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couldeatthatgirlforlunch · 6 months ago

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I really loved your scenario of The Justice League AND The Ill reader,Lmao, poor reader they only need a rest.

Anyway, ever since I read the first part I was thinking about the kids, you know, the League Sidekicks, obviously The Reader knows them, due to work (I can really imagine Batman introducing His kids to the Reader to force a bond , And obviously The rest of The League does the same) So I had the headcanon that the reader really likes the children, they talk to them after missions, sometimes they buy them some gifts for their birthdays, they listen to them when they complain about their father figures (Therapist Reader), etc. But at the same time I can imagine The Reader being totally uncomfortable with his parents, so I can't help but think of a scenario in which The Reader is talking to the League kids in a good mood, but the League members walk in. to the room (They obviously saw the Happy Reader, so they want to gain some advantage) And The Reader just turns off, goes into business mode and is curt as always with the league, and when he finishes talking to the league, he goes back to talking to the children and their mood is happy again. Man I would love to see the league's reaction to the obvious reader favoritism

PD:I really love your work, you are amazing

Pd2:If The kids are yandere, ITS UP to you

A Week in Life: Take Your Kid to Work Day

Synopsis: A week in your life where you get a lot of new little friends, even if you know something’s sketchy about it.

Pairing: Yandere!Justice League X Assistant!Gn!Reader; Platonic!Yanderes! Robin (Dick), Superboy (Konner), Miss Martian, Kid Flash (Wally) and Aqualad (Kaldur'ahm)

Tw: A single implication about Hal’s past dub/non con incidente (blink and you miss it); Implied emotional manipulation, I guess? Justice League using kids as a manipulation tactic; A little angst, I think we all hate how Superman treated Conner, so I added that, so technically not a healthy relationship between them here, could be interpreted as Superman manipulating him or Superboy trying too hard to make his bio-dad like him; The kid’s ages are definitely not accurate canon wise, but what is canon anyway? I mixed their personalities and origins from Young Justice (along with their age gap) and for Superboy it was mainly the animated movie Reign of the Supermen; English is not my 1st language.

Word count: 3,3k

Requested? More than once.

Extra notes: Dick is 10, Kaldur'ahm, Conner, Megan and Wally are 13. I wish I knew more about the Wonder Girls to write about one of them, I felt bad for not adding them, but I would’ve felt worse writing for a character I have no idea how to write.

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— I wasn't aware that there was a Take Your Kid to Work Day on schedule... — You said in a surprised, maybe taken aback, tone, if not a little strangled and sarcastic, even if a little happy. You rubbed your forehead, you knew your hunch was right…

Monday…

You’ve heard the rumors Gotham media was spreading for months now, you even asked Batman if you should prepare the marketing team in case of an emergency, he denied everything.

So why was it that now you were staring at a 10 year old dressed as a traffic light?

— Miss/Mister/Mx (Y/N)... I’m hungry… — Worst of all? The kid was cute.

You smile in a friendly manner.

— Okay, okay. Just give me a second, buddy, I need to talk to your… Dad…?! — You just now realized you didn't know their actual relationship. Batman only told you his name was Robin, that he was his partner, and that he was in the watchtower to observe. You didn't know superheroes accepted 10 year old interns, but whatever. The kid just stared blankly at you, not giving an actual answer to if you got your assumption right.

— Can I go with you? — Robin fiddled with his fingers. So cute. You nodded with a small smile. The kid jumped off his too big chair and ran towards you, surprising you by taking your hand. He had small hands. So cute.

You walked slowly, to accommodate to his height, in the direction of the door to the briefing room, where Batman was talking to John Stewart. This other Green Lantern was a breath of fresh air. The other one (the one who shouldn't be named) was away, working on another district of the universe since that whole… Less-than-consensual situation. You were happy and surprised when the League didn't just brush it off, and even compensated you for it, alongside making him go away. He either agreed to that, or caused the 3rd World War against the Justice League. It was a temporary predicament, but happier nonetheless, since John wasn't obsessed with you, unlike the rest of them, and easy to work with.

You cleared your throat so they would turn to you.

— Does Robin have any restrictions? He said he's hungry so I'm gonna take him to the kitchen. — You said politely. Batman shook his head.

— Just don't give him sugar. He needs to sleep before patrol tonight. — You raised your eyebrows in surprise and nodded your head. Batman looked at the boy. — Behave, chum. — You blinked, Robin nodded solemnly.

As you walked in the direction of the kitchen, the kid showed to be very happy and talkative. You were surprised, considering who his dad was, but it warmed your heart. At least it seemed he wasn't mistreated.

At some point, he let your hand go and started cartwheeling and doing acrobatics all the way there to show off his abilities to you. You gasped and clapped, praising his talent along with other workers from the crew who were passing the hall. You were slightly worried that he would fall and get hurt, but the kid was really confident in what he was doing (but they always are, until they fall).

When you got there, you were impressed that he wasn't even the slightest out of breath.

— Do you have games on your phone? — He asked, sitting down on a table while you rummaged the fridge for some sandwiches or any healthy snack, since you didn't know how his home diet was, but guessing by his build, which was a lot more athletic than kids his age are, he was probably pretty healthy. Son of the Bat.

— Hmm, I have Dress to Impress, Pou and Candy Crush.

— What is Pou? — Your heart panged and you sighed, feeling old.

— When were you born? 2010? — You walked towards him and settled a plate with a sandwich in front of him, before pouring a cup of juice.

— 2014. — Your mouth dropped, speechless. — Wait, so not even Stardew Valley? — You cleared your throat and shook your head, sitting beside him, while he started eating.

— Wait, can I even let you play? Does Batman let you have screen time? — He nodded.

— I have a phone. I just couldn't bring it with me today… He said he would show me around the tower, but he got busy with work… — He deflated a little at the end of the sentence, your heart broke. — Anyway… He told me I could distract myself. I just need your permission. — You bite your lip.

— Okay. How about we go to the recreational room and you can play some videogames while I work from the computer. — Robin nodded eagerly.

— Damn, you can't even play with me? Working sucks. That must be why adults are so boring. — You took a napkin and cleaned some food from his cheek.

— It's not that bad… You can do whatever you want. — He perked up.

— I guess so… — He looked you up and down. You prepared yourself for one of those moments where kids are so blunt that they don't know they could offend someone. — But you're not boring, (Y/N), you're cool. Must be why daddy likes you so much. And he doesn't like no one.

Tuesday…

Wow, what a weird coincidence. Just yesterday Batman brought his kid, and now Martian Manhunter brought his niece.

Miss Martian looked older than Robin, but again, she was a martian, her appearance was shifted to whatever she wanted to look like. All you knew was that she was young and new on Earth.

Right now, she looked very human. She had freckles and auburn hair. The only thing that made her stand out was the green of her skin.

When she presented herself to you, you got startled by her voice in your head, but you and Martian Manhunter softly explained to her that on Earth people didn't communicate through their minds, and it was kinda like an invasion of privacy. Kinda funny hearing him say that, but whatever.

Like Batman the day prior, Martian trusted the girl in your hands. So many coincidences, right?!

— So, honey, how old are you?

— Oh, on my home planet I should be about 39. But converting to Earth years, I’m 13. — She said with a shy but friendly smile, you smiled back.

— You’re pretty young then. How are you settling on Earth? Planning to go to school maybe? — She nodded.

— I just started the school year… I wasn't too sure about that, but my uncle said it would be good to learn human behaviors. — You nodded.

— American school is nice, I recommend you should take part in clubs. And don't feel pressured to make a billion friends. It's better to have one good friend, instead of 10 people you know but can't rely on. — She nodded, biting her lip.

— I already know some of the other sidekicks, I just don't have any civilian friends… I was thinking about joining the cheerleading team. — You gasped, excited.

— Oh, that's really good! I always wanted to join, but was never the sporty type. You’re sweet, I think that already gives you some points. — Her green cheeks got darker.

— You think so?! — Her voice got louder with excitement.

— Of course! Now let me give you some tips about the jocks, honey…

Wednesday…

Today, Flash brought Kid Flash. You haven't met him until now. The sequence of days the older heroes brought in their sidekicks was starting to look weird… But not that weird. Batman said he would give Robin a tour but became unavailable. Manhunter wanted Miss Martian to meet civilian people and have a good role model — you don't know why he decided that that role model should be you, but it made sense, so… —. Flash Said they would spend the day using the lab to experiment some more on Kid Flash’s still recently acquired powers. So. Coincidences, right?

The boy was 13 too, he had messy red hair and green eyes. Flash didn't specify their relationship, but their personalities definitely matched a little. Both a little hyperiperactive and smiley. Although that could be more of a speedster thing, especially the first part.

Like promised, they spent half that day on the lab, occasionally calling you for snack breaks. However, at some point, Flash gave an excuse and left you with the kid.

Huh.

— Sooo, what do you do around here? — Kid Flash asked, spinning around in a chair he found somewhere and rolled to the middle of your office in the blink of an eye. You half-smiled. It was nice not being crowded by those weirdos and being around fresh and youthful people, but it was starting to feel weird.

— I plan schedule appointments, organize team meetings, prepare agendas and itineraries, book meals and travel arrangements, handle record keeping and documentation, and make sure a project stays on budget. — The ginger blinked and stopped spinning.

— Uhh, you went to college for that? — You blinked.

— I did, why? — He chuckled slightly.

— Nothing, it's cool, sounds boring, though. — You nodded.

— What do you want to work with? — He looked to the side, thoughtful for a moment.

— I think I want to be a scientist.

— Oh really?

— Yeah, I like physics, mechanics and a little bit of chemistry. — You smirked.

— Chemistry? Sounds boring. — Kidflash froze for a second, wide-eyed, then relaxed and started laughing loudly. His chuckling prompted you to chuckle alongside him.

He used his feet to push the chair around your table and stopped at your side.

— Hey, can I see how much people get paid here? If I'm gonna be a member of the League one day, might as well optimize time and just work here. — You slapped his hands away when he reached for your computer, he pouted.

— Wouldn't that make it difficult to keep your secret identity hidden?! — Kid Flash stretched his arm, then draped it across your shoulders, you lifted an eyebrow.

— Babe. I'm a superhero. I could change clothes really fast right now and you wouldn't even notice. — You scoffed and lightly pushed him and his chair away.

— A phone booth would be more appropriate for that.

— What's a phone booth?

Thursday…

Superman brought Superboy.

Why the fuck are they doing that, bro?

You didn't even know they were close! Sure, Superboy is Superman and Lex Luthor’s clone, the whole world knew that, and that Superboy took to Superman's side. But they were never seen together, unlike Flash and Kid Flash, or Batman and Robin, for example.

Worst of all? It looked like the mood between them was… Weary. Especially on Superman’s part. Did he not trust Superboy? You could understand that… But look at his puppy sad face!

And not even five minutes later, Superman just flew away, saying something about a hurricane in Texas, AND SUPERBOY STAYED!

The silence was awkward for a few seconds. You thought back to the personality he showed when he was first announced by LexCorp, when Superman was considered dead. He was all over the media (Lex’s marketing team was good) with his charisma and flirty personality. Although he kept the leather jacket, his quietness surprised you.

You cleared your throat.

Superman brought Superboy.

Why the fuck are they doing that, bro?

Worst of all? It looked like the mood between them was… Weary. Especially on Superman’s part. Did he not trust Superboy? You could understand that… But look at his puppy sad face!

And not even five minutes later, Superman just flew away, saying something about a hurricane in Texas, AND SUPERBOY STAYED!

You cleared your throat.

— So… Are you hungry? Wanna play videogames? — You grimaced slightly. He looked at you again, a little hesitant.

— Uh… I think so? — He blinked. — You guys have videogames here?! — He exclaimed, surprised. You chuckled.

— Oh yeah, for such a serious and stern guy, Batman really invested in the work environment. — You chuckled together, walking towards the recreational area.

You were curious about the earlier weird vibe, but didn't want to prod.

At first, you just let the boy play by himself, just sitting beside him and working while talking, that was until he paused the game between missions and stretched, then looked at you.

— Are you guys involved? — You looked at him with your eyebrows raised.

— You guys…? — He pursed his lips.

— You and Superman. — You grimaced slightly.

— Oh no, he's my boss, and not my type at all. — He nodded, looking pensive.

— He likes you. — You kept a blank expression, waiting for him to continue. — I like you too, so I can imagine why he likes you. — You stared at him, exasperated. He widened his eyes. — Not like that! — He raised his hands to deny. — It's just- I feel comfortable with you. I felt comfortable with some of his friends before, I didn't even know why, but I think it's because half of me is from him. Like I have some things from Lex since I was… Born… — He looked to the ground for a second, pouting lightly. — That's why Superman doesn't like me. — You widened your eyes.

— I'm sure he likes you! — Superboy looked at you like he didn't believe you.

— No, it's okay… He's polite, I guess. And took me in as his family, just not… As his son… More like a brother, or… A cousin… I mean, I can understand, I'm basically a hate baby, created by his biggest enemy to outdo and destroy him… — You shook your head.

You didn't know what to say, since you didn't know how their dynamic was like.

— H-He brought you here to spend time with you, didn't he? He just had an emergency to take care of… — He looked to the ground and then at you again. He didn't have the heart to tell you that's the first time they ever “hung out”, and that his genius brain clocked hours ago that Superman's plan was to create a connection between you both by orchestrating a connection with you and him. He also didn't want to bad mouth Clark. A part of him always would have hope that Superman would want to be closer to him one day.

Superboy looked at the clock and then at you.

— Don't you have a break? I can hear your stomach, I'm hungry too.

Friday…

This madness has to stop now.

— Nice to meet you, Aqualad. — You nodded at the boy with a small smile. You were a little mesmerized by his exotic appearance. He had brown skin, blonde hair in braids (where are his roots?) and blue eyes. His arms were also covered in tattoos that you knew had something to do with his abilities.

— I was showing him around the Watchtower, but now I have a meeting with Wonder Woman, why don't you two hang out for a while? — Aquaman, always the most obnoxious one. Their intentions were 100% clear now.

Aquaman didn't let you say anything else and left the room with said hero. You heard her murmur something about having to find her own apprentice to bring to the watchtower as soon as possible.

You looked at the boy, not knowing what to say.

— Have you ever been to Atlantis? — He surprised you by speaking first, his tone was gentle, if not a little monotonous, but he looked at you with interest.

— Uhhh, no? I’m not that good of a swimmer and I can't breathe underwater. — Aqualad smirked lightly.

— You wouldn't need to worry about breathing, there are multiple ways for humans to do that, from magic to technology. As for swimming… I'm sure we can find some sort of solution for that, also. And I doubt my king would be opposed to the idea of teaching you. — You nodded slowly. So much for subtly.

— … My vitamin D is low enough as it is, I’d rather stay on land, no offense. — The atlantean opened his mouth to speak but you beat him to it. — Aqualad! Do you like the food here? I've always been curious about your culture’s cuisine…

You kept talking for hours, eventually, Aqualad and you ended up in the training room, he offered to show you a little of his control over water bodies, and you, still a little fascinated over the convivence with superheroes, and this being the second time you met someone from Atlantis, accepted eagerly.

— This is just like H2O… — Kauldur’ahm blinked.

— It is water… — The boy confirmed, hesitantly. You laughed.

— No, no, not water. It's a TV show, it's about mermaids. I guess it isn't exactly accurate, but they can control water, just like you! — He nodded, slowly, contemplating. You looked at your watch, noticing your lunch time was due. You looked at him, shyly. — If you're up for it, we could watch it now… — That seemed to make him perk up a little and he nodded quickly.

— I would like to.

Monday…

There they were, in the meeting room, all seated around the big roundtable, almost double the number of people who usually sit there.

Now, the food order they made, made sense.

You pushed the food cart forward, one for Flash. You came back and pushed another one, this one for Kid Flash, you ruffled his hair. Then, you walked back and pushed the 3rd food cart around the table, delivering each meal for each hero.

— Steak for Green Lantern. One black coffee for Batman. One meat sandwich and chocolate milk for Robin. — You squeezed his cheek. He smiled brightly at you. — Toast for Martian Manhunter and a slice of strawberry cake for Missy Miss Martian. — As you put the plate in front of her, you whispered that you wanted to know how the cheerleading team was going. She nodded happily. — A burger with fries for Aquaman, a smoothie and salad for Aqualad. Oh, did you change your hair? I like it! — You smiled brightly at the boy and his cheeks burned, he nodded. — Ice cream for Wonder Woman. Another burger and fries for Superman and another for Superboy. I see you followed my advice, your style really matches with those piercings. Tell me how you did it later. — You laughed carelessly and went to the door. — Need me for something more? — Your bosses shook their heads, stunned. You left and closed the door.

— Can't believe you guys actually did it… — John shook his head, disappointed at his teammates.

— I knew it would work. — Batman said, sipping from his drink.

— That's why we stole your idea when we knew about it. — Aquaman chuckled.

— I really need to find a sidekick. — Diana huffed.

Batman turned to Robin.

— You did a good job, chum. — Dick chuckled.

— Yeah, I even asked for a sandwich without the crust. Now (Y/N) think I'm the cutest here. — He smirked smugly. Wally scoffed.

— Yeah, right. She totally doesn't think you're an annoying kid. — The duo stared at each other. — I, for example, made them laugh. — The redhead puffed his chest proudly.

— Are you sure it wasn’t a pity laugh?! — Superboy snorted at Robin’s retort.

— Although Robin might be physically more adorable, and Kid Flash, in his words, made them laugh. (Y/N) and I started a TV show together, my king. — Aquaman nodded at his apprentice’s words.

— You did a good job.

— But (Y/N) actually said they wanted to talk to me later! That usually oficializes human’s friendships! — Megan said, softly.

— They said the same to me, the other day. That I could talk to them whenever I wanted… — Superman looked at Superboy, surprised. He felt awkward praising him, so he just nodded his head and looked away. Superboy pouted slightly.

— Because you told them your sob story, now they think you're a loser. — Conner glared at Dick. — Their physical language showed that they loved me, B! I honestly deserve an Oscar after that performance! They're gonna be ours before you suckers know it!

As a screaming match raised inside the room, the adult heroes looked at each other, lost for words, not only had the kids gotten you roped a bazillion times faster then they could ever dream, but also you were so amazing that they were enamored with you too.

