dawned on you.

Your jaw dropped as you looked at him with wide eyes. “Did you invade my dreams just to get me to talk to you?”

He raised a sharp brow, not looking one bit ashamed.

“Loki!” You exclaimed. “That is so not cool!”

“How else was I supposed to get you to tell me what you were so clearly trying to keep from me?” He argues.

“I don’t know,” you shook your head and raised a hand in the air. “Maybe by waiting for me to tell you myself on my own time?”

“You’ve been avoiding me for days and I was getting sick of it. You were never going to say anything to me at the rate you were going, so I had to take matters into my own hands,” he grumbled. “In retrospect, I never should have chosen that dopey movie. You become oddly distracted even in a state of unconsciousness.”

You considered arguing about his blatant invasion of your dreams but decided it wasn’t worth the effort. It was too late. He had already gotten his way, discovering that you were planning to ask him to go along with Steve and Tony’s plan of dating Sarah.

You dragged a hand down your face, shaking your head in quiet exasperation. “Whatever, it’s done now. You know what I wanted to talk to you about and I know you have questions, but can you please promise not to do that again?”

He crossed his arms tightly, lips pursing into a thin line. “I’ll consider, it at best. Now, tell me who has convinced you to change your mind about this idiotic idea?”

“No one,” you answered. “I just had more time to think about it and realized that it may be a good thing for you to do.”

There was no way you were telling him it was Steve.

“It was Rogers wasn’t it?” he questioned, expression dark with displeasure.

“What? No…”

“Do not lie to me. I overheard that irritating buffoon stopping you in the hall a few days ago. I didn’t catch what was so pressing, but tell me, does it not strike you as odd that you’ve been keeping your distance from me ever since?”

“Loki,” you sighed. “I just think it’s a good idea. I know you can’t see why now but I really think you should do it.”

“And why in hel would I do such a thing?”

“Well, because…” you stumbled in your words, trying to come up with the most convincing explanation you could find without revealing to him what you knew. You doubted he’d sabotage his return to Asgard, but knowing Loki, he probably wouldn’t care if the Asgardians disapproved of how close he was to you.

“Because it would help your overall image for people to see you around a woman that’s not… me.”

A dark brow raised high on his head as he impatiently waited for you to elaborate. When you did not say more, his frustration only grew stronger.

“Are you hearing yourself right now?” he asked sardonically. “Are you truly as ill as you claimed to be?”

The bewildered look in his eyes had you close to folding to his whim, and throwing the whole plan out the window as you initially wanted to. But if you were truly his friend you would do what’s best for him regardless of your own feelings, so you had to double down.

“I’m being completely serious, Loki. This will be a lot better for you than I had initially thought. Sarah is the perfect woman for you to be seen with right now. She’s beautiful, kind, and she seems pretty smart from what I’ve seen so far. Being seen with her is not the worst idea in the world.”

He blinked, appearing as if he was having a hard time comprehending what you just said.

“So, if I am understanding this correctly,” he began. “You desire for me to enter into a false relationship with a woman I know nothing about, and whom I have never spoken to before.”

You nodded slowly, the tension in your expression betraying your nerves.

“Um, yes… essentially.”

Your heart sank when you saw disappointment flicker across his face.

“Look, I know it sounds crazy but you’ll just have to trust me. As Tony said, this will take the media’s eyes off us and soon enough things will simmer down.” You explained with a hint of desperation in your voice. “If you could do this for just a little while, things will eventually go back to normal and you will never have to see her again. That’s of course if you don’t want to…”

Loki's eyes clouded with confusion as he studied you, his shoulders falling as though he had just lost a battle he never saw coming.

“I do not understand,” he solemnly stated. “The other day– I thought we had– I–.”

He paused and lowered his head, eyes closing shut as if he was trying to gain more control over himself. When he did, he lifted his head and faced you, resignation strong in his eyes.

“I loathe this idea entirely… but if it’s truly what you want, I will comply."

Your mouth parted, not having expected him to agree with it so… easily? Easily wasn’t the most appropriate word but you really were expecting to debate with him for days about this. Loki wasn’t known to give in to things he did not want to do so quickly.

It was the outcome you had wanted, for certain, but you could not explain why your stomach sank at the thought of Loki agreeing to date Sarah.

You swallowed down the lump in your throat, daring to look him in the eyes.

“O-okay.” your voice was barely above a whisper. “Thank you, Loki. I really appreciate you doing this. I’ll inform Tony that the plan’s back on.”

He said nothing, refusing even to meet your gaze as he stared past you. You knew he was upset, but there was nothing you could do to fix it. If there had been any other way to spare him from the Asgardians' wrath, you would have taken it, anything but asking him to parade around with Sarah.

You felt sick to your stomach, and this time it wasn’t just because of your underlying condition.

******

“This will never work if you don’t at least pretend to look like you like her. She’s a gorgeous woman, make some eye contact for Christ’s sake!”

You sat at an empty table in the back of a large hall, attempting to do your classwork on your laptop while simultaneously eyeing the three people standing on the opposite side of the room from you.

Tony dragged out a sigh, dramatically slapping a hand on his forehead. He looked as if he was dealing with a couple of teenagers instead of two fully grown adults.

Loki mumbled something under his breath that only Sarah and Tony were able to hear, causing Sarah to purse her lips as if she was holding back a laugh and Tony to snap his head over to Loki with a deep frown.

After you had the dreadful but much needed conversation with Loki about pairing him with Sarah, you pathetically sauntered to Tony’s office the next day to tell him that the plan was on after all.

He almost spit out the coffee he was drinking.

“Seriously!?”

He immediately started to yap, most likely going to question why you suddenly had a change of heart after you cracked down on him about how stupid the plan was the day before.

However, he stopped himself mid-sentence, taking a deep breath and raising his hands in surrender.

“You know what, I’m not even going to ask.” He remarked, though you knew he was holding himself back immensely from doing just that. “I agreed to let you take control of the situation so that’s exactly what I’m going to do. Even though you're seriously giving me whiplash here, kid,” he muttered that last part.

He was right. You did backtrack on some of the things you said to him yesterday, but at least you were still able to convince him to make your own decisions regarding Loki. Without his unnecessary input, that is.

Later that day, you met with Loki to go over the details of the plan. He didn’t say much, but his expression spoke volumes. You had to remind yourself that you were placing him in an unusual and uncomfortable position. How else was he supposed to react?

