#the bottle is almost empty though :/ pancake breakfasts :/

[blossoms-phan]

while we’re here i have this thought every time i watch it but i can’t believe they have some artisanal looking olive oil and milk in a glass bottle and phil’s “maple syrup” he adds to the dough is like some aunt jemima type shit

[lindisworld]

Close || Matt Murdock x Reader

Summary - Soulmate Au! In which [Name] has Daredevil as a soulmate and Matt unwillingly wants [Name] in his life. However Fate does its job and always brings them together.

Chapter four.

Fresh smell of pancakes and bacon roamed the apartment, making its way into Karen’s nose. It took a few minutes for Karen to open her eyes, a throbbing headache following behind. She lets out a yawn, her hands rubbing her eyes. Karen felt a bit more relaxed and well rested than ever before, almost like she had an 8 hour sleep like every human should be getting. Instead of 5-6 hours per usual. Maybe less.

“I’m glad the smell of breakfast woke you up before I had to start hitting pans together to wake you up.” [Name] spoke from the kitchen as she flipped pancakes. 

“I’m glad you didn’t, what time is it?” Karen asks in a sleepy voice. She sat up and turned the direction of where [Name] was. “It’s 12 pm, technically we’re having brunch.” [Name] responds.

 “[Name]! I’m late to work!” Karen shot up from her spot, her sleepiness wearing away. “You could’ve woken me up.” Karen fumbled around the couch to find her phone, knowing Foggy would spam her with a large amount of messages and calls, only to find her phone on the kitchen table where [Name] was. 

“Karen, slow down. It’s alright, I answered the phone when Foggy called the first time.” [Name] reassured her, “I let him know you’ll be in late.” [Name] had woken up around 9,  she attempted several times to wake Karen up, she knew how serious Karen took her job from what she learned last night. Though her attempts failed as the blonde shushed her and continued her sleep like nothing. 

“I laid down an outfit for you in my room that I think you’d wear, there’s also an extra toothbrush and clean towel if you’d want to shower after breakfast.” [Name] said, gesturing Karen to come over to the kitchen at table where she brought empty two plates for each of them. 

“Alright so there’s bacon, pancakes, toast, and oatmeal. Grab whatever you like.” [Name] states, grabbing a handful of bacon, a side of pancakes and oatmeal, setting them on her plate. “You probably want this too.” A bottle of ibuprofen was placed in front of Karen. She pops the bottle open, letting two pills fall onto her palm before swallowing it. A gulp of orange juice soon follows, allowing the pills to go down with ease. 

“Maybe we shouldn’t have drank so much on a work day.” Karen mumbled and placed a couple of pancakes, bacon and a piece of toast on her plate. 

“I’m the owner of my business, there’s no need for me to go to work while hungover. I’m definitely taking a personal day.” [Name] states, munching on her food. 

“[Name], you should come to work with me.” Karen suggested.

“Perhaps I should, there’s nothing to do. You should fill me in on the case you’re working on, The Punisher. Seems interesting.” [Name] responds. Karen was a bit weary about letting [Name] know about The Punisher. It’s one thing hearing the information that’s out in the open, but it’s another thing knowing the reality of it and the truth. 

“You think the boys will appreciate if I brought them breakfast for lunch?” [Name] asks, grabbing a couple of containers to fit the rest of the food they couldn’t finish. “No, they would definitely appreciate it, especially Foggy.” Karen laughs. 

“I’ll take a quick shower and then we can head out, [Name].” Karen added and finished the remaining last piece of her food before she headed to the bathroom.

“Thank you so much for the food, [Name]! Here, I thought I would die out of starvation, that’d be a terrible way to go.” Foggy said, graciously grabbing the food containers from [Name]’s hand. Not even a second goes by, a pancake is already in his mouth.

”It smells very delicious, [Name]. Thank you for the food,” A pair of red lenses were looking at her direction, a smile plastered on Matt’s face. He opened the food container, the smell of pancakes and bacon filling the air around him. He couldn’t help but realize they were organic ingredients. 

“You’re welcome boys, if you don’t mind me I’ll be with Karen today. By the end of the day, I might be ready to become a lawyer.”

“We’ll gladly see to it, [Name].” Matt said.  

”I hope you go to school like we did, can’t skip out on those college years and bar exam.” Foggy laughed, “after that, you’ll be part of Nelson and Murdock in seven years.” 

“By then, we’ll have a bigger law firm and hopefully enough money to sustain the bills. You’ll get paid in money instead of home cooked meals, chickens or desserts.” Matt added.

“I’ll let you know what my plan is by the end of the day. Enjoy your meal guys.” [Name] said before following Karen to a nearby desk. She couldn’t help but notice tons of papers were piled on top of each other. She spotted an x-ray of a skull tucked behind a file. [Name] reached over and grabbed it, making sure the papers on top didn’t fall.

Upon further investigation, her eyes were drawn to the corner of the human skull - a missing fragment creating a gap in its structure. Her fingers traced over the surface of the picture. 

“Karen, what happened to this person?”  The question made her freeze up, Karen didn’t want to bring [Name] into the equation of who the Punisher is and how deep the story goes. Karen opened up her mouth but was interrupted by Matt. 

“He’s the Punisher.” Matt said as he walked a close proximity to where [Name] was, he couldn’t help but smell the delicate fragrance that surrounded her. It wasn’t a strong smell, it was gentle and sweet to his senses. It was soothing in a way, calming his nerves. Almost like he was in a trance. Matt cleared his throat before taking it a step back, realizing how close he gotten. 

“He was shot in the head but he miraculously survived. I don’t think we have any more leads or information about him except for a name. Karen can tell you more about how we took Fisk down, that’s more interesting.” Matt lies, switching the topic to Fisk. 

“Oh, yes. Of course! Come take a seat, I’ll grab the files.” Karen said and walked into the next office to grab another caseload of papers. She sets it down on the desk with a loud thud. 

“Let’s begin.” Karen says and sits down next to her. Hours passed, it felt like the papers were endless. It was one thing after another. Murder after murder. 

a/n: i halfassed this chapter, swear it’ll get better

[regenderate-fic]

When I Run Away (You're Who I Run To): Chapter 27

main post read on ao3

Word Count (Chapter): 2,755

NOTES: ohhh my god i'm almost caught up to myself in my writing. i don't have that much left to write though, like the end of chapter 29 and then probably a chapter 30 and mayyyybe an epilogue. i was hoping this would be over 100k just for the bragging rights but it looks like it's going to come in closer to 90k.

Yaz woke up slowly. Her head felt heavy from crying the night before, but the heaviness was counteracted by an overwhelming sense of safety and warmth. She was still tired, of course—a week like that wouldn’t fall off her immediately. But she felt better than she’d expected, after her crash the night before. 

She opened her eyes. Rose was sitting up next to her, her phone in one hand, her other hand resting on the top of Yaz’s head. When she glanced down, she could see Penny’s hand at her waist, stark white against the navy blue T-shirt she was wearing. She lifted her head, and Rose glanced down at her. 

“Finally,” she said. “I thought you were supposed to be the early bird.”

Yaz stretched, careful to keep from disturbing Penny’s arm. “I think I get to sleep in once in a while,” she said. “What time is it?”

Rose glanced at her phone. “8:36.”

“Still early,” Yaz said.

“This job is ruining my image,” Rose groaned. “Used to wake up at ten or eleven.”

Yaz rolled her eyes. “Yeah, ten years ago. And didn’t you used to work evening shifts?”

“Still.” Rose stretched her legs, then swung them over the side of the bed. “You want pancakes if I make them?”

“Okay.” Yaz reached for one of her hands and brought it to her lips, smiling as she kissed Rose’s palm. “Thanks.”

Rose tugged her hand away and went for the door.

Fifteen minutes later, Yaz pulled herself out of bed. Penny was still fast asleep, borderline snoring; Yaz tucked the covers closer around her before she left the room. Rose was in the kitchen, cooking, and Yaz went to sit at the table, slumping over to rest her chin on her elbows. She could hear the pancakes sizzling on the griddle, and the smell of her favorite turkey sausage filled the air. She still felt heavy, but the lingering feelings of worry and sadness and unbearable nostalgia were slowly leaching away. 

Just as Rose was finishing the first round of pancakes, Ace came into the room, wearing a T-shirt and baggy basketball shorts. She slumped over at the table, a near-perfect mirror of Yaz. 

“What's the smell?” she asked. 

“It's pancakes.” Rose was bringing a heaping plate to the table— she set it down, and then she went back into the kitchen to bring out a stack of empty plates and a fistful of silverware.

“Hang on,” Ace said, looking around the room. “Where’s the professor?”

Yaz glanced towards Rose’s bedroom door. “She’s still asleep.”

Ace’s eyes widened. “In there? How do you all fit?”

“It’s not so hard,” Rose said. 

“Bit of a squeeze,” Yaz said. “Easier than making up the sofa.”

“Suppose so.” Ace shrugged. “If you’re that comfortable with each other.”

Yaz felt her cheeks getting warm. “Oi, eat your breakfast.”

Rose went back into the kitchen and returned with a plate of sausages in one hand and a stack of cups in the other, the bottle of orange juice tucked under her arm and a bottle of maple syrup hanging off her little finger. 

They were halfway through the meal when the door to Rose’s room opened and Penny appeared, blinking in the light, her hair sticking out everywhere. 

“Hey,” Rose said. “Pancakes?”

Penny squinted at the table. “Oh! Okay.” She made her way over to the table and pulled a plate towards herself. She filled a cup with orange juice, then shook in a good amount of salt— Yaz took it in stride, but Ace was staring— before pulling out her pill bottle and using the salted juice to chase down the capsule. 

“I’ll never understand how you can drink stuff like that,” Rose said, wrinkling her nose. 

“It’s good for me!” Penny insisted. 

“I’ll take my salt and juice separate, thanks.”

Penny shrugged. “To each their own.” She set down a sausage link in the middle of a pancake and rolled the pancake around it. Reaching across the table, she grabbed the maple syrup, poured a bit onto her plate, and dipped the pancake-and-sausage in it before stuffing half of it into her mouth. “Good pancakes.”

“Thanks.” Rose grinned. “It’s my signature recipe.”

“That you got off the back of a box mix,” Yaz added.

“That’s not true,” Rose said. “There’s two more eggs in there than the mix suggests. And vanilla. And cinnamon, and nutmeg.”

“All right,” Yaz conceded. “You’re a pancake genius.”

Rose beamed.

Once their plates were clean and the leftover pancakes had been stored in the fridge, it was time to get Penny back home. It was the sort of thing that probably didn’t actually need Yaz, Rose, and Ace, but no one was willing to back down, and so Penny was flanked on all sides as she crossed the street and climbed the stairs to her flat. It was empty— Donna was working, of course. But Penny didn’t seem to mind. She pulled Yaz and Rose into a three-person hug, squeezing them both against her.

“Thanks for having me along,” she said as she let go. 

“‘Course,” Rose said. 

“Thanks for coming,” Yaz added. “Really.”

Penny gave a strained smile. “You’re sure I wasn’t a nuisance?”

On impulse, Yaz reached for her hand and squeezed it quickly. “Furthest from it.” She dropped Penny’s hand, and Penny’s smile relaxed somewhat.

“Well, you know me,” she said. “Always here to help.”

Yaz, Rose, and Ace made sure that Penny had everything she needed in her flat— suitcase taken to her room, food in the fridge, warm blanket on the sofa. It was only when Penny told them to stop fussing over her, she was fine, that the three of them said their goodbyes and trooped out into the stairwell.

“So,” Ace said, the moment they hit the street. “What’s going on with you two and the professor?”

Yaz glanced at Rose. “Nothing?”

“Are you sure?” Ace was grinning, skipping ever so slightly ahead. “‘Cause I could’ve sworn I saw her coming out of your room this morning.”

“What, you’ve never had a sleepover?” Rose teased. 

Ace tilted her head to the side. “Sure, every once in a while. But I’ve never gone three to a bed. There’s no room.” She stopped at the street corner to wait for the light. “Except, my friends in a throuple will share with each other sometimes. But that’s why I asked to begin with.”

“You don’t have to be in a throuple to share a bed,” Yaz protested. The light turned green, and the three of them started walking again. “Besides, it’s not like any of us take up all that much space.” 

“If you say so,” Ace sang, skipping ahead again. She turned around so she could face Yaz and Rose. “Still. I get to say ‘I knew it’ when the three of you get together properly.”

“Sure,” Yaz sighed. “If that happens, you get to say ‘I knew it.’”

Ace grinned.

But of course, the second they got up the stairs to their flat, Rose tugged Yaz into her room, the tip of her tongue running nervously along her lip rings. 

“Not sure it’s working,” she said.

“What’s not working?” Yaz asked, although she was sure she knew. 

Rose waved a hand. “You know. ‘Not doing anything about it.’ With Penny.”

Yaz sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Ace seems to have a sense for these things.”

“Or else we’re just really, really obvious,” Rose pointed out.

Yaz looked up at her. “Pretty sure that’s worse.”

Rose fell back on the bed, reaching for one of Yaz’s hands as she went. Yaz followed her lead, and then they were lying on their backs, side by side, staring up at the ceiling.

“So what now?” Yaz asked. “Do we talk to her?”

Rose rolled onto her side. “D’you want to talk to her?” 

Yaz hesitated. “I don’t know. What do you even say in that situation?”

“No idea,” Rose said. 

“So maybe we ought to take the time to figure it out,” Yaz said. “Before we say anything.” She rolled to face Rose. “Work out what we even want out of it and everything.”

“Yeah, all right.” Rose’s hand brushed through Yaz’s hair, pushing it off her face. “Hey, d’you want to come see my mum tonight? I told her I was seeing someone and now she wants to meet you.”

Yaz blinked. “Er—sure.”

“Brilliant.” Rose grinned. “I’ll tell her we’re coming.” She sat up and stretched her arms out. “Ugh, I need a shower. Still feel all greasy from the train yesterday.” She dropped a kiss on Yaz’s forehead and slid off the bed. Yaz watched as she gathered her clothes and stepped away from the door.

Yaz rolled onto her stomach with a groan. She was still tired from the trip—if she rested today, she’d be all right to go see Rose’s mum later, but she needed to find something to do so she didn’t go mad with all the thoughts swirling around her head. 

Of course, her usual method when her thoughts got like this was to call Dan and make him talk it through with her. It hit her suddenly that she hadn’t talked to Dan in a while— had she even told him about Rose? She pulled out her phone. Within seconds, Dan’s voice came over the line.

“Yaz! Haven’t heard from you in years.”

Yaz scoffed. “Relax. It’s been, like, a month.”

“You should come by the shop,” Dan said. “Meet our new artist. She’s almost as good as you.”

“Oi, stop with the flattery.” Yaz rolled her eyes. “What are you up to, Scouse?”

“Was taking a walk just now,” he replied. “Almost back to the flat.”

“No, I mean—” Yaz gestured with her hand, even though she knew Dan couldn’t see it. “In general.”

“Oh, nothing interesting,” Dan said. “Drafting some new flash sheets. Might send them to you, see what you think.”

“Sure,” Yaz said. She smiled. “You know I can’t resist a chance to tear you apart.”

Dan groaned. “What about you, Sheffield? Anything interesting?”

“Had the longest week,” Yaz sighed. “Nan had a heart attack. She’s all right, though.”

“Glad of that,” Dan said. “Did you have to go back home?”

“Yeah. Brought Rose with me. And Penny, you remember from the bakery?”

“The baker?” Yaz could practically hear Dan’s frown. “What was she there for?”

“She needed to get out of town. It's sort of a long story.”

“Huh.” Dan was quiet for a long moment; Yaz could almost see him mulling over what she had said. “You've gotten close with her, then.”

“Sort of.” Yaz swallowed. “It's all a bit complicated, really.” She cast about for the right words to explain— but instead she caught a diversion. “Oh, and we've got a kid living with us.”

Dan laughed. “Way to bury the lede, there, Khan.”

“It's no big deal,” Yaz said. “She's one of Penny’s employees. Needed a place to stay, we had room—”

“Not that much room, did you? Thought it was just a two bedroom?”

“It's big enough.” Yaz paused. “I've been sharing Rose’s room.”

“Well, you two are practically joined at the hip already,” Dan joked. “Surprised you were sleeping separately before this.”

Yaz couldn't help her smile. “Er— we're sort of together? Now?” She hesitated. “I mean— you know. Like, dating.”

Dan’s laugh was so loud Yaz had to hold the phone away from her ear. “About time!”

“Shut up!” 

“When did this happen?”

Yaz swallowed. “A couple weeks ago?”

“A couple weeks? And you didn’t tell me?”

“I was busy!” Yaz protested. “Nan in the hospital, remember? And sixteen-year-old in my bedroom? Lots going on!”

“Oh, all right,” Dan said. “Don’t tell me anything, then. Just one of your oldest friends—”

Yaz scoffed. “Oi, I’m telling you now, aren’t I?”

“Too late, Sheffield. Too late.” 

“All right, Scouse. Any big new developments in your life? Even the score a little?”

“Nope,” Dan said. “Can’t get off that easy. You know me, Sheffield. Never anything interesting going on.”

“That’s not true,” Yaz protested. “What about Di?”

“Nothing new!”

Yaz shook her head at the ceiling. “You were only just getting together last we talked. No way nothing’s happened since then.”

“Few more dates. Nothing more. Doesn’t beat ‘had a kid move in with me and started dating my best friend of the last eight years.’ Or ‘my nan had a heart attack.’”

“All right.” Yaz released a long breath. “What if I told you the kid living with me thinks me and my new girlfriend are having a thing with the baker who came with us to see my nan? And she might have a point?”

Dan chortled. “Well, Yaz, you were about due for some drama.”

“Oh, shut up,” Yaz scoffed. 

“I’m serious! How long’s it been since you dated anyone?”

“Oi, did you miss the part where I didn’t realize I was basically dating my best friend for eight years?” Yaz sighed. “Makes it hard to know what to do now, though. It’s a good thing Rose isn’t a total shut-in, or I’d be lost.”

“You’re not a shut-in,” Dan said. “Just lacking in the romance department.”

Yaz smiled. “Not anymore, I’m not.” 

“So what’s the deal with this Penny?” Dan asked. 

“Give me eight years, and I’ll tell you.”

“Oh, no, you’re not getting away with that again.” 

“It’s a long story.” Yaz thought for a moment. “I don’t know. We’ve just gotten closer, is all.”

“Oh, yeah?” There was no mistaking the suggestion in Dan’s tone.

“Not like that. Just—” Yaz took a deep breath. “She makes everything feel more fun. And she really seems to care. About everything. And I like spending time with her, and so does Rose—”

“Well, Sheffield, I knew you didn’t do things by halves. Are you going to talk to her?”

“I don’t know how,” Yaz said. “Rose and I are figuring it out. But—” She swallowed. “It’s sort of new territory. For both of us.”

“Oh, come on, Sheffield. You’ve faced worse than this.”

“Oh, shut up.”

“I’m serious!” Dan insisted. “You’ve got to follow—”

“If you tell me to follow my heart,” Yaz said, “I promise I will show up in your shop and rip you to shreds.” 

“All right, then. I’ll stay quiet.” There was a moment of silence. “So, how’s business?”

They talked for a little while longer, mostly about their respective shops, but Yaz did manage to pry a few details about Dan’s personal life out of him. He told her, begrudgingly, about his few dates with Diane, his volunteer work at the food bank, his attempts at getting to know his next door neighbors. By the time Yaz hung up, she felt just a little bit revitalized; she always forgot what she missed out on, by not calling Dan as often as she meant to. She stretched and stood, making her way into the kitchen.

Rose was sitting at the table, her hair damp around her face. When Yaz came in, she looked up, already smiling.