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tobeholyistobeempty · 9 days ago

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“here’s what’s gonna’ happen.” he mutters, kissing the gun up your neck, leaning an elbow on your thigh. “m’gonna answer this call, you’re gonna’ talk. be honest for daddy. tell em’ you’re tied up.”

so fucking obsessed with the idea of a you x ghost lovers-turned-enemies who just can’t stay the fuck away from eachother. it’s gross and it’s toxic and it’s brutal and it’s probably more insane than it should be but with all the war around you it’s one of the only fucking things left that makes you actually feel alive, so inevitably you end up back under him in new inventive ways each time you cross paths.

maybe you’re working for shadow company during the time graves decides to betray 141 - perhaps you didn’t know it was going to happen because you weren’t directly involved with that mission, after all, but with your rank, ghost has a hard goddamn time believing anything otherwise - no matter how many times he turns it over in his head.

so when he sees you - rather, when you all too conveniently find yourselves in the same map dot city, some shithole for some hellscape intel search while graves and his team are still actively after them - it’s all a little too much for him.

ghost doesn’t know who you’re serving, what your loyalty is, and decides that maybe he’ll just have to get that information out of you himself.

but that’s all little to your knowledge - because you don’t even know the fucker knows you’re here. it’s been a long fucking day. you’re already exhausted, graves has all but sent you to deathrow to chase dead end leads in circles, and everything just keeps getting worse with each passing day. but it’s late, and the motel that you’re staying in has a decent bar that you think you’d like to take advantage of.

you decide one quick drink can’t hurt, can it?

ha.

about as famous last words as any. because, turns out, it can. yes, it can hurt.

it can actually hurt real fucking good when the living embodiment of every mortal man’s nightmares decides (at the most convenient of times, because just so happens you left your gun back in your room) that he’s got questions for you, and isn’t too fucking keen on waiting for answers.

he strikes when the lights have gone out and the bar has closed. when the motel has fallen silent and the only noise is your footsteps as you creep down the hallway that leads to your door. you, however foolishly, drop your guard, thinking you have fuck all to worry about at this point - when suddenly the shadows by your door shift, and the owner of the hand that has the muzzle of a fucking gun pressed to the back of your head tells you that your mistake was waiting until so late, coming here so alone, and not realizing that the shadows in this place are not empty but instead filled with men that can see you just a little bit better than you can see them.

but when the voice sinks in, and you merely smile - dread subsiding as you ask him what took him so damn long to find you - he decides he isn’t too fond of the response. you’re inside your decrepit room only in a few moments after that, tied to a chair, and he’s just looking at you like he can’t quite figure out what’s so damn funny.

you let him have the win, you always do. you know that despite it all, when he’s infront of you like this, it’s never as ghost.

simon riley could never hurt you. not truly.

“who knows you’re here?” he husks, pale eyes surveying the room in a quick sweep. for show, you’re sure. he mapped every inch of this room before he’d even stepped foot inside.

you suck your teeth, fighting to let that shit-eating grin spread. “you mean like, my mom? dad? sister—“

“watch it.” he cuts you off, and the muzzle made of cool steel is pressed at the side of your jaw, shifting your head, turning it away from his. “y’know how i feel about tha’ smart fuckin’ mouth of yours.”

“stupid questions get stupid answers.” you reply back sweetly, tilting your head a little so the steel digs in harder, amplifying the ache for the hell of it. “you’ve got a gun at my jaw, LT. talk to me straight.”

there’s silence, until there’s a hum - he shifts then, crouching beside your chair, stalling at eye level with you. “talk t’ya straight, huh.”

“you act like i don’t know why you’re here.” your chest feels tight, with the way he’s looking at you. it’s a battle with an army of its own to push it down. “you’re looking for the big man, aren’t you? graves. heard he—“

the press of his gun softens momentarily as his free hand finds the other side of your jaw, tilting your eyes back to him, forcing you to look him right in that dead fuckin stare of his.

“y’best be real careful about lying t’me, princess.”

��you can kiss my ass.” you smile thinly, and in the darkness you think you see his eyes gleam, but whether it’s out of irritation or out of something else entirely, you can’t be sure. you exhale. “i had nothing to do with graves’ little villain arc. i don’t know fuck all about it, or where he currently is. you’re wasting your breath.”

the muzzle of his gun trails down, down along your jaw and throat, sparking gooseflesh to life.

“liar.” he rasps, and despite all your moral instincts screaming at you that this is all but a shade off insane, when it comes to this behemoth of a man before you your depraved instincts are just a tad stronger. and when your thighs tense, he notices. “what’s it gonna take, mm? t’get ya talkin.”

you exhale a breath you didn’t even know you were holding - and ghost smiles. you see it through the crease in his mask - but just when he goes to speak again, your fucking cellphone, buried in your jacket pocket, starts to ring.

“well if that ain’t just my fucking luck.” you don’t need to see it to know who’s calling. you ignored check in twice already. too busy at the bar, drowning your sorrows. “ghost, listen—“

oh, he’s listening, alright. listening to the sound of that fucking ringtone filling the space between your words. you can’t tell he’s cocking an eyebrow at you, his eyes not leaving yours as he shifts a hand, reaching for your pocket. you open your mouth, but he’s already withdrawing your phone, snorting after a fleeting glance at the name lit up on it.

he turns it to you, and you try to fight it - but you can’t stop the deadpan. no matter how much you’d already known it would be him.

graves.

oh, dear go—

“this your fucking idea of a loyalty test?” you hiss, and you can suddenly feel your blood roaring in your ears, your heart hammering. “are you insane?”

that’s a redundant question, you think, and ghost must agree, because his only answer is to shift the gun in a way that allows him to press a fingertip against your pulse.

you swallow - he’s checking for pulse leaps like a fucking lie detector.

“mhm.” he purrs, absolutely loving this - before pressing a button on your phone, and a low rumble of anticipation rocks through you.

he’s put it on speaker - and the second it connects, graves is talking.

“sergeant.” he all but barks, and you tense, closing your eyes at the sound of his voice. he’s pissed. “where the fuck are you? you missed two of—“

“sorry, sir.” you say through your teeth, flicking your eyes to ghost. he just tilts his head, as if he’s saying go on, show me that you’re still mine. christ. “i uh, got a little…tied up.”

there’s a brief silence, presumably as graves just stands there (you can envision it in your head, crease in his eyebrows, hand clutching his phone - trying to determine what the fuck that means) before he eventually clears his throat.

“and what could you possibly have gotten yourself so tied up with that you can’t report in on time?” he asks, and you want to laugh, because if only he knew. your hands tense against the ropes, and he speaks again. “that was a rhetorical question, sergeant. you’d better have a damn good excuse for this.”

oh, you definitely have a good excuse, though you’re pretty sure that if you were to tell graves who it was that had you so very busy right now, he might just turn into fairy dust and transport himself through the phone to try and kill you both. (keyword, try.)

you open your mouth to answer but words disintegrate as ghost shifts, standing to his full height.

you look up at him, and the blood that rushes to your stomach is something catastrophic - so disarming that you almost forget graves is still on the goddamn line. you blink, and you’re about to say something, when ghost does something you don’t expect; he tucks the gun back into his holster, before moving to the buckle of his belt.

oh - oh.

“christ,” you breathe out, before you even realize it. and when ghost shoves the phone closer to your face, you realize you couldn’t give less of a fuck about graves at this moment. “sir—graves, i was fucking busy, okay? i had shit to do. you’re the one who sent me out here, into this goddamn nightmare, to do your grunt work. should i be really sitting around waiting for your call while you’re out sucking off the general?” the silence that answers you is deafening. and so is the rage you can suddenly feel permeating the air. you suck your teeth when he doesn’t answer. “right, well. if you don’t mind, i’d like to go the fuck to bed. i’ll call in first thing tomorrow.”

ghost’s fingers drift, starting to undo the latch and you know, with your heart and bloodied soul - that he’s smiling right now.

you hear a low, rumbling growl coming over the other end of the line - it takes you a moment to realize it’s coming from graves - and the next thing you hear is the dial tone as he hangs up, presumably plotting the ways he’s going to make your life hell for the next unforeseeable future.

but then, the belt buckle of ghost’s belt is undone, your phone is tossed somewhere behind him, and you find yourself smirking up at him with glistening lips.

“now, look what you made me do.” you whisper, a lazy drawl. “always doubting me, huh. insane fuck.”

and ghost just snorts at the insult, before taking off one of his gloves with his teeth and shoving it into your mouth. you groan at the sudden taste of leather and dust that touches your tongue - but when he leans over you, lips at your ear, it’s a little too easily forgotten.

“quiet now.” he murmurs, with an audible smile. your eyes close at the sound, and his breath against your neck makes you want to scream. “no more talkin’ less you’re good n’ beggin’ f’me put that mouth to proper use.”

you want to spit at him, just for the fun of it, but settle for biting down on the glove as you shift, trying to bring your legs together. but then he’s crouching between them again, pushing them back open with his bulk, and you can only groan as he rips the leather from your mouth.

“if he finds out,” the words spill out without much thought - as you stare into his eyes. “he’ll—“

“mmm.” he hums, leaning in to press his teeth against your jaw. “he’ll what.”

oh, the things your mouth should say. but if you’re being honest, the only thing you want your mouth to say right now is please.

“i’ll - i’ll be the next one getting shot at.” you hiss out as his hands find your thighs. “christ. untie me, asshole.”

“y’jus told the boss you’re tied up.” he mutters back, and from the heat of his breath alone, you know he’s smiling again. “wouldn’t’ wanna’ make a liar outta’ y’self now, would ya?”

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a/n: the way i would let this man ruin me is concerning.

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lndsismaeverything · 4 months ago

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Lnds men taking their kids(s) to first day of school

Y'all I can't I accidentally posted this shit half way through writing. Which reminds me why I don't like writting 🫠but here yalll go

Xavier : daughter

Xavier would be the type to be waking up late for his daughter first day of school and other school days But lucky you woke them both in time before they're gonna run late , bec you had an early mission today Even if they run late your husband could just teleport with your daughter to the school "this is a crime for waking up this early just for school " you husband complain next to him was his daughter robbing her eyes with one hand and the other holding her dad hand You already prepared everything last night, packed her bags, set her uniform on the hanger and also asked her and your husband what kind of breakfast they want

You both get out of the house and head towards the elevator "Sorry I can't go with you bunbun, but daddy will drop you off " you apologize to your daughter as u can't bring her to school for the first day you give your husband and your daughter a good bye kiss before heading off in your motorcycle going the opposite direction "Looks like it's just you and me princess hold my hand and don't let go "

Sure he could just teleport there, but- " do you want me to carry you? " your daughter just nodded, with that Xavier lifted her up walked towards the school while his daughter took a lol nap on the way there

Arriving at the school and looking around which class his daughter will be staying, he puts her down and kneel to her level

" so this is where I'm going to stay in a few hours?" Your daughter looked around the classroom

Xavier just nodded and patted her head before telling " yup, just like what we talked about last night. after that I pick u up and maybe mommy too "

" okay... But promise me to pick me up in time okay Daddy " she holds her pinky out, without any hesitation Xavier wraps his pinks with hers " I promise ''

Soon after both you and your husband pick up your daughter from kindergarten.

" Daddy ! , mommy! You came in time! " she runs towards you guys and hugs both of your legs

Overall your daughter first day of school when better then her classmates. Because she didn't know why everyone cried at there parents. It's not like they leaving them there forever .

Or they didn't had the talk the night before

Zayne : son

Let's say like father like son.

It wasn't hard to wake your son up for the first day of school . Because you don't have to wake him up by the time you when to his room he was already getting dressed

So you decided to make some morning breakfast and their lunches. Breakfast was something simple , fluffy pancakes with some whipped cream and berries dusted with power sugar

As for lunch some rice with stir fried chicken with some vegetables including carrots. Even if they both don't like carrots they will eat them no matter what because you made them , and also why , you took this advantage to feed them some carrots ( bec it's good for the eyes ). But not very day, just a few time a month

After they finished eating your son and husband took their belongings and head towards the door, as you about to join them they stopped you

" my love , I think is best if you take some rest. You had a rough day yesterday. Let me take care of our lil snowflake to school "

" but it's his first day "

" it's okay mommy, dad is right you need to take extra rest and beside you can go with me tomorrow also you can pick me up after school "

What a wonderful husband and son you have taking care of you

Both getting in the car zayne check if his son putting his seatbelt on from the mirror , with that he head straight to his son school

First day of school was just like other days but just a lil different. He just had to sit at his desk and listen to the teacher for a few hour

Your son classmates where jealousy of his lunchbox , of course when they ask if they can have a bite he immediately said no, even when they asked for the carrots .

A no is a no

You son highlight of the day was when you pick him up from school and headed toward his dad workplace on your motorcycle. He likes being around his dad office learning and observing him because in the future he wants to be like his dad so he can take care of you in the future

Rafayel : daughter

Everything was going smoothly ,everything . From waking both them up and getting ready for school .

Rafayel definitely spent about half an hour dressing his pretty daughter up.

" are we going for pigtails or a messy bun orrrr braids?"

" which color bows do you want? "

" let's add some sparkles these glitter spay will do just perfect"

From eating a light seafood breakfast and heading out of the door and into his sports car everything was smooth sailing

Until you where standing at the school gates. Everyone looked at your husband sport car, you knew and HE KNEW. As it shows it on his face but don't mind him he loves the attention he's getting from the people

Looking for your daughter classroom was easy. The hardest part was letting her go and your husband to let go of her

" Rafayel, darling please let her go."

It was going well, you told your daughter that she's gonna stay here for a few hours and then picking her up. Until...

You're about to leave with Rafayel until you daughter runs up crying for the both of you. And your darling husband lost it.

You husband and daughter hugged each as you both cry creating a scene that got looks from everyone

Let's say you spend the whole 15mins to break the two of them apart with the teacher help of course. The teacher comfort her and you do the same with your daughter and husband.

Rafayel pouted the entire way to his car his red eyes are hiding behind his sunglasses

" I can't believe you Rafayel " your husband just scoffed at you as you laughed at him. He continue to opened the door for you before closing it .

Rafayel drives you to your work which u have him a kiss afterwards.

" one more goodbye kiss " it wasn't one it turned into 10

At home Rafayel watch his clock tiks , he wishes it would go afters. When it was finally time to pick you and your daughter up he was the happiest man he could be on earth

The moment your daughter and you husband eyes meet they both started running towards each other. Embracing each other like they been separated for 800years

Stylus : twin boys

It's not surprises that sylus woke up and made breakfast for all of you when you came down from the stairs as you just dress the twins up for school

You set up the table with the help of the twins of course. You put your twins lunches in there bag and you do the same with yours before heading out to the garage

Sylus debate on driving his SUV or take the bikes. You ended up with the bikes and making a wager out of it

" whoever make it there first is the victor and the last one there will grand the victor one wish" which sylus words you put on your helmet and so does the twins

" mommy vs daddy . This will be easy" your oldest said towards your youngest " get ready because mommy will win " your youngest fights back to his older twin

The race started when Mephisto cawed three times .

"Caw...caw... CAWWW" and off y'all go

Sylus ended up winning and your oldest son cheered and demanded his twin to give him his dessert for tonight . He agreed but-" next time I'll come back for your ass "

You dropped the twins in there class and sylus took some photos so he can print it and put it in his photo album, for future memories

The both of you said goodbyes to your kids and head back towards your bikes

" oh sweetie I haven't tell you want I wish for as victorious. I want us to try for another kid a daughter this time ." Feeling the heat rise up your cheeks,You punch his shoulder earning a chuckle from him " I'm being serious sweetie "

After it was time to pick up your twins from school. The both of decides it was best to take the SUV instead of the bikes

When the two of you arrived there was a sight to see. Your twins boys already a line a group. It looks like ther where playing cops and robbers in the playground . Your twin boys being the cops and some other

It looks like they where making a plan to capture the robbers. Both of them took leaderships and successfully capture all the robbers and putting them in jail

" looks like they took leadership after their father " you told your husband smiling at the twins working together

"Don't worry our daughter will take after you, sweetie" you just punch him again and called the twins as it time to go home

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kortac-sweetheart · 8 days ago

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thinkin abt: classic “traitor” sergeant you and tf 141, except you have a different trauma response

cw: angst no comfort (yet), mentions of torture and physical harm, derealization, reader believes they deserve their torture (honestly selfship coded sorry) shout out to hedgehog’s dilemma one of my favorite dilemmas, very VERY canon divergent, no use of (y/n)

pt 2 with kortac maybe? as they slowly rehabilitate you and you learn to open up again

for as long as you can remember you’ve been an outsider. never quite fitting in with your classmates or even your “friends”. your two acquaintances (more like) in elementary school would drag you along, like a glorified pet, wherever they went. only to turn around and ignore you, chatting happily with each other as if you weren’t there.

and when you were older, you didn’t have any friends in class. always electing to sit by yourself and disturbing nothing and no one. fading into the background, like a shadow.

eventually you wind up joining the military, efficiently climbing the ranks until you land sergeant in task force 141. for the first few years of you joining, it’s much the same. that feeling of being other always lingering in the back of your mind, only amplified when observing the others in the team.

how soap easily makes gaz and price laugh, and even coaxing a chuckle out of ghost. how effortlessly they talk to each other, to the way tackling one another in a bear hug in the base halls was no big deal. almost envious at how openly they interacted with each other.

witnessing it makes you feel like you’re in school again. forcibly reverts you to the younger you that endured your so-called friends ignoring you.

but you don’t bring it up. ever. being here and fighting alongside them is already treading thin ice in your mind. already impeding upon their well established relationships. an intruder. an outsider. a stranger. a nuisance.

you linger behind them in hallways, erring from their side and sight around base. sitting far from the others during briefings, eating alone during mealtime. absent from post mission celebrations.

you keep them at arms length despite them being your teammates. it’s not their fault, it’s yours.

if i let them in, it’ll only hurt again.

but they break down your walls slowly, oh so painfully slowly. johnny now jokes besides you in the break room and during meal times, conversation is always pleasant with kyle, whilst simon looks out for you, very, very quietly. and john isn’t afraid to tell you of the good work you do on field, ruffling your hair like a proud dad.

things seem to be looking bright for you.

until they aren’t.

you fall asleep peacefully in your bed only to wake up strapped to an uncomfortable metal chair in the base’s interrogation room. a mole, unbeknownst to the rest of the team had planted evidence framing you and accusing you of betraying them. taking advantage of the thin fault line in your relationships, vulnerable and unsteady, compared to the stalwart trust they already had in each other. then, subsequently tearing that fault wide open, in order to break the team from the inside out.

your tenuous and fragile relationships finally blooming, only to be crushed under heel in a single night.

the light strains your eyes and the tight ropes dig painfully into your flesh, back aching and head throbbing as you await your fate.

three sets of eyes that only started to gaze warmly at you are now long gone. replaced with a plethora of emotions, betrayal, ire, resentment, bitterness, distrust.

you try to plead your case, that you have no idea what’s going on or what they’re talking about. you’ve never heard of any of these people in your life, nor have you ever heard of that operation at all.

but all of it is futile. you can see it clear as day in their eyes. they glare at you with such distain, it’s akin to what they gave their enemies on the field; except much much worse. this time it’s personal, someone they thought they knew.

they don’t believe you.

you realize that quickly. and after that you become borderline unresponsive. shutting down, physically, mentally, retreating into your mind, a desperate attempt to keep yourself safe from your allies-turned-tormentors.

you no longer scream your protests, all cries of agony quieted down until there wasn’t a single peep from you. although your tears never cease.

it angers them. they yell in your face, demanding answers to questions you haven’t the ability to answer. why were you being so difficult? if you’d just answer it’d be easier on you and them.

they subject you to a whole torrent of horrors. the restraints tightening and digging into your flesh, blood seeping into the rope. ghost slashes a knife up the side of your face, from your jaw to above your eyebrow bone. your eye just barely making it out unscathed because you shut it in time. then they start to rip your nails out, painfully, one by one. each time you don’t answer them, another one is torn out.

