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utterlyotterlyx · 5 months ago

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A Ballad of Storm and Shadow

Azriel x F!Reader

Part Two

Summary - Rhys had been content in taking the darkest secret of his family to the grave, but when the threat of Hybern increases, he has no choice but to send a message to another world and pray to the Mother that his call is answered.

Warnings - swearing, fluff, a little angst as always, mentions of blood, brother sister fluff 🥺

Part One

This is a crossover series, some aspects will differ from that in the books. Physical attributes are described in this fic, it is essential to the storyline of the character

There was only one singular thing that Rhys wanted more than to be able to spend a moment alone with his long-lost sister, telling tales and swapping stories of what the last 500 years had held for them, and that was to see Tamlin cower at her perfectly painted feet.

Though, Rhys was sure, like the other High Lords, that Tamlin would not be making an appearance, not after what Feyre had done to his court.

Aelin leaned to the side, her eyes not once moving from the reflective pool in the centre of the chamber as she whispered to y/n, causing the raven haired female to grin in response. It was clear that the two other-worldly women were putting the High Lords of Prythian on edge, if not for their damning beauty then because of the suffocating power that waltzed around them, dancing in a phantom wind and casting a faint shimmer over their forms.

Azriel didn't blame either of them for wrapping a shield around themselves, though, he did get the feeling that it wasn't they who had decided it, it seemed to be Rowan's doing. The fae prince's gaze sauntered across the room, not wanting to indulge in the idle chatter of lesser-than beings, he was assessing and probably imagining all the ways in which he could cut them down without even blinking.

The only sounds that filled the room were polite comments and the gossip from Vivane and Mor, catching up after 50 years apart. All Rhys wanted to do was lean over and ask his sister a million and one questions about her life, where she had been and what the other world was like, but, upon gazing upon her monotonous features, he decided against that impulse.

Instead, the High Lord of Night peered across the pool to find Eris Vanserra in complete awe of her, and if she had noticed his lingering gaze then she did well to not let onto it. Y/N had most likely already known that if she was raised in Prythian then it would have been him who would have been given her hand, their father had always wanted a way into the Autumn Court. Rhys was glad that she looked so alike to him, but he couldn't help but notice a certain darkness within her eyes, like a chilled breeze in the midst of winter, unwavering and fatal.

He had so many questions, so many things he needed to know.

A gentle loop of wind coursed through the open arches from the east, sifting through y/n's hair and cascading her scent straight into Azriel's lungs, so blissful that even his shadows swarmed around the speckles of air for a taste. He had been trying to pinpoint the individual aspects of her scent for the last ten minutes, desperate to etch it to memory, but that last fell sweep confirmed it.

Y/N smelt like the calm before the storm, when the earth hazed by swelter was damp and eagerly awaiting the roaring from the skies during its last moments of peace; there was a slight ashen note to it, like lightening kissed trees that were crackling after being torn apart by the storms fury, and then all of that was combined with with the heavenly aroma of fresh petrichor from newly bathed mountain springs.

He tried to tell himself that he was following each of her movements out of the desire to protect his home from a cunningly beautiful stranger, but he was lying to himself, so much so that his shadows swatted against his back sternly at the thought of her being anything remotely evil. Azriel couldn't take his eyes off of her, he noted every tick of her jaw when Beron would open his mouth and every furrow of her brow when someone would say something that intrigued her, and then there was a familiar softness that consumed her violet gaze whenever Rhys would taunt and prod those around him. Her eyes were laced with longing and pride, like she was only then realising everything she had missed from the moment she had been sent away.

Azriel was too keen not to notice the scar peeking from the bodice of her dress, though her hair did an exquisite job of hiding it, Azriel was placed in the perfect position to be able to count every scaled ridge. It extended from the tip of her pointed ear and slithered down her neck and shoulder before disappearing beneath the fabric of her dress, leaving Azriel to wonder two things, where the scar ended and what had happened to cause it. It was clear that they all had stories to tell, and Azriel was eager to know every snippet of hers.

"Forgive me for prying," Helion drawled, leaning forward in his seat and his lethally poised orbs staring directly at y/n, they trailed down her figure, from the ornate crust of jewels encapsulated around her head to the burgundy pumps on her feet, "But what exactly are you?"

The attention of the room shifted, the one thought on their minds having being thrust out into the open, and they all waited eagerly for her response. Y/N sighed and simply glanced to her right with a soft nod, bestowing a silent permission to her companion, Aelin, who grinned, knowing the floor was open for her, "Does the crown not do it for you? She's a queen."

"A queen?" Beron scoffed with a mixture of disbelief and amusement, his brown eyes wicked and untamed, he sneered at the jewels curling above her ears and asked, "Did it fall onto your head? How does a little girl like you get to call herself a queen?"

Rowan's jaw clenched, his top lip curling into a snarl, and he went to say something, to stand up for one of his two queens, but Aelin halted him with a firm hand on his forearm, "I killed my mother, not for the crown, but because-"

"She was an evil bitch?"

Y/N pointed to Aelin with her gaze stuck on Beron, unwavering, lethal, "That." Placing both hands flat against the arms of her chair, y/n rose from the seat, the sky darkening overhead and a violent gust soaring through the chamber, "I have not left my people to aid a continent that finds it acceptable to treat the only thing standing between them and certain death this way. I am over 500 years old, I'm not a little girl. I destroyed my mother and then eviscerated her body for extra measure, and if you think that I won't do the same to you then I would suggest thinking again. I am the daughter of one of the most powerful High Lords in your history, and I am also the daughter of a Valg queen whether I wish it or not. Choose your next words very carefully."

The air had grown heavy, swelteringly so, and the skies continued to darken with splotches of demonic grey; electricity surged through the space, causing the atoms to vibrate with tension. A faint rumble coursed in the distance, and sparks of blue lit up the skies which had once been a backdrop of serenity, even the ocean below could be heard crashing against the cliffside.

Despite his thunderous heartbeat, Beron couldn't allow his mask to shiver in response, no matter how much sweat had built up on his brow or cold had seeped into his bones. Before he could open his mouth and spurt another insult, two thick threads of lightening crashed through the dome of the chamber, landing on either side of him with a crack as they split open the stone under his feet. Thunder chuckled overhead, always thrilled to witness one of her spectacles.

Then, the darkness vanished, giving way to lazy beams of sun as she began her descent below the horizon, the air lightened and birdsong drifted through the room from the open arches. Still standing, y/n arched a brow and adorned a knowing smirk, knowing that a single effortless flash of her abilities had struck fear into every soul surrounding the reflective pool, "Next time, I'll let them devour you. My lightening enjoys the taste of snivelling old cunts."

I like her. Feyre's voice all but purred into Rhys' mind, her face was taut from attempting to hide her grin but it glowered in her eyes.

Hm. I don't think you're the only one. Rhys cocked his head to the side, causing Feyre to crane her neck to see Azriel staring down at her in total awe, though he wasn't even trying to conceal his smile, he let it shine for all to see.

Aelin looked practically giddy by the show, waiting for y/n to sit at her side once more before continuing on as if nothing had happened, "Carrying on," Aelin folded her hands over her stomach and leaned back, propping one of her legs up on the arm of her seat, "Y/N is the Queen of the Fae of Erilea," Aelin glanced to y/n with a level of adoration, "She gave up everything to aid us, there is no one I would rather rule beside than her," Rowan cleared his throat at the words, sending Aelin a deadpan and stern glare, "Oh, and birdboy over here."

"What a touching sentiment," the white haired warrior drawled, his eyes were laced with humour as he rolled them, his body language relaxing tenfold compared to when he had been assessing the males in the room earlier. Apparently he had deduced that none of them were a threat to him and his queens, not after y/n's recent display. "And," he looked to Beron whose orbs were trained on the steaming black cracks etched into the stone floor, "If you thought that was bad, then you should count yourself lucky that Aedion and Lorcan weren't here. Your head would be detached from your shoulders for that level of disrespect."

Aedion and Lorcan.

Rhys made a mental note to ask about them later, and why saying their names aloud made Rowan's smirk turn positively feline.

"Don't forget about Manon," Aelin sang, and Rowan chuckled darkly at the thought, making Azriel think that he never wanted to meet whoever Manon was.

Y/N dragged her fingers through the lengths of her hair and sniffed the air lightly, her ears pricking as though they could hear something approaching from the distance, and just as the doors swung open did her eyes dart to meet them.

Eyes connecting with those of the intruder, Y/N shivered at the tremors of magic that coursed through the room from the High Lords and their entourages throwing their shields up, and she noticed keenly how the shield around the Night Court in particular became reinforced with rage, even if Rhys' face didn't show it.

The male before her eyes was not considered an ally.

Dressed in a green tunic and smiling so broadly that she could see each of his gleaming white teeth, the male sauntered forward into the stilled room with eyes dancing between Rhys and Y/N, picking apart every similarity between them until the realisation swarmed him.

Thesan rose to his feet slowly, his Peregryns ready to put him down if needed, but he really hoped that it wouldn't come to that, "We were not expecting you, Tamlin," he extended a hand to his quivering aids and ordered, "Please bring the High Lord a chair."

Despite his flickering eyes and subdued smile, Tamlin mainly kept his gaze on Feyre, staring directly into her soul, and by the looks of him y/n could tell that he was lethal in his own right. Feyre shuffled under his gaze, a gaze that sought to control and demand her, and y/n would be damned if she allowed such a thing.

"I have to admit that I am surprised you came, Tamlin," Beron drawled, somewhat recovered from the display of anger directed at him only moments before, "Rumour suggests that your allegiance lies elsewhere these days."

Still, Tamlin's gaze did not leave Feyre, it only moved downward to the band circled on her finger and then trailed up to the tattoo flowing and ebbing against her hand, finally ending on the crown lay atop her head. He exhaled through his nose and waited for the aids to place his seat between Beron's sons and Helion's clan; he had come with no generals, no family, no friends, he was completely alone.

The male didn't utter a single word as he sat, the air was tight, but he moved his gaze at long last and rested it upon y/n, narrowing his green eyes at her and tilting his head slightly as if he was trying to place her in his mind. Helion waved his hand, cutting through the ripe tension, "Let's get on with it then."

It made Rhys feel uneasy, the way Tamlin was looking at his sister and the way in which she was staring back, almost taunting him with her orbs of violent delight. He wanted to reach into her mind and tell her to stop, but her walls were strong, almost impenetrable.

Thesan cleared his throat, eager to move the meeting along so that the time spend with Tamlin was as little as possible. No one looked toward the High Lord of Dawn, not even Tamlin as he moved his eye back to Rhys and Feyre, eyes simmering with a hatred that y/n had only ever seen within her mother. He opened his mouth, and Feyre visibly braced herself, "It seems as though congratulations are in order."

Silence.

Only Rhys held his stare, and deep down, y/n could feel his wrath bubbling inside of him like a hot spring, he looked to Thesan and said, "We can talk of this matter later."

"Don't stop on my account."

Rhys' grip tightened around Feyre's knee, "I'm not in the business of discussing our plans with enemies." His gaze floated to his sister who was still staring down Tamlin, hands coiled around the arms of her chair and eyes blazing with a fury he didn't know she too possessed.

"No," Tamlin matched Rhys' tone with a certain level of ease, "You're just in the business of fucking them."

The room stilled with rage, the entire entourage of the Night Court seethed in silence, waiting for a single nod from their High Lord to allow them to tear this nothing-man into pieces.

A single claw slid from his knuckles, and the world became muffled to y/n, she wasn't focusing on anything or anyone other than him, the one making a clear threat toward her brother and his mate, her sister by law. There was nothing more sacred. Then she fell back into the room just as Tamlin smirked and angled his head at Rhys, "When you fuck her, have you ever noticed that little noise she makes right before she climaxes?"

Heat stained Feyre's cheeks at the question, one that sought to discount everything that she was. Beron beamed, and Eris monitored the situation carefully from his seat, but then-

Silence. A gentle kiss of breeze.

Azriel glanced to his right, expecting to see y/n sat there with hate-filled eyes, but she was gone. A wet gurgling pulled his attention, he followed the noise and his eyes widened with delight.

Y/N had winnowed right into Tamlin's lap, her elongated talons piercing the skin of his neck causing blood to trail downward and pool at the collar of his tunic. Her other hand was furled into his hair, tugging his head back roughly so that his eyes met hers. One wrong move and Tamlin was done, and he knew it, the terror clear in his panicked eyes.

"If you ever speak of my sister-in-law, or any female, in such a manner again," she spoke lowly, dangerously, like poison on the tip of a blade, "It will be the last time you speak. Am I clear?" Her talons dug in deeper, the blood staining the rings littering her fingers.

Tamlin nodded shakily, gasping for air, and y/n only smirked down at him before retracting her talons from his flesh and bringing her index finger up to her lips, painting the bottom with his blood and humming, "For a male who acts so mighty, your fear tastes delicious," she ground down on his lap and called to her companions, "I think we have seen enough, don't you?"

Huffing, Rowan rose to his feet followed by Aelin, and the pair rounded the pool, Rowan extending a hand to y/n on the way and not even flinching when her bloodied fingers used him as leverage to slide from Tamlin's thighs. "Pathetic," he spat, bewildered at how their help had been wished for when they couldn't even play nice with one another. They all needed some lessons on how to get things done.

The trio sauntered from the chamber, but stopped in place when Thesan rose to his feet and called out to them, understanding that their aid meant the difference between peace or annihilation, "Please, wait." Thesan took three steps toward the trio whose combined power rippling around them was enough to make them see stars, "Stay the night at least, allow us to prove to you that we are worthy of saving."

Without looking back like Aelin and Rowan had, y/n nodded stiffly and only once before she rounded the doors, disappearing into the palace to presumably be shown to her rooms for the evening.

And, after a fair few snarky comments and displays of power, the meeting concluded, and Rhys was the first one rising from his seat and rounding the opened doors, following that mesmerising mountainous scent all the way through palace until he met a pair of tall golden doors that were littered with engravings of clouds and stars.

The rest of the Inner Circle eventually caught up with him, panting, and Cassian especially cursing the day Rhys was born for making him rush so much. Before Rhys could even raise a fist to the door, to reunite with his sister in the way that he had dreamed of for 500 years, it opened for him, and he found Aelin lazily draped against the frame looking to him with an arched brow; she peered behind him at the rest of his family and smiled, "Come on in."

Aelin stepped aside and ushered the group into the lavish suite they had been gifted, Thesan had really pulled out all of the wonders to make their stay as comfortable as possible. Soft white walls encircled the room that was adorned with pillars of solid gold and intricate artworks that littered the ceilings, wide open arches gave way to skies caressed with oncoming darkness, and in the centre was a seating area that rivalled that of the River House, long deep rooted chairs and frilled pillows, a square glass table at the centre and a fire raging on against the wall.

Upon one of the many seats, the Inner Circle found Rowan, feet propped up on the glass and head craned to meet them, "She'll be out in a minute," he drawled, "She's getting used to how large her bed is."

"I was washing the blood off my hands, thank you very much," y/n waltzed in from the open door on the left, wiping her cleared palms against the deep blue skirt of her dress, "You make me sound like such a princess."

Rowan rolled his eyes and dipped his head backward, pinching the bridge of his nose and sighing, like her testing his patience was a common occurrence, "I would like to remind you that you were one. For 500 years. And I've known you for half of that time."

Y/N straightened and shrugged, "Fair enough," she turned on the balls of her bare feet to face Rhys and angled her head to the side, waving her gaze from his feet to his crown, "Who would have ever thought that we'd end up like this?"

A High Lord and Queen.

Rhys' smile widened as he beheld her, as they all did actually, the dark monster vanquished into a sea of light leaving behind something airy and fresh, "Certainly not me. I didn't think I'd ever see you again."

Her smile faltered, "Me neither," she took a step toward him, "You gave me quite a scare you know, with that message."

Rhys matched her step, "That was never my intention."

"I know," she loosened her shoulders, "We'll help, even if the other High Lords of this land don't know the meaning of decorum."

Adoration flashed in his eyes, "Thank you, for what you did in there for Feyre. It was-"

"Terrifying?" Y/N moved like the wind, approaching her brother and taking his hands in hers, "I'll do anything to protect family."

And the Inner Circle knew that the protection she spoke of also extended to them, to the found family Rhys had formed in her void.

Snapping back into reality, Rhys placed a tender kiss on her brow and then angled his body to allow his family a chance to really see her, "Y/N," he began, tugging her to the jumbled line his circle had formed, "You know Feyre, my High Lady and mate, and this her sister, Nesta," the pair smiled warmly at one another whilst Nesta watched on, unphased, "This is Amren, my second in command. Cassian, the general of my armies. Mor, your cousin," Mor beamed at the sentiment, she was astounded to be related to someone so incredibly powerful and beautiful, "And then this is-"

"Azriel," the Shadowsinger interrupted, taking a single step forward causing y/n to crane her neck to get a better look at him.

Tendrils of darkness poked over his shoulders and combed through her hair, placing delicate kisses against her cheeks whilst she drank him in. Azriel was beautiful, dark hair and brooding hazel orbs, tattoos that crept up his arms and peered out of the collar of his second skin, a perfectly sloped nose and full lips, and a jaw so sharp she felt as though if she reached out to touch it then her fingers would return to her sliced.

"Azriel," the faint whisper sounded like a sonnet to his ears, and her offered a small smile, and she returned it instantly, unable to tear her eyes away from his until Cassian cut through the moment.

"Hate to break up whatever this is," he spoke with a wink in Azriel's direction who contained his growl to silence, "But we have to know everything about you. It's not every day that your best friend forgets to tell you that he has a sister in another world."

Shaking her head with a slight blush creeping up her cheeks, y/n motioned to the seating area, moving from Azriel and leaving his shadows pining after her to find a space in the centre of one of the four plush benches, "Sit. I'll tell you everything you want to know."

Azriel moved first, wasting no time in taking the seat to her left whilst Rhys took the space to her right, the rest of the inner circle filled the other vacancies, Cassian puffing out his chest when he fell beside Rowan, the latter of who just grinned at the action, and Nesta partly cowering away from Aelin who watched her with a raised brow.

"How old are you?" Mor asked with a voice of wonder, she should have been angry at Rhys the moment she found out that she had another cousin that had been hidden from her, but for some reason she wasn't.

Y/N glanced to Rhys, "I'm 508, give or take a couple of years."

"So you were banished when you were a baby?"

"Yes. I hadn't even reached my second year, " y/n smiled sadly, "The Sidra flooded the city when I was born, our father said that an uncontrollable storm raged on for two weeks afterward. It was clear that I had a power that couldn't be tamed here, so I was sent to my mother in Doranelle, and she raised me."

"I remember that storm," Mor spoke faintly, brow furrowed as she recounted the night when the lightening cracked over the Court of Nightmares, causing the entire city to seek refuge indoors for four whole days and nights, "I didn't realise that it was you."

"Yes, well," y/n trailed, "It's not everyday a High Lord fucks a Valg queen but here we are."

Feyre suppressed a chuckle at y/n's tone, one that was light and attempting to find the silver lining of it all.

Rhys lay a sturdy hand on her knee and pulled her attention to him, unspoken words of an eon drifted between them, "If it's any consolation, I think that father sent you away because he knew that you were meant to be more than a High Lord's trophy wife. Males would wage wars to control a power like yours."

Feyre spoke next, asking, "What is it that you can do?"

Laying her palm open toward the ceiling, the room watched intently as blue sparks of lightening coursed over her fingertips and curled around her wrists, "I can mostly control the weather, storms to be exact, and water also answers my call."

"Tell them the truth, y/n," Aelin teased, "Stop trying to lessen your worth," she told y/n sternly, holding her gaze and sighing when she didn't elaborate, "She decimated an entire army with that power to save me, and the entire world. It nearly killed her. Erilea owes her a great debt. That's why she is queen, not because of her birth right, but because she sacrificed herself to make the world a better place."

"So, you control storms, huh?" Cassian cut through the pause, threading his fingers behind his head and leaning back into the seat, his face a mixture of impress and challenge.

Y/N raised a goblet to her lips, causing Azriel to wonder where exactly she had gotten it from, and drank slowly, "There's a reason that storms are named after women."

"Can you fight?" Mor asked, eager to know if she could train with her cousin, wanting to spend as much time with her as possible with the time they had together.

Rowan huffed and then frowned when Aelin dug her elbow into his ribs, but it didn't hurt him, not one bit. "You can thank me for that."

"He trained you?" Cassian asked with disbelief, his shoulders squaring and eyes narrowing at the white haired fae prince.

"I can show you if you'd like?" Y/N smirked through her lashes, eyes swimming with unmatched mischief as Cassian turned to her and grinned, thinking it would be an easy win for him. "If you're up to the challenge?"

"I would be honoured to show you how us Illyrians fight. Maybe you'll learn a thing or two." Cassian wriggled his brows at y/n but he failed to notice the glance she sent to Rowan who was rolling his eyes in her direction, and something told Azriel that Cassian would be eating those words once the morning came to pass.

Author's Note

Part 2 is here my lovelies!

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san8ny · 2 months ago

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robber ellie falling in love with victim reader😭

Something.

?: tried experimenting with angst / Older!Divorced!Reader x Younger!Robber!Ellie / Bi!Reader

“and you decided on here of all places?” You ask for what seems like the hundredth time, cleaver in your hold waving in the air all too closely for Ellie’s liking.

“Fuck— yes, lady, like I said, I just get paid to do this shit.” She groans, struggling against the ropes you had her embraced in, “What kind of knots even are these?..”

“Now, i’ve never really had to use this up until now..”

She feels her eyes widen, color draining from her face at the implication, “Woah! H-hey, you wouldn’t need to. We can find a compromise—

“You tried stealing my father’s urn.

Ellie’s winces at the weight of your words, her soiled plan gone to waste, “I thought it was a regular vase.. but— but with that being said, I didn’t succeed so you don’t need to be so brutal! Eh?‘Whaddya say?”

You stare at her for a rather long time before taking the knife and inching it towards her,

Ellie’s entire body tenses up, teeth clenching and her eyes shutting to prep for her seemingly inevitable demise—

Instead, you lightly poke her chest with the knife experimentally, “You’ve got like, no boobs.”

“WHAT THE FUCK? O-oh my god, you’re a pervert..”

“You’re in my house.”

“THAT DOESN’T JUSTIFY IT!”

“Back on topic! Why my place?”

“Needed the cash, how else?” She spits, gaze still never meeting yours fully

“That bad?”

“Wouldn’t be robbing people if I didn’t, would I?” She snaps aggressively, though it was expected

“You know, you should be nicer to me.” You say, reaching over back for your knife threateningly. She seems to quiet down at that, relaxing her shoulders as she obediently nods,

“I think i’d rather you just call the police at this poin, lady..” Ellie whispers, not having the willpower to deal with your manical interrogations, “My dad is sick, alright? He’s on the verge of dying, and I need that money for his treatment. Content now?”

After a brief pause, you speak up,

“Tell you what, you give me proof of this.. and I might be graceful enough to do something for you.” You thumb her bangs, separating each strand to reveal the glistening beads of sweat that pool at her auburn hairline.

“Huh, why?” Her head raises at your all-too gracious proposal, what exactly were you playing at? Pay the person trying to rob you? It’s laughable.

“Well..” you tilt your head, “You’re interesting”

Eventually, you do let her go, informing her of an easier way out than she came in. However, a deep pit in her stomach tells her she’d had been safer with cops than with whatever you were.

The following week, she’s being put to absolute work once she’d validated her father’s bills with you— from scrubbing floors to literally helping you wash your hair in that stupidly huge bathtub you have— she wants to hate you. no, she does! She hates you with every fiber in her. So, why does she feel so strongly opposed to seeing you interact with your husband everytime he’s back from his job? Maybe she hates him too? Yeah, that must be! Ellie hates everything to do with you by proxy, including your husband.

“Have you ever considered marriage, Eleanor?” You ask out of the blue, politely cutting your steak as you two sit across from each other at the dinner table, your husband not being present, per usual, not like he ever is. “My name is Ellie, not..whatever that is.”

