#“goodbye sister” turns around and walks away with them....... MAN. HEAD IN HANDS.
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Still on the list
Pairing: Frat!College!Bucky x Reader
Summary: Bucky Barnes, the infamous frat guy, known for sleeping around and throwing parties left and right, constantly invites you, out of all people, to all of them. His intentions though remain a mystery to you. Following a troubling event that leaves you shaken and anxious, Bucky is there to pick up the pieces. Stolen glances and exchanged smiles gradually blossom into a connection that goes beyond what meets the eye.
Word count: 14.1k
Warnings: annoyance to friends to lovers; panic attacks!; creepy man; angst and comfort; Bucky is a frat boy
author’s note: This took longer than I hoped, but I love it!
Masterlist
One minute.
One minute did it take for the class to end and yet it felt like an eternity.
You stared at the clock in anticipation, not paying an ounce of attention to what your professor was talking about.
Was he even talking?
Were you supposed to write something down?
You wouldn’t know.
RIING
Finally, the blissful sound of the bell pierced through the monotony.
You took your eyes off the clock in the far corner of the lecture hall, a sigh of relief leaving your lips and started packing your stuff.
“Alright class! See you on Monday! Have a great weekend.” Your professor exclaimed before walking out of the hall with a wave.
Amidst the chorus of thank you’s and see you on Monday’s and packing your laptop in your bag, alongside your pen and notebook (basically for small, unnecessary doodles, instead of notes) including your water bottle, you noticed Wanda slipping onto the bench beside you with her backpack draped over her right shoulder and an amused smile plastered on her face.
“Late again,” she teased.
You groaned. “Blame that slowpoke of a bus driver.”
“You know you can always ride with Pietro and me.” She nudged your shoulder playfully.
You offered her a grateful smile but shook your head. “It’s inconvenient for you.”
After being forced to live on campus for your first year of college you decided to get a small apartment to save some money and get the privacy you wanted and needed. Living on campus was expensive enough and with the small amount of money you got for working in a café and babysitting sometimes in the evening there wasn’t much left for you to enjoy yourself a little.
You never really enjoyed living in a dorm together with someone you didn’t know and sharing that same space. Your roommate for that first year was perpetually boisterous and tried dragging you to every party within a five-mile radius. Despite your initial resistance, you eventually succumbed to peer pressure. After enduring an eternity of loud music and plastic cups thrust into your hand, you found yourself in the grim confines of a bathroom stall, holding back your roommate‘s unruly hair as she retched into the toilet bowl. It was a moment of disillusionment that solidified your resolve to seek solitude and sanctuary away from the chaos of dormitory life.
Though you hated every minute of that day, in the end, you were glad you went, because it was where you met Wanda.
As fate would have it, Wanda found herself reluctantly dragged to the same party by none other than her brother, Pietro. Aforementioned guy managed to catch your roommate since she ‘accidentally’ slipped in front of him. She kept giggling with his arms draped around her and you apologized to him and Wanda though you knew it was actually really not your fault.
So while your roommate occupied Pietro you had a pleasant conversation with his sister. You clicked immediately.
“It takes ten minutes Y/n, it’s truly no big deal.”
“Well, I’ll keep it in mind! Thanks, Wan!”
You walked out of the hall and crossed campus together. Since you just had this one lecture today you signed in for a shift at the café you worked at and were just about to bid Wanda goodbye when-
“Maximoff!”
You didn’t make any attempt to even try not to roll your eyes.
Wanda turned around and so did you eventually, not concealing your dissatisfaction with the approaching guy, a scowl forming on your face.
Bucky Barnes.
Of course.
Now, there were a lot of things you tolerated. It was hard to rile you up, but Bucky Barnes? He exceeded every limit.
You couldn’t stand the guy. And he knew it.
He caught up to you girls and kept his attention on your friend.
“Hey, Wanda! You have a minute?”
Before she could react he turned to you, pretending to see you just now.
“Oh. Y/n! Haven’t seen you there.”
You wanted to punch that arrogant grin off his face.
“What do you want?”
“Well as I was gonna ask Wanda,” he emphasized her name with a playful drawl and turned to her, “You and your brother are coming today right? Sam got the drinks and we got a new beer pong table. We gotta initiate it correctly.”
Another eye roll escaped you as Wanda shot you a brief, amused glance before addressing Bucky. “Pietro’ll come. The party was the only thing he talked about this morning.”
“Perfect!” Bucky grinned. “You’ll come too right? You can have a plus one!” He nodded his head towards you while meeting your steely gaze with unwavering confidence.
“Nothing will get me to enter your stupid frat party Barnes!” you retorted dryly.
Bucky’s grin remained firmly in place, his cockiness bordering on infuriating.
“Well I’ll be there,” he declared, turning his attention toward you with a smirk.
You cocked your head. “There’s the reason why.”
A soft sigh from Wanda diverted your attention, prompting you to check the time on your phone.
“Whatever, I gotta go!” With a brief hug, you bid her goodbye.
“Text me later?”
“Course, Wan!”
You flashed her a quick smile before striding away, ignoring Bucky’s futile attempt to prolong the conversation.
“Where ya going?” he shouted after you.
“Work!” Your response was curt and you continued your way.
****
“That’ll be 4.75$.”
The girl in front of you swiped her card through the card reader and you placed the cup with her latte on the counter separating you.
You thanked her for the small tip and turned away when she left, to stock up on the coffee beans. You leaned down and grabbed the bag out of a drawer from under the counter as you heard the door to the shop open.
Your coworker went to the storage room to store the milk that came in a few minutes before and it wasn’t that busy so you were good on your own out front.
“Just a sec!” you called while opening the bag and pouring the beans in, standing with your back to the counter.
“All good! I’m in no hurry.”
You stilled for a second, almost pouring over the beans. Although you couldn’t see him right now you could tell he wore that shit-eating grin again.
You pulled the bag away harshly with a few falling out. You would take care of that later. Probably not though.
You put the bag aside, preparing yourself to turn around, and came face to face with the one and only Bucky Barnes.
Seriously?
Two times in a day?
You wiped over your apron and met his gaze. “What can I get you?” You tried feigning that kindness you were supposed to show your guests though you knew you could try more.
Not taken aback by your grimace and still slightly annoyed tone he leaned on the counter and pretended to contemplate what to get.
You crossed your arms over your chest and stared at him.
“I think I’ll go for a black coffee,” He grinned at you.
You uncrossed your arms to get to work. “Small, medium, large?” You were really trying to stay professional here.
“I’ll take it medium, doll.”
It wasn’t the first time he called you that, though you‘ve heard it come out of his mouth plenty of times to plenty of girls so you guessed he didn’t even recognize he was calling you that too.
You got to work while Bucky watched you intently, still leaning on the counter.
You hoped he would stay silent but guessed that thought was futile since he walked in here.
“So, you think about coming?”
“No.”
“No, you haven’t thought about it or no, you aren’t coming?”
“Both.”
It wasn’t the first time he somehow tried to get you to come to one of his frat parties. Be it through Wanda or Pietro or just blatantly asking you to come. You knew your answer every time. He should have known that too but he seemingly never stopped trying.
“Aww, come on doll! Already put you on the list.”
“Do whatever you please Barnes but I’m not coming,” you retorted while finishing up his coffee and sliding it across the counter over to him. “That’ll be 2.95$.”
Will Wanda come?” He didn’t attempt to grab the cup, instead he stayed rooted and looked at you.
“Don’t know. Maybe”
After that party your former roommate dragged you to, you avoided them at all costs and managed not to attend any other. Wanda sometimes came along with Pietro to get him back home after drinking too much. You considered coming along for moral support a few times but didn’t want to give Bucky the satisfaction of getting you to come. And Wanda always claimed she‘d be fine.
He leaned to take the cup of coffee and a milk pack from beside where you were standing.
“Alright well, you know where to go,” he slid over a 5$ bill. “Keep the change!” He lifted the cup a bit. “And thanks!” Giving you his signature smirk.
“Barnes that’s too much for a single coffee!” you protested and were about to collect his change but he was already halfway out of the shop.
“Keep it!” he threw over his shoulder and you looked after him a little irritated.
His persistence annoyed you to no end so why did your lips curl up in a smile, despite yourself?
****
You didn’t come.
It was nearly midnight and you found yourself nestled in your bed, the soft glow of your laptop illuminating the room as you rewatched a movie for the umpteenth time.
There probably would be a few things you’d like to do instead, but going to one of Bucky's notorious frat parties, will just never be one of them.
You couldn’t even really tell why you held such a grudge against the guy. He never really was explicitly rude or anything, yet there was something about his demeanor that rubbed you the wrong way.
Bucky Barnes had been a constant presence on campus since day one. Whether it was in the hallways or outside the building, Bucky was always surrounded by a rotating cast of admirers, girls vying for his attention. It became a familiar sight to see him engrossed in conversation with yet another girl, his charm seemingly boundless.
Amidst the flurry of attention and admiration that surrounded Bucky, there were moments when his gaze seemed to linger in your direction as if seeking to ensnare your attention as he did with others. You’d catch him looking at you in the hallways. You’d see him standing outside your lecture hall, although he didn’t even attend this class. However, you never attempted to acknowledge him and were set on keeping your distance.
In your second semester, you found yourself sharing a course with him. That was where he first initiated interactions with you. At first, it was a subtle passing glance, a nod, and a smile of acknowledgment, but soon his efforts to engage with you became more pronounced. It started with a request for notes when he wasn’t there the other day. And then there were times when you ran late and he saved you a seat beside him, sending you a wave and a charming grin.
But then you would watch him effortlessly flirt with other girls, letting them sit on his lap and whispering in their ear, you having the front row seat. You couldn’t pinpoint why his flirting with other girls left a bitter taste in your mouth, but it deepened your reservation, solidifying your decision to maintain a sense of distance.
Despite not sharing any classes with Bucky in your second year, he seemed determined not to let your lack of proximity deter his efforts to engage with you. His persistent attempts to catch your attention continued unabated - although you never gave him much to work with - seeming to find a way to cross paths with you all the time.
The first time he asked you to come to one of his frat parties, you were sitting in a small booth at a café near campus, nursing a latte and discussing your professors together with Wanda and Pietro.
You laugh. “Right? She once even gave-”
“Pietro! Hey, man,” comes his voice across the café and Bucky Barnes approaches you three.
You drop your smile and divert your attention to your latte as Bucky greets Pietro and Wanda.
“Y/n! Nice to see you.” His voice dripping with charm.
Upon hearing your name you lift your head and offer a strained smile, hoping to convey at least a semblance of politeness.
“Hi,” you answer lamely, not an ounce of enthusiasm found in your voice.
Bucky’s smirk deepens in response, a knowing glint in his eyes.
Your smile turns into a grimace.
“You coming tonight man?” he asks Pietro.
“Course Buck! I‘ll be there.”
“Great!” His attention turns to you.
“You girls are welcome too, you know.”Although addressing both, Wanda and you, he keeps his gaze on you.
“Yeah, no thanks!”
“We’ll think about it!”
Wanda sends you a glare, reminding you to stay nice. Though Bucky doesn’t seem fazed by your lack of interest, the boyish smirk still present on his lips.
“Well, I’d be happy to see you.”
You don’t even have time to answer him when a brunette, standing at the counter, calls his name.
You look in her direction though his eyes remain on you a few seconds longer until he turns away and bids his goodbye. Wanda and Pietro answer him while you remain silent, taking refuge in your coffee cup.
He was attractive, you gotta give him that but you never were someone to go after looks. There were so many more important things to see in people. Sure, you don’t know how he treated or saw his flings, or hookups, or whatever but you supposed you didn’t wanna know.
****
After you worked your ass off at the café during the weekend you were more than unpleased to be sitting in your lecture hall at 8 in the morning on a Monday. At least the bus was on time you supposed.
Wanda slid in beside you and put down a cup of coffee in front of you before unpacking her backpack.
“Oh god Wan, you’re an Angel!” You took a big sip and sighed dramatically.
Wanda snickered softly, organizing her notes.
“You know, Pietro told me someone was a bit disappointed,” she began and you looked at her confused.
“The party,” she continued but you just stared at her oblivious.
She sighed. “He hoped you’d come this time.” She studied you with a careful expression but you saw the corners of her lips turning up lightly.
You blinked. “Why would he think that?”
Wanda shrugged. “Well he’s pretty persistent,” She studied you some more and you began to feel uneasy, “You could give him a chance.”
“Huh?” you mumbled, caught off guard.
Turning toward you fully, Wanda leaned in slightly. “I don’t really know him that well, but he’s different with you. Pietro’s mentioned it. He’s never made this much effort with anyone else.“
Perplexed, you pondered her words.
“And honestly,” Wanda continued, “He’s a nice guy. I mean I get he’s got girls around all the time-”
You grimaced.
“-but he’s not the guy to lead anyone on or make someone feel worthless, I’m sure of it.”
That got you silent and you looked at her, pouting your lips in contemplation.
“He had a girlfriend once but as far as Pietro knows it didn’t end well. She moved away and they tried that long-distance relationship crap-”
You raised an eyebrow.
“-but she then started seeing someone else without telling him.”
You exhaled deeply, processing the information. “Alright well that sucks…sure…but is that a reason to use girls like that?”
“How are you so sure that’s what this is?” Wanda countered
Before you could respond, your professor arrived, saving you from further discussion. You were kinda glad he was on time cause you really had no idea how to answer that. You couldn’t know what he does with those girls. What he told them. How he treated them. How he made them feel.
Actually
You didn’t know anything about him at all.
****
Nearly two weeks had passed and you haven’t seen Bucky since he came by the café you worked at. Despite your efforts to push him out of your mind, you found yourself occasionally thinking about him or scanning the hallways for a glimpse of him.
Wanda got sick the day prior so you were sitting alone in class. After making idle conversation with some fellow students, you decided to stay back and finish up your notes.
You heard footsteps approaching but didn’t look up until someone settled beside you.
“That looks kinda complicated.”
Irritation bubbled up, but you were surprised to find you didn’t immediately feel the urge to roll your eyes all the way up to your brain at the sound of his voice. Reluctantly, you turned to face him, a sigh leaving your lips
“What are you doing here? This isn’t even your class!”
“Came looking for ya,” he replied, that familiar smirk playing on his lips.
You returned your attention back to your notes. “What for?”
“Shouldn’t you be able to tell?” He grinned and bumped your upper arm lightly.
That was the first time he initiated any form of physical contact and you weren’t sure what to make of it.
“Another party, I assume,” you remarked plainly.
“Smart girl! Missed you the last time.”
“Then have fun missing me this time as well,” you retorted, not bothering to look at him.
You felt his eyes on your profile but didn’t turn to him.
“Well just wanted to let you know you’re still on the list,” he said, his voice laced with that characteristic smirk.
That dude really wouldn’t give up, would he?
Quickly finishing your notes and packing away your things, you draped your bag over your shoulder, ready to leave the hall. As you turned to go, you glanced back at him.
“I’ll think about it,” you said, your tone dripping with sarcasm, though deep down you couldn’t deny that small part of you, that was considering his invitation this time.
****
The party started by now.
Standing in your bedroom you wavered on the threshold of the decision to go to his party or not.
You found yourself grappling with uncertainty, questioning the motivations behind your sudden inclination to attend the party. Was it a twinge of guilt for his past misfortunes that nudged you towards empathy? Or perhaps a genuine curiosity sparked by the desire to unravel the enigma of his persistent invitations?
You pondered, your thoughts swirling. Perhaps this was all a game to him? Or maybe there was something deeper, something he needed to prove to himself or to others.
Yet, the idea of subjecting yourself to potential humiliation at a frat party churned your stomach. You had no desire to be caught in the whirlwind of debauchery and recklessness.
But Wanda didn’t really make him seem like the kinda guy to pull shit like that.
Though how could she be sure?
The sudden ringing of your phone shattered the swirling thoughts that had consumed you, pulling you back to the present moment. With a grateful sigh, you glanced down at the screen, Wanda’s name lighting it up.
“Hey Wan,” you greeted her while laying back on your bed.
“Hey Y/n. I assume you’re not at the party.”
“Nope, you know me.”
“Okay well, could I ask for a favor?” Wanda’s voice held a hint of hesitation.
You sat up. “Yeah, sure Wan, what’s up?”
“Pietro will need someone to pick him up later but I’m still feeling pretty shitty at the moment and…I don’t know I was thinking maybe-“
“You’re asking me to pick him up?” you finished her sentence, sighing deeply.
“Kinda, yeah,” Wanda confirmed sheepishly.
You chuckled. “Sure, I can do that Wan, no problem.”
You could hear the relief in Wanda’s breath. “Thank you babes, I owe you! You can take his car, I’ll leave the keys under the pot outside.”
“You don’t owe me anything Wan, I’m glad I can help! You stay in bed and rest, alright? I’ll take care of your brother,” you assured her.
After exchanging a few more words, you hung up and prepared to leave. Opting for a casual outfit you threw on some wash jeans and a shirt.
Considering you spent a good amount of time on spiraling whether to go or not it got rather late already and it still would take you some time to get to Pietros car and to the party.
You grabbed the keys from under the pot, got in the car and started driving. It had been a while since you made use of your license considering you couldn’t afford your own vehicle, but you managed.
As you parked the car and stepped out onto the pavement, the distant throb of bass pulsed through the air, a tangible force that seemed to reverberate through your entire being. With each step towards the fraternity house, the music grew louder, assaulting your senses with its relentless intensity.
You walked up to the guy standing at the door with a ripped sheet of paper in his hand. You assumed that was what Bucky referred to as list.
“Hey, uh, I’m here to pick up Pietro Maximoff,” you stated, hoping to avoid being drawn into the revelry inside.
The guy’s smirk was infuriating as he chuckled dismissively. “Oh I’m sure he’s a little busy right now.”
Suppressing a sigh, you resisted the urge to roll your eyes at his remark.
“What’s your name sweetie, you could always go in and join the party.”
“Yeah no I’m fine, I’ll just-”
“Wait, are you the infamous Y/n?”
You blinked. You were not entirely used to people knowing your name. You’d like to believe you were nobody. Whether on campus nor in general. So why did this random guy know your name and call you infamous?
You didn’t have to answer, instead the guy nodded towards the door, granting you entry with a casual wave.
“Come on in, Buck will be thrilled to see you,” he remarked, stepping aside to let you pass.
Feeling utterly disoriented and out of place, you stepped inside, your senses assaulted by the overwhelming cacophony of noise and the oppressive heat of the crowded room. The stench of sweat and alcohol hung heavy in the air, causing you to wrinkle your nose in disgust. With each step, the floor seemed to cling to your shoes, a sticky reminder why you avoided this for so long.
You tried to adjust to the flickering lights and internally scolded the person who decided those colors were a good match when you heard your name be called.
“Y/n?”
You weren’t surprised to hear his voice since it was partly his party but you were surprised he recognized you this fast since you just stepped inside. Was he watching the door?
His smile greeted you as he stood before you, and you were blinded for a second there.
“You’re here!”
“Uh, well I’m kinda just here to pick up Pietro. Wanda asked me to.”
Bucky’s smile faltered slightly at your words. Clearing his throat, he offered a tentative response. “Oh. Well, haven’t seen him,” he exclaimed, his gaze momentarily flickering away before returning to meet yours.
As Pietro’s slurred voice called out your name, you turned to see your friend stumbling towards you, a wide grin plastered across his face. He draped an arm around your shoulders, and you instinctively supported him, wrapping your own arm around his waist to steady him.
“What’re you doin’ here, princessa?” Pietro slurred, his words punctuated by a drunken laugh.
You laughed. “Came here to pick you up, Piet. Wanda’s still not feeling well.”
But Pietro, clearly undeterred by your explanation, attempted to pull you along with him, his movements unsteady as he swayed on the spot within your hold.
“Let’s get you a drink, princessa,” he insisted, his grip tightening around you.
Refusing to indulge his request, you gently guided him towards the door, ignoring his protests. As you turned to leave, you caught sight of Bucky, his jaw clenched and his eyes darting away from your close proximity.
“I guess thanks for the invite Barnes but this really isn’t my scene.” You gave him a tight lipped smile and turned to Pietro again.
Meanwhile, Bucky remained rooted to the spot, his gaze fixed on the door you just disappeared behind.
****
Since that day at the party three weeks ago, Bucky had been somewhat of a ghost, disappearing from the usual campus scene. Despite not seeing him, thoughts of him seemed to linger in the back of your mind and you caught yourself looking out for him in the hallways.
You made your way to the restrooms between your two classes of the day cause you just had to drown yourself in coffee on your 4-hour shift in the café this morning.
After locking yourself in one of the cabins that still held toilet paper you heard the door to the restroom creak open and made out the hushed voices of two girls filtering in. One of them clearly crying.
“What’s wrong with me? He literally jumped in bed with every other girl on campus! Why not me?” the girl sobbed hysterically while her friend got her some paper towels from the dispenser.
You rolled your eyes at her antics and decided to just wait out until they left.
“I don’t know El, but Jake did say something about him wanting to change.” You could picture her gesturing quotation marks with her fingers at the ‘wanting to change’ part. And though you weren’t quite the type to gossip you held your breath and listened intently.
The other girl blew her nose while her friend continued.
“He hasn’t been to a party for the last, I don’t know, maybe three weeks or something. Just stayed locked in his room. That’s what Jake told me. Don’t know what to make out of it though,” the girl chuckled, “I mean it’s Bucky we’re talking about.”
As Bucky’s name entered the conversation, your ears perked up, and you felt compelled to listen. Thoughts swirl in your mind, multiplying like rabbits in a field. Was that night you picked up Pietro the last party he attended? Why the sudden disappearance into seclusion? Why would he lock himself in his room? Why did he dump that girl? You didn’t know who that Jake dude was but you weren’t sure if he was right.
You snapped out of your thoughts to catch the still crying girl whine again. “But I tried really hard Meg! I pinned notes on his locker, I smiled at him all the time, I sent him my notes from history per mail, the one time he didn’t come and I slipped my phone number into his backpack when he wasn’t looking-”
Suddenly you were grateful for standing right beside a toilet cause you felt the urge to vomit.
“-and he just straight up told me he’s not interested?!”
You heard the other girl, Meg, probably short for Meghan or something but why would you care, sigh. “I’m sorry El, but maybe he’s really just trying to become better than that.”
The crying thankfully stopped and was replaced by a scoff and an exasperated intake of breath. Personally, you’d describe it as overly dramatic but who were you to judge.
As the girls finally departed, leaving behind the remnants of their dramatic exchange, you released a sigh of relief.
After finishing what you came in here for in the first place you left the restroom as well and walked through the hallway on your way to your next class.
And as god, or the devil, or Mother Nature, or something the fuck else wouldn’t have it any other way there he was. Bucky was standing at his locker, taking a look at a pink piece of paper in his hand for only a second before crumpling it in his fist. You could only guess what it was.
He turned to the trash can to throw it in there and when he looked back up he met your gaze. His eyes lit up at seeing you, but nevertheless, you noticed the tired look he wore and couldn’t help but feel kinda bad for him.
Normally when passing Bucky in the hallway you wouldn’t spare him an attention spawn over two seconds but here you were giving him a somewhat genuine smile, a rare display of empathy, which he reciprocated immediately.
Even as you turned the corner and continued on your way, you couldn’t shake the sensation of his eyes lingering on you. You couldn’t suppress the warmth spreading in your stomach.
Bucky stopped asking you to come to his parties. As far as you knew he didn’t even attend them himself anymore. You shared with Wanda what you overheard in the restroom, and after confirming with Pietro, it became clear that Bucky was indeed making some significant changes in his lifestyle.
Bucky Barnes was truly an enigma.
Armed with insider information from Wanda, you learned that Bucky refrained from being seen with any girl for weeks and stopped planning and attending the frat parties. He seemingly even talked about leaving the fraternity altogether.
You don’t know what to do with those information but you did notice a shift yourself. You saw Bucky again two times since you passed him in the hallway a few days ago.
You were walking through the library together with Pietro and Wanda when you saw him sitting there in the far corner with his textbook open and a pencil poised. You stood and drank in the sight of him for a moment. His brows were furrowed deep in concentration and he lightly tapped his pen on his notebook rhythmically. He let his hair grow out a little, wisps falling onto his forehead. He sure as hell was a sight for sore eyes.
As if he picked up on your staring he lifted his head and looked over in your direction. The intensity of Bucky’s gaze sent a jolt through you, causing your heart to race as you hastily averted your eyes, feigning interest in the books on the nearby shelf. Despite your attempt to appear nonchalant, you could feel the warmth of his gaze lingering on you.
Stealing another glance in his direction, finding him still watching you, his soft smile a stark contrast to the cocky grin you were accustomed to. The corners of your mouth lifted ever so slightly without having your consent.
The sudden interruption of Pietro’s arm around your shoulders broke the spell between Bucky and you, snapping him out of his reverie. With a subtle shift in his posture, he straightened his back and lowered his head back to his textbook.
The other time, yesterday, you decided to join Wanda and grab something to eat at the canteen. As you stood in line with Wanda you were the one to feel eyes on you, prompting you to turn and find Bucky’s piercing blue gaze fixed on you.
Your lips curled in a smile and Bucky’s sweet grin in response sent a flutter through your chest.
To your own disappointment, you ended up sitting with your back to him throughout eating, though you pushed it aside.
****
It was a long day.
You had a shift at the café this morning and then went straight to Uni where you dragged yourself through your classes of the day. It was already starting to get dark when you walked around campus to get to your bus station.
This was your routine on Wednesdays but something felt weird. There was a shiver creeping up your spine and you tightened your coat around yourself, hugging your waist, as a response to that feeling of unease.
“Hey! Girl!”
Your heart dropped at the shout and although it came from behind you, you just knew it was meant for you. Unconsciously you picked up your pace, hugging yourself tighter and scolding yourself for not getting pepper spray.
“Hey, you! I’m talking to you!”
You heard quick footsteps approaching you from behind and let out a gasp as rough fingers grabbed onto your wrist, turning you to the man with that gruff voice.
He was tall. His beard, grizzly and grossly outgrown, held a few drops of whatever might be in the bottle he held in his other hand. His clothes were lumpy and held stains, dark eyes pierced through you.
“I’m sure you’re so kind to give a man some money for cigarettes, little girl, huh?”
You stared at the man in front of you, frozen out of fear. Your heart plummeted in your chest and you felt the hand around your wrist tightening. You swallowed thickly but your throat still felt like sandpaper. You wanted to talk but nothing left your mouth.
“Well if I don’t get money you could always pay me differently,” He licked his lips and his eyes roamed over your body. He got hold of your other wrist and you suppressed a whimper.
You wanted to yell at him to let you go. You wanted to kick him where the sun wouldn’t shine. You wanted to scream for anybody to help you. But you couldn’t. You were frozen in place, your voice lost in your throat.
“Hey!”
Another voice.
“Let her go!”
You knew this voice. It was oddly familiar, but you couldn’t comprehend how you knew it.
There was a figure approaching in long, fast strikes and you wanted to go take a look but the man still standing in front of you grabbed you even tighter, which led to another gasp exiting your lips.
You heard your name called and looked in the direction of the newcomer.
Bucky.
It was Bucky.
Relief flooded your body and you finally were able to take a controlled intake of breath again.
“Do you know this guy?” Bucky's concerned gaze bored into you and you shook your head weakly.
That’s all he needed to turn to the guy still having a hold on your wrists. “You let her go right now!” The dangerously low and calm tone of his voice and the way he was talking to you way softer just seconds before let you shiver and caused your head to spin.
The other guy scoffed and let your wrists fall to take a step back, holding his arms up in a surrendering kind of way. Bucky immediately stepped in front of you. “Relax man, did nothing to that girl!”
“You better want to stay the hell away from her or anyone else. I don’t want to see you here again!” Bucky’s voice was laced with a dark, threatening tone, his stance unwavering as he shielded you from the menacing stranger. Despite the age difference, Bucky’s intimidation factor was undeniable.
Said man scoffed and stumbled away a little. Bucky kept watching him till he was out of sight and turned to you in an instant. Not sure if you were okay to be touched, his hands hovered over your arms as he leaned down to catch your eye, his concern evident in every gesture.
“Hey, Y/n, are you okay?”
Your gaze remained fixated on his collarbone, unable to meet his eyes. Absentmindedly, you rubbed the wrist of your right wrist, where the man had gripped you, feeling the tenderness and likely bruises forming there.
“Doll please look at me!” he pleaded, though you remained stoic, your emotions tightly locked away. His worry was palpable, evident in the furrow of his brows and the hesitant hover of his hands, unsure of how to comfort you.
“Eyes up here sweetheart, please!” His voice was softer than you’ve ever heard. Slowly, almost reluctantly, you lifted your head, allowing your gaze to trail up his face until your eyes met his. There was a hint of panic in his expression, his eyes searching yours with such urgency, that it was almost overwhelming. You felt a lump form in your throat at the raw emotion reflected in his blue orbs.
“That’s it doll! Just like that!” He let out a breath of relief but never took his eyes off of you. He signaled to your wrists without breaking eye contact. “Can I take a look?”
You swallowed thickly, your throat tight with emotion, but you gave a slight nod, granting Bucky permission to inspect your wrists. Gently he took your right hand in his left, lifting your sleeve with the other to reveal the red and purple marks beneath. His touch was featherlight as he trailed his fingertips over your sensitive skin, but when you recoiled slightly, he pulled back immediately, murmuring an apology.
With your eyes trained on your wrist, you felt Bucky's finger under your chin to tilt your head up gently, coaxing you to look at him once more. “I’ve got you doll, okay? He’s gone. It’s alright!” he reassured you, a hint of fury underlying his voice as he recalled the man who caused you harm and left you in this state.
Taking a hesitant hold of your hand once again, Bucky brushed his thumb soothingly over the back, his eyes never leaving yours as he watched you intently.
Despite your curt nod, you found yourself avoiding his gaze once more.
“I know it’s hard sweetheart but I really need you to say something. Need to make sure you’re okay. Can you do that for me?” Bucky’s voice was filled with gentleness, patience, and genuine concern, causing a lump to form in your throat.
Taking a deep breath, you mustered the strength to look at him again, your eyes glazed from the overwhelming emotions consuming you.
“Thank you,” you whispered, your voice barely audible, but Bucky heard you.
He squeezed your hand lightly and rubbed his other hand along your upper arm. “No need to thank me, sweetheart! I’m glad I was there!”
“Me too,” you found yourself saying, unable to hold back the gratitude flooding your heart. It was a miracle that Bucky showed up at the right moment, and you will forever be grateful for his intervention. The thought of what could have happened if he hadn’t been there sent a shiver down your spine.
The corners of his mouth turned up slightly and he watched you with such fondness and adoration, your knees grew weak. You even managed to muster a small smile in return.
You took a deep, shuddering breath in, feeling the awkwardness settling in as you realized you had never been that close to Bucky before. Although you felt surprisingly grounded in his presence, you couldn’t shake the discomfort of the situation.
Releasing his hand, you rubbed your forehead, avoiding his gaze as you tried to find the right words. “Uhm...thank you, Bucky, really, but I think I’m just gonna…,” you trailed off, gesturing towards the bus stop in the near distance.
“Woah hold on now doll! I’m not gonna let you go home alone!” Bucky protested, shaking his head.
“It’s fine Barnes really! I’m just gonna call Wanda or Pietro. Surely one of them can come pick me up,” you didn’t really consider calling them but you’d feel bad for inconveniencing Bucky when he would be at his flat in a few minutes himself.