(they remember what you said offhandedly. that you didn’t like others being pushy, that you valued your autonomy highly. and what better way to break you than to rid you of it? stripping you of your nails, slashing at your muscles, tightening the ropes until you bled. anything, everything to ruin what little sovereignty you had left.)

despite being swathed deep in the recesses of your mind, you can still hear them. their voices muddied and muffled, as if underwater and you’re left unable to discern who’s words are who’s. not that it mattered anyway. the venom in their tone remained the same no matter who spoke.

“disgusting fucking traitor.”

“you’re such a pathetic piece of shit.”

“aww, cry some more.”

“should’ve never trusted you.”

“what an utterly worthless burden. only served to drag down the team.”

their words seep into your mind like poison through blood. it leaves you doubting, frantically questioning all moments you’ve shared with them. leaves you spiraling deeper and deeper into the dark abyss of your mind. your safe haven, and your cold prison.

did they always think this?

did they always hate me?

what did i do wrong?

i must’ve done something wrong to deserve this.

i deserve this.

i’m sorry.

you still remain motionless, and they scoff, looking down at you as they ash their cigarettes on your bruised skin. you don’t react. soap, frenzied, aggravated and wound up, lands a hard punch straight in your jaw. your head flying back with a sickening crunch before hanging low over your lap, face obscured.

gaz violently yanks your hair back, revealing your battered face. the lighting of the room casting long, tired shadows across it as he forces you to look at them. and you do, but not quite at them.

you don’t stare at them. you stare through them. like they aren’t there, like YOU aren’t there. they see nothing behind your eyes. it was like you were already dead. and maybe, at this point, it would’ve been better if you were.

hours blend into days and days possibly into weeks. your life has been nothing but torment and agony for who knows how long. never allowed a moment of rest or respite, being violently slapped awake if you’ve ever got lucky enough to grasp at increasingly ephemeral shut eye. time slips away into nothingness when your whole life has turned to pain.

they’re starting to grow more desperate for answers; despite everything they’ve thrown at you, you still haven’t “cracked”. and so they turn to more.. permanent methods of harm.

by the time price barges through the door, alarming everyone that you were innocent and you were falsely framed by a mole, your pinky is already severed and falling to the floor.

as if it were only a cruel nightmare, everything ceases immediately. and you pass out as you’re rushed to the base medics.

you’re awake once again, but you’re not quite all there. still safely tucked away in the depths of your mind. everyday is still a blur as your battered and beaten body tries to heal, ignoring the pity in passersby eyes’ and forced to rely on the kindness of base medics for hygiene. as if it wasn’t humiliating enough to end up in such a state.

even in your semi lucid state you still recognize them, the weight of their gait and their footfalls against the floor. always bracing for further injury whenever they draw nearer, clenched eyes, hunched posture, and a deep grimace. turned away out of fear for an impact you can’t ever guarantee is truly gone.

you silently reject their help, withdraw in on yourself to a state they’ve never seen before. you stop talking to them entirely, stop talking to everyone for that matter. whenever they try to sit next to you, you always flinch before scooting away from them, or most times you hobble away from them entirely. they never stop you. and you never look back.

(they wish you would yell at them. slap them, lash out at them, anything would be better than your numb indifference towards them now. with your anger they know for sure that you’re still in there, but, now. now it’s like a wraith is haunting the halls, more of a ghost than the man fool himself could ever hope to be.)

you return to the field as soon as you can. and everyone is surprised that your performance hasn’t suffered as much as they thought it would, considering… everything.

you’re already burdening everyone enough. if your performance were to decline then they would surely toss you aside, and everything would be for naught.

but the higher ups can see the mental toll it takes on you. to be besides them, as if this never happened. everyone can see the way they inadvertently hurt you more, can see the writing on the wall if you continue to work with them.

and so, they set up a transfer. to kortac.

you certainly have no complaints, but your ex-tormentors undoubtedly do. up in arms about the whole thing until they’re told to stand down. to follow orders.

just like they did before.

things were the same in the days leading up to the transfer. you avoid them, taking different hallways around base. never interacting more than the bare minimum, efficiently finishing missions without small talk or celebration. and always rejecting their offers of help with a faraway look and shake of your head.

and on the day of the transfer, they still try to plead for you to stay. to apologize for what cannot, and can never be undone.

you’re fed up with all of it.

clearing your throat and murmuring just loud enough for them to hear,

“forgive me if i’m speaking out of line, but who was the one to call me quote, “an utterly worthless burden?” was it lieutenant riley or sergeant mactavish? perhaps it was sergeant garrick? well… it doesn’t matter anyway. you’ll be better off without a detriment dragging down your team.”

they look heartbroken, stammering out apologies after apologies, but it all sounds so empty to you. until johnny whimpers out “god, we’re so sorry. you didn’t deserve what we did to you, not at all. we’d�� we’d do anything to take it back!” he’d go on and on until you cut him off.

“didn’t deserve it? of course i deserved it, i must have done something worth punishing. otherwise… otherwise…” you were trembling, your hands painfully clutching your arms. your head bent over and face obscured from your hair, eerily similar to when you were being tortured. the sight of you so battered and broken burned into their mind.

foolishly, someone reaches out a hand towards you and you jerk back violently, as if burned. hyperventilating and quivering as you dig your painfully throbbing fingers into your arms, eyes wide like a frightened animal. the sight of them, looking at you so concerned, the sight of your missing pinky and your bloodied fingertips, it’s all too much. the room in spinning, the floor is collapsing underneath you and your head feels like it’s underwater, “don’t— don’t touch me!”

your voice feels like it doesn’t belong to you, and you can’t take it anymore. blindly rushing out the door as fast as your feet can carry you. running away from the room— away from them, they don’t move to stop you, rooted firmly in place.

they knew they fucked up immensely, but it was only then that they understood the magnitude in which they ruined you. unintentionally led you to believe that you deserved the hell they put you through, only confirming and fortifying your feelings of being an outsider.

unworthy, burdening, all of those hurtful notions you held about yourself that they had once tried to erase, back a thousand fold.

and they had no one but themselves to blame for it.

(they nearly buckled under the weight of their actions. realizing that they’d never get the chance to even attempt to atone for what they’ve done. that you’d leave forever believing that they had hated you the whole time. and that you hate them now, too.)

#tf 141 x reader #tf 141 x you #john price x reader #price x reader #gaz x reader #kyle garrick x reader #johnny soap mctavish x reader #soap x reader #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #god i hate tagging all of them #reason why i dont really write for tf141 lol #anyway #is this angsty enough? ive reread it too much and now i cant feel sad reading it #ending is kinda ass but adhd is kicking my ass so #and i dont want to hold onto this any longer #i need like 3 business days to recover from writing this #leon writes ˖◛⁺⑅♡#cod x reader

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lavena · 2 months ago

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I cannot get over CC Batson being this paragon of loving husband and devoted father.

Like I need Billy's relationship expectations to be astronomical.

I need his idea of how you treat family to be so freaking insainly devoted that the JL just genuinely have no idea what to do.

Like Cap takes every single shift or mission that he can.

Flash has a date? Go for it man I got watch duty.

GL doesn't feel like going off world to deal with a civil war on some random planet? I gotchu don't ever think about it, I have time and you should get some rest, relax while you can.

Martian Manhunter finished his last oreo after a bad invasion attempt? Cap is immediately flying down to earth and taking the little money he scrounge up from working as cap at the docs to buy him a new pack and leave it at his door.

And like he does this all the time. He is heart of gold because his dad and mom were liquid love. They would do anything for their family and never, not once, did they think about needing praise for doing it because it made them feel good helping and their partner was already thanking them with a kiss on the cheek and a small smile.

The JL has to look at this golden retriever of a man and realize that he treats them all like they are so incredibly precious. He offers compliments and praise as often as he blinks. The fondness he has for each and every member he gets to know is only overshadowed by his tendency to reach out to every person avaliable.

Whether or not these members, including the YJ see him as a father figure or a brother figure or as simply a friend doesn't matter, all they know is that the Captain would do absolutely anything for every single one of them and they have to be mindful to never take advantage and to remember to appreciate it, because as they all know, good times don't tend to last, so they have to protect this man with all they are worth.

#billy batson fics #captain marvel comics #captain marvel dc comics #captain marvel #dad captain marvel #heart of gold billy batson #cc batson #marilyn batson

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sunrisesfromthewest · 9 months ago

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how would armando react if he is in love with the reader, but she He doesn't look at him the same way, but he wants her for himself and he won't stop until he has her

New follower 💗✨🌷

Headcanons with are boy Armando✨✨

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Summary: Armando really likes you to the point where he’s in love with you (secretly), but you won’t give him the time in a day. Knowing Armando that definitely wouldn’t stop him from trying to pursue you tho.

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[👀First time seeing you]:

* Armando was probably with his Dad and Marcus when he spotted you,since he tends to be more aware of his surroundings then most.As he watch you interact with the Ammo Squad,he nods his head in your directions asking who you were.

* After hearing his Dad say “Y/N”,he tunes the rest of his fathers voice out.Letting the name play on his tongue a bit,to commit it to memory.He glances back at you with a determined look,smiling internally.

* After awhile of being around him you would catch him staring but choose to ignore it,after hearing about his background.

* Armando seemed to pick up on this after he would try to catch your attention or hold a small conversation.Which would frustrate him slightly but not waver his determine mind.

[👩🏿‍💻Being around each other at the station]:

* Not really being able to ignore him,since it seems like every corner you turn he’s there,you would start greeting him,giving him a light smile every now and then.

* Unbeknownst to you,he already figured out your office routes(But you don’t need to know that🙃) I could definitely see him cherishing each little interaction he has with you.Probably mentally keeping a tally mark on how many times,you look,talk,smiled or even walked pass him in a day.(He’s down bad😭)

* Then you’ll start to notice things going missing on your desk like your favorite pens,or small personal items that you had.Only for them to end up in a place you know for sure wasn’t there before.

* Confused you would ask around only to get I don’t know expression back from your colleagues.

* Giving a glance at Armando you asked if he seen your missing items,he would look up at you and hold eye contact for a minute before giving a firm shake of the head;indicating that he hasn’t seen it.(When he knows damn well he has.✌️)

* He would for sure sit on your desk trying to spit game but you just raise a eyebrow and tell him to get loss.Ignoring you he would continue to bother you until,you see him sneak something in his pocket.”Did you just—-“but before you could question him he’s already walking away with a smirk.

[🤺🤺During a mission]:

* Best believe if someone offers to be your partner on a job.He would send them death glares or he would definitely pull them aside and give them a little ‘talk’.(This man crazy about his baby☺️)

* The whole time you two are partnered up you think it’s his Father trying to get you to befriend Armando but Mike is not even aware on how much his son likes (Loves)you.He just know that your a good duo.

* Before doing a job his eyes always scan over your uniform making sure that you’re fully protected,oh and he’s definitely checked your weapons to make sure they function correctly.

(so girl you good to go 👍)

* Armando would unconsciously take the lead when entering a room,pulling you behind him as he scanned the area.Also,low key taking advantage of touching you but he not slick you pick up on what he was doing.But choosing not to comment on it since your focused on the mission.

* If you get caught in a crossfire,just know he’s already shooting at the suspect while making his way to you before anyone else does.Hands and eyes running over your form to make sure you’re okay.

[🤭More interaction and after work Hangouts]:

* After Armando saved you,you start to talk with him more,which had this man ready to pounce on you.Bringing him drinks or snacks whenever you stopped by a convenient store made him become,more obsessed with you.

(Cause Based off the third movie,I know he needs some affection and light pampering😌)

* He’ll definitely start making his attraction move obvious:grabbing your waist if he needs you to move or to grabs something by you,asking if you’ll be free to hangout,saying little pet names like mama,baby or angel every chance he got.

* If your out with the squad,he would probably be mean mugging the whole time,until he sees you,his expression wouldn’t change but if you look closely you’ll notice how his eyes light up.

* He’ll more than likely linger around you wanting to stay close but not making it to obvious.(It’s definitely obvious😂)Staring straight at you he’ll try to make his moves again but you just smile and shake your head.

* As the night goes on he starts to get more restless and just a little bit annoyed,as you continue to ignore his advances.Having enough he pulls you aside and ask why your not giving him the time in a day.

* Shrugging you say”I’m just not interested,”while taking a sip of your drink.Stepping forward he whispers,”I can change that mamá,”grabbing your hand he gives it a light squeeze. “Come on,give me a chance baby.”(Oh,girl I would’ve caved in😳😳😳)

* Watching him give you a teasing smirk,you smile back,raising your right hand to his chin,bringing him forward.Thinking your about to kiss him he closes his eyes leaning forward to close the gap,only for you to bring a finger to his lips and say Nope.Opening his eyes he looks down at you with longing,but you only smile and make your way back to the others,swaying your hips.(Girl you ain’t slick🤨)

* Watching you walk away as if you put him in a trance he whispers,”No corras bebé, recién estamos comenzando.(Don't run baby, we're just getting started)”he says with an predatory gaze.

(Went from Confessing to Obessing🫣)

Part 3 of First Encounter might not get posted until tomorrow but we’ll see,Thank y’all for the love💓💓💓💓

#armando aretas x black reader #armando aretas #armando #jacob scipio #new writers on tumblr #x reader #armando armas #mike lowrey #bad boys ride or die #bad boys #headcanon #will smith #martin lawrence

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writtenbyan-aries · 2 months ago

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∶ Private Request

∶ Summary: Spy!reader gets detected while on a mission to collect intel on the Sturniolo Mafia, but is it wrong place wrong time, or right place right time?

∶ Warnings: strong language, angsty, enemies to lovers, alcohol, weapons, killing/death, kissing, other [fanfic] mafia themes

∶ Word Count: 9.7k | PART TWO

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“What is your location?”

You slowly and casually bring your drink up to your mouth, lowly speaking into the mic imbedded in your bracelet, “By the bar.” You take a sip of your drink as a follow up question sounds through your earpiece, “Do you have eyes on the suspect?”

Your eyes scan around the room, “Not yet.”

You set your drink back down on the bar and continue looking. You give warm smiles to anyone who looks your way, making it seem like you actually belong here.

“We have to get you out of there on T-minus twenty minutes, try and hurry.”

You roll your eyes as you look down and you hear a laugh in your ear piece, “I saw that, y/l/n.”

You look around, stopping when you see a familiar face on the top floor, Myles, the one in your ear, looking down at you. You shake your head and grab your glass, moving across the room.

“I haven’t seen you here before.”

You turn, giving a smile to the gentleman walking up to you, “This is actually my first time attending.” You laugh lightly, “That’s probably why.”

He nods, extending out his hand, “I’m Nicolas.”

You lay your hand in his, “Nice to meet you, Nicolas.”

He smiles, tilting his head, “And you are..” he motions for you to speak and you snort, “Oh, right. Yes. I’m Anastasia, but you can call me Ana.”

“Hmm, Anastasia.” He nods, “Pretty name.”

“Thank you, it was given to me after my aunt.” You smile up at Nicolas and he looks around, “She sounds like she was a great aunt.”

“She was.” You finish your drink, “Oh, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to take advantage of the open bar.” You walk away, feeling his eyes still on you. You swallow, resting your elbow on the bar as you talk lowly into your mic, “Was that-“

“Christopher’s brother, Nick? Yes, it was.”

“Thought so.”

“What, them looking almost identical gave it away?”

You laugh, “Mhm.” You point to your glass and the bartender nods, bringing a bottle over to fill up your glass, “Thank you.” You sigh and bring it to your lips, taking a much needed sip.

“So where are you from?” Nick walks up, leaning against the bar, “Are you from around here?”

You look up at him, “I’m originally from Atlanta, but with my dad being in the business, we moved around a lot, and I really liked it here, so I figured I’m a big girl, I can move to Boston if I want.”

He nods, “Yeah, yeah. Boston is nice.”

“Y/n, we need to get you out of there. Now.”

You could tell Myles was trying to not sound frantic, but you could read him like a book. You take a deep breath, “I’ve been here for a while, so I think it’s time I finally head out. It was great meeting you, Nicolas.”

He gives you a half smile, nodding, “Yeah, we were hoping you’d be here tonight, y/n.”

Your heart drops and you tilt your head, “I’m sorry, but I think you have the wrong person.”

“Go, we’ll cover you.”

You start to walk away, quickening your pace as you make it to the front doors. Two men in all black attire, step out, blocking your exit.

“Shit.” You turn, spotting a door that’s swinging open and closed and you bolt, running into the kitchen area.

You had two, if not three people on your tail, and you were desperate for a way out. You turned right, then left, then made another right, running up to a door with an exit sign above it.

You pushed, and pushed, trying to get it open but it wouldn’t budge. You stepped back, hearing the chatter and footsteps growing closer and closer. You ran forward, giving it one good shove and it pops open, giving you an out.

Or so you thought.

You stop when you hear the racking of a few pistols, letting out a sigh as you raise your hands.

“This her?”

“Yes, boss. This is y/n y/l/n.”

“The spy, right?”

“Indeed it is.”

Hands grip your wrists, yanking them down behind you. The clicking of cuffs sound, and you scoff, “You could have asked nicely, I would have done it.”

“Shut up.” He mumbles, “Where’s your wire?”

“On her wrist.” Nick walks up, “Seen her talking into it a few times.” You sigh as the beads from your bracelet fall and bounce on the ground by your feet, “That was expensive.”

“She has an earpiece too, Matt.” Nick points and you just stare at him, “So, what do you want with me? Dead, information on where I’m from?” Nick shrugs as Matt removes your earpiece, “That’s not our decision.”

He points as his brother gets out of the black Sedan, “It’s his.”

You watch as Christopher gets out of the car, your eyes focusing on his as he stares at you, “You’re Christopher?”

He motions to the car behind him, “Get her in.”

You’re pushed forward, but you try and fight back. Nick grabs your other arm, while Matt holds the other and Christopher leans in, “if you want to live, fighting us isn’t in your best interest.”

You clench your jaw, staring at him as Matt and Nick guide you to the car. You scoot into the seat, adjusting your position so the cuffs aren’t digging into your wrists. You blink as the door is slammed closed and Christopher is gone.

The other side opens and he gets in, “Take us home.”

You avoid looking at him, keeping your stare on the back of the headrest in front of you. It’s silent for the first few minutes. You were racking your brain for a way to get out of this situation.

You were one slip away from getting out of the cuffs when the silence is broken, “You can call me Chris, by the way.”

You ignore him, clenching your jaw as you turn your head away from him.

“You don’t have to talk now, but just know that you will when we get back home.”

“What makes you so sure of that?” You mumble, side eyeing him, “You seem to already know everything about me.”

“If that’s what you want to think.” Chris chuckles, “There’s some stuff we don’t.” You roll your eyes, “Like what?”

“Like why you accepted an invitation in the first place, how much intel you have on my group.” He sighs, “Small things like that.”

You lean back, wrists twisting slowly in the cuffs, “So if you know everything but those things, then you know that I’m highly trained in getting out of situations like this?” You pull your hand up, slowly bringing the other one and all Chris does is smirk, “I told Matt not to worry about those in the first place, but he does his own thing, as you can see.”

“So you’re the leader?” You tilt your head, “You don’t strike me as the leading type.”

“Yeah, I get that a lot.” He nods, “But it’s not all about looks, sweetheart. It’s about the power one can hold. Watch.” He leans up, “Stop the car.”

