#i think it would have been awesome if you could do this ten minutes after meeting kim

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[0xstarzx0]

Don’t write it it stinks of toxic love

[PART3]

synopsis: Rafe presents an offer to Y/N that's more than tempting.

[English is not my native language❗️❗️] TW: insult, sex mentions, stalking, weed, alcohol, Racism .

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Y/N 

The week had passed so quickly that you hadn't been able to forget the conversation you had with Rafe.

Nate wasn't mean, he was clingy and somewhat annoying, but it didn't bother you too much.

"Y/N, are you listening to me?" Your roommate Lana looks at you exasperated. "No, I mean yes, sorry, I was lost in thought."

She sighs and throws herself onto your bed. Crossing her arms on your chest, you look at her. Lana is a pretty girl, she had passed the cheerleading squad exam and was quite pleasant. She doesn't leave her clothes lying around, so for you everything is fine.

"Are you going to the party tonight?" she asks, sitting down. You snort and start drawing again. "Hell nah." Lana stands up and sits next to you.

"Why? It'll be an awesome party! Alcohol everywhere, weed, and music blasting!" She laughs.

You give her a desperate look.

You hate parties, hate is a weak word for what you feel.

Your first and only party went so bad that you've never been to one again.

"Parties aren't my thing." You shrug. Lana sighs and forces you to turn towards her.

"Yeah, cheerleading isn't your thing either, dancing isn't either, football isn't either, and you hate alcohol!" She says, shocked. You laugh "What's wrong with that?"

"Everything!" she says, throwing herself back in her chair.

You start drawing again. "I'll pay you if you come." Lana says, looking at your drawing. You put down your pencil and sink into your chair.

"Shit, are you that desperate?" you ask with a laugh.

"I'll pay you a hundred dollars if you stay the entire night." "One hundred and fifty and I'll stay for three hours." The blonde laughs bitterly.

"The party starts at eight and ends at six in the morning sweetheart." You grimace, stay until eleven o'clock at night? No thank you.

"Alright. I'll pay for all your art supplies for a month. It's been two years since you've had the same ones, you should change them."

The offer is tantalizing, your mother couldn't buy them for you. When your father decided to do his come out and kicked you and your mother and brother out. You ended up living in a shelter. Therefore, buying art supplies wasn't really your mom's top priority.

You bite the inside of your cheek. Lana smiles and bounces around. "Get dressed, we leave in less than an hour!" She cries out as she exits the room.

You sigh and go to get some clothes from your wardrobe.

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After ten minutes of searching for clothes, you had decided to wear a leopard print long skirt with a black top. Your hair was slicked back into a low bun with baby's hairs.

You and Lana were sitting in the backseat of the cheerleading captain's car.

They were all singing "Toxic" by Britney Spears.

God, these girls sing so badly. How much more comfortable you'd be in your room writing cheesy romance stories while listening to rb&nb instead of being here, having to listen to privileged daddy's girls sing horribly.

You look out the window when you feel your phone vibrate on your thighs. You look at and see a notification from Nate.

"Are you coming to the party or am I coming to spend the evening with you?"

You sigh and think about a response, saying yes would be an invitation for him to come spend the evening with you, and saying no would mean "Come to the house." At least for Nate

"Sick, bed, throwing up, alone."

You type these four words and send them to him. You are interested in Nate, but not in the same way he is interested in you

It would be a lie to say you didn't feel guilty. But what could you do about it?

The queen bee of the cheerleaders stops in front of a huge house, its lights of all colors and students more or less drugged out.

You get out of the car and Lana takes your arm. "We're going to take a drink to celebrate!" She says, trying to drag you into the house. You frown and shake your head.

"I don't drink." Lana looks at you pleadingly. "She's so lame. Would you rather have a bucket of fried chicken?" Said the captain.

You give her a crooked look and frown. "What this bi-" Lana nervous laughs and puts her hand over my mouth. "Klhoe that's a little racist."

Klhoe rolls her eyes. "You can't say anything anymore." She goes off, rolling her ass. Ass that don't exist.

Lana removes her hand from your mouth. "Slightly?! For you, saying that to a black person is only slightly racist?" You shout, Lana signs for you to lower your tone. "You shouldn't be mad at me, you should be mad at her!"

You breathe loudly and enter the house, needing a drink.

NATE

Nate inhales the smoke from his mouth, putting his phone in his pocket. "Yo dude, why are you making that face?" asks Vincent, Nate's new "best" friend.

Nate sighs and takes a hit on the joint before passing it to him. "Y/N-" "Again her?!" interrupts Vincent.

Nate glares at Vincent. "Yeah, man, I swear she's not like the other dumb ones who are only worried about their bags! She's educated, beautiful, and God, have you seen her in a bikini?!"

Vincent laughs and passes the joint to his teammate. "Tell me?" Vince asks. Nate settles comfortably on the couch. Just the thought makes him hard.

"Her tits overflow, limit they say hello and her ass fuck! all moves every time she takes a step. I remember when I saw her, I wanted to take her doggy style. Hmm yeah." Nate leans down on the table to get a line. "She’s got such a big ass that the bikini doesn’t hide anything."

Vincent laughs before doing a line himself. "You sharing?"

"Dude, I'm planning on making her the mother of my kids, shithead." Nate isn't lying, he really means it.

If it didn't work out with Maddy, there's no way it's not going to work out with you, and that, Nate is convinced of.

RAFE

Rafe listens without interest to a girl telling him her life story. She has a pipe mouth but that's about it.

She is not at all the type for Rafe, Rafe likes to show off his wealth and life, but when others do it, it's not interesting.

The girl whispers some enticingly sweet proposals to Rafe.

Shit, she really wants to get fucked.

She pushes against Rafe's pants. "Join me in Connor's bedroom in five minutes." She nibbles on his ear and leaves.

Rafe smiles. She was clearly pathetic but still pleased to know that she will wait for him with her legs open.

The kook weaves through the people to create a path to get to the kitchen.

Rafe arrives in the kitchen and heads towards the fridge when he sees a girl talking to another. "Come on, it won’t hurt you! It’s just vodka!" says a small blonde. "Fuck you Lana." Says her friend, closing the fridge.

His eyes widened, if having dirty thoughts just by seeing you was a crime then hell, he would be sentenced for life.

Rafe didn't particularly like you, but he was still quite interested in you to put you in his bed. But one of the reasons why Rafe was really, really interested, was because Nate love you.

He moves behind you, his hot breath on your neck instantly awakens your senses. "Boo"

You turn around, ready to hit the perv behind you but Rafe catches your hand before you can. "Hey...? What's your name again?"

You sigh and glare at Rafe. "My arm, dumbass." Rafe looks at you annoyed.

He's so tempted to insult you, but if he does, he won’t be able to use you as a weapon against Nate.

He sighs and lets go of your arm. "You came."

You massage your wrist. "Not for you." Rafe nods and casts a glance at your friend, Lana?

He doesn't know, but she's as red as a tomato. "Do you mind if we have a few minutes?" Rafe says to the blonde.

Lana nods and leaves, despite you telling her to stay.

"So, what do we do?" asks Rafe as he looks at you. "We?"You ask, frowning.

"Listen, uh-," you cut him off. "Y/N" you answer coldly. Rafe shrugs like he's saying, "I already knew."

You roll your eyes and start to leave. "Hey wait!" Rafe follows you. "You don’t want to get sucked by a girl who wants to?"

Rafe steps in front of you. "Listen Y/N, I really need your help to calm down this bastard Jacobs. He hasn’t stopped sending you messages, right?" You don’t answer and cross your arms.

You have several times seen your panties disappear or even felt observed. It could have been a weird guy, then one day you found your panties in Nate's bedroom.

Even if you don’t want to believe it, he could be the weirdo who is stalking you.

"What do you want from me?" You cross your arms over your chest.

"I just want you to spend the evening acting like something is going on between us. Nate will see us and-"

"Nate is here?!" you blurt out, looking around. If he sees you, he won’t leave you alone. "Stop panicking, he won’t see you, he's upstairs getting high."

You calm down and look at him. "People will talk, they'll see you with me and bam, not only will your popularity increase-" "I don’t care about that." Rafe gives you a mean look. "Shut up, everyone wants to be popular."

"Y/N I really need you. Do I have to pay you to get you to agree?"You look down at the ground. "Nate better leave me alone." Rafe smiles, "I knew you weren’t a slut."

You roll your eyes and start to walk away. Rafe follows, putting his hand in the dip of your back. "Take your fucking hand off me." Rafe takes a hurt look. "You gotta be realistic honey." A guy from the football team comes to high-five Rafe. "Yo man, I’d like to introduce 

Y/N." The guy looks you up and down.

Instinctively, you press yourself against Rafe.

Something in his look worries you. Rafe notices and leads you away. "Avoid him, he has the nasty habit of slipping stuff into girls' drinks." You freeze.

"And if he decides to spike my drink?!" Rafe shrugs, "I’ll defend you."

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PART4

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"Show was great, drummers incredible"

My Drummer Masterlist Summary: Harry gets asked about his Drummer.

“Alright, look at this…look who I’m sitting here with...Harry Styles and his whole band!”. Howard announced from his position in front of the whole band. 

YN smiled politely whilst sitting behind her large drum kit, as Harry sat in front of her on a high stool with his headphones and microphone ready.

YN never got too nervous about interviews with Harry because the interviewer never usually brought much attention to the band. But YN had heard so many things about Howard Stern that made her anxious, because that man did not care what he asked or said. She was slightly nervous for Harry too, although he had been media trained since a young age and was used to being asked a lot of questions it still make her tummy fill with nerves.

Touring with One Direction, YN was used to all the interviews and how Harry would cleverly dodge inappropriate assumptions and she couldn't help but think today would be no different. Nothing was off-limits with him. Unlike the others in Harry's band, YN had been apart of his life since they could both walk and talk. Although their friendship had only blossomed within the last few years into more, YN knew Harry may get asked about them.

For the first part of the interview, YN switched off from the interview and sat in her own little bubble at the back of the room, waiting to perform. Her favourite part! Howard asked Harry questions about the new album, songwriting, X Factor, and even about Zayn leaving the band…everything and anything! Whilst YN and Harry's relationship wasn’t a secret to the world, Harry still liked to keep his personal life private, and YN was thankful for that. But YN had a feeling it wouldn’t be that simple during this interview.

Howard began asking Nyoh about how long she had been playing the keyboard and if she gets nervous about messing something up during a song. They made a joke about Harry shouting at the band if they mess up during a performance, to which everyone laughed because it couldn’t be further from the truth.

“Now your drummer!”. Howard began turning the attention towards YN, who had now become more aware. She smiled sweetly, not wanting to show her nerves as she fiddled with the sticks in her hands.

Harry instantly sat up straight on the stool at the mention of YN and quickly answered with a “Yes!”. A grin threatening to show but Harry quickly covered it by hiding his lips in his mouth.

“Where did you find her?”. Howard sarcastically asked, causing Harry to smile and YN and the band to laugh.

A smile still present on is face, Harry joked. "Uh..YN LN..um YN..well really it’s YN’s band, I’m just the frontman of YN’s band.". Harry

“Why do you say that?” Howard questioned wanting to pry for more information about Harry and his drummer.

“Because..it’s after every show it’s either the first or second thing that people say, it's like ‘show was great, drummers incredible’!”. Harry explained whilst YN sat behind him laughing at him reacting to what people have said to him over the years.

Interrupting the laughter, Howard's voice was heard. “I don’t mean to be one of the crowd here..but I was watching you guys rehearse Sledgehammer for a few minutes and that drum you were hitting was really awesome..I mean you were really pounding those drums right?” YN laughed awkwardly now that all the attention was on her, including Harry's who had turned slightly in his seat.

He continued to question YN about where she had learnt to start playing the drums to which YN replied explaining she had started taking it seriously around the age of ten or eleven. “How did you find Harry?". He continued to question YN. At this point, everyone struggled to keep their smirks and laughter in because how had Howard Stern missed YN and Harry’s friendship over the years?

At this question, Harry turned to face YN and smirked because he was intrigued to see what her response would be and how she would choose to answer. “Umm…he actually stole me from the Jonas Brothers!". YN decided to tease.

For once Howard was speechless, and everyone’s eyes darted between YN and Harry whilst they both just sat and giggled to themselves.

"I'd like to just clear it up that I did not steal her." Harry explained, knowing how the media was quick to make assumptions and release untrue statements. "YN and I grew together...so we've known each other a long time...she was on tour with the Jonas Brothers and then One Direction were looking for a drummer and we gave YN the opportunity to join us!".

"Waw!". Howard was impressed. "So this is proper friendship and now he's your boss?". YN nodded her head to agree. “Are you in love with Harry?”. Howard boldly asked as he looked directly at YN.

YN laughed shyly at this, knowing this would be released for everyone to see. “We all are yeah!”.

Nyoh confidently interpreted to tease hr. “Well you love him more though…don’t you?”. Whilst she giggled at the whole situation.

“Wait a minute…so not only have you grown up with Harry but you're in a romantic relationship with this man too?”. YN had begun to fiddle with her drumsticks to keep her eyes from looking anywhere else. Harry smiled and turned to look at YN, and she gave him a little smirk. Harry rubbed his finger under his nose, a habit he had and everyone picked up on.

Harry stepped in at this point because although your relationship wasn’t a secret, he knew that Howard would take things a little too far. “To be fair…It’s not a secret. We have been together for a little while”. YN was so grateful for Harry in this moment, because he always knew how to answer on the spot questions without giving away too much.

“You couldn’t resist Harry’s charm?”. Howard tried to joke, but before YN could respond, Harry jumped in to her rescue once again. “Actually I did all the chasing!”. He said whilst laughing.

“Aw so you got a thing for drummers...have you, Harry?” Howard assumed. YN had to try her hardest not to roll her eyes.

“Uh...no, just my drummer!”, Harry nervously laughed. YN could feel the heat rise on her cheeks causing a pink blush to appear below her eyes. The other girls looked at YN with loving smiles on their faces, knowing how sweet the couple really were. “Mitch and Sarah are together too!”. Harry added, hoping it would take the attention away from him and YN.

“Mitch and Sarah are together too..owww that’s a whole different story!”. The interviewer sat in his chair, still trying to provoke and give his opinion on things he knew nothing about.

“We met in rehearsals.”. Sarah explained. Harry continued to explain how everyone noticed Mitch and Sarah’s relationship blossom as Mitch would play, and then over time he would turn in his seat to face Sarah, and they would stare at each other.

“It really is the love band!". Howard joked. “But seriously…Is it dangerous to be in a band and be together, travel together, to be constantly together and now have a relationship…because if you mess this up and start fighting…Harry it's going to be horrible!”. The atmosphere between the band changed to awkwardness because it was like Howard was trying to say the couples were strong.

In response, Harry made a joke about putting YN and Sarah behind a glass screen like Robyn. Sarah and YN laughed, and YN couldn't help but ask why Harry and Mitch couldn't be the ones behind a screen.

“YN? Are you worried about this?”. Howard directed another questioned towards the drummer.

“No, it’s all Harry and I have known. We’ve always done this and we’re a pretty strong couple so I think we’re fine.". Harry nodded to agree with her.

The band wa going tp play a cover of “Sledgehammer”, which was one of YN's favourites, and she loved hearing Harry sing it too. YN took a sip of her water that was placed back onto the floor beside her before picking up her sticks.

You could have a steam train

If you'd just lay down your tracks

You could have an aeroplane flying

If you bring your blue sky back

All you do is call me

I'll be anything you need

“Waaw!”. Howard and Robyn said in sync, and Robyn began to clap after the performance had ended. The band smiling proudly as they all enjoyed playing that one.

After asking a few questions about the choice of song and if the band used the song to warm up during rehearsals. Howard said, “It's fantastic, it is so much fun to watch your band play too!".

Howard turned his attention to YN and asked her what the beat was she just played and asked her to replay it. YN did as she was asked, reached for her two sticks, and replayed the beat but slower this time.

YN placed your sticks back down and smiled whilst Howard praised her, “Very nice!”, before he continued to ask Nyoh about the horns playing and the others about what instruments they were using.

Howard began asking Harry questions about his album release and tour and where he was touring. YN could not wait to get back on the road and perform.

“Adore you. Tell us about this song!”. Howard craved to know the meaning behind this song that the band would be performing next.

Harry laughed nervously as he explained what and who he had written Adore You about. “It's written about the initial stages of infatuation with somebody.”. Harry couldn’t keep a smile off his face, and it didn’t go unnoticed.

Wanting to push Harry for more information, Howard questioned him on how long this song in particular took him to write. “How long did it take to write?”.

“Uhm…It was I think like a day.". Harry recalled whilst trying to stop his smile from showing.

“Is it safe to assume this is about YN?”. Howard did not hold back on the personal questions.

“Uhm…yeah you could say that!” Harry joked. "I mean if she didn't already know, she does now!".

“Let's do Adore You!”. Howard instructed, he was very eager to listen to the band perform another song. "I suppose we should thank YN for this one!".

Walk in your rainbow paradise

Strawberry lipstick state of mind

I get so lost inside your eyes

Would you believe it?

