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spdrwdw · 6 months

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Pairing: 1042 Miguel X f!reader Warnings: 18+ (Minors DNI) fluff, smut, food play (Is that a term?), Miguel has a weird kink ( it is still kinktober, after all), oral-m/f receiving, slight breeding kink, unprotected intercourse, no use of y/n Summary: Miguel seems to have a sweet tooth. Not only for the birthday cake you are making for Gabriella's birthday, but also for you. Word Count: 2018 A/N: Thank you to @phoenixflower468 who requested some earth 1042 Miguel content! I will continue working on my other requests. Thank you to those who submitted requests to help my writer's block! ALSO; if you'd like to be tagged for my future fics, please let me know! No translations at the end. I figured most of Miguel fic readers already know some of the Spanish pet names and phrases used by now, lmao Check out more of my work on my Masterlist

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Tomorrow was Gabriella’s birthday and you were scrambling getting the cake finished. It was already eleven at night and you were covered in flour and frosting. Or was it icing? You could never tell them apart. Anyway, you were decorating the cake when you heard footsteps coming down from the stairs.

You quickly paused what you were doing, trying to hear the footsteps. They were too heavy to be Gabriella’s. Miguel was coming downstairs to check on your progress.

“Miguel. Mi amor, I thought you were sleeping already,” You spoke softly as he made his way into the kitchen, taking a seat on the stool across from you.

“I miss you,” he pouted. God. He was too adorable. He was six foot nine of pure muscle and dad bod and yet he was the most adorable thing in the world. Besides Gabriella, of course.

“Lo siento, Miguel. I’m just trying to get this cake finished,” You apologized as you went back to work. Thankfully, those baking lessons you took back in college were finally paying off. The cake didn’t look half bad at all.

“Why are you making a cake rather than just buying one?” He asked as he took a bit of leftover frosting..or was it icing..and licked it from his finger. You couldn’t help but to bite your lip at the sight. The simplest things this man did made you go feral. It just wasn’t fair.

He noticed your expression and smirked. Oh, he was such a bastard!

“What?” You asked, narrowing your eyes at him.

He simply contained the smirk on his face and grabbed more of the frosting onto his finger and opened his mouth, tongue sticking out slightly before slipping his finger in, letting out a moan.

You crossed your arms over your chest, trying to keep your composure.

“I still need that, you know?”

Miguel chuckled and shrugged. “You know how I get around sweets, querida. I have such a sweet tooth.”

You simply gave him a look before grabbing your things and went back to decorating the cake.

“Yes well, that sweet tooth of yours is going to have to hold off until tomorrow, Miguel. I can’t have you messing this up,” you grumbled, trying to concentrate on your work. You were almost done.

As you tried to concentrate on drawing up some flowers, you could feel Miguel’s strong arms wrapping around your waist, his chin resting against your shoulder as he watched you work.

“You’re doing amazing,” he complimented, placing a kiss on your cheek. You knew what he was trying to do. He was trying to get you distracted.

“Thank you, mi amor,” you hummed, trying to not let him get to you. At least, not until you were finished with Gabri’s cake.

Surprisingly, he was actually behaving, watching you in admiration as you finished up the cake for your daughter.

“Looks perfect,” he hummed as you nodded your head in approval, marveling at your work.

“It does, doesn’t it?” You smiled, glancing over at him before pecking his cheek.

“Mind putting it in the fridge while I clean up?”

Miguel nodded his head and did as he was told before an idea popped into his head and he glanced over at you.

“Take the frosting upstairs with you,” he said, causing you to raise a brow.

“What? Why?” You asked as you continued to clean the kitchen island.

“I want to try something,” he stated.

“Try what?” You pressed, curious as to why Miguel wanted to take the leftover frosting upstairs.

“Just..I’ll show you when we get up there. Come on, mi vida. It’s getting late.”

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“What on earth? Miguel!” You gasped as you now laid completely naked in bed, with your hands tied above your head. It was to prevent you from stopping Miguel and his shenanigans.

Miguel shushed you as he squirted some frosting out of the piping bag and onto the bottom of your navel, leading a trail all the way down to your pubic bone.

“I told you I had a sweet tooth, mi vida,” he chuckled before he began licking the frosting off of you.

Your body twitched a bit and you tried to fight back a moan. You had to keep quiet. You didn’t want Gabriella to wake up.

“And you thought this would be a good way to ease your sweet tooth?” You questioned as Miguel began to coat your breasts with the frosting before taking a breast into his mouth, licking and sucking off the sweetness, swirling his tongue around your nipple and tugging at it before doing the same with the other breast. You couldn’t conceal your moans any longer.

“M-Miguel..please..” you breathed.

“Hmm? Please what?” Miguel asked, a smirk on his lips.

“You’re making me all sticky,” you pouted.

“Don’t worry, I’ll wash it off of you later,” he continued to smirk before taking hold of your chin and ordered you to open your mouth. You did as he said, and he squeezed some frosting into your mouth, keeping it along your tongue before he kissed you, slipping his tongue into your mouth to catch the sweetness.

“Mmm, tastes so much better coming from the pretty mouth of yours,” he moaned, licking his lips.

“Alright well, don’t be greedy. Let me in on some of that, too,” you stated.

Miguel chuckled and freed your hands before he began to take off his own clothes. Geez, how did you get so lucky to have a man like him as your husband and father of your child?

Miguel then laid down on the bed as you straddled his waist and saw him open his mouth, tongue hanging out as he waited for you to squirt some frosting onto his tongue. You did just that, shaking your head before leaning down and kissed him hard, all teeth and tongue as you tasted the sweetness in his mouth.

In no time at all, you were both sticky and smelling sweet. The piping bag was now discarded somewhere on the bed, and you were now sitting on his face. Honestly, it was the best seat in the house, if you had anything to say about it.

Miguel was eating you out as if your pussy was the sweetest thing on earth. Tongue slobbering over your folds, teeth nipping at your clit, and long fingers curled into you, hitting you at just the right spot, making you see stars. You couldn’t help but to grind against his face. Miguel could take it, though. He was sturdy.

You tried to cover your mouth to muffle your moans, your other hand stroking his meaty cock. You could feel the veins twitching as your wedding band rubbed against them. Leaning over, you finally took him into your mouth, slowly, of course. You could feel his moan vibrating through you as he continued to eat your pussy, causing you to moan out around his cock in response. After taking in as much of Miguel’s cock as you could, you began bobbing your head, the tip hitting the back of your throat every time.

It wasn’t long until you felt him twitching in your mouth, and you doubled down on your efforts, pumping him with one hand, and gripping his balls with the other as you continued bobbing your head.

You felt his tongue assaulting your pussy, running through your bundle of nerves while his fingers curled up and rubbed against that spot that made you see stars.

In no time at all, you were orgasming into each other’s mouths, and you didn’t dare to waste a single drop of him.

Before you could even blink, Miguel picked you up and flipped you over, pinning you down onto the bed, lining himself between you and rammed his cock into your soaked pussy.

“Oh! Miguel!” You gasped as he pounded into you. The wet, sticky sounds of skin hitting against skin bounced off the walls, filled with the harmony of yours’ and Miguel’s moans.

“You feel so good, mi amor. So fucking good,” Miguel groaned through gritted teeth.

“Kinda makes me wanna put another baby in you. Think that’d be okay?” He grunted. The thought of filling you up and getting you pregnant with another baby made his cock twitch inside of you.

Eh, the conversation of having another child did come up every now and then, and..yeah, why not? Gabriella deserved a sibling.

“M-Miguel..” You breathed, your mind going fuzzy as you tilted your head back against the pillows.

“Qué pasa, amor?” He cooed once he leaned over and pecked you on the cheek, his pace still brutal. You were so close to your orgasm, you gritted your teeth.

“Can’t handle my cock? Hmm? Is my pretty wife gonna cum?” He continued to coo, pivoting his hips against you in a more snapping manner.

“Cum over my cock, mi amor.”

And you did. Because when he commands you to do something such as this, you do it, gladly.

“That’a girl,” Miguel groaned, his thrusts getting sloppy as he reached his limit and came, coating your walls with his seed, filling you up just how you loved it.

Once he was finished, Miguel slowly pulled out of you and laid on top of you, however, didn’t put all his weight on you cuz, the man is huge.

Miguel rested his head over your shoulder as you both caught your breath. Your arms wrapped around him, pulling him closer before kissing his cheek. You just loved him so much. He was a great husband, and a wonderful father. The best person you could ever imagine having as your life partner.

“You alright?” He then asked, a cheeky smile on his face as he gently rubbed your back.

“I’m fine, Miguel,” You giggled softly before kissing him sweetly just as you heard something coming from the hallway. Your eyes suddenly went wide.

Gabriella.

The bedroom door opened as you both scrambled to get your naked bodies under the covers.

Gabriella slowly stepped in, rubbing her sleepy little eyes as she held her stuffed bunny in one hand.

“Mamá? Papá?” She muttered.

“¿Qué pasa, mija?” Miguel asked softly as Gabriella stepped further inside.

“I can’t sleep,” she said, looking up at the both of you.

“Oh, Gabri. Do you want to sleep here with us?” You asked her, and she quickly nodded her head.

“Okay, go grab your blankie and your pillow.”

She then smiled and nodded her head before walking out of the room, and you and Miguel both bolted to the dresser and closet to grab some clothes and a quick change of sheets.

As you fixed up the bed, Miguel as in the bathroom getting himself cleaned up, and then you stepped into the bathroom to do the same just as Gabriella came back in, holding her bunny, blankie and pillow. She climbed onto the clean bed just as you both made your way back out of the bathroom. Miguel closed the door and turned off the lights and joined you two, wrapping his arms around Gabriella.

“Feel better, mija?” You asked with a smile and Gabriella nodded her head, grinning.

“Yeah! I kept hearing these weird sounds and I couldn’t sleep,” she said, causing you and Miguel to look at each other with slight embarrassment.

