#sorry it took me so long had to go through my bookmarks on BOTH my ao3 accounts

[ellecdc]

Yaaay:D

That poly moonwater sickfic was so sweet- maybe you could write a sequel where one (or both) of the boys get sick from when they were helping care for you <3

I love these little requests from all the way back in May - it's like a little treasure trove. Also, I wrote this while currently sick and tired (both in the literal sense) so I'm not actually sure how this turned out; it took me a really long time to manage what I got so I apologize for inconsistencies or just all around poor writing <3

poly!moonwater x fem!reader who got Reg sick [1k words]

CW: sick fic, fluff, Remus being The Worst™ [positive and affectionate], my potentially poor writing

You scrunched your eyes closed and threw your head back rather roughly against the sofa; arms that were holding your book falling limp into your lap.

Remus - less theatrical - did not throw his head back nor did he let his book fall into his lap, but he too scrunched his eyes shut with an equally exasperated scrunch of his nose. 

“Who gave him that thing?” You grumbled as you tucked a bookmark in to save your page and made to stand.

“Do you want me to go, dove?” He offered softly, giving you a sympathetic look when he caught you by the wrist as you made to walk past him. 

“No.” You grumbled rather petulantly, kissing the space between his brows when they furrowed further in sympathy. “It’s my fault, I’ll go.”

Remus smiled at you before pursing his lips in ask which you quickly answered by placing a kiss there, too. “I hardly think you did this on purpose.”

The - now ear splitting - sound of the bell ringing again interrupted your moment as you let out a sigh.

“No,” you agreed, “I certainly didn’t do this on purpose.” 

You poked your head into the bedroom to see Regulus much in the same way you left him, curled up in the fetal position under a mountain of blankets, though his hand was currently poking out of said blankets with his bell held tightly in his grasp.

“Hey bubs.” You offered gently; knowing that for as nettlesome as you currently found him, you really had sort of done this to him. “How’re you feeling?”

“Awful.” He muttered, barely putting any effort into aiming as he tossed the bell back in the direction of the bedside table.

You made a sympathetic humming sound as you perched on the edge of the bed and pushed some of his curls away from his forehead. “What can I do for you?”

“Can I have more meds?” He whimpered, voice awfully small as if he already knew the answer but was hoping to elicit some compassion.

You grimaced as you looked at the clock sitting beside balled up tissues, the damned bell you’d supplied him with, a glass half full of water with a pitcher next to it, and some lozenges. “I’m sorry, my love; it’s not been long enough.”

Your response was met with a petulant whine, a body burrowing further into the blankets, and a hand slithering into yours. 

“How about I rub some more vaporub on your chest, hm?” You asked, beginning to pull away without waiting for an answer, only for his hand to tighten on yours.

“Can you just sit here with me?” 

You cooed almost embarrassingly as you settled more comfortably beside him, one hand holding his as the other raked through his hair, “of course” falling so easily from your lips when he looked so young, so vulnerable, and so innocent with his pink flushed cheeks and glassy eyes no doubt from the pressure in his sinuses. 

“I’ve been terribly troublesome, haven’t I?” He asked a few moments later, startling you when you thought he’d been drifting off.

“No, darling.” You denied, though he lifted his head slightly so he could give you a disbelieving look. “You’ve not been terribly troublesome.” You amended, earning you an almost snort of laughter that quickly dissolved into a coughing fit. 

You helped him sit up and passed him his glass of water.

“You’re so nice to me.” He whispered as if the feeling of your lips against his temple was a foreign concept. You tried to quell your smile as you pressed another kiss to his fever warmed skin.

“I’m really not, bubs. I did this to you, remember?”

You were met with silence as Regulus’ eyes darted around your face. “You’re so mean to me.” 

“Awe Reg, come on now.” Remus sounded from the door as he walked in with a cup of tea in one hand and a damp cloth in the other. “You don’t mean that.”

“Don’t tell me what I do and don’t mean.” Regulus harrumphed, though his ire was quickly undermined as he made grabby hands for the cup of tea. 

“If Remus catches this next, this flu will have had an almost month-long stint in this house.” You mused as Regulus drank his tea.

“I don’t get sick.” Remus offered nonchalantly with a casual shrug of his shoulders.

“What do you mean you don’t get sick.” Regulus all but sneered as he glowered at his perfectly healthy boyfriend over the rim of his tea cup. 

“I don’t get sick.” Remus repeated. “It’s like the universe has decided I’ve got enough shite to deal with, my immune system’s just not one of them.”

Both you and Regulus blinked at him with varying levels of jealousy whilst he brushed lint off the sleeve of his arm. 

“Well isn’t that just fucking dandy for you.” You spat eventually, causing Regulus to nearly spit out his tea in laughter as Remus’ mouth fell open in faux offence. 

“You minx.” He accused you. “I’m in here helping you help your boyfriend-”

“My boyfriend!?” You squealed.

“-who you got sick. I think you should be rather grateful.” 

“Grateful.” You scoffed as you turned to look at Regulus like ‘can you believe this guy?’. 

“I’m grateful for you, Rem.” Regulus let out with a sigh as he handed Remus the cup of tea back and moved to recline against his pillows - that you’d fluffed to perfection for him - with Remus’ damp cloth on his forehead. 

“Okay, well, since you’re all so well taken care of up here.” You teased as you made to stand, Regulus circling his hand around your wrist as Remus made a protesting squawk before you were being manhandled into his lap, though your hand remained safely in Regulus’. 

“No.” Remus murmured into your neck. “We need you to nurse us back to health.”

“I thought you don’t get sick.” You accused.

“I don’t, but I find myself deficient in vitamin you.”

Both you and Regulus groaned as you tried to wriggle yourself free from Remus’ grasp and Regulus buried his head under the blankets. 

“Both of you out, all this corny flirting is making me nauseous again.” Regulus grumbled.

“Well, you heard the man.” Remus stage whispered quickly before he was all but shoving you out of the room. “Feel better bubs! You know where to find us!”

“Yeah, yeah.” Regulus called. “I’ll just ring the sodding bell.”

“You should have never given him that bell, dove.”

[toulousewayne]

Wake Up : A Bat Family One-Shot

———

Beep….Beep….Beep.

That’s the only sound in the room. That and the sounds of the tubes contracting. The room is full of your brothers and father. Alfred had stepped out to speak with the doctors.

Bruce sat in a chair to your right with Damian on the opposite side of your hospital bed. Tim sat like a cat perched in the window seal. Gotham City in her rainy and gloomy glory was just beyond the glass. Though it seem a lot more dim then normal. Jason had snapped and left an hour ago. Dick was in the corner pf the dim room not meeting anyone’s gaze.

“I’m sorry.” Bruce managed to choke the words out. They were the first words he said to you since you fight hours ago.

You were Bruce’s Daughter, and you too didn’t always see eye to eye. But he loved you in his own way only Bruce could understand. He gently pushed a stray piece of hair away from your face.

Beep…Beep…Beep.

That was the only reply he gotten. He replayed early tonight over and over like it had his parents deaths for many years.

——

“Are you fucking serious!” You hissed at him. You glared daggers at your father.

“Y/n”

“No, you told me the reason you and canceled on me was because of some life saving event,” That was true, Bruce had canceled on her for the millionth time this week alone.

“I didn’t lie to you,” he spoke monotonously. “Clark asked me to accompany Jon and Damian on a mission.” He took a sip from his wine.

“Oh, I forgot your Boy’s clubhouse.” She spat.

—-

Bruce gently brushed your black and red knuckles. He let out a deep wounded sigh. Dick glanced over and narrowed his gaze. “This is all your fault.”

Bruce didn’t meet his gaze. “I didn’t make time for her I know that, I don’t your in put here Dick.” He said his name so cold it was almost as if that was he was calling him rather than calling his name.

Tim scoffed,”You both are to blame.” Dick shot his gaze to the college student nearly giving himself second degree whiplash.

“And what do you mean by that,Timmy?” The older man gaze never leaving the younger one.

“We all know Bruce blows everyone off unless it’s about the mission. You just do it because you don’t care about anyone but your Team or your girlfriend.”

Dick stares down at his brother and crosses the room some he’s with earshot of him.

“Tim that’s bullshit and you know it,” he tries to keep his anger in but it’s simmering and he could pop at any giving moment, “I do my best to be there,and yes I can be everywhere at once but I do try. At least I try to be.”

The room felt silent again with everyone’s on the comatose girl. The fight between them feeling as though it dismissed itself within seconds. Dick shoves his hands in his pockets and turns on his heels.

“I’m gonna go to the cafeteria, I’ll be back.” No one stops him. The door shuts softly and the only sound is the machines and the rain on the window.

A knock on the door brings everyone back to earth. It’s Alfred. “The Commissioner is here, he needs a moment with you Master Bruce.”

Bruce excuses himself and leaves the room.

——

Jason takes a long puff and the smokes leaves his lips. He looks toward the city through a rainy night. The red light the hospital cases a highlight on his face.

He blew up on Bruce twice tonight, not that he didn’t feel that it wasn’t necessary he did. But it didn’t change the pit in his stomach, nor the smells of gasoline, burning rubber, and metal.

He remembers everything.

——

“You avoiding me too?” He turns to the doorway of the library. You walk into the light of the fireplace.

“No but I don’t have any interest in spending the night in my old room.” He fired back turning the page of his book and placing a bookmark in it before standing up.

She shakes her head at her big brother. “Forgot, if I’m not apart of the missions you guys forget about us on the surface.”

He clicks his tongue and huffs,”Not like that.”

She shakes her head and grabes his plate and mug. “Sure it’s not, we used to hang out but now that I do go out anymore it’s like I’m a ghost to him. You too.”

Jason doesn’t meet her gaze right away. “I’m not talking to Daddy Bats right now. I only came because Golden Boy wouldn’t stop blowing up my phone. I just got back from Columbia this afternoon. I’m just tired is all. I’m free in a day or two.” He rubbed his face and turned back to her.

“Forget it Jason, rain check.” She mumbled and walked out the room.

——

Jason puts out the smoke and stomps on it before pushing his shoulders away from the hospital and heads back inside.

——-

Dick sat at table in the corner in the cafeteria. He took a sip of his coffee which tasted like old dirt water. Then again it was 1 am.

He throws his head back rubbing his temples trying to massage away his stress to no avail.

He gets to his feet and leaves and heads down the hallway. The rush of the hospital in full swing. Doctors getting paged, the sounds of nurses making rounds, phone lines ringing,etc.

He took a sit in the main lobby. He closed his eyes for a moment thinking about the last time he spoke to his sister. It was growing on three weeks.

——

“So??”

Dick woke up from dosing off. He rubbed his eyes and sighed.”Sorry it’s been a long 24 hours.” He sighed and scratched Haley’s head.

“I can tell, you’re not sounding like yourself.” He picked up the phone and walked into the kitchen opening the fridge. It’s only contents being a Chinese takeout container, a pizza box that he got earlier, two cans of diet soda, half a case of beer and three water bottles.

He takes a water and downs it. “Tell me about it and with this mission around the corner I need to get some rest but I doubt it.”

“What mission?”

Dick stopped in his tracks. He hadn’t told anyone but Barbara and Bruce that he was leaving for San Francisco in the morning to meet with the Titans.

“I heading back to the Titans, we have to head to investigate a lead.” He almost whispered the last part.

The line was silent for a moment. “And how long will you be gone Dick?” He couldn’t make out her tone but he could tell she wanted a different answer that what he was going to tell her.

“A month maybe less maybe more I don’t know until I get back.”

“So you’re not coming to graduation then.” She said a little more with intensity.

He sighs,”Look I’m sorry I know I haven’t been around—

“That’s an understatement.” She cuts him off.

He rubs his face,”I’m come to the next event I promise.”

She scoffed,”And what’s that Dickie Bird? You missed Ballet recitals, High School graduation and now college. You missed everything? You and Bruce are not that far apart.”

“That’s not fair, it’s important what I’m doing.”

“You don’t miss Damian art exhibition? It’s or Donna’s new studio opening. You were there for Bruce for a charity dinner two months ago yet you couldn’t bother to call me or even come ten feet to me at the same dinner to tell me you weren’t even staying till the next morning to go out like you had planned for months! You don’t miss anything for anyone else because they’ll be disappointed,but it’s fine to flake on your sister and I’m so supposed to be okay with that!”

“I’m so sorry it’s really not like that, look I’ll make it up—“

“Don’t bother Grayson, for once in all these years I thought for once you were gonna show up for me. I was wrong.” He could hear the hurt in her voice. Before he could say anything else she hung up.

That was Three Weeks ago and they hadn’t spoken.

——-

Tim hadn’t moved from his spot in the window. He turned back towards the room. Damian was sleep in his chair. He turned his attention to his older sister.

He thinks about the last few hours tonight. How things got so ugly so fast.

—

“Y/n, you’re being ridiculous. It’s a mission in East Asia not strike.” Bruce replied.

She glared at her father. The room was silent. “Do you take me for one of blind followers.”

“Excuse me?”

She leaned down so she was eye level. “I’m not one of your soldiers, and that’s part of the problem isn’t it Father?”

He returns her gaze. “You’re barking up the wrong tree, I may not always be there for you but I’m trying.”

She laughes at him, “When was the last time you were there for me that wasn’t lurking in the shadows, or stopping one of the criminals you created from nearly killing me and thousands of other people.” He gaze never leaving her and his jaw when slack too.

“You sit there and smile for the news and the rest of the world like we’re one Big Happy Family but we have never been.”

Tim pushes his food with his fork. And sighs. She turns to him, “Anything you want to say Tim, we may as well get everything off our chest.”

He huffs,”No but this isn’t going to change anything. “

She grins,”I agree with Tim.” Jason and Dick stare a look and Damian as long stopped eating and is watching the spectacle.

“You do?” Bruce raises a brow at her. She nods again. “Tim’s right, you’re never going to change until you take your last dying breath. Because God Forbid your kids dying own your watch doesn’t register to you that you need to be present more.”

The air in the room was still.

Bruce doesn’t look at her. Jason doesn’t look away but his plate. Damian squirms in his seat and Dick clears his throat.

“I tried to be there.” Bruce finally speaks.

“But you weren’t, and no one is blaming you for that.” Alfred cuts in hopefully to stop the mess from going any farther.

She huffs,”No but I least that would change your perspective of only throwing yourself into harms way every damn night. All of you, it’s like you all don’t even stop to think about yourselves.”

“Sister we are all trained, even yourself.”

“That’s not the point. I’m not saying you’re not capable,” she tone softens,” I’m saying that most of the time you remember that and that’s all that matters. You don’t think what happens if you miss step, you underestimate the villains next move, or what the consequences are for you charging into a mission without a second thought.”

Bruce leans forward,”I know what the stakes are. You don’t think I don’t know what happens if I don’t stop and think about that. You don’t know anything about what I do at night, the were a child and didn’t want this life for yourself.” He stood up and looked at her in the eyes.

“I never wanted you to be apart of that life, I know you couldn’t handle it.”

The boys turn to look at their sister and Bruce.

“So you thought that little of me?” Tears formed in her eyes but anger was the clearest emotion across her face.

“I thought you didn’t need to do what we do, you’re better at what you do now.” Though Bruce thought he was being sincere his tone was more condescending and cold.

“Bruce!” Dick shouts.

“Screw you, you just wanted be to be apart of your image.”

It dawned on him how he hadn’t been able to properly communicate to her.

“Y/n that—

She took off from the table, she grabbed her purse and keys.

“Don’t worry Father, I wouldn’t want to tarnish your reputation.” She slammed the door and charged to her car. Not once slowing down even with Tim calling her phone multiple times and Damian yelling from the doorway.

She sped off through the gates and onto the road.

——

Y/n takes a sharp turn onto the main road and wipes her face with her sleeve. She sob to herself feeling so many things at once.

The sky opened and rain harmed down onto the road. “Great.” She turned on her wipers and lights and continued driving back towards the city to go to her apartment.

She ignored her phone that wouldn’t stop buzzing from calls from her brothers.