“Who were you talking to?” she asked. “Dan?” 

Yaz nodded, dropping down into the chair next to her. “You could’ve come in, you know.”

Rose shrugged, her eyes scanning Yaz’s face. “I wasn’t sure. Thought it might be private.”

“Nah.” Yaz tapped her foot against Rose’s. “It’s just Dan. Was catching him up on the last few weeks.”

“Oh, yeah? What did he say?”

“He was incredibly offended that I didn’t tell him about us earlier,” Yaz said. “Not in the least surprised, mind.”

“He does know you,” Rose agreed. 

“And—” Yaz lowered her voice, lest she inadvertently give Ace even further ammunition— “I told him about the thing with Penny.”

Rose grinned. “What did he say about that?”

“Well,” Yaz said, “he tried to tell me to follow my heart, but I nipped that one in the bud pretty quick.”

Rose laughed. “Sounds like you’ve got all the advice you need, then.”

“Yep,” Yaz agreed. “Anything to add?”

“Nope,” Rose said. “Advice is Dan’s job. I'm just here to look pretty.” 

Yaz laughed. “You don't do a bad job of it,” she said, pushing herself up from her chair. “But I think it’s my turn for the shower now.”

Rose stood too. She pulled Yaz into a quick kiss, then said, “D’you want to leave around four to go to Mum’s?”

“Sure. Works for me.” Yaz returned her kiss with a grin.

[rendevousz]

the favourite

avengers x fem!teen!reader

summary: you are the baby avenger and everyone is platonically whipped for you.

genre: fluff, crack

warnings: none, maybe just my inability to write good endings

word count: 3497

note: um second oneshot hope this one's good gaaah

"hey, doll. whatcha' reading?" you glanced up to see bucky, who then plopped down next to you on the couch in the common room. "it's called 'shadow and bone'. it's a novel that's turning into a netflix series in like a month," you smiled at the super soldier, lifting up your book a little to show him the cover. his eyebrows raised at the information, lips tugging into a knowing smirk.

"yes, bucky, i'll watch the series with you." you rolled your eyes playfully at him. ever since he officially became an avenger and moved into the tower with the rest of you, you've been helping him 'get with the times' —as sam likes to call it— just as you did steve a few years prior.

steve had told his best friend that you were the best at stuff like this. after all, you were the youngest avenger. and you had a lot of free time on your hands; having no school since you were pretty much the only one besides vision who could compete with tony's or bruce's intelligence.

so really, school wasn't mandatory for you according to tony. at least, after you had asked him if you could just not attend and he cracked ten seconds after you pulled the puppy dog eyes.

you also had significantly less trainings than the rest of the team. this one wasn't because you were an expert on the field or something —well, you were, but so were the rest of the team but they still had almost daily trainings while you had half the amount they did— this was because you had cap wrapped around your tiny little finger.

and as for the team, they couldn't even be mad about it because if they were in the captain's position, they would probably be the same. everyone just loved you too much.

"do you mind if i turned on the tv?" bucky asked, afraid that you wouldn't want background noise while you were reading but obviously you didn't mind so you shook your head as you continued to read. not long after, you closed your book with a bookmark between the pages you stopped at before shoving in into bucky's hands and running up into your room to quickly grab your blanket.

he watched you run out of the common room in confusion before chuckling when he saw you run back in looking tiny with a huge, fluffy blanket in your arms. you went back to your spot on the couch next to him, spreading the blanket over both your laps, bucky smiling fondly as he watched you fix it before turning to him. "comfy?" you asked and he nodded, giving you back your book as you cuddled up to him. he smiled down at you and wrapped an arm around you while you leaned against his chest.

"what's this? movie night without me?" you two looked up at the owner of the voice and saw sam walking in, making his way to the kitchen, probably to make himself some coffee. "what movie are you guys watching?" he asked, leaning against a pillar to look at the tv, trying to figure out what movie was playing.

"actually, only bucky's watching the movie—it's mean girls, by the way—and i'm just reading my book." you told sam without looking at him, lifting your book up high to show him before lowering it back down to continue reading it.

"barnes, what are you doing watching a movie while y/n is reading? she won't be able to focus with all that background noise, shut it off." sam told him off, now back in the kitchen to make his coffee. you shook your head at the man's antics. "sam, it's fine. i told him it was okay,"

"of course you did, you're too sweet to say no to anyone." he quipped back, now standing nearby, watching the tv too, seemingly interested in the movie playing. you only rolled your eyes playfully at him before going back to the book. after a few minutes of him just standing, bucky spoke up. "just sit down if you want to watch the whole movie, birdbrain."

and sit he did. on your other side, snuggling comfortably under your blanket after putting his now empty mug on the coffee table. this caused bucky to huff as he pulled the other end of the blanket which led to them having a tug-of-war over the blanket, you unfortunately stuck in the middle of it. deciding that it was too distracting to read while squished between two grown men who were also fighting for the blanket, you finally closed your book.

"sam, can you help me put this on the coffee table?" you handed sam your book and he immediately took it, stretching his body forward to place it on the coffee table. with the book out of the way, you could finally settle comfortably and the blanket was now shared between the three of you equally. not long after, your head was back against bucky's chest with his arm around you while your legs were over sam's lap under the blanket, one of his arms resting over it above the blanket. if it had been someone else doing that to sam, they probably would've had their legs chopped off already.

"movie night and you didn't invite me?" you chuckled at the question by the newcomer, tony, finding it funny how sam said almost the exact same prior to him. "you're welcome to join us, tony." you offered kindly, to which he replied with a small chuckle.

"i'm just kidding, cupcake. i came up for a drink and a little snack but that's it, i have stuff to finish down in the lab." you nodded understandingly, turning back to the screen in front of you.

"hey, stark, while you're there can you grab me a bottled water from the fridge?" bucky asked him. "oh yeah can you grab me chips from the snacks cabinet too?" sam added.

"you guys have legs for a reason, get them yourselves, i'm not your maid," tony sassed and you bit back a chuckle. bucky and sam then decided to rock-paper-scissors the situation to decide who had to get up and get the water and chips. bucky ended up losing and he begrudgingly got up and came back quickly with his water and sam's chips.

shortly afterwards, tony approached the three of you on the couch, with a juice box and a small bag of pretzels; your go-to movie snack. "here you go, cupcake." he handed them to you and you accepted them happily, beaming at him while he ruffled your hair.

bucky and sam shared a look of disbelief at tony's actions. "what gives, man? we asked for stuff and you didn't want to do it but y/n gets her stuff without even having to ask for it?" sam complained.

"that's because y/n's my baby. now shut up and let her watch the movie in peace." he scolds before leaving the common room, leaving the two men to huff in annoyance. it soon washed off though when you laughed out loud at a scene and they returned back to normal, loving the sound of your contagious laughter.

when the movie ended, it was already late and you had fallen asleep on an also asleep bucky. sam took a look at you and chuckled. he slowly removed the blanket from over himself and you, gently scooping you up into his arms and taking you back into your room, laying you down on your bed. he noticed the lack of blanket on your bed and remembered the blanket you brought down to the common room. he opened your closet for a spare blanket, retrieving it before covering you with it, tucking you in. "night, kiddo." he whispered, kissing your forehead before leaving the room.

-

next morning came and you groggily stretched, noticing that you were in your room. last you remembered was falling asleep mid movie. you deduced that it was most likely either bucky or sam who carried you back to bed. you went to your closet to grab work out clothes since you had training today, before realising what day today was. wanda's breakfast day. you quickly ran to the bathroom and got ready.

once you were done, you dried your hair and left your room, practically bouncing with excitement when you thought of what wanda probably made for breakfast. the week had been a bad breakfast week since everyone who had so far been tasked breakfast duty, sucked at cooking. the only good cook of the team was wanda, explaining your overexcitement.

before you could get far though, you slammed into a solid body, being caught by your wrists before you could fall. "be careful, lady y/n!" a deep voice spoke and you look up, a large smile on your face before you jumped happily, taking the man into a big hug. "thor! you're back!"

he laughed, returning the hug, you almost disappearing due to his big frame before you let go of each other. "where were you headed to so eagerly?"

"it's wanda's breakfast day, thor! i haven't had a decent breakfast all week because no one in this tower except wanda can cook to save their lives. come on, big guy!" you cheered, trying to get onto his back for him to give you a piggy back to the kitchen but he was too high for you to reach. he watched your attempt in amusement before bending down so you could get on his back. you gratefully got on, lightly patting his back and dramatically pointing ahead of you. "to the kitchen we go!"

when you two arrived in the kitchen, clint and wanda were talking as the latter made breakfast. thor's booming laughter echoed through the room as he zoomed with you on his back, laughing your heart out. "we have arrived to our destination, my lady." clint and wanda turned to you, adoring smiles on their faces when they heard you giggling uncontrollably.

"i thought you had more important things to do that you couldn't even walk 10 feet to grab me a spoon." clint raised his eyebrows at the demigod. "yes but y/n needed a ride so i provided her one." thor gave your hair a ruffle before he left the room, going to do what he initially left the kitchen for before you managed to get him to bring you back there.

"morning, kiddo." clint ruffled your hair right after you just fixed it, causing you to glare at him before fixing it again. "morning," you grumbled, sitting down next to him.

"morning, y/n!" wanda greeted, placing your plate of perfectly made blueberry pancakes with extra blueberries neatly placed on top, butter in the middle of it with maple syrup dripping down. your mouth watered. had it really been that long since you had a good breakfast or was it just because it was wanda's creation? or was it both? "here ya go, bubs. your favourite," she grinned at you, placing your glass of orange juice beside the plate.

"thanks, wands! i love you!" you thanked her, already beginning to dig into your breakfast.

"what the heck? you gave me burnt pancakes and didn't let me have extra blueberries because you said there already were some in the pancakes," clint whined to wanda from beside you, watching you eat happily.

"that's because the extra blueberries were for y/n, she loves them. and about the burnt pancakes...yea i just didn't want to give her burnt ones. look how happy she looks," the two turned to you, looking at your cheeks being filled up, making you look like an adorable squirrel.

"okay, fair point." clint slumped down on his chair, continuing to look at you fondly, like a proud father.

-

after breakfast, you made your way down to the training room where steve, nat and peter were training. when you entered, peter immediately noticed, waving and you from the treadmill with a huge smile on his face. nat, having just flipped steve over her her shoulders, smiled at you. "hey, bub." you smiled back at her and steve who struggled to give you a wave but did it anyways from his position.

"alright, y/n, you can warm up and run 2 miles first before we start." steve says once he had gotten up from his position on the ground. you mocked a salute before walking to the treadmills.

"what?! how is that fair? i'm running 5 miles!" peter exclaimed from beside you just as you started your run. "you're enhanced, peter. if anything, it's unfair for y/n/n. actually, that's right, it is unfair for her. y/n/n, you can go ahead and just do a mile."

peter's jaw dropped at this, his mouth opening and closing like fish out of water. "b–but.."

"get back to work, peter. once you're done, we'll start both your and y/n's training." the boy only huffed in annoyance, focusing back on his run while you smirked, internally cheering in victory.

-

"boy, that was tiring!" you dramatically plopped back onto the mat, limbs spread out as you tried to catch your breath. it had been a gruesome 3 hours of training and you were beat.

"y/n/n, get up. sam, bucky and clint's gotta train soon," nat tells you after steve and peter left and you were still sprawled out on the ground. "but i'm tired!" you whined childishly.

"y/n, if you don't get up, i'm gonna leave you here to be trampled on by the boys when they train." nat nagged, hands on her hips as she made a disapproving face at you.

"no you're not. you're gonna carry me to my room so i can shower and sleep soon." you tell her, eyes already closed as the fatigue washed over you. after a few seconds of silence, you heard her sigh out loud before you felt her crouching down beside you.

"get on my back in five seconds or i'll leave you." she threatened. you quickly opened your eyes, grabbing your small towel and water bottle before getting on nat's back. she mumbled something about you being lucky that she loves you or else she really was going to let sam, bucky and clint trample on you.

"what's wrong with her?" you could hear steve's concerned voice asking nat when you two reached—you assumed— the lobby. you were too tired to keep your eyes open so you left them closed while your arms were around nat's neck.

"nothing," you heard nat reply as she walked you both into the elevator. "kid's just too lazy to get up and walk on her own so she made me carry her." you internally rolled your eyes. she made it seem like she was forced to do it when everyone clearly knew she would do anything when it came to you.

you heard steve chuckle before nat started walking again, probably towards your room. you heard the door open and nat finally let you down, prompting you to open your eyes.

"do you want some food after you shower?" she questioned as you looked through your closet for comfy clothes to change to before ultimately deciding on cow print pyjama pants and an oversized tee you stole from steve.

"i'm good, nat, thanks. i just wanna take a nap." as if on cue, you yawned right after. "okay, bub. you'll have to get up later for dinner and movie night though, okay?" she reminded and left the room after you replied an 'okay' back.

-

when you were woken up a few hours later, it was by an annoying scream and a body bouncing on your bed. "y/n/n, wake up! it's dinner! mr stark ordered your favourite!"

you groaned, putting your pillow over your head to block out peter's annoying voice. "come on, y/n/n wake up! you haven't eaten since breakfast and it's movie night tonight!"

"okay, okay, i'm up. you can shut up now, pete." you grumbled crankily. it was quiet for a few seconds before peter yelled out once again. "wake u–"

he never got to finish though because you kicked him off the bed. "i said i'm up, dude." you then sat up, stretching before getting up to wash up, ignoring peter who was on the floor rubbing the side of his head which hit your lamp when he fell off your bed. he then got up, deciding to tidy your bed up a bit while he waited for you to finish washing up so that you two could go down together.

-

"is that my shirt?" was the first thing you heard when you walked in with peter. the team were all sitting, eating your food from your favourite place. "i uh, maybe?" you answered sheepishly, sitting down next to sam and peter settling down on your other side. "i've been looking for that shirt since forever."

"aw, let her have it, steve! she looks better in it than you do, she looks so adorable!" wanda screeched, absolutely adoring how tiny you looked in cap's enormous shirt. she continued to gush over you, even taking out her phone at one point to snap a picture of you. you chuckled at her antics, proceeding to eat your dinner while the team talked.

after dinner, everyone slowly made their way to the common room for team movie night. you guys collectively agreed to watch 'white chicks' after steve revealed that he hadn't watched it.

you sat down next to bruce, who gave you a tired smile when you smiled at him. he must've been working in the lab all day, you thought. halfway through the movie though, a bathroom break was called by tony. a few took the chance to get up and get snacks while you told bruce you were gonna sit closer to the tv since you couldn't hear properly with sam and bucky squabbling over every little thing they could. you could even hear them arguing in the kitchen at the moment over hot chocolate.

when tony came back, you told the two bickering children in the kitchen that you were starting the movie again. not long after you started, you could hear them still bickering, except now they were closer, probably back in their seats. poor bruce, you thought. you escaped the two but he was still stuck next to them.

meanwhile in the back, sam and bucky were still busy fighting over the hot chocolate. you paid them no mind as you focused on the movie, having not watched it in a hot minute.

"dude, i made this for myself! go make your own hot chocolate!" bucky whisper-yelled, moving his mug away from sam's reach when the latter tried to reach for it. "you took my snack now i'm gonna take your drink so it's fair!" sam countered.

before the two of them could stop it, the steaming hot chocolate spilt. not on the carpet, but onto the doctor whose patience had already been running thin with the two quarrelling next to him for the past hour.

his face slowly turned green, clearly a sign that he was fighting so that the other guy didn't come out. the team stared in horror, preparing for a fight to break out with the big green monster.

you, being the closest to the tv, didn't notice this all happening as you happily watched the movie that you couldn't hear properly for the past hour.

you laughed joyously when your favourite scene came on, trying to control your giggles that were starting to get louder and louder. bruce was currently hunched down, trying to even his breathing. but when he heard your laughter, he immediately looked up at you.

the team panicked, thinking that you could be a target for hulk since you just attracted attention to yourself. they were about to get up to protect you as they looked at bruce apprehensively, when the doctor smiled, the green on his neck slowly, but surely disappearing.

the team looked at each other in confusion and bruce smiled weakly at them. "sorry about that. i'm...i'm gonna move up and sit with y/n." he got up and made his way to you. you smiled when you saw him. "got tired of them too?" you joked and he nodded, making himself comfortable next to you.

you nodded and turned your attention back to the tv. it was clear you were oblivious to whatever just happened and the team couldn't help but chuckle at the situation. you really just unknowingly calmed down the hulk.

the team didn't know if you were aware of how much power you actually held over them. nevertheless, you were their little baby and they were willing to do anything for you.

[adventuresinobx]

Miami - Part 1

Chase Stokes x fem!reader

Summary: Chase has a bit of a problem. He’s been hooking up with this girl in Miami every time he heads there for work - or fun. After another fun night last night, he finds himself feeling quite different this morning.

A/N: This was meant to be a one shot but I got VERY carried away so it’s now a two part thing! Let me know if you want a second part!

Warnings: Smut, smut, smut - a slight daddy kink etc.

You woke up in the morning to the sun streaming through the open window and feeling of warm skin on yours. You could feel your legs tangled up in the crisp white bedsheets of one of your favourite hotels in Miami and the familiar smell of breakfast pancakes through the open window from the hotel kitchen down below.

Wait, skin, what?! You jolted awake, opening your eyes to see Chase lying next to you. Your legs were tangled with his and his hair was tickling your chin, his head buried in your chest. He was breathing slow and steady, his chest gently rising and falling as he enjoyed his deep slumber. His tanned skin contrasted well with the white bed sheets and each of his little inkings were proudly displayed on his arm which was draped over you.

You and Chase had been in this position 100 times before, sometimes you didn’t even bother to stay the night, but on a few occasions, you’d both be too worn out from last night’s activities to bother leaving his room. Chase was always in Miami, visiting once every six to eight weeks, either for work - or for a night out - and without fail, every time he was there, you two would end up hooking up. He’d call you a few days before, ask if you were busy - which you never were and if you were, you’d be clearing your calendar in a few minutes flat - and the two of you would meet that night and hook up.

Last night had been different though. Usually, you two would meet up, get a bottle of wine and fuck until neither of you could go anymore. No guy could make you feel as good as he could, and trust, you’d tried to find one. You’d then leave, or fall asleep on the complete other opposite side of the bed to him, your fronts both facing away from one another and no skin contact whatsoever.

But here you were, tangled between him and the sheets. Last night had been quite different to what you were used to before. Yes, there had been a clash of tongues and teeth and he’d fucked you in three different positions - that wasn’t anything different - but you could have sworn he said those eight letters last night as he emptied inside you and now you couldn’t get it off your mind.

**

“Fuck baby, you’re so good at that,” Chase cooed as you slowly unbuttoned the dressy shirt he was wearing from whatever event he found himself at tonight. One by one, you undid each button, kissing the bare skin you exposed as you went. Once you got down to the last two buttons, and the start of his happy trail, you dragged the tip of your tongue down it as exposed his taut tummy, making sure to finish with a kiss just above his boxers, which were hanging extra low like you loved.

He let out a moan at the contact, desperate to pull his boxers down and let you give him head. But he knew too well not to rush it, you did everything in your own time and whatever the fuck you did, it worked well. Who would want to fuck with a winning formula?

You loved when he wore smart shirts like that and how he would look so good in them, but look even better with them off. You sighed deeply, your hands moving all over his defined chest and tummy, your lips peppering kisses over his skin as you quickly removed the belt and let his smart trousers drop to the floor. There was no need for him to be wearing those right now. As he stepped back towards the bed, he stepped out of his trousers, leaving himself in just boxers. He sat on the bed, anticipating what was coming next, licking his lips at the thought.