“I’m sorry, Gabri. Hopefully you won’t hear them again,” you told her, gently stroking her hair as she snuggled up against you. You noticed Miguel pouting over at you, to which you rolled your eyes and smirked at him.

“Let’s get some sleep. It’s your big day tomorrow,” you reminded her, kissing her cheeks as she giggled, nodding her head.

“Good night, ladies,” Miguel said, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you and Gabriella closer to him, having your daughter sandwiched in the middle; which she loved.

“Night night, papà,” Gabriella giggled.

“Goodnight, Miguel,” you smiled over at him and leaned over to give him a goodnight kiss, still being able to taste the frosting on his lips.

Perhaps you had a bit of a sweet tooth as well.

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bossbtch1 · 6 months

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Against All Odds part 2

The GIFs are not mine; credit goes to the respective artist/creator.

Summary : After the ‘incident’ on the gym with Bucky, now you had left with some unanswered questions about your relationship with him. You decided to confront him about it.

Pairing : Bucky Barnes x Reader (No mentions of body type or ethnicity other than the reader being female)

General tags : Slight smut and pure angst

TW: Strong language, Masturbation (f), Hurt, Heavy angst, Bucky an asshole

Word Count: 7k

A/N : Hey there! Guess who's back? This is the long-awaited Part 2. My apologies for the delay; I've revised the plot about three times to ensure its genuinely angsty. It's about to get tougher before it gets better! Get ready for the emotional rollercoaster!

Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3

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These are the aesthetic for part 2 (solely for visual representation of what going to happen on the story, this meant no representation for body type or ethnicity)

You were panicking as someone could see you in such state, strangely, Bucky seemed unfazed, his expression steady despite the unexpected interruption. Then, your heart skipped a beat as the doorknob turned.

The person outside attempted to open the door, but they couldn’t. Relief flooded you, thank God Bucky had locked the door. "Is someone in here? You know you can’t lock the door," the voice outside the room chastised, followed by insistent knocks.

"Fuck." Bucky muttered, frustration etched on his face. "Who's interrupting us now?" He released you from his embrace, standing up abruptly. "We need to leave." His hand found yours, offering support as he helped you to your feet.

Your legs felt wobbly, but Bucky steadied you as he handed over your clothes. "Here," he said, helping you slip into them. "Put these on."

Bucky was about to pulled up his pants, when he saw your panties in his hand. A mischievous smile formed on his lips. "Hold still."

Confused, you questioned, "What are you doing?"

He playfully stuffed your panties into his pocket. "I'm keeping these as a little souvenir."

"You can't just take those!" you protested, your face flushing with embarrassment.

Bucky simply shrugged, his expression unapologetic. "Sure, I can," he said, enjoying the playful banter despite the urgency of the situation.

Before you could retort, the voice from outside grew more impatient. "Hey! I can hear you in there. I'm coming in if you don't answer me," it warned, the threat clear in its tone.

Bucky's expression changed, growing serious as the sound of keys jiggling reached his ears. With a swift nod, you both understood it was time to make your escape.

"We have to go. Now." He said, ushering you towards the other exit, his arm protectively wrapping around you. "Just keep quiet."

You finished putting your clothes back on. Bucky held onto you as he walked across the room, looking for your shoes. You were about to put on your shoes, when you heard the same person call out. You could hear he was picking keys to opened the door.

Bucky glanced over at the door. "He’s going see us. We should go."

But you halted his hasty retreat, pulling him back toward you. "Bucky, wait," you said, you blushed. "I don't think I can walk." You admitted.

He grinned, a look of pure male satisfaction on his face. "Here hop on," he turned his back to you. "I'll give you a piggyback ride."

"What? No, that's embarrassing." you protested, even though you really did need help walking. You felt stupid for feeling so excited, but the thought of being carried by him, made your stomach flutter.

Bucky was persistent. "C'mon, I’ll carry you." he motioned for you to climb onto his back.

"Bucky... I don’t know...," You argued, blushing as you looked down at the ground.

"Oh, please." Bucky scoffed. "I can bench press 500 pounds without breaking a sweat. You weigh nothing to me." He reassured you, his arms outstretched as he bent down.

"Fine," you gave in. You wrapped your arms around his neck and hopped onto his back. Bucky hoisted you up, wrapping his hands underneath your thighs. "This is kind of weird."

"You better hold on tight." He grabbed your shoes with him and went to the back door. "Ready?"

“Yeah.” You tightened your arms around him.

Then you remember, "Wait! I haven't got my phone. It's still on the floor." You protested.

Bucky groaned in exasperation. "You know, that's what's going to get us caught."

"Yes, but then they’ll know it was me in here. Turn around and grab my phone.” You ordered him. He did as you told him even though he wasn’t happy about it, gabbing your phone from the floor.

Bucky started walking towards the door. The sound of keys were being turned, it looked like he found the key. "Hurry, Buck!" You said to him.

"Don't worry, I'll get us out of here."

He pushed the door open and stepped out. You had made it halfway through the alleyway when you saw someone coming. "Shit, run."

Bucky bolted down the alley, with you holding onto him. You both were safe until you reached the elevator, and then you could relax. Once you inside the elevator, Bucky kept you perched on his back. He refused to let you go until the doors closed.

Are we good now?" you asked, your voice still tinged with the adrenaline from the escape.

"Yes," Bucky answered. "We're good now."

"You can put me down now, Bucky." You suggested.

"You sure?" He looked back at you. "You're not as heavy as I thought."

"Gee, thanks," you muttered sarcastically, rolling your eyes at his attempt to lighten the mood.

He chuckled softly as he carefully lowered you to the ground. You reached up and felt how your hair had become all tangled. Your lips were swollen from his kisses. And you couldn't even begin to imagine what your eyes looked like.

"Thanks for the ride," you said, a weary smile gracing your lips as you recalled the unconventional piggyback escape.

"Anytime, doll," Bucky responded with a hint of amusement, his relief palpable.

You smoothed out your clothes and fixed your hair. You leaned against the wall, catching your breath.

"Hey," Bucky said, his voice softening as he placed a hand on your shoulder, his eyes searching yours. "Are you okay?"

You offered a reassuring smile. "Yeah, I'm fine." However, curiosity crept into your voice, "But earlier, when we were... interrupted. Who was it?"

Bucky hesitated before admitting, "No one, I was just messing with you."

A wave of relief washed over you upon hearing his words. You stood next to each other, neither one of you saying a word. The air between you was heavy, but not uncomfortably so. You were glad you had finally slept with him. You had wanted it for a while now, but he was so hard to read.

You wondered what happened now. Would things be awkward between the two of you? Would he pretend like nothing happened?

You were about to break the silence when the elevator door slid open, interrupting your thoughts.

"After you," Bucky said, offering a gallant gesture, indicating for you to exit first.

"Thank you," you replied, stepping out of the elevator. Bucky followed you, and you both began your walk down the corridor in the direction of your room.

In the midst of the silence, Bucky took a deep breath, as if mustering the words he wanted to say. "Listen, Y/N."

You turned to him. "Yes?" you responded, ready for the conversation you knew was coming.

However, as Bucky was about to speak, Steve entered the compound, heading down the same hallway toward both of you. A twinge of frustration shot through you as you silently cursed Steve for his untimely intrusion, just when the conversation appeared ready to take a more serious turn.

You couldn't help but wonder, 'What is he doing here?' as your irritation simmered beneath the surface.

"Y/N, about—" Bucky started again, his words cut off as you held up a hand.

"Hold that thought," you interrupted him, your gaze fixated down the hall where Steve was approaching.

"What's wrong?"

"Steve's coming," you replied, your irritation evident. The interruption was untimely, and you couldn't help but feel a pang of annoyance at the universe's sense of timing.

Bucky followed your gaze, and his face fell as soon as he saw his friend. "Fuck," he cursed under his breath.

You both watched as Steve drew nearer, his pace slowing down as he approached you and Bucky. "Hi, Buck," Steve greeted his friend, patting him on the shoulder. His eyes narrowed in suspicion as he glanced over at you, then back at Bucky. “I thought you left hours ago."

"I did, but I had some stuff to take care of," Bucky replied swiftly, his expression unreadable. You sensed an immediate shift in Bucky's demeanor, a return to his cold, distant self in the presence of his friend.

You were about to question Steve's unexpected presence, considering he was supposed to be on a mission with the rest of the team. However, Bucky voiced the query before you could. "Has the mission ended? Where’s everyone?"

Steve nodded, his expression serious. "It hasn't, but I had to drop something off, and I'll be heading out again soon," he explained. "Mostly things had been wrapped up, just one last loose end."

"Alright, good to hear," Bucky said, acknowledging the update.

Steve's brows knitted together, his lips curving into a frown. "You look a little disheveled. What were you doing?" he asked, his suspicion evident in his tone.

"We were training," you chimed in, your voice steady, a lie slipping from your lips without hesitation. The lie rolled off your tongue with ease, and technically, it wasn't entirely false – you and Bucky had indeed been ‘sparring’ earlier.

"Oh, I see." Steve nodded, seeming satisfied with your explanation. "I'm glad you're getting some one-on-one time.”

"It was a pretty intense session," Bucky replied, his tone flat, his eyes avoiding Steve's scrutinizing gaze. You couldn't help but conceal a smile; indeed, it had been an incredibly intense workout, but not in the way Steve was imagining.

Steve raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. "Well, alright. As long as it was a good workout," he said, his tone carrying a hint of suspicion, although he ultimately seemed to dismiss his concerns, not pressing further.

Steve then turned his attention to you, his expression laden with guilt. "Y/N, about the mission..." He hesitated, clearly burdened by a sense of responsibility, though you knew all too well there was nothing he could have done differently.

Your patience wore thin, not this again, you thought, feeling your mood sour. "It's okay, Steve," you said, your tone carrying a hint of annoyance. "I know it wasn't your fault."

Steve managed a smile, though the unease lingered in his eyes. "Thanks, but I still feel responsible."

"Drop it, Steve. It really wasn't your fault," you insisted, your tone firm.