She felt like not just Bruce but they also thought so little of her. Maybe that’s why they didn’t want to spend time with her.

She graduated from Gotham University last night with a Bachelor Degree and yet it felt like she was alone. Alfred and the girls came. Bruce had missed the entire ceremony along with Damian. Tim was just landing from attending a business meeting in New York,Jason and Dick already had prior encounters.

She felt like she didn’t really feel like she belong with them. She snapped out of her daze and grabbed her phone inside of purse. She answered.

“Tim please you guys have got to stop—

A loud hoar range out and within seconds she looked to see a large truck. She attempted to move out of his way but it all happened to fast. She took a sharp right turn but the truck smashed head on the passenger side door causing everything to feel like a free fall. Her phone, contents of her purse falling all around her. She herself was jerked all over.

The car was immediately crushed by impacted and began to roll and tumble down the hill until it crashed into several trees.

Tim heard the crash and ran downstairs to where is his brother and Father were sitting in the study. By the tears on his face Bruce stood up and was in front of him.

“What’s wrong?”

“She was hit…the truck…I-i can’t hear her.”

—-

Bruce was racing down the road. Tim was still on the phone but all he could hear was beeping from the car and something tapping.

He stopped with red and blue light came into his view.

The two got out the car but two officers tried to block their paths.

“That’s my daughter let me through.” He order but the officers tried to keep him through but he managed to push the two men and run towards the site. Detective Montoya was at the scene.

“Please, how is she?” Bruce asked. Her expression was anything but hopeful.

“I don’t know Mr. Wayne I just got here, the Fire Department got her first and are working to get her free. As if on time two paramedics rushed down the side with an Orange board with straps. Moments later the returned with three firefighters carrying Y/n. Cuts, bruised and marks littered her body. Her eyes were black and blue and a tube was down her throat with a brack around her neck.

“Is she gonna be okay?” Bruce asked uneasily.

“We’re taking her to Gotham General, she stable but we have to go.” The younger paramedic told him. He turned to Tim who hopped in the ambulance with his sister and Bruce backed away slowly as the ambulance rushed down the street with sirens and light flashing.

He made it inside his car followed them.

—-

The first few hours were a blurry, she was rushed into surgery. Tim sat in the emergency room waiting area until Alfred arrived with the rest of the boys and they were taken upstairs to her room where Bruce was already waiting.

45 minutes later a nurse came in to tell them she was out of surgery. Shortly, afterwards the surgery told them the damages she suffered and she would be in a medical coma for a few days to help with the pain and swelling

And that brings us to the present.

Bruce re-entered the room and took his seat back.

“She’s gonna be okay,right B?”

He nodded. “We hope so. She’s a fighter like us.” He took her cold hand and offered a gentle squeeze. Dick,Jason and Alfred returned as well.

Alfred placed a hand on Bruce’s shoulder,”She is, and now we have to wait for her to fight her way back to us.”

[kuni-is-daddy]

Thinking about Scara making us rub his cock with our pussy until we both cum

DOM! BOSS SCARAMOUCHE X FEMALE BODYGUARD READER.

100 followers special AHH OMFG TY.

PURE FILTH.

Juicy stuff: Grinding,Recording, at a desk :<, Yandere themes

Featuring: CHILDE, he's your bestie in the start :) had so much fun writing Childe in this KKLMK I LOVE HIM❤️❤️😩

1.2K WORDS.

amazing art credits! Scara masterlist Part 1 of Boss scara.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Stillness, Silence. The complete opposite of thunder. And that was his mother, The raiden shogun. God of thunder. Rumors spread around the elaborate 'Gakaden' company that once again her excellency has cancelled another meeting with her son. Its been 200 years since he's last seen her, heard her voice. Scaramouche was only able to rejoice in the sweet sent she left from each letter that was sent in her fluid handwriting.

"Y/n Y/n!" Childe said while tapping your shoulder. "Ah! Childe!! you scared me. Dont sneak up on me like that!" you nudged his shoulder in return. "Hah hah. sorry comrade~ anyway. Did you hear about scara?" you closed the book, bookmarking where you left off. "Yeah our Excellency is quite the busy woman. At least now i can catch up on my book" you smiled. "Why'd you ask? Is everything okay?" You gave a concerned look and the ginger then laughed at you. "Well the thing is.....IM GOING BACK HOME!!!" he took out a picture of teucer and the rest of his siblings. They we're wearing christmas sweaters while holding a 'welcome home' sign. "oh shit really!? your going back to snezhnaya? Thats great childe! how long are you going to be gone?" "hmm probably a month or two. Scara said we needed a break." Childe said "We? what do you mean by we?" You looked at him suprised. "Soo...You dont know gurly?" You gave a straight face. "No- I dont know GUrLy" "Scara is giving us a month off from work. He said something about wanting time to himself and-- I dont know the rest. To be honest, all i know is that we come back next month on the 30th." You scanned the room to see your fellow co-workers organizing their desks and holding boxes in their hands. "Seriously!? Thats great! That means i can go back home and-" Suddenly. The intercom rang with a short beep.

"If Y/N L/N Is still present in the building, Please report to Lord Scaramouche's Office Immediately!"

You tilted your head at the request. "Oooo did you get in trouble y/n??" "No? Or at least.. I hope not." You got up and placed your book back on your desk. Sighing at the sudden realization you we're gonna be by yourself without your 'best friend' for another month. "hey hey.. Cheer up okay? Its only a month and besides. WE CAN ALWAYS TEXT!!" childe waved his phone in your face, your sad expression then turning into a happy one. "HEY THERE GURLY-" "YOU LOOK WELL" "CARE TO EXCHANGE.." "NOTES?" The both of you giggled and then hugged eachother one final time. "Im gonna miss you so much ajax~" "of course, The one time you say my name its when im leaving-."

The intercom rang again. "Y/N... L/N.... REPORT TO LORD SCARAMOUCHE'S OFFICE IMMEDIATELY." now with a more nervous tone then ever. "God. Wonder whats going on over there they need me so bad." "Well..Ill be seeing you Comrade. Take care for me okay?" He gave you a kiss on the forehead, ending it off with you two doing your signature handshake as he walked out of the company.

While climbing the many floors you eventually made it to the 13th floor. Your master's office. You slowed down your stroll in the long cold dark hallway at the sound of pleads and yells. "P-PLEASE LORD SCARAMOUCHE.. I DONT KNOW WHERE SHE IS. I ASKED THROUGH THE WHOLE BUILDING TWICE, HAVE MERCY-" It sounded like the woman on the intercom. "Twice? I said bring her to my fucking office. Not call her, Not ASK around for her. Bring her. But you cant even do your goddam job." you put your hand against the doorknob, conflicting weather you should intervene or not. "Your nothing. Do you know that? Nobody special. I dont care about your family, Your kids, Or your life. Under me, Your just someone i hired for my mothers sake. Just a worker. Replaceable like the rest of the humans in here." You turned the doorknob, hoping to intervene in what sounded like the potential murder of your co-worker. She was being held by her throat, hovering over the balcony while scara held his signature katana in his other hand. "KUNI- STOP!" he turned his head immediately at the use of that name. The woman fell, gasping for air while recklessly running for her life out of the building.

"Hm. So you are here, Close the door." he dropped his blade in its stand and walked towards you. You closed the door, making sure it was locked and immediately turned your head. "Kuni? What the hell was that? Why did you try to KILL that woman??" He rubbed his hand along your shoulder. "Does it realllyyy matter baby? I can just hire a new one you know." he scoffed. "Kuni. Humans arent replaceable. You cant just KILL someone like that." "Mhm..Your right. Cant replace you and that sexy body of yours~" He grew closer to you, Placing your hand against his tie. "W-well..You wont have to worry about me. Or Ajax leaving..Anyway..Why did you call me in here- Master." He pulled away at your change in tone. If theirs one thing that drove kuni crazy about you, is how persistent you we're with work. Still managing to stay perfessional. He sat back behind his desk, Clicking his pen with a laid back expression. "Not in a good mood today pet, Was hoping you could change that f' me~" The balcony door was still open a bit behind him, the warm summer air breezed through the room. Making you tug at your own suit with how hot it started to feel, How intimidating he looked from across the room as you stood at the door. "O-okay..Where do you want me to go master? Do you want to go out to eat? I just have to get my case and-" he sighed and began unzipping his pants.

"Come here and ill show you~" You we're nervous at how intimate he sounded but reluctantly walked towards him. He looked you up and down, noticing how similar your outfit was to his. How your hips curved around the belt. "Want you to sit..Right here..." He rubbed his hands against his thighs, Motioning for you to sit. "B-but we shouldnt do it here- theirs people still working kuni-" He sucked his teeth at your remark. "You think i fucking care Pet? dont want to make master more mad do you?" "N..no..I dont." You closed the blinds to the balcony, remembering how you almost witnessed another womans murder infront of your eyes.. over you. You faced scara and blushed. Turning your head away while stripping each piece of clothing off of you until you wore nothing but lacey black lingerie. "God..You look so hot in those.." he groaned as you hovered over his cock. positioning your pussy right against it, "Grind on daddys cock. Fuck yes~" He threw his head back as your hands held onto the chair for stability.

"A-am i doing good for you master...?" he pressed his hands against your ass, slapping them as they made contact "AH~" "Hell yeah.. Your doing so good' want you wet for me." He shifted his hands towards your underwear, slowly making them shift down so he could see your clit. "K-kuni! what are you doing.." "Ugh~ turn your head back up- Wanna feel your clit rubbing against me" He pulled your underwear down, Repositioning you so your clit rubbed against his big length, Teasing you as your hole ached for him to be inside of you. "Master~ Your so big..hah..." "Yeah you like that pet? Like how good it feels against you?" Wet stains started to emerge on his pants as you grinded faster against him, Chasing the burning feeling he gave you. "K-kuni~ Feels so' good~ Please..fuck me.." you shifted your grip away from the chair, now tightly holding onto him instead. "Mmm dont think thats good enough love, Beg for it." Begging. Kuni always made you beg and scream for him, He loved hearing how desperate you we're for him to fill you up. To claim you as his. Watching as you cried in frustration when he'd pull out just when your about to cum. "K-KUNI~ PLEASE M' SO CLOSE" "Shit~ keep moaning like that, cum for daddy, cum for me. and ill fuck you. Fuck~ hah...bounce those tits for me. You look so fucking good~" he slowly pulled his phone out, Recording how your tongue stuck out for him and your tits bounced. How you looked like a dog in heat. "Fuck..Thats it y/n Dont stop, dont fucking stop." "AH~ K-KUNI M' GONNA CUM~ KUNI!!!!!!!!"

Your juices squirted all over kuni's pants as he came at the same time as you. You looked up to notice him recording you and covered your face in embarassment. "Mmm... is my little slut embarassed? god look at the fucking mess you made." He let his phone fall down on the floor. Roughly grabbing you and placing you against the desk. "K-Kuni! Dont be so- MMM~" he tied his tie around your mouth. Throwing his clothes onto the floor and picking up his phone once again. "Shit...Cant get enough of you y/n~ love how this pussy is all mine~ are you mine pet?" you nodded your head with no hesitation.

"Fuck yes. Im gonna break you."

[f1crecs]

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Daniel/Max

nsfw: I struck a match and blew your mind by @33max | Not Rated | 4.1k

Max is a getaway driver and starts to work with Daniel on jobs. I loved the pacing of this fic. There's so much detail and progress within this and the author really did a great job of picking which parts to highlight for the plot progression. I loved Max's commitment to Daniel.

“I am, I promise. I think it’s just a broken rib or two.” Daniel says, and his hand comes up to squeeze Max’s shoulder from the backseat. There is blood on his knuckles. “C’mon Maxy, be a good boy and get us out of here.” So Max does. He gets them out of there, but he feels sick. Not because they almost got caught, but because he knows that if Daniel really had needed to go to the hospital he would not have been able to leave him there. He would have let them both get caught over leaving Daniel alone and hurt on a hospital doorstep.

nsfw: strangers by bloodmoonforme | E | 37.9k

Daniel, a detective, is on a not-quite-dead-end murder case when they bring in Max from out of state to help him solve it. They have history and havent seen each other in four years. I loved the tone in this so much. The author has a very coherent narrative that build just right, its really intriguing. I also love how the reader almost solves the case too. Not only the murder case, but the /what happened to Max and Daniel/ case that gets revealed throughout. Its a truly well written fic with a lot of action and feelings!

He gets up, his stomach feeling heavier and colder by the second. There's something creeping all the way from his fingers, up his arms and to his belly, a prickly sick thing. Then he looks towards the center of the room, marked by a well-worn rug. Daniel stands there, alone in Esther’s bedroom, standing in the half-light. He's there, and suddenly he’s not.

nsfw: Bite Down and Taste Red by @mysticalbreadcollective | E | 46.5k

Max works in a bar, and Daniel is the Mafia Boss who keeps buying drinks. This story is absolutely captivating - from beginning to end, it is so beautifully written and paced, with just enough angst to make things truly delicious. Daniel is so much fun here - hot and charismatic and so very head over heels for his bartender!

He finds out that Max speaks several languages, and he’s from a place called Hasselt, which means absolutely nothing to Daniel. He’d looked it up later, on the map on his phone, squinting at it. Compared with the US, its miniscule. He can’t imagine Max being born in a place so small. When Max is so – much.

Carlos/Lando & Daniel/Max

i'll race you for pinks by @chubbydinosaur | M | 30k

Lando is brought on to a heist by professional criminal, Carlos. Sparks fly. This story is such a fun ride - as always, this author perfectly balances humour, emotion, and high stakes action, and it makes for a thrilling read. Lando is so disarmingly charming in this - I adored him!

Daniel/Lando

til the bone crush by @clementiaes | T | 19k

Pacific Rim is perfect for Formula 1 AUs, and this is one of my favourite examples. Daniel and Lando are paired as Jaeger pilots. Both are coming off of other drift partners with baggage - Daniel from Max after Max’s career ending injury, and Lando from something that could have been a relationship with Carlos, had Lando’s insecurities not buried it before it started. Lando is prickly, closed-off and miserable at the start of this story, convinced he is unlovable. This story is about him gently and gradually being opened up to the realisation that people love him, and that he deserves to be loved.

The point is, no one is getting tired of you any time soon,” Daniel says. “Seriously, who even told you that?” Lando looks down at his hands, picking at a hangnail. “No one. I just — I know I’m not easy to get along with.” Daniel frowns. “You deserve to be happy,” he says, finally. “You know that, right?” Lando looks down at his knees. “Look at me, Lando,” Daniel says, but Lando doesn’t. His shoulders are starting to creep back up near his ears again. Daniel’s moving before he quite knows what he’s doing. He gets one hand on Lando’s shoulder and one on his chin, turning his face so that he’ll look at him. Lando sucks in a sharp breath, eyes wide, but to Daniel’s surprise, he doesn’t pull away. “I don’t know how you got it into your head that you’re like, unlovable, or something, but it’s not true,” Daniel says. “Really. You think you can believe that for me?”

Charles/Sebastian

He Is All, And He Is More by @effervescentdragon | M | 15k

In this AU of The Old Guard, Sebastian and Charles are immortals that meet on the battlefield during the Crusades. They kill one another over and over, until they reach a tentative understanding. Their relationship deepens over the centuries. It can be difficult to write characters as ancient and make them feel ancient, and Akira really does. I love the tentative way they negotiate one another, and the understanding they gradually come to. Battlefield enemies to lovers is quite the relationship arc.

"And if we only met a thousand of years from now, you would still be wearing red.” “Why?” Sebastian shrugs, a grin evident in the dark. “Your red string dictates it. Fate, or something. Destiny. Red suits you. You look good in red.” Charles bites his tongue. “So do you.”

Lewis/Nico/Sebastian

on golden sands by sionisjaune | T | 6.2k

Lewis Hamilton is planning the heist of the century and he wants Sebastian Vettel on his team. The target - Baron Nico Rosbergs car collection. Sounds simple on paper but reality never is. Oceans Eleven heist!au. Who doesnt love a good heist!au? This author writes some of my favourite sebcedes, the characterisations are spot on and the vibes are at turns wholesome and rancid. Perfection in a fic!