There was a charity banquet coming up in less than a week, and many media outlets were planning to be there. It was the absolute perfect time for Loki and Sarah’s public debut, and while you were still the official leader of the plan, you let Tony take the lead in instructing Sarah and Loki on the best way to go about appearing as an established couple to the public.

Hence why you currently found yourself watching the two men engaging in a heated debate, while Sarah observed with uncertainty in her features.

Clearly having had enough of Loki’s backtalk, Tony swiftly spun around to grab your attention.

“Kid,” he shouted across the hall, annoyance clear on his tired face. “Can you please get this guy to behave? I’m this close” He held his fingers barely an inch apart from each other. “to canceling the whole banquet just so I don’t have to deal with this mess.”

Cautiously, you glanced over to Loki who stood many feet away from both Tony and Sarah, silently brooding with his arms crossed over his chest. He tried not to look at you but eventually gave in. Once his annoyed eyes met your silent but pleading gaze, he dropped his arms with a sigh and returned his vexed gaze to Tony.

“Much better,” Tony praised. “Sarah, scoot a little closer to tall, dark, and brooding.”

Sarah did as instructed, of course, sending Loki a smile as she did. He did not smile back.

“Now I want you to wrap your arm around her waist. That’ll be a great way to showcase that you’re an established couple. The longer it stays there, the better.”

“That is quite unnecessary.” Loki voiced. “Standing in such close proximity to one another should already indicate what you are trying to accomplish here.”

“No, it doesn’t.” Tony deadpanned. “Now stop being a whiny baby and do what I said. You’re just lucky I’m not making you kiss her yet.”

You flinched at Tony’s words, not really liking that idea at all.

“You are treading dangerous territory, Stark,” Loki warned, face darkening. “That would be utterly unnecessary. Besides, no one with functioning eyesight will be fooled into thinking I am courting this woman.”

Your eyes widened at Loki’s blunt words, and when you glanced at Sarah, she merely raised an eyebrow.

“That woman is your new girlfriend so you better start acting like it. The banquet is this Saturday so you don’t have a lot of time to get your act together.” Tony chastised. “Do you really want to bomb the whole plan because you can’t bear to look at a pretty girl? Is she intimidating the big bad god? Is that it?”

When Loki took a menacing step towards Tony, you knew you had to step in and do something before they actually did kill each other this time. All Tony had to do was say one word and F.R.I.D.A.Y. would have him suited up and ready to fire in less than a second.

But yet again, Sarah stepped in before you could.

“Tony, I think what Loki is trying to say is that he’s not fully comfortable around me yet to engage in any physical touch. I mean, of course, he wouldn’t, he doesn’t really know me.” she shrugged.

Tony crossed his arms, facing her. “Sorry, Sarah, but that’s no excuse. You don’t know him either yet you’re doing a damn great job of pretending to enjoy standing next to him. I can only imagine how hard that is. I, for one, could never do that so easily.”

“But you’re forgetting one little detail, I’m a professional,” she pointed to herself, “I do this for a living so I’ve had lots of practice with these types of situations. I’m assuming that Loki hasn’t. Maybe the best thing to do right now is for us to get to know each other first. Maybe we could go somewhere and chat a bit. Then I think we can get into the groove of things.”

Tony placed his fingers on his chin in thought. “You know, I don’t hate that idea.” he nodded. “You two need to go on a date first. Get chummy with each other and all, yada yada. Then maybe rock of ages here will thaw that icy cold exterior of his.”

“I do not think-.” Loki’s opposition was cut off by Tony.

“It doesn’t matter what you think. Remember, you don’t make the calls in this relationship.” he pointed his thumb in your direction. “She does.”

Tony swung his head over to where you were sitting in the back of the hall.

“So, what do you think, kid? Date or no date?”

You looked up from your laptop in surprise, not expecting for him to ask for you opinion. Then you remembered that Tony wouldn’t officiate any plans without your say so because well… you had told him not to.

Did you really want Loki and Sarah to go somewhere private and spend time getting to know each other? The real answer was no. But you couldn’t say that so you had to go with the complete opposite way of how you felt. You had to keep in mind that this would be for Loki’s benefit in the long run.

You closed your laptop and slowly rose from your seated position. “Sarah is truly the expert on this. If she thinks it’s a good idea then go for it.”

“Great! Then it’s settled.” Tony exclaimed, turning back to Loki and Sarah. “Alright, class is over. You’re both dismissed. You two have some homework to do, and so do I. See ya!”

With that, Tony left for the exit, leaving you, Loki, and Sarah alone in the spacious hall.

Loki stood there, tense and unmoving, while Sarah began to speak to him about their plans.

“No better time to start than now! I’m free for the next few hours, so maybe we could go down and have dinner at that fancy seafood restaurant on the third floor. What do you think?”

Loki threw her a dismissive glance, ignoring her and turning to face you instead.

“Is this truly necessary?” he asked, voice laced with irritation.

Not wanting to leave Sarah in an awkward position, you reluctantly confirmed.

“Yes, Sarah is right. You’re more likely to be more convincing if you take some time to get to know her.” You turned to Sarah with a small smile. “Do you mind if I have a quick word with him? When we’re done, I’ll personally escort him to the restaurant myself so you can have your date.”

Sarah nodded, looking back and forth between you and Loki with an indiscernible expression on her face. “Sure, no problem at all.” She agreed, “See you soon, Loki.”

It was once she left that Loki began to freely express his extreme displeasure with the situation.

“For the life of me, I cannot fathom why I am doing this,” he groused. “Not only is this uncalled for, but it is a complete and utter waste of time and will not work.”

You looked at him guiltily. “I understand, I really do. I know Tony isn’t making this any easier for you, but he knows more about this romance stuff than I do so that’s why he’s the one helping you instead of me.” You explained. “I don’t like this either, but the sooner you warm up to her, the faster we can get this whole thing over with, okay?”

He shook his head, his expression dark with discontent, but remained silent.

“Also, can you do me a favor and promise me that you’ll stop being so cold to Sarah? She’s really trying to meet you in the middle with this, which is really sweet of her.”

“It is not sweet,” Loki snarked. “It is the woman’s occupation. She is being forced to do this as well, the only difference being she is getting rewarded for it and I am not.”

“She’s not being forced, and you aren’t either, remember.” You reminded him. “You still have free will. You can stop this at any time if you really wanted to. I would never force you to do anything.” And you meant that.

“And yet, that would only earn your disapproval.” A weary sigh escaped him, his eyes clouded with sadness as he slowly shook his head. “I do not desire to see you unhappy with me.”