Sensing the conversation wasn't going anywhere productive, you decided to retreat to your room, especially now that Bucky seemed to have reverted to his usual self and showed no intention of continuing the discussion you'd been having.

"Well, I guess I should get going. See ya later," you said, offering a half-hearted wave before making your exit. As you walked away, a sense of disappointment settled in your chest.

You could barely walk, your thighs aching as you began to walked away. Unbeknownst to you, Steve's eyes followed your limping form, "What the hell happened to her?" he wondered aloud, his concern evident. You blushed deeply, hastening your pace in an attempt to avoid further scrutiny.

Overhearing Steve's question, Bucky replied, his tone nonchalant, "Don't know."

Once you made it to your room, you sighed in relief as you closed the door behind you. You flopped down on the bed, burying your face in the pillow.

"I can't believe we just had sex in the gym," you mumbled to yourself, your voice muffled by the soft fabric of the pillow. Replaying the events in your head, you couldn't help but wonder about Bucky's behavior. "Why does he act differently around the team and then like this with me? What's his problem? Does he want me, or does he not want to be seen with me? Is he ashamed of me?"

You're worried that the whole "fuck and don't talk" thing is going to be the new thing. You couldn't help but wish it wouldn't happened in the future. It was great sex, but it would be even greater if there were actual feelings involved.

"What do I do?" You asked the pillow, knowing the inanimate object wouldn't respond. Exhausted from both the training session and your ‘sparring’ with Bucky was tiring you even more, you decided to take a nap, planning to contemplate your next steps once you had some rest.

The nap was short-lived when a soft knock echoed through the room. You rolled over in bed, and then you heard, "Y/N, are you asleep?" Wanda's gentle voice seeped through the door, causing you to frown as you sat up.

Recognizing it was Wanda, you got up from your bed and opened the door. "Oh, sorry, you were indeed asleep," she remarked, noticing your hair messed up. "I apologize for waking you up."

"I wanted your help," she said, her fingers fidgeting as she sat on the edge of your bed. "Vision's birthday is in two days," she explained, leaving you wondering how this concerned you. "And I want to give him something nice."

You let her finish, nodding in understanding. "I want to buy him this present, but I'm embarrassed," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

You furrowed your brow, trying to grasp her dilemma. "Embarrassed?" you prodded, waiting for her to elaborate.

"I've never been to a sex store, I've never bought... you know... that sort of thing before. I thought if you could help me, it would be a bit less awkward," Wanda confessed, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

You were taken aback by her request, feeling both bewildered and unsure how to respond. "A sex store?"

She blushed deeper, her words tumbling out in a rush, "Well, Vision and I have been experimenting, and we've tried a lot of things. There's something new I want to try-"

"Wait, wait, wait," you interrupted, raising your hand to stop her. "I don't want to know any details.” You put a hand on her shoulder. "What you do with Vis is your business, and I'm glad that you're both happy."

You continued, your confusion apparent, "Wanda, why are you asking me to help you? Why don't you ask Natasha?" You hesitated, admitting your own unease about the situation. The idea of going to a sex store was equally embarrassing to you.

"I trust you," Wanda said earnestly. "I love Natasha, but sometimes she's too wild, you know? She'd probably buy me something that would end up on the Pornhub." Her reasoning made sense, and you recalled Natasha's tendency to be overly candid about her sex life.

"Besides," she added, "Natasha's on a mission, and she won't be back in time. By the time she and Vision return, it'll be too late." Her plea was both desperate and hopeful, and you couldn't help but empathize with her situation.

"Why can't you just go alone?” You inquired, trying to grasp her hesitation.

"It’s too embarrassing.” Wanda admitted, her eyes dropping to her lap. "People recognize me, and I'm worried about what they'll say, what they'll think." She hesitated before continuing, "I mean, people don't recognize you."

Ouch that hurt, but you knew what she meant.

Wanda quickly realized her blunder. "Y/N, I'm so, so sorry. I-I didn't mean it like that. You had a mask with your costume, and your name is a secret, so... I'm just nervous. I'm sorry," she apologized, her tone filled with regret.

You chuckled, attempting to lighten the mood. "It's fine, I get what you mean," you reassured her, rubbing the back of your neck. "I don't like the idea of people recognizing me either."

There was a brief pause as you considered her request. "Um... I don't know, Wanda. It's not really my area," you said, hesitant about getting involved in such a personal matter.

"Please, Y/N. It would really mean a lot to me. I'm nervous about going by myself. I've never bought these kinds of things," Wanda pleaded.

You were about to decline her request when she dropped a bombshell. "I wasn't going to use this on you, but you leave me no choice," she said, her tone taking a sly turn.

"Uh, okay? What did you see?" you asked, frowning in confusion.

"You and Bucky," she smirked, her eyes twinkling mischievously. "I know all about the secret affair."

Your heart skipped a beat as you heard her words. Trying to maintain your composure, you feigned innocence. "What secret affair?" you responded, your cheeks burning with embarrassment.

Wanda continued to wear that knowing smirk. "I saw you and Bucky in the gym," she added, not letting you off the hook.

You swallowed hard, feeling your pulse quicken. "Oh, we were just sparring," you said, attempting to provide a reasonable explanation, though your voice sounded weaker than you had hoped.

Wanda gave you a look that said, 'Yeah, right.' "Sure, you were.” She continued to smirk, “If by mean sparring involving his tongue down your throat and his dick in you.”

Your eyes widened, and you stammered, "Wh-what?” Trying to play it off coolly, you added, “You must be mistaken. We didn't..."

Wanda chuckled, her amusement evident. “Don't lie to me. Bucky's eyes met mine." She teased, her playful demeanor breaking the tension in the room. She continued, "and you, my friend, looked so fucking hot."

You blushed harder, but you felt a bit proud, "Well, you can't blame me. Bucky's so hot and so damn sexy, he can make any girl go weak in the knees."

You shook your head, trying to clear your thoughts, focusing on the more pressing issue at hand. "But seriously, how did you see us? Why aren't you on the mission? But Bucky said no one else entered the gym today." A flicker of confusion crossed your face as you recalled the locked door. "How did you even get in?"

Wanda chuckled, her amusement undeniably genuine. "Relax, you're like a storm of questions. Let me break it down for you." She leaned in conspiratorially, her eyes glinting with mischief. "First, the mission? Turns out, I'm a bit too unpredictable for Tony's taste. He thinks my powers might mess up the plan. So, here I am, stuck in the compound."

You couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at Tony Stark's cautious approach. Your sympathy for her situation grew.

"And about the gym door," she continued, her tone casual, "well, that's where my power come in handy. I can open any door with a wave of my hand and step right in, undetected."

"I'm sorry," you said sincerely. "About the mission, I mean. I couldn't go either. Maybe that makes you feel a bit better."

Wanda offered you a warm and forgiving smile. "No need to apologize," she said, dismissing your apology with a wave of her hand. Leaning in closer, her tone took on a mischievous edge. "Now, let me continue," she said with a sly grin. "I was getting ready for my gym session earlier, and then I heard some interesting sounds coming from this room. I peeked in, saw you and Bucky having a heated argument, and I was about to step in."

You squirmed in your seat, mortified by her revelation.

Wanda continued with a sly grin, relishing the opportunity to tease you. "And then... he kissed you," she said, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "and I instantly knew things were about to get intense. It was quite the show by the way,"

Your face turned various shades of red as you tried to process her unexpected presence during such an intimate moment.

She chuckled, her tone playful. "But here's the kicker, after Bucky noticed me, he didn't bother slowing down. He kept on kissing into you, while he was looking at me. That's when I decided it was my cue to make a graceful exit.”

You were taken aback by that revelation. "Wait so you only saw us kissing? You didn't see what happened next?" you asked.

Wanda raised an eyebrow and nodded. "That's right, just the kissing. But the way you were moaning, I had a pretty good idea of where things were headed."

You hid your face in your hands, unable to shake the embarrassment that had washed over you. "Wanda, you witch!" She was playing you so good. She was just guessing about it. If you played it cool, maybe you could salvage the situation. After all, Wanda didn't know the extent of your involvement with Bucky.

"What? Am I wrong?" she said, grinning slyly.

"Maybe?"

"Liar, I know I'm not." She said. “Now I know you fucked each other.” she concluded, raising an eyebrow mischievously, thoroughly enjoying the newfound power dynamic.

"Okay, we were caught in the act," you sighed, defeated. You blushed a little, "What are you going to do about it? Tell on us?"

"I'm not going to tell anyone about you lovebirds, if that's what you're worried about," Wanda assured, her expression surprisingly understanding, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

Your embarrassment surged again, "Lovebirds? We're not..." you began, attempting to deny any romantic involvement.

She cut you off with a knowing grin. "Oh, please. I've seen enough romantic tension to recognize it when I see it. And you two? Well, let's just say, your 'sparring session' was more intense than any training I've witnessed."

"But it was probably a one-time thing." You tried to sound nonchalant, but even you knew it was a stretch. "That's just physical attraction. Nothing more."

"Really?" Wanda gave you a skeptikal looks. "It looked like there was something more going on between the two of you than just fucking. I saw the way he looked at you when no one was looking. It was different. Like you were his. Like he didn't want anyone to touch you, and you were his and only his."

"Wanda, are you serious?"

She nodded, "Yes! I know there's something more between you and Bucky, and I also know you have feelings for him, too."

You hesitated for a moment before admitting, "I don't know... we haven't talked about it." You sighed, "I don't think he wants more than just sex, anyway."

Wanda gave you a confused look, "Are you serious? Did he tell you that?"

You shook your head slowly. "Well, no, not really. He hasn't mentioned anything, and it's not like we've had the chance to discuss our relationship."

"Well, I'm not supposed to tell you this. Bucky will kill me if he finds out, but I'm going to say it anyway," she confessed. You chuckled inwardly, the most powerful Avenger, being cautious of Bucky.