You grin at her response, “Aren’t you too old to be going by a nickname though? Especially one as infantile as Ellie? It sounds like a pet-name if i’m being honest.”

She feels a vein threatening to pop as she points her fork at you, “Well, it’s my name so either call me it or not.”

There it is. The way you stare at her even when she’s slightly out of line. It’s a mixture of both amusement and surprise. Like she was some sort of entertainment for you.

“Ellie it is.” You softly say, smiling as you chew your food.

She hates the way it rolls off your tongue smoothly, no sign of condescension in it despite your previous words.

She hates how she feels something else stirring other than supposed hatred.

The other time she’s noticed this odd-feeling of hers rear it’s ugly head, was when you two had visited a bath-house, you stripping with ease as you walk the small steps they have before relaxing into the steamy water. Ellie stands there awkwardly, watching as you let your hair-bun down, all stress exiting your body once the sensations of the water settle around you.

“Well, aren’t you joining me, Ellie?”

She bites her bottom lip in an anxious fashion, almost fighting herself whether or not she’d let herself get that close to you. Regardless, one overpowers the other so she, like you, quickly sheds her clothing, stepping into the pool experimentally, however, she maintains a moderate space inbetween you two, careful not to ever let her body even touch a bristle of hair on yours.

Facing across from you, she studies the way your eyes are closed, soft crows feet at the corners— you were only 31 as she learnt, and already seemed so tired of the life you lived, having to run an entire estate while your— fuck, she couldn’t even recall his name— husband, ran business elsewhere. Ellie saw and took care of you more than she’d ever seen him done. I mean, what did you even see in him— ..what is she saying?

At the realization, she turns her gaze away from your face, eyes instead busying themselves with the small ripples the water makes.

“You never answered my answer.”

She doesn’t seem to want to avert her gaze from the water just yet, but speaks, “I don’t answer alot of the questions you ask if you haven’t noticed.”

“So will you answer one if I ask now?”

“Why should I?” She scoffs at your bluntness, if she didn’t want to answer a question, it’s not like you’d force it out of her.

“I see.” You say, before standing up to dry yourself off with a towel. At this, Ellie seems alarmed. What happened? Why’d you leave so suddenly? Why— why does she seem to care recently more than she’d like?

A reasonable amount of time had passed since the bathhouse, and you seemed to forget about it reasonably quicker. Almost immediately, actually. Currently, you were hauled up in your study while Ellie sweeped the hallway flooring. Upon arrival to your door, she’s met with a quick ‘I’d like to be alone, thank you!’ She rolls her eyes, knocking again. When ignored again, she opts for a 3rd time, before you open the door in irritation, “What— Oh, it’s you, Ellie! Hello!”

“Yes, yes, it’s me, can I come in? I have to tidy up this room before I can clock it for the night.” She says briefly, attempting to enter the room before you block her way with a nervous smile, “I don’t think this room is obligatory, you can just skip it and leave.”

“Uh, no, I’d like to it now rather than have it pile up tomorrow.”

“That’s really not necessary, I mean it, i’ll clean it even.” You try one last time of persuasion. However, this earns you a blank state and an occasional eye-twitch.

Sighing, you step to the side, “If you insist..”

Ellie looks around as you return to your desk, massaging your temples as you seem focused on a slight-stack of documents. I mean, she hadn’t seen you this stressed since the time you were told the oak-tree in the grand-garden had to be cut down because the neighbors were complaining about it obstructing sunlight to their meek vegtable plants. You went though with it, with the help of Ellie’s shoulder and a couple of shirts she had to run through each time you soaked them with your tears.

“I thought you said you had an accountant for taxing?” she asks, dusting the bookshelves, “I do,” You say, biting the cap of your pen as you twirl yourself in the swivel-chair, “these are divorce papers.”

It’s almost like time itself stops when those words dawn on Ellie. You’re..divorcing whatshisname? It’s like a fever dream. Almost surreal. Sure, you two never seemed all that in-love but you had your moments like when you’d kiss his cheek before he departs for whatever country he had shit to do in, I mean, that’s..romantic, right?

“12 years i’ll never get back down the drain. This, is why I ask you if you’d ever marry. Could you ever dedicate your life to another for it to be wasted like this?” You snap your fingers to signify time, bitterly laughing at Ellie’s solemn expression, “Don’t look at me like that, I liked you better than the others because we mutually agreed not to pity eachother.”

There it is, that feeling she faces when these moments spring up on her.

It’s not pity, it’s more like understanding where you’re coming from— but that’d be sympathy. Ellie doesn’t feel quite sympathetic about it, I mean, rich people don’t exactly feel that anyways but, she wants you to be the exception. You’re not like whatever the bunch are. You don’t frequent country clubs and you don’t go seeking elaborate affairs to spice your life. You’re an unsatisfied woman.

“I was young, you know? When my family heard of the marriage, they immediately called me mentally unwell— his family? Even worse. Guess what they immediately came to as reasoning? Witchcraft. It’s comical, isn’t? Me using spells to make a man of all things want me. If I did that, i’d be with Christian Bale, I tell ‘ya! I should’ve taken my signs then when he wouldn’t defend me, but I chalked it up to his fear of confrontation. ” You share, sipping your tea, “Older Men do nothing but leech off your youth. Don’t be like me, Ellie.”

“I won’t.” She finally says, though her throat tightens up, making her voice extra quivery rather than the assertion she was going for.

“Oh dear, don’t tell me my cautionary tale scared you?”

“No! No! It didn’t. I was just wondering, does your rule .. also apply to women?”

A brow is raised in response to the question, “I’d say so, though it’s a more common practice among that accursed other gender.” You kid, smiling. Ellie’s lips slightly pull into their own smile, her worrying expression now relaxing when she thinks you hadn’t caught onto her words yet.

“Do you like older women?”

At that question, Ellie feels the embarrassment return double the amount, slightly ruffling her short hair as she feels the hotness reach her cheeks, “I’m indifferent.”

Ah.

You look out the window before looking at your ring, “I don’t suppose your answer is supposed to imply dual-affection?”

She sighs, continuing to sweep, “I only like women, miss.”

…

“I suppose a women as a lover would be nice.”

Ellie’s heart races at this, is..this an opening? What exactly were you trying to do by saying this?

“Have you ever been with one, Ellie?” You tease lightly

Oh, how she wished the ground would swallow her whole.

After a brief pausing to catch both her breath and recollection of thoughts “..No, ma’am.”

“Want me to be your first?”

How this turnt into many illustrious nights with Ellie warming your the bed had become something both of you couldn’t come with an answer for other transactional sex.

How scandalous would this be if it got out? A well known older, recent divorcee seeking comfort in the arms of her 20 something year old house-hand. It would only intensify rumors, not that you ever cared, but..

“I won’t let you ruin yourself.” You softly whisper, sweeping a light tucking of hair behind her ear, “You’re too sweet for your own good, Ellie..”

That night, while Ellie slumbers, you pull together her seemingly last paycheck, wads of cash together into an envelope that could easily total above 20,000 as you place them near her pillow.

When she does awake, she’s brought to the empty idea of you, slot next to her feeling cold and empty. Where did you go?

Instead of a verbal answer, she’s given one in the form of payment and a brief letter:

‘Will be enough for your father’s bill. Collect your stuff at once and leave.’

Even when she does leave— she says nothing, catching a glimpse of you sat on the stump of the old oak-tree in what seems to be deep thought.

As per usual, Ellie’s last to saying everything

“Anyone could have seen she wasn’t in the right of mind.” The elderly ladies exchange amongst themselves, “I just didn’t expect it to be in such bad taste. Nobody is going to buy that home.’

Ellie’s fingertips brush against the ‘SELLING HOME’ sign they’ve posted up, the other 20 she’s ran off with clearly not stopping the process of this house being sold.

How long has it been since you left her behind again?

#the last of us #tlou #tlou2 #ellie williams #wlw #tlou angst #the last of us 2 fanfic #ellie williams x reader #the last of us 2 #tlou 2

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porcelana-r0ta · 4 months ago

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JOYRIDE

Fandoms: Batman, Danny Phantom

Relationship: Dan Phantom/Jason Todd

Word Count: 3,823

Ao3 Link: Available only to registered users

Summary:

Dan doesn't want to join his Habitudes group for their dumb community service project, which is why he lets two idiot goons kidnap him off the streets. When said goons turn out to work for The Joker, Dan decides to do something about him, maniac to maniac.

Or: The Joker tries to live stream a ransom, but ends up live streaming his own execution.

xxXxx

When Dan Nightingale is grabbed off the streets of Gotham, he makes a half-hearted struggle, just so he can seem human. The kiddie hero business and the indiscriminate genocidal tendencies no longer call to him like they used to, and while he’s still an impatient person who is intolerant of disruptive bullshit, he needs a little excitement in his life.

Plus, he wants an excuse to get out of his Habitudes community service project. His pretentious trust fund baby groupmates chose to volunteer at some fucking coffee shop instead of something normal, like a hospital or an animal shelter. (Dan didn’t even know a coffee shop was an option, but anything goes for wealthy elites who want to roleplay as an impoverished barista, apparently.) Well, Jay Peters wasn’t so bad, and he was just as irritated as Dan was about the others’ choice. Plus, the chill that settles into Dan’s unused lungs when the other student is around shows that he’s at least Death-touched like him, even if they’ve never acknowledged that to each other.

So, yeah. He lets himself be kidnapped by two goons, even if he could easily break free and make their insides their outsides. It could be interesting! Enrichment in his pandimensional parole! Everyone’s got to have fun sometimes! It’s like a little joyride, as a treat! But he isn’t the one committing the crime! How quaint!

Dan is a very polite captive. He lets himself be pulled into a creeper van with minimal resistance. He lets the goons zip tie his hands. He lets them put a black bag over his head, even though it smells of weed. He doesn’t count the number of turns they take, nor does he try to talk them into letting him go. In fact, he doesn’t say anything. When they eventually park, he allows the men to pull him out of the creeper van and into some building—likely a warehouse, judging by the echo of their footsteps on the floor. And finally, he lets the goons cut off the zip ties around his wrists and then tie them to the metal arms of a chair.

He’s a great captive. And he’s so going to be excused from that stupid Habitudes community service project!

He’s content to sit and wait. The Bats of Gotham City usually have a good response time for villain bullshit, and if they don’t, then it’s not like any Fear gas or sex pollen will affect him. Dan’s not really human anymore, even if he is capable of looking so.

Dan does not have to wait long. The footsteps increase and then stop altogether, and then a cackle fills the air. “Camera man ready? Mics? Charges?” The voice is familiar, yet grating. Where has he heard it before? In his past future, maybe?

“Yes, sir,” comes the reply from several different people.

A pleased cackle, “Then let’s get started!”

“We are live in three… two…”

At the silent one, the cackle echoes through the room once again. “Hello, ladies and gentlemen of Gotham City and beyond! I’m your favorite Joker, LIVE! With one of your favorite Wayne children!”

Dan, who has been relatively chill this whole time, tenses. The Joker. That’s why he recognizes that cackle and voice. He had killed the clown before in his original timeline. Ugh, clowns. He fucking hates clowns. Hates their stupid pale makeup and their stupid dumb wigs and their exaggerated eyes and he fucking hates how they make him feel like he’s not in control.

And what was that about a Wayne?

Dan doesn’t think killing someone like The Joker in his original timeline should be held against him. Honestly, the guy is a megalomaniacal terrorist who abuses the guise of mental illness to get away with crimes against humanity. Dan had at least owned up to his own sanity, and never tried to hide from the law or anything like that. He just kind of… killed the law.

….ACAB?

A hand suddenly grips at the bag on his head, grabbing hair with fabric. “That’s right, folks! Here’s Gotham’s beloved Dick Grayson!” The bag is yanked off his head, revealing Dan in all his scowling glory. And Dan is a lot of things, but an exact Dick Grayson copy he is not, so while the goons may have mistaken him as Grayson, The Joker does not.

He pauses, studying Dan’s face. Dan raises a mocking eyebrow, then looks around the warehouse.

It’s empty and dimly lit, but it’s not a problem for his superior vision. The metal walls are an ugly beige and the floor is a gray cement, its color only broken by mysterious brown stains, and now the discarded black bag. Dan is up against a wall, surrounded by filming equipment. The camera in question is just a fucking iPhone 12 attached to a ring light. There’s one goon behind the camera, moderating the live stream. There is another goon holding a boom mic above Dan and The Joker, and there are four others behind the camera. All of the goons who are not handling equipment are holding toy musket guns. It is probably safe to assume that there are similarly armed goons guarding the doors that Dan cannot see from his position tied to a chair. Likely two goons per exit. In a warehouse of this size, there have to be at least six more goons that Dan isn’t seeing.

The Joker grits his teeth. “Who brought the Grayson kid here.” It’s not a question so much as it is a demand.

“We did, boss,” two goons pipe up proudly from behind the camera.

“Why don’t you two come up on camera so I can congratulate you for good work?” The Joker grins beseechingly.

One of the two goons, the blond, shuffles nervously at this, whereas the other puffs out his chest. So only one has any brain cells.

The prideful one grabs his comrade by the arm and drags him up to the camera with Dan and The Joker. They stand in front of Dan, blocking him from the camera’s view.

“I always reward good work, you see,” he says to his henchmen. “Now, you think this is good work?”

“Yes, sir,” says Pride, while Blond frowns.

“Take a good look at his face.” The villain gestures angrily to Dan’s unimpressed face. “What do you see?”

“Dick Grayson, sir,”

Blond shuffles, “He looks like he isn’t scared.”

“No! Wrong! This isn’t Dick Grayson! This– This is some—” The Joker takes another glance at Dan, noting the black Gotham U hoodie that hides his muscles. “This is some fucking college twink!”

“Twink?” Dan mutters to himself, disgruntled. Sure, the hoodie is baggy and he’s seated instead of standing, but do those two things add up to him looking like a twink?

The color has drained out of even Pride’s face at The Joker’s words. “Sir, please—”

But The Joker is already pulling out a comically large toy gun that probably has real bullets, and Dan sighs. It would probably be bad for his parole if he let a bunch of humans die in front of him.

He phases out of the ropes binding him, safe from view with the two idiots in front of him. Then, he kicks The Joker down to the floor, sending the toy gun scattering across the cement floor of the warehouse. He stands and knocks Pride and Blond’s heads together, knocking them out as The Joker screeches with rage.

The goons behind the camera aim their guns, but Dan is already moving behind the camera. He snags the guns out of their hands, snapping them in half with strength he doesn’t even have to think about. He moves so fast that at first they don’t even realize what’s happened. By the time they connect their missing firearms to the broken bits of metal on the floor, Dan has already clobbered them over the head, knocking them unconscious.

He takes out the cameraman, too, and the goon holding the boom mic. Then, in mere seconds, he takes out all the goons at each exit, and he’s back at the filming station by the time The Joker has staggered to his feet. His original estimate had been off by two—there were eight other goons in total.

Dan checks the iPhone—still live streaming. On TikTok, of all the goddamn apps. The comments are going wild on what’s going on: where’s the college student, how did he kick The Joker like that, do you guys think that those two goons have brain damage now, what was that metal scraping sound, where is The Joker?

“Hey, brat!” snarls The Joker, clutching at his ribs. “That was not part of the script.”

Dan hates clowns, and he especially hates The Joker. Sure, Dan wiped out nearly all of humanity. Who doesn’t have a bad decade of villainous activity? But he did it quickly, and he didn’t do it under the guise of insanity. He owned up to it. And if Dan’s being honest, he’s… disgusted by it all now, even if it hurts himself to admit.

If Dan isn’t human, then neither is The Joker.

Still off camera, Dan moves so fast he basically teleports in front of The Joker. The other man stumbles back, but Dan reaches out and grabs him by the throat. He chokes and claws at Dan, but Dan isn’t human anymore, and so his nails catch on nothing but the cloth of his hoodie. He doesn’t even feel it.

He drags The Joker to the chair in front of the still live camera and shoves him into it. While he recovers from being choked, gasping and shuddering and so fucking human , Dan forces his hands behind him and uses the ropes he’d phased out of to tie The Joker up. When he ties the last knot, Dan stands tall, staring into the camera.

“Hello, friends and family,” he greets the audience. He gives a small smile, and he makes sure that he is perfectly, utterly human with normal blue eyes and normal black hair and normal human skin. “As you can see, things have turned around for The Joker here. Now, I’m sure his original intent was to ransom out the Wayne kid, and it would be a shame to see that hard work and planning go to waste on a mistake, wouldn’t it? So why don’t we hold a… reverse ransom? Only, I don’t need funds. I’ll accept donations. My venmo is vladsucks03. My cashapp is dannight07.”

Dan’s smile grows into a wide grin. “Feel free to donate if you like. But even not a single person donates, The Joker dies today.”

The Joker spits out a gasping laugh, “Ha! You think you can kill me? I gotta admit, that’s a good joke. But Batman—”

“Batman what?” Dan asks, stepping off camera to grab the black bag on the floor. He shoves it halfway into his pocket. He walks to The Joker’s toy gun, the only one he hadn’t broken, and he picks it up.

“Batman is already on his way here,” The Joker says. “He always is by this point.”

“And Batman will save you?” Dan snorts. He moves to check the live stream, comments coming in so fast that the only reason he can read them is because he’s not human anymore.

Is this for real

fuck yeah kill that guy

💥🔫🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

extremely common gotham uni W

im donating 50$ rn

Can we vote on how joker dies

Lol does he fr think that batman would help him

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Does anyone else find this incredibly attractive or is it just me 😳

guys my joker/batman fic update is gonna slap after this

Joker’s cooked

bro is about to have ao3 level donations

Hey what’s his cashapp again

Omg i think that guy is in my bio class

I’ll donate when hes acc dead

doin god's work 🥹👍

If bro doesnt do it he’s cooked

This guy is gonna have infinite rizz if he pulls this off

The Joker scoffs, “Of course he will. He’s done it before.”

Dan yanks his gaze from the comments to The Joker’s face, “What?”

The Joker nods his head up arrogantly. “Batsy can’t live without me. He saved me after fickle-ickle Nightwing killed me.”

“Huh.” Dan blinks consideringly, switching his gaze back to the comments. They’re all freaking out about this new information. He steps back into the camera frame, pulling the hammer back on the toy gun. “Then I’ll just have to make sure it sticks.”

He points the gun at The Joker’s face and fires. As expected, rainbow confetti is the only thing that flies out, dusting over The Joker in celebration of what is to come.

The Joker laughs.

“Cute,” says Dan. He walks around The Joker to stand behind him, directly in front of the camera. He removes the black bag from his pocket and puts it over The Joker’s face.

He shoves the muzzle of the gun into the back of The Joker’s skull. Pulling back the hammer, he asks, “Any last words?”

He pulls the trigger before The Joker can say anything. It’s funny. As expected, the second gunshot is a real bullet. The Joker’s head and body jerks forward. Blood splatters on Dan’s face, but it’s mostly on the floor and the unconscious Blond and Pride and on The Joker himself.

For a moment, Dan can only stare. The Joker’s body is crumbled in on itself, held up only by the bindings on his arms to a chair nailed to the ground.

He feels big. He feels good.

He feels… dirty.

He clears his throat. He drops the gun. He lifts up the soaking black bag up just enough to check for a pulse. After thirty seconds of nothing, he says, “Well, that’s the end of The Joker.”

He looks up, staring into the camera lens, and he chuckles. “I missed my community service project because of this bozo. You guys think my professor will accept this as community service?”

You guys think this will affect my ghost parole? he doesn’t ask.

He bends down to check the pockets of Blond. He finds his phone and uses Blond’s thumbprint to bypass the password. His stomach curdles at the home screen—a picture of Blond and a little girl with his eyes and his nose. His eyes burn and he calls 911, trying not to blink.

“911 dispatch. What is your emergency?”

“Yeah, uh, I killed The Joker. But he kidnapped me first, so. Turnabout.”

“You— sorry, you what?”

“I killed The Joker. He’s dead. I checked his pulse and everything.”

“O-oh.” The woman on dispatch sounds strangled. There are muffled sounds, frantic, that the receiver only barely picks up. Dan wonders what she’s doing, Asking for verification? Trying to triangulate his location? Celebrating the fucking good news? “Do you know where you are, sir?”

“Some warehouse, I guess. Probably at the docks. Do you want me to check?”

“No, sir, please stay where you are if there are no immediate threats.”

“Got it.” He clicks his tongue.

“Can you tell me your name, sir? Are you injured somewhere?”

“I’m Dan. Uh, Dan Nightingale. I guess he thought I was the Grayson kid. Um. Dick Grayson, I mean. And no, I’m fine. His henchmen are injured and unconscious, though.”

“Right. Okay. Hi, Dan. I’m Claire. First responders and patrol units are on their way to your location now.”

“Well, that’s good, I guess.” He almost wants to ask if she thinks that he’ll end up in Arkham for this, but he’s pretty sure that there’s no jury on Earth that would convict him. Well, maybe not. He did ask for donations for murdering The Joker, after all. That might put a damper on his defense.

“Dan?” asks Claire.

“Yeah?”

“Is– is he really dead?”

Dan looks at the body and kicks a limp leg, avoiding looking at the gory black bag. Nothing. “Yep. As a doornail.” And he knows death intimately.

She breathes a shaky, staticky sigh into the receiver. “Thank you, Dan.”

He blinks, “Can you get fired for saying that?”

She laughs, “Honey, everyone not on break right now is listening to this. My boss just broke a bottle of tequila out from his desk.”

He barks out his own laugh. “Oh?”

“You’re about to be very popular, Dan.”

“Well, I—”

And seventeen minutes late to the party, the windows at the top of the warehouse shatter open. In cascades of broken glass and grappling cables, the Bats drop down to the floor.

“Away from the body,” commands Batman as soon as his feet hit the ground. His little birdies, Nightwing, Red Hood, Red Robin, and the newest Robin fall in line with him. Robin makes quick work of rounding up the unconscious goons and binding them.

Dan obligingly puts the hand that isn’t holding the phone up in the air, but before moving away from the camera’s view, he says, “Just a reminder guys, my venmo is vladsucks03 and my cashapp is dannight07. Please remember that I might need a lawyer soon.”

“Okay, funny guy,” Nightwing says, entering into frame and pulling Dan away by the shoulder while Red Robin shuts down the live stream.

“It was self-defense and defense of another. A whole population, if you will,” Dan says.

Red Hood snickers, “Only crime here was the kidnapping.”

“Dan, are you okay?”

“Bats are here, Claire,” Dan tells her. He watches Batman lift the black bag off The Joker’s face, revealing the viscera and gray matter beneath. He’s not smiling anymore. Dan hasn’t seen that kind of gore in years. He’s the cause of it once more and he doesn’t regret that. It feels invigorating. It feels devastating. “I guess I’ll hang up now. If The Joker is mysteriously alive after this, it’s because Batman couldn’t handle not being the hero.”

“Dan—” He hangs up as Batman’s shoulders go minutely tense at his words. The man stands fully, turning his head slightly to narrow his cowled eyes at Dan.

“Problem, sir?”

“You killed The Joker.”

“I saved myself and his two idiots.” He shrugs.

“You had him restrained.”

He rests an offended hand against his chest. “I was frightened that he would escape, sir, just as he escapes from the very place you put him every eight to ten months.” The Bat doesn’t want to be judge, jury, and executioner. Fine. Whatever, he gets it. Dan hadn’t wanted to be that, neither as hero nor villain. He’d wanted to save, he wanted to be saved, and then he wanted everyone to feel like he did. But he’s not so prideful now to know that he wouldn’t have stopped then, not unless someone handled the job permanently.

The Joker needed permanence.

The Bat can play fucking judge all he wants. But he’d be just as villainous if he tried enforcing his own moral code on other people.

“You asked for donations,” Red Robin says dryly. “You were basically putting a hit out on him.”

“My art in life textbook is $300. How much do you think a lawyer is going to cost?”

“Hn.”