But Bucky was determined.
“No need to call them. I’ll drive you! Sam has a car and we’re just, like, two minutes away,” he pleaded, gaze so intense, almost forcing you to look away.
You sighed, feeling torn. “That’s really nice but I don’t wanna bother you furthermo-”
“Y/n you’re not bothering me! Never! Now please let me do this. Let me take you home,” he interrupted gently but firmly, his grip on your elbow a reassuring presence. You tried to conceal your lingering stress, but nothing could hide it from him.
“I-I can’t ask you to do that,” you murmured, your eyes shifting.
“I’m the one asking sweetheart. Please let me drive you home.” His eyes were hard to discern in the dim light, but the sincerity and concern in his voice were unmistakable.
With a sigh and a final look at the bus stop, you nodded slowly. “Okay,” you whispered.
A smile spread on Bucky's face and he gently turned the hand on your elbow to the small of your back to lead you to the flat house.
As you approached the building, you recognized it from the brief time you spent at the party. However, without the thumping bass, overpowering smell of alcohol, and chaotic atmosphere, the place appeared surprisingly cozy in the dim light
Never once leaving contact with your back he guided you to a room at the end of the hallway. He knocked on the door softly.
“Took your sweet time man-” a guy - Sam, you assumed him to be - standing in the doorframe, stopped talking upon noticing you. A slow smile curled upon his lips. “Can see why.”
“It’s not how it looks like,” Bucky hissed quickly, talking through his teeth. “Can I borrow your car?”
“Sure, man,” confirmed Sam, reaching for a key from a hook beside the door. “Don’t be too late for class tomorrow,” he added with a wink.
A lump formed in your throat as you grappled with your thoughts. It was natural to assume Bucky would have certain expectations given his reputation. After all, he was known for his past behavior of sleeping around. The transformation he seemingly went through couldn’t happen overnight, after all.
You found it hard to believe that Bucky would take advantage of your vulnerability, especially considering how he came to your rescue during the unsettling encounter just moments before. Yet, despite this reassurance, your mind continued to wrestle with uncertainty, plagued by lingering doubts and fears.
Bucky could feel you tense beside him and shot daggers at Sam even when said guy already disappeared behind the door.
As he walked you to Sam’s car, Bucky held the door open for you, guiding you inside with gentle reassurance. Determined not to leave you alone for too long, he rushed around the front of the car to take the driver’s seat.
During the drive, silence filled the car as you tried to calm your breathing, focusing on the passing scenery outside the window. Your efforts to quell your anxiety were hardly manageable, due to the bouncing of your leg and your trembling hands, fiddling with the fabric of your jacket.
Bucky discreetly stole glances at you as he drove, noticing your nervousness.
15 minutes of driving later, Bucky came to a halt in front of your apartment complex. You unbuckled yourself and before you realized what was going on Bucky opened the door at your side. You didn’t even notice him getting out of the car.
Feeling weak in your knees you got out of the car. Bucky walked you to your door, hands held by his side in case you needed him and his presence offered you a sense of comfort. As you came to a halt in front of your door, you turned your body to him, trying to muster up a smile. You attempted to convey your gratitude although that unease still lingered in your bones.
“Thank you, Barnes! For everything!”
“No need to thank me, Y/n. I’m glad I could help. Will you be okay though?” His concern was genuine, struggling to leave your side.
He looked so hesitant to leave you, it would have been adorable in other circumstances. You felt guilty for entertaining the thought he would take advantage of your situation. You even believed he would be relieved if you asked him to stay with you. You had to admit, the comfort his presence gave you was easing your anxiety, though you couldn’t ask him to stay.
You conjured up a smile. “I’ll be fine,” you assured him, unlocking your door. Bucky stayed rooted on the spot, returning an unsure smile, looking torn. “I’m gonna be okay, really! Get home safe, Barnes.”
Bucky cleared his throat, evading his eyes for a moment and taking a reluctant step backward, but he remained turned to you. After exchanging a quick goodbye you disappeared behind your door.
Bucky watched you climb the stairs through the small window in the door, his gaze unwavering even as the hallway inside turned dark again. He remained rooted outside, his thoughts consumed by concern for your well-being.
Bucky couldn’t shake the desire to talk to you again, especially since that night at the party. He tried so hard to muster up the courage, never having a problem in that department before, but he was a nervous wreck. Now, in an unexpected turn of events he did get to talk to you again, however, he despised how it had unfolded. Seeing you struggle to hold back tears, desperately trying not to break down in front of him, pained him deeply. It hurt to witness your shock, pleading with you to snap out of your state.
The thought of what could have happened if he hadn’t returned, if he hadn’t forgotten his notebook, made him feel sick to his stomach. The mere idea of leaving you to face that situation alone was unbearable to him. Now leaving you alone so shaken felt inherently wrong in any sense, but he acknowledged he didn’t know you well enough to override your request that you would be fine. His instincts urged him to stay but he had to respect your words and your space.
Bucky seethed at the thought of Sam insinuating that he would use you in such a way. Sure, Sam didn’t know what happened to you and it wasn’t his fault Bucky had a reputation like that, but somehow it made him angry. You meant more to him than that. The mere suggestion of exploiting you for his own gain left a bitter taste in his mouth, and he silently vowed to prove Sam wrong by showing you the genuine depth of his feelings and intentions.
Girls constantly approached Bucky, attempting to touch him in the hallways or slipping their phone numbers into his locker, backpack, or books. Just the other day, a particularly bold girl even tried to write her number on his hand. Although she didn’t succeed, Bucky found himself standing in front of the sink for a while, scrubbing at his hand to erase any trace of her advances.
Bucky knew that he was viewed as nothing more than a means for physical pleasure. And he was okay with that, for an embarrassingly long time. The idea of being in a committed relationship and facing the responsibilities that came with it used to repulse him. His desires were simple - a brief encounter with no strings attached, followed by a swift departure, leaving no room for emotional entanglements. At a certain time, one smirk of a pretty girl was enough to jump into bed with her.
You were pretty too. Beautiful even. He acknowledged that day one. But never did he consider reducing you to a mere physical encounter. He noticed you in the hallways and felt intrigued, contemplating flirting with you just like he did with all the other girls. However, there was something different about you. He felt nervous around you, realizing that he cared about your opinion of him more than he cared to admit. He was strangely exhilarated at finding out you would share a class in second semester, trying to find a way to build some kind of connection with you.
That night, as you expressed your disinterest in frat parties, he felt the pull you had on him, without even knowing you well. The alcohol at the party suddenly tasted sour, the air felt stifling, the crowd too dense, the music too deafening, and the girls vying for his attention became an unwelcome intrusion. Their advances left him feeling an overwhelming sense of distress.
He found himself longing to leave his old reputation behind. He wanted something meaningful, something real, and the only person he could imagine it being with was you.
But right now?
Bucky’s heart sank as he got back to Sam’s car, feeling the strong urge to stay with you and ensure your safety. Sitting in front of the steering wheel and staring at your building, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he should be by your side.
You got stuck in your head after examining your bruised wrists and trying to cool down the swelling with an ice pack. Before your panic attack rendered you useless to do anything you managed to call Wanda and she talked you through it. You stayed on the phone with her until you fell asleep.
****
As you woke up, a familiar sense of unease settled over you, accompanied by trembling hands and a racing heart. The thought of facing another day filled with potential triggers made you hesitate. You did want to attend class, unfortunately though the looming threat of another panic attack weighed heavily on your mind. With a sigh, you made the decision to prioritize your well-being and called in sick, sending a text to Wanda to let her know.
As said girl joined you later, bearing notes and takeout, you found solace in her company on your small couch, eating and talking.
“So uhm,” Wanda began, seemingly nonchalant, but you knew her better than that, ears perking up. “I wasn’t sure if I should tell you but after Science class, I met Bucky waiting outside the hall. He was looking for you.”
Your chewing slowed as you processed her words, eyebrows knitting together, looking at her.
“He came up to me, to ask where you were and if you were okay.”
You swallowed, a wave of panic surged within you. “You didn’t tell him-”
“No! No, of course not,” she interjected you hastily, words tumbling over each other in her haste to reassure you. “I just told him you weren’t feeling well and called in sick but I don’t think he really bought that.” Her smile was sympathetic.
Your appetite forgotten you let your fork clatter into the plastic container, your forehead finding its way to the backside of the couch with a groan of frustration.
Wanda’s light chuckle broke through your troubled thoughts. “He also asked me for your number,” she revealed, her tone surprisingly casual given the weight of her words.
“What?” Your head snapped up, eyes widening in disbelief.
“Didn’t give it to him, don’t worry, though I kinda felt bad for the guy. He looked miserable.” Her voice tinged with sympathy.
Taking a deep breath, you attempted to calm the whirlwind of emotions swirling within you. Gratitude mingled with apprehension as you recalled Bucky’s unexpected kindness during yesterday’s ordeal. You remembered how his proximity seemed to ground you, warmth spreading through your body at the comfort he provided. You could still feel the lingering sensation of his hand on your back, even a day later. And yet, the intensity of those feelings scared you, threatening to unravel the carefully constructed walls you had built around your heart.
“Hey,” Wanda called out softly, her words carrying a gentle insistence. “He genuinely seemed worried. And I’m not trying to get you to befriend him or whatever but…he really is a nice guy, Y/n.”
Your gaze was fixed on Wanda, contemplation furrowing your brow.
“Listen, I don’t know what your problem is with Bucky, but-” she gave you a careful glance, “-if I’m being honest, I don’t think you know it either sweetie.”
Wanda’s words resonated with a truth you had been reluctant to acknowledge. Bucky’s genuine concern had managed to pierce through the barriers you had erected, leaving you grappling with conflicting emotions. Why did you hold onto this grudge so tightly? Was it merely a shield against vulnerability?
As you reflected on Bucky’s actions, a sense of clarity washed over you. There was truly no valid reason to hold onto the grudge you had harbored against him. He truly had consistently shown kindness and concern towards you.
Recalling the instances where he had gone out of his way to make you comfortable, a wave of gratitude washed over you. From saving you a seat in class to rescuing you from a precarious situation with a homeless man to checking in on your well-being through Wanda, Bucky had proven himself to be a decent and caring person.
With a newfound perspective, you realized that perhaps it was time to give him a change.
****
The bus was late, as usual. Today, though, you couldn’t summon the energy to care. Your mind was still swirling with thoughts, and fatigue weighed heavily on you.
Wanda saved you a seat in class, checking in on you again and although you felt way better than yesterday, you couldn’t concentrate. The voice of your professor was merely a blurred murmur in the back of your mind.
With some time to kill before your next class, you and Wanda decided to grab a coffee. However, you barely made it out of your lecture hall before hearing your name called.
Heaving a sigh, you turned around and came face to face with an approaching Bucky.
He came to a halt, looking a little sheepish now that he was standing in front of you. With his hands stuffed in his pockets, and his hair a little disheveled, he cleared his throat, seemingly unsure of where to begin.
“I’ll head out already, Y/n. Take your time.” Wanda spoke up, giving you a quick hug before passing by Bucky and throwing you a wink over her shoulder.
Bucky cleared his throat again, shuffling on his feet a little before meeting your eyes. “So, uhm, are you okay?”
A soft smile tugged at the corners of your mouth, touched by his concern. “I’m fine,” you assured him, fidgeting with your fingers. “Thank you, again!” You added quietly.
He waved away your gratitude with a casual gesture. “No need to thank me doll. I’m glad I could help.”
He smiled softly, biting his lip, though there was a hint of something more in his expression. Sensing he still had something on his mind, trying to figure out how to say it, you remained silent.
“Listen, uh...,” he began, clenching his jaw and avoiding eye contact. “I wanted to apologize for…well for being pushy about the parties and all. Shouldn’t have bothered you like that.”
You blinked, taken aback by his unexpected apology. “Oh, uhm…it’s okay Barnes, really.”
He shook his head, letting out a breath. “Nah, it’s not. This isn’t your scene, should have respected that.” He opened his mouth again but closed it right after, swallowing.
“Don’t worry about it Barnes, it’s alright, seriously.” A tinge of disappointment lingered within you. The realization hit you, that without his invitations to parties, he might not seek you out as often. He only ever did, when asking you to come to his parties. So it would mean he might not annoyingly interrupt you in class, or approach you on campus anymore. You scolded yourself for feeling that way but you somehow didn’t want to lose that.
Needing to take hold of your thoughts, you wanted to get away from here. Your lips curled in a smile. “Alright, uhm, Wanda’s probably waiting for me so-” You were about to turn away but Bucky called your name again.
“Hey, uh-” he seemed nervous, his voice wavering slightly and he cleared his throat, a hand coming up to run through his hair. “You could always come to me - I mean, the frat - when you’re here late. I can always drive you again. Make sure you get home safe.”
He felt bad for bringing up the topic again, but he wanted you to know that he genuinely cared and would feel better if you reached out to him. He would gladly drive you home again, hoping you’d consider taking him up on his offer.
Surprised once more, you blinked at him, processing his offer. You mustered up a smile. “That’s nice, really Barnes, but I think I’ll be okay.”
“Alright, well, just know that I’ll be there if you change your mind,” Bucky replied, his tone sincere, expression soft.
You smiled again, nodded, and bid him goodbye.
Reflecting on the interaction, you couldn’t help but agree with Wanda. Bucky Barnes was a decent guy, held back by his reputation.
****
Sunlight streamed through the windows of the library, casting warm beams that danced upon the wooden tables and bookshelves. It was a stark contrast to the earlier rain, which had cloaked the world outside in a shroud of grey.
The faint whispers of fellow students, the gentle rustle of pages, and the occasional creak of wooden chairs created a soothing ambiance while you browsed through your textbook.
A groan from beside you, however, interrupted that. You lifted your head, diverting your attention to your friend sitting beside you.
“Why is all the information so scattered? Can’t find shit for this stupid paper.” Wanda exclaimed, her brow furrowed in frustration as she stared at her laptop screen.
As you chuckled and leaned in to help Wanda navigate through the vast sea of information on the internet, a sudden gust of wind sent a shiver down your spine, causing you to instinctively turn your head towards the entrance of the library. In walked Bucky, accompanied by the familiar figure of Sam. You quickly averted your gaze, not wanting to be caught staring.
In the two weeks since your conversation, there had been a palpable change in the air whenever Bucky and you crossed paths. And that was a lot. You haven’t necessarily exchanged words but you grew more enthusiastic when seeing him, sending a smile his way, which he reciprocated immediately.
You were sitting in a café last week, nursing a latte, while having light conversation with Wanda and Pietro, as you recognized Bucky standing at the counter. Without thinking you lifted your hand and waved at him when he looked in your direction. His face lit up, crinkles forming at the corners of his eyes as he smiled and eagerly waved back. He seemed to contemplate walking over to you, your hopes rising for a second, but his name called by the barista snapped his head away from you. After getting his coffee he sent another smile your way but left the café. Wanda and Pietro wasted no time in teasing you mercilessly after he was out of sight. The blush on your cheeks evidence of your embarrassment.
“God, this is getting ridiculous,” Wanda scoffed, amusement lacing her features. You turned to her, a hint of confusion littering your features, oblivious to what she was referring to. She nodded subtly to the side, her attention still fixed on her laptop screen. Following her nod, you spotted Bucky and Sam standing in the near distance, both seemingly focused in your direction.
Sam's face lit up with a mischievous grin and he started walking toward you girls, clapping Bucky on the back. Bucky looked visibly distressed, running a hand through his hair, before following behind.
Sam took a seat in front of Wanda and you, his toothy smile lighting up his face. “Ladies,” he acknowledged playfully.
Wanda laughed, continuing to type on her laptop. “What do you want Wilson?” she asked teasingly.
Sam leaned back in his chair, his grin widening. “Just wanted to say hi,” he replied casually, shrugging his shoulders.
Meanwhile, Bucky took a seat next to Sam, looking a little awkward. He shuffled a little, leaning his elbows onto the table.
“Well hi, then,” Wanda said, finally looking up.
As Sam and Wanda dove into a discussion about their research papers, exchanging ideas and sharing insights, Bucky and you found yourselves stealing glances at each other.
There was a warmth in Bucky’s eyes, a softness you still were trying to get accustomed to. You felt a flutter of excitement in your chest, you didn’t even try to suppress.
Bucky cleared his throat, looking solely at you. “What’s your paper about?” he asked, his voice gentle yet filled with curiosity.
You smiled, grateful for the new opportunity to engage him in conversation. “I’m researching the impact of technology on interpersonal relationships,” you replied, the initial awkwardness fading away.
Bucky nodded, his interest piqued. With that you delved into a light conversation, discussing your topic in more detail, diving into the various aspects you were exploring and the questions you hoped to answer. Bucky’s gaze never wavered, his attention fully captivated by your words. You noticed that whenever you tried to turn the conversation back to him, Bucky seemed more interested in talking about you.
As the conversation between Bucky and you flowed effortlessly, you found yourselves delving into deeper topics. Bucky’s genuine curiosity about you as a person was evident, and you felt a surge of warmth spreading throughout your body at his interest in getting to know you better. He asked about your hobbies, your favorite books, your dreams for the future - anything and everything he could think of to get to know you better. A spark elicited in Bucky’s eyes at some point, as if he found something in your words that resonated with him on a deeper level.
It felt like you talked to Bucky for hours though it couldn’t have been more than half an hour. The presence of Wanda and Sam had long faded into the background, as Bucky and you connected. To your disappointment, Sam and Bucky had another class and bid you girls goodbye, wishing you good luck with your papers furthermore.
Wanda held her mouth after they left but the knowing smirk in her glance spoke volumes.
****
Weeks passed in a blissful blur. Your encounters with Bucky on campus evolved into something more than just brief exchanges. Conversations became the norm, each one stretching longer than the last, until you found yourself losing track of time altogether, arriving late to class oftentimes. Whenever your schedules allowed it, Wanda and you would meet up with Bucky and Sam to grab some coffee.
The soft smiles filled with adoration that Bucky sent your way didn’t go unnoticed, even when he thought you weren’t looking. You also noticed the little gestures, the quick hugs, he never seemed to pull away from fist, the hover of his hand over your back when walking around campus with you. He pulled you closer to his side a few days ago, his hand gently gripping the sleeve of your jacket as you navigated through the crowded hallway. Your heart skipped a beat at that.
And then there were moments when he seemed on the verge of saying something before parting ways, his lips parting as if he wanted to speak his mind, but then thinking better of it and closing his mouth with a clear of his throat and a hand running through his brown locks. His former cockiness seemed to have given way to a newfound shyness. He was holding back, afraid to cross some invisible line but you didn’t know how to approach him on that.
You also didn’t know if you eventually could cross a line at this moment. Darkness enveloped the campus, casting eerie shadows that danced in the dim light of the flickering lampposts. Wanda and Pietro were out of town and you decided to stay a little longer and finish up your notes. A bad move on your part.
The once bustling grounds now lay deserted, devoid of the usual throngs of students. A sense of unease settled in the pit of your stomach, gnawing at you with every step. The silence was deafening, broken only by the occasional rustle of leaves in the wind or the distant hum of a passing car. Every shadow seemed to hold a hidden threat, every rustle of the wind a whisper of danger.
You were thinking about the offer Bucky had made you a few weeks ago to go by his flat and let him drive you home again. You considered going to him but although he had made you that offer you didn’t want to inconvenience him. And just walking to his flat and asking him to drive you home? It seemed weird. But as your anxiety intensified and your hands started to tremble, you found yourself walking towards his flat on autopilot. The memory of your previous panic attack loomed large in your mind, threatening to engulf you once again.
There was a guy standing in the doorway with a cigarette in hand. You were approaching cautiously, not sure if this was a good idea.
“Hey, you lost?”
The sound of the stranger’s voice jolted you out of your anxious reverie, pulling you back to the present, momentarily breaking the spell of fear that had gripped you.
You took a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves as you responded. “Uhm, actually I wanted...to Bucky.” Your voice wavered slightly, betraying the uncertainty that still lingered within you.
The stranger raised an eyebrow, eyeing you curiously as he took a drag from his cigarette. “Huh,” he muttered, looking you up and down. “Guy hasn’t had a girl over in weeks.”
You cleared your throat, too caught up in your own anxious thoughts to care about the stranger’s assumptions.
“Well, is he here?”
He nodded, a sly smirk forming on his lips. “Up the stairs, last door to the left,” he replied, gesturing vaguely in the direction of the staircase.
With a weak “thank you” you stepped past him and walked up the stairs, your heart pounding in your chest.
You stood in front of his door, staring at it long enough to notice the cracks in the woods, marring it’s surface, splinters standing out. Your lip was held in a death grip, teeth biting down on it. With a hesitant breath, you finally mustered up the courage to give the door a soft knock, the sound echoing faintly in the empty hallway. As you withdrew your hand you hid the shakiness in the folds of your sleeves.
There was a groan on the other side of the door, as response to your knock. A lump burned in your throat and you played with the thought to just bold out of that house again when you heard the doorknob turning.
“Sam, come on man-” Bucky stopped talking abruptly upon seeing you. His eyes grew wide, eyebrows shooting up, surprise clear as day upon his face.
“Y/n? I-Wow, uh, I didn’t expect you here,” Bucky stammered, shuffling on his feet with his hand running through his disheveled hair in a futile attempt to compose himself. If your mind wouldn’t have been occupied with other things right now you would have found him adorable with his crinkled shirt loosely hugging his frame and hanging over some dark sweatpants, his unruly hair and flushed cheeks. But all you could do was swallow that burning sensation in your throat.
“Uhm,” you choked out, looking at you feet. “I-I’m sorry for bothering you, I just…I didn’t-”
“Hey, hey, doll, it’s alright,” he met you in the hallway, a hand coming up to your upper arm in a sense of urgency. He hooked his finger under your chin to lift your head. You met his eyes, your heart leaving your chest altogether. His face was twisted in worry, brows furrowed deeply, eyes so focused on you, the intensity of it washed over you like a wave. Your breaths still came in too elated, heart beating erratically. “Take some deep breaths for me sweetheart, follow my lead, come on.” He urged you softly.
With Bucky’s guidance, you focused on your breathing, drawing in slow, steady inhalations and exhaling the tension that had taken hold of your body. His thumb continued to trace soothing circles on his skin. As you followed Bucky’s lead, the erratic beat of your heart gradually slowed to a more steady rhythm.
“Atta girl, that’s it!” he whispered, rubbing his other hand up and down your arm. He nodded at you to keep breathing, eyes so intense it was the only thing you could focus on.
Standing directly in front of you and focusing on your eyes, he let your chin up to gently grab your other arm. “You wanna tell me what happened?” His low and gentle tone soothing you.
You took a deep breath, feeling ridiculous out of a sudden to stand here and burden him. “I-My bus didn’t come and-and I don’t know, I got scared I guess and…God I’m sorry Bucky I shouldn’t have come I-”
“Hold on a sec doll,” he interjected, brows pulled together further, concern dripping from his words. “You stayed on campus until now?” A confirming but weak nod of you let Bucky heave a breath. “There’s no need to apologize, sweetheart, I told you you could come, didn’t I? And god help me, I’m glad you did.”
He looked pained to some extent, but mustered up a warm smile. You bit the inside of your cheek, eyes still shifting with uncertainty and your hands were still secured in your sleeves, the nagging thought that you were burdening him still lingering at the back of your mind. Your tense posture didn’t go unnoticed by Bucky and he pulled you in his embrace, engulfing you in a warm hug. He never hugged you like that before but with the way his arms around you tightened and he leaned his head against yours, he supposedly wanted to.
As Bucky held you close, his warm breath tickling your ear and sending shivers down your spine, he whispered words of comfort and reassurance that washed over you like a gentle breeze. You couldn’t quite make out what he was saying, all you could do was melt into his embrace and let the soothing cadence of his voice and the tenderness in his touch ease the knots of anxiety that had gripped your chest.
Bucky withdrew slightly to look at you again, his gaze filled with affection and tenderness. “You want me to drive you home, doll?” he whispered, maintaining the close proximity you two harbored.
As you pondered his question, conflicted emotions swirled within you. Initially, you had sought Bucky out precisely for this reason - to ask for a ride home. But now, something had shifted. The idea of being dropped off alone at home felt less appealing. Wanda and Pietro were likely unavailable, and you hesitated to inconvenience anyone else. Yet, the thought of being alone right now was equally unsettling.
Sensing your hesitation, Bucky gently lifted your head again with his finger under your chin, guiding your gaze to meet his. There was a soft smile you came face to face with. “Sam’s not here for tonight…Do you wanna stay? It’s just us.”
The offer was tempting, but you couldn’t shake the worry of being a bother. “That’s nice Bucky, but I-I don’t want to intrude,” you murmured, matching his quiet tone.
“You’d never intrude, sweetheart! Don’t ever worry about that, alright?” His hand found its way to the small of your back, guiding you into his room.
You settled on his bed as he led you there and couldn’t help but steal a glance around the room. It was surprisingly tidy, save for a small pile of clothes scattered on the floor. Overall, the atmosphere felt organized and put together. Your eyes drifted to his desk - again, neatly arranged - where a framed picture caught your attention. In it was a clearly younger Bucky, with chubby cheeks and a toothy grin. Standing behind him was a man who bore a striking resemblance to him, his father you guessed. A woman was beside him, dark hair in a bun atop her head and a radiant smile, presumably his mother. Cradled in the woman’s arms was a little girl, short brunette hair a little disheveled, and with a pacifier in her mouth but a joyful grin on her face.
A soft smile tugged at your lips as you took in the sight of his family. While Bucky had mentioned having a sister during your conversation in the library a few weeks ago, he had never shown you pictures before.
Bucky entered your field of vision, settling down beside you with a glass of water in hand. He held it out to you and you thanked him gratefully, taking a sip.
You felt Bucky shifting beside you, wiping his hands on his sweatpants, betraying his nervousness. “Do you-” His voice was raspy and he cleared his throat, starting again, “Do you need anything? Are you hungry? Can I get you something?”
You huffed out a laugh, throwing him a grateful smile. “I’m good, Bucky, thank you!”
A hesitant hand came to rest on your knee. “You let me know if there’s something, alright?”
“Will do, Buck!”
He gave you a look. “I mean it, doll!”
You chuckled, being surprised by how easily Bucky managed to ground you, getting you out of your nervous spiraling. “I know, Barnes.”
Bucky watched you, own lips curled in a soft smile. You returned his gaze, warmth spreading through you at the sparkle in his eyes. His hand remained secure on your knee, his thumb tracing gentle circles on your jeans, a gesture that made you yearn for his touch on your skin instead. The amount of adoration twinkling in his gaze made you weak. Seconds ticked by and you still were looking at each other. There was something in his blue speckles that couldn’t bring yourself to look anywhere else. A magnetic pull you were drawn to, holding you captive. You noticed his blues flicker down to your lips for a brief moment, and in response, your own eyes permitted themselves to wander to his. The movement of his thumb stilled on your leg, his hand laying flat and you could feel him leaning in.
Bucky often found himself lost in thoughts about kissing you. When the urge washed over him he imagined leaning in and capturing your lips with his own. But he had always held back, hesitant to take that final step without knowing if you wanted it too.
One time, when you two were walking together through campus, the wind was relentless, whipping your hair around your face as you tried in vain to tame it. Despite your efforts though, the wind was hard to go against and after the fifth failed attempt at trying to tame your hair, you started laughing, Bucky joining in. As he watched you, your hair obscuring your view, he couldn’t help the warmth swelling in his heart, the fondness that made his smile ache in his cheeks at the sight of your laughter. He found himself wishing to pull you close, to gently brush the strands of hair away from your face, and to kiss you with all the pent-up longing he felt. In that moment, all he wanted was to express the depth of his feelings for you in a kiss that would leave you breathless.
He often daydreamed about kissing you in the library. Surrounded by the soft glow of sunlight streaming through the windows, you sat immersed in your studies, your face illuminated by the gentle light. You looked so beautiful, all he could do was admire you. If only you had lifted your head from your notebook, you would have seen the adoring smile that graced his lips. He longed to express his affection for you in the form of a tender kiss, holding you close and sharing a moment of intimacy amidst the quiet serenity of the library. But he couldn’t do that, so he took the chance and admired you from afar.
But the one time he almost really did it was the time you called him ‘Bucky’ for the first time.
You sit in your usual café, nursing a large cup of coffee, the rich aroma wafting up to greet you with each sip. Bucky is seated in front of you, idly fiddling with the sugar packages stored in a box on the table. Your notebook lies open in front of you, pages filled with scribbled notes from your recent class.
After class, Bucky had caught up with you, asking what you were up to. You had mentioned grabbing a coffee and finishing up some notes, and he had decided to tag along. However, as you now sit together in the cozy café, it seems Bucky isn’t entirely pleased with the lack of attention you’re giving him, his relentlessness evident as he fidgets with the sugar packets in front of him.
He grumpily rearranges the sugar packages for the fourth time, his irritation palpable as you remain engrossed in your writing. You hear the crinkle of a sugar packet being opened.
“I don’t need any more sugar in my coffee, Barnes,” you warn him teasingly, without lifting your head from your notebook.
“Everyone needs a little sweetness in their life, doll!” he retorts with a knowing grin, tossing you a wink as you glance back at him. With a mischievous smirk, he lets the sugar cascade into your cup.
“Whatever you say,” you reply with a laugh in your breath, shaking your head in amusement before returning your focus to your notes.
You hear him open another package and let out a sigh. “You better not do that,” you warn again, eyes not lifting.
Another rip of a sugar packet catches your attention, and you perk up to see Bucky holding both open packages over your cup, letting the sugar pour in.
“Bucky!” you exclaim, the volume of your voice drawing glances from other café patrons, but you’re too focused on the playful banter to acknowledge them. “God, I can’t believe you did that,” you groan, pulling your cup closer to your side, in mock exasperation.
As your gaze locks with his, you’re prepared to scold him further but the look on his face catches you off guard. His eyes are wide, mouth agape, morphing into a beaming smile, white teeth on display.
Your eyebrows shoot up in confusion. “What?”
“Thought I’d never get to hear you say it, doll,” Bucky laughs out, eyes sparking.
“What did I say?” you ask, puzzled by his reaction.
He leans forward, elbows resting on the table while his eyes remain fixed on you. That beaming smile is still plastered on his face, and his blue orbs seem to glow with amusement, sparking brighter than usual.
“You called me Bucky,” he points out, his voice tings with delight.
You took a deep breath in, regretting your slip-up. “Shit, I guess I did.”
Bucky now crosses his arms over his chest, leaning against the back of his seat. He doesn’t seem able to stop the smile on his face. “If all it took was to annoy you then Imma keep doing that from now on,” he declared with a playful glint in his eyes.
Head in your hands you let out a groan. Bucky barks out a laugh in front of you and you reluctantly lift your head to look at him. You point a finger at him. “I’ll keep calling you Bucky, if you stop being annoying!” you propose, trying to stay serious but not being able to stop the corners of your mouth from lifting.
“Can’t say no to that,” Bucky conceded, smile growing fond, affection radiating from him in waves.
He never stopped annoying you but you kept calling him Bucky.
But now, as he sat in front of you, his hand resting on your leg, Bucky felt the familiar urge resurface. You were in his room, smiling at him, looking so beautiful, it took his breath away. Yet, despite the overwhelming desire, he knew he would never take that final step without your explicit consent, considering the circumstances you were here right now. Your state earlier left him uneasy and a nagging guilt was gnawing within him, thinking about that night he had driven you home and then left you alone that shaken. So he needed you to want this, to be sure you were okay. He felt sick at the thought of taking advantage of you in any way.