You hitched the casual dress up you were wearing and his jaw almost dropped at what you were wearing underneath, a tiny piece of lace separating him from what he wanted the most. The lace travelled all the way to your tummy and it was then he realised that you were wearing a lace bodysuit, just for him. He licked his lips again, leaning forward to tug your dress off so you were just left in that one piece of lace.

“Fuck, you look so good,” he groaned, “Come sit on daddy’s thigh, won’t you?” His eyes moved briefly up to look at your breasts, which were near enough spilling out of your lace top and he bit his lip at the thought. He couldn’t wait to see them bouncing as he pounded into you hard. Rather than answer him in words, you just straddled his thigh, a moan spilling from his lips as he felt you getting wet for him.

“Think these need to be off first,” you said, tugging at the  waistband of his boxers, which he quickly let go of you to pull of himself. The more naked he was, the more thigh was exposed and therefore the more you had to ride.

You groaned as his hands found your hips, leaving bruising and red marks on your skin as he held onto you hard. He had been thinking about you - about this - all day and you were desperate for the relief. You had slept with a few other guys but no one compared to Chase.

You mounted his thigh, dragging your lace covered core over his tense muscles. He had this thing for when you wore lace in bed and every time you met up, he’d let you ride his thigh like this. You were soaking and he could feel it through the barely there material as you dragged yourself over his thigh. Your hands were placed on his tummy, using his body as a way to steady yourself as you rode his thigh best you could. His hands on your hips helped you control the speed and he started tensing his leg muscles too which only added to the sensation.

You threw your head back, your core touching against a particularly hard muscle he had tensed just for you. You were literally soaking his thigh with how wet you were but that made him love it even more and he kept that bruising grip on you, encouraging you to keep moving even when you felt like you needed to pause because you felt overstimulated by it all.

“Keep going, good girl,” he said, his voice so hoarse as he moved one hand off your hip and onto his own cock. He stroked himself a couple of times before he pressed the tip of his cock against your thigh. He loved when you rode him, but he also liked getting himself off on your thighs too and the two of you had done that a handful of times aswell. It was one of his favourites, but everything he did with you was his favourite thing.

As he dragged the tip across your thigh, you couldn’t help but reach out and rub your fingers and thumb over his length. He loved when you touched him, especially when you focused on the tip of his cock. That was his ‘weak spot’ and didn’t he let you know that. You moved your thumb to the tip, but not before pressing a little bit of your wetness onto your thumb so you could tease the tip of his cock just like he loved.

“Feel good does it Chase?” you asked, moans spilling from his lips as you moved your thumb over him so softly and delicately. That feeling, the lack of pressure was driving him wild. He couldn’t speak, his lips pressed together as moan after moan spilt out from his mouth. He wished he could relive this moment forever and ever in his mind; no one made him feel like you did.

“You’re so hard baby,” you teased, “Gonna let me get you off - just like you like.” He was right; there was one very specific way he liked, and you loved it too. He nodded, you moving off his thigh so he could shuffle back on the bed and lie down. You took that moment to rid yourself off the lace you were wearing, him shooting a grumpy look at you as he had wanted to take it off for you.

“There’ll be plenty of times in the future for you to take this off,” you said, flashing him a cheeky smile and he succumbed to what you said, agreeing, as he shuffled back onto the bed. You climbed on top of him, facing away from him and scooting yourself up to hover your core over his face. He darted his tongue out straight away, just to get a quick taste and you nearly keeled over at the feeling. “Wait baby,” you cooed, moving so you were in line with him properly and your lips were hovering over his crotch, ready to help him too.

He loved this position and he gave your ass a firm smack to let you know how much he enjoyed that view. “Let me taste baby,” he said, your hips pushing down a little so he could reach better and within seconds, his tongue was buried deep inside your core. You groaned at the feeling, the vibrations flooding over his cock as you took him into your mouth just like he loved - slowly.

You traced your tongue across every single vein all over his cock, his hips bucking up with every movement. You tried tracing them perfectly, but sometimes, because of how he was running his tongue up and down your slit at the same time too, you found yourself moving off line. Chase didn’t care though, anything felt good to him. You were an expert with your tongue.

You felt him slap your ass again, something you loved, and then his tongue was on your clit, circling around the little bud again and again as you fell apart on top of him. He knew what to do with his tongue, you realised that about 15 minutes into the first time you ever hooked up. And you’d been hooking up for months, probably over a year now, since. He flicked and sucked on the sensitive spot, making your own movements on him sloppier. You tried to keep your tongue running up and down his slit, licking up those little bits of pre-cum. A single bead of cum leaked from the head and you quickly lapped it up, desperate to taste as much as you could.

He was busy tasting you too, moving one of his hands - which had been settled nicely on your hip - to brush his fingers over your core. He slowly pushed one finger in, making you buck your hips down onto him, before adding another and a third almost instantly.

“Good girl,” he said, taking a brief break from his tongue drawing circles on your clit to speak. That was all you needed. As he latched his lips onto your clit again to suck you just where you need him, you came undone. The coil snapped inside you and with no warning, you found yourself cumming for him. You moaned desperately as he moved his mouth over you again and again as you rode out the high.

The sound - and feeling - of you cumming sent him into a spiral too and he was soon shooting hot loads of cum into your mouth for you to swallow. You did exactly as he wanted, swallowing it down and even licking up the remnants from the tip of his cock.

“Fuck,” he growled, making sure to lick you up too. He loved tasting you - he never got enough - and every time that was done; he just wished he could do it again. You crawled off of him, turning your body around so your heads were now close to each other as you leant in for a kiss or two, tasting yourself on him.

“Gonna let me fill you up next baby?” he said, as almost a growl fell from his lips and he pulled you closer to him, his hands tangling into your hair as he deepened the kisses. “I’ve got something planned for us,” he said, his eyes flicking over to the floor where his discarded belt was left from what happened earlier.

“I’m ready,” you said, holding your hands together for him to tie up, “Do your worst.”

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[especially-obsessed]

Daisies (pt. 2)

Summary: having the day away from your abusive relationship, you spend it at the Salvatores. Damon joins you and makes a startling discovery on how truly terrifying your life has been lately.

Word count: 2.7k

Warnings: mentions of abusive relationship, wounds/bruises, self-harm, mentions of depression/anxiety, fluff!!

If you or anyone you know is struggling right now, please reach out to someone, and/or check out this post

Please do not read this if anything mentioned above is a trigger for you !!

**Again, this isn’t extremely graphic but if anything above is a trigger please don’t read this or read at your own risk**

You woke up with a start, shooting upright and taking a deep breath. The room was unfamiliar. It was darker than your room was, and it wasn’t the smell of your bedroom or your bedsheets. The room smelled like mahogany and teakwood. You took a deep breath and curled your hands in the soft blanket around your legs. This helped you slowly slip out of your groggy and panicked state, and . . . Oh. You were in Damon’s bed. Heat rose to your cheeks at the thought.

The room was darker than you remember it being when you came upstairs, and when you looked out the window, the sun was way lower in the sky than it was before. The curtains in the window moved to and fro, aimlessly pushed around by the wind. You looked around the room for a wall clock or an alarm, which of course, Damon didn’t have.

“What the hell, Damon. Vampires don’t just know what time it is constantly!” you grumbled to yourself and slipped out of the bed as quietly as you could.

For whatever reason, you felt completely safe in the Salvatore house but still felt it necessary to keep quiet. It was probably because of your life at home with your boyfriend, but shouldn’t you feel more unsettled with two vampires? And normally, you would be creeping around the house, trying not to make a sound so that you wouldn’t draw attention to yourself. So he wouldn’t notice you. But here? Here, you felt as though you wanted Damon to notice you. He didn’t seem to be bothered by your presence at all, and you genuinely believed him.

You quickly glided down the stairs to the main hallway and were instantly hit with a wave of different smells. And as if on cue, your stomach grumbled and echoed against its empty walls. You knew one thing for sure, you were excited for whatever Damon had made for you.

Nothing could have prepared you for what you walked into. Damon was in the kitchen with a towel slung over his shoulder, dancing. He was standing over the stove flipping pancakes. Next to that, you could tell there was bacon sizzling. Damon danced back and forth, moving his hips side to side and his arms back and forth. In one hand he held a spatula, and in the other, of course, a bottle of bourbon. He raised the bottle of bourbon to his lips and took a long swig. Watching him made you smile. He seemed carefree, like his every changing and drama-filled life was lifted from his shoulders.

Your stomach growled again, and Damon looked up. You noticed his upper body stopped dancing, but his hips were still swaying slightly.

“Dinner’s almost ready, or should I say breakfast?” he smirked, flipping another pancake. He moved over and stirred the bacon. “Table is all set. I’ll bring the food over.” He motioned with the spatula towards the table.

The floorboards creaked as you made your way to the table. There were two plates placed on the table, along with a pitcher of orange juice, a bottle of maple syrup, and a small bowl of fruit. You pulled a chair out and sat down, facing Damon. You watched as he placed a pancake on a plate and placed a couple of blueberries on it. He grabbed a can of whipped cream and smirked as he added it to the pancake. He did the same to another plate then added bacon and eggs to both. He walked over with the plates in his hand and placed it in front of you.

You laughed out loud. He made a vampire face out of blueberries and whipped cream. He pulled out the chair next to you and sat down. He wouldn’t say it, but the pancake designs made him happy too. You could see it on his face. He grabbed the pitcher of orange juice and poured some in a cup for you, then himself. While he did that, you picked off a couple of blueberries from the pancake and popped them into your mouth. You grabbed your fork and picked up a piece of bacon. The flavor was a perfect combination between sweet caramelly and salty.

You looked up at Damon, your eyes connecting. Your plate was already half-eaten, and he had barely touched his. He was watching you, and now it was awkward. You set down your fork and folded your hands in your lap.

“Sorry, I know you can eat,” he said, realizing he was staring. He started to pick at the food on his plate with his fork.

“It’s okay. I get it,” you replied. An awkward silence grew between the two of you. He sighed, and ate a piece of pancake, looking anywhere but at you. You reached over and placed your hand on top of his. “Thank you for this. It means a lot to me.”

Damon looked at you and gave you a soft smile. He nodded and continued to eat his food. You noticed that he didn’t move your hand from his. You gave his hand a squeeze before placing it back in your lap. You ate the rest of the meal in comfortable silence.

After dinner, you helped Damon clean up. In what seemed like a cliché right out of a Hallmark movie, you dried the dishes as Damon washed them. The two of you talked about different things happening in each other's lives, except for, of course, your big issue. Damon talked about the drama between him, Stefan, and Elena. You talked about your upcoming trip with Caroline.

“Where are you guys going?” he asked, rinsing out the pitcher. He handed it to you and picked up a plate.

“I’m not really sure. She said she wanted to go on a road trip to see a bunch of different places. I’m really excited about it. I’ve never really been anywhere other than a couple of national parks in West Virginia,” you replied. Damon handed you the plate he cleaned.

He cleared his throat before asking, “Does Caroline know about-”

“No,” you snapped before he could even finish the sentence. He was looking at you but you couldn’t meet his gaze. “Don’t you think if she knew that everyone would already know about it and would be trying to ‘get me out of the bad situation’?” You focused on wiping down the plate, even though you had already completely dried it off. Damon was still staring at you not saying anything.

Suddenly, his hand was under your chin, gently moving your head and forcing you to look at him. You met his opalescent eyes and could feel your chest tighten up. Your stomach filled with butterflies. He kept his hand where it was and ran his thumb over your lip. You flinched and pulled your head away from his hand.

“Damon . . .” you started, not knowing what to say. You wrapped your arms around your body.

“I know sweetheart, it’s okay,” he said quietly. You concentrated on your breathing, not sure why you were acting up all of a sudden. “Hey, why don’t we go sit down?” he asked, interrupting your train of thought. You nodded your head and followed him as he walked towards the parlor. You kept your head down and watched the pattern of the wood change on the floor.

You chose the couch and sat down. Damon grabbed a blanket that was thrown across the chair and draped it around your shoulders. He sat next to you and let out a deep breath.

“Y/n, look at me,” he said. You looked up at him, unsure of what he was going to do or say. Talking with Damon never made you nervous, but that was before he knew about the hell you’ve been living. “You know I would never hurt you, right?” he asked.

You stared at him blankly. Of course, he would never hurt you. He would never put you in harm's way or let anything within his power hurt you. His question baffled you.

“Of course, Damon. But-”

“We need to talk about this and what I can do to help,” he cut you off. “And under any other circumstance, I wouldn’t do this to you, but I need you to be honest with me.”

Damon reached for your neck where you wore a necklace. A necklace that Matt had given you that contained vervain in it. You pulled away from him but your necklace was off before you could even blink an eye. You looked up at him and he looked into your eyes.

“We’re going to talk and you are going to answer everything honestly. You won’t feel uncomfortable or anxious around me while we talk about this,” he said with no emotion in his voice. He blinked a couple of times and waited for a moment. You knew he compelled you, but you didn’t feel any different. Damon can help, you told yourself.

“What do you want to know?” you asked, turning your body towards him, crossing your legs. You pulled the blanket from your shoulders and draped it around yours and Damon’s laps. He remained quiet for a moment. You imagined he was racking his brain for what questions he wanted to ask you.

“How are you doing?” he asked.

“I’m okay right now. I actually feel really good when I’m here,” you replied, the words pouring from your mouth without your control.

“And how were you before you came over?”

“I was really sad and lonely. I’d even go as far as saying I’m depressed. Hiding your problems from everyone to always be there for them takes out a big toll on a person.”

Damon’s face grew dark, sadness taking over his features. You felt like you were unloading your issues onto him and you didn’t like it.

“Hey, it’s alright,” he said, pulling you out of your own head. He took a deep breath and his face softened. “Y/n, earlier you said that it got bad. How bad did it get?” he asked. Yo noticed the suppressed wince on his face. You wanted to filter your words. You wanted to tell him that it wasn’t that bad. That everything was under control and that Brian only lost his temper once or twice. But before you could stop yourself, words were tumbling out of your mouth.

“Yeah, it got bad. For a while, it didn’t matter what I did, Brain was always just so . . . angry. That’s when I hit my lowest point. I had no control over my life. Everyone else was dealing with some sort of doppelganger drama and dealing with the Mikaelsons. I had no control over my life. That’s when things got bad and I found a way to get a grip on something,” you said, rubbing your hands on your thighs through the blanket. Damon looked down and watched your hands.

“How did you find your control?” he asked, dreading what he thought your answer might be. He watched as you moved the blanket and lifted your shorts up your thigh to reveal red and pink lines cut into your thighs. You never thought you would show anyone what you did to yourself, let alone Damon Salvatore. You trusted him more than anyone but not with something like this. You watched his face, void of emotion as he stared at your thigh. Normally you would be freaking out, waiting for his reaction. Overthinking his reaction until you thought your heart would burst out of your chest.

But you were oddly calm. You were by no means comfortable showing him, but you weren’t anxious about it either. You enjoyed this feeling. It was nice to let your brain settle for a moment. Damon gave you a soft smile and grabbed your hand. He used his other hand to pull the material back down your leg to cover up the marks. He grabbed your other hand in his and squeezed, rubbing his thumbs over the tops of your hands.

“It’s alright, sweetheart, it’s alright. I’m going to help you,” he said softly. He leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. You smiled at his kindness.

“Thank you,” you whispered.

He let go of your hands and grabbed your necklace. He put it back around your neck and was careful not to touch the gem that rested in the middle. He then stood up, and held his hand out to you, which you gladly took. He led you towards the front door and outside.

“First things first, you are never going to see him ever again,” Damon said, the usual tone in his voice returning. “Second, we’re going to work on your control issue. And I will be holding you accountable and making sure that you are safe.” His hand was still holding yours as he led you back around the house. He turned and faced you, walking backward and grabbing your other hand. “And third,” he started, giving you a grin. “I will be showing you just how much you are loved, and making sure that everyone and I mean everyone, appreciates you.” He turned back around and led you further into the backyard.

You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face or the wave of emotions that flooded over you. You knew that Damon really cared and that meant the world to you. You tugged on his hand and stopped walking. Without even thinking, you hugged him. He instantly wrapped his arms around you as you rested your head on his chest. Damon pulled away suddenly, and for a moment you were worried that it was the wrong moment to do that, and it was too much.

Before you realized what was happening, Damon leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. He was gentle and passionate. He slowly slid and hands across your body, finding his way up until they were both resting on your cheeks. He sucked in your lower lip and bit it softly, making you hum in content. The kiss ignited a fire that spread throughout your body, all the way into your bones. You pulled away, taking a deep breath and staring into his unyielding eyes. His blue eyes were like the sea, mild, but unpredictable. His eyes were flawless just like the sky.

You kept your eyes on him, not sure if you needed to say anything. You felt extremely self-conscious in this moment. Compared to Damon, you were so . . .

“I feel loved right now, but I don’t feel that I deserve it,” you said truthfully. The damn compulsion. Damon looked at you as if you spoke to him in a different language. You sighed and looked away from him. He squeezed your hand and started walking, leading you with him.

“There are things that you will never understand about me, and the same goes for me when it comes to you. If there were words to describe what goes on in your head when you feel like this, I’m sure I still wouldn’t understand,” he said. “But I would kiss every inch of your body if I could kiss the pain away.” Damon leaned down and kissed your cheek, causing you to blush.

You noticed right away that the back patio was set up with an old metal table and chairs. The garden surrounding the patio was filled with beautiful flowers, having a delicate and warm color that complemented each other perfectly. There was an archway leading to the patio, covered in a flourishing moonflower vine. A certain flower caught your eye right away, and you let go of Damon’s hand as you rushed towards the edge of the garden. They were Daisies. You knelt down and looked at them closer, admiring the perfect shape and absolute beauty of the flower. You looked up to see Damon smiling at you. He was standing under the arch, the setting sun shining through the vines behind him almost making him glow.

He took a few steps forward and knelt down to pick a daisy. He held out his hand to you again and helped you up. He tucked the daisy behind your ear and rested his hand on your cheek, stroking it with his thumb. “C’mon, let's go find some more Daisies.”

A/N: Thank you so much for reading! This took much longer than I would have liked it to but thank you to everyone that asked for part two and asked to be tagged in it! If you would like to be part of the Damon tag list please send a message to my inbox!

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[dreamescapeswriting]

Night Feeds ~ KSJ [Request]

WORD COUNT:2.2K

PAIRING: Seokjin X Fem!Reader

GENRE: established relationship, family au, angst with a happy ending, fluffy, arguing

a/n: I noticed that I tend to leave my imagines with a bit of an open ending so I’m doing my best to improve on that and make everything tie together. I hope that you enjoy this hunny

"You have no idea Jin! I'm tired, I fell asleep for two minutes!" You cried out as Jin stood in the bathroom staring at you and then down to the bathtub. The water was discoloured from all of the scrubbing he had been doing on your daughter's arm. Bath scourer on the side of the tub along with body scrub, whitening toothpaste and all of the coconut oil you had available. All your daughter had said was that she wanted to be like Uncle Jungkook and then she had "tattoos" all over her arms. Small doodles that she would normally do on paper but on her arms, trying to match with Jungkook who had told her that she could do it when she was old enough. It wasn't as if you could watch her every second of every day, you had a newborn baby in one room, your head was all over the place trying to care for your son and daughter alone. You were exhausted from the night feeds and it wasn't as though Jin was exactly offering to help you with those either. Instead, he would fall back to sleep or go and sleep on the sofa while you were up with your newborn son. It had been that way when you had your first daughter too. You had no idea why you had expected anything different this time around. 

Marriage and family were supposed to be about working together, making sure that each of you was supported but right now. All it felt like was that you were supporting Jin and were left hanging on your own. 