“Stop giving the man a hard time for doing a public service, Batman.” Red Hood shoulder checked Nightwing away and held out a gloved hand for Dan to shake. He takes the other’s hand and firmly shakes it. The contact, while not to skin, gives Dan goosebumps and chills his lungs.

Jay?

“Let’s hope my Habitudes professor agrees with you.”

“She will. Everyone with three brain cells to rub together will.” The man cuts a glare at Batman.

Dan didn't say what pronouns his professor uses.

The rumble in Red Hood’s voice is enticing. He looks at the other man, really looks, and notices his broad shoulders, how tall he is (though Dan towers over him even disguised as a human), and his muscled arms. Arms that Dan’s pretty sure are normally hidden beneath a Gotham U hoodie, just like his own.

He smirks as sirens sound in the distance. “Let’s hope the cops agree with you.”

“They will,” Hood says. It sounds like a promise for something entirely different.

“Gag me,” Red Robin mutters.

Robin says, “For once I agree with you.”

Without looking away from Dan, Red Hood flips the two off, and yeah, maybe redemption can be more promising than he initially thought.

xxXxx

A week later, Dan finally goes back to his regular schedule. His ghost parole is intact—he’d even been thanked by some Gothamite ghosts, and Danny begrudgingly told him that there were ghosts who said they’d riot if Dan was given any punishment. As for the mortal side of things, Vlad Masters had graciously sent his team of attorneys to Dan’s aid. While Dan still hates him, he has no issue about using a free team of lawyers to defend him. He’s guaranteed to walk.

Jazz had called him. It made his core unsettled and stony. She wasn’t disappointed, and he doesn’t know how that makes him feel. He doesn’t regret it—The Joker would never change. But what does that say about him and his progress?

Jazz in general makes him uneasy now. She used to be his big sister, and now she’s younger than him, and he tried to kill her, and— she’s different from his Jazz, is all. But if she’d always known like she said, then his Jazz did, too, right? Could she still be his Jazz, a Jazz who got to grow up? Still be his sister? It would be stupid to hope so, right?

He feels bitter.

She said she’s considering Gotham University as her college of choice as she nears high school graduation. Apparently, their psych department is amazing.

So maybe hope isn’t so bad.

Dan sits down at his 10:00 am Habitudes class. Everyone already in the room stares at him. Before they can offer any congrats or thanks or swarm him, Jay sits down next to him.

Dan looks at Jay’s mostly black hair and his tuft of white at his front bangs. He’s wearing his usual Gotham U hoodie, a hoodie that likely hides muscled arms. A chill builds in his lungs like it did when speaking with Red Hood, like it has every other time he’s talked with Jay Peters.

…Hm. A hoodie that definitely hides muscled arms.

“Hey,” says Jay with a grin. “Crazy week, I hear?”

“You’re a Gothamite. I’m sure you’re aware of exactly how crazy it’s been.”

“You should tell me about it sometime.”

“Sure. After class? We can grab an early lunch. Make it a date, maybe.”

Jay smiles, cute and small. His eyes flash green—a baby Death-touched soul, still can’t control his spooky abilities, how adorable—and he says, “That sounds perfect.”

#dcxdp #dpxdc #dcxdp crossover #dpxdc crossover #fanfic #writing #dan phantom #the joker #one shot #complete

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r0se1111 · 2 months ago

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just found your page and you’re so talented! I love me some Stanford Pines.

I’m in the mood for some angst and fluff so how about reader getting courage to confess to Ford, but he rejects reader because he’s scared and reader tries to move on, and Ford ends up regretting rejecting reader and after much convincing, Dipper, Mabel, and Stan help ford win reader back with a grand gesture and they get together?

Thank you so much! S/o to the ppl who get the title reference :P

Too Sweet

Stanford Pines x Reader

You take a deep breath through your nose, feeling the cold air flow to the back of your mouth, down, down, down, until it settles in the warzone that is your fluttering stomach, bolstering your nerves into a full-fledged shaky-handed, sweaty-palmed fit.

The hot cup of coffee jostles in your grip as you stood before the door of the Mystery Shack. You fix an intense stare on it as if you could telepathically keep the warm liquid from spilling. This is it. You chew your bottom lip and climb the stairs to the front door. I'm gonna tell him.

You knock a few times before the door swung open, revealing a familiar brown mop of hair and niche handmade sweater.

"Y/N!" Mabel beams. You swore you saw a little rainbow arch above her head for a second with the amount of joy she put into your name. You smile back warmly.

"Hey kid. Would your Uncle Ford happen to be home?"

A whip of her head and a call of his name down the hall confirmed that the man of the hour was home and decidedly not currently occupied. Soon enough his oh so comfy looking sweater, crooked glasses, and friendly smile were in your view.

"Y/N! What brings you here?"

You give a quick sidelong glance to where Mabel was standing beside the doorframe, watching the two of you with bright eyes and a bitten back smile. As much as you love her, having an audience to what you were about to do wasn't exactly ideal. You take another steadying breath before thrusting the coffee forward.

"This is for you."

Ford blinks and amusement pulls his mouth into a close-lipped but genuine smile. He takes the cup from your hands, fingers brushing yours. His touch was so warm that when you withdrew your own hand, you glanced down to look at where your skin had met, convinced there must be some sort of mark signaling that electric shock he gave you.

"Thank you!" He pries off the lid to blow some of the heat away and smell the deep, earthy aroma. "I'm never one to complain about free coffee, but what's the occasion?"

"Well!" You start a lot louder than you meant to, slapping your palms down onto the sides of your thighs in a fit of nervous energy. Shit. Start over. "Well," You repeat in a quieter tone. "I wanted to see you and ask you if you would possibly be interested in. Well. In a date?"

You try to overlook the squeal you hear from Mabel as you watch Ford's expression. His face goes a little slack with shock, and he tilts his head in an achingly endearing manner in what looks like thoughtful confusion.

"With me!" You clarify. "A date with me."

"Oh."

You wince at the word, then watch in anticipation as Ford does that thing he always does when he feels stuck with a problem. Rolling around the idea in his head as he tries to look at it from every angle. His mouth opened and shut a few times, and every time he opened as if to reply your body tensed. Finally, he seemed to settle on his response.

"Y/N," He spoke in a gentle tone. "I'm really flattered, but I'm not one for relationships. And I-" He paused and his eyes flitted to the top of the doorframe as if he was searching for some script there, some guide to turning down half-assed attempts at confessing long-held feelings. "I value our friendship as it is too much to jeopardize ruining it because of my own...er... situation. Feelings." He clarified with some vague hand motions you'll definitely read too much into at a later time.

You reminded yourself to blink and bit out a polite chuckle, pressing your nails into the palms of your hands and nodding as you forced yourself to keep eye contact with him. "Right! Of course, I understand. I really value our friendship too so this is... this is good probably. Just us staying friends. Good friends."

You could feel the blood rising to color your cheeks, and the embarrassment of rejection arriving to clench at your heart. As Ford furrowed his brows and started to speak again, you abruptly interrupted, unwilling to endure any other placating excuse he could give you. "I should actually get going. Lots of errands to run. But you- you enjoy your coffee!" You wave and back down off the porch. "Bye Mabel!"

As you walk away you can't help the frown from decorating your face, and the weight of disappointment from weighing down your shoulders until they slumped forward. All the slow-kindled courage you had summoned to ask Ford out had escaped your body like helium from a sad balloon, descending to the ground at a meandering, melancholy pace. He has a point though. I'd rather have him as a friend than nothing at all.

Shaking your hair back from where it had dropped into your line of sight, you shove your shoulders back and initiate the grim process familiar to many a rejected lover, the dreaded moving on phase. I can do this. I can do this.

Back at the open front door of the Mystery Shack, Ford stands in gaping wonder at your disappearing form. You wanted to go on a date with him? A weird old man with six fingers and an obsession with fantasy-math-based board games?

"What the heck was that?" Mabel's borderline shriek of horror interrupted his brief bout of self-doubt.

"What... was what?"

"The girl of your dreams asks you on a date and you say no? How am I supposed to be the flower girl at your future wedding if you can't even say yes to one date!"

Ford stutters and stares at the girl before composing himself to reply. "Mabel, this is much more complicated than that. Y/N is a close friend of mine and someone I admire and care about greatly. I can't just go on a date with her. Not when so much could do wrong!"

"All I'm hearing are excuses getting in the way of true love! What could go so wrong?"

What couldn't go wrong, Ford considered the possibilities grimly. "Well, I could scare her off with my immense knowledge of interdimensional travel, or we could be on the date and get attacked by some half-man-half-car-half-horse for all I know, or she could want to hold hands and our hands would fit together weird and she'll realize she's much too good for me and deserves someone else-" He's cut off by the sad look on his niece's face.

"You know you're a good person, right Great Uncle Ford?"

"Um, well, yes. Yes I suppose I try to be."

"And don't you think good people deserve to be happy?"

"I suppose so."

"And go on dates with pretty ladies who are so totally into them?"

Ford smiled crookedly. "I think I know where this is going." Out of fear of the surprisingly stern look on Mabel's face, and out of love for his niece who he never wanted to cause unhappiness for, he sighed. "Yes, they do deserve that."

"Aha! So you admit that you deserve to give dating Y/N a shot?"

The man flusters. "Admitting that doesn't change the fact that I said no. Why would she give me the time of day now?"

The look on Mabel's face looks eerily similar to Stan when he's come up with a new way to scam tourists, a vaguely threatening sort of manically joyous ambition. "Because you've got me, my brother, and your brother to help you come up with the best apology-slash-confession ever!"

A few days into your abstention from thinking about Ford under the threat of tears and self-pity, you hear a knock on the door and open it to reveal none other than his twin brother, Stanley. He had his hands shoved into his pockets as he leans against your doorframe and stretches his leg across to kick at the other side in casual indifference. "Hey kid. You busy?"

"... no?"

"Well I need a favor done for me back at the Shack. Think you could help me out?"

You pause and take him in. Something about this seems fishy. "You want me to help? Don't you have Soos for that?"

"It's his day off."

"What about the kids?"

Stan shrugs and waves his hand dismissively. "The kids are bein' kids. They don't wanna help their poor old Grunkle out. Spoiled, really."

"What about-"

Stan crosses his arms and looks at you pointedly. "Look, I wouldn't have stopped by if I didn't need your help specifically for an undisclosed reason back at the Shack. You coming or not?"

Maybe it'll be good for me to do something. Get me out of my funk. You think. The devil on your shoulder whispers back, but what if you run into Ford? Frowning, you ponder for a bit as Stan drums his fingers on your door obnoxiously. You're a big girl. You can handle it!

You sigh and move past Stan to close the door behind you. "Alright. What's the damage?"

When you make it to the Mystery Shack everything looks pretty normal. You peek around at the generator and inside the gift shop as Stan leads you, searching for whatever he could possibly need your assistance for. Suddenly, two pairs of hands grab your own and tug you around excitedly.

"Y/N! Why don't we all walk into the kitchen together for a totally mundane and normal reason!" Dipper's voice cracks a bit and you narrow your eyes in suspicion. You look over to Mabel for clarification, but are only met with a giggle and the glimmer of the sparkly heart patches on her newest sweater as she ushers you forward.

"You Pines are up to something." You eye Stan, who simply holds his hands in front of him in an act of faux innocence which you might have believed if you didn't know the guy.

Your investigation of this new strange behavior which has gripped the Pines clan is cut short as you are pushed into the kitchen and abruptly stumble to a stop.

"Ford?" Any residual embarrassment you might have felt was overshadowed by the sight in front of you. Ford, standing in the middle of the kitchen holding a mug of hot coffee. In his other hand, he holds what looks to be a handmade poster proclaiming the words "I'm sorry" in glittery gel pen. Little cupids and swirly heart doodles frame the phrase, and you're charmed to notice that Mabel obviously helped make it.

"Y/N." He breathes your name out like he'd been punched in the gut. He stares at you for a beat before shaking himself out of whatever trance he'd been in. "I wanted to say I'm sorry. About the way I acted when you asked me on... a date the other day."

Ah. There's the embarrassment. You flush at his mention of your failed flirting. "Ford, it's really fine. You don't feel the same, you don't need to apologize for that." The words sting your throat a little, but you desperately want him to understand you'd forgive anything for him, just to be with him at all.

"No it's not fine." His voice starts to verge into the passionate tone he gets when explaining his newest discoveries. "I can tell I hurt you, and you don't deserve that. Also..." He clears his throat, suddenly looking a little shy. "I never said I didn't feel the same."

You swear your heart freezes in its quick motions within your chest. "Oh?" Your voice squeaks out as a near whisper.

Ford nods as he continues. "I do... feel the same. For you, that is." He clears his throat and sets the poster to the side before moving forward with his mug of coffee. "I was a fool to try to hide it. I was blinded by my own self-doubt, and worried about things I had no real way of knowing for sure. But I can see now that us being just friends isn't the best solution to my problem."

Holding out the mug, he smiles and your breath gets stuck in your throat. "I would love to go on that date with you, if the offer still stands."

You reach forward to grasp the mug with two hands, fingers overlapping Ford's on the warm ceramic. You hold them there for a moment, his confession enough to embolden you to savor the shimmering feeling of his skin under yours. Slowly, he works his fingers out from under yours, with purposeful and slow movements where he traces your hands and presses them closer to the mug, as if urging you towards the comforting heat.

Once his hands have retreated to gather together in front of his chest, you bring the mug to your lips and sip at the coffee. Of course it's perfect. Of course he knows exactly how I like it. You pull the drink up to your chest, basking in the warmth you feel not just from the drink itself bleeding through your top and into the skin over your heart, but also in the sincerity of the gesture, and the confession that had breached Ford's lips.

You nod and smile, a small, coy thing. "The offer still stands."

Ford visibly relaxes and you almost giggle at the fact that he'd felt just as nervous and tense as you. "Thank you-I mean- that's great! I know a wonderful cafe downtown where they make the best coffee. Of course, I am of the belief that my recipe is superior, but they are a close second. In fact..."

As you work on downing your own mug, you watch Ford in pure adoring pleasure. Your mirth and affection only grow as you see Stan, Dipper, and Mabel exchanging high-fives from the corner of your eye. Those sneaky Pines.

#stanford pines x reader #ford pines x reader #gravity falls stanford #stanford pines #ford pines #gravity falls

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erwinsvow · 3 months ago

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how dad's best friend rafe and reader met ♡

"do you need anything else, mister cameron?"

the soft-spoken words come from somewhere behind him—and said with such sincerity he's a little taken aback. rafe's been to a million and one of these—events and outings and even smaller, more intimate dinners at home like this one—but the wife of whichever business partner he's entertaining this time has never asked this specific question in this specific way.

you sound young, pretty. it's not surprising—half the men at his work are a walking, talking stereotype with a divorce under the belt and a young girl on their arm, and you must to belong to one of them.

he turns around getting ready to tell you he doesn't need anything, but when he's face to face the sentence seems to evaporate into thin air.

you're not one of them—the wives who plaster on a smile and make small-talk while keeping one eye on the clock. no, rafe is sure that you're not.

he was right about two things at least—you are young, and you are very pretty. you smile sweetly at him, eyes blinking in anticipation of his answer.

his own eyes flicker down, first to your left hand. a breath releases by itself, the relief of not finding a wedding ring or engagement band on your fingers completely evident. then they wander down a little—taking in the hem of your dress which dances above your knees. finally, back to your waiting eyes, a little concern dancing around them.

"mister cameron?" it snaps him out, and rafe clears his throat. his hand tightens around the glass of scotch he's been clutching onto, and any tighter will have it shattering.

"no, no, m'fine, thank you. and it's just rafe, actually. rafe is fine."

your polite smile deepens a little, eyes meeting his own and then looking away quickly. he doesn't need your words to tell him—body language and those pretty eyes are enough for a guy his age to decipher you completely.

you're a little flustered, maybe you weren't expecting his response. now that he thinks back a little, just over the last half-hour he's been here, he's seen you floating around, each time with a drink in your hand, off to deliver it to whichever coworker of his was an asshole enough to make you fetch a drink instead of getting it themselves.

it doesn't make much sense—you're here as a guest too, not a waitress, and you know names before introductions are made, and yet-

"i don't know if my dad would approve of that," you say with a laugh, a sweet, sincere laugh to match all of your other sweetness.

things start clicking—remember the name on the invitation for tonight and the coworker who always talking about his family and then it finally comes back—'my daughter's home from school, so you'll get to meet her.'

"yeah." it comes out quiet.

rafe clears his throat, suddenly feeling a little tight even though he was just fine a moment ago. he takes a sip of scotch while looking back at you, and this time he drags it out. starting from your cute heels to your matching dress, the long expanse of exposed skin in between them. how you play with your hands while talking to him, particularly fiddling with that left ring finger. it just makes him think he should get you something to put on there, something to play with instead of your soft skin.

"yeah, kid. wouldn't wanna make him upset, would we?" the question teeters on the edge of teasing. he doesn't want to be too upfront, doesn't want to make you uncomfortable.

what rafe's failed to recognize is the way your eyes have been glued to him since he walked through the door. how you had to go through a seemingly endless list of your dad's work-friends before you could make your way over to the one you wanted to talk to. and while he's taking in you, you're taking in all of him, staring up at a man who towers over you wondering what exactly is hiding underneath his suit jacket.

"i mean.. he doesn't have to know everything. right, rafe?"

"yeah, kid.." he falters, staring at your expression trying to understand what you're really thinking. you smile back at him brightly, taking a step closer. "right."

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #dbf rafe #sorry this is soooo short i need to go study i just wanted to get something down

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rottiens · 1 month ago

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✮ tags. . canon au, satoru x no sorceress reader, neighbor!satoru, pinning, sfw (except maybe at the end, but it's nothing explicit).

✮ notes. . just a silly lil thing I had on the wips, this was way before the manga ended only now I've been encouraged to finish it, I think, it goes along with how the manga ended (no spoilers!) and is just a glimpse maybe at satoru's canon personality (I miss him painfully). divider creds: cafekitsune.

✮ wc. 1.9K

It has always been written in Satoru's nature that he must protect others. Even before he was born, his destiny was marked by the six-eyed ancestor, and the person before him and then the one before that.

He has taken on the role of caretaker of others long before he could have the choice to decide if he wanted it. In his hands is the power to care for his students, his clan, and every sorcerer he knows and those he doesn't even know. The weight of responsibility this puts on him over time has faded, with years of experience Satoru has learned to take the weight off the stress that comes with his responsibility as the strongest and has decided to accept his fate, without much thought to the title that haunts him wherever he goes, he was not simply Satoru, he was the strongest, always.

When called he goes, when ordered he acts. He attends mission after mission, traveling from one city to another and gets to the apartment he bought near the center of the city to flop down on the softness of the expensive mattress, often too tired to take off his uniform, shoes or blindfold, he lets the darkness of the place, the nearby noise of the air conditioner and the light traffic of the street pamper him.

Now that he thinks about it, he doesn't remember the last time he took a vacation or, he can't be that greedy; he just doesn't remember the last day he had off where he could have gone to the sea, sunbathed and sunk his feet in the sand, unless this wasn't part of a mission one way or the other. And that's fine, although he doesn't like to see himself as it, he's just another tool of the system and the tools....

Bang, bang, bang!

Satoru lifts his head from the boiling coffee pot with the brown puddle inside it looking like a fountain, he leans further over the countertop paying attention to the sound that seems to be coming from his front door. Something hard, solid, seems to hit the wood, not a fist... it must be something else, he deduces at once.

The coffee pot goes silent and the aroma of fresh coffee beans escapes throughout his kitchen. Satoru lifts his back and walks barefoot towards the entrance, whoever was behind he couldn't sense it. It wasn't Shoko, obviously he could smell her cigarette from inside if it was, the person whoever it was... it didn't smell like anything, and Satoru was curious about it.

“Hello?” your voice is soft, sweet as candy, or at least that's how Satoru perceives it. And being a sugar addict, he can't help but take a step forward, deciding to finally open the door before your fist, or whatever else you're using to interrupt his quiet morning, knocks a third time.

“Hey.” Satoru stops a flirtatious smile that he disguises with a polite one. Friendly. Like the good neighbor he is.

Satoru could be living much closer to Jujutsu High, in the modern condo just a block away, ideal for always being on time. But where would be the fun in being early every day? Even though with just a snap of his fingers he could show up in the middle of the classroom whenever he wanted, he likes to use the distance as an excuse whenever someone asks him why he was late.

Actually, Satoru doesn't know anyone in the neighborhood. He always comes late at night and leaves at dawn, sometimes before the sun even rises; so he doesn't remember seeing you before. And if he ever did, as someone with no cursed energy, you would have gone totally unnoticed.

“Can I help you with something?” he asks, trying not to make his confusion sound abrupt, though his brows furrow a bit as he watches you curiously.

You are contemplated like a bug under a microscope, with your neighbor's glowing blue eyes you feel stalked, small even. His eyes catch all the light in the hallway, they seem to glow and his dilated pupils catch your attention causing that no matter how much you avoid him, you always end up returning to his gaze, not to mention how tall he is and how peculiar his white hair is, unlike him, you prefer not to stare.

He finds you interesting, he can't stop looking at you. The only other person he knew incapable of being able to feel was dead now. So you were something unique to him, something that arouses genuine interest in him.

“This.” A box, almost your size in your hands. On top, a yellow envelope. “It's yours, I received these packages a few weeks ago and I meant to return them to you earlier but whenever I stopped by you weren't home...”

His frown deepens for a second before replacing it with a relaxed expression. He finds the situation strange, taking into account that he is never home, he buys everything he needs in person, he rarely shops online so he doubts that someone has sent packages in his name, to his address.

Anyway, he decides to accept it when he sees your trembling fingers clutching the box. He takes it from your arms and you let out a grateful groan, whatever is inside is heavy.

“Thank you,” you say. Satoru catches you looking him up and down, he had barely gotten out of the shower after coming in from running a few miles.

His hair was dry, somewhat fluffy giving him a relaxed look, and dark gray sweatpants are hanging off his hips. He's wearing a white cotton t-shirt that still clings a bit to his skin from the heat of the bathroom.

“Do you want to come in for a cup of coffee?” the question leaves his lips almost automatically, and while his tone is nonchalant, Satoru waits curiously. You've probably already noticed the particular aroma wafting from his apartment, that mix between fresh coffee and something a little more mysterious. There's nothing wrong with the invitation, is there? After all, he's just trying to be a good neighbor, even if, deep down, the truth is that he wants to catch something from you, to find a way to feel your presence, to get to know you a little better as he does with anything that piques his interest.

You smile, with that reserved touch, and bring your hands behind your back, tucking them into the pockets of your shorts as you sway subtly on your heels. And even though he can't sense your energy, he almost seems to predict your response just by watching you.

“Maybe later.” Sure.

He didn't expect you to walk into a stranger's place just for coffee, he had to take a chance anyway.

“Thanks again, neighbor.”

He doesn't try to sound flirtatious but he does. You're cute, you're his type and you're not a sorceress, that just makes you more irresistible to a person who is used to always keeping control of everything that happens around him.

That morning with the box in your hands that, later, he realized was full of books and manuscripts that were sent from his clan to deliver to the school library, was the first time Satoru saw you. From then on he tried to make the encounters between the two of you less and less casual and more planned.

At first it was difficult, arranging his busy schedule in such a way that he would sometimes meet you in the hallways, taking the elevator or opening the door to your place in such a way that it seemed coincidental but Satoru succeeded. Within a few weeks he had learned about your schedule when you were at home, so he was always looking for an excuse for him to be around at the same time.

In between casual conversations, he began to get to know you better, discovering where you came from and how long ago you had moved into the big building. Satoru realized that you weren't just a pretty face; you had a good heart, an apartment decorated with real plants, and a cat that ran to greet you at the door with a meowing song, brushing against Satoru's legs in greeting.

After a couple of months, you had created a routine that he found comforting. He was next to you in this utopian bubble where no one else existed, a place where he didn't have to be alert all the time.

And... where was he? Right. The tools, the system and all that.