Your body is jolted forward as the car comes to a halt, “What the f-“ you lean over, looking forward then behind at the cars that have also stopped.

Chris leans over, whispers in your ear, “See, power.” He looks forward, “Keep going, I just had to prove a point.”

The car starts moving and you sigh, “So, you have power. Big deal.” You rest your hands in your lap, “What makes you think that I just won’t let you kill me.”

“I guess we’ll have to wait and find out if that’s true or not.” Chris looks over at you and you look at him, “yeah, I guess we will.”

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You were silent the rest of the way, trying to read Chris the whole way to where ever it was you were going, home?

Usually, you have an act for reading people, detecting their next move before they can even make it, but with Chris, you couldn’t figure him out.

He was laid back, relaxed. Didn’t seem stressed whatsoever.

You had no idea what he was going to do, or thinking about doing.

“We’re here, boss.” The driver turns his head and Chris nods, “Okay.” His door opens and he gets out, walking away before your door opens.

“C’mon.” Matt reaches in, pulling you out and you’re slammed against the car, “Slipped out of your cuffs I see. Guess I’ll just-“

“Matt. Relax.” Chris walks up, “Just, take her downstairs until I figure out what to do with her.” You look at Chris and he turns away, walking inside with a group of his men.

Nick walks up, grabbing your arm and he leads you inside and down the steps with Matt.

“Where are you taking me?” You question, looking over at Nick, and Matt speaks before Nick can, “Can you just-“

“I believe I was asking Nick, not you.” You scoff, “Someone’s jealous they didn’t get the crown.”

Matt rips you away from Nick, pushing you against the wall, “This has nothing to do with me not getting anything, it has everything to do with that fact that a little rat like you, was sniffing us out trying to bring everything we’ve built up, down.”

You stare into Matt’s cold eyes, “How about you let me the fuck go. Get your hands off of me, before I really end up hurting you.”

Matt laughs, dropping his hands, “Give me your best shot.”

You stare at him, “No, because I know this trick. Been in something like this before.”

He nods, “Fine, but don’t fucking bark, if you can’t fucking bite.” He grabs your arm, pulling you down the hall towards a cell. You stumble beside him, mumbling to yourself before he pushes you into the room and slams the door shut.

He peers in through the small rectangular window before walking away.

You roll your eyes, leaning against the wall and Nick looks in, “Just, hang tight okay. Chris usually has us end someone on the spot, so he must be planning something for you.”

“Planning something for me?” You scoff, “If you guys want information, don’t sent that asshole back in here to do it.” You nod towards the door and you hear Matt chuckle lowly.

Nick sighs, “Yeah, I think Chris knows that.”

“Good. He fucking better.” You look around as Nick walks away and it felt like hours until finally someone came back down.

You sat up from the cot and stood up, the keys jingling in the door send a chill down your spine.

“Come with me.” Nick motions, “Chris wants to speak with you.”

“He’s not coming down here?” You look at Nick funny and he moves his eyes around, “Do you see him anywhere down here?”

You huff, “Fine.” You walk towards Nick, turning your body away from him as you move past him. You step out into the hall and hold your arm out, “Are you going to escort me?”

“Do you plan on running?” He looks at you and you shrug, “Now why would I tell you something that would be a surprise?”

“I don’t know.” Nick shakes his head, “You’re so annoying.”

“Yeah, well it takes one to know one, now doesn’t it?” You roll your eyes as he grabs your arm, escorting you to the steps, “Go. And incase you’re planning to run, there’s like five guys at the top of the steps waiting to see if you do or not.”

“Way to ruin the fun.” You laugh slightly as you walk up the steps, your eyes meeting Matt’s glare as you reach the top. You squint at the sunlight flooding in through the windows, and you look back at Nick as he points, “Down the hall.”

You turn, walking until you’re told to stop.

Nick knocks and the door opens, a man standing there in all black, like the ones from the party, opens the door.

Nick gives you a nudge and you walk into the room.

“We’ll be fine.” Chris assures as he stands, “You guys can go.”

You glance back as the men nod and leave with Nick, “So, are you going to tell me what’s going on?” You look back at Chris and he points, “Sit.”

“I’m not a dog.” You cross your arms and Chris sighs, “Fuck, fine. Please, have a seat.”

You fight back a smirk as you walk over to chair in front of his desk and sit down.

“So.” He starts out, leaning back in his chair, “Why were you at the party?” You furrow your brows, “Why’d you invite me?”

He shakes his head, “We’re not- don’t answer my question with a question.”

You roll your eyes, “Fine. I accepted because I’m apart of a group too, but only my group, doesn’t take out people for absolutely no reason.”

Chris scoffs, “You think I don’t have any reason to end the people I do?” He shakes his head, “Clearly, you didn’t get the correct intel.”

“So why? Why do you take out the people that you do?” You cross your arms, leaning back in your seat, “Please, give me one good reason.”

“They’re a threat to me, my brothers. My family.” He tilts his head, “That should be enough reason.”

“Uh huh.” You nod, “Okay. So back to what I was saying.” You look around, “I thought maybe you had invited me because you knew who my father was.”

“Your father contributed to us, y/n. He practically gave us your name.”

You squint, “That’s a lie. My father was against any and all mafia groups.”

He shrugs, slowly letting his shoulders fall, “I guess you really didn’t know your father all that well, or else you would have noticed-“

You stand up, slamming your hands on the desk, “Don’t you ever talk about my father.”

Chris stands up, placing his hands next to yours, “What are you going to do about it?” You glance down, quickly grabbing the scissors that are in the glass cup and press the point into his neck, “One more word and I’ll end you before they get to me.”

He takes a deep breath, a smirk rested on his lips, “You’re going to protect someone who signed your life away before you even knew about it?” He raises his brows, “Bold move, sweetheart.”

“Don’t.” You push the scissors in a little more, “Call me that.”

“Fine. But I think you should know something.”

“What.” You move your eyes from his neck to his and he reaches up, quickly grabbing your wrist. He spins you around and now the scissors are pressing into your neck.

He leans in, tightening his grip before whispering, “The only person you never have to have a guard up with, is me. But I think you already caught onto that.”

He drops the scissors to the floor and pushes you to stand up.

You turn around, “I could have killed you if I wanted to.”

He smirks, “And I could have murdered you, without any hesitation either, but those angelic eyes made me all weak and dizzy.”

“Fuck you.”

“Fuck you.” Chris shrugs, “We can do this all day.”

You sit back down, “What do you want?”

“I told you.” He walks around, sitting on his desk in front of you, “you help me, I help you.” You scoff, shaking your head, “You want me to help you bring down my agency?” You look at him, “How does that help me?”

“Because I can give you a better life, one that you can only ever imagine. You can handle yourself, I know you can. I’ve seen it, just now actually. You trust me, because if you didn’t, you would have actually stuck those scissors in my neck.”

“I don’t trust shit.” You snap, “I’m getting out of here, with information, so you can do what you want with that.”

“I really think you’re mistaken, y/n. You’re not getting out of here. The only way is if you’re going anywhere with me, or in a body bag. Your choice.”

You swallow, shaking your head.

“Think about it. I want you on my side, y/n. You’d be a great asset for me.”

“Is that it? You just want me to become someone who worships the ground you walk on, become a hit man for you?” You look at him and he shakes his head, “No I mean..” he laughs, “Oh, y/n. I don’t think you’re understanding.”

“Clearly, I’m not.”

“I want you to be with me.”

“What?” You laugh, “You think I’d like to be with someone like you?”

“Your dad certainly thought you would.”

You stand up, “Can I go back to the dungeon now?”

“Just, sign this.” He moves back around his desk, pulling out a fancy pen and a sheet of paper, “It just states that you understand why you’re here, you don’t give out any info, and you’ll just do anything we tell you to.”

“Oh, so you’re asshole brother can control me as well?” You shake your head, “No, no thanks.”

“Look, y/n. We’ve been keeping tabs on you, watching you grow into the little spy that you are, which, honestly, I think you were born to do.” He smirks, “Kinda hot actually.”

You roll your eyes, “So what?”

“I like you, and I think you and I can make something great, even better here.” He raises his hands, “I’m not going to make you sign now, but at some point, I just know you’re going to come crawling up here and your fancy signature will be on that line next to my name.”

You scoff, “Whatever.”

“Nick!” He calls and the doors open instantly, Nick walking in, “Yeah?” He motions to you, “Take her back down, she’s got some thinking to do, and keep Matt away from her.”

You stare at him, a smirk playing with your lips, but you turn before it can fully form.

Nick leads you back downstairs and as he closes the door, you turn around, “Do you think I should sign that contract?”

He shrugs, “That’s up to you. If you don’t, these are the only four walls you’ll see most of the days.” He sighs, “I’m not.. trying to sound like an asshole, I just want keep it straight with you.”

“I’m not getting out of here am I?”

He shakes his head, “Not unless you kill every single one of us, but even then, you’ll have people on your ass from all over, so it’s not worth it to even try.”

“Why are you so nice to me even though you called me annoying like ten minutes ago?”

He laughs, “Someone’s gotta be the good cop, right?”

“I feel like there’s more to that.” You tilt your head, “What?” He shakes his head, “Chris is pushing to get a leading lady, why? I don’t know. But he’s set on having you as his lady.”

“Why me though?”

“Why not you?” He leans against the door, “You’re highly trained and skilled in not only being a spy, but assassinations, too. I mean, I’m not saying that chris would put your life on the line, because between me and you, he’s really got it bad for you.”

You shake your head, “I just can’t throw myself into a relationship. I’m good at what I do, but when it comes to this, I think about putting scissors into the side of his neck before anything else.”

“You tried that. Didn’t work out, too well, now did it?” Nick scrunches up his nose and sighs, “Well, chris said you have some thinking to do, so you might want to get to it.”

“Can I at least get something to eat? I’m starving. I haven’t eaten since last night.” You sit back down and he nods, “I’ll see about getting you comfortable clothes, too.”

“Thanks.” You mumble, letting out a sigh as you lay back onto the cot. Your eyes search the ceiling, then the wall, moving to the window. You huff at the fact that if you got up and tried, you couldn’t get out.

You weren’t getting out.

The longer you laid there, the more you thought, maybe this wouldn’t be so bad? A set life, protection, anything you could ever want?

“No.” You sit up, shaking your head, “Fuck.”

There’s a knock on the cell door and you stand up, “Thanks Nick, I-“

“Wrong brother.” Chris smirks as he pops the door open, “Figured we could have a little dinner together and talk.”

You sigh as you sit back down, “I don’t really have a choice, so why not.” You reach out, taking the bag of food from his hand. He sits down on the ground in front of you, “You ask, I’ll answer.”

You stay quiet for a second, “I talked to Nick, but I want to hear it from you.” You look up at him and he nods, “Alright.”

“Why me?”

“Why not you?” He chuckles, “Just look at yourself, you’re beautiful, skilled as fuck, and just overall incredible.”

“Flattering won’t get you anywhere.” You roll your eyes as you focus on the dinner on your lap. He laughs, “I’m just being honest, you asked, and I answered.”

After a minute of silence, he sighs, “I think you and I could be a kick ass team, y/n. You already have so much power, did you take notice to how many people escort you through the house?”

“I was out once?” You glare at him and he laughs which only angers you more. He holds his hands up, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, but seriously. Usually when we hold people here, you know for unpaid debt, rats, people who think they have more power than me, there’s like six guys on one.”

“Is that a jab at me?” You raise a brow and he shakes his head, “No, not at all. I’m trying to give you more power, but yet you’re being so stubborn and won’t fucking take it.”

“Because I have a life outside of this that I actually really didn’t mind living.”

He stares at you and you sigh, your voice low, “But I guess that doesn’t matter now, does it?”

“See, you’re catching on really quick.” He smirks, “Now, I have this gala coming up in a few days, and I would really like if you were my date.”

You almost choke on your food, “What?”

He nods, “Yeah, every year I like to have a party for my men, honor them for being such proactive and honorable men.” He shrugs, “No big deal or anything.”

“And you want me.. to accompany you.. why?” You tilt your head and he shrugs, “Think of it as a trial run for our future.”

“You’re speaking like you already have it planned.”

“That such a bad thing?”

You furrow your brows, “That’s weird.”

He brushes off your words, “What other questions do you have for me?” You straighten up, “Where is Myles?”

“Your in ear personnel?” Chris smirks, “He got out, but in our defense, we were only focused on you that night.” He laughs, “Did you also take notice that you were the only person who wasn’t checked by security? I mean, for being one of the top spies in the world, you sure were stupid that night.”

“How is you sitting there calling me names going to make your luck with me any better?” You tilt your head and he shrugs, “I’m just calling it like I see it, ma.”

“Right.. okay.” You crumple up your bag and toss it at him, “Did Nick ask you about clothes?” He stands up, “Follow me.”

He walks over to the door and opens it, stopping when he notices you’re standing still, “I’m not going to hurt you, y/n. Now come on, please?”

You sigh, walking over to him and he lays his hand on your waist but you brush it off, “I’m not going to run.”

“I didn’t think you were.”

You scoff and follow him up the steps. You make it to another set of stairs and soon you reach a bedroom.

“I figured you’d want out of that dungeon, as you called it, so here.” He motions to the room and you shake your head, “You’re giving me my own room?”

“I want you to be comfortable while you’re here.” Chris smiles, “And before you try, you’re not going to be able to open any of the windows.”

“Why am I not surprised.” You glance at him and he walks over to you, “just think, if you make the right choice, you can have windows that open.”

He winks and walks towards the door, “Get changed, relax. I’m next door if you need anything.”

Next door, you think, how convenient.

“Thanks.” You mumble, letting out a sigh as you turn to walk over towards the closet. Your jaw hits the floor when you see the spacious wall in, filled top to bottom in clothes.

It had you questioning, does chris have another woman? Other women?

“I know what you’re thinking.” Nick’s voice startles you a bit, “Sorry, I thought you heard me knock.”

You shake your head, “No, I didn’t. But what am I thinking?” You turn around, leaning on the wall as Nick walks over, “Lot of clothes just lying around for one new girl right?”

“Something like that.” You glance back into the closet, “Did he just have them lying around, or.. do they belong to another woman, or women?”

“Brand new. He sent out a few guys to get stuff earlier today.” He sighs, “Did you make a choice yet?”

You didn’t know how to answer that, on one hand, you had your life and you wanted to go back to it, but on the other hand, you were torn. You seen where chris was coming from, and he already knew everything about you.

“I don’t know.” You shake your head, “I’m just.. confused by everything? Like this- I never pictured myself in a situation like this.”

“Yeah, it’s not everyday that people picture getting taken hostage by the Sturniolo Mafia.” He lets out a slight laugh, “It’s not funny but-“

“No.” You laugh, “It’s hilarious actually. I know how dangerous you guys are, and I know I should be scared but yet, there is one tiny part in me that knows I’m safe.”

He nods, “Chris made it clear that you’re not an enemy and even though it’s hard for you to see it, neither are we.”

“He asked me to go to a gala with him. One to celebrate you guys, I guess.” You shrug, “I just don’t want to see anyone get hurt.”

“You think your team will find you?” Nick asks and you nod, “They’ve probably been non stop trying since you picked me up.”

“It all comes down to you, y/n. You can fight your way out, which, I can tell you it won’t end well, or you can join us. If it means anything, I think you’d help out greatly.”

You smirk, “I don’t understand what’s so special about me. I’m a professional business invader.”

“And that’s why. You can help us get ahead on so many things. You’re just.. perfect in every aspect.” Nick looks around and you laugh, “does he send you in here because he knows we’re cool like this?”

He laughs, “Yes and no. I come in because I genuinely like you as a person and I think we’d be great friends, but Chris is my brother and I also think you’d be great with him, so hold it against me if you want, but I’m playing for both teams, you know?”

“I like how honest you are, Nick. Thank you.” You smile and he nods, “Think about it. I’m serious. We’d keep you safe, everyone is afraid of us.”

You nod, “Is there a bathroom where I can shower?”

“Grab your stuff, follow me.”

Nick leads you to a bathroom that’s like four masters put together. This place was huge. You walk over, turning on the tub and you plug the drain.

You finally get out of your uncomfortable gown from the mission that failed and step into the hot water. You let out a sigh as you settle in, taking a deep breath as you just close your eyes and picture yourself anywhere other than here.

But what’s weird, is that you picture being with chris.

You snap your eyes open, slowly looking around. You let out a sigh as you settled back in, trying to think of anything other than what chris offered, but it’s haunting you.

Or you’re trying to convince yourself, one or the other.

“Fuck.” You whisper, running your hands over your face, “okay.”

You stared up at the ceiling, your mind running ten miles a minute as you weighed the pros and cons of this contact, deal bullshit.

Outside of here, you were living secret lives, multiple identities, wigs, makeup, catching flights non stop. You love what you do, but it can just get exhausting, especially being the only one who can execute a job perfectly.

But, in here. You’re just, y/n, and it’s almost like it’s a breath of fresh air that you’ve been dying to get.

You didn’t want to go against your team, but maybe if they didn’t treat you the way they did most times, like an animal with a go pro, the choice wouldn’t become as easy as it is.

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After dressing, you opened the door, looking out to see two men standing on either side of the door.

“Y/n.” The one nods and you furrow your brows, “Mr. Security man.” You shake your head and walk down the hall.

“Hey.” Chris says as he comes to a stop at the top of the stairs, “I see Nick showed you where the bathroom is.”

You nod, “Yeah, he did.” You tilt your head, “Can we.. um, talk in your office, or somewhere?” He nods, “Yeah, yeah. Come on.” He walks up to you, leading you towards his office, “Right in here.” He motions and you walk in, “Thanks.”

“You know, for someone who isn’t sure about this, you’ve become very polite.” Chris chuckles as he closes the door and you sigh, “Yeah, I mean.. maybe I’m starting to understand that I’m not an enemy.”

You look at him and he nods, “I can see Nick has been talking to you, as well.”

You nod, “You’re not going to punish him for that, are you?”

Chris scoffs, “Why would I punish one of my best guys for trying to help me?” He furrows his brows, “That would just be cruel.” He sits down on the front of his desk, motioning for you to sit in front of him, “What would you like to talk about?”

“That contract.” You look up at him as you sit down, “I need to know a few things before I literally sign my life away.”

“Anything you want, sweetheart.” He smiles, walking around to sit at his desk, “What are you list of demands?”

“I’m not just someone you can control.” You start, “I don’t want anyone to tell me what I can and can’t do. If I’m going to be with you-“ you pause as Chris snaps his head up to look up at you, “So you’ve been thinking about it?”

You nod, “I’ve been thinking about it.” You shift in your seat, “Here.. I’m just, y/n.” He nods as you continue, “Out there, I was fifteen different people and I just- what I’m trying to say is that I am my own person, Chris.”

“Of course you are. Our conversation earlier got a little out of hand.” He chuckles, “And if you didn’t almost put scissors in my neck, we would have been able to talk like we are right now.”

“It’s- you brought up my father, and that’s a touchy subject.”

He nods, “My apologies on that one.” He clears his throat, “So, you’re your own person, no fake identities, no missions you yourself do not want to do. What else?”

“If..” you take a deep breath, “If I attend this gala with you, I need to know I’m going to be protected.”