"Do you realize how much worse this could have been? She could have burnt the house down! She could have run away," Jin was yelling at you but never looking up at you. That was the kind of person Jin was, he could yell all he wanted but he knew the moment he would look at you he would stop. Not wanting to see you upset but this was something serious, something he wasn't just going to let slide. 

"But it wasn't, I'm sorry Jin." You whispered as you reached out to touch his shoulder but he nudged you away softly. Reaching for the plug so that he could empty the water out from the tub and begin cleaning up. You didn't want this to be the way you fought, you hardly had fights with one another because you hated them so much.

"It's too late for that Y/n, what if she had seriously hurt herself? What were you thinking?" He questioned sounding a little harsh as he finally turned to look at you. His face was red as he looked at you, your heart sink as you stared back up at him. The guilt was already weighing down on you and now you had Jin looking at you as if you were the worst mother in the entire world. 

"We have a nanny for a reason," He mumbled coming out of the bathroom and heading toward the staircase, frowning you looked at the time. It was almost 11 at night, where could he possibly be going right now? 

"Where are you going?" Your voice cracked as you saw him reaching for his car keys and jacket, while you stared at him. 

"Jin!" You yelled as he opened the door and slammed it behind him as he walked out on you. Not wanting to deal with any of this right now but you weren't going to let him walk out. Not when you were still having a conversation, you weren't going to let him have the easy way out this time. 

"Fuck, sake!" You yelled out in frustration, walking down the stairs when you stepped onto one of the toys belonging to your daughter. It was over as quickly as soon as it happened. As if you had blinked and suddenly ended up on the floor, your ankle throbbing and your head spinning. 

"Mama?" You heard your daughter question as she began to walk around the top floor to see why you were screaming. She'd woken up hearing you and Jin fighting and stayed in her room, she hated the yelling just as much as you did.

"Hey sweetie," You croaked out attempting to get up but your ankle throbbed and sent a jolt of pain through the rest of your leg the second you put weight on it. You hissed looking around for your phone and then back to your daughter, 

"B-Bab, can you get mummy's phone?" You questioned as you pointed into the living room, your little girl rushing down the staircase to get your phone for you. 

"Do you know where your brother is? Go and make sure he's still sleeping for me baby," You ushered her back up the stairs to go and make sure he hadn't woken up through all of this while you called the Nanny. You wanted her to come and watch the kids while you went to the hospital, not telling Jin anything since he was the one to walk out on all of this. 

Sure it was petty but you didn't care, you wanted your kids to be looked after while you went to the hospital. What Jin didn't know wasn't going to kill him.

Jin walked through the door the next morning expecting to find you curled up with the kids but he frowned. The kitchen smelt like fresh pancakes and he could hear your daughter giggling. He'd come home to make sure she got to school on time, he wanted to take her with you. 

"Babe? You're making breakfast?" He called out walking around the corner to see the nanny standing in the kitchen, your daughter eating at the table while your son slept in a bassinet in the room.

"Where's Y/n?" He questioned defensively, seeing the nanny look a little worried. She was under strict instructions from you not to tell Jin where you were. The doctors had asked you to stay in overnight since you'd hit your head a little hard, they just wanted to make sure there was nothing else wrong before they sent you home. 

"She had to go somewhere, I'm watching the kids." She lied, it was an obvious lie so Jin stared at your daughter as she looked up at him. The marks were completely gone from her arms now and she was already up and dressed for school. 

"Mummy fell down, she's not here." Panic rose inside of Jin hearing that you had fallen and weren't there anymore. What did that mean?

"Where is mummy baby?" He questioned, sitting down beside her as the nanny said nothing. She was under instructions not to say anything but it didn't mean that your daughter couldn't tell Jin where you were.

"Hospital, Nanny Nora is going to take us later...Mummy said we should keep it a secret," Nora smiled weakly at Jin and he sighed rolling his head back and rubbing his temples. 

"She told me not to tell you, but she's in the women and children's section, they kept her overnight because of her head." Why wouldn't you want Jin to know? The two of you were married and were supposed to tell each other everything and yet, you hid this? 

"Jin? I told Nora-" You'd tried to speak but Jin shook his head, cutting you off. The moment he'd taken your daughter to school he went home and got ready to come and visit you. Even if you didn't want him there he was going to show up.

"She didn't, our daughter did," Jin said as he pushed the pram over to your bed, your son sleeping soundly in the little pram as you smiled down at him. Reaching your hand down to rub his little cheek with your thumb, he looked so much like Jin, even as a small baby. It was as if looking down a miniature version of your husband.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He sounded hurt but you didn't want to give into that. The whole night you had spent inside you had done nothing but think about your relationship with Jin and the kids. You wanted him to start pulling more weight around with them, taking them out to parks, helping you with the night feeds. It wasn't as if you were the only one that could feed your son, you had pumped enough bottles to make sure there was food for him. 

"Why didn't you tell me where you were going?" You quipped back at him. Jin looked at you and sighed, he'd run back to the dorms. It was where he always went when things got too much to deal with. 

"I went to the dorms," You scoffed a little, you should have known that was where he would have been but why? Why couldn't he have stayed with you and spoken everything out one on one? 

"What was the scoff for?" Jin asked with a little anger behind his voice, staring at you as you shook your head at him. 

"That's where you always go, when night feeds are too much you go to the sofa, when we fight you go to the dorms, you run away from everything." You mumbled looking over at the nurse who was coming in to check on what you were going to be eating for lunch.

"Because night feeds are exhausting, I work all day." He explained while you shook your head at him again. There was no excuse for running away from your family or wife when you need him. 

"You don't think I find them tiring? Laying there feeding our son while his father runs away to sleep?" You snapped a little, too angry to care anymore. Why did Jin think it was acceptable for him to rush off when you had your son together.

"You're his mother, you're supposed to feed him-"

"Don't. I pump milk so we can share the responsibility, this is why I'm so tired and fall asleep around our daughter." Jin could see just how pissed off you were about all of this but he said nothing as he sat there. Your heart breaking as you thought about the words running over in your mind, 

"Do you even care? Do you even want a family anymore?" That had been the one question going through your mind when you were laid in bed all night. Wondering if all of his running away was because he didn't want this lifestyle anymore. 

"What?! No! No, I love you all." Tears built up in his eyes as he thought about you thinking that about him. How could you ever believe something like that when he loved you. Promised himself to you in front of friends and family all of those years ago. 

"Then why do you do it? Why run away? You did the same thing when we had-"

"No, I didn't! I fed her," He yelled out defensively, raising from the chair he was sitting in as you remained calm. You knew the truth, no matter what Jin seemed to believe you remembered everything. It had been you and Jin feeding your daughter most of the time, the other boys helping sometimes too.

"When? Because I seem to remember the night and day feds being me or Jimin." It was like a shock to Jin's system as he thought back on your firstborn. Your daughter who had been the light of your life's after trying for a baby for so long, the first year of her being born you had been living at the dorms. 

"I didn't...I fed her, I-" He stared down at you as you looked up at him, staying calm was how he knew you were telling the truth and he sighed. 

"I've been alone throughout both pregnancies and raising them..." You knew it was going to be hard for him to hear but he had to hear how you felt. Letting out a huge breath as he sat down and thought back on everything, 

"I didn't...I never did help..." He whispered as you sighed, rolling to the side to pick your son up and cradle him in your arms. Even when it came to changing diapers and taking them out he was always busy or rushed off to do something else. Leaving you with all of the responsibility of being a parent.

"Why didn't you say anything before now?" He questioned watching as you rocked your son in your arms, turning to look at Jin who had tears running down his cheeks. 

"What was I supposed to say?" He looked down at your son and shook his head. Never wanting to make you feel like that ever again, that you were alone in all of this. 

"I promise I'll be there more, I'll help out more." He reached across to touch your son's cheek and you smiled weakly. It wasn't just a matter of promising you something it was doing it. Making sure he was staying true to his word and wasn't just going to do it for a couple of weeks before stopping once again.

But he did it, he stuck true to his word. Helping out with both your son and daughter over the years. Making sure he was being the best father and husband that he could ever be. Improving on himself more and more as the years went by, even as you had your third and fourth child with one another. Becoming a big and happy family together.

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[made-ofmemories]

When Life Tears You Asunder, But You’re Not Alone

(Chapter 8/17)

General Warnings/tags: Found family, implied Wayne/Susan in future chapters, Max & Eddie have a sibling like relationship, fluff, hurt/comfort

Chapter specific warnings/tags: Mechanic!Eddie, Very brief mention of Billy, the details about Billy and Billy and Max’s relationship are taken from the book ‘runaway Max’

Word count: 1868

Summary: Billy was a pretty shitty brother, there was no denying it, but Max still finds herself mourning for the sibling relationship they never got to have. With him gone she thinks so are her chances of ever having the big brother figure she’s always wanted. Then in a turn of events that she never saw coming, Eddie Munson waltzes into her life. Or more like, almost runs her over.

Notes: Co-written with the wonderful @ladydorian05 and crossposted on AO3. Updates every Friday.

Series Masterlist

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Eddie almost jumps out of his skin when Max swings the door to the trailer open. He’s standing in the small kitchen with the morning news playing in the background, wearing his navy blue work coveralls and pouring himself a mug of coffee which he almost burns himself with when Max barges in.

“I’m starving, what’s for breakfast?” She asks. Her mom had gone to work early, leaving her to scavenge through the kitchen for breakfast on her own. She hadn’t found much, they were long overdue a trip to the grocery store.

“Jeez, good morning.” He has a hand clutched over his chest, “Seriously, entering like you live here. Harrington needs to teach his kids some manners.” he says before taking a careful sip of coffee and making a face, he forgot to add sugar.

Max ignores him and makes her way to the kitchen which is really just an extension of the living room. Maybe they have some cereal or something, she thinks as she sifts through some of the boxes on one of the countertops.

“Alright, you ready for some pancakes, Eddie?” Wayne's voice echoes from somewhere down the corridor, one of the small benefits that came from the government issued trailer, Wayne got his own small bedroom. No more sleeping on the pullout couch. Despite this being far from a regular occurrence, he doesn’t look surprised when he rounds the corner to see Max rummaging through his kitchen, “Oh, good morning Max.”

“Good Morning, Mr. Munson.” She says with a small smile.

“Oh, so he gets a proper greeting. Seriously, the youths these days.” Eddie continues with his complaining, but his tone is light and full of amusement.

“Did you have breakfast?” Wayne asks and she shakes her head, no, “Want some pancakes?”

“That sounds great, thanks. Do you need some help?”

“Nope, Eddie here is plenty help.”

Eddie groans and makes a show of placing his mug on the counter before opening a cupboard to get the pancake mix. She suspects that he doesn’t actually mind helping out, but it simply wouldn’t be Eddie if everything wasn’t done in the most dramatic fashion possible. Max gives him a small shove as she passes by on her way to the couch for no reason other than to see the scowl she knows will form on his face.

There’s nothing on the tv this early besides the news, Max tries to pay attention to it but quickly finds herself zoning out. The little conversations between Wayne and Eddie happening behind her are much more interesting. As it turns out Eddie is completely hopeless in the kitchen and Max can’t help but think that Wayne would have been better off without his help, it is amusing, however. Wayne is more competent, though he assures her on more than one occasion that he’s no chef. Whatever they come up with she’s sure it’s bound to be better than anything she could have scrounged up on her own in a mostly empty kitchen.

Eddie offers her another scowl when he brings over 2 plates of pancakes and sees her sitting comfortably with a smug smile. He hands her a plate and takes a seat on the opposite side of the couch. Wayne follows a moment later bringing with him a plate of his own and a bottle of syrup which is passed around between the 3 of them.

Wayne sits in the leather armchair next to the couch. They eat in silence for the most part, but Wayne will make light conversation with her every now and again asking about school or winter break.

“Do you and your mom have any plans for Christmas?” Wayne asks, setting his empty plate onto the coffee table in front of him and grabbing his mug of coffee.

“Not really, my moms been working a lot.” She’s used to her mom working long hours, but things have gotten even busier with the festive season approaching. Lately, the only thing Susan has been capable of after arriving home is drinking until she passes out on the couch in front of the tv. They didn’t celebrate thanksgiving and she can’t imagine they’ll celebrate Christmas either,  “I don’t think she’ll really be up to celebrating that much.”

“You’re welcome to join us.” He offers and Eddie looks up with a mouthful of pancake, this seems to be the first he’s hearing of it, “You and your mom. It won’t be much, but there’ll be a hot meal and your mom won’t have to worry about the mess.”

“That would be nice, I’ll let her know. Thank you,” Max nods and shoves the last bite of her own pancakes into her mouth to hide her smile.

Eddie gathers up their plates and the 2 empty mugs once everyone is finished eating and dumps them into the sink which is already starting to overflow with dirty dishes.

“Alright, I gotta go.” He announces, swiping his keys from the coffee table on his way past, “You staying here, Red? or do you want me to drop you off somewhere on my way?”

“I’m coming with you.” She says hopping to her feet and grabbing the jacket she had taken off and slung over the back of the couch earlier, “Bye, Mr. Munson. Thank you for the pancakes.”

“Call me Wayne!”

She’s halfway out the door following Eddie, but she hears him and calls back with, “Bye, Wayne!”

“Why are you so nice to him? It’s weird. All you ever do is bully me and I’m the one who drives you around every damn day.” Eddie complains as they climb into the van, but he doesn’t actually sound annoyed at all.

“Because you’re an asshole.” She says with a bright smile, her voice full of affection even through the harsh words.

He sighs, reversing the van and narrowly missing the mailbox belonging to the neighbors in the process, “Alright, where do you want me to drop you off, shithead?”

“I meant it, I’m going with you.”

“What? You do know I’m heading to work, right?”

“Yeah, I know.”

”Then why would you want to hang around in a mechanic shop all day?”

“I’m bored,” She shrugs, “Christmas is in 2 days, anyone who isn’t at work is busy with family stuff.”

“Even Sinclair?”

“Out of town visiting his uncle.”

Eddie is driving with one hand on the wheel, chewing on the skin around the thumbnail of his other hand, as he tends to do when he’s thinking about something, “Alright fine. You’re lucky my boss is nice.”

“Can we go to the mall after? I need to buy some last minute gifts.”

“We’ll see, Red.”

Eddie’s boss is a plump older gentleman with silver hair and a receding hairline, but he has soft features and a kind face. Eddie introduces him as Mr. Carson and promptly jabs her in the side with his elbow when he notices her trying her hardest to bite back a laugh and snarky comment at the irony.

“Who’s this?” Mr. Carson asks with a warm smile when he sees that Eddie isn’t alone.

“This is my sister, Max.”

Mr. Carson takes the time to show Max around whilst Eddie gets started with his day. He offers her cookies and lets her sit in the cramped little office situated out the back of the garage. Eddie was right, he is nice.

It’s a quiet day, apparently, and there are 2 other members of staff around besides Mr. Carson and Eddie. One looks around Eddie's age, the other is older, maybe around her mom's age. They both offer her some strange looks at first, she doesn’t blame them it’s probably not every day they have some random teenage girl wandering around their workplace. They quickly warm to her when they find out who she is.

She finds Eddie an hour or so later, leaning over the engine of an ‘84 Honda Accord. His hair is pulled back into a low bun and he already has grease smeared across his face.

“Having fun?” He asks without looking up, his voice is strained with concentration.

“Yeah. Mr. Carson gave me cookies.”

“He never gives me cookies.” Eddie pouts, he looks ridiculous and Max laughs, “Hey, can you pass me the socket wrench? It’s the one with-”

“I know what a socket wrench is.”

“Right-” He says sheepishly rubbing at the back of his neck with a grease-stained hand, “sorry.”

They continue like that for a while, Eddie working on the car and Max passing him whatever tool he asks for next. He lets her come over and take a peek at the engine herself, he seems impressed when she’s able to keep up and follows what he’s saying when he explains what had been wrong with it and which parts have been replaced.

“You know your stuff.” Eddie comments, closing the hood of the car.

“Back in our old house, in California, I used to watch Billy working on his car in our garage. Sometimes he’d let me tag along when he went to Kragen auto too.” She explains and she’s surprised to find the memory doesn’t hurt as much as it once did, “He could be fun sometimes.”

That was maybe the worst part about Billy being gone, those memories from California before things really went to shit when Billy would have a good day and she could actually pretend even if just for a few hours that they were friends. It never lasted. Billy was unpredictable, one moment he was explaining to her how to change the oil in the Camaro, and the next he was yelling at her to get out of his face with no warning.

“He had the blue Camaro, right?” Eddie asks, because of course he would have noticed it. Billy drove like even more of a lunatic than Eddie and the Camaro was designed in every way to draw attention to itself, from the sleek exterior to the roar of the engine. It always stood out in the high school parking lot. It saddens her a little to think of it now, sitting abandoned in a scrapyard somewhere.

Max nods, “I drove it once.” She says proudly, “Nearly gave Harrington a heart attack.”

Eddie laughs, “That sounds like a story I want to hear.” One of Eddie’s co-workers rounds the corner and they both turn to look in his direction, “Come on, you can tell me another time.” He says quietly to Max as he moves on to his next job for the day.

Max finds that she enjoys hanging out around the garage. She’s not allowed to touch the cars, but Eddie and his co-workers will set the occasional task for her to complete, whether it’s organizing the tools or looking for a specific part they need. They treat her seriously and she appreciates not having to constantly fight for their respect. At the end of the day, Mr. Carson tells her she’s welcome anytime.

“You trying to steal my job, red?” Eddie teases, reaching over to ruffle her hair before they reach his van and she leaves his side to climb into the passenger seat.

“You bet I am.”

[mysticpetals]

Supermarket runs

Pairing: Jake × mc (Syianne)

Genre: fluff, humor

Words: 2.5k

Summary: Three times Jake ran into Syianne and one time he actually made plans.

Anonymous asked: Hello. If you do still requests, can you do 27 and 40, with Jake and MC from Duskwood from fluff? Sorry I forgot to add that.

Prompts: 27. "Are you blushing?" 40. "Why are you so afraid of loving?"

Notes: here it is! A cute meet up fic with Jake's point of view. I hope you like this one because it's going to be the last thing I'll be posting for a while 😬

Jake had reached his new hideout just a few hours ago.

After evading yet another capture from the government and planting false trails in his wake, he had escaped to a small town, renting an apartment for the time being.

Opening the door to his new house for a few days, he put his cat down, opened his cage and let him explore. Glitch immediately disappeared and Jake put his bags down, sighing tiredly.

He needed to make a quick run to the store nearby, getting some food and other essential items since it was clear that they didn't stock it in the room.

Before he could change his mind, Jake picked up his wallet, locking the door and walked to the store he came across on his way over to the apartment.

It was a medium sized store, probably the one of the few in this small town. Jake browsed the shelves picking up the things he needed along the way. He avoided eye contact with everyone, putting his hood up.

When he was done, he quietly put the few cup noodles and microwaveable dinners on the counter and waited for the cashier to scan his items. Just as he went to pick up the first item, the cashier's phone rang and he glanced at the screen, eyes widening in surprise before his face settled into panic.

"Oh shit, oh shit, I completely forgot," he mumbled to himself frantically and giving Jake an apologetic glance, ran towards the back room.

Well then, it wasn't like he was in any hurry either. He didn't want to go back so soon anyway. He rocked back on his heels, adjusting his mask so that it still covered the lower half of his face and looked around in boredom.

From the backroom, he could hear two voices arguing, one male and other female and just when he thought that maybe it was going to take a while, the cashier ran out of the room, hefting a jacket over his shoulders and looked back.

"I owe you one, Syianne! Thank you so much!"

Jake tilted his head on hearing the familiar name, memories of conversations with his Syianne creeping up.

"You really do, Percy! I better have a three day weekend after this!" The girl shouted back and Jake smiled behind his mask. She even sounded like her.

