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An Unexpected Match IX

Pt. 1 Pt.10

DBF/DILF Miguel O’Hara x female reader

18+ Warning

Summary: Drama goes down at the holiday party😭😱… and did Miguel keep a secret from you?

Will you be able to enjoy your Christmas and New Years in peace?

Happy New Years Everyone!

Sorry this chapter took longer to get out. It’s my largest chapter yet. I apologize for any grammatical mistakes I missed.

Enjoy💕

Wc: 10k

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"Gabi, this is your mother."

Gabi looked at Sofia before looking back up to Miguel as she shook her head. "No, that's not my mama." Gabi glanced up to you, something you noticed everyone in the close vicinity saw, including your parents.

"No Gabi. I'm your real mom. Not her." Sofia put on a fake smile.

Hearing the tense conversation from the kitchen Stephanie came over as she stood next to you, giving Sofia the, 'make one wrong move and I'll fight you bitch,' gaze.

"Hey Gabi, how about you go with Aunt Steph to the kitchen."

"But I want to stay with you and Papa." Gabi looked up at you with sad eyes breaking your heart.

"Mija, remember the conversation we had earlier in the living room?" Said Miguel followed by a slow nod of Gabi's head. "That conversation is going to happen now. So it can only be grownups at the moment." He added.

"We can decorate cookies in the kitchen Gabi." Said Stephanie as Gabi slowly walked over to her before taking her hand. Stephanie looked at you giving you a small hopeful smile before disappearing into the kitchen.

"I'm guessing you need to tell us something?" Said your father as he crossed his arms looking between you, Miguel and Sofia.

Sofia smirked, "wow, your parents don't know that their daughter has been fucking a man almost two decades older than her for the last few months." She chuckled, knowing full well that she just told your biggest secret the most horrible way possible.

"Sofia." Miguel snapped at her warning her to stop. But it was too late. You looked to your shocked and upset parents before scanning around the nearby people who heard the conversation.

"This was not how you were supposed to find out." You tell them.

"Backyard now." Your Father said. Your eyes widen, shocked from his angry tone. You had never heard you father speak to you like that. Not once.

"You. We're not finish yet." Miguel said to Sofia. You'd never seen Miguel give such a muderous glare to someone before, but that plus his cold tone sent a chill up your spine.

"Wasn't planning on leaving any time soon."

"And if I find out you were near our daughter while we're outside. There will be hell to pay." Miguel pointed at you when he said 'our daughter,' which made your heart melt before coming back into reality from the glare Sofia sends you from Miguel's words and you winced when you heard your mother gasp.

All four of you walked out to the backyard, farthest from the house so people can't hear.

Your parents looked at Miguel before looking back at you both upset. The awkward silence continued until your father spoke up: " you care to explain what's happening between you two?"

Miguel looked to you, noticing your panicked stars making you have a hard time to speak.

"I'm in love with your daughter and we've been together for almost five months."

"Y/n, you can't possibly be in love with a man you met only 6 months ago! How did this thing even start?! Was Tyler right? Did you cheat on him with Miguel?" Your mother said going into a rant.

"First off, I do love him, way more than I ever felt for Tyler. And I can't believe you would think I would cheat on that bastard when he cheated on me. Like I told you earlier, my relationship started after I caught Tyler cheating on me."

"Hold on." Your father said as he began to grow more upset. "The morning I came to your house and asked you where my daughter is, she was with you wasn't she? And you lied to my face when my wife and I were worried sick where she was! She's only 21 Miguel. She's too young for you."

"I'm a grown woman and responsible adult. I'll be with whoever I want to be with." You argued.

"Sam, Sarah. She's been well taken care of these past few months." Added Miguel.

"You live with each other?! Y/n when I asked you where you were living you said with Stephanie."

"I did live with Stephanie. For the first month right after I moved out of the apartment I shared with Tyler."

"So, how did this even hap-" asked your farther before being cut off by your mother, "when did you both actually meet?"

Your eyes widen, as your heart began to beat faster. Your gaze turns to Miguel before looking back at your parents pissed expressions. You knew the next few words were going to make everything way worse.

"We did only meet six months ago. But, the first time we did met was in Miami."

"You mean two years ago in Miami? When you were only 19?!"

"You had sex with my daughter when she was 19?!" Your father grew more livid, as he was about to come after Miguel. Of course Miguel would easily be able to hold his own, however you wouldn't see it happen as you step in front of your father.

"Get out of the way y/n." Your father warned you. When you didn't move a second later he grabbed you harshly by the wrist, making you wince as he nails cut into you as he pulled you away.

On instinct Miguel pushed Sam back as he grabs you by the waist and back to him. He quickly checked your wrist, anger rising on his face when he saw the already forming bruises.

"Dont you dare harm her again. We're leaving." Miguel was about to lead you back inside the house when your mother gently grabbed your non-brushed arm and said with a serious gaze,

"We'll stop paying for school. We won't pay for graduate school either, if you continue this." Said your mother, concerned etched on her face. Your eyes widen, anger coursing through your body.

"You're going to make me chose between my education and the man I love? Please don't make me do that. You know what I'm going to chose." You give Miguel's hand a squeeze knowing it would always be you and Gabi first.

"I'll pay for the rest of her education." Miguel joined in.

"That's insane. Her senior year alone will cost almost 50k for one semester. Plus forget about us helping you with your student loan debt. And that's way more than just 50k and that's just undergrad." Argued your mother, trying to scare him away.

"I can easily afford it. Money doesn't scare me away." Miguel shot back, knowing full well the intention behind her words. You looked to Miguel with a confused look before looking to your father who says, "she's too young to handle a world like that."

"Too young to handle what world? Miguel what's he talking about?"

"Mi amor, I was going to tell you soon."

"Wow, little miss perfect really is clueless." Sofia chuckled as she walked into the backyard.

"Sofia, get out. None of this concerns you." Miguel said before you stepped away from him, walking closer to her.

"Hold on, what am I so clueless about little miss bitch?" You bite back.

"I'll give you that sweetie, just because I'm such a nice person. It's kind of funny how you never thought of looking up your boyfriend. But like come on, who doesn't know about Nueva York's most successful, self-made billionaire Miguel O'Hara. And one of Nueva York's top socialite bachelors." Sofia tried to stifle her laughter when she saw your shocked expression.

Your eyes widen, a hurt expression crossed your eyes as you looked at Miguel who looked back at you with a sad and apologetic look before his gaze returned to a vicious glare back at Sofia.

"How did you even find where I lived, Sofia?"

" I found you from a tabloid Magazine of Mr. Richie rich picking up his doting girlfriend at her college. You can't possibly not have known about his wealth. You must be a really good gold digger to fool him." Sofia's words turned back to you.

"I-" You were having trouble finding words to argue back. Luckily Miguel stepped in to save you.

"You must have been oblivious not that long ago, Sofia. Because I remember our shitty relationship ending because I was too poor. And I bet the reason your back isn't for Gabi but because you also found out I have money."

"How dare you think I'm not here to see Abby."

"It's Gabi." You glare at her with a look of disgust that she couldn't remember her own daughter's name.

"Right. Well I'm not leaving anytime soon. I want time with my daughter."

"Over my dead body. You gave up all your custody rights when you abandoned her at my apartment when she was only a day old!" Miguel's voice grew slightly louder, growing more angry by the thought of Gabi being taken away from her family. You put your hand in Miguel's, your thumb gently caressing his knuckles to help calm him down.

"Maybe we should leave." You say to him, which he looked to you, gaze becoming soft as he nodded, still trying to calm down.

You both walk back into the house ignoring your parents yelling at you from the background, ignoring all the stares, and comments. You head to the kitchen as you see Gabi with Stephanie and Jack decorating cookies.

"Hey, thank you for watching her. We decided we're going to leave. I'll see you in a few days." You give Stephanie a small smile as you wipe Gabi's face off from the green frosting with a wet napkin before you pick her up in your arms. You hear your parents back inside as they call out for you, still upset. But you ignore them as you and Miguel leave.

You head to Miguel's car where everything for Christmas and staying in the city was packed. You buckle Gabi in her car seat, placing a kiss to the top of your head a smile escapes your lips as you see her yawn before you get in on the passenger side.

The entire ride to the city was in silence. You were slightly upset at Miguel for lying to you, maybe more upset since you were heartbroken by your parent's heartless reaction about your relationship with Miguel.

Miguel entered a large driveway to a luxurious apartment complex, where a man in doorman uniform came to the window with a welcoming smile. "Good evening Mr. O'Hara. Would you like the car parked?"

"Yes, thank you. Also could you have the things in the trunk sent up to my apartment?"

"Of course, sir."

You and Miguel got out of the car, you grabbed your purse as Miguel carried a now sleeping Gabi in his arms. He handed the young man a $100 tip before he guided you inside the modern apartment complex. Walking inside you were greeted by someone friendly at the front desk.

"Good evening Mr. O'Hara. Welcome back." To which Miguel nodded and smiled to the person in response.

When you entered the elevator Miguel pressed a fob key to a scanner, before the elevator began to move up. You noticed there were no buttons for levels, which you thought was interesting. Your gaze met his, as you saw that he wanted to say something but decided against it.

After a few minutes the elevator stopped and opened up to a vast and nice entry way. When you stepped outside and turned the corner your eyes widen by the massive penthouse. Your gaze quickly switched from the nice interior decoration to the gorgeous night skyline of Nueva York. Maybe if your heart didn't ache you would have enjoyed seeing this view for the first time.

"Cariño, I put Gabi in her bedroom. I know there's a lot we need to talk about. But first I want to say I'm so sorry that I didn't say anything about who I was I-" you turned to face him with a small smile as you interrupted him.

"Miguel, you don't need to give me an excuse. It's your money. Maybe I was a bit naive, as you do have two properties plus you bought one upstate. But I just thought you did really well at your job at Alchemax. Did I expect you to be a billionaire? No. But that doesn't change anything between us. I guess what maybe it hurt a bit. The reason why you didn't mention it was maybe you didn't fully trust me yet. Like maybe what Sofia said about me being a gold digger, maybe you were waiting to see if I was one or not. Or maybe that's just my insecurities consuming my mind. And I'm not even upset. I'm more upset at myself that for even a minute that I was upset at you for it. But I'm not. I just think with my parents reaction and Gabi's mom coming to the party unexpectedly I just didn't know where to put my emotions and I'm sorry."

You look up at him with tears in your eyes, trying to hold them in. But a second later you couldn't hold them much longer as they poured down your cheeks faster than you could wipe them away. You felt arms wrap around you, pulling you against him into a hug, as he brushed the hair out of your face as well as wiping away your tears.

"I hate to see you this way, mi amor. It breaks my heart when you're hurting like this. You don't need to apologize, at all." He lifted your chin lovingly as he added, "I have always trusted you. Since day one I have always thought of you as a kind and loving person. Even with the slight knowledge that I do well, I never thought of you as a gold digger. That's just Sofia, trying to get into your head. She is a gold digger not you. Also, you are Gabi's mom not Sofia. I might have said that at the moment, cause I just was in shock at the party. At the moment the words to explain how she biologically is her mother was not coming to my mind. You are Gabi's mom. Gabi see's you as her mom and I see you as her mom, as well as the love of my life. And I think we should explain it to her tomorrow morning. And I'm sorry that your parents reacted like that. I knew that they might have been a bit upset, but I didn't think they would act so cruel. But they aren't your only family. Gabi and I are your family just as much as they are. And as your family and your boyfriend I will pay for the rest of your education."

"Miguel... no. I can figure it out on my own. It's my responsibility. And I will find a better part time job to help pay for the rest of college and I will set up a payment plan with my loans. Most people do this."

"Cariño, I can't just stand to the side and let you struggle with debt. Please let me help you." You get out of his embrace, looking up at him slightly annoyed that he won't take no for an answer.

"Are we really going to get in an argument over this?"

"We won't because I'll pay for it."

"Miguel, please just let this one go. Please." You look up at him with pleading eyes, to which he let out a sigh, deciding to let it go for now. He pulled you into another embrace leaning in to place a kiss to your lips which you happily returned. After the kiss you stay in each other's arms, trying to forget all of the stress and worries from tonight.

"Mama, Papa."

You and Miguel turned to see Gabi from the hallway in her Pjs and holding her favorite stuffed Bunny in her arms.

"Oh Baby bug, what are you doing up so late? We thought you were asleep." You say and you and Miguel walk over to her as he picks her up in his arms. You brush some of the curls out of her face and behind her ear.

"I couldn't go back to sleep. And I heard you crying mama and I wanted to give you a hug to make you feel better." Said Gabi as she pouted, not liking the thought that you were sad. You took Gabi into your arms as you gave her a big hug and a kiss on the top of her head.

"I'm sorry if I woke you. I'm alright though, but thank you for your hug. It helped a lot." You smiled which made Gabi's pout turn into a grin as she wrapped her arms around your neck, "I love you mama."

"I love you too my baby bug. Now let's get you back to bed."

"Wait, who was that lady at the party? Papa said she was my mama, but you are my mama." You and Miguel look at each other before you both sit on the sofa in the living room. Miguel picked up Gabi and sat her on his lap as you sat right next to him, putting her feet on your lap.

"I'm sorry if I confused you earlier, princesa."

"I asked Auntie Stephanie and Uncle Jackie, but they wouldn't tell me anything. They just kept on giving me cookies to decorate." Gabi pouted slightly. You internally chuckled when you heard Gabi call your brother Uncle Jackie. You were never going to stop teasing him about that.

"Well I'm glad they didn't tell you because it's better that Mama and I explain it to you." Said Miguel as you noticed he try to stifle a laugh from the silly nickname she gave your older brother. Miguel looked back at you, worry in his eyes. You smiled softly and brushed some of his dark curls that have fallen out of place behind his ear. Even though Miguel has been in the parenting game a lot longer than you, you could see that he was still learning too. He smiled at you before taking a deep breath and exhaling.

" Sometimes not all Mama's and Papa's are biologically related to their children. But that doesn't mean they aren't your Mamas and Papas. The woman you met today, she isn't your Mama. I'm sorry that I confused you earlier. Papa wasn't thinking properly. Y/n is your Mama, but the woman you met today, Sofia, she carried and gave birth to you."

"Are you bio-logitally to me Papa?" You and Miguel lightly chuckled as Gabi tried to pronounce such a big word for her age.

"Yes, I am."

"How did you help that lady bring me to life?" Both your and Miguel's eyes widen from her question as your cheeks tinted pink and Miguel coughed from the sudden question.

"That's a question that will be answered when you're old enough to understand." You chuckle as you pick Gabi up and hold her in your arms. "But even though I didn't give birth to you. You'll always be my daughter and my baby bug. And I will always love you."

"I love you too Mama." Gabi wrapped her tiny arms around your neck again giving you another hug.

"Now let's get you to bed."

All exhausted from the hectic events taking place both you and Miguel got undressed and under the covers, falling asleep right away in each others arms.

The next morning you woke up to the beautiful city view skyline, bringing a warm smile to your face happy to finally enjoy the beautiful scenery before you. You sit up to look for your phone, but notice it was on Miguel's side table charging. Another smile came to your face, as you loved how thoughtful Miguel was to you. Knowing that the sun was up, you knew he would be up any minute so to get your phone you decided to straddle him before leaning over to grab your phone.

You turned it back on a frown forming on your lips as you saw the hundreds of texts and miscalls from your parents and siblings. You scrolled through some of them, and rolled your eyes seeing the repetitive cruel things your parents said yesterday now on text. The messages from your brothers were nicer, just trying to be the bridge between the two disputing sides.

Large hands made their way to your waist, as his thumb gently rubbed circles to your sides. You places the phone to the side as your frown is replaced by a warm smile as you looked down at your half-awake boyfriend.

"Good morning."

"Good morning, cariño. Though I'm really enjoying waking up to you straddling me, I didn't think I would see you frowning first thing when I see your beautiful face. What's wrong?"

You leaned down and gave him a good morning kiss, to which Miguel took the advantage of wrapping his arms around you and bringing you down on to his chest, which made you laugh in surprise between his loving kisses. Placing one more kiss to his lips you place your face in the crook of his neck, enjoying the mixture of his shampoo and cologne blending into a welcoming scent of citrus, bamboo, amber, patchouli and musk. With his alluring smell, the gently combing his fingers through your hair, and the rhythm of his beating heart made you almost fall back asleep.

"I checked my phone, thank you for charging it for me. But I saw what feels like a hundred texts and miss calls from my parents. And it's all the same horrible stuff they were saying last night."