You don't have to say you love me

You don't have to say nothing

You don't have to say you're mine

Honey

I'd walk through fire for you

Just let me adore you

Oh, honey

I'd walk through fire for you

Just let me adore you

Like it's the only thing I'll ever do

Like it's the only thing I'll ever do

“Beautiful!”. Howard praised Harry and the band before slowly ending the interview, to YN's relief.

“Thank you guys for getting up so early…and you lovers, keep your shit together and don’t mess this all up!”. Howard warned, looking between YN and Harry, and Mitch and Sarah.

“Thank you so much for having us!" Harry politely thanked the interviews for having him and his band on the show.

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[babyhatesreality]

what if someone else tries to discipline stucky's babygirl?🥹🥹 like, some random dude who considers himself a daddy got mad for something she did?? i think daddy stucky would absoluty go ✨bersek✨

Oh....*Berserk* is putting it mildly....

But let's back up a bit first. You've been with Steve and Bucky long enough that you're truly and deeply one of the family. And with that, it means that you and your friends have gotten into plenty of trouble before at each other's places. You've been put in time outs by several of your extended family members- mostly Tony, Pepper, Natasha, and Bruce. There's a rule in the tower that if you're little and misbehaving while in their care, anyone in the family is allowed to give a time out. Of course it means you're in big trouble when your primary caregivers find out, so you don't ever MEAN to get into mischief. It just ...sometimes ...happens! Right?? :D

But there was this one time that SHIELD was introducing a group of new operatives. They were the ones who would be running some of the simpler operations that didn't require super strength, stealth, or swag. But they would have access to and contact with the Avengers, and so were brought into the Tower for training.

There was this one new recruit named Kenneth. He was tall, had a firm jaw, strong enough to handle pretty much anything- and had an extremely overblown sense of his own worth. He had decided (without asking anyone or confirming anything) that he was on his way to becoming the first civilian Avenger simply because...he was that awesome. Which he was not, but that comes later.

Since this new operatives team would also be responsible for looking out for low level threats to the Avengers themselves, they were briefed on all the Littles and Caregivers in the tower. So if, God forbid, something happened, they knew the chain of command to help take care of the Littles in a crisis situation- mostly getting the Littles to the correct Avenger.

Welp, as with most other things, Kenneth didn't feel these rules applied to him either. He knew that if he were ever to encounter one of you "littles" (as he put it, complete with his own stupid air quotes and a dumb look on his face), he'd make sure that he'd show his authority, and that would prove he could be an Avenger. *Sidenote-it's funny how these dude-bros' egos work, isn't it?*

One day Daddy and Papa had brought you upstairs with them, as had the rest of the caregivers with their own littles. It was an easy half day, and barring anything suddenly popping up, there was just regular paperwork and classified debriefings to meet about- a safe day for you all to be up there. The other littles were playing a game of tag in the big rec room, but you were feeling a little cranky from a rough night and just wanted to be on your daddies' laps. You would hop down off Bucky's lap ten minutes into a meeting to climb onto Steve's, and then back again ten minutes later. Hey, you were happy, they were happy, it was all good.

You politely asked if you could go get a drink of water, and after insisting that you could be a big girl by yourself, Bucky let you go down the hall to the kitchen area. And that's where you ran into Kenneth, who was sneaking up to the meeting, trying to make up some excuse as to why he needed to be in this Avengers-only debriefing (he was pretty sure they weren't even going to question his right to be there, but it was always good to have a plan B, right?).

He immediately identified you, and stopped you in the hallway by grabbing you by the shoulder (wrong move #1). "And where do you think you're going, little girl?" he asked you snidely (wrong move #2). You immediately stepped back, trying to get yourself out of his grip. You didn't know this guy, and you weren't supposed to talk to strangers. And no one was allowed to touch you without your permission. Daddy and Papa taught you well.

But Kenneth took that as defiance before you even opened your mouth, tightening his grip on your arm (wrong move #3...you get the idea). "You are not supposed to be wandering the halls by yourself, are you?" he sneered. "Some caregivers, just letting a helpless little girl wander around unguarded." He leaned into your face. "Someone could get hurt."

That scared you, as it sounded very threatening, so you shook your arm again, trying to pull away. "Please let go," you said through gritted teeth, trying to be polite (he was in the Tower after all, and no one got in without SHIELD's permission), but really wanting to kick this guy in his private area. Instead, Kenneth yanked your arm so hard that you cried out, and started dragging you towards the meeting room. He shoved you down onto your bottom right outside the doorway, then pointed a finger at you.

"You stay right there, little missy, and don't even think about moving. You've been very bad and you're in big trouble," he scolded, unwarranted. You just glared at him but didn't move. He didn't even bother knocking on the door to the meeting room- he just barged in.

"Captain Rogers, Sergeant Barnes? I've got something that you both need to see, immediately," he said arrogantly.

You heard the shuffle and scramble of your daddies moving quickly, and you knew they were panicking about you. But the second they got out of the doorway and saw you cowering on the floor with a glower on your face, they both stopped, confused.

"Baby, are you okay?" Bucky asked frantically, dropping to his knees and reaching out to you. You threw yourself into his arms, relieved.

"What happened? Why was she sitting on the floor?" Steve asked as he got down next to you and Bucky, brushing your hair away from your face and scanning you as hard as he could, looking for injuries.

"She was wandering around the halls, unsupervised," Kenneth replied lightly, the arrogance dripping off of him. "Then she was defiant and disobedient when I tried to help her."

" 'Tried to help her'?" Steve repeated, slowly standing up to face Kenneth. Anyone with half a brain could hear the steel in his voice and see the rage in his posture. Even Kenneth turned a bit pale at the fury he'd unknowingly invoked. "What...exactly...did she need help with?"

"Well, er...um..she wasn't supposed to be in the hallways-"

"She had permission to be there," Steve interrupted him. The aura of controlled anger about to snap that was radiating off your Papa was something to behold- you'd never seen him like this before and it was AWESOME. "She was getting a drink from the kitchen." He turned to you, smiling softly, but his vibranium-infused posture didn't change one bit. "Lovebug, were you able to get your drink?"

"No, Papa," you said simply.

"I see," he said, turning back to Kenneth as his gaze turned back to razor blades. "So you kept my baby from getting a drink when she's thirsty, you stopped her without permission and tried to get her to disobey OUR directives, and you barged into a classified meeting." He pinned the now completely pale Kenneth to the wall with only his clear cut steel blue gaze. "Anything else, baby girl?" he asked you without turning his head.

"He touched me," you added, then turned your gaze to Bucky, who was still holding you. "And it hurt my arm."

Bucky set you down gently, then stood up and faced Kenneth.

Kenneth was only able to remember three things from that moment until he woke up in the hospital. The first being the insanely loud thundering of crumbling concrete mixed with a strange whooshing sound that he couldn't immediately identify. There was also a cracking and a crunching that seemed to be coming from inside of him, but that didn't make any sense either...

The second thing was the fact that he was no longer in the hallway- he seemed to have somehow transported to another area that he was pretty sure was about three rooms away from where he'd just been standing.

The third thing was the sudden and overwhelming pain screaming all over his body. He had just enough time to realize that the Winter Soldier had thrown him through 3 solid walls before he blacked out.

When he woke up in the hospital, among the machines and IVs, he found a small cardboard box with all his desk items in it.

[reaperlight]

(Venom 3 spoilers)

(More Eddie finds help from protective murder friends au)

Cletus: The first rule of rescuing a loved one from an evil government lab is to have fun and be yourself.

Eddie: This is not helpful.

Cletus: Sorry. You know... I did what you're doing right now. I searched for years but like I could only actually do it when I already had Carnage, so...

Eddie: So how is that supposed to help Venom?

Cletus: Do you really wanna make my mistakes, Eddie? You saw how that ended up.

Eddie: I don't know, you seem to be doing alright now.

Cletus: Eddie...

Eddie: I can't abandon him.

Frances: We know.

Cletus: Look... I've been there. I wouldn't want to be in your shoes right now. But you don't wanna be messing with this. At least not alone. Put those guns away and let us help you. You know Anne's really worried about you.

Eddie: You had to involve her in this.

Cletus: I didn't know what to do, you weren't listening to me and I couldn't just watch you throw your life away...

Eddie: It's already gone. I can't. Without him--

Cletus: Eddie... you know I'm already burned. So let me do it. I can get him back to you.

Eddie: Why, why would you help us?

Cletus: I told you, Eddie. I like you. That's all I ever wanted, to be your friend.

Eddie: You always try to befriend people via sledgehammer?

Cletus: I may have... overreacted. You know I didn't have my head on straight.

Eddie: And now you do?

Cletus: Yes. Look, I'm not asking for your forgiveness but I'd like to try and make it up to you, if you'll let me.

Eddie: Assuming I even agree to this... what's in it for you?

Cletus: Just... Can we be friends, for reals? Please? You don't have to forgive me. I'm not asking that. Just... we really want to be friends with you. That's all.

Eddie: Alright fine. Just help me get Venom back.

Frances: You won't regret this, Brockilicious!

Eddie: Believe me, I already do.

Cletus: So like, maybe... do you want us to just... clear the way for you? We storm in there, you get Venom out, all is good.

Eddie: You know they'll be prepared for symbiotes, right? That's like their whole thing. You'll get captured.

Cletus: Oh Eddie you do care! Yeah uh... Well both my girls kissed and made up, really bonded you know, and now we're immune to sonic attacks now. And I can stand the heat. I can take it. I don't really... experience pain like you do anymore. It takes a lot to feel anything. All my life it's been nothing but suffering. It's funny how I almost miss it.

Eddie: Are you going to read poetry now?

Cletus: Ha! You know that wasn't for you but maybe if we survive this I'll write something for you.

Eddie [daring to hope]: ...you really think you can do this?

Cletus: Uh yeah, did it before at Ravencroft.

Eddie: They've got like these elite symbiote hunters.

Frances: But they won't be prepared for me.

Cletus: Have I mentioned lately that Frances is awesome?

Eddie: Only every five minutes.

Cletus: Her powers have grown. She is like wicked strong in the Force.

Frances [eyes glowing, raw power swirling around her]: Alright, let's do this!

Eddie: No murders.

Cletus: C'mon Eddie, you know we can't promise that.

Eddie: Just... keep it to a minimum will you?

[Seeing the tank where Venom is held from some distance away while fighting their way through the base]

Eddie: Aw shit, I knew I'm forgetting something. How are we gonna get him out? I can't rebond with him or the codex thing activates. But I can't just leave him there. But as long as this Knull guy is out there if we bond again they'll come after us and doom the planet. He'd send those Xenophages, big monster things. They'd eat you for breakfast

Carnage: They can certainly try.

Eddie: Buddy, I've seen them eat like ten of you. You're not special.

Carnage: *Offended symbiote noises*

Cletus: Yes, you're very special, sweetheart. But I think it would be wise to listen to Eddie if he says it's dangerous.

Frances: ...I could carry him for you.

Eddie: What?

Frances: Venom. This... codex thing won't happen if someone else hosts him, right? I host Carnage sometimes. It won't be a problem. I can host him for you.

Eddie: But wouldn't that be awkward?

Frances: Why? I told you I host Carnage sometimes.

Eddie: Okay but like, for Cletus? [To Cletus] That's like... my husband in your wife... Sharing a body.

Cletus: You're sure you're okay with that, baby?

Frances: Yes, I can do this. I want to do it.

Cletus: Okay. If you're sure.

Frances: *nods*

Eddie: Okay. Then after this...

[All dodging bulletfire, Eddie looks away as Carnage slams tentacles through them and Frances clears a path with her new telekinesis and mind control powers.]

Eddie: Shit, what are we gonna do?

Cletus: So like, it seems simple enough to me. After we rescue your husband then we find this Knull dude and kill him.

Eddie: I doubt it's that simple. I don't think he's even on Earth.

Frances: So like we steal a rocket or something? If they're coming after you anyway might as well go big.

Cletus: Yeah, we just do whatever we need to do and find this guy and then... then you let me do what I'm good at.

Eddie: Are you sure you're cool with all this? Especially after all that happened before...

Cletus: Eddie... if we weren't cool do you think I be helping you now? If anything you did us a favor. You gave me and Carnage a chance for a hard reset so we could really bond.

Eddie: Wait a minute... the codex. Oh shit. It exists because I died and Venom brought me back to life....

Frances: You died?!

Eddie: Temporarily, nevermind that. [To Cletus] You died. So then why aren't they coming after you?

Cletus [Visibly confused]: Maybe they are and and we haven't noticed yet?

Eddie: Well, that's a terrifying thought but not quite as bad as you secretly working for Knull.

Cletus: Eddie, Frances is the only person I'd ever let boss me around. And I'd make a pretty shitty spy considering you already don't trust me, and for good reason.

Eddie: That's true.

Cletus: Maybe... Well, that wasn't the first time I died, you know.

Eddie: Huh?

Cletus: Told you. Baby Cletus died on the operating table as a newborn babe. Also my heart stopped when I got the needle too.

Eddie: Jeez, you're like a zombie.

Cletus: Yeah, suppose it could be something supernatural at play here, like Granny was involved in some weird cult shit. Also nearly bled to death when granny carved up my back with a kitchen knife as a kid. Maybe that counts as dying too.

Eddie: Carved up your back?

[During a pause in the fighting, briefly takes off his shirt and shows the scars. ]

Eddie: Woah!

Cletus: See, I'm not bullshitting you. I never lied to you, Eddie.

Eddie: Huh? Yeah, I believe you, okay Just... Holy shit.

Frances [holding him tenderly]: I know, my poor baby!

Eddie [visibly alarmed]: Yes. Also...

Cletus: What? What is it?

Eddie: I am sorry that happened to you. Like, there's no good way to say this so I'm just gonna say it. I'm not accusing you of anything--

Cletus: What is it, Eddie?

Eddie: That's Knull's symbol.

Cletus: What?!

Frances: Knull's symbol?

Cletus: ...well fuck me.

Carnage: Do not fuck him. He is taken.

Cletus: Eddie, I swear I don't know this guy. I didn't even know what that was. Given the way my family treated me I wanted nothing to do with it--

Eddie: I believe you. I do. And I am so, so sorry.

Cletus: This was from when I was kid... Was this asshole fucking with me my entirely life? Before I was even born? My entire family? Well, I wanted to kill this guy before on general principle but now--

Eddie: Now it's personal?

Cletus: Oh It was already personal. He hurt you.

Eddie: ...

Cletus: Eddie, I... I'm sorry. About before. My head wasn't on straight.

Eddie [sighing]: Honestly, I'm more angry about you kidnapping Anne.

Frances: In fairness that was my idea, don't blame him for that.

Cletus: We just needed you there, you know?

Eddie: Why?

Cletus: Because you're our friend and we were getting married and... and it seemed like a good idea at the time? I apologized to her when I called her.

Eddie: What did she say to that?

Cletus: I promised her I'm not that guy anymore. That I was gonna help you not repeat my mistakes. She passed on some legal contacts in case we got into any more trouble which I think more for your sake than mine but it was most appreciated in any case.

Eddie: [*staring at the scarification on his back.*]

Eddie: But... what does it mean?

Cletus: Well, I always assumed it just meant I was raised by abusive fucks.

Eddie: I'm sorry. But what if like... Knull's controlling you or something? Has been controlling you all along?

Cletus: ...I like to think I have some agency. No, those are my mistakes and I own them.

Eddie: That... That's all well and good but how can you kill him if he can just possess you or something? He's supposed to be like a symbiote God, right? And you've got his symbol.

Cletus: We don't know if he can do that? ...can he?

Carnage: *nodding*

Cletus: Oh.

Frances: *gasping*

Eddie: Shit.

Cletus: Well, if it comes to that... Frances. Can you...?

Frances: Cletus, you can't ask me to---

Cletus: Baby, you can control my mind, I give you permission. I want you to do it if that sick fuck is making me his meat puppet, alright? Do not hesitate. Use that jedi mind trick of yours to make me slit my own throat.

Frances: Baby!

Eddie: Woah!

Cletus: I'd rather die then be made to hurt you or our friends again. Do whatever you have to do to stay alive. Can you do that for me, baby?

Frances [*Wiping away tears, nods.*]

Cletus [*also wiping away tears*]: That's my girl.

Eddie: I don't doubt that she's strong, but I think Knull is supposed to be really tough. Venom was afraid of him--

Carnage [scoffing]: Venom was afraid of me.

Eddie: Just... we don't want to be underestimating this. What if he's too powerful?

Cletus: Well, I guess we burn that bridge when we come to it.

Frances: Come on, Eddie. Let's go rescue your boytoy.

[Getting to the tank where Venom is held]

Frances: [*Breaks the glass*]

Venom [in Frances]: Eddie!

[Venom making out sloppy style with Eddie while Cletus awkwardly looks away.]

[Eddie considering he is so far unmurdered. Maybe they really have changed...]

Cletus: C'mon we gotta go.

Venom: ...what?!

Eddie: He's with me, they're helping us. I'll explain later, come on...

[ssa-atlas-alvez]

Hi Atlas!