“I wouldn’t be unhappy,” you glanced down at your feet as you struggled to explain. How could you tell him that him walking away from this would actually make you happy? “I just know this is probably for the best. At least for right now.”

“You still have not given me a valid reason on why that is.” His face fell, sadness and confusion evident on his features.

“I just… I just think you should trust me on this one. Just a little longer, please?"

He studied your face in silence, his lips parting as if to speak, only to close again in quiet resignation. Slowly, he took a step back, putting distance between you.

“Loki…”

Your eyes followed him as he walked out of the hall, leaving you standing there alone and feeling horrible.

You stared into space, feeling the tightness in your chest grow stronger. A strange sensation settled near your heart.

Everything about this felt wrong, but what else could you do? In the end, you had to do what was best for Loki. What Steve had revealed to you truly put you between a rock and a hard place, and you were slowly getting crushed between both of them.

You didn’t see Loki for the remainder of the day, and when you didn’t receive any manic calls from Tony complaining about Loki’s refusal to cooperate with Sarah, you assumed he did what was requested of him and went on the date like you asked him to.

Then days passed by with no word from either Tony or Loki. You felt sick to your stomach knowing that you were the reason Loki was spending so much time with Sarah. He was placed in a position he didn’t feel he could say no to and you hated that. You didn’t know when or how but you were going to make it up to him when this was all over.

Despite everything else in your life making each day a struggle, you realized that the worst part was not having Loki around. His distance from you was what truly made your world feel like it was falling apart.

******

It was late in the evening when Kayla picked you up from the tower.

When she called you that morning and offered to take you to her family’s practice, you immediately took her up on her offer for two reasons. One was that you really needed to find more treatments for your illness since Dr. Cho was limited in her ability to do any more than she had already done for you. None of her usual treatments seemed to be doing you any good anymore since the cells were starting to mutate at a more rapid rate than they were before.

The second reason was that you didn’t own a vehicle yourself and needed one if you were going to make it all the way to Long Island. It never crossed your mind before since you lived in Manhattan of all places and could walk or take the subway anywhere in the nearby area, and if you ever needed a car, you always had a driver on call to take you wherever you wanted.

But there was no way you were asking a driver who worked for Tony Stark to take this specific destination.

Kayla picked you up later in the day as you requested her to do, when everyone else in the tower was too distracted to ask about your whereabouts.

Loki was still busy preparing for the banquet with Sarah, or at least that's what you assumed. When you agreed to Sarah’s date idea, you didn’t know that entailed him spending every single minute of his time with her. And if he wasn’t with her, then what was he so preoccupied with that he couldn’t even give you a minute of his time?

Against your better judgment, you texted him anyway, telling him you were going to visit Lana tonight, who you conveniently asked to cover for you if anyone decided to be bold enough to confirm if you were actually with her or not. She agreed to do so without asking why, but you could still hear the mild curiosity in her tone.

To your disappointment, Loki only responded to your message with a thumbs up. You felt another crack form in your heart as you stared at his uncharacteristic response. It was basically worse than no response.

Regardless of how you felt, you had to move on with your plan. You covered all the bases you needed to to make sure no one knew where you’d be. You were no rookie anymore when it came to keeping things a secret. You had to stop being so careless about it if you were going to continue to risk keeping this from everyone.

Kayla finding out had been your last straw, and you knew that if anyone else did you’d be done for, but her discovering that you were sick happened to be a blessing in disguise. Instead of yelling at you and making you feel guilty like Wanda did, she provided you with one more potential option to consider when you needed it the most, and you had to thank her for that.

But you still hadn’t met her uncle, and you didn’t know if there was anything he could do that would help you. Yet you still had to try.

Another reason why you jumped at the chance to meet with Kayla was because of what Tony had let slip about his last conversation with her. You couldn’t imagine why she would go to Tony instead of telling you that she was worried about you, so instead of continuing to plague your brain about it, you took the opportunity to ask the source while she was sitting right next to you.

You were surprised by how unusually quiet she was being. It was about thirty minutes into the ride and she barely said more than two sentences. However, it was getting pretty late and you assumed she was just tired. You didn’t know what she got up to nowadays but you were sure she was a busy woman. You both were.

“Hey, Kayla, can I ask you something?”

Your voice was barely audible over the loud music coming from the jeep’s sound system, but she still heard you and turned the music down to a normal level.

“Yeah, sure,” she said, giving you a quick glance before returning her eyes back to the road. “What’s up?”

Your lips pursed as you thought of what to say to her, not sure what was the best way to go about this besides asking her directly. “Did you mention to Tony what’s been happening with me at school?”

She seemed unphased, her eyes narrowing just as touch as she nodded. “Yeah, I think so.”

“Oh, okay.” You slowly turned away from her, leaning back in your seat.

“Why do you ask?” she inquired, peering over at you.

“Well, I guess I just thought it was kind of strange.”

You heard the sound of her lightly chuckling.

“What? Was I not supposed to go to him or something?” She asked. “You know, I’ve known Tony for ages, maybe even longer than you. You’re not the only one who can speak to him about things.”

Your brows furrowed and you whipped your head in her direction. “No, I wasn’t saying that at all. I was just-.”

“Besides,” she interrupted. “I was really concerned for you. You should have seen how much of a mess you were when I walked in on you in that stall. How could I not be?”

“You didn’t tell him about that too… did you?” You tentatively asked.

“No, of course not!” she frowned. “That would have been so stupid of me. I didn’t tell him anything else besides how rough it was for you on campus. I knew you wouldn’t want him to find out about… well what we’re trying to get fixed now. We already spoke about how it’s your choice to let people know about this, not mine. Your secret’s safe with me.” she winked.

Your shoulders relaxed, feeling much better now that you had cleared things up with her. You couldn’t be upset with her because she was right—about everything. She had the right to speak to Tony just as much as you did, and you didn’t want to make her feel like she couldn’t. Plus, she didn’t divulge any truly important information that would have led you to getting caught.

Guilt formed in your chest at the fact that you had second guessed her intentions, and there she was driving you to her uncle’s practice which was over an hour and a half away from the city just so her family could help you.

Kayla wasn’t perfect, but neither were you. Even though it wasn’t your fault, you carried the weight of knowing what happened to her brother and you still accepted her help.

It was really selfish of you but you couldn’t help it. At this point, You were running out of options, and desperation was setting in.

By the time you arrived, rain was falling in heavy streaks, turning the building into little more than a shadow behind a curtain of water.

You stepped out of the car and rain pelted your face as you looked up at the building. You barely heard anything Kayla said to you as your mind raced wildly, trying to decide if you were making the right decision or not. You had no reason to feel uneasy, but you did.