Thus, he did lean in but didn’t go further than a few inches, giving you the opportunity to make the next move or the space to show him you weren’t ready for that.
Your eyes darted to his lips once more, leaning in yourself. Your foreheads touched after some moments, noses brushing and you saw Bucky’s eyes flutter close, still not moving further. You took a few seconds before closing the gap and pressing your lips to his. Bucky let out a breath through his nose, slowly moving his lips in sync with yours. Again, he let you lead the kiss. His other hand made his way up to your face, the gentle touch of his fingertips brushing over your skin before tenderly cradling your cheek.
Eventually, you pulled away, opening your eyes but staying close to his face. Your hazy smile mirrored his, and he pulled your head back slowly, pressing a kiss to your forehead before looking back at you, fondness clear on his features. “Are you okay?” he whispered, his fingers still caressing your cheek as his intense eyes locked on yours.
You nodded, your voice barely above a whisper as you held his gaze. “Yeah.”
After a few tender moments of loving touches and whispered assurances, Bucky handed you a change of clothes and let you use the bathroom.
Emerging from the bathroom, you were now dressed in a pair of his black shorts and a shirt, the fabric enveloping you in Bucky’s comforting scent. It made your stomach do flips, feeling at ease. A soft smile graced your lips as you took in the familiar aroma.
“I got another blanket, in case you got cold…,” he trailed off as he caught sight of you. His eyes swept up and down your figure, admiring how his clothes draped over your form. Though you couldn’t quite read his expression, the slight blush coloring his cheeks was enough to make you smile sheepishly in response. Bucky cleared his throat - he did that a lot around you - and turned away a little, composing himself.
There wasn’t much space in his bed you recognized as you settled in, but somehow you didn’t mind that much. Bucky sat down on the bed, looking troubled.
“Buck? Something wrong?”
Bucky took a breath, shaking his head slightly. “No,” he breathed out, an inner turmoil in his eyes, “I just…I can sleep in Sams’ bed. Maybe tha-”
“Hey,” you interrupted him softly, “I don’t mind Bucky, really! We can share.” He didn’t look convinced so you sat up straighter and heaved a breath, trying again. “And it would make me feel better,” you admitted quietly.
That did him in, breathing out a sigh and settling in beside you. Though he relented, he still was tense beside you, his muscles stiff. His shoulders were touching yours, so he felt you starting to shiver a little. His head snapped to you in an instant.
“Are you cold? Let me get another blan-” Bucky began, already halfway off the bed before you interrupted him once more.
“Hold on! I…uhm,” you hesitated, searching for the right words to express your request, “Could you maybe…cuddle me?” You fiddled with your fingers, a little nervous about how he would react.
To your relief, you heard him shuffle towards you, and soon you felt his arm wrapping around you. You smiled and turned, positioning your back against his chest. His other arm moved hesitantly under your pillow, enveloping you in a comforting embrace. With Bucky’s presence surrounding you, you felt a sense of security wash over you, easing any lingering nerves.
“Like that?” he breathed in your hair, a whisper so full of emotion.
“Yeah,” you breathed back, a sense of gratitude washing over you, “Thank you!” It wasn’t just a thank you for holding you in that moment; it was a thank you for everything he had done for you. It was a thank you for pulling you out of your anxiety - for saving you from a panic attack you surely would have endured if it wasn’t for him. It was a thank you for him offering his comfort and support in so many ways. And it was a thank you for inviting you to his many parties because although you never really went, it was the foundation of your current relationship.
And he knew. He knew the depth of your gratitude, the depth of your feelings. Because he had learned to read and understand you. Because he had learned to love you. And he would tell you when he thought you were ready to hear it. For now, all he could do was hold you close, squeeze you just a little tighter, and silently convey his unwavering support and profound affection.
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Chapter 12 - So This Is Christmas (WAR IS OVER)
Guys I finally did it! This fic is officially over 10k words and this is my Christmas gift to you all! So please, sit back - relax - and enjoy this Christmas Special!
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You looked around the paddock as everyone packed away the motor homes. You had only been in this Formula 1 life for less than a month, but you wouldn’t change it for the world. A sigh escaped your lips as you peered into the Red Bull garage. Mechanics, engineers, and strategists alike were all celebrating a season well done. You guessed that after this they were all ready to head back to their homes to see their families and get ready for the winter break.
You really wondered what that was going to be like: to go home and have someone waiting for you. Your hands gripped your backpack a little tighter as you thought about your empty and small apartment back in Nice. It would probably greet you with that damp air that seemed to cling to the walls and another drippy faucet. Your heart ached at the thought.
You slowly walked back inside, trying to find Max so that you could say goodbye until you’d see him again at pre-season testing. Your eyes found him and Kelly quietly talking in the back. Not wanting to interrupt them, you quickly averted your gaze to someone else. Mitch’s brown eyes caught your attention and you made your way over to her.
“Hi Mitch,” you smiled, hands still gripping your backpack straps.
Her eyebrows raised in confusion, “I thought you left already?”
You looked down, almost in embarrassment. “I think I just don’t want to leave without saying goodbye.” Your hand gestured to the couple in the corner, who were now joined by Christian.
“Ah, well I would have been sad if you didn’t say goodbye to me.”
Your face lit up at the sight of her open arms. As you stepped in, the tenseness in your body practically melted away. You sighed as Mitch squeezed you a little tighter.
“Do you have any fun plans for the break?” she mumbled into your hair before stepping away. You grimaced at the thought of having no plans.
“Uh, I think I’m going to finish this show I’ve been binging,” you said, cringing at your own uncertainty. Because in reality, you really had no clue what you were going to do.
Mitch’s eyebrows pinched. She opened her mouth to say something, but was interrupted by Christian, Max, and Kelly joining your little group. The corners of your mouth tilted up by their arrival.
Christian had an amused look on his face.
Mitch turned to the boss. “What has you so jolly?”
He let out a laugh before speaking, “Gerri and I are taking a cruise for Christmas to get out of the colder weather that is about to hit.” He shivered dramatically, making you laugh.
“Ah,” she turned to Max and Kelly. “Do you two have anything fun planned for the break?”
Kelly spoke up first, “We’re going to be spending it with Max in Monaco. Penelope really likes the area and I think it would be nice to have everyone there.”
Max followed, “My sister and mom are planning to come over for Christmas evening. Her kids are super cute.”
“I think P is just happy to celebrate Christmas and find a tree as soon as possible. I’m glad she’s not scared of Santa like she was last year,” Kelly confessed.
As you listened, you heart squeezed just a bit more. What you would give to decorate a tree for the first time ever or stay up late trying to catch the big man in the red suit. Kelly then turned to Mitch.
“What do you have planned?”
Mitch shot you a glance before responding, “I’m going up to my parents to spend it with my family. Lots of cute nieces and nephews to run around and keep me busy.”
Christian seemed to finally take notice of you. “And what about you kid?”
All eyes were now on you. You gulped, honestly not wanting to share your less than mediocre plans for the break.
“Uh, there was this show I was planning to finish?” Your shoulders raised as the pitch raised in your voice as well, trying to hide your nervousness.
Kelly’s head cocked to the side, “Anything else?”
Your eyes widened. Oh how you wished that they would just let it go. You shifted your balance from foot to foot.
You sighed before confessing, “Nope. That’s it.”
If you could live in one TikTok sound at this moment, it would be the frantic lyrics from Taylor Swift, “Horrified looks from everyone in the room.” Your cheeks heated at the impending embarrassment that you had found yourself in.
Wanting to get out of there swiftly (pun-intended), your lips poured out, “So I need to catch a flight and I think my Uber is here. I will see all of you for pre-season testing.”
You turned to leave, but not without forgetting to also say, “And I hope you all have a good Christmas.” Your feet took you far and quickly away from the four, who were now looking at you with sad eyes.
Max’s eyes longing gazed at your fleeing figure. He really thought that you two were getting close enough for you to share what you were thinking, and not having to lie about things. Kelly’s hand found the lower area of his back to share some comfort.
Mitch was the first one to speak up, “I think she’s spending the break alone.”
“Surely not. Must have private family plans with her parents,” Max quipped, not liking the thought of you being alone.
Christian had a guilty look on his face, before his hand ran down it. “Vito didn’t want us to tell you,” he trailed off.
Max’s face spun toward the older Brit.
“Tell me what?” he almost demanded.
Mitch shared a look to Christian before spilling, “Y/n’s parents disowned her in the beginning 2019. She’s been living alone since that season of F3 finished later that year.” Her eyes focused on the cold, concrete flooring of the garage.
A long sigh escaped Max’s lips at the revelation. His fists tightened at his sides. He did the math in his head. Four years.
You had been alone, by yourself, on your own, for four years. You hadn’t talked about your godfather, so Max didn’t even know if he was still in the picture. You could talk to him about that when you were ready.
He whispered, “She was fifteen right? Her birthday is later in the year.”
“Yeah,” Mitch matched his tone.
Max found Kelly’s eyes, silently communicating all of his thoughts and emotions. He was never good about verbal communications, but eyes are the window to the soul, right?
A slight nod of her head gave everything that Max needed.
Mitch broke the silence once again, “I think Arthur has been asking her to join his family for Christmas evening. I’ll send him or Charles a text describing the situation so that they can really try to convince her.”
Christian nodded and spoke, “That sounds like a good plan. Max, I’m guessing you have a plan?”
Max nodded before stepping away from the group, heading in the direction where you took off. Kelly stayed behind, bringing out her phone with the intent of making a few calls.
“We’ll take care of her,” she assured the strategist and team principal.
Mitch smiled in the direction that Max had stomped towards. “I wouldn’t doubt it.”
You, who had missed everything, were currently waiting at the entrance for your Uber. Your eyes glanced around, looking for the correct car. Your body bounced with anxiety as your knuckles hand now turned white with how hard they were gripping the straps.
“Kid!” a familiar voice called out, causing you to whip around and bump right into the source. Big hands caught you from falling off the kerb. Your head lifted and was met with the worried face of one Max Verstappen.
“Uh, hi?” you questioned.
Max, probably planning for this to be said differently but didn’t want to beat around the bush, blurted out, “Spend the break and Christmas with me.”
Your eyes looked for malice in his, but came up empty. However, you were shocked.
“What?” you breathed out, very confused.
Max inhaled and exhaled rather sharply. Keeping his hands on your shoulders, he positioned you back up on the sidewalk, away from the parking area. In your head, you were only thinking of how you might miss your Uber and flight if Max kept you here.
“Y/n,” uh-oh, he used your legal name, “Kelly and I would love it if you spent the first bit of break with us and Christmas.”
Your ears must have been deceiving you, or you needed hearing aids after being around the formula cars for the majority of your life, because there was no way that Max had just asked you to spend the first bit of break, let alone Christmas, with him and Kelly.
You scoffed before looking away and muttering, “Very funny Max. I get that you have an amazing family to do nice things with, but some of us don’t have that luxury. Now if you’ll excuse me,” you all but ripped yourself out of his grasp, “I have an Uber to get into and a flight back to Nice.”
You stepped away, but were stopped by someone’s hand grabbing your backpack. You sighed rather harshly, arms dropping to your sides, before speaking, “Max, let go of my backpack.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about geitje.” If you had looked behind you, you would have seen a smirk on his face.
“You know I finally looked up that word, and I don’t think that’s the correct word for kid.”
Max let out a playful scoff. “Yes it is. It’s my language after all.”
You rolled your eyes, “You are literally calling me a baby goat.” Your arms crossed your chest. You were still annoyed but weren’t trying to get away as you had been. Max pulled you backward and into a hug. His hand was placed on the top of your head, lightly ruffling your hair.
His chest vibrated as he hummed. “I know exactly what I am doing. Stubborn and cute like one.”
You let yourself melt into his hold for just a minute as you thought over the offer. Honestly, by now it was a no-brainer. Spend the break alone and cold, or get over yourself and spend it in a warm house surrounded by people who seemed to love you regardless of your past.
Max felt the moment that you had accepted, since your body went lax in his hold. His smile grew larger at the thought of you giving in. However, you mind was still mulling over one fact. A large sigh escaped your lips.
“What’s wrong?”
Your cheeks heated once again before turning to bury your face in Max’s chest as to hide from the Dutchman.
“I don’t know how.”
Max was getting confused. “How do to what Kleintje?”
“How to celebrate Christmas. Never done it before,” you stumbled over your words.
Max was quick with a solution. “P turned four this year, and I think she can actually grasp what Christmas really is. You can learn right along with her, nothing to be embarrassed about.”
“And I don’t have any presents or anything to give.”
“There’s nothing wrong with that. Christmas isn’t all about giving gifts.”
You huffed. “But I want to.” Your eyes were suddenly welling up with tears, making Max panic a bit.
He quickly spoke, “Then we can go shopping. Maybe Lando can join. If it’s important to you, then we can do whatever you’d like.”
You looked up into blue eyes. “We can stay up for Santa?”
Gosh, you were truly melting this man’s heart. His eyes softened as he looked back into yours. His head dipped in a small nod.
“Yes Kid. We can stay up for Santa. Now let’s go, AirMax awaits.”
Your Uber was long forgotten as you sat in the nice plush seat of Max’s private jet. Your eyes sparkled with a child-like wonder as you stared around. Kelly and Max just enjoyed watching you look around with wide and tired eyes.
You may be 20, but that doesn’t mean that you’re done maturing in life. Max definitely was still trying to heal his inner-child at 26, but he had a whole support system behind him. Yes, his dad wasn’t the best, but he couldn’t image growing up without him. Jos may have been an asshole, but he helped shape Max into what he was today.
From what he and Kelly now knew, you had had no one. You had offhandedly told Max that you rarely had friends growing up. He and Christian really thought you may have been joking. But after tonight, Max swore to never joke about that again. He knew that you were going to be good friends with some of the grid. Secretly he was hoping that Lando would be one of them.
He was a good kid in Max’s eyes. And it was a plus that he also lived in Monaco as well. People need friends and family to thrive and flourish, and you had done your waiting.
Max also knew that if your parents ever showed up to anything, now that you had made it to Formula 1, he would personally cuss them out and then have them banned from every single paddock for the rest of their lives.
His eyes found you, desperately fighting off sleep. His lips curled up into a smile as you finally gave in and closed your eyes. You were all curled up in with your Dior blanket that you carried everywhere with you - the same one you had in Vegas.
Max turned his head to see that Kelly was also looking at you with a warm smile on her face, eyes full of love.
Kelly’s head leaned near his as they both watched you cuddle your beloved blanket a bit more.
“She looks much younger,” Kelly whispered, not wanting to wake you up.
Max leaned over as well, “Yeah, makes you realized why everyone calls her kid.”
A soft laugh came out of Kelly’s lips.
Max continued, “Thank you for being fine with her coming. I know this wasn’t in our plans.”
Kelly quickly hushed him, her eyes glancing at him before looking back on your sleeping figure, “I think it was a wonderful idea for her to join. We should have asked sooner.” A sad smile crept on her face.
He nodded as Kelly made a small home under his arm and against his side. She hummed as she closed her own eyes, wanting to sleep a bit before landing in Monaco.
Max, however, was preoccupied with texting a group chat that he had made a few minutes before getting on a plane.
Tax Evaders
Max has added Trophy Breaker, Emotional Support Rival, and Kid’s Leclerc to the chat
Mad Max:
I bet you all are wondering why I have gathered you here
Trophy Breaker:
Um, yes
And what is with the chat name mate?
Emotional Support Rival
I think he means to imply since Monaco does not make us pay taxes And yes, Max why are we here?
Miss us already?
Kid’s Leclerc
I’m just wondering who these numbers are other than Charles?
Mad Max:
This is Max
Verstappen
The other one is Lando
Trophy Breaker:
Way to give my number away to a total stranger ass-hat
Who the heck is Kid’s Leclerc
Kid’s Leclerc:
This is Arthur
Trophy Breaker:
Oh that makes more sense
Emotional Support Rival
Seriously
Emotional Support Rival?
Max I thought we were more than this
Trophy Breaker:
Yeah – you said you let the whole trophy thing go
Mad Max:
All of you be quiet
Kid’s Leclerc:
I never said anything
Mad Max:
As I was saying…
I’m guessing maybe Arthur knew
But Y/n had planned to spend Christmas alone
Trophy Breaker:
Her parents out of town or something?
Emotional Support Rival:
About that…
Kid’s Leclerc:
Y/n’s parents aren’t in the picture anymore
Trophy Breaker:
THEY DIED?!
Mad Max:
NO
But I’ll make them wish they were
They disowned her when she was 15
Trophy Breaker:
…
I second your statement
Mad Max:
Back to what I was going to say
Y/n is spending the first part of break with me, Kelly, and P
Arthur, I need you to up your begging game to get her to join you for the last half
Charles you too
Kid’s Leclerc:
Sir yes sir
Emotional Support Rival:
On it
If it will help any
Trophy Breaker:
What am I supposed to do?
Mad Max:
She really wants to get presents and other things
I’m not comfortable letting her walk the outdoor shops by herself somewhere she’s never been too
I was hoping that you’d join us when we go?
Trophy Breaker:
For sure
It’s the Monaco Center right?
Where you can drive the cars through?
Mad Max:
That’s the one
Kelly has been talking about going for a while to take P
Might as well do the shopping then
Trophy Breaker:
Sounds good
I’ll let you know when I’m back from Italy
Kid’s Leclerc:
I will start the begging when we get back
Emotional Support Rival:
Same here
Mad Max:
Thanks guys
I’m hoping she’ll have a good time
First real Christmas and all
Trophy Breaker:
Awe, Max does have a heart
Emotional Support Rival:
He really said
Grinch? Never heard of him
I’m Max Verstappen
Kid’s Leclerc:
I do not group myself with them sir
Emotional Support Rival:
Thur is just trying to get on his good side
Trophy Breaker:
And why would that be?
Kid’s Leclerc:
No comment
Mad Max:
Plane is about to land and I have to wake Miss Whiny up from her nap
Kid’s Leclerc:
Just lightly nudge her shoulder
Works wonders and she shouldn’t complain too terrible
Trophy Breaker:
Oooohhhh
I get it now
Little Leclerc is smooth
Kid’s Leclerc:
Goodbye
Max let out a chuckle before taking his arm from around Kelly, who had actually fallen asleep as well. He stood up and lifted his arms above his head to stretch. It only took him three steps to reach you, since the main cabin wasn’t big to begin with.
Heeding Arthur’s advice, he gently nudged your shoulder a few times. You blinked, multiple times, trying to get the fuzziness to go away.
Like Arthur had said, there was no whining that joined your waking up. Your hands came up to rub your face and eyes, trying to rid the evidence of sleep.
“How long was I out for?” you questioned, voice deeper and quieter.
Max’s hand found your shoulder and gently rubbed it. “We’re actually about to land.” Your eyes widened as you quickly looked out the plane window to view the Monégasque land below.
By now, Kelly had woken up and was now fondly looking at her boyfriend and, well, his kid. She knew that Max wanted to try to be more of a big brother to her, but he honestly couldn’t help it. Deep down, he was trying to fulfill a role that he wished he had had when he was growing up. She quietly raised her phone and took a quick picture to maybe upload later. But for now, she’d let them bask in the excitement of being home.
Unboarding went much easier than regular flights. The private exits were your favorite since you didn’t have to be stopped by fans or anyone else. By the time the three of you got back to Max’s house, or giant mansion since it was so huge, the sun was just rising: which meant that you were in desperate need of a nap. As far as you knew, Penelope was still with the sitter and Kelly wouldn’t go get her until later that day, to give you three some time to rest and recuperate from the long racing weekend.
Max led you to one of the apparently multiple guest bedrooms for you to put your stuff in. He explained that you could stay here for the time being unless you found one of the other rooms much better.
You only laughed and told him that it was enough. Max, in your opinion, looked too nervous for someone who had a multi-million dollar home.
“Max it’s fine I swear,” you reassured him.
“I just want you to be comfortable.” He shrugged, looking around at the room, eyes glancing from one corner to the other, trying to find something to change.
“Max, you could give me an air mattress on the floor and I’d be happy. Besides, this bed is much better than the single bed I have back in Nice,” you muttered the last bit.
Max seemed to take that as good enough, and left you to your own devices. You quickly sent a text to Arthur, who had begged for you to let him know when you got in safely. You rolled his eyes at his mother hen antics and let out a big yawn.
You could definitely unpack after you took a quick nap. The moment your head hit the nice pillow, you were out like a light. The sound of laughter woke you up a couple of hours later. You groggily walked out of the more than adequate room, rubbing your eyes to rid them of sleep. Max thankfully invested in a house with a large first floor so that you didn’t have to walk down any stairs.
Max was the first one to spot you standing a bit awkwardly in the opening frame to the living room. Max stood up from where he was sitting with Kelly and Penelope. Walking over, he brought you into a side hug to lead you to the middle of the room.
He crouched next to his almost actual kid and gestured to you.
“P, this is Y/n. She’s going to be staying with us until Christmas.”
You awkwardly looked at the toddler, not knowing what to do. Penelope leaned closer to Max.
“Does she like dollies?”
You let out a little laugh at the question. Max and Kelly smiled at the child and then glanced back at you.
“Why don’t you ask her?” Kelly gently pushed P towards you. She was clutching a small Barbie to her chest as she got closer to you.
Her neck bent backwards, looking up at you. She held out her doll for you to take, which you did: not wanting to offend her.
With a shy smile, Penelope questioned, “Do you want to play dolls with me?”
“Sure!” You tried to make your voice seem as though you were over the moon to play. “Although, I honestly don’t know how. So, why don’t you show me?”
Penelope quickly took hold of your hand and all but dragged you down to the floor, where multiple other Barbies lay, waiting to be played with. The toddler quickly started to talk in animated gibberish, trying to explain that your Barbie was trying to take over her Barbie land. You only nodded at the very detailed and elaborate plot that she had come up with.
Max and Kelly giggled at your wide eyes as you tried to keep up with the small doll in your hands. However, it seemed as though you finally caught on to what was happening as Penelope had gotten more excited as you continued to play. The two adults watch the both of you fondly as your Barbie was finally overtaken by one of P’s bigger dolls that she had. Giggles escaped the toddler’s lips as you dramatically fell over, laying on the ground defeated. Penelope had squirmed over, trying to get you to get back up.
“P, I think I’m done for.” You put a hand over your eyes, laughing as P tried to tickle you “back to life.”
“No,” she dragged out the vowel.
You continued, “It’s a very nice rug. I think I’ll just sleep here tonight.”
She apparently did not like that as she draped her body over yours. You let out a grunt at the unexpected weight on your chest. You retaliated by tickling her as you sat up from the ground. Her squeals echoed the room.
Max and Kelly thought it was good to leave the two of you alone for a moment. They made their way to the kitchen to start dinner. As Kelly was getting the ingredients out, Max suddenly remembered something.
“Hey kid?”
“Yeah?” you perked up from around P’s head, since she was now sitting in your lap.
Max looked down at the box of pasta in his hands. “Do you have any food allergies or any dislikes?”
You thought for a moment before responding, “None that I know of. I’ll pretty much eat anything.”
“All right.”
Your attention was once again turned to the little girl that was showing you her multiple toys. You wanted to laugh when you spotted one of the scale models of Max’s car. You quickly held it in your hands to look it over.
“You race with Maxie?” Penelope asked as she took the car out of your hand. You didn’t mind: since it was her toy to begin with.
You softly smiled. “Yep, going to be the fastest on the track.”
Your hands started to softly stroke her hair and part it into three strands. You felt the mini car go up and down your leg. Soft “vrooms” left P’s lips as she trailed the car over your thighs. Your hands overlapped and formed a braid in the thin strands that you held.
An amazing smell started to waft through the air as dinner was close to being done.
“You staying, right?” P’s big eyes locked with yours.
“I’ll be staying until Christmas.”
Kelly and Max were listening to your conversation while everything simmered for a bit. With drinks in their hands, they leaned against each other to watch the two of you interact. It was crazy how fit you looked together. Honestly, there was a weird resemblance between the two of you, and Max would bet that if the four of you went out and about, people would really question if you were truly just a friend and not family.
“We wait for Santa together?”
You looked fondly down at her as you tied the braid off. “We’ll wait for Santa and make cookies and do whatever you want.”
P took that to heart and nodded multiple times in excitement.
It wasn’t long until dinner was ready. The meal was truly a simple dish: some type of chicken and pasta. Something plain enough that P would eat, but flavorful enough that the other three could enjoy it as well.
The table was filled with laughter and engaging conversation. There seemed to be an unspoken rule about not talking of Formula 1 conversation at the dinner table, and you were thankful for that. Your mind wanted to run back to memories of a time where you found yourself at your own dining table, alone. Most of the time, the food was long cold and not very good.
But, the happiness that you found yourself in right now deterred any thoughts of those times. The conversation of the plan for the next day was brought up by Kelly.
“I was thinking that we could take a trip to the shopping centers tomorrow,” Kelly mentioned before taking a sip from her wine glass. You, of course, had a plain water in front of you.
Max nodded, “I think that’s a good idea.”
You stayed silent, mulling it over. You cut into your chicken to take another bite, before realizing that the two adults were waiting for an answer from you. Your cheeks heated as you put your fork down.
“I’m good with anything honestly. It sounds fun.”
“I feel like there’s a but coming,” Max pointed out, smirking when Penelope laughed at the second to last word. You couldn’t help but join in with the young girl.
You shifted in your chair. “I’ve just never been before I guess.”
Max sent you a soft smile. “I thought of that. What do you think of Lando joining to walk around with you?”
Your eyes widened at the offer. You…go shopping…alone…with Lando Norris?
“I think I ran him over in an elevator one time.”
Max almost choked on his drink at your confession while Kelly could only laugh.
“Kid, I don’t think he remembers that. It’ll be good for you so that next season, you can start off with a familiar face and friend.”
Your heart soared at the thought of that and you quickly accepted.
“Great, I’ll text Lando that we’ll see him in the morning. But knowing him, he’s going to want to start shopping in the afternoon.”
And Max was correct as Lando practically whined about the idea of shopping in the morning while he was on call. Reluctantly though, the two came to a shared decision of shopping in the early afternoon around 1 pm.
You were nervous in the car, but Penelope in her car seat was a good distraction. This time, she told you that your Barbie was secretly a mermaid and needed a prince to save her. Sadly, all the Babies she had was the one you were holding, and another female with bright pink hair. You quickly noted to maybe find a prince doll for her while you were out shopping.
Your mind also raced with questions of what to get Max and Kelly, since they had taken you into their home and treated you as one of their own. Maybe you could ask Lando.
But what do you get two people who seem to be happy and content with what they have?
You were brought out of your thoughts at the lack of motion from the car. By now, you finally noticed that Max and Kelly had gotten out of the car, the latter now unbuckling P’s car seat. You quickly leaned over to unbuckle your own seat belt.
“Almost thought I had to unbuckle you myself,” Max joked as you finally got out of the car, stretching your limbs.
“Yeah, yeah.” You waved him off while you looked around at the shopping center. Lights, wreaths, and trees were everywhere. Your eyes really sparkled with the reflections of the all the lights. What you didn’t realize is that one Lando Norris had finally joined the group. You only noticed when he decided that it was a good idea to place both hands on your shoulders and yell really loudly.
What he didn’t know was that you had taken a few self-defense classes in your past. And his face was met with the knuckles of your hand. At least it wasn’t a very hard hit as your hand was covered in a very soft glove.
Your eyes widened as you let out a gasp as Lando cupped a hand to his nose.
“I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to,” you frantically looked around, trying to see who had seen the altercation. Thankfully, no one had seemed to notice. However, Max could not stop laughing. You thought that any moment he would fall on the concrete from his wheezing. Kelly just held P with a look of concern.
Lando waved his hands, “I will not be doing that again.”
“I truly am sorry.” You grimaced at the sight of a red mark growing on his face.
“I thought that was hilarious.” Max could only offer, still laughing. Lando only squinted his eyes at him in mock offence.
“Lanno!” Penelope yelled from her jail of her mom’s arms. Kelly let her down and she bolted to the Brit. Lando caught her and held her.
“Hey P,” he greeted. P’s head found sanctuary in the crease of his neck. “At least one Verstappen likes me.”
“She’s not a Verstappen, yet.”
“I do like you.”
“I’m not even remotely related.”
Lando just shook his head. “Max needs to hurry up; you laugh at my pain; you are Max’s kid, so a Verstappen by proxy.”
You just looked confused and lost at the revelation from Lando. Max let out a nervous giggle as he glanced at Kelly.
“Are we ready to start shopping?” Max clapped his hands.
“Y/n, you’re coming with me?” Lando questioned as he put the toddler back down.
Your hand scratched the back of your head nervously. “I guess so?” You had tried to make it not seem like a question, but you couldn’t help it.
Max was the one to pick up Penelope this time. “Just text us when you’re done. We will meet up back here.” And with that, he, Kelly, and P turned to leave. Which left you with Lando, who was looking at you with waiting eyes.
“Uh, lead the way?”
Lando cocked his head. “You’ve never been? Surely Arthur has taken you.”
You only shook your head as the two of you turned in the opposite direction. “I’ve only visited Monaco a few times and they were most for promotions or dinners with higher ups. Didn’t have a lot of time to go exploring.”
“Fair enough. Well, you just tell me when you see a store that you want to visit.”
“About that, do you have any ideas of what to maybe get Max or Kelly? I know what I want to get for P, but they’re a bit harder to think of gifts for,” you confessed as you walked down the sidewalk.
Lando hummed as he thought. “I know Max had talked about needing a new steering wheel for his sim. Something about the buttons being sticky from spilling a drink.”
“It was probably a Red Bull, if we’re being honest here.” That earned you a laugh from the older driver.
“True. Now Kelly, I really don’t know. Maybe you should text Max?”
“I’ll think of something, hopefully.”
And think of something you did. You had barely passed a jewelry store when something caught your eye.
“Lando, I’m going to go in here for a moment. I need to by a few things.” The Brit nodded and followed you in. You shot him a confused look.
“Might as well find a present for my mom and sister while we’re here.”
Thankfully, the two of you went in opposite directions of the store. Your eyes glanced over the glass cases full of valuables. You knew your bank account couldn’t quite handle some of the pieces, but you hoped that the item you were thinking of didn’t cost much.
As you hovered over the necklaces, a sales rep had come over and asked if you had needed anything.
“Can I see the locket, please?”
“Why certainly.”
The man unlocked the glass case and pulled out the beautiful chain with a heart-shaped pendent on it. The front was plain, probably because many would want to personalize it. You gently took it in your hands to give it a look over.
“I could customize the front and give you a picture to put it in right?”
The man quickly told you all the different things that you could do with the small item. To your surprise, the upcharges weren’t much to get it custom.
You requested for Penelope’s and Max’s birth flowers to be etched into the front. You quickly scrolled through Pinterest and Instagram to find a nice picture each of Max and P. Satisfied with both, you sent them in to the store and was told that you could pick it up in around 2 hours.
You thanked the man for his swiftness before requesting to look at another bracelet and a watch. You had made a mental note that you had finally accepted the offer from Arthur to join him, Charles, and their mom for Christmas night.
You, again, asked for a special inscription to be put on the nice watch. By the time everything would be ready, you and Lando should be headed back to the car. You told the man that you’d like to pick up the second necklace at that time too, even though you didn’t need anything custom on Charles’ present.