The cashier yelled back something but he was already out the door to hear properly. The girl came out from the back, wearing her uniform jacket and grumbling about having to do two shifts, but Jake had frozen.

"Sorry about that. My coworker forgot about the date with his girlfriend and had to bolt. Between you and me, she's pretty scary so I'd be running too," she said, already ringing up his few items but Jake couldn't reply. He kept staring at her familiar face, which he had accidentally accessed when going through her chats before.

This was his Syianne.

She glanced at him, probably wondering why he didn't say anything before looking back on the screen. He broke out of his stupor when she told him the total and held up a bag with his items.

His fingers brushed against her and it felt like a lifetime, blood rushing to his cheeks and heart pacing.

"Thank you," he said and got a smile in return.

"You're welcome! Sorry about the delay earlier."

He shook his head rapidly, telling her that it was no trouble and he completely understood. That made her smile widen, her eyes crinkling with happiness.

"Come again soon!"

Oh, he'd be coming back very soon, indeed.

The first thing he did after reaching home was to power on his laptop and search for Syianne's location. Glitch hissed angrily at him for disturbing his slumber atop the chair he was now sitting in but Jake's eyes were fixed on the screen.

The results baffled him, as it showed her living in a completely different country from when he had searched her before, when he had just gotten her number. And then, realisation dawned on him that she might be using a VPN.

He banged his head on the table in frustration but also a little impressed that Syianne had thought of doing something like this to protect her identity.

He was supposed to stay away from all of them, to prevent pulling people into his messes but now one of the most important people in his life literally worked a walk away from his hiding place. He couldn't change places so frequently as it hadn't even been a day and he had to give some time to the police to cool off, before he got on the move again.

He sighed, too wound up to make anything but cup noodles, he got up and went into the kitchen. Glitch trailed behind him, sniping at his heels for his own food and Jake emptied the last can of cat food into Glitch's bowl.

With a jolt, he realised that he would have to go to the supermarket tomorrow again and it brought him equal parts of excitement as well as anxiety at the thought of seeing Syianne again.

———

The next evening, he put the cans of cat food on the counter and was disappointed to find that the guy from yesterday – Percy, if he recalled right – was going to scan his items.

Jake shifted the mask on his face and looked around to see if Syianne was somewhere but to no avail. If Percy noticed him looking around, he didn't say anything. When he grabbed the bag from him, the employee room opened and Syianne came out wearing casual clothes, a bag slung over her shoulder.

"See you tomorrow, Percy!"

She came out from behind the counter and her eyes widened in surprise as they fell on him.

"Oh hi! You're the one from yesterday."

Jake cleared his throat and let out a hesitant, "Y-yeah."

Percy snickered, throwing a knowing look at Jake before turning to Syianne.

"Yeah, see you tomorrow, idiot. Bring some coffee with you." He handed Jake his bag as he scrambled to bring out his wallet to pay and gave him a wide smile.

"Syianne here works the morning shifts." He winked and Jake was mortified to hear the amusement in his voice, knowing that he had been caught.

"I'm not bringing you anything until I get my three-day weekend. Anyway, nice to see you again…." She trailed off when she turned to Jake and his mind went into overdrive as he thought about whether he should tell her his real name or not.

"Phil." He blurted out, "My name's Phil."

She tilted her head, no doubt thinking about that bartender from Duskwood who was currently locked up in jail.

"Funny, I know a guy named Phil. Not from around here though." She glanced at the door giving him a final smile.

"Because all the customers come in the evening." Percy complained and Syianne only rolled her eyes at his antics.

"Well, come by in the morning if you want to chat. It's pretty chill that time."

"Deal with it. Anyway, see you tomorrow." She waved one last time and walked out, Jake's eyes following her figure until she disappeared around the corner.

"She's sweet and a little too trustful. I better not hear any complaints about you from her Phil or I won't hesitate to throw a punch or two." Percy threatened and Jake flushed before muttering a hasty excuse and practically running out of the store.

She actually talked to him today and hearing her voice, her words just made it harder for him to stay away. But it was okay if he didn't tell her who he was, right? She won't be in any danger then, right?

These thoughts chased him as he walked back to his temporary home, almost tripping over Glitch when he entered and found a disgruntled cat, waiting for his food.

———

The next morning, Jake worked in his room, occasionally shooing away Glitch who was determined to get his daily dose of affection.

"Just a minute, Glitch." He muttered, typing rapidly, his eyes scanning the screen with an eerie quickness.

A loud, disgruntled meow from his cat breaks the silence again and Jake heaved a frustrated sigh, pushing his laptop away and glaring at the culprit.

"Fine, you little devil! I'll give you breakfast first."

He walked out of the room, Glitch trailing behind him, purring in appreciation and hopped on to a chair while Jake took out the instant pancake mixture that he had recently bought. And that reminded him of the fact that Syianne was here, so close and whether he should tell her or not.

Making the pancakes in a daze, he put a plate in front of Glitch who immediately started gobbling it up. Jake huffed out a laugh and made his own plate, sitting across from his cat. The syrup was towards Glitch and when he leaned forward to take it, he was met by Glitch's paw swatting at his hand.

"What the hell? You ate already! Let me eat too!"

Glitch's paw rested on the syrup bottle and edged it towards the end of the table.

Jake froze.

"Glitch, no. Give me the syrup."

The bottle shifted a bit more.

"No, Glitch. Stop that."

The cat looked at him and stopped and Jake gave a sigh of relief, only to throw back his head in exasperation at the next moment as the bottle was finally pushed off the table.

"You little devil! I'm going to—"

The cat sprang up and ran into the other room, leaving Jake in the kitchen alone.

"Why is it always me?"

———

After cleaning up the kitchen and eating pancakes without any syrup, Jake found himself in the supermarket once again, embarrassed about being there everyday for the last three or so days.

When he put his items on the counter, including a syrup in a plastic bottle this time, he found himself facing Syianne who gave her an amused look.

"Having a good day, Phil?"

It took a moment for Jake to understand that she was talking to him and he flushed when he met her gaze.

"Not really. My cat decided to be an asshole today."

Syianne laughed and if Jake could have heard it everyday, he would. When she scanned his bandaids, she raised an eyebrow, and Jake gave her a sheepish smile, showing her his poorly wrapped hand.

"Oh no, that looks bad," she said but Jake only shook his head.

"It's better than it looks, I promise. I'm just bad at wrapping things up."

She didn't smile but only looked behind him. Seeing no more customers, she gestured for him to come to her side of the counter. Confused, he did as she asked and understanding dawned on him when he saw her opening the packet of gauze he had just bought.

"Oh, no, no. It's okay. I can do it at home." He rushed but she didn't listen, silently asking for him to hold his hand forward. When he realised that Syianne wasn't going to take no for an answer, he sighed and put his hand forward, face heating up and he regretted forgetting to wear a face mask that day.

"Are you blushing?" She asked teasingly and his flush only worsened.

"I-I'm not used to other people caring for me."

She hummed.

"That must be lonely."

She carefully unwrapped his hand, winching at the sight of blood and cleaned it with antiseptic wipes, before wrapping a bandage around the cut. Her hands were gentle but firm, as if she knew what she was doing and had done it a hundred times before. Jake was suddenly hit with a weird nostalgia, a feeling of wanting to know who she was, how many siblings she had, what her goals were.

He didn't realise when she had stopped, staring at him, as he was looking at her and only after several minutes had passed, did Syianne dropped her hands, letting him know that she was done.

The thought struck him like lightning and he quickly grabbed his bags, muttering another thank you and getting a simple smile in return. Before he knew, he was out on the streets and on the way to his house, his thoughts a raging turmoil.

"Thank you very much." He spoke softly, quietly, overwhelmed by such a gesture from her. He was essentially a stranger and she had still helped him, not knowing who he was.

She didn't know who he was.

What was he doing? Going to see her like that, finding excuses to go to the supermarket in hopes of seeing her? What did he want to accomplish?

He released a shaky sigh, running his hands through his hair, when he reached the place. Glitch, knowing that it wasn't the time for his shenanigans, only gave a welcoming meow from his place on the couch.

Maybe it was time he started searching again.

Jake opened his laptop but the ping from his phone made him look for it, heart quickening when he saw her name on it.

Syianne [5:00 pm]

Hey Jake!

How are you doing? I hope you're safe

I patched up a guy today who came in at work. He had a cat too!

Anyway, I don't know why I'm still writing but I hope you're safe and nobody got to you

Why are you so afraid of loving?

Sorry, insensitive question. Ignore that

Waiting for when you come back

...I'm still looking forward to that date

Jake's lips quirked at her messages, warmed by her concern. She had messaged him everyday ever since he went into hiding again. He hadn't replied then, being busy because of his relocation, but now….

In a bold move, very uncharacteristic for him, he messaged her back.

Jake [5:03 pm]

What if I told you that the guy you patched up was me?

Syianne [5:04 pm]

What?

His name was Phil

Oh

Jake waited as she typed and erased, all of it going on for two minutes before she stopped. Jake had a sudden, terrible feeling that perhaps he had made a mistake but soon enough, she replied.

Syianne [5:06 pm]

You're cute in real life as well <3

Jake laughed, amused by her flirty response and decided that perhaps he'd stay there for a few more days.

Syianne [5:06 pm]

What about that date at the Chinese restaurant you promised me?

Jake [5:07 pm]

Does tomorrow work for you? ;)

[writertitan]

Saturday Cartoons

pairing: levi x reader

word count: 2001

themes: semi-mature content, morning after fluff, some good old-fashioned friends to lovers 

requested by anon

Sunlight peered curiously through Levi’s curtains and caressed your face and your bared shoulders, gently coaxing you out of whatever dream you’d been having, already long forgotten. Though your back is turned to Levi now, you feel his warmth radiating towards you. With a blush, you remember the previous night, how his warmth enveloped you and made you dizzy with pleasure. 

It had been the first night together after prancing around each other idly for months and months, always flirting secretly with glances and touches, never following through. After all, it was a little unwise to sleep with a friend. Nonetheless, you’d been invited along to happy hour with Levi and your little group, laughing into the night with no care for the time. The Friday night happy hours were the best; drinks upon drinks after everyone got off of work, empty complaints about the trials of the day and sometimes the entire week, and no worry about needing to go back the next day to do it all again. 

Last night, however, things were electric in that buzzing bar with Levi and your mutual friends. It was one of the only times that you could stare at him as much as you wanted. Other times, everybody else strived to be inclusive, group conversations forcing you to look between everyone equally. Gawking at Levi would have earned a few jokes, a few jabs at your expense. But as the night wore on, your friends all getting more and more tired, more intoxicated, wrapping themselves into more intimate conversations of pairs of two or sometimes three, you seized the opportunity to melt into a one-on-one conversation with Levi. And, with each drink, the two of you had gotten closer and closer, thighs touching, shoulders brushing, and you were happy. It came as a shock when Levi whispered in your ear that you had to be more discreet so your friends wouldn’t get suspicious, more of a demand than anything. The acknowledgment of where this was headed was a surprise. Usually, the two of you skittered around it, halted the flirting before it became too serious, too solid. Not tonight. He told you to wait until it was time to go, and then you’d catch an Uber together. All you did was nod. 

Now here you were, in his bed, one hand tracing the edges of sunlight on his crisp sheets as you struggled to prepare yourself for the inevitable and awkward morning after. 

Your head throbbed just a tad, only a mini hangover dulling your mind, which you were thankful for. It was nice to be able to enjoy the morning, breathing slowly and evenly as you replayed last night in your mind over and over, your eyes closed as you thought of Levi’s lips, his hands…

His hands. 

Your eyes snapped open when you felt feather-light traces down your spine, fingertips caressing you softly, barely noticeable had you not already been awake. Your face got hot instantly, knowing Levi was awake too, and you contemplated whether you should turn around or not. 

Silly, you thought to yourself, I should turn around.

So you did, your eyes finding Levi’s stormy ones as his hand retreated back to his own bubble of space. He looked a little embarrassed, as though he’d been caught red-handed, but he played it off coolly. 

“Good morning,” you whispered, voice still raspy from sleep. 

“Good morning,” he echoed, eyes unreadable for a moment as he regarded you. Again, your face heated up, not knowing what to do next. Maybe he hadn’t expected you to stay the night? Maybe he’d expected you to leave before he awoke? 

“I had fun last night,” you said, honest as can be. Slowly, you realized it wasn’t as awkward as you’d anticipated. Levi was, after all, still a dear friend to you. Things had just reached a new level. You contemplated for a moment how that would change things going forward. 

Levi didn’t respond, but you smiled brightly upon seeing the small upward curve of his own lips, a rare smile gracing his features. One thing you knew about Levi: he smiled with his eyes. Even if a smile didn’t play on his lips sometimes, you could always see it in his eyes. 

The rare smile on his lips touched the smile in his eyes today. 

A silence wrapped around you again, not awkward but not comfortable, but filled with something you couldn’t quite make out. Unspoken words. 

“There’s...a brunch place across the street,” Levi started, clearly a little uncomfortable, “Are you hungry?” 

As if on cue, your stomach rumbled and you hid your blush by burrowing most of your face into one of his pillows, eyes still on his as you smiled with pure embarrassment. 

“I’ll take that as a yes.” 

“How embarrassing,” you complained, but you laughed as the words tumbled out. You sat up, shyly keeping the sheets wrapped around you. “Let’s go. I think a Bloody Mary will help with my headache.” 

Levi perked up at that, cocking his head to the side. “Hungover?”

“Not quite, but I guess I had enough to make me feel nasty,” you told him, easily slipping into a normal conversation with him. 

“Wait here,” he muttered, and you catch the way he hesitates before throwing the sheets off himself to bare himself to you. Of course you’d seen it all last night, but it was different in the morning, in the muted daylight peeking into his room through his curtains. Bashful, you looked away, also wanting to respect his privacy as he pulled on his boxers. 

While Levi was gone, you scrambled to dress back into your clothes. You hadn’t made it very far, only able to have put on your undergarments and shirt, before he was back with a bottle of water and a bottle of painkillers. The thoughtful gesture made you blush again and you smiled, shy and grateful, as you took them from him.

“Thanks, Levi,” you said, popping two pills into your mouth and chasing them with some water. You were sitting on his bed, legs tangled into the sheets once more for some warmth, and you gazed at him as he also sat back down to join you. “So, when are we headed out?” 

Levi was quiet for a moment, his expression a little thoughtful, but you couldn’t read the other emotion there until he spoke up. 

“I was thinking we could just order in. Eat it here? Maybe just hang out?”

The idea made you perk up, finally picking up on that subtle shift in the atmosphere around you. Of course things weren’t going to be the same after sleeping together, but there had been a part of you that had been so sure that things weren’t going to change too much. Levi was offering to spend more time together and it made your head spin. 

Not just a one night stand. You’d never wanted it to be, but this felt almost surreal. 

You found yourself nodding eagerly before you registered what was happening. 

Levi pulled up the website and let you look through the menu on his phone, not so subtly leaning in close so your cheek pressed against his shoulder as you browsed. Being more or less on the same page, wanting to still spend time together and not disregard last night as a one time thing, had made the energy clear and the awkwardness dissipate. You protested with Levi when he paid for the entire order, offering to give him money, but he scoffed and told you to knock it off. 

Neither of you made a move to leave the bed. Unlike last night, this mood was calm and relaxed, both of you leaning into each other as you sat up against the headboard and gossiped and resumed your conversation from last night while you were still out at the bar. It was so easy with Levi, always. The only difference now was that you still felt nervous to test the waters. You were side by side, shoulders together with one of your legs draped carelessly over his, but could you stroke his arm if you wanted? Could you rest your chin on his shoulder while he talked about his clueless new intern? 

The doorbell rang in the middle of one of your own tangents and you hesitantly pulled away from Levi to follow him to the door. He had pulled on a t-shirt and some sweatpants to go and answer to pick up your breakfast, and you awkwardly swayed in the background just out of eyesight, still clad in just your shirt and underwear. 

As you moved to sit at Levi’s small dining table, he gives you a questioning look and nods to his living room. 

“More comfortable,” was all he said, and you agreed. You sat on his couch and helped him take out your containers of food, watching Levi turn on the TV and immediately flip to the channel still showing Saturday morning cartoons. Your breath can’t help but catch in your throat as you flashed a small smile; you’d mentioned in passing last night that you sometimes liked to watch cartoons on your lazy days. The fact that Levi had remembered made your heart flutter. 

This time, you weren’t going to be so shy and question if something was okay or not. The energy around you both was constantly shifting, ebbing and flowing, but there was no denying it. Though the question hadn’t come up just yet, you felt it now, stronger than ever: this was a new beginning. 

You felt more confident about the way you pressed into his side as Levi smeared jam onto some toast with a plastic knife, and mumbled a thank you when he gave it to you to snack on. He casually lifted his legs to rest on the coffee table, with you mirroring him, and the both of you rested your breakfast on your lap as you watched cartoons. 

Levi, always the ridiculously fast eater, finished way before you did and moved to immediately clean up after himself, but found himself right back at your side moments later. This time, however, his hands were free and you watched him stretch his arms above his head, not-so-subtly moving one behind you on the couch, and then slowly moving down to rest around your shoulders. You leaned into him and offered him a bite of your pancakes, which he was happy to munch on. As if it were the most natural thing in the world. 

Each action got a reaction from you. When he started stroking your arm lightly with his fingers, you rested your head on his shoulder, eyes still on the screen. When you were finished eating and he wordlessly set the container aside without getting up to properly clean up, not wanting to make you feel like anything less than a welcome guest, you were huddling closer into him, practically on his lap. You knew the two of you were feeling the same. Nervous, excited, confused.

Finally, during a commercial, you were building the courage to speak the words into existence. However, Levi beat you to it. 

“Is this okay?” he asked, head tilted down to look at you, still resting on his shoulder. You blinked a few times to regain composure, biting your lip as you looked at him. 

You knew what he meant, of course. Did you want to be here? Did you want to be like this? Was the direction this was going okay with you? 

“More than okay,” you replied in a breathy whisper. Levi physically seemed to relax under you and you couldn’t help the small chuckle that left you. “I’m...really happy. I don’t regret any of it.”

“Me too,” Levi assured you. 

You felt a hand in your hair, threading through it gently, calming you, a silent action to let you know that he was willing to give this a try if you were. 

And you were. 

[justsomeclintasha]

Natasha returns late from her mission. He hears the cupboard opening and the clink of two glasses on the counter. By the time he makes it to the kitchen she’s already poured each of them a shot. He sits across from her at the bar counter and takes his glass. They drink. She throws back three more before he has another. He watches her, not reaching out. He’s patient. She’s not sure how to explain. He can wait. She makes a frustrated noise in her throat and pours another. He sets a hand on her wrist before she can grab the glass and she stops, letting it full on the counter. She sets her hand down and he pulls back.

“I finally beat Steve at chess when you were gone.” She’s grateful he started the conversation. “Guess you are a pretty good teacher after all.” He slides the board across the counter and moves a piece. It clicks on the board. She follows. Click.

“I don’t like cereal.” He knows what she’s doing. Another game they’ve played a hundred times.

“Soda makes me sick.” Click.

“I’ve never read any fairy tales.” Click.

“I love the rain, but hate the fog.”

“I’m afraid I’ll have a nightmare and hurt you.” Click.

“I’m afraid I’ll wake up and you won’t be there.” Click.

“You know how to break me.”

“You know I won’t.” This time he looks up at her, searching her eyes for trust. He finds it. She jumps at the sudden snap in her hand and realizes she broke one of the pieces. She stares at it. “Where did you go just now?”