"I'm sorry you had to see that. Obviously they'll be calling us both today. I just say we ignore it for now and enjoy the our time in the city." Miguel said after checking his phone to see just as many texts and miss calls from your parents.

"I think that's a good idea. Oh, forgot to say. Merry Christmas Eve." You kiss up his neck to his chin before reaching his plush lips.

"Merry Christmas Eve, mi amor."

After a few more sweet kisses you decided to unstraddle his lap, to Miguel disappointment. But you tease of a person, whispered in his ear, "I'm hoping Santa Claus visits me tonight. But I think I'm on the naughty list." You gently kiss the side of his neck before getting up from the bed and leaving a blushing Miguel as you quickly put on a pair of his sweat pants and one of your bras and tank tops before going to the elevator where all your things from the car were neatly placed by the doorman.

You grabbed the bags of all the gifts you had bought and bring them back to the bedroom. When you entered, Miguel was sitting up in bed looking at his phone, obviously irritated.

You set the bags down, except for one semi-large box. You get back on the bed as you straddle his legs and place the box on his lap. "Maybe this will let that iconic O'Hara smile show. Is everything ok though?"

Miguel placed the phone on the bed next to him, surprised to see the box on his lap as his smile reappeared.

"I guess out of spite, your mother gave Sofia my new phone number. And now she won't stop texting me. She's being 'nice.'" Miguel air quotes the word nice before he handed you over his phone so you could see. Your eyebrows furrowed as you saw the sickly sweet messages from her. However, you smiled when you saw the text he sent her back, obviously irritated and asking her not to text him again.

"Enough about the pains in our side. I got you something. Ok, maybe it's for us. But you don't get to see the other part until tonight." You wink at him, which earned a smirk on his lips as he opens the box. His brows furrowed with a smile on his face as he lifted pieces of soft red and white clothing. You decide to get off the bed as you see him get out of bed, getting a nice glance of only him in his boxers before he put on the suit.

Your eyes widen, grin growing, cheeks growing a shade red as you see him in the final product. He wore a deep red Santa suit with white fluff lining down his chest meeting into a middle right above his waist with a large black belt and followed by deep red pants that shaped him just as well at the top part. And it all matched with black boots.

"How do I look?" Miguel smirked. You walk up to him as you placed your hands on his bare chest.

"Really sexy. Maybe too sexy. I don't think I'll be able to keep my hands of you." You chuckle.

"I like the words coming out of your mouth."

"I bet you'll like what my mouth is going to do." You go on your knees, eyes never leaving his reddish-brown. Settled between his legs as you lower his pants and free his erect cock.

You stroked him a few times before you dragged your tongue up his member before kissing his leaking tip. You open your mouth for him to slide onto your tongue and down your throat your lust-filled gaze not leaving his own as a groan escaped his lips.

"Mi amor, your too good to me. I don't deserve you or your pretty mouth." Miguel moaned out as his hand reached the back of your head. His fingers intertwined into your hair as he gently thrusts into your throat. You hum against his cock in approval, earning another groan from Miguel's lips. Miguel gently thrusts more of himself into your mouth; but as this wasn't the first blow job you've given him, you've gotten quite enough practice to be able to deep throat him now. As he continued his movements you continued to move your tongue along his cock.

"Fuck baby, I can't last much longer." Miguel thrusted his cock as deep as it could go before spilling it into your throat. You happily take him all before removing your mouth and licking his tip clean. You slowly wiped your thumb across your lip, as a bit was left on your lips before you licked it off your finger, while your gaze stayed locked on his.

"My god, mi amor. You make me want to ravage you when you do that."

"Why don't you then." You grin, standing up from your spot on the ground. Miguel grabs you and puts you on the bed, as you get on top of you he raises you shirt kissing your stomach up to your breasts, as he was about to take a nipple into his mouth the doorbell rang from the hallway.

"What was that?"

"Nothing hermosa." Miguel said as he took a nipple in his mouth, before lowering one of his hands into your sweats about to finger fuck you. However, the doorbell rang again. A growl of frustration left Miguel as he kissed your lips before getting off of you. He checked his phone, and sighed. "Ese maldito hermano mío. Gabriel's here early. Again. I'm sorry cariño." (that damn brother of mine.)

"It's ok, Miggy. We can continue later. Plus I still have that second part of the gift to show you tonight." You kiss him one more time before getting off the bed.

"I can't wait for it."

After both getting quickly dressed in proper clothing, Miguel pressed a button on his phone that let the elevator come up to the penthouse.

As the elevator doors open, walked in Gabriel with his usual bright smile as he carried in

two bags filled with gifts.

"Y/n! It's so good to see you again! I'm hoping my brother hasn't been tormenting you too much. Blink twice if you need saving." Gabriel chuckled as he set down the bags as he gave you a hug which you happily returned.

"Juro por Dios..." Miguel lightly glared as he sent him a 'I'm going to kill you,' smile at his brother as he stood right next to you.

"He's been good. And I'm good too. It's nice to see you again. Feels like it's been a while." You chuckle at Gabriel's silly personality.

"Now where's my little sobrina." (Niece)

"Asleep. She went to bed late, so we're letting her sleep a bit longer." Said Miguel.

"Aw, ok. Is she ok?" Gabriel asked, worry etched in his tone.

"She's fine. A lot happened yesterday. My parents , well the neighborhood knows about our relationship now and..." you looked to Miguel.

"Sofia somehow found out where I lived and came to the holiday party and said to Gabi that she was her mother." Added Miguel.

"Yeah, I would probably have a hard time sleeping too. And I can't believe that damn woman shows up after everything she's done." Gabriel eyes widen before a his brows furrowed and a frown appeared on his face, something rarely that happens, by the mention of Sofia's name.

"We decided though that we are going to live our lives and try to ignore it all as much as we can." You said.

"That sounds like a good plan. Now, let me make you all a proper Christmas Eve breakfast, my brother never can get our mother's recipe quite right." Gabriel heads to the kitchen.

"I swear he wants me to punch him." Miguel grits his teeth as he sends a glare to the back of his brother's head. You chuckle as you caress Miguel's cheek.

"How about you go check on your emails really quick in your office and I'll go help Gabriel in the kitchen." You go on your tip toes as Miguel nods before he leans down the rest of the way to kiss you, giving you a loving smile before heading to his office.

You head to the kitchen wear you see Gabriel cracking eggs into a bowl.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" You smile as you wash your hands before drying them.

"Yes, you can. Can you grate some of these cheeses?"

"Sure thing." You smile as you go through the many cabinets trying to find the cheese grater.

"Third bottom cabinet to your right."

"Thank you. It's my first time here, so I don't know where everything is." You go to the right cabinet and take it out before you hoping Gabriel at the kitchen island and started to grate the cheeses for the omelettes.

"If you don't mind me asking, what exactly happened last night?" Gabriel looked over at you with a small smile before looking back at the task before him. You smile back as you tell him everything that happened last night, from Gabi starting to call you Mom, parents finding out about your relationship with Miguel told by Sofia who appeared out of nowhere and causing trouble herself, and then the part about how you didn't know about Miguel's wealth status, also cruelly told by Sofia.

"Wow, that definitely is a crazy night. I'm happy you also know about Miguel's 'status,' he's been wanting to tell you for a long time, but he just didn't know when to say it. I guess he was worried you might leave. But he never said that, but I can just hear it in his voice. My brother has had girlfriends in the past, but he's never loved someone like he loves you. He's heads over heels for you." Gabriel smiles at you as he moved to pour the eggs into the pan.

"Well, I hope he knows this. But I'm heads over heels for your brother. I can't imagine not having him or Gabi in my life." As if on cue Miguel walked into the kitchen, with a loving smile on his face as his gaze met yours. You cheeks tint pink, wondering if he heard you and Gabriel's conversation. He places his hands on your hips as he pulled you into his embrace from behind, taking your chin and placing a sweet kiss on your lips.

"I love you." He said. Your cheeks grew a shade darker. Oh he definitely heard your conversation.

"I love you too."

"Ok, you two. Either get a room or help me with cooking." Gabriel chuckled as he connoted to make the omelettes.

You saw Miguel roll his eyes, as he leaned down to kiss your one last time before he gently pushed Gabriel away from the stove, "I'll do it. You're burning them."

"B-burning them? I'm adding a nice crisp! You make them too watery!" Gabriel argued back as he tried to get back to the pan, though tall and fit he was still no where compared to his older brother.

You smile at the two O'Hara brother, leaving them to continue their banter while you head to Gabi's room. Checking the time, you thought it was smart for Gabi to wake up. You gently open the door, as you quietly walk in. You look around to see the adorable light blue room, filled with a few soccer balls, dolls, and legos filled with butterflies and soccer balls decorated around the room. You kneel down by her bedside. Your heart on the verge of bursting for how adorable she was.

"Good morning Baby bug. Merry Christmas Eve. It's time to wake up." you gently brush some of her brown curls, the same has her fathers, covering her face. Big brown eyes reveal themselves to you, and a small smile appears on her face.

"Mama!"Getting a boost of energy, Gabi sits up to hug you. Lifting her out of bed, you stop, before grabbing her stuffed bunny know that she would want to have that with her.

"How did you sleep?" You step out of her room.

"Good!" She smiled after yawning as she rested her head in the crook of your neck.

"Oh guess who's here?"

"Santa!" Gabi's head popped up as she looked at you with excitement, which made you chuckle.

"Not Santa, it's too early for him to visit yet. He comes during the night. Tio Gabi is here."

"That's even better!" Gabi cheered which warmed your heart as you kissed the top of her head before making your way into the kitchen.

"Guess who's awake." You say, having the two O'Hara brothers turn to face you and Gabi.

"Good morning princesa." Miguel smiled at the loving sight of you and Gabi. He was about to walk over to lift her into his arms, but was beat to it by his brother. "Aw my mini Gabi! My favorite sobrina. I've missed you." You handed Gabi over to Gabriel as he gives her a big hug.

"Tio Gabi, I'm your only sobrina." Gabi giggled.

"Who knows Gabi, maybe you'll get a littler brother or sister one day." Chuckled Gabriel, which made Gabi eyes brighten up as her mile widens. "Really?! Mama, Papa! Will I?"

Your cheeks turn a bright red, eyes widen. Your embarrassment grew further as you felt Miguel hand on your lower back.

"N-no princesa. Not at the moment. But maybe one day." Miguel looks down at you, trying to figure out what you thought.

"Yes, definitely one day. But not at the moment sweetheart."

"Aw ok."

You felt Miguel give you a love squeeze to your waist, pulling you into his chest and placing a kiss to your cheek, hinting that he liked your answer before making his way to his brother, "now let me get a hug from my daughter."

"Papa!" Gabi smiled as she practically hopped out of Gabriel's arms and into her father's.

After breakfast was finished being made everyone sat together at the dinning table. Miguel helped cut up Gabi's omelette, which you smiled at the sight, wanting to keep this moment as a mental image in your head.

You recalled how the topic of having more kids has been brought up a few times recently. You know with Miguel being in his late thirties, he probably wants to get married and have a few more children. And you know that one day he will want to talk about it seriously with you.

And of course you're not against the idea of getting married and giving Gabi a few brothers or sisters, but you know you want to have your career start off first. But you're not sure if Miguel will want to wait that long. Sometimes you forget the age difference between the both of you. Yeah, there are many couples with big age gapes, some even bigger, but probably when both people were both out of school and had somewhat of a career. Of course you know exactly what you want to do, you just haven't gotten to start it yet. Maybe you should ask Miguel about how you get noticed by Alchamex.

"Mi amor? Y/n?" Miguel called out your name, concern seen in his eyes.

"Yes, sorry. I got lost in my own thoughts. What were we talking about?" Your cheeks tuned pink, embarrassed from not paying attention to your boyfriend talking to you.

"It's alright, cariño. I was asking if you wanted to go ice skating in Central Park." Miguel chuckled, he thought your slight embarrassment was cute.

"I would love to."

"Then maybe after we could go see Santa at Macys. I heard he's making a quick appearance here in New York before he flies all around the world to give presents." Said Gabriel, which perked Gabi's attention.

"Can we go! Please!"

"Of course, we can!" Said Gabriel. You looked over to Miguel who sighed to himself, only you catching it. You take his hand and give it a small squeeze, to which he smiled.

"Well then let's get all bundle up to go." You say as you stand up.

After getting Gabi ready and let her go hangout with Gabriel in the living room, Miguel joined you in the bedroom. As you pulled the long sleeve sweater over your head, your met with a kiss to your lips. Thought surprised you smile into the kiss before pulling away.

Miguel goes into his walk in closest, getting warmer clothes for outside. You walk and lean on the doorframe of his closet.

"Hey, can I ask a question?"

Miguel looks at you trying to figure out if its series are not. Seeing that it doesn't seem serious he smiles, "Of course." He says as he pulls his shirt off and puts on the new one.

"I need to start looking for jobs and grad schools in Nueva York. I don't know why I feel weird asking you this. Maybe because your my boyfriend, and I'm really acting my

age right now." You nervously chuckle before adding, "And I know you did the grad/internship program at Alchamex, well they asked you to cause you are a certified genius, before going full time there. I was wondering if you knew when they start looking for new grads and interns." You bit your lip, for some reason your nerves were skyrocketing throughout your body. Maybe because you were asking for genius Alchamex Miguel and not your boyfriend.

"Well, first off. You never should have to feel nervous with me. You know I would give you the world if I could. And I remember you were interested in working in my department at Alchamex. I can look at your resume and transcript when we get back, if you'd like?" Miguel smiled as he looped his belt around his pants before buckling it together.

"That would be really sweet of you. I would really like that. Thank you."

"Anything for you, mi amor." Miguel pulled you into his lap, as he sat down on the leather bench, his shoes and socks next to him.

"Hey, I know the topic of children has come up a few times lately." His words began to make your heart race against your chest. "And I-"

"Are you two almost ready to go?" Gabriel yelled from the hallway.

Not ready to have this talk so soon, as your 99.99% sure of what he is goi by to say. You get out of his lap, "yeah, just getting shoes on. Be right there." You say before turning to face to face Miguel, "I'll go check on those two to make sure they aren't getting into any trouble. Specifically Gabriel." You say before walking out of the closest and out of your bedroom.

"Y/n" you heard your name right when you left the bedroom, but you decide to pretend you didn't hear him as you continue your way to the living room.

After getting downstairs and walking over just a block to Central Park from the apartment and adventuring through the beautiful winter scenic view.

You walked by Miguel 's side gloved hand in gloved hand, Gabriel a few steps ahead holding Gabi's hand.

For it being Christmas Eve, you were surprised by the lack of people skating on the ice. Unknown to you Miguel had called ahead and bought for the ice skating to be almost sold out for a few hours today, letting only a few other people to skate, so it didn't look conspicuous.

"Wow, look! It's so pretty!" Gabi said as she jumped up and down in excitement. "Well he there Gabi. Don't worry." Gabriel chuckled as Gabi tried to pull him to move faster.

By the time all four of you made it and got your skates, you sat down on the wooden bench to get yours on. Miguel came over to you, looking even more like a giant as he had his skates on. After you made sure yours were tight, Miguel lent you a hand and helped you up.

You all made it to the ice rink, and despite skating every year during the holidays since you were younger than Gabi you were slightly nervous to get on the ice. But like every year you swallow your nerves and get on the ice, and as soon as you do you feel happy and relaxed.

You get a few feet from the entrance before swiftly turning around as you see Miguel help Gabi on to the ice. Just like you, you could see the worry in her eyes as Miguel helped her to step on to the ice. Then as he stepped on to the ice behind her, he began to skate over to you, his hand under her arms to help keep her up. The laughter and smiles on both Gabi and Miguel's face made your heart melt from the adorable site. You couldn't resist as you took your phone out of your pocket and took a photo of them, making sure to show it to Miguel later.

"Look Mama! I'm on the ice!"

"I can see that baby bug. You're doing great." You say as Miguel skates her over to you.

"Now Gabi, you can't lock your knees when you skate. Always make sure they are slightly bent. And don't lean back. And it's almost like walking, your feet are just slowly sliding on the ice. Just like when you slide with your furry socks on the hardwood floors. Now Mama is right in front of you. Do you want to try and skate to her?"

"Yeah!" Gabi nods. As she was told she tried to follow her father'a instructions. As soon as she got a foot away from him, you saw her nerves come back as she begin to freeze, before anything could happen you skate the last few feet towards her as you hold both her hands.