You found Lando waiting for you at the front of the store, hands holding two small bags. He looked up from his phone when his eyes caught you walking closer.
“Find anything?” he asked, glancing at your empty hands.
“I actually did. But I have to come back to get them when they’re done.”
Lando let out a ‘ah’ before turning around to leave the nice store.
“Are you good if we stop by the gaming place?” Lando questioned, looking over his shoulder as you tried to keep up.
“Only if you show me what wheel to buy Max. Then I need to go to the toy shop that’s across the way.”
Lando nodded and took your hand, almost dragging you along – which you didn’t mind, since people have said that you tend to get lost easily. As you approached the shop, you saw Lando’s eyes light up at the sight of all the gaming equipment. You wanted to laugh, but you knew you’d look the same way if you had stepped into a mechanic shop or a Porsche dealership.
Lando quickly walked you over to the wall of wheels, pointing out which ones would be compatible with Max’s sim. Your bank account wanted to cry at the amount of zeros before the decimal point, but your heart was set on getting it for Max. He had given you what you always wanted, so you could at least get him something nice for Christmas.
You ended up picking the one with the middle price, not the most expensive but not the “cheapest” one either. Your hands grabbed the box and held onto it tightly, not wanting to break it. The girl at the cashier register turned out to be a fan and asked for a picture.
“As long as you don’t say what I’m buying. Gotta keep the present a surprise.”
The girl nodded eagerly as she took a selfie with you.
As she rang you up, she started to talk, “I know it’s not Formula 1, but I do E-Racing and you have been nothing short of an inspiration to me. It wasn’t easy being the only girl on my team, but you gave me the strength to keep going.”
Wow. It was not on your agenda to cry today, but you couldn’t help the tears that formed in your eyes. You leaned over the counter to give her a quick hug and tell her how much those words meant to you.
You hadn’t noticed that you were holding up the line until Lando yelled something from the back of it. Saying goodbye, you stalked back to where he was, hands full of gaming equipment.
You raised an eyebrow. “All for you?”
He only smirked in response. “Most of it is for my friend Max.”
You cocked your head and heart dropped at the sight of the same steering wheel that you currently had in your bad. Did Lando plan to up-one you in gift giving. You held up the bag that held the wheel.
“I thought I was getting the wheel for Max?”
Lando had a look of confusion before his eyes showed an understanding. “You are not the only one with a best friend named Max.”
You pouted. “Max is not my best friend.”
“Oh yeah,” Lando tilted his head, “then who is?”
The two of you stepped forward in the line. You hesitated before a deeper pout formed on your lips.
You only grumbled, “Max.”
Lando through his head back in laughter as you finally made it to the front of the line. Lando quickly payed for his things with a tap of his card. Your eyes nearly bulged out of your head when you saw the grand total for his purchases. Boy, oh boy, you couldn’t wait to drive for real and get that bank.
You definitely had some money from over the years. Winnings, your godfather’s will (where everything went to you), and then the bonus you got for signing with Red Bull in the first place. But you had been planning to look into getting an apartment in Monaco and one in London along with a vehicle to be in both places so you didn’t waste money on rentals.
Speaking of apartments, you phone buzzed with a notification from the agent that you hired to find you a suitable one. Your smile grew as you saw that she had told you that you had been approved for one about a ten minute walk from Max and that you could start moving in after Christmas. You quickly sent a text back where you profuse your thanks for her.
“What’s got you all smiley, Bug?” Lando tried to peer over your shoulder to look at your phone.
Your once smile turned into a scrunched face as you looked up at him.
“Bug?” You tried out the name on your own tongue.
Lando just shrugged. “Well, everyone calls you Kid. You’re not that much younger than me, so it doesn’t work the same. But you are shorter.” You hit his arm. “What?! It’s true. So Bug it is.”
“I guess that’s fine.”
“Now, do you want to tell me what message you got? Secret boyfriend? Arthur? Meme from Max?”
You tried to bite back your grin, but you were just so happy. “I, uh, got approved for an apartment here, in Monaco. It’s about 10 minutes away from Max’s house.”
“Well congratulations!” Lando brought you into a side hug, bags swinging.
“Thank you, Lanno.” You were now the one dishing out nicknames. Lando’s smile only grew, but he didn’t mention anything about the name. Somehow that was good enough for you to infer that he liked it and didn’t think it was stupid.
From there, the two of you stopped in a toy store while you quickly grabbed a few toys for Penelope: one being a prince doll, another a toy version of the RB19, and then a couple of stuffies that you hoped the girl would like. Lando also pitched in for a couple of extras.
You also went back into the jewelry store to grab Kelly’s necklace, Arthur’s watch, and Charles’ bracelet. All had been exactly what you wanted and the engravings were beautiful. The McLaren driver also had good things to say about them as well.
You asked for them to also be all packaged up, ready to go right under the tree that Kelly and Max had already put out, but not decorated. He had given that task to the ladies of the house. You had giggled when Kelly told you that he had absolutely no decorating skills.
There weren’t any stores left for you and Lando to visit, and before you knew it, goodbyes were being exchanged with the promises of hanging out another time.
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christmas shopping with kevin mccallister
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landonorris the slander is just wrong - where is your christmas spirit
y/n.89 I have plenty, just not for you
logansargeant any for me?
y/n.89 plenty mr. american
Christa72 thank you again for the picture!
y/n.89 it was so lovely to meet you!
box_box_official love seeing y/n become friends with the drivers outside the races
y/n-lover our Christmas queen
oscarpiastri you are right, he is giving kevin
landonorris oscaaaahhhhhh
y/n.89 ahahahahahah get wrecked
landonorris I think I heard a bug around here
Funny enough, you and P both fell asleep in the car on the way back. You were only woken up by Max lightly shaking you, something he remembered from the plane. With sleepy eyes and hands full of bags, you walked to your “room” and flopped on the bed. As Max passed with an armful of toddler, he chuckled at your form. He’d leave you for a bit until dinner was ready.
He carefully put Penelope in her small bed, covering her lightly with a small blanket. As he turned to get up, a small hand reached out and pulled on his. His eyes widened a tad as he looked back at the sleepy girl.
His big hand cupped her head and brushed her hair out of her eyes. “Hey P, you sleepy or do you want to stay up with Maxie and Mommy?”
Penelope rubbed her eyes as she sat up. “Is KiKi gonna be there?”
Max cocked his head. “Who?”
“KiKi.”
Max thought for a moment. “Y/n?”
The toddler just nodded holding her arms out, waiting to be picked up. Max quickly scooped her back up. Knowing that she’d want to see you, he brought her to your room, where you hadn’t moved an inch. He gently placed the toddler in your bed. To his surprise, in your sleep, you unconsciously moved to make room for P and put your arm around her bringing her closer.
Max’s heart melted as he took out his phone to quickly text Kelly to come to your room. She was quick since she stood next to him in under a minute. He brought her close as they watch the two of you snuggle. They both heard a content hum escape your lips as your arm tightened around the girl. Tears made their way to Max’s lash line, but he managed to keep them at bay.
“Let’s go make dinner,” Kelly whispered.
Around an hour later, Max woke the two of you up for dinner. Once again, the meal was delicious. Your heart swelled at the soft smiles exchanged around the table.
This is basically how the first part of the break went. Movies were watched, tears were shed (you definitely didn’t cry while watching the Polar Express), cookies were made and decorated (after many failed attempts), snow men were built, standing proudly in front of the house, and snowballs were thrown (Max apparently lost a snowball fight for the first time in 20 years).
Before you knew it, Christmas Eve was finally here. You had woken up early, wanting to prepare for everything. Max definitely laughed when he saw you sitting by the chimney looking up at the sooty dark hole.
“But how does he fit through there?” Your eyebrows were scrunched as you pondered over this with a bowl of cereal.
Max sipped his coffee. “Magic.”
“That makes zero sense.” You bit your spoon, eating the cereal that was there. Sadly, that was the last of your breakfast. Max ruffled your hair, making it messier than it was.
All day long, you waited and waited and waited. You finally had something to do after dinner while the four of you decorated the tree. Somehow, Penelope had climbed on your back to reach the upper branches.
“Higher Kiki! Higher!” She giggled as you hoisted her higher on your back.
“Any higher and you’ll be in the ceiling.” You laughed along with her, Max and Kelly watching the two of you with fond smiles as well as taking pictures from time to time. Max was practically vibrating in his seat. He thought that last year with just him, Kelly, and P was the best that life could be. But seeing you with his “almost daughter” and seeing his “almost wife” look at you like you were her own: it was such a different feeling.
He was brought out of his thoughts with your voice.
“I think we’re done!”
You and P held out your arms as to display your decorating jobs. The two adults clapped lightly. The toddler and you took a dramatic bow, before rushing to the kitchen. Giggles and laughs echoed through the warmly lit house. The two of you returned with a full glass of milk – carried by Penelope with two hands (like you reminded her) and you held two plates – one with cookies decorated with colorful icings and one with carrots (for the reindeer – of course).
With a kiss on your head and one on P’s, the two of you were left to sleep by the Christmas tree. You, however, couldn’t stop wriggling: you were too excited about Santa. You had just gotten sleepy when you heard a noise, come from deeper in the house. Your once wiggly body quickly froze. If Santa was supposed to come down the chimney, which was at your feet, then why was there noise coming from the kitchen.
You slowly sat up and grabbed the closest thing near you – funny enough it was “How to Build a Car” by Adrian Newey that Max used as a table topper. You slightly shook as you stood from the couch. You were thinking to yourself – was Santa just a home invader to come steal your things?
Well, Max had invited you to his house and you were not about to let some fat man come rob him. You were an athlete, with real sweat – athlete sweat: you could take him.
Gingerly you stepped around where P was sleeping and made your way farther into the house. Your eyes caught something red, and you froze once again when your eyes landed on another figure.
What was Kelly doing with the burglar?
Had he threatened her? Did he have a gun? Where was Max? Was he knocked unconscious and tied up in their bedroom, alone, possibly bleeding? Or even worse – dead?
Tears welled in your eyes at the thought. Max couldn’t possibly be dead. Your sleepy mind was getting the best of you. You peered around the corner once more and your blood boiled.
Santa was now leaning in – FOR A KISS?? That did it.
You stepped out from behind the corner, book clenched in your hands in front of your chest. If he had a gun and shot, the book would save you – hopefully.
Kelly finally saw you and her eyes widened at your shaking figure. She quickly tapped Santa (well, Max in a Santa suit) and gestured to you. With wide eyes, Max turned around and froze when he saw you as well.
You were not supposed to be up.
He stood up straighter and took his hands off his girlfriend. Trying to dissolve the situation carefully, he wanted to be the first one to talk, but you always had the upper hand.
“Where is Max?” You voice wobbled.
Max wanted to cry when he heard the shakiness in your tone.
He cleared his throat before speaking with a deep tone. “He’s still asleep.”
You glared at the fake robber-wanna-be. “Oh so you decide to come rob our house and threaten Kelly while Max is asleep?” By now, the book was slowly rising above your head.
Max wanted to sigh, this was not going according to plan.
“Kid, Kelly just need to show me something about the, uh.” Max looked at Kelly, trying to speak with his eyes.
“The cookies sweetie,” Kelly came up with the excuse on the spot.
Your book was slowly coming down. “What about the cookies?” Now your voice sounded worried. Had you screwed up Santa’s cookies and was this the real Santa? And you were threatening him?
“Nothing’s wrong with them Kid. I got a little lost in this big house,” his gloved hands gestured to the giant ceilings, “and I couldn’t find the cookies, milk, or carrots for the reindeer.” Max was able to come up with the second lie, but he could tell it was working. His eyes watched as you finally lowered the book.
You exhaled sharply and yawned. Max and Kelly’s hearts melted at your sleepiness. Your head nodded as you tried to make sense of everything.
Well, it would make sense for Santa to get lost in a home that he’d never visited before. And you and P didn’t put the cookies, milk, and carrots on the actual fireplace because you two were nervous he would step on them. Honestly, you were falling asleep where you were standing.
Max cautiously stepped closer and put a hand on your back to lead you back to the couch. With eyes closed you let him guide you. He finally exhaled once you were tucked in.
Kelly and he shared a glance at each other and disappeared around the corner and back to their room. Quiet laughs echoed through the bedroom as Max almost tripped on the red pants as he tried to get out of them. They quickly fell asleep when their heads hit their pillows. They could laugh at that for years to come.
They felt as though they hadn’t gotten any sleep by the time Penelope came screaming through their room.
“SANTA CAME! SANTA CAME!” The toddler’s arms were up in the air before she used to them lift herself onto the giant bed. Max groaned when she found a spot right on his stomach to park herself.
Max picked her up as he swung his legs over the side of the bed. “Present time?”
Penelope sat silent for a moment before the words really hit here before squeals left her lips. Once again, she darted out of the room to rush back to the main room.
You had been in the kitchen making coffee.
Honestly, you don’t even remember what happened. (And that’s probably for the best.) Before long, Max and Kelly waddled into the kitchen, barely awake. They were met with warm mugs in their hands and the smell of coffee in the kitchen.
With smiles, they thanked you and headed into the living room where P was practically vibrating in her spot, yet was waiting for everyone.
Max had been designated as “Santa” this year to pass and hand out the presents. He and Kelly shared a knowing look and a wink that you picked up on and flashed a confused face, but you let it go. It was probably some inside joke that didn’t involve you. Right.
You were thankful for the first present that Max passed you, but where surprised when the second, third, fourth, fifth, and sixth present also made their way into your lap. You again had a confused look on your face, but the comforting smile on Kelly’s face helped you realize that these were all on purpose.
Max and Kelly were also surprised when they also got a gift from you as well. You sheepishly smiled at them and went to speak, but the sound of paper ripping interrupted you.
Well, there went Penelope. Laughs were shared as the young girl ripped and tore through the previously carefully wrapped present.
When she got to yours, she stared at the prince doll and the stuffies. She felt each one and traced the dolls face. She quickly got up and wrapped her arms around your neck.
“Thanks Kiki!” She had the largest smile on her face.
You rubbed her back and hugged her tightly. “You’re very welcome.”
She immediately sat back down and started to play. Possibly this time the story line would go much better as the prince could now save the princess.
You guessed it was your turn now. You were about to open the first present, but Max stopped you.
“Open this one first.” He gave you the smallest one first.
You opened the small package and a gasp left your lips.
Inside, was a small circular ornament. It was decorated with a family of four – two girls with a man and woman – with lettering underneath them. You read the words out loud.
“First Christmas as a Family of Four. Max, Kelly, Penelope, and Y/n.” You looked up from the ornament to the two adults who looked at you with such love.
Max broke the silence. “Uh, we just wanted to get you something meaningful. No matter what happens you’ll always find yourself in our home and intermingled in our lives.”
Kelly leaned in closer to Max. “We always want you here honey. You’re family now.” She intertwined her fingers with Max.
You ducked your head with a small smile. “Can I put it on the tree?”
With quick and eager nods, you stood up and tiptoed over the piles of papers that littered the floor. You found a nice branch right in the front of the tree and made sure it stayed. You walked back to your place and sat back down.
“Your turn now.”
The Dutch adults took their presents that you had bought them a few weeks ago. Kelly may have shed a tear or two when she noticed that the flowers were Max and P’s birth flowers. Yet, she promised that she’d take it to get your put there as well. That’s when you had started to cry.
Max was shocked by how you had possibly known what steering wheel he had needed. You sheepishly said that you had received some help from Lando.
“Kid, this is too expensive.”
You crossed your arms.
“I’m not poor.”
Max rolled his eyes. “I know you aren’t but…”
“No buts. I wanted to so you have to accept it.”
Max finally sighed as he looked down at the wheel. “Fine.”
You did a little wiggle dance at the small victory.
“Yeah, yeah. Now would you please open the rest of your presents?”
The next ones that you opened were a paddle kit (because you had once told Max that it would be good to bond over another sport), new shoes (yours were falling apart), small mini versions of Lightning McQueen and Sally (you promised to put it on your dash when you bought a car), some jewelry that Kelly picked out (she also promised that she’d help you renew your closet when you found a permanent place to stay), and then finally a Lecia Q2 camera (something Lando told Max that you might enjoy to have a separate hobby and one that he could help you out with).
When every present had been unwrapped and played with for just a bit, you quietly stood up and cleared your voice. All three pairs of eyes were now on you.
“I uh, just wanted to say thank you. I’ve never had something like this before, and you have definitely shown what I’ve been missing. But, I wouldn’t want to spend Christmas like this with anyone else – past or present. I’m glad that I have people like the three of you that love me and welcome me with open arms.” You took a deep breath.
“I also wanted to say that I am happy here and really never want to call another place home like I’ve started to call this place home.” You reached for your phone.
“Kid,” Max started to say. He wanted you to stay, but knew he would have to talk to Kelly about letting you stay here permanently.
Except you had other plans. You sat in between them so that they could look at your screen.
“Like I said, I would never want to leave now that I have finally found a place where I feel like I belong. So a couple of weeks ago, I hired an agent to find me a small apartment in a radius around her. And I got approved when we went shopping. It’s about a ten minute walk from here but it’s private enough where people really won’t think to look for me.”
Max looked at you with a bright smile as he brought you into a hug. Kelly also leaned over to hug you as well. Penelope, who didn’t want to be left out, jumped into your lap. But, as your eyes glazed over the walls, you let out a gasp.
Thinking that something was wrong, Max pulled away quickly, eyes glancing over you, trying to see what was wrong. Yet, you pointed at the window.
“Snow.”
Three heads whipped in that direction to also look at the white fluffy stuff that was falling from the sky. You quickly stood up and rushed to change into something warmer. Kelly, Max, and P followed suit. Once the four of you were bundled, you all walked outside to stand under the fresh snow.
This wasn’t the first time you saw snow, but this would be your first white Christmas. You stood at the side as you watched Max and Kelly kneel near Penelope and start to build a snowman. You laughed as you watched Kelly put snow down Max’s jacket and Max desperately try to get the snow out. It looked as if he was break dancing as the snow slid down his back. Penelope just watched and laughed as Max wiggled.
Max finally glanced at your and beckoned you over to join them. You shook your head as your own laugh started to sound in the stark white world that you were in. You stalked over and started to help them build the snowman. You could worry about other things at a later point. Here, this is where you belonged.
With your family.
So, this is Christmas.
maxverstappen1 posted
my christmas girls
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max-max-super the caption just destroyed me
emotional_support_rivals drivers during christmas are my favorite
y/n.89 love you maxie <3 thanks for loving me
maxverstappen1 anytime kid, anytime
charles_leclerc like I said, max does have a heart
maxverstappen1 watch it leclerc or I won't let her go over later
arthur_leclerc Charles shut up please
iamred-iamyellow I'm not crying, you're crying
kellypiquet all my love for you, P, and y/n
y/n-updates the way he called y/n one of "his girls" - goodbye
landonorris Arthur wants to call her that as well
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change_ur_f-car DID ANYONE ELSE SEE THAT?!
landonorris close your eyes
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I have everything I ever wished for right here - Merry Christmas
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lastlaplando the verstappen household woke up and chose christmas caption VIOLENCE
maxiel-lover I know right, both had me bawlin
formula1fan my favorite version of max is "soft for y/n" max
y/n's_version our christmas girl
redbullracing who won the snowball fight and snowman contest?
y/n.89 me
maxverstappen1 me
y/n.89 wanna think about your answer again????
maxverstappen1 y/n did
y/n.89 the last picture was pre-snow, max just got too cold to stand still for a winter family photo
landonorris typical max, always ruining lives somehow
maxverstappen1 eXcUSe mE?!
emotional_support_rivals live, laugh, love y/n verstappen
y/n.89 no, we're taking Kelly's last name
maxverstappen1 when did we talk about this?
kellypiquet you were asleep
author MERRY CHRISTMAS!!
y/n.89 what are you doing here?
author breaking the fourth wall?
y/n.89 continue
For the full Christmas Day experience, read this chapter of Besties for the Resties!
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No Need To Ask - CS55
Chapter Five - Moving Pawns
The Norris' were a notorious crime family in the UK. One of many. With Norris, the head of the family, running operations with his son, Lando, they work to keep Y/N Norris, Norris' daughter protected. Life in a crime family wasn't something they wanted for her.
But with tension with one of the Spanish crime families rise, Norris and his now deceased wife come up with only one plan, offer their daughter to the Sainz's or risk an all out war.
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Y/N didn’t come out of her room for the first week she was in Spain. She had Oscar standing guard at her door, keeping her company. And sometimes Lando dropped by, when he wasn’t busy going over business with Carlos and Sainz.
She had food brought up to her room for her and Oscar, which she was grateful for. But Y/N had no contact with anybody of the Sainz family. She had Oscar grab the food for her and couldn’t bring herself to answer when somebody knocked on the door.
But the week was over quickly and, soon, Lando was flying back to England. Y/N hugged him goodbye as they stood at the front door, the entirety of the Sainz family behind them. “I’m gonna miss you, Lan,” Y/N mumbled against his shoulder. Tears had already fallen and she wiped her nose once she pulled away.
“I’ll miss you too, Peanut,” he whispered, squeezing her tight. “I’ll be back before you know it.”
Lando wasn’t going to be back for a while, not until the wedding ceremony. And, even then, he’d surrounded by other bosses and heads of family. He’d get two minutes to speak to his sister at most on her wedding day.
After Lando went home, Carlos gave Y/N a couple of days on her own. When he walked past her room he could hear her crying late at night while Oscar patted her back and spoke words of comfort. As soon as they were married Carlos would get rid of Oscar. He’d have his own men watch over her on the rare instance that she wasn’t with him.
After day three, Carlos finally knocked on her bedroom door.
Y/N didn’t pull it open. The face that greeted his wasn’t Y/N’s, but Oscar. “She doesn’t want to see anybody,” Oscar said with little regard for his status compared to Carlos.
Carlos flared his nostrils as he stared at Oscar. His stare was threatening, one that would have scared off anybody else, but Oscar stood firm. If Y/N didn’t see anybody, Oscar was going to do anything he could to make that happen.
“Get out of my way,” Carlos growled.
But Oscar still didn’t move. He kept his stare firm and level, his hand gripping the door, holding it shut. “She doesn’t want to see anybody,” he said again.
Carlos pushed him. Hard. He pushed him so hard that Oscar stumbled back into the room, falling on his ass. Oscar reached down for the gun that wasn’t there, the gun he wasn’t allowed to carry around in Carlos’ house. No matter, Oscar didn’t need his gun to make his point. But he didn’t get a chance, not when Carlos placed his foot on Oscar’s chest and turned towards Y/N.
Her eyes were wide and terrified as she stared at the man she was supposed to marry. “What are you doing?” She squeaked. “Get off of him, please!”
“If you join me in the foyer,” Carlos proposed.
Y/N looked at Oscar. He didn’t look pained, just furious as he stared at Carlos. “Yes, fine, okay!” Y/N insisted and Carlos pulled his foot away from Oscar.
His stared stopped Carlos from standing up. Once he was sure Oscar was going to stay on the floor, Carlos looked at Y/N. The gaze of a powerful man was a terrifying thing, and she couldn’t help but shrink in on herself under his stare. “You have ten minutes,” he said and walked out of the room.
Immediately Y/N rushed over to Oscar and pulled him to his feet. “I’m so sorry, Osc,” she whispered as she brushed off his shirt. “He’s a brute and nothing more.”
Oscar didn’t say anything. He stared down at her, brushing his fingers through the ends of her hair. “I’m okay,” he said quietly. “Don’t worry about me.” His stare was just as intense as Carlos’ but it wasn’t nearly as terrifying.
Clearing his throat, Oscar looked away. “I’ll go down there and tell him to fuck off if you want me to,” he said, but Y/N shook her head.
“Oscar, no! He might kill you.”
Oscar gave her a look, one that had Y/N wrapping her arms around him and kissing his cheek. She pulled away from him and quickly got herself dressed into something more presentable. Y/N sat at the vanity, brushing through her hair as Oscar watched her. She watched him, too, her eyes meeting his in the mirror.
As soon as Y/N was done, she stood and walked over to the door. “I’ll go with you,” Oscar said, standing from his seat on her bed.
But she shook her head. “Stay here, take a break,” she said and walked over to the door. Oscar kept following her. “Osc, please. I’ll be okay,” she reassured him, pressing on his shoulder to get him sitting back on the bed. “If anything happens I’ll text you.”
Reluctantly, Oscar nodded. He watched her go, watched her walk out of the door and shut it behind her.
While Oscar waited anxiously, Y/N walked down the grand stairs. Her legs were shaking as she gripped the handrail. Carlos was waiting in the foyer, his hands in his pockets as he watched her.
“Come,” he said once Y/N reached the bottom of the stairs.
Y/N sucked in a deep breath and followed Carlos. He walked past the stairs, taking her to the left side of the house. Y/N hadn’t been here yet, having only been to her room and outside. They passed several doors that were shut, and Y/N didn’t dare look in them. Carlos took her to the end of the corridor and pushed open the door, welcoming her inside the library.
It was gorgeous. Books on shelves at least eight feet high. There were plush arm chairs and doors that led out to the fire pit in the garden. And, on a table in the middle of the library, was a chess set.
“Wow,” Y/N whispered as she walked over to the table. She ran her fingers over the tops of the chess pieces, moving a pawn and putting it back.
“You play?” Asked Carlos as he watched her.
Y/N nodded her head and Carlos pulled out a chair. He sat and gestured for Y/N to do the same. She took her seat but didn’t make the first move. That was okay. She was sitting in his library; that was enough for Carlos. He moved his pawn forward two places.
“You don’t remember me, do you?” He asked when Y/N moved her pawn only one square forward.
“Actually, I do,” Y/N answered. Carlos looked at her, waiting for her to continue. “I remember when your father had a gun pointed at Lando and I.”
Carlos nodded, as though he remembered the event. “Yes, your mother was very angry. She called my father and screamed at him.”
Y/N was just nine years old at the time. Lando was thirteen and Carlos was eighteen. The only reason the boys were friends were because they were two lonely kids in the same world. While their fathers had a business meeting, the had been tasked with looking after Y/N while she played with her toys on the lawn.
She had a doll sat in the back of a toy truck which she pushed through the grass, making the sound affects with her voice. Lando and Carlos sat on the grass, knees up and arms resting on their knees.
Carlos loved following his father to England on business. Usually Carlos would be involved, but they tasked him with watching over Y/N. This business was more serious than Sainz wanted his eighteen-year-old son involved in.
“She looks happy,” Carlos said, his English rather good.
“She is,” Lando said. He loved his little sister dearly; thirteen year old Lando knew the kind of work his father did, knew the kind of work he’d be going into. He knew what would happen to Y/N if he didn’t watch over her. She was the one person he’d kill for.
“Does she know what’s going on?”
Lando shook his head. He looked back at his house, at the window to the office where his Sainz, his father and his stepmother were. His stepmother was looking out of the window as she spoke to the men behind her. Lando couldn’t tell what her expression was as she watched them, watched her daughter playing.
There were shouts, plenty of them, and then the doors to the house were thrown open. Lando was on his feet within seconds, running over to his little sister as Sainz marched out of his house, his father following him.
Sainz marched past them, saying something to Carlos in Spanish as he marched over to his car. “You fucking dare, Sainz!” Norris shouted. He seemed not to notice his children stood between himself and the other head of family.
Sainz spat something in Spanish. “You have done this to yourself, Norris!” He shouted. “Meet my demands and I will reopen our trading routes!”
Suddenly, Norris pulled his gun from the waistband of his trousers. “You’re jeopardising things for all of the families! Do you really want to risk that?” His finger rested on the trigger.
He wouldn’t shout, not when Lando and Y/N were there. Lando was sure of that much. But he didn’t move, far too terrified. Even Y/N had stopped playing with her toys, staring at her dad with tears in her eyes.
Sainz stared past Y/N and Lando with fury in his eyes. “Put that gun away while there are children around!” He shouted.
Norris didn’t move.
Suddenly Sainz had his own gun out, pointing it down at Y/N. He wasn’t going to shoot her, this was just supposed to scare her father. But Lando didn’t know that. He suddenly grabbed his sister and picked her up, shielding her body with his own. Y/N cried against his shoulder, her body shaking as Lando shushed her.
“Tell me more,” Carlos said as they progressed with their game.
Y/N told Carlos everything there was to know about herself. She started with the most obvious thing, which was her love of chess. She had nothing to hide from Carlos since she had no involvement in any of her fathers and brothers business. She went through her hobbies, asking the same of Carlos.
Carlos couldn’t tell much. He didn’t know how much contact she had with Lando (which was none) and didn’t know how much information was going back to him. He told her about his love of golf and fast cars.
It wasn’t easy for Y/N to talk to Carlos. But she used the chess game as a buffer between them, which seemed to ease the tension. Carlos never asked anything that she couldn’t answer, never anything about the Norris family.
He only kept her there for the one chess game, which Y/N won. Carlos wore a smile as he walked her back to her room, glaring at Oscar when he opened the door.
Carlos hated Oscar. As soon as they were married, he’d be gone.
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Are You With Me? - Ch. 5
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synopsis: Jake and Y/N take their kids to say goodbye to a friend, but it goes as well as one can expect. The Seresins also learn what the next course of action is for Ella's treatment.
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warnings: medical inaccuracies, childhood cancer, death, funerals, cursing, traumatic events, fighting, slut shaming, mentions of cheating.
Jake could remember the first funeral he ever went to. He was six, not much older than Ella is now, and it was for his grandfather. His mother had dressed him up in a small black suit with a burnt orange tie, a nod towards his grandfather’s beloved Texas longhorns. His mother was dressed in a black dress and had a simple strand of pearls around her neck, the same as two of his sisters. His father was dressed similarly to Jake; black suit, orange tie.
Jake could remember walking into the church, a place he had been to a thousand times over, but now it was covered in memorial flowers and people all dressed in black. Some of the ladies wore elegant hats with lace veils over their faces. The men all seemed to have cleaned their watches and dug out their alumni rings for the occasion. Jake’s father was stopped several times in the foyer by people giving him their condolences. Jake wasn’t sure why everyone was stopping in front of a long wooden box, the women walking away with tears in their eyes.
“Come on,” Jolene said to her children, “Let’s go say goodbye to grandpa.”
All Jake could do was nod as Jolene led them over to the wooden box at the front of the sanctuary. Jake froze about three feet from the box, his heart beating fast in his chest at the sight in front of him. He felt his hands grow clammy as Jolene turned around to look at her son, who looked like he had seen a ghost.
“Jake?” Jolene asked, “What’s wrong?”
“That’s not grandpa.” Jake shook his head, pointing towards the box, “That’s not him!”
Jolene gave Jake a said smile, crouching down in front of him, “It is grandpa, Jake. It’s grandpa’s earth body. His spirit is up in heaven with Jesus.”
“They messed him up,” Jake whispered, “That’s not him!”
“How about we take a look?” Jolene pleaded with her son. Jake reluctantly nodded as Jolene stood to her full height and took his hand. Slowly they walked together to stand in front of the casket.
Jake took one look in and turned his head. The body laying in the casket looked nothing like the man he remembered. His skin was pale, almost blue and waxy. His hair looked fake and as if they used way too much hairspray to get the combover to lay flat. It all just looked wrong to Jake. It was all just wrong.
“That’s not him,” Jake shook his head as he sat down in the front row with his mother and waited for the service to begin. The whole time Jake kept repeating in his head that the man in the box was not his grandfather.