Intrigued, you leaned in closer, your curiosity piqued. "What's going on?"

Wanda continued, "He told me not to tell you that I saw you two kissing because he didn't want you to worry about it. And when I asked where you were, he said you were probably sleeping, and I should let you be."

"He said that?" You felt your heart swell. You could feel the butterflies in your stomach.

Wanda nodded, a knowing glint in her eyes. "Yes, and that's why I'm sure there's more to it. I can see it in his eyes. I know he has feelings for you."

"He does? How did you know?"

"Y/N, I know people. I can read his mind if you want, but that would be an invasion of his privacy," Wanda explained, her tone reassuring yet firm.

"Yeah, of course. I won't let you do that," you quickly responded, appreciating her respect for boundaries. "But thanks, Wanda. I appreciate you telling me."

"Now, let's go back to my problem.” she said, steering the conversation back to her original request. “Come on, Y/N, please help me go to the sex store.”

You hesitated, considering her request. Then an idea struck you. "How about we just order online?" you suggested. "That way, neither of us has to go near the place. We can discreetly make the purchase online."

"That does sound like a better plan," she nodded eagerly. Then, with a hint of desperation in her voice, she added, "But, please, make sure it's addressed to you and not me. I really don't want anyone to know I made that purchase," she implored.

You raised a valid concern. "What about me? People will still find out if it's shipped to me."

Wanda leaned in, her voice low and reassuring. "But they don’t know your real name, Y/N. No one knows except us and the Avengers."

You sighed, feeling a mixture of annoyance and reluctant agreement. "Fine," you conceded, rolling your eyes. "It will be addressed to me. But please, Wanda, promise me you will keep your mouth shut."

"Of course, Y/N, you can trust me. I won't breathe a word to anyone," Wanda assured you with a genuine sincerity. "Your secret's safe with me, I swear."

Relieved, you allowed a small smile. In response, she beamed, pulling you into a tight hug. "Thank you, Y/N! You're the best person ever!" she exclaimed, squeezing you with enthusiasm.

You chuckled awkwardly. "You're welcome, I guess." Returning the hug, you hoped that your decision wouldn't lead to unexpected complications.

She broke the hug, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "I'll send you the link later," she said, her tone tinged with excitement. Rising to her feet, she continued, "I'll leave you to rest now. You must be exhausted after your workout, aren't you?" She smirked knowingly, her gaze flickering towards the door, "And I bet Bucky play a big part on it too, didn't he?"

"Shut up." You grabbed a nearby pillow and playfully tossed it at her. She dodged it with a laugh before heading towards the door.

"Bye, Y/N," she called out, her voice fading as she exited the room.

Rolling your eyes, you couldn't help but smile at her audacious attitude. She was certainly something, and you knew this secret shopping mission of hers was bound to be an adventure.

You stepped into the shower to get rid of the smell of sweat. The water hit your back and you felt so relaxed, your hand trailed down between your legs, you thought about how good it felt to have his cock inside of you, how he fucked you in the gym.

You stepped on the shower to get ride of the smell of sweat and sex that Bucky left you with. When the cold water touched your skin, it brought you back to the real world.

"Ow! Ow! Shit, shit!" You said under the shower and quickly turned it into warm water. "I forgot how much this place is always cold." You whispered, and began washing your hair and body.

Now you felt relax as the water fell on your head and back. The memory of the moment that happened not even an hour ago played on your mind, like a movie. 'That's right doll, take my cock' and the sound of his low and raspy voice echoed on your head.

Your hand trailed down your body, and when you got to your pussy, you rubbed your clit. "Fuck" you hissed.

You could feel your arousal growing as you started fingering yourself. You leaned your head against the shower wall and moaned his name. You thought about how good it felt to have his mouth all over your neck and body.

The water was hot and steamy, but not enough to cover your moans. Your breathing was ragged and uneven. You imagined it was Bucky who was there with you, touching you. You closed your eyes and tried to recall every detail of the encounter.

Your fingers were now deep inside your pussy, pumping hard and fast. You could still feel his tongue on your clit, licking and sucking. You knew he liked to watch you squirm.

You could feel your orgasm building, the pressure in your stomach was getting stronger and stronger.

"Cum for me, doll." He whispered in your ear.

"Bucky! Fuck!" You screamed. You arched your back, your eyes rolling back. Your whole body shook with pleasure, waves of pleasure coursed through your veins.

You stood under the shower and breathed deeply. You didn't want to move, the hot water felt nice against your skin. But eventually you got out, wrapped yourself in a towel, and walked to the mirror. "God, look at that" you said, examining your neck.

There was a hickey where Bucky had sucked on it, and another one on your chest. It was too obvious for the others to see, but you didn't mind. You enjoyed it, and the memory made you smile.

As you saw yourself smiling like a fool, you slapped your cheeks lightly, "No, Y/N. Get a hold of yourself. You are not doing this again." But you knew you wanted to do it again.

As you dressed and settled on the bed, your phone chimed, and you saw Wanda sent you a link. Tapping on the link and the site appeared on your phone. You saw a variety of different vibrators and dildos and other stuff.

You tapped on the vibrator and it was in different colors. Black, red, pink, purple, etc.

"Oh wow." you breathed, your eyes widening as you scrolled through the available choices. As you delved deeper into the product descriptions, your intrigue grew.

'Great for solo or partnered play, its shape is flexible so it can be inserted easily, the base is wide enough so it won't slip out and the curved end is made to hit your g-spot, this vibrator is the best and you can't go wrong with it, you will always get pleasure and will leave you satisfied.'

You scrolled through the page, your eyes widening at the sheer array of options. " Jesus Christ, there are so many," you muttered, marveling at the variety.

You didn't know what to pick. So, you decided to take a screenshot and sent it to Wanda. "Wanda, I'm so confused. Which one should I pick?" You texted her. "What kind do you want? The purple one? Or the black and white one?"

Her response came swiftly. "Get both, also the lingerie. Oh, and make sure to get some lube, I need a lot for the toys," she texted back.

"Damn, Wanda, I didn’t know you were such a naughty girl," you mumbled to yourself, amused by her boldness.

"Ugh, gross, I’m going to need therapy after this," you quickly replied, feeling a mix of amusement and horror.

"And I need to bleach my eyes after seeing you two," she replied, her response laced with playful sarcasm.

You chuckled and continued browsing the website. "So much stuff. How can people use all these? Is this the kind of thing people use?" You whispered. You couldn't help but wonder which ones Bucky might enjoy.

There was this one that caught your attention. You clicked on the image, the vibrator popped open, and a description appeared. It was an eight-inch g-spot vibrator and anal vibrator with a remote control. It was a dual action toy that stimulated both the vagina and the anus.

'This 8 inch dual action toy is an ultra powerful vibrator that delivers powerful stimulation to both the vagina and the anus. The soft and silky material makes it a perfect beginner's toy, and its strong motor and wide bulbous tip makes it great for experienced users too.

With a curved end that will hit your g-spot and an insertable length of 8 inches, it's sure will give you a powerful sensation and will leave you screaming in pleasure. It also has a strong motor and 15 different speed and vibration patterns.

This toy is also waterproof, so you can enjoy it in the bath or the shower.'

Then you saw a video of a woman using it. The sounds were really loud and it sounded like it was being used for the first time. "How can she handle all that noise? It sounds like a jet taking off." You thought, watching the video.

Wanda's text jolted you back to reality. "Have you picked the items yet? I'm waiting," she inquired, her impatience coming through.

"Yeah, I already put them in the cart. I'm about to buy them."

"Okay, thank you! Good night!" she messaged, her excitement palpable.

"Good night," you responded.

Exhaustion began to weigh on you, your eyelids growing heavier by the moment. You were utterly spent, and as you settled into the comfort of your bed, sleep swiftly claimed you.

The next day, you woke up early, your throat was dry, scratchy, and sore. Part of it was Bucky's fault, he fucked your throat too rough hitting the back of your throat.

He's a beast.

You then recalled, ‘you loved choking on my cock huh?’ As Bucky's dirty words rang in your ear. You had to admit, that was the best blow job you've ever given. You didn't know why, but something about the fact that he was using your mouth for his own pleasure excited you. You found yourself wanting to please him.

"Fuck." You groaned, burying your face in the pillow, the darkness soothing your sore eyes.

You walked into the kitchen to get some water, you took the bottle of water from the fridge and drank it. You wondered if Bucky stayed to keep an eye on you and Wanda since now both of you were considered as a threat.

You still haven't discussed about what happened with Bucky. What's the relationship now? Were you just fuck buddies? Was that one-time thing? Or does he want more? Your heart raced at the thought of having more with him, you've never been in a relationship before, but with him? That sounds amazing.

After finishing your water and tossing the empty bottle into the trash, you decided to pay a visit to Bucky's room. However, when you arrived, you found his bed empty. Disappointment washed over you, and you wondered if he had been called away on a mission.

As you exited Bucky's room, you bumped into Wanda. "Morning, babe," she greeted you cheerfully.

"Hey, Wanda. Have you seen Bucky?" you inquired.

"Yeah, he's in the gym," she replied with a knowing smile.

"Great, thanks," you said, feeling a renewed sense of hope. You exchanged a few quick words with Wanda before she set off for the market to gather supplies for the day's meals, and you headed off to find Bucky. Wanda wished you luck before parting ways.

You went to the gym to see Bucky. When you reached there, the gym was empty, there was no one there.

“Bucky?” you called.

"Yeah?" His response came as he walked out, wearing only a towel. Despite the serious conversation on your mind, you couldn't help but steal a glance at the way his abs looked after the shower, water still dripping down his torso. "What's up? You good?" Bucky asked.

"Yeah, I'm okay.” You said, clearing your throat in an attempt to regain your composure. "Just wanted to talk."

"About?"

"Us," you said, meeting his eyes. "About what happened last night." He had an unreadable expression, the look on his face didn't make it seem like he was happy about this conversation.