Possible trigger warning? Head injury

May I request some BAU x reader where reader hits their head and the team (or just one character if that works better for you) is worried?

A little angst but being in fluff and potentially a hug from one or more characters?

I’d would be a plus if you could add a juice box in there somewhere. Thanks!

Gender neutral reader would be awesome. A short story, I think? Whatever works for you

You don’t actually remember hitting your head - which is probably a bit of a red flag. You remember getting out of the SUV, geared up and ready to go in and arrest the unsub. And then nothing, until you woke up on the floor, blood dripping into your eye.

You were new to the team, you had only been on a few cases but you quickly felt welcomed to the team - despite not knowing them fully just yet, From what you gathered, Hotch was the father figure of the team, Rossi seemed like the cool uncle, Derek and Emily acting as older siblings, Penelope and JJ as middle siblings, and Spencer and yourself as the younger siblings (at least that seemed to be the vibes you had gotten thus far). And so, when you woke up, still in the abandoned building, surrounded by the team, you weren’t overly surprised.

“Did you get the unsub?” You asked, forcing yourself to sit up. Hotch’s hand immediately went to your shoulder, steadying you. 

“Easy, kid,” Derek chimed.

“He properly conked me, huh?”

“Yep,” Emily responded, “You’ll bounce back in no time though,”

“The ambulance is on it’s way,” 

“The ambulance?” You looked at Hotch and Rossi, “I’m completely fine,”

“Actually, you were unconscious for at least ten minutes, which indicates that you are, not in fact, fine.” Spencer said.

You groaned, before wincing and placing a hand on your head. “Should not have groaned,” You mumbled. 

“Come on,” Hotch said, him and Morgan gently helping you stand. “I think the ambulance is here,”

“Don’t we normally have paramedics on standby?” You ask, voice a whisper. 

“We weren’t exactly expecting you to get injured,” Morgan teased lightly. 

Soon enough, you were all patched up and given the all clear to fly, as long as you got plenty of rest and took it easy for the next two weeks - getting in contact with a doctor if any symptoms got worse or if you developed any further symptoms. Turns out, getting injured came with its bonuses, one of which was getting the couch on the jet. Granted, Hotch and Rossi were watching over you like hawks, but you got to sleep on the couch (which was ridiculously comfortable, by the way). After just over an hour of sleeping, Hotch gently woke you up, telling you that you were back, you nodded and got up slowly. You tried not to flush red when you realised you were taking it so slow (to avoid dizziness) that five minutes had passed. 

“Oh god, I’m so sorry,” You mumbled. “I’m taking forever,”

“Take as much time as you need,” JJ reassured. 

Slowly but surely, you made your way down the steps. When you stepped out of the elevator, Penelope immediately lit up. 

“Oh thank God you’re okay!” Penelope exclaims, immediately bringing you into a hug. This was quickly followed by a hug from JJ, Emily, and then Spencer. You watched, curious (and mildly scared) as Penelope ruffled through her bag for a moment. She handed you a small object. “Have a juicebox.” She stated.

“A juicebox?”

“A juicebox.”

You continued to stare at her in confusion, “What?- I’m so confused,”

“Whenever someone is injured, or not feeling themselves,” Garcia started, “I give them a juicebox.” She gave a shrug. 

“O-oh, okay, thank you,” You stuttered out, unsure of what to do with this information. “Did you want some money for the juicebox?”

“Oh, newbie, you have so much to learn,”

[tiathecreator]

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ dance with me ( connie springer ) !

‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎.𖥔 ݁ ˖✎ᝰ synopsis — " and i really want you to get close to me so won't you dance with me ? " blk reader.

‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟwarnings — mentions of alcohol consumption ( all characters are of age ), sensual dancing, & swearing.

‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚ tia speaks — haiii ! i've been itching to write this concept and i've finally figured out who i wanted to write it for. this is loosely based on 'save the last dance' or like 'honey', that's the vibe i'm going for! i also think connie is so '90s love coded so i keep using him when i write this concept! this is a really quick and short write but i need to write this. probably gonna write him in this 90s vibe setting a lot. super excited to write this!

your hips switched to the beat of the song as made your to the dance floor with your friends, each of you slightly tipsy from the shots you took ten minutes ago. it was eren's night to dj and he got you all in for free like he usually did when he was spinning. he knew all the best song to get the club hype and the dance floor crowded.

you were in mixed company right now, having invited onyankopon who invited a few of his friends, including constance 'connie' springer. onyankopon has been trying to set the two of you up since he met you, immediately deciding that you were perfect for his best friend. he had been trying to spark conversation between the two of you, but nothing occurred other than the curious eye contact the two of you shared when he introduce you.

you turned around so that your back was facing mina, twirling your hips and shaking your ass to the beat. you dragged your arms up your body and through your hair, the body wave curls flowing between your fingers. in your ministrations, you looked up and locked eyes with connie, his eye low as the moved from your face to your hips and back again. you maintained the eye contact as you started to do a few different moves, showing off for the attention you acquired. due to that, a small crowd began to form around you, cheering you on as you moved around the dance floor. you finished after a few minutes of entertain the crowd, opting to return to your friends.

"that was fucking awesome," mina exclaimed, shaking your shoulders in excitement.

"been a minute since i seen you move like that," onyankopon added.

"and, i'm about to move my ass to the bar to get another drink. i'll be right back," you said, not waiting for a response as you move through the crowd, practically pushing your way to the bar.

once you reached the bar, you waited for the bartender to come over before ordering a rum and coke. you leaned over on the bar, head down as you attempted to cool off from the humid dance floor. you see connie approach the bar, subtly inching closer to you as you waited for your drink to be finished.

"enjoy the show?" you asked, bundles falling over your shoulder as you turned your head to look at the man.

to call connie attractive would be an understatement. connie is absolutely gorgeous under the club lights. his skin glistens from the sweat lingering on his toned body, his size-too-small t-shirt clinging to his figure in all the right place. he had a fresh buzzcut and stud earrings, the lights shining off of them. he was beyond simply attractive, he was fine.

"yeah, didn't know you could dance like that," connie replied, meeting your eye contact. you shrug it off, playing it cool as the bartender came back with your drink.

"why haven't i seen you dance, springer? not your thing?" you asked, glimpsing at him as you take a sip of your drink, looking at him through your lashes.

"i'm not much of a dancer. besides a little two-step, i can't really do much," he demonstrated his moves with a bit of hesitance, stopping once he noticed you smiling. "don't laugh."

"i'm not, i promise. it wasn't bad. a little stiff, but not bad. at least, you have rhythm," you assured, finishing your drink before pushing off the bar. "wanna dance? i can show you a few things."

your question seemed to shock him as much it shocked you, having spoke before you thought. he took a few seconds to recover before nodding his head and following you to the dance floor. you notice him slowing his pace as the two of you got closer to the dance floor, so you grab him hand and pull him behind you.

you make your way through the crowd of close bodies on the dance floor before letting go of connie's hand and turning to face him.

"show me your two-step again," you tell him, hand placed on your hips as you instruct him. he does as you ask with a bit of reluctance, only fully doing it when you join him. "just loosen up a bit."

he breathed out and relaxed his body as he continued to dance with you, easing into it while looking at you for approval. you began to incorporate your arms as you moved, offering him an encouraging look. he began to follow your example, using his arms to add substance to his dancing. you found yourself moving closer to him as the two of you danced, switching from move to move as you gave him a few pointers.

the floor grew more crowded as a popular song came on, causing you to become chest to chest with connie. your breath mingled with his you gazed into his low eyes, taking a brief glance at his lips before turning around to press your back against his chest. your heart sped up at the contact, hearing connie hum behind you. you looked up for a split second, making eye contact with mina who gave you a smirk and a thumbs up.

you swayed your hips to the tempo of the song as connie moved behind you at the same pace, hands finding your hips to pull you closer. your arms snaked around his neck as you matched his movements, turning your head to get a brief glance of the man behind you. you dragged you arms down your side, cupping the back of his neck to draw him closer as you did so. his breath fanned against your ear, making you smile at the effect you had on him.

the song ended sooner than you hoped, dissipating the intense aura between the two of you. you turned to face connie again before grabbing one of his wrist and dragging him over to where the rest of your friends were. as you approached mina and annie who fanned themselves dramatically, earning playful slaps and pleas to stop from you.

"i see you, springer. got a lil' swag to you," ony joked with his best friend, earning a boyish smirk and a shove from connie. you nudged him with shoulder as you held your phone out.

"you should call me sometime. i could show you something a little better than two-stepping and a body roll," you handed him the device which he quickly took, adding his number in before draping his arm around you and opening the camera to take a picture for his contact. you gave the camera a bright smile, resting your hands on the arm around your shoulders. connie's chin rested on your head before he took the photo, sending himself a text before returning your phone.

"she'll show you something better fo'sho," ony interrupted. "like the four walls of her bedroom."

you reach over and land a light punch to ony's chest. "more like the four walls of the dance studio i volunteer at. getcha' head out the gutta'."

© tiathecreator 2023. all rights reserved.

[the-wize-1]

Thawing the Widow (A Natasha Romanoff Story): Chapter 6 - Frozen Peas

Chapter Summary: Cat's plan kind of fails (is anyone surprised?)... but it also works out? Things happen and she’s reunited with a certain redheaded assassin.

Chapter Warnings: Talking about a mugging, playful threatening with a knife. This is and will be minor friendly! No smut in this story.

Notes: Nat returns this chapter! But this isn’t the last we see of Peter! Thank you to everyone who reblogged/commented/read so far! Getting notifications really encourages me and I enjoy each and everyone one of them. New chapters will come Monday/Thursday 5PM PST (I’m on time FINALLY). Also idk if I should make a tag list but if so lmk who’s interested! Happy reading!

Thawing the Widow Masterlist

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"That was awesome!" Cat breathed as Spider-Man dropped her and Taco back on the ground. Her heart was still beating fast from the exhilaration. Swinging around New York was similar to riding a roller coaster, albeit a faster, steeper, more dangerous one with significantly less elbow room.

Spider-Man looked around the abandoned streets warily. "Um… are you sure this is where you wanted me to drop you off?"

Cat made sure she had the right dark alley. Granted, all the dark alleys looked generally the same in New York, but she had a great mind for directions. And she was pretty sure she was at the right place. If she squinted, she could spot a few familiar landmarks. And… there! If she could get a little closer, she could just make out the sliver of the door on the side of the wall.

The door of the safehouse.

"This is the one," she confirmed.

"If you're sure," he said. "Is there anything I can do to help? I don't think I have any cash on me— wait—" He awkwardly patted himself down for cash, even though Cat couldn't see how any pockets could possibly be hidden in the folds of his spandex. "Yeah, no cash. Sorry."

Cat suddenly had an idea. "Can I have your autograph?"

"What?"

"You know, to sell it," she said unremorsefully. "It might help me make some money. Sorry if that's offensive. I need everything I can get right now."

"Oh, that's really smart. I didn't even think of that. I don't have any paper, do you?"

Cat rummaged around in her backpack. She had a few souvenirs, a mug that was only a little cracked, some pieces of cardboard, and an I-Heart-New-York sweatshirt that was slightly too large for her. Lastly, she pulled out an extra thick sharpie. She'd gotten most of the items in the soup kitchen cupboards, or at homeless shelters.

Spider-Man quickly scribbled his signature on all of them, leaving little sweet but unnecessary notes. "Here you go."

"I'm really grateful for this," she told him.

Before handing the sharpie back, he paused. He stared at her for a long time. "Are you going to be okay?"

She glared at him. "Of course I am!" she said indignantly. "I'm tough, you know."

"I know. You're pretty neat, Cat."

"You're not so bad yourself, Spider-Man."

He awkwardly placed his hand on her shoulder, then removed it almost instantly. "Well, just know that if you're ever in trouble, I'll always be around. Just… scream for help, or something." He patted Taco on the head. "Bye, cute beagle." He shot a web up into a ledge of a building. He made a peace sign at her as he yanked himself into the air. "See ya, Cat!"

"Bye!" Cat called after him as he swung out of view.

I'll be okay, she thought.

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She was so not going to be okay.

"Damn," she swore under her breath, jamming her knife in the lock for the eighth time in the dim hopes that it would work that time.

Cat dug it in harder, twisting and turning every which way. She was waiting for the telltale clicks and shifts, but they didn't come. Instead, the knife was met with a stubborn wall that blocked it from moving in further. She'd been there for at least ten minutes, with a sinking heart. They'd changed the locks.

"Damn it!"

Taco barked. Cat liked to imagine she was sharing her frustration.

Frustrated and disappointed, Cat gave up. Plan A was a no-go. She'd have to find somewhere else to sleep. Which actually really sucked, because it was freezing. The wind was blowing with a frigid ferocity that night. She tried to yank the knife out of the lock, but it was stuck.

She swore again, tugging at the knife, but it stayed stubbornly stuck. Her grip slipped and she fell backwards onto the ground, landing hard. Oww. She groaned. Taco jumped up and padded over to her, licking her face.

Despite Taco being adorable as always, Cat was miserable. Her hands and face were numb with cold. She could hardly feel her fingertips. She was shivering in her feeble, tightly stretched coat and thin leggings that offered no protection from the cold. She'd been looking forward to the warm, welcoming safehouse, but now even that wasn't an option. The good thing was, the cold did a good job of numbing the pain on her face and ribs. She had long gotten used to the throb of pain.

Cat got to her feet, shaking with exhaustion. She took a shaky breath, steeling herself. Her eyes narrowed and she gritted her teeth. Whether she was getting into the safehouse or not, she sure as hell was getting her knife back.

She rubbed her hands together, trying to generate some warmth into them. She wrapped her hands around the hilt of the knife, and raised her left foot to a position over the lock. Taco watched her with a perplexed expression, as if asking her what the hell she thought she was doing. Pushing off of her left foot, leaning sideways, she tugged at the knife as hard as she could.

The knife came loose. Cat couldn't regain her balance quickly enough, so she went flying backwards, slamming into the opposite wall with a sickening crash. She collapsed to the floor with a heap. For a moment, Cat laid there, breathing hard, and felt impossibly tired. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to fall asleep right there…

Then, she heard something moving behind the door. With a grunt of pain, Cat forced herself to her feet. She held her knife to her side, the slightest sliver of hope in her heart.

The door groaned open.

"You're making an awful lot of noise," Natasha said.

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Natasha didn't say a word as she led Cat into the living room, and gestured to the table. Cat took a seat and watched as Natasha took out a bag of dog food from one of the cabinets and poured it into a bowl for Taco. Taco leapt on it eagerly.

"Do you have a dog?" Cat asked out of curiosity.

"No."

"Why do you have dog food?"

She shrugged. "Why not?"

Cat took that as a good enough answer. Natasha wordlessly passed her a box of Chinese takeout. The smell of it had been filling up the kitchen. Cat dug in the moment she had it in her hands, feeling impossibly luckier and happier than she had in weeks. She ate like she was starving— probably because she was.

Natasha was silent, watching her as she devoured the takeout. Once Cat had eaten almost half of it, she gently tugged it out of Cat's hands.

"Sorry," Cat said immediately, scooting back in her chair. "I didn't mean to eat so much, I just—"

"Relax," Natasha said. "I'll give it back. You don't want to eat too fast or too much, or you'll throw up."

"Right." Cat took a deep breath. "Thanks."

"Here."

Natasha passed her a mug of steaming brown liquid. For a moment, Cat got excited, thinking it was coffee. When she took a sip and the taste of hot chocolate slammed into her, she wasn't too disappointed. It was surprisingly good. She was mostly glad Natasha had decided to let her in at all.

Cat wrapped her hands around the mug, trying to let the warmth of the room envelope her in its embrace. She relished in the moment, having a warm place to stay, food, and water. She shivered, remembering that it was only temporary and soon she'd have to be back out in the streets.

Cat couldn't take the silence. "Do you live here?" she asked.

"Sometimes," she answered vaguely.

"How did you know I was outside?"

"Like I said, you were making a lot of noise. I didn't think that was possible, considering those walls are about two feet thick."

"You changed your locks," Cat said resentfully.

"It's called a safehouse for a reason," Natasha pointed out. "What would be the point if persistent little orphans like you could break in?"

"I didn't think anyone would be inside."

"And that makes it okay?" Natasha asked pointedly.

"Um… no," Cat said, trying to sound remorseful. "Sorry."

Another bout of silence passed. Cat was trying to think of a way to ask for the takeout back. Her hunger was still rearing its little ugly head inside of her. But Natasha was holding the box just out of arm's reach.

"What happened to your face?"

"Nothing."

"I said, what happened to your face?" Natasha asked again, this time with an edge to her voice. Her eyes had narrowed.

"And I said," Cat fired back, "nothing."

"I gave you food," Natasha pointed out. Cat eyed the takeout box. "I could've left you out there in the cold. The least you could do is give me a straight answer."

Cat bit her lip. That was true. What would be the harm in telling her? Her stomach whined, yearning for the takeout. Still, some part of her didn't want Natasha to know. She stayed silent.