“Back.” She doesn’t have to elaborate. “I’m here.” She sets the broken pieces on the counter. She’s quiet for a minute. “You know when I was in the program not all of the Widows made it out. Some of them were killed.” He nods. “We were the ones responsible for killing them.” He blinks. She never told him this. “I liked the one girl. Ana. She was nice to me. I had to shoot her. She wasn’t strong enough.”

“How old were you?”

“Eleven.” He swallows. She takes another drink and he can see her hesitate. She’s afraid she’ll scare him away. He reaches across the table for her hand and laces his fingers through hers. “We had to dig their graves. It’s hard to dig a grave.” Another drink. She’s starting to feel the alcohol and it’s welcome. “Sometimes I wish…” she clears her throat. “Once they left us out in the snow. We had to stay together for warmth. Some girls froze to death. I hate the snow now.” Her head is starting to spin as she drinks again. He wants her to put down the bottle but he won’t ask. “Right after we got back from that was the first time the men-” Her stomach turns. Clint grabs the trash can just in time and holds her hair back. He notices she’s only thrown up liquid. There had been nothing in her stomach. She spits into it again. She leans back into her chair and squeezes her eyes shut, as if trying to burn the memory from her skull.

“Come back,” he says gently. She hears him set down the bin and forces her eyes open. He’s watching her, his blue eyes soft and free of judgement. “You with me?” She nods. She realizes she’s exhausted.

“I need to lay down.” He puts the almost empty bottle away and gives her a few minutes to get changed and brush her teeth. When he walks into their room she’s sitting on the edge of the bed. He stops in the doorway, leaning against the frame. “Please come lay with me.”

“Are you sure?” She gives him a look and he obediently slides under the covers next to her, staying on his side of the bed. She immediately curls up into him, her arms wrapped around him and her head against his chest. She sighs, relieved. “This okay?” She nods.

“I like your music even though I tell you it’s terrible.” He smiles, kissing the top of her head.

“I learned how to make pancakes when I realized how much you like them.”

“Watching the sunrise with you never gets old.” Her voice is getting tired. He slowly rubs her back.

“I love you,” he whispers.

“I love you, too.” She falls asleep for a long time, and when she wakes up she can smell breakfast cooking in the kitchen. She’s going to be okay.

[lokifantasies]

Until the End of Time (Loki/Reader)

Loki tries to comfort you as you still struggle with feelings of emptiness.

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Loki ended up having to soundproof Jade's bedroom last night – hearing the chuckles, moans, screams of pleasure, and dirty talk coming through the wall that neither of you ever wanted to be forced to listen to. Once he woke up, however, he dropped the soundproofing so that Jade wouldn't know how loud they were being. This morning began like any other. Loki gets up first – the god needing less sleep than you, and the first thing he does is walk into Mia's room – taking her from her crib and getting her a bottle of breast milk for breakfast. While Loki's still waking up, he sits on the sofa with Mia and watches her feed – both of their eyes heavy and wanting to fall back asleep. However, he knows how hard you've worked to keep Mia on a sleeping and napping schedule. You've finally found the perfect schedule that lets the two-month-old sleep through the night and wake up when her dad does. Loki takes in the sight of his baby girl drinking from the bottle – her little hands reaching up and trying to hold the bottle on her own – Loki chuckling at her determination.

This is how he loves to wake up.

"Good morning," Ainsley's voice calls out from the entrance to the living room. Loki is pulled from his thoughts, looks up, and flashes her a smile.

"Morning," he says with a tired voice. "Why're you up so early?"

Ainsley chuckles and sits on the recliner next to the sofa. "It's nine o'clock," she reminds him. "I'm usually awake when the sun rises – I decided to sleep in with Jade, though." Loki nods and continues to feed his daughter. "We're still on for noon, right?"

"Yes," Loki confirms with a nod.

Ainsley exhales a nervous breath. "Okay...cool. Um, I'll uh, find you then."

Ainsley walks back to Jade's room and quietly closes the door behind her – leaning her head back against the wood and closing her eyes.

"Good morning, babe," Jade says with a yawn while stretching her arms. Ainsley opens her eyes and smiles at Jade – walking back over to the bed and letting Jade wrap her arms around her. Ainsley looks up for a kiss before resting her head on Jade's chest – getting lost in the feeling of Jade's lips on hers. "How'd you sleep?"

"You wore me out last night," Ainsley chuckles – placing a kiss on Jade's still-naked chest.

Jade smiles and kisses Ainsley's head. "Hey, you wore me out too. I think I might be addicted to you already."

"Good," Ainsley smiles up at Jade, "because I plan on being around for a while."

Once everyone wakes up, you make and serve breakfast – fluffy pancakes and scrambled eggs. After eating, everyone goes their separate ways: Jade and Ainsley go to Jade's room, Kaiser and Loki go outside and play in the treehouse, you and Mia play in her little playpen, and Emmy and Ivy play with their dollhouses in their room. Once Mia is worn out, and you put her down for her mid-morning nap, Loki and Kaiser come back in. Once Loki gets your son cleaned up, the almost four-year-old decides he needs a nap as well – his dad has completely worn him out. Loki joins you on the couch and looks to see what you're looking up on your laptop – wondering what's got you so focused.

"A new house?" Loki asks curiously. "Are you wanting to move?"

You slowly nod your head and continue to look at houses for sale. "I think it's time, don't you?" you shrug. "Emmy and Ivy deserve to have their own rooms; I'm sure Jade wants a bigger one, and," you turn to look at Loki, "if we're going to continue growing our family once Jade moves out...then we're going to need more room."

Loki reaches his hand behind your head and pulls you in for a deep kiss – one that has you moaning against his lips. "Okay," he agrees with a smile. "But...I do want to talk about having another kid."

You close the laptop and turn to sit directly across from him – smiling at the feeling of him holding your hands softly. "Shoot," you say – giving the cue for Loki to spill his thoughts.

Loki takes a deep breath in before speaking. "I know that...well, I know what I said about keeping you pregnant, and I...I still want to keep that promise, but...I think we should wait until the twins or Kaiser are on their own – give us more room and time to focus more on the little one that will need us more...demand more of our attention." Loki kisses the back of your hand when he notices that you're becoming sad. "We're immortal, my love," he reminds you. "We literally have all the time in the world."

"I know," you weakly say, "but...Loki...I hate feeling like this...empty and hollow inside."

Loki gives you a sad smile and holds your cheeks in his hands. "I know you do, sweetheart," he sympathizes – placing a kiss on your forehead, "and we'll get through this...I swear to you, but I don't want a baby – that I always make out of love with you – to feel like some sort of band-aid." You repeat his words to yourself – trying to get them to stick. Finally, you nod your head because, deep down, you know he's right. "I promise you that we will grow our family until the end of time, but I think it's important to focus on raising them and helping them to become strong, beautiful, and as successful as they can be in whatever they do in life."

Out of nowhere, you feel arms hugging you from behind.

"I love you, mom," Jade whispers softly in your ear – kissing you on your cheek and wiping away a tear you didn't know escaped.

When Jade finally releases you, Loki softly grabs your chin and pulls your lips to his – smiling as he finally feels your smile against his lips.

"I love you, Y/N," he softly declares – his ocean eyes looking into your soul. "More than you can ever possibly imagine – in every single way possible." Loki looks down for a second and smiles at a thought that crosses his mind. "What do you say we go to Las Vegas next weekend and get married – have some alone time – come back to have a giant ceremony and declare our love for one another in front of everyone we know."

"Um," Jade clears her throat, "does that mean I get to be in charge while you're gone?"

You and Loki laugh – realizing that both of you forgot she was there.

"We'll see," you tell your fifteen-year-old. "Maybe, if you're on your best behavior this week."

Jade smiles and hugs the two of you. "I'll be on my very best behavior," she promises. "By the way, dad, mom has already asked me to be her Maid of Honor, so you'll have to find someone else to be your Best Man."

Loki rolls his eyes and sends Jade on her way – wanting to have a few more moments alone with you before he has to uphold his arrangement with Ainsley. His lips are soft – the feeling of his tongue tangling slowly with yours brings forth a moan from your throat – causing the God of Mischief to chuckle against your mouth.

"I could kiss you all day," you say softly once you pull apart for air – your hands resting on his chest.

Your god smiles at you. "We can kiss as much as we desire for the rest of time."

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Use All of Me (P.5)

Title: Use All Of Me (Part Five) Summary: Fem!Reader x Dark Mob!Steve Rogers. The Avengers are heroes saving the world but in this AU, they are also permitted by the powers in charge to have less than favorable business underneath their guise of mere superheroes. Steve and Tony are at the helm, keeping their empire’s wealth in check, both devious and perilous if crossed. Steve takes a liking to the reader at a party and it may be her undoing to her autonomy choosing to go home with him. Words: 2,889 Warnings: Dark AF, angst, emotional/mental abuse, smut, breeding, death Author’s Notes: This relationship is going to go ~downhill~ from healthy really quick. Please do not read if that is going to offend you.

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You ate in silence at your dining table. Tears still stung at your eyes, no matter how you tried to hold them back. Your mind was racing, trying to still make sense of what had happened. Steve had never been that aggressive with you. Sure, he had been heated outside the club when he had found you flirting with Joseph. But he had not frightened you; he had not become an imposing shadow, stealing away your ability to speak what you felt.

He had not mentioned children more than a handful of times, commenting he wanted them. It had seemed harmless enough; wanting children was a normal ambition for people. But the way he reacted… he was showing a completely different side. Domineering. Maybe that is who he truly was and your defiance to his desire triggered it.

“That going down all right?” Steve questioned, genuine care in his tone, interrupting your thoughts.

“Obviously,” you muttered before you could stop yourself.

Steve stilled for a moment, tossing a scrutinizing look over at you. You ducked your head again, taking another bite. He waited a few moments, still studying you. When he turned away, you felt the tension relax in your frame.

You excused yourself to bed after finishing your soup. It was only 8:30pm but you just wanted to sleep. Steve informed you he was staying the night – not to your surprise.

He came up behind you, his strong arm wrapping around you. You sniffled and he peered over your shoulder. “Hey,” he said gently. His fingers came up underneath your chin, turning your head to look at him. “Oh, doll. I know you’re scared. But I’m right here. I promise.” He was calm, caring just like you knew him to be. And that made the situation even more confusing, more tears overflowing. He leaned down, shushing you quietly, laying soft kisses along the side of your face. “You’re going to be okay. I’m not leaving. Okay?”

You licked your lips and whispered, “Okay.”

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Thankfully, you had Fridays off having a four ten-hour day schedule, so you did not have to suffer the embarrassment of calling in for the fourth day in a row. You did not think it was possible for you to keep yourself together if you had to explain to your boss why you were not coming in.

You slept in past 8:00am. How you had managed to sleep almost twelve hours was surprising but you amounted it to the stress.

When you came out of the bedroom, Steve was standing in the living room, staring out the window, on the phone. You saw there was a plate of pancakes and bacon – that is what had initially roused you from your sleep. You were a little queasy but the carbs might help make you feel better.

Steve heard the floor creak and he tossed you a smile in acknowledgment. “Yes, exactly. On Monday would be perfect. We can get everything packed up over the weekend.” You stilled, your eyes moving to his back. “And how much is that going to be? I can have the money wired or if you need a card the day of, that works too.”

You slowly sat down grabbing an empty plate and taking some of the pancakes slowly, focusing most of your attention on his conversation.

“Uh huh. Yep, that’s the address, correct. Steve Rogers.” He paused and chuckled. “Yes, I am. No. No, it’s not my place. It’s my girlfriend’s. Mhmm.”

You realized you had poured too much syrup on your pancakes, not paying attention. You swore under your breath quickly upturning the bottle to place it back on the table.

“Perfect. Thank you.”

He hung up, turning around to face you. “Oh, good. I made that for you.” He began texting.

“What… who were you talking to?” you asked.

“Moving service.”

“A moving service?”

Steve did not spare you a glance as he continued to type, “Yes. I want you to move in with me. It would make me feel more relaxed having you close.”

“I can’t move in with you.” That caught his attention. You swallowed sharply seeing the look on his face, but you pressed on, pointing out, “It’s too far away from work. That is a long commute for me.”

“You don’t have to worry about that. You quit.”

Astounded at his nonchalant attitude about your career, you protested, “I don’t want to quit, Steve. I can still work. I’m pregnant, not disabled.”

“I’m sure you can,” he responded. “But I don’t want you to. And you don’t have to worry about doing it yourself. I already visited your employer this morning and let her know you wouldn’t be coming back. So, like I said, you quit.”

You felt like the air had been kicked out of you. You thought he had meant that you should quit, not that it had already been done. And done without your consent.

“You did what?” you asked in disbelief after a few moments of staring at him, gaping like a fish.

He stopped typing again and locked eyes with you. He explained slowly, “I went to your employer and explained to her you wouldn’t be coming back in. She understood.”

“She ‘understood’? What did you do?”

Steve narrowed his eyes, his hands dropping a little. He asked tensely, “What is that supposed to mean?”

Holding back an accusation of him being forceful, you instead switched gears to hopefully garner sympathy. “Steve! You… you probably just ruined my chances of getting a job again in this field. Word travels! I can’t just… quit! After being out of the office for three days. It’s not a good look!”

“This is how it was going to end up anyway. It just happened faster than planned.”

“How what was going to end up?”

“You were not going to be working forever. You don’t need to. Not if you’re married to me and we have children together.”

A scoff escaped, “I don’t remember being a part of that conversation. You’re taking everything away from me! And I’m sorry, marriage?”

He stalked over to the table, tossing his phone down. He placed his hands on the back of the char across from you, leaning on it. “Taking away from you? Y/N, I’m giving you everything!”

“How? By forcing me to have a child I am not sure I want? Or using your power to just up and quit my job – especially without my agreement? Making me move in with you – AGAIN, without my agreement? You’re making all these decisions about my life without speaking with me!”

“About our life, Y/N. This isn’t just about you. That’s a very childish way to think about it.” Your mouth fell open at that, him calling you selfish. He pointed at himself, “I am making all the hard decisions because you’re demonstrating to me you only want to take the easy way out. Is that how you solve problems, Y/N? I thought you more mature than that, but I have been proven wrong. It’s frankly disappointing.”

Scornfully, you asked, “Well, if you think me so immature, then why are you insisting we go through with this? I mean, what immature person could take care of a baby?”

“You’ll have help,” Steve said, piqued. “Pepper is giving me recommendations for nannies.” You scoffed again, looking away from him, trying not to cry from your frustration. Steve growled, “You should be grateful. With how loose you have shown yourself to be, it could have been anyone that knocked you up.” You snapped your head back to stare at him, hurt. He shook his head seeing your expression, his eyes cold. “Even after you showed you were all too ready to move on quickly and have another cock between your thighs as if I meant nothing, I forgave you. I had already fallen for you. I couldn’t let you slip away – I won’t let you slip away.” He pointed at you aggressively. “You should be thanking me, not backtalking me. I won’t tolerate it. Not from you. My patience is wearing thin, so drop the damn attitude! You hear me?”

You said nothing, glaring at him, biting your cheeks.

Steve said more forcibly, “Y/N, I expect a damn answer.”

Tightly, you got out through gritted teeth, “I heard you.”

The tension in the room could be cut with a knife.

“Good,” he said tersely. “You should think about what I said. I’m doing this for us.” He stared at you for a few more moments, as if he was waiting for you to retort something. You were past that, knowing it was not going to help you right now. He seemed satisfied with your silence, pushing away from the table and grabbing his phone. “Eat your breakfast.”

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Feet tucked up underneath you on the couch in front of the large fireplace, you texted Natalie.

What do you mean you quit?

Steve insisted I don’t have to work. I’m going to be taken care of.

So, you’re throwing your career away because you got pregnant? You do realize you can have both, correct?

Your instinct was to text back that you knew that, but you were afraid to. Because you were unsure if Steve would ask to see your phone and be irked by what he saw.

I know. Having some time off might be good during this though.

It’s going to be more than a year, Y/N. You’re going to lose a lot of time!

I know. But I’ll be fine. I’ll figure it out.

It had been tense with Steve for the last few days, you feigning sickness more often than usual. You thought he could see through the charade but he did not call you out as a liar. It was going to come to a head at some point; his lust seemed to be insatiable. He had told you as such that he was craving you and could only handle so much time apart.

What you told Natalie was true, you were going to figure it out. It was too much at once. All these thoughts had been rushing through your mind. Was what he said right? It had gotten under your skin. At least in the sense that you were immature? There had to have been many people in your situation faced with this decision and so many sucked it up and grew up. Were you afraid of growing up and being a mother? Steve had taken you to the doctor earlier this morning to check on everything. You were over a month along, which means you had gotten pregnant very quickly.

You sighed, thinking for the umpteenth time that day if being pregnant with Steve was actually the end of the world or if you were making a bigger deal out of it than you needed to.

Bucky strolled into the room and you straightened up, quickly tucking your phone underneath your thigh. He noticed and cocked an eyebrow in curiosity. You gave him what you hoped was an innocent smile. Before, you would have welcomed his company with open arms but now you knew you needed to be guarded with them all. They were Steve’s friend’s, not yours.

“Steve around?” You shook your head. “Hmm, he say when he was gonna be back?”

“No,” you answered quietly.

Bucky was eyeing you and you tried to be calm underneath the scrutiny. You were not doing anything inherently bad texting your friends, but Steve had made it clear he did not want you divulging too much. You were sure the other Avengers were aware of this and agreed with him; their livelihood was at stake if you spoke or knew too much.

Coming over to the couches, Bucky sat close by, leaning back, arms draped over the back of the couch.

“How are you settling in?”

You shrugged, “Fine, enough. I guess.”

“You guess?”

“It happened really fast,” you offered.

Bucky hummed in acknowledgment, nodding. “Seems that’s how it goes most of the time.”

You did not like it moving fast, that was the problem.

“I’ll give you an update after it’s over,” you sighed.

“You sound miserable.”

You just averted your eyes, giving a slight shrug.

“You’ll get used to it, Y/N,” Bucky said reassuringly. “Steve cares a lot for you. And he’s always wanted a family. This is perfect for him, so he’s going to be a little intense. He’ll chill out. Trust me. I’m his best friend and all.”

Being bold, you locked gaze with him and said coolly, “I just wish I had some say in it. It is my body after all if everyone somehow forgot.”

Let him tell Steve that. Maybe it would sink in differently if it came from Bucky.

Bucky instead of looking taken aback, actually looked impressed. “There it is. That fire Steve said you had.” You were unsure if you should take that as a compliment or not. He shifted forward, his elbows resting on his knees. He pierced you with a serious look, “Some advice though… you did give yourself to him the moment you got in bed with him. He’s going to have final say, and as I’m sure you know, he doesn’t like pushback. And I’m sure not especially from you.”

Wasn’t that the truth.

“I would realign that fire to becoming the wonderful mother we all know you can be rather than resisting him. It won’t end well that way. He’s not a man to cross.” He paused before adding, “He’ll give you the stars as long as you do as he asks.”

You were quiet, letting what he said sink in.

Bucky sat in silence was well, watching you closely.

Was this going to just be your life now? Living in this large house, waiting for your child to arrive and then continue staying here, rearing children for Steve? Bucky’s point was clear: you were not leaving here, let alone him, unless Steve gave you permission to.

“I need time,” you said stiffly. “It is a lot to take in.”

“I’m sure. But you are in perfect hands.” He got up from the couch. “I’ll go wait in his study so I don’t continue bothering you.” His gaze flicked to where your cell phone was hidden for a split second.

You nodded in acknowledgment, electing to stay quiet as he walked past you towards the stairs.

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As soon as Bucky was in Steve’s office, he shot him a quick text.

She’s being sneaky about her phone.

It did not take long for Steve to respond.

Don’t worry about it. I’ll see if she says anything I don’t like. She’s being good so far.