Bucky let out a sigh, his face expressing a clear desire to avoid the topic. "Y/N, can we not? I'm not in the mood." He began putting on his clothes, his movements brisk and uneasy. He clearly uncomfortable with the conversation at hand.

But you couldn't let it go. The events of the previous night hung between you, an unspoken question begging for an answer. "No, Bucky, we can't just ignore it. I know things have been weird between us," you began, "What does it mean for us? I mean, is it going to happen again?"

He ran a hand through his damp hair, his jaw clenched. "Y/N, stop." He warned, his tone growing stern for you to drop the conversation.

You sighed, looking at him with sad eyes. "Why are you doing this? Why do you keep pushing me away?" You asked, your voice determined, refusing to let the matter rest.

"I don't want to talk about this." he hissed, his patience fraying as he continued to dress, his movements becoming more agitated. "I have important stuff to do right now, so no."

"I want to know why the fuck you're acting this way!" you snapped, getting frustrated with his behavior. "Stop being a dick and just tell me. Are we going to do this again or what? What does this mean for us, huh? Is it a one-time thing or something more?” you demanded, raising your voice.

"God damnit Y/N! Just fucking stop! What's wrong with you?!" He yelled, his frustration boiling over. "Just fucking leave.”

Your heart sank, but you refused to back down. "No, not until you explain what our relationship is now," you insisted, your voice steady, though your hands trembled with the intensity of your emotions.

His glare could have frozen hell over, his eyes radiating cold anger, "We are not in a relationship. We have nothing. Do you understand? Nothing." he stated bluntly, his gaze piercing through you as he threw his duffle bag to the floor in a fit of frustration, its contents spilling out.

The look in his eyes...there was no emotion there. Just the cold stare of someone who no longer cared, and it felt like a stab to the chest. "You want to talk? Fine. Let's fucking talk. We fucked, that's it. It was a fucking mistake.”

The impact of his words hit you like a bullet to the chest. You felt a lump form in your throat, choking back the surge of emotions threatening to overwhelm you. "What…?" holding his glare as you tried to mask the hurt in your expression. This was worse than any outcomes you had ever imagined.

"A mistake, Y/N. I shouldn't have done that. It was a bad idea. It happened because I was stressed and needed to release some steam." His voice growing colder, "it was the only thing that got my mind off of everything.”

The finality of his words sinking in. “It was a fucking mistake. You happened to be there and I happened to be horny. We fucked. End of the story. Nothing else. Now fucking leave."

You had expected this to be just a one-time thing, and you thought you could handle that. But what he said was far worse, leaving you feeling utterly devastated, the weight of his rejection crushing you.

"I just happened to be there for you to fuck? To release your steam? You think of me that way?" You asked him.

He remained silent, refusing to look at you, his gaze fixed on the floor. Why were you still standing here, allowing him to strip away your dignity? Yet, a part of you desperately clung to the hope for an answer.

Every word carved a deeper wound into your heart, yet you pressed on. "No, I need an answer," you insisted, your voice growing more desperate. "Was it just sex?”

He met your question with a nonchalant shrug, his indifference cutting deeper than any rejection. "That's all it was. Yes."

"So, it meant nothing, I'm just another girl you fucked?" you asked, the pain in your voice evident as you tried to make sense of his words.

He continued to re-packing his bags, "What more do you want me to say, Y/N?" he retorted, his anger rising once again. "That I made a mistake? That I fucked up? That I regret it? There, happy? Or do you want to hear me tell you that I used you?"

Your heart broke into a million pieces as the truth of his words struck you like a hammer to the chest. You had given your heart to him, only for him to break it. You couldn't speak, could barely breath.

"It meant nothing to me, Y/N," he continued, his voice filled with disgust. "It was a moment of weakness, and it should never have happened."

You wanted to scream, to lash out, to strike him, but instead, you stood there in silence, unable to move. Bucky's words were like daggers, piercing your heart, leaving a deep wound that would never heal. You felt numb, the pain and betrayal too much for your body and mind to handle. You knew that you would never be the same, that a part of you would always be broken.

"I thought we had a connection." You asked, your voice small, the tremor betraying your vulnerability.

His response, devoid of any sympathy or remorse, struck like a knife to your heart. "Well, you were fucking wrong. You're a fucking mistake, Y/N. You should have known better than to expect anything from me. Now get the fuck out of my sight."

The finality of his words was a slap to your face, the sting of his rejection leaving a deep, jagged scar across your heart. You would never forget his words, or the way he looked at you, his eyes filled with hatred and disdain.

You couldn't comprehend why he was acting like this. Was this the real him? He was cold, emotionless, completely different from the person you thought you knew in the gym, making you question whether the person who had shared that passionate moment with you was real.

You should've known better. You shouldn’t listen to Wanda on the first place, her suggestion was ridiculous and it led to this mess. Your heart was broken, the pain was unbearable. You were alone.

You had no one.

But the rawness of the rejection stung. It was time to leave, to salvage what remained of your wounded pride and self-respect.

"Fuck you, Barnes.”

"You already did, sweetheart.” You saw a slight smirk, “Unless you want more, I can give you that. You have a body to die for.”

Fed up with his disrespectful attitude, you turned to leave, your hand gripping the doorknob. However, something compelled you to turn back and confront him. As you faced him again, you noticed his gaze lingering on you, catching a flicker of something in his eyes, perhaps regret? But then, his expression hardened once more returned to its cold, distant state.

Summoning your strength, you said, "You really know how to hurt people, Barnes."

Bucky's response was laced with bitterness and self-awareness, acknowledging the pain he had caused, "I know, I'm a master of it." He said without looking at you with expression that you couldn't quite read, as if he wanted to say something more. Yet, he remained silent.

The room grew quiet, a heavy silence settling between the two of you, neither one willing to speak first. After what felt like an eternity, you averted your gaze, your eyes glistening with unshed tears, and whispered your farewell. "Goodbye, Barnes." With that, you turned on your heel and walked out, the door slamming shut behind you, the sound echoing the finality of the moment.

As you left the gym, your steps heavy and your heart heavier, the weight of the emotional wounds settled in. Tears streamed down your cheeks as you made your way back to your room. There, behind a locked door, you allowed your emotions to spill out. You collapsed onto the bed, your sobs echoing in the room. You didn't know how long you cried, but it was enough time for your head to hurt. You wiped your tears, feeling the exhaustion set in.

Bucky was mean, he was really mean. You thought he had changed but apparently not. Not anyone was capable of changing. As you cried, you made a silent promise to yourself: you wouldn't let him hurt you again.

E/N : I apologize for leaving you hanging with another cliffhanger, but I didn't want to make Part 2 too lengthy and risk boring you. I acknowledge it might not be as good as Part 1, and for that, I apologize. Rest assured, I'll make it worth the wait in Part 3 (I promise)! On a positive note, who's excited for the groveling trope? I certainly am! Get ready for some intense moments! intense moments ahead!

All the sub-plot with Wanda will start to make sense in Part 3 as it intertwines, and you can expect some moments of jealousy and possessiveness from Bucky as well.

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Hi hi, here we go!

Summary:Steve comes back from Lovers Lake severely injured, and you're the one who has to patch him up.

Notes: A rewrite of the lovers lake scene and aftermath. Steve Harrington x reader, friends-to-lovers, hurt/comfort, bit angsty. Steve comes back far more injured than in the show, for context, you and Eddie are childhood friends. Nancy is helping out as well.

Warnings/Tags: Steve has a breakdown :(, blood, stitching, crying, pain, nightmare, overall injuries warning, mention of painkillers. fem!reader, she/her pronouns. use of y/n. sharing a bed, kissing. let me know if i missed anything!

Word Count: ~6k

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Your knee won’t stop bouncing.

You’re sitting on the couch, hands clasped tight, worry creeping onto your face although you’re trying your best to hide it. Glancing up at the clock on the living room wall, you curse in your head. They were supposed to be back by now. You look around the room, checking on Lucas and Max sitting at the kitchen table, Max with her headphones on and Lucas using all his concentration to draw her funny pictures.

The others were at Lovers Lake. Or so you hoped. Trying to figure out some water-gate theory that Dustin proposed. You promised you would stay back and watch Max, the thought of being out in the woods, on a lake, in the dark, not really enticing you. You all promised each other three hours. Three hours and they would be back. Three hours and then dinner and a movie night and a big sleepover.

Your head snaps around when you hear a car pulling up outside the house, lights briefly flashing in the window. Max and Lucas turn their heads as you stand up from the couch, pausing for a second when you hear frantic voices in your driveway. Before you can make it to the door it swings open, ushering in chaos and panic with it. Bursting in, you see Eddie and Nancy holding up Steve. A bloody, injured, half-dead looking Steve.

"Oh my god.." you say, it comes out strained. The blood drains from your face.

"Quick, we need help, he won't stop bleeding," Nancy says a little panicked. You share a frightened look with her, both of you trying to keep it together.

"Take him to the bathroom, end of the hallway.”

Nancy and Eddie shuffle with Steve towards the back. You hear Steve groan down the hall and you feel your skin crawl and itch with adrenaline. The rest of the troupe follows in the front door behind them. Robin looks frantic, carrying the remainder of Steve's clothes. "What happened Robs?" it comes out harsh, frightened. Her eyes are jumping all around the room, to the kids, and to you briefly, but they stay at her feet when she talks.

"I don't - I don't know Y/N. It was bad, there were these...these bats, so many of them and we, well Steve, was - " she's cut off by a loud cry from Steve resonating down the hallway and everyone's heads snap towards it. You feel your heart pumping again. "Eddie said to bring him here, said you would know what to do?" she finishes quickly. Your head felt like it was spinning.