Natasha sensed the shift in her silence. She pushed the takeout box toward Cat, just a little. Cat reached for it, but then Natasha pulled it away. Cat looked up at Natasha with a mixture of betrayal and confusion. No food?

"Answer the question, and you can have it."

Cat scoffed. "That's not going to work on me."

"We'll see," Natasha said with an infuriating amount of certainty.

Cat worked her jaw. She crossed her arms and leaned back, defiant. Natasha stared back with an equal amount of fierceness. Cat's stomach growled painfully. It was loud enough so that even Natasha heard. She raised her eyebrows. Then, the smell of the takeout got to Cat.

"I tripped."

"You tripped."

"Yes."

"Try again."

"Fine. I got mugged." Cat lunged for the takeout box.

Natasha held it just out of reach, again. "Excuse me?"

"You're excused."

"Who mugged you?"

"How do you expect me to know? They weren't keen on doing icebreakers, and there wasn't enough time for me to run a facial recognition program."

"What did they want?"

Cat crossed her arms. "I thought you said I only had to answer one question. This seems like a lot more than one."

Natasha passed the takeout box to her. Cat started eating with a fervor. She was starting to feel a little full, but too full was better than too empty. She'd learned on the streets that she never knew when her next meal was going to be. If overeating to the point of throwing up meant she could spend another night without starving, that was what she was going to do.

Natasha got up and left, then came back with a first aid kit and a bag of frozen peas. She watched Cat wolf down the food with a horrified fascination.

"Slow down. You're scaring me."

Cat made a show of chewing for a long time before swallowing. The food in the takeout box was almost gone. She polished off the last bit, feeling satisfied for the first time in weeks. She started on the hot chocolate next, tipping the mug over until the last drop fell into her mouth.

Finally, she settled back into the chair with a sigh.

Natasha passed her the bag of frozen peas.

Cat stared at the bag of frozen peas. "What am I supposed to do with this?"

"Put it on your face, idiot."

Cat pressed it to the bruise on her face. She winced. "Ow."

"Don't be a baby. So, what did the muggers want?" Natasha repeated.

Cat sighed, long and drawn-out. Natasha had been awfully nice to her. She was lucky to be in a warm room with hot chocolate and takeout instead of shivering out in the cold. The least she could do was provide her with a little information.

"Money. They saw me give, like, twenty dollars to this Girl Scout, but it was pretty much the last of it. I kept telling them I didn't have any more, but you'd be surprised at how dumb they are."

"I'm not. How did you get away?"

Cat grinned. "Oh, funny story, actually. You know that guy, Spider-Man?"

"Sure. We've met a few times."

Cat gaped at her for a moment, having forgotten that Natasha was the Black Widow. She probably had met Spider-Man before. "You have?"

Natasha shrugged. "He's a good fighter. He's a bit of a talker, but a decent guy. We didn't really do the whole 'getting to know you' thing. We were mostly focused on trying to beat the crap out of Steve and his groupies."

Steve… Cat thought. Who was Captain America. Natasha was on a first name basis with Captain America— obviously— which was so cool.

"Yeah, anyway, Spider-Man swooped in and beat up all the muggers and stuck them on the wall. Then he swung me here. I asked him to autograph all my stuff so I could sell it."

"Hmm." Natasha moved the bag of peas from Cat's eye to see the bruise. "How hurt are you?"

Cat's ribs were aching, but she knew they weren't broken. Maybe bruised. It was mostly her face that was hurting, but the frozen peas had done a good job of numbing the area. "I'm fine. My ribs hurt a little, but—"

Without warning, Natasha reached out and prodded her side. Cat yelped, more shock than hurt, and thrust her hands up in front of her to defend herself.

"Jesus! Could you warn me before you do that?"

"Where does it hurt?" Natasha asked unapologetically.

"Just… like, around here."

Cat stayed stiff as Natasha pressed lightly against her ribs, examining them. "They're just bruised," she told her.

"Yeah, looks like it."

"You know, I could've told you that if you'd just asked instead of prodding me like some kind of lab rat."

Natasha straightened, looking her in the eye. She had an unnerving habit of doing that. Her piercing eyes were impossible to avoid. "So, tell me. What's your plan?"

"My plan?" Cat echoed.

Natasha raised her eyebrows. "Yes. Your plan for living on the streets, finding a job, feeding yourself, making sure you don't die. Unless you don't have one?"

"Of course I have a plan," Cat said, not wanting to admit that she did not, in fact, have any sort of plan. "I'm going to go to homeless shelters and the soup kitchens to get food. And I'm going to get a lot of canned food from pretending to be a Girl Scout. And I'll learn everything I need to know in the library— Don't make that face!"

Natasha's smirk reverted into a suspiciously convincing blank expression. "What face?"

"Like you think I'm some silly little kid who has no idea what she's doing. I'm really good at memorizing things. I could learn everything I need to learn in the library— You're making the face again!"

The second time, Natasha didn't bother to disguise her skepticism. "Yeah, because it's a crappy plan."

"It's not a crappy plan."

"Really? Then why'd you end up here, of all places?"

"Because I—"

"—had nowhere else to go?" Natasha finished.

She took Cat's sulky silence as an affirmation and plowed on.

"You don't have a consistent source of income. How do you expect to pay for things like new clothes, necessities, or literally anything you need to survive? You're also an easy target because you're young and you barely know how to defend yourself. You got mugged, which I promise will not be the worst situation you'll find yourself in, and you only just scraped by."

"I can defend myself," Cat protested. She thought she did a rather good job of fending herself off against the muggers, considering the circumstances. "I have a knife!" She grabbed it from the pocket of her jacket and pointed it at Natasha.

What happened next Cat almost couldn't explain in words. It happened so quickly. In one swift motion, Natasha lunged over the table and did something weird and uncomfortable with her arm, twisting and maneuvering it forcefully so that Cat's shoulder slammed down on the table. Cat glanced up, straining her neck, to see that the knife had made its way into Natasha's grip. It all happened in a matter of seconds. Cat could've blinked and missed it.

"What… the hell," she breathed. Also, ow. Her shoulder.

Natasha released her. Cat grabbed her shoulder, wincing. "Just because you have a knife doesn't mean you can defend yourself." She examined the knife distastefully. "This a kitchen knife."

"That wasn't fair," Cat grumbled. "You're the Black Widow. I stood no chance."

"So? You think a bunch of muggers are gonna go easy on you just because you're a little homeless girl? Haven't you've already learned that?"

Cat crossed her arms. "Okay, I get it. My plan is a crappy plan. It's not like you have a better one."

"Of course I do. I'll take you there myself."

All at once, alarm raced through her. Cat's feet slammed onto the ground. She pushed the chair away from the table with a loud screech and stood up. "You're not taking me to CPS."

Natasha rolled her eyes. "I'm not. Sit down."

Cat lowered herself back in the chair cautiously. "Then where are you going to take me?"

"I own an apartment not far away from here. I barely use it, so you could crash there for the time being."

For several moments, Cat couldn't speak. "W-what?"

"What is it with you and making me repeat myself twice?" Natasha groused. "Did you not hear the first time?"

"I heard," Cat snapped, recovering quickly. "Does it have heating?"

"Yes."

"And a plumbing system?"

"Yes."

"And coffee?"

Natasha frowned. "Of course."

"And Fruit Loops?"

"No."

"Oh."

"I could get some Fruit Loops," Natasha offered.

"Thank you," Cat mumbled, staring into the distance. This was impossible, right? There was no way something this good could happen to her. Her attention snapped back to Natasha, who was still staring at her.

"Why are you helping me?" Cat demanded. "This isn't a trick, is it?"

"Are you always this paranoid?"

"Wouldn't you be?"

"Fair enough," Natasha admitted. "But you just have to trust me."

"I don't trust anyone," Cat said.

Something changed in Natasha's expression. Her eyes were faraway, looking into the distance. "You remind me of myself," she said. "I didn't want to rely on anyone either. But sometimes it's better to have people around you, people who are going to catch you when you fall."

Cat thought it was a bunch of bull. The more people she trusted, the more likely they could hurt or betray her.

"Anyway," Natasha continued briskly, abandoning her dreamy-eyed gaze, "you don't have any other choice. You can choose to go back in the streets and inevitably end up starving, poor, and out of options. Or, you could come with me."

"You promise you won't call CPS?"

"Sure."

That wasn't convincing enough for Cat. "I don't believe you."

Natasha rolled her eyes. "What, you want me to swear on a blood oath or something?"

That gave Cat an idea. She stuck out her pinky finger. "Pinky promise."

Natasha looked down at it. "This is hardly a legally binding contract."

"Pinky promise," Cat insisted. "The most unbreakable of promises."

Natasha linked her pinky with Cat's.

Cat nodded importantly. "The deed is done."

Natasha shook her head, bemused. "You're ridiculous."

Cat got to her feet. "So when are we leaving?"

"Slow down there, Turbo." Natasha got up as well and led her to the couch. Taco had noticed and followed them. "You look like you're about to kneel over. When was the last time you slept?"

When was the last time she'd slept? She honestly couldn't remember. "I don't know."

"Sleep first. Then we'll go."

"Okay," Cat agreed, too tired to argue. Her head felt like it was stuffed with cotton, and everything hurt. She just wanted to fall asleep and never wake up. She laid down on the couch, resting her head on the arm rest. Taco jumped up and laid on her chest. It was a lot more comfortable than the chair she'd been tied to the first time she'd been here.

"Hey," she said with her eyes closed.

Natasha's voice came from a little to her left. "What?"

"Can you teach me how you did that knife thing?"

Cat didn't hear Natasha's response, because she was already drifting off to sleep.

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Notes: Thank you for reading! Please let me know what you think! Also my asks are open so feel free to drop anything there too!

[brooooswriting]

i just saw you are taking requests for wednesday and jenna. i’m so excited more people are writing for them. seeing as how jenna said she loves doing her own stunts. what about a jenna x reader one where jenna gets hurt on set doing one of her stunts and the reader taking care of her after. just some hurt/comfort and cute fluff.

Stunt

Jenna Ortega x reader

Word count: around 1,400

Jenna was awesome at her job, there really wasn’t any denying that. She was an awesome actor and took every step she could to make her acting as believable as possible.

You haven’t seen her in a couple of days as she was staying on set due to the workload. You didn’t just miss her but were also scared for her, she was clearly overworking herself (like always) and you just hoped that someone would force her to take a break.

The moment your phone rang and you saw Emma’s name on it you already dreaded what she was going to say. Sure you guys often talked and calling each other also was a regular thing but not at 12:30 at night when you knew they were shooting at night today.

“Emma?” You asked as you picked up the phone. “Hey y/n, can you come pick Jenna up?” She nervously chuckled knowing that was going to happen in the next second, you panicked. “Why? What happened? Is she alright?! Where are you guys? Is there-“ you rambled already looking for your car keys. “Calm down, she’s alright. Something went wrong when she was doing a stunt. she’s okay now but you know her, she’s stubborn and won’t leave” Emma explained to you causing you to let out a small laugh. “That seems about right, I’ll be there in 10”

Ten minutes later you arrived on set, Gwendoline was already waiting for you. “Thank you for coming darling. I love Jenna but she can be so unbelievably stubborn” the tall woman grinned causing you to laugh too. “She just doesn’t like being a bit chill or as she says ‘unproductive’” you explained knowing about Jenna’s anxiety. After you finished your sentence you already arrived at the trailer of the set doctor and you ran to your girlfriend the moment you saw her.

“My love, are you alright??” Crouching down next to her laying your hand on her knee. “Yes I am, can I go back to work now?” She was clearly annoyed and anxious. Her shoulder had three small cuts, she had several bruises in her right arm and her right foot was hurt. Other then that she looked ill with terribly dark eye bags under her eyes making you even more worried. “No you can’t. You’re coming home with me!” You didn’t really leave any room for arguments but she still didn’t move.

“Can you guys leave us alone for a second?” You asked the rest of the cast who left you alone. “Jenna” you started and her head immediately shot up, you never said Jenna unless you were mad or it was a really really serious topic. But to you this was one, she was the most important thing in your life and she was overdoing herself. “You’ve been overworking yourself lately, now you’re hurt and you STILL want to overwork yourself. I know that you get anxious when you don’t work and that you think that you’re being useless in the time being. But you’re not unproductive, you are taking care of yourself and you can only do a perfect job if you’re taking care of yourself. Come home with me so we can get you up as fast as possible ok?” You were sitting close to her while quietly trying to get her to come with you. You knew she was on a lot of drugs and didn’t have enough food, water nor sleep so you decided to talk about this with her tomorrow.

Everyday Jenna was fascinated by you, you knew so much about her and you always knew what to say to make her feel better. She had tears streaming down her face when you were done talking and she nodded before pulling you in for a hug. “Let’s go home” you whispered before picking her up bridal style trying not to hurt her. She hissed the first second but then quickly relaxed into you.

When you carried her outside you could hear the cast aww at the two of you. They said their goodbyes and get better wishes before you carefully sat her in the car. The drive was mostly quiet, the brunette took your hand at some point and put it on her thigh causing you to giggle.

Carefully carrying her inside you guys contemplated wether you should take a bath first or eat something. “I’m scared to take a bath, it’s going to hurt terribly” she mumbled into your neck causing you to coo. “I’m going to help you alright?” You gave her some painkillers before helping her undress and into the shower. She stood on one leg as you slightly pulled her against you so she could put more weight off of her foot. You carefully washed her hair and her body peppering kisses along the way in a loving way.

When you were done you wrapped the both of you up in a towel setting Jenna onto the sink before walking off to get some pjs. You had put her favorite ones on top of the heater before showering. The small girls gasped when you helped her put the clothes on, “you warmed them for me?” She whispered and you nodded before helping her walk to the kitchen.

Walking like this was much more exhausting and it took more time than carrying her but you didn’t want her to feel depended, so you let her walk. “What do you wanna eat?” You asked her but you weren’t really surprised when she said the same thing she always said.

After cooking your girlfriend sat on the couch eating the food you made while watching a movie. She was slowly falling asleep on your shoulder an hour later while laying on top of you, your arms tightly around her waist. “Baby” you mumbled slightly shaking her to wake her up but she only grumbled before burying her head deeper into your shoulder. “Come on, let’s get to bed” carrying her to bed and tugging her in before carefully spooning her.

The next morning the actress woke up to an empty bed which made her heart sink. Sighing she decided to waggle her way out of the bedroom. The second you heard the bedroom door you ran towards the room to help the girl into the kitchen. “Good morning angel” you mumbled against her lips as you crushed into her carefully picking her up and spinning her. “What are you doing?” She laughed wrapping her arms around your shoulder. “I’m just really really happy that you’re here” you mumbled before walking with her to the kitchen where you made breakfast.

“You baked a chocolate cake for me?” She nearly screamed from excitement as she saw the cake that said ‘get well soon <3’. “Of course, only the best for the best actress in the world” you grinned as you pulled out a chair for her. “If I was I wouldn’t have these injuries now” she told you playing with her fingers causing you to sigh. “My love, you’re a great actress and you’re one of a very few that does their stunts on their own which is awesome even if you get hurt sometimes alright?” You reassured her kissing her softly. “And now eat something so you can take your painkillers alright?” You mumbled before putting a glass of OJ in front of her.

“How are you feeling?” You asked her a couple of hours later as her head was laying on your lap while both of you read music softly playing in the background. “A bit useless but otherwise I’m fine” you sighed closing your book and laying it onto the coffee table. Your hand went into her hair and that was the moment she knew this was gonna be an uncomfortable conversation for her and this was your way of trying to comfort her during it. “Look, I hate seeing you hurt but I’m kind of happy it happened. You were overworking yourself my love, it’s terrible dangerous and you needed a break. You aren’t being useless or anything, you are being reasonable.” You kissed the top of her head causing her to hum.

“I love you” she mumbled before pulling you down by your neck to kiss you. “I love you too”

[munsonkitten]

steddie smut | 3k | AO3

Eddie lays on his back in Steve’s bed while his boyfriend flips through his box of tapes. He’s naked. Has been for a while, but Steve is still dressed in his ridiculously short shorts and one of Eddie’s t-shirts. Still looking for a specific tape, even though Eddie would be fine doing it without music at all because he’s been ready to go for like ten minutes now.

“Babe, just pick one,” Eddie sighs.

With no sign of Steve just picking one, Eddie lights up a cigarette and lays back against the pillows. He glances over at Steve as he blows smoke up toward the ceiling, and he reminds himself that he really likes Steve, even if he’s leaving Eddie hanging like this.

“Aha!” Steve finally exclaims. He pulls a tape out from the third box he looked through and waves it triumphantly for Eddie to see. He pops it into his cassette player and pulls his shirt over his head. “Are you ready for the Steve Harrington experience?”

The opening notes of Africa by Toto come through the speakers. Not a bad choice, but not Eddie’s first choice, either.

“Never say that again, you weirdo,” Eddie laughs.

Steve takes the cigarette from him and takes a drag before putting it out in the ashtray beside his bed.

“Is this your sex mixtape?” Eddie asks.

“Yes, it is, and it’s awesome,” Steve nods. “Now, where were we?”