"It's ok, baby bug. I got you. But great job on trying. I remember when I was your age, it took me some time on the once before I felt comfortable enough to skate on my own."

"Like Mamita said, you'll get there when you do. But for now you can skate with us." Miguel skilled and skated up next to the both of you as he took her other hand. You and Miguel begin to skate really slow to help Gabi learn how to properly skate, and to gain the confidence to do it on her own.

After skating for a while together, Gabi finally got the confidence to try on her own, of course with you and Miguel right behind her, just in case she fell, which she did.

After a few tears were shed, and a bunch of hugs and kisses were given to make her feel better, plus a hot chocolate with whip cream and marshmallows made her frown turn back into her beautiful smile.

All four of you decided to take a nice walk through the park.

"Wait! Can I make a snowman?" Asked Gabi as she runs towards the vast amount of snow covering the park.

"Of course!" You say as you follow her into the snowy field. You help Gabi with forming the body of the snowman, however, the little five year old decided to gather up snow into her tiny gloved palms and form a ball.

"Mama, can we throw one at Papa?" Gabi grinned, which made you laugh. "Yes." You mimicked her grin as she passed you the snowball, and made herself another one.

Miguel's back was facing you and Gabi at the moment as he talked to Gabriel. Knowing you wouldn't be able to get close without his crazy good hearing warning you of your presence, you stop just a few feet from him.

"Ok, three, two, one...throw" you whisper yell as both you and Gabi throw the harmless snow at Miguel's back.

Miguel quickly turned around with a surprised face, a smile appearing as he saw both you and Gabi try to hide your laughter. Of course Gabriel couldn't hide his, as he burst out in laughter from his brother's reaction.

"Oh, we want to play like that. Do we know?" Miguel chuckled before he slowly began to walk over to both of you, before jumping into a sprint. You and Gabi ran in the opposite direction, Gabi squealing in delight. Of course you didn't get far before Miguel grabbed you by the waist and pulled you into his chest, however you both lost your balance and fell backwards into a large pile of snow, that was luckily there to make the landing soft. Gabi followed right after you by falling on to Miguel as he caught her with the other arm that wasn't around you.

All three of you laughed, as you laid in the pile of snow. "Mis traviesas niñas." Said Miguel before he pulled you both in for a hug.

"Aww, such a cute family! Makes me want to settle and have one." Said Gabriel as he took a photo of the three of you.

"Well maybe you should, so that you'll bother me less." Said Miguel.

"Nah, you would miss me too much."

Gabi got up, followed by you as you lent a hand to Help Miguel up. But you noticed the mischievous grin on his face a little too late as he pulls you back down into his chest.

"Miguel!" You giggle before they are deal by a kiss.

"Ok, you two love birds. I got a photo for the picture books, now get up. I'm freezing." Said Gabriel after taking a photo of you and Miguel knowing you both would want these sweet moments saved. He handed Miguel's phone back to him which he had stolen to take photos.

After heading back to the apartment, having dinner, and opening the presents Gabriel brought it was time to say goodnight and goodbye.

"I had a great day with all of you. I hope you have a nice Christmas and new years. I'll see you both next year!" Gabriel said as he saluted off before the elevator door closed on him.

You let out a small laugh after you saw Miguel roll his eyes from his brother's words.

You both head to the bedroom to finish wrapping presents from Santa for Gabi.

"Finally done. Now to put them under the tree." Said Miguel as he lays his head on your lap, relaxed by you combing your fingers through his hair.

"There's one more gift left." You grin down at him as he looks up at you confused.

"Where is it?" Miguel sighs softly thinking it's another large present to wrap from Santa.

"It will be here after Santa puts the presents under the tree." You say with hint of lust in your tone before you lean down and kiss him.

"I can't wait to see what it is." Miguel returns the kiss, getting the hint, as he grins and leaves your lap stacking all the presents as he quietly heads to the living room, careful not to wake Gabi.

You quickly get out of your day clothes already wearing it underneath. You had seen the holiday-themed lingerie when you were shopping, and you knew Miguel would love it.

Putting your clothes in the hamper you rushed to the master bathroom, taking your hair out of the low hanging bun, fixing it up a bit. You check yourself in the mirror happy with the final product. You were wearing dark red lingerie, with a bra that tied in to a semi large bow in the front, which once untied reveals your bare chest. To match you wore the same color panties that had a bit of tulle around it, creating a extremely short, really a skirt, skirt. But who cares, it was going to be tossed to the floor in a matter of minutes anyways.

You checked the time on your phone, it's was midnight, officially making it Christmas. When you hear his footsteps coming, you lean against the bed as soon as he opened the door.

When his eyes met yours, they widened before being filled with lust, as he made his way over to you. He grabbed you by the waist as he pulled you against his bare chest.

"Merry Christmas Miggy."

"Merry Christmas in deed, mi hermosa amor." Miguel looks you over, savoring every single detail of you. He too your chin and gently lifted it as he leaned down and kissed you, Persian galore of himself into you. Your core tightened at the feeling of his hard-on against your stomach.

"One more thing. Pull the ribbon." You smiled against his lips. Miguel kissed your lips one more time before doing as you said. In one swift pull, the perfect bow was gone revealing your chest. You could see the lust cloud his eyes more, and in a blink of an eye you were underneath him on the bed, as his lips kiss down from your neck, down to your breasts. "Tan hermosa." His lips latched on to one of your nipples, hitching your breath letting out a moan. His hand swiftly moved your panties to the side inserting a finger into your aching cunt. Another moan escaped your lips.

"Keep singing for me, cariño." Miguel con tied to mark up your breasts as he thrusted a second finger into you, curling his fingers knuckles deep.

"Mhmm please Miguel." You moaned out as you near your breaking point.

"You want to cum mi amor?"

"Yes, please Miggy." You groan as you feel the loss of his fingers. Before you know it, your straddle on top of him, as he slams you down on to his cock.

"Only good girls get to cum, and I thought you said this morning your were naughty. You want to cum? Bounce on my cock until I think you deserve your release." Miguel grinned.

You lightly glare down at him as his grin widens further. However, the need for your release was too much as you begin to move your hips. You rarely fuck in this position, so the feeling of his cock stabbing deeper into you was heavenly. Your clench against him, earning a groan from him.

"Damn baby, your so fucking tight."

At the pace you were going, your hips began to grow tired starting slowly lose your rhythm. However, Miguel being your savior grabbed your hips and began to move you up and down keeping up with your quick and rough pace. You began to feel your core tighten once again.

"Miguel please. Please." You whine out your brain begins to feel foggy only focusing on the feeling of his thick ridged cock thrusting in and out of you.

"Are you a good girl?" Miguel panted from beneath you.

"Y-yes I am. I'm a good girl. Now please Miguel." You whine out.

"Of course, cariño." Miguel chuckled as he flipped you, now in missionary as his pace quickened, pummeling his cock deep inside you as his balls slap against you. His hand lowered to your clit as he began to rub it with the same ferocity as his thrusts. Another moan escaped from your lips, electricity coursing through your entire body. Your eyes roll back as you feel your release.

Miguel continued to slam his cock deep inside you, causing you to feel your overstimulation coming on.

"Fuck, I love this damn pussy. I love you, y/n."

"I love you to Miguel." You breathed out. From your words Miguel let out groan as he released himself deep inside you, now filled full with his warm seed.

After a few more thrusts Miguel pulled out as he lied right next to you. You turned to face him as one of his arms warped around your waist pulling your sweaty naked body against his. He leaned down and captured his lips before saying, " Thank you for the wonderful Christmas present."

You wake up the next morning to Gabi jumping up on you bed, with a wide and happy smile.

"Wake up! It's Christmas! It's Christmas!"

Luckily after your session with Miguel last night you both cleaned up and got into proper pjs before going to sleep, knowing that Gabi would wake up before the both of you and barge into the room.

"Good Morning princesa. How did you sleep?" Miguel said in his deep and rough morning voice as he smile up at his daughter who was jumping for joy on the bed.

"Great! Santa came! He left a bunch of presents! Can we please open them. Please!"

"Alright, Baby bug. We'll get up." You chuckle as you get out of bed and swoop Gabi off her feet to which she giggled. You set her on the ground right next to you.

"Ok, first let's make coffee for me and Papa and then we will open presents."

After getting coffee you and Miguel sit next to each other on the sofa as you watch Gabi open up her many many many presents.

After she opened all of hers she handed you and Miguel one from under the tree.

Miguel opened his which, was a gift Gabi got for him, with you helping her with the funds to get it.

"Aw princesa I love it. I'll use it all the time." Miguel smiled as he held up a coffee tumblr that read, World's Best Papa and Scientist.

"Your turn Mama!"

You smile as you read the name tag, To the love of my life. From your Miggy. You rip off the wrapping paper to see a gorgeous thin red rectangle velvet box with gold stitching. You open the box, as a gasp leaves your lips. Your eyes lock with Miguel's who smiles lovingly at you.

Before you in the box was a simple but gorgeous Cartier gold chain necklace. In the center dangled three beautiful dark red rubies. Your heart melted as the color reminded you of Miguel's eyes. Even though his were brown, you swore in the light they glistened like beautiful dark rubies. You knew you would never take this off, knowing that a part of him was always with you.

"It's beautiful Miguel. I love it." Tears brim the corner of your eyes as you kiss his cheek before giving him a hug. "Can you help me put it on?"

"Of course, mi amor." Miguel smiled bright, happy you loved his gift. You turned your back as you pull your hair to the side as he put the necklace on you. A tiny chill went up your body as you felt the cold necklace lay against your neck. You trim back around as you looked to Gabi with a smile.

"It's beautiful Mama. You look gorgeous!"

"You look stunning." Miguel says.

You enjoyed the rest of the festive holiday cuddle up next to Miguel on the sofa watching holiday movies with Gabi sitting on the ground distracted with playing with her brand new toys.

You couldn't imagine a more perfect Christmas. A Christmas spent with your new family.

The last few days went by in a breeze. When you Miguel and Gabi weren't staying in the comfort of the warm apartment, you adventure out to the various holiday markets around the city, or gaze at the stunning Christmas decorations.

Today was finally December 31st. You and Miguel decided that with the chaos and drama still being thrown at both at you through text messages and voice mails you decide to have it just be you two and Gabi.

You were in the kitchen making dinner, saying you would be happy to make some classic dishes that you've had with your family.

Arms wrapped around your waist, as a smile graced your lips from a kiss placed to your cheek.

"Everything smells very good, cariño."

"Thank you. Do you want to try some?" You say as you held up a spoon with some of the food. He happily took it and smiled. "That tastes amazing."

"Thank you Miggy."

After dinner was served and happily enjoyed by the O'Hara's you all settled on the sofa as you watch the Nueva York New Years commencement.

You look down to see a sleeping Gabi who was sprawled out on your and Miguel's lap.

"I guess it's time she goes to sleep.She's so adorable." You say quietly as you gently brush back some of her curls.

"She is. I'll take her to bed."

"Ok." You smile as you place a goodnight kiss to the top of Gabi's head before Miguel lifted her up and carried her to bed.

After a few minutes Miguel came back as he sat right next to you on the sofa, wrapping an arm around you to pull you against him.

"Did she wake up?"

"Nope still was out like a light. Nothing can wake her up if she's asleep. Reminds me of a very someone." Miguel looks at you as he chuckled.

"What can I say, I love to sleep." You smile as you rest your head on him as you both continue to watch the tv.

The count down began on the tv as thousands of voices joined together in time square.

10...9...8... 7... 6... 5... 4... 3... 2...1!

Happy New year!

You joined in with the voices on the tv as you were standing, excitement etched throughout your body. Miguel pulled you against his chest, a big smile on his face before dipping you slightly and capturing his lips with yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck as you deepened the kiss. A few seconds later, your lips parted, lips both slightly swollen. As the New Year's music plays on in the background from the TV all you could pay attention to was Miguel.

"Happy New Year, Miggy."

"Happy New Year, mi amor. I can't wait to see what this year has in store for us." He smiles wide, showing his dimples before leaning down and kissing you again.

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FIC RECS: TOP GUN: MAVERICK - 2!

Okay, so there was shit I forgot in my year in review rec list. I posted it and a minimum of about 10 other fics immediately came to mind. so, part 2! I also didn't put many WIPs on the first one, but I think currently in progress fics should get some love too. I'll be marking them with an asterisk.

If I made a little comment about every single fic or series here, it would be inhumanely long, so I've refrained from doing so and have just put the summaries for each.

I hope that anyone who reads this list finds something that they love on it just as much as I do! Happy reading!

P.S. If I missed anyone, I'm sorry, there was a lot to sort through!

(P.S.S. reblog the fics you like, it makes writers happy.)

part 1, if you missed it.

SOME OF THESE ARE 18+, PLEASE HEED THE INDIVIDUAL WARNINGS!

JAKE SERESIN

Parking Lots and Matcha Lattes by @withahappyrefrain

In an attempt to get coffee, you meet a grade A asshole whose head you want to rip off. Meanwhile, Jake Seresin is pretty certain he just met his future wife in the parking lot of a coffee shop. AKA Jake Seresin likes mean women, pass it on.

The Hangman Special by @hangmanssunnies

On a night out with your friends at a fancy cocktail bar, you are just trying to keep your head down and ignore the girl that your ex cheated on you with. The night only seems like it's going to get worse when you are dared to kiss a stranger at the bar. However, it seems like the odds might finally be in your favor when you notice a familiar set of broad shoulders. If you can be convincing, you think you might just be able to get your brother's friend Jake "Hangman" Seresin to help you out with your little problem.

*she is both hellfire and holy water by @chemistryread

you should take it as a compliment, that I'm talking to everyone here but you.

Birds Away by @wombtotombx

You’d known Jake since you were kids, bonding over the shared experience of being military brats overseas. You were the perfect pair - he was reckless, you followed the rules; he didn’t care what others thought, you were a people-pleaser. You both became the best of the best in your field - he through sheer talent and skill, you from demonstrated grit and determination. For over two decades, everyone around you - parents, friends, even teachers - had assumed you’d both end up together, despite the fact that somehow, you never did. The Navy always had its way of keeping you two apart. Whatever possibilities there might have been, it was just never in the cards. Until you got to Fallon.

*The Backup by @ereardon

No strings attached sex never works, right? You and Jake Seresin have fallen into a bad pattern of seeking each other out for sex after dates go awry, but a year of being friends with benefits with Jake hasn’t been good for your dating life. Especially when the two of you are hiding your antics from your lifelong best friend Coyote and the rest of your tightly knit friend group. But what happens when you decide to take a step back and end the cycle with Jake to focus on your dating life? And why is it that all of the sudden Jake looks more irresistible than ever when you know he’s off limits?

Take Care of Business by @honkytonk-hangman

The last time you met Lieutenant Jake Seresin, the war was still ongoing and you’d been in a floundering engagement. Back then you’d seen the possibility for more in his eyes, and now? Well, now you could explore it.

When Jake Met Polly by @/honkytonk-hangman

Jake likes to flirt with his Air Traffic Controller or Jake Seresin has never seen When Harry Met Sally.

How It's Done (Oneshot Version) by @/honkytonk-hangman

“Like me? I didn’t even think you wanted me as a squadmate, let alone–” you stop speaking, but only because Hangman cuts his eyes sharply away from you to glare out at the ocean. “Well, I do.” He says kind of indignantly, all things considered, and eyes you almost sourly. “You can just say no if you don’t–” “–No, I do!” you quickly cut him off, because at the end of it all, you’re a little too much of a hopeless romantic to let this moment pass you by.

Twenty-Five Going on Forty-Seven by @sehnsuchts-trunken

Flirting with the guy who fixed your car turns out to lead to much, much more when you find out he’s actually not just some random guy, but your new neighbour and father’s new best friend, Jake Seresin.

BRADLEY BRADSHAW

*fever pitch by @greenorangevioletgrass

Arsenal and USMNT captain Bradley Bradshaw attends the mononymous music sensation Y/N's concert with a friendship bracelet and a dream. Little did he know that they soon embark on an epic love story fit for pop royalty...

This Love Came Back to Me by @beyondthesefourwalls

You and Bradley hadn’t ended on bad terms; really, you stopped before the two of you could even truly begin. Still, in the last seven months, you had never completely left his mind. So when you suddenly appeared in front of him at the bar, asking for a favor and pulling him into a kiss, he thought maybe it was the perfect opportunity to see if this time, things could be different. But what neither of you realized was that there’s more going on than just rekindling a lost romance, and it might not be as easy as simply just wanting it.