Tools like him don't think or make decisions; they're designed only to be used when they're needed. But with you, he felt like a regular man, one who didn't see curses crawling down the hallway trying to pierce your home, or one who wasn't constantly overstimulated by the energy that engulfed the world, one who wasn't aware of the changes in the cursed energy of others. With you, he was, really, just Satoru Gojo; one who didn't know he could be something more, someone more than the title he was given at birth. He was an ordinary high school teacher, and you were just you; you saw him as something more than the strongest and there was something beautiful for the first time in the raw idea of being nothing more than a mere human.

For the first time, he didn't feel his responsibility as a burden, but as a gift. It was the first time he didn't feel overwhelmed or with a bad taste in his mouth for being a tool, because now he could use it to take care of you. It was the first time he felt good about the responsibility of caring for someone like you.

“What do you think?” You're about to fall asleep on his couch, a couch he only uses when you come to visit him, so Satoru thinks he can't waste the opportunity to admire you up close. Watching your moles, how smooth your skin looks, the sweat dampening your collarbone and how much he wishes he could drink it.

When caught staring like a stalker, he doesn't flinch; he simply brings his eyes back to yours. You have one eye squinted watching him, while the other struggles to stay open, the dialogue from the show in the background fading like white noise.

“You're tired.” You snort before closing your eyes completely.

“I'm not. I want to finish this episode with you,” you say, clearly drowsy, snuggling further into the couch and clinging to the cushion between your legs, which Satoru wishes was his head. He sighs, feeling a tug on his ribs.

“Why don't you sleep for a while?” he suggests, playing ping pong between your lips and your face.

You purr something intelligible as the fist holding your chin weakens slowly while the dialogue on the television ends and the white letters begin to slowly scroll across the screen. Satoru consumes you with his gaze, inclined to touch you and settle you better on the softness of his couch. His heart is pounding in his chest and he feels his shorts tighten. The skin of your arm so warm under his knuckles, just as he had thought, and he thinks if he set his mind to it he could watch you sleep all day.

In a moment of hesitation, Satoru moves a little closer, feeling the warmth of your breath brush against his face, your lips pout indicating the level of relaxation you're in. Fuck. Just before he can do something he shouldn't, he jumps up and heads for the kitchen, where he grabs a glass of cold water and rushes to the bathroom, locking the door behind him and yanking down his shorts.

#wr #wr.gojo #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo fluff #gojo satoru fluff #jjk x reader

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justmeinadaze · 5 months ago

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Secret Underneath Part 7 ( Steddie X Plus Size You)

Warnings: Older (Mid thirties) Sugar Daddies Steve and Eddie/ Young (Early to mid 20s) Baby Fem Plus Size Reader, SMUT, slapping (brief), reader just letting out some aggression with Daddy's help, dirty talk, etc. FLUFF, they love her and tell her so a lot.

ANGST (because I'm me), the discuss more about what happened with the fallout of Gina and how they reacted when it came to Y/N. More insight into why the guys and Gina split (she's not a good woman). Reader does a thing at the end, I'm not calling it a cliffhanger but it could be construed as one.

Word Count: 5342

Series Here/ Donate to Me

“Would either of you like more coffee?”, your mom asked as the pot in her hand hovered over their cups.

“Oh, no ma’am. Thank you though.”, Steve politely smiled as Eddie shook his head to answer her question as well. “The breakfast was delicious, sir. Thank you for allowing us to join you and your family.”

“Ok, calm down, son. That’s not the way to suck up to me and her mother.”

Both boys glance your way as you try to stifle your giggles behind you mug as you sip your coffee.

“I think I’m starting to see where princess gets her sarcasm from.”, the rockstar grins.

“Yeah, we spoiled her too much.”, you mom teases as you stick your tongue out at her reply.

“If I may ask, what would be the way to suck up to you because we love Y/N very much and we would do anything possible to earn all three of your trust and acceptance back.”

The room became silent as Steve’s words hung in the air.

“To be fair, honey, when it comes to us, our first experience with you is hurting our daughter. We didn’t even know she was seeing anyone again.”, you mother relayed as her eyes flicked towards you. “Everything we know about you is either from the tv or her when she came home crying.”

Eddie’s eyes squeezed shut as her words pierced his heart; they never wanted to be the ones responsible for your pain.

“You may not like hearing it but it’s true. You have to accept what you did to her first before you can move forward. A thousand years of marriage taught us that.”

“Oh my God.”, your father sighs. “You calm down to. Everyone at this table is so theatrical. I need back up. Where is Mya?”

“Mya is probably knocked out but I’m sure she’ll be around later.”, you smile. “There’s a lake behind the house here if you guys want to go for a walk.”

“Yeah, we’d love that.”

***

“If you’d like after this, we can run to your hotel and grab your clothes so you can change. You can stay in our house to if you want.”

Eddie’s palm balances just under your own as you hold your arms out while walking along the bank of the water.

“We don’t have to. I mean…we don’t want to over crowd you or make you uncomfortable.”

“Said the men who were asleep at the foot of my bed this morning.”

“We were worried about you.”, Steve replied as he carefully traveled behind you to make sure you didn’t fall.

“Well, I’m offering but if you’d be more comfortable in the hotel I’d understand. My family and Mya can be a lot.”

As you jump down, the metalhead guides your decent making sure you’re alright before you three continue moving forward.

“They are a part of you and you aren’t a lot.”

“Not enough to be open with me.”, you grumble before you watch their heads hang. “I’m sorry.”

“No, um, no reason to be. You’re right.”

“Can I ask…what’s been happening since I left?”

“Jesus, fucking everything.”, Steve sighs as he takes a seat under a tree and you both follow him down with you in between. “I have no idea how she’s doing all these interviews at one time. We can barely get through one in general without being exhausted.”

“Gina and her lawyer have been making the rounds on daytime talk shows and sites like TMZ. Our lawyer says that tactic works in our favor because she either puts her foot in her mouth or contradicts herself so we can use that in court.”, Eddie exhales heavily. “All we’ve done so far is make that statement on Harrington’s social media which everyone has picked apart already.”

“Did that do anything for you?”, the mogul asks as his gaze shifts your way. “We were hoping that referencing you that way in our statement would help keep all that chaos away a bit.”

“I wouldn’t know since I haven’t looked at my phone. The only reason I know you said anything is because I had a weak moment and scanned your profiles on my computer.” Your head hung for a moment before you sarcastically chuckled and looked his way. “Now Gina’s interview saying that you’re only dating me because I’m the opposite of her, that was an accident. My mom was watching her morning shows and…”

“She’s not entirely wrong.” Your head swiveled towards Eddie as you waited for him to explain. “You ARE the complete opposite of her which is another reason we love you. If we wanted another Gina we could have just stayed with her.”

Your eyes closed at the words “we love you’, not quite ready to believe and accept them just yet.

“So, yeah, did you guys have a lake like this back in Hawkins?”

“Y/N—”

“We should probably get you to your hotel so you can change and get your stuff.”, you interrupt as you hastily rise to your feet and dust off your pants.

“Baby—”

“No.”, you growl as you put up your hand to cut him off. “No, Steve. You both don’t get to call me that right now. Don’t let this whole thing fool you. I’m still incredibly angry with you and it’s going to take more than a conversation and a meal with my parents to get me back.”

Silently the three of you walk back to your house but your mom’s loud voice cuts through the winter air as you come around the corner.

“…and after the things she’s saying about MY daughter?! Gina Frost can go fuck herself!”

Eddie moves first, powerwalking forward and placing himself between a well-dressed man and your mother.

“If I were you, Daniel, I would get in your car and go back to New York.”

“Are you threatening me, Mr. Munson? I’m not a woman you and your friend are dating so I imagine not.”, the man responds sarcastically.

The rockstar angerly steps towards him but you hastily grab his arm and in return he stands up straighter to make sure you’re shielded with his body.

“Is this Miss Y/L/N? I just need to talk with you if you’re able—”

“She’s not involved in anything between us and Gina. If you have a problem with that, you can take it up with our lawyer.”, Steve defends, placing himself beside his friend to block the man from you and your family.

“Trying to silence another woman, gentlemen?”

“No.”, you answer for them as you push forward. “They don’t speak for me nor would they ever try. You have one minute to say what you want before my father gets involved and trust me, you thought my mom was combative?”

“Can I at least have a minute alone—”

“No. 55 seconds.”

The man reaches into his pocket and hands you a card that you pass to your mother around your protecters.

“I’m looking for some more character witnesses to corroborate Gina’s statements—”

“Oh, honey, I’m the last person you should ask because from what I’ve heard our experiences with these men have been very different. 30 Seconds.”

“Are they? How was the charity event? They used to bring her every year.”

“She was their partner. Try again. 25 seconds.”

“It took them awhile to do it. Even longer for her to move into their apartment. How long have you three been together?”

“Who says we’re together? They’re my friends. 15 seconds; you better make them count.”

“Gina was their friend for years before they got together and before they started lavishing her in gifts and all that material bullshit. How long was it until they started doing the same with you? This case was started almost 7 months ago. When did your friendship with them begin?”

Your eyes blink as your jaw tightens and you try to hide the doubt that hits your heart at his line of questioning.

“Time’s up. Get off my family’s property now.”

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You sit quietly as you stare vacantly out the window while both men quickly change and place themselves on the bed in front of you.

“What are you thinking about, Y/N?”, Steve asks with a soft tone as both men’s eyes constantly scan you over with concern.

“I don’t want to believe him…”

“But you do?”, Eddie follows trying to hide the pain in his voice.

“I can’t help it. You hid things from me and then you fucking left! No, you expected me to be ok with you disappearing for ‘some time’ which is way worse.”

“Fuck me her lawyer is fucking good.”, the mogul breathily laughs as he shakes his head. “Yeah, the case was started two months before we met you but do you know how long we were separated before we ever considered trying to find a partner again? Eight months. Eight months of alcohol filled days and hiding in our apartment because the idea of going out sounded exhausting. Eight months of watching her plaster her pages with pictures of her tongue down other men’s throats after deleting everything that had to do with us.”

“When we got served those papers, we spiraled even more.”, the other boy continued. “It finally got to the point where I told him we needed to try and get back out there. We started slow going out to bars or parties and we met so many women, Y/N. They would fucking beg to come home with us but we could never do it.”

“Not the right target?”, you sass but regret it immediately when their hurt and anger filled eyes meet yours.

“We told you when we first spoke with you that we aren’t into ‘yes’ girls and that’s all they were. We went to the site and it was a bunch of the same shit.”

Steve pulled out his phone and ran his fingers along the screen until he found what he wanted and began reading.

“Please Daddy. I’ll do anything to be yours especially if you can afford to get me something as expensive as your shoes! I’ll do whatever you want.”

“I’m not really into the threesome thing but if you show me your faces I can pick one of you and give you the best sex you’ve had in your life.”

“I’d love to meet you but we may need to go to the mall first. You can’t take me out in cheap clothes like the ones you’re wearing.”

Your eyes rolled as you listened to what the other Babies had said to them hating that women like them existed especially since you knew a lot of “Daddies” preferred that. After pushing another button on his phone, a high-pitched giggle filled the room.

“Stevie! Answer the phooooooone! Ugh, fine. Whatever. I just wanted to call to tell you guys I won’t be able to make it tonight for dinner. My friends are doing this thing and its sooooo stupid. Do, um, do you think you can send me $300 so I can have some real fun? I promise I’ll make it up to you two! Love you!”

“Steve, I’m out here fucking waiting for you. Why aren’t you here? If this is about me saying I didn’t feel like sleeping next to trailer trash tonight, Eddie knows I didn’t mean it. I was just…you know how I am when I get upset and he promised to take me with him to that interview with Kimmel so I could meet him backstage! It’s not my fault I got wasted and made him miss the stupid plane.”

“Fuck you both! I’m fucking done! I needed you this weekend and neither of you were there! The fucking press and people on the street are calling me a fucking whore and TMZ is making the rounds with my fucking mugshot! You’re going to regret throwing me away! The least you can do is send me some money for the hotel since I can’t go fucking home now.”

“Wow…well she sounds like a winner.”

“Stop it.”, Eddie rumbled in his Daddy tone that had you unintentionally sitting up straighter. “We’re trying to explain something and this is serious, Y/N. Every Baby we talked to reminded us of her…except you.”

“And it’s not because we were targeting you or needed you to show how, I don’t know, how fucking amazing we are or some shit because we aren’t. We’re flawed and sometimes we can definitely be assholes but I swear to God, Y/N, we never meant to hurt you. These past few months have seriously been the best of our entire lives. I offer to pay for things and take care of you because I love you. No, hey, look at me.”, Steve scolds when you avert your gaze at his declaration again.

“It’s not because we need to establish a relationship quickly or whatever Gina’s lawyer is preaching. You have never tried to take advantage us and selfishly we took advantage of that by commanding you to wait in your apartment without telling you want was going on. That’s never going to happen again, baby girl, and I don’t care what I have to do to make sure it doesn’t.”

“Trust us, sweetheart, the speed of this relationship startled us to. We constantly asked ourselves if we were moving too fast even though we told you we needed to go slow. But like Steve said everything we do is because we love you… I love you.”

Your eyes took them in as they spoke, fully absorbing what they were telling you.

“Is there anything else I should know about you and her?” After exchanging a look, they shake their heads. “Please don’t lie to me.”

“We’re not, baby, we promise.” As tears cloud your vision, you close your eyes to try and suffocate them as they betray you, falling down your cheek. Ringed hands cup your face as a forehead presses to yours. “What can we do, Y/N? Tell us how we can help, princess.”

“I want to be mad at you.”, you whisper.

Eddie’s head straightens, understanding what you need.

“Then be mad. Let it all out, baby. You aren’t at home and we’re on the top floor. Shout, scream, hell, hit us if you need to. Just like you we know the word and we know when to use it.” Still seeing trepidation in your eyes, he clears his throat as he stands to his full height. “Come on, sweetheart. Don’t be a little baby.”, he coos with a mocking tone that has you standing to match him.

“I’m not being a baby!”

“Oh really, little girl? Sound like a baby to me.”

Your palms reach out to shove him but the rockstar quickly bounces back as you push at him again a bit harder.

“M’NOT a baby! I have every right to be angry with you!”

“Yeah, ya do, baby! Let it out! Tell me why you’re angry with us!”

“I was ALWAYS vulnerable with you and more than accommodating but you both couldn’t do the same with me! You hurt me!”, you screamed as you began punching his chest with your fist barely moving him in place. “You made me feel like trash! You took me out and treated me like a queen but as soon as things got hard for you two you threw me away!”, you began to sob. “You gave me hope that I could finally be fucking happy after what Holden did and then with one letter you ripped it all away!”

Dropping your arms to your sides, they watched as your body shook as the tears continued to flow. Abruptly, you turned to leave but when Steve’s hand reached out to grab your wrist, your palm reeled back before smacking him hard across the face.

The mogul didn’t say at word or let you go as his head swiveled back and his forehead fell on yours. Your eyes remained zeroed in on his chest as it heavily rose and fell with each angry pant, matching you own as the intense energy hung in the air. Again, you slapped him but it wasn’t as hard as before. Repeating your actions, the force of your palm connecting with his cheek became less and less until you were just cupping his face in your hands.

Your lips roughly attach to his as a small whine leaves your throat at the taste you missed so much. A needy atmosphere replaces the old one and Steve’s strong palms grip your thighs as you jump up to wrap your limbs around him.

Tumbling onto the bed behind you, the mogul desperately tugs down your jeans and panties as you fumble with his belt before reaching into to his own pants to free his cock. The two of you groan into each other’s mouths as you collect some of your slick with his tip and guide him into your entrance.

Hovering above you, Steve delivers a couple of slow but deep thrusts that have your eyes rolling shut and your fingers threading through his hair when his entire body presses against yours.

“We’re so sorry, honey.”, he whispered breathlessly. “Mmph—ah, fuck—we didn’t think…fucking stupid.”

You shook your head and pushed his closer to your neck as your legs clung to him tightly.

“It hurt me the most be-because…Jesus Christ, Daddy, just like that.”

“Because why, baby? Tell Daddy.”

Your pussy clenched around him as his heavy pants rippled through your ear making you mewl as he pumped into you at a harder pace.

“Because I love you to, Steve.”

The moan that rumbled through him was one of the most beautiful sounds you had ever heard as he thrust into you so fast the bed shook aggressively underneath you. Keeping his arms secure around you, the man pushed up onto his knees, bringing you with him as he continued to thrust upwards as your palms held his face and his eyes locked in on yours.

“Please…again…”

“I love you, Steve, so much.”

“Oh shit.”

As he pressed his head into your chest, you felt his release begin to paint your insides and at the sudden action your body trembled as you came.

When you glanced his way, Eddie couldn’t wait any longer, having been stroking his cock at the display before him and desperate to feel you in his arms again. Pulling you off his friend, he stepped out of his jeans and threw of his shirt, positioning you onto all fours with your ass in perfect view for him.

The rockstars fingers dug into your thick hips as he slid himself inside you and leaned over to lay his chest against your back.

“Fuck, sweetheart, we missed you so much. I promise we will—mmm—never make you feel like that again. You deserve the world, baby.”

With your eyes close, your mouth blindly searched for his and he obliged as your lips passionately mingled together.

“I-I love you to, Eddie. Fuck, Daddy, please… harder.”

Pushing up onto his palms, he pulled his cock all the way back before slamming back into your cunt hitting that soft spot inside of you repeatedly that had you a moaning mess. His sweaty forehead was resting on the side of yours and as you opened your eyes, you watched as his gorgeous features contorted into pleasure as he picked up his rhythm.

“That’s it, Daddy. M-Make me cum.”

You couldn’t help but smirk when his nose scrunched in focus as he did what you requested. Falling completely on top of you, your hand quickly grabbed his as your pussy quivered around him and you whimpered as the coil snapped in your belly. The feeling was almost too much for Eddie as his pace sputtered and he grunted against your skin as his release filled you.

After gently pulling his softening cock out of your now sore but content body, Eddie rolled you onto your back and continued to kiss any part of your neck and face he could reach until a second set of lips joined him on your opposite side.

“I forgive you.”, you mumble causing their movements to stall before they raised both their heads to look at you. “I forgive you. I’m sorry I broke your rule about googling you. I only looked up your lawyer’s information. I swear I haven’t be looking up information since—”

Steve’s palm over your mouth cut you off.

“We understand. That rule was bullshit anyway… Another way for us to hide Gina.”

“We looked through your socials.”, Eddie revealed as his hand brushed some of your hair away from your face. “We had never done it before because, like you said, we wanted to learn about you from you but when we couldn’t get a hold of you…”

“Did you find anything interesting?”, you tease making both men smile.

“There’s a video on there one of your kids tagged you in where they were joking with you about slang or something. They seem to really love you.” Eddie’s grin grows when you lightly giggle. “Y/N, we’re sorry about not updating you more on our case. It didn’t even occur to us how this could ripple out and affect your job.”

“We’d hate ourselves if we were the reason you lost something like that.”

“I forgive you.”, you repeat before continuing. “I do have to make it clear, though, that this can’t happen again. I meant what I said, I do love you both but I’m not going through all of this again. I…refuse to.”

Their lips kiss your cheeks as they hold you tighter to them.

“This is never happening again, sweetheart.”

“We promise, honey.”

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As you step out of the shower at your house, you smile as you listen to Eddie’s cackle echo through the house at something your dad said before Steve’s lighthearted tone tried defending whatever was said.

Glancing towards the drawer by your bed, you let out a heavy sigh before reaching in and grabbing your device to scroll through the screen.

All of your socials had tags attached that you assumed were people claiming the “mystery woman” was you and the comments everyone was saying in response. There were a ton of emails from news outlets asking for you to say something or give them a quote to confirm it was indeed you that went to the charity event with them but thankfully nothing from your boss or the school.

You saw a bunch of texts from Mya, your mom, and surprising your ex who assured you he wouldn’t say another to the press even though a few got his information as well.

Going through your voicemails, you skipped passed reporters and the couple from Gina’s lawyer that you couldn’t care less about until a familiar voice followed through your phone.

“Hey, sweetheart.”, Eddie chuckled with a slight slur in his tone that told he was probably drunk at the time. “I just wanted to call you myself because…Because I was thinking about you. I think about you a lot…like all the time, Y/N. Even before all this bullshit with our ex… I would be in the studio with the guys and be like ‘I wonder what pretty girl is up to?’ You’re so beautiful, baby, inside and out. I had a dream about you last night. I was back home in my trailer and I heard you screaming outside. I ran to find you b-b-but I couldn’t. I started panicking like ‘She’s gonna think I didn’t try…try to come save her.’”, he sobs making your heart break at the sound.

“No matter what, princess, I’d be here for you. I love you so much. I’ve never loved anyone as much I love you… Fuck…I shouldn’t leave t-this on your machine. Pfft, Machine. Like it’s the 90s still.”, Eddie laughs at his own joke. “Anyway, um, yeah…I just wanted you to know…that we miss you an we love you, baby. We so sorry…”

The rest of the message was his heavy breathing where you assumed he fell asleep making your grin grow as you wiped one of the tears that fell. Pushing the button for the next message, Steve’s gravelly voice followed.

“Hey, Y/N. Um, I’m so bad with these things. Eddie’s a lot better with technology than I am but I’m so desperate to hear your voice, honey. I miss the sound so much and not just your voice but your cute little laugh or even the adorable way you sneeze with your entire soul.” When he laughed you giggled along with him. “Jesus…we really fucked up, huh, baby girl? When I was a kid, I would watch women come and go from my dad’s office and I would think ‘I’m never going to be like him. If I had a good woman like my mom at home I would never hurt her like this. I would never make her feel unloved or unwanted.’… We understand if you need some space… I just…I just don’t want you to think we’re doing ok without you. We love you, Y/N.”

When you selected the next message, you have expected it to be another declaration of love or an apology from the guys but when a high pitched sigh came through grating your ears you were surprised.

“I hope I’m calling the right number. I’m usually a texter but I felt like something like this required a call. My name is Gina Frost and I am Eddie and Steve’s ex. Listen, honey, for your own good, leave them now while your heart is still intact. I spent years trying to be what they wanted me to be and it was never enough. The first time I stood up for myself was when I left them and they dragged my name through the mud! They are great at twisting the truth to fit their narratives. Don’t get pulled in. Would you be willing to meet with me so we can talk?”

You growled at her tone and accusations as what they told you, her voicemails on their phone, and what she said about you on national television swirled around your head.

Opening your Instagram, you uploaded three images with different captions. The first was from the night of charity event that Stephanie took of you three before you left the apartment with you in-between them and their arms wrapped around your waist posing with their other hands pushed in their pocket. Your grin stood out as you laughed at their insistence to not smile in pictures so it looked “sexy yet intimidating” while showing you a demonstration.

“My name is Y/N Y/L/N and as a lot of you may have noticed I am the woman that went with Eddie Munson and Steve Harrington to the event last month. I have known these men for a few months and have been in an intimate relationship with them for some time. For my privacy and because of the things being said online by Miss Frost, they tried to protect me by referring to me in the media as ‘just a friend’. I hope that notion alone goes into the column that they are not the lies that people have said about them. I love them both with every fiber of my being and I have never felt safer in my life then in these men’s company.”

The second image was a video of you and Steve sitting in your living room on the floor where you were trying to put one of your face masks on him while he kept making jokes to keep you laughing.

“Why is it, cold?!”

“Because, you dork! It good for your skin now stop moving.”

When he playfully sticks out your tongue to lick your wrist as it grazes his lips, you can’t help but lean back on your knees as your tummy shakes with almost uncontrollable giggles.

“Steven! Stoooop.”

“You want me to stop being adorable? I can’t do that, honey. That would be like asking me to stop breathing.”

“Steve Harrington is one of the kindest souls I have ever met even going overboard sometimes. I thoroughly believe that if he could move heaven and earth with his own two hands just to see me smile he would. He has never once asked me to change who I am but has himself adjusted his own personality to make me comfortable without me even asking. I love him as is but he can be stubborn when it comes to people he genuinely cares about.