Bucky snorted reading the text. “Sneaky bastard,” he muttered.

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A week later, Steve was at it again. He came up behind you in the bathroom mirror, his arms wrapping around you as you dried your face after your face scrub. His hands played with the hem of your short robe.

“Don’t,” you said, pulling away from him.

Steve’s face darkened and he grabbed your wrist, stopping your forward motion. He yanked you back to him and you winced at the tug. His hand came up to grip your other wrist, holding them in between you.

“What did we talk about, Y/N?”

You tried to pull away again and he held fast. You pleaded, “Steve. Please. I just want to sleep.”

“You had all day to sleep. And you’ll have all night after I’m finished,” he told you, pulling you closer. His forehead rested on yours, his eyes closed. “I haven’t seen you all day. But you didn’t leave my mind, baby.”

You swallowed sharply at his intimate confession.

His hands left your wrist, finding the ribbon on your robe instead and undoing it. He pushed the robe from your shoulders, letting it fall to the ground. He hummed in approval seeing the babydoll you were wearing; it was the pink, satin one you had put on when he had brought you home from your first date.

“You look gorgeous,” he murmured.

You gave in, letting his tongue slip past your lips. Steve’s hand ghosted up your thigh underneath your babydoll and in between your thighs. He groaned against your lips, his fingers delving past your folds. His thumb caressed you, working you up, despite your initial disdain about being in his arms.

Steve picked you up, your legs wrapping around his waist. On your back on the bed, he slipped inside you. He did not draw it out, going right for it, panting and groaning above you. Steve always made sure you came before he did, his stamina being superior to yours. He held you close as you tightened around him, your legs quivering. When he came, his head fell beside yours, resting on the pillow. You were pinned beneath his immense weight for a minute before he pushed away from you, hovering overhead.

Steve trailed kisses down your abdomen, causing you to shiver.

“Can’t wait to see you heavy with my baby. You’ll look perfect,” he husked against your skin. “I love you so much.”

He meant it too. He did love you. And that did not bode well for you for whenever you did escape.

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[slipping-through-my-fingertips]

Competitiveness

Summary: Saturday Tourists 

Notes: I had several requests for a continuation of When I Grow Up, this was delightful to fulfill

Ao3

Blaine wakes up to an empty bed. It’s still warm though so Kurt must’ve just gotten up to pee. He stretches before burying his nose into Kurt’s pillow. God, being in New York is the best. 

Almost ten minutes go by before Blaine sits up in bed. His boyfriend still hadn’t returned. 

He puts on some plaid pajama pants and heads to the kitchen. As soon as he opens the curtain, he smells coffee. That makes him walk a little faster, secure in the knowledge that Kurt probably made him a cup too. He smells maple syrup too. Kurt must be on another latte kick, maple lattes in New York on a Saturday morning—life couldn’t be any better. 

Blaine is all excited for lattes that he’s taken aback by the scene in the kitchen. It appears that Sam and Kurt are fighting with frying pans. Whatever is going on has nothing to do with lattes but might possibly involve maple syrup seeing as there’s a bottle of it sitting on the counter. 

“Okay, one more chance,” Kurt says with his competitive smile. 

“All or nothing,” Sam agrees. 

They hold their frying pans out in front of them and quickly lower them and fling a half-done pancake in the air. They’re attempting to catch their respective pancakes they’ve sent flying into the air, Blaine’s jaw drops. Who knew his boyfriend could be so…silly? 

Sam’s pancake lands on the floor and Kurt’s is half in the pan half on himself. 

“Truce?” Sam offers. 

Kurt sets his frying pan aside, “truce, now let’s make some actual blueberry pancakes before everyone else wakes up.” 

“Um too late,” Blaine says, announcing his presence. 

“No, no, you were supposed to sleep in,” Kurt says, “Sam said you didn’t sleep well this week.” 

“How does Sam…never mind…I’m fine, just need some coffee.” 

“You know, Blaine, you’ll be caffeine-dependent soon if you keep this up and that will not help your sleep schedule,” Sam tells him. 

Kurt’s pouring coffee as he says, “that’s true, hon.” 

While their backs are turned, Blaine rolls his eyes. He doesn’t know how much Sam-and-Kurt time he can take this weekend. Hopefully, it’ll get better once the girls get up. Luckily, it doesn’t take long. Blaine barely had a sip of coffee before Santana comes out of her makeshift bedroom. 

Despite all his weekend trips to the loft, Blaine still isn’t used to the laid-back Santana who only makes appearances in the morning. Her hair is unbrushed, no makeup, loose pajamas with holes in the pants from years of wear, and her sleepiness tones down her snark too. 

She quietly pours herself a cup of coffee and takes the chair next to Blaine. 

“How many pancakes?” Kurt asks. 

“Three,” Blaine replies. 

“What kind?” Santana asks. 

“Blueberry,” Sam tells her. 

“My favorite, 3 please,” she says. 

It doesn’t take long before they’re being served their breakfast. Together they calmly eat pancakes and sips their coffee. 

“What’s on the agenda today?” Santana asks, “tourist stuff?” 

“Statue of Liberty!” Sam exclaims, “I wanna go on the boat.” 

“I think it’s a ferry actually,” Blaine says. 

“Still wanna go,” Sam replies. 

He sits down across from Santana with a plate of pancakes and a glass of orange juice. 

“Do you wanna join us, Santana?” Kurt questions, coming to sit with them as well. 

“Maybe, what else you doing?” 

“Times Square! I want to go to the M&M store,” Sam says. 

“Did someone say shopping?” Rachel asks, stretching as she comes into the kitchen. 

“No one said that exactly,” Kurt murmurs to Blaine, who chuckles.

“I’d like to go to Times Square,” Rachel says, “is there coffee left for me?” 

“Yup,” Kurt says, “blueberry pancakes too.” 

“Ooo yum!” 

“I’ll go too,” Santana says. 

They end up going to Ellis Island first.

 Sam requests photos on the ferry there. Some solo, some with Blaine, some with Kurt, and he asked a stranger to take a photo of all three of them. When they arrive at the bottom of the Statue of Liberty, more photos are taken. 

Blaine talks them down from racing up to the top of the torch. It’s a lot of stairs and they have plans later. He doesn’t want to have two whiny companions. 

This morning they agreed to meet the girls in Times Square by the red bleachers. On the way, Kurt and Sam tell Blaine about the improv number they performed there when they were in the city for Nationals. 

“It was awesome, dude!” Sam exclaims. 

Rachel catches his eye by waving aggressively across the street. He attempts to get his boyfriend and Sam’s attention but they are lost in their memories of glee.

Honestly, Blaine can’t blame them. He often finds himself remembering the best moments they had in the choir room, the glances he would make at Kurt, and vice versa. There are plenty of good moments that are still happening but sitting in that room, calming Kurt’s old spot as his own, helps him feel more connected when his boyfriend is a whole state away. 

“Where are we going first?” Rachel asks. 

“M&M, duh!” Blaine and Sam say at the same time. 

Kurt reaches for his hand and the five of them walk towards their first destination. After an exhausting 3 hours in Times Square, they pick up dinner on their way home and settle in the living room arguing over a movie to watch. 

Santana wants to see something they haven’t watched a million times before, Rachel is demanding they pick a musical, Sam keeps suggesting different Star Wars films, and Kurt and Blaine are likely going to start making out halfway through so the rest of the group decided their votes didn’t count. 

Blaine looks over at Kurt, who is insisting he and Blaine should still have a say in the movie choice, and thinks to himself, best weekend ever. 

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Arthur's Day Trip

This is Fluff~ Story after the break.

I also just want to put a big thank you out there for those that looked over this, gave me advice, or just put up with me! <3

Word count: This story is 4,667 words long.

Edit: I suppose I should have added before that there is a bonus at the end for Theo torture. <3 (not actual torture just...)

(March 13th, xx; four in the morning; Arthur)

Arthur was possessed. The sun had long since set, yet he sat at his desk writing. The sound of a quill scratching away at paper were the only noises in the barely lit room. Midnight-colored bangs fell to cover his eyes as he sighed, finally setting his writing utensil down. He had fully intended to cease his habit of working through the night once he had asked his lovely girlfriend, (MC), to be his wife. Unfortunately for the exhausted writer, his mind would not grant him the solace of keeping his promise. He raked his tired hands through his hair and turned his sapphire eyes onto his beautiful fiancee. She had been so exhausted from her work in the manor that she collapsed on his bed, stretching her entire body across it. The blankets were in disarray and her red hair was splayed around her as if she had a halo. Leaving his story unfinished for the night, the tired writer climbed into what little bed space there was next to his beloved. He wrapped his arms around her waist, hoping he wouldn’t wake her. His eyes slowly drifted off to sleep.

(March 13th, xx; two hours after noon; Arthur)

The smell of coffee wafted to the author’s nose, causing him to stir. Upon opening his eyes, he was greeted with a smile that rivaled the sun. (MC) set his daily dose of “bitter energy provider”, as she called it, on his desk with a glass of rouge. “Good afternoon, Arthur. I brought your coffee and lunch. You happened to sleep through breakfast.” The red-haired woman glanced at the bookshelf next to his desk. It held resources the writer used for reference, but also held at least an entire shelf of completed manuscripts yet to be published. Arthur knew the expression on her face well. It was one of love and admiration; one he felt he didn’t deserve. Pushing away those dark emotions as they welled up, he carefully got out of bed to give her his full attention. “Arthur, it's a waste for your stories to just sit on your shelf! They’re exhilarating and should be shared!” She tried to appeal to him. “You work so hard day and night to write these, why not try to find a publisher?” With a gentle and encouraging tone, she attempted to persuade her lover.

Ah, the old song and dance. He thought as he allowed his usual playful smile dance across his lips as he stood before her, lifting his hand to gently hold the strands of her long hair and let them slip through his fingers. “Hmm~ Perhaps I’ll consider it. More importantly, won’t you join me for lunch, luv~?” His seductive expression would be enough to convince any woman. However, Arthur knew that she would turn him down as she would most likely be busy with her work. Couldn’t have hurt to ask~.

Though his words made her blush, her emerald eyes glittered playfully as she responded. “Really, Arthur? I have to get back to work.” Her soft lips brushed against his cheeks, as if trying to banish his pout, and then she was out the door. Her movements were swift enough to prevent him from convincing her to stay, which was guaranteed to succeed. The writer chuckled at how adorable his fiancee was. If he had convinced her to stay, he would have felt guilty at having taken her from her responsibilities. The writer quickly shook off those thoughts, lest he spiral back into the unending strings of guilt.

Deciding that he desired his coffee rush, Arthur quickly got dressed and sat before his desk. He picked up his pen and stared at the unfinished manuscript. If I can finish this by the end of today, why, I may just get (MC) all to myself tomorrow~ After all, it is her day off. With that thought alone, he felt a surge of energy. Today he would finish this manuscript and start tomorrow’s story so he could spend the day with his lover.

(March 13th, xx; five in the evening; MC)

Her hair swished with the wind as she finished the last of her chores for the day. Working at a mansion with eleven vampires was tough work when there was only the butler, Sebastian, and herself. Now that spring was here, they had been exceedingly busy. (MC) felt guilty that she wasn’t able to spend as much time with Arthur as she wanted. Taking care of everyone here is my job and it’s important, so I’m sure Arthur understands. Remembering that she is supposed to help the butler with prepping and cooking dinner, she glanced at her pocket watch. An expression of shock spread over her features as she realized the time. Gathering her skirts a bit, the young lady rushed inside.

Upon her entry to the kitchen, she was prepared to receive Sebastian’s signature flick to the forehead as punishment for being late. Luckily, he simply glanced in her direction and gave her a smile. “You’re late. If you finished the work in the garden, why not get started on Sir Isaac’s dinner?” He instructed her as he was finishing up Theo’s and Vincent’s “dinner”. Her nose scrunched up at the pancakes and Theo’s entire bottle of syrup that she knew he would pour on the unsuspecting victims.

“Pancakes again? Theo is going to end up sick.” She giggled, but set to work on Isaac’s sandwich. Isaac preferred sandwiches because it was easier to eat and work, Theodorus preferred pancakes, and Napoleon would sometimes cook his own food. Pleased with her efforts, she gently placed the sandwich on a plate and set different vegetables around it. With dextrous fingers, she placed the meals on the serving cart. Before leaving the kitchen, she made sure to grab not one, but two syrup bottles with the knowledge that Theo would drown his pancakes without mercy. Once everything was set up they headed to the dining room.

Sitting at the table was the usual crowd, but she was surprised to see her lover amongst the group since he was working on his manuscript. She had expected that Arthur would still be hard at work. As she placed the prepared plates on the table along with the two syrup bottles, she gave Theo a playful smile. “Here you are Theo, your syrup with a side of pancakes.”

Theo’s usual cocky smirk disappeared from his face to display a scowl. “Despite what you seem to believe, I do eat other foods besides pancakes, hondje.” Vincent and the housekeeper watched as Theo poured more than a normal amount of syrup on his cakes as usual.

Vincent, reaching for his own bottle, poured a little amount on his. “But Theo, pancakes are your favorite meal and that is your fourth bottle of syrup this week.” Sebastian, overhearing this conversation, bemoans the lack of chances to shop this week and makes note that they will need more syrup. Seeing Theo being called out by his own brother caused her to cover her mouth to hide her giggles. Theo turned to Vincent wide eyed. “Are you taking the knabbeltje’s side, Broer?” The brunette pouts at his older brother.

The older paused and seemed to think for a moment, “Sebastian has been making you pancakes for almost every meal this week. Maybe (MC) has an idea of a meal you would like.” He offered his brother his winning angelic smile. Theo merely grumbled in response and began to eat his pancakes. Seeing her chance, she decided to appeal to Vincent. He was her key to convincing Theo to at least give her idea a try. “Actually Vincent, there is a 21st century recipe for pancakes that I have been wanting Theo to try. I just know how much you love Sebastian’s pancakes, so I didn’t want to force it on you.”

She lowered her head and looked away, which sealed the deal as she heard Vincent say, “I’m sure Theo would be happy to try them, especially since you said you wanted him to try them.” Realizing his fate was sealed and the overhanging possibility of him trying a healthier option of pancake caused Theo to choke on his breakfast. Clearing his throat, he wiped his mouth and sent a strained smile to his brother. “Sure, Broer, even a hondje can’t mess up something as simple as a pancake.” She grinned at her feat, already planning the ingredients she would need. She turned her attention back to her work.

(March 13th, six in the evening; Arthur)

Her attempts to get Theo to at least attempt to eat healthier, despite the lack of need for food, had not gone unnoticed. Vincent was happy that she worried for them, but it was unnecessary. Though, her mischief towards Theo and his beloved pancakes was always a sight to behold. It always amused the writer. Arthur, having been a spectator for this specific trial, was quite pleased with his fiancee; She had managed to place Theo in a checkmate position.

Catching Sebas taking notes for groceries gave Arthur an idea that he was mulling over as his lover took her seat beside him. He gave her a smile that rang of his pride for her. Wrapping his arm around her waist, he drew her slightly closer to place a kiss to her temple. “You’re a clever bird~” He whispered into her ear. She grinned at him, while Theo merely glowered.

(March 14th, six in the morning; MC)

The sunlight started to trickle past the slightly parted curtains, blessing the room with light from the sunrise. The red haired lady glanced at the empty spot next to her, saddened to find he wasn’t resting there. She turned her emerald eyes upon his desk, only to find it missing its owner as well. Concern began to creep in through her fingertips and slowly spread throughout her body, making her cold under the warm blankets. Perhaps he went to get coffee? His side of the bed looked untouched, as if the writer had never even entered the bed. She quickly sat up, the press of her feet to the cold floor sending a shiver through her. Running a hand through her hair to calm herself, she used her free one to open the dressing room.

Once she was dressed, the red-haired lady quickly stalked down the deserted hallways towards the kitchen. She was late to help with the chores, but she was more worried about her lover. Had he just gone to get coffee as she had thought earlier? Perhaps he needed fresh air and went for a walk? Her steps were light upon the floor, making barely a sound. Once she reached the kitchen door, she had managed to calm her fears. She slowly opened the door only to find the very man where she had guessed he would be. Drinking his “bitter energy provider.” Flashing a gentle smile at the sapphire eyed man, she walked into the kitchen. “Good morning, Arthur!”

He gave her a lazy grin, his eyes already looking tired, but there was something playful there in his expression. “Good morning, luv~” He sang in his usual flirtatious tone and set his coffee aside in order to give her a tight hug. “Comte dragged Sebas out early this morning and asked that you do the shopping for the day.” The author was pouting as he placed a kiss to her temple. “While I am desperate to have your attention all to myself, I was wondering if I could accompany you~?”

The look she gave him at that question was one of disbelief. “Don’t you have to finish a manuscript?” She eyed him, knowing all of his tricks. In response, he gave her the puppy dog eyes; she had to look away, or else he would win their little game too easily. With a huff, she wiggled out of his arms and picked up the note left to her by the dark haired butler.

“Dear MC,

I have been asked by le Comte to accompany him on some business outside of Paris and will be gone for the day. Along with the usual chores, I have left a list of items that need to be picked up in town.

I can come in many shades and often made from unconventional materials and I am used in strokes.

I am desirable and appealing to some, due to my false sense of calm. My life started with a spark and then goes up in cinder and smoke.

I often end up in sticky situations and don’t come from bees, but I can be found at breakfast and cannot be spread freely.

Dark as sin and a pain to wash out, I am often used to send someone’s thoughts. Without me, people cannot read.

When I am well worn, I have a crack in my spine. I often have dog ears when I am done. I can be heavy or lean, but left alone I can gather dust.

Be sure that this list is completed by the end of the afternoon. I know you need to go to town to pick up your ingredients as well for your 'pancakes'.”

She let out an exasperated sigh, wondering what could have possessed the butler to leave such a puzzle for her to solve. These riddles couldn’t be too hard, right? As she was trying to relate each sentence to an item that one of the residents could need, her lover snaked his arm around her waist and laid his head on her shoulder to look at the letter. “Ah~ A fun little game.” His free hand slid along her arm, taking the letter from her hands to read it better. Glancing up, she puffed her cheeks out at him. “Get your coat, luv. We are going to town.” Folding the letter neatly, he put it in his pocket.

His fiancee’s expression left nothing to the imagination. “Don’t you have to work?” She asked, obviously worried that she would, once again, distract him from his manuscripts. However, a selfish part of her brain told her she wanted him to go with her. And, with great effort, she crushed that part. He needs to continue his work! I can’t get in his way!

Arthur chuckled, “As it so happens, I seem to be having a bout of ‘Writer’s block’. Going for a walk may help clear my mind~” He kissed her head, spun her around, and gently pushed her towards the door. “Now, go doll yourself up. We’ll have lunch out after we do our little shopping; I’m sure you’ll be starved. Meet me in the foyer at eight~” She beamed, her cheeks turning a slight pink shade, and left the room with renewed excitement. Though, in her mind, she knew he was only pretending to have writer’s block so that he could spend time with her.

(March 14, eight in the morning; MC)

She ran the brush through her beautiful, wavy red hair one last time. Nervousness was the prevailing emotion over her excitement. Since it had been so long since she and Arthur had last been out together, she wanted to look her best. She let out a deep breath to calm her nerves and set her brush upon her vanity. Shaky hands grabbed at her skirts as she looked in the full length mirror and twirled. The skirt billowed out around her, looking for all their part petals to a beautiful flower. The dress she had chosen was a blue-grey that matched her lovers’ usual attire. She beamed at the woman in the mirror; Perfect! I hope Arthur likes it! Once she was content with her appearance, she rushed out of her room to meet her fiance.