Ever since that moment at six years old, Jake dreaded funerals. It was horrible, but Jake did all he could to avoid going to them. Y/N practically had to drag him to Tom Kazansky’s funeral, and even then, Jake took Alex to the nursery about half way through the service. It wasn’t that Jake was scared to bare his emotions and mourn the loss of a life. It was that he hated seeing the body lying all alone in the pinewood box. He hated knowing that their body was going to stay there for the rest of eternity until they rotted away into nothing. He hated knowing that the last glimpse of your loved one was going to be when the funeral director closed the lid.
“Dad,” Alex’s soft voice filled the room. Jake was sitting on the bed, trying to come up with an excuse to not go to this funeral, “Can you help me with my tie?”
“Sure,” Jake nodded, sliding off the bed and kneeling in front of Alex. Y/N had gotten them both matching forest green ties, “You look good.”
“Thank you,” Alex nodded, scrunching his nose up to push his glasses up farther. Jake couldn’t help but smile at the small movement. No one was quite sure when Alex started doing that, but it was cute, “I asked Mommy to help me but Ella is sick.”
Jake’s smile turned into a small frown, “I know. . . how are you feeling about this?”
It wasn’t very often that Jake got to stop and have a conversation with Alex about everything that has gone on. Sure the boy was only seven, but he still had some idea of what was going on with his sister. Y/N and Jake’s worst fear was Alex and Eli feeling ignored during all of this. They made sure at least once a week they were taking the boys out to do something fun whether that was the arcade or the park. Eli was still too little to understand anything but Alex wasn’t.
“I’m sad that Ella is sick,” Alex shrugged, “When will she be better?”
“I don’t know, bud,” Jake sighed, “But what about not having mommy and daddy both here?”
“Oh,” Alex looked down at the ground, “Well, I guess I’m kind of sad about it. I wish you could both be here, but someone has to stay with Ella.”
Jake smiled at his son. He was as selfless as his mother, always thinking of others instead of himself, “You’re a good kid, you know that,” Alex nodded his head. Jake placed a kiss on his forehead, before standing to his full height. The two of them walked down the stairs together, finding Y/N and Ella waiting for them. They both wore black dresses and pearl necklaces, only Ella had a black hat on her head to keep her warm.
“We gotta get going,” Y/N said, standing up from the couch. The two of them loaded the kids up in the car, but Jake hesitated once he shut the car door, “What is it?”
“Do we both need to go?” Jake looked over at Y/N, “I can stay and watch-”
“Eli is with Rooster, and yes,” Y/N nodded, “We both need to go. Miranda and Dominick became our friends and we need to support them. . . this could’ve been us.”
Jake clenched his jaw and nodded. Y/N climbed into the truck without another word, and Jake followed. When they arrived at the church, Jake helped Y/N out of the truck, trying to put on a show of solidarity in front of the other couples from the hospital. Rumors had flown since their spat in the hallway, and most of the parents were ‘Team Y/N’. Y/N didn’t bother saying anything to Jake as she opened the door for the kids and took each of their hands in hers, forcing Jake to walk behind them.
The vestibule of the church was exactly like Jake could remember the one his grandfather’s funeral was in. People dressed in black, flowers all over, pictures and videos of the deceased being played but no one paid any attention to. Y/N signed the guest book for all four of them, taking a bulletin before making her way into the sanctuary.
“Remember what we talked about?” Y/N turned towards her kids, “We’re going to walk past Sammy’s body and-“
“No!” Ella cried, “I don’t wanna see him!”
“Ella,” Y/N said quietly, “You don’t have to see Sammy, but we have to walk-”
“No!” Ella shook her head, Jake placed a hand on her shoulder, hoping to soothe her, “I don’t wanna!”
Y/N could feel all eyes being turned towards them and it made her skin heat up, “Baby, we have to walk by-“
“No!” Ella’s lip quivered as tears began to spill down her cheeks. Sobs racked her body as she hid her face in her hands, “I don’t wanna see him!”
Jake picked her up, setting her on his hip, “It’s okay. You don’t have to.”
“That’s not him!” Ella turned and hid her face into her father’s neck. Y/N felt out of options as Jake gave her a pleading look. She glanced around, noticing the stares and the looks they were gaining.
“Okay,” She sighed in defeat, “We’ll go.” Jake nodded his head, and turned on his heel, taking his sobbing child out of the church. Y/N looked over to where Miranda and Dominick stood, giving them an apologetic look before following her family. She sighed as she climbed into the truck, leaning back into her seat. She glanced at her children through the rearview mirror; Alex staring at the raindrops sliding down the window and Ella with tears running down her cheeks.
— — —
Six weeks.
It had been six weeks to the day since Y/N made the dumb mistake of falling into bed with her ex-husband. She had never been the one for casual hookups. Jake was her first everything and the most she ever let Miles do to her was go down on her. She had promised herself that she wasn’t going to be a woman who hooks up with her ex-husband out of convenience, but here she was, hooking up with her ex-husband out of convenience and currently watching him as he blatantly flirted with Becky, one of the mom’s in the therapy group.
The styrofoam cup in Y/N’s hand was hot as she stared daggers at the blonde man, who was turning on his charm as he talked to Becky. The smile. The chuckle. The head tilt. The gentle hand on her arm when he walked away. It all angered Y/N.
Hell, what didn’t anger Y/N these days.
“Hey,” Jake said as he sauntered up to you, grabbing one of the glazed donuts on the table.
‘Fuck you for eating that donut’ Y/N thought. She had always been amazed at Jake’s body and how he was able to eat nearly anything and everything he wanted. But now, it annoyed her. The stress from taking care of her sick child, her poorly timed eating schedule and not being able to go to the gym had their effects on Y/N and she had gained some weight. She hated looking at herself in the mirror and hated even more when Jake would sit and make sure she ate something substantial.
“Hello?” Jake swiped his hand in front of his wife, earning him a glare.
“Don’t wave your hand in my face,” She snapped.
“I’m sorry,” Jake apologized, “What’s going on? You seem out of it.”
Y/N pursed her lips, debating on saying something or biting her tongue, “Becky got a boob job last summer with her divorce settlement.” Jake’s eyebrows furrowed as he looked at her, “You like natural so I thought I’d give you a heads up.” She simply shrugged and walked away to find a chair in the center circle.
Another thing Y/N didn’t want to say out loud was how much therapy had actually been helping her. She hadn’t said anything more than the bare minimum; who she was, what her child was diagnosed with, what the prognosis is, and a weekly update on how her child is doing. It was nothing more and nothing less than that every meeting. But Y/N did enjoy the adult interaction for an hour twice a week. She didn’t realize how much she missed being around people her own age, even if she couldn’t remember half the names of the people in the group. Jake had attended every meeting with her, sitting next to her and silently supporting her when she gave her opening statement.
Jake sat down in his usual chair, in the middle of Y/N and Marjorie, the elderly lady who ran the therapy group. She reminded him of his grandmother, permed gray hair, bright pink lipstick on her lips, and she smelled like cherries and vanilla. She also had the slightest southern twang which Jake appreciated from time to time. Marjorie always had a large, leatherbound journal with her at every meeting which confused Jake. He never saw her take any notes, never saw her turn any pages. But the book was in her lap, open to some page at every meeting.
“Good morning my beautiful caretakers,” Marjorie said, gathering the attention of the group. Y/N fought hard to not roll her eyes at the usual greeting, “Let us start with our daily openings. Jacob, how about you start?”
“Oh, I’d love to, Marjorie,” Jake smiled at her and Y/N did, in fact, roll her eyes this time.
Therapy droned on for another hour, as Y/N pretty much blocked out everything that anyone was saying. It was all the same, week after week. But what wasn’t the same, was the two open chairs next to her. It pained her as she glanced over to where Miranda and Dominick had sat just a few weeks ago. No one knew that Sammy had gotten so sick and was circling the drain. Miranda had sat there and told the group that Sammy was still fighting hard, that he was still continuing his treatment with a smile on his face. No one knew that in a few short days, Sammy would pass away in front of his parents.
Y/N picked up her head and looked at the group of parents and guardians in front of her. She wondered how many of them were saying that their children were still strong and fighting when in reality, the grim reaper was knocking on their door. A sick feeling rose in her belly. The same sick feeling she had been feeling for the past week.
“I know he’s going to keep-“
Y/N stood up quickly, cutting off Becky, who glared at her, “I’m sorry.” She muttered, turning for the door of the meeting room. She tried her best not to break out into a run, but she moved as quick as she possibly could.
Jake’s eyebrows furrowed as he watched her retreating form scamper out of the room like a fire was lit under her ass. He turned his head back towards Becky, watching as the crocodile tears streamed down her face. Sure, Jake felt bad her son had cancer, but he’s also been in remission for six weeks now and yet, Becky still comes in to hit on the dads.
Yes, Jake is well aware that Becky flirts with him at any given chance. And yes, he knows that Y/N is jealous of that. Y/N has always been the type to wear her emotions on her face, and Jake can feel the daggers that she glares into his spine whenever he talks to Becky. He should tell her that there’s nothing to be jealous of, that she’s the only one he wants. But Jake is a guy. And sometimes those male like tendencies take over, especially when it comes to one Y/N Seresin. He never knew she could be so possessive and kinky until about six weeks ago. He swore that they’ve been having the best sex they’ve ever had.
Y/N had returned by the time the meeting had concluded. Her eyes and nose were red, as if she had been crying. Jake’s green eyes tracked her as she moved around the room, going straight for the coffee pot. All the alarm bells were going off in his head, and his body moved without second thought. She had barely set the coffee pot down when Jake grabbed her elbow, dragging her away.
“Hey! Let me go!” Y/N protested, pulling her arm free, “You heathen. I can walk on my own-“
“Are you pregnant?”
It took Y/N a moment, as the words that left Jake’s mouth registered in her mind, “No. I’m not pregnant, you twat,” Jake felt the tension in his body relax for a moment, “I know I have gained weight, but I don’t need you pointing that out.”
“Wait, no,” Jake shook his head, “I wasn’t pointing out that you gained weight, which, you look fantastic,” She scoffed, “It’s just that you’re drinking coffee and you never do unless you’re-” He gestured towards her stomach.
“I’m not pregnant,” Y/N stated again, shoving the cup in his hand, “I’m going to check on Ella.”
Y/N tried her best to keep her face neutral until she got into the elevator, her body nearly collapsing against the metal wall. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she reached into her pocket, pulling her phone out and looking at her calendar. The bright red circle around the date was almost mocking her as she breath caught in her throat.
“No way,” She shook her head, “No fucking way.”
— — —
“Take a deep breath. You’re okay,” The nurse spoke calmly as she ran her hand over Ella’s back, holding the oxygen mask to her face. It was the third time in the past week that Ella has had these attacks where she can’t breathe.
“I can’t- I can’t,” Ella gasped, her big green eyes frantically looking around the room.
Y/N quickly moved towards her, sitting on the edge of the bed, “You can. Take a deep breath, Ella.” Ella sucked in as deep of a breath as her little lungs could, which resulted in her coughing. Y/N closed her eyes, trying to hold back tears as her daughter coughed and gasped for air.
“Y/N,” the nurse said to her, “Why don’t you go get some air. I got this.”
Every fiber of her being was telling her to stay by Ella’s side, but she couldn’t watch for any longer. Ella looked up at her mom, giving her hand a light squeeze as if to tell her it was alright. The familiar burn of tears clogged her throat as she stood up from the bed.
“Thank you,” Her voice was barely a whisper as she quickly made her exit out of the room.
Y/N let out a sigh as she walked down the hallway, clenching and unclenching her shaky fists. The familiar grip of anxiety held her heart as stopped at the nurses’ station, placing her elbows on the counter and running her hands through her hair. Y/N couldn’t decide what was worse, watching her child get so violently ill that the blood vessels in her face broke or watching her gasp for precious air. She determined that both of them sucked.
“Y/N,” Miles' voice sounded out. She looked up at him, expecting to see that warm, comforting smile, but instead was met with a grim look, “Doctor Thomas and I need to talk to you. . . both of you.”
Jake had started to hate this office. He hated the bright posters on the wall and the stuffed animals on the couch behind him. As much as this office was trying to be a bright, cheerful place, it brought nothing but heartache and pain. The tension was thick as the two of them were trying to wrap their heads around what Doctor Thomas had just said. Jake’s eyes flitted over to Y/N who was staring at something on the desk in front of her. He so badly wanted to reach out and grab her hand.
“The transplant list?” Her voice sounded out, sounding weak and farther away than the seat next to him, “She. . . you’re putting her on the transplant list?”
Miles licked his lips before answering, “We think it’s the best course of action.”
“What about the lobectomy?”
“The cancer will just come back,” Doctor Thomas said, “The only guaranteed way that the cancer will go away and stay away is if we do this transplant.”
Y/N shook her head, trying to grasp what was really going on. She had called Jake almost as soon as Miles said he needed to talk to them both. Jake had left base like a bat out of hell, getting to the hospital in an amount of time that could only be done by speeding. They knew that one of the treatment options would have to be removing a portion of Ella’s lung. Y/N hated the idea of her child going under the knife to remove a portion of herself.
“How long?” Y/N looked up at Miles, “How long do you think she’ll have to wait?”
Both Miles and Doctor Thomas shifted in their seats.
“Pediatric lungs are hard to come by,” Doctor Thomas spoke softly, “Finding a match can be even harder. It could be six weeks, could be six months. We don’t-”
“Oh god,” Y/N closed her eyes, a sick feeling sinking her stomach, “We have to wait for another child to-”
“Donor,” Doctor Thomas said, “We have to wait for a donor.”
“A child,” Y/N snapped her eyes open and glared at the blonde woman in front of her, “We have to wait for another child to die to save our child.”
“Well, if you think about it that-”
“There is no other way to think about it!” Y/N’s knuckles turned white as she gripped the arms of the chair, “The only way our child can live is if another child dies!”
Doctor Thomas looked over towards Jake, “I think it’s best if we-”
“Don’t look at him,” Y/N sneered, “You are talking to me. There has to be another way. There has to be. . . Miles,” Y/N gave him a pleading look.
“I’m sorry,” Miles said sincerely, “We have discussed this at length, getting second opinions from our pulmonary specialists and transplant specialists, we think this is the best course of action.”
The office was quiet, as the words seemed to settle over Jake and Y/N. His heart was still pounding in his ears and he wasn’t one hundred percent certain he understood what Miles and Doctor Thomas were saying. He got that Ella was sicker than they thought, and the original plan was no longer going to work. But still, Jake couldn’t really wrap his head around what was going on.
“I know that this is hard to understand,” Doctor Thomas said, “And you’re having an emotional-”
“Fuck you,” Y/N spat. Jake snapped his head towards his wife, “Fuck you,” She leaned forward, her eyes burning into Doctor Thomas, “You have no idea what kind of response I am having to hearing my child is dying and the only way to save her is to let another child die. You have no idea ‘cause you aren’t a mother. No,” She chuckled, “You’re just a slut who goes after married men.”
“Y/N,” Jake finally spoke up.
Doctor Thomas stood up from her chair. If she was insulted by Y/N’s words, she did a great job at hiding them as she rolled her shoulders back, “I think that is all for today. Miles will keep you updated on Ella’s status on the transplant list. Jake, Y/N,” Doctor Thomas nodded to them both, before she left the room.
“I’ll let you guys have the room,” Miles said, following after Doctor Thomas.
Silence reigned over the two of them, as Jake shifted in his chair to face his wife, “I know you’re upset, but that was uncalled for. Calling her a slut?”
“She is,” Y/N huffed, crossing her arms over her chest.
Jake groaned, running a hand down his face, “We were split up.”
“We weren’t divorced yet,” She glared at him, “I atleast had the respect to wait until the ink had dried on the papers to go out and find someone. You. . . you were already chasing tail the moment I kicked you out. Hell, before I kicked you out.”
“Okay,” Jake shook his head, “What is your fucking deal? Hm? This isn’t like you. I thought the group therapy was helping.”
Y/N sighed, “It is.” And that was true. The group therapy was helping her mood for the most part.
“Then what is going on?” Jake grabbed her hand, “I want to help you, but I can’t if you don’t tell me.”
His eyes were full of sincerity and longing as he searched hers for a sign of what could be going on. Y/N used to be such an open book, but now it was getting harder and harder to read her, unless the emotion was anger. He missed the days where she would talk to him about anything and everything. It could be about something that pissed her off or something that made her smile.
Tears welled up in her eyes, as Y/N looked away from her ex. She felt stupid. She felt so incredibly stupid that this happened to her. Of all the times they had tried and tried and failed, this happened when they didn’t even want it to.
Y/N sucked in a deep breath, “I’m late.”
“Late?” Jake asked, confused. All she did was look at him and he realized what she was talking about, “You’re late.” He sat back in his chair, still holding her hand, “You’re late.”
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Troublemaker || FA14 x Stroll!Reader
Warnings: 18+, unprotected sex, age gap, alcohol consumption, drunk sex, slowburn-ish, blowjob, orgasm denial, sub!fernando
Wordcount: 1.2k
God was she a troublemaker. She is a troublemaker
She knew this was wrong, but god did she lust after him. As well did he lust after her
Last time was the last time, that was what he said, and she has just nodded and agreed, but did it stop her from trying to get in his pants again? No, no it did not
She sat down beside her brother at the table, across from Fernando
She had been invited to a dinner between the three of them. She doesn’t know why, and she didn’t care to ask. All she knew was that she was seated in front of the man who had given her the best sex of her life
Well, he was seated in front of her brother, Lance, but it was close enough that she could say in front of her
They had been talking as if nothing had happened between them, but god, the way she bit her lip while they made eye contact, made him want to take her right then and there
Both her and Fernando had gotten a few too many drinks, while Lance had made sure not to drink anything so that he could drive them both to their hotels
As they stood up from the table when they were about to leave, her and Fernando both stumbled upon their feet
“Why is it you both drink way too much when we’re out to dinner?” Lance asked as he as well stood up
“It’s not everyday you’re eating dinner in Switzerland” She chuckled as she struggled to put on her jacket
“And the alcohol is better here than in Spain” Fernando commented slurred at his teammate
Lance in return rolled his eyes as he supported his sister as they walked out of the restaurant
Both her and Fernando sat in the backseat of the car. Big mistake
She was too drunk to care about her actions. Her hand slowly travelled over to Fernando, who only took her hand away when it lingered on his thigh
“Stop it” His accent was thick as he whispered to her sternly
“You can’t admit you don’t want me, Nando” She whispered so low, that he had to scoot closer to hear her
Before he could answer her, they had stopped in front of the hotel they were both staying at
“Do you want me to follow you up?” He asked them both
“No thank you, Lancelot. We’ll manage” She said as she hugged him goodbye
The tension in the elevator was hot. They didn’t speak, but the glances they exchanged where speaking for themselves
They both stepped out of the elevator, but before they went both their opposite ways, she pulled on his wrist, pulling him close to her
She captured his lips on hers for a soft kiss. Both of their pupils were blown wide when she pulled back
“Goodnight, Nando” She let go of his wrist, but before she got away too far, he pulled her back by her waist
“What-“ She stopped mid sentence as she was dragged towards his room “I thought you said last time was the last time” She smirked they got into his room
“Shut up” He supported her head as he pushed her up against the wall as he roughly kissed her
Her hands supported herself on his biceps as his other hand went to her hip, pressing her further into the wall
She bit his bottom lip softly, making him whine, giving her the chance to slip her tongue into his mouth. She could taste all the alcohol he had consumed through the night
He groaned as he pressed his body close to hers, his obvious boner pressing against her lower abdomen
She gripped his biceps tighter, giving her enough control to turn them around, drawing out a huff from Fernando as she pressed him against the door
She went down on her knees, trailing her hands down his body in the meantime. Her hands fumbled with his belt, but eventually got it unbuckled
She unbuttoned and zipped down his pants. She pulled both his pants and boxers down just enough for her to pull out his cock
She spit in her hand before she slowly started stroking him, making him groan and throw his head back against the wall
As her tongue darted out to lick a thick stripe up his cock, she looked up seeing his chest rise and fall rapidly
A loud moan fell from his lips when her tongue swirled around the head of his cock. His hands grabbed her shoulders firmly as she hollowed her cheeks, sinking all the way down on him
“Fuck, forgot how good you make me feel” She hummed at his words sending vibrations all through his body, making him groan
He started bucking his hips into her mouth, making her gag every time he hit the back of her throat
“Yes, fuck baby” He groaned as he started twitching side her mouth “Fuck, I’m so close” His thrusts were starting to get sloppy
She pulled off of him with a pop. He whined at the lost contact as well as the ruined orgasm
“No- please- why-“ He couldn’t finish a sentence in his fucked put state
She stood up, wobbling as her knees hurt “Come on, baby. Be a good boy and sit on the bed. Clothes off as well” His actions were slow, but he got over to the bed as she discarded of her clothes
She walked over to him, straddling his hips placing her hands on his shoulders, his hands landing on her waist
“Please, baby- I need to be inside you” He whined into the crook of her neck
“Don’t worry” She lined herself up with his cock. She slowly sank down on him, drawing out moans from the both of them in the progress
He bit down on her skin, stopping himself from coming too fast. The stretch of her cunt burned, but god did it feel so good
“Doing so good for me” Her hands soothed his back muscles “Always so good” She groaned when his tongue soothed over the stinging mark he had made on her shoulder
“Please… Move” His words were breathy and slurred, but she understood him perfectly fine
Both of their moans started spilling out loudly as she started moving up and down on him. Fernando grabbed her waist tighter as he started thrusting up into her
“Fuck, yes baby. You fill me so good” She managed to say between loud moans as he was hitting the perfect spot inside her
“Please, baby. I’m gonna come” His thrusts were starting to get sloppy as his fingers trembled on her skin
She felt herself coming close to her orgasm “Come for me, baby” It only took a few more thrusts before he held her down on him, coming inside her. His actions sent her over the edge as well
They both sloped down on the bed, lying beside each other. It didn’t take long for both of their breaths to come back to normal
“Shower?” She didn’t need to put any other words into her sentence. He only nodded as she stood up “Good. Come on”
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A buried and a burning flame
Johnny Storm x male reader smut.
2k words.
I recently rewatch both of the old Fantastic Four movies and it reminded me of how down bad I was for Johnny Storm. Warning for smut and unprotected sex.
You had met Johnny a few years before he became the Human Torch. He was already a busy man– always on the go and usually surrounded by a group of onlookers, but it all seemed to ramp up once he gained his powers.
After you had met, Johnny always recognized you and greeted you with a warm smile and a hug, a fact that always made you hope to run into him at events around New York.
“There he is!” Johnny says when he sees you walk outside. He pulls you into a quick hug, his blue eyes crinkled at the edges when he pulls away with a smile on his face.
“Hey, Johnny,” you respond, sending him a matching smile.
You were almost hesitant to go to Sue and Reed’s wedding again. It turns out that trying to tell the place you rented your tux from that the jacket had been destroyed when a silver man on a silver board would only leave you with a pissed off employee angrily holding out his hand for your card to charge you for the destroyed jacket.
“What was this place called?” Johnny asks.
“I don’t remember,” you did remember, but really, you just wanted to forget all about the situation. You’re surprised there isn’t some type of insurance for people who are friends with superheroes to replace damaged items just from being in their vicinity.
“If you remember,” Johnny presses his finger into your chest, “you let me know. No one messes with my friend,” his tone and expression are serious until it melts away as his facade breaks into a smile.
“It’s fine, Johnny,” you reassure, “it’s just a jacket,” you say with a laugh. “But if you sister asks why I didn’t bring them a gift, tell her that’s what I had to spend it on.”
Johnny’s head tips back as he lets out a loud laugh. He stays close for the rest of the day keeping you at arms length. During the moment Sue tosses her bouquet into the air, his arm wraps around your waist as you watch the display. When you look back over at Johnny after clapping for the women who caught it, he already looking at you, a warm look in his eye.
That was the closest you thought you would get, but by the time the reception was dying down and you left after saying your goodbyes and congratulations to the happy couple, you found yourself even closer to the other man.
With how close he was to you throughout the day, you almost thought it would be crazy to leave without kissing him, but luckily, Johnny had the same idea in mind as he crowds you up against the door to your hotel room. Even under the expensive tux he wore, Johnny felt like a wall of hot, hard muscle as you pulled him closer as your back met the door.
You let out a soft noise from your chest when Johnny’s tongue moves into your mouth. His mouth feels even hotter than his skin, making your cock twitch at the thought of where else his mouth would end up through the night.
You’re panting when the kiss ends, only to be pulled back into another kiss as you stumble to the bed. Johnny lets out a grunt when his legs meet the edge of the bed and he falls back, he laughs up at you as the kiss abruptly ends.
You chuckle down at the man before you pull off your blazer, “hey! Easy!” Johnny says after you toss the blazer into one of the corners of the room, “I know you’re eager,” he says and you let out a laugh before he continues, “we don’t want to pay for another blazer, do we?”
You roll your eyes at the man as you continue pulling your clothes off, trying your best to keep going while also trying to watch as Johnny begins taking his off. He sends you a smirk each time he catches you looking, his eyes full of mischief.
Once you’re both down to your underwear, Johnny gathers you into his lap. You moan into his mouth when you grind against his clothed cock, his tongue running wetly along yours. Much like how he kept you throughout the day, Johnny’s arms wrapped tightly around your body to keep you close. His hands start at your body and trace down your skin, but then they’re grabbing handfuls of the globes of your ass to grind your cocks together.
“Johnny,” you moan when his hands go beneath the waistband of your underwear to make skin-on-skin contact. His hands are hot, and the feel of his fingers holding handfuls of your ass tightly only causes you to moan louder. You gasp when one of his fingers dips into the crack of your ass and runs along your hole, and you push back into the contact.
“Do you have-”
“Yes,” you respond quickly.
“You don’t even know what I was about to ask,” Johnny says back with a laugh.
The smile falls from his face when you pull yourself from his arms, and you’re tempted to immediately get back into the spot you left and kiss away his frown. You’re quick to grab the lube and condoms you brought and toss them down beside Johnny’s leg.
“Did you expect this?” Johnny asks as he pulls you back down into his lap.
“I always come prepared,” you respond against his mouth before your lips are against his.
While your lips are locked together, you hear the sound of the cap to the lube opening. You let out a light noise into Johnny’s mouth when you feel one of Johnny’s lubed up fingers at your hole.
You exchange kiss after kiss as Johnny gets you ready. Your tongue runs against his as one finger becomes two, and when a third joins the others, a string of spit is connecting your mouths when Johnny pulls away.
Johnny pants against your mouth when you reach a hand down between your bodies to wrap your fingers around both of your cocks. When his three fingers brush your prostate, your hand jerks, pulling a groan from Johnny’s throat.
“Won’t be able to fuck you if you keep going,” Johnny says, his hips jerking towards your hand to get more.
You pull your hand away slowly and bring it up to your mouth. The salty taste of Johnny’s precome hits your tongue when you lick over your fingers, and when you’re done, Johnny pulls you into a wet kiss. You both groan at the exchange of the taste, and the kiss ends when the taste is nearly gone down your throats.
“Taste good?” Johnny asks, his hand goes to your throat to trace his fingers along your Adam's apple as you swallow.
You nod quickly as you grab for the condom. Johnny watches you with dark eyes as you get the condom out and rolled down his cock.
Once you’ve lifted yourself up, Johnny holds your asscheeks apart, making you feel open and exposed. You gasp when the head of his cock breaches your hole, then it’s all left to gravity.
“Holy fuck,” Johnny moans, “so fucking tight and hot. And come from me,” he groans as you clench down on his cock, “that’s saying something.”
If it was anything like the hot line of Johnny’s cock inside your hole, you believed him. The burning line of his cock almost made it feel like there was no condom, like it was just skin-on-skin and nothing in between.
Johnny’s hands move into the same position that they were before you sank down on his cock to aid you as you lifted yourself. You placed your hands on his hairy chest for balance as you went back down.
When your pace quickened, Johnny fell back onto the bed, his hands at your hips. Your head fell back and your eyes closed when Johnny shifted his hips and on each downward motion, his cock hit your prostate.
“You’ve got it,” you hear Johnny say to himself, and then the pressure of his hands are gone, and you’re left to lift yourself up and bring yourself down. You open your eyes to look down at Johnny, taking in a fucked out appearance.
With his arms behind his head, his hair messy, and his eyes dark and half-lidded, Johnny laid there and let you do all the work. Thankfully, his sturdy chest made it easy to lift yourself up and then fuck yourself down onto his cock.
“Gonna make me do all the work?” You ask down at Johnny.
Johnny sends you a smirk, “it seems like you got it. Sure feels like you do, too,” he responds.
You let out a breathy laugh, “that’s fine,” you say before slowing down. Your pace slows into a slow grind. You wrap your fingers around your cock as you circle your hips slowly. Your eyes close once more as you pull at your aching cock.
Johnny’s skin goes hotter under your fingers as he growls. You let out a yelp in return, and your eyes fly open as Johnny pulls you off his cock and flips you onto your back onto the bed.
“Little fucking shit,” Johnny says, his voice low. He lifts your legs to his shoulders, and nearly bends your body in half before he thrusts back inside. With the angle feeling deeper than before, you both let out moans as he gets back inside.
“This what you need?” Johnny questions after he sets up a brutal pace. The slap of your skin coming together rings throughout the hotel room, sending a thrill through your body as it gets louder. You hope no one is in the rooms surrounding yours, knowing that the sounds of what you’re doing can be clearly heard through the walls. You can’t decide what would be more mortifying: getting a call from the front desk to quiet down, or them trying to call, and not being able to hear it from how loud you’re being.
You nod eagerly, unable to use your words as your mouth is too busy letting out moans and groans. The closest that you get to words is mixes of curses and Johnny’s name.
“Gonna burn this condom off and-”
“Take it off,” you whine after finding your voice.
“Want me to come inside you? Fill you up?” Johnny growls, his hips coming to a halt against your ass.
Yeah, you did, but also you were pretty sure condoms were highly flammable. You didn’t know how in control Johnny was of his powers, but you didn’t want to risk it. Really, you probably shouldn’t have been a condom the entire time. It’s too bad you were currently too turned on to stress over it.
After Johnny pulls out, the condom sails over the side of the bed and lands on the floor, and you hoped it landed far away from your blazer. A second later, the worry leaves your mind as Johnny thrusts back inside.
“So fucking hot, baby,” Johnny moans after he bottoms out. His mouth meets yours in a wet, sloppy kiss as he resumes his brutal pace.
Your nails dig into his back as his cock nails your prostate over and over again. It only takes a handful of thrusts for your cock to be spurting messy white ropes up your chest as your orgasm rocks your body.
Johnny answers your loud moan with one of his own after his thrusts stutter off and then still as his orgasm hits. Like he had done before pulling off the condom, his hips still against your ass, coming as deep as he can inside your willing body.
“Holy fuck,” you moan, much like how Johnny had earlier. His come was so hot that you could actually feel it shooting inside you. That’s new.
“Should’ve warned you,” Johnny slurred out in post-orgasmic bliss. He presses a soft kiss to your lips before he pulls your legs from his shoulders and lays himself onto your chest, “sorry,” he says after pressing another kiss to your lips.
“It’s okay,” you say softly against his mouth.
Johnny rolls you over so you can lay against his sweaty chest. “Can you ever forgive me?” Johnny says into your hair as his hand runs down your back.
“For burning my insides? I guess I can, just this once,” you say into his chest as you run your fingers through his sweaty chest hair.