Your unease was most likely coming from the unknown. You had no idea what Kayla’s uncle was capable of, but she seemed to think he could be the answer to all your problems.

It felt like every choice would lead to regret, but choosing was inevitable. Every thought you had seemed like it could be your last, yet you had to try as hard as you could to fix this. You couldn’t let your nerves get the best of you, so you took a deep breath and moved forward.

From the outside, the building looked pretty inconspicuous. It was basically in the middle of nowhere, with only a few other buildings surrounding the area. It did not look like a research center, nor a doctor's office from the outside, but it became clear that it was a pretty well run facility once you got inside.

Oddly enough it took even longer to get through security than it did in the Avengers tower, but once you got through, you stared in awe at the modernistic architecture of the facility.

Noticing your distraction had slowed you down a bit, Kayla urged you to follow her.

“Come on, my parents are waiting for us,” she said, waving your forward. “ they’re in my uncle's office.”

You blanched, having forgotten that they would also be here. You still weren’t completely sure of the reason, but moved along anyway.

She led you to a contemporary office that looked way too spacious for just one person. There, on a loveseat sofa in the middle of the room sat Mr and Mrs Bale. Though Kayla had given you a heads-up about their presence, that didn’t stop the anxiety from entering your chest.

Kayla’s mother, Joanne Bale was the first to speak. “Hello, darling,” she stood to give Kayla a hug and a kiss on the cheek, taking you by surprise when she did the same to you.

You had only met the woman once in your life and there she was hugging you like she’s known you forever. You did your best to not be too tense, and awkwardly returned the favor.

“My apologies,” the older woman chuckled lightly. “It’s been a while since we last saw each other. It’s so good to see you again.”

“Yeah—um good to see you too.” you stammered.

Then another pair of blue eyes caught your attention. Kayla’s father, Bill Bale was staring directly at you as he stood beside his wife. As soon as your eyes met his, you stood frozen for a second. You had forgotten how much he favored his son. The blonde hair, blue eyes, facial structure—really everything seemed like a carbon copy of Jacob’s, just older.

Eventually, you broke your stare when he held out his hand towards you. You reluctantly shook it, trying not to wince as he held onto you a bit tighter than necessary.

“Glad you could make it,” he remarked. “When Kayla told us about your situation, we knew we had to do something about it.”

His voice, which was also similar to his late son’s, made chills run down your spine.

“Thank you, Mr. and Mrs. Bale,” you acknowledged, pulling your hand from his and taking a seat next to Kayla on the sofa opposite of her parents. “That’s very generous of you.”

Joanne waved her hand. “Nonsense, sweetheart. With you being so close to Tony, you’re practically family to us. And please, call us Joanne and Bill.”

You weren’t sure if you were comfortable with doing that but you surely would try.

“My wife is right,” Bill interjected, “Stark holds you in high regard as I’ve said before, and my little girl here always gushes about how great of a friend you are.”

Kayla gave you a bright smile and a wink.

“Though, we’ve heard some very interesting news regarding you and a very unsavory figure that you seemed to have gotten caught up with. I am surprised that the Avengers are allowing him to walk free. God knows how much terror he’s able to cause. However, you seem to be well thought of in our inner circle which is a sure sign that you are good to have around. We can’t have something so silly as cancer take such a bright young mind away from us.” Bill finished.

Your brows lifted as you searched for a response. You didn’t know him well, but you hadn’t been prepared for him to say all of that.

“You know,” Joanne voiced, “my boy Jake was always so fond of you.”

Your whole body stiffened at the mention of her dead son, who you were still positive she was not aware was dead.

“It is such a shame he’s not here. He would have enjoyed seeing your face again.”

Bill let out a low hum in agreement, his unwavering gaze still focused on you.

You smoothed back a stray hair behind your ear nervously. “Y-yeah, Kayla, had mentioned that you all haven’t been able to get a hold of him lately. I’m sorry about that.”

“Sorry?” Bill raised a brow. “Why are you apologizing for my son’s absence?”

Your heart rate picked up as you looked around at each member of the Bale family. You were lost for words.

Was it the wisest thing for you to apologize for Jacob being MIA? No. But really, what else could you have said to them about that?

“The only person who should be sorry is my bull-headed son himself. Unlike my daughter here, he transforms into a spoiled brat whenever he doesn’t get what he wants. He’s done this before, just not to this extent.”

Your shoulders relaxed a touch, feeling relieved that the family still seemed to believe Jacob was just fucking off somewhere like usual, and not becoming suspicious of you in any way.

“Well, I hope he reunites with all of you soon.” You forced out a small smile. “And thank you again for inviting me here.”

“There was no way we were leaving things up to chance regarding your health if we could help it.” Joanne chimed. “My brother is one of the best medical professionals in the country, even better than that Dr. Cho you were seeing before.”

Your brows lightly pinched together. “You know Dr. Cho?”

“Yes,” Joanne confirmed. “We have met a couple of times before, but my brother is more familiar with her. They worked together some time ago.”

“Speaking of the devil,” Bill smirked. “There he is now.”

You looked over your shoulder, watching as a brunette-haired man dressed in dark a suit casually walked into the office. You studied him as he greeted the family, giving Bill a slap on the back and Joanne and Kayla a peck on the cheek.

“Uncle Brad,” Kayla grabbed his attention. “I’d like to meet my friend. She’s the one who will require your services.”

“Ah,” The man pulled off the jarring white sweater he was wearing around his neck and placed it on the desk behind him before stepping forward to meet you.

“So this is the lovely woman you’ve been telling me about.”

He held out his hand toward you and you placed it in his, assuming he was going to shake it. You were taken by surprise when he leaned down to kiss it instead.

Quickly slipping it away, you held your hands behind your back, feeling extremely overstimulated from all the touching this family did.

“Yes, nice to meet you, doctor…” You trailed off, not knowing what to call him.

“No need for doctor, you can call me Brad,” his perfect white teeth gleamed at you as he smiled.

“Doctor Brad Wolfe.”

******

When the day of the charity banquet had arrived, you woke up that morning filled with absolute dread. You considered calling out sick so you didn’t have to attend, but it was ironic since you were actually feeling the healthiest you had in a long time.

After Kayla’s uncle arrived, Brad, as he asked you to call him, you all gathered around while he educated you more about how his cancer research facility was created.

A couple of years ago, it was a government-owned lab, but when the cost of maintaining its specialized materials and personnel became too high, no one could afford to keep it running. That’s when the Bale family stepped in and purchased the facility, ensuring the research could continue. From then they had transformed it into their own specialized research center.