“I think you and I both know that that isn’t even a question.” He raises his brows, “I almost knock Matt on his ass for ripping your arms like he did when we first met. The only reason why I didn’t, was because I had my own image to uphold. I couldn’t take the side of a spy until we got her here and seen what she would try to do.”

“Yeah, I get that.”

Chris leans forward, “As long as you’re with me, y/n. Nothing and nobody will ever hurt you ever again.”

You stare at him, “Is that a promise?”

“For as long as I live.” He nods, “Once your name is next to mine, you’re top dog, just like me.”

You chew on your lip, “I just-“

“I know, you have your doubts, sweetheart. But I promise, I’ll give you everything and anything.” He stands up, walking around to kneel before you. He holds his hand out and you slowly lay your hand into his.

You couldn’t explain what or why it was happening, but you didn’t dislike it.

He gives it a squeeze, “I know, the way we met wasn’t ethical, but I promise, I’ll spend everyday making up for it, making you feel comfortable and safe with me.”

You give him a nod, taking your hand from his and leaning forward to reach around him to grab a pen from the cup.

His face was dangerously close to yours, if you turned, your lips would be on his, and a part of you wanted to turn.

You leaned back slowly, turning to look into his eyes, “Where do I sign?”

He gives you a big smile, and my god was it beautiful.

He gets up, walking around his desk to push the piece of paper across the dark colored surface. He drags his finger from his name in cursive, to the blank line next to it, “Right here, sweetheart.”

You take a breath, leaning forward. The tip of the pen hovers over the blank space a few seconds before pressing onto the paper.

You signed your name.

“So..” you look up at Chris, “Now what?”

“Welcome to the family, y/n.” He smiles, extending his hand out to you. You stand up, taking his hand into yours and he brings it up to his lips.

He presses a few kisses onto your knuckles before looking up at you, “It’s an honor to have you.”

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Over the last few days, Chris has been showing you around the property, telling you where everything is and who everyone was.

At night, you found yourself lying awake, staring out the window as you thought about whether this was a huge mistake or not. But along with getting shown everything, you’ve been finding yourself growing closer to Chris, rather quickly at that.

The more you seen, the more safe you felt with him.

It was three am, the morning of the Gala and you kept tossing and turning.

“If you need anything, I’m right next door.”

Chris’ reminder rang in your ears and it’s like your legs had a mind of their own because they kicked the blankets off of your body and you were up and out of bed, making your way to your door.

You slowly opened it, peaking out before stepping out and closing it behind you. You walked over to Chris’ door, gently knocking a few times.

You stepped back, picking at your nails as you awaited the opening of the big door before you. You gave it a few seconds and right when you were about to knock again, it opened, “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

Your eyes scanned up Chris’ bare torso as they made their way to his eyes, “I, um. Can’t sleep.”

He extends his arm out, “Come here.” You walk in, leaning into his body as it wraps around you. He pushes the door closed and walks you to the bed, “What’s going on?”

You shrug, sitting on, “I just can’t sleep, I think I’m nervous about tonight, I don’t know.”

“Here.” He points to his bed, “You can sleep in here if you think that’ll help.”

You nod, moving up the bed as he gets back into it. He pulls the blankets up, “Are you worried about your past coming to try and pull you back in?”

You let out a small sigh, “Can I be honest?”

“Please.”

“I’ve never..” you shift around, “I’ve never been on this side of the darkness before.”

“The darkness?” He chuckles quietly, “What do you mean?”

“I-I don’t..” you sigh, “Sorry, that sounded I didn’t-“ you stop talking as his hand slides over your waist, “Come over here before you fall off the edge of the bed.”

You let out a laugh, “Sorry I-“

“Hey.” He slides his hand up to your shoulder, his voice low in your ear, “You don’t ever have to be sorry to me, you got that?”

“Yes, Chris.” You nod, turning your head slightly, “When I meant the darkness, I just, meant-“

“A part of a mafia? You’ve always been on the outside looking in, never the inside looking out.” He finds the words that you can’t and you nod, “Exactly.”

He moves closer to you, tightening his arm around your waist, “I mean everything I tell you. I won’t hide any bullshit from you. If I’m killing a man, chances are you’ll be the first to know.”

You don’t know what to say. Even though you know what this is, it’s like you were this lost puppy that he was caring for and everything was new to you.

“We’re in this together now, y/n.” He whispers, “Even if everything between us isn’t official, I got you. And I know, that when the time comes, you got me.”

The words fly right out of your mouth, “I got you.”

He presses a kiss to your head and takes a deep breath, “Rest, sweetheart. We have a big night tonight.”

And just like that, you were out like a light.

The sunlight peaking through the window causes you to stir around. Chris’ low morning voice is what causes you to wake up, “Good morning.”

Your eyes flutter open and you give him a smile, “Good morning.”

“Did you sleep good?” He asks as he rolls over to face you, “you look rested.”

You nod, “Yeah, actually. That’s the best nights sleep I’ve had in I can’t tell you how long.” He smiles, “Well, if you want. You can call this your room from now on, and your old room can just be your closet.”

You laugh, “Sorry, that’s just.. I’ve never had, that, before.”

“Everything is still new. It’ll get easier by the day.” He sits up, “I have some dresses coming for you tonight, you can pick whatever one you like.”

You sit up, running a hand through your hair, “Thank you.” You smile at him and he gives you a nod, “No problem.”

“Wait.” You reach out, grabbing onto his arm as he goes to get up. He stops, glancing down at your hand before looking up at you, “What is it, baby?”

Your heart skips a beat and starts thumping louder and louder as you lean in. He doesn’t move, he waits for you to press your lips to his before kissing back.

He smirks as you lean away, “What was that for?”

You shrug, “Figured I’d try another new thing.”

He smiles, “Can you do that again?” He raises his brows, “if you want to.” You nod, swallowing before leaning in to press your lips to his.

“You know, you’re pretty nice for a Mafia leader.” You smirk, leaning back to look at him as he shrugs with a smile, “I’m only nice to those I really, really like.”

“I tried to bust you, and yet-“

“Let’s not talk about that, okay?” He reaches out, “We can talk about that later. Right now, I’m going to go make sure everything is set for tonight, you go down. Meet Nick, get some breakfast, and I’ll be on my office if you need me.”

His eyes bounce from your lips to your eyes and you smile, “You don’t have to ask, Chris.” He leans in as soon as your words are done and presses a few kisses to your lips, “I love doing that.”

You smile, “Yeah, it’s nicer than I thought.”

He rolls his eyes, “Yeah, okay.” He laughs and gets up, throwing on a sweatshirt, “You know where to find me.”

You nod, “That I do.” You get up after he leaves and you can’t help but look around his room. You found a few guns in hidden places, but to your surprise, there was nothing out of the ordinary.

As you make your way out of Chris’ room, you stop when you see Matt walking down the hall.

You look around and sigh as he walks up to you, “Hey, y/n.”

“Matt.” You look at him and he sighs, “Sorry for being such a dick. You were an enemy at the time and I usually don’t do very well with that label, but now since you’re-“ he motions to Chris’ office, “I owe you an apology.”

You nod, “Well, thank you. Oh.” You point, “Just so you know, I was out of those cuffs as soon as you put me in the car.”

He smirks, “Yeah, Chris told me but I don’t like to listen.”

You raise your brows, “Definitely noted.” You laugh as you walk away, meeting Nick downstairs and you talk to him over breakfast. You mainly fill him on how your night was, and how even though you already knew a lot prior to this, you feel closer to Chris, and he raises his brows.

You stop, “What’s that look for?”

He smirks, shaking his head, “Nothing, it’s just.. I’ve known Chris all my life, we were brought up in this business, and I’ve never seen him act this way over anyone before.”

“What way do you mean?”

“Okay, so. There was one other girl before you, and let’s just say, he smiles more around you in a day than he did with her in the few months she was here.”

“What-“

He shakes his head and you raise your brows, “Got it.”

“For whatever reason, Chris was drawn to you the second we got you on our radar. That’s not something to take lightly. Even though he might not look it. He’s a very serious person and-“

Yelling from upstairs catches both or your attentions.

It makes your heart race.

You stand up, “should we-“ Nick grabs your arm, “No, just let it blow over. Someone must have got something wrong about tonight, I’ll go. You stay here.”

You watch as Nick leaves the dining room and you can’t help but to walk over to the door, trying to see if you can hear anything.

“They should have been here a fucking hour ago!” Chris yells, “What’s so fucking hard about making something this goddamn simple, work?!”

You raise your brows, Chris getting mad was oddly intriguing.

“They’re dresses for tonight. For her. I said I wanted everything to be perfect, so that’s what it should be, correct?!”

Chris getting defensive over something for you, wasn’t oddly intriguing.

It was hot. No one has ever gotten like that over you before. Maybe you did make the right choice?

You see him walk over to the steps, stopping when he sees you standing in the entryway, “Fuck, baby. I’m sorry.” You shake your head, a smirk resting on your lips. He tilts his head, giving you a smirk back before turning around and walking away.

After some time, Nick and Chris walk down and Chris walks over to you, “Come with me.” He takes your hand and leads you into a large living area, “Here are your picks for tonight.”

Your jaw drops at the gorgeous gowns in front of you, “Oh.. my god.” You look at Chris, “These.. these are beautiful.”

“Completely opposite of the one you were wearing the other night.” Chris lays a hand on your back, “Take all the time you need, try them on, figure out which one you like best.”

“I just hope they’re comfier than the one I was wearing the other night.” You laugh slightly as you walk up to the gowns.

“You still looked breathtaking though, even in a cheap gown like that one.” Chris chuckles as you smile at him, “Hey, I thought that gown was pretty at the time.”

“Then it was pretty at the time.” He smiles, “I have a meeting to run here in a little, if you want we can meet after and I can fill you in?”

You nod, “Yeah, sounds good.” You point to the dresses, “I think I’m going to take these up and try them on.”

“I’ll get someone to do it for you.” Chris goes to turn but you stop him, “I can get them. Don’t bug anyone.”

“You’re sure?” He raises his brows and you nod, “Yes, I’m capable.”

“Okay.” He walks up, pecking hour cheek, “See you in a bit.” You smile as he walks away and you grab the dresses, making your way up to your room now closet.

You spend time trying each dress on, taking a good look at each one before changing back into your clothes.

There’s a knock on the door and you turn, “Come in.”

Chris walks in and closes the door, “Pick a dress?” You nod, “I do believe I did.” You look from him to the dresses and back to him as he walks up, “Well, don’t tell me. I want to be surprised.”

He cups your cheeks, pulling you in for a kiss, “Are you okay?”

“Yes.” You nod, “I’m good.”

“That meeting was about who’s coming tonight, well, we already know who’s coming, but it was for the special guests.”

You tilt your head, “Are you talking about people from my-“

“Yes” he cuts you off, “So tonight, I’m going to need you to identify them for me. Can you do that?” His thumb gently move over your cheeks and you nod, “I can do that.”

“Good.” He presses a kiss to your forehead, “Do you need anything, have any questions?”

“Who’s going to be with me tonight?”

He chuckles, “Me, of course. I’m not leaving your side.”

You nod, “Okay.” Your hands slide down his sides and he pulls you into his body, wrapping his arms around you, “I got you, baby.”

You were nervous. Tonight was the night that really sealed the deal.

“I’m a little nervous.” You admit, “Mainly because I don’t want to see anyone, especially you, get hurt.” He smiles, “I can handle myself.”

“I know, but I just-“

“Hey. Everything is going to be okay.” He assures, “I promise, and if it’s not. You’re the first person I’m getting out of there.”

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It took you longer than you thought to get ready.

There were so many choices of earrings, bracelets, necklaces and shoes to choose from. One thing went with one but not the rest, you were stressing because you wanted to look your absolute best and not like you were a nervous wreck.

You were scared of how you’d react if you seen someone you once knew get hurt, or even worse, how you’d react if Chris, or anyone from his family got hurt.

There was a knock on the door and Nick peaks his head in, “Cars are leaving in five.” He raises his brows as you stand up, “Wow, look at you.”

You smile slightly, “Is it too much?”

He shakes his head, “Not at all.” He smirks, “That’s the dress Chris was hoping you’d pick. Looks like you two have the same tastes in fashion.”

You look down, running your hands over the satin fabric, “Yeah, I guess we do.”

“Isn’t it crazy how much you guys know about each other but yet, everything still feels brand new?”

You look up at him, “I was thinking that earlier.” You laugh, “As crazy as it seems, I feel like this is what I was meant to do.”

“Crazy how shit works out, huh?” He motions, “Alright, come on. I’ll go tell him you’re coming down.” He leaves and you make sure you have everything before walking out and heading towards the steps.

You take a deep breath as you reach them, the small train of your black backless dress trailing behind you as you slowly walk down.

Chris’ eyes were on you the second he could see you, and they haven’t left.

He walks to meet you at the bottom, holding out his hand, “Look at you. You look absolutely beautiful, sweetheart.”

“Thank you.” You smile, “You look good in a suit.”

He shrugs with a laugh, “I tried.”

“Ready?” Matt walks in and Nick nods, looking at you, “Ready?” You take a deep breath and nod, “Let’s go celebrate.”

Chris leads you out to the middle car, opening your door for you and allowing you to get in before walking around to get in himself.

He takes your hand in his and shakes his head, “I was hoping you’d pick that dress.”

You smile, “That’s what Nick said. I guess we have the same sense of fashion, huh?” You laugh as he nods, “I can’t get over how beautiful you look, fuck.”

You can feel your cheeks darkening, “Thank you, baby.”

He smirks, “Baby, huh?”

You roll your eyes with a smile, “Don’t push it.”

“You got it.” He gives your hand a squeeze and he rests his head back, “I just have to ask one more time, you’re sure about tonight? I can take you home and-“

You cut him off, “Over the last few days, you have shown me so much more love than I’ve ever received in my lifetime.” You reach up to cup his cheek, “I feel like I’m where I belong, Chris.”

He smiles, nodding his head, “I’m happy to hear that.”

You rest your head back against the headrest, “You might have to kill them tonight.”

“I’m fine with that.” Chris nods, “Do you think they’ll try anything?”

“They’d be stupid to, especially in a place that’s filled with mafia members.” You look over at him, “They’ll probably try and get me alone, ask me what I’m doing.”

“You’re not going anywhere without me.” Chris squeezes your hand, “absolutely no where.”

You squeeze his hand back, “I didn’t say I was.”

“No, baby. I know.” He sighs, “Sorry I-“

“We’re here, boss.”

“Okay. Just, give us a minute.” Chris looks from the driver to you, “I feel like I’ve waited forever for the perfect person and now that I have you I just-“

You shut him up with a kiss, “We’re going to be fine.”

He nods, “Whatever you say.” He smiles and reaches up to pinch your chin gently, “Move over here when I get out.” You nod, sliding across the seat and stepping out.

All eyes were on you.

“Just follow me, sweetheart.” He links his arm with yours and guides you inside. Your eyes scan the beautifully decorated venue, “You did good.” He smiles down at you, “Thank you, I’m glad you think so.”

He leads you up to the steps and over to the center to look out over the guests flowing in.

You were on high alert, your eyes scanning over each face in the crowd twice just to make sure. You give Chris’ hand a squeeze, your eyes staying on the man walking through the crowd, “There’s one. Moving towards Matt.”

Chris looks at the guy beside you and he speaks to Matt through his earpiece, “One moving towards you, Matt. Roughly five six. Dark hair. Sunglasses on top of his head.”

“That’s Drenco.” You look back at the guard and he nods, “Says his name is Drenco.”

You watch as Matt moves towards him, but your attention is taken away from him and moved to another familiar face, “Chris.”

“Yeah, baby?”

“Another. Twelve o’clock. Just walked in the doors. Henries.” You look over at him and the guard next to Chris radio’s it in to the one by the door, “Guy that just walked in, six one. Blonde hair. Name is Henries.”

“Two down. Two to go.” Chris mumbles as he glances over at you, “You doing okay?” You look at him, “I think I need a drink.”

He nods, “Come with me.” He stands up, not letting go of your hand as you rise from your seat. You walk down the hall and stop when Myles pops out from the side door, grabbing Chris from behind, “The fuck are you doing, y/n?”

Chris goes to reach for his gun, but Myles pressed the barrel of the gun go his temple, “Don’t even think about it.” The men who were with you walk up beside you and Chris, guns drawn.

“I’m going to need you to let him go. Now.”

You stay silent and he asks again, “You’re really going to do this? Fuck over the people who trained you? Protected you?”

He walks back through the door, dragging Chris with him. You were instantly pissed the second he grabbed him, “Let him go, Myles.”

“We have been searching and searching for you, y/n, and here you are, getting into bed with the most dangerous person in this city.” He motions to Chris with the gun and Chris scoffs, “Hey. We haven’t gotten that far yet, alright? And it’s pretty disrespectful that you’d come up into my party waving around a gun, like come on.”

“You need to leave.” You speak up, “If you don’t leave on your own, you’ll leave on theirs.”

“Nah, baby. These are your terms now.” Chris glances at you and you nod, glancing at the guy beside you, “Let him go.”

Myles laughs and shakes his head, “Oh this is just perfect.”

You step closer, “I said, let him go.”

Myles points the gun at you, but Chris quickly knocks it upward, turning to land a punch to his face. Myles is quick, he kicks Chris back and you move up, attempting to fight back, but Myles is still stronger than you.

He pushes you behind him and that’s when the two men step in, attempting to disarm him, but Myles ends up knocking out the one, and disarming the other. He goes to grab you but Chris steps forward, “Don’t you fucking touch her.”

Myles reaches back, quickly pulling out a backup gun and aiming it at Chris, “She doesn’t belong to you assholes, now get the fuck down.” He points the gun to the floor and Chris looks at you.

You nod, moving your eyes to a gun that’s right in front of you.

He nods once and starts to get down on his knees, hands on his head. Myles takes a step closer to Chris, “You and your pathetic family are all going to burn in hell.” He cocks his arm back, connecting his fist with Chris cheek.

Chris groans and you feel a fire burn inside of you, one you haven’t ever felt before.

You immediately went into action.

You dropped down, swiping the legs of Myles out from under him while grabbing the gun as you stood up. You didn’t hesitate with aiming the gun at Myles and pulling the trigger before he could even think about searching for his that was no longer in his hand.

You drop the gun, looking at Chris and he stands up, lunging towards you. His arms wrap tightly around your waist as he backs you up towards the wall, “Are you okay? are you okay?” He leans back, running his hands over your cheeks, “You’re good?”

“Yes. I’m good. I’m good.” You nod, “I told you I got you.”

He smiles, planting his lips on yours, “I know, baby.” He kisses you a few more times before moving to the man that was knocked out, “Kev. Kev. You with me buddy?”

He nods, groaning as he sits up, “Fucker was quick.”

“Not quick enough.” The other man chuckles, “Nice work, y/n.” He nods at you and you smile, “Thanks. Are you okay?”

He nods, “Yeah, thank you.”

Chris stands up and wraps his arm around your waist, “You guys got this?” You watch as they nod and Matt comes in through the door, “We got two down stairs.” He leans around, “Whoa. Who did that?”

“Y/n.” Chris says with a proud smirk.

Matt raises his brows, nodding in approval, “Remind me to never piss you off again.”