"Hey y/n, we need some help in here!" You hear Eddie call from the bathroom. Your feet start moving before you even comprehend it. The most experience you had with this kind of thing was patching up Eddie's old injuries from when you were kids, bloody knees and elbows, scrapes and gashes from Eddie’s (brief) skateboarding hobby, and a particularly nasty cut from when you went camping as teens. As you turned into the doorway of the bathroom you found Steve on the edge of the bathtub, Nancy frantically washing a towel out in the sink while Eddie was crouched low next Steve, arm around his back and under his shoulder keeping him steady. Steve raises his head to look at you with guilty eyes, and you take him in for the first time. A dirty and scratched up face, the bruising around his neck that seemed to be darkening by the second, black blood down his chest and his torso. My god his torso, wrapped in blood red bandages. You didn't know what was under there, and you were scared to look. You'd never seen Steve so beaten.

"Sorry sweetheart... making a mess" he tries to joke but it comes out choked and strained. That's the Steve you knew though, calling you pet names and trying to ease your worry. Over the past few months you became fast friends, always teetering on the edge of something more. Weekends were spent falling asleep on the couch together after a particularly late movie night, you found yourself on morning walks with him and a cup of coffee before picking up the kids for an adventure, driving around in his old BMW blasting music he didn’t like (but sung along to anyways). You both meant a lot to each other and you knew that, but when this 'Upside down' thing came back you both saw a change in each other. Stress and fear took over, leading to restless nights awake on the couch unravelling theories and coming up with battle plans. You would be lying if you said that one of you getting hurt wasn't your biggest fear, and now here you are, Steve bleeding out in your bathroom after a mission gone wrong.

'Oh, Steve.." you say gently, coming forward to grab his hand. "Let's clean you up, ok?" you nod at him. Nancy comes back over with the wet cloth, starting to wipe away at the blood on his face.

"I thought you might know what to do, there were these bats, got into his sides, he needs stitches or something, fuck I don't know," Eddies looks at you, he sounds like he's begging. "You can do that right? You can fix him?"

"Alright let me take a look" you turn to Steve. "Steve, honey, can I take these bandages off? Just tell me if you need me to stop alright?" He nods at you with a sniffle.

Nancy moves out of your way as she goes to wash the cloth again, pausing at the sink as you gently start with the bandages. Not daring to unravel them yet you pull them down slightly, lifting them from the skin, trying to get a look from above. You can't see anything but pools of blood and torn up skin beneath them and you feel your stomach turn. With eyes locked on his sides and a deep breath - you kick into overdrive.

"Ok, Nance, I need you to go to the kitchen and grab one of the big bowls, fill it with water, and grab towels...plenty of them, from the closet down the hall." You order, not taking your eyes off Steve. "Eds, you know where the first aid kit is right? Grab that, there'll be extra bandages in the same draw, those too. The bottle of alcohol...and, and.. shit I don't know, I don't know.." you stutter, brain running too fast for you to comprehend. You pull your eyes away from Steve and look into Eddie's. He staring at you with full focus. "You know that numbing cream I bought you, for your tattoos? I think it's in my bottom drawer, next to my bed. That too." Both of them don't waste time, a quick 'got it' leaving their mouths before exiting the bathroom. As Eddie leaves his side, Steve starts to collapse over before you nudge into him. "Alright honey I'm just gonna move you over so you can lean against the wall, ok?" as you pull him to the corner of the tub, lightly pushing his shoulders back.

Steve whines as you move him over, eyes scrunched shut and body rigid with pain. You hear Nancy return with the towels and water and place them down on the floor next to you. "What else do you need?" she says. You look over Steve again.

"Scissors, there's a pair in the kitchen, thank you Nance" you say, turning to give her a nod. As she's leaving Eddie comes rushing in, hands full.

"I just grabbed everything I could" he says, dumping it on the sink counter. You laugh a little at him.

"Thanks Eds, can you get the gauze and bandages together?" You ask him gently; you know he must be freaked. Your adrenaline is turning into calmness, you - the eye of the storm. You turn back to Steve, who is trying to stay as still as possible and speak to him. "Ok, I'm going to get these bandages off you and then I'll clean the wounds and see where we're at. See what we can bandage and what will need more ok?" You talk slowly, making sure he comprehends. He can only muster up a small nod and a quiet hum of agreement back at you. Nancy is standing behind you and hands you the pair of scissors, you pause for a moment before starting with the makeshift bandage, cutting them loose one by one. The bathroom starts to feel like an operating room, everyone holding their breath and tense with focus as you start to work on Steve. "The kids alright? Robin? Where are they?" You pause your hands. Once these bandages are off you know you'll have to move fast, you know you'll have to put Steve in pain, and you didn't want anyone around for that.

"They're ok, in the living room, Robin is keeping an eye on everyone," Nancy answers.

"Ok, they might have to get out of here...maybe tell them to take a walk or something," you trail off. Nancy moves to leave. "Shut the door Nance." You hear the click behind you. Getting back to work, you peel the bandages off carefully. Steve groans and shifts under you, throwing his head back and hands covering his face as the layers come off, bloody and sticky to his skin. You can fully see the bites now and you feel sick in your throat - they were deep. Very deep, and far larger than you expected. You push your emotions down as you reach for a wet towel, trying to clean some of the excess blood. "Eddie, put pressure on the other side," you command, handing him another cloth. You don't see Eddie’s look of apprehension, you don’t see his face turn pale, you just stay focused on taking care of Steve. Steve yelps in pain as Eddie presses the towel to his bites, reaching out to grip the metalhead’s shoulder, Eddie has to turn his head away. Trying to keep his composure. You feel your heart breaking but it only pushes you to work faster.

You feel a presence behind you as Nancy returns, trying to be helpful. "Alcohol and gauze please Nance" you say softly, turning to her. You don't give Steve warning as you pat the cotton pad against his side. His whole abdomen tenses and he straightens up, muttering curses and grabs your forearm to stop you.

"Shit that burns" he whines, dropping his head low, taking short quick breaths to calm down.

"I know, I know, I'm sorry honey," you speak softly at him. Pausing as you feel the vice grip on your arm. He just nods as you feel his grip soften, shoulders start to relax as he releases you and Eddie and he leans back into the wall.

"Ok, I'm sorry keep going" Steve says, his hands moving to grip the edge of the tub beneath him. You proceed to make quick work out if it, dabbing around the edges. Holding your breath when you hit the bites directly as Steve swears and jerks beneath you. It takes some time before both sides are cleaned. It's a dance between you and his blood, jumping back and forth from each side to stop the wounds spilling over.

"They won't stop Y/N, why won't they stop?" Eddies murmurs, eyes transfixed by the performance. You're both holding gauze over the wounds, hoping the pressure will help.

"He needs stitches, doesn't he?" Nancy observes. You hear the shake in her voice. "Can you do that? Do you know how to do that?" Her voice raises an octave as she speaks.

"She stitched me up once after a nasty fall a few years back," Eddie says turning to Nancy. "Had this big cut on my leg, she used a needle and thread – very hardcore," he smiles a little, remembering the day. "She can do it, I know she can," he finishes, with full confidence in his voice.

"I bought a suture kit right after that," you say flatly, throat dry. The cogs were turning in your head trying to remember where you put it. "Might be at the top of my closet, with my camping gear?"

"I'll go look," Nancy offered, rushing out the room.

"Eds, did you find that numbing cream?" you said to him. He springs up to the counter before wordlessly handing it off to you. "Just thought it might help" you say, not sure why you felt the need to rationalize your decision with him but he nods at you nonetheless. It helps with your confidence.

"Don't I get a say in this?" It catches you off guard. Steve's voice is quiet, raspy, worn. You don't want to look at him but you have to. His face looks pale, a light sheen of sweat across his forehead, down his neck. He looks down at you through half closed lids, head leaning against the wall, not strong enough to lift it. "Can't you just put bandages on? Please....y/n please" his voice cracks, eyes scrunching shut. You feel some tears prick at your eyes. You place a hand on his, rubbing your thumb over his knuckles.

"Steve, honey, you're bleeding out, this will help I promise. We have to - we have to do this..." He doesn't see the tear fall from your eye as you turn your head to Nancy, walking back in the room holding your kit. She sheepishly hands it off to you. You clear your throat as you busy yourself with the supplies, bringing Steve's hand over to replace yours on his side. You make quick work of applying the numbing cream, brow furled in concentration, a soft "this will help, you'll barely feel a thing" leaving your mouth. Eddie places a hand on your back to steady you. Your best friend since you were seven, he knows you better than anyone. He won't take your eyes off you, watching a red rash of stress creep up your neck, watching you gnaw your lips and control your breathing. He leans in close to you.

"Want me to do it? Just tell me how..." Eddie says gently. You’re already shaking your head before he finishes.

"No. No, I got this." You open up the suture kit and start prepping the needle and thread. Steve's eyes flash at the needle, and he shifts up with a loud panicked sound.

"Fuck Y/N I don't think I can do this. Oh my god, I can't do this." His breathing starts going erratic as he tries to twist his torso away from you. He’s fully panicking, gasping for air, with his hands pushed against your shoulders to keep you away.

You reach up and grab his face in your both your hands. Holding both his cheeks. "Honey, look at me" and you wait for his eyes to meet yours. "You can do this ok. Alright?” Your voice goes stern, trying to convince him. “I’ll go fast, I promise." You both hold each other's gaze, sharing a deep look between the two of you. When you're like this you feel like you can read each other's minds. At least, that what you tell yourself when you turn to Eddie and Nancy and say, "I need you both to leave."

Nancy's eyes go wide (even wider than before) and starts to put up a protest. Eddie stands up and goes next to her, frantically shaking his head with her, waving his arms. Both of them telling you no. You look back at Steve to reaffirm your decision, he just blinks at you but it was enough. You see the deep pools of tears forming in his eyes. The boy was scared. You turn back to them, "yes, I need you both to leave. I can do this myself. No one else needs to see this." You stare them down with all the serious and intensity you can muster. Eddies shoots you one more reluctant look before letting Nancy guide him out, looking over her shoulder before the door shuts.