The look of delight and the light that brightened his eyes as she descended the stairs finally waved away her nerves. His gaze took in all of her, following her from the very top of the steps to the very last. “My~! Don’t you look gorgeous, my dove~!” He held out his arm to her to escort her to the carriage. She put her hand on his arm, willing to walk anywhere this man demanded.

Now that they had reached town, Arthur pulled the letter out and unfolded it. She had a hard time keeping pace with him as he was concentrating, his long strides requiring her to almost jog beside him. “Now, where to begin.” At the very least, her lover seemed to be taking this seriously. “‘I come in many shades’ could be just about anything. What really narrows it down is that it mentions ‘strokes’ and ‘unconventional materials’. Now, my dear Watson, who in the mansion uses something that has to do with strokes?” His tone of voice told her that she should know this answer. She paused her steps for a moment, causing him to stop as well.

Memories of her talks with the residents began running through her mind. Just as she was about to give up, she remembered a conversation she’d had with Theo. They’d been looking at one of Vincent’s paintings! Theo had been describing the particular style of his brother’s art. “Vincent! His paints! Vincent mentioned needing more paints just the other day!” She exclaimed excitedly, clasping her hands together, her eyes bright.

She knew she’d said the right thing when he gave her a radiant smile. “Brilliant, luv~! You make a wonderful partner.” A gloved hand caressed her cheek in a moment of affection. Pulling a pen out of his pocket, he scribbled “Paints for Vincent” next to the first puzzle. “The hints for the second riddle is… ‘desirable and appealing’ and ‘starts with a spark and goes up in smoke’.” He glanced at her, to which she already wore a smile.

“That HAS to be cigarillos for Leonardo. They’re known to have an addictive substance and due to the tobacco, give a sense of calm, right? Also, it starts in a spark because it needs to be lit. As its ‘life ends’ it ‘goes up in smoke’.” She grinned at Arthur, knowing she was right this time as well.

He nodded his affirmation, writing down “cigarillos for Leo”. Arthur quickly wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer to himself as a carriage whooshed past them both. While it would have missed her, he was glad to have had a reason to hold her close to him. “Perhaps we should take a seat to finish the rest?” To this she gave him an amused smile, shaking her head in playful exasperation. His gloved hand grasped hers and began tugging her towards a bench. His hand felt warm in hers, but oh how she wished he weren’t wearing gloves.

Once they were seated at the bench, him having her sit so close to him that she was practically in his lap, he held the letter between them. She glanced around to make sure no one was paying them much mind, her face almost a scarlet hue. He had his arm around her waist and was leaning close to her in order to allow them both to look at the letter easier. “This one is for Theo. The bees usually means honey, but since it's sticky and not from bees, it has to be because we ran out of syrup.” After she finished her explanation, Arthur turned to face her, their noses almost touching.

“Brilliant! You could be a detective yourself.” He winked at her and removed his arm, writing down “Syrup for Theo”. She felt slightly colder after he had pulled away, already missing his warmth. But she shook this feeling off. “Any ideas for this one?” His finger was indicating the fourth riddle. He recited, “‘Dark as sin and a pain to wash out’…”

“Oh! Ink! Speaking of which, Arthur, did you write this morning?” As he had pointed at the paper, the sleeve of his white shirt poked out from under his jacket. It displayed blue ink marks on the cuffs, which stood out against the bright white. She started inspecting his sleeve with a frown; ink certainly was a pain to get out and now she was going to have to spend a lot of time cleaning this shirt.

“Ah. Sorry, poppet. I attempted to write a bit this morning and forgot to roll up my sleeves.” His tone was certainly apologetic, no doubt worried about his lover having to spend her time trying to clean his many ink stained shirts. He wrote down “Ink for Arthur and Mozart”. “Last one and then we buy all the items. Then I treat you to lunch.” His eyes skimmed the very last part of the list. "'When I am well worn, I have a crack in my spine. Heavy or lean and gathers dust’.”

“A book?” She glanced at him, worried that she was wrong. The problem being that if it were a book, who would it be for? There was no title written down or any information. Just the riddle.

“I did happen to ask Sebas for a reference book the other day, perhaps that is what he meant. If not, we may have to come back into town!” They both set off together to purchase the answers and the ingredients for her special “pancakes." After they had their bags together, Arthur whisked her away to enjoy a lunch together.

As they were enjoying their food she decided to put to word what had been on her mind earlier that day. She set her fork upon her plate and turned to face Arthur. “You don’t really have writer’s block, do you?”

He froze, his spoon almost to his mouth. There was a clink as he set the spoon back in his bowl. Longer fingers tugged nervously at his collar, his expression sheepish. “Well, luv… The truth is that we have both been busy lately… With you doing all the cleaning and my writing… Then our sleeping habits. I simply wanted a bit of your attention to myself.” His pout made her laugh, her expression brightening.

Another suspicion arose in her mind. “You made these riddles, didn’t you? It seems a bit out of place for Sebastian to suddenly decide to play a game!” She laughed when he confessed to this too. The sound of her laughter was a bright sound that lightened the load on his heart. He knew he had done something right with this “date” he had planned. But surely his fiancee was too clever to have picked up on it. But he grinned, happy to be able to please his future wife. Times would be hard and there would be highs and lows. But one thing was for certain: this was the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

Bonus (Torturing Theo)

The next morning, MC woke up very early and began preparing everyone’s breakfast. Today was going to be a special day, a day she would never forget. The ingredients for Theo’s healthy breakfast lay before her on the counter. She tried hiding her smirk, her fiance chuckling as he sipped away at his coffee. Arthur was excitedly wanting to watch as his best friend got what he deserved. Especially after the time where Theo forced him to drink his most hated substance, tea. She knew that no matter what, Theo would have no choice but to eat what she made; Vincent was sure to have her back on this. After all, she only cares for Theo’s health.

Arthur pushed away from the counter he was leaning on, sauntered over to his lover and placed a kiss to her temple. With a hand resting on her hip, he whispered into her ear. “I’m off to the dining room~ Try not to have too much fun before the main act, luv~” Focused on her work, she barely noticed the affection he gave her. The lack of attention made him pout, but he knew she was enjoying herself. Just as his hand slid from her waist and he turned to leave the room, (MC) gave him a kiss to his cheek. A gentle smile returned to his lips as he left the room. Once he was gone, she continued her work on the “pancakes”.

Theo’s POV

Theo watched as (MC) entered the room. He knew something was going on with the way she was humming to herself. Trying to think of what would make her so happy, he tensed upon remembering that she was making his “special pancakes” today. His dirty blonde hair shadowed his face as he considered whether or not he should make a break for it.

Watching as she placed everyone’s breakfast down, his ocean blue eyes went wide as he looked at the abomination before him. Is this even a pancake!? It was fluffy, that was for sure. The “pancakes'' before him had cabbage in it. Instead of syrup, it had a dollop of something white and what smelled like garlic. “What is this, knabbletje?” He turned his icing glare on her.

She beamed at his expression. “It’s called Cabbage Fritters. It’s just like pancakes, except with cabbage!” Her eagerness only made his scowl deepen. He knew she was doing this on purpose. However, if he said anything that might make her cry, Vincent would get onto him. “I made them fluffy, just like you like your pancakes.” She was at least trying to ease his displeasure.

With hesitant movements, he grabbed his fork and knife. “Don’t I get to have syrup at least?” As she shook her head, he sighed, giving in to his torture. On one side, he could eat it quickly and hope it isn’t as bad as it looks. On the other, he could refuse to eat it. The latter would cause him to receive a stern expression from his broer and he would still have to eat the nasty food.

Theo heard a snicker in front of him and he glanced up to find Arthur trying not to laugh as the author hid his face behind his coffee mug. Cutting into the fritters, as she called them, he stabbed the piece with his fork and slowly lifted it to his mouth. The look of pure disgust on his face as it touched his tongue brought joy to Arthur and his fiancee. He began to chew, resisting the urge to spit it out. Once he swallowed, he tried to force his usual cocky expression back into place. “I-I suppose it’s okay.”

Suddenly, everything was sunshine and brightness as Vincent smiled. “If you liked it, perhaps (MC) should make it more often.” His brother tilted his head, seeming absolutely pleased. He threw a dark look in her direction; She was definitely trying not to laugh. Arthur, on the other hand, broke out into a fit of laughter. His shoulders shook and he was having troubles catching his breath.

Finally having enough, Theo slammed his hands on the table, pushing his chair back as he stood up and made his way towards the lady. With panicked laughter, she ran to her lover, who was still laughing. “Arthur, help me!” At his lover’s call, he stood up and pulled her behind him.

“Schei uit, Theo.” Vincent grabbed Theo quickly, while (MC) pushed herself as close to Arthur’s back as possible to hide behind him. Theo struggled in his brother’s hold trying to get to them. “What has gotten into you, Theo?” His brother’s concerned voice hurt his ears, but he could no longer behave.

“That is NOT a pancake. They’re doing this to me on purpose, broer!” He tried appealing to his older brother, to no avail. Vincent simply held him tighter and gave him a look of disapproval. This only added fuel to the fire. Arthur was sure to pay for this later. He’d make sure of it.

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Silence (Part 3)

Masterlist//Series Masterlist

Peter Parker x Stark!reader

Summary: You and Peter have been best friends ever since he stepped foot into the avengers compound. After a year of being friends you realize you’ve developed a crush on him, but he doesn’t feel the same way... at least, you don’t think he does.

A/N: This took way too long to post but it’s finally here! I wrote this super late at night and I feel like it’s all over the place but I hope you still enjoy it. Also I’m getting to requests next so if you sent in a request don’t worry I’m not ignoring you lol I just wanted to get this out first. 

Warnings: language, angst

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Slowly, you walk downstairs, dreading the day to come. As you enter the kitchen, you see Peter smiling at you, finishing up the pancake batter.

Cheerily, he says, “Hey Y/N! You’re just in time, I just finished mixing up the batter.”

Maybe you’re wrong to get mad at him. He doesn’t realize how much of an asshole he’s being, and you can’t blame him. To him, the two of you have always just been friends, so inviting his other friends to come hang out with you is no big deal to him. But it’s just not something you can get over. He’s been your crush for a whole year, how are you supposed to get over it that fast?

You smile back weakly, walking around the counter to help him fry the batter. There’s a bit of an awkward (well at least to you it’s awkward) silence between you two, which is extremely rare, given that you two are best friends.

“Oh! You know what, I almost forgot something!” Peter exclaims, breaking the silence, “Your good morning hug!”

“Oh, Peter, you don’t have to-“

“Oh, come on, it’s our thing!” Peter cuts you off, pulling you into a tight embrace.

To be fair, it was your thing, but now it felt, well, weird, with him liking MJ and stuff. Fuck, today is gonna be hard.

You want to hug him back, but instead, you push him away, detangling yourself from his arms.

“What the fuck was that for?”

Thankfully, the pancakes were starting to turn a dark brown, giving you the perfect excuse.

“The pancakes are gonna burn, dumbass!”

Peter turns to look at the now smoking pancakes, “Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!”

The two of you rush to get the pancakes off the griddle, salvaging as much of the charred batter as possible, bursting out into laughter.

With the two of you hysterically laughing, for a second it’s like nothing has changed.

But then his phone rings. He pulls his phone out of his back pocket and checks who’s calling.

“It’s MJ, I should probably pick up,” he says apologetically.

You nod your head and force another smile.

“Hey Peter, I just wanted to let you know that I’m leaving to pick up Ned soon and I wanted to ask if we should meet you at the tower so we could all go to Delmar’s together?”

No. No no no no, absolutely not.

“Yeah that’s a great idea!”

Fuck.

“Okay, um, see you there then. Does thirty minutes sound good?”

“Sounds good to me! See you soon MJ!”

“Bye Peter, see you later.”

He hangs up the phone and stuffs it back into his pocket.

“That was Mj, she-“

“Yeah, I heard.”

That may have come out a bit more harshly than you expected it to.

“Oh, is that okay? I’m sorry I should have checked with you first-“

“No, Peter, don’t worry about it. It’s totally fine.”

“Oh okay! Great! Um, well, we should eat the pancakes before they get cold, well the ones we have left at least,” he chuckles.

You smile, grabbing two halfway burnt pancakes and putting them on a plate, drizzling syrup on top. Peter does the same.

You want to avoid more awkward silence while you eat, so you suggest putting on the TV and eating in the living room. Thankfully, Peter agrees, and the two of you settle on the couch.

By the time the show ends and you finish your breakfast, MJ texts Peter, telling him that she and Ned just arrived.

As if on cue, FRIDAY announces, “Two guests have just entered the premises. My systems recognize them as Ned Leeds and Michelle Jones. Should allow them inside?”

“Yeah FRIDAY, go ahead and let them in,” you answer.

“Of course, Miss. Stark. Access granted.”

“Peter, why don’t you go meet them downstairs. I’ll clean up the dishes.”

“Are you sure? I can help if you want-“

“No, no, it’s fine. I need to take care of something before we leave anyways. I’ll be down in just a sec.”

“Oh, um, okay.”

Peter heads downstairs while you take both of your plates to the sink.

Truthfully, you don’t actually need to do anything before you leave. You really just need a few seconds alone to prepare for the rough day you know is coming. You take a deep breath and go downstairs, grabbing your purse and saying goodbye to your parents on the way down.

Peter, Ned, and MJ are waiting at the door, happily conversing about today’s plans. The ones that you already made. The ones that Ned and MJ weren’t supposed to be a part of.

Nevertheless, you force a smile and wave at them, “Hey guys! Ready to go?”

“Yeah!” they all say in unison.

The four of you head out the door, starting your long and painful walk to the nearest subway station. You could have driven, but you were the only one with your official license (Peter was too scared to take the driver’s test even though he was old enough, and MJ and Ned weren’t old enough to get their license) and you really didn’t feel like being the chauffer today.

The walk actually starts out fine. The four of you make good conversation, and you feel a little more at ease about today’s events. Peter and MJ really just seem to be friendly with each other, not really flirting at all.

Until the sidewalk narrows.

It’s only wide enough for two people to walk, so you hang back, expecting Peter to stay with you. But instead he speeds up, walking with MJ, leaving Ned to walk with you.

“Are you kidding me?” you whisper under your breath.

“Huh?” Ned inquires.

“Oh, nothing, sorry.”

“Oh! No problem! So, how have you been…”

You and Ned make extremely awkward conversation for the rest of the walk, mostly with him just rambling on about random stuff. You’re only halfway paying attention to what he’s saying, too busy eyeing Peter and MJ walking in front of you, smiling and laughing with each other.

You really don’t want to have anything against MJ, she actually seems like a great girl. Sure, she’s a bit weird, and extremely dark at times, but she seems like a nice person nonetheless. But you just can’t shake the fact that Peter is picking her over you. Constantly.

Finally, after the excruciating walk, you arrive at the subway station. MJ and Peter are still walking together, a little too close for your liking, but what can you do about it?

You walk onto the subway and sit down in one of two empty seats, just hoping that Peter will sit next to you. And thankfully he does.

Finally, you get to talk to just him, like you were supposed to be doing this whole day.

Then, the lady sitting next to Peter gets up and off the subway, and MJ slips into the seat before someone else can take it. Peter turns to her, and they resume their conversation from earlier.

What. The. Fuck.

It’s like the universe is against you for some reason. All you want to do is spend some time with Peter, without anyone else butting in. But instead you spend the entirety of the subway ride listening to Ned continue to ramble on about some organic chemistry project he’s doing for the science fair, trying your best not to cry or burst out in anger.

The four of you get off the subway and walk into Delmar’s. You already know what you are going to get, so you let Ned and MJ order first.

Ned orders a #1, and MJ orders a #8.

You step up to the counter, “Hi Mr. Delmar, I’ll have the usual please.”

“You got it Miss. Stark, a #5 with pickles, just how you like it,” he motions to Peter, “I’m guessing the same for you Mr. Parker?”

“No, actually. I’m gonna have what MJ’s having. A #8 please today Mr. Delmar.”

Is this a joke?

You and Peter always order the same thing. You always have ever since Peter first brought you to Delmar’s. It’s like he was rubbing it in your face that he likes MJ and not you.

Mr. Delmar hands the four of you your sandwiches, and you sit at one of the few tables in the small store.

Of course, Peter and MJ are still happily chatting, now with Ned joining in. You eat in silence, pretending to be interested in their conversation as you don’t want to come off as rude (even though you really want to be rude to them). At this point, all hope for having a good day is lost. You aren’t being included in the day you planned, and your heart shattering crush on Peter is no help.

The entire way back home is just as agonizing. Despite your many attempts to walk next to Peter, he always finds a way to stick with MJ. At this point it seems like he’s just outright avoiding you, and it hurts.

Were you being that awkward at breakfast this morning? Or does he just like MJ that much?

Either way, you aren’t happy with him.

When you arrive back at the compound, Peter, Ned, and MJ all rush to the movie room, arguing about what movie to watch. You trail behind, telling them that you have to go up to your room really quick and that you’ll be back in a minute. Honestly, you’re not sure if any of them heard you, but you rush upstairs, just needing to be alone.

As soon as you reach your room, the feelings you’ve been bottling up all day immediately rush out. In a matter of seconds, you are a mess of tears and sobs, all of the pent-up sadness and anger flowing out.

“What seems to be the problem Miss. Stark? You seem to be in distress,” you are suddenly startled by FRIDAY.

“Oh, it’s nothing, FRIDAY, I’ve just had a hard day.”

“Would you care to talk about it? Unfortunately I do not have the capacity to comfort you emotionally, as I am merely an artificial intelligence system, but it is scientifically proven that vocalizing your feelings can help with the coping process.”

“Promise you won’t tell anyone?”

“Of course, Miss. Stark. I am programmed to keep secrets very well.”

“Okay, well, I like Peter. Like a lot. But he doesn’t like me back. And he’s been ignoring me all day for MJ and I’m so mad at him because today was supposed to be our day. And he fucking ruined it,” you rant, still sobbing.

“I am deeply sorry about that Miss. Stark. Would you like me to alert someone for you to talk to? Miss. Romanoff or Miss. Maximoff perhaps?”

“No FRIDAY, it’s fine. Thanks though.”

You feel so stupid, talking to some smart computer system about your problems instead of an actual person, but it did feel good finally letting your feelings out in words.

However, as the tears started to subside, the sadness slowly turned into anger. You thought about today’s events, how Peter had purposefully ignored you for MJ on what was supposed to be a day with just the two of you. You had put so much effort into today, planning out each little thing, and you were so excited about it. You wish you could just go back to this morning and tell Peter not to invite Ned and MJ, or honestly, just forget about the plan entirely. It’s not like Peter would have cared.

Suddenly, you hear a knock at your door.

“Hey, it’s uh, it’s Peter.”

Of course.

“I just wanted to check on you. It’s been like half an hour, are you doing okay?”

“Yeah, Peter. I’m fine. I just don’t feel great. Probably the food or something. Just go back to Ned and MJ and watch the movie. I’m just gonna stay up here and rest.”

“Oh, I, um. I already told them to leave. I just noticed that you seemed kind of off today, and I didn’t want them to like, interfere or anything.”

So now he was being nice.

“Do you want me to come in? Maybe we can snuggle and watch a movie together. I know how much you like snuggles when you aren’t feeling well.”

You wanted so badly to say yes, to let him cuddle with you and engulf you in his warm embrace. But your mind (and your heart) trails back to today’s events, how he still likes MJ, and how he’s only checking up on you because “you seem off.”

“No, Peter. I just need some rest. Maybe another time.”

“Oh, um, okay then. Feel better Y/N.”

At this point, you don’t know what else to do but fight fire with fire. If Peter wanted to ignore you all day, then that’s exactly what you would do to him. You don’t care how nice he’s being, Today just pushed you to the edge. The combination of your one-sided crush on Peter, and him being a dick all day leads you only to one thing. Silence.

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