He climbs onto the bed and straddles Eddie’s thighs.

“I believe you promised me a blowjob,” Eddie says, raising an eyebrow.

“Hmm,” Steve hums thoughtfully. “I don’t think I did, but I think it could be arranged.”

Steve leans down to kiss Eddie on the lips, his hands coming up to rest on his bare chest. His fingers find the bar going through one of Eddie’s nipples and punches, causing Eddie’s breath to stutter and his cock to twitch. He had been hard when Steve stripped him from his clothes, mouthing at him through his underwear, but Steve fucking Harrington—

He had paused right after getting Eddie’s underwear off— a hand halfway reaching out to grip Eddie where he needed it most— and got off the bed.

“What?” Eddie had asked.

“I just remembered— I have an awesome sex mix tape,” Steve had said.

And that’s how Eddie had ended up laying naked on Steve’s bed, and his erection had quickly waned in the long minutes it took for Steve to actually fucking find it.

Now, though, with Steve’s mouth sucking at his neck, and fingers pinching his nipples and twisting the piercings, he’s more than interested again.

He pushes his hips up, rubbing against the soft fabric of Steve’s shorts, a moan falling from his lips. He needs more, he needs Steve’s hand or mouth wrapped around him, or something. Steve doesn’t give it to him, not yet, but he makes slow movements into the air above Eddie, fabric dragging much too lightly against Eddie’s cock.

Steve pulls back and looks down at Eddie’s neck, gently smooths his thumb over the mark he sucked into Eddie’s neck. Eddie pulls him down for another quick kiss, and pushes at the waistband of Steve’s shorts to try and push them off. Steve helps him, and climbs off of Eddie long enough to kick them to the side and grab the lube from his nightstand.

“I want to fuck you,” Steve whispers when he’s back on the bed, hovering over Eddie’s body.

Eddie spreads his legs and moans his approval just as the song ends and another begins.

“Interesting choice,” Eddie laughs.

“Hey, You’re My Best Friend is a great song!” Steve protests.

“Maybe not for a sex mix?” Eddie suggests.

“Okay, well I don’t make fun of yours! And if I did, I would say the same thing about half of your songs,” Steve mutters.

“Oh yeah?” Eddie challenges.

Steve rubs a slick fingertip over Eddie’s entrance, spreading lube all over.

“Yeah. Your mix has Crazy Train on it,” Steve says. He presses one finger inside Eddie. “Twice.”

“Fuck,” Eddie swears at the intrusion. “Crazy Train has to be on it twice. Once to get me going and once to help me wind down after.”

The next song starts playing just as Steve works in another finger beside the first.

“Really, dude. This is not keeping me in the mood. I’m so distracted by how unsexy these songs are,” Eddie laughs. “It’s like you just picked songs you liked instead of setting a mood or sticking to a theme.”

“How is Gimme, Gimme, Gimme not sexy? Who are you?” Steve scoffs.

“Babe,” Eddie laughs, tossing his head back. “How are you a real person?”

“Shut up,” Steve says, leaning over Eddie to capture his lips in another kiss.

“My dick’s like not even hard anymore. That’s how unsexy I find this,” Eddie tells him.

Steve wraps his hand around Eddie’s cock and gives it a few strokes.

“Seems hard to me,” Steve whispers.

“I don’t know. I think I might need that blowjob you mentioned.”

Eddie wiggles his eyebrows at Steve and lifts his hips up insistently.

Steve grins and moves down his body, keeping two fingers moving slowly in and out of him. He presses a kiss to the inside of Eddie’s thigh, then grazes his teeth over the sensitive skin.

“Please,” Eddie whispers.

He doesn’t need to say what he wants, Steve already knows. He sinks his teeth just a bit hard into the skin, causing Eddie to tense up with the pleasurable pain. He groans out Steve’s name and sinks a hand into his hair. Steve sucks bruises into each thigh, moving high and higher until he presses a kiss to the base of Eddie’s cock.

And fuck he thinks he might come right here, right now.

Steve recognizes this, pulls his fingers out and rests his head against Eddie’s hip bone for a second to let him cool down a bit. The song changes and Eddie throws his hands over his face to cover his laughing groan.

“Fucking Phil Collins?” Eddie asks. “I hate Phil Collins, dude.”

“Hey this song is awesome!” Steve protests.

“No, baby, it’s not. Please tell me this tape gets better or I’m not going to let you fuck me,” Eddie half-jokes.

“What gets better than this?“ Steve asks.

He leans back down and wraps his hand around the base of Eddie’s cock. He presses a kiss to the head and Eddie throws his head back against the pillow. Okay, maybe he can ignore In the Air Tonight as long as Steve gets his mouth on him expeditiously. He shuts his eyes and allows himself to just feel as Steve licks at him and kisses his shaft, slowly stroking him with his hand, not yet fully taking him in yet, but that’s fine, he’ll get there.

“So you can wipe off that grin,” Steve sings quietly, just above a whisper. He can feel Steve’s breath on him. “I know where you’ve been—”

(Or maybe he won’t get there, Eddie thinks to himself.)

“Steve Harrington, if you're using my dick as a microphone I’m going to kill you,” Eddie says without opening his eyes. “Put that mouth to better use than singing, would you?”

“You don’t like my singing voice?” Steve asks innocently.

Eddie opens his eyes as he props himself up on his elbows. He’s up just in time for Steve to come back up so they’re face to face again.

“Give me a kiss,” Steve requests.

Eddie sits up fully and cups Steve’s face with his hands, pulling him in for a slow kiss.

Steve draws back just enough to speak.

“Now tell me you love me,” Steve whispers.

“I love you, Stevie,” Eddie breathes, going in for another kiss.

“And say you’re sorry for insulting my singing voice,” Steve says when he pulls back again.

“Never,” Eddie breathes with a quiet laugh.

Steve sings the next verse louder, right into Eddie’s face as he pushes him to lay down again. Steve finds the lube again, falling quiet as he concentrates on opening it and rubbing it between his fingers to warm it.

Eddie knows what comes next in the song, and as Steve moves two fingers inside him, he prays to all the gods he doesn’t believe in that Steve doesn’t do what Eddie thinks he’s going to do—

He does. He pulls his fingers out so he can do the drumming on Eddie’s spread thighs with his hands.

That has Eddie rolling out of bed and reaching for his underwear.

“Baby, where are you going?” Steve asks.

“Steve, I’m sorry, but I cannot fuck in these conditions,” Eddie says, pulling his boxers up and over his hips.

“Noo,” Steve whines. “It gets better! No more singing, or drumming, okay? Promise. I swear on Dustin’s mother.”

“Dude you are Dustin’s mother,” Eddie tells him.

He pushes his boxers back down though and settles into the bed again.

The song fades into the next and Eddie can live with it, he guesses. It’s not anything he would put on his own sex mix, but it’s fine.

Steve looks like he’s about to sing, though and Eddie gives him a pointed look.

“You’re on your last life, dude. Mess this up and it’s game over, bud,” Eddie tells him.

Steve mimes zipping his lips and throwing away the key and Eddie laughs.

Eddie spreads his legs again and Steve bends down to kiss the scars covering Eddie’s abdomen. He works three fingers into Eddie this time and finally takes his cock into his mouth. Eddie isn’t so worked up anymore, but Steve’s ministrations quickly get him back to fully hard.

“Oh— fuck, baby, I’m ready,” Eddie decides.

Steve keeps good on his promise and even as Kiss On My List ends and Waiting for a Girl Like You begins, Steve seems to ignore the music. That makes it easier for Eddie to put it into the back of his mind.

Eddie reaches over to the nightstand and grabs a condom out of the drawer. He tosses it at Steve, who keeps stretching Eddie for just a little while longer.

He finally rolls the condom over his cock and lubes himself up and Eddie spreads his legs even further in anticipation. Steve presses against him, slowly inching his way inside. Eddie pulls him down for a kiss, his mouth hanging open on a moan.

The song comes to an end just as Steve bottoms out inside him, and in the few seconds between songs, Eddie adjusts to Steve’s cock inside him. Steve leaves wet kisses all over Eddie’s neck, grazes his teeth in the spots he knows drive Eddie wild.

Eddie almost doesn’t realize what song comes next, too in love and feeling too good to really process it, but when it clicks, it ruins the entire mood.

“Nope,” Eddie says, shoving Steve off of him. “Nope, dude. I’m not having sex to Cat’s in the fucking Cradle, dude. Fuck off.”

Steve looks absolutely lost, just sitting on the bed where Eddie pushed him.

“Get dressed and get in the car,” Eddie orders. He reaches down to pick up his own underwear again and finds his jeans. He has to force his dick inside and it’s near painful as he zips up his tight pants, but he’ll fucking manage. He pulls the tape out of the player and shoves it back into the case. It goes into his pocket.

Steve is still sitting on the bed, his dick hard between his legs, and his face completely and utterly confused, and a little hurt, too. Eddie walks over to him, kisses him on the forehead, and reaches between them to pull the condom off. Steve groans at Eddie’s touch, but Eddie doesn’t give him any more of that.

He tosses the condom in the trash and bends down to pick up Steve’s underwear and finds him a pair of pants because the shorts he wears around the house are completely indecent. He tosses the pants and the shirt Steve had been wearing earlier at his boyfriend.

“Get dressed. I’ll be in the car,” Eddie says again.

He stops to pee on the way, and he stops to drink a glass of water, too, trying to calm himself down a bit.

He feels like a bit of a dick, but really. Harrington has some issues if this is his ‘awesome sex mix,’ because wow.

Steve slides into the passenger seat of Eddie’s van with his arms crossed over his chest and a hurt look on his face.

“Hey, I love you,” Eddie tells him, reaching out to pat his thigh.

“Whatever,” Steve mutters. “Where are we going?”

“Joyce and Hopper’s.” Eddie answers as he puts his van in drive. He pulls away from the curb and ignores Steve’s questions.

The Byers wanted to move back into town shortly after the whole Vecna ordeal, but they had a lot of loose ends to tie up in California. They had to pack up the house and finish up the school year even if none of the kids cared about that school one way or another. Plus, Hawkins was in a state of complete disaster.

It took them a few months to finally make the move back, and now their moving truck has arrived, and just about everyone is over helping them unpack. Everyone except Eddie and Steve, who decided they deserved a night alone if the kids were otherwise occupied.

Eddie pulls up in front of the new house and kills the engine.

Steve looks like he’s about to combust in his seat, so Eddie just leans over and kisses him on the cheek and gets out of the car.

He walks right into the front door, which is open as people walk out to get new boxes to carry inside.

“Eddie!” Joyce greets him. “Oh I wasn’t expecting you boys!”

“We decided our time would be better spent helping you all. Isn’t that right, Stevie?” Eddie asks, turning to look at Steve behind him.

“Whatever,” Steve mutters again.

“Well, come in. Hop’s in the kitchen mixing drinks right now, so you better find him before he’s done if you want something,” Joyce says, leading them into the house. “We’ve still got furniture and tons of boxes to move in, so it’s good you strong boys are here.”

Eddie nods, grinning.

“Hey, I brought a tape. Can I play it?” Eddie asks.

“Oh of course, sweetie,” Joyce smiles.

Steve casts him a glare. Eddie smiles at him and goes to the stereo system, already set up. He lifts the needle on the record currently playing and pops the tape into the tape deck beside the turntable.

“Eddie please don’t,” Steve says.

“Sorry, baby,” Eddie grins. “It’s already playing!”

The opening notes of Africa come through the speakers.

“I didn’t think this was your style, Munson,” Hopper says as he comes into the living room.

“Oh, this is Stevie’s,” Eddie tells him.

“That makes more sense,” Hopper nods.

“Okay, but tell me if it makes sense to be his sex mix,” Eddie says.

“Eddie,” Steve pleads. “Don’t tell them that.”

“Well, I think it’s romantic,” Joyce says wistfully.

“Our sex is not romantic,” Eddie laughs. “Steve is one kinky motherfucker.”

“No I’m not?”

“Okay, baby, whatever you say,” Eddie winks. And the thing is— Steve isn’t really. Neither is Eddie, not the way he advertises himself, anyway, with the flagging and the cuffs on his wall. He doesn’t use those with Steve. They both have their things, sure, but Eddie finds Steve entirely endearing, and yes, he’s definitely a romantic even when they’re spitting in each other’s mouths and eating each other’s asses.

“I’m really not,” Steve whispers to Joyce.

She’s giggling, while Hopper looks completely affronted. Eddie doesn’t take offense to it. When they came out to Hopper and Joyce, Hopper had said ‘I don’t like this. Not because you’re gay or whatever, but because you two are kind of disgusting and weird.’ Which is really kind of true. That’s why Eddie has made it his mission to bother Hopper in any way he can by giving him details he never asked for.

The songs bleed into each other as Steve and Eddie help bring boxes in and move furniture around. Hopper makes weird faces when some of them come on, and Joyce can be found whispering in his ear at different times.

Nancy comes downstairs and Steve looks like he’s about to flee. Eddie grabs onto his wrist and pulls him near.

“Is this Steve’s?” Nancy asks amused suspicion on her face. Jonathan comes down right behind her and stops.

“Is this—”

“How do you know about this, Byers?” Eddie asks.

Jonathan looks really fucking uneasy, and maybe Eddie’s jealousy showed through just a bit too much, too much of an edge to his voice.

Nancy just fucking laughs.

“Don’t worry, Eddie, I told him,” she assures him. She comes up and pats his cheek, an apologetic look on her face. “Sorry you have to go through this.”

“Hey! The ladies never complain!” Steve defends himself.

“And how many many of those ladies had a second date?” Eddie asks.

Steve’s face goes bright red.

Cat’s in the Cradle starts playing. Hopper walks over to the tape player and shuts it off.

“I should arrest you for that,” he says, throwing the tape at Steve’s chest.

“Eddie’s is so much worse!” Steve shouts.

“At least my songs are about fucking, dude!”

“Shh, the kids are here,” Joyce says, shushing all of them.

“Munson, where’s your tape?” Hopper asks.

“Oh, it’s uh, at home?”

“No, it’s not. We fucked in your van last night,” Steve reminds him. As if Eddie forgot. He rode Steve like his life depended on it, took a break to smoke a cigarette and eat a poptart, and then fucking did it again. He’s not forgetting that.

“Didn’t need that info,” Hopper mutters. “Go get it, Harrington.”

Steve pulls the keys out of Eddie’s pocket and runs out to the van.

The tape gets popped into the player and Eddie has to remind himself not to pop a stiffy after associating these songs almost entirely with fucking Steve for the last six months.

Crazy Train starts and Hopper furrows his brows and looks at Eddie.

“You said your songs are about fucking?” he asks. “I don’t want to know what you definition of fucking is, then, I guess.”

“Okay fine!” Eddie yells. “Maybe not all of them are, but at least they’re not about fucking, like, father-son relationships and daddy issues. Holy fuck.”

Hopper reads over the tracklisting that Eddie carefully wrote on it.

“Crazy Train twice?” he asks.

“To get him going and to wind him down, as he said earlier,” Steve answers before Eddie can defend himself.

“There’s a lot of WASP on here,” Hopper comments.

“Okay okay! Make fun of the freak, whatever,” Eddie mutters. “It’s not fucking Cat’s in the Cradle, though!”

“Maybe both of your mixtapes are bad, huh?” Hopper suggests.

“Like you could make a better one,” Eddie challenges.

“Oh, I have. Trust me, I have,” Hopper smirks.

“He has,” Joyce agrees.

“Ew, mom,” Jonathan mutters. “At least wait until I’m out of the room.”

“Sorry, sweetie,” Joyce says.

The conversation ends when the kids all come barreling down the stairs. Dustin throws himself at Steve, and Steve stumbles back as he tries to accept the hug. Eleven has one arm looped with Max’s, helping her carefully down the stairs. The two girls pull Eddie into a hug and ask if he wants to paint his nails with them and braid each other’s hair, and how could he say no to that?

He takes a glance at Steve, who doesn’t seem so mad anymore, and he agrees, but tells them to wait a minute.

He has to push through the boys to get to his boyfriend, and he leaves a smacking, wet kiss on his cheek.

“Love you,” Eddie whispers into his hair.

“Love you, too, baby,” Steve whispers, turning his face to press a quick kiss to Eddie’s lips.

“Gross,” Max mutters. “You guys are so gross.”

“You can’t even see us, Red!” Eddie laughs.

“I can hear you! And you sound fucking gross!”

Maybe they’re gross. Maybe their mix tapes are bad. Maybe, maybe, maybe.

They’re meant for each other.