I Like Your Cinema by @sometimesanalice

Bradley wasn’t sure why you wanted to see the movie again, especially when neither one of you had particularly liked it the first time you’d seen it together. But when you’re tugging down his zipper, things start to make a lot more sense.

‘cause no one breaks my heart like you by @heartsofminds

“Last times always make him uneasy. He thinks that he should be used to it by now from his track record of being abandoned (willfully or “out of their control” situations alike). None of this should hurt him as deeply anymore.” or Bradley Bradshaw is terrified of commitment and he decides to stop being selfish (even though it’s hard to see).

the periphery by @youvebeenlivingfictional

You’d met Bradley a few times before the happy couple had announced their nuptials, and you’d always gotten a pretty good vibe from him. He was sweet, he was easy to talk to—and it helped that he was easy on the eyes. In fact, as soon as you’d been told that Bradley Bradshaw was going to be the Best Man, you were well on your way to having a crush on the guy.

*Hotter Than Texas by @tongue-like-a-razor

Bradley Bradshaw is tasked with transporting a not-so-delicate package in the form of Jake Seresin’s baby sister, who turns out to be Bradley’s dream girl worst nightmare.

*flight risk by @ofstoriesandstardust

In which you and Rooster got married while at UVA for the military benefits. What started out as a mutually beneficial deal between friends years ago turns into a point of interest for Maverick, causing Rooster to have to haul you out to Fightertown to get him to shut up. While Maverick’s fussing over a marriage he didn’t know existed, Rooster’s focused on getting the ball rolling on divorce papers because really, the Navy does not need to be calling some poor girl from his college that he’s died in a horrendous accident. It’s proving to be more difficult than he expected, especially when Hangman and Phoenix take it upon themselves to encourage a friendship to become more.

How You Play the Game by @roosterforme

Bradley always loved October because of the World Series. He never expected a mix-up with the ticket he won to bring something as spectacular as you into his life. But time is fleeting, and now baseball is the last thing on his mind.

*The Intern by @/roosterforme

You barely have a minute to yourself after graduating at the top of your Ivy League class before your father insists you find an internship. Your days of lounging by the pool and partying are numbered as he has an endless parade of his colleagues visiting the house. But one of them is familiar to you in a way that warms your skin just like the San Diego sun. And it turns out, Bradley Bradshaw may just have the answers to all your problems. And those answers might be waiting for you on a yacht in the Mediterranean Sea.

there was something 'bout you by @bussyslayer333

bradley bradshaw didn’t fall in love, especially not with uptight girls in his english lit class and especially not the ones being forced into tutoring him.

*Ultraviolence by @babyonboard

You and Bradley loved each other, and Jake was just your old friend from high school who you tried to pay no mind to. At least that's how it used to be.

All Too Well by @bradleyfuckingbradshaw

You’re at dinner with your boyfriend and some of his colleagues at a restaurant he chose when you look over the menu and realize there’s no vegetarian option, but he’s too busy with his friends to realize that. Bradley isn’t.

October 3rd Promptober by @familyvideostevie

you go to a tailgate with your friend bradley.

If You Met Me First by @tip-top-cloud-surfer

Rooster confessed to Echo that he was in love with her before the mission. One minor problem: she has a boyfriend.

Home for the Holidays by @mothdruid

Bradley might have lied about having a girlfriend. His best friend, you, decide to help him out and go home for the holidays with him. As the trip unfolds, so does your and Bradley’s feelings for one another.

BOB FLOYD

*I bet this would look beautiful on film by @coridotmp3

Honey desperately needs a photographer, and Bob desperately needs a break.

Robert from Next Door by @attapullman

You've lucked out with the perfect neighbor, a kind and overly helpful WSO. He puts up Christmas lights, lends his lawn mower, and grabs your morning paper. But what happens when he's out of peppermint tea one night?

If Only the Neighbors Knew by @/attapullman

A month of stolen kisses culminates in Robert hosting the HOA meeting and getting you on his couch. The ladies of the neighborhood may make him blush, but only you can make your sweet neighbor weak in the knees.

*Golden Hour by @/ereardon

Willow, Georgia. Barely even a town, just a speck on a map that you tried to wipe off, mistaking it for a crumb. You’re the outsider: a fancy New York doctor, fresh out of a failed engagement, with zero primary care experience. You’re also the new town doctor, taking over for a recent retiree who was beloved. His son, Bob Floyd, is the other physician at the practice, and takes an immediate dislike to you. But you were looking for a fresh start, and Willow doesn’t seem all that bad if you can get past the fact that there's only one restaurant in town. It helps that you've caught the eye of Bradley Bradshaw, the town attorney, despite the fact that you vowed to take a break from dating. How long until you start to make friends in a town where social circles have been set in stone since elementary school? And what will it take to make Bob Floyd see you’re not as bad as he wants to believe you are?

Ruin the Friendship by @withahappyrefrain

The night before Bob leaves for Boot Camp, he’s learned no one has gone down on his best friend. He’s determined to fix that.

International Bob Floyd Fucks Month Masterlist

a january writing event hosted by @/attapullman

Bob from Stats by @/attapullman

College is a wild time, but absolutely nothing could prepare you for the quiet guy from Stats riding around campus as a cowboy. Or what a good kisser he is.

#jake seresin x reader #bradley bradshaw x reader #bob floyd x reader #jake seresin #bradley bradshaw #bob floyd #tgm fanfiction #fic rec #fic rec list #queue

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The Aeon Of Creation : Surprise ?

P1 (here) -> P2 (coming soon)

TW : English isn't my first language, bad english. Spoil Penacony quests.

Gender : Male/GN

Pronouns used : He/They

Info : I was sad when I haven't found any hsr sahsr au, so I decided to write one.

There was an Aeon that everyone know in the universe.

The first Aeon that have been appeared, The Aeon Of Creation.

It’s said that The Aeon Of Creation was the first being that had appear, that it’s them that have create the universe, the worlds, and that have created the others Aeons. That it’s them that say who can be an Aeon.

But no one has seen them for a while now. Even the others Aeons were worried, even Nanook.

It’s only decades later that a trailblazer saw them.

<----->

His name was Caelus, he was in a dream at Penacony when he meet them.

They seems so familiar, but also they seems like a stranger.

“Excuse me.” Said the grey hair, looking at the h/c hair. “Have we met before ?”

They had h/l h/c hair, e/c, s/c, and they were wearing a white shirt with a sleeveless sweater on top, a trench coat, black pants and shoes.

They had a men body, and they look like a men in every way. But, more Caelus was watching them, more they don’t seems to be human, and more they remember him someone- but he don’t know who.

It was.. strange.

“Maybe yes, maybe no.. Who know ?” ask the person-thing. “I'm sorry, I have a bad memory."

They were lying, Caelus didn’t know how, but he just know it.

He hate when people lie to him.

“I’m Y/N and my pronouns are he/him. Just a person traveling in the universe. Nice to meet you.” He introduced himself lifting his hat a little in a sort of reverence- since when did he have a hat ?!

Caelus ask no question -he was used to things like that.

“I’m Caelus, a nameless.” He said, Compared to usual, he didn't make a joke or show off like he usually did. He didn’t really think about it at that moment.

<----->

Caelus was often with Y/N.

They was what we can called ‘best friend’.

Every time Caelus was in Penacony, he would go straight to Y/N.

Y/N gave off a sort of comforting and familiar aura. One that he found difficult to part with. Maybe the reason he clung so tightly to his friend was to avoid a repeat of Firefly, to protect him. Caelus didn't know, and he didn't search for an answer, focusing on the present.

“Caelus ! Do attention ! I swear one day you will die soon if you continue like that !” His friend swore as Caelus passed on the road to join him, not paying attention to the passing cars, almost being run over by one.

Caelus only give a nervous laugh at that.

<----->

Being the Aeon of Creation for them was boring.

They knew everything, having nothing to learn. That annoyed them. They wanted to learn, to discover things.

But with their creations worshiping them, some much, MUCH, more than others, it was impossible. So they took a human form and visited the planets, the worlds, that they had created from another point of view.

<----->

Humans were very attached to all this gender and sex stuff, so they took on a masculine appearance and he/him pronouns. Like that, they really look like the other humans ! Well, except for their blood. They had a blood that was like the universe, no, that was like their blood was the universe ! Just like their tears. And it's never touching the ground, disappearing in the air. They had to be careful for not being hurt or crying in front of people (but why and how they know their tears colors ?)

They was travelling alone until they meet him.

He was a boy with short grey hair and yellow eyes. His name was Akivili.

They traveled the universe together, in the Express.

Akivili was their first friend, their first best friend,

Their first love.

They were really closed, and the Aeon realized too late that they were falling for him.

The day they wanted to confess, Akivili disappeared.

The Aeon of Creation have done all for finding him, but always in a human form, they didn’t want people to realize who they was.

And, one day, in a dream they meet someone that look like Akivili.

His name was Caelus, a nameless, just like Akivili.

The Aeon of Creation thought that maybe, just maybe, he was Akivili, a reincarnation, or a descendant of him. They were sure the two were related.

Especially that he have the name Akivili wanted to give to his son.

The day before the Creator turn Akivili into an Aeon.

“Hey, if one day you have a kid, what name will you give them ?” ask Akivili.

“Huh- I don’t know ?” said the Aeon confused. They thought about how everyone always gives two names to this question, one feminine and one masculine. “Aether if it’s a boy and Stelle if it’s a girl.”

“Great names. You’re always creatives for names.” Said the mortal.

“And you ?”

“Caelus if it’s a boy and Lumine if it’s a girl.” Akivili answer easily.

Akivili always had something for picking great name.

It’s him who gave them the name Y/N after all.

So, for knowing who really Caelus was, they decided to stay with him.

Of what they had understood, he lost a dear friend, so Y/N helped him at the same time with all his grief thing.

And that worked ! Well, in a way ?

Caelus was feeling better now that Y/N was here, but he was what mortals called ‘clingy’.

The Aeon found that funny – Akivili was always clingy with them when he was tired. So that make them think of the past.

They was happy to compare Caelus to Akivili, making some theories about it, and not to some creep that prayed them..

Maybe The Aeon Of Creations have what mortals called a trauma caused by a few of their believers.

<----->

The Aeon Of Creation is traumatized of all this Sagau imposter AU/j I thought making the creator having a universe color blood and tears will be funny because, you know, they created it- The Creator thinking Caelus is Akivili is an idea that would hurt when it will be more developed.

#honkai star rail #hsr #hsr x reader #hsr x gn reader #hsr x male reader #gn reader #male reader #hsr sahsr au #honkai star rail sahsr au #honkai star rail x gn reader #honkai star rail x male reader #akivili x aeon of creation #Raccoon is writing #sahsrau

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cozy-cinnamon-roll · 18 days

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Stitches (Part II)

(Read Part I Here! used to be We Interrupt This Broadcast... changed the name because I feel like this fits better 😅)

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Pairing: Ler!Rosie, Ler!OC, Lee!Alastor (strictly platonic)

Content/Trigger Warnings: tickling, very brief blood mention, medical themes (non-graphic & painless). And again, this is set right after Alastor gets his ass handed to him by Adam, so you can expect some angst (don't worry, he gets better).

If there are any trigger warnings you'd like me to add in the future (and/or to this fic), PLEASE let me know! I am always happy to oblige. 💕

This is a ticklefic! If that's not your cup of tea, kindly move along.

"Almost ready" I said. "Basically finished" I said. Sorry y'all, the Chronic Illness Fairy struck. 😅 I will say this was my favorite part to write, but also the one I'm most uncertain about... bit more angst in this installment and I'm not much of an angst writer lol... but with Rosie in the mix (especially as a ler), angst never lasts long. 🥰

Also I changed the title. Hopefully it's not confusing that way... cuz without Part 1 this fic makes zero sense 😅

One last thing... I'm so happy y'all like Trudy! Was thinking about posting a lil sketch of her at some point (I need a new insomnia project now that this fic is done 😅). I've been having a truly awful few weeks on the anxiety front, so all the positive feedback on Part I has been quite literally making my days 💕

Hope you enjoy!!

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"Ooh, you stubborn little bastard. You're still gonna refuse to laugh?" Rosie mutters.

Alastor doesn't dare try to speak. All he can manage is a defiant shake of his head.

"Look, my friend. If you 'don't mind a little tickling,' and getting all giggly is your specialty…" Rosie tweaks his bottom rib, eliciting a noise that comes just short of a squeak. "What, exactly, is the problem here?"

"I'm supposed to be in control!" he grinds out through his twitching grin.

"You are in control, sir." Trudy abruptly withdraws her hands, holding them up innocently. "You can tell me to stop at any time."

Alastor cringes. He was sorta hoping no one would point that out.

"Which is why I find it so fascinating that you haven't yet." A sly smirk creeps across Rosie's face.

Oh, for fuck's sake.

"I- I'm humoring you!"

"Humoring me?" Rosie tilts her head. "My dear, I hope you're not doing this just for my sake. If you don't want Trudy to check for further injury-"

"No, I do! O-on my terms!"

"This is on your terms."

"Yes, but-"

"In fact, you insisted."

He stumbles again, before mumbling another meager, "…to humor you!"

Trudy shoots her boss a disoriented look - but Rosie, as usual, is hearing her friend loud and clear.

"Alastor." Rosie rolls her eyes, gestures for Trudy to step aside, and scoots over to place a hand on his knee. "Adam is dead. Everyone in hell thinks you're either succumbing to your wounds in some remote gutter or hiding in whatever alternate dimension you just spent the last seven years. You're not even 'on air'." She leans in. "You can drop the act for a moment, if it's what you need."

That certainly hits the mark. For the first time, Alastor's smile falters - not completely dropping, but certainly losing much of the strained quality it's had since he arrived.

"I wish I could, my dear."

Encouraged, Rosie continues. "Well, what's stopping ya? As much as I love spending time with Alastor the Radio Demon… if you wanna take this opportunity to let out whoever's underneath that effervescent grin of yours, you know we wouldn't mind."

Alastor swallows - and for the first time in a decades, Rosie finds his expression difficult to read. "Rosie, I'm afraid I can't really..."

"I mean, you've been holding that same silly show-host-smile for years! Don't tell me you've never gotten tired of it!"

"It's sewn on, Rosie."

"…What?"

He hesitates. "Let's just say today wasn't the first time I've been, ah... stitched up." As he speaks, he gestures to his toothy grin. And for once, there's not a trace of distortion in his voice.

Rosie's dark eyes go wide when she realizes what he means. The cannibal overlord just stands there for a beat, in an uncharacteristic moment of shock.

But, being Rosie, she quickly recovers. "Well, so what?"

"I'm just saying, I'm afraid I can't really drop the act."

"Nonsense! Since when has your act had anything to do with your face?" Rosie flicks her hand, as if brushing the thought aside. "Who cares if you can't show genuine Alastor. I wanna hear him."

"But my microphone..."

"You're doing just fine without it."

Once again, this attempt at reassurance only makes Alastor look more disturbed. "Th-this can't be me!"

"...Well, no. This right here sure isn't the Alastor I know. But…"

Alastor is barely listening to her anymore. His broadcast persona has been his sole identity since he was alive. Now his radio tower has been reduced to rubble, his microphone snapped clean in half, even his carefully-styled clothing left in tatters…

If this is the Genuine Alastor he's now stuck with - panicked, stuttering, weak - he can't imagine how he'll ever be able to face the rest of hell…

But these racing thoughts are once again interrupted by nails tracing up his sides. A sharp yelp cuts the air as poor Alastor just about jumps out of his skin.

"…Perhaps I can offer a little help?" Rosie suggests gently, once she has his undivided (and adorably flustered) attention. "On your terms, of course?"

Alastor just gazes back at her for a long moment. "What do you have in mind?"

"I happen to know something about you that even you can't fake."

The radio demon hesitates… before heaving a sigh and, to Rosie's surprise, giving a small nod of consent.

She breaks into a brilliant (and frankly terrifying) smile.

Before Alastor can brace himself, Rosie's hands have both found his sides and begun working into his waist. Having just watched him squirm around under Trudy's thorough probing twice (and adored every second of it), she already has a pretty good idea of where his worst spots are.

Which is made abundantly clear by Alastor's reaction. Within seconds he's gone from still trying to hold it all in by habit, to giggling into his hands, to cackling hysterically.

And it's the kind of laughter she's spent the last seven years missing. This isn't the confident, taunting chuckle he brings out for battles or brushing off rivals; this is bright, helpless, occasionally hiccuping laughter, the kind that is nearly impossible for him to stop once he starts - and the kind she only has the privilege of hearing when something truly amuses him.