Rosberg greets Seb at the gate, behind the windshield of a pale blue Bentley. The paint job sparkles in the golden sunlight, and the hood ornament gleams chrome. The gates roll open at his whim with an ear-splitting, metallic sound. Rosberg beckons animatedly from behind the wheel, and Seb gets the message that he should leave his car and join Rosberg in the Bentley for the ride up to the house. […] Before Seb can slide into the passenger's side of the Bentley, Rosberg has to shoo a pudgy English bulldog into the backseat. It clambers, ungainly, over the console and waddles into the back, collapsing in a happy, wrinkly lump on the leather seats. “Who’s this?” Seb asks, watching long strings of drool ooze from the dog’s flabby mouth onto the pristine interior of Rosberg’s classic Bentley. Seb once saw an R-type Bentley much like this one go for two and a half million at auction. “This is Roscoe,” says Rosberg, long-sufferingly. “The result of an unfortunate affair.”

Charles/Pierre

Hic Svnt Leones by @cerona10 | M | 32.6k

Charles is different to how Pierre remembers him. The world-building in this fic is second to none - it’s absolutely stunning! The world feels so full and alive, and it’s easy to get completely sucked in. The way they build in exposition is so clever and natural feeling, and the action is exhilirating and fun to read. Perfect!

His shadow isn’t his own, not anymore. It shakes and shimmers, fighting against its own shape. His shadow’s head twists and breaks before mending itself into that of a horse, neighing and trashing, a single horn jutting out from its forehead. Its jaw unhinges and it begins breathing heavily, drool escaping its mouth like a waterfall.

Fernando/Lance

nsfw: Venus Flytrap by @pitconfirm | E | 25.7k (wip)

Professional criminal Fernando Alonso is recruited for a job. His mission: seduce Lance Stroll. This fic is RED HOT. From the very first few sentences, Fernando exudes this confidence that is so much fun to read. Contrasted with Lance - pouty, privileged, and surprisingly vulnerable - the dynamics are gorgeous. This author is so fantastic at dialogue and pacing, and this fic flows so beautifully. I can't wait to read more!

Once they reach the games room, it’s easy to spot him among the crowd. For the past few days, Fernando has been memorising every freckle on Lance’s skin. He could recognise him from just the curl of hair on his tender nape, but the most striking thing about Lance is his demeanour—elbows rested on the roulette table while he boredly holds his head in his hands, huffing in disappointment when he loses again. His carelessness stands out starkly against the opulent golden trims and old paintings covering every wall. A boy like Lance doesn’t belong in a place like this, but money talks.

nsfw: green light, red wine (and i don't feel fine) by @vicsy | E | 18.8k (wip)

Fernando is the Mafia boss who owns the club that Lance Stroll - son of his biggest rival - wanders into. This story is SO HOT. The tension between them is palpable, and they bounce off each other so well. You get the feeling that both of them are underestimating each other, and it makes for so much delicious tension. Amazing!

There aren’t many opportunities Fernando deliberately missed in his life. He wouldn’t be on top if he did. Right next to him, clad in a tight white t-shirt, sits an opportunity for a power move, the one Fernando would take all the way.

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Happy Halloween! Have a book:

This is Siren's Song by @kedreeva (Hi! I asked to bind your fic months ago, sorry it took so long XD). It's an incredible Good Omens siren AU, which needs no introduction from me but it gets one anyway. It's one of the most in-character fics I've ever read, tackles a lot of the most resonant themes of the original (love in the context of aromanticism and asexuality, human labels in the context of non-human perspective), and has incredible world-building. Later parts of the fic always make me cry but they're good tears. You'll see. When I first learned that fanbinding was a thing and started looking into how to do it, this was one of the first fics I thought of. It just took me a while to learn the skills I needed before I could do it.

More pics and process talk under the cut!

So the cover up there is black faux leather and momi paper that I bought...about two years ago? And just kept on hand till I was ready to do this project. This is the first time I've worked with it and it was fairly nice, though harder to get a nice crease into than lokta or chiyogami. It felt very fragile when I was handling it but I didn't have any issues with tearing or glue bleed-through like I thought I might. It did bleed some color when I got it damp with the glue, and it took way longer to dry than normal, but once that was done it's been fine. Which is nice because I have a lot left over, so it'll probably be making many future appearances in my binds.

Look! It's rounded! I got a backing setup recently and this is my first time using it. It was Very Hard and I am not very good at it yet. But I think it looks pretty good for a first attempt, and there was really no other way to mitigate the spine swell on this one. I used a thick paper so I've got a thick book. I also tried something new with the case, though it isn't visible. Usually I make the text block and the case separately and then attach them as the last step, but for this one I actually built the case around the text. Like, boards attached to mull/tapes (sandwiched between thinner boards, with grooves cut for them so there are no bulges), then covered with momi, then leather corners and spine, then paste down the endpaper. It's got an oxford hollow, too! The tapes and mull actually wrap around the outside of the boards instead of the inside like I've done before. Endpapers are my favorite feather chiyogami. Combined with the marbled momi they make for a very opulent look, and I had just barely enough to do this. Like, down to the millimeter. I had to trim the edges and then glue the endpapers after to be sure they were right. I'm glad they were, because I didn't have a backup plan. Handmade endbands, colors picked to match the cover. Also, last note, I got the corner bits right for the first time. Measured properly, with no weird pointy bits that come out at funny angles. Very proud.

Title page and bookmark/interior shot. Did you know that some basic fonts in MS Word look different when you use a huge font size? Because I didn't until I made this title page. That's Parchment for the title, and it only gets those swirly bits around the capital letters if you take it to 26pt or higher (I used 72 here). Now I wonder if any of the other fonts have easter eggs in them like that. The ribbon is very fancy, to go along with the rich endpaper/cover combo. I think it's pretty appropriate for a mythological golden age of piracy story, as are the text ornaments:

Chapter header image, chapter end image, and section break image. It was a very image-heavy typeset. I was originally planning to only have a header and a section break, but I couldn't decide whether I liked the ships or the book/shell/feather better, and they both suited the story so well that I just went with both. Again, opulent, but I think it fits. All the images came from rawpixel, all I did was resize them.

There was a small error in the trimming process. Comes of having to calculate so closely the exact amount you can trim off, that you have to trim off so your slightly-too-small endpapers fit. I think something got misaligned when I poked the sewing holes because only the first signature is like this. The rest of the book has a more appropriately-sized margin between the page number and the edge. I got very lucky here, and I know it, and I'm never cutting it this close (lol) again. Next time we just order another sheet of chiyogami.

And that's it! I have one author's copy and one new bind in progress right now (that's taking a while because I'm learning more new stuff for it), and then I have two Christmas gift books to do, so it might be a bit before I have another book to share.

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SHE IS SO NERODIVERGENT OMG. i pretty much described the first few episodes to my friend as “rapunzel is autistic and no one else knows how to handle an autistic person” pffft. she’s just so. gosh. she’s so full of love :( she went through so much for her Entire life up until now but she’s still so full of love and passion and sometimes that’s what end up being her downfall, because no one else is taking the time to understand her and they misinterpret how she acts on her care for them. but she just wants to help people :((

SHES SOOO AUTISTIC AND THATS LIKE. HONESTLY I FEEL LIKE THATS ONE OF THE BEST PARTS OF HOW THE SHOW ENDED UP PORTRAYING HER bc it definitely has a lot of flaws but like. she has a lot of traits that neurotypical people would typically consider “childish” or “immature” but the show doesn’t infantilize her for it and as an autistic person thats something that makes me really warm and fuzzy inside…..i think she should be Weirder and i think everyone should love her for it!!!!! AND I THINK THEY DO!!!! i will never let go of the idea that cass and varian despite everything they went through will be in her life forever. they care way too deeply abt each other to just let go because of a misunderstanding on rapunzel’s part!!!!! also cass has a massive gay crush on her so she couldn’t remove her from her life even if she tried /j

nothing about rapunzel is neurotypical and i stand by that tbh. its not even just the missing social cues things its the way she’s so in touch with the world,,, like the way shes always barefoot bc shoes feel weird and restricting? like THAT’S AUTISM? literally i have an autistic friend who’s sensory seeking and she said the exact same thing SHE’S JUST AUTISTIC BRO

sorry i can actually go SO in depth on how exactly i think rapunzel’s autism presents. like she’s the kind of autistic who’s really soothed by deep pressure and thats what she always gives everyone big tight bear hugs bc gothel never let her do that but she’s just trying to share that comfort it always gives her. (varian is like this too so they always squeeze each other SOOO tight when they hug and it looks really uncomfortable from an outside perspective but they’re both THRILLED.) she’s the kind of person who has tons of vocal stims and is always bouncing around in some way. she bites people but like Lovingly. she loves weird smells like rubbing alcohol and people have to take it away from her bc they don’t want her to inhale the fumes for too long. when she was a kid she climbed all over EVERYTHING she climbed on the tower roof a lot too if it weren’t for gothel’s gaslighting she would’ve figured out a way to escape by the time she was like 6 years old. she’s hyper emphatic in the way that she grows super attached to inanimate objects. she enjoys trying the most batshit food combinations just to see what they taste like and she usually ends up enjoying them. she’s banned from the kitchen bc once she put ketchup on a hard boiled egg. she’s the kinda person who only uses swears for Special Occasions.

i actually have this one cassunzel fic bookmarked that’s mostly focused on autistic rapunzel and i hold it SOOOO close to my heart i think about it literally all the time ITS CANON TO ME OK. SHE HAS A COMFORT BLANKET AND ITS THE ONE SHE WAS WRAPPED IN WHEN GOTHEL TOOK HER FROM THE CASTLE…..IT HAS THE SUN CREST ON IT AND THATS HOW SHE STARTED PAINTING IT. IT MAKES ME SCREAM AND CRY AND THROW UP BC I HAD A COMFORT BLANKET WHEN I WAS A KID AND I COULDN’T SLEEP WITHOUT IT. AUGHHH.

rapunzel is the sweetest person in thw world i wholeheartedly believe everyone loves her. LIKE SHE BASICALLY REDEEMED *counting on my fingers* LIKE AT LEAST 6 CRIMINALS??? PROBABLY MORE??? and at the same time shes so Weird. like i think shes weird in a very specific way that doesn’t even have anything to do with the autism shes just kind of a freak bc like she grew up in a tower for 18 years ofc she is. like i think shes so infatuated with the world as a whole she loves Everything shed treat the worlds most venomous creature like a little puppy. whenever eugene is screaming about bugs in the castle shes like “awwwww little guy :(“ and goes and picks him up and brings him outside. shes like holding a tarantula the size of her hand like “eugene how could you be scared of this little face :(“ and eugene’s like “Blondie we need to burn this whole castle down”

its basically canon too like remember that one scene in beginnings where she brought that whole fucking wolf out from the woods and he just didn’t even bother her like they were chill. all animals are chill with rapunzel like that.

but also she probably ate bugs once like one day she got really bored in the tower and she saw pascal eating a bug and shes like “Oh huh i bet it must taste good” and so she just tried eating a couple of bugs because she could. and yknow what she probably liked it too but the only reason she doesn’t anymore is bc she feels bad for the bugs.

i also think she was weird in a sense that like…when she was in the tower something about her always just seemed a little Off yk? something about the way she stared or her body language…it was because of the abuse ofc. but like she generally had this very porcelain doll look to her. like she was so slim and frail (malnourished) and she was strangely pale and the few freckles over her nose just seemed Too perfect. everything about her just looked untouchable, unreal, almost uncanny…..something abt it just made you uneasy but you could never put your finger on Why. and i think it’s especially clear when people look at her like ten or so years down the line…she’s much healthier, shes got some more weight on her, she looks much more comfortable in her body. she always has the biggest grin on her face. she’s got a light tan and shes absolutely COVERED in freckles from head to toe. scars and birthmarks and stretch marks on her skin tell this story of the life she’s lived and what she’s seen. she’s covered in tattoos, all designed herself (because you cant convince me she wouldn’t go CRAZY as soon as she finds out about tattoos ok.) shes always bouncing around everywhere, theres happiness literally RADIATING from her and shes so bright it’s blinding….

GOD she makes me so emotional. she is just so full of love and joy……….she draws pascal with freckles so they match……her favorite color is all of them….she’d sacrifice her life for all of her friends any day. she totally gets all huffy when her loved ones try to care for her when shes sick because she doesn’t want them to get sick too. yk the way everyone talks abt princess diana like thats how everyone in the tangled universe talks abt rapunzel i feel. i’m just. FUCK. PEACE AND LOVE ON PLANET EARTH.

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Hard to Love - Part 6

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Harry and April confessed their feelings and now are beginning their relationship when the day takes a surprising turn.

Cw: mentions injuries, abuse, gun

AN: sorry this took so long to come out. I haven’t exactly proofread but it’s finally complete. Thank you guys for being patient with me while this took a while to write. It might be a while for the next part as well but we will see. Thank you!

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I wake up alone in Harry’s bed. Sunlight is beaming through his window. I look around and there is no sign of Harry. There is only the pajamas he wore to bed last night lying on the floor.

I am confused as to where he has gone, but am happy thinking back to last night. It was amazing. My mind starts to wander. What does this mean? What are we now?

I get up and go to my room. I pick out another short sleeved shirt and some sweats. I tie up my hair and walk out of the bathroom.

Harry is sitting on the couch reading the book I had finished yesterday. He looks up at me as I walk into the room.

“Good morning Loopy.” He says. He places his bookmark in the book and sets it down. He walk over to me and wraps his arms around me. “Are you hungry?”

“Yes.” I answer as we separate.

“Let’s go out and get breakfast? He asks.

“I don’t have any money.” I remind him.

“I didn’t ask if you had money.”

“Har-“

“Come on. Put your shoes on.” He says and I do. We walk out of the door and down the stairs. We get into his car.

“Did you sleep okay?” I ask him as I buckle my seatbelt.

“Yeah. Did you?”

“Yeah I did.” I answer. He smiles at me. He seems to be in a really good mood. He drives us to the nearest breakfast shop and we go in.

We sit down and place our drink orders.

“Loopy?” He says to get my attention.

“Yeah?”

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asks. “Last night?”

“What about it?” I ask confused. I had a good time. Did he not?

He looks at me and sees my confused and pained expression.

“The talk isn’t bad. I just have some questions. If you don’t mind?” He says, his hands resting on the table. This eases my anxiety.

“Okay?”

“I just wanted to know what last night meant to you. I love you. I meant what I said. I guess I just want to know if you feel the same way, or if it was just because-“

“Of course I feel the same way. You’re amazing Harry. I wasn’t using you.” I tell him. I’m hurt he thinks he isn’t worth being loved and that someone would just want sex from him.

“So what does this make us? We aren’t just friends anymore.” He says to me. Our drinks are brought over and we place our food orders.

“I want a relationship.” I continue the conversation. “I’m just afraid… Anxious I guess.”

“About what?” He asks me and I put my hands on top of his.

“It’s nothing you’ve done. I’m just afraid of getting hurt again. I didn’t see the signs with Robbie. I know you’re not like that, but can you blame me for being afraid? I know it sounds so stupid. I just need to move on and-“

“It’s not stupid at all, and I completely understand. I don’t want to force you to date me if you’re not ready, but I’ll do anything to make you comfortable. If you don’t want me to touch you, I won’t. If you just want to be friends and try another time I will wait. I understand why you would be afraid, but I don’t want you to be. I want to make you feel safe.” He tells me and tears well up in my eyes.

I’ve never felt safer than what I did last night. I want to feel that all of the time. Would Harry really bend like he says? I guess maybe he would. He poured the wine down the sink yesterday. He said that he would do anything for me. He loves me.

“Don’t cry, love. I didn’t mean to make you cry.” He says, taking his hand and wiping away the tears that have fallen down my cheeks.

“They’re not bad tears.” I say, trying to gain my composure. Harry gives me a sad smile. “You make me feel safer than I’ve ever been.” I tell him. He wipes another tear.