Your third video had Eddie straddling your waist while pinning your wrists to the floor. The power had gone out due to a storm so you three had been passing the time anyway you could think. While play wrestling, he got the upper hand and leaned down to kiss your lips.

“Woooo! And Eddie Munson wins by a landslide!”

While he pretends to be praised by a nonexistent audience, you wrap your arms around his waist and push your chest against his bare one, flipping you both around till he was underneath you.

“Oh no! And with the cruel hands of fate, Eddie Munson is no more.”

You giggle as he closes his eyes and pretends to pass out before you lean down to kiss him, making him grin as his fingers tangle in your hair. When you go to sit up, some of your locks get tangled in the metal of one us rings and his playful tone promptly changes to a concerned one.

“Oh, hang on, princess, I got you here. There we go. Are you ok? I didn’t hurt you or anything? Good.”, he beams up at you when your shake your head and the video stop as he leans up to wrap his arms around you in a big bear hug.

“Eddie Munson is so sweet and caring. He’s very protective and does whatever he can to make sure I know I’m safe whether that be by making me laugh or holding my hand till I feel comfortable. He’s never belittled me or physically hurt me in any manner unlike men from my past. I love this goofy rockstar and there is no place I feel safer or more at home than in his arms.

Gina Frost believes that these men chose me because I’m nothing like her and I genuinely believe that is the only thing she’s said with any truth. I would never hurt them the way she did and continues to do even though they are no longer in her life. They deserved better than you and I will do whatever I can to make them happy because they do that for me every single day.”

As soon as you posted your response, a small wave of fear rumbled in your stomach as the likes began to quickly fill up your notifications until you noticed the only two handles that matter when it came to your words.

“@thereal_EddieMunson liked your post.”

“@thereal_EddieMunson added your post to his story: “My princess is a queen 🤘.”

“@StevenHarringtonOfficial liked your post.”

“@StevenHarringtonOfficial added your post to his story: “I would move the stars in the sky if she asked me to.”

A wide smile paints your face as you blush and hastily get dressed to skip downstairs.

“Jesus, child. Took you long enough. Were you writing your memoirs up there?”, you father joked as you came around to hop on a stool at your kitchen counter next to Eddie who was picking at the appetizers your mom had made while dinner was being prepared.

As you reach for a slice of garlic bread, the rockstar leans towards you to kiss your cheek before taking your other hand in his and placing it on his lap.

Steve, who was helping by cutting up vegetables, met your eyes across the marble and smirked as he gave you an adorable little wink.

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swmmi-kti · 4 months ago

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The Blind and the Mute (Pt 2)

DNI/BYF

Part: One

Pairing: Gyomei x Kakushi fem Reader

Warnings: You almost die nothing graphic though.

Hanging out with a Hashira was an honor in itself. Let alone with the strongest one.

Yet you found yourself with him almost everyday. What else could be asked of you? You found yourself questioning why you felt like something else was missing and yet disregarded it anyways.

Today you found yourself at his place like always. Preparing Tea while you had spare time before those fleeting moments passed you by.

You found peace this way. it was like having a friend outside of work. Regardless you found his kindness endearing at worst and loving at best.

His cats around, purring and rubbing against your legs. After finding out about your living situation Gyomei had so graciously offered to let you live at his place and politely you had declined, having a bit of an allergy to cats but also for the fact you felt like you intruded.

Regardless he let you wonder around here and there and it felt nice, despite the itchy feeling when you weren't wearing your full body Kakushi outfit.

Having had to clean up a mess here you were enduring the cat whiskers and hair prickling you. Laughing as you carried the little one up to your face. Having found it so touching to know he cares so much about them.

You here the tell-tale sounds of his foot steps. You smiled placing the cat food down on the little bowls before serving him his cup and taking yours.

You heard Genya first. Always finding that when he could spare Genya would often join too. So you decided to put your cup down for him just as Gyomei walked in with the trailing teenager behind him. Smiling you wave him over and hand over his tea.

"That is kind of you, But as always you never have to do this" Gyomei says in that deep rumble of his voice. You look at Genya with a smile but give Gyomei his cup as always. Still hot just the way he seems to like it.

You had wanted to say something, you have tried but yet nothing will come out. Wanting to tell him that this was a sense of normalcy that you craved.

But regardless you let it be as you clean up the cat bowls before you had to leave.

Genya couldn't help but stifle his chuckle. Finding this sense of normalcy to be like a family and he liked it. Aside the fact it was really funny to see the little 'fight' between the two of you.

"is Something funny?" Gyomei asks as he turns to the younger boy.

"eh-..no nothing at all" Genya replies drinking the lasts bit. You smile signaling for him to clean it. Before signaling that you will be going now. "Oh.. Well Thank you for tea m-" He pauses for the moment before shaking his head "L/n-sama...Please be safe" He says

You left with a nod without looking at Gyomei, often got tired of waiting for a response from him

"wa-"

"She's already gone"

Gyomei lets out a small prayer as he stands to clean his cup. He knew why, he often never thought to wish you well. to be safe or anything always assuming you would no doubt come back.

But today it felt different. It felt like there was more in the air. Today he was afraid of never seeing you again. This domestic bliss with you and Genya felt too good in such a world "I" He pauses once more.

Would voicing his concerns be any good? could they really do any good but potentially worry Genya as well. He mulls over his thoughts for longer. opting to believe that everything will be fine.

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Everything was further than fine. You had been trying to transport a man who you presumed dead. Only to have those sharp poison like nails stick at your side. At an instant chaos broke.

You crawled away as best as you could. treating your open wound as much as you could and avoided being seen while helped arrived.

You Couldn't believe your luck, finding it to be the worst today. Panting heavily as you grab your burning side. Feeling hot and cold as you look at the ceiling as your vision blurs.

Going from the cool looking blue and fading to black, head still spinning.

"at ease...you will be alright" you hear a voice, faint as you try to open your eyes but find yourself unable too. The pain still burning as you feel large hands hold your head up to someone's chest.

Hearing the booming almost thundering beating of a heart.

Gyomei

"Please.. please dont move" he says as he gently cradles your head. Hand playing with your hair as he tries to comfort you. So soft and caring for such a large man.

"You will be alright" He assures

"you will get help"

and it makes you cry a little bit. He Isn't comforting you, well he is, but its clear he is comforting himself. You reach a hand over holding his and squeezing it

That pain dwindling as you smile.

It feels nice to be cared for, be worried for you.

"its...i" he pauses you can hear the faint breath he takes in, you wonder why help isnt coming yet? you know no doubt he's tired to help the bleeding wound.

"Y/n...you mean a lot to me. I had thought it was nothing more than comradeship. You do a lot i know, burdening yourself with helping me and i never meant to make you feel taken for granted"

You laugh a little still in pain as your hand comes to sush him. To assure him in what ever small way you can to ease his worry. That no Matter what you will be alright.

Although you highly doubt it yourself.

You rarely ever felt like crying but your head is throbbing and your side hurts a lot. His own words bring a sense of comfort as you begin to feel yourself fade just the tiniest bit

Sleeps feels so good. It distracts from the pain you feel. You cant wait to go home, maybe visit Gyomei and his cats again. Sit with him and Genya and enjoy that blissful silence between you three.

You feel your skin be pricked.

You feel a harsh jam at your side.

But you cant seem to wake up just yet from this nice feeling of sleep The nice thoughts of a blissful life.

Your hand feels numb from someone's grip.

Can feel the wet feeling of droplets.

How long have you been sleeping?

"How...Is she today?" Gyomei asks entering the Butterfly mansion as he does so lately. Missions get tended to quickly. In a way hoping to come home and see you making him tea as you often do.

He's never realizes how much like a family you two have been. Genya had told him how he misses seeing you home, Playing with his cats, Or making him Tea and sometimes giving him slices of watermelons.

He hadn't realizes how much of pseudo-parents you two became to the young boy. He also hadn't realizes how bleak life had seemed without you there.

For once he as lost for words on why he felt that way. He had been by himself way before he had Genya, Let alone had a Lady friend at all. It felt bizarre to think so little of life without you there. Yet at the same time

"I'm afraid not yet. Thankfully the poison has worn off completely and all her vitals are stable. That Barb that was lodged into her really could have lasting damage but i cannot say what those are" Shinobu says rubbing at her temple as she looks at him.

She's even noticed how worried he is. His expression hardened and yet faded with the signs of worry.

"You care a lot about her? I know you care for all of us but i'll admit i don't think i've ever seen you so worried"

Gyomei is silent. Not understanding still why he himself is so worried.

Why he care's a lot. Is it your nature? How you care for him when no one else does? Might it be how your smaller hands feel so nice around his own calloused hands.

Perhaps its how your soul seems so gentle and hurt all the same. How calm you make him feel. How perhaps despite the lack of full communication you are the best experience he's had

"i'll admit i myself don't know. Its Strange i'll admit" He admits as he brings his hands together. His beads clanking together a his eyes tear as usual.

Shinobu nodded, for there needn't be words spoken. She understood too well. He was the easiest person she could read so far. She always understood.

Letting him step inside your room. Where you breath heavily, body still fighting to keep you alive.

Shinobu will have to work extra hard to assure your survival, for the man who saved her life so long ago, and for the fact she will absolutely like to see him happy.

#kny #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #kny x reader #x reader #female reader #himejima gyomei x reader #himejima gyomei #gyomei x reader #kny gyomei #gyomei himejima x reader

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chvoswxtch · 7 months ago

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oi, matt! can i get a macchiato? mayhaps over ice if that’s what the barista has to offer today….

matt x assistant!reader at nelson and murdock is one of my favourite flavours ever. i just neeeeed your take on it.

you know I had to kick off the celebration with this slut (works for you or matty) <3 also just so you know I could've kept going with this forever but tumblr told me to shut up bc apparently there's a word limit on answering asks but you get the picture ;)

as a reminder, over ice means it's spicy ! (minors dni)

headcannon below the cut

matt murdock is an hr nightmare

when foggy mentions that nelson & murdock could desperately use an assistant since karen is now at the bulletin, before matt even has a chance to speak, foggy is warning him to keep his dick in his pants

and when matt pulls that face (you know the one, the "she wanted to teach me" look of faux innocence) foggy reminds matt that not only is he a whore but he also has a history of being tempted by forbidden fruit (he probably fucked all the female interns at landman and zack, and then there's karen who he would've slept with if frank & elektra hadn't shown up but that's a different story for a different day)

matt does the lil "i cross my heart" thing and swears to foggy that he won't get involved with the new assistant

he also makes this promise to himself bc let's face it he's a human disaster who's life is constantly falling apart and the last thing he needs is drama that could've been avoided if he thought with the right head

but then the day of the interviews arrive and you walk in the room, and matt knows at that moment that he is completely fucked

your scent hits him first, something soft and subtle, a breath of fresh air from the stuffy office smell and the lingering assault of pungent perfume left behind by other candidates that had given him a dull headache

then it's your voice, god your voice, it's the most melodious sound he's ever heard. it's gentle but crisp, and your alluring intonation has him hanging onto your every word, especially his name that fell from your lips in greeting

touching your hand nearly does him in, bc getting to feel your smooth skin caress his rough palm makes it even worse. there's a an electric spark that tingles in his fingertips and shoots throughout the rest of his body, and he finds himself wondering if you feel it too, but then catches himself and quickly plasters on a professional appearance

it was one thing that every single thing about your existence drew him in, but the fact that you were also intelligent and well-spoken, deeply passionate and genuinely empathetic, while also quick to craft clever responses without your sharp wit coming off as ostentatious just made matt want you more

matt was uncharacteristically quiet while foggy asked most of the questions, to which you gave perfect answers, and occasionally chimed in with a few of his own just to redirect your attention where he wanted it: on him

by the end of the interview, foggy was sold on you, and so was matt, but for duplicitious reasons

matt tries so hard to keep his promise, but fuck do you make it (and him) hard. he makes a point to never be alone with you in the office. if a round at josie's is suggested, he makes sure foggy or karen will also be there. he tries to balance between being friendly while also being professional, trying to find the invisible line that crosses from innocent inquisitions to dangerous territory

he does his best not to initiate physical contact, which proves to be difficult, bc you're a hugger and always politely offering matt your arm to guide him whenever you go anywhere

you're so kind and thoughtful and treat him the exact way you treat everyone else and it makes him want to put his head through a wall bc every day that he spends with you makes this attraction worse and worse and he can't tell if it's purely physical or if it goes deeper than that

and then one day he just fucking snaps

matt has a really bad day. a lead he'd been working on for weeks ended up being a dead end, and matt had taken his frustration out on some petty thug in an alley, but it wasn't enough. he'd woken up on the wrong side of the bed, late at that, to a handful of voicemails from a pissed off foggy. it had been a grueling day in court, all of his senses were overwhelmed, and he had so much pent up tension in his body that he felt stiff

he was so wrapped up in himself that when he walked through the door of the office, he didn't realize he'd broken his own rule: never be alone with you

as soon as he realizes his mistake, he heads towards his office, returning your polite greeting with a grunt of acknowledgement. he hoped that you'd leave it alone, that you'd say something like you were just about to leave, and he'd be spared from you coming closer. but you being you, noticing every little detail and having learned to read matt, could tell something was off

you just wanted to help. you always just wanted to help, and matt loved that about you, but right now, it was only making this more difficult for him bc his self restraint was deteriorating

and then you gently touched his shoulder and matt let out a groan bc he could smell what you'd done the night previously. the scent of your arousal was still embedded in your skin even though you'd washed your hands several times, and the scent of soap was almost nonexistent as matt's nose focused solely on the delectable scent of your pussy on your own fingers

he'd made himself come many times to the thought of you over the last few months, but knowing that you'd fingered yourself last night possibly to the thought of him is what broke his resolve

matt didn't need his heightened senses to know you were attracted to him, that you felt something for him too. he knew it because he knew you, and sometimes you were obvious even when you thought you were being subtle for the sake of both your friendship and your professional reputation

before either of you could process what was happening, matt was devouring your mouth in a heated kiss, your blouse was halfway unbuttoned, just enough for him to pull down the cups of your bra to leave your tits spilling into his welcoming hands. your soft whimpers echoed around the empty office as he toyed with your nipples while assaulting your neck with his teeth and tongue

in record time you were bent over his desk, skirt bunched up around your hips, panties caught around your calves, and matt was pulling down his zipper to free his fully hard cock

the immense relief he felt as he sank into you fully from behind nearly brought him to his knees. he didn't know if it was the heightened allure of having something he wasn't supposed to, or how perfectly your tight cunt enveloped his thick cock, but he quickly got lost in your warm walls like a dazzling labyrinth he never wanted to escape

you were so fucking wet that it was obscene the noises your pussy made welcoming his cock as he pounded into you over and over and over again. but his favorite sound was you chanting his name, desperately pleading for more, which he was all too happy to oblige

you took him so well, your pussy enveloping his cock in a greedy manner, not allowing him the chance to slip out despite how soaked you were. he reached as deep as your body would allow and fucked you relentlessly like a madman on a mission

his rough hands gripped your hips in a bruising manner, and he was completely lost in a fog of lust. it didn't take long for either of you to come undone and it finally clicked for matt that he wasn't the only one that had been depriving himself for the sake of not crossing a boundary when your cunt tightened around his cock before flooding him with your release

matt waited until the absolute last possible second, swiftly pulling out with a hiss as he replaced your pussy with his right hand, stroking his cock at an inhuman speed just a few times before coating your ass in ropes of his come

he collapsed in his chair, but not without wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you down with him. the sound of heavy panting filled his office, and the air was humid and drenched in the scent of sex. matt nuzzled his face into your neck, hugging your back to his chest while the two of you attempted to catch your breath

he's able to pick up on the fact that your heart is still racing not bc of the incredible spontaneous sex, but also out of anxiety about what happens next, so matt decides to break the silence first

"I uh...know this is kinda backwards but, I was wondering if I could take you to dinner?"

in conclusion, he's a fucking menace

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essjujutsu · 24 days ago

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CHAPTER SEVEN : VEGETABLE PASTA

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you put your phone on your bed, checking your alarm clock.

shit, megumi would be here any minute now and you were nowhere near ready. you weren't even sure what the two of you were going to do. you really didn't want to be awkward.

you thought about what nobara said and took a deep breath, rushing downstairs to make sure everything was neat enough. normally, you wouldnt care about how presentable your house looked, but after seeing megumi's over the top perfect house—you didn't want to embrass yourself.

a few moments later, you heard a knock on your door. you quickly fixed up your hair and rushed over to the front door. you opened it, and saw megumi standing there, hands in his sweatshirt pockets. he looked effortlessly relaxed, a subtle sense of calmness about him that made you feel both at ease and a bit nervous at the same time.

"hey."

he entered with a polite greeting, his eyes drifting curiously around the house. you smiled calmly as you responded.

"hi, sorry i know the kitchens a mess...yuji asked if i could cook dinner tonight."

you replied, stepping into the kitchen and trying to move the ingredients yuji left out before he left. a wave of stress washed over you at the thought of cooking dinner; culinary skills weren’t your strong suit. your brother had always taken charge in the kitchen, and with him out late and sukuna working the night shift—the responsibility had fallen to you.

megumi approached quietly behind you, his presence calming as he spoke in a gentle tone.

"its fine, do you need some help?"

"you know how to cook?"

you asked, a bit taken aback. he seemed like the type to have private chefs or something. it surprised you even more that he was offering to help you out.

"yeah, my older sister taught me. what were you planning on making?"

“I’m not really sure.” you admitted. "yuji just set out a bunch of ingerdits we had so i woulnd't have to go to the store, but honestly it just made me more confused."

"well, you've got pasta—and vegetables. so we could make that."

he replied, grabbing the pasta and holding it up to you.

"good idea, that sounds easy enough."

"i'll do the pasta, can you chop vegetables?" he replied, tilting his head to you.

"of course i can, i'm not that bad in the kitchen."

he snorted as you opended up spotify on your phone.

"any song recommendations, chef?"

you asked, teasingly—a tone that rarely graced your lips.

"have you ever listened to weezer?"

he replied, his gaze fixed on the pot as the water boiled, steam swirling like a cool breeze in the air.

"wow, didn't take you as the type of guy to listen to weezer. you seem like the type who says they 'don't listen to music'"

"i'm actually full of suprises, y/n."

he spoke, the playfull banter lighting up the room as island in the sun played low in background.

you chopped tomatos and zucchini, words were absent, but the silence wrapped around you like a warm hug, more comforting than awkward.

"so, you exicted for this party next week?"

just as you tipped the vegetables into the pot of pasta, megumi’s voice rose above the gentle bubbling of the bowl.

"not really—you know im not a fan of partys. being around a bunch of drunk teenagers yelling at each other isn't really my idea of an amazing weekend."

he nodded, a sign of his agreement with you.

after the food was ready, the two of you sat at the small circle dining table that was tucked in the corner of the living room. megumi shared a couple funny storys of his dad satoru and his family. you told him about the time when you convinced yuji that megan thee stallion had died for a tiktok.

however, a sudden noise from outside interrupted your conversation.

as you heard the lock twist through the front door, you silently panicked. was sukuna home from work early? he wouldn't mind that megumi was over—but it would defiantly be awkward.

but the probably worse option was it being yuji, you had accidentally lied to him the night prior about who was coming over, and if he came in to see you and megumi hanging out together—

"y/n, you in here?"

the sound of your brother's voice sent a jolt of panic through you. You had to think fast, make up any excuse.

"y-yeah! just—"

"hey—wait, why's megumi here?"

"he, he came over today and we made dinner."

"i thought nobara was coming over?"

yuji looked confused, and you couldn't fully read his expression. was he mad, upset, or did he not care?

"uh, y/n?"

megumi spoke up, his brow furrowed in confusion, though he didn’t seem angry.

"i think maybe you should go home megumi, i kinda need to talk to yuji— i'm sorry."

he nodded and made his way to the door as yuji still stood in the archway to the living room looking confused.

after the front door shut, your brothers voice spoke once agian.

"why didn't you say megumi was coming over? i’m not mad, i just didn’t realize you two were hanging out like this"

"yuji! it's not like that!"

"well, sorry but it kind of looks that way."

you rolled your eyes at him, the scene reminiscent of your many childhood fights. you two were always close, but that didn’t mean you didn’t argue from time to time—this was just the first argument in a while.

you decided not to say anything more to him and headed upstairs. what didn't he understand? you hoped megumi wasn't upset, you made a mental reminder to explain to him at some point.

the night went on, and even in the small house, you succesuly didn't run into yuji for the rest of the night. each creak of the floorboards you heard in the home served as a reminder of his presence, yet you found solace in your bedroom.

as you went to sleep, you promised yourself that you would talk to him in the morning, once the both of you had a chance to cool off.

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summerslashers · 1 year ago

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Dinner: Thomas Hewitt x Reader

PART ONE | PART TWO

Summary: You have dinner at the Hewitt House. (takes place during tcm the beginning well before the cannibalism)

Warnings: Charlie/Hoyt, Swearing

Author’s Note: This took so long pls forgive me. This is the end of this short series but I will write more small stories that are based off of this series where you live across the street from Tommy :)

You stood on the porch of the Hewitt home with two thick oven mitts protecting your hands and a hot apple pie fresh out of the oven. You just barely had enough time to make a nice dessert without being late, but you didn’t want to show up empty handed after the polite invitation you received. You stood there awkwardly for a moment, trying to figure out how you were going to knock on the door without a free hand to do so. Suddenly, as if someone had read your mind, the door swung open to reveal Thomas.

He was dressed nicely in a button up shirt with a striped tie and a pair of khaki pants. He looked clean, his curly hair soaking wet as if he had just stepped out of a shower. You looked up into his soft blue eyes, a blush warming your cheeks as he gazed at you gently.

“Hi Thomas.” You smiled up at him. “You look really handsome.”

Tommy felt his cheeks grow warm at your sweet compliment, his eyes glancing off to the side and fingers twitching at his sides anxiously. You always made him flustered with your pretty smile and kind words. It was nice.

He stepped aside politely to give you room to come inside, a silent invitation that you gladly accepted. He used a strong arm to hold the door open for you and you joined him in the house, thanking him for the kind gesture.

The inside of Thomas’ home seemed just as big as the outside. It was huge- much bigger than your own small home- with tall ceilings and a large, open foyer. Immediately, there was a delicious, garlicy smell in the air that made your hungry stomach growl, and you could hear the clattering of pots and pans coming from the kitchen in the distance.

“Your house is so nice.” You smiled at Thomas, but before you had the chance to say anything else, an unfamiliar man rounded the corner dressed in a pair of blue jean overalls and a plain baseball cap. He was old- much older than Thomas.

“Well I’ll be fuckin’ damned, Tommy! You didn’t tell me you had a fuckin’ girlfriend!” He grinned, giving Thomas a firm pat on the back. “And she brought dessert too! Shit, I like her already!”

You laughed, and Tommy was sure he had never heard a more beautiful sound in his entire life. Your eyes met his and he swore his heart skipped two beats. It wasn’t a mocking laugh- no. It was a happy, joyful laugh. He couldn’t help but look away again, a cute pink tint to his cheeks that peeked out from behind the black leather mask.

“Oh, mama’s gonna want to meet you.” He smiled, and there was something just a bit off-putting about it. “Mama! Our guest is here!”

“Now I done told you to quit yellin’ in the house, Charlie.” A woman came from what you assumed was the kitchen, scolding the man who simply rolled his eyes in response, muttering a half-hearted apology.

The older woman was dressed modestly, her blonde-gray hair pulled up into a gentle updo and a pair of glasses rested on the bridge of her nose. There were deep wrinkles on her face, her expression stern with furrowed eyebrows and pursed lips. Beads of sweat were forming on her forehead- a result of working in the hot kitchen you were sure. Her expression seemed to soften when she noticed you standing next to Tommy shyly, still holding the hot pie.

“Now aren’t you just the sweetest thing?” She smiled warmly. “You must be y/n.”

“Yes ma’am.” You returned the kind smile. “It’s so nice to meet you.”