Steve releases a breath he didn't know he was holding as you turn back to the needle and thread. He sits up, leaning his head forward a little to get closer to you. The bathroom somehow feels smaller now that it’s just the two of you. "Th-Thank you y/n..." he says softly, hands reaching down to graze your arms, "just wanted to say it before you start, because I think I'm about to be a real dick." He chuckles the best that he can but it turns into a sputtered cough. "Glad you're the one taking care of me, couldn't have it any other way" he finishes, looking at you with a tense smile and his eyes shining with tears.

You give him a soft smile and a press your hand on his knee. "S'alright Steve, I'll always be here to fix you up. Although you might hate me for it in a minute," you say, matching his humor. You lean forward and give him a small kiss on his forehead, causing his brows to crinkle. "Ok, how about you learn against the wall... and here" you hand him a rolled-up cloth "if you need it... to bite down on." He takes it hesitantly.

"The numbing cream should work though, right?"

"Uh well yeah... this is just in case it doesn't." You felt like you were lying.

You give him a hopeful smile and he leans his head back against the wall. You bring your hand close to his side, hoping he doesn't see the tremor. You take a deep breath and you feel him do the same.

"Ready?"

"Yes."

You sink the needle into his skin as swiftly as you can. Steve's eyes snap open, body lurching forward, and hand spasming to grip you again. Your heart practically jumps out of your chest when you hear the loud yelp that comes from his mouth, a trail of swears following immediately after.

"Stop, oh my god fuck, stop please stop" he begs.

You halt your movements, thread half pulled through his skin. You don't dare look at him, with his head collapsed against his chest heaving desperately from the shock. You feel your eyes well with tears again but you hear Steve break before you do, a heavy sob erupting from his body. "I can't, I can't, this is so fucked up y/n this is so fucked!"

You lay a free hand on his chest, near his heart. You feel wet tears drop from Steve's cheeks to your forearm. He just sobs, stress and hurt leaving his body. You're softly hushing him, hand occasionally coming up to help him wipe his tears away.

He takes a shaky breath in and mutters, "shit, I'm really sorry" and goes to lean back against the wall, roughly pushing tears away from his eyes. "I guess that numbing cream didn't fucking work" he jokes wryly. You haven't said a word to him as you feel you might just shatter if you do. He bravely looks in your eyes and it's almost like you can hear both your hearts breaking at once.

"I'm really sorry too Steve..." it comes out dry and raspy and shaky and not at all what you were intending. You feel a tear escape down your cheek as you quickly brush it off. You try to take a breath and push down the heavy sob that is rising in your throat but you fail. "Shit," you cry out in frustration, "you're gonna be ok alright? It'll be ok, but I really need to do this right now," you say, gesturing to your suture hand, "It's the last thing Steve and then you can rest. I don't want to hurt you but -"

"It's fine" he grunts, composing himself again, "keep going, I can take it."

You purse your lips together as you stare the wound, bracing yourself for another impact. You feel Steve tense under you, take a shuddering breath, grip the sides of the wall hold himself. "Y/N, let's do this" he says quickly, shoving the rolled-up cloth between his teeth.

You don't hesitate then, as the waiting was torture. You drive the needle quickly through his skin, tying neat little knots as you go. You hear Steve whimper above but you block it out, trying to stay focused on the task at hand. You tie off the first side neatly, and don't waste any time moving to the next one, and then the next one, and then the next one. By the time you're finishing up Steve has stilled, drenched in sweat and too exhausted to flinch anymore. You take a moment to admire your work - not great - before running a hand up over Steve's forehead, pushing his hair back.

"Honey it's over I'm all done,” you don’t know how you got your voice to sound so soft.

He opens his eyes wearily and releases the towel from his mouth, he watches you stand up, stretch your legs as you start washing up in the sink. He doesn't dare look down but grazes soft fingertips over the sewn skin, eyes a little bleary and jaw a little sore from it all. You don't dare look at yourself in the mirror, as if the observance might make it sink in a little too deep, make it a little too real that you just sewed up your friend on a weeknight.

After cleaning him up, Steve is trying to push himself off the edge of the bathtub to stand but you don't let him do it by himself. You tuck yourself under his arm, steadying when you feel his weight lean into you. As soon as you open the bathroom door you hear the tinkle of Eddie's chain scatter down the hallway, there's no doubt that he had his ear pressed against the door the whole time. The fresh air of the hallway nipped at your skin, only now realizing how hot the little bathroom got from the panic.

Once in your room you lay Steve down gently on the bed, exhaustion hitting him like a truck. You watch him slide back to the headboard as you pass him the glass of water and the pain killers that you're sure Nancy left out for you.

"Here, take this" it's practically a whisper.

Steve hums at you, not quite ready for words yet as he swallows it down.

"You ok for a little bit? Was just going to check on the others..." you trail off, waiting for a nod. You watch Steve slide down the bed until his head hits the pillow, eyes droopy and face sunken. You help cover him with the sheets, not resisting the urge to push his hair off his forehead again. The sounds he makes are soft, appreciative, sad. "I'll be right back, ok?" You say, backing out softly. You watch him nod on the pillow as he mumbles to you, but you can't hear what he said, and you leave him with a lamp on and the door a few inches open.

Your body feels heavy and slow as you make your way to the kitchen to check on everyone else, not daring to look back in the bathroom as you walk by it. The hallways are darkened and you don't hear much noise, and as you turn into the main rooms you see why. Robin and the kids are all passed out around on the floors and couches, you breathe a sigh of relief hoping that they've been asleep for a while. You look around and find Nancy and Eddie sitting at the kitchen table. Both cleaned up and sharing a pizza in silence. Their eyes shift to you when you enter, worry and concern both evident on their faces.

"How did it go?" Nancy breaks the silence.

"Uh, ok, fine I guess. I mean he's not bleeding anymore," you pause, your eyes shifting around the room, "he's resting now."

They both nod at you, eyes on the table.

"I - we - could hear him a bit. Sounded bad..." Eddie prods. You just nod, tears springing in your eyes and feeling your throat tighten, it felt like all your emotions were crashing against the wall of your chest. Your face couldn’t help but twist and break as you let out a sob. That was enough for Eddie to get out of his chair and wrap you in tight bear hug. "Thank you for doing that," he whispers in your ear. You screw your eyes shut for a moment, feeling your body shake from the pent-up emotions. You stay in his arms a moment longer before you pull yourself away, looking at the both of them, pulling yourself back together.

"Let's get some rest huh, are you guys, ok? Need anything?" Nancy shakes her head no as she stands up, clearing away the plates.

"Eds, looks like there's a free couch, you should take it. Nance, you can take the guest room if you want, or we could pull the mattress out here?" You offer, but she just shakes her head.

"I'm fine out here, I don't mind sharing the couch with Robin."

They both get settled as you return back to Steve. Slowly pushing the door open and tip toeing in not to wake him. He doesn't look peaceful; he looks beaten. He looks tense. But at least he's sleeping. You creep to your closet, grabbing your extra blanket before making your way over to the sofa chair you had in the corner of your room. You curl up, eyes on Steve always, watching how the lamp softly illuminates his features, his scrunched brow, and the cuts on his face appearing darker in the soft light. Your heart feels heavy looking at him, and you couldn't help but let yourself cry, just for little, at everything that happened that night before falling asleep.

Steve drifts in and out of sleep that night, body aching and wounds burning every time he turned. He remembers seeing you curled up on the chair in the room, asleep, and wanting to reach out to you but he couldn't. His limbs too heavy, too sore to lift.

The next thing you both remember is a blur. Steve, jolting up in bed with a shout, causing you to almost jump out your skin. It takes your tired brain a moment to catch up with the scene. Steve frantic and panting, wide eyed and tense, gripping on the sheets as if to keep him grounded.

"Steve? Are you ok?" you ask, gently approaching the side of the bed.

It was like that moment when a geyser was about to blow. You could see the swell in Steve's chest before it burst, a heavy sob and a flood of tears spilling over, body collapsing over his knees.

"Oh honey..." you climb into the bed with him, wrapping his slender body in your arms as best as you could, your chest to his back, cheek coming to rest on his shoulder blade, and arms encircling his waist. You feel the wracking of his body as he continues to weep.

"I'm sor- sorry" he chokes out, disrupted by sobs. You squeeze him a little tighter, kindly shushing him you press your lips into his shoulder blade and dot a few kisses along his back. You’d never done something so intimate before but it felt right to you. You both stay like that for what felt like a long time, enough to where Steve's lungs felt like they were on fire and to where no more tears could come out. Long enough to where your cheek felt sticky to his back, and your bodies melted together. It was then when he turned around into you, arms wrapping your shoulders and collapsing with you to lay on the bed. You pull him closer, pushing him into the crook of your neck, pulling his hips close to yours, one hand up in his hair. You go to gently rub his back, hoping to even out his breathing and soothe him again.

"You ok, Harrington?" you whisper next to his ear. The ghost of a smile washes over Steve's face, he loved when you called him that. He breaths out, pulling you a little tighter with small nod although he's not sure he meant it.

“Don’t stop calling me honey now, I was just starting to like it” he says, you know he was trying to be humorous, poke fun at something unspoken that was happening that night, but you honestly thought he just sounded sweet.

He hears a light laughter in your chest, he wanted to commit that sound to memory, make you do it over and over again for him, but he settled for the way he felt you smile against the top of his head, the way your heart seemed to skip a beat or two. “Sorry honey, don’t know what came over me tonight, didn’t think you’d notice it.” A half apology, half explanation from you. You realize you’d never called him any pet name before; he was always just Steve. Steve Harrington. You let the silence hang for a moment before pressing on again, “Everything ok? Talk to me.”

"Bad dream, I think. It's like I was back there again. I could...I could feel it all happen again and then I couldn't breathe," he stutters again, voice becoming wobbly. "I thought I was going to die, I thought I was going to watch them all die, and I - " he stops, feeling more sobs climb up his throat, "I was so scared, terrified, and -" another pause, another shudder "there were so many of them, I thought I would be eaten alive, I thought I would be choked out, and no one would know and I just wouldn't come back. I just - I thought about you and I, I" a choked sob jumps out, he pulls you in even tighter, voice now muffled in your shoulder "and what if you never found me down there.” The boy was broken up again, “and I don't want to leave you alone, I can't, and I don't want to be without you, I won't make it without you."