The mention of how expensive the treatments were had made you nervous since you were not particularly wealthy, however, Kayla’s parents dismissed your worries, claiming that they would take care of all the medical bills for you, and refused to take no for an answer.

They won the battle when you eventually gave in, and they seemed to be pleased with being able to help you. You stopped fighting and tried to tell yourself that’s just what rich people did. What else would they spend their endless amounts of money on?

Before you could move forward with the treatments, you had to sign a bunch of forms and waivers, more than you’ve ever signed in your life. In one ear you had Brad quickly explaining what each and every document was for, and in the other, you had Kayla gently encouraging you to sign whenever you hesitated for more.

It took about half an hour for you to sign all the papers, but even then you still weren’t done. Brad placed you in front of a camera so you could verbally state that you consented to all of Dr. Wolfe’s future treatments and that he nor the Bale family weren’t responsible for anything that did not work the way it was intended to.

If this wasn’t such a standard thing to do when signing up for any medical treatment, that would have worried you more than it should. The only odd part about it was that you had to verbally say it on the record.

A whole hour later after completing the intake forms, Brad moved on to discussing the type of treatments that he had planned for you after reading your medical file. He was honest about not being able to promise to cure your illness, but he would do his best to ensure your quality of life was dramatically improved.

And you had to say it had been certainly improved.

With only one shot of some sort of serum his lab had concocted just for you, you started to feel better before you even left the building. You weren’t exactly back to your previous state of health, but it was definitely better than how you were feeling before.

You were allowed to leave once you sat for about twenty minutes just so they would be able to catch any possible side effects from the serum. Once you were done, Brad scheduled you to come into his facility for monthly treatments.

It was truly amazing how one simple shot made you feel a thousand times better. Too bad you were still in a bad mood because of what you would have to witness in a couple of hours.

When you sent a check-in message to Tony asking if the plan was still on, he replied with a thumbs up and a smiley face emoji, indicating that things were still going well between Loki and Sarah.

What was up with everyone sending you a thumbs up lately?

It was around five o’clock in the evening when Natasha came by your room to help you get ready for the banquet.

You styled your hair but she chose your outfit and was currently doing your makeup.

“I invited Wanda to join us but she declined. Said she had some things to take care of.” Nat shrugged.

“Oh, yeah. That’s okay.” you smiled sheepishly. “I’m sure she’s just really busy or something.”

“I guess, but if you ask me, she’s been acting kind of weird lately. Weirder than usual. Not sure, but I think something is up with her. Too bad I don’t have the ability to read minds like she does.”

“If you did, you’d literally be unstoppable.” you joked. “So I’m glad you don’t have any powers at all. You’re already super shrewd, stealthy, and strong. Having powers would just be completely unfair.”

“You may be right about that,” she snorted. “It’s a blessing for all of us that I don’t.”

When she was finished with your makeup, you slipped into the dress she chose for you. It was an all-white homecoming style dress with flowers etched in black lace running across it. It stopped about mid-knee, and you paired some sheer tights and black heels with it.

“You’re looking pretty good if I say so,” Nat smirked.

You nodded in agreement, turning around to view yourself in the mirror. “Yeah, I guess I do.”

She raised a brow at your reply. “Never thought I’d see the day where you actually enjoyed wearing a dress. I must be getting old.”

“Well, neither did I, yet here we are.” You smiled, turning around to face her. “Thanks, Nat, I really appreciate your help. I know you have other things to get to so I won’t hold you up any longer.”

She bit her lip, her expression shifting into something unreadable.

“Before I leave, I did want to talk to you about something.”

You blinked, curious about what she wanted to say. “Yeah?”

"I saw you and Loki coming from Tony’s office the other day," she said slowly, as if piecing her thoughts together. "Things looked pretty… intense."

“Oh, that,” You cleared your throat with a nod. “Tony and Steve were giving Loki a hard time about this plan and I was just trying to calm him down.”

She nodded slowly, processing your words. “Hmm, okay. I understand that. It’s just…”

“Just what?” you asked while biting the inside of your cheek nervously.

She pursed her lips and stared at you for a while before sighing. “I don’t want to assume anything, it’s just that you two seemed pretty… close. You know you could tell me if something was going on between you, right?”

Your face fell as you realized what she was trying to say.

“Not you too.” You grumbled, irritation heavy in your tone. “Did Steve put you up to this?”

“No, he didn’t, but I’m guessing he said the same thing to you, didn’t he?”

Your arms defensively folded over your chest. “I don’t know what any of you are talking about, but I guess those rumors really got to your head. It’s getting really ridiculous and I’m over it.”

She raised a brow, giving you a challenging glare. “Nope. Don't deflect just because you don’t want to answer the question. What is going on between you two?”

“Nothing!” You exclaimed, raising your hands in the air. “Have you not seen Loki with Sarah already? He is with her, not me. I haven’t even seen him in days. I…” you trailed off, face going slack. No one was more surprised than you when your eyes began to well up with tears. It wasn’t just the weight of everyone’s accusations pressing down on you—there was something else, something you had been desperately trying to ignore deep down.

You took a deep breath before finally answering her question. “There’s nothing between us, and anything that could have had a possibility of happening… I think I ruined it already.”

Natasha said nothing at that, silently observing you as you attempted to pull yourself together. The overwhelming sense of regret was affecting you more deeply than it should have.

She sighed, walking over to sit on your bed, and patted the spot next to her. You reluctantly trudged over and sat beside her.

“The last thing I want to do is cause you to be upset. That’s really not my point in bringing this up,” she said. “But I know what a guy looks like when they’re pretty enamored with someone, and not only does he have that look when he sees you, you do as well.”

You stared down at your lap, hearing the similarities between what Steve had said to you the other day and what she was saying to you right now.

“Loki may not be on the top of my list of people that I approve of—In fact, he's definitely at the very bottom, or not even on the list at all-.”

“Nat,” you pressed.

“Sorry, I just had to get that out there,” she smirked. “But regardless of what I think, I just want you to do what’s best for you, and for you to be happy.”

“I’m trying,” you sighed. “I really am. It’s just really hard, and I’m trying to figure out my stupid feelings about everything and I just-.” you paused, not realizing that tears were running down your face until she handed you a tissue.

You accepted gratefully, trying not to ruin your eye makeup as you dabbed at the corner of your eyes.

“I am trying.” you sniffed.