“Just once?” Johnny asks, his hands move to your ass, and you can barely contain your shiver when Johnny’s fingers run through the mess leaking from your hole.
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Hi. I like your stories... Can I ask you for a fic where Bucky has his eye on reader (she is Tony's sister) so he avoids her and she thinks he doesn't like her. But when he realizes that she feels something for him, he shows her how much he likes her 😏😏
Greetings from Bavaria Germany
Sorry this has take so long. I've had major writers block and I haven't been very well recently. Thank you for your request.
I'll show you, Doll...
Bucky Barnes x F!reader
Warnings: 18+ readers only, swearing, oral (m-receiving/f-receiving), face fucking, fingering, unprotected sex, rough sex, spanking, light choking, hair pulling, protective reader of Bucky, some mean creepy guy, nick/petnames (sweets, sweetheart, Doll, baby, princess)
Despite what you may think, Bucky doesn't hate you. Quite the opposite actually. He's pretty sure he fell in love with you the moment he laid eyes on you.
"Steven!" Your stern voice echoed across the parking lot startling Steve, Bucky and Sam. "You can't just leave!"
The three men watched you as you walked towards them, your heels clicking against the concrete. By the look on your face, you were pissed.
Steve gulped as he turned to face you, "Y/N, you can't stop-"
You scoffed and rolled your eyes, "I'm not stopping you, dumbass."
"Oh, right. You're joining us?" Steve asked taken back.
"No. I can't do that to, Tony, but I'm also not taking his side." You offered him a small smile. "You could say I'm, Switzerland." You joked making Bucky smile.
Sam frowned in confusion. "What's that mean?"
"It means she neutral." Bucky gruffed as he glared at him before looking back at you lowering his face so his hair fell forwards to cover his light blush.
You smiled at him before looking up at Steve. "He's cute." You mouthed at him making Steve roll his eyes. "I only came to say goodbye. I'm not sticking around to watch everyone fall apart."
Steve nodded, "Where are you going?" He asked.
You shrugged, "Maybe I can find, Bruce... He's had long enough to cool down." You joked making him smile. "I wanted to give you this." You slipped your hand into your purse and pulled out a cell phone. "It's untraceable and has my number in. Just call, if you need me, okay?" You handed it to Steve. "I'll find you." You looked over his shoulder to Bucky and smiled softly. "Any of you."
Steve nodded and wrapped his arms around you. "I'm gonna miss you, Sweets." Steve whispered as he gave you a squeeze, kissing the top of your head.
You gulped, felling a lump form in your throat. "Of course you are. I'm the best." You smiled and pulled back from him, cupping his face. "I love ya', Cap." You smiled caringly up at your friend.
Steve nodded, "I love you too, Sweets." He whispered.
You drew in a deep breath and walked over to Sam. "Want me to drop in on the family for you?"
Sam nodded. "Please." Sam hugged you.
You pulled back and looked at Bucky. "It was nice to finally meet you, Mister Barnes."
Bucky nodded.
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"He doesn't hate you." Sam sighed as the pair of you walked into the kitchen.
Once again he was trying to convince you that Bucky didn't hate you and that was just his face.
You pouted, "Sure feels like it." You grumbled, looking down at your watch. "I gotta go."
"What about your coffee?" Sam asked as you began to leave.
"Can't. Got a meeting." You waved goodbye to him and left the kitchen, your heels echoing down the hall as you walked away.
Sam shook his head as he walked over to the refrigerator to grab some fruit for his breakfast, muttering to himself.
"She gone?" Bucky asked as he got up from behind he counter making Sam jump.
"What the hell, man?" Sam frowned. "Why were you down there?" He asked puzzled.
Bucky shook his head and went back to making his breakfast and protein shake.
Sam stared at him for a moment before closing the refrigerator door and walked over to him. "Do you hate, Y/N?" He asked.
Bucky frowned, "No. Why?"
"Well, you were hiding from her." Sam raised his eyebrow at him.
Bucky scoffed, "I wasn't hiding."
"You literally were!" Sam pointed down to the floor. "And, you asked, 'She gone?'. That's hiding."
Bucky shook his head. "I don't hate her, Sam."
Sam rolled his eyes, "Right. Sorry, I forgot. You love her."
Bucky huffed, "Don't be ridiculous."
"I'm not." Sam smirked. "I know what I see and I see you too afraid to talk to the pretty girl." He teased.
Bucky glared at him. "I'm not afraid, I just don't want to talk to her."
Sam smirked at him. "Really? So you don't stare at her like a love sick puppy when she's not looking? And you don't blush whenever she smiles at you? And you definitely don't get jealous when some other guy touches her, right?" Sam asked with his arms folded over his chest.
Bucky glared at him. "Shut up."
Sam rolled his eyes, "Just talk to her, would ya'."
Bucky grumbled and grabbed his things before leaving the kitchen.
Sam shook his head with a heavy sigh. "I don't need this." He said to himself.
Sam knew how Bucky felt about you, anyone from space could see that Bucky was head over in heels for you, just like you were for Bucky. But the pair of you were completely oblivious to how the other felt and it was irritating as hell. Sam had had enough of the pair of you pining after one another, so he was going to make sure you finally admitted the truth to one another.
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Bucky scowled at his reflection in the restroom mirror. He was going to kill Sam for doing this to him. Sam should be the one doing this stupid gala thing with you, not him.
Bucky couldn't focus around you. He never could. You were just so beautiful and sweet, every word you spoke mesmerised him. He often found himself completely ignoring anyone else around him when you were there. You turned him into a mess. He wanted nothing more than to hold you in his arms and kiss you until you were dizzy, but he couldn't. He felt too guilty. It wasn't fair, why did you have to be a Stark?
"Fuck," He closed his eyes as he leaned against the countertop and let out a heavy sigh.
You closed your eyes and drew in a deep breath as you finally managed to escape the hoard of boring rich people that had surrounded you. Finding a quiet spot by the back to hide for a little while whilst you waited for Bucky to return.
You hated these things with a passion but it was your job to do now Tony wasn't there.
"It's good to see you again, Y/N."
You closed your eyes with a groan before looking up at the sound of a familiar and annoying voice.
"Hunter." You rolled your eyes.
"C'mon, Stark, don't be like that." He smirked at you as he leaned against the wall opposite you.
"You'll have to forgive me, I don't like you." You smiled.
Hunter sighed, "I'm not that bad of a guy, sweetheart."
You frowned, "No? So you haven't tried to slander my brother's name before or steal his work?"
He chuckled, "You really dislike me more than that frozen piece of history you're here with?"
You narrowed your glare at him. "Excuse me?"
"I'm just saying, no matter how many times we've crossed paths doing business, he killed your parents, right? Compared to him, I'm a really good guy." He grinned as he held his arms out at his sides.
"Go to hell." You hissed and turned to leave but Hunter grabbed your arm. "Let go of me."
"Everything okay?" Happy asked as he came to a stop just behind you.
You nodded. "I'm just saying goodbye to, Mr Taylor."
"Don't be like this, Y/N. Tony, isn't around anymore, you're free to make your own decisions now. Why not let me show you how good for you I can be." He smirked down at you as he leaned closer. "I'll make you see stars, Princess."
You growled as you tugged your arm free before pushing him back from you. "I was always capable of making my own decisions about you. And I highly doubt your talentless hands could do anything magical, Mr Taylor. And, another thing, Sergeant Barnes, isn't to blame for all the horrendous crimes he was forced to commit. A much darker and evil group of people are to blame and I will not stand for you trying to further tarnish a good man's name. He doesn't deserve it... Expect a call from my lawyers, Mr Taylor." You nodded at Happy again and he swiftly moved in front of you and made Hunter walk away.
You let out a heavy breath as you rubbed your arm where the bastard had squeezed.
"Drink this." Bucky's hand appeared from behind you as he offered you a glass with amber liquid swirling around inside.
You looked at him over your shoulder and smiled thankful. "I'm sorry if you heard any of that, James."
He shook his head. "It's fine."
You frowned, "It's not fine, James. You've paid the price for things you had no control over and you're making your amends." You sighed softly. "You know that I don't hate you for what happened, right? I don't blame you for their deaths." You looked up at him with sad eyes.
Bucky gulped as he looked down at the floor. "Tony, did."
You rolled your eyes, "He was a stubborn idiot that wouldn't admit out loud that he'd come to realise he couldn't blame you for what happened." You offered him a soft smile as you placed your hand on his arm. "I think it's time we left."
Bucky shook his head, "If you're not ready then we don't have to. I'm fine."
"Are you kidding me? I was ready to leave the moment we got here." You huffed making Bucky smile. "And I'm starving. I've even eaten like thirty stupid canapés."
Bucky chuckled as he nodded. "Yeah, they're not meant to be filling." He gave you a small smile. "Wanna get a cheese burger?"
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You let out a tired sigh as you and Bucky entered the elevator back at Stark tower. "Thank you for tonight, James." You smiled at him warmly.
"Bucky." He corrected. "You can call me, Bucky... Please." He smiled back a little.
You nodded, "Thank you, Bucky."
"You're welcome. I won't say it was my pleasure because it wasn't. I hate those kind of tnings." Bucky looked down at his feet nervously.
You groaned. "Me too..."
Silence briefly settled between you before Bucky cleared his throat. "Thank you for saying the things you did. It's nice to have someone who isn't, Steve or Sam, say them."
"It was all true." You said. "... It was nice to talk to the real you." You smiled.
Bucky huffed, "I don't know 'bout that... The real me died a long time ago." He frowned.
You shook your head. "No he didn't. He just, grew up. You've been through a thousand lifetimes of pain and heartache. You fought and struggled to get to where you are now. You might not have found your happy ending just yet but you're still here, searching and not giving up." You smiled softly at him.
Bucky gulped as he lowered his gaze to the ground. "I don't hate you." He blurted out making you look up at him.
"M'sorry?"
Bucky sighed as he turned to face you. "Sam, said I've been giving off 'hate vibes'." He rolled his eyes dramatically making you laugh, "And, if I have, I'm sorry because I don't hate you..."
You smiled, "Oh, good. I was starting to think I had done something."
Bucky shook his head. "It's just me. Sometimes, well, all the time, I don't know how to act around you." He chuckled and ran his hand over the back of his neck. "I get all flustered."
You smiled even more. "Me too."
He looked up at you with a furrowed brow. "Wha'cha mean? You never stop talking." He chuckled.
You nodded with a deep breath. "True, but it never makes any sense." You blushed. "I can talk about work or missions or science perfectly fine, but the moment I have to talk to you like... To impress you or... Flirt, I'm useless. And if you catch me looking at you, I'm just a mess." You shook your head with heavy sigh.
Bucky began grinning as he watched you lower your blushing face and avoid eye contact with him. "If I'm in a room already and I hear you coming, I tend to run or hide." He admitted feeling his own face redden.
You looked up with a soft smile. "When, Sam, told me you were joining me this evening, I changed my outfit four times because I wanted to make sure I looked nice for you." You blushed even more.
Bucky shook his head with a smile. "Why would you want to look nice just for me, doll?"
"No reason." You crossed your arms over your chest.
Bucky raised his eyebrow. "No reason, huh?" He smirked as he turned back to face the elevator doors. He leaned down close to your ear, "So it's not because you want me to bend you over and fuck you stupid?" He asked with a shit eating grin.
You gasped and turned to look at him. "Buck-"
Bucky crashed his lips against yours cutting you off. He pressed his body against yours until your back hit the elevator wall, his hands gripping your hips as he slipped his tongue into your mouth. Eventually he pulled back from you letting you breath, "Just me?" He asked smirking as he rested his forehead against yours.
You breathed in deeply shaking your head. "Not just you." You let out a breathy giggle. "So does this mean you don't hate me?"
Bucky slid his hands over your hips, pulling you closer. "Why don't I show you how much I don't hate you, doll?"
You nodded, "I like the sound of that." You smiled softly up at him.
He leaned down and gently pressed his lips against yours, smiling into the kiss as you gripped the front of his suit jacket and pulled him closer to you, slipping your tongue into his mouth.
The elevator doors opened effectively cutting the kiss short making you both pull apart. Bucky took your hand and quickly lead you out of the elevator and down the corridor towards his room. As you came to his door, Bucky gently placed his hands on your hips and pushed you against the door.
Bucky then cupped your cheek with his flesh hand. "Still want me to show you, Doll?" He whispered.
You nodded, "More than anything." You smiled at him.
Bucky pressed his lips against yours as he crouched down just enough to wrap your legs around his waist before he opened the door and stepped into his room. As the two of you kissed Bucky kicked the door shut with his foot and lead you over to his bed.
He bent down and gently placed you back onto your feet. "God, you're beautiful." Bucky whispered against your lips.
You managed to push his jacket off his broad shoulders before having to stop and let out a breathy moan as Bucky ran his lips over your bare shoulder and neck. You fumbled with the buttons of his shirt as he licked and sucked your throat. You huffed in annoyance as you tugged on the material making Bucky chuckle against your skin. You managed to unfasten the buttons and began to push it off his broad shoulders and down his thick arms. Bucky tested up as you gently pressed your lips against his skin that were littered with scars.
"You don't have to do that, Y/N. I know it's ugly-" Bucky's eyes closed with a moan as you ran your tongue over his left nipple before kissing the scars across his peck.
"They're apart of you now, Bucky, but they don't make you any less beautiful." You looked up to him as you cupped his face and brought him closer to kiss.
Bucky slipped his tongue past your lips as his large hands began caress your body as he pushed your dress from your shoulders. The material pooled at your feet as Bucky wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you until you wrapped your legs around his waist.
He gently laid you down onto of the mattress before he broke the kiss only to kiss his way down your neck to the tops of your breasts. He slipped his right hand around your back and skillfully unhooked your bra, pulling it off and throwing it over his shoulder. "Sweetheart... you're just, beautiful." He whispered.
You drew in a sharp breath and closed your eyes as Bucky cupped your breasts in his hands. The difference between his hands as he kneaded them and lightly pinched your hard nipples made you moan softly. Bucky leaned down and wrapped his lips around your right nipple making you moan even louder and push your chest out closer to his face. Bucky smirked against your breast as you slowly rolled your hips against his thigh. He pulled off you with a pop and moved his lips to your other breast.
"Don't tease, James, please." You whispered, threading your fingers through his short hair.
Bucky chuckled as he left your breast and began to run his tongue over your soft skin, lightly nipping and sucking as he made his way down your body to your lace covered pussy. "And where's the fun in that, Doll?" He sent you a wink before he tugged your panties off. "Fuck," He pushed your legs apart and settled between them as he licked his lips. He could practically smell your arousal already.
You let out a soft moan, your head falling back into the pillows as Bucky ran his tongue up the length of your slit. He pushed your thighs apart wider with his large hands as he dived in and began devouring your cunt like it was his favorite meal.
"Oh, God," You arched your back as he sucked on your clit.
"C'mon, beautiful," He moaned against your core as he lapped at you. "Cum on my face." He shook his head, brushing his facial hair against your thighs.
You moaned loudly as he reached up with his right hand and pinched your nipple, giving a twist as he shoved his tongue inside your slit. Your eyes screwed shut as you felt the coil snap and you came with a cry.
Bucky didn't stop lapping at your pussy, drinking up every last drop before he pulled back with a smirk. "Got another, Doll?"
You nodded with a hum. "I'm not done yet, Sergeant." You smirked back at him making him chuckle.
Bucky moved his right hand to your hip, "Good." He ran his metal index finger up your folds making you gasp at the cold sensation. "Because neither am I." He said as he slowly pushed the didget in making you moan softly. Bucky closed his eyes with a breathy moan. "Fuck... baby..." Bucky pulled his finger out and popped it into his mouth, moaning at your taste before he put the other in so the two were equally lubed before he slipped both fingers in side of you.
You let out another deep moan as his thick fingers laid inside you. "Please, Bucky..." You squeezed your legs together around his hand.
Bucky chuckled. "So. impatient." He pulled his fingers out, twisting his hand as he did before pushing them back in with a smirk as you moaned. He watched your face as he did this a few times, thinking you were the most beautiful person in the world.
He leaned forwards and began licking your clit as he moved his fingers in and out of you.
Your back arched again as Bucky curled his fingers, finding that spot inside of you that made your toes curl as he sucked on your clit. "Bucky, I-" You cried out as you came all over Bucky's hand.
"Fuck, baby... can't wait to be inside you..." Bucky pulled his fingers out of you and once again sucked them clean.
Bucky then stood from the bed and pulled his pants and boxers off, having gotten rid of his shoes and socks earlier along with your heels.
Your eyes widened and your mouth watered at the sight of him. You'd always had a feeling Bucky was well endowed but seeing for yourself just how much of him there was, was a little shocking.
"You just gonna stare at it?" Bucky smirked at you as he stroked his cock.
You shook your head and got off the bed and dropped onto your knees before him. You looked up at Bucky as you bit your bottom lip and gently wrapped your hand around his shaft. Bucky's head dropped back as you licked his leaking tip before you wrapped your lips around it, moaning at his taste. He let out a soft moan as you gave his shaft a playful squeeze.
"Fuck-" Bucky closed his eyes briefly.
You began to bob your head slowly. Bucky moaned, his eyes falling shut again as you used your hand to slowly pumped him.
"Faster, please," Bucky begged as he moved his hips trying to hold back.
You bob your head faster as you moved your hand in time, all the while wat hung Bucky's face.
You pulled off his cock with pop, keeping your hand moving. "You don't have to hold back, James. Be rough." You smirked up at him.
Bucky licked his lips as he stared down at you. He had to admit to himself, seeing you on your knees in front of him, naked and asking him to be rough, did make it harder for him to control himself.
He began smirking to himself as he pushed your hand away and took a hold of his cock in his hand. "Open up, doll."
You grinned up at him before you opened your mouth wide.
Bucky pushed his cock all the way into your awaiting mouth, moaning deeply as his tip hit the back of your throat. He gathered your hair into a makeshift ponytail and began fucking your mouth.
His head fell back as you reached up and dug your nails into his ass cheeks pulling him closer as you swallowed around him and moaned.
"Fuckfuckfuck-" Bucky screwed his eyes shut as he came in your mouth.
Bucky pulled you off his cock only letting you catch your breath for a second before he was reaching down and picking you up.
"Was I too rough?" He whispered as he gently placed you back onto his bed.
You shook your head with a soft exhale, "Not at all." You reached up and cupped his cheek.
Bucky smiled and pressed a kiss to your lips as he settled between your legs.
You wrapped your arms and legs around Bucky as he took himself in his hand and carefully ran his tip through your slick. Your breath caught in your throat as Bucky began to push himself inside you. He made sure to go slow, not wanting to hurt you as he filled you. He stopped as he heard you whimper. "Doll?" Bucky pulled back to look down at you.
You shook your head and cupped his cheek. "I'm fine... You're just, so big." You giggled at him making blush.
"Okay... but I'm going slow."
You nodded and leaned up to kiss him. Slowly Bucky pulled out of you before pushing all the way inside of you.
Bucky kissed your neck as he slowly moved his hips, letting his dick fill you over and over.
"Fuck," Bucky breathed against your neck, "You feel so good, sweetheart."
You moaned as he licked and sucked your neck. You tangled your fingers in his hair and tugged lightly. "Please, Bucky... Harder." You begged.
You let out a needy whine as Bucky pulled out of you completely.
"Turn around. Now." He ordered.
You quickly turned around, only to have Bucky manhandle you when you weren't fast enough.
You cried out in pleasure as Bucky quickly pushed his cock back inside your pussy. He let out a deep moan as you squeezed around him and began moving his hips at a brutal pace. You moaned loudly as Bucky slammed into you. A loud crack echoed across the room as he slapped your ass with his right hand making you cry out and screw your fingers up in the bedsheets.
"Fuck, baby-" He moaned. He reached forward and wrapped his right hand around your throat. He pulled you back so your back was against his chest and turned your face so he could crash his lips against yours. His left hand slid around your body and began kneading your breast as he continued to fuck you hard and slow. "You feel so fucking good baby."
You gasped, your reached up and wrapped your hand around his wrist. "Yes! Fuck, James!" You cried out as Bucky squeezed your throat.
Bucky growled loudly as he fucked into you hard and fast.
"FUCK!" Bucky yelled.
"Oh, Bucky!" You cried out.
"That's it! C'mon, doll. Let go. I'm right there with you." Bucky moaned. He pressed his fingers against your clit and began rubbing tight circles as he felt you clench around him.
You tugged on Bucky's hair as you came hard around his cock.
"FUCK!" Bucky moaned loudly as he came, catching himself before his full body weight crushed you.
The pair of you fell onto your sides as you caught your breath. Bucky smiled against your hair as he slowly pulled himself out of you. He leaned over your side, pressing a kiss to your shoulder then your neck, kissing his way over to your lips making you giggle. He hovered over you with a playful smile. "Still need convincing, Doll?"
You nodded with a giggle, "Maybe a little."
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PART 3 OF S3 STEDDIE!!
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Welcome to Part 3!!
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Eddie watched Steve talk to Jonathan through the window of his car, checking to make sure he would be ok with Billy coming by. Apparently, from what they told Eddie, last time Billy came to pick up Max from the Byers’, he threatened to kill Lucas and gave Steve one of his worst concussions.
So fun.
When they finally drove off, Eddie and Steve stood side by side for a good minute, neither moving or even looking at each other, just standing. Until Steve made the first move to the bikes and Eddie followed.
They stayed in silence while they loaded everything into the back of the van. Mike’s bike first, then Lucas’. Then when Eddie closed the door, Steve finally spoke.
“I really am sorry about them.”
Eddie hummed and looked at him, but Steve was looking down and was biting his nails. Eddie hoped he realized it really wasn’t that big of a deal.
“No it’s fine— really, man. They weren’t doin’ any harm.” Eddie tried to reassure. Steve looked up at him skeptically, still chewing at his nails. Eddie really wanted to stop him. To pull his hands away from his mouth and hold them in his own instead. He bets Steve has soft hands.
“They really didn’t bother you? Like actually? Because I know they can all seem really pushy— even Will, in his own way— but I promise they don’t mean any harm.”
Eddie sighed, watching Steve’s eyes flit back and forth between his own. “Steve. I promise, they weren’t pushy or overwhelming or anything that might be going through that pretty little head of yours.” Steve paused and Eddie reveled in the pink that rose to his face. He smirked lightly. “If anything, it was sweet. They care about you a lot.”
Steve scoffed and turned away, walking around the van to get in, but he could see the smile on his face. Eddie chuckled and followed him over to the passenger side. When Steve hopped up and got in Eddie held the door open and leaned closely.
“What? Don’t believe me?” he smirked. The pink on Steve’s face darkened and he desperately held back a smile. “They were all over me, sweetheart. Asking questions about why I wanted to help, how I knew you, how we went to school together.” Eddie listed.
Steve scoffed again and turned away. “Get in the van, Munson.”
“Oh so I’m Munson now?”
“I swear to god—“
Eddie cackled and ran over to his side. Steve closed the door while Eddie jumped in.
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The ride was really fun. Eddie expected it to be somewhat awkward and quiet but Steve was quite the talker. Eddie was content to listen while Steve went on and on about the kids; one in particular named Dustin, who was apparently at a summer camp.
They dropped off Mike’s bike first, Steve stopping in to say hi to the Lady Wheelers before popping back out and into the van. This time with a sticker or two on his face.
“Holly,” he said, as if that explained it all.
“Ah,” he responded, and started driving.
Lucas’ was next, Steve being greeted outside by Mrs. Sinclair and apparently Lucas’ little sister Erica.
Mrs. Sinclair took the bike while Steve argued with Erica about something or other, Eddie wasn’t really paying attention to anything other than how hot Steve was when he had his hands on his hips. Those shorts did wonders for his ass, Eddie had to admit.
When Steve finally got back in the car after a hug goodbye from Mrs. Sinclair Eddie was smoking a cigarette out the window. Steve eyed his curiously. “You alright?”
Eddie finished his last drag and nodded, putting his cigarette out in the ashtray he had in his cup holder.
As Steve buckled up and Eddie pulled out he asked “Where to now, baby?”
When Steve didn’t answer for a good couple of seconds, Eddie looked over.
Steve was red in the face. Like— really red. His eyes were wide and Eddie could see a bit of green mixed with the hazel, exposed by the dying sunlight. “You alright?” he asked skeptically.
Steve nodded slowly and swallowed. He turned his head to look out the window and brought his feet up on the seat to fold against his chest. He mumbled “Your place for my car” before he folded one arm against his chest and the other against the window to pillow his head. Eddie smiled giddily and started to the trailer.
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“Baby”. The only thing that was going through Steve’s head right now.
When was the last time he’d been called any sort of pet name? Let alone something so intimate? Short answer: never. Steve was always using the pet names in relationships— both platonic and romantic. So hearing Eddie Munson, in his western accent and deep, rumbly voice, call him “baby” had sent him spiraling off kilter.
Steve closed in on himself best he could while being confined to the van. He could suddenly feel everything on him; where his shorts slightly rode up, how his shirt brushed against his shoulders oddly, how the stickers on his face from Holly stabbed slightly at his skin, everything. It was a little overwhelming.
He didn’t even notice when they pulled onto the street of Eddie’s trailer, or when the van pulled into the driveway, or when the van stopped. He jumped and nearly hit himself in the face when a hand landed on his thigh.
“Sorry!” came the rushed apology from Eddie, who quickly retracted his touch. Steve mourned the loss the of the warmth. “We’re here. You were hella zoned out so I didn’t think you noticed,” Eddie hastily explained.
With a moments pause Steve studied Eddie carefully. He studied the rosy blush on his cheeks, his ruffled hair, his dark eyes, his pretty pink lips. Steve cleared his throat and thanked him before jumping out of the van.
“Hey, man,” Eddie called to him before Steve could reach his own car. “You wanna come in for a bit? It’s only 3 and you look like you could use a nice beer.”
“Oh— I don’t want to intrude—“
“The King? Scared of intruding on a simple peasants home? How the times have changed!” Eddie placed a hand over his heart dramatically while smirking at Steve.
Steve watched him for a moment, smiled so wide his face hurt, and finally accepted. “Fuck it. Sure, I could use a beer.”
And that’s where they were now, sitting in Eddie’s room, drinking their beers and sharing their silence. Steve didn’t think it was awkward, but the more beer he drank the more he felt the urge to fill the silence that settled comfortably between them. He always was a talkative drunk.
“Hey, Eddie.” Steve placed his beer on the crowded bedside table and rolled over on his stomach. “Thanks.”
Eddie eyed him oddly and took another swig of his own beer before reaching over Steve to place it down. Steve preened at the closeness of Eddie reaching over him and rolled back into his back. When Eddie sat back down he asked
“Thanks for what?”
Steve exhaled silently. “Thanks for helping me yesterday. Most people would’ve just left. Hey— I also need to thank your friends. Jeff and Gareth right?”
Eddie paused and looked at Steve. Steve swallowed and felt his breathing pick up slightly. Beer makes it hard for him to conceal emotions. Not that there was anything he was hiding.
Eddie smirked. “You can tell them yourselves tomorrow. I planned on stopping by the store for a bit to get the ice cream I never got yesterday.”
Steve scoffed and smacked Eddie’s leg. They’ve never really spoken to each other before this. Fleeting looks in the halls, catching each other’s eyes in the cafeteria, but never speaking. If they spoke during high school then they threatened to break whatever spell was over them.
But this; this is different. This isn’t them being scared to interact. This is them taking every risk, every threat, and hitting it head on. This was Steve leaving his comfort zone to find something better.
But there wasn’t anything else to it.
(Who is he lying to?)
A sudden thought hit Steve. “Hey, do you still have that club? That DND one?”
Eddie startled a little too hard and coughed. Steve panicked and sat up, patting him on the back and yelling to “fucking breathe”.
“Holy shit.” Eddie coughed/laughed out. “His highness is acquainted with the farmer boy’s game.” He smirked.
Steve huffed and folded his arms, leaning on the headboard. “I’ve never played it myself. But the kids are all really obsessed.”
“Even Max?”
“No, just the boys.”
“Ah. And you brought up Hellfire, why?”
“Because I was wondering if you could take them in next year. They’re starting their freshman year and I want them to be as comfortable as they can. Hellfire will do that for them.”
Eddie regarded him closely, and Steve felt himself go stiff under his gaze; his shoulders rose and his arms tightened against his chest.
“You really care about those kids, huh Harrington?”
Steve exhaled. “Yeah.” his response came out barely above a whisper.
It was near 4 now, according to the clock on Eddie’s dresser. Steve really should be going. The kids would blow up his walkie if he took any longer.
But he didn’t want to move. Steve was caught in Eddie’s gaze; wonderment, curiosity, hunger. It was endearing and Steve didn’t want it to end. When was the last time someone looked at him like that? He doesn’t think Nancy ever looked at him like— even before everything went to shit.
He took in a deep breath when Eddie’s eyes flickered to his eyes and then his lips. His eyes then his lips. His eyes then his lips.
Steve sat up slowly, not knowing what else to do.
“Um—“ his voice cracked and Eddie smirked. “I have to— I have to— um, uh—“
“You have to leave?” Eddie supplied, raising an eyebrow.
Steve nodded vigorously. Gods he could feel the heat in his face while Eddie continued to smirk.
He had a lot to think about as Eddie guided him to the front door, talking lowly as to not disturb the quietness they’ve contained for the past hour. Eddie also had a hand on the small of Steve’s back, guiding him down the hall and through the living room. Steve chose not to say anything; he liked the warmth of Eddie’s hand on his back.
Eddie sees him to his car and all the while he’s talking very quietly, the cadence of his voice soothing and calming. Steve loved the way it reverberated through his skull in a soft thrum.
Steve doesn’t remember much about driving to the Byers’, he remembers pulling out of the trailer and turning on the radio, Take On Me playing quietly in the background as if letting his thoughts take front stage. He didn’t know how to feel about anything. But he knew he needed to get to the Byers’ before Max left.
Only when he blinked into reality did he notice the blue eyes in the blue Camaro staring at him intensely. Steve gulped. He couldn’t deal with this, not after such a bad migraine. Not after what happened last year.
But to Steve’s confusion, when Billy got out of his car and Steve did the same, there were no words exchanged. No death threats. No “I’ll kick your ass”. Nothing. In fact— Billy seemed headstand around Steve. And with a fluttering sensation in his gut and a small pick-up in his heartbeat, Steve thought for a moment that maybe Eddie said something to Billy yesterday to make him back off.
He disregarded this thought almost immediately.
Now he and Billy stood side by side on the Byers’ porch. Steve stood idly by, not wanting to get too close to Billy and risk having bad attitude rubbed off on him.
“Well?” Billy snapped after a moment. Steve loathed the way he jumped in his skin. “I’m not fucking knocking.”
“I didn’t know you knew what the hell that was,” Steve uttered while giving four sharp knocks to the door. Billy growled. Call animal control, Steve thought silently to himself.
“Clam it, Harrington. Just cause you have Munson on your side doesn’t do shit to save you. I’ll have your ass down and folded in seconds if I really wanted to.”
On his side?
“Talk all you want Billy, you’re all bark no bite. You scream and you talk and you say shit and yet when was the last time you followed through with something, huh? Does the new King find himself in a pickle? Or did everyone finally leave the damn kingdom.”
Billy looked ready to murder and probably would have had Jonathan not opened the door right at that moment. Billy eyed him cautiously, less in fear and more in “you know things you shouldn’t”. You know, the way Jonathan’s typically eyed.