“You can call me Luda Mae.” She looked down at the pie in your hands. “Come join me in the kitchen and we can set that down.”

You nodded, smiling back at Thomas before following Luda Mae into the kitchen and setting your apple pie down as instructed. You were relieved to finally take the hot oven mitts off of your hands, and you set them off to the side where they wouldn’t get in the way. It was then that you noticed the small vase with the wildflowers you had gifted earlier that day with a soft smile on your lips.

Luda Mae turned away to stir a pot on the stove, adding what looked to be salt and pepper to whatever it was she was making. It still smelled wonderful.

“Not often we get new folk ‘round here,” she spoke as she made her way around the kitchen, working quickly to finish things up. “Almost didn’t believe it when word got out that someone moved into that house-” She chuckled softly before continuing.

“And you’ve been so kind to my boy, Tommy.”

You smiled brightly. “Thomas is wonderful. I was so nervous to introduce myself earlier, but he was really sweet about everything.”

“He’s a real nice boy,” Luda Mae gushed, happy that someone else could appreciate her son just as much as she did. “Been treated poorly his whole life- nothin’ but cruelty and ridicule from folk that don’t take the time to know or understand him. Never did nothin’ to deserve it either. It’s nice to see someone finally treatin’ him the way he ought to be.”

“I could never be mean to Thomas.” You spoke fondly of the man, your brows furrowed sadly at the thought that he had been mistreated. “He’s too kind.”

Luda Mae smiled softly and hummed in agreement, turning off the stove and setting the pot aside on a cold burner where it could cool down a bit. She turned to face you, her eyes wandering down to the apple pie you made. It turned out just shy of perfect. The crust was golden brown and it had a crunchy cinnamon sugar crumble on the top.

“Thank you for providin’ dessert.” She smiled at you warmly. “Nice of you to go through the trouble of doin’ that.”

“I didn’t want to seem rude,” you smiled shyly. “It wouldn’t feel right showing up with nothing after your nice invitation.”

“Well that’s awful’ polite of you.”

You smiled, looking around the messy kitchen for a moment. “Is there anything I can help with?”

“You really are just the sweetest thing,” she said. “How about you help Tommy set the table while I clean this mess in here.”

You nodded in agreement, glad that you could be of some help.

“Thomas Brown Hewitt, get in here and go help set the table,” she said firmly as she set a stack of wide rim soup bowls, silverware, and napkins down on the countertop beside you.

The man lumbered into the room, his eyes meeting yours. You smiled at him softly as he walked over to you, picking up the bowls and silverware that suddenly seemed a lot smaller in his large hands.

“I’ll get these,” you grabbed napkins before turning to face the large man. “Will you show me where the dining room is?”

He nodded, waiting and making sure you were ready before leading the way. He guided you through the house to a large, open room. In the center was a large dining table with an elegant table cloth and white lace table runner. Above the table were high ceilings and a chandelier style light. There were six chairs around the table, and at each spot at the table there was an empty glass. You silently wondered if there were one or two more people you hadn’t met yet.

You moved to stand next to Thomas as he set the bowls and silverware down on the table. You did the same with the napkins. You both reached for the stack of bowls, your fingertips brushing together for a moment. The two of you looked up at one another and retracted your hands slightly, a small laugh escaping your lips as your cheeks grew warm.

“Sorry,” you smiled and awkwardly gestured for him to go first.

You and Thomas spent the next few minutes working together to set the table in comfortable silence, exchanging glances every so often. Each time your eyes would meet you would smile at him warmly, something that made his heart flutter and cheeks turn pink.

As the two of you finished, Luda Mae called for Charlie and another man named Monty, letting them know that dinner was ready before entering the room. She set the large pot of what you could now see was stew onto the table. Neither Thomas nor Luda Mae had taken their seat yet, and you were still waiting for Charlie and Monty, so you stood politely to the side near Thomas to wait for further instruction.

After a short moment, the unfamiliar man, Monty, entered the room. He looked to be close to Luda Mae’s age with lots of deep wrinkles on his face and gray hair peeking out from beneath his baseball cap. His eyes met yours from behind his glasses and you offered a small wave.

“Y/n, this is my brother Monty.” Luda Mae said, noticing your silent interaction.

“It’s nice to meet you.” You offered a polite smile.

“Somethin’ smells damn good, mama!” Charlie announced loudly as he entered the room, standing above what you assumed to be his chair at the head of the table, resting a hand on the polished wood. “Now everyone take your seats and bow your damn heads so we can say grace.”

Luda Mae shot him a disapproving glance and shook her head, but said nothing as everyone began to take their seats. You ended up sitting between Thomas and the empty chair at the end of the table, silently grateful that Thomas had put himself between you and Charlie.

“Now,” Charlie said, still standing tall and proud at the head of the table. “Let us give thanks for this meal which the Lord has provided us. Bow your heads.”

After the short prayer, everyone passed their bowls to the front where Charlie put a generous helping of stew in each one. Soon, everyone had their food and a tall glass of water in front of them, and it was finally time to eat. You were so hungry after a long day of unpacking at home and the stew looked absolutely delicious. It was steaming hot and contained large chunks of meat, plenty of vegetables, and potatoes all sitting in a thick broth. Everyone began eating and as expected, it was delicious.

“Thank you so much for dinner.” You said to Luda Mae, who was sitting across from you. “It’s very good.”

“Why thank you, dear.” She smiled. “It’s a pleasure havin’ you here with us.”

“Thank you.” You smiled back shyly. “It’s really nice being here.”

The two of you continued to make small talk over dinner, the men at the table remaining mostly quiet as they ate their food. The only exception was the occasional comment or question from Charlie who always seemed to have something unpleasant to say. Even then, you were happy with how well everything was going with your new neighbors.

After everyone had finished their meal, you and Luda Mae went to the kitchen where you brought out dessert and plates to serve it on. You gave each person a large piece of your apple pie and everyone seemed happy to indulge. You were given several compliments. Even Monty told you that it was good and he hadn’t said a word for the entire meal. Thomas, on the other hand, didn't need to say anything. You could always see the gratitude in his eyes when he looked at you. It made you smile.

Soon, everyone was done with dessert, and the table was littered with dirty plates, crumpled up napkins, and empty cups. Charlie excused himself from the table, and Monty did the same, both carrying a stack of dirty dishes to the kitchen. It was just you, Luda Mae, and Thomas.

“Would you like me to help you with the dishes, ma’am?” You asked Luda Mae as you placed your own dishes, silverware, and napkins into a neat stack in front of you.

“Don’t you worry about that, dear.” She said appreciatively. “I’ll take care of it.”

“Are you sure?”

“‘Course I’m sure.” She smiled, standing up from her seat. You and Thomas did the same. “Besides, it’s gettin’ late. Tommy, how’s about you walk with her ‘n make sure she gets home safe.”

Thomas nodded his head with sincerity in his eyes and body language. Of course he would keep you safe. He wanted to be by your side, to protect you and care for you.

You smiled up at him. “Thank you, Thomas. That would be really nice.”

You stood in the foyer at the front door with Thomas at your side, and Luda Mae returned your cookie platter, empty pie plate, and oven mitts.

“Thank you so much for everything,” you smiled at the woman. “It was really nice meeting everyone and the meal was wonderful.”

“Thank you, dear. It’s been a pleasure havin’ you here with us.” She looked at Thomas. “You get her home safe now.”

With that, you and Tommy were on your way, walking side by side down the long driveway towards your house. The sun had just gone down, the orange sunset fading away and darkening into the night sky. It was peaceful, the only sound was the gravel crunching beneath your feet and the insects chirping in the distance. You liked being by Thomas. It was nice.

The two of you walked in comfortable silence until you reached the front door of your small house. You turned to look at Tommy with a content smile on your lips.

“Thank you for walking me home- and for having me over. It was really nice.”

Tommy looked at you fondly, with that usual softness in his eyes that brought warmth to your cheeks and butterflies in your stomach. He didn’t need to speak, because you could always understand what he was trying to tell you simply by the way he would look at you.

“I hope I see you again soon.” You smiled, though you were sad that the night had come to an end. “You’re welcome to come over here any time... I really like spending time with you.”

Tommy felt his cheeks grow warm, his hands fidgeting at his sides and his weight shifting just slightly. You were so kind to him and he was sure that he would never get used to your sweetness. It made him feel so warm, so happy inside. There was a twinkle to his eyes as he looked at you, a joyful expression shown only through his eyes and nothing else. That was all you needed.

You stepped inside of your home, not yet closing the door as you looked so fondly at the man on your porch.

“Goodnight, Thomas.”

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oepionie · 2 years ago

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—"THAT'S MY LULLABY" leona kingscholar

SYNOPSIS: While putting your cub (and husband) to sleep, you decide to sing her a traditional yet slightly…spiteful lullaby.

⊹ [ cw ] — children(?), talks about political lineage, slight mention of leona's trauma ◞

⊹ [ tags ] — female reader! fluff! angst if you squint, girl-dad leona brainrots, reader sings zira's lullaby◞

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"Now, Zahra, it's best if you don't run so quickly."

As you make your way to the enormous king-sized bed in the room, the drapes of your cream robes glide across the polished stone floors. A tumble of long dark braided locks and adorably round ears bounce as your itty-bitty daughter jumps onto the mattress, scrambling over to the enormous figure laying in the middle.

As Zahra moves closer to the blanket-clad body, her tail flutters joyfully in the air. With a loud, high-pitched roar, she pounces on her prey—landing atop Leona's stomach and knocking the air out of her father's lungs.

"Pap?" she calls out, pawing at your husband's cheek until he drowsily blinks awake. A low growl bubbles from Leona's throat, hoarse and dry from having been woken up by the small beast scaling him like a mountain while he was sleeping.

"Are you awake?" she asks, tugging at his ears. The lion let out a grunt in response, drowsily opening his arms up and allowing the girl to wiggle into his warm embrace. He gives her tangled mop of hair a tender kiss, then buries his face in it, sighing heavily.

"Where's your mother?" he murmurs.

"There!" Zahra beams, pointing to you with her tiny hands. Leona moves to turn to you, jade green eyes drinking in the sight of your figure dressed in a sleeping robe that looked far from modest.

All of a sudden, his tail coils up and tightens around your waist, tugging you forward until your noses and lips brushed dangerously near each other. Tutting, you smack his chest, glowering at his arrogant and smug expression. "Leona!"

"Yeah, yeah. Just c'mere." Without missing a beat, he dragged you into his bed, engulfing both you and Zahra in his firm arms.

The two of you, mother and daughter, giggle as the lion plants warm kisses on each of your cheeks, arms protectively wrapped around your bodies. Soon enough, his affections dissipate your anger, replacing it with something warm and loving.

"Mmph!" Zahra suddenly hums, stretching her arms up as she tosses and turns in between you both. Her cheek then rests on Leona's chest, big doe eyes darting between you both, unable to focus on just one. "I'd like a lullaby."

"A lullaby?" you repeated as you sat up to pinch the cub's cheek between your pointer finger and thumb. "You want a lullaby?"

Zahra nods her head excitedly, glossy eyes practically begging for you to sing her a song.

A memory then roused, faint through the veil of your teenage years long since abandoned, but just barely there. Memories of your fingers threading through Leona's hair as he lay in the botanical gardens, being lulled to sleep by the lullaby that moved from your lips.

Those memories seem like so long ago, now.

"All right," you say, smiling, "hush now, my little one; you must be exhausted." The two lions were now staring at you silently, both eagerly awaiting the soft song you promised.

As a low hum spills from your tongue, Leona's eyes momentarily widen when he recognizes the tune, a pleased smirk playing on his lips.

Threading your finger into Zahra's knotted hair, you can barely remember the words but…you begin to sing.

"Sleep, my little Zahra. Let your dreams take wing." The cub was already fluttering her green eyes close, cheek pressed to her father’s sharp collarbone as her legs sway to the beat. "One day, when you're big and strong, you will be a king."

Zahra let out nonsensical babbles into his skin, trying to sing along as she buries her face farther against his collarbone. Leona feels his lips crack up into a fond smile and you, too, grin, continuing the song.

"The melody of angry growls," your hand trails up Zahra's back, raking into her hair as you brush the loose strands away from her face. "A counterpoint of painful howls."

"A symphony of death, oh my~" Voice a tad bit breathless, you looked down at the drowsy cub in your husband's embrace. By this time, Zahra had fallen asleep, and Leona could feel her tiny, quiet puffs of breath on the side of his neck.

Pressing a lithe kiss atop her forehead, you hum out the final line, finally easing her into dreamland. "That's my lullaby."

As your song ended, the second-born prince gazed upon his child and saw all the years of his own suppressed pain and agony reflected in her.

In his chest, an uneasy and unpleasant sensation arose. He was all too aware of the influence and upheaval that the politics surrounding royal lineages had.

Zahra, though, unlike him, had a chance.

And Leona was going to make sure that it doesn't slip away from her grasp.

"It's okay," The prince murmurs, his voice as gentle and soothing as possible so as not to disturb her. "You'll be a king soon enough."

"I'll make sure of it."

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #leona kingscholar #leona kingscholar x reader #twst leona kingscholar #leona kingscholar x mc

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Cat and Mouse Pt. 1

Summary : You're the notorious Black Cat, a cat-burglar who initially caught Spiderman's attention. Engaging in a thrilling cat-and-mouse game with the web-slinger, the stakes escalate when you stole from the Avengers, prompting them to send the Winter Soldier to capture you.

Pairings : Bucky Barnes x f!reader as Black Cat x Peter Parker

Tags : Eventual Smut, Witty, Cunning, Sly, Banter, Flirting, Teasing

Words : 11k+ (This is why I have to divide it into 2 parts lol)

A/N : Big thanks to @nayala for this fantastic request! Writing this story has been an absolute blast, especially with the witty and flirty banter between the characters. I've decided to spice things up by introducing Peter Parker, aka Spiderman, to the mix, considering Black Cat's connection to the Spiderverse. Quick heads up, Peter Parker here is 18, as there'll be plenty of playful flirting and teasing from the reader. But fear not, the smutty goodness will be reserved for our dear Bucky. Enjoy the ride!

You were the infamous black cat, an elusive thief that was known to be very dangerous and seductive. It was easy for you to sneak past any guard, get in and out without a trace, and have them clueless as to who was responsible for it all.

You had been following your father's footsteps, wanting to continue his legacy, and become the greatest cat burglar of all time. So far, you've made a name for yourself. However, there was a small problem that you faced. You met by one of the biggest and most troublesome obstacles yet. The ever famous Spider-Man.

You noticed he had been watching and following you for the last few heists. He thought you didn't know he was there, but you could sense his presence. You wondered when he would try and take you on. You pretended not to know, you wanted to play his little game. You were a master at this little game of hide and seek you had with him.

You could see the excitement and anticipation in his body language, the way he would move and watch you, his excitement only grew as he continued to follow you. He was getting more confident with his moves, as well. You couldn't help but to chuckle to yourself seeing him, "He's getting more bold," you mumbles to yourself while watching him swinging with his web, "and a little less sneaky."

One night, a particular target caught your attention. It was a ruby gemstone, the largest one of its kind in the world. It was so enticing, and you wanted to add it to your collection, so you went on your merry way to go get it. It was also the time has come for him to show himself and try and put an end to your little games.

"It's time," you said as you prepared to enter the store.

The night was young, and you could feel the electricity of the air as you snuck through the night. You climbed onto the roof of the jewelry store, making your way to a window, and slipped inside. You landed on your feet and immediately made your way to the door. You peeked outside, the coast was clear. You slowly opened the door and looked both ways. Once again, no sign of anyone.

You began to make your way towards the room with the jewellery and was working on cutting the glass of the window you were going through with your claws. The security in this building was awful, it was so easy turning off the alarm and drugging the security. After that you quickly put the jewellery stone inside your suit but were interrupted by a web being shot onto your hand.

"I would like to politely request that you not do that." Spider-Man said, hanging from a web above you.

You couldn't help but smirk, turning around to face him. "Well, look who decided to join the party. Pleasure meeting you," you said with a hint of sarcasm. "But I would like to politely ask you to kindly fuck off" With a swift motion, you pulled out one of your claws and sliced through the web.

"I don't think the owner will like the way you broke the window. Or how you plan to take what doesn't belong to you."

You sighed, looking around at all the glass now on the floor, "Well, I guess I'm gonna have to do a little more damage control."

"I can't let you do that, Miss-,umm" Spider-Man trailed off, unsure what to call you. “Miss Black Cat.”

"Miss Black Cat," you chuckled with the nickname he called you. "Wow, so fomal. And, really, I'm just here, minding my own business, doing my thing."

"Breaking and entering is illegal," He pointed out.

"I'm just doing the owner a favour, they didn't have proper security installed. So really, I'm doing them a favour." You shrugged as he swung down to the ground, landing gracefully amidst the shattered glass.

Spider-Man pulled on the web, pulling you closer. "That's not how it works."

"It's not?" You asked, placing a hand over your heart in faux surprise. "Well, shoot, here I am, just trying to be a good Samaritan. Thought I was doing the right thing. What a shame."

"I guess they weren't counting on having the most notorious jewel thief in New York City."

Your laughter filled the air as you grabbed his web. "Flattered, really." With a swift motion, you ripped the web off your wrist and pulled on the end still in his hands, drawing him closer. You traced the contours of his mask with a teasing touch. "You're quite the fan, huh?"

You could tell he was embarrassed, because he stammered for a bit before answering. "What? No, I'm- I'm just- I'm trying to-"

You pressed a finger to his lips. "It's okay, no need to hide it."

He shook your hand away from his face, "Well, it is kind of my job to know you. You're one of the few people I actually have to keep a close eye on. Especially with all the trouble you've caused."

"Trouble? Well, you know, darling, they say trouble is just another word for fun," you teased, twirling a lock of your hair with a flirtatious smile.

He regained some composure, tried to steer the conversation back to seriousness. "Fun or not, breaking the law has consequences. You can't just waltz in and decide what's right."

You tilted your head, examining him with a glimmer of mischief. "Oh, but I beg to differ, Spider. I've been doing it for quite some time now. And honestly, where's the thrill in following all the rules?" Then you shoved him, you began walking away, but you could hear him following you.

"No, no, no, you're not leaving. Not until you give back what you took."

"Um, okay, uh, no thank you," he muttered, shaking his head.

"What? Don't want to see what's underneath?" you teased.

He shook his head, flustered. "That's not—no. I'm—no. I'm not doing that."

You flashed a playful smile. "Alright. Suit yourself."

"Look, let's make this quick and easy for both of us," He urged, attempting to bring the situation back to seriousness. "Just give me back what you stole, and I'll let you off."

Your grin widened as you stopped and turned to face him. "Oh, Spidey, always in a rush. Where's the fun in quick and easy? But fine, you can check. I've got nothing to hide… except maybe a few secrets," you added with a wink, keeping the playful tone alive in your exchange.

“Fine, you leave me no choice." He shot out two webs, aiming for your legs. You dodged, jumping back, landing on your feet.

"You're fast," he remarked, genuine surprise in his voice.

"And you're predictable," you quipped, shooting a grappling hook that latched onto his arm.

You skillfully reeled in the grappling hook and, with a swift motion, tossed him aside. He tumbled and hit the ground, but Spider-Man was on his feet in an instant, standing before you. "You're stronger than you look," he admitted. Undeterred, he shot out more webs, attempting to ensnare you, but you deftly dodged each one.

"Oh, and you're not as strong as you think you are," you retorted with a smirk, seizing the opportunity to run at him. A well-placed kick to the chest caught him off guard, sending him flying into a nearby wall. As he struggled to get back on his feet, you couldn't help but taunt, "Come on, where did that spirit of yours go?"

He shot out more webs in an attempt to capture you, but your agile moves allowed you to dodge and roll away. "Well, that was unexpected," he remarked.

"You're not the only one who can do acrobatics, sweetie," you laughed, staying one step ahead utilizing the momentum to turn a stumble into a graceful run toward the exit.

"Hey, wait!" He called out, shooting a web at the door. He tried again, attempting to catch you, but each time, you skillfully evaded his web shots. Undeterred, he continued his pursuit, shooting webs that you effortlessly dodged.

With a quick cut of the web and a deftly handled device, you pressed a button and slipped through the roof. "This isn't the last time you're going to see me, Spidey. See you later."

"Well, I guess there's always next time," He muttered, watching as you disappeared into the night.

It had been a few couple of days since you last saw Spider-Man, and you were actually glad. He was cute and all, but his constant need to try and stop you was really getting annoying. The next time you met was a few weeks later. You were stealing a painting, when once again you were stopped by Spider-Man.

"I thought I told you, I'm not interested." You said, before he could say anything.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"We have a history. We go back and forth. And we both know how it's going to end. So why don't you just make this easy on us both, and just turn around and leave."

"I can't. Not while you're doing illegal activities." He said, as he shot his webs at you. You managed to dodge, but that only resulted in him wrapping them around the painting instead.

"I appreciate the concern, Spidey, but you really should consider a new hobby. Maybe knitting?" you quipped, your tone dripping with sarcasm.

He shot you a wry smile, acknowledging the banter. "Breaking the law isn't a hobby.”

With a nonchalant shrug, you retorted, "Well, you have your hobbies, and I have mine. Let's agree to disagree, shall we?"

He seemingly undeterred, finally managed to free the painting from the webbing. "Look, I can't just let you go around stealing things.”

"Why?" you asked, strolling through the museum's long hallways.

He followed after you. "Because stealing is wrong," he said, as if stating the most obvious thing in the world.

"Who says?"

"Society."

"Oh please, society is messed up anyway," you scoffed, continuing down the hallway with a nonchalant air. Uncertain of your destination, you pressed on. "Besides, stealing is such a strong word. I prefer borrowing."

"And how long do you plan on keeping these 'borrowed' items."

"That depends. How long does a loan usually last?" You said, before you cut the painting from the wall and took off running. Spider-Man was following close behind and managed to get ahead of you.

"You're not leaving with that."

"Then come and stop me." You challenged.

He shot his webs at you, and managed to take you down, but you weren't going to make it that easy for him. You got free from the webs and ran off once more. The game went back and forth, until the painting was covered in webbing and completely ruined.

"Now look at what you did. Again." You said, pointing at the ruined artwork. "Don't you have anything better to do, than follow me around, and ruin my plans?"

"Nope, and I don't know why you keep stealing. And I can't just turn a blind eye to crime."

You tilted your head, a sly smile forming on your lips. "Crime is subjective, Spidey. What's a crime to you might be art to someone else. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, right?"

He shook his head, clearly not buying your philosophical spin on the situation. "You're making this more complicated than it needs to be."

"That's my specialty," you replied with a wink, deftly snagging another painting, this one being the most valuable. You effortlessly slipped into the shadows, aware of him trailing close behind. Jumping out of a window, you landed gracefully on the roof, greeted by the sprawling city lights below. "Hey, wait!" he called, climbing out the window and shooting a web to pull himself up.

"Why don't you just relax for a bit? Take in the view. It's pretty nice, isn't it?" you suggested, taking a few steps back, still fixated on the illuminated skyline.

"Um, yeah, it is." He said, slowly walking towards you.

"Just look at all those buildings. So shiny. So tall," you remarked, gazing at the New York view. "Too bad they're probably full of assholes."

He was unsure how to respond, choosing silence over an awkward reply.

Turning your attention back to him, you teased, "So, are you an asshole, Spidey?"

"What? No! I'm not an asshole.”

"Well, that's good to know," you remarked with a mischievous grin. Without missing a beat, you began sprinting towards the edge. Just before leaping off, you playfully left him with, "See you later."

He swiftly shot a web in an attempt to catch you, successfully snaring your arm. "I can't let you get away."

"You could if you tried," you teased, smirking, "But I suppose I can't blame you for having an unrequited crush on me."

"A crush? What the- I'm not- that's not-."

"How cute." Without hesitation, you jumped off, clutching the stolen painting, and landed gracefully on a lower building.

He swung after you, a mix of frustration and determination etched on his face. "Hey, wait a second!" he exclaimed. "That's not fair!"