"You can't sew your laughter on," Rosie reminds him. "This is all yours."

Rosie's fingers creep up under his shirt to scribble on bare tummy, adding a couple new sweet spots to her mental catalogue. This technique brings out even more of her favorite little quirks: the way he bats playfully (and completely ineffectually) at her wrists; his repeated attempts to speak around his laughter that only result in frantic spurts of incomprehensible, giggle-laced gibberish.

As she traces her nails across his lower belly she also finds a tiiiny layer of unexpected pudge. Which probably shouldn't surprise her - he's been out of the battle scene for seven years, after all. All those deer carcasses have to go somewhere.

Regardless, she finds it terribly endearing for some reason... and the surge of affection translates into a corresponding surge in the intensity of Rosie's tickles.

"AHaha! Ro- Rosie!" he blurts, his voice jumping a full octave higher than normal. "Stop!!"

Rosie removes her hands immediately. "Stop?"

"Aha- ah- well- I mean, er…" He stumbles breathlessly, and gives a sheepish cough.

"You didn't really want me to stop, did you?"

Rosie resumes with a chuckle, reeling herself in just a little. "How 'bout we say... oh... 'enough,' if you really want me to quit?"

Of course, she has to go and say it out loud.

"M-more of a reflehex..." he admits reluctantly.

Alastor tosses a shaky thumbs-up at her, already too lost in his own giggles to manage a verbal reply.

And he's gotta admit… Rosie was absolutely right. He wouldn't stop her right now for all the souls in hell. There's a reason Alastor has the most recognizable evil cackle of any other overlord. He can't help but find dissolving into laughter as cathartic and exhilarating as always - even if this time, it's not at some poor soul's misfortune. It's a result of his best friend's affection for her darling deer demon.

"As fun as getting your soft little belly is," Rosie muses, pausing to let Alastor catch his breath for a moment, "I can't help but wonder if you're ticklish anywhere else…"

Alastor may be off the air, but Rosie can practically hear the screech of microphone feedback just by the look on his face. "….I plead the fifth."

"Have you considered his ears?" Trudy pipes up shyly. While she'd managed to restrain herself behind an impeccably professional bedside manner earlier, it had taken everything in her power not to stroke Alastor's ears when she'd been close enough to do so. They were just. so. fluffy.

"Ohhh, heavens…" Alastor, for his part, curls in on himself at the mere suggestion.

Rosie grins. "Hey, 'no' is always an option."

A long pause. Alastor can't believe he's considering this. But the sensation of being tickled, as unbearable as it is, does feel awfully pleasant… and it's been so long since anyone has dared to touch him…

And what else does he have to lose at this point, anyway?

"I suppose if you're… very gentle…"

"Are you aware that your ears are the softest thing in the nine circles?"

This stipulation ends up backfiring. When it comes to his ears, gentle is worse. So, so much worse.

Poor Alastor is too busy clutching his stomach and snickering madly into his sleeve to reply.

"I should know, I work in retail. These right here-" Rosie traces her fingers down the feathery-soft edges, sending the radio demon into a new round of hysterics. "-Would fetch a pretty penny."

"They're nohot for saHA-ale!!"

"Nooo, I should say not." Rosie's hapless victim lurches back into the cushions as her fingers find the fluffy region at the base of his ears. Even without the microphone, his cackles have no problem filling the room. "You're the only demon classy enough to wear them."

"And don' you - GAHaha! - f-forget it!" He's so drunk on laughter now that he's beginning to slur his words. His careful elocution has gone the same place as his steady tone, and lack of stutter.

Luckily, he's also far too drunk on laughter to care.

...Right about there, Rosie notices that the faint hum of radio static in the air is no longer just in her head.

He is laughing his heart out for the first time in weeks. Genuinely laughing for the first time in decades. And laughing completely for himself, for his own enjoyment, without need for intimidation or control or image or audience, for the first time since long before he died.

While Trudy typically can't say much for her self-preservation instinct, she's got enough of one to feel hesitant joining her boss in tickling the most powerful overlord in hell (outside the pretense of medical intervention, at least). So she just stands back, watching fondly as The Most Dangerous Overlord This Side of the Pentagram utterly destroys the deer demon.

...At least, until she notices a flicker of green light out of the corner of her eye. Lying forgotten on the end table, the splintered ends of Alastor's microphone are sparking and crackling like live wires.

The surgeon creeps over for a closer look, staring in fascination. And then - just as Rosie gets poor Alastor behind the ears and delivers a scribble to his tummy at the same time - she ever-so-gently nudges the fractured ends closer to one another.

To her surprise, a bright green spark arcs clear across the gap. For a fraction of a second, the whole staff radiates a flash of a familiar green glow.

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"Keep him laughing, Rosie," Trudy murmurs over her shoulder. It appears the Radio Demon's downfall will be nothing more than an intermission.

Thanks for being so patient with me y'all! Hope it was worth the wait 💕

💜- Cozy

#lee!alastor #ler!rosie #ticklish!alastor #oh deer he's ticklish #hazbin hotel tickling #hazbin hotel tickles #ticklefic #dr. trudy sawblade #my ocs

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signedeclipse · 1 year

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Placeholder for ice cream anons' request since they wished for their request to remain hidden! Hi self! Douma x uppermoon reader plz (details expunged, read on to figure out!)

Behind Closed Doors [Douma X Reader]

Reader is Demon Female | NSFW

Recomended Song - Do I Wanna Know? by Arctic Monkeys

It had been such a long time since you last appeared before the infinity castle, so many decades since a major change was announced by your lord Muzan. The strike of a biwa sounded closer with every step you took through each door that snapped open, seemingly endless, before you appeared before the woman that had orchestrated your appearance.

You had gone through many of these, seen the flows of who was stronger, been challenged by dozens of demons that eventually fell. Currently the only kanji in your eyes read uppermoon, but there was no number to be found.

But things had stilled for a bit over a century, things seemed to be going well, and the sudden change meant things were about to get stricter. You had seen how Lord Muzan worked, and it was just about time for him to snap.

It seemed you were the last to step in, as the moment the door snapped behind you, your attention was called to the tension across the space between the top three.

"The final uppermoon has arrived." Nakime called out, drawing the attention to you as you carefully glided down the stairs, moving past the shivering Hantengu, who only shuffled out of the way for you to continue past him so you could step onto the platform just beside the others'.

"Where is Lord Muzan?" You called the question into the air, though judging by the bloodied body of Gyokko strewn across the floor, you had missed him entirely.

"Lord Muzan has just left, he did not feel you needed to be reprimanded." Nakime finished before lowering her head, seemingly done informing you, which left you to turn to the others for any information.

"Miss l/n." Kokushibo bowed his head to you, though everyone else refrained from greeting you. There was no need for formalities now that everything was over.

You courtseyed to the upper rank, though with a quick surveillance of the room you felt there wasn't much left to be said, the room was empty of two individuals.

"I'm sorry your subordinates were killed, Douma." Your voice was teasing, and for seemingly the first time someone had attempted to speak to Douma out of interest and knowledge. Those who had seen you two more than once would know there was a thick atmosphere between the two of you, though what it was made up of was impossible to decipher.

A flame lit itself in the demon you'd addressed eyes', and he seemed much more cocky now that you were in the room.

"Oh, that? Well, I suppose not all of us are perfect. Isn't that right, Akaza?" The moment the words hissed through his teeth, Akaza tensed so visibly you'd almost been worried he would burst. In what felt like an instant, the demon hopped off into the maze of the infinity castle, and was strummed away by Nakime's chords.

You only cocked your head to the side, understanding that you must have missed another battle between the two. Akaza always was sore over his loss.

"I will be going now."

With just a step, Kokushibo dissipated as if in thin air, and the tension that was previously held in the space went along with it.

"Goodbye, Lord Kokushibo!"

The steady creaks of wood and metal shifting echoed in the space, though you could vaguely hear Hantengu's staggered breath, and the writhing of Gyokko as he attempted to regain control over his body. Douma and you sat silent, as if waiting for the other to break silence. He had been looking you over, noticing every change in your appearance since you had last met. You were stronger, as always, and it seemed your current post was as a nobel. It suited you.

"Was that all?" You turned back to Douma, only to find he had been staring straight at you. His eyes narrowed, looking down for but a moment at Gyokko's severed head.

"Ah yes, you just reminded me! Gyokko and Hantengu are going to investigate a clue. So, Gyokko-'' Immediately the pitter patter of small hands raced past you, a shrill voice screaming in the direction of Nakime.

"Please send Hantengu and myself to the same location!"

Hantengu wailed out, though was also cut off by two strikes of the biwa, both uppermoon four and five disappearing with them.

Then it was just the three of you, though Nakime kept a safe distance from any of the trouble. Douma seemed to have finally looked away, drawing out a long sigh. You could guess why; every kizuki hated him, Lord Muzan included… everyone except for you. Douma was always pestering and jabbing at the ego of others, though he had learnt to stay away from you long, long ago.

You had a certain way with discipline. A way not Kokushibo, hell, not even Lord Muzan could match in strength to what you'd done to him.

Douma clutched his pants, tilting his body to the left and feigning a smile. He had emotions, sure, but you knew the happiness was a facade to appease you, or perhaps trick you?

"Say, why don't we hang out after this! You can come to my place-"

"Or you could come to mine." Your head was facing opposite of him, ignoring any expression he attempted and staring down Nakime, who seemed to get the hint when her arm raised once more, striking it for the last time you'd likely hear in a while.

Your current place of stay was different, it changed every decade or so as you shifted from place to place, but this time it was a beautiful red temple, with tori gates leading out the door down a long set of stone stairs, where a village sat at the bottom of the hill.

You stared beyond the giant open gates, allowing Douma a peak before reaching forward and closing the heavy iron gate to the temple, sealing the two from the outside aside from the windows.

"Playing a new role already?" The uppermoon two teased, though he seemed a tad bit nervous, if not scared.

"Indeed. I took some inspiration from your little cult, and became the sacrifice of a local cult ruling over this poor, hopeless village." You paused to walk towards a large slab that went up to your waist made entirely of marble, it sat in between the door and the hearth that was in the middle of the large, open room.

Candles decorated the stairs leading up to the sacrificial podium, along with coins and various goods.

"According to the legend, a sacrifice must be chosen, and should they live a dozen decades the town will be ridden of its curse. Isn't that cute?" You sat on the altar, lifting your legs so they rested beside you, poking from your decorated gown.

"Curse?" Douma pushed curiously, circling the podium as if inspecting it, though you could feel his eyes burning against your skin.

That's when you laughed, a poison dripping in such an innocent sound, only telling of the malice you held deep inside of you.

"Yes, well, I took advantage of feasting off the people here since they were so isolated, but they convinced themselves their god had become upset and was killing them. Thus I am both the hand that kills them, and the sacrifice that will save them."

"You aren’t too dissimilar from them. You just don't know any better."

Between what you had shared of your new personality and your comparison, Douma bit his tongue, wondering what exactly you were hoping to get from him. Devotion? He'd give you every ounce of it if that was what you yearned for

In a moment, he felt hands- your hands, and hundreds of them- pushing him towards the altar, effectively forcing him to sit on the stairs, leaving his head in your lap.

Your demon blood art was very touchy, very controlling, and was oh so hard to expect when it was about to strike. Douma let out a sharp breath, but relaxed into the touch of your real hand meeting his cheek, caressing him.

"Staring me down in front of the other upper moons like a bitch in heat, was I not clear last time? Should I teach you further?" Your hand grabbed onto his face, harshly squishing his cheeks so his lips puckered and he looked at you, desperation building in his eyes.

You were so above him. A goddess, something worth worship, someone who made him feel something.

"Poor thing, you're no smarter than the humans below. You are just so lucky you have me here, aren't you?" A shiver ran down his spine as you let go, pressing your thumb against his lips to keep him quiet. His hands gripped so hard at the marble stairs that the stone crumbled in his grasp.

"Yes, Mistress."

Author Note - Thank you so much for requesting! I hope I was able to meet your expectations with the fanfic <3

Word Count - 1,478

Art Credit - @xbloolii (thank you so much for letting me use your work! Please follow this artist <3)

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sweetmage · 29 days

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Happy Friday and welcome to DADWC! How about: "Please don't leave me" from the Bad Things Happen Bingo prompts for M!Hawke/Anders?

Hi!! Happy Friday! Thank you so so much for the prompt <3 After much waffling on it, I decided to do a little bit of Hawke fearing losing Anders since I haven't done that as much!

Please Don't Leave Me - M!Handers

@dadrunkwriting

TW: Parental death, grieving

Words: 1220+

Tags: Hurt/Comfort, angst

Summary: After losing so much, Hawke doesn't know how to cope with the loss of his mother nor the fear of losing what little he has left. Anders tries his best to comfort him.

Full fic below the cut!

The room was quiet, as it so often was, but on this night it only served to exemplify what was missing. Who was missing.

The scent of blood was still fresh in his nose, the feeling of rot hadn't left his fingers, nor had the loving tingle where she'd held his hand until hers went limp in his.

Hawke was utterly devastating beyond what he could put to words.

Anders had long since stopped trying to soothe him with words, instead threading his fingers through Hawke's hair while he laid up against his feather pauldrons.

It felt wrong, almost, grieving for a mother he'd had the privilege of knowing for nearly three decades while wrapped in the arms of a man who had been denied that right. He knew Anders hadn't meant it that way when he called him lucky, but it stuck like a stone in his chest.

Sharing what he felt was hard, but some things could not be masked with humor. Sometimes things could not even be masked with silence, for as much as he tried.

"Can I get anything for you?" Anders asked, breaking his long silence.

After a moment, Hawke shook his head. "No," he said, voice hoarse from disuse and the lump in his throat.

"You're not thirsty? Hungry? You haven't had anything all day."

Losing a loved one wasn't exactly conducive to an appetite, but he understood Anders's concern all the same.

He shook his head again, though Anders still moved, still slid from beneath him. The sudden absence was like a blow, and he sat up quickly.

"Anders," he called, but he gave him no time to react before he was on his feet and grabbing for him frantically. "Don't. Please don't." His tone came harsher than he'd meant it, and he hated the way Anders tensed up at his tight touch.

Hawke loosened his grip on his arm, but he didnt let go. He couldn't. "I'm sorry, I'm not—I don't mean—"

"Love, I was just going to—" Anders said, soft, gentle, and turned around in his hold.

"Stay," he pleaded, not letting him finish his thought. "I don't need anything else. If you leave I'll just think and I... can't. I can't."

He chastised himself for how childish he sounded, how selfish and demanding.

He'd blamed himself for his father's death, for Bethany's, for Carver's mishap in the deep roads. He blames himself for denying Marian her last moments with their mother, for squandering them by making Leandra spend her last breaths comforting and reassuring him instead of the other way around. Were she to see him now, she might very well tell him the same.

Yet for all he was able to convince himself he was to blame, he could not stomach the idea of losing Anders's comfort. Of losing Anders, period.

That was what it really came down to. Losing him.

Anders's hand came to rest on his cheek, thumb smoothing over his beard in slow circles. He met Hawke's gaze with a cocked brow as if searching him, looking for a sign that his touch was unwanted or unwarranted.

"I'm here love," Anders murmured.

There was no judgment, no anger, no impatience. How was he so good? How could anyone be so unreasonably understanding?

Hawke pulled him into a tight embrace and buried his face within his hair. "For how long?" He asked quietly.

"What?"

"I've lost everyone," he whispered. "Mother was supposed to be safe here. Tucked away in the estate, living a comfortable life. But it didn't matter. I couldn't even keep her safe, how am I supposed to protect you? How long until someone gets to you?"

He felt Anders shift within his hold, just enough to bring his lips near his ear.

"I won't lie to you. I can't promise that won't happen. But it won't be because you didn't do everything in your power to protect me. There is no place safe for an apostate, but being with you is the closest thing I've ever had."

While the truth was harsh, he found it preferable to platitudes and unkept promises. Still...

"You could be safer elsewhere. I'm not sure I can protect you or keep you safe," Hawke said. "You deserve better than this."

Anders wrenched himself free of Hawke's hold, and for a moment he feared his words to be misconstrued as rejection or doubt.

He was about to correct himself when Anders faced him with the fainted crooked smirk upon his lips. "I've fed you every line about how you should leave me, find someone better suited to you, how I'll only end up hurting you or worse. But here you are. You're not the only one who's stubborn. I would do anything, endure anything, to keep you at my side."