“Do you want to give it a try? There’s no pressure April.” He tells me. I look into his green eyes and remember the progress we have made. We hated each other. Through that he found out my secret. I was injured and Harry was there every single day, without fail. He gave me every minute that he didn’t have to work. He helped me be able to walk again. Now we are here. It’s been a long road, but one I am glad I took. I’m glad we don’t hate each other any more. I’m so fucking glad.

I nod my head at Harry.

“I need to hear you say it, love. I got to hear you say it.”

“Yes.” I tell him. “I want to try.”

The smile that breaks across his face is just as big as the one he gave me when I took my first solo steps. His face is blushing red. It’s adorable. He stands from the table. His hands come and hold my face and he places a slow kiss on my lips. His lips are so soft. I could kiss him all day.

He separates and sits back down.

“All I ask for is patience. I’ve got some healing to do.” I tell him.

“You have my patience. I promise.” He says. “I want to help you in whatever way I can.”

Our food comes to the table and Harry and I eat with smiles plastered onto our faces. We sit and discuss our plans for the day as we finish our plates. Harry holds my hand from across the table.

“How about we go on a tiny shopping trip?” He says. “I want to look around at some things.”

“Of course.” I tell him. I know my leg is going to ache walking that much, but he looks so happy to be going with me. I have to make it happen.

We go to the car and head to the store. When we pull in, Harry parks as close to the front as he can without taking the disabled parking spaces. We walk in and Harry looks at the carts, and then looks at me.

“Which one would you like? They have the power scooters with the baskets or I can push you in this wheelchair with a shopping basket…” he continues on and on with the different options. He didn’t say anything but he thought of me when parking and now. I wasn’t going to say anything.

“A regular cart is okay Har. Save those for people that need them.”

“You need one. You still are having pain in your leg. You’re allowed to take one. That’s what they are there for.” He tells me. “I don’t want you to make your pain worse.”

“Har-“

“Nope. Pick one please.” He begs me. I pick the wheelchair with the basket because I’ve seen the powered one’s battery die in the middle of people shopping.

“Are you sure it’s okay that you push me? I know I’m probably heavy.”

“You’re not heavy. I don’t mind pushing you if that’s what you want.” He tells me. I sit down and lower the basket. “Ready?” I nod at him. He waits until I verbalize my approval. We begin to go through the store, Harry grabbing a few things for dinner for the week. He walks me around some of the different departments. We walk into some of the home decor isles.

“Harry, Look!” I say excitedly. “They have daisies!” I point to the section with a whole row of daisy themed items. A clock, blankets, pictures, and wall decorations. I pick up each one and take mental note of the items for when I get paid. I look at Harry who has come around to the front of me to look at the items. He looks back at me with rosy cheeks and a smile. “What?” I ask him when he stares at me for a second.

“Nothing. I just don’t realize you were so loopy when you saw daises. Thought maybe you snuck some medicine from the hospital.”

“Ha ha. Very funny. They are just my favorite flower. They are so cute.”

“Who needs pain killers when you have flowers?” He picks on me.

“God knows I need something to help the headache I get from you.” I joke back. We continue around the store, looking at various items. I pick them up, admire them, and put them back on the shelf.

“I can’t wait to be able to decorate my room.” I say as we pay for the few items Harry grabbed. We return the wheelchair and go to the car. When we get home I lay on the couch and open my novel that I have been reading. Harry is doing various tasks around the house.

“Hey Loopy, don’t forget that you wanted to call set up an appointment with a therapist.” He reminds me. “You also have PT in a few days.”

“Thanks.” I say. I pick up my phone and go to another room and make the phone call. I give them my insurance and every personal detail they ask for. My appointment is the same day as PT, but at a later time. I figured I might as well do all of the running around on the same day.

I go back out to the living room and see Harry sitting on the couch with my book. I see my bookmark is still in place, but he has started from the beginning.

“The beginnings a little slow, but the book picks up pace the farther along you get.” I tell him from behind the couch. His eyes meet mine. He puts his finger in the book and holds his arms out.

“Do you want to cuddle with me? I can read to you if you want?”

“Okay.” I tell him. I go around to the front of the couch and lay down. My head lays on his chest and the rest of me is draped over him, legs tangled together. He begins to read where he left off. I don’t mind that I have already read this part, because I get to hear his voice read it to me. I get to lay here with him and just relax.

I listen to his voice and the gentle vibrations in his chest. His heartbeat is loud and is racing, but he comes off with a cool tone while reading.

I slowly drift off to sleep as one of his arms hold me, and the other holds the book he is still reading.

I wake up to see the book in the table with a second bookmark placed in it. Harry is asleep, his harms wrapped around me.

I lay here for a while and just appreciate him. I want to do something nice for him to show him that. He has helped me so much and he deserves something nice in return. I feel a small pinch of guilt in my stomach. I have nothing to give him. I have no money. I can’t do much of anything until I am back in my feet at work. Maybe if I just tell him how much he means to me until then.

I wiggle my way out of his arms and give him a pillow to hold instead. I go back to his room and grab a notebook and pen. I sit down at the kitchen table and begin to write.

Dear Harry,

In the whole universe of possibilities, I never tried to think of getting out of Robbie’s control. It gave me too much hope. I tried plenty of times. I never succeeded. I wanted to just lay down and die. Give up.

You were never privy to my world at home. You only knew me at work. You knew the neat freak. The only who always yelled at you for being lazy and sweeping the door mats with a broom instead of the vacuum. The one who always hated your smile, because you never used it on me. You used it on your customers.

When you found me covered in bruises, I thought everything was going to come crashing down around me. In a way it did. My whole world changed in an instant. Someone else knew. There was that hope of getting out again. I didn’t know it was going to take getting shot, but at least I’m safe now.

I didn’t know by opening up to you I was going to gain a best friend. A boyfriend. I didn’t know I was going to move in with you and get to see your smile every day when I woke up. You’ve always had such a beautiful smile. I always wanted you to smile at me.

Slowly through this experience you opened up to me. You told me about your sister. You told me stories about the both of you. I wish I could have met her. I want to meet your mom. I want to see all of your embarrassing baby pictures she keeps. I want to know all of you.

You have been so kind to me. You’ve gone above and beyond for me and I’ll never be able to repay you for your kindness to me. I want to get you gifts, but I can’t right now. Know that as soon as I can, I will get you something to say thank you, but right now all I have is words. All I have is this letter.

I’m excited to start this journey with you by being your girlfriend. I didn’t know I could love somebody so quickly. For a long time I wanted to believe that love wasn’t real. It was something society made up or some mass hysteria. I knew I was wrong because I was capable of loving with my whole heart. It was a matter of finding someone who could love me the way I love them. And I found you.

I love you Harry Styles. I love you. I wish I had a big enough vocabulary to express this to you but I don’t have the words. I love you Harry. You mean the world to me.

-April

I sign the letter and fold it up. I place it on the table. I put the notebook away. I return to the kitchen.

Harry and I skipped lunch since we went shopping and napped, so I figure we could use an early dinner.

I look in the fridge and cabinets. I decide on hamburgers. I take the meat from the fridge and start making the patties. I heat a small groan and then light footsteps. I turn around to see Harry rubbing his eyes and walking towards me. I continue making the patties and placing them in the pan.

Harry comes up behind me and wraps his arms around me.

“This okay?” He asks, sleep still thick in his voice.

“Yeah this is okay.” I tell him. “Figured we could eat a little early.”

“Good deal.” He says. He helps prepare our burger toppings while I cook them.

I get distracted when I hear Harry’s phone ring. He cleans his hands and goes to answer it. He puts it on speaker.

“Hi mom!” He says excitedly, bringing a smile to both of our faces.

“Hi honey. How’s your day going?” She asks. I turn back around while Harry answers her and realize the burgers have burnt on one side. I mumble a curse word under my breath so his mom cannot hear me. I feel myself start shaking. I’m so irritated that I burnt those and I don’t want Harry to get mad at me for wasting food he bought. I put some more patties in, keeping a close eye on them. Harry and his mom talk some more as Harry finishes up the toppings. He looks over at me.

“Are you alright, love?” He asks me.

“Yeah. I’m okay.” I lie. I’m anxious.

“Mom. Is it okay if I call you back after dinner? April and I are about to eat.”

“That’s fine, love. Enjoy your meal! Tell April I said hello!” She says. “I love you.”

“I love you too mom.” He tells her and hangs up the phone. He comes closer to me. “Love, talk to me. What’s wrong?” He asks so sweetly.

“I burnt the first two patties. I got distracted. I’m so sorry.” I apologize.

“You don’t have to be sorry. We can scrap them and eat the rest. It’s okay, love.” He tells me. He picks up the plate with the charcoal like patties. “Are these it?” He asks me and I nod. He walks the plate over and tosses the patties in the garbage can.

“I’m sorry Har. I didn’t mean to waste them. I know you spend your money on our food and-“

“Hey, look at me.” He says. He lightly puts his fingers under my chin and raises so I meet his gaze. “Accidents happen. I probably would have done the same thing. I’m not upset. I’m definitely not worried about money. It’s okay.” He says softly to me.

“Do you promise?” I ask him.

“Of course. Let’s finish the next batch and eat them. I know they are gonna taste delicious.” He says confidently.

We make our plates and sit down at the table. We begin to eat when Harry picks up the piece of paper.

“What’s this?” He asks, not having opened it yet.

“I wrote you a letter. I wanted you to read it. Just whenever you feel like it.” I tell him.

“Well I’ll read it after we eat.” He says. We finish our food and I start washing the dishes. I hear Harry unfold the paper at the table. I continue with the dishes.

I hear the letter being folded back up after a moment. I hear a sniffle. I turn around and see a tear running down Harry’s cheek. I quickly turn the water off and dry my hands. I rush over to him and wipe the tear away.

“Baby I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you cry.” I tell him. He pulls me into his lap and wraps his arms around me.

“I don’t need any gifts. I got to know you. I have you. That’s enough.” He says. “I love you.”

“I love you.” I say in return.

We spend the evening cuddling on the couch and I watch Harry play a video game. When it’s time for bed, Harry carries me to his room and lays me down.

“I have opening shift tomorrow, so I’ll try not to wake you up.” He tells me.

“No it’s okay. I need to pack your lunch. Let me wake up with you.” I lay my head on his chest.

“If you want to. I know that’s really early.”

“I know.” I tell him and he places a kiss on my forehead

“Goodnight Loopy.” He whispers to me.

“Goodnight Har.” I whisper back. We both drift off to sleep.

When the alarm goes off this morning, I can’t help but groan. I most definitely do not miss the opening shift. Harry shuts off the alarm and wraps his arm around me.

“Can I just stay here?” He ask’s sleepily.

“No. You have to go. I’m sorry Har.” I say as I sit up, untangling his arms from me. I wipe my eyes. I get up out of bed and go to the kitchen. I quickly make his lunch. Harry meets me by the door.

“I’ll be back soon. I get off at noon. I love you.” He says. He plants a kiss on my lips. When we separate I tell him I love him too.

I go back to the bedroom and find some clothes to wear. This takes forever because I need to do laundry. I gather up my clothes and I put them in the washer. I also throw bedsheets and pillowcases in with it. I walk into the bathroom and brush out my hair. I begin to turn on the shower when I hear the door open.

“Did you forget something Har?” I yell. No answer. I turn the water off walk out to see what Harry needs when I freeze in my tracks. That’s not Harry. I hear a swift click of a gun.

“Don’t make a fucking sound. Don’t move.”

- - -

Masterlist Series Part 5 Part 7

[specialagentlokitty]

Saul silva x reader - sulking

I saw your post… sorry for requesting that I didn’t saw your post why not… what about writing just silva being grumpy cause he can’t get what he wants - Anon💜

You were up long before your husband, you had a busy day, and you wanted to get an early start in the hopes that you could finish early.

The moment Saul realised you were gone he was pouting, he thought you would’ve stayed with him, and you weren’t there.

Saul decided to go back to bed for a few more hours, and when he woke up you were in the room, looking through some papers at the desk.

He sat up and made his way to the kitchen and you watched.

“You slept late.” You said.

Saul walked back in with glass of water and sat back down on the bed, picking up his phone to go through it.

“Are you really pouting with me right now?”

You turned around to look at him, and he didn’t look up at you.

“Saul?”

Nothing.

“Sweetheart?”

Again, nothing.

“Darling?”

No response.

“My love?”

He didn’t even acknowledge you.

“Okay, while you pout I’ve got to finish marking these papers. I should only be a few hours.”

You got up and grabbed some stuff and left the room, and Saul watched you go.

He did feel kind of bad for ignoring you, but he was pouting with you right now, so he didn’t let it affect him.

He got up, got ready for the day but he decided he didn’t want to leave the room, so he didn’t.

He sat in bed reading a book, and when you came back in, you kicked your shoes off.

You yawned a little and looked at your watch before you took it off and swapped your shirt for one of his jumpers and crawled into bed.

Saul still didn’t look at you.

Sighing, you rested your head in his lap, looking up at him.

“Why’re you pouting dear?” You asked.

Saul didn’t even looked at you.

Reaching up, you plucked the book from his grasp and grabbed the bookmark next to him, and set the book out of his reach.

Saul looked down at you, and you looked up at him.

“Why’re you being grumpy?”

“I’m not.”

“You so are. You’ve been ignoring me all day.”

“Have not.”

“Have too.”

“Have not.”

“Have too.”

Saul rolled his eyes a little and you smiled softly, moving so you were laid next to him you held out your arm.

Saul looked at you and huffed a little, reaching over to grab his book again.

“Nope.”

“Saul!” You whined.

“Nope. I wanted to spend the day in bed with you and you just left me. So you’re not allowed to be cuddled.”

You playfully slapped his leg.

“Don’t be such a bully Saul! Please?”

“Nope.”

You huffed a little and stood up, getting out of bed you grinned a little to yourself.

“Fine, I’m going to go find someone else to cuddle with me cause you’re a big bully.”

You grabbed a blankets wrapped it around your shoulders and slipped your shoes on as you made your way towards the door.

“Also I told you I was busy today so you’re pouting for no reason.”

“I’m not pouting! I don’t pout!”

“You do pout! You always pout!”

With that you grinned at him and left the room, making your way a few doors down you let yourself into the room and looked around.

“Farah!”

Farah come out of the study and rose a brow at you.

“Saul is pouting and being stubborn, I want to be held like a baby, so now I’ve come here. Cuddle with me.”

“We’re adults.”

“Yes. And you’re my big sister, so you’re responsible for making sure I’m happy, please!”

Farah rolled her eyes at you and walked to the kitchen, pulling out a large tub of ice cream.

“Come on then, let’s go complain about your husband, eat ice cream and watch that horrible film you like so much.”

And that’s what you both did, sitting on the sofa, you tucked into Farah’s side, eating ice cream, watching movies and trash talking Saul.

Saul on the other hand was still pouting and he was hoping to finally win something against you, every time he always gave in.

And he didn’t want to.

But as time went past, he was finding it hard to keep sticking to his choice.

And finally he gave in.

He left the room and went to the room he knew you were in and he threw open the door.

Walking over, he reached over and move the ice cream tub, setting it on the table, then he grabbed the blanket from you and threw it over his shoulder.

“No.” He said.

He reached down and picked you up with ease and you hung your head back grinning at Farah.

“I win again.” You beamed.

“See you later.” She laughed.

Saul carried you back through to the room, and he sat down, holding you tightly in his arms as he laid down, rolling over so he was on his side.

Saul buried his face into the crook of your neck and you smiled, playing with the hairs on the back of his neck.

“See that’s not so hard is it. Are you done pouting?”

“I don’t pout…” he grumbled.

You laughed softly and closed your eyes.

“You do pout… you always pout…”

“Shut up…”

You laughed again, and rested your chin on his head.

He always pouted, even if he wouldn’t admit it, saul pouted, and he was a cuddlier, he loved to cuddle, he liked being the little spoon.