You laugh slightly, “Got it. Um, there should be one more. You said there was four, right?” You look at Chris and he nods, “Yeah, but let’s go get you that drink now, I think you’ve earned it.”

You smile and follow him and Matt out. As you’re gazing over the crowd as you walk towards the steps, you come to a stop, your heart sinking into your stomach.

“What? What is it, baby?” Chris moves to stand next to you and you shake your head in disbelief, “That-“ you look at Chris, “My father is here.”

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This is my first Mafia fic, so please don’t judge me too hard. Thank you so much for reading! I love you all so much! Catch you in the next one!

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linnyscoast · 2 months ago

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okay here me out- eggsy x reader go on the mission to stop valentine and gazelle , it’s their first mission together as a couple and they both have to fit in with the classy attire so she wears heels and eggsy is worried she won’t be able to keep up and fight in heels, but she’s super talented in them and always wears them, so they go together and he sees how good she is in them and it’s just ugh heavy flirting and fluff the whole time (maybe try to fit in reader being merlin’s daughter somewhere) MWAH MWAH make my dreams come true i beg

Looking sharp | Eggsy Unwin x Reader

thank you for the request love! I hope this is along the lines of what you were imagining :)

I scan through the dresses in my closet, my eyes meeting one of my new dresses that Eggsy had picked out when we first started dating. I put it on, putting light makeup to match and my favorite heels to go with it. I step out of the room; Eggsy sitting on the couch, looks up at me.

“Wow. You’re…..beautiful.” He says, standing up to meet me. “Thank you.” I say softly. Eggsy smiles and leans in for a kiss, he stops before meeting my lips and looks down at my heels.

“You’re….youre not going to wear those tonight; right?” He looks at me timidly. “Why would I not? My dad said that we need to fit in, it was classy attire.” Eggsy gives me a half smile. “What’s wrong?”

“You’re wearing heels to a mission…and I don’t want you to get hurt. I don’t know what I would do if…” Eggsy trails off, “if I lost you. We don’t know what Valentine has completely. Who’s all working for him. I just don’t want you to get hurt y/n.”

“Love, I have wore heels for a lot; not just fancy dinners. I have trained in them before, I am well capable of running and fighting in these. Trust me Eggsy, I’m okay.” Eggsy smiles, “Okay.” He says softly, leaning in planting a soft kiss on my lips.

The night comes faster than i would’ve wanted. Not that missions fear me, more along the lines of it being Eggsys and I’s first mission as a couple. I didn’t want him focused on me instead of making sure he does what he needs to do.

Eggsy steps out of the plane and Valentines guards go up to him and starts checking him. He gets clear and goes. A couple minutes go by before it’s time for me to head out.

“Alright sweetheart, be safe. Eggsys already in. Blend-“ My dad gets cut off by Eggsy talking. “Guys, Charlies here.” I start fixing my dress and getting my heels on quickly. “Charlie…?” My dad says, zooming in on Charlie making is way in the room.

“What the hell?” I stand up fixing my hair, remembering how Charlie used to hit on me during training, to use that to my advantage. “I got this.” I say to my dad before grabbing everything i needed. “I’ll distract the guards.” I nod my head.

While he distracts the guards, I make my way to Charlie. With most of the guards distracted, I only had to deal with a couple. They walk up to me, “Pardon me, I would like to get through here.” The guards look at each other. “I’m Princess Tilde.” I say strongly. Thankful for my similar looks to the princess herself. “Valentine said you didn’t agree with the terms.” One of them tells me.

“I changed my mind. Valentine said I can meet my father in here and to also agree to the terms.” They give each other a glance before nodding and letting me in.

I make my way to the room. Nervously scanning for Charlie. I see him making his way to Eggsy. I quickly get to him and grab drinks on the way. I put myself in front of him and the stairs to Eggsy.

“Long time, no see, ay?” I say, holding out a glass to Charlie. “Well you can say that.” He says, taking the glass, while looking at me, up and down. “He’s lucky I’m not down there.” Eggsy says, clearly already jealous.

“Why don’t we go have a seat and catch up?” I say putting my hand on his chest. Charlie takes a second to respond before he looks up at Eggsy and back down at me. “Maybe later y/n, I need to finish something first.” He says, leaning in to kiss the side of my cheek. Before he can, I kick him in the knee and grab his arm, putting him in a headlock.

“Shouldve said yes to the catching up.” He looks up before realizing I was with Eggsy. “That’s my girl.” Eggsy says. He quickly elbows me in the side before running up the stairs to get to Eggsy. I run after him, Eggsy quickly gets up from the booth and deals with Charlie. I scan the room for Valentine before looking straight ahead and seeing Gazelle already making her way to me. “Fuck.” I say, under my breath.

Eggsy finishes with Charlie and makes his way to Valentine. He smiles at me before blowing me a kiss. I jokingly catch it and remember to keep my focus on the mission.

I meet with Gazelle, “Nice heels, they are looking extra sharp tonight.” I say looking at the blades. She smiles looking down at my heels. “Nice heels, they are looking like it will be easy to kick your ass.” I chuckle, “What happened to being a girls girl?”

Gazelle jumps at me, I miss her blade and look down at my heels. “I say my heels are way sharper.” She jumps at me again.

Eggsy has his focus on Valentine, trying to get his hand off the dashboard. I have a quick second to look at Eggsy. Gazelles blade cuts the side of my arm. I quickly focus back on her. I lose eye of Eggsy before I grab Gazelles blades and pull them out from under her, her head banging to the floor, knocking her out. I press my heel to her chest. “Do they still look like they could be easy to get my ass kicked? Can’t tell over how sharp they look compared to yours.”

I throw one of Gazelles blades at Eggsy and he throws it up to Valentine. “Thank you darling.” Eggsy says. The blade goes right through Valentine , causing him to fall from his headquarters.

“Good work!” My dad yells. I run over to Eggsy. “Hi love.” He says hugging me, “I told you I can work in heels.” He looks down to see me still in my heels. “Still looking very beautiful.” Eggsy leaves a hot kiss to my lips but gets cut from my dad. “Come back to the plane, I don’t need grandchildren yet.” Eggsy and I let out a laugh. “Why dont we go somewhere that you can wear your heels and look stunning and not have to worry about saving the world?”

“That would be lovely.” I lean into Eggsy, giving him a kiss.

I tried my best to fulfill your request so I hope you like it! I didn’t use the full storyline of Eggsy vs Charlie so that the reader could have some more chance to shine. Thank you for requesting!

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Good Girl 💕🤡 -- a drabble

Grandpapamin ☕💕-- Nanami Kento as a grandfather, Headcanons.

Grey 🔥💔💕-- The reader lives a vigilante life; so does Nanami Kento, a changed man after the events of Shibuya. When she is sent to hunt him down, Nanami Kento has a proposition for her.

Grey! Nanami Headcanons Part One ☕💕💔-- post-Shibuya Nanami Kento x Reader headcanons.

Grey! Nanami Headcanons Part Two ☕💕💔-- post-Shibuya Nanami Kento x Reader headcanons.

Grey! Nanami Christmas ⛄🎄 Headcanons ☕💕💔-- post-Shibuya Nanami Kento x Reader Headcanons.

Hanahaki 💕☕💔-- being in love with you is killing Nanami Kento.

Hide and Seek 🔥-- Game night gets spicy.

"How well can you drive?" 🔥 -- the reader takes matters into her own mouth so Kento can prove his driving skills.

Infiltration (MULTI-CHAPTER) 🔥☕💔💕

(COMPLETE!) --the reader and Nanami Kento must pretend to be married, infiltrating a Curse-user cult to take it down from the inside.

Chapter One: Introduction

Chapter Two: Pillow Talk

Chapter Three: Deadly Games

Chapter Four: The Rumbling Shrine

Chapter Five: Breaking Point

Chapter Six: Exposed

Chapter Seven: The Captive Goddess

Chapter Eight: Unchained

In From the Cold ☕🔥💕-- The reader wanders in the snow, lost and injured after a mission gone wrong; will Nanami Kento save her?

Kento Comes Home Drunk 🔥💕-- and the reader handles his advances like a total champ.

And, its sequel... Reader Comes Home Drunk 🔥 💕-- where Kento manages the reader's advances like an absolute champ.

Knismolagnia 🔥💕-- Kento has a somewhat...erotic response to being tickled.

Last Moments 💔☕-- Nanami Kento remembers a childhood holiday.

Nanami Kento, and the Curses of an Unusual Nature (MULTI-CHAPTER) -- Nanami Kento is deemed the only Sorcerer sensible enough to handle some frankly weird Curses

- Chapter 1: Gone Shopping 🤡 -- locals are going missing at a large shopping centre; Nanami Kento is sent to investigate.

Nanami Kento's Massive Squeezable Man Tiddies 🔥☕-- the reader being casually obsessed with Kento's chest...repost link HERE!

Operation Babymaker (a new series!) 💕💔🔥☕ -- Nanami Kento takes trying for a baby very seriously indeed.

A Trip to the Tailors-- the reader reveals she's been off the pill for months, and Kento cannot contain himself.

Benchpress-- the reader interrupts Kento's workout, and is manhandled into submission.

Ditch the Party...again-- tipsy Kento is back, and deadlier than ever.

Wet Dreams-- Kento gives the reader a free-pass for when he's asleep...and he returns the favour

Raising You ☕💔💕-- When the reader is de-aged by a Curse, Nanami is forced to raise her like a daughter.

Red 🔥💔-- Nanami Kento, the infamous Curse-user, has been on the run for years...what will you do when he catches up to you?

Resolute ☕💔💕-- The reader helps Nanami to accept that he has a drinking problem.

Seasons of Grief 🔥💔💕☕ -- The reader supports Nanami Kento through the anniversary of Yuu Haibara's death, and afterwards, when Kento nearly loses the reader

Shirtsleeves 🔥 -- The reader steals Kento's last shirt, and receives her comeuppance.

Still Got It ☕💕-- The Nanami kids' parents are boring...right?

Stoic 💕🔥-- Kento is furious when Gojo assumes that his lack of PDA towards the reader shows a lack of desire.

The Accumulation of Little Despairs ☕💔💕 -- The reader struggles with low-mood; Nanami Kento comes to the rescue

The Chase 🔥💕-- The reader has insisted on No-Nut November; Nanami Kento gets his revenge by hunting her down and taking his reward.

Why I love Nanami Kento

Yet Another Sex Pollen Fic, PART ONE 🔥💕

And...PART TWO 🔥💕 -- the reader has a problem... and only Nanami Kento can help her scratch the itch.

Higuruma Hiromi Masterlist

Updated: 6th March 2024

REQUESTS CLOSED

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Calamus et Gladius (the pen and the sword) 🔥💕💔☕-- slow-burn, enemies to lovers Culling Game smut with Higuruma and a foreign reader

Daddy 🔥☕💕-- dating apps are a hazard for men like Higuruma Hiromi...

Debellatio 🔥💕-- a Higuruma x Reader x Nanami sex-pollen threesome

Fellatio 🔥-- the bathtub lawyer receives head in his office.

Fumus et Ignis 🔥💕-- sometimes, Hiromi smokes and ties you up while he makes you ride him.

Glory Glory 🔥☕-- 'Help, I'm Stuck!' with Hiromi, two bottles of wine and a compromising position with his gavel.

Hiromi and Nemo ☕-- tales of Higuruma Hiromi, and his little black cat.

Hiromi Higuruma Relationship Headcanons ☕🔥💕

In Flagrante Delicto 💔☕🔥💕-- Higuruma struggles to adapt to life as a sorcerer, refusing all of your offers to help...until he needs you.

"I've Committed a Crime" Ask and Drabble 🤡💕-- Higuruma is a ruthless tease

Jus in Bello: A Judicious Domain 💔🔥💕-- The reader throws Higuruma out of their home after they struggle to adapt to his new Cursed power...and the reader must then hunt him down in the Culling Game, to bring him home.

Men with Big Noses 🔥💕-- you reveal a kink for Higuruma's nose, and he shows you exactly what he can do with that.

Milk and Honey 💕🔥-- Hiromi is obsessed with your milk, and loves you while you sleep.

Office Besties ☕💕-- Hiromi and you are just friends...right?

Sanguis et Vinum 🔥💕-- period sex with Higuruma

Shower drabble ☕💕-- Higuruma comforts you after a bad day.

The Stairwell 🔥💕-- You've been teasing Higuruma all day at the office; he catches up to you, eventually.

Vinum Rubrum 🔥💕-- wine is better when you share a glass...and your mouths.

The Widow's Keeper ☕💔💕-- The reader and Higuruma traverse the complexities of love and grief, after the death of Nanami Kento, her first husband.

"Your Honour" Ask and Drabble 💕🤡🔥-- Hiromi forgets your name as he cums.

Suguru Geto Masterlist

Updated: 23rd February 2024

REQUESTS OPEN!

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Deadly Nightshade 🐙🔥💕-- a Suguru Geto "sex pollen" fic.

Kamo Choso Masterlist

Updated: 28th December 2023

REQUESTS OPEN!

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Glory Glory 🔥☕-- 'Help, I'm stuck!' on a mission together, and virgin Choso is offered the opportunity of a lifetime.

Snowhere to Go ☕💕-- When your date plans are foiled by the snow, you and Choso make your own fun with a stack of old board games.

Aoi Todo Masterlist

Updated: 27th January 2024

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Act of the Soul 🔥-- Aoi Todo uses his Boogie Boogie on the reader during sex.

JJK's Multi-Character Masterlist

Updated: 31st March 2024

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Being gross in long-term comfortable relationships ☕💕-- with Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Toji, Yuuta, Maki, Megumi, Nobara, Yuuji and Ino

"Cumfaces" Ask and Drabble 🤡

Defending Your Honour ☕💕-- the JJK boys are sick of the creeps and perverts who harass our dear reader.

Nanami, Todo and Geto

Higuruma, Ino and Yuuji

Gojo, Megumi and Nobara, Inumaki and Toji

Firemen 💔☕💕-- the JJK Crew rescue the Reader, and fall in love at the same time.

Nanami and Higuruma Aesthetics: ☕ 'Besto Friendos' dichotomies

Neat Suit/Messy Suit

Cold Anger/Hot Anger

"Stay down!" Fighter/"Get Up!" Fighter

City-Skyline Penthouse/Converted-Factory Penthouse aesthetics

IKEA Flat-pack Aesthetics

How They Ejaculate 🔥📚-- a physiological ejaculation study of Gojo, Nanami, Geto, Choso, Toji, Higuruma and TrueForm!Sukuna

Penis Synonym Smutfics 🤡🔥 -- with Nanami Kento, Hiromi Higuruma, Takuma Ino, Gojo Satoru and Inumaki Toge

Penpals (a Panda fic) 🐼☕-- he didn't mean to Catfish you. Honestly.

Shower Mat 🔥💕-- the reader buys an 'old lady shower mat'...that makes shower shenanigans suddenly possible.

Takuma Ino as a Young Dad ☕💕-- when Takuma unexpectedly becomes a father...

The Rebounds 🔥💕-- Yuuta and Maki show you the date of your life, after you're dumped

They Find You Wearing This...Unsexy Monstrosity 🤡 -- with Itadori Yuuji, Satoru Gojo, Higuruma, Sukuna, Toji, Nanami and Suguru

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arlana-likes-to-write · 11 months ago

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Can you do a Natasha x fem Reader based off wildest dreams by Taylor Swift? The idea I had was something like R and Nat having feelings for each other and then end up kissing or something a one of Tony’s (Tony is R’s dad) parties. They end up have a secret relationship because R is scared to come out to the team and especially her dad. But they end getting caught by Thor who accidentally tells Tony and the team at a dinner or something. But there’s a happy ending

Note: I do apologize but I kind of changed the ending on this but I do hope you enjoy it.

Warning: secret relationship, reader is closeted for the beginning, kissing, angst with a happy ending, drinking, self-doubt, miscommunication

Relationships: Natasha x Stark!Reader, Tony x Pepper x Reader (platonic)

If there was one thing about your father, he could throw a party, and most of the time, you had no idea why a party was happening. You knew the team returned from a mission. They saved the day, were the heroes, and now they were drinking and partying. All expect Natasha Romanoff. The Black Widow was nursing a Long Island iced tea outside the party. She was wearing a black mesh jumpsuit. The top was sequined with a deep v-neckline and long sleeves. It was a showstopper. Every head seemed to turn towards her but ignored every advantage, man or woman.

You sighed, stood up from your spot at the bar, and pushed your way through the party to the outdoor balcony. You felt her eyes on you as the door closed behind you, and the sounds of the party became muffled. She would come; you just had to wait. So you walked to the patio set in the corner and sat down.

The cool summer air caused goosebumps to form on your skin. You enjoyed the cooler weather, and the sun blasted the city during the day. It recorded high temperatures this year. “You are going to get sick wearing just that,” you knew she was smirking without looking. You were more focused on the city skyline.

“Come keep me warm then,” this time, you looked at the Russian as she walked over to you. She sat down next to you, her thigh barely touching yours, but you felt the warmth she gave off. This was the nature of your relationship with Natasha. Constantly flirting, teasing touches, and longing looks at one another. That was it. It was as if you were both too scared to take that final step. “Are you not enjoying the party?” You turned to face her. Your arm bent on the back of the couch, and you rested your head in your hand. “The talk of the town is that you’re a hero.” You were caught off guard by the bitter laugh that escaped from her, and she sipped on her drink. You frowned.

“I’m not a hero.”

“I think you are,” she said, placing her hand on your thigh. You were wearing a skirt, so you enjoyed the feeling of her hand on your skin.

“You look good,” she said, changing the direction of the conversation. Did you wear this for me?” You rolled your eyes but placed your free hand on top of hers.

“No,” you deadpanned. “I don’t want to inflate your ego, Romanoff.” She smiled and moved closer to you. You thought she was going to kiss you. Instead, she rested her head in space between your neck and shoulder. “Nat,” your voice shook. “What are you doing?” She hummed, and the vibration caused a shiver to travel down your spine.

“I was thinking about kissing you,” she pulled away, and you felt the warmth of her breath on your lips. “What do you say to that, pretty girl?”

“I’d say, what are you waiting for?” Her lips were softer than you expected. Her hand moved to your cheek, keeping you close as the kiss depended on it. She ended it. Her lips were red, and her cheeks were rosy.

“Let’s get out of here,” she whispered. “Drive out of the city, away from the crowds.” You have never moved so fast in your life.

Now, your relationship with the Black Widow has changed. The longing looks were still there, but the flirtatious behavior was replaced with stolen kisses when the team wasn’t looking. Too often, Natasha pushed you up against the tower’s walls and kissed you as her life depended on it, always ending before the team caught you. No one knew, especially your father. For six months, Natasha and you kept your relationship a secret. Even when you knew Natasha wanted to show you off at every party, cuddle with you during moving nights, or claim you as hers. It was you. You weren’t out yet to Tony, and the man was trying to set you up with every eligible bachelor in the city. You were so scared he would be disappointed in you. So you hid, and you pretended it wasn’t kissing you.

You woke up to an empty bed, and the spot Natasha had slept in the previous night was cold. There was the lingering scent of her perfume on her pillow. You had an apartment a little away from the tower. Tony told you often that you could live in the tower, but you liked the sense of privacy. It was also the perfect place to be with Natasha, away from the team. You could be all over her, which you were last night, and a fight broke out.