"It is," you replied, looking up at him. "You should have expected that, considering we've known each other for a while now."

"Yeah, well, you should expect that I'll come after you."

"That's what make this fun." You laughed, before running into the alley and disappearing into the darkness. The two of you continued chasing each other, and you were enjoying every minute of it. You had never been caught, and you were glad that you finally had a worthy opponent.

You soon realized you were heading towards the water. You jumped off the pier, and landed on a boat. You then quickly hid behind the wheelhouse. He couldn't find you, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to try. You heard him climbing on top of the roof, and you held your breath.

He was close, but you knew he wouldn't see you. You knew this, because you had done this many times before. You were an expert at this.

"Dammit!" he yelled, a clear sign of frustration. "Not again! Where'd she go? Why do I even bother?"

You had to hold back your laughter, as he continued looking for you.

"Hello, Mr. Stark, sorry for calling you late at night." You could hear Spider-Man talking on his communicator. He was talking to Iron Man. You had heard about him before, but you had never met him.

"Do you know what time it is? You should be in bed," Tony scolded, his voice coming through the communication device.

"Yeah, well..." Spider-Man sighed.

"Don't tell me you're chasing that Black Cat again?" Tony guessed, cutting straight to the point.

You couldn't help but smirk at the mention of your name. 'Oh, so you've been filling him in on our little game. How cute.’

He hesitated before responding, "Maybe? She-"

Tony swiftly cut him off, his tone firm. "How many times do I have to tell you to stop chasing after her?"

"I know Mr. Stark, but she-"

"But nothing. She's not someone you should be chasing after," Tony stated, not allowing any objections. "She's not your concern, Peter. Now go home."

'His name is Peter huh.' You were a bit disappointed to learned his name, you were enjoying not knowing his identity, it made everything more exciting.

Peter sighed. "You don't understand, Mr. Stark. The Black Cat, someone has to stop her.”

"And that someone is not you. You've got better things to worry about. No need to worry about low level criminals. Leave that to the police. It's not your job to worry about that."

'Low level? Oh, you wish.' You couldn't believe your ears. Did Tony Stark just call you a low level criminal? 'Ooh, you're going to regret saying that.'

"Mr. Stark, she's dangerous," Peter said, as if trying to convince Tony of the dangers you posed.

"No, she's not. She's just some chick who's into cat burglary. Leave her to the cops.”

"But-“ Peter whined.

"What did I say? I don’t want to hear another words from your mouth." Tony's tone was serious, "Go home. Don't make me get the suit."

He sighed, "Yes sir."

You had to keep yourself from laughing.

"Good. Goodnight kid." Tony ended the call.

"Night." He mumbled.

You waited until he was out of earshot, before you stepped out of the wheelhouse. What Tony just said about you hurt your pride, it was like he didn't consider you a threat. As if you weren't worth the attention. Well, now he was going to get your attention. And you were going to make him regret those words.

"Well, I guess I'm gonna have to pay him a visit."

You had spent 3 weeks staking out the Avengers Tower. You knew the building had advanced security systems, so you had to be extra careful. The plan was simple. You would steal something to get Tony's attention and proved him wrong. Then, you'd make sure he would notice. After all, you weren't some low level criminal.

"I got this." You said, as you took out a device, which you invented, and attached it to the wall. You activated it, and watched as a hologram appeared. It was a map of the building, showing all the rooms, and where the security cameras were.

You were surprised by how easy it was, and you began to wonder if they knew that you were coming. "Okay, the camera's will be off for a minute." You said, as you climbed into the open window. You made sure to stay close to the wall, so you wouldn't be seen.

You were wearing all black, and had a mask over your face. You also had gloves on, so you wouldn't leave any prints. The hallway was quiet, and empty. It seemed like everyone was either asleep or gone. You could hear voices coming from a room down the hall.

You stopped when you reached the end of the hallway. You heard footsteps coming your way. You looked around, and saw a vent above you. You took out a device that would give you a boost, and used it. You jumped into the vent, and quickly covered the hole with a metal cover.

"Okay, now what?" You asked yourself. You crawled through the vent, and kept an eye out for anything. You soon found that looked like a lab, and it was filled with computers, and other strange gadgets.

"This looks like it's the right place." You said. "Now, to get to work."

Before you could make a move, a man entered the room, catching your attention. Long hair cascaded down his back, metal arm on his left side. You didn't know who this man was, but there was something about him, that made your heart race.

The man had his back turned to you, and he didn't seem to notice you. He sat down at a computer and started typing. He looked so hot sitting there, with his hair pushed back, and his muscles flexing as he typed.

You wanted to know what he was working on, so you crawled quietly to the next vent. This one was right above his head, and you could see the screen clearly. It was an algorithm to track a specific energy signature.

'Hmm, interesting.' You thought. You were tempted to steal the drive, but you decided not to. It would have been a shame if it went missing. 'Maybe later.' You thought.

Immersed in your observation, a voice abruptly shattered the silence. "Bucky?" a voice questioned, causing both you and the man, apparently named Bucky, to startle.

"Nat?" he responded. "What are you doing here?"

"I came to check up on you," Nat said with genuine concern. "How are you doing?"

"I'm okay," Bucky replied without meeting her eyes, his focus resolutely fixed on the computer. "I'm working on something."

“Are you still trying to figure out where that energy signature was coming from?"

"Yeah." Bucky responded curtly.

"But, it's late, and I think you need to relax."

"I don’t need to relax. I need to find that energy signature." Bucky snapped.

"Bucky, you have all been working non-stop." Nat pointed out. "Me, Steve, and the others are having drinks at the bar, why don't you come and join us."

"No."

"Come on, it'll be fun. We can get a drink, dance, and just have a good time."

"I don't have time to have fun, I need to focus." Bucky growled.

Nat approached him, "Taking a break doesn't mean losing focus, Bucky. Sometimes, stepping away for a while can give you a fresh perspective."

Bucky shot her a skeptical glance. "I don't see how a night out will help me find this signature."

"You might be surprised," she quipped, a playful glint in her eye. "Besides, we all could use a break, especially you. Come on. Work can wait, it's not going anywhere."

Finally, with a resigned sigh, he relented, "Fine."

Observing the scene unfold, you couldn't help but be intrigued by Natasha's persistence. A twinge of annoyance crept in, surprising you with its intensity.

"Alright, let's go," Nat declared, seizing Bucky's hand and pulling him out of his seat.

As they exited the room, an unwelcome sense of jealousy tinged your thoughts. 'What's wrong with me? Why do I care if he joins the party or not?' you questioned, puzzled by the unexpected surge of emotions. 'I don't even know them.'

You watched them walk out of the room. As you watched him leave the room, you thought about how hot he looked, and how much you wished you were at that party with him. But you had better things to do, and you couldn't afford to be distracted by a pretty face.

You waited until they left, and then crawled out of the vent. You took a few minutes to look around the lab. It was pretty standard and had everything a lab needed. But you couldn't find anything worth stealing, which was a disappointment.

You were about to leave, when something caught your eye. It was a small metal box, with lock on it. You figured there must be something important in there. Maybe you could find some new tech to play with.

'Oh this look important.' You thought. You walked over to picked it up. It was surprisingly light, and it had a small keyhole on the side. 'Damn it. I guess I'll have to pick the lock.'

You were good at picking locks, but it was time consuming, and you were on a time limit. You carried the case to a table, and placed it down. You were about to pick the lock, when you heard footsteps approaching. You quickly moved to the nearest vent, and slipped inside. You held your breath, as the footsteps got closer.

"You forgot something, Barnes?" A male voice asked

Curiosity getting the better of you, you edged closer to the vent, peering through to identify the individuals. You also didn’t recognize him.

"Yeah, the case," Bucky replied, lifting it from the table. "Why is it on here? I didn’t put it on the table.”

He seemed skeptical, throwing Bucky a knowing look. "You sure about that?" he asked.

"Positive. I wouldn't put it here. I wouldn't risk someone stealing it," Bucky asserted, his tone resolute.

"You sure about that?" Sam asked, giving him a knowing look.

"Positive. I wouldn't put it here. I wouldn't risk someone stealing it."

Sam chuckled. "Okay first of all, who in their right mind will steal from the avengers? Second of all, you're forgetting that you are in the Avengers Tower and not in the woods somewhere."

The irony of Sam's remark didn't escape you. Bucky did give off “live-in-the-woods” vibe, and you suppressed a laugh at the mental image.

"It's a possibility, Sam," Bucky insisted.

"Yeah, and I have a chance of getting a million dollars and marrying Beyonce." Sam retorded with a grin on his face.

"What's that got to do with this?" Bucky asked.

"Nothing, just making a point." Sam said.

"And the point is?"

"That you're overreacting." Sam playfully smacked Bucky's shoulder. "Chill out, man. You'll give yourself an aneurysm."

"Shut up."

Sam laughed, unfazed. "Whatever you say, Grumpy. Now drop the case and let's get going."

"You're an idiot." Despite the protest, Bucky complied, dropping the case just as Sam suggested. A triumphant smile crossed your face—your plan was back on track.

Sam shrugged, maintaining his easygoing demeanor. "At least I'm a happy idiot."

Rolling his eyes, Bucky turned around, making his way towards the door. Sam smirked and, after a quick glance around, strolled out. "Hey, maybe we'll find you a date!"

"Sam, for the last time, I don't need a date."

"You're going to die alone."

"No I won't, because I won't be dying."

Sam chuckled. "Okay, Mr. Smarty Pants."

"Stop calling me that." Bucky shot back, feigning annoyance.

You waited a few minutes to make sure he was gone, before crawling out of the vent. A sly smile played on your lips as you cradled the case in your hands. "Oh, Sam, you really are an idiot."

You put the case into your bag before walking out of the lab, and into the hallway. You knew there were cameras, but you had disabled them before entering the room. No one would know you were there. You exited as you came in. You had made sure the coast was clear, and you climbed down the side of the building. You landed softly on the ground, and placed the case in your backpack.

"Well, that was easy." You said.

You started walking home, and you couldn't stop thinking about Bucky. You wanted to see him again. Maybe next time, you could stay longer.

You entered your apartment, and locked the door behind you. You went to took off your bra as you went to the kitchen, and made yourself a cup of tea. You sat on the couch, and grabbed the briefcase you stole earlier.

"Let's see what you have in store for me." You said.

You carefully removed the lid, and peered inside. You saw a metal and picked it up. You could feel the weight, and the cold metal. "Is this the famous vibranium?" You went to examine to confirm, and yes it was vibranium. "Damn, this is going to fetch a nice price."

You examined the rest of the case, but it was mostly just papers and pictures. You closed the case, and placed it on the table. You leaned back, and sipped your tea. You finished your tea, and went to take a shower. You cleaned yourself and changed into a fresh set of pajamas.

The realization dawned on you that the Avengers were likely aware of the missing case by now. It was all part of the thrilling game you reveled in. Your mind danced with curiosity about their reactions—shock, anger, confusion? A mischievous smile adorned your face. "This is going to be fun."

Before your departure, you had strategically placed cameras and bugs in the vent to capture their reactions. You powered up the laptop, switching to the hidden camera feed. Lying down on the couch, you patiently waited.

Soon enough, Tony and Bucky appeared on the screen, frantically searching for the missing case. The heated exchange caught your attention. "What the hell are you talking about!? How did it happen? Who did it?" Tony yelled, frustration evident in his voice.

"If I had a clue, we wouldn't be tearing this place apart, would we?" Bucky retorted angrily.

"Gosh, you look so hot right now," you couldn't help but quip with a grin, thoroughly enjoying the spectacle of watching Bucky riled up in the chaos you had orchestrated.

"Where did you last see it?"

"Right here! On the table, but it's not there now!" Bucky snapped.

Tony continued paced around, his arms flailing as he continued to express his incredulity. "This doesn't make any sense! We have state-of-the-art security, and someone waltzes in and takes the vibranium right under our noses? How is that even possible?" Tony shot him an accusatory look.

Bucky, on the other hand, leaned against a table, his arms crossed tightly over his chest. “What are you implying?” His steely gaze bore into Tony, his voice laced with irritation. "You think I had something to do with this, Stark?"

"I'm not saying you did, but it's awfully convenient that you were the last one with the case."

Bucky pushed off the table, walking closer to Tony, a scowl on his face. "Yeah, and I have no idea where it is. So what does that tell you, Stark?"

You watched with an amused smile. "It's like watching a soap opera, but better"

Tony sighed, his expression softening. "We have to find it. And fast."

"You think I don't know that, Stark? You think I wanted this to happen?" Bucky snapped back, his frustration evident. "Maybe if you spent less time throwing parties and more time on security, we wouldn't be in this mess,"

"Let's just stop yelling at each other and figure this out. The longer it takes us, the worse the situation gets." Tony urged, attempting to diffuse the tension in the room.

The two of them sat down on the couch, their heads together in a serious discussion. Tony pinched his bridge nose, "Friday, do a full scan of the building and search every corner. I want to see everything, and I want to see it now! Also, gather everyone immediately.” Tony commanded.

"Yes, sir," responded Friday. "This person is highly skilled, sir. They managed to bypass our security system and erase all camera footage from the lab, even the security tapes. Let me go through all the security feeds. This may take a moment."

As you watched the drama unfold on the laptop screen, you couldn't help but feel a surge of adrenaline. The thrill of outsmarting the mighty Avengers fueled your excitement. "I wonder how long it will take them to figure this out," you mused to yourself, reclining comfortably on the couch.

Interrupting the tense atmosphere, "I could only manage to acquire this footage," Friday announced, and a holographic screen materialized. Both Tony and Bucky fixed their gaze on the video as it played. The stolen vibranium case was clearly visible, andthen you made your dramatic appearance, crawling out of the vent.

Tony, with a grim expression, paused the video and zoomed in on your image. He rewound and replayed the footage several times. "Shit. That's Black Cat," Tony groaned, his frustration evident. "This isn't good."

You couldn't resist a triumphant smirk, knowing you had successfully elevated your status from a low-level criminal to a formidable adversary in their eyes. "Not feeling like such a low-level threat now, huh?" you remarked casually as you heated some food in the microwave.

As Natasha and the others entered the room, you clapped your hands together with a mischievous grin. "Now, let’s get this party started!"

Natasha furrowed her brow, immediately getting to the point. "What's going on here?"

Tony pointed at the empty space where the vibranium case had been. "Someone stole the vibranium.”

Clint, the archer, chimed in, "How did that happen? And who stole it?"

Bucky, looking visibly frustrated, answered, "Black Cat apparently."

Clueless, Sam blurted out, "A cat? What do you mean? How could a cat steal a case that big?"

Your laughter bubbled up—it was both hilarious and a tad sad to witness the confusion.

Bucky snapped, "Not a literal cat, you idiot. Black Cat is her alias. She's a thief, and she's a damn good one." His frustration flared as he continued, "This wouldn’t have happened if you two didn’t force me to go to the party I didn't even want to attend in the first place. But no. You forced me, and look where it got us." Bucky's voice resonated with irritation and anger.

"Bucky calm down." Steve tried to calm him down, "We didn't know this was going to happen."

"Calm down!? Stevie, you are telling me to fucking calm down? Somebody stole our vibranium, and we don't know where it is or what they want with it. We don't know if they're planning on using it or not."

"We'll get it back. I promise."

Your laughter echoed in the background, knowing they were in for a surprise. Their confidence amused you, and you couldn't wait to witness their reactions.

"And how the hell are we going to do that!? We have no clue who she is or what she look like. We don't even know where she’s located."

"Actually someone might." Tony said.

"Who?"

“Peter.”

The room fell into a momentary hush as they processed Tony's revelation.

"How the heck would that kid know anything about this?" Sam questioned, his skepticism evident in his tone.

Tony leaned against a table, folding his arms. "Let's just say he and Black Cat go way back."

You chuckled, "little spidey is in it for the action, huh?"

Natasha raised an eyebrow. "And why haven't we known anything about her until now?"

"Because I thought she wouldn't be a problem, I never expected this." Tony admitted.

"Well, that was dumb," Natasha remarked bluntly, not one to mince words.

"Yeah, thanks," Tony replied, a hint of sarcasm coloring his tone as he met Natasha's direct gaze.

“That's what you get when you underestimate me, Stark,” you said as you casually chewed your food.

"Mr. Parker is on the way up sir." Friday announced, you kinda didn’t want to see his face but you couldn’t help it but find out this way.

You weren't exactly excited to see spiderman's identity, you were enjoying about not knowing who he was, but now that the cat was out of the bag, you were going to find out.

The elevator doors opened and out came a short brunette boy.

"Who would've guessed." you said to yourself. You had thought that underneath that mask he was some badass who was super cocky and was a complete player, but no, he was just some nerdy, cute boy.

"Um Mr. Stark what's going on?" He looked at all the avengers gathered in the room, confused by the unusual meeting. "Why is everyone here? Is something wrong? Am i in trouble? I swear i didn't do anything bad! I was studying when Friday called me and-"

Tony interrupted him, "Hey relax kid. You aren't in trouble, but we are. And we need your help."

"Really?" Peter was surprised, he didn't think he would ever have the opportunity to assist the Avengers, and yet here he was, about to do exactly that.

"Yes. Tell us all you know about your little friend, black cat."

"What? Why do you want to know about her?"

"Well, we have a problem with her. She stole a case full of vibranium."

Peter's eyes widened, and he practically jumped out of his seat. "I knew it! I knew she was gonna do something like this! See, I told you, Mr. Stark, she's trouble! Oh my god, this is crazy. I can't believe this is happening. I told you we should catch her, she—"

Tony raised his hand, cutting off Peter's rapid-fire commentary. "Alright, calm down. We are going to." Peter blushed, his cheeks flushing red, embarrassed by his own outburst. “So, what do you know about her?"

"Nothing. Just what you already know. She is highly intelligent, resourceful, and adaptive. She uses high-tech gadgets to assist her in her crimes, and she has an arsenal of advanced weaponry, including shock nets and explosive collars."

"So we are dealing with a supervillain?" Clint asked.

"No. She doesn't have any superpowers, at least none that I know of. She's just an average human."

"Anything else?"

Peter scratched his head, racking his brain for additional information. "Not that I know of. When we met, we fought, and she escaped. It happened a few times. She's very skilled in hand-to-hand combat. She has a sharp tongue, and she's also very witty. She always disappeared, and I couldn't track her down."

"Do you know how to contact her? Or where she could be right now?" Bucky asked.

"Contact her? Well, she's not exactly on speed dial," Peter replied, furrowing his brows. "And as for where she might be... your guess is as good as mine."

Steve crossed his arms. "We need more information. If she's been elusive so far, there's got to be something we're missing. Any patterns in her heists or specific targets?"

Peter rubbed his temples, racking his brain. "Not that I've noticed. It's like she picks targets randomly. High-value items, but no discernible pattern."

Your grin turned into a full-fledged smile. "Oh, darling, if only they knew."

"Perhaps we need to bait her," Natasha suggested, her eyes narrowing as she assessed the situation. "Set up a tempting target and see if she takes the bait."

Peter frowned, clearly not thrilled with the idea. "It's risky. She's unpredictable."

Unbeknownst to the team, you chuckled to yourself. 'Unpredictable is my middle name.'

"Alright any details that you want to add?” Steve asked him.

Peter shook his head, "No, that’s all I know."

Tony dismissed Peter with a wave, "Thanks for sharing. Now, you can go home. I'm sure your aunt is waiting for you.”

Peter, confused, interjected, "Wait, what? I thought you said we are going to catch her."

Tony clarified, "Yes, what I meant is the adult. Now go home, kid. It’s getting late."

"But Mr. Stark I'm an adult! I'm 18!" Peter protested.

"You are hardly an adult. You still live with your aunt and go to school. That's not an adult. Now go home. We'll let you know if we need your help."

"Come on Mr. Stark please. You are always talking about how great it is to have me on the team and how I'm a great asset, and how I can do a lot of good. Well this is the perfect opportunity. I can be a huge help in catching her." Peter pleaded, his earnestness evident in his wide-eyed gaze.

You smirked hearing his request, "Little spidey wants to play huh."

Tony sighed, contemplating the Peter's request. "Look, kid, this isn't a game. It's dangerous, and you're still learning the ropes."

"But I can handle it! Please let me prove myself.”

Tony crossed his arms, considering the proposal. "Fine, you can go after her.”

Ecstatic, Peter beamed, "Thank you, Mr. Stark! You won't regret it, I promise!" His enthusiasm was palpable, and you couldn't help but smile at his excitement.

However, Tony added a condition, "But in one condition. Someone needs to accompany you."

Peter protested, "What? Wait, Mr. Stark, you know I can just go on my own, right?"

"That's exactly why I'm sending a babysitter with you," Tony retorted. "Considering your track record, I can't risk you turning this into a solo escapade and ending up as a headline in the Daily Bugle."

Before Peter could voice further objections, Tony shifted his attention to the assembled team. "So, any ideas?"

Bucky chimed in, "Maybe we can comb through her previous crime scenes, see if we can unearth anything useful."

"Good idea," Tony acknowledged.

Natasha added, "I'll see what I can dig up."

"Great. Now let's get to work."

As the team started to disperse, heading towards their respective tasks, you couldn't help but grin, “Showtime.”

You knew that the Avengers were actively trying to find you after your last heist, stealing their vibranium was definitely not what they were expecting. You were pretty proud of that achievement, however, you knew that the Avengers would come for you, and that meant you couldn't risk being out and about yet, no matter how much you wanted to go on your little heists, you missed the thrill. You were in hiding, waiting for the buzz to die down and then you could resume your usual schedule.

You had nothing better to do beside plan your next heist, which you'd already done. So, you spent most of your time watching the Avengers from your little cam, seeing what their plans were. But not until Bucky found out about the camera and bugs you had planted.

You were currently on the run, making sure you stayed off the grid. It was hard to be on the run, not when the Avengers were on your ass, and you were getting bored. You had to get back into the swing of things. It was risky, and dangerous, but you couldn't help it. You craved the adrenaline, the excitement, and you missed the chase, not that the Winter Soldier didn't chase you. You knew the moment he found you, the others wouldn't be too far behind.

Not long after that, Bucky keenly aware of your surveillance, confronted you through the camera feed. His intense blue eyes pierced through the lens, and a self-assured smirk played on his lips. "I know you're watching. You think I won’t find out?" he taunted. "You might as well show yourself, sweetheart. We both know I'm going to find you one way or another."

You smirked back at the camera, a shiver running down your spine as his voice resonated through your entire body. You knew he was right. If there was one person who would find you, it would be him, but you were not one to make it easy for him. You'd give them a little bit of a challenge, even though it would ultimately fail, it was still fun.

Bucky then started to walk towards the camera, “I'll find you." You could feel his words reverberate through you, his gaze penetrating, and you almost felt like he could see right through you. Your heart started racing as you imagined him coming after you, and the thought was more exciting than it should have been.

He moved closer, and closer, and closer, and then his hand reached out towards the camera.

You held your breath.

The picture went black.

You rolled your eyes and shut off the screen. He was not wrong. You'd been playing this game of cat and mouse for months, and you'd be lying if you said it didn't make you just the slightest bit curious.

What would it feel like to kiss the Winter Soldier? Or to feel his metal hand around your throat as he fucked you? You'd been lusting over him for a while now, but you knew the moment you met him it was a bad idea, not to mention that the Avengers were out to catch you. However, the thrill of possibly being caught was enough to keep you going.

You groaned and tried to get rid of those thoughts. This wasn't the time to fantasize about your enemy. No, you needed to focus on planning your next move. And what a perfect move it would be.

The Avengers were gearing up to attend an event hosted by a high-ranking political official. They would have all the security they needed, and a lot of their attention would be on the guests. A perfect opportunity for you to steal the artifact that arrived from Russia last week.

You had already made contact with a buyer, and they were very eager to get their hands on the object. All you had to do was get past the guards and the security systems. It would be easy since the avengers and cops would be preoccupied.

It was going to be the heist of the century.