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[ivypendragon2]

My hot takes about cobra kai as (I hope) a not biased viewer:

- Everyone is kind of exaggerating everything that happened between Mijagi Do and Tory. People are looking way too much into it saying things like “Daniel clearly wanted Sam to win” “They should have gone straight to Tory when she left” “they betrayed her”, etc. First of all, none of these people were saying shit when Daniel and Johnny left Robby with Kreese (who ten minutes before tried to kill Johnny AGAIN), but apart from that, this show clearly doesn’t believe in going after this kids when they are upset. Second, they needed Tory to feel alone for the plot…there is nothing much to it, this show is not a masterpiece they are doing what they can with what they have. Then, saying Robby should have gone after Tory, like Devon or Johnny or Sam. Would I have loved that? Yes, but if that were the case we would NOT HAVE A PLOT and idk, she just lost her mum what is Robby supposed to tell her? How can he comfort her? How would YOU comfort a person that has never let anyone help her o comfort her? Tory has showed more than one time that she pushes people away when they try to help her, and even if she was getting better, this season is about the main characters repeating their bullshit again (ejem Johnny and Daniel). And apart from that, he is a 17 year old boy, Devon is even younger, I wouldn’t know what to say either. Some people want and need space too, you know? And Tory had a brother, maybe they thought she was going to him. I try to understand all the characters, not just the victim.

- “Daniel only wanted Sam to win” yes, we have seen during all season Daniel showing a clear preference for Sam (even positioning her above the boys which is…debatable because her technique is beautiful and precise but she is not as agile as the rest) and yes, it was kind of insufferable because he didn’t even put Tory in the list and she is a BEAST. But, as a matter of fact, I don’t think him stopping the fight had anything to do with that. He just saw Tory as a little girl who just her mum, a little girl who probably hadn’t slept or eaten well in days. And he also watched her been more brutal with his daughter, which Tory once left in the hospital with stitches too. And everyone keeps saying “Johnny was right! Let her fight with anger!” But one, that’s his daughter in the mat, and second, please remind me how things go when this kids fight with anger and pain. The school fight? Miguel falling? The spikes bracelet? Dimitris arm? Kenny and Anthony? Robby vs Keeny? The apartment fight? Tell me, is it really worth it? These kids getting seriously hurt? To me, it’s not. They should have tried to find another way.

- Hawk vs Dimitri? Everyone saying Dimitri is a traitor makes me LAUGH because you all don’t like it when things turn around, huh? Dimitri didn’t even left a scratch on Hawk, he did was cobra kai has been doing since S1 (use their weaknesses against them). But when Hawk injured Robby you all said it was part of the tournament, that it wasn’t a big deal. When Miguel used that injure against him, it’s justified. I could keep on with that, but I will just let it there. I was waiting for Dimitri to finally do something for himself.

- Miguel’s fanboys are the worst. Crying about Miguel not winning 😭 baby Miguel has won time after time Robby earned this fair and square. His technique is awesome, his agility, his kicks, and the actor literally did all of this for his character. If you can’t respect it for Robby, at least do it for Tanner.

- why is everyone thinking Tory will be with Kwon? You really think Tory will just straight forget what Kim did to her? You really think she just will be all friendly buddy with them? She needs them and they need her, that’s all. And Tory clearly loves Robby, it’s not so hard to understand, they are building everything for them to end up together like they did with Miguel and Sam last season.

- Daniel was INSUFFERABLE WITH MIJAGI LET THAT MAN REST IN PEACE.

- Why is everyone making it look like Miguel being in the wait list is the end of the world? Doesn’t that happen to most kids in the USA? And if they are short on money…get a job? Like I did? Like most of us do? I love Miguel, I really do, but they are making it look way worse than it actually is. He is smart and dedicated, if standford says no, well keep going.

- Hawk being nerfed is full plot.

- people really think a focused Miguel can win easily against a focused Robby? We have seen since s1 that focus is Robby’s main problem but when he focus…he was literally smirking while fighting Miguel man he is a force to be reckoned with.

- Someone needs to explain to me why Johnny hasn’t kicked Daniel in the face yet.

[lionlena]

A girl from the street (JavierPeñaxf!reader)

Summary: You're a CIA agent who's only been in Colombia for a week, but your boss is already throwing you into the worst shit. You have to pretend to be a prostitute, and just when things get bad, this handsome guy shows up.

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, smut, reader is undercover as a prostitute, women harassment, curses, oral sex, pussy eating, protect sex, use a condom, Javi is a little asshole.

A/N: Y/LN - your last name

You always thought you joined the CIA to change the world. You wanted to show that women can be strong, independent, and kick bad guys' asses. You ended up standing on a street corner dressed like a whore and having to endure the presence of a fat man who smelled of sweat and insisted you give him a blowjob.

How did it happen? Oh yes. Stechner, your boss. A dick like few in this world. He hated women. He hated even more women who wanted to climb the rungs of the ladder called careers. That's why you came to Colombia. In America, you didn't have a chance to get promoted as quickly as here. One thing you didn't foresee... Bill Stechner was a fucking prick.

Already in the first week of your work (you haven't even had time to unpack and meet your co-workers yet) he decided that you would be great for observing a suspicious type. On the surface, the task was simple. You had a camera built into your handbag and you were just supposed to take pictures when your "subject" will walk into the bar. You were supposed to document with whom and when he enters the bar. Of course, Stechner decided that you couldn't just stand in the middle of the street as a tourist, because that would surely arouse someone's suspicions. There were also no convenient vantage points nearby, so that was out of the question as well. So what plan did this prick come up with? You will pretend to be a whore. After all, it's normal in Colombia for prostitutes to stand in the streets for long hours waiting for customers. A really brilliant plan. It's just a pity he didn't anticipate real customers coming to you.

You got rid of the first one quickly. You saw that he was poor, so you gave a very high amount. The guy left quickly.

The other looked like someone who rarely used prostitutes. You sensed his uncertainty, so you said he'd have to use a condom, preferably two because you're sick. He ran away so fast you almost laughed.

In the meantime, your "object" has arrived. You pressed the appropriate button on the bottom of the bag and you were sure that you would be able to disappear in no time. Unfortunately, a short, fat guy approached you, he looked to be in his fifties and looked like someone who used whores a lot. He held out some bills towards you and said:

"You're going to blow me in that alley."

You felt disgusted and replied, "No."

The guy raised his eyebrows and looked you up and down and you realized you made a mistake. You were still undercover and you didn't know who this guy might be. In Colombia, potentially, any guy could belong to some drug cartel. If he started fighting you and discovered what you had in your purse, things could get really ugly. Of course, things would be different if the moron (your boss) gave you the support you asked for. But he stated that it was such a simple task that he would not involve additional agents. Just fucking awesome. You tried to salvage the situation somehow.

"I'm sorry, stallion, but I'm waiting for a regular customer."

The guy snorted and gave you a really dirty look.

"You've been standing here for an hour and you haven't had any customers, I think you can do your job in ten minutes."

Pfff, sure... He probably wouldn't even last a minute.

You tried to reply in the sweetest voice you could muster: "I'd rather not risk it."

"Okay. I'll wait. If that regular customer of yours doesn't show up soon, I'll drag you there by your hair and fuck you for free."

The guy walked a few meters away and leaned against the wall of the building. He watched you like a hawk. Fuck. Thanks so fucking much Stechner. You frantically considered your options.

To suck his dick... Hell no!

Leave. He'll probably start following you.

So what?

And then, out of nowhere, a handsome guy appeared in front of you. He was wearing a navy blue shirt, a leather jacket, and dark jeans. He had dark, thick hair, some of it falling over his forehead. He had a dark mustache under his nose. His brown eyes made you trust him. And he was hot... Very hot.

"Hey, beauty." He licked his lips and gave you a flirty look. "Maybe I'll take you to my home for the night. I'm paying double."

You made your decision quickly. You didn't have a gun, no badge, and you'd probably have to break that fat prick's arm when he tried to rape you. The guy in front of you looked clean and reasonably nice.

You put your hand on his shoulder and smiled broadly, "Let's go."

He grabbed your waist and led you to his car. Once inside you asked, "So what should I call you, sweetheart?"

"Javier. And you?"

"Y/N," You told him your real name, deciding it didn't matter anyway.

Okay, maybe going to the apartment with a stranger wasn't the smartest thing to do, but prostitutes did it all the time. True?

(Maybe you would have known this if you had talked to a real prostitute beforehand, but Stechner of course decided it was unnecessary.)

If you had any fears, they were dispelled the moment you entered his apartment and Javier pulled you close and kissed you. He knew how to do it. He wasn't pushy, but he knew how to apply the right pressure. His hand traveled down your back. And you, being so close to him, could smell his intoxicating scent. When he pulled away from you, he winked at you.

"Whiskey?"

"Umm... Yes."

He tossed his jacket onto the couch and that's when you saw it. FUCK! He had a gun in his belt. How could you not notice it before? You were a fucking CIA agent. You're about to die the stupidest death in history. However, just as you were contemplating how to escape, Javier put his gun down on the table and took his badge out of his pants pocket. He glanced at you and apparently noticed you gulping nervously. He waved his badge and asked, "Does that bother you?"

And then, if you were sensible, you'd tell him the truth. "Hey, that's funny. We're workmates. My badge is at home, but I'm with the CIA, and that's my cover."

Unfortunately, your mind has been overcome by the pressure building up between your legs. You've heard that some people get turned on by role-playing, but you never thought you also. Technically, Javier was the unwitting one, but that didn't count. You carefully hung your purse on the hanger near the door and looked at him.

"No. You just don't look like a cop."

Javier laughed and pulled a cigarette out of his pocket.

"That's what it's all about, Lovey."

You nodded, knowing full well that it made sense. The bandits couldn't see you, as an agent from a mile away. You walked over to the couch, glancing at his badge. You noticed the sign and realized he was from DEA. Well, that was probably another moment when you should have backed off. You knew that CIA and DEA agents had a conflict with each other. But then Javier undid a few buttons on his shirt, revealing shiny skin. He handed you a glass of alcohol and you couldn't take your eyes off him. You sat back and took a good gulp, savoring the taste and the warmth spreading in your stomach. Javier knelt beside you, his hand traveling from your thigh to your knee, down your calf, and lingered on the straps of your boots.

"Why don't we get rid of this first?"

Oh god, you couldn't be more grateful to him. You weren't used to wearing such high boots and your legs were dying after standing for so long. He efficiently held a cigarette in his mouth, and with his hands freed you from this shoe nightmare. He placed one of your feet on his thigh, close to his crotch, and you could feel the tension in his pants. He took a few more puffs on his cigarette and stubbed it out. He reached for your glass and placed it on the table. Then his hands spread your thighs apart and one hand found its way to your panties. You were soaked and Javier liked it.

"Hmm, you're ready for me now." One of his fingers slid under the fabric of your panties and hooked your clit. You groaned and lifted your hips. "Yes, like this."

Then you started to wonder if this is normal. As a prostitute, you're supposed to please him. But maybe he was one of the few guys who got turned on by treating whores that way. You decided to start rubbing his crotch with your foot. Javier threw his head back and groaned.

"Yes, yes... That's right, sweetie. You're good at it."

The praise from his mouth made your cheeks blush.

After a moment, he gently removed your foot and removed his toe from your panties. You groaned in displeasure, but he just patted your leg.

"We're wearing too many clothes. Get up, hermosa ."

You didn't know how he did it, but you were ready to obey his every command without resistance. Maybe it was his voice. Maybe it's his big hands. Maybe broad shoulders. Maybe it all combined to make him so sexy and you really wanted to fuck him.

You got up, but Javier was still kneeling in front of you. In one swift motion, he took off your short skirt and panties. He then took off his shirt and then wrapped his arms around your legs and started pulling you towards him. You stood a bit unsteadily with your pussy so close to his face, but his hands held you steady. He kissed the inside of your thigh and murmured:

"Let me taste you."

That was the only warning you got before his face buried itself between your thighs. Were it not for his strong arms, you would have jumped in surprise. His tongue masterfully circled your clit. Your knees pressed against his body and at one point you had to grab his head to find some way to keep your balance. Though you were sure he wouldn't let you fall. You tugged at his hair and he moaned right into your pussy, but his tongue didn't leave you for a moment. It devoured you like a thirsty animal, and your legs grew weaker and weaker. His mustache rubbing against your sensitive skin was an added stimulus.

"Javier... Jav ..." you moaned. " Javi ... Fuck..."

You felt a familiar warmth building up in your belly and knew you were close. You thought if he treated all the prostitutes that way, they were probably paying him.

Suddenly his tongue pushed into you. His nose poked at your sensitive bundle of nerves. You tilted your head back, arched your back, and your legs began to shake. You felt Javier tighten his grip as if encouraging you to come. You let out a loud moan and came. Javier ran his tongue over your labia a few more times before helping you fall onto the couch. You were breathing heavily, but you still wanted more. Javier stood up and you reached your hand towards his crotch. There was already a wet stain from pre-cum on the bottom of his jeans. He smiled and licked his lips. His beard was still glistening with your juices. He leaned over to you and murmured:

"Do you want to taste how delicious you are?"

He connected his lips to yours and you willingly let his tongue inside. As he pulled away from you, he winked at you and asked, "Can I fuck you?"

God?! Who was he and why was he asking? Your pussy was already twitching uneasily at the thought of his cock. You groaned and nodded your head.

He took off his pants and his cock popped out standing proudly. His tip was covered with little droplets of pre-cum. You groaned in delight. It was big, but not in a terrifying way. It was big enough for you to feel full.

Javier smiled and reached into his wallet to pull out a condom and... You were really grateful to him.

Well, that would be the "perfect" end to your career if you found out that after just one week of being a CIA agent in Colombia, you got pregnant by a DEA agent while being undercover as a prostitute. You would become a legend of the department. And not in a good way.

After a while, Javier knelt on the couch between your legs and positioned himself right next to your pussy. He began to enter you gently, and you felt the walls of your vagina stretch. When half of his cock was already inside you, he made one quick thrust so that his entire length was inside your warm, moist interior. You groaned and bit your lip. Javier paused for a moment, letting you get used to the stretch. He started to place gentle kisses on your breasts trying to distract you from discomfort. When he felt you relax, he began to move his hips. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and wrapped your legs around his back. You dug your heels into him, signaling him to speed up. Javier lowered his head and panted right next to your ear, making your excitement grow with every second. You felt yourself slowly getting closer to another orgasm. Your nails dug into his back.

"Yes," he growled. "Come on, on my cock. Come on, muñequita."

You started moaning and as you came your vagina tightened around his penis. Javier put his hands behind your back to lift you up. You screamed at the sudden change of position. He put one of his legs on the floor for better leverage and began thrusting into you at a brutal pace. He moaned louder and louder, and as his movements became more chaotic, you knew he was close.

When he came he placed you on the couch. He collapsed onto your body, burying his face between your breasts and panting heavily.

You were both coming off your orgasms. You started to gently stroke his nape, right at the hairline. You didn't know where the sudden surge of affection came from. You were probably still on a post-orgasm high. Javier muttered something unintelligible against your skin.

"What are you saying?"

He raised his head slightly.

"Stop doing that." You were about to apologize to him when he kissed your breast and added, "Or else I'll fall asleep on top of you and you'll be pinned down by my weight all night."

You giggled lightly and he sighed and gently pulled out of you. He got up from the couch and disappeared into the bathroom for a moment, where he threw away the condom. When he returned, he put on his pants, lit a cigarette, and stood by the window. You stretched out on the couch and enjoyed watching the muscles in his back. Javier turned to you.

"And good advice for the future, you should have support when you're undercover."

You huffed and sat up quickly on the couch. You looked at him and waited for his next words. But he was still standing there with a stupid smirk on his face and a cigarette between his lips.

"Did you know?!"

"From the beginning. Sorry, honey, but I know a lot of prostitutes and none of them act like you. You obviously haven't done your homework."

You huffed angrily and crossed your arms over your chest.

"It's that dick Stechner fault. I've only been here a week and he's already pushed me into the worst shit." You shot Javier an angry look. "And for your information, I asked for support, but he refused me."

Javier finished smoking and sat next to you. He began to gently stroke your bare hip. It's strange that you still didn't feel ashamed being completely naked.

"So CIA. We have more in common than I thought. Apparently, we both don't like Stechner," he muttered and leaned closer to you. "If you want to switch departments, let me know. It's not worth wasting your time with an asshole like Bill."

You laughed slightly and shook your head.

"Because it's better to work with an asshole like you agent..." You gave him a suggestive look and he replied "Agent Peña". You nodded and finished, "Agent Peña? You could have told me you knew about my cover."

"I could." He moved even closer to you. "But you could have told me too. I thought waving my badge would be suggestive enough." He brushed his fingers across your belly. "However, for some reason, you made a different decision." The other of his hands cupped your cheek. "Can I make it up to you somehow?" His hand moved between your thighs.

And all of your anger suddenly vanished. He mesmerized you with those brown eyes and you didn't resist as he pulled you into a kiss.

You will regret it later.

*

You regretted it two days later.

You just walked into your boss's office and found Javier there. You had to use all your skills to keep a neutral face. It looked like they had had some heated discussion with each other a moment earlier because both had anger in their eyes. However, Javier immediately softened when he saw you. Stechner, on the other hand, quite dismissively said:

"This is our new addition. Agent Y/LN. Meet Agent Peña. Unless you've met before."

You tentatively stretched out your hand towards him. Peña could have easily compromised you. One word or a stupid question: "You're not a prostitute?" was enough.

Javier smiled and shook your hand.

"Unfortunately not. I would certainly remember her."