It was no surprise that Anders would feel the same, not after all they'd seen together, yet somehow it still caught him off guard.

It was strange to be the one needing comfort, he was so accustomed to nights spent wiping tears from pains long past, allaying fears of a future uncertain and, in those simple acts of assurance, finding his own comfort and healing. Now he felt so vulnerable and exposed, caught beneath that sympathetic amber gaze.

"Love?" He spoke again, when Hawke had yet to respond. His hand came to rest on Hawke's jaw, his thumb swiping tears he hadn't meant to let fall.

"Sorry, sorry. Maker, I'm such a mess." Hawke muttered and leaned into his touch.

"You're hurting," Anders said. "And that's okay. You don't have to apologize. I just... I wish there was more I could do. Or say... something. Anything."

Hawke leaned forward until his head was on Anders's chest, listening to the sound of his beating heart. It was so comforting he almost forgot that he'd yet to answer him. "This. You're doing enough."

"If you insist," Anders said, pressing a kiss to the top of his head and carding his fingers through his hair. "Do you... want to lay down? It might help..."

"If you want," Hawke murmured.

"Do you?"

Hawke nodded. "Please."

He stepped back but didn't go far, pulling Hawke in close as he sat on the edge of their shared mattress. He swung his legs up and patted the space beside him where Hawke followed and rested his head upon his chest.

"Can you... stroke my hair again?" He asked quietly. "When I was small, Mother would—"

Warm fingers slid into his hair as if they knew, finding the right rhythm with ease, evoking another time.

"My mother, too," Anders murmured, one of the very few times he'd spoken of his past unprompted.

Hawke scooted up a bit within his arms, burying his face into his neck and bringing his hand up to Anders's hair as well. He loosed it from its tie and ran his fingers there, trying to recreate what had once given him solace and safety.

He knew now why he didn't speak of her, why it had to have been difficult, so painful. But he hoped Anders could feel the love behind the gesture, informed by his own Leandra's loving hand, just as Anders shared with him a touch from long past.

Things weren’t alright, may never be, but they had each other and their ghosts for now, and that was enough.

#dragon age 2 #hawke #anders #handers #m!handers #dadwc

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anundyingfidelity · 10 months

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TRUST — Talos

Summary: Barely learning about the Skrulls living among humans, you know deep down Earth is a dangerous place for them. Talos doesn't think the same.

Pairing: Talos x female reader.

Word count: 694.

Notes: Secret Invasion 1x02 spoilers, we're just 3 people watching but still. Mentions of Talos' deceased wife and G'iah.

(I had to do something quick for Talos, yikes. Sorry for the typos or any errors).

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"Have you lost your damn mind?!"

Talos sighed. "That's what Fury said..."

"He's right!"

"Listen, I had to do something. I had the chance to make the call and I did it."

You tried to laugh it off, sipping on your glass of water and putting it back into the sink.

"This is ridiculous."

"What? That we've been looking for a place to call home for three decades?" Talos snapped back.

"No! Of course not- forget it," this was your turn to sigh heavily. "I'm sorry, it's been a wild day... I didn't expect you here. Any of this."

The skrull, in his human form, came closer to you, standing by the kitchen island. He decided to see you after his small discussion with Fury. It wasn't on his plans to tell him his secret that way, but Talos understood his displeasement. So he decided to look for you, even if it was dangerous to come by your place, he still felt the need to see you again. An old friend, if that's what you could call it.

"You're the next person I trust," his voice came hardly as a whisper. You locked eyes with his own, filled with a little hope. Hope that you'd wish you had.

"I'm not Carol Danvers. And I am not Fury, I was barely behind Maria... and she's gone."

Hesitating, Talos reached for your hand, and your skin was soft and warm, as he always remembered. Years passed since you decided to be something. Something that had not worked. You left for SHIELD missions around the world and Talos was busy, either assisting Fury or looking for his own people, and now you knew. You knew why he disappeared sometimes for weeks, months even. Not to mention his daughter, who had a difficult time after her mom passed away. It wasn't going well. Somehow, Talos also had to let go of his now gone wife. Get over the grief, and until today, that was still difficult.

"There has to be something... A peaceful manner to be free, get a new place, or be here- I know it."

A bittersweet smile was on your lips.

"You know, I always admired your courage. And the faith you put on us, humans, because a lot of us lost that already."

Talos shook his head, standing even closer to your figure if it was possible. "No, you don't see what I see on them."

"Talos, humans can't stand each other. People can't tolerate different religions, skin colors, or cultures... You've seen the wars and catastrophes around the globe. We can't stand the solely existence of each other. Do you think they will see you like I do?"

Maybe, just maybe, you were getting in his head. But he was foolish, centuries foolish and he still thought humans and skrulls could co-exist. You waited for Talos to speak, but his words never came out.

"Do you, really, think this beautiful of us?" you asked again.

"I do," he said. "I do because I know you."

He leaned in to press his forehead against yours, and you'd be lying if you say you didn't miss his touch.

"As much as I love to hear that, I'm afraid not everyone is like me..."

A silence embraced both of you, in the loneliness of your kitchen. Suddenly, Talos started to think what could have been. If destiny would have been able to give both of you the chance you needed... Maybe G'iah would be here, with you – as her mother figure – and him like an almost normal family, and not joining the rebellion, risking her life.

"I only ask you to trust me like I trust you," Talos whispered against your lips.

"You're asking way too much... but I can try."

Softly, you caught his lips in a kiss. A kiss you both desired to happen since a long time ago, and you wished it would never end to stay then and there forever. His embrace was too comfortable to escape.

"Just tell me where are you going and I'll follow," you said after pulling away. He smiled, beautifully, exactly how you remembered him.

"Thank you."

#talos x reader #talos x female reader #secret invasion #secret invasion spoilers #secret invasion mcu #talos imagines #marvel imagines #secret invasion fanfic #ben mendelsohn #ben mendelsohn fanfic #marvel fanfiction #marvel fanfics

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moiyume · 1 year

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death is the only end for us — interlude: this is how it begins.

n o t e s: I accidentally posted the interlude one early morning when I was correcting the grammar errors, but I deleted it, sorry. 😵‍💫 I confess I'm rusty, but I'm happy to write again, I you enjoy this story. ❤️

pairing: satoru gojo x fem!reader

sumary: [Y/N] is at a restaurant with her best friend, but she is stuck in her own thoughts when a ghost from her past resurfaces: her former boyfriend, Satoru Gojo, the man who has been searching for her for almost a decade has finally found her.

warnings: angst, description of blood, the reader is intimidated by Satoru, threats, mentions of death, spoilers from the main story.

word count: 3060.

more information about the history: here.

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HUMAN LIFE IS LIKE THE DEW AT DAWN OR A BUBBLE RISING THROUGH WATER. Transitory. But Master Tengen endures unchanged through the centuries like the mountains that never shake, but will remain forever.... well, that's what everyone — including you — believed until that fateful day.

If you close your eyes you see stains and splashes of hot blood on the concrete, the green leaves and the characteristic blue and white uniform of the wizarding college I attended in my youth. If you close your eyes you feel the air missing from your lungs and your heart stop beating, the morning coffee churning in your stomach and rising back up your throat along with the bile, the cold sweat collecting on your forehead and back and armpits. If you close your eyes relive that disaster, that shadow that haunts you in my nightmares.

For that reason you've stopped closing your eyes, because you've stopped living in the past. Or maybe you are just running away, like you ran away that day.

You look outside the glass of the restaurant where you are with your friend Susana, your face is reflected in the glass, but you are able to observe other people walking and stumbling on the small step of the pavement outside. You would like to warn those people who are tripping to pay special attention to that step. You yourself tripped over it many times before you sat down at this table in front of the window and realised it existed. You wonder how many people have seen you stumble and it makes your cheeks ache from the urge to laugh, not because it's funny but because you feel ashamed of the lack of attention you had at the time.

Susana snaps her fingers in front of your face to get your attention, you look at her and her golden eyes are clenched and her blonde eyebrows are so close together you could swear they've turned into a monocle, you smile at her but your strange and suspicious expression is still here. Just now she was telling you about an art exhibition happening tonight and that the artist, the star of the event, is none other than the landlord of the hostel you have recently stayed at.

"What did you say?" You sigh and rest your forehead on the window pane, not looking at Susana, waiting for her to roll her eyes as she explains it all to you again, in the smallest detail, even if you already know what she has to say, her lovely voice is a comfort to your ears and your shaken mind.

"You need to open up to me more, [Y/N]." Susana's unexpected response makes you distressed and uneasy, so you are forced to look at her, and she looks back at you, her once wary gaze now looked worried and weary. "You stand there all melancholy looking at nothing and you don't listen to me or tell me what's going on."

"Does that bother you?" Unconsciously you diverted your attention to the cup on the table, you had forgotten what it was like to have a friend, just as you forgot that you might be nothing more than a mere stranger to this person with you. Just a stranger with whom she travels on business.

"Obviously it bothers me." She slams her hands on the table and moves towards you, but backs away when you step back and sighs. "I mean... It doesn't bother me. But think of me too, do you know how distressing it is to realise that your friend isn't well, but you can't do anything to help her because you don't know what's going on in her head?"

Her words hit your stomach like a punch. You've been in her shoes. That is what you would like to say, yes. However, the skeletons you buried earlier could not be dug up, for you built a foundation on top of them, a concrete tombstone so they would never come out of there. You swallow the things you would really like to speak and hold her hands and look into her worried eyes again.

"There's nothing inside my head." You smile and caress the back of her hands with your thumb. "I'm fine, and I'm sorry for not being thoughtful, I just..." You tilt your head for a moment to think of something, anything that might convince her, but your mind goes blank.

"Just...?"

Susana's voice becomes intelligible for a instant, maybe a second or two, but enough to distract you again. The bell at the entrance of the restaurant tinkles and someone walks through the glass and varnished cedar wood door, however it wasn't just anyone, no. It was someone you knew long ago, one of the skeletons buried and sealed in the foundation of your brain, a colleague, a friend, a love, a ghost, a memory that has aged like wine; attractive and appetizing, with the ability to warp your senses and poison your mind; someone who capable of making you sick and intoxicated just by using their mouth. Susana looked in the direction you were looking and by instinct, you grab her hands, and tape her, distressed. Your heart beats uncompassionately inside your chest and you tremble and fear, fear that he might see you and hear you and recognize your heartbeats, and you know that he might, because he knows you as he knows himself.

"Susana..." You whisper and lower your head, using her body to conceal your figure, "Su-"

"What?" She exclaimed in doubt and you place your index finger over your lips quickly, her expression was confused, however she was no fool not to notice something was wrong, so she lowered her tone. "What happened?"

"My ex boyfriend is here." You speak in between.

"Bullshit! Who? Where is he?" she lifts her head and looks to and fro, indiscreet and direct, like a giant lighthouse in the middle of the sea in a storm. You almost regretted telling her, but it would be even worse if you didn't.

"The tall standard white-haired guy over there." You tilt your chin towards the counter.

"That one?" Susana pointed at a man who should have been old enough to be your father and stared at you in disgust.

Slapping your own forehead you point, this time with your hands together, at the individual one last time. "No, Susana!" You rolled your eyes. "The Japanese! The Japanese guy!"

"AHHH! That guy..." She sighed and laughed nervously, but relieved, and now she wasn't wearing that disgusted expression, on the contrary she looked in awe, much to your dismay. "I always knew you had good taste." She pats you proudly on the shoulder before she could come to her senses. "Wait! That ex?"

"Susana, stop staring!"

You nudge her shoulder and stay low, out of his field of vision, as if it were really possible to be out of his sight. Susana is confused and you wish you could explain in detail why this person posed a threat to her, but your fear of being noticed, if you hadn't already been, was greater than your desire to speak. You open your bag quickly and place a crumpled handful of money on the table next to the cup of cold, untouched coffee, in another occasion you would make a point of asking for the change because your salary wasn't the best, but now to not have to get in line where he is you would rather not have money to eat for the next few weeks.

You get up in a hurry and nod your head to get out of there, but Susana looks at the food on your plate and then at you like a dog that fell off the move, you take a deep breath and turn to leave, and it was like turning around to run into a wall. In front of you was a tall man dressed in expensive clothes, so expensive they must have been worth more than a year's minimum wage salary, you couldn't notice the fancy accessories as your mind collapsed when you realised who was wall in the shape of people. It's him.

You couldn't see his eyes through the dark glasses but the confused expression on his face is quite clear to you, your legs tremble and you take a faltering step back. By reflex you looked at your companion squinting and silently begged her not to do or say anything. You once told her, one of the few things she knows about you, about a boyfriend who didn't handle the breakup well and you've avoided him ever since, and that if he ever showed up, you instructed her to act like you were mere strangers.

"Hello, [Y/N]. Long time no see." Satoru's supposedly friendly words carry the regret of a wretched past, which you both did not come out of unscathed, you feel sorry for him, but your brain, the rational part of you, tells you that neither of you is worthy of pity. Your decisions have led you to this place and you are suffering the consequences of them. "Do I get in the way?" He looked coldly away at the unfinished meal and at Susana, you felt shivers as you watched her lower her head and laugh nervously, he has the ability to intimidate anyone, your friends too.

You've ruined my day, that's what you'd like to shout, but if you did you'd be the crazy one and he'd be the nice guy who accidentally bumped into his ex girlfriend in a restaurant. You swallow your pride and take a deep breath, you make your way around the corridor and pass him, before continuing you hold his arm, you spy his face out of the corner of your eye and let out a breath of air, you and I have a lot to talk about just not here, that's the message you want to get across. You've been hiding for almost a decade, running from the past and the problems that were left behind, and from people especially. This person, in particular.

"Leave her alone." You threaten him, but in a low tone of voice, so only he can hear.

Satoru watches Susana before turning around and coming with you, you don't want him to scare her any more than necessary, you hesitate to go as you don't want to leave her, but after seven years of wandering this lonely world, you knew the time to bury her along with the others would come too. So you cover your face with an empty mask and leave without saying anything to her.

"You didn't say goodbye to your friend." Satoru points to the diner left behind with disdain, he's angry because he thinks you walked in someone you could lean on, and he's not wrong in a way. You knew about his insecurity, his fear of being abandoned, of being without a friend, yet you didn't bother to answer him because it would be a losing battle where you would have to apologise and say there was no one in this world who could replace him, just to soften his big ego, and you wouldn't humiliate yourself or say the words he wants to rip out of you at all costs. "Usually, you are very loud and talkative like a cicada, only now you are not making a peep, you are not freaking out because you failed to hide, you don't even say hello. "

"Please yell at me, just don't be quiet", is what he meant. You grumble and keep walking in silence, it won't make a difference if you shout if he already knows where you are and what you're doing and who you live with. You look up at the evening sky and sigh, there are many people on the street as it is summer in Brazil, the sun is warm but there are remnants of the rain from this morning; the weather was indeed crazy. You walk towards the hotel with your eyes on the ground, afraid of tripping over a step as usually happens when you are with Susana; she is usually the one who tells you where to look and holds you up when you stumble.

Satoru and Susana have a lot in common, they can't read between the lines, they can't see the limits, they want to hear something because they believe there will always be something to be said, but they are there when you stumble to laugh and hold you before you fall. Only there is no comfort in the empty words you will say to them, the past remains, the mistakes and successes we made along the way, the decisions we made, all the consequences of our actions, there is nothing that can be said or done to repair what has been lost. Things are different with Susana because it's the present and she's not attached to things past like he is; although you too would have been upset if your ex boyfriend stabbed you in the back.

You stop and look ahead and across the street is the cheap hostel where Susana and you stayed, there aren't many cars passing by, there are puddles of water on the pavement, the stairs were wet, you remember slipping on it earlier in the week and frown in shame. You plan to take your things and leave without saying anything, it would be better if this loose end was cut off instead of tied up, Susana could continue travelling on her own from now on or who goes home, you have full conviction that her parents will be more reasonable when they know the bad influence is no longer with her and will come and get her or send money. "She'll be fine," you repeat to yourself.

"Why do we stop?" Satoru leans forward and comes face to face with you, you indicate the hotel and he gives an "ah", but before you can keep walking, he grabs your arm and forces you to look into his menacing eyes, now visible as the glasses are slightly down his nose. "Don't try any funny business, or think you can escape."