“I know you are. I can see that.” Nat softly acknowledged. “But sometimes it seems like you’re working against yourself, rather than for yourself. You spend so much time doing what’s best for everyone else except for you. Something tells me that you didn’t want to go along with the plan of getting Loki a girlfriend, yet you went right ahead and basically pushed him into another woman’s arms.” She scoffed. “If that’s not the epitome of self-sabotage, I don’t know what is.”

Your jaw dropped as you stared at her in disbelief. “Are you seriously laughing at me right now?”

“Yeah, I am. Sorry, it’s just such a you thing to do. Has anyone ever told you you’re not good at handling your feelings? We really need to work on that. It’s very concerning.”

You gasped, lightly slapping her on the shoulder. “Here I am crying and you’re making fun of me. I thought you were supposed to be helping?”

“I’m really trying, hon, but you don’t make it easy for yourself,” She laughed. “But seriously, I just want you to be careful, okay? I’m certainly one of the last people who should be lecturing you about all of this, but I wouldn’t be a good friend if I didn’t at least say anything to you.”

“I don’t know Loki very well,” she began, “but I can’t deny what I see when I watch him interact with you. It’s a strange thing to witness, really. He's super careful around you which made me very suspicious of his intentions at first. But the more I watched the both of you together, I realized that he actually is different in a more positive way, and maybe it’s because he wants to be.”

She didn’t sound one hundred percent sure about that, but you understood it was her trying to analyze Loki from her point of view.

“I don’t really know, but what I do know is that I want you to be careful, not just around him, but with him. I don’t think that Loki is the type to protect someone he cares about in a normal, non-violent way. I don’t mean to keep bringing it up and granted the asshole deserved every single bit of it, but look at what happened to Jacob.”

You swallowed. “I know, but you have to know that I would never ask Loki to hurt someone on my behalf.”

“You won’t have to. He’ll do it regardless.” She retorted. “To say that he doesn’t have many friends is an understatement. You’re the closest person to him, even closer than Thor, so I’d imagine he’d protect you with every ounce of his being. You’re sort of like precious gold to him, and he would probably hate to lose you to anything.” she paused, seeming hesitant to say what she was going to say next. “And I think those feelings have amplified the more he realizes he feels more for you than just friendship.”

You snapped your head in her direction, looking at her in bewilderment. “More? Yes, I agree that Loki and I are close but why would I think that he would actually be interested in… more?”

Nat looked at you as if you said something crazy. “Why? The real question is, why not? Do I really have to spell it out for you? Besides all of the trouble you went through and the effort you put in to save his ass, you are just an incredibly great person to have in his life and he should feel more than lucky for that alone.”

Her words took you back to the moment you had in the alley, and for some reason, you still couldn’t wrap your head around it. Why? Was it because you’ve known him since you were a child? Because he was older than you? More experienced?

None of those things truly mattered to you but maybe they were affecting you more than you thought.

Or maybe it was because you didn’t think you were worthy of someone like him. You weren’t on the same level, as Kayla has said before.

Shaking your head to clear your thoughts, you turned to Nat.

“Even with knowing all of that, I’m still struggling to feel that way about myself I suppose. To be honest, I think my experience with anything regarding romance was ruined by Jacob.”

Her face darkened as she shook her head. “Yeah, he really fucked with your head for sure. I don’t condone murder anymore but, I’ve never been so glad to see someone getting ripped to shreds.” She blew out a breath, attempting to shake off her anger. “Sorry, I’m not going to talk about that anymore. It’s already been dealt with, but I do want you to open your eyes and see that things can be much better than what you experienced before. Jacob was the rare exception. Don’t let your past fears get in the way of what you truly want. Alright?”

Your chest rose and fell as you took a deep breath, nodding at her words. Now that you realized what was holding you back, you would try to fight against it for your betterment.

“Alright, I’ll try,” you promised.

She sent you an encouraging smile. “I have faith that you’ll figure things out.”

Then she stood up from the bed to collect her things.

“Well, I think my job here is done. I have some stuff to take care of before the event, but call me if you need me, okay?”

You nodded, smiling sheepishly at her.

“You got this.” she gave you one encouraging look before leaving your room.

About an hour later, the event was in full swing. You sauntered around the room, greeting your fellow colleagues and coworkers as you searched for your table. You eventually found it, preparing to take a seat until you noticed the other occupants who were already there.

“Lana?” you said in surprise.

She looked over your shoulder, face lighting up at the sight of you.

“Oh, hey, girl!” she chirped, causing Bucky, who was sitting in the seat next to her to turn his head.

“Hey, doll,” he greeted smoothly.

“Well, hello to the both of you,” you said, sliding into the seat next to her. “I had no idea you were going to be here.”

“Yeah, me neither,” you noticed the faint blush that appeared on her cheeks. “But I couldn’t say no when I got an invitation.”

“Did Tony invite you?” you asked.

“Nope,” Bucky commented. “I did.”

“Oh. Oh,” you said, not being able to hide the surprise on your face. “ Well, that’s great!”

“Yeah, it is isn’t it,” she said, taking a peek over at Bucky who you could have sworn was blushing as well. “Where’s your guy?”

“My guy?” you repeated.

“Yeah, Loki. I figured he wouldn’t be too far behind you. Hopefully, he didn’t get lost in this crowd.” She joked.

“Oh, um, no,” you shook your head awkwardly. “He’s not with me tonight.”

A frown instantly marred her face. “Why not? Did something happen?”

“Sort of you, but it’s nothing bad, per se, he just has some other engagements he needed to attend to.”

She didn’t look convinced at your excuse as she was really good at reading people, especially you.

“Okay, then. Hopefully, he’ll stop by later?”

“Yeah,” you shrugged, “I think he will.” and you were dreading it. “I think I’m gonna go and find Tony, I’ll be back.”

You kindly parted from them and searched for Tony, wanting to get an update on how things were going with Loki and Sarah. You knew they couldn’t already be in the room, as two of the most beautiful beings on Earth wouldn’t go unnoticed for a second.

Your search was halted when you heard the shrill of a familiar voice. You spotted Kayla a few feet away as she called out to you, waving you over. She was talking with her parents and a couple of people you didn’t recognize.

Strangely enough, you were surprised to see them there, but why wouldn’t they be? It was a charity banquet after all, and they had tons of money to give.

Deciding to briefly pause your search for Tony, you walked over to greet the Bale family. It would have been extremely rude of you to pass them up, especially after everything they’ve done for you.

“So, how are you feeling?” Kayla pulled you aside after you greeted her parents. “Did my uncle’s treatment work on you yet? Notice any difference?”