Stechner rolled his eyes, and you returned the smile and quietly breathed a sigh of relief. Javier was an asshole, but he respected women. You already knew that if he ever needs your help, you'd be happy to help him and give him all the dirt you can find about your boss.

[mbappeward]

getting your period in the middle of a date - kylian mbappe imagine

im back!!! i finished my finals so from now on i will write more lol i promise. enjoy this one for now !!

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you listened contentedly to your boyfriend's story about him and his mom. when ywere younger. "i would love for you to meet her soon," he tells you, still letting out small stifles of laughter while finishing the last of his chocolate croissant. "I think you'd like her." "yeah, i agree. she sounds awesome," you giggled with a sure nod, matching the laughing crease of his eyes to your own. you took the last gulp of your cookies and creame frappe, but subtly slid an arm over your stomach when you felt it starting to cramp up. you tried your best to hide the sudden pain, because you were right in the middle of a long-awaited date with him. you didn't want him to worry because it would ruin the day. but kylian could always easily read you like an open book, as he noticed the way your face contorted, displaying the obvious expression of discomfort, "are you okay?"

a huge wave of agony started to set a camp in your abdomen, causing you to jolt slightly in shock. kylian reached over the table to place his hand on top of yours as if it were a natural reaction. you held your stomach tighter and your eyes grew wide in sudden realisation of what these cramps meant. as well as cramps, you were starting to feel panic rise in your chest as you hadn't come prepared for such a thing. usually, mother nature would pay you a visit at the end of the month, not right at the beginning. you were hoping it was just a false alarm. "uhm... yeah," you said unsurely, giving him a soft yet forced smile and slowly slipping your hand away from his. "i'll be right back." without giving it a second thought, you quickly stood up from your seat and made your way to the toilet, which left your boyfriend confused and dumbfounded. you locked yourself in a cubicle and almost burst into tears when you came eye-to-eye with a tiny puddle of blood. you facepalmed yourself while still sat on the toilet, trying to figure out why this was happening to you right now. everything was going so well. you were having the best time with your boyfriend at the cutest little café. but the universe had other plans for you. plans that you didn't exactly agree with.

after a couple minutes of tears and cursing under your breath, you fished your phone out of your bag and decided to text kylian, hoping he'd be okay to help you out with this. you sighed in relief when he told you that he'd go to the nearest convenience store, which was right next to the cafe, and pick up what you needed. considering you'd only been together for the best of four months, you were a tad embarrassed by this. once he got there, he texted you pictures of everything to make sure he bought you the exact ones that you prefered. a huge smile played on your lips roughly ten minutes later, you heard a knock on your cubicle door, "honey, it's me. i'm gonna slide them to you." a sigh of relief left your mouth and your heart warmed when he slid the packet under the door to you. you bent down to pick them up and was about to thank him, until he spoke again. "i also got some pain killers and a bottle of water, which may help with the cramps and all." tears, another set of tears had flooded your eyes and uncontrollably rolled down your cheeks. damn hormones. although, you had an excuse to be so emotional because you had the sweetest, most thoughtful boyfriend ever.

he really did care about you. he didn't even give a second thought about the fact that he was standing in the middle of a women's restroom. he just wanted to know you were okay first above everything. "y/n, is everything okay?" his voice sounded somewhat timid behind the door. he must've heard you sobbing to yourself. "y-yeah. i just- thank you so much for doing this for me," you sniffled, with your tone evidently wavering from all the waterworks. "always," a small grin tugged up from the corner of his lips. he then looked around and realised where he was, as a teenage girl walked in with a small frown on her face at the sight of a grown man standing in front of a closed cubicle in a women's restroom. "I'll just be waiting outside for you, okay?" you hummed in response, mostly because you were still quietly sobbing and words failed you at the moment. you were crying partly because of how perfect of a boyfriend kylian was to you, but also because you were afraid that you had ruined such a perfectly good date. or maybe it's just that the waterworks had burst open from the hormones that were hitting you like a thousand bricks all at once. you immediately wrapped your arms around kylian's torso when you had joined him outside the café, "you are a literal lifesaver. i can't thank you enough." "don't even mention it, my love," he mumbled into your hair, before gently kissing your head and rubbing his hand across your back. "how are you feeling now?" "well, i could definitely use those pain killers. please," you replied in a soft whisper, lifting your head up from his chest with a small pout. your boyfriend grinned and passed you the bottle of water with the box of pills that were in his spare hand. he watched as you tried to save yourself from any further agony, suggesting to go straight home instead of finishing the date with book-searching in the library. as much as you wanted to protest against the idea, you had to agree with him because you were already starting to feel icky, drowsy, and above all, beyond emotional. home sounded like the best setting for you at the moment. on the journey home in the taxiyour head gradually fell onto kylian's shoulder with your eyes fluttering closed and the grip you had with his hand became loose.

his heart did a little dance at the view of you peacefully sleeping. before he carefully placed your head onto his thigh which allowed you to fully relax with comfort. he smiled ever so softly when he watched your body reflect the steady exhales and inhales of drifting into a deep slumber. subconciously, kylian started stroking your head and occasionally brushing his knuckles against your cheek, happy to see you become so comfortable in his presence. after leaning down to kiss your temple, he hadn't quite noticed the sleepy smile that pierced onto your lips. even though the day didn't go quite as planned, it was still so worth it. just like every day you spent with together.

[void-ink-studios]

Rinse and Spit [Part 7] - A Mouthwashing AU

I DID NOT MEAN FOR THIS TO BE THIS LATE!!! I wanted to update this a week ago. But work got very busy and annoying all at once. But it's here now! Merry Christmas.

Content Warnings:

General Jimmy Behavior, just in a flashback

Word Count: 2,100

Daisuke seemed eager about something.  Excited.

He would pop in and out of the Med Bay, sometimes talking to Curly, sometimes talking to Anya, sometimes just observing the room around them.

Curly wasn’t sure what to make of it.  Or his questions.

“Hey, Cap, uh… Do you know morse code, or something?  I-I was trying to find something useful and I found a few old textbooks tucked away in a locker.”

Curly nodded.  It was part of his training to become a pilot, and later Captain.  Pony made sure the Captains could communicate if for whatever reason the keyboard interface on ships went dark.

“Oh, that’s super cool.  Was it easy to learn?  It looks complicated, having to memorize everything.”

Curly shrugged.  He really wished he could give him more nuanced answers.  It isn’t as hard as Daisuke seems to think, it just takes consistent practice.  Although, he’s not a very fast type when it comes to long messages.

Daisuke gripped the frame of the bed, shaking it lightly.

“That doesn’t hurt you, right Cap?”

Curly shook his head.  He was curious what he was up to.  Swansea’s words from a few nights ago echoed in his head.

“Daisuke’s been working on something for you.”

He could hear the kid murmuring about something, sounding more and more excited as he continued his inspection of the bed.

“Daisuke, I hope you’re not harassing my patient.”

Daisuke’s head popped up from where he had stuck it.  “No, Ms. Musume!  Just checking something…”

Anya was there in the doorway, a subdued little smile on her face.

“Is this ‘something’ for that secret project you won’t tell us about?”

“Maybe it is.  I-I wanted to show Swansea I’ve been listening.  So I’m working on something awesome.  And it’s got nothing important taken, I checked.”

“I’m sure you’re right.  But if you wanted to show Swansea you’re listening, you might want to let him know where you’ve wandered off so he’s not convinced you’ve stuck your head in that vent again.”  Her smile grew a little sly.

“...He’s looking for me, isn’t he?”  Daisuke at least had the sense to look a little embarrassed.

“Has been for about ten minutes now.  Might want to go to Utility before he’s convinced himself he needs to climb in after you.”

Daisuke huffed a little, looking at Curly.  “I’ll be back, Captain!  Gotta make sure Mr. Harford doesn’t blow a gasket.”

And with that, the kid shot off, no doubt to raise Swansea’s blood pressure a few notches.

Anya took her usual place by his bedside, beginning her daily ritual of checking on him.  She’s been doing that a lot more recently.  Before, she’d check when he made too much noise.

“I think your recovery finally seems to be progressing a little bit, Curly.”  Anya was soft in her words as she continued her examination.  Curly let her move his limbs seeing how they flexed, watching for him wincing or making some kind of noise of discomfort.

Truth be told, he wasn’t sure what she was talking about.

All the days blended together, a never ending blur of pain and discomfort.  Nothing ever felt comfortable, he’d just found the position where he was least uncomfortable.

But, he believed Anya.  She had the cunning to keep him alive this long, he sees no reason to doubt her now.

“I-I’m sorry I can’t make it much better here.  You need… a lot more than what I can do with Pony’s resources.  But… You’re getting a little bit better. I think.”

Well… Maybe a little reason.

“I think you can sit up a bit now, if you’d like.  Would you like to try?”

Curly didn’t spend too much time thinking before he nodded.  He had to admit, he was getting stiff and sore laid flat on his back all the time.  And he could finally see the whole room a bit easier, without straining his neck.

Anya smiled softly, bending down to adjust the bed.  Curly felt his world move as she raised and folded the frame ever so slightly, letting him be propped up at a gentle angle.

He can’t say for certain if this was better.  But at least it was different.

“Now, I don’t have to worry if you throw up… You won’t choke.  It should also help you sleep a little better, your airway is freer now.  If we had any soup left, I’d try to see if you’re strong enough to eat yet…”

Curly really wished he could tell her how much he appreciated her.  For everything.

“I-I’m going to go… check on things.  See if there’s any other medicine stashed in the hallways that we could get to.  Maybe see if there’s any hope in accessing the quarters wing.”

And like that, Curly was alone again.

He wondered if he’d go insane with how much he’s been sitting with his own thoughts.  Maybe he’d done so a long time ago, and this is all just some terrible nightmare.

Just off from Center.

What a joke.

Maybe if he took that seriously, he’d have spotted the red flags a lot sooner.  Maybe he’d have volunteered to go to the cockpit instead of letting Jimmy go.

How could he have not been alarmed at his little speech right before?

Despite the best efforts of the Captain, there were no survivors found.

Curly had froze back then.  Why did he freeze?  Could anyone have reasonably expected that he’d actually do something this destructive?  Maybe, given the circumstances.

People do wild things when backed into a corner.

Maybe Curly had just gotten desensitized to Jimmy saying offbeat things to him.

“Do you think you’d die?”

Curly jumped a little, realizing he dozed off a little.  The smell of cigarette smoke hung heavy in the air, even from all the way up here.

Curly had always wondered what the view from the water tower might be like.  It made this town seem so small, looking at it from up here.  He could see, in the distance, the Pony Express station, covered in its haze of smog and rocket smoke.  He could see the trucks moving in and out of the warehouse.  They were like ants.

Curly remembered that Jimmy had asked him something.

“Excuse me?”

Jimmy took another drag from the cigarette, arms crossed and leaning over the railing.

“I said… Do you think if you fell off this tall… do you think you’d die?”

Curly gulped as his eyes cast down, suddenly feeling a bout of vertigo.

“I… I dunno.  Probably?”

“Maybe the trees would catch you and you’d just break your neck.  Wonder how long it’d take for someone to find you.”

“You wouldn’t come help me?”

“I’m not getting blamed for that shit.  You know how the cops feel about me.”

Curly felt uneasy.

“Although… It would be fairly easy.”

Curly felt a hand on his back, a gentle push.  He wouldn’t admit later to the embarrassing noise he made, and how much his limbs flailed.

Jimmy caught the hood of his jacket to keep him from falling, laughing hysterically.

“Jesus Christ, calm down, I was kidding.”

Jimmy continued to laugh.  Curly managed a weak, uncomfortable chuckle, pointedly moving away from the railing.

“You should’ve heard yourself, man.  Didn’t know your voice could go that high.”

Curly didn’t say anything.  He could barely hear his own thoughts over the pounding of his heart.  He jumped a little as a hand was placed on his shoulder and squeezed.

Curly’s eyes flicked between Jimmy and the ladder.  “I think… I wanna come down now.”

Jimmy looked annoyed, his face falling into a scowl.  “Hey.  It was a joke you know.  Don’t get all pissy about it.”

“I just… I’m feeling a little sick.  I’m going to climb down.”

Jimmy groaned, flicking his cigarette onto the walkway and stepping it out.

“Fine, fine, I’ll come down with you.  You really gotta lighten up dude, it was just a joke.”

Curly remembered that day.  He remembered how it was the start of a long line of jokes like that.  He made that joke so many times…

Maybe that should have been his first warning?

Curly jolted awake as the door slid open.  Daisuke stumbled in, carrying something heavy, Anya and Swansea following him, a mix of curiosity, boredom, and confusion between the two of them.

“Captain!”  Daisuke struggled his way towards his bed, putting whatever he was carrying down on the chair next to the bed.  “I have a gift for you.  It’s awesome.  Super awesome, I think.”

Daisuke presented Curly with what appeared to be a scavenged monitor from the cockpit, some kind of clicker or button, and a mess of wires connecting the two.

“So uh… what exactly is this, kid?”

Swansea didn’t seem to know what he was looking at, even with how proudly the intern was presenting this gadget.

“I think I found a way to let Curly speak!  Outside of a yes or no, at least.”

Curly tilted his head at the device.  He didn’t quite see how the concept matched the execution.  But that didn’t mean he wasn’t intrigued, that selfish part of him that so desperately wanted to reach back out into the world.

“How on Earth…” Anya murmured.

“W-Well, uh, we’re not on Earth!  That’s how I managed!”

“Just explain yourself, kid.”

“I found a textbook for Pony Express Captains, going over the basics of morse code.  I read there that the ships are able to receive and interpret morse code signals in case the radios aren’t working for some reason, and Captains are trained in it!”

Curly stared at the screen, suddenly recognizing it much more clearly.  That… that was Pony’s built in morse code display.  The one part of the cockpit able to receive those signals.

Well… Not the only part…

How desperate Curly wished he could tell them…

Swansea’s eyes widened, looking at the clicker connected to the screen.  “So… You’re saying Curly can press that, and it’ll read the signals?”

“It didn’t take too much messing with, just needed to rewire where the signal was coming from but… it’s basically a bunch of on and off switches… Just like you showed me.”

Daisuke attached the monitor to the hand railing on Curly’s bed, making sure it’s standing securely.

“So… Go ahead, Captain.  Try it out.  And, if it hurts, I’ll fix it!  Make it more comfortable to use… Uh, you press the left button for the input, and the right button to start a new word!  You wait a second to start a new letter.  Then, you wait a few seconds, and the message will disappear.”

Curly hesitates.  The screen has a dull green glow to it, one he hasn’t seen in over two months.  The clicker was more like a computer mouse, although rigged together to make the buttons much bigger than normal.

He moved his arm over the buttons, lightly pressing down once.

One dot.

The screen displayed the output of E.

He waited half a second before doing it again.

One dot.

E

He waited a few seconds, both E’s soon disappearing from the screen.

Two dots.

I

“Daisuke… This is incredible!  I… I’d never even thought of morse code!”  Anya seemed eager, looking between Daisuke, Curly, and the screen.

Curly decided to test this properly.  From the outside, it was just a series of dots.

But the screen typed those dots out dutifully.

HI

Daisuke clapped his hands together, smiling wide.  “Hi Captain!  It’s good to finally get to talk to you again.”

The crew erupted into chatter, Swansea giving the kid a firm pat on the back, job well done.  Even if they die out here, Daisuke can at least die knowing he made something like that.

But Curly didn’t have time to celebrate just yet.

He groaned a bit, trying to get their attention.  He waved his arm for good measure.  Anya was the first to notice, who quickly quieted the others down.

“Yes Curly?  What is it?  Do you need something?”

Curly nodded.  He thought how to best relay his message… This might get uncomfortable after a while.  He’d need to develop some kind of shorthand to make this as painless as possible.

But now was not the time for that.

He began typing as best he could, dusting off his training for the first time in years.  He never thought he’d end up relying on it.  He watched as the letters slowly came onto the screen, ignoring the throbbing pain starting to build up in the tip of his arm.

SOS BEACON COCKPIT

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A Fabulous Evening's Apocalypse

Author: MrBotanyB | Artist: BasketcaseBetty

Posting on Monday April 1

Look at it this way: Their trip to the far end of space and time to chase a (very) long shot at freeing Dean from the Mark of Cain could have ended a lot worse than it did. It wasn't even the worst idea they'd ever had. The so-called Restaurant At the End of the Universe loops endlessly in time through the final hours of Creation while guests dance, eat, and drink until the very last of last calls. A consequence of it being a time loop is that anybody who visits can meet everybody else who was ever there. Even a centuries-dead witch who likes the challenge of lifting unbreakable curses. It didn't work out like they'd hoped, but they didn't die. True, Cas did get stranded there for a bit but they got him back. Eventually. So it was fine. That was then. And now, Sam and Dean are out of ideas for getting Cas out of the Empty. Dean has been thinking a lot about realizing important truths too late, and missed chances, and (very) long shots. And he wonders if the key to rescuing the Cas he lost might just be enlisting the help of the Cas he left behind nearly ten years ago. If it doesn't work, at least he'll get to see Cas one more time.

Keep reading for a sneak preview!