"I never meant to." You reply with a grim smile, he says nothing, just lets go of your arm and walks away bewildered, it's been many years since you were last this close. "Come on, you've got the Six Eyes, I believe you've honed your technique, heh." You point to your uncovered eyes. "Then there's not much I can do. If you want to keep up with me, that's fine, I don't mind. Just keep your mouth shut while I pack up my stuff."

"I'm staying here." He holds up his hands and you mentally thank him for it, his presence alone was already a nuisance to you, you take the opportunity and leave him talking to himself. "Stay as long as you need."

You stop in the middle of the street and hold the air in my lungs before continuing. You don't say hello to anyone, you passed down the stairs like lightning, not saying a single word and not caring about slipping. Entering the room was a cold shower, you've spent many good nights here and bad nights too. On the messy bed are the two tickets for tonight's exhibition, which Susana and you would go to and where she would explain to you about art. She loves art and dreamed of being an artist before her fingers broke and she could never paint again. Remember how hard it was for her, but you were supportive of each other, you wish you could have healed her fingers when you could, so she could paint again.

You take your things — which were not many — and leave no trace behind, only the smell of the cheap perfume you got for your birthday. Before leaving, you steal a portrait that was on the shelf next to the bed, it belongs to Susana, but you couldn't let it go; without this portrait you wouldn't be able to remember her when you leave.

You feel your cheeks become wet and a tightness in your chest that was familiar as you walk down the stairs. You should have prepared for this moment, you should have been ready to say goodbye, you should have been used to being alone... As soon as you set foot outside the hotel, Satoru looked at you and came running towards you. You feel that he wanted to console you, but backed away when you silently rejected him. You don't want consolation from the person who is tearing everything away from you. He picks up your bag and slung the strap over your shoulder, you stand in an unpleasant silence for a while, until the tears on your face are dried by the cold wind. You stare at him and he's fiddling with his mobile phone or pretending, whatever, it makes no difference to you.

"Why did you come?" You couldn't contain your curiosity. You feel the air suddenly become heavy and his face turns sombre, you've never seen him like this before, you frown and hold on to his blouse with both hands. "What's going on? Why did you come here?" He laughs nervously. "Don't be quiet, you were very talkative just now."

His body is trembling, but it's not the cold that bothers him, whatever he is hiding from you affects him to the extent that it makes him shut up, and Satoru Gojo never shut up, not even when his life was in danger, he laughed and babbled about how strong he was. But now he seems like another person, completely different from the idiot you lived with for three years during high school, an asshole like him doesn't change that easily, he doesn't even mature over the years, he just becomes more haughty. He turns his face towards the floor and bites his lower lip, hesitating to open his beak, your heart racing with distress and you shake him as hard as you can, knocking the glasses off his face. But before you could complain, he opened his mouth to answer you and you didn't know how to react, because it wasn't the answer you expected.

"Suguru Geto is dead."

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Thank you for reading, my angel! <3

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kairiscorner · 9 months

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HIII I love your post!! I love the gabriel ohara x stark reader, could u do one that was related to the post about him being the quite art kid and reader being the popular kid , but also what if it's a timeline of when they where kids to when they started dating as adults

HELLOOOO omg, thank you, though the idea was @binibinileonara's :DD she's glad to hear you liked it though !! AND SURE, I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS !!

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

we'll meet again. — gabriel o'hara x reader

he took in a deep breath, and wished he could just keep it in. because if he opened his mouth now... he'd never shut up about you. it had been, what, about a decade since you guys were in the same batch? 10 years, 7 months, 9 weeks, 12 days, and... about 4 hours, gabriel may be intricate but he's not obsessed, is he? well, the sweating in his palms as he hears your name being called by your friends in your clique in highschool.

'mierdamierdamierdaiwannagohomealreadyfuckkkkkkkk' gabriel's internal voice screamed at him as he felt his forehead beading with sweat, his fingers twitching as he thought of what to tell you. he breathed in deeply again, reminding himself he was an adult now, he could do this. yeah, he could do thi- "hey, you were... gabby, right?"

'DIOSSALVAMEPORFAVOR' he felt a heat overtake his whole body as he stiffly turned around to face you, a forced smile on his face that quivered by the corners of his mouth as he chuckled nervously. "ah, um, yeah, i'm gabriel though, actually, i... ah..." he lost his train of thought as he gawked at you. you... you kept being pretty even after all these years. what did he do to deserve to be remembered by you, him, a nobody in high school whose only friend was his sketchpad and eraser?!

you smiled at him. "right, sorry, gabriel. um, i know you might not remember me, but... i really liked your sketches back then. you know, the ones that used to be pinned on the bulletin board from art class?" "i... i thought everyone hated them. i thought... you hated them because your friends–" "oh, if my friends hated them, then i definitely must've found something beautiful about what you made, i'm not like them in that aspect." you said with a slight chuckle as gabri's face heated up even more.

"o-oh really? well, no wonder you were such a catch back then. um, you're not only so... beautiful, but so... so kind and overwhelmingly sweet, i..." gabri trailed off as he noticed your eyes glimmering at his words. he muttered to himself just how cute you were and apologized that he must've been acting a little weirdly back there. "oh, no! no, don't be sorry. it's... been a while since i've been complimented for my personality. it's refreshing to hear." you said with a grin as gabriel almost fell to his knees right then and there. he made you smile and giggle. his dreams... were coming true.

"can i... see you again sometime? you know, just the two of us toge–" "of course." gabriel said with a big smile, but he slowly reeled himself back and cleared his throat. "i, um, i'd really like that." he said with a soft voice as you asked him for his phone. he gave it to you and you put your number in his contacts. "see you next time, gabri." you said, finally remembering his nickname after he told you his real name.

gabriel clutched his phone as he looked down at his reflection on the black screen. he just... got a date... with you. he nearly fell over and hurled, but he held himself up somehow. man, now he has something to look forward to–and someone... someone to look forward to, finally.

tags !! @binibinileonara @ophanimgold

#gabriel o'hara #gabriel o'hara x reader #gabriel o'hara x you #gabriel o'hara x y/n #gabriel o'hara fluff #spiderman 2099 #atsv #atsv fluff #atsv imagines #atsv x reader #atsv x you #atsv x y/n #spiderman across the spideverse #spiderman across the spideverse x reader #spiderman across the spideverse fluff

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vetusmemoriae · 2 years

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Dark!Morpheus x GN!Reader

Author's note: This is inspired in @notenoughfanficofthis 's post. I was scrolling looking for a yandere Morpheus and found nothing, quite a shame. I'll do my best to use non-gendered terms, but if I have to use, I'll use feminine and masculine without especial regard.

Summary: With Morpheus away, the kingdom came to pieces. Once he's out of his imprisonment he comes to find that not only his kingdom is falling apart, but that his lover is gone.

He waited patiently, and trusted that his many decades- no, centuries ruling over a kingdom was more than enough to gain everyone's trust. When he came out, he found nothing. His kingdom in pieces, and what's worse... his lover was nowhere to find.

'Where are they, Lucienne.' Asked Morpheus, knowing already that they where not in the dream realm.

'They left, my lord, just some decades after you.'

'Mere decades where enough?' Morpheus was as irritated as he has ever been. 'And you didn't stop them?!'

'I tried, sir, but without you there were so many responsibilities and... y/n took advantage of this and left without anyone notice.'

'Has anyone looked for them'

'I would've sent them, but there's no one left...' Morpheus turned around, thinking of where could they be. 'But, lord Morpheus, if I may insist. I may have an idea on how to find them. You know that they love big monuments, they can't be very afar of any big city, that makes our search easier.'

'Yes... of course...' Morpheus looked at his hand with anger at his lost power. 'But I can't do this just now...'

Now with his powers back, he didn't have anything in mind more than y/n. He almost felt guilty: some died, and some others were sent to an endless nightmare that would last as long as he would, just because they got in his way. But finally, he was able to go in search of his lover.

No one has seen him like this before. Yes, they knew how much Morpheus loved Y/n, but this... this sure was another level of madness.

Through his journey, the thing that the King of Dreams cared most was not his realm, but he showed the most deep obsession towards Y/n, in Matthew's words, "He cares for no one or anyone but Y/n and his realm but... he's merciless, it's... scary, more than anything has frighten me. When I told him maybe Y/n wanted to be alone for a while, it costed me every word I could ever say to get out of trouble."

And Y/n got sloppy, and eventually -less than two days-, they fell asleep. Morpheus looked from afar. Just when Y/n noticed they were in a dream, they tried everything to wake up, and when they did, they couldn't believe it: they weren't alone, even if with the pass of time all of their family should be dead, he found another, and another... And he showed an expression Morpheus hasn't seen in a while: pure, utter happiness. Why didn't they look at him that way, what did he do wrong?

Y/n was... happy, and they didn't need a whole kingdom for them, but what the hell did they want then? Morpheus didn't take long to come to Y/n, just when they were alone, they felt an unsettling presence. First, a crow, and they knew they were in trouble.

'Y/n...'

'Morpheus...' In y/n's eyes were not relief, where not happiness of seeing his lover, that was fear. Morpheus knew then something was wrong. They where not to fear him, he would give everything for Y/n, and would do everything for them. 'I'm sorry, I shouldn't have left.'

'No, Y/n, just...' and hope, Y/n looked at Morpheus with hope of not being punished. With a broken heart, the king of dreams got on his knees and took Y/n's hands. 'what did you fear so much about me? Did you not love me as much as I do, that when I come after a century of imprisonment I found you gone, and not the gentle arms of my lover to welcome me? What didn't I give you that the humans did?'

'I wanted to see.' Y/n hugged Morpheus to his surprise. 'I'm so sorry, I'll go with you.'

But Y/n was not relieved or happy; they were trembling in fear, fear they Morpheus would hurt the family that treated them so kindly. Morpheus couldn't feel any more broken. Do they really see him as a ruthless monster? What did he do so wrong that his lover fears him so much?

'You are afraid... why?'

'You know I don't want to lie to you...'

'Then don't. I just... I want your happiness more than mine, you know that.'

'Just... don't hurt them...'

'Who? The humans that treated you as a same, that cared for you?' Y/n just nodded lightly, not knowing what to expect of kind words. 'Oh I won't, my love. I just...' His embrace was now angry, but not at them. 'Why did you leave me? Why? Am I so little to you? Do you not truly love me?'

'I do, Morpheus. I didn't have any lovers while you were gone, even if I wanted to be caressed, if I wanted to hear those "I love you" or had someone care for me. I didn't want anyone, but you. I wanted to see how they live, how they are happier the more difficult their life is, to know why they don't just end their suffering and choose to live... I knew that while you were here I wouldn't be able to come here, because you said it was dangerous.'

'Oh my Y/n please, what did I ever do to you? Am I so hateful to you? Do you fear me so much and think I care so little that I wouldn't give everything for your love? That if you were to live among humans, I wouldn't rather follow you to secure your safety that to imprison you as I have lived?' Y/n stayed silent. 'Do you... feel I imprisoned you?'

'I felt I didn't have freedom, because if something was dangerous, you wouldn't let me be close, and to you everything was dangerous.'

'We will do something, alright, love?' Morpheus stood up and looked at Y/n's eyes. 'You can stay here for as long as you want, with your family, happy. But I will be watching your every move, I will know everything, you will never be alone... and whenever you want, just say my name, and I'll be there. Your family will be safe, you'll have your freedom, and you will eventually know I do not deserve your fear.'

'You will be so kind?'

'Of course, with and for you, always. I just want something in return.'

'And what is this?'

'To stay a little longer by your side right now. I haven't felt your touch for a century, I might need another century just to enjoy your warmth.'

What Y/n didn't know, is that he would notice every look anyone did at them, and he couldn't stand how some looked at them not with kindness, as they deserved, but with either lust or annoyance. Every single one of those ants would meet some of their worst nightmares until not only they stopped, but they went away for good and had fear of going to sleep. And every night, Morpheus and y/n would meet, with their love growing stronger, because even if Morpheus couldn't love any more Y/n, they now where not afraid, they trusted Morpheus... they trusted Morpheus just enough to not see that having no privacy meant no freedom, and that anyone that tried to warn them would eventually go missing or would take back their words.

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Hello! Author here. I hope this is more or less what you expected @notenoughfanficofthis . I didn't want Morpheus to be a straight up "yandere" or something, and it would be pointless for him to not change his mind in some things after he escaped. Ngl, I see y/n here to eventually go back to the dream realm. You know those hcs with Morpheus and Hob where anyone to interrupt them would suddenly move countries and how scary he is when Hob meets Death. Yeah, this fanfics ends in something like that. Cute right?

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I have to say, however bad it gets looking at a Holiday Special list of titles and characters, DC's almost always got SOMETHING there that makes me say "yeah boi!"

For DC's Very Merry Multiverse #1 (2020), it's the fact there's a PREZ RICKARD story.

I know. All things for all folks, people. Hopefully something else catches me as I go. I'm not actually across a lot of the most recent multiverse shenanigans but let's go.

It's a Horrible Life! - Harley Quinn. It's a Wonderful Life retelling for Harley, hopping between universes.

Christmas by Gaslight - Batman. Batman is chasing Eel O'Brien (who just stole a load of toys) and Mr Freeze (who is TRYING to steal the load of toys) and Eel accidentally blows up Victor, causing it to snow across Gotham (and drop toys in the street for all the children of the city).

To Stop the Star-Conqueress! - Teen Justice. I...don't really care about this genderswapped universe, but the concept of Klarienne the Witch Girl keeps making me giggle. Klarienne. KLARIENNE. Anyway the Teen Justice team defeat Starrla doing the space starfish thing. (Also this is VERY mixed up in terms of timeline. How are 'Donald Troy' and 'Laurel Kent' reasonably on the same team? They're based on characters 3 hero generations apart!)

Bizarro Love Holiday - President Superman. This is about the made up holiday "Day of Giving/Day of Receiving", which Bizarro hates as nobody has ever given him a present before. A cute small child decides his characteristic speech patterns are sarcasm and gives him his first present.

Holidays Beyond - Batman Beyond. Terry gets zapped/hallucinates with the bends and does a *sigh* Christmas Carol three ghosts of past, present and future. Dustin Nguyen's baby Bruce is the most adorable thing ever.

Night of the Magi - The League of Shadows. So the League of Shadows is basically a Justice League Dark/Shadowpact lineup? They're out to defend Saturnalia from the Lord of Misrule. Also there's a Ragman origin story in here.

Have Yourself a Bizarro Little Christmas - The Unjustice League of Unamerica. It's SANTA TIME!

Bizarro is trying out Christmas gift giving in Bizarro World but it's not working too well. Then Zanta of the Intergalactic Santa Corps arrives! Zanta is charged with spreading the joy of Christmas...whether people like it or not.

(BTW these elves really need the Elves Union, time to unionise little buddies)

Only, it being Bizarro World, he fails. Sorry, Zanta.

'Twas the Night - Booster Gold. Booster fights Maxwell Lord at his Planet Krypton restaurant (we find out that this was a staged fight to entertain the diners).

Prez Rickard's Magical Sci-Fi Desolate Souls Club Holiday Special - Prez. I'm quietly devastated Beth Ross doesn't appear in this.

Hmmm. I'm...not thrilled at the way Prez is used here in Earth 47? Now being an aficionado of Prez lore, I am able to say that Prez out there selling things on a TV show via performing acts doesn't gel with the original Prez run (where he was all too earnest about solving problems), what I'm going to call the Vertigo Prez universe (where he left the White House and disappeared and became sort of a totem to people), or to the New 52 Prez run (where after being President he became a senator for years/hung around lobbying Congress).

It feels like it's trying to be 70s zany without engaging with ANY of the existing Prez lore. Disappointing.

A Very Lobo Hanukkah - Lobo. Been a while since we had a Lobo story. Lobo's saving the dolphins!

Having now read several decades of 'DC does a Hanukkah story' in the last week, they've definitely evolved over time from 'look at this very base level explanation where we acknowledge not everyone is Christian' to this, which from my understanding is both engaging with traditional texts AND also running around gleefully with an attitude of 'we are allowed to adapt things and tell more complex narratives'. (However I am unsure of whether anyone stopped to think before using the KJV translation of Maccabees here)

#DC Santa read along

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What Could Go Wrong? | Bucky Barnes x Reader

Hi, friends! An anon asked for a "protective Bucky" fic, and I was more than happy to oblige. I do actually have two other fics that kinda have a similar vibe, but I'm a slut for protective Bucky. The other two are Nothing Fucks With My Baby and False Reality.