“Steve, hey. Hargrove.” Jonathan nodded to them.
“Hey, Jon.” Steve smiled. Billy tutted and huffed, his arms crossed.
“Just get the girl already. Neil’s gonna have my ass if she doesn’t he out here already.”
Jonathan eyed Billy silently. Everyone seemed to be eyeing each other today. He nodded and went back into the house. When Billy noticed that Steve had made no moves to go inside as well, he raised an eyebrow and seemed to close in on himself even more.
“The hell are you waiting for, Harrington? You going in or not?”
Steve shrugged. He really wasn’t going anywhere until he saw Max and Billy drive away. He knew Billy wouldn’t try anything if he knew Steve was watching, and Steve was determined to keep Max as safe as possible— even if for a few seconds.
“I’m waiting for the boys. I’m dropping them off.” Which wasn’t an entire lie, really.
“Whatever.”
Max emerged from the house at that moment, eyeing Billy warily, as if he might shatter in a moments notice. Steve huffed a barely audible laugh. Max’s hair was sticking up in every-which-way; she must’ve taken a nap.
Billy stalked off the porch without a word. Jonathan was in the doorway now as well, watching Max step up to Steve and hug him before running off to the car.
“Stay safe, Red!” Steve called after her.
Max waved and called back “I will!”
Steve waved to her the entire way down the street until she and the car were gone. When he turned back to Jonathan, the latter was smiling at him. Steve blushed to the tip of his ears.
“What?”
Jonathan snickered. “Nothin, man. Get the hell in here.”
…
Mike and Lucas were hounding him the moment he stepped into the living room. Will clearly had something to say as well but kept his distance. To Steve’s pleasant surprise, El and Hopper were there as well.
Steve told them how they dropped the bikes off and explained the star and smiley stickers on his face. But he kept everything else to himself.
Hopper huffed and put his cigarette out. “Watch yourself around him, kid. Munson’s trouble.”
Steve scoffed. “Eddie couldn’t hurt a fly. He’d run in the opposite direction. You’re just wary cause he’s Hawkins’ best dealer.”
Hopper huffed and rapped his knuckles on the coffee table. “That’s exactly it. I don’t none of you kids getting involved in that shit.”
“And we won’t, you old man,” exclaimed Mike from where he sat between Will and El. “No one here is interested in that shit and I doubt he’d sell to any of us.”
Lucas and Will nodded. El had no idea what they were talking about.
Steve snorted and shared a look with Jonathan and Joyce.
“Anyway,” Steve interrupted before Hopper and Mike could chew each other’s heads off. “I better get Mike and Lucas home soon.”
Everyone groaned, including El.
“Why not have a sleepover?” El asked slowly, piecing together the sentence.
Steve shrugged. “I have no objections. But you’d all be going home early cause I have work.”
“Why couldn’t we go to work with you?” asked Mike. Lucas and Will nodded while El looked at him and Hopper expectantly.
“Um—“ Steve looked at Hopper.
“Steve, El. Kitchen please.” Hopper stood up and walked off, expecting them to follow. Steve gulped and followed with El. Oh what the fuck?
…
Eddie was positively floating the next day. He was convinced he actually had a chance Steve Harrington of all people. And no one was telling him otherwise.
As promised to Steve the previous day, Eddie was back at Scoops Ahoy. He was tagged along with Jeff and Gareth just as yesterday— but with the new addition Brian finally joining them.
(Idk if I gave him a name in the other parts so he’s Brian now.)
Just as Eddie opened the door to walk in, it burst open and he was surrounded by four familiar kids. There was a new face who lingered towards the back and Eddie waved at her. She waved back, but didn’t smile. It kind of threw Eddie off.
But Steve was inside the shop with Robin, talking animatedly to Jonathan, and Eddie felt right at home.
Man, when did that happen?
…
OK OK IM SORRY ILL MAKE A PART 4 😭😭
#stranger things#steve harrington#dustin henderson#mike wheeler#eddie munson#robin buckley#will byers#max mayfield#lucas sinclair#el hopper#steddie thoughts#steddie hcs#steddie fics#steve harrington gets killer migraines#but he has his emotional support metalhead to help#this is part 3#i’m sorry#I’ll make a spare 4
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DAYS PAST
Tonowari x Metkayina!Reader
Summary: Tonowari doesn’t like the idea of her daughter going off with a boy, but his mate is there to remind him of their youth
Warnings: N/A
Word count: 1.5k
Taglist: @eywas-heir @drinking-tea-and-be-obsessed @netherklutz
“My son, Ao’nung and daughter, Tsireya, will teach you our ways”
“Father-“
“It is decided” Tonowari, Olo’eyktan of the Metkayina welcomed Jake and his family into Awa’atlu. They sought uturu, a sanctuary away from the war back in the forests. He granted them permission to stay, but the Tsahìk Ronal was not happy with his decision, she does not trust these outsiders, especially with how they are part human themselves.
“Come, I will show you our village” Tsireya helped with their bags and led them to an empty marui on the far side of the village. He was glad at least one of his children was hospitable, he would need words with his son later. He knows that Ao’nung takes after his aunts views on them, it is evident in the scowls and remarks he threw at them.
“Who were they? ‘Wari?” a small Metkayinan woman stood next to the man, snapping him out of his trance and placing a gentle hand on his back, urging him to look at her. When he turned his head down he was face to face with his mate, ___. He did not see her with the crowd when the Omaticayans arrived, ‘she must have been deep in the ocean again’, he mused.
“That is Toruk Makto and his family. They seek uturu” he cupped his wife’s face and have her a kiss on the forehead, hand going down to her pregnant stomach, rubbing soothing circles. She was a few months along and the bump was very prominent.
“Sanctuary? why?” the look that Tonowari gave her said everything, the skypeople were back on Pandora, she knew that and she knew the forest clans were heavily affected, she just did not expect them to come here, expecting them to fight back just as she heard 15 years ago. “I will go and greet them”
“Be careful, sister” Ronal walks up to them after calming down a few worried Na’vi, glare on her face “I do not trust them, the children inherited demon blood, hair on their face and extra fingers”. ___ simply nodded, not wanting to argue with her older sister, her Tsahìk, and simply watched her as she left to her marui.
“I am ___, Tonowari’s mate” ___ introduced, her hands on her daughters shoulders and they smiled at the family, placing down a basket of freshly caught fish. The blue Na’vi did not look happy to be here, but they smiled back nonetheless. The little one, Tuktirey said her greetings out loud. It made ___ chuckle. “I am sorry if my sister, our Tsahìk, was too harsh on you all. She means well”
Neytiri huffed but nodded, she did not like Ronal after what she said about her children, therefore she did not know how to feel about the sister. Only time will tell. But for now it is best to keep up good impressions.
“Yes, thank you. I am sure she does” Jake nodded his head, hair bouncing on his shoulders. His arm was around his youngest, bringing her to his chest. She was tired from the long journey and yawned.
“We will leave you to settle in. There is no communal dinner tonight, but I have brought some fish your way. Come, Tsireya” They bid their goodbyes and walked back to their marui, speaking of the Omaticayans and what they would do to help them settle in more comfortingly.
“I will go diving with them tomorrow, show them our reefs” Tsireya bounced on the walkway, excited at the prospect of new friends, and hopefully a new lover. Her tail swayed at the thought of him, the boy. He was sweet even if they’ve only met today for a few mere moments.
“That is a good idea, and ‘Reya, I have noticed you staring at that boy, do you like him?” like mother like daughter, ___ read her mind. She saw the look on her child’s face when they were back with the forest Na’vi, watching at Toruk Makto’s youngest son, the one they call Lo’ak.
There was no point in lying to her Sa’nok, so Tsireya decided to say the truth. “He said ‘hey’ to me mama! You should have seen him!” ___ giggled, one word and she was already captured by him, like fish in a net.
“Who said ‘hey’ to you?” Tonowari was sat by the side of the pod, his legs dangling over the water as he sharpened his spear, preparing for an afternoon hunt. His ears perked up at the sounds of his girls walking into their home, watching the little flush his daughter had grow on her face.
Tsireya’s eyes widened “no one ma sempul” and she scurried out of the house, going to see what her brother was up to, hopefully nothing terrible.
___’s mate looked towards his wife, eyes questioning, hands stopping their ministrations. “Our daughter may have fallen for someone” the woman went to sit beside him, holding the underside of her full tummy, rubbing the skin and feeling larger hands atop hers.
Tonowari hummed, not liking the idea of his only daughter going off with some boy, he had a suspicion it was with Jake’s, seeing the way the boy looked at his kid. It was the same look he gave ___ when they were properly introduced for the first time. “I do not know how to feel about that. Tsireya is just a baby”
“She is thirteen my love, soon she will entertain the prospect of boys and relationships, and in the future a mate”
The Olo’eyktan’s shoulders and ears visibly drooped, a large sigh escaping his chest, his wife was right. “Where did the time go, flower? She was just a small bundle merely yesterday. Now she is a beautiful, strong, independent women”
“Our child has grown up, just like Ao’nung…do you remember when we were in the same situation?” ___ grinned, blue eyes shining at the memories of a teenage Tonowari trying to court her with pretty woven necklaces and bags of pearls he spent hours collecting in the reef. Trinkets she held very dear then, and still holds now, one of which is wrapped around her neck.
Tonowari leaned into his mate and pecked the bridge of her nose, smiling at her, hand coming up to hold the back of her neck, feeling the shells of her necklace digging into his fingers. “I will never forget the first time I saw you, really saw you. You looked so beautiful at the party, the Tulkun returned and you were in the waters singing with your spirit sister, I could not take my eyes off of you for hours”
“So she told me” ___ giggled, briefly remembering when her tulkun spoke of the boy watching her from the shores. “She said you were a creep”
“Did she now?” Tonowari’s forehead raised, eyes widening.
“And I agreed” he bellowed out a laugh, eyes crinkling at the sides. “You never left me alone after that, always accompanying me around the waters. Ronal said you asked of me all the time”
“Ronal is the equivalent of a sea snake”
___ gasped and slapped his shoulder, grin spreading across her pretty face “I am telling her you said that!”
“Kehe! Please do not! She would kill me” the man visibly shuddered. There is nothing more frightening than her older sister, who is so overly protective of ___. It took her forever to accept their relationship, afraid that he would take advantage and hurt her younger sister in some way.
___ smooched his mouth, cupping his face “do not worry ‘Wari, I will protect you”
“My strong warrior” he mused, about to give her another kiss when their children entered the marui, Ao’nung visibly shuddered at the sight of his parents being so lovey with each other, sticking his tongue out at them, Tsireya noticed and slapped his shoulder.
Tonowari straightened up, still needing to give him the talk, asking him to sit next to them. Ao’nung noticed his fathers serious demeanour and slowly crept next to his mother for protection. “Son, you will treat the Sully’s with respect, I have asked you to help them become Metkayina so I expect no quarrels. As future Olo’eyktan I need you to take this seriously”. The boy furiously nodded, not wanting to disappoint his father any further, “And I want you to watch over the youngest boy, I do not like how he has been eyeing your sister”
“Sempul!” Tsireya screeched from the other side of the hut, round cheeks turning a deep shade of purple, hiding behind the woven basket of fish she brought out.
___ held her swollen belly and laughed loudly, slowly getting up from her position over the edge of their home and walking towards her daughter, taking the fish and getting ready to cook dinner. “‘Wari, what did we just talk about earlier?”
“I know, flower. But I still do not like his staring!”
Ao’nung just shook his head and sighed, this was going to be a long night.
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Loyalty Test (Zolu X reader)
I got a request for this and thought i might have a go, i'v changed it up a bit so i hope thats ok. Zoro X Luffy X Reader, Poly relationship, established relationship, reader is GN.
Plot: Your sister isn't convinced that Zoro and Luffy wont be loyal to you so sets them up to be flirted with while she makes you watch form a back room.
Warning: Bad language, suggestive content and angst.
The bar your sister runs is jam packed with people and the straw hat crew all having fun with Music, dancing, drinking and food. It's the first time your sister has met your boyfriends and your crew, but she seemed happy for you, oh how wrong you were. "This is so good" Luffy smiles digging onto the massive plate of food in the middle of the round table your sitting at, at the moment it was just Luffy, you Zoro, Chopper and Usopp either drinking or eating while the others were off doing other things. "Hay don't hog it all" Usopp yells at the Captain who just ignores him and keeps eating making you laugh a little leaning closer into Zoro who has his arm around your shoulders while drinking a big mug of beer "You know how Luffy is Usopp, there's no stopping him" You chime in earning a big grin from the Captain before he offers you some meat he just took a bite out of "You should try it, it's so good... not as good as Sanji's cooking though" The Captain laughs watching as you lean forward and take a bit ripping the meat off the bone with ease and enjoying the flavor "Wow that is good" Your comment was interrupted by Luffy's lips on the corner of your mouth lightly licking to get the left over meat off your face before pulling away. Heat raises too your cheeks only to hear Zoro laugh behind you "After all this time you still get flustered" The swordsman pulls you back into him his chest against your back as he lays his head on your shoulder only for you to pout in response.
Your sister has been watching form the side lines waiting for the perfect moment to drag you away, she loves you with all her heart, but she's not convinced the two pirates will be loyal to you or each other, so she set up snail cameras and audio to capture what she has set up for the two boys. The moment came perfectly, Zoro was done with his drink, and she knew he would get up in a few minutes to get another, so she head over placing a hand on your shoulder with a smile "Hay sorry to interrupt but i was hoping to have your help in the back" Looking up at your sister you nod going to stand only for Zoro to keep hold of you "Zo, please let go" You sigh turning to face the man "Don't i get a goodbye kiss?" He asks, his cheeks slightly red form all the drinking "I'll only be gone for a few minutes... but ok" You playfully roll your eyes before leaning in cupping his cheeks and placing your lips on his, it was short but it seemed to satisfy him letting you go so you can finally stand "What about me?" Luffy wipes his mouth of food looking up at you with pout "Of course my Captain" You bend down placing your lips on his feeling him lean into it while his hand rubs your hip lightly. After pulling away your sister grabs your arm and pulls you along to the back room behind the bar "So what do you need help with?" you ask but get no response until your in the back room and the door is closed.
Confused you look around the back room full of stock items along with stacked spare tables and chairs but what really caught your eye was a screen with two chairs in front along with a Snail projector in the middle "I know your going to be mad but i set up a loyalty test" Your eyes widen as you turn to face your sister who locks the door before walking over to you "I don't want you getting hurt and i don't trust them" Your shock turns into anger but you grit your teeth not wanting to yell "What the Hell? They wouldn't cheat and this is so stupid" You go to walk away, but she grabs your arm and pulls you over to the chairs "Please just sit and watch, you could be right but you also could be wrong, plus i won't get the money back" Sitting down you glare at your sister now even madder that she spent money on this but before you can say anything else she turns on the projector showing two different cameras, one facing the bar and one facing the table you were just at. "The hell sis?" you didn't know what else to say, all of this seemed so unreal. "I got two different people, a boy and a girl, they'll both approach the two when there alone, and we'll see what happens. so please just stay and watch" Your sister explains grabbing your hand to stop you form getting up and leaving "Fine, I'll stay but only to prove you wrong".
Zoro stands up from the tables and pats his Captains head before leaving "I'm gonna get another drink" the green haired man calls out before heading to the bar and sitting on the Bar stool ordering another beer. High heals approach him from behind before taking the seat next to him, she's beautiful, long flowing hair, curvy waist and a tight red dress but Zoro's focus is on the Drink that just got passed to him. "I haven't seen you here before" Her voice was sweet along with her smile but the Swordsman only glanced at her before taking a gulp of his beer "I'm Emily" she holds her hand out for him to shack but Zoro just looks at her hand then to her not saying a word "I think i know you, Roronoa Zoro, the pirate hunter turned Pirate, very impressive, your more handsome than your wanted poster" She giggles pulling her hand away but leaning forward a bit showing a little more of her cleavage only for the Swordsman to look at the bar and take a drink "Your not a marine or a bounty hunter so what do you want?" Zoro finally speaks making the woman next to him giggle and run her fingers over his arm leaning closer to his ear "Your very attractive, i'm sure a man like you knows how to treat a girl" she whispers batting her eyelashes at him but the Swordsman stands looking down at her "I have two partners, I'm not interested" The girl stands stepping a little closer, her chest almost touching his "They don't have to know" She whispers but her flirtatious smile soon turns into shock when Zoro uses his thumb to slightly unsheathe one of his swords "I said, I'm not interested Lady... now back off" His words where like venom, getting the hint the lady gulps and steps back before walking away a look of fear in her eyes.
A small laugh leaves your lips as you sit with your arms crossed watching your sisters shocked face "Told you so... also i think your gonna have to pay for that girl therapy" Your sister turns to you with a slight glare, she really didn't expect the swordsman to pass up on that girl, but now it was Luffy's turn, and she had a feeling his naive attitude would get him to do something he shouldn't. Turning back to the screen a man walks up to Luffy with a plate of meat, Chopper and Usopp had just left to do something so right now the Captain was all alone with an empty plate in the middle while licking his lips. "Hay, you still hungry? We have left overs in the back and thought you might want it" The young man smiles, he was handsome with slicked back hair and a tight white shirt with black pants showing his abs and large biceps off "Hell yea" Luffy smile grabbing the plate of meat off the man who sits next to him. The man takes a piece of meat on a bone earning a confused look from the captain "Let me help you" The young man smiles holding the meat out to Luffy who goes to grab it only for it to be pulled away "I meant let me feed you, come on can't let a cutie like you get his hands dirty" The man flashes a flirtatious smile, Luffy stares at him for a minute before laughing and grabbing the meat off the man holding it in his hands "Your funny" The captain calms down enough to eat the meat pulling it off the bone and putting the now empty plate down. The young man stares in shock not able to comprehend what just happened but soon snaps out of it going back to being flirty.
"Impressive" The mans words gets Luffy's attention who looks over at him with a smile "Thank you" The man leans in closer placing his hand on Luffy's thigh "Maybe you could show me what else you can do with that mouth of yours? How about we get out of here... just the two of us" The man whispers never breaking eye contact with the Captain, things suddenly sink in for Luffy now realizing what is actually going on. With a smile Luffy removes the mans hand from his thigh and scoots away a little "Sorry but i have two partners." Luffy looks over at the Bar spotting Zoro right away but the man places his hand back on Luffy's thigh "He's not looking, he won't notice" The man leans closer but Luffy stands adjusting his hat keeping a smile on his face "Thanks for the food" The Captain simply says before walking off and over to Zoro hugging the swordsman form behind. Zoro jumps a little thinking the girls back but relaxes once he hears Luffy's laugh, the swordsman smiles and turns in his seat letting the Captain sit on his lap "That guys weird" Luffy sates making Zoro raise and eyebrow and look over at the table but no one is there "What guy? He bothering you?" The swordsman scowls turning to Luffy and putting a hand around his waist "He offered me food which was nice, but then he started flirting with me, even when i said no... but he's gone so don't worry" Luffy wraps his arms around Zoro's neck and leans in kissing the swordsman before placing his head on Zoro's shoulder.
That was the one of the many things you love about Luffy, he's open and honest, yes he can be childish and naive at times, but he's not stupid at all. "Happy now?" You ask looking over at your Sister who sighs "I'm sorry but let's wait... i want to see if things change when they swap" Your sister crosses her arms over her chest still not convinced making you groan and stand up only for her hand to grab your arm "I'm putting a stop to this, they won't cheat. Why are you so connived they will cheat?" finally snapping at your sister she takes a step back but forces herself to keep a tight hold on your arm "I don't want you to get hurt" Rolling your eyes at her you yank your arm away forcing her to let go "Bullshit, there's no way thats just it. No one goes to this length just because of that. Tell me" Your sister sits as you step closer towering over her "I don't trust them. Not only are you in a Open relationship but their pirates. Zoro's a chick magnet and probably has no idea when a girl is flirting with him and Luffy is naive he'd probably go off with someone without thinking twice. I wanted you to see it the way i do. Yes they said no this time but maybe Zoro doesn't like girls as much as he likes boys and Vise versa for Luffy." She rambles but soon stops herself seeing the hurt on your face.
Your voice is clam and clear as you talk even with the tears welling up in your eyes "First it's not a Open relationship, it's a poly relationship we love each other equity, and we all agreed to it. Second i'm a pirate too but i don't see why that has anything to do with this and Third... You've known them for a day, i've known them for years and i'm not going to let anyone treat them like this not even family" You wipe away a tear that falls before turning your back on her and walking to the door only stopping once you unlock it "I'm very disappointed in you" You give her one last look before leaving closing the door behind you and stepping out into the bar "We're leaving now" You state walking over to Zoro and Luffy who are still sitting at the bar "What's wrong?" Zoro asks looking you over before Luffy jumps off his lap and cups your face "Are you crying?" The captain asks only for you to move his hands off his face and start walking to the door "I said where leaving, come on" You call out pushing the doors open, the two boys look at each other before running after you. Walking down the street, the only light being the street lamps and the cold night air hitting your skin, everything made it hard for you to keep it together "Baby, hay stop" Zoro runs up to you and grabs your arms stopping in front of you now seeing the tears rolling down your cheeks "What's wrong? What happened?" Luffy asks wiping the tears off your cheeks "I just want to go back to the Sunny. please" You can't help the tears that fall "Come on" Zoro sighs wrapping his arm around your waist and walking back to the ship with Luffy holding your hand leading the way.
It took you a while to clam down, you felt so hurt by your sister but you were so proud of your boys for dealing with the situation. Sitting on your shared bed, Luffy held you close to his side, his arm around your shoulders with your head close to his neck while Zoro sat in front of the two of you. You told them everything even how proud you were of them but also how you felt guilty for letting it happen, you just wanted your sister to see what you see but having her still not convinced after everything she saw really hurt. "That bitch" Zoro growls his hand gripping the bed sheet as he looked down at his crossed legs, not only did she set them up, but she was going to do it again. "I'm sorry" You whisper but feel Luffy's lips press against your forehead "It's ok, you didn't set it up and you proved her wrong. You know we would never do that to each other, i love you two so much" The wide smile on his face makes you smile back leaning up to kiss his cheek "I know you two would never do that but i'm still sorry i let it happen" Zoro leans forward and runs his hand up and down your leg getting you to look at him "It's fine, it's her loss anyway, not only did she waste money on this, but she also hurt you." The swordsman moves closer taking your hand with a serious look "Can i be honest babe?" You nod even though there's now a deep pit in your stomach. Luffy raises an eyebrow at the swordsman not knowing what could be so serious "I think she wanted us to cheat... I think she wanted to be right. I could be wrong but iv seen the way she looks at us three, you may not see it because she's your sister but i see jealousy and anger."
It hurts to hear it but Zoro's very observant and wouldn't lie to hurt you, he's not that kind of man "You think she wanted us to break up?" Luffy asks trying to think back to this morning when they first met your sister, she seemed so nice. "I-I don't think" you try to say but a part of you knows he's right, maybe she was jealous, but she's your sister and you love her, you would never do this to her so why would she do it to you. "Sorry, i know it's not something you want to hear but its just my opinion, it doesn't mean its true" Zoro states seeing your conflicting emotions, he leans in and places a light kiss on the side of your lips seeming to bring you out of your own head "I love you two" You smile looking at the two boys just feeling the need to say those simple words but it makes Luffy smile wide leaning down and crashing his lips onto yours. Wrapping your arms around his neck you lean into it more feeling his arm go around your waist as the other pulls Zoro in who lets a small smile show as you two pull away "I love you guy too" The captain leans over kissing Zoro on the lips who gladly returns it, running his hand through Luffy's black hair and under his straw hat. Luffy soon pulls away licking his lips "You taste of beer" The Captain laughs earning a snicker off the Swordsman "Yea well you taste of meat.... I love it though" Zoro shoots back before turning to you placing his hand on your cheek "I love both of you" The swordsman leans over but your quicker crashing your lips onto his running a hand through his green hair as your lips move with his.
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Will Graham x sister!reader
summary: Will tries to protect his sister from himself and his life, only to push her even closer to it || warnings: knives, blood, gore, graphic injury, death, murder || words: 973 || masterlist
You're sitting on your brother's porch, watching the sun rise as you wait for him. The ground is frozen over, as it often is during winter mornings and your breath forms a mist in front of you. The front door opens and Winston comes running to greet you. Will follows him out and you turn towards him.
"Morning."
"Good morning." His voice is stilted, like he's on edge. "Listen, this isn't a good time..."
"Oh, have you got work or-"
"Yeah. Something like that."
Your mood drops at his rejection. "Ok. I've got the book you asked for and some stuff for the dogs." You offer the bag that was beside you.
"Thanks."
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You're sitting outside his door again, waiting for Will to arrive home. Life hadn't been great recently and sometimes all you need is your brother. A car pulls up to the house and two men get out. Will and someone dressed in a very fancy suit.
"Will!" You call out to him and both men turn to face you. Will walks over to you and offers you a hand to stand.
"Hannibal, this is my sister Y/N. Y/N, this is Hannibal Lecter, we work together at the FBI."
"It's nice to meet you." You begin.
Will interrupts you. "What do you need?" He glances back to Hannibal and then to you.
Is this why Will was so distant lately? Becuase he made a new friend? "It's fine Will. It's nothing. I was just leaving anyway." You bite back your emotions and wave a goodbye before getting in your car and driving away from your brother and his new friend Hannibal Lecter.
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Jack Crawford calls.
Will's been arrested for a string of murders. Your heart is in your mouth and you find yourself running to the bathroom and emptying your stomach in the toilet. You can hear a muffled question through the phone but the words aren't clear and your head is spinning.
You find yourself on his porch again. Winston's head is laying across your lap and it's the only thing keeping your grounded. Stray tears run down your chin before you can wipe them away and the wind makes goosebumps rise on your skin.
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Will was released and aquitted from prison months ago. You know he's seen you walking in the woods near his cabin but he doesn't say anything. He doesn't call and he doesn't text you back anymore. It's like he isn't your brother.
"What's going on Will?"
He's standing outside your door, sweat glistening on his forehead and a distinct bloodstain on his cuffs. The pain in his eyes is immeasurable and his hands shake slightly.
"We need to go. Hannibal is crazy, he's going to try and kill you. We need to go."
Before you can reply, his phone rings. He shows the contact to you and it's Hannbial ringing him. You can't get your head around what Will is talking about. Hannbial is trying to kill you? You've met the man once. Maybe Will is going crazy like Alana said he was. Maybe he's not your brother anymore.
Will is pushing you out of the door, telling you to meet him at his place before he picks up the call and starts talking.
You're running. The woods are so familiar to you, bringing you a sene of comfrot as you reach the beaten path you alway take. The cabin draws nearer and a dog comes to greet you as you run towards them all.
Someone's already on the porch, standing stall and shrouded in darkness.
Your steps come to patterned stop as you stare at the figure. Tentatively you reach for you phone and switch on the torch. Hannibal is standing there, knife in hand, blood dripping from his fingers.
"Hannibal?" Your voice is quiet, afraid.
He smiles, sending a shiver down your spine as you turn and run back towrds the wood. In your panic, your foot twists and you fall to the ground. Hannibal stalks towards you, his smirk growing wider as the knife is raised.
You fumble to your feet, heart thundering as footsteps follow you into the woods. Your phone rings. It's Will.
"Will! Help me. Hannibal's here." You're yelling into the phone, not caring if Hannibal can hear whre you are. Will is yelling back down the phone telling you to run and try to loop back to the house towards him.
You dash to your left, ducking under low branches and trying to quiet your panting breaths. An arm wraps around your neck, holding you against a body. You struggle against his hold but a knife is quickly pressed against your cheek.
You're dragged back through the woods to the cabin where Will is waiting. His face is filled with worry, then replaced by fury as he sees Hannibal holding you.
"I didn't want this for us Will."
Will shakes his head. "Let her go. She doesn't know anything."
Hannibal traces the tip of knife from your temple to your chin and you try to lean away from it. He digs into your skin as you gasp in pain.
"Will-" A sharp pain in your chest cuts you off as you're unceremoniously dropped to the ground. You glance down to see a pool of red soaking into your shirt. Will is by your side in an instant, pressing hard against your chest as you gasp for air you can't seem to get.
"Will." You mutter. He meets your eyes, tears springing in his own. "It's okay. It's okay."
You're fading fast, Hannibal knowing just where to stab to hurt you the most and leave Will unable to save you. The corners of your vision blacken and you reach a hand to Will's face.
"It's okay..."
The world goes black and the last thing you hear is your brother's cry of pain as you fade from the world.
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Aegon ii and Aemond x sister reader where they get jealous about all the suitors that want her hand and decided to fuck her to show her who she's belongs to.??
18+ smut
Y/n danced with the Lords as her brother's watched from afar, Alicent had decided to host a grand feast to introduce her daughter in hopes to secure her a good husband. Y/n was draped in light pink dress, a colour she did not wear often but her mother wished for her to shine amongst the Ladies of court. The dress low cut with jewellery dangling off her, she looked like a goddess as she spun around the room. Her hair flaring out as a Lord spun her into another's arms, her laughter resonating through the room as men fought for her attention. Each more handsome than the next as she moved around, small greeting exchanged before she moved onto the next Lord. Aemond twirled a dagger in his hand, a dangerous look in his eye as men stared at his younger sister, turning his head to see Aegon with a similar look on his face. The two silently agreeing that they needed to show their dear sister who she belonged to, Targaryen's are not meant to be shared with peasants, they are close to gods and should stay within their own blood. Y/n had never shared their views, she loved her family dearly but wished to marry someone she loved, no matter what rank or title they had.
Aemond had finally had enough as a Lord handed Y/n a glass, her chest heaving from dancing for so long, drinking the sweet wine as the Lord spoke to her. Standing he walked over towards them, his sister turning excitedly to see him, pulling him over as she explained who the Lord was. Aemond not listening as he hummed and nodded along, staring down the Lord until he apologised and bid goodbye to Y/n. Confused she turned to Aemond, slightly hurt as she believed she had made a friend.
"I thought he was nice, perhaps you scared him off?" Aemond huffed at her, directing them both back to the table where Aegon glared at the men watching his sister, Aemond sitting her back between the two as she began happily telling them of who she danced with.
"He was very handsome and he did not once ask me about children or if he would be king! He was wonderful to dance with." Aemond hit his knife against the table, shocking her as she turned to him, Aegon leaning in to whisper in her ear as she fussed over Aemond.
"I think you should be careful dear sister, jealous men do not tend to play nice." His hand landing on her thigh as Aemond turned and smirked at her, the two brother's crowding her as she gave them confused looks.
"So eager to please all these men, and yet you leave us sat alone. Teasing us as you flirt with every man in the room. Did you forget about us?" Aemond taunted, pushing her hair behind her ear to whisper in it, his hot breathe making her shiver as she stuttered out a reply.
"I would never forget about you two, i did not mean to upset you both." Y/n's eyes plead with them as she truly felt sad for upsetting them, thinking she had been selfish to not dance with them.
"Do not fret Y/n, we shall show you who you belong to soon." Aegon's hand pinched her inner thigh as Aemond laid a kiss on her neck, the two pulling back to see her blushing madly and unable to answer them. Both chuckling as they turned back to the feast, Alicent speaking to many of the Lord's fathers as she kept an eye on her children.