"I don't know for sure if he's the man from your photo, but they do look awfully alike. He'll probably be in the Fomalhaut Lounge. You can take the service passages," Zmallia said. She stepped back into a particularly shadowy corner and pressed a barely-visible panel. There was a whirr as a door he hadn't noticed slid open. "The fastest way is to follow the signs for the engine room until you get to the stairs, then keep going up until you see the big panel of signs for the different bars," she explained rapidly. "And don't take the elevator unless you want an argument. Obviously," she added.

Dean nodded as if this made any sense at all and ducked into the dimly lit passage. "Good luck!" Zmallia called after him.

And just as the door whirred shut: "Sorry I yelled at you earlier!"

As soon as he had rounded a corner, Dean stopped and leaned against the wall, bracing his hands on his knees. The new round of headache and nausea wasn't quite as intense as what he had felt when he stepped out of the portal, but it was still bad enough he couldn't just power through it.

Going soft in my old age, he thought. It wasn't as painful a thought as it would once have been.

Many flights of stairs and about fifteen minutes later, Dean stepped into a high-ceilinged, softly-lit room decorated in dark golds and blues. It wasn't overly crowded, but it was large enough that Dean couldn't tell right away whether or not Cas was actually here. The "room" was almost a balcony, Dean realized: the longest wall was a waist-high glass railing that provided an unobstructed view of what was left of the dying universe, easily observed through the great transparent dome covering the entire restaurant. A good part of the crowd was gathered near the railing, and many others were nursing drinks at the long curving bar, which was backed by open shelving through which you could see the opposite side of the dome. Dean had just decided to ask one of the waiters if they'd seen Cas when he spotted him behind the bar, polishing a glass and looking perfectly at home, solid and real.

He had thought it might be a shock to see Cas alive again, and it was — the best kind of shock. It was beyond awesome to see Cas right there. The recessed lighting from the bar angled off his cheekbones and made his hair look even darker than it was. His uniform was spotless. He looked like a movie star. He almost looked like he was glowing.

But in a rotten, selfish way, seeing him was disappointing: this Cas lacked five years' worth of experience that had shaped the person who had died for Dean (while Dean had stood there, useless and uncertain.) This Cas had never even imagined knowing Jack. The happiness Dean felt choking his throat just meant he was putting his own greedy feelings ahead of his Cas, the one still trapped in the Empty. The one Dean had come all this way to try to bring home.

But thinking that also felt rotten. Dean knew that this Cas was, literally at this moment, waiting for Dean or Sam to help him get home. Maybe he was worrying that they wouldn't be able to. (Or wouldn't bother.) How did the Cas in front of him deserve less?

(continue reading on Ao3 on Monday April 1)

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Something Good (X)

Chapter 10 : Chocolate Muffins

Hello, lovelies! Here is a new chapter for my Ben Barnes series!

Some more London cuteness! Ben struggles with his feelings, and we also have some Sally cuteness!

Hope you like this chapter! Tell me what you think!

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Pairing: Ben Barnes x Reader

Warnings: none! Slow burn, professor AU.

Summary: Coming out of a divorce and trying to get used to being a single mom, while teaching your classes at University, you thought your life could not get more complicated than it already is. But when you are asked to take care of the theatre club with the colleague that you really can’t get along with, you realize that everything can still get ten times more complicated in your life. And when you start actually liking Professor Barnes, the troubles only grow exponentially…

Word Count: 2688

Masterlist for the series – Ben Barnes’s Masterlist – Main Masterlist

Second busy day at the British Library and you were in desperate need of a break and a large, very large coffee.

But you hesitated when you saw him bent over a piece of manuscript, a focused frown on his face, his glasses a little lopsided but he didn’t seem to have noticed.

He seemed too busy, you didn’t want to disturb him. You were about to turn around, but Ben seemed to have sensed your presence near his table, as he turned towards you and whispered your name.

There were a dozen of people working in the large room, all of them bent over ancient and precious documents. In the working room, perfectly lit, perfectly organized, pristine, there was barely any sound, only the tapping of fingers upon laptops, the occasional delicate turn of a page and the hurried movement of pens moving across notebooks.

You turned around, smiling at Ben, and he waited for you to come closer to speak again, keeping his voice down. It sounded deeper than usual, almost hoarse, as he whispered.

“Do you need anything?” he asked, looking up at you.

You smiled, refraining your urge to straighten his pair of glasses on his cute nose.

“Nothing, don’t worry. You’re busy.”

“It’s alright. Can I help you with anything?”

But you shook your head.

“I was just tired of working, and wanted to grab a coffee. But you’re busy, it’s okay.”

“No!”

His voice wasn’t so low anymore as he stopped you when you started to turn away. He blushed hard as several people turned frowning faces towards him.

“I… I mean… I could use a break too, actually.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, let’s grab a coffee.”

He was pathetic. Absolutely, utterly pathetic. Because he was, indeed, busy. But he would have dropped anything just to spend five minutes around a coffee with you…

Pathetic…

But then, you grinned, bright and welcoming, and even excited. And it was worth losing some working time. It was even worth him losing his dignity.

You walked quietly outside the room, and Ben offered to get some Starbucks, as he had spotted the coffeeshop nearby, and with your growing headache, you accepted without a second thought.

“So, any interesting details today?” he asked, tightening his hold on his coat as he stepped outside, the last days of October bringing a stinging wind to London.

“Quite a few! I’m going to need more time to work on some of the crossed-out lines, some are barely readable. And the hurried handwriting is difficult too. But it’s definitely easier to work on the real thing than some scans, so it helps. But I needed a break. My eyes are so sore after spending so much time trying to decipher some messy handwriting!”

He chuckled.

“Yeah, I get that. Same here. But I’ve also noticed some very small annotations that I hadn’t been able to identify with the scans, and I think I’m finally heading towards the right meaning for them.”

“Really? Awesome!”

“I’m not quite sure yet, but… If I’m right, it seems to fit the theory I’m defending in this article I’m working on. The one I told you about yesterday.”

“That would be amazing!”

“Would you mind taking a look if you have a moment? I don’t want to get too excited on my own and then realize I was just… over-analysing everything.”

“Of course, I’ll take a look tomorrow if you want.”

“Thank you.”

You had barely noticed that you had been walking at all when you reached the coffeeshop. You joined the line to get an order, and decided to get some snack as well.

“Oh… I think I’ll get something with chocolate. Maybe a muffin. Muffins are always a safe choice,” you babbled away, but Ben kept on listening, and he actually didn’t seem to mind that you were speaking your thoughts without any kind of filter, on the contrary.

“Chocolate is a safe choice too,” he commented.

“Agreed! Agreed!” you frantically nodded.

“Now, I want to have a snack too…” Ben heaved a sigh. “You have a terrible influence on me.”

“Are you merely noticing it now?”

You both chuckled at that, but it was soon your turn to order, and you headed for a small table with your pastries and your tall coffees.

Ben straightened his glasses, pushed them up his nose, before looking at you again. You smiled at the gesture without noticing. A habit of his…

And he noticed the way you spun your mug in your hand a few times before drinking, you always did. A habit of yours…

You looked so pretty today… it was highly unfair… this shirt matched your eyes too well…

He pushed the thought away. He needed to remain focused, he needed to remain professional.

You were colleagues. You worked together. It would be too complicated. And you were a single-mother, this was absolute madness. He was too much of a mess to handle all the responsibilities that would come with dating someone in general, but a mother… no. No, that was too risky. Too much love to give away…

He cleared his throat, bent the conversation towards work again, and it lasted almost until your cups were empty and cakes fully eaten. But you were interrupted by the buzzing of your cell phone coming from your handbag.

“Oh, it’s my mom, I need to pick it up,” you apologized, but Ben nodded with a warm smile.

You answered the call, and hesitated to walk outside the coffeeshop, when you noticed that it was a videocall. You waved and grinned at the sight of your daughter’s face appearing on the screen.

“Mummy!” she cried in excitement, making you laugh, and even though it was impolite, you completely forgot about the world around you and remained sitting, oblivious of the large smile that formed on Ben’s face on the other side of the table.

He rested his chin in his palm, and his gaze and smile grew dreamy as you spoke, but you didn’t notice, and neither did he.

“Hello, my little peanut!” you cooed. “How are you today?”

“I’m painting with granny! Look!”

She held her drawing in front the phone so you would see, and you heard your mother fondly chuckle behind the phone.

“Those are very pretty!” you congratulated your daughter.

“This one is for you, mummy! And I’ve made more flowers too for daddy! Look!”

She held another sheet of paper where you recognized the shape of flowers painted by clumsy children’s hands. You were still grinning.

“These are very pretty too!”

“Do you think daddy will like them?”

“Oh, yes! Of course, he will!”

“And I made these too, look!”

She showed you a couple of other paintings, that grew more chaotic as she had clearly lost her focus at this point.

“They’re pretty too! Did you have fun with granny?”

“Yes! It was fun! Are you having fun too, mummy?”

“Yes, quite!” you nodded, and you didn’t really acknowledge the way your thoughts drifted towards the previous evening, spent with Ben, but your mind wandered there all the same.

“Are you working?”

You suddenly remembered where you were, and looked up at Ben. He gave you a grin, before blushing fiercely.

It wasn’t polite at all to listen to people’s conversations…

But you grinned back at him, clearly amused by his reaction.

“I am actually taking a break with a colleague.”

“Who is it?” she asked with excitement.

Your daughter really was too damn curious…

“His name is Ben.”

“Is he a friend?”

“Yes, he’s a friend,” you nodded without hesitation, and Ben couldn’t control the way warmth spread across his chest and all the way up to redden his cheeks as you called him a friend.

After all, a few weeks before, you were enemies… but now…

He couldn’t refrain his grin.

“Can I say hello?” Sally asked, and you smiled fondly at her.

“Sure!”

You turned your phone around towards Ben, who smiled warmly at the little girl on the phone.

Cute pigtails, pink t-shirt with a unicorn. An adorable face and a look of mischief in her eyes. He noticed at once how much she looked just like you.

He was fond of her as soon as he saw her.

“Hello, Sally!” he waved, his smile widening. “I’m Ben!”

“Hello, Ben!” she waved too, a little shier now. “I’ve painted some flowers today!”

“Really? That sounds fantastic!”

“Do you want to see?”

“Of course! Please, show me!”

Sally grinned, before showing Ben her flowers.

He whistled.

“Wow! That’s some very pretty flowers! Are they for your mum?”

“This one, yes!” she said, showing the one filled with pink flowers. “Because she likes pink! But this one is for daddy!” she added, showing the one filled with orange and yellow flowers. “Because he likes yellow.”

“They’re gonna love them, they’re very pretty!”

“What’s your favourite colour?”

“Red,” Ben answered without thinking, a little taken aback by the question, but playing along still.

Sally nodded, apparently content with the answer.

“And then I’ve done some Modern Art, look!”

Ben tried to hide the amusement on his face, but when he looked up at you behind the phone, he couldn’t refrain a chuckle as you mouthed told you, Modern Art, with a dramatic eye-roll.

Indeed, the following paintings were messy, to say the least, but he complimented Sally all the same.

You decided that it was enough time spent bothering Ben, although he didn’t mind at all, in reality. He found your daughter adorable.

“Mummy! When are you coming back?” Sally asked as you turned the phone towards you again.

“In four days, angel.”

Sally seemed to think for a second, but then she nodded.

“Yes, because today is Tuesday, and tomorrow is Wednesday,” she babbled away, counting the days on her tiny fingers. “And then it’s Thursday, and after that, Friday. And then it will be Saturday, and you said you were coming back on Saturday. Because Saturday is the weekend and mummies don’t work on the weekend.”

“Exactly! I’ll call you back this evening before you go to bed, angel. Okay?”

Sally nodded, but frowned and narrowed her eyes as she seemed to notice something on the screen.

“Mummy? Are you eating?”

You chuckled.

“It’s teatime,” you argued.

Sally’s eyes grew round.

“Are you eating a muffin?”

“Yes…”

She turned to her grandmother, who chuckled at the sight off-camera.

“Granny! Can we eat a muffin too?”

“If you want to, angel,” answered your mother, without trying to argue.

“Mom… don’t let her eat too many sweets!”

“Oh, relax! Enjoy your afternoon with your handsome colleague, and let me worry about your daughter’s snacks.”

“Mom!” you hissed, trying to hide from Ben, who was blushing but had a cocky smile on his lips now.

“Granny! Hurry! We need to go get muffins! MUFFINS!”

“Say goodbye to your mum first, angel.”

Sally reappeared on the screen and waved at you with a toothy grin.

“Bye mummy! I love you!”

“I love you too, angel! Be nice with your granny!”

You bade goodbye to your mother too, and ended the call.

You looked up at Ben with a shy smile.

“Sorry for the interruption,” you apologized, but Ben was laughing.

“Don’t worry. I don’t mind. Your daughter is cute.”

“She is.”

“She looks just like you.”

Your smile turned into a proud grin.

“Yeah, she kind of does.”

“She seems as chaotic as you, too,” he joked.

“She’s worse, trust me! You wouldn’t survive five minutes with her.”

“You’re forgetting that I’m the best uncle in the country.”

“Ha, yes, my bad! I’ll give you ten minutes then, before you start having an emotional breakdown.”

You both laughed.

“She seems quite amazing, actually,” Ben added, growing more serious again.

You weren’t sure why your heart filled with fondness under your ribcage, but it did. You nodded.

“She is. She truly is. I’m very lucky.”

Ben was about to speak again when a woman stopped by your table.

“Ben?”

He looked up, and he seemed surprised, but not in a bad way.

“Maeve? Hi!”

“It’s really you! I haven’t seen you in ages!”

Ben stood up to gave the woman a hug while you sipped on your coffee, waiting, quite uncomfortable now.

You couldn’t help but notice that she was extremely beautiful, and you weren’t sure why you didn’t like that fact, just like you didn’t like the way she kept on holding onto Ben’s arms when he pulled away from the hug.

“I didn’t know you were back in town!” she went on, grinning.

“I’m just staying for a week. I’m working at the British Library, for a paper.”

“Oh, I see.”

She seemed to finally notice your presence, and Ben introduced you. You shook hands with Ben’s friend, before she turned her attention back to him again.

“I’m glad you’ve found someone else, you deserve it…”

You frowned, and Ben fiercely blushed, as he shook his head.

“Oh, no… Y/N is a colleague. We… we’re working together.”

“Oh, sorry! I thought…” she apologized, turning to your again.

“Just friends,” you nodded.

Ben’s eyes lingered on you, and he couldn’t fully hide his disappointment. He was happy to hear this title earlier but now it sounded… limiting. Full of barriers.

Just friends…

“Right, well I… I hope you’ll find someone,” Maeve turned to Ben again. “After what happened with Julia I… I’ve never really had the occasion to tell you that I’m really sorry…”

“Yeah… huh… thanks…”

Ben was fidgety all of a sudden, gaze fleeing, trying to get away. You wondered who Maeve was talking about.

His ex-girlfriend, you guessed. And he seemed pretty upset by the mere mention of her name.

You felt saddened by the discomfort on Ben’s features.

“But you seem to be doing fine,” he said, diverting the conversation.

“I’m great, yeah! I saw Garrett the other day!”

“Nice!”

But Ben was growing more and more uncomfortable by the minute, and when he glanced over at you, you could only offer him a shy smile.

“Well, it was nice seeing you again,” Ben smiled, trying to politely escape. “But we’ve got to get back to work, we were merely taking a break.”

“Oh, sure! Have a nice afternoon, then! It was nice seeing you again! Maybe we can grab some coffee or something!”

“Sure! Why not!”

But he reached for his coat already, and you caught on without a word, standing and wrapping your scarf around your neck too.

You hurried after Ben outside, and he heaved a relieved sigh once he was in the street.

“Sorry about that,” he apologized with a sheepish expression all over his features.

“No worries. These are always uncomfortable encounters,” you reassured him.

“Yeah… quite… Still, I’m sorry. You didn’t even have time to finish your muffin.”

“You mean… this muffin?”

You grinned, taking proudly the piece of muffin you had left from the pocket of your vest, that you had wrapped into a napkin. Ben let out a laugh.

“You’re unbelievable,” he shook his head with fondness.

“It’s a muffin!”

“And a chocolate muffin!”

“Exactly! It can’t go to waste!”

You took a bite as you started walking towards your workplace again.

“Still, I’m sorry. It was a bit weird. But she… she’s one of my ex’s friends so…”

“Right,” you nodded knowingly.

“She’s nice but…”

“She was on her side of the relationship.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I guess you can put it that way.”

“You’re okay?” you asked, your voice more gentle.

“Yeah, yeah… just…”

Ben cleared his throat.

“Tough break-up,” he merely answered, and you didn’t insist. He felt grateful for it.

When you started the conversation again on a new topic, he couldn’t refrain a fond smile. He was merry again when you reached the library.

A strange power of yours, without a doubt.

He almost wanted to tell you about Julia. He felt like he could trust you with this part of his life.

But then, he remembered your words, the ones that stung a little too much.

Just friends…

He almost wanted to tell you. Almost…

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