But he’d never admit that either

[theoutsiders-luvr]

Darrel x Reader:

Author’s note: Hi! This is my first post so please be kind! And please send in requests! I haven’t had any so this is my first attempt at a story! Sorry if it’s not the best! I hope you enjoy!

Summary: 1.1k words. Darry comes home to find you asleep in bed. He crawls in with you and in the morning you make him breakfast.

Darrel worked almost everyday, long hours. He didn’t mind working so much because he was doing it for his brothers. He loved his brothers more than anything and you knew that. He was a hard worker. That was something you admired and loved about him.

You worked a lot too, but always different hours than him. You worked at the hospital so you worked for a few days a week and long hours at the hospital. Some of the only times you guys saw each other during the week were the days that you had off and at nights when he would get home. You always stayed up until he got home so you could cook dinner for him, and cuddle with him before work the next day.

Tonight you tried to do the same, you had cooked dinner. Sodapop, Ponyboy and you all ate and saved Darrel some like always. After doing the dishes and helping Ponyboy with some of his math homework, you laid in bed reading a book while you waited for Darrel. As you read, you felt your eyelids get heavy with sleep. You tried your best to focus on your book and stay awake until Darrel got home but unfortunately, sleep overcame you.

Darrel was excited to get home. He loved spending nights with you, even if it was for a small amount of time. He parked the truck and got out, walking to the front door and finally opening it up to his night of bliss. He kicked off his work boots and took off his work belt, laying it on the couch.

“I’m home!” Darrel yelled through the house, announcing his presence. He looked around the empty living room. The TV was still on, playing cartoons. It was pretty late for Sodapop to still be up so he figured he was asleep. Ponyboy must either be sleeping or reading in his room. Usually as soon as Darrel announced his arrival, you came up to him and welcomed him back home with a hug and a warming kiss. But tonight, you didn’t come scampering down the hall to greet him.

He walked down the hall and peered into Soda and Pony’s room and saw them both asleep before walking down the hall to your guys’ shared room. He opened the door to see you asleep in bed with your book on your chest and the light still on. He chuckled softly as he stood in the doorway. He slowly approached the bed and sat down next to you as he brushed strand of hair off your face. He gently lifted the book off of your chest and grabbed your bookmark, placing it in between the pages you were on so you didn’t lose your place. He didn’t want to wake you while you were sleeping peacefully so he started to stand up as you stirred awake.

“Dar?” You asked with a low voice, laced with tiredness.

“Yeah, it’s me. Go on back to bed.” He smiled at how tired you were. You looked perfect lying there. He loved how you looked when you were tired.

“Did I fall asleep?” You asked as you sat up against the headboard.

“Yeah, sweetheart, you did.” He chuckled lightly.

“Sorry, Dar. I didn’t mean to.” You apologized as you tried to wipe the sleep from your eyes.

“Don’t apologize. You should go back to bed. You’re still real tired. I can see it on your face.” He said as he sat back down on the side of the bed next to you.

“I made you dinner, Dar. It’s on the stove.” You said as you started to lay back down.

“Thanks, sweetheart.” He smiled down at you as he adjusted the blankets over you.

“Goodnight, Dar.” You smiled up at him as you got comfy.

“‘Night, sweetheart.” Once you finally got comfy he leaned down and kissed you lightly on the forehead. He watched as you closed your eyes before turning of the lamp on the beside table. He stood up and quietly walked out of the room, gently shutting the door behind him.

After he had finished his nightly routine, he came back into the room quietly. He got into bed next you, laying the covers comfortably over both of you. He laid facing you for a little bit before pulling you close to his chest so he could cuddle you even if you weren’t awake. He smiled in contentment as you both laid there in the darkness of the room. The stress and worry of the long day was finally catching up to him, his eyes fell shut as he fell asleep with you in his arms.

He woke up in a slight panic, when he realized his alarm hadn’t gone off and when he realized you weren’t in bed next to him. He got up quickly as he slid on a shirt and went out into the living room to look for you. He walked down the hall and heard the commotion of you, his brothers and two-bit in the kitchen. He walked in and leaned against the kitchen doorframe watching the scene in front of you take place. You were cooking breakfast on the stove while Pony and Soda sat at the table and Two-Bit sat on the counter near you as he watched the food hungrily. He couldn’t help but smile at the interactions. Two-Bit made some joke which cause you to laugh. He loved the sound of your laugh as it echoed through the kitchen.

Finally one of the boys realized you were awake, “Morning sleeping beauty. Thought you’d be asleep for forever.” Two-bit laughed at his amazingly hilarious joke, or so he thought.

You took the finished breakfast off the stove before turning around and seeing him stand there. “Morning Dar! How’d you sleep?”

“Good, but my alarm didn’t go off. I gotta get ready for work soon.” He smiled at you from across the room.

“You ain’t got work today. I turned off your alarm so you could sleep in. Remember Dar?” You said as you laid breakfast on the table for the boys to finally dig in. Today was one of the very very few days Darrel had off each month so you wanted him to enjoy as much as he could.

“What would I ever do without you?” He asked as he walked towards you.

“You’d be breakfast-less and on your way to work on your day off.” You couldn’t help but tease.

He chuckled at your retort. He loved you with his whole heart and it showed every time he looked at you. “I love you.” He said as he walked towards you and wrapped his arms around his waist.”

“I love you too.” You smiled up at him with a loving look in your eyes. You both loved each other so much and you both knew it.

[iamvegorott]

Meeting A Magical Man Pt. 47

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Chase worked on cleaning the living room, sweeping the floor, and humming. Marvin was in the kitchen on the phone with Henrik, telling him to come over. Chase enjoyed the tedious peace before Henrik gave them hell for what they did last week. They had meant to fill him in sooner, but they got too caught up in figuring out what they were doing and kept pushing it to the side. They needed to do it now before it kept happening, and Henrik learned through a random conversation. 

That would literally bring hell. 

“Have you seen Mad?” Mare’s voice came from the kitchen while Chase used his foot to move one of the chairs aside to sweep under it. 

“Sorry, darling, I haven’t,” Marvin answered. 

“Damn it,” Mare grunted, and Chase looked up, hearing Mare’s footsteps coming into the room. “Please tell me you’ve seen Mad. I’ve asked everyone, and I’ve searched the whole house.” 

“Haven’t seen him since last night.” Chase pushed the chair back in place. “Didn’t Phantom and Jackie head out? Maybe he went with them?”

“Already texted them, and they don’t have him.” Mare chewed his lip for a second before his eyes widened. “I swear if he went to the library on his own.” 

“Henrik said he’ll be over as soon as possible with Robbie and Edward, and Mad probably did go,” Marvin said as he walked in. “And I bet I know exactly where he’s at.” He said and, without anything else, snapped his fingers and sent the three of them to the library. 

They stood in a little corner where a big, plush chair sat facing a stained-glass window. A little table sat next to the chair, with a small vase of roses on it. Mad was curled up in the chair, shoes off and lost in the book he held in his lap. He was unaware of the others, eyes gliding across the words on the pages and looking the most relaxed Marvin’s ever seen him. 

“Madrick!” 

And there goes him being relaxed.

A yelp of shock came out of Mad, and he almost fell out of the chair, hugging the book to his chest and catching himself by putting his feet back on the ground. The worry on his face quickly changed to annoyance when it clicked that the person calling his name was Mare. 

“You scared me,” Mad whispered. “And lower your voice.” 

“What the hell-” Mare pressed his lips together tightly when Mad shushed him. “What the hell were you thinking?” He lowered his voice to a harsh whisper. 

“Should we go?” Chase’s question got shushed as well by Marvin. 

“I told you I was going to the library.” Mad sighed, picking up a bookmark and sliding it into his book before closing it.

“And I told you that you weren’t going alone.” Mare took the book from Mad’s hand and sat it on the table.

“I’m fine, aren’t I?”

“You got lucky.”

“Why are you getting on my ass so much about this? I’m not your job anymore.” Mad scoffed and got up, slipping his shoes back on. 

“You haven’t been my job for a long time.” Mare’s face and tone told Marvin a lot more than what Mad would be able to read. Man was oblivious to how much he had scared Mare when he couldn’t find him. 

“A long time? We just got away from Dark, and there wasn’t really that much of a gap between him and Actor. A week isn’t that long.” 

“That’s not what I’m talking about.” Mare’s voice dropped even lower than his whisper. Marvin could barely hear him.

“Then what are you talking about? I don’t get what I’m missing. You know you need to be blunt with-” Mad’s words stopped when Mare suddenly grabbed his face and kissed him. 

“Yes!” Marvin cheered, throwing both hands in the air while Chase made a little ‘ope’ sound. “Finally! You two-” Marvin stopped himself when Mad stepped away, hands going up over his mouth, and he shook his head. His eyes were wide and filled with fear. 

“Mad?” Mare reached out, and Mad moved away more. “Wait, I-”

“I’m sorry,” Mad spoke between his fingers. “I’m-I’m sorry. I-” 

Then he was gone. 

“No, shit! Shit!” Mare went to where Mad had been. “I have no idea where he’d go.” 

“Your back porch.” Chase blurted out, looking at Marvin. 

“What?”

“The last time Mad went off because he got overwhelmed, he went to your back porch. It’s a wild shot, but we can check there and-” Chase heard a snap and was now talking to air. “I meant for you to take us with you.” He continued talking to the empty space. 

“I’m such an idiot.” Mare groaned, covering his eyes with the heels of his palms as he flopped on the chair. “I’ve done a lot of stupid shit in my life, but that was the dumbest thing I could have done.” 

“I mean, there’s a lot of other dumb things you could have done.” Chase awkwardly said and picked up the book Mad had been reading before sitting on the table. “Like, you know, setting something on fire…or not.” He made a face when he realized fire was probably not the best thing to bring up. Mare sighed and leaned forward, rubbing at his face.

“Thank you for trying.” 

“I’m not done. Give me a chance.” Chase weakly chuckled, taking his phone out and seeing a text from Marvin that he was right about where Mad had gone.  

“I fucked everything up, not really much for you to work with.” 

“You didn’t fuck everything up.”

“He ran.”

“You guys have said over and over again that he doesn’t have control over his magic, and it probably just kicked in when he got scared.” 

“I scared him.” Mare’s hands dropped. “The last thing I want to do is make him feel actual fear, to be scared of me.” 

“It’s not you he’s scared of.”

“What is he scared of then?”

“His feelings.”

“Really?”

“Listen.” Chase held up the book and showed Mare. It was clearly a cheesy romance novel. It even had a shirtless man as the cover image. “He’s been in denial about his feelings for as long as you have and-” He held up a finger when Mare tried to protest. “My dude, I’ve been down this route myself. How Marvin and I got together is just as messy in more than one way.” Chase handed Mare the book. “Sometimes it takes a big leap of faith or high emotions. Marvin confessed when he discovered I was about to sign a contract with Dark. You kissed Mad because you were worried Actor got him.” 

“I didn’t want him to keep thinking he’s only been a job to me. Yes, everything started because of that, but that hasn’t been the case since, to be honest, after the first week of knowing him.” Mare flipped the book over and skimmed the summary. 

“You fell fast by the sounds of it,” Chase chuckled. 

“Yeah.” Mare agreed with a sigh. “This book is about someone falling in love with their bodyguard.” 

“Like I said, scared of his feelings.” Chase tapped his temple with a finger. 

“Probably not how he wanted to confront them.” Mare shook his head with a chuckle.

“Nothing ever goes as planned, but that makes life interesting.” 

“That’s fair.” 

“Ready to go back?” 

“Now or never.” Mare snapped his fingers to end his sentence, sending them back to Marvin’s house.

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Tags: @brokentimewatch @bookwormscififan @d-structive @rainymae523 @ashtonisvibing

[mangokittokatsu]

slides you a $50

pls i’m thinking and need bobby helping regressed reader when they’re sick :( like you regress to a really small age like one or two and you’re completely non verbal, all you can usher out is “dada”.

mixed with the sickness it makes you so fussy and tearful to the point where all you need is skin on skin with bobby and him running you a hot bath and just taking care of you and i just AAAAAAH

i love you the mostest my love 🥺🥺 <33

Sebby lovely!! 🥺💕 I'm so so sorry this took me so long!!!! I wrote like 800 words for this over the course of December since you sent this in and then had horrible writer's block and I wanted to make this a long piece, but then tonight for some reason was struck with an insane amount of motivation and cranked out the remainder in like 2 hours. I hope you enjoy it lovely!!!! 🥺🥺💖💖💖💖 @sebsxphia

Hush Little Darling

Robert "Bob" Floyd x Little! Reader

WC: 3.1k

Tags: Age regression, fluff, sickness (nothing graphic), nightmares

The morning sun was creeping in through the curtains of your bedroom where Bob was already sitting up in bed, reading his most recent book of choice while you still slept next to him. It was one of his only days off of the week and as such, he was going to spend every minute of it with you. He glanced over at you with a small look of worry as you let out a soft whine as your eyes fluttered open. He had expected you to be waking up soon, what he didn’t anticipate however was for you to roll over and press yourself into his side with a soft whimper, instantly alarming him to your overheated body and how your hair was sticking to your sweaty forehead. He set his book down on the nightstand, not even worrying about placing a bookmark, and pressed his hand to your face with a slight frown before pulling back. A shiver wracked your frame as you desperately tried to burrow further into him and he pulled you closer, wrapping the blankets tighter around you. 

“You not feeling good bunny?” He spoke to you in a soft voice, knowing that if you had a fever you likely had a headache on top of it.

You just looked up at him with teary eyes, sniffling as you managed to cry out a hoarse “dada!” before the tears spilled over onto your cheeks. 

Bob instantly pulled you up into his arms, shushing you gently as you buried your face into his neck with a whine, clinging to him tightly and pulling the collar of his shirt into your mouth to chew on in an attempt to soothe yourself. He rocked you slowly for a few minutes before you sniffled too hard in irritation at your runny nose, suddenly pulling yourself away from him as you sent yourself into a painful sounding coughing fit. Bob rubbed your back through it, gathering you back up in his arms with a sympathetic coo as you slumped against him once it passed, turning your face into his chest and throwing your arms around his neck as your tears came back in full force. Your throat felt like it was on fire and your body ached, the coughing fit certainly not helping either one. Your shirt was sticking to your sweaty skin yet you felt like you were freezing. Bob softly placed a kiss to the top of your head, wrapping his arms tighter around you and shifting you both over to the edge of the bed, setting his feet on the floor. 

“Hey baby girl,” he guided your head away from his chest to look at your face as he gently stroked his thumb across your cheeks, wiping away some of your tears, “let’s go get you out of these sweaty clothes and take a warm bath, huh? Does that sound good? It might help clear up all the icky stuff in your nose and chest too.”

You look up at him with glassy eyes, shoving your face back into his chest as you sluggishly reposition yourself to be straddling his hips and throwing your arms back around his neck. He takes your movement as a silent agreement, he’s about to stand up when he has the last second thought to grab the spare throw blanket across the foot of the bed and wrap it around you, knowing you’d quickly get cold without it once he set you down to run the bath. He carries you to the en suite and attempts to set you on the counter, immediately scooping you back up into his arms and soothing you as you start to fuss at the prospect of being set down and no longer touching him, “ok, ok I won’t set you down, I’ve got you, don’t worry bunny. Dada’s got you.” 

He maneuvers himself to sit on the edge of the tub, balancing you both carefully as he manages to turn on the tub with one hand and rocks you against him as he waits for it to warm up, soft tendrils of steam coming off the surface, before he reaches into the tub to close the drain and pours in an undetermined amount of lavender bubble bath. He stands up and brings you over to the counter, his hand coming up to the edge of your shirt, “I’m gonna get you undressed now ok? Can dada set you down so he can do it quick so you don’t get cold?” He waits a few seconds before he feels a small nod from you against his neck, gently setting you on the counter as you whine at the loss of his warmth and scent, a shiver running through your body again.