The two brothers waited until it was dark, having allowed their sister to believe she was out of trouble, entering her room, Y/n tucked under her thick sheets in a thin night dress. Aegon crawling next to her on one side as Aemond did the same the other, her bed large enough to fit 5 people allowing the two to lounge next to her. Aegon pulling her sheet away as she turned away from him trying to savour the warmth he stole, rolling into Aemond's arms as he pushed her hair away from her face. Aemond pulling the sheet off her until she began to mumble annoyed and grabbed for it, instead her hand coming in contact with Aegon's thigh. Still half asleep she screwed up her eyebrows and continued to feel around for her sheets until Aegon took hold of her hand placing it on his growing bulge, Aemond pushing Y/n onto her back as her eyes shot open. Unable to move as Aegon palmed himself with her smaller hand, Aemond sucking on her fingers on the other hand as she tried to bring both her hands back. Her brothers laughing as she looked around confused.
"Why do you look so confused Y/n? We told you we would show you who you belonged to, did you think yourself safe from us?" Aemond tutted as his brother talked, Y/n's eyes meeting his before turning and dropping to where her hand now disappeared into Aegon's trousers, feeling him against her hand as he groaned. Aemond's hand coming to grab at her covered breast, a small whimper coming from her as she turned to face him, a smirk on his face as he watched her nipple harden under the thin cotton.
"Do you see what you do to us? How neglectful you have been Y/n?" Aemond spoke, both men trying to control themselves as they looked at Y/n's innocent face. The girl nodded as Aemond continued to grab and pull at her breasts, her thighs coming off the bed as she squirmed under his touch. Her hand flexing on Aegon's cock as he guided her so he could fuck her hand, Aemond biting on her finger as she whined. Aegon pulling her hand from his cock as he moved to remove his shift, Aemond working his hands down her body until he took both hands and ripped her thin dress in half, her hands coming to cover herself as they both stared at her with lust. Each moving to take one of her hands that hid her body from them, Aemond kissing her palm gently whilst Aegon nipped and kissed along her inner arm. Y/n blushed as she leant back, relaxing as her brothers touched her, Aegon's hands rougher whilst Aemond savoured her body, the two opposites making her head spin.
Aegon moved behind Y/n as Aemond moved in front of her, Aegon's hands coming to palm at her breasts, enjoying how she reacted and keened against him, small moans coming from her as he pinched her nipples. Aemond's hands coming to her hips as he stared at her, her eyes stuck on him as he kissed her, stealing her first kiss as she melted into the two of them. Breaking apart he kissed down her neck, between her breasts where he left small nips and sucked bruises onto her. Aegon doing the same to her neck and shoulder, feeling her squirm against his front, her body pushing against his aching cock as he ground into her. Aemond making his way further down her body until he could pull her legs apart, groaning as he saw how wet she was, bring her hand between her thighs to collect the wetness, presenting her hand to Aegon as he spoke.
"You are so needy for us little sister, your body knows you belong to us." Aegon chuckling as she looked over her shoulder to watch him suck her fingers, moaning at the taste as she felt herself clench around nothing. Aemond watching as he stared at her cunt, his hand dipping between her folds as she tried to close her legs, his hand coming to catch her thigh in a bruising hold.
"Keep them open." He demanded in high valerian, Y/n whining in response as she went to talk, Aegon biting down on her neck causing a moan to break from her instead, Aemond's thumb finding her clit easily to swipe along it. Her body jolting from so much stimulation, unused to anyone touching her, Aegon smirking against her neck as he soothed his tongue over the bite.
"You look so pretty like this, laid out for us as we play with you like a doll." Aegon whispered in her ear, nipping at her ear as she dropped her head against his shoulder, Aemond now founding a rhythm that made her cry out her hands coming to try to move him away. Aegon grabbing her hand to place it over his on her breast, her other in Aemond's hair as he lowered himself and pulled her thigh over his shoulders. Biting along her thigh as he marked her up, loving how he could see her dripping from their actions, her thighs squeezing his head as he licked along her folds. A moan coming from her as Aegon sucked on her neck, using her hand to squeeze her breast, his other roughly gripping her other breast as he watched them jiggle in his hold. Aemond watched her closely as he moved to suck on her clit, her hands tightening around her breast and in his hair as she bent her back in Aegon's hold.
Y/n's mouth opened as she moaned, her body moving against Aemond's tongue and Aegon's hands everywhere he could grab at her, Aegon taking the opportunity to move his hand and put 2 fingers into her mouth. His fingers on her tongue as she drooled around them, moaning as she sucked on them, Aemond's tongue now fucking in and out of her as her eyes rolled back. Aegon letting go of her hand as she kept playing with her breast, his hand dropping to her clit as the two of them worked together. Her legs twitching as she moaned louder, head thrown back as tears ran down her face, the feeling too much as she came over Aemond's face. Aemond pulling back to lazily clean her up whilst Aegon kept his pace, sobs and begs coming from her full mouth as she tried to pull his hand away, both boys chuckling at her pleas. Aegon finally bringing his hand away as Aemond placed a kiss on her thigh, his lips and chin glistening as she looked at him, Aegon's fingers pulling from her mouth as he dragged her face to kiss her deeply.
"If we knew that would have been all it took for you to be so dumb for us, we would have done it years ago." Aegon chuckled into her neck, her chest rising and falling as she tried to close her legs, Aemond's breathe against her making her whine as he blew cold air onto her clit. The two of them loving how receptive she was, her toes uncurling and hand moving from Aemond hair as she relaxed completely. Drool on her cheek which Aemond wiped away, before gripping her cheeks and watching as the tear fell from her eye when she closed them.
"I cannot wait to watch you cry as you take us both, so sensitive i think you might pass out between us." Y/n's eyes widening, she had thought they would have had their fill and left, not expecting them to continue as she felt herself shiver with anticipation. His fingers going back into her mouth as she sucked on them, Aemond groaned as he ground himself into the bed, pulling his fingers free and nodding at Aegon. Aegon moving back as Aemond gripped Y/n's hip and flipped her onto the front, a squeak coming from her as the rest of her night dress left her body. Her hips raised and face in Aegon's lap as she tried to sit up, hands on his thighs as she raised her head, innocent eyes meeting Aegon's as he pushed her hair back so he could hold it in a ponytail. His other hand reaching to pull himself from his trousers as her eyes widened at the first cock she had ever seen, Aemond smirking as he smacked her ass, a cry coming from her. Her body jolting closer to Aegon as he jerked himself, her mouth hovering over him as he used his hand to push her mouth open, Aemond using his wet fingers to swirl around her clit then pushing a finger into her. Y/n moaning as Aegon pulled her head down until she gagged on his cock, Aemond watching as his finger disappeared inside her, feeling how she clenched around him. Pushing another finger in as she jolted between the two bodies, Aegon pushing her back and forth as his head fell back with a groan, her mouth hot and wet as she drooled over his cock, drunk on both of her brothers.
Aemond felt mesmerised as he watched her cum drip onto his hand, a third finger stretching her further as she whimpered against Aegon, his fingers dragging along her scalp as he pushed her further. Aemond waited until Y/n moaned, feeling her getting closer to cumming as he placed his thumb against her clit, his hand now quickly fucking in and out of her as the noises of her mouth and cunt filled the room. His cock painfully hard as he moved his hand to jerk himself, the pace of his hand making her bounce on and off of Aegon as he groaned out her name.
"Aemond if you don't hurry up and fuck her begging cunt i won't be able to hold off so we can fill her with our cum." Aegon opened his eyes to look at his brother, Y/n moaning at his words as her cunt clenched tightly around Aemond fingers, the latter chuckling as he pulled his cock from his trousers. Rubbing himself along her slit as he collected her cum to help himself ease in, his tip knocking harshly against her clit as she cried out. Aegon pulling her off his cock to bring her upwards as he claimed her lips, Aemond pushing into her as he did, Y/n biting Aegon's lip as she cried out in pain, Aemond not stopping as he slowly filled her to the brim. Her hand reaching back towards Aemond as he gently took it, linking their fingers as he and Aegon praised her.
"You're doing so well, so well for us." Aemond repeated, controlling himself so he would not relentlessly fucked her, Aegon groaning as he tasted his own blood in his mouth, smirking at her as he pushed her back towards his cock. Her mouth opening on instinct as she took him as far as she could, his hands pulling back her hair as Aemond thrust in and out of her, no longer needing to guide her to suck his cock as Aemond's pace made her bounce back and forth. Moans coming from her as Aemond pounded into her, her cunt clenching around him as she tried to keep him inside her, his gaze staying on how his cock disappeared inside her. Her cunt drenched as it pooled as the base of his cock and dripped onto the mattress beneath them, Aegon moaning loudly as he pushed her head down and came in her mouth. Y/n following as she felt his hot cum down her throat, gagging slightly as she moaned around him, her cunt spasming as she tried to milk Aemond for all he was worth. Aemond groaning loudly as he felt her squirt around him, his trousers soaked as he fucked into her harder finally cumming inside her as she slumped between the two.
Aegon pulled her from his cock as she laid on his thigh, panting as his cum dripped from her mouth, eyes wide and blown as she squirmed at Aemond pulling from her. His fingers pushing his cum back inside her as he hardened again at the sight, Aegon moving to watch her drip onto the bed, legs wide as her hips met the mattress without Aemond holding her up. Aegon moved to let her rest against the pillow, her arms coming to hug the pillow as she drifted in and out of consciousness, the two brothers smirking at each other as they watched their cum drip from her mouth and cunt. Aegon taking his place behind her as he dragged her to the edge of the bed, Y/n whining as she had no fight in her, Aemond pulling her face up towards his cock as Aegon pushed himself inside her. The wet noise as he slowly thrust the mixture of cum and spit back into her, small sobs coming from her as she gripped the sheets. Her whole body on fire and over stimulated as Aemond gave her a mocking look.
"Who do you belong to?" Y/n sobbed out their names as Aegon's pace quickened, her mouth open as Aemond guided his cock to her mouth.
"Good girl, we did warn you we were going to fill you to the brim, going to breed you so everyone knows you belong to us." Aegon laughed as he pounded into her, her arms shaking as she held herself up mouth full as Aemond thrust into her throat.
"Can't wait to see your tits swollen with milk, stomach full of our children and no one will ever try to to take you from us." Aegon spoke, leaning over her to play with her breasts as they bounced with her body between her brothers. Bruises on her thighs and breasts from their hands, bites and marks all over her neck and shoulders as they ran their hands over her.
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going home
Simon ghost Riley x reader
Liability chapter fourteen!
summary: reader bids her friends goodbye as she readies herself to go home and deal with the aftermath of her sisters death. Having to say goodbye to Simon proved much harder than she ever imagined.
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Simon walks into the base and hands his weapon to one of the soliders who took care of it. He pauses as he spots a familiar redhead speaking to a group of medics. He wasn’t expecting to see her again, he figured that she woud’ve left by now. Part of him was thankful that he was given another chance to say goodbye, another part wished she’d gone. Each time they spoke it was harder to push her into the back of his mind. He lingers in the area for a few minutes before her eyes find him. She hugs the medics and moves over to him holding her suitcase and bag in her hands.
“didn't expect to see you here, thought you were leaving” he comments
“got delayed” she says softly
He noitces the sadness in your eyes, and the pain that's eating away at her “how have you been holding up?”
“I'm doing my best to keep my shit together” she admits sadly ”if one more person tries to talk to me about her I think I might scream, anyways how was the mission, seemed like you were in and out”
“it was just a routine operation. Not too much action or anything special” he says taking her bags and setting them on the ground.
“I'm glad that I caught you guys before leaving” she smiles
“thought you already said your goodbyes?”
“one more can't hurt right?”
“alright, then, get to it” he jokes
“I am gonna miss you Simon, who else is gonna tell me the dumbest fucking jokes all day?” she asks, causing him to laugh.
“and you're gonna miss my brilliant sense of humor” he says this in a sarcastic, yet playful tone. “you just love to hear me talk, don't ya?”
“I like your accent” she admits, mocking his voice
“oh, really? well you wouldn't be the first to find it charming and irresistible” he brags
She laughs loudly, playing it off as a joke, though she knew it was true. “yet another thing I'm gonna miss, your massive ego”
“a massive ego?” he questions, not even bothering to deny it “I mean, it's the truth, innit?”
“hand to god it is the truth” she admits
“You might be the only person who can make me laugh at myself”
“someone needs to knock you down a peg” she says hitting his arm
He leans back against the wall and crosses his arms, while maintaining a playful tone of voice, “ah yes, that's right, you used to be a real brat back then, didn't ya? thought you knew everything, and could teach me a few things” he teases
“I'm a fountain of knowledge” she shrugs
“a fountain of pride, more like it” he teases, watching as you laugh “and a fountain of attitude”
“You’ve got a lot of nerve, all that from the most arrogant and stubborn man I’ve ever met”
“just 'cause I'm the best at what I do, doesn't mean I'm arrogant or stubborn, does it?”
“I hate to break it to you but, you might just be the most-” she is cut off by Soap sprinting over to them. He hops over her luggage and wraps his arms around her, lifting her off the ground and spinning her around. Simon looks over to Soap and shakes his head, noticing his playful antics with her while slightly rolling my eyes, and grinning playfully to himself.
“precious cargo suds!” she yells as she hits his back, trying to get him to set her down. Giggling at him.
He continues to spin her, then sets her down on her feet. “ankle biter I thought you were leaving!”
“I'm leaving in ten, got delayed”
“Well that means we got time...for a game of hide and seek” He puts his hands over his face and starts counting.
“shut the fuck up, normally I wouldn't turn down an opportunity to hide from you but I'm gonna have to raincheck this time” she smiles sadly.
Soap drops his hands a sighs, placing a hand on her shoulder “what am I gonna do here without you lass? who's gonna debate with me all day?”
“you'll just have to call me when you feel like getting verbally assaulted” she says making them laugh “what I'm concerned about is nobody making sure you don't eat more than 12 tacos on taco Tuesday”
“12 is light work”
“you have to save some for everyone else!” she repremands, He starts rubbing the back of his head sheepishly and mumbles
“Yeah alright. I'll save some” He pauses for a moment and looks at her. his face is filled with worry. he then speaks in a more serious tone. “are you gonna be okay? should I be worried?”
“everyone keeps telling me I'll be okay eventually, I'm not sure right now. I think being with my parents is what's best right now”
“Yeah...Yeah. You'll be okay” He steps forward, and pulls her into into a hug. He holds her tight for a few seconds, and then let's go. The smile comes back to his face. “You're strong lass. One of the strongest out there. Trust me”
“thank you Johnny, I'm really gonna miss you”
“Take care of yourself alright? you know my number, you have any trouble or need anything at all, get in touch with me.”
“don't worry whenever I feel like fighting, you'll be getting a phone call”
“perfect”
“I've already got a list of stuff we're gonna discuss”
“A full list?!” he asks in shock
“ten topics and counting”
“God help me”
She leans up and kisses his cheek gently “ bye Johnny”
“Bye lass”
She spots Kyle walking through the base, he takes off his vest and she runs over to him. She wraps her arms around his shoulders. He holds her tightly and rubs her back. “Glad to see you haven’t left yet”
“Just saying my goodbyes” she admits as she pulls back
“I’m gonna miss you red”
“What are you guys gonna do without me?” she jokes
“Cry probably”
“Me too” she laughs
“When do you think you’ll be comin back?”
“I’m not sure” she responds
“Take your time love, allow yourself to feel it”
“I’ll do my best” she nods
“You’ve got my number yeah?”
“Yeah”
“I expect at least one call a week”
“How about two?” she smiles, he holds his heart
“How did I get so lucky?”
“Nobody knows” she smirks
“Take it easy alright? Know that you’ve got people here who love you, anything you need you let us know”
“Thank you Kyle” she smiles as she hugs him once more
“Miss you already kid” he murmurs
“Save your tears for another day” she says pulling away as she sees Simon and Price waiting near her car. She walks up to them and Price sets his hand on her shoulder.
“Thank you for all of your work here, you’re presence here will be missed”
“Thank you sir”
“Take all of the time you need, and when you’re ready, you give me a call alright?”
“I will”
“Don’t hesitate to reach out” he says before wrapping her in a quick hug. “I’ll leave you to it Simon”
She moves closer to him with tears in her eyes. He steps forward to meet her halfway, and embraces her tightly for a long, strong hug, letting her lean her head on his shoulder, as he comforts jer and rubs her back reassuringly, all while trying hard to hold back his own tears, and his voice shaking from all of the suppressed emotion, barely able to get out a few words.
“It's alright…” he whispers in her ear “you remember what I said?”
“I remember”
“Good…” he pulls away and gently cups both sides of her face, making sure to look deeply into her eyes, noticing how red and swollen they are from all of the crying, and wiping away her tears with his thumbs.
“don't be a stranger ghost” she whispers “make sure you don't forget about simon, he deserves a life too”
Simon nods, and opens the vehicle door for her. He looks at her once more before shutting it. He throws her luggage in the back and hits the tuck twice. He watches as they drive away. He does not move from his spot until the vehicle disappears from his view. There she goes, the only woman he’s ever loved.
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[Hobie and his neighbor R/n accidently get thrown into jail (their just in Holding) after an incident, R/n was going over to Hobie’s flat to yell at him to turn down the music, while they’re arguing a woman comes rushing down the hall almost knocking R/n down.
the woman drops her bag in the process and R/n picks up the bag (Despite Hobie telling her not to touch it.) And calls out to the woman only for a scary amount of drugs & money to fall out of the bag, Next thing they knew, R/n and a facepalming Hobie were surrounded by Bobbies and hauled to jail for suspicion of robbery and drug smuggling.
the police chief believes that they’re innocent, R/n knowing how Hobie acts around the police, made sure he kept his mouth shut while they were questioned. but until they can get the footage from the building crappy cameras the two are stuck there. While they’re moping about it the chief’s wife comes in and while hugging her husband the wife looks at the guard standing in front of Hobie and R/n’s cell with bedroom eyes she blows him a kiss and winks.
Hobie snorts trying stifle a laugh while R/n’s jaw drops at boldness of the wife. Their guard smirks gives the wife a little nod than stands up a bit straighter when the Chief, completely unaware, turns to look at the stunned detainees and assures them they’ll be out soon.
Cut to an hour later Hobie and R/n are watching their guard and the chief’s wife vigorously making out in full view of their cell.]
Chief’s Wife: *breathless* Aron stop!
Guard *aka Aron*: Melissa you’re trembling, what’s wrong?
Melissa: Ian’s getting getting suspicious! You know he’s been asking questions at the gentlemen’s club! We have to get out of here!
*Hobie rolls his eyes as R/n follow them completely enthralled.*
Aron: … And say goodbye to all that money? I don’t think so.
*grabs Melissa’s hands*
Aron: We just need to bide our time.
Melissa: *slaps Aron hands away* How can I trust you Aron? when you haven’t even told Charlene about us yet?!
Aron: *appalled* have a heart Mellissa, the woman’s still in a coma!
*Melissa scoffs and looks away, R/n’s jaw drops, Hobie couldn’t care less.*
R/n, whispering in disbelief: a coma?
{Cue Ian walking in, Aron runs to the break room.}
Ian: Hi Honey! *Melissa smiles innocently at him*
Ian: *dropping the nice act* I just got back from the ambassador’s office, he thinks he going to kill our little real estate deal...
Melissa: We can’t let him do that, what about those pictures of him and that male escort?
Ian: There on their way to the news papers right now... We’re gonna destroy the old bastard!
Melissa: Perfect, Now all we have to worry about is Old man Jenkins... Maybe we should send your friend Eric to pay him a visit?
[They giggle to each other as another officer brings in a man who looked homeless, the man hurries into the cell and stands next to R/n excited.]
Vagabond: What did I miss?
*Hobie shakes his head*
[later, R/n and her new friend are enticed listening to Ian tell Melissa a tragic story of his past, while Hobie stares at cell wall seemingly in his own little world.]
Ian:... And as I pulled her from the wreckage, She was so..*chokes up* d-disfigured, that I didn’t even know... It was my own sister! *breaks down crying*
Melissa: Don’t worry, Dimitri is the finest reconstructive surgeon in the world!
R/n: *whisper* Who’s Dimitri?
Vagabond: *whisper* He’s the head doctor at central Medical, him and Melissa had an affair last year then he-
Ian” SHUT UP IN THERE!
*R/n and the vagabond jump away from the bars startled, as Ian breaks down crying again.*
[later.]
Melissa, to Aron and Ian: We can still pull this off!
Aron: You’ll never get passed the DNA test Melissa, Even you’re lies aren’t going to be enough this time!
Ian: But Aron If you didn’t buy the mining rights, Than who did?
Aron: Don’t either of you see what’s going on? the perpetrator who bought the mining rights, is the same person who stole Ms. Margret’s diamond brooch,
*R/n and the vagabond look at each other slack-jawed, Hobie pretending to nap cocks a brow.*
Aron:...They're also the same person who framed Nathan for Andre's murder that horrid night! And that person’s name is...
Prison Guard: Okay Missy you and Your buddy are free to go.
R/n: Awww...
Hobie: *jumps off the cot outraged*What?!
Prison Guard: Move it.
[R/n complies while dragging a protesting and struggling Hobie behind her.]
Hobie: No! Five more minutes, You can’t just do this to me now! dammit!
R/n: C’mon... Brown, Don’t make this harder than it has to be.
Hobie: It was the Ambassador right? or Thurston?! No no The janitor...Wait no he’s Ian’s amnesic brother! Ekk!
*He gets yanked out the office by one of the guards, while Ian, Melissa and Aron look at him like he's insane.*
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The Prince's Funeral
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Prince Aemon's funeral brings together two missed friends
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It was a somber day in the Targaryen family. It was the day of Aemon’s funeral and many were upset and openly mourned the well beloved prince of Dragonstone. Though she did not really understand the weight of a funeral for the heir, YN did understand that her brother would not come back. No one told her how her oldest brother died, which all involved agreed was for the best.
As the crowd gathered around the body of the prince, YN held her sister Gael’s hand. The eight year old princess was usually only around her sister since she was her only playmate as her mother did not want to share YN with anyone outside of the family. YN stood between her weeping mother and her sister. YN wept silently as well. She did not pay attention to the speech the High Septon gave as she scanned the crowd. Her eyes found her niece Rhaenys, the 18 year old woman held tears in her eyes as she watched the body of her father.
YN looked away and searched the faces of her family. She saw a man whom she knew had to be related to them, in Maester’s clothes, stood across from her. She saw her sister Magelle by her father’s side, and her brother Baelon stood solemnly with his sons by his side. YN’s eyes caught Daemon, whom she hadn’t seen in a while. She didn’t know why her mother and father forbade them from playing with each other. But she had missed him for a long time.
Soon the speech was over and Rhaenys stepped away from her husband and gave her dragon the order.
“Dracarys.” She spoke with an unwavering voice. YN watched as Rhaenys’ dragon opened its mouth and burnt her brother's body. She kissed her tiny fingers and outstretched her hand to the burning pyre. A silent goodbye.
When it was all over, the crowd was brought to the Red Keep to mingle and process the grief. YN knew there would be a later feast that night, but she would be sent to bed so she walked around the legs of all the taller adults who spoke to each other. She looked for Daemon, wishing to talk to him. Gael sat with their mother and distracted her, though Alysanne was distracted enough from her own grief.
“YN.” The girl turned her head to who called her, Rhaenys smiled at her and beckoned forth. “It is so good to see you again. I think it’s been quite a while since we talked.”
“Hello Rhaenys.” YN said and gave her a hug. “I’m sorry.”
“I know. I am too.” Rhaenys hugged her back. “Whom are you looking for?”
“Daemon. I miss him.”
“I see. Well over there is Baelon. I think Daemon is with him.” Rhaenys pointed out and turned the girl toward them. “See if he is there, sweet one.”
YN thanked her and made her way through the adults to her brother Baelon. Squeezing her way through the crowd of people who paid her no mind. She liked that no one was paying attention to her. SHe needed to be invisible to be able to see Daemon without upsetting her father and mother. When she finally made it to Baelon she looked but didn’t see Daemon. So she grabbed her brother’s pant leg and tugged gently to grab his attention.
“Hmm? YN! There you are!” Baelon smiled at his little sister, setting down his drink to pick her up. “What are you looking for?”
YN kissed her brother’s cheek. “I can’t find Daemon. I want to talk to him.”
“Of course. He wants to see you too. Let’s go find him.” Baelon reassured and put her down. The two weaved through the crowd and searched for Daemon. YN was growing more inpatient as she knew soon her mother would be looking for her. Eventually the two found Daemon by a window, sitting on a bench and looking out to the city.
“Daemon!” YN smiled and skipped toward him. Daemon turned to her and shield back. The two met and gave each other a quick hug, neither of them noticing Baelon who gave them a quick goodbye. YN held him closer and shed a few tears. She had let the weight of missing Daemon, the loss of her brother, and her grief for both of those things wash over her. Eventually the two separated.
“You’ve gotten bigger.” YN remarked and smiled.
“I might as well have. I’m 11 now. I’ve started my training with a sword.” Daemon said proudly. “Have you been keeping well?”
“I’ve missed you quite a lot. Gael’s been my only companion and playmate.” YN sighed and looked behind her. “It’s been very lonely.”
“My poor YN.” Daemon held her silver hair in his hand. “It’s been so boring without you. My swords and history have been nothing like our playdates.”
“You talk like a proper prince.” YN giggled and pushed him slightly.
“And you talk like a little girl.” Daemon teased.
“I am a little girl.”
“You’re my princess.”
They smiled and held each other’s hands. Feeling comfort in each other’s presence. YN let go first and looked at the crowd of people. Trying to see if she could recognize any of the people who stood away from her. Daemon stood close to her, his attention solely on YN. It felt like ages since the two had been allowed to be alone together and he missed her dearly. His training had given him a purpose. Something for him to better himself so that he might be seen worthy of YN’s hand in marriage that his father said would one day be his.
“I can’t see Gael and mother. Do you think they miss me?” YN asked.
“I’ve missed you. You have no span of attention.” Daemon whined.
“Daemon.” YN ignored his comment. “Who’s that man in the maester’s clothes? Is he related to us?”
“That’s your brother, Vaegon.” YN tilted her head and stared at her brother.
“Vaegon?”
“Yes. He stays away in Oldtown with all those old dusty maesters. His nose shoved in old books.” Daemon laughed and grabbed YN’s hand once again, grabbing her attention.
“What?” YN asked.
“I want to tell you something.” Daemon whispered.
“What is it?” YN whispered back.
Before he could say what he was thinking, the two were interrupted by YN’s name being called in the crowd. The queen was calling her daughter. And they both knew their secret meeting was coming to an end. YN hugged Daemon close and gave him a kiss on his cheek. Whispering goodbye, YN stepped away and back into the crowd. Daemon watched her disappear. His hand reached slightly forward.
“I will marry you.” Daemon whispered. Determined to make that his future.
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Hypnosis | Sandman imagine
Summary: Dream of the Endless meets Y/N goddess daughter of Hypnos, he feels intrigued by her and starts developing feelings towards her.
Pairing: Morpheus x Goddess! Reader.
Part II
Being the daughter of Hypnos, the ancient God of Sleep you had always been captivating by nature, your presence bringing a sense of peace to those before you.
Your powers were partly inherited by your mother Parsithea but also were capable of materializing human feelings as of their memories. Whenever humans were overwhelmed by an specific feeling you came and eased their mind. For example, you worked closely with people’s grieving as their loved ones were taken by death to Heaven, bringing them comfort and helping them find peace within their pain and memories.
Morpheus knew about you from Death’s stories, he could tell her sister had an enormous appreciation for you. So much so that she insisted in introducing the two of you.
“I think you two would get along” Death said smiling cheekily, making her brother arch a brow
“You’re not trying to set us up, are you?”
“That’s your ideas, not mine”
As every other god and goddess to exist you didn’t have a specific appearance, and you could change it as many times as you wished. Dream could not put it into words, or well he could, but they wouldn’t do you any justice.
The way you talked, moved, even laughed, something about you evoked comfort in him, he had the feeling of being able to be who he was, like you brought out the most raw and honest parts of the Endless he thought were long gone. Something about you made him feel tremendously welcome and appreciated for just being who he was.
After having met them, you invited them on a day of work, since Dream seemed curious about your powers. Besides, you were so excited to see your old friend, Death that you didn’t want to say goodbye just yet.
Morpheus walked behind you and Death for a while, almost like he was guarding you both, which you found amusing since you could feel his eyes lingering on you.
Finally, you arrived to the place, a large home that seemed to be abandoned, but you followed the soft cries and whimpers of the only inhabitant of the residence.
You were found with the sight of a middle-age man crying in a closet filled with woman’s clothes, while holding on for dear life to a frame of him and his wife, you kneeled before him graciously and quietly, his tired eyes fixed on you, having no other emotion than sadness, you sweetly wiped away his tears.
The scene before them was devastating, Morpheus could feel his pain but for now he could only observe.
“I came for his wife over a week ago, while he wasn’t here. She told me he was just around the corner, the poor woman was so distressed to leave him” Death explained to her brother, both of them never taking his eyes off you.
You rested your forehead against his, cupping face in your cold hands and closing your eyes.
“You’re safe… you may rest now” you murmured, but your words echoed through the residency. The man’s eyes were fixed on you. Almost waiting for your next command.
“Breathe in” you instructed the man as you took a deep breath touching his forehead light, making a golden shimmer emanate from his head. The man followed your instructions quietly with a shaky breathe. “And out”.
Then you moved your hand softly the golden shimmer started expanding and spinning, slowly forming a tiny porcelain doll that was very much alive. You placed the doll on the widower’s shoulder, the doll bowed before you and your guests, the man seemed more calm and in awe of the living creation you made to comfort him.
You parted ways with The Endless after that, but Morpheus kept in touch, extending you numerous invites to the Dreaming. So much so, that you became somewhat of a guest of honor in the realm. Everyone would greet you as you passed by; this opportunity would always allow you form a bond with The King of Dreams.
“Y/N, I have something I must confess to you” you turned your eyes away from the book you were holding, staring into the cosmos kept within his eyes.
“A confession, you say?” He stepped closer to you, God… he was aching to touch you, to kiss you, he felt nervous as words were never his forte.
“Yes, I uh, well… Over the course of time and having the opportunity to know you in depth I would be lying if I said I haven’t grown a particular affection towards you” you were puzzled at his statement.
Was he really saying what you were thinking?
“What are you saying, Morpheus?” You asked, staring deeply into his eyes, he knew you were asking for clarification.
“I’m saying I have fallen in love with you”
The words slipped out of his mouth softly and so slowly, Morpheus felt lightheaded, wondering why such words seemed to be so difficult to pronounce before this. When you took a long pause to respond he worried, he could see the hope in your eyes, that your feelings were reciprocated but why were you doubting?
“I must say I too, share your feelings. But I am betrothed to another”
“Betrothed?” He wondered quietly.
“To Asopus, yes… If I’m honest I have been trying to undo that arrangement far too long” you huffed, it was obvious that you were doing this as an obligation, and not out of love. “My heart will always belong to you, dear Morpheus… but my duty lies with another” that was all he needed to hear. He wanted you to be free, free to love, to be who you were.
“What if you couldn’t go through with the arrangement?” you frowned, not knowing what he meant.
“I’m afraid I’m not following” you spoke sincerely. Morpheus licked his lips taking a deep breath, fully aware that the next words that were coming out of his mouth was one-if not the- most outrageous thing he would allow himself to suggest in millenniums.
“What if you’re already married?”
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