If you like what you read, throw me a reblog so others can find my stuff 🤗

Warning: reader injury (nothing too serious), blood, male ego

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Bucky leaned against the bar with an empty whiskey glass in hand- a glass you could’ve sworn had been full only minutes ago. “Damn, good thing this event is in house- that’s some expensive hooch you’re guzzling there, Barnes”, you teased, “it’s almost like you’re trying to find an excuse to come check up on me…”

The wink you shot his way made him roll his eyes, but his cheeks turned the slightest shade of pink. To buy himself an extra moment, Bucky took his time examining the lineup of fancy whiskey bottles sitting atop a shelf behind the bar and picked out an especially expensive brand for his next drink.

“I’m not checking up on you, doll. I’m, you know, I’m just- Tony’s got a great stash here. I’m trying to make use of it!” You nudged his shoulder and he nudged you right back, but he knew the jig was up.

“Okay, maybe I was checking on you…” He leaned against your barstool and wrapped at arm protectively around your back, pulling you into his warm embrace, “Sorry. It’s a hard habit to break.” The embarrassment displayed itself quite obviously in Bucky’s downcast eyes and uneasy smile. He couldn’t help but keep an eye on you, even from across the swanky SWORD event.

“Don’t apologize, Buck,” you rested a hand gently on his cheek, “but hey, you don’t have to worry, okay? The hypervigilance can rest tonight. We’re in a room full of the most trusted covert agents in the world- what could go wrong?”

Bucky’s eyes roamed the room full of SWORD agents, appraising everyone as a possible threat. Ever since the fall of SHIELD, Bucky didn’t know how to trust this new agency. Hydra grew- thrived- inside of SHIELD for decades without anyone knowing, and Bucky knew it could happen again.

“No, I know. You’re just up here all alone is all. I thought I should keep you company till Hill comes back”. Once again, Bucky’s lie failed to convince you. You knew he hated you sitting alone at the bar, leaving yourself open to threats from anyone and anything. No matter how many promotions you got or enemies you took down, Bucky couldn’t dilute his worry for your safety. He knew you were a successful, more than competent agent with the skills to defeat anyone in your path, but he couldn’t help but see you as his best girl first.

“Maria will be right back- she just had to call her wife real quick. I promise I’m all good- nothing’s gonna happen to me here”. Bucky narrowed his eyes at you. “Come on, Buck. It really seemed like you and Torres were having a good time over there”, you flicked your eyes in the direction of Joaquin, Sam, and the other SWORD agents who filled their table, “don’t waste your night checking on me every ten minutes”.

Bucky’s intense exterior finally melted, revealing a look of genuine enjoyment. He wore that look around you all the time, but only in the comfort of the private floor you two shared at the compound. To see him so easygoing with a large group warmed your heart, and you weren’t about to let him squander the opportunity to make friends.

“Yeah. Torres is a good kid. I’ll try to relax…”, he grabbed his now-full glass, “holler if you need me?” With a gentle kiss, you agreed to his request. He weaved between the tables of SWORD agents until he reached his seat next to Joaquin, disappearing from your view as he settled in next to his new friend.

Only moments after Bucky took his seat, none other than John Walker took up residence next to you at the bar. His cocky smile and overconfident nature repulsed you instantly, much like it had every other time you interacted with him. But you weren’t the type to back down just because some douchebag entered your space. You remained confidently rooted in place, enjoying your drink, and waiting for Agent Hill to return.

It didn’t take long for Walker to start hitting on you, his complete and utter lack of self-awareness almost making you laugh. He leaned in close and caged you into the bar with his wide shoulders, but his intimidation tactics didn’t work on you. It didn’t matter how many ways he tried, ‘no’ was your only answer.

“Come on, gorgeous”, he begged, “Just leave with me. Let’s get outta here- we can go back to my place…” He attempted to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, but you dodged his calloused fingers. A sharp eye roll accompanied your pointed, “aren’t you married?”. An ugly laugh bellowed from his chest as he leaned in closer, “wow, she’s got an attitude- I like that. But really, babe, don’t you wanna fuck Captain America?”

A sharp scoff pushed its way out of your throat, “You’re not Captain America. You never have been, and you never will be”.

With that, you swiped your martini off the bar and tried to head in Bucky’s direction, but John wasn’t letting you go that easily. “You shut your whore mouth,” John barked as he grabbed you. His strong hand wrapped tightly around your arm, his fingers digging into your flesh. The martini glass in your hand slipped from your grasp, shattering against the marble floor and sending shards of glass spraying against your shins. The alcohol quickly entered your new wounds, sending a sharp stinging sensation into your skin.

Bucky couldn’t seem to stay focused on the conversation at his table. He felt the itch to take a trip to the bar, just to check on his best girl and make sure you were alright. He’d emptied his glass yet again, practically gulping down the expensive whiskey that had absolutely zero effect on him. “Looks like I need a refill, anyone else?” Bucky stood from the table and took Sam’s empty glass in his free hand, happy to have a real excuse to visit you at the bar once more.

As he neared the bar, Bucky picked up on your voice. An air of annoyance colored your words, but he couldn’t imagine you speaking to Maria in such a tone. It was only when he made the final turn around the last table and entered the bar area that he saw what had you so vexed. Maria was nowhere to be found, and John Walker and his smug grin had taken her place. An instant rage burned inside Bucky as he made his way in your direction, but he broke into an all-out sprint when John’s hand locked your arm in a vice grip.

Bucky instantly dropped both glasses, sending even more glass shattering to the ground. “Oh, look out! Your serial killer boyfriend is here to save the day!” John let go of your arm and threw both hands up in a dramatic surrender, “better not touch his precious girl!” Walker touching you without permission made you angry, but his petulant, distasteful comment about Bucky threw you over the edge.

“You better watch your fucking mouth, Walker”, you took a step toward him, glass crunching under your stilettos. Bucky arrived to your aid and put himself between your body and John’s, preventing Walker from getting any closer.

“Go upstairs, baby” Bucky practically begged, but you weren’t going anywhere.

“Yeah, go upstairs,” John laughed, “let the men talk-”

Just then, you lunged at John. One of Bucky’s strong arms wrapped suddenly around your middle, anchoring you in place and protecting you from any retaliation from Walker. “Oh, shit! You almost got me!” a sharp laugh exploded from Walker’s chest as he taunted you, “get control of your woman, Barnes”.

Out of nowhere, a fist connected with John’s strong jaw. Sharp pain radiated through your hand as your knuckles collided with Walker’s extremely punchable face, but you knew better than to show your pain in front of him. “Okay, now I know that hurt you way more than it hurt me, princess”, John reached out to touch you once again, but Bucky shot him a look that could’ve scared the devil himself.

Torres and Sam came running at the sound of trouble, ready to back Bucky up. “Torres, get her out of here”, Bucky handed you off to Joaquin, “Now”. As Torres practically dragged you out of the bar, John called tauntingly after you, “So good seeing you! Great talk!”

“Eat a dick, John!” you hollered back as Joaquin pulled you in the opposite direction. Torres knew how serious it was that another SWORD agent had harassed you, but he couldn’t stop himself from laughing at your rambunctious spirit. He helped you into the elevator and escorted you to the floor you shared with Bucky, hiding his smile all the while.

He watched you struggle to unlock the door, and winced every time he caught a glimpse of your alarmingly swollen knuckles. After witnessing you fail for the third time, he gently offered to unlock the door for you, and you obliged. He flipped on the lights for you and helped you get settled before taking another look at your bloody knuckles.

“This doesn’t look good…I’m gonna go grab you some ice”, he headed for the door, but stopped dead in his tracks before turning back to you with a serious expression. “Let me just say on behalf of every single SWORD agent I’ve ever spoken to: thank you for punching that asshole”.

“Any time, Torres!”

With you safely upstairs, Bucky let his anger take over. “Who the fuck do you think you are?” his voice came out a low snarl, scaring even Sam.

Your drink still lay splattered all over the floor, the alcohol mixing with your blood to form a sickly, red stain against the white marble. Unbridled rage filled every cell in Bucky’s body, his hands shaking with the need to destroy John Walker.

“You can’t scare me, Barnes. I’m a super soldier now, remember?” John threw a cocky eyeroll Bucky’s way, “We’re the same”.

Flashbacks of John mercilessly murdering a Flag Smasher flooded Bucky’s brain. Bucky wasn’t sure how many lives he’d taken as the Winter Soldier, but he knew for certain that it had never been a choice.

“We’re nothing alike-”

“Come on, give it a rest, man,” John retrieved his beer from the bar and took a long swig, “I hit on your girl and now you feel threatened. Relax! What’s wrong with a little friendly competition?”

Bucky’s jaw tensed. He didn’t like seeing other guys throw themselves at you, but never had to worry about you straying. It was the fear in your eyes, the pain John inflicted upon you that threw his bloodlust into overdrive. The image of John’s hand mercilessly gripping your arm sent Bucky flying into a violent rage he'd never felt before. He lunged at John, just like he'd prevented you from doing, with the goal of teaching that smug motherfucker a lesson.

The two men went at each other with tenacity and a clear, bitter hatred. And while John was faster and stronger than he’d ever been, he was no match for the former Winter Soldier. Fueled by the need to keep you safe, Bucky took John out almost effortlessly. The blind fury brought on by John putting hands on you was all Bucky needed to reduce Walker to a bloody pile on the floor. Sam stepped in as John collapsed, stopping Bucky from going any further.

“Hey- okay, okay. He’s down”, Sam’s hand rested firmly on Bucky’s metal shoulder, “He’s down. It’s over. Go check on your girl.”

Bucky took one more step toward John and knelt down near the barely conscious man’s head. In a chillingly calm voice, Bucky delivered a warning, “you ever touch her again, I’ll fucking kill you”. He stared down at the bleeding John Walker and should have been satisfied, but knew such a feeling could only come with the knowledge that you were okay.

He found you in the bedroom the two of you shared, still wearing your fancy cocktail dress. “Baby?” he rushed over and joined you on the bed, his eyes falling immediately to the evidence of Walker’s anger. The purple shape of John’s large hand grew darker by the minute, wrapping around your forearm and illustrating the way he’d manhandled you.

“Oh, sweetheart, it’s already starting to bruise”, Bucky ran a finger lightly over the indigo mark, “does it hurt?”

“Eh, it’s not that bad” you shrugged. “This hurts way more…” you raised your hand and showed Bucky your knuckles, bloodied and swelling from punching a super soldier in the face. He gently took your wounded hand in his and appraised your injury, wincing at the dark blues and purples staring to bloom under your skin.

“It’s really swelling, doll. Let me go get you some ice”. But you informed him that his ‘new BFF, Joaquin’ was already on ice duty, setting a fraction of Bucky’s worry at ease.

“Last thing; let me take a look at your shins. Okay?” Bucky gently draped your legs over his lap and studied the small cuts left behind by the spray of glass. He worried there might be a shard or two embedded deep in your flesh, and took the utmost care to gently check each and every cut for any remaining glass. Satisfied that no glass lay buried in your skin, he made a quick trip to the bathroom for a damp wash cloth and gently cleaned the tiny wounds that carved into your shins. With the excess blood gone, Bucky breathed a sigh of relief. Knowing that they were only superficial injuries and didn’t require stitches allowed him to relax his stiff muscles ever so slightly.

“Well, at least we know they won’t get infected,” you looked at Bucky and waited for him to laugh, but all he could do was cock his head at you. “Cause of the alcohol! My martini came in handy!” Bucky rolled his eyes but finally cracked a smile, unable to resist your dorky joke.

“Hey, how long was Walker bothering you? I could’ve come put him in his place sooner-why didn’t you call me over?” The awkward smile you shot his way told Bucky everything he needed to know. “Baaaaaaby,” he groaned, “when someone is harassing you- especially a coworker- you’re not going to bother me by asking for my help. Okay? You’re never a bother.”

You shrugged, “you were having a good time, though. I haven’t seen you so happy in a social setting in…ever. I just wanted you to have fun- it didn’t seem like something worth ruining your night over…plus, I didn’t think it would escalate that much”.

Any semblance of levity vanished from Bucky’s face as he once again thought back on the gruesome murder John committed. “Well, you didn’t ruin my night- he did. Walker is dangerous, doll. He can’t be trusted. He grabbed you tonight- probably would’ve done more if-”

It was easy for you to see how carried away Bucky was getting, how his anxiety was forcing him into yet another spiral. Images of John murdering a Flag Smasher flashed rapidly behind Bucky’s eyelids, and he couldn’t stop himself from imagining you as Walker’s next victim.

“Okay, okay- hey. You’re right. I’m sorry,” you assured him, “if he ever comes near me or tries to mess with me again, I’ll tell you.” Bucky pressed a long kiss to your forehead and breathed a sigh of relief that he was still able to do so.

“I saw him kill that guy, doll. He murdered someone in cold blood. The guy is unstable-“

A knock at the door set Bucky on high alert. He was fully prepared to see John Walker appear and come for his revenge, but it was Torres who sheepishly opened the door. He presented you with a large bag of ice carefully wrapped in a kitchen towel, “how’s it feeling?” You gave him a shrug and a “probably hurts less than Walker’s face” before accepting the ice and thanking him ten times over. Bucky extended a hand to Joaquin, “I really appreciate you getting her out of there, Torres. And if you ever see Walker around her again, you tell me. Okay?” Joaquin swore up and down to alert Bucky at the first sign of trouble before wishing you a gentle “get well soon”.

Bucky held the ice in position atop your swollen, bloody knuckles, prompting a sharp hiss from your lips. As the cold made contact with your bruised hand, you could’ve sworn that the throbbing pain almost doubled. Bucky checked in on your pain level again and again until the ice finally had your hand completely numb, much to your relief.

“Hey, doll…quick question” Bucky said after a long silence, “why did you try to fight Walker? You know he’s got the super solider serum flowing through his veins now, right?” He stared at you with narrowed eyes, a small smile angling his full lips upwards ever so slightly. He’d always known that you were hard-headed and feisty, but never expected you’d have the moxy to fight a super soldier.

“Because he deserved it! I don’t care about the serum- I’ve got spite and three espresso martinis flowing through my veins”, you flexed your biceps at him, “I think I could’ve taken him, honestly. I’ll fight Bruce Banner, I’ll fight Thor. I don’t give a fuck”. Bucky simply laughed and shook his head, making a mental note to make sure neither Bruce nor Thor ever pissed you off. “But seriously, Buck, thanks for kicking Walker’s ass for me”, you leaned against his strong form and let out a laugh, “it’s every girl’s dream”.

Bucky’s brow furrowed at your comment. “What do you mean? We didn’t fight- we, uh, we actually just had a talk. I’m not that guy anymore, doll. I don’t resort to violence when I-” With your non-injured hand, you grabbed Bucky’s vibranium arm and showed him the evidence of his fight with john. Tiny drops of dried blood spattered the shiny surface and sat nestled in the grooves between the metal plates. Bucky cringed. “Buck, you don’t have to be embarrassed or ashamed- this wasn’t senseless violence against an innocent person. This violence made a lot of sense and Walker absolutely deserved it”. Bucky nodded, but you could still see evidence of shame eating away at him bit by bit. “Don’t feel guilty, okay? You can be sure as shit that he doesn’t feel an ounce of remorse for hurting me”.

After considering your point, Bucky almost regretted letting Sam stop him from killing Walker. He felt the burning rage rising in his chest once again, but his concern for you took first priority. “Hey, let me help you get ready for bed, okay? There’s a chance that hand of yours is broken, and I think you might have some trouble getting all the pins out of your hair by yourself”. Instantly, you accepted Bucky’s kind offer.

After the tumultuous night you’d had, Bucky feared causing you even the slightest fraction of pain or discomfort. As cautiously as he could, he fished every last bobby pin from your hair, careful not to pull it or tangle it in any way. He gently brushed it out and tied your long strands into his best attempt at the braid you wore to bed each night.

He removed your make up and helped you out of your dress, replacing the fancy garment with one of his henleys. With Bucky’s help, you climbed into bed, grateful to finally rest after the long and exhausting night. He served you a few Tylenol and wrapped the sheets around you, positioning the blankets just the way you liked. He quickly ditched his fancy clothes and cleaned Walker’s blood off his arm before getting ready for bed and climbing in next to you. You rested your head on his chest like you did every night, ready to fall asleep in the comfort and safety of Bucky’s arms.

“Thank you for everything you did tonight…” you yawned, “you’re so good to me, Buck”. He couldn’t help but smile to himself. Bucky flicked off his bedside lamp and plunged the room into darkness before leaning down ever so slightly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Of course, doll,” he whispered into the dark, “I’d do anything for you".

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