“I know little one, I’ll make it real quick and then you’ll be nice and warm in the bath and I’ll join you too, gonna stay with you the whole time.” He soothes you as he makes quick work of your sweaty clothes, dropping them into the hamper, his own sweatpants following shortly after, before he lifts you back into his arms. Bob lets out a concerned hum at the heat of your bare skin against his, letting you press yourself impossibly closer to him in his arms for a moment as he carefully steps into the tub and lowers you both down into the warm water. You instantly relax further against him, letting out a soft coo as the hot water soothes the aches of your body and the lavender works to slightly clear up the congestion in your chest. Bob eventually grabs the baby shampoo from next to the tub as the water starts to cool some and gently starts to work it through your slightly sweat matted hair. Logically he knows it’ll be just as sweaty again later, but at least for right now you’ll be nice and clean. He brings his hands down to the water to rinse them off before wrapping his arms back around you, “I’m gonna drain the tub and get us all rinsed off now ok?” 

You let out a whine at the thought of the warm water disappearing from around you, shoving yourself further into Bob’s chest as it flows down the drain. He keeps you both sitting in the tub as he turns the tap back on, letting it run to fully warm back up before pulling the switch and covering you both in a steaming spray of water while he begins to rinse the shampoo out of your hair. He massages your scalp gently, hoping the gentle touches soothe some of the fever induced headache away, whispers of sweet nothings and comforts slipping past his lips the entire time. Your head eventually falling against his shoulder, wanting nothing more than to go back to bed, no matter how good the warm water felt against you and your aching body. Bob lets out a soft hum, pressing a kiss to the top of your wet head, deeming your hair rinsed enough to get out of the tub as he reaches to turn off the shower and carefully stand you both up. He thanks whatever god that may exist that he thought ahead for your protest of the cold air as he pulls the shower curtain open, tears of discomfort and exhaustion springing to your eyes even as he wraps your fluffiest towel around you, your hands instantly reaching back out for him from where he’s sat you on the counter. 

Bob dries you off quickly and securely wraps the towel around you before giving himself a quick once over, barely bothering to dry his hair just enough to stop it from dripping off his short curls before scooping you back up into his arms and carrying you back to bed. He sets you down in front of him, running a comb through your hair and quickly putting it in a loose braid to keep it from getting tangled and out of your face. He softly kisses the top of your head with a whisper of, “Be right back Bunny, dada’s just going over to the dresser to grab some pjs, I’m still right here, not leavin’ ya at all.”

He digs through the drawers before pulling out a simple pair of sleep shorts for you and a pair of sweatpants for himself, knowing you’d likely want skin to skin contact with the amount of discomfort you were in and just how little you were. He grabs your pink pacifier with Thumper the rabbit on it almost on autopilot, pausing for a split second before reaching back into the dresser and pulling out your softest romper, a simple pastel color block and made of a thick but incredibly soft cotton, just in case. A soft whimper draws his attention back to you on the bed, you had turned to watch him with wide, glassy eyes and he noticed your bottom lip starting to tremble ever so slightly as tears began to slip down your reddened cheeks, a sign he was taking too long away from you. Bob slipped his sweatpants on in record speed and hurried back over to your side, cupping your face, smoothing his thumb along your cheek and kissing your forehead, “Shh Bunny it’s ok, Dada’s got you, ‘m sorry I took so long getting pjs, c’mere let me get you dressed.”

You lean towards him, letting him position you as he needed to in order to get your shorts on before grasping onto him after he slips your pacifier in your mouth, pressing your bare chest against his and nestling your face into his neck with a hiccuping sigh, letting some of the discomfort bleed out of you as it was overwhelmed by the safety and comfort of your Bobby’s arms. He grabs your soft blanket and wraps it snugly around your shoulders before hoisting you up, your legs wrapped around his waist as he carries you to the kitchen. He rummages through the fridge, a soft “ah ha!” filling the quiet air around you as he pulls out an applesauce pouch from the drawer, cracking the top off before easing your paci out of your mouth again, holding the applesauce to your lips only for you to turn your head away from it with a whine. Bob lets out a soft sigh, gently trying to coax you into taking it, “c’mon little one, you have to eat a little something so you can feel better. If you eat this I’ll get you some juice too ok?”

The promise of juice spurs you into reluctantly taking the pouch into your mouth, a soft smile spreading across Bob’s face, pressing a kiss to your warm cheek and murmuring praises to you, “that’s my baby girl, doing so good for me. Ya don’t gotta eat it all right now, just a little bit is ok, good Bunny.”

You ate as much of the pouch as your stomach would allow, which wasn’t much, but Bob was just happy he was able to get anything in your system. Staying true to his promise he filled a sippy cup with apple juice, offering it to you only for you to reach back for your paci again, your upset stomach not able to handle anything else at the moment. Bob let out a sympathetic coo in understanding, easily slipping it back into your mouth as he carried you over to the couch, settling you down on top of him and pulling another blanket over the two of you. Your skin was still too warm for his liking, a flush coloring the tops of your cheeks as you burrowed impossibly closer to him, tears starting to well in your eyes again as the aches of your body make themselves known once again after being calmed by the warm bath. Bob let his hand rest at the nape of your neck, gently scratching through the baby hairs there that had already escaped your braid, soothing you into sleep again despite the shivers that started to make their way through your body again, Bob pulling the blankets tighter around you. 

Bob wasn’t sure how much time had passed with you in a light but peaceful sleep on his chest, scrolling aimlessly on his phone as he held you close. It wasn’t until he was startled back to reality by a cry that he even realized he had fallen asleep as well, his brain instantly fully waking up as he took in your shaking, whimpering form on his chest. Your face was scrunched up in a mixture of pain and fear, your paci slipped out of your mouth and now laying against Bob’s bicep as you cried out again in your fever induced nightmare, a thin layer of sweat once again coating your flushed skin. Bob carefully sat up so you both were partially upright, hands sliding up your bare back to scratch at your scalp and gently swipe his thumbs across your cheeks.

“C’mon baby girl, wake up for me darlin’, it’s just a bad dream”, Bob soothed you, urging you awake, sighing in relief as your eyes blinked open, unfocused and filled with tears, “there’s my Bunny, you’re safe. It was just bad dream, dada’s got you, you’re safe.”

You clung onto his words but they weren’t enough to squash down the fears that still flashed in your mind every few seconds. You looked at him and blinked once, twice, before the dam broke inside you with a cry, “Dada!”

You pressed your face aggressively into the hand still resting on your cheek as heavy, painful sounding sobs wracked your body. Bob instantly pulled your face into his neck, letting you sob against his skin as he rocked you side to side and shushed you softly, trying to get you to settle before you tore up your already sore throat even more or made yourself sick from your gasps of air in between sobs, he could already hear your voice getting more hoarse with each passing cry out for him. As your cries slowly died down Bob eased your paci back into your mouth when he noticed you mouthing at the skin of his shoulder, looking for something to help soothe you. He continued rocking you as you slumped against him, your face buried back into his neck as you continued to take shuddering, hiccuping breaths, although they were getting less frequent. He could still feel fresh tears landing against his skin before he gently pulled your face away from him to look at you, still silently crying, “there we go little one, that’s good. Do you wanna go back to bed?”

You just nodded at him with a sniffle and a hiccup, throat too sore to do anything else, as you felt another wave of fresh tears spring to your eyes, the exhaustion caused by your nightmare and subsequent sobbing settled true and deep into you now. Bob simply scooped you up from the couch as he stood, grabbing your nearly forgotten sippy cup of juice off the coffee table and making sure the blanket wouldn't fall off your shoulders on the trek back to your bedroom. He settled you down on the bed, you were too exhausted to notice him briefly stepping away to turn on the box fan you kept in the corner of the room and to grab you some medicine from the bathroom. Bob returned to the bed, gently sitting you up and smiling softly as you looked at him with hazy doe eyes and holding out a small measuring cup filled with medicine, even in your exhausted state you still crinkled your nose in disgust at it, clearly displeased by just the notion of it. Bob let out a soft chuckle, “I know baby girl, but you’ve gotta take it, it’ll help you feel better. And look! I even have your juice right over there.”

He pointed over at the sippy cup now sitting on your nightstand, trying to talk you into taking the horribly fruit flavored medicine. You quickly decided you were too tired to put up much of a fight, begrudgingly letting Bob take your paci out of your mouth and help you quickly take it. You let out a disgusted cough as a few fresh tears slipped down your cheeks, still red and splotchy from both your fever and your sobbing after your nightmare. However, Bob was prepared, already handing you your juice to wash the taste out of your mouth before more tears could make themselves known. He let you have your fill of the juice, although truthfully it was only a few sips, before he slipped your paci back into your mouth. He was about to climb into bed with you when he thought about the romper he had grabbed earlier, long forgotten where he had tossed it to the head of the bed until now. He picked it up from by the pillows, holding it up in front of you as you looked more and more drowsy by the minute, “do you wanna wear your romper to bed, Bunny? It’s your super soft one with the pretty pastel colors.”

A slightly dopey smile spread across your face from under your paci as you slowly but eagerly nodded, a matching smile making its way to Bob’s face as he realized that the medicine was already helping you feel a little better. He slipped your romper on, quickly turning around to the dresser to grab your matching paci clip, clipping it to the collar of the romper and the other end to the paci sleepily hanging between your lips. He gently pushed it back into your mouth with a soft chuckle, taking a minute to look at you after he was done, admiring you and just how he got so damn lucky to have you in his life. He settled down in bed, guiding you to lay next to him, cuddled up into his side with one of his arms wrapped protectively around you as he murmured into your hair, “go to sleep Bunny, I’m not leavin’ anytime soon, gonna be right here when you wake up, I promise. I love you so much.”

He placed a soft kiss to your head as he felt your breathing even out, relieved to feel that your body was slightly less warm against his than it was earlier. He knew he’d likely get whatever bug you had, and that you would likely wake up still sick once the meds wore off, but none of that mattered at the moment. All that mattered was that you were finally sleeping peacefully after a day full of discomfort and pain, and that was the most important thing in the world to him.

[coffeebanana]

What’s your favorite fanfic from any fandom? Or your favorite comic. 💚

kjsbfdskjb sorry i've been procrastinating this ask for almost a month now 😂. the issue is that i suck at deciding on a favourite anything. i cannot make these sorts of decisions!! and i believe it's unfair to force me have to choose LOL.

that being said, i do have some miraculous ladybug rec lists i've shared in the past, so i'll link those here. it's far from a comprehensive take on my favourites, but at least it's something!

love square recs from an ask i replied to recently

some random rec list i made by combing through old bookmarks a while back

my marigami rec list

i'm also going to rec a few of my favourite she-ra fics, because while i'm not very active in that fandom anymore, these do live rent-free in my brain and it IS pride months i gotta support the lesbians that got me back into fanfiction ahaha

The Pact by the_deaf_pomegranate - rated E. This one is a no-powers AU where Catra's a surrogate for Bow and Glimmer. But that's a very simplistic description because there's just. SO MUCH packed into this. Like Catra has a lot of past trauma and of course that impacts Catradora's relationship. The writing is gorgeous and makes such good use of non-linear storytelling. It's so painful but with a happy ending I promise! I loved this so much!!

As long as we stay together (if we just stay together) by @herothehardway - rated M. Aaaaah this one is such a cool concept! Another no powers AU but here Catra and Adora are both astrophysicists who used to work together in...I think it was undergrad? but had a falling out. And they meet up at like a research center in the south pole where they're both working. And they slowly rebuild their friendship/relationship.

The Theatre Department series by lologoblens - rated T. This one is a series! It's a high school AU (eventually college AU) where Adora was adopted by Mara and Catra is raised by Shadow Weaver who is an abusive parent...obviously. They both have a lot of trauma to work through but it's done in such a sweet (and I think very age-appropriate) way. And they're just so lovely! (I've enjoyed everything I've read by this author tbh.)

anyways, thanks for the ask!! sorry it took me so long to get to it ahaha 💜

[killerandhealerqueen]

Always Been Yours got me here!! I remember scrolling through the Killer and Healer tag on here and seeing your username and going

"OH MY GOD! I know you!! I have you Bookmarked!!" Like an excited puppy, I'll be honest. But I specifically remember Always Been Yours.

And for the 2024 In Review... I would ask number 19 - what's your favorite piece of dialogue

(Also, if i said something that sounded odd, rude or anything like that IM SO SORRY. For as long as I've been here I've never sent an ask in 😭 I just really enjoy your work and seeing you come across my dashboard)

Oh, Always Been Yours! Oh, I love that fic, it's a goody. I sometimes will go back and reread it (but then again, I go back and reread all my fics, I love them so much).

But that's so cute that you saw my username and reacted like an excited puppy. That warms my heart, honestly. I always like it whenever people get excited to see me.

tell me anonymously (or not) what fic brought you to my blog :)

19. Share your favorite piece of dialogue

Oh...I've written so many good dialogues this year...but I think my favorite has to be from Die Trying:

            “You know…I think the reason Keying is so kind and so loving like Princess Ning’an…is because you are kind and loving” he mused, making Chen Yuzhi look at him in confusion.             “What do you mean?  Me?  Kind?  Loving?  I killed innocent people, like the fucking princess, for God’s sake.  How does that make me kind and loving person?” he hissed.  Jiang Yuelou huffed.             “That was the you then.  It is not the you now.  You are a kind and loving person, Chen Yuzhi, whether you believe it or not.  I’ve seen it in the way you treat Keying and in the way you treat villagers.  You care.  Could the you all those years ago say that?” he asked.  Chen Yuzhi was quiet before he shook his head.             “No” he whispered.  Jiang Yuelou nodded.             “Exactly.  You learned how to be a kind and loving person from Princess Ning’an and then took that love and care and kindness and raised Keying with it.  She is a kind and loving child because of you.  You, not anyone else” he declared, making Chen Yuzhi stare at him with wide eyes before he quickly looked away, silence soon falling over the both of them before Jiang Yuelou looked over at him and placed a gentle hand on his thigh.             “You are a good and kind and loving person, Chen Yuzhi.  You are not Zhan Tianqing.  And you never will be” he assured before he pushed himself to his feet and made his way towards the door, just as Chen Yuzhi looked at him.             “Jiang Yuelou” he called out.  Jiang Yuelou turned to look at him.             “Hm?” he replied.  Chen Yuzhi looked at him with glassy eyes.             “Thank you” he whispered.  Jiang Yuelou smiled softly.             “You’re welcome” he replied before he turned and headed out of the room, Chen Yuzhi staring after him as tears streamed down his cheeks.  He had never realized how much he needed to hear that he was nothing like his adoptive father…and everything like the princess he so adored. 

And you said nothing wrong! You're totally fine! Feel free to drop by any time, on or off anon!

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[clumsyclifford]

can you rec any good malum fics on ao3? a lot of what i find is main lashton/background malum :(

YES I CAN AND I WILL!!! i have so many malum fics bookmarked u dont even KNOW. sorry these are wildly out of order but here we go:

and find where you’ve been (you are perfect porcelain) by @calumsclifford (expectopatronuz on ao3). also:

it’s no coincidence my hand fits perfectly in yours also by @calumsclifford (yeah i love maggie to death what about it)

we know this is the way it’s supposed to be by @calumcest (softirwin on ao3) (aka helen the love of my actual literal life). more by helen bc she’s literally a malum fic dealer at this point:

make me a promise here tonight by @calumcest (one of my faves <3)

the first time i’ve seen love (and the last i’ll ever need) by @calumcest

it should be criminal that you could be mine by @calumcest (fair warning theres some smut in the middle i always skip it tho)

it always will be you (wherever you are) by @calumcest

falling asleep on a stranger by @calumcest yeah maybe this account is just a helen promo account....maybe i AM helen.......jk could never be that good

you’re already the voice inside my head by @calumcest

i want to teach you a lesson (in the worst kind of way) by @calumcest

dancing with the demons (holy spirit, holy spirit) by @calumcest

only you (and you can hear me) by @calumcest

Too Close to See by @allsassnoclass (brightblackholes on ao3) (aka M <3 love u love u love u)

ok now that im done plugging tf outta helen and maggie and M:

who am i, when i don’t know myself? by prettyluke

we’re looking for something dumb to do by cuzmuffin (i think you need an ao3 account to read this one)

falls in love every day by maiamaryse

It’s just you and I tonight by maiamaryse

i’ll misbehave if it turns you on by horriblekids (linking horriblekids’ ao3 because in general their fics are fuckin phenomenal)

i’m loving what you got by asymmetric

wake up with by asymmetric

hope this is satisfactory also cheeky plug ive got a good amount of malum fics on my own ao3 bellawritess no pressure to read em but if you want to i will not say no <3

side note: i didn’t include any unfinished fics on this list because i am not a monster but there are a couple good ones HELEN lookin at you

[unholyhelbig]

Loved your latest Natasha fic, the way you wrote her is super cute, can't wait for part two to see how the feelings come into play

[A/N: Sorry this took so damn long, life has been so hectic. Thank you! I'm still getting the hang of writing her, but recently had the pleasure of watching Black Widow again. Cheers!]