You were needy and missed your girlfriend, which caused you to be attached to your girlfriend like a koala. She laughed it off at first, poking fun because she was usually the one that constantly wanted to be close to you. You grumbled something about being unable to hug her all day, which was true. You were both so busy the only time you could touch her was at night or early morning before your busy schedule whisked you away from one another. As the night carried on, you noticed a shift in her mood. With Natasha, it was up in the air on how to deal with it. Sometimes, she was honest and told you the truth. Other times, she bottled everything up and shut down.

You decided on the direct approach and asked what was bothering her. She was quiet for a moment and focused on the Bond movie that was playing. It was her night to pick, so you weren’t surprised when you returned from the bathroom to see it queued up on the TV. ‘Are you ashamed to be with me?’ she asked.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t the first time she’s asked you this question. As soon the question was asked, you knew the direction was headed. Over the past six months, it was the only thing you fought about. Hurtful words were said on both sides. She was tired of being your secret. Even though you fought about it before this time, it felt final. She was almost fed up waiting for you.

You sat in your bed and stared at the clothes she had left in your room. Most of them were folded neatly in the space you made for her in the dresser or hung up in the closet next to yours. These clothes were from two nights ago when you ripped them off your girlfriend. You slumped back in the bed, pulled Natasha’s pillow over your face, and inhaled your scent. You needed to get out of bed, but the weight of the fight and waking up to Natasha being gone was soul-crushing. Sighing, you force yourself out of bed to take a quick shower.

You were part of the lead team of scientists at Stark Industries. A position you had to work your ass to get the position and prove to everyone you were more than qualified. You heard the whispers and saw the dirty looks, that everyone believed you got the job because Tony Stark is your father.

Braiding your hair, you entered your kitchen and found a note on the counter. You recognized the handwriting of your girlfriend. ‘Your breakfast smoothie is already blended, and I peeled some hard-boiled eggs. Maybe we can do lunch if you aren’t busy. Forever and Always.’

It was a saying the two of you said. Instead of ‘I love you’, it was ‘Forever and Always.’ Natasha found it easier to say that than the L-word. You kissed the note and placed it in your pocket. Still, your heart felt heavy.

There was no time to see Natasha between meetings, running experiments, and writing reports. You were exhausted and missed your girlfriend. It wasn’t until 3:30 when you saw her. She was in the kitchen, cutting her sandwich into triangles. You always found it funny, but she claimed it tasted better. Your eyes locked onto hers pointed to the side hallway and walked over there. With your back against the wall, you waited. You heard her footsteps as she stood in front of you. “Hi,” she smiled.

“Hi,” you responded and kissed her cheek. But you refused to move away, basking in the warmth she always gave off. You put her arms around her neck and hugged her. Her hands found their natural place on your waist. “I’m sorry,” you whispered. “I’m so sorry. I’m just so scared.” You felt her nod and gently pulled back so she could face you. Your arms remained tightly around her neck.

“I know,” she said. “I’m sorry, too. Forever and always, I promise.”

“Forever and always,” you whispered against her lips. She kissed you softly. In hindsight, getting lost in how Natasha kissed you was a bad idea. You bite her bottom lip, and the gasp she releases lets you deepen the kiss. Her grip on you tightened, and she pushed you back against the wall. You moaned, and it only seemed to spur her on. Kissing Natasha was everything. Every time she kissed you, it took your breath away. Gently morning kisses or rough, passionate kisses against your kitchen counter. You could spend your entire day in her arms and her lips on yours. “Ah, Lady Stark, oh-” you jumped at the sound of the God of Thunder’s voice. His eyes flickered to you and Natasha, whose arms were still around you. “How long has this been going on?”

“6 months,” Natasha answered. You’ve lost your ability to speak. The god smiled.

“Very well. I will find you later,” he winked at you and returned the way he came. Thor knows you thought. Someone on the team caught you. It was only a matter of time before it got back to Tony or Pepper. The Avengers were superheroes, super soldiers, and trained spies, but they were horrible secret-keepers.

“Sweetheart,” you snapped out of your thoughts by Natasha’s voice. “Are you okay?” You nodded, unsure if you were.

“I have to tell Tony and Pepper before it gets back to them through someone else.”

“Do you want me to?”

“No,” you cut her off before she could finish her question. You desperately wanted her to be there but needed to do it alone. You were the reason your relationship was hidden for so long. “Sorry,” you ran your hands over your braid. “I have to do it alone,” you placed her hand over her heart. The steady beat calmed you down. She put her hand over yours and kissed you softly. The kiss was so gentle it felt like a goodbye. You kept your forehead against hers and closed your eyes. There was so much you wanted to say.

What would your last request be? Would you tell her to remember you? She took you to the beach for a date. You stood in a nice dress and stared at the sunset, red lips and rosy cheeks. ‘Remember me there,’ you thought. ‘Say you’ll see me again even if it’s in your wildest dreams.’

“Forever and always,” you said again.

“Forever and always.”

You promised Natasha that you would find her as soon as you were done talking with Tony. Luckily, you had some paperwork to give him, so the visit had a more tangible reason to see him. You opened the door to his office as a dart was thrown, and it hit the door frame. “Oops, sorry, kid,” you rolled your eyes and pulled the dart out of the wood.

“For you,” you dropped the pile of folders onto his desk. “We just need you to verify our numbers are correct, and then we can move on to the next phase.” He groaned dramatically and flopped down into his chair.

“You know I promoted Pepper to CEO, so I didn’t have to deal with paperwork.” Your mother was a saint. You chuckled and aimed at the dart board. You threw it and hit the bullseye.

“It’s your project,” you said, walking over to the board and pulling out the darts. We don’t want another Ultron,” you saw him roll his eyes.

“You make one robot that goes rampant, and it’s all everyone talks about,” you laughed and threw another round of darts. “Do you need these back now?” He pointed to the files.

“No,” you sat in the chair and crossed your legs. “Can I not spend time with my sperm donor?” You ducked at the stress ball he threw at you. He hated it when you called him that, but you loved getting a rise out of him. “Actually,” you folded your hands. “Can we talk about something?” He sat up in the chair. It was rare for you to see the man so seriously.

“Are you dying? Pregnant? Did you kill someone?”

“No!” You laughed and scratched the back of your head. “I uh shit,” you weren’t sure why you were so nervous. You knew the man was an ally. Stark Industries was at every event during Pride.

“Angel,” he smiled. “You can tell me anything, and I won’t be upset.” Angel was the name he called you since you were a baby. You were born very premature and got sick so easily that the doctors weren’t sure if you were going to make it. But you recovered.

“I’m gay,” you whispered. “I’ve known for a while,” you said before he could say anything. “I’ve been so scared to tell you.” He stared at you, blinking a few times, but remained silent. “Right, sorry for wasting your time. I’ll go.” You stood up quickly, knocking over the chair. You left it on the ground and stumbled out of the office. You needed to get out. You needed to go.

Natasha was getting worried. She thought it was taking a lot longer than she thought it would. She asked the AI where Tony was, and the Black Widow walked into a shit show when she entered his lab. Tony was frantically moving holograms around, but they flashed red, and he would try again. Pepper was no better. Her phone was pushed against her ear, and she was pacing. Back and forth. Back and forth. “Are we being attacked?” She asked, making her presence known. Tony glanced at her before focusing back on whatever he was doing.

“I don’t have time for whatever stupid prank Yelena or Peter pulled. Whatever they broke, just order another one,” he began to work again. I have to find her.” He said it mostly to himself. It was a mumbled and throwaway comment, but Natasha heard it. ‘I need to find her,’ Tony said. Natasha grabbed Tony by the shoulder without thinking and threw him into the chair. She steadied him so he wouldn’t fall over.

“What did you say to her?” She asked, crossed her arms, and took a small step back.

“How do you-” he squinted his eyes at her. “Look, I didn’t say anything to her.” He threw his hands to the side. It clicked in Natasha’s head. She knew you better than you knew yourself sometimes. You took his silence as rejection. “Now move so I can find our daughter.” But Natasha stayed.

“Where have you looked?”

“FRIDAY can’t find her,” Pepper ended her call and walked over. “I’ve called some of her favorite sports, but no one has seen her.”

“She’s either turned off her phone or blocked me from finding her.” Natasha always believed you were more intelligent than him, but she knew where you would run off.

“I know where she would go,” Natasha turned on her heels to leave.

“Wait,” Tony called out. His frantic voice caused the Black Widow to stop. “Why do you know so much about her?” Right. If you took off, you wouldn’t have told him. Slowly, Natasha faced him.

“I’ve been dating her for six months,” she said. “So I will find her and make sure she’s safe.”

You knew your time was up when you heard the quiet chime of the front door. You waited until strong arms circled your waist and pulled you flush to her chest. “Found you, my love,” you smiled and chuckled. Of course, she would be the one to find you. She was the only one who knew about this place. “Tell me about this painting.”

You told her a story that captured the emotion of the painting in front of you. You stood in a small art gallery way past closing hours, but the owner gave you the key. You were an investor here, meeting the owner in Central Park while they were painting. The art gallery was small, and it showcased local and small artists. It was peaceful, and the place gave your mind a break. You kept the gallery a secret, protecting your space from the crazy personalities of the Avengers.

“Is he mad?” You finally asked. Natasha shook her head and kissed your shoulder.

“No, he’s worried he couldn’t find you,” she chuckled softly. “I may have told him we are dating.”

“Oh,” you whispered. You felt oddly okay with him knowing, even if he wasn’t going to accept you as you were. “Where is he?”

“Well, I told him to stay at the tower,” Natasha sighed. “But he’s stubborn, and I caught him and Pepper following me.” You laughed, not surprised that Tony Stark couldn’t follow a car without getting caught. You spun around to face your girlfriend, arms around her neck and hugged her tight.

“Forever and always,” you whispered.

“I love you too.” The three-word statement shocked you and made your stomach flip. Your heart filled with butterflies. You were happy and terrified but mostly happy.

You were startled when you walked out of the gallery, and your dad bulldozed into you. His arms wrapped around you tightly. “I love you,” he said. “I love you and support you even if you have questionable taste in women.” You let out a watery laugh and wiped away your tears.

“Thanks, Stark,” Natasha rolled her eyes with a small smile on her face.

“I will support you. I will always want you to be happy,” Tony continued.

“We love you no matter who you love,” Pepper said, getting out of the car and joining you. “No matter what.” You collapsed into your parents’ arms and cried against them. A weight was lifted off your chest, and you felt free.

The next Stark Party, you were sitting on the couch. This time, Natasha’s arm wrapped tightly around your waist and your hand on her thigh. It seemed second nature that the two of you were attached at the hip. No one batted an eye. When looking back at it, you seemed a little silly. But now you were free to live your life to the fullest.

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff x stark!reader #tony stark x pepper potts #black widow x reader #black widow x you #black widow fanfiction #inspired by music

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jetblack4realz · 6 months ago

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lake days i - jake "hangman" seresin x reader

summary - when you and jake get stationed in your hometown, you decide to drag him with you to a lake day with your family - it taking a much different turn than expected.

!split into parts & takes place years and years before the uranium mission!

pt ii , pt iii , pt iv , pt v

warnings - none

word count - 5.7k

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the hawaii mission wasn't the first time you'd met jake seresin, but it was certainly the first time he caught your attention.

you both had been put in a position to compete for the mission, but in a surprise turn of events they just threw you both in. jake led, which he never let you forget, but your captain had decided that he needed you as a wingman, which you never let him forget. you knew his reputation and you'd seen it firsthand, but he was a surprisingly good partner to you. the mission was a success, of course, and you both finished out the last four months of assignment together. as your six months finished out, you found yourself hoping to be stationed with him again.

and you were.

admiral hensley called you both to his office when giving you new orders for the next 18 months and you couldn't help the small smile pulling at your lips. when you exited, hangman pulled you into his side with a laugh.

"excited to be my wingman again, sweetheart?" he asked.

"i think this time you'll find it's the other way around," you answered, winking as you laughed and pulled out of his grasp.

"we'll see about that," he said, smirking.

you both arrived in fort worth, texas with wide grins on your mouths.

"home sweet home," jake said. you hauled your bags onto your shoulders, striding off the runway and towards base. you began to walk towards the office, phone in your hand as you began typing in a local number.

"bronco," the man called with furrowed brows. "you not going to the bunks?"

"this is my home base," you replied. "i've got a place just a half hour out of here."

"how are you getting there?" he asked, quirking a brow with a simple smirk. "your boyfriend picking you up?"

you laughed, shaking your head. "don't got one. don't have time for one. my dad and brothers are coming, i haven't seen some of 'em in almost two years."

"glad you get to now," he told you with a surprisingly genuine smile. you nodded, smiling back.

"yeah, me too," you said. he nodded once before turning again, presumably to his room on base. "hey, hangman."

he turned, eyebrow raised in question.

"aren't you from texas too? anywhere around here?"

"odessa," he answered. he breathed a laugh. "so, no."

you watched each other for a few moments as you very openly debated something in your head. you breathed out slowly before finally just throwing it out there. "you like boating?"

your question caught him off guard. "boating?"

"yeah," you nodded. you quirked a brow, smirking slightly. "you ever been?"

"well, yeah," he nodded slowly. "like, twice."

"twice?" you exclaimed, shaking your head. "that's no good hangman. you should come with us this weekend. my family's property is just 45 minutes off of eagle mountain lake and we were gonna head over saturday. if you don't already have plans, we'd love to have you."

it was memorial day weekend, and your family always spent it on the lake. in light of your fresh transfer, your new admiral had granted you and jake both the monday off and you were definitely taking advantage of the three day weekend.

"you sure?" he asked, raising a brow. "i don't want to intrude. you haven't seen them in so long and i-"

"hangman, if you don't get to see your family, at least come see mine," you answered with a small smile. "they're very welcoming."

he debated for a few moments before huffing a breath. "you're very kind, bronco."

"so, that's a yes?" you asked, grinning. before he could answer, you began walking backwards to enter the office. "i'll take you back with me after shift friday! see you tomorrow!"

you mock-saluted him before turning on your heel and throwing open the door, slipping through it with an excited blush on your cheeks. hangman laughed to himself, shaking his head as he turned to make his way to the bunks. he couldn't believe you'd just invited him back to your family's house - but he couldn't say he wasn't glad you did.

"ready?" you asked, hand on your hip with a grin as jake approached you with his small dufflebag thrown over his shoulder. he nodded.

"as i'll ever be," he answered. "where you parked?"

you led him outside to a beat up brown subaru, pulling the driver's side door open. he quirked a brow as he examined the car, fingers running over the chipping paint.

"didn't imagine you a subaru gal, bronco," he mused, restraining a laugh. you rolled your eyes, shaking your head.

"i'm not. it's my mom's, she's letting me borrow it while i'm here," you answered.

"we gotta get you something better than that," he laughed. "for one, your mom outta want her car back and for two, i can't be seen in a - what year is it?"

"2005," you muttered.

"in a 2005, brown subaru outback," he said, clicking his tongue against his teeth thrice.

"oh, you can't be seen in it? i have to drive this thing to a naval airbase every day of my life," you laughed.

"we'll find you something better. with all this driving you're doing, you definitely need it," he told you. you rolled your eyes again.

"just get in the car, hangman," you said, slipping into the driver's side.

he laughed, tossing his bag in the backseat. "alright, alright."

the drive went smoothly, conversation with jake was never real difficult. as you pulled down a dirt road, passing under a large metal overhead sign announcing that it was the l/n residence jake watched it, a smile pulling at his lips.

"now before we get there, i've gotta warn you," you started, glancing at the man next to you. "all my brothers are in town for this and so are their wives and kids. it'll be a mad house, but it's all love i promise you. just, be prepared for a barrage of questions and kids wanting your attention."

"how many brothers do you have?" he asked.

"three older brothers - logan who's married to brynlee, barrett who's married to alice, and gideon who's thriving single, and two younger brothers - joshua who's married to kyrie, and darren who's 17 so he's single. and all in all, i think i have four, no five nieces and nephews. oh, but alice is pregnant with their first, so like five and a half," you answered, breathing in deeply after the long-winded explanation. you glanced at him with a nervous chuckle. "i told you, it's a lot."

he was smiling widely, shaking his head. "it sounds wonderful. really. i've got a big family too, just all sisters and brother-in-laws. i'm excited to have all those people around again."

your nervous smile softened and you nodded, pulling into the driveway. "i'm glad."

you both climbed out of the car, jake moving to grab his duffle from the back but you shook your head. "leave it, we'll take it back to mine after dinner."

"oh, right," he answered, forgetting entirely that you had your own place and that he was staying there, with you, alone. he trailed after you as you approached the beautiful oak front door.

you turned to him with a grin, hand gripping the door handle. "brace yourself, hangman."

with that, you threw the door open with a yell of, "honey, i'm home!" jake laughed as he watched three kids instantly attach themselves to your legs, the oldest little boy looking about five.

"oh my gosh, you guys are hug!" you exclaimed.

the little boy looked up at jake, his head cocked to the side in evident interest.

"auntie y/n, who's that?" he asked. just as you opened your mouth to answer, a teenager walked in with a teasing grin and answered for her.

"that's her boyfriend," he said in a sing-song tone. you rolled your eyes, whacking him in the shoulder.

"shut up, darren," you said. you picked up the five year old, turning to jake with a smile. "finn, this is jake. jake, this is logan's oldest, finn. he's five."

jake smiled, offering him a little wave. "hey, finn."

you gestured to a little girl at your feet. "and this is leila, finn's little sister. she's three." there was another girl next to leila. "and everleigh, also three. but, she's josh's." you whacked your little brother in the shoulder again, a wry smile on your lips as you tried to not laugh at his dramatic outburst of pain. "and my little brother, darren."

"hi," jake laughed. darren stretched a hand forward, grinning widely.

"welcome to the family," he teased as jake shook the boy's hand. jake laughed heartily.

"thanks, glad to be here."

introductions with the rest of the family continued in the dining room, the remaining two nephews sitting in their dad's lap.

"y/n!" the family chorused.

"hey guys," you grinned. you turned to let jake step forward, your brothers smirking at you as he did so. "everybody, this is jake seresin, my wingman on my last mission." he looked at you with raised brows and a breathy laugh, shaking his head slightly. you concealed your laughing with a slim grin, continuing. "he's gonna be spending the weekend with us."

your mother approached with a sweet smile on her face. "jake, how wonderful to meet you. y/n's told us so much."

"oh has she?" jake asked with a grin in your direction. he shook her hand gently, a small smile directed at the older woman.

"enough for us to be glad to have you," your dad chimed in. "we hear you're competitive. you good at water sports?"

"can't say i've tried any," jake laughed sheepishly. you exchanged grins with your brothers. you patted his arm.