You were grateful for her keeping a low tone just so no one else could eavesdrop on your conversation. Though the room was filled with lots of chatter, so you doubted anyone would hear either of you even if they wanted to.

“Yeah,” You nodded, exhaling with genuine relief. “It really has. I haven’t felt this normal in months so it’s kind of insane. Thank you again for all your help. I really don’t know what I would have done if it wasn’t for your family’s generosity.”

“Of course! Don’t mention it, really. I’m just glad that you’re doing better. I mean, how else were you going to keep up with Mr. Gorgeous?” She laughed. “Speaking of, where is he? I’ve been looking all around and haven’t seen him anywhere.”

“Oh, Loki?” you scratched your neck awkwardly. “He’s kind of busy right now.”

Soon after you said those words, the low murmurs that filled the room suddenly increased, causing you and Kayla to look around in mild curiosity.

When she paused and a look of bewilderment came upon her face, the anxiousness you were feeling rose ten-fold.

“Is that…?” she trailed off, and you turned to see what everyone was looking at.

There they were, both Loki and Sarah, standing at the entrance of the hall. You almost choked on your own saliva when you saw how perfect they looked together.

They strolled into the room in unison, arm-in-arm. Loki donned a black suit with a green bowtie and Sarah wore a matching colored silk dress that fit her body perfectly.

Kayla turned to you with wide eyes.

“Why didn't you tell me that Loki had a girlfriend?!” she accused.

“It’s sort of a new thing,” You muttered distractedly, watching Sarah walk beside Loki with complete and utter grace as he led them around the room.

She smiled and waved at people as they passed by, only pausing to pose with Loki whenever the cameras started flashing their way.

And then there was Loki… who did not seem to be phased one bit. He searched around the room calmly, letting Sarah do the talking as people were no doubtedly asking them if they were dating. The way he let her touch his arm as she laughed at someone’s joke sent a strange, heavy feeling churning in your gut.

At that moment, it became painfully clear—no matter what Loki had told you before, no matter how hard you tried, you could never measure up to a six-foot supermodel with flowing dark hair and striking green eyes that were similar to his own.

Your moment in the alley meant nothing just like you thought. You still convinced yourself that he was simply trying to make you feel better. He didn’t truly confess anything, only saying that you should hold yourself in higher esteem because you deserved to.

As sweet as that was, that was not a reason to take his words for more than what they were. They were just words of encouragement because that’s what friends do.

That fleeting moment couldn’t compare to the way he was looking at Sarah right now. Their time spent together must have shown him that he really did like her after all. You couldn’t blame him, it was your fault for pushing him into getting closer to her in the first place. Now here you were, aching after someone who realized they could have a lot better than someone like you.

Your body and face suddenly felt hot as you stood frozen in place, unable to stop staring at them.

You were only able to tear your gaze away from them when Kayla nudged your side.

You blinked, head snapping over to her in surprise.

She was frowning now, observing you as if there was something wrong, and maybe there was.

“You okay?” she asked cautiously. “You don’t look too good.”

“Yeah, I’m okay,” you forced out. “Or at least I will be.”

“You sure? I’ve never seen you look this…” She eyed your current state of overwhelm. “frazzled.”

You had no idea what Kayla was going on about but you also didn’t care. Before you could stop yourself, you began walking in their direction, ignoring Kayla’s questions as you headed straight toward Loki and Sarah.

They were all the way on the other side of the hall, finally finished with the ridiculous photos.

Loki now was doing what Tony had wanted him to do during the rehearsal, his arm was wrapped around her waist as she spoke to several people who came by them.

Sarah was the first to notice when you arrived, gently greeting you with your name.

“It’s so good to see you!”

Her voice was starting to really irritate the hell out of you.

You offered her a faint, uneasy smile, muttering a quick greeting before shifting your gaze to Loki, only to find he was already watching you.

He greeted you softly with your real name which immediately threw you off guard. Your heart dropped at his oddly formal greeting.

Not even a ‘dove’...

“Hi Loki,” you greeted stiffly in return. “I see you both made it, which is good I guess…”

“Yes! I’m so glad that we could follow through with the plan,” Sarah said. “And in case you’re wondering it’s been going really well by the way.”

You raised a brow. “Yes, I can tell. You two look great together.”

“We do, don’t we.” Sarah smiled, placing a hand on Loki’s chest.

You balled your fist tightly behind the back of your dress. There was no need for her to rub it in.

"You look absolutely stunning tonight," Loki murmured, his gaze sweeping over you. Oddly enough, that only made you feel more upset than you already were.

How dare he lie right to your face when a literal green-eyed goddess was standing right next to him, touching him freely as if she was very familiar with him?

Almost too familiar.

You had no idea what they’ve been up to, but the way she was looking at him was making you want to throw up.

“We did it,” Loki said, a small smile forming on his face. “We’re here together, just as you wanted us to be. Now there is no need to worry anymore.”

Even though he was doing something he claimed to have no desire for, he didn’t sound like his usual reluctant self. Instead, he sounded almost… elated?

“You’re right, you did it.” You snapped. “This is really great for you, isn’t it?”

The small smile he had on his face faltered at your strange reply.

“For me? I do not follow.”

“This,” you gestured between the both of them, “makes perfect sense to the world. I mean, why would anyone think you’d ever want to be with me? It’s completely laughable, right?”

Sarah blinked at you in confusion and Loki tilted his head, narrowing his gaze on you.

You felt a lump form in your throat and tears formed in your eyes before you could stop them. Great. Now you’ve embarrassed yourself.

“Now everyone can see the type of woman you truly want to be with, and not just the type you happen to be stuck with out of unfortunate necessity.” you shrugged, faking a smile. “No one will ever make the mistake again of thinking that you’d ever want me. Certainly not me.”

His mouth parted slightly, emerald eyes searching yours as if he couldn’t quite believe what he was hearing.

Before he could utter another word, you choked out a hurried goodbye, and without waiting for a response you spun on your heel, your steps quick and unsteady as you rushed toward the exit. The tears you had desperately tried to suppress now spilled freely down your cheeks.

You left the hall and stalked towards the direction of the elevators, angrily wiping the tears from your face. You completely embarrassed yourself, and for what? Because you were jealous of something you couldn’t have? Someone you couldn’t have?

You had never behaved in that way before and surprised yourself most of all. You couldn’t forget the look on Loki’s face when you said those words to him out of your mind. You hoped that he didn’t completely hate you after this.

Now that everyone didn’t think you were in a relationship anymore, they’d probably not think you were friends either because Loki certainly wouldn’t want to be around you after this. You didn't even want to be around yourself right now.