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You Had One Job Pt.2 | Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Rain choked the gutters in the small neighborhood. It rested on the outskirts of main street, strung with golden bulbs and small thrift stores that had flipped their signs around and counted the registers. The earth smelled fresh and damp and pressed against the cab of the van as it pulled in across the street from a small split-level home painted powder blue.

The sky had dwindled to a milky orange, pink clouds that had once been gray. Your eyes tracked the horizon and then the drops of water that fought for dominance on the windshield. Anywhere was better than Natasha’s fuming gaze. When the widow was angry, and right now was a prime example of that anger, it was better to remain silent.

You knew your place among the Avengers and always had.

There was an heir of usefulness to you that Nick Fury had found inspiring. For a long while, you were considered the new kid, fresh meat for Tony to poke fun at and for Bruce to smooth out with his soft-hearted charm. It had taken a full year for you to consider the group of heroes your family, or as close as you could get to one.

Natasha was like a mysterious family friend who grunted out most of her responses. She had looks that could, and would, kill. You often turned into a bumbling mess around her. If she hadn’t thought you were incompetent before, she most certainly did now.

She pulled the van as close as it could go to the curb, positioning it with precision. The both of you could see through the window of the home, its golden light paling the grass. The clerk from the coffee shop was setting the table for one, and something about the gesture made your stomach clench. You frowned and pulled your attention away.

“Hypothetically,” You began, voice small “I fucked up.”

“There is no hypothetical about it. What if she contacted someone on the way over here? Set off some type of silent alarm to Hydra? Would you like me to continue? Because I can.”

You glowered at her “No. I’ve got it.”

Natasha seemed satisfied with your own level of self-guilt in the matter. She huffed and crossed her arms over her chest, scrunching her nose. It was funny to you, that a super-spy would have a tell. But then again, maybe even that had been calculated.

Watching the former S.H.I.E.L.D scientist enjoy a single piece of salmon over white rice suddenly became more enthralling to you. She read a paperback that looked like a romance novel. You couldn’t’ make it out, but it was certainly more entertaining than the classic that rested, bookmarked, on the dash.

“What’s with the necklace?”

Natasha spoke for the first time in over an hour. The sun had finally decided to set, and the scientist had moved to wash her dishes, swaying her hips to a tune that no one but her could hear. It was oh so domestic, and oh so lonely.

You furrowed your brow and glanced her way. There was no malice behind her words or her expression. In fact, it looked curious and soft, and nearly apologetic. Her tone was laced with something that you had heard only with Clint, and only once.

Your fingers had subconsciously moved to the shield, thumb pushing against the metal tip of the shield. The grooves glowed a crimson that caught the streetlamps and reflected against Nat’s stare. She had turned in her seat, knees raised to her chest and chin resting upon them.

“You never take it off.”

Natasha’s grasp had been wound upon the chain mere hours ago, her breath shallow and quiet and pressed so subtly against the crook of your neck. Goosebumps rose close to your skin at the memory, at the yearning for the same type of touch that you swallowed back down- a problem for another time, another moment where her anger wouldn’t fume.

“Do you know how my powers work? How I got them?”

She shook her head, eyes becoming less hard than they had been. She kept a steady gaze on their target, who flitted around her kitchen behind your shoulder. There was never a baseline conversation between the two of you. You knew how she took her coffee in the morning, and that her guilty pleasure was a bowl of sugary cereal in the evenings after a particularly bad day. But never this- never the red room, never the experiments, never the origins.

“My mother worked as the curator for the Smithsonian. When we were younger, we would travel the world. I accompanied her to digs, to conventions, you name it. It embedded curiosity into me that I never seemed to satiate. I think she regretted that later in life, taking me everywhere, showing me everything.”

Natasha swallowed hard and brought her knees up to her chest, hugging them close, watching you carefully.

“There was a shipment from Brazil. They came in these large wooden crates packed with straw. My mother’s task was to catalog, and mine was to watch. I wandered and came across a simple mahogany box. I dropped it.”

“What was inside?” She whispered, eyes darting from the house to you, tender and careful.

“Terrigen. Terrigen crystals that shattered against the floor and filled the room with this… this purple gas within seconds. Everything smelled sweet and warm and like” you laughed wetly “Kind of like a coffee shop. That’s the last thing I remember before everything went black.”

You ran your fingers over the side of the shield now, the metal cold and smooth against your palm.

“I came to in the hospital, hooked up to every machine imaginable. They wore these alien-like suits for their own protection, kept me in a quarantine cell to run tests for weeks, and through it all they didn’t tell me what had happened to my mother. If she was alive, what I had breathed in and swallowed. It altered my DNA, my physical chemistry, my everything.”

“And your mother?”

“Wasn’t as lucky as me.” You worked your fingers through your hair. The rain had stopped pounding against the tin roof in its rhythmic fashion. “The necklace was a gift from my grandfather on my 18th birthday. Vibranium from the mines he cleared in his own research. I use it when I need it.”

You were a lot smarter than you looked. Natasha’s own expression mirrored the sentiment. You had grown up around scientists, astrophysicists, archivists. Knowledge was hailed within your household, but you determined when to utilize it.

A silence fell over the car once more. The scientist had retired to the living room, the dull glow of the television had replaced orange and gold. Her night was mundane, safe and routine, and domestic.

“Y/N?”

“Hmm?”

“I don’t think you’re incompetent.”

You knitted your eyebrows together and glanced her way. She looked like a curious child, all of the sudden. Not the woman who had the strange and venomous bite to her. Even in her sleep, Natasha would frown, disturbed by something she couldn’t protect herself from. Memories, maybe.

“I’m just a girl.” She said, curling further into herself “One that was molded and trained to kill, but all the same, I am just a girl. I’ve always resented those with powers. It just seemed so easy. To wake up one day without Mother Russia in your ear. Strong and undeterred. But you…”

She took in a shaky breath. You were afraid to move. This was the most vulnerable you had ever seen her or any of the Avengers. You lived together, trained together, breathed each other in, but each one of you had been guarded for good reason.

“Everyone has their own demons, Zaika. I came to that realization a long time ago. I’ve been unfair.”

You gave her a small smile, “I don’t think unfair is the right word. I think you have a crush.”

“You are infuriating.”

“I’m charming. If anything, this stake-out proves it.”

Natasha mumbled something in Russian that you were content not deciphering because she said it with a smile.

[donaweasley]

Their Little Secret

Pairing: Loki x Fem!Reader

Plot: This can be read as a sequel to What If or even as a solo.

The reader and Loki have been best friends for long, but eventually realised that it was more than just friendship. As they secretly step into a new world, the entire team, unbeknownst to it all, makes it their mission to make the love birds realise and confess what they feel for each other.

Warnings: Fluff, slight angst in relationship, a happy ending! Oh! And late-night hazards and a long read. Sorry!

Read time: ~26 mins

“(Y/N), could you please take a look at this once?”

Loki waltzed in through (Y/N)’s door with a file in his hand. She was reading a book, when he knocked.

“It’s pretty late. I thought you said you’d go straight to bed. What are you doing with this poor old piece of rat-food now?”

“I did. But then I couldn’t sleep. So...I thought of doing something boring enough to lull me to sleep. But this old file actually turned out to be quite interesting,” he explained animatedly. “I just couldn’t understand one part. So, here I am!”

She eyed him suspiciously as he spread his arms to accentuate his royal presence.

“That, or you wanted to see me, and this file is a flimsy excuse,” she drawled.

“Come on, darling! I’m fond of you but not to the extent that I’ll have to make lame excuses to see you. Besides, why would I need to lie to you?”

After taking a moment to consider his words, she stepped beside him and asked him to show the file.

“It is here - this part,” he pointed at a chunk of printed information.

“This one is…” She pondered aloud. “That doesn’t make sense! Loki, w-where did you get this from? That doesn’t look like any mission report or anything. It looks like...an excerpt...from...a book?”

Before she could register, a kiss landed on her cheek. It was immediately followed by Loki excitedly wishing her, “Goodnight, darling,” and vanishing into a green glow.

She stood stunned for a while. Gradually, the tingling sensation where Loki’s lips had caressed her skin began to spread like wildfire through her face, and soon she was blushing and smiling like an idiot.

“Idiot!” She cursed him as she flopped back on the bed.

After a few seconds of fiddling with the bookmark, and staring at blurred lines on the page, she closed the book, and decided to call it a night. After what Loki just did, nothing else could compare to a happier ending to the day.

As she closed her eyes, sunny memories started flooding her mind.

It had all started hardly two months ago, when they were having their usual midnight snacks, casually talking the day’s stress away, talking nonsense - just the usual best buddy night.

But then something happened: a childish game of “what-ifs”.

It was fun, for the most part, until Loki had asked her about her intentions if she met the love of her life the next day. Already stained with painful memories of past relationships and with the hopelessness about her love life, she tried her best to evade the question. But Loki, being Loki, kept proding her until she gave him a genuine reason for her frustration.

And everything changed after that. Because in trying to save the other from falling down the emotional cliff, they had saved each other. They had found each other.

She laughed softly as she remembered the hesitancy in both their hearts as they had crossed the threshold of friendship.

That was the first time that she had kissed him. On the cheek. And that was even before she had fully realised that her feelings for him were no longer platonic.

That was the first time Loki had put an arm around her and pulled her close to him.

Another giggle escaped her as she remembered the moment when the soft morning light, and a stiff back had awakened her from her sleep.

Both were still sitting in almost the same position as they had been when they were chatting.

She had found herself cocooned in the arms of Loki, her legs tangled with his, both of them safe under the thin blanket that Loki had picked while preparing for their night. Her head rested on his chest, while his rested on the top of her head.

The last thing that she remembered from the previous night was them promising each other that no matter how things turned out, they’d always be beside one another. And then Loki had pulled her closer, and gently laid her head on his throbbing chest.

It was now peacefully moving up and down with his sleepy breaths. Before opening her eyes to reality, she stole a few moments to let this feeling sink in.

When she had closed her eyes the night before, there was an excitement so high in the air that Thor’s thunder would have been ashamed. It was the hammering of Loki’s heart that had eventually put her to sleep.

The morning brought a peaceful rhythm beneath her ears. It was beautiful, it was calm, it was...reassuring. She loved it more than the thrill of the past few hours.

But no matter how long she tried to soak herself in the feeling, the incidents of the night before still seemed somewhat unbelievable. How could something months long change overnight? Was it all a mirage then, cast by the treacherous night?

The darkness of the night sets the mind free to imagine anything, take any decision. But the clarity of the day brings logic to the forefront, which sometimes turns out to be good but sometimes not so good.

But...it had felt right. She took a deep breath to clear her mind. It still felt right. That was all the assurance that she needed for the moment.

As she turned in her bed, she remembered the raspy voice in which Loki had wished her a good morning.

The close proximity, the husky, sleep-laden voice, the sudden change in the air - everything made blood rush to her cheeks and ears. Loki had sleepily chuckled at her flushed state, though he was only slightly better than her in hiding his own flustered state.

Ever since, not a single day had passed when the two of them hadn’t thanked the stars.

She used to think that she loved Loki’s friendship more than anything. She was happy to be proven wrong when she experienced Loki’s courtship.

A different flower everyday, sometimes inside her room, laid carefully near her door, sometimes on her bedside table, and on some mornings, beside her pillow.

She was used to going out with her best friend Loki, but going out with her boyfriend Loki was an experience on a whole new level. Light brushes of the fingers, sometimes an arm around her shoulder, intertwining of fingers, occasional brushes of his lips on her temple, and not-very-occasional blushes that tinted both their skins.

Every day, before parting for the day, she was blessed with bear hugs from him - something that she had never expected him to be fond of.

It was the best time of her life! Almost every doubt that she had about this relationship not working out had evaporated long ago. It was - she dared to say - perfect!

Except for one small hiccup: they had to keep everything off the radar.

For one, they were still testing the waters. No matter how happy and confident they were with one another, their newfound relationship was still at its infancy, and they didn’t want to declare anything to the rest of the team right away.

Second, everybody in the compound had been teasing both (Y/N) and Loki about “getting a room” for a long time. They didn’t want to give them the satisfaction of knowing that they were finally correct. Well, figuratively.

Unfortunately, the team did not know that they had already confessed their feelings to each other. And so, they were desperate to make the love birds see the truth of their emotions. The Avengers, tough and stubborn as they were, never gave up. And Loki and (Y/N) simply decided to play along.

For instance, around a month and a half ago, Tony had thrown one of his usual parties at the compound, and had brought a line of apparent suitors for (Y/N) and a host of gorgeous ladies and lads to introduce to Loki.

Though the new couple was initially confused at the unbridled attention, they eventually understood what was going on: Tony Stark had decided to use the age-old recipe of jealousy to crack either one or both of them.

It was fun, they both admitted later, to dance to the tune, and give the host a frowning face when he realised that neither were biting the bait. Instead, both seemed to be enjoying themselves flirting or dancing with their respective “baits”.

What escaped the eagle eyes of the team were the furtive looks that both (Y/N) and Loki threw at each other from time to time. It wasn’t easy to masquerade those longing glances with playful teases that two friends might share. But they had to.

Late into the night, after the party was over, Loki teleported into (Y/N)’s room. The security cameras were still a threat to their little secret.

“Hello beautiful!” Loki purred when she didn’t turn all her attention towards him as she usually did, but kept herself apparently busy in making the bed.

“Is this my consolation prize for all your flirting this evening?” She tried to keep it casual but her displeasure seeped into her tone.

“Ooh, someone sounds jealous,” he drawled.

“Speak for yourself, God!”

Loki stepped towards her, and gently caught her hand, putting a pause to her actions.

“Look at me. Please?”

She smiled as she faced him, but he could easily catch the facade.

“I know what you're trying to do. You can’t fool me, (Y/N).”

“And what is it that I’m doing?” She tried to question with the same casualness but her voice kept betraying her.

“You are trying to make it look like it didn’t affect you - me being with all those lovely people. But in reality, you are hurt, even if it is a tiny bit.”

Her smile faltered. Of course, she couldn’t fool the God of Lies!

Closing her eyes, she shook her head, “I don’t know why you’re saying this Loki. I’m perfectly fine! Why would I-”

“You and I understand each other perfectly,” Loki gently cut her off. “Or did you forget that?”

He reminded her of the one line - of the one realisation - that had triggered the tiniest thoughts of them being possibly together, if at all.

Realizing that all doors were closed for her, she tried to turn away from him, only to be stopped by the trickster.

“If it makes you feel any good,” he resumed, “it did burn me a bit, too, to watch you dance and laugh with those clowns.”

At this, she burst into laughter. Loki was glad at the change of mood, and allowed a few happy creases around his eyes as well.

“Is that true,” she asked, “or are you simply trying to make me feel better?”

He shrugged, “What do you think?”

“I’d like to believe that it’s true,” she confessed shyly.

“It is.”

“Well then,” she said after suppressing a wild grin that tried to crack its way through, “I guess that makes us even.”

“Guess so.”

“I’m sorry, Loki,” she sighed, “I lied earlier because I didn’t want to put any kind of pressure on you or anything. I mean...jealousy? That’s the first stage of obsession. And...I don’t want you to think that...”