"don't worry, we'll change that," you told him. you turned your attention back to your family. you took your time to point out each brother and sister-in-law, and your remaining two twin one year old nephews, brigham and beckham, who were josh's.

everyone was very welcoming towards him and he found his heart swelling at the experience of being with so much family. as they all conversed and ate, he began to realize where you had gotten all of your snark and sarcasm - he supposed that's what growing up with five brothers got you. but, as he watched the way your mother treated everyone and how your father ensured the teasing never reached a tipping point, he also began to understand how you tended to know the balances of things and always be cordial to others. it was a talent that slipped his mind some of the time, but in the presence of such kind people he made sure to do.

darren had taken an extreme liking to the 30-year-old, asking him all sorts of questions about what he flew, how he flew, what missions he'd been on (which he obviously couldn't tell him), and everything about the navy. this got finn excited too, the little one climbing on your lap just to lean over to jake to catch his attention.

"you do realize that i'm in the navy too, right?" you asked darren with a raised brow, pulling finn back to keep him from slipping off your knee as he held onto jake's arm. "everything he's done, i've done. you've never asked me before."

"you're not as cool, y/n," gideon teased you in response, darren laughing and nodding in agreement.

"i'd have to agree," jake said, winking at you as your brothers laughed.

"so, where are you from, jake?" your mom asked with a smile.

"odessa," he answered, matching her smile. "born and raised texan."

"good," your dad nodded. "your family still back there?"

"yes sir," jake said. "mom and sisters at least. dad died a few years back."

"sorry to hear that, son," your dad said, giving him a small nod.

"odessa," your mom hummed. "what did you say your last name was again, honey?"

"seresin," jake answered politely.

"your mom's maiden name?" she furthered. jake laughed, glancing at you momentarily.

"sorry, mom grew up in odessa," you told him with a short laugh, shooting your mom a look to stop interrogating him. "sure she's just trying to make connections."

"oh, it's fine," jake said. it was a common occurrence in texas. "she was a gilbert."

"gilbert," she repeated again. her eyes lit up. "alyssa gilbert?"

"yeah," he laughed. "you know her?"

"we went to high school together!" she cheered. "how about that? we're friends on facebook but haven't talked in years. i'll have to tell her i've got you over here, maybe they can come over sometime! have a barbeque, go to the lake. you got a lot of siblings, jake?"

"four sisters," he nodded, smiling at her enthusiasm.

"oh, wonderful! that would be so fun, wouldn't that be so wonderful y/n?" she asked, turning to you. from next to her alice and kyrie were about to burst into laughter, barrett winking at you. you pulled a thin smile, trying to avoid estranging jake because of your overly-enthusiastic mother.

"yeah, that'd be something, ma," you answered, returning your attention to the potato salad on your plate.

"i'm sure they'd love that," jake said, appeasing your mom.

after a few hours and several slices of pie, you were leading jake back out to your car. darren followed you to the door, grinning widely.

"drive safe!" he called as you threw yourself into your seat. "no fun allowed tonight! i mean it!"

you slammed your door shut, flipping him off through the window, though he could barely see it with the dim light in the car. jake laughed loudly, getting in his seat as darren returned inside. as soon as his door was shut you let out a breathy laugh.

"well, that was fun," you said. "i think they like you."

"i think they do too," he said with a small smile. "i really like them, y/n."

"i'm glad. they're my favorite people," you told him.

you reached around to buckle and he followed your lead as you backed out of the driveway.

"so, where's your place at?" he asked as you turned onto the dirt road, continuing further into the property.

"just a few minutes down the road," you answered. "my parents promised each of us some land if we wanted to build on it. the only one who doesn't have a place out here is gideon, he lives in houston. says he doesn't need it because he isn't planning on getting married and having a family anytime soon."

"oh," jake said, looking at you intently. "but, you've got a place out here."

"yeah, so what?"

"are you planning on a family anytime soon?"

you glanced at him, furrowing your brows slightly. "i was. saved up for my place since high school, got some of my dad's buddies to give me discounts, designed it, helped build it when i could while going to college. then, well, my plans changed. i dropped out of college and went into the navy, got shipped out two years later. my house was finished though, so i kept it."

he thought on your answer for a few moments. "you didn't answer my question."

"the answer is i don't know," you sighed, pulling into your garage. "would i like to have a family? sure. is it gonna happen for me? probably not. and hey, i have things to do, i love my job... life's okay for me."

you laughed shortly, looking back at your fellow aviator.

"what?" he asked.

"wasn't expecting to talk to you about that today. don't really tell people things like that."

"then why'd you tell me?"

"why'd you ask?"

you both paused, a small smile pulling at your lips before you turned away, pulling your door open. he followed suit, grabbing his bag and following you into the two-story farmhouse. it was beautiful, he had to admit.

"you designed this?" he asked, looking up at it while you turned the key.

"yep," you answered. "my pride and joy."

"that's such a texas thing," he laughed, following you inside. "you built your own house? if a girl i met at the bar said she built her own house i might just marry her right then and there."

"that's a weird thing to admit, seresin," you laughed, gesturing for him to follow you upstairs.

"what? i like a blue collar woman," he shrugged. he grinned widely. "they're usually way sexier too."

you rolled your eyes, sighing, "there's the hangman i know."

you approached the first door to your right, pushing it open. "this is you. there's a bathroom attached and you can keep your things in the dresser if you'd like. i'm just down the hall here."

he entered the room, tossing his bag on the white comforter. he looked around with a nod. "thanks bronco. i owe you one."

"you don't owe me anything," you said with a shake of your head. "well, except for a promise to try everything i tell you to tomorrow."

he laughed. "deal."

"you're in for it," you promised. "we need to meet at mom and dad's at 7, so be up by 6:30. i'll come and knock to make sure you're up."

"sounds good," he answered.

you smiled, nodding slowly as you stayed leaning in the doorway for a few moments. "i'll, uh, i'll see you in the morning. goodnight, jake."

"goodnight, y/n," he said. "thanks again. i'm excited."

"me too." you disappeared from his sight, the man leaning to watch you walk back to your room. he smiled slightly before turning back to his bag, beginning to unpack the few contents into the dresser next to the bed.

it was 6:35 when you finally rolled out of bed, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. you knew you had to get up, you just desperately didn't want to.

you pulled yourself out from under the covers, walking slowly to your closet. you grabbed the navy blue swimsuit you'd set out the night before: a longline bikini top that you knew would stay secure during water sports and matching high-waisted bottoms. you pulled a pair of denim shorts over, not bothering with a shirt.

you pulled open your door and then walked into the extremely bright hallway. with a hand blocking the light from your eyes, you approached jake's door, knocking slowly.

it was swung open quickly to reveal an all ready hangman, clad in dark blue swim shorts and a white tee shirt you were sure would be coming off as soon as water was in sight. that's how he was anytime you and the crew would lounge the beaches of hawaii and you were confident it wouldn't be any different here.

he eyed your swimsuit and you eyed his, both letting out short laughs.

"looks like we'll be twinning out there, darlin'," he teased. you shrugged.

"makes for cuter pictures," you answered, smirking. "grab your things, i'll be down in a sec."

he nodded and you turned back to grab your sunscreen, sunglasses, and hat before jogging down the stairs to find jake sitting on your counter.

"ready?" you asked. he nodded, hopping down and following you out the door and to your car.

when you pulled up to the house, darren was quick to comment on the swimsuit situation.

"and you say you aren't a couple," he said with a smirk.

"well, we're not. it's just a coincidence," you said with a roll of your eyes, pushing past him to get to where your dad was loading up the jetski and canopies.

"ouch," darren said with a laugh, turning his attention to jake. "she's in a bad mood."

jake shrugged. "it was just a coincidence."

he followed your lead and took some camping chairs from your mother, smiling graciously as he loaded them into the back of the truck. as you finished strapping down the jetski, logan pulled up with a beautiful white and blue surfboat.

you were shaken out of whatever mood darren's comment had put you in as you shook jake's arm and ran to where logan parked, jake following you with furrowed brows.

"jake," you said with a grandiose expression. "this is my pride and joy, my beautiful bluey."

"bluey?" he laughed. "you named your boat?"

"technically, it's our boat," logan corrected.

"right, but still," you shrugged. "a beautiful, 2014 cobalt surf boat, one of the first they've ever made. way better than the crappy mastercraft we used to have."

"what's wrong with a mastercraft?" jake asked, realizing very quickly that he was incredibly out of his element. logan laughed, shrugging.

"it's the honda of boats," he answered.

"ah," jake said, understanding as he nodded his head.

"alright everyone, pack it up!" your mom yelled.

as everyone piled into the two trucks and one ford explorer, jake looked at you, wondering where to go.

"there's some more seats in josh's," your mom told you, but you shrugged.

"too cramped," you answered, instead stepping onto logan's back tire and sitting down in the bed of the truck. jake grinned, following quickly and plopping down next to you.

"we got some nice privacy back here," he mused, winking at you jokingly.

you laughed, rolling your eyes. "oh yeah, take advantage of it, seresin."

"i might just," he said.

when you all pulled up to the lake, you and jake hopped out of the back.

"i'm gonna drive the boat out," you told him, "as logan backs it into the water. do you wanna just get in with me?"

"sure," he agreed, walking with you a few steps until you were at the back. "need a hand?"

you were, in fact, slightly too short to be able to get on it while it was still on the trailer. you nodded. "that'd be great, actually."

he held his hands down and boosted you up as you stepped on them, the man quickly following.

"shoes off," you instructed, slipping off your sandals and throwing them under one of the seats, jake following your lead. as you stood in front of the seat, you slid the key in and gestured for logan to back it up into the water fully.

jake watched in awe as you worked the boat expertly, yelling instructions and giving hand signals to direct your brother as far back as you needed, eventually having jake jump out to unstrap the sides and give you a little push off until you were able to turn the boat and blower on and push it out yourself. as he pulled himself back in and came up behind you, he watched the way your hands worked the steering and throttle.

"impressed, hangman?" you laughed, glancing back at him. "i'm surprised - i fly planes for a living, you think i can't drive my own boat?"

"no, i'd be disappointed if you couldn't," he laughed, sitting in the passenger seat as you pulled off the ramp and started towards your previously decided beach spot. darren was on the jetski, following you from a distance.

"just wait until we really get going," you told him with a grin. "you can be impressed then."

"counting on it, darlin'," he said.

when you found your family you let logan grab the larger anchor and tie the boat to the beach as you and jake exited the boat, your shorts and his shirt coming off before you dropped in the water.

you glanced at him before slipping into the water, refusing to blush at your friend's abs. you knew he was attractive and you knew he was toned - you'd been to the beach with him before. but still, you couldn't deny that jake seresin was a sight to see.

on the flip side, he couldn't deny that you looked good. like, really good. he'd seen you in a swimsuit before too, but he always found it difficult to keep his eyes off. you were drop dead gorgeous, he'd admit that to anyone, any day of the week - except for your family, right this moment.

not that they needed to ask. they could tell. or at least, a few of them could.

"how do you spend time with him and not just fall in love?" kyrie asked you in a hushed whisper as you dropped into a camp chair next to her. you laughed.

"he's... hangman. he's just hangman. we're friends," you shrugged.

"any chance you want to be more?" brynlee asked, wiggling her brows as alice and kyrie giggled.

"oh, keep to your own lives," you said, leaning back in your chair.

"our lives are boring, we've already got our men - you're still working on yours," kyrie said.

"i think you've already found him," alice said with a small smile. she nodded to where darren was punching around with jake, jake finally shoving him into the water where the boy tripped back and soaked himself. jake laughed loudly before getting attacked from behind by finn, turning to pretend fight the boy off.

"aw, he's so sweet y/n," brynlee said, grabbing your arm with a smile, effectively shaking you out of your trance. he had been so good with your family so far, you wondered if this was how he was normally - without all the bravado required for aviation.

"yeah, i guess he is," you mumbled. you cleared your throat, looking back at your sister-in-laws. "he's usually a lot louder and cockier than this. you'll see later while we're playing around. he's a tease."

"i think you're the tease right now," kyrie laughed. "you didn't see the way he was looking at you when you were walking up to the beach. you looked hot and he knew it honey."

"no way," you said with a shake of your head. "we're just friends."

"you might've started the weekend that way," brynlee said, standing up with a teasing smile. "but you won't end it that way."

your mouth fell open in shock as she walked to logan, scooping leila up in her arms and laughing as the three year old did. you shook your head, turning your attention to the other girls.

"she's right, you know," alice said. "don't look behind you."

and so you didn't, instead watching as the grins on their faces grew and grew until someone had grabbed your chair, lifting it from behind and making you stand. you landed on your feet, turning quickly to find jake with a grin.

"what?" you asked.

"come one, your dad's decided that me and you are going first," he told you.

"on what?" you asked. he paused.

"don't know. just, come on," he said, grabbing your hand and dragging you over to where your brothers and dad had made a group.

"what am i doing?" you asked with a laugh as you approached them.

"kneeboarding," josh answered. "easy."

and "easy" is what you told jake when you were in the middle of the lake, life jackets on, with kneeboards in your hands, just finished with giving him instructions.

"yeah," he nodded. "i got this. easy."

"you got this," you agreed with a laugh.

"but, when do i pull up on it?" he asked.

"after the boat starts going but before it gets up to speed. just - i'll tell you when," you told him, earning a nod in return.

the look on jake's face as you yelled "ready!" to logan was priceless. he was focused - so focused. maybe even more focused than you'd seen him in a jet. and as logan began moving, his face only hardened that much more.

"okay, pull yourself up!" you yelled, sliding your knees onto the back of the board and shimmying your way all the way up. you strapped the velcro strap over your thighs, settling in as the boat pulled you along before looking over at jake.

his entire board was shaking as he tried to move his knees up, his hands clutching the side desperately. eventually, he managed to get up, leaning back with a sigh and finagling with the strap.

"got it?" you called.

"yeah!" he called back as he secured it. you leaned forward, hands gripping the wide handle. before you pulled it off its knob that kept you attached to the boat, you looked at jake for affirmation. he nodded, grabbing his own and watching you as you pulled yours off, leaving just your hands on the rope keeping you to the boat.

"lean back! relax!" you said over the sound of the water, laughing as he leaned back, causing his board to twist a little and his eyes to widen as he regained balance. "good!"

he looked at you with a grin, holding his hand up in the 'hell yeah' sign, or really just 'aloha' surfer sign. you laughed and did it back. you leaned to the side, skidding up next to him.

"wanna try some tricks?" you asked.

"yeah, you go first," he said, nodding at you. you grinned.

"alright, first we'll get you to go out of the wake," you told him. "you just gotta get some momentum and lean hard. don't twist your board, just lean. watch, and if i wipe out just let go, k?"

you leaned back to your side, your board catching speed and exiting the wake. you did his little hand signal back to him with a laugh, hanging out of the wake for a while. the waves were a bit choppy that day, but you decided to still attempt what you've been wanting to since you knew you were going kneeboarding.

"watch!" you yelled, but jake's eyes had been on you the whole time anyways. you moved one hand to the side of the handle before quickly leaning, flipping around and reaching around the back to grab the handle again.

your brothers whooped in the boat as you grinned, leaning back in to enter the wake.

"pretty cool, huh?" you asked.

"i bet i could do that," he said with a shrug. "easy."

"alright then, go for it," you said teasingly. you were sure he wasn't gonna get it.

but, as he leaned out and successfully got out of the wake, which was a struggle for first-timers normally, your confidence faltered. he slid his hands to the side like you did and turned sharply, then again, and suddenly he had accomplished the goal it took you three summers as a kid to achieve.

"screw you," you laughed as he came back in next to you.

"got anything else?" he asked with a smirk.

"jump the wake," you said, nodding to the side. "get some height, seresin."

"do it at the same time," he replied.

you agreed and you both broke for opposite directions. you tried to get as much speed as you could, but just as you reached the break of the wake, your board caught and you were down.

you found the surface with a cough, glaring at the boat as it turned around to come get you. a little ways away jake was holding his board, a cocky grin on his lips as he waved at you. you rolled your eyes, grabbing your board and trying to not let him see your smile as it formed.

"what was that y/n?" josh laughed as they pulled up next to you, grabbing your board.

"i'm out of practice, okay?" you answered, pulling yourself up onto the surf deck on the back. gideon grabbed jake's board as he swam over to you.

"yeah, well he's had no practice and he still got it," your brother laughed as he set the board next to yours. jake pulled himself up next to you, grinning at you.

"you okay, sweetheart?" he asked.

"you got it?" you asked with raised brows.

"i thought you said it was hard?" he asked. your eyes widened and you searched for words, causing the man next to you to bust up laughing, as well as gideon.

"who's next?" your dad asked.

"me!" darren cheered as he jumped into the water. josh laughed and followed him in. you laughed at the boys before standing, pulling off your lifejacket and hanging the dripping wet thing off the side of the boat, gesturing for jake to give you his own. when you had buckled them to the side, you offered jake a hand which he took, letting you drag him up and to the bow of the boat. you sat back on the front, facing jake as he took the seat opposite to where brynlee was laying out with full intention of tanning. you tucked your legs by his to keep out of her way, but the man didn't look bothered.

you grabbed a towel from the compartment behind you, wiping your arms and hair before tossing it to jake. he dried his chest before balling it up and leaning on it like a pillow, laying out like brynlee.

you sat there for a few moments before standing and approaching the glove box, grabbing yours and jake's hats and glasses. you walked back up, dropping his glasses in his lap and pulling his hat down backwards on his head.

he grinned at you as you sat back down, tucking your legs to the side of him again. you pulled your hat on backwards too with a teasing grin his way.

"twins, right?" you asked. he laughed as you leaned back, settling your glasses on the bridge of your nose.

afterwards, you stared at him, eyebrows furrowing after several moments. he quirked a brow at you, finally asking, "what?"

"your glasses are cooler than mine are," you told him, jokingly pouting like finn whenever you didn't give him his goldfish crackers. you both had basic black glasses on, but his were cool, classy aviators that he definitely spent more that $15 on as opposed to your walmart ones.

this caused him to smile and he leaned forward. "here, sweetheart."

he pulled your glasses off your nose as he pulled his own off, dropping yours in his lap for a moment so he could situate his 'cool' sunglasses on your face. he pulled yours on and leaned back again, patting your leg. "better?"

"much," you laughed. out of the corner of your eye, brynlee was smirking at you both, turning back to grin at her husband when neither of you would look at her.

she pulled her phone from the cupholder next to her, flipping to the camera. she waved her hand at you guys. "scoot in, i wanna get the glasses."

you rolled your eyes with a smile, scooting from your position at the front to be perpendicular to where jake was laying, the man moving to the side to let you in before leaning towards you, an arm wrapping around your torso so as to give you more room. you looked at him briefly, his wide grin with your slightly girly glasses on his face making you laugh, your smile more legitimate than it had been before as you looked at brynlee. he rested his cheek on your head after a moment, your smile unintentionally widening again.

when she lowered her phone, you leaned over to see the picture - and it actually was really cute. the only pictures you had with jake were in your flight suits or decently drunk at a pool table, so you were kinda glad to have one normal, decently cute one now. even though you were just friends, of course.

"send that to me," you told her with a smile. you slid back to your original place, pushing jake's legs out of the way to give yourself space. he rolled his eyes at you, scoffing, but you knew he was just teasing.

you pretended not to notice how jake's hand fell back onto your leg, instead just letting the wind blow your hair around with a smile as you watched your brothers get on the kneeboards. you also pretended not to notice how the entire time they did so, jake's eyes never once travelled back to them, instead resting on you.

this was gonna be one fun trip.

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