You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself as you waited for the elevator. But just as you thought you had a grip on your emotions, a voice shattered the silence, calling your name.

Your heart pounded as you braced for Loki’s inevitable wrath. But when you turned, your shoulders sagged in relief.

It wasn’t him.

“Hey,” Steve jogged up to you, concern evident in his blue gaze. I saw you run out of there, and you didn’t look okay. I had to make sure you were alright. Talk to me, what’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing,” you sniffled. “I just needed to get out of there. Too many people in the room, I guess.”

Steve’s expression hardened, doubt flickering in his eyes. “Are you sure? Did someone say something to you? Just tell me who, and I’ll take care of it.”

You immediately denied his claim. “No, that’s not it, Steve. I promise. I just need some time. Alone.”

You faced the elevator doors, grateful when they finally slid open.

You stepped inside and pressed the button to your floor, however, Steve stepped inside with you right before the doors closed.

“What are you doing?” you asked him.

“I’m being here for you,” he said, “because the last thing you need to be is alone. Not in this state.”

“I’m fine, Steve,” you sighed.

“No, you’re not. I can tell some jerk made you cry in there. I don’t know who it was but I’m going to find out and give them a piece of my mind when I do.”

You shook your head, a small smile coming on your face. “That’s kind of you, but funny enough you’d just be scolding me. I’m the jerk who made myself cry.”

His brows rose in amusement at your words. “Well, that wasn’t very nice of you then. Regardless, I really don’t want to leave you alone like this. How about we get out of here?”

Your brow quirked. “What do you mean?”

“Let me take you out tonight,” he repeated. “Some place nice, out in the city, and away from the tower.”

“I don’t know,” you said hesitantly. “Shouldn’t you be at the banquet? People will notice if you’re gone.”

“No, they won’t, and even if they did I wouldn’t care. I’d rather be hanging out with my best girl.” he smiled softly. “I don’t care where we go, really, I just want to make you feel better. So what do you think?” he breathed nervously. “Will you go out with me?”

You thought about it, being out in public was the last place you wanted to be right now, but was it really worse than locking yourself in your room all alone, just to cry yourself to sleep?

When you finally reached your floor, you slowly trailed out with Steve following behind you.

Biting your lip, you turned to him and gave a small nod. “Okay… I’ll go out with you.”

Steve’s face lit up like a Christmas tree. “Alright, it’s a date then.” He grinned. “I’m going to change out of this stuffy suit. Meet me here in ten?”

You agreed and you both went your separate ways. Instead of going to your room and changing out of your dress, you found yourself on the rooftop taking in the fresh air so you could calm your nerves.

You lingered near the edge, careful not to step too close, your gaze sweeping across the vast city. Your hair and dress swayed in the evening breeze as the lights shimmered below like scattered stars trapped on Earth. You wished you could see the real ones, but the sky was empty, drowned in the city’s glow.

Time blurred as you stood motionless, staring out into the distance. But then, a voice behind you cut through the silence, pulling you back to reality.

You turned, expecting to be met with friendly blue eyes, but your breath caught as you found yourself staring into striking green ones instead.

Your mouth parted in shock and shivers ran down your back as Loki closed the distance, each step slow and deliberate

“Loki,” you said nervously. “What are you doing here? Where’s Sarah?”

“She’s gone,” he stated, watching your reaction closely. “She departed not too long after you.”

Your face fell at his words. Did you just ruin things for him?

“Oh, no,” you sighed, shutting your eyes. “I ran her away with all my weirdness, didn’t I? I’m so sorry. I don’t know why I’m always messing things-.”

“Dove,” Loki said, gently placing his hands on your shoulders. “Stop.”

Your chest tightened as you held his gaze, fingers twitching at your sides as you braced yourself for what was to come. You needed to face whatever words he had for you—no matter how much they hurt. What you did was selfish, and now, you had to accept the consequences.

“Do not concern yourself with Sarah, or anything you assumed you did to her,” Loki said calmly. “That is not why I am here, though, I have to confess, your words had triggered something deep within me that I had no choice but to act on.”

You nodded, anxiously waiting for him to continue.

“There is something I have carried in silence for far too long. I have never known an emotion so powerful, so utterly consuming, and yet so impossible to articulate. It has unsettled me, changed me, and I find myself unable to fight it any longer.”

You let out an audible gasp when he stepped closer to you until you were merely inches apart, taking an errant curl of your hair and gently placing it behind your ear. His dark curls blew gently in the wind, the city lights shimmering around him like a magical aura, a quiet reminder that he was never meant to be ordinary.

“I have spent too long pretending this wasn’t consuming me. It is unfamiliar, intoxicating, and far beyond my ability to suppress. And no matter how I try to escape it, I simply cannot.”

You stared into his soft eyes, and witnessing the strong mix of emotions they held had you feeling almost lightheaded. You were completely lost for words, hypnotized by his voice and gaze as you tried to say something, anything.

“Loki,” You whispered. “W-What are you…?”

His chest rose and fell in a slow, measured breath, his eyes slipping shut for a moment. When they opened, the storm of emotion within them was enough to make you feel lightheaded.

"Dove, I want you to know," he murmured, shaking his head as if the words weren’t enough. "No, I need you to know that I am deeply in—"

“What the hell is going on here?”

You were so startled by the interruption that you jumped back from Loki, your wide eyes locked onto Steve as you froze in place like a deer in headlights.

“Steve,” you gasped, realizing that he’d probably been looking for you this whole time. “I-I’m so sorry. I forgot-.”

“You forgot about our date?” He sneered at you, brows furrowed deeply. “Are you serious?”

You frowned, taken aback by the sheer animosity in Steve’s tone.

“What?” Loki’s whisper was fragile, almost broken. His gaze, dark with an immense amount of disbelief and betrayal, searched yours. “A date?”

Your gaze darted between both men, panic clawing at your chest as shock and confusion left you speechless.

What the hell was happening right now?

𝘈/𝘕: 𝘑𝘦𝘴𝘶𝘴 𝘊𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘓𝘖𝘛. 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 11 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘎𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘐'𝘮 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘨𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘶𝘱 𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱 (𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬). 𝘉𝘵𝘸, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘓𝘰𝘬𝘪’𝘴 𝘗𝘖𝘝. 𝘗𝘓𝘌𝘈𝘚𝘌 𝘶𝘯𝘭𝘰𝘢𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴, 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘦s 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘴𝘩, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳- 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴. 𝘐 𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮. - A. 💚

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