“Hey,” Loki held both her hands in his, “your feelings for me will never suffocate me. On the contrary, they help me breathe. You have given my life a new purpose. I thought I was happy being your best friend. But this...this is even better. Never think that you’re putting any kind of pressure on me. None of those men or women out there, or anywhere for that matter, can bring me what I feel with you, for you.”

Words seemed insufficient for what she wanted to say. So, she simply nodded, and wrapped her arms around his torso.

“Thank you,” she murmured into his chest.

He chuckled as he ran his hand on her head, “Being jealous actually makes you look cute.”

She unwrapped herself from him just enough to look at his face, “Says the man who just confessed being jealous himself!”

“I never said I don’t look cute,” he shrugged again.

Shaking her head and laughing, she pulled his face down, and placed a warm kiss on his cheek.

“Go now, before I punch that cute face of yours.”

“When you say ‘punch’,” Loki drawled, “do you mean…’kiss every inch of’...?”

Blushing furiously, she pushed him towards the door.

“Shut up, and just go!”

Loki laughed as he wished her a lovely night, and disappeared into his usual green glow.

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But the Avengers were not the ones to give up.

Not many weeks later, Natasha planned an evening at one of her favourite nightclubs. While Steve, Vision and Bucky backed out of the plan, given their previous not-so-delightful interactions with the loudness and the crowd, Thor and Tony were adamant on dragging Loki with them.

“We thought you liked a little fun! Since when did you start wearing grandpa’s knickers?” Tony snorted.

“C’mon, brother, don’t embarrass me,” Thor’s voice boomed in Loki’s room. “(Y/N) has embarrassed me enough. She didn’t want to go either. Said she’d rather sleep than be tormented by the blasted noise.”

She said what? That means she’s going to stay back-

“Wait, what?” Tony turned towards Thor with a perplexed look, “She said that?”

He turned around to face Loki again, “Are you two planning something or have you both become boring?”

No, no, no! They’ll add up…

“I am not boring!” Loki declared. He decided to stay quiet on the other option that Stark had mentioned.

“Well, then join us,” Tony shrugged.

With a dramatic roll of his eyes, Loki agreed.

Needless to say, his eyes went wide when he saw (Y/N) dressed up and ready for the outing when he was expecting her in her pajamas. When she silently questioned him, he immediately realised that he had been tricked.

I have to be more careful.

The team’s plan soon became obvious when, after a few rounds of shots, everyone made a beeline to the dance floor, leaving behind a string of excuses, and Loki and (Y/N) at the bar. Even through the crowd, the duo’s trained eyes could catch glimpses of their teammates shadowing them.

“Do they really think getting drunk will make us confess?” She shouted over the sound of the music.

“I’m a God,” he shouted back. “Midgardian liquor doesn’t affect me anyway.”

“Well, it affects me,” she shrugged and drained another shot down her throat, “and I love it!”

Last one.

She had started feeling dizzy. Getting wasted could be saved for another moment when she wasn’t being spied on.

A few minutes passed in silence as neither was fond of shouting to communicate. (Y/N) bobbed her head to the music while Loki eyed the mass of bodies swaying and moving with the beats.

“Would you-” Loki began but stopped midway.

While her eyes questioned him, he silently slipped from the stool, and came to stand almost behind her.

His hot breath, dipped in a faint whiff of alcohol, hit the shell of her ear as he purred, “Would you like to dance with me?”

She was rendered immobile for a while. A small corner of her mind wondered if Loki knew what he was doing to her.

I bet he knows what he’s doing.

“I’d have loved to!” She drawled. “It’s a shame there isn’t room for a waltz here, and I wouldn’t want a God like you to hop like teeangers in the crowd.”

She felt his chest brush against her back.

“I was actually hoping that you’d be up for that dance,” he pointed at a section of the crowd where bodies were gliding against each other in the most provocative ways.

Her breath hitched again. She didn’t need to turn her head to know that Loki was smirking at his achievement.

But this time, she wouldn’t squeal, she wouldn’t push him away with a timid smile. Diffidence and boldness both tugged at polar ends of her heart until boldness won the war.

Not this time. Two can play the game, darling.

“So, what’s stopping you?” Her lips almost brushed his earlobe as she tilted her head to whisper in his ear.

Where did that come from?!

Loki wasn’t prepared for this.

It was usually him who threw mildly suggestive comments which she pushed away with a shy gesture. He never expected the tables to turn so quickly.

She did not even have enough shots to get drunk yet, he noticed.

“What happened, did the cat get your silver tongue?” She smirked.

“I-I...uh...”

While Loki continued to gape at her, an inkling of panic nudged her chest.

Did I take it too far? He obviously wasn’t ready for this, but…

It all must have been another prank for him, and I…

No!

With a cackle, she sliced the apparent tension in the air. “So, finally got you, ha? Mischief!” She winked.

Turning towards the bartender, she ordered another shot.

Loki’s brain was still trying to decipher her behaviour.

Did she really mean it…? It didn’t look like a joke though…

As she focused on her drink, he thought he saw a flicker of disappointment cross her face, but the incessant dance of light and shadows made her features almost unreadable.

“You should get back to your seat, y’know?” She told him with downcast eyes.

“What?”

“The team might notice and...they might know.”

Did her voice just...tremble?

Loki hated the place: the noise, the dim lights, the secrecy - he hated the way everything seemed to veil her from him.

“I think I’ll go find them.”

Downing another drink, she hopped off her seat, and disappeared in the crowd, leaving Loki to his thoughts.

Once they were back in the compound, Loki went straight to (Y/N)’s room. This time he did not sneak into her room using magic; he knocked on her door. This wasn’t the moment to play a game of cat and mouse. If the entire compound was prying on him, he would gladly allow them to. Well, maybe not gladly.

“Hey! Hi, Loki!”

Her smile was as bright as ever.

Was it all in my mind then?

“Are you alright?” He tried to sound calm but his anxiety turned out to be more stubborn than him.

“Yes, I am. What- Come inside first.”

She stepped aside, allowing him to stride into her room, and flump down on the bed.

“I’m sorry,” he began honestly, “I thought...I thought you were upset. At the club… I thought I saw you...sad? I’m not sure. I just had this feeling that you’re probably not okay, and-”

“Loki,” she held his shoulders and gently hushed him, “I’m fine.”

Her assurance enabled him to breathe normally again.

Caressing his face, she placed a light kiss on his forehead.

“Thank you, Loki! For everything. For caring so much about me.”

“(Y/N),” he held her hand, “are you hiding something? From me?”

He didn’t miss the way she gulped before replying.

“Why would you say that?”

“Look, I’m sorry if I cross the lines sometimes. I know I tease you but those are… I’m sorry if I’ve ever made you uncomfortable or have hurt you.”

“You are an idiot! Do you know that? You’ve never hurt me or made me uncomfortable. Now, get these stupid thoughts out of your little brain, and give me that devilishly charming smile of yours.”

Despite all her compliments, his eyes did not light up as they usually did.

“Are you sure?” He asked her.

“Absolutely!”

“You’ll tell me if you’re upset, won’t you? Promise me.”

He took note of how she licked her lips before nodding.

Something is not right.

“Come here,” he pulled her in his arms, and buried his face in the crook of her neck. “And I’m not an idiot. I am smart.”

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The next few weeks turned out to be more and more challenging as the team was now hell-bent on getting them exposed. What made them so sure of their relationship was still a mystery to the couple.

“Are we that obvious?” (Y/N) asked Loki one day.

“I don’t know,” he shrugged. “It is said that it shows on the faces of those in love. So, I guess...”

The words, coming from him, filled her with warmth. If that be true, and if everyone could see that they were in love only by looking at them, then she’d happily trade their secrecy for more obviousness.

But every time they came close to taking the relationship to the next level, she would find Loki backing away. Every time they had the opportunity to reveal their beautiful secret to the team, he would quickly shield both of them.

Why, Loki? Do you not want us?

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It was a rainy evening when Tony had gathered everyone in the living room. At first (Y/N) thought that it was an urgent meeting for a new mission. But when she knew the actual reason behind it, she couldn’t prevent the snort that escaped her.

“Excuse me?” Tony pointed at her. “You got some problem, princess?”

“Truth or dare? Like, how old are we? Twelve?”

Tony spread his arms as if to silently make a point. “Since when did you start categorizing fun into ages? Ever since you started dating Rock of Ages?”

“Hey!” Loki made a tiny protest at his nickname.

“We are not dating,” (Y/N) deadpanned.

“And there goes my question,” Wanda sighed from across the room.

In response, (Y/N) simply rolled her eyes, and grumbled, “Kids!”

Once the game started, the team wasted no time in getting to the point: (Y/N) and Loki.

The first one to get attacked was Loki.

“No, no truth for you,” Sam chimed in just as Loki sucked in a breath to choose “truth”.

“He’s the God of Lies!” Sam announced, “He can easily slip away with any lie!”

“The bird’s got a point!” Tony agreed, followed by everyone else. “‘Dare’ for you!”

“This is not how it works,” Loki protested.

“Did you play this on Asgard? Thor?”

“No, we had never even heard of it until we came here,” the big brother responded.

“But-”

“Nah-ah!” Tony didn’t let him finish. “This is exactly how it is played. Who wants to give the God of Mischief a mischievous dare?”

(Y/N) wanted to protest; she wanted to tell Tony that he was bending the rules to get to them. But any word of support would further corner them both. All she could do was play along.

“Kiss (Y/N). And you know where I mean.”

Nat’s voice yanked her out of her thoughts. She watched in horror as Loki’s expressions changed from shock to anger while the entire team cheered.

“Nat!” (Y/N) jumped up from her seat, “do you even hear yourself? He’s my best friend! We can’t just...”

“Why not?” Sam questioned with a smirk. “You seemed to be enjoying it when I was asked to kiss Buck. He’s my best buddy.”

“Speak for yourself,” Bucky mumbled.

“C’mon, it’s just a game! Don’t be a spoilsport.”

Steve?? Et tu?

Rubbing her eyes, (Y/N) tried to find a way out of it. She knew well that if Loki kissed her, she’d melt into it. Everything would become obvious.

No, no, no!! This can’t be. They can’t just expose us like this. Loki would be so....

Wait, why isn’t he saying anything?

She opened her eyes to see Loki standing. His expression was unfathomable.

Oh no! Is he going to…

“This is outrageous!” Loki snapped and turned on his heels to walk out of the room.

Oh!

For reasons she did not want to explore then, (Y/N)’s heart dropped several feet. She was expecting a similar reaction from him but wasn’t hoping for it.

Quickly gravitating back to the situation in hand, she stammered an excuse or two for his behaviour, and followed his tracks to check on him.

Once both of them were out of earshot, Tony leaned towards the group, “Did we save it or kill it.”

“Looks like we killed it,” Sam sighed.

“Trust me,” Wanda smiled, “we saved it.”

“Vision? What do you think?”

“I still do not understand why you have to torment them like this. Let them come out when they want to. It’s-”

“Okay!” Tony interrupted him. “Sorry I asked! My bad!”

The door to Loki’s room was half open when (Y/N) arrived. Gingerly, she admitted herself inside.

Loki was standing at the window, with his back towards her. His head was bowed but his hands were curled into fists on both sides of his body.

“Loki?”

The name came out so softly that she couldn’t be sure if he had heard it, given that he did not move at all.

But before she could call him again, he spoke.

“I did not want this to happen,” his voice bore that particular kind of seriousness that usually preceded an unwanted or unhappy revelation.

What?

“I am sorry, (Y/N).” He turned towards her, and she realised in an instant that he wasn’t fooling around.

“What are you talking about, Loki? What did you not want to happen?”

Her chest felt tighter with every passing second.

Please, not what I’m fearing.

“This,” his hand vaguely gestured towards the hallway. “Whatever happened just now. I knew they would come down to this one day. I never wanted-”

“It’s okay,” she interjected. “I did not like that either. Although they meant no harm. It was just for fun… And I understand if you're having second thoughts. This entire thing between us was just something… y’know, a spur of the moment kind of thing. I totally understand if-"

"(Y/N)! Where is this coming from? What are you even talking about?"

She couldn’t make herself look at him, for if she did, he could clearly see the moisture pooling in her eyes. She needed to appear strong.

“Loki, you’ve always been my best friend. And I’ve loved that. You know it. And it’s okay if this new turn in our relationship does not turn out to be something that you had hoped for. It happens. It’s okay-”

“It’s not okay for me,” Loki grasped her hands. “What are you saying? Why? A-are you not happy with me? Have I done something wrong? Did I offend you in any way?”

What is he saying? I thought…

As she looked up at him, a couple of drops ran down her cheeks and on her shirt.

“(Y/N), please tell me. You had promised to tell me anything and everything that upsets you. So, tell me what happened. Why do you speak of our relationship as if it was a mistake?”

“It never was a mistake for me,” she breathed, “I thought you felt...I thought you...”

“What?”

The shaky way in which the question came out of him stung her more than any thought of Loki not wanting this relationship. It was then that she realised how badly she had hurt him.

He never wanted to leave! He always wanted me? Us?

She didn’t know what to say.

“I’m sorry,” she finally managed. “I thought that you...didn’t want...this. Us. I-”

“Why would you even think so? Why would you bear such thoughts when I love you with every fiber of my being?”

Her head snapped up.

“You love me?” Her own voice became shaky.

“Of course, I do,” he gently placed a hand on her cheek, “always have. At first I thought it was a love for friends until that night, when I realised that I wanted to be more than just friends with you.”

More tears fell down her cheek as she rejoiced in the moment. Loki wiped them all, and placed soft kisses on each cheek.

“And all this time, I was afraid that you’re having second thoughts,” she confessed.

“And why is that?”

“Because...”

How do I say that it’s because you haven’t kissed me yet? And ran away from the one moment we had today, albeit in a not-so-comfortable situation?

“Because I haven’t kissed you yet?” Loki asked her.

Her heart beat so violently, she could have sworn that Loki could hear it. Her tongue felt too heavy to speak.

“I didn’t think you were ready,” he admitted. “That is the reason why I did not dance with you in the club either. I was teasing you, yes, but when you responded I was definitely taken aback. I wasn’t sure if it was you or the ambience talking. So…

You have always shied away from any comments that I make, and...I did not want to push anything on you.”

“Oh, Loki!”

She hugged him so hard that even the Asgardian had to take two steps back to balance himself.

“I’m so, so sorry,” she wept into his shirt. “I misunderstood your actions for… I pushed you away. I thought you weren’t ready for this relationship. I’m sorry!”

Tears of both apology and relief flooded her. He tried to sush her as he rocked her slowly from side to side.

After taking a moment to compose herself, she stood straight. Loki looked at her red-eyed, tear-stained face and tutted.

“Doesn’t suit you, darling. Show me your crazy, grinning face.”

With a chuckle, she gave him a funny face-splitting smile, making both of them laugh.

“(Y/N), I didn’t want to kiss you because of a game or under the watchful eyes of that insufferable bunch of imbeciles. But if you will allow me now, I-”

“Just stop being so polite for a change, and kiss me,” she tugged at the collars of his shirt.

Loki didn’t need to be asked twice.

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In the hall, the Avengers were busy speculating the outcome of their little plan, when the couple in discussion walked in. Hand in hand.

“Yes, we had changed our relationship status around six months ago,” (Y/N) announced to a stunned audience.

“And yes, we kissed. Just now. And I hope you know where I mean,” Loki added before dragging his love away towards the elevator.

“What was that?” She whispered as she was being whisked away.

“What?” Loki asked innocently, although his eyes stated otherwise.

“You didn’t need to declare that we just kissed!” She laughed as the doors of the elevator closed.

He shrugged while jabbing at a button. “They wanted us to kiss anyway. So, I gave them the satisfaction of knowledge. Besides, they need to know who you belong to now.”

“Aha! Possessive?”

“No! I also made it clear who I belong to now.”

He smiled as the doors opened to the hallway that led to his room. And once again, his words had rendered her speechless.

Silver tongue!

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