The way you're both clinging onto each other makes you feel like you’ll fall apart if you let go. Steve, the boy you’ve caught between friendship and love, telling you that he can't live without you. It made your body shake. It felt like your heart cracked open. After all, you admit you both knew before tonight, but the words made it real. Very real.

"Steve...honey, baby look at me. Look at me! You're fine, you're alive, can you feel it?” He’s a wet mess beside you, you’ve never seen him cry this much. “Just hold me honey, just hold me. I’m right here. Can you hear my heart?” He nuzzles into your chest, wishing he could dip his head beneath your ribs. “Just breath with me.”

You weren't sure if what you were saying made sense, or if it was right, but it’s all you knew how to do. You stayed like that for a long time, waiting, willing for the distress to pass. You felt Steve’s back relax and tense, the pain coming in waves, the bad memories crashing in his mind. It was after a long pause of stillness when you felt his throat tighten again, getting ready to speak.

“Thank you. Thank you for taking care of me. Don’t think I got a chance to really say that before” a soft, earnest chuckle comes out. You laugh a little too, knowing that he even though he did, the hours felt like days ago. “And I’m so sorry. For everything. You shouldn’t have to do this stuff. I shouldn’t be showing up at your door half dead and making a mess of things.”

“But that’s not what’s happening Steve, you’re not doing any of that. You show up at my door and I take care of you. That’s the deal and I’ll always do it.” It’s a simple fact at this point.

He pauses, he's learned not to argue with you when you sound like this. “Are you ok?” he asks, voice soft.

You nod before you speak. “Yes, yes” you say a little more confidently, “but I’m also scared.” He lifts his head to look at you, you see that it takes him too much effort. “You have me Steve, you won’t lose me, but I can’t lose you either, it would kill me just as much. I love you too much, it’s too -” you feel your throat tightening again, now you’re the one fighting tears, “-it’s too, oh god, it’s like overwhelming, and I knew this but I didn’t know until you were here bleeding out in front of me and it felt like life or death,” you felt yourself rambling, like you were hoping you could bury your confession in a pile of words. “Anyways, listen, it doesn’t matter right now, the point is I’m ok and you’re ok, and everyone else is too.”

The silence settles in and feels heavy, you’re both acutely aware of each other’s breathing. Steve feels like he can’t take his eyes off you. As if as soon as he does it’s over, it’s no longer real. You let your eyes fall shut, the toll of the day pulling them down. You feel Steve struggle to shift slightly in your arms, it’s only then you relax your arms to give him the space to move beneath them. It’s languid, it’s gentle, but you feel a soft kiss press to the bottom of your jaw. You feel the heat move away, and then a press against your cheek. You turn into it, tips of noses bumping, eyes shut, just feeling each other's breath for a moment. You feel the whisper hit your lips before you hear it. The smallest, gentlest “I love you too” falling from Steve’s mouth. You feel his arms come across your waist, up your back, one stopping at your hips and other coming to tangle itself in the back of your hair. You feel like there’s an electric current moving between the both you. He stops for a moment, intentional, holding you there. You blink your eyes open to find his deep brown ones staring back at you. Just for a moment, it felt like it all slipped away, the pain, the fear, the hurt. It felt normal, like two people daring each other to make a move for the first time. The moment doesn’t last long as he pulls you into him, lips melting into yours. It sets your body on fire as you take a sharp inhale. You hear a deep groan come from the back of his throat, but it sounds miles away as your head goes fuzzy, feeling his arms encasing you. You’re careful to touch him, not wanting to brush against his stitches to ruin the sweetness of this moment, so you move your hands around his shoulders, his hair, his neck, his cheek, you couldn’t decide where to settle them. Tangled up in limbs, he feels hot against you. When you both pull apart you both blink at each other in wonder, a soft smile shared between you two before Steve leans in again, delivering a soft kiss to your cheek. It sets you into a giggle, leading Steve to cock an eyebrow, “that bad you gotta at laugh at me huh?” he says, quiet and teasing. Your laugh becomes a little louder at that.

“No, of course not, that was perfect honey” and since you couldn’t resist, you hone your point with a flutter of kisses across his face, now spurring on his laughter, something that sounded so sweet after hearing all his pain. You settle down into a comfortable cuddle, Steve on his back and holding you against his chest. Both of you feeling pure bliss, Steve’s pain gone for the moment, and you let your eyes fall shut.

You almost don’t hear it at first when he whispers, “promise you’ll be here in the morning, promise you’ll wake me up?” You place another kiss on his jaw, and whisper your promise back to him. You both sleep deeply that night, the weight of sleep pulling you under.

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Comet Donati [Chapter 1: History]

Series Summary: Sex, drugs, boy bands. You are a kinda-therapist recruited (via nepotism) to help Comet Donati through a recent crisis. Things are casual with Aegon, very not-casual with Aemond. Loosely inspired by One Direction.

Chapter Warnings: Language, references to sexual content (18+) and drugs, alcohol, smoking, astronomy, mental health struggles, Missouri.

Selected Chapter Quote: “You’re gonna love Aemond. He’s so fucked up. He’s like Disney World for therapists.”

Word count: 4.1k.

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“You are a professional,” you tell your reflection threateningly, like it owes you money. Your hair is painstakingly tidy, your makeup neat, subdued, businesslike. You are wearing a black blazer, a white blouse, and Cookie Monster pajama pants. You are in your one-bedroom apartment in Kansas City, Missouri: grey, thunderous, humid as hell, June raindrops on the windows. “You have a master’s degree and hundreds of clinical hours and you are not afraid of clients. Not at all! Not even a little bit!”

You check your phone. 2:55 p.m.

“Oh God,” you whine to the checkered tiles of the bathroom floor, to the floral wallpaper. You clutch the cold porcelain of the sink: rose-pink, 1950s, diners and Thunderbirds, housewives and Valium. “Oh my God. Oh my God. I can’t do this. Oh my God.”

But there is no escape! You hurry, sweating profusely, to your laptop. You start the Zoom meeting and wait for your client to arrive, chewing your thumbnail until it bleeds, a scarlet semicircle of dull warm pain, a crescent moon like spilled merlot. You glance at your notepad again. David Mills, 25, married, anxiety upon relocating to a new city and beginning employment there.

Wait.

You confirm with a quick Google search in a new tab. David Mills was the protagonist in Se7en.

You sit back in your swivel chair, eyes narrowed with suspicion. The blue-white luminance of the screen glows on your face like moonlight. Your client is either a coincidence or a liar.

So what? People lie. People lie about therapy especially. So he wants some anonymity. Big deal.

“Strange,” you murmur to yourself.

You have no further opportunity to mull it over. A gratingly cheerful ding announces your client’s arrival in the Zoom meeting waiting room. No avatar, name still listed as David Mills.

“Okay. Okay. It’s fine. Here we go.”

You shake the tremors out of your hands and admit him. He pops onto the screen like a bloom of ironweed, like fireworks on the Fourth of July. It’s nighttime wherever he is. The background is dark and indistinct, shadowy; lamplight cascades across his face, topaz and fool’s gold. You are startled to realize that you already know him. And his name is definitely not David Mills.

“…Aegon?!”

He grins, sly and cocky but never cruel. “Hey.”

“Aegon Targaryen??!!”

“That’s me!” he concurs brightly. “What’s up, Stargirl?”

And instantly, you are transported back to almost exactly one year ago: a rooftop bar downtown, neon signs coiled in shades of violet and rhodonite and sapphire, night wind, constellations, ice clinking in misty glasses, locks of his hair skating between your fingers, the sting of his teeth on your throat, the Weeknd. “Hey,” you say softly. And then again, with more enthusiasm: “Hey! I saw you on Good Morning America last week!”

“Yeah? Was I good?”

“Jace was good. You were slightly offkey.”

“Aw shit. I usually am.”

“That’s okay. You’re the hot loser, right? That’s your character?”

“That’s me, baby. That’s why it works so well.”

It’s impossible: time has passed, thousands of miles have opened up between you, and yet it’s like he’s right here in the room, he never arrived, he never left, he’s always been here for life to grow up around like the framework of a house, a trellis, a skeleton. “How did you find me?”

“I couldn’t remember your name, but I figured you must have finished school by now. So I Googled therapists in Kansas City. Do you know how many there are?”

“500,” you guess.

“712,” Aegon says. “At least, that’s how many I scrolled through before I found your photo.”

“Wow.” You’re smiling; you can’t take your eyes off him. A lot of girls have that problem. That’s why he’s worth $100 million. “Couldn’t remember my name, huh? I guess I didn’t make much of an impression.”

He chuckles, a little bashfully, sweeping his blond hair off his face. “No. No, you definitely made an impression.”

So did he. In the downstairs bathroom of the bar, tucked beneath a staircase, stark white florescent lights and red walls, lip biting and ripped seams on your dress. He’d finished in approximately thirty seconds—which, oddly, felt more like a compliment than anything else—and then promptly snapped off the condom, dropped to his knees, and went down on you until you came not once but twice, a rarity for you. But that wasn’t the best part. Afterwards you’d gone back up to the roof together, sat in a quiet corner booth until the bar closed, talked about anything and everything with your bodies folded unconsciously into each other, origami, blended watercolors, whispers and murmurs, your palm on his thigh, his fingertips ghosting the underside of your wrist.

“So,” Aegon says through the laptop screen. “Are you, like, kind of unemployed currently?”

“No,” you reply, palpably defensive. Embarrassing! “I’m clearly working right now. You literally made a virtual appointment with me. I’m just…getting my practice off the ground.”

“Yeah but you seem lowkey unemployed.”

“You are so fucking rude.” But you’re laughing.

“I’m just saying, you had a lot of appointment times available. A lot.”

“I’m recruiting clients!” you exclaim. “I’m not like you. I can’t simulate sex with microphone stands to