The night of the heist was here. The sun was setting, and you could feel the excitement building inside you. This was your night, and you were going to make sure it was a success. You had spent the last few weeks scouting the area, planning every move meticulously. You knew exactly where you needed to be, and how long it would take you to get there.

You had everything you needed, and now all that was left was to wait. You took a deep breath and looked out the window. The city was quiet, a calm before the storm. You could feel the anticipation, the excitement, the tension in the air. It was going to be a night to remember.

You smiled to yourself, unable to contain your giddiness. This was the moment you'd been waiting for, and you couldn't believe it was finally here. You walked over to the door and placed your hand on the handle.

You opened the door and stepped outside. The cool air hit your face, and you breathed in deeply, savoring the feeling. After staying quiet for awhile, finally you were back in your element. You moved silently through the shadows, your steps barely making a sound. You were a ghost, invisible to the world.

The museum was within sight, and you could see the guards standing guard. They were expecting you, but they had no idea what was about to happen. Your smile grew wider, and you quickened your pace. You reached the perimeter fence and quickly scaled it, dropping down on the other side.

You were in.

You made your way towards the entrance, keeping your head down and sticking to the shadows. The guards didn't notice you, and you slipped past them without a sound. You were inside. Now all you had to do was find the artifact and get out before anyone noticed you.

You moved quickly through the halls, searching for the artifact. You reached the room where the artifact was being displayed, and you could see it sitting in its case, protected by an impenetrable glass.

You had done this many times before, this was your forte. You pulled out your equipment, and with a few quick movements, you had the glass open and the artifact in your hands. You couldn't help but feel a surge of triumph as you held it in your grasp. You had done it.

As you quickly put the artifact in your bag, a sudden interruption jolted your attention – a web shooting through the air. Turning, you found Spider-Man, his presence not entirely unexpected. A smirk adorned your face as you teased, "Hey, Spidey. Miss me?"

He didn't answer. Instead, he shot another web at you, trying to capture your hands. You ducked and avoided it, the grin never leaving your face. You had expected him to come after you. “We need to talk.”

"About what?" you countered innocently.

"This whole thing."

"What whole thing?" You asked, playing dumb.

"You know what I'm talking about."

"I really don't. Maybe you should elaborate."

"The way we keep running into each other, the way you always seem to slip through my fingers. I'm starting to think you're enjoying this."

"Well, it's hard not to when you look so good in that suit," you smirked.

"Is that all this is to you? A game?"

"Isn't that what it is?"

"I'm trying to stop you."

You chuckled, reveling in the cat-and-mouse dynamic between you two. "Oh, Spidey, you're adorable when you play the hero. But deep down, we both know you enjoy the chase as much as I do."

Spider-Man sighed beneath his mask, the frustration evident even without the facial expressions. “You're stealing valuable artifacts and vibranium from us. You are causing chaos. I can't let you continue."

Your smirk betrayed a hint of mischief, but you were running out of time. Your current heist had attracted more attention than anticipated, and your mysterious buyers were becoming increasingly impatient. With the Avengers hot on your trail, escaping quickly became a priority.

"As much as I'd love to continue our little chat..." With a swift motion, you tossed an EMP, electrocuting Spider-Man and causing a temporary distraction. "...I'm afraid duty calls."

Peter lay on the ground, momentarily paralyzed by the electric shock. "You won't be..." he groaned, "...getting away this time..."

"You might want to save your energy, Spidey," you said as you walked past him before you ran toward the exit. You ran off, heading towards the exit.

You were almost there when you heard footsteps behind you. You turned around, and your eyes widened as you saw someone standing there in front of you, towering you with his height.

His gun pointed at you, his metal arm reflecting the light from the lamp. His dark brown hair was messy, like he had just rolled out of bed, and his blue eyes were narrowed, staring you down.

Bucky.

You loved that look.

"Looks like someone in a hurry.” He asked.

You smiled. "Just excited to get home."

"I bet." He took a step closer, and you could feel your heart rate quickening. His proximity was making you nervous. "Hands up, Y/N.”

“Oh, you know my name," you purred, your heart beating faster, the adrenaline rushing through your veins. "I'm so flattered."

"You should be," he growled, stalking towards you. "Because I've been thinking and looking about you a lot."

"Oh, really?" You licked your lips. "I can't say I'm surprised."

"No, you're not." His blue eyes were staring at you, his gaze piercing through your soul. "Now, why don't you tell me what's in the bag?"

"It's not your concern, Bucky," you replied.

"I beg to differ." He cocked his gun, and it clicked as he pulled the trigger. "Now, tell me."

"If I tell you, would you drop the gun?"

He shook his head. "I won't shoot unless I have to, but I can't promise anything else."

You knew you couldn't beat him not with his reflexes. The only way out was to use the element of surprise. You were about to make a move, "Don't even try, Y/N." He warned. "Hands up now."

You decided to play along, and you dropped your bag and raised your hands above your heads. He walked up to you, grabbed the bag. He didn't check the contents, just kept the gun pointed at you. "You're coming with me."

"And what if I don't?" You challenged him.

"Then I'll make you," he growled. "Now, turn around, hands behind your back."

You obeyed, and he pulled a pair of handcuffs out of his pocket. He grabbed your wrist and spun you around, pinning you against the wall. His body pressed against yours, and you could feel the heat of his skin through your clothes. "Oooh, kinky," you said, biting your lip. "You should take me to dinner first."

He was still quiet and shook his head, locking the cuffs around your wrists, pressing his fingers against your pulse, feeling how fast your heart was beating. "That can be arranged," he said, his lips brushing against your ear. "Now, be a good girl and walk."

Your heart skipped a beat as he led you towards the elevator, his grip on your arm firm and unyielding. "Don't try to do anything stupid," he said, his voice low. "You'll regret it."

Peering up at him, you met his intense gaze with determination. "Giving up isn’t my style," you retorted, a hint of defiance in your tone. "I'll find a way out sooner than you think."

"I wouldn't expect anything less," he chuckled, a deep resonance that seemed to linger in the air. "But hate to burst your bubble, sweetheart, you're not going anywhere. I'm not letting you go."

You laughed, the sound echoing through the museum. "You have no idea who you're dealing with," you said, a mischievous grin spreading across your face.

"We'll see about that."

As the elevator doors closed, Bucky pressed the button for the main floor. Silence enveloped you both, your body subtly pressed against his. A coy smile played on your lips as you broke the quiet. "You know, you're a terrible babysitter."

"What?" Bucky turned his gaze to you.

"Little spidey was still upstairs," you replied, a smug smile forming on your lips. "I tucked him into his little nap."

Bucky casually shrugged, "He's a big boy, he can handle it."

"I don't know, he looked really tired," you said, "Maybe you should check on him."

"I'm a bit preoccupied right now," he replied.

"You should hurry then," you insisted, "Wouldn't want anything bad to happen to the dear Spidey."

His eyes narrowed, his grip tightening on your arm.

"What's the matter, Bucky?" you whispered, your voice dripping with taunt. "Are you concerned about little Spidey?"

"Watch it, Y/N," he growled, a low warning in his tone. "I can always toss you in a cell, give you a nice, hard time."

"I didn't expect you to be into that kind of thing," you quipped, a playful glint in your eye. His stern expression softened for a moment, caught off guard by your cheeky remark.

He sighed, his jaw clenched. "Why are you like this?"

"Like what?" you asked innocently, cocking your head to the side. "Adorable and sexy?"

"Insufferable and cocky," he grumbled, glancing away as if trying to resist the charm you exuded.

"Well, it takes one to know one," you said, your laughter echoing in the confined space. He shook his head in mild disbelief, unable to completely conceal the hint of amusement tugging at the corners of his lips.

The elevator doors opened, revealing the lobby surprisingly empty. You were half-expecting the entire Avengers team to be waiting for you. Bucky wasted no time, his grip firm on your arm, as he pulled you out and strode purposefully toward the exit.

The cool night air wrapping around you. You could hear the sounds of traffic and sirens in the distance, the city alive and vibrant. "Are we taking a walk?," you asked. "It's a bit cold for that."

"Don't worry," he said, his fingers brushing against the pulse point in your wrist, sending a shiver down your spine. "We're going to warm you up."

He led you down the sidewalk, the streetlights casting shadows on the buildings. You could see his car waiting in the distance, and you wondered where he was taking you. "Where are we going?" you asked, looking up at him.

"Back to the tower," he replied, his voice low. "We need to get some answers from you."

A mischievous glint danced in your eyes as you teased, "I thought I was going to a cell.”

"No," he clarified, shaking his head. "I have something else in mind."

A playful smile graced your lips as you bit down on the inside of your cheek. "Whatever could it be?" you teased.

"You'll see," he muttered, opening the passenger door of his car.

"How gentlemanly of you," you remarked with a smirk.

He helped you in the car, his fingers brushing against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. You sat in the backseat, your wrists still handcuffed, his scent invading your senses.

You tried to think how could you get out of the cuffs without his notice, but he was too attentive, his eyes constantly watching you. You decided to distract him by bombarding him with lots of questions, "How long have you known my name?," you asked.

His gaze shifting to yours. "A few weeks," he replied. "It's been a while."

Your lips curled into a sly smirk. "So, you've been keeping tabs on me, huh?"

Bucky's response was measured. "You could say that."

Grinning, you playfully added, "I'm flattered."

He shot you a sidelong glance, his eyes taking on a dark and intense edge. "Don't be."

Amused, you let out a throaty chuckle. "Why not?" you prodded.

"It wasn't for a good reason," he replied.

Casually, you dismissed the seriousness of the situation. "I don't care about that," you teased, your voice laced with playful indifference. "It's nice to know someone has been thinking of me."

A snort escaped him, and he responded, "It wasn't like that."

Feigning innocence, you raised an eyebrow. "Oh, so you didn't want to have me all for yourself?" His silence fueled your amusement, prompting you to continue, "I mean, who wouldn't want a piece of all this?" With a playful gesture, you emphasized the cuffed wrists.

“You’re crediting yourself a little bit too much, sweetheart.” His response was cool and collected as he turned his gaze towards you, conveying a sense of unreadable determination. "When I have the time, we're going to have a nice, long conversation."

Leaning forward, you kept the playful tone. "I'd like that," you whispered. "But first, let's play a game."

"We're not playing games," he asserted, his tone firm.

"Afraid you'll lose?" you teased, a glint of mischief in your eyes.

"Hardly," he replied, a smirk gracing his lips. "I'm just not interested in a game where I'm the only player."

"Oh, there will be other players," you said, your voice dropping to a sultry tone. "In fact, they're right behind us."

He glanced in the rearview mirror, and his eyes widened as he saw the cars following him, their lights flashing. "What the hell," he muttered, his grip on the wheel tightening as the unexpected turn of events unfolded.

"Looks like we have company," you said, a smug smile on your lips. "And they don't look very happy."

The pursuing cars closed in, their headlights casting an eerie glow on the darkened streets. Bucky's jaw tightened as he navigated the car through the winding roads, trying to shake off the relentless pursuit. "Who the hell are they?" he growled, his eyes flicking between the road and the rearview mirror.

"Oh, I don't know. I didn't invite them." You leaned back in your seat, feigning innocence.

Bucky shot you a skeptical glance through the mirror, you raised your eyebrow, “What?” His gaze was dangerous, “You know I’m not the only one who fancy art in this city.”

Bucky grunted in frustration, his gaze narrowing as he focused on the road ahead. "How many are there?" he asked, his voice rising. His foot pressing the gas even harder.

"Ten," you replied, a mischievous twinkle in your eye. "Give or take."

He swore under his breath, the pursuing cars drawing dangerously close, their engines roaring like a pack of hungry wolves. "Shit," he exclaimed, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the steering wheel. "I'm going to lose them."

You shook your head. "No, you're not."

A feral determination flashed in Bucky's eyes. "How do you know that?" he snapped, his gaze shifting from the road to the rearview mirror.

"It won't work," you said, shaking your head knowingly. "There are too many of them."

"I'll find a way," he growled, his voice low and dangerous.

As the tension in the car escalated, you couldn't help but enjoy the thrill of the chase, reveling in the chaos you had sown. "You know, Bucky, this is much more exhilarating than a quiet night at the museum."

“Can you just shut up for a moment?” he grumbled, a vein pulsating in his forehead.

“I can if you give me the key to the handcuffs," you suggested playfully, a mischievous glint in your eyes. "I could be of assistance, you know."

"Not a chance, sweetheart," he replied, his grip firm on the wheel as he executed a sharp turn.

"Come on, it's not like I can go anywhere." You raised your hands, the cuffs clinking against each other, a subtle jingle amidst the chaos. "But a little cooperation could benefit us both."

He didn’t answer you.

The car lurched forward as he swerved around a corner, the wheels squealing. "Nice driving," you said, leaning back against the seat. "But you're not getting rid of them."

"What are they after?" he demanded, his voice tinged with urgency.

"So," you said, smirking, "My little guess is they want what I have."

"What the hell do you have that they want?" Bucky asked, his knuckles white on the steering wheel, his gaze unwavering on the road.

"That's for me to know and for you to find out," you said, smiling.

Bucky shot you a disapproving look. "This isn't a game, Y/N."

"Oh, but it is," you countered, your eyes gleaming with mischief. "Life's just one big game, and we're all players, aren't we?

He turned and glared at you. "Not now," he said, his voice sharp and edged.

"Always," you said, your tone matching his.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" Bucky grumbled, his eyes never leaving the road. The gravity of the situation was evident in the tightness of his jaw and the firm grip on the steering wheel.

"Guilty as charged," you admitted, a mischievous glint in your eyes. "But hey, it's not every day you get to be part of a high-speed chase with the infamous Winter Soldier."

He shot you a stern look, his expression a mix of annoyance and concern. "This is serious, Y/N. Just fucking tell me," he said, his knuckles white.

"Sure," you praised with a grin. "But after we address the elephant in the room?" You jingled the handcuffs for emphasis.

Bucky sighed, realizing he couldn't ignore the issue any longer. "Fine. But no funny business." He threw you the key, the metal flying through the air.

You leaned forward, your lips dangerously close to his ear. "Can't make any promises, handsome," you said, catching the key.

As the cuffs fell away, you rubbed your wrists. "Freedom suits me," you remarked, stretching your arms for emphasis, a playful glint still present in your eyes.

"Now, are you going to tell me what's in the bag?"

"About the bag," you continued, eyeing the bag in the back seat. "Inside is an ancient artifact, said to be forged by the gods themselves."

"And you decided to steal it because?"

"What if I told you I had a good reason for what I do? A cause worth fighting for?"

He let out a harsh laugh. "I find it hard to believe you're some kind of modern-day Robin Hood."

"You may change your mind," you said, a smirk spreading across your face.

The car swerved sharply, the tires screeching, as he pulled onto a side road. The situation escalated as the pursuing cars began firing shots. The urgency in the air became palpable, and you knew you had to act quickly. "Now give me a gun so I can help you lose them," you insisted.

He laughed, a mix of disbelief and amusement. "You think I'm stupid?"

"Not stupid, just stubborn." You jumped into the front passenger seat. You opened the glove compartment, a gun sitting inside. "There we go," you said, pulling it out and loading it.

He glanced over at you, his eyes widening. "How did you know that was there?" he asked.

You grinned, the metal of the gun cool against your fingers. "A lady never tells her secrets."

You started shooting, the glass of the back window shattering, the men yelling in the car behind. "I'll cover you," you said, "Take the next turn."

He nodded, his foot pressing the gas pedal even harder. The car roared, speeding down the street, the other cars following close behind. You could see the turn ahead, the lights bright and blinding. He took the turn, the tires squealing, the car swerving. He gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles white. "Hold on," he said.

The car lurched, the metal groaning as he swerved around a corner. You could feel the adrenaline coursing through your veins, the wind whipping through the shattered windows. You hit some of them but they were still too many of them.

"They're still on our tail," you said, looking over at him. “Fuck, I’m out of ammo.”

Bucky, focused on the road, swiftly tossed you his gun. "Make every bullet count."

"Got it." You fired off another round, the sound deafening.

The pursuing vehicles continued their relentless pursuit, and you knew that if you didn't act fast, the odds would be stacked against you. You fired off another round, the impact shattering a tire, the car veering off the road.

"One down," you muttered, reloading the gun.

Bucky's eyes were narrowed as he took the next corner, the car skidding.

The pursuing vehicles remained undeterred, continuing their pursuit. You gritted your teeth, frustration mounting, the sound of gunshots ringing in your ears. A series of well-placed shots managed to incapacitate three of the pursuing cars, causing a chain reaction as some collided into each other.

“Nice job, Y/N.” He complimented you, his tone laced with a hint of admiration.

The satisfaction of successfully hitting some of the pursuers was short-lived as four additional cars joined the fray.

"Shit, there's more," you said, your eyes narrowing at the sight. "Where the hell did they come from?"

"Don't worry," he said, his voice tense. "I've got a plan."

"Let's hear it." With your usual resourcefulness stretched thin, you looked to Bucky for a solution in the unfamiliar territory of a high-speed chase.

"You're not gonna like it," he said, his tone serious.

"Try me," you challenged.

He took a deep breath. "We're going to jump," he declared, his gaze unwavering on the road.

Laughter bubbled up, and you shook your head in disbelief, grappling with the audacity of the plan. "You're joking, right?" you quipped, shooting him a skeptical look.

"I wish I were," Bucky replied, a hint of grim determination in his eyes. "We need to lose them, and this is our best shot."

“Are you insane? This is the worst plan I’ve ever heard.” Your gaze flickered between Bucky and the pursuing cars, the gap narrowing with each passing second. The high-stakes nature of the situation left you with little choice. "Beside jump where? We will die if we jump right now.”

“There’s a lake ahead, we can jump into it. We will lose them that way, but it will also leave us vulnerable. It's a risk, I know."

You sighed, the gravity of the situation sinking in. "This is beyond reckless, Bucky. What if it doesn't work? We could end up at the bottom of that lake."

He shot you a confident grin. "Trust me, Y/N. I'm good at what I do. It's the only way to shake them off our tail." His hand grabbed your hand, and his grip was firm, but not painful. "What? Scared?" He teased you, his tone playful.

"It's not fear, it's concern for our survival. Crashing into a lake at this speed sounds like a recipe for disaster."

“Come on, I thought you like the thrill. Just think of it as a leap of faith."

"I don't have much of a choice, do I?"

"Not really," Bucky said, a grin spreading across his face. "Ready to take a leap of faith with me, doll?"

“Fine, let's do it. But if I die, I'm going to haunt your ass forever," you declared, squeezing his hand tightly.

"Fair enough," Bucky replied, his smile widening.

He took a deep breath and pressed the accelerator, the engine roaring, the needle climbing towards the red zone. You watched in silence as the pursuing cars grew larger, the headlights flashing in the darkness.

With your heart pounding in your chest, you took a deep breath, bracing yourself for the inevitable impact. The car barreled toward the edge of the cliff, the headlights illuminating the path ahead. The lake below was dark and foreboding, the water churning, the waves crashing against the shore.

As the car neared the precipice, Bucky glanced at you, "Ready?"

"Ready as I'll ever be," you responded, your voice shaky.

"Hold on tight," he instructed, his gaze fixed on the rapidly approaching edge of the cliff. The car's engine roared, and the wind rushed through the broken windows, tousling your hair.

You stole a quick glance at Bucky, his expression unreadable but resolute. "Any last words of wisdom?" you quipped, trying to mask the nervous flutter in your stomach.

"Enjoy the view," he replied, a sly grin forming. "It's about to get interesting."

As the car teetered on the brink, Bucky's foot slammed on the brakes, causing the vehicle to skid to a stop just at the edge. The abrupt halt sent you both lurching forward, hearts pounding.

He turned to you, an amused glint in his eyes. "Thought I'd give you a little scare."

"Are you serious?" you exclaimed, a mix of relief and exasperation flooding through you. "We could have died!"

Bucky chuckled, his laughter blending with the distant sounds of pursuit. "But we didn't. Sometimes a fake-out is all you need."

The sirens grew louder, and you both knew the charade couldn't last. Bucky glanced at the lake below. "Ready for the real thing?"

With a nod, you steeled yourself for the plunge. "Let's make it count."

Bucky released the brakes, and the car descended, gravity pulling it towards the dark water below. The wind rushed past your ears, the cold water engulfing you, the sound of the engine dying. For a moment, all you could see was darkness, the cold water enveloping you, the weight of the car dragging you deeper.

You fumbled with the seatbelt, the pressure of the water making every movement sluggish. Bucky's gloved hand reached over, assisting you in the frantic struggle to unfasten the restraint. Then he kicked the car's door, hastening its descent as the water rushed in. You couldn't breathe, the weight of the car and the water pressure keeping you submerged.

Amidst the chaos, Bucky signaled for you to follow him while the relentless pursuers continued to fire at the sinking car. However, your mind fixated on the artifact, you tried to reach it, you weren't going to leave it after risking so much to acquire it.

Bucky, seeing what you were trying to do, grabbed your arm silently urging you to leave the bag behind. How could you, though, after the life-threatening ordeal you'd just faced? Bucky swam towards you, grabbing you by the waist and dragging you out of the car. He shook his head, signaling that there was no time for anything. You knew he was right, but the artifact was so close...

You shook your head and swam away to get the artifact, your lungs burning. You weren't going to leave without it. The car was almost completely submerged, and the gunshots from above had ceased. Bucky reached for you, grabbing your arm and pulling you towards him. He shook his head, but you pushed him away.

You swam towards the car, reaching for the artifact. Your fingers brushed against it, but you couldn't grab it. ‘Come on, come on.’ you thought to yourself. With a final burst of effort, you freed the bag and kicked toward the surface, the light growing brighter.

Bucky helped you up, the pair of you gasping for air. You looked at him, your heart racing, the artifact clutched in your hand. You'd done it.

"Y/N, are you okay?" He asked, his voice filled with concern.

You nodded, the chill of the water seeping into your bones. "I'm fine," you replied, your teeth chattering in the cold. “What about you?”

"I've had worse," he replied, a wry smile playing on his lips. "We should get to the shore before they figure out we're still alive."

With the artifact clutched tightly in your hand, you swam toward the lake's edge, Bucky by your side. The pair of you trudged through the mud, the cold water weighing down your clothes. Your feet were numb, your muscles aching. You had no idea how far you'd swum, but it had felt like an eternity.

He guided you out of the water, his warmth a welcome contrast to the frigid air. Wrapped in his solid embrace, you both moved towards the side of the road, the distant sirens growing louder by the second.

"Here," he offered, extending his leather jacket to shield you from the biting cold.

"Thank you," you murmured, grateful for his thoughtfulness.

"No worries," he replied, a soft smile on his face.

The pair of you were quiet for a moment, the sound of the police sirens getting closer. You knew the authorities would be looking for the crashed car, and you knew you didn't have much time.

You pulled out a syringe from your pocket and injected him with the sedative, knocking him into the ground. You looked down at him, he looked up at you, his eyes filled with confusion and betrayal. "Sorry, handsome."

Within second, he fell unconscious. You looked down at his sleeping face, your heart swelling with affection. You knew you'd never see him again, but you hoped that he'd have a long, happy life.

You gently kissed his forehead, your lips lingering for a moment. "Thank you, Bucky," you whispered. "For everything."

And with that, you disappeared into the night, the artifact in your hands, the weight of a successful mission bringing a smile to your face.

But a little part of your heart remained with him, the memory of his warmth and kindness. You knew it was foolish, but you couldn't help but wish for a different life. One where you could be with him, a normal life with a man who would cherish you and protect you.

"Maybe in another life," you sighed, and the reality of the mission set in.

You left him there, your feet carrying you to safety. You knew he'd be angry, you had a job to do, and you were going to do it. You looked around, the sounds of sirens filling the night. You slipped away, disappearing into the darkness.

To be continued....

I understand there's no smut in this part, and I've left you with a bit of a cliffhanger. Don't worry, though! I promise the next part will more than make up for it. Bucky is on his way, determined to find her. Stay tuned for the steamy sequel!

Thank you so much for reading! if you enjoyed this, please leave a comment and let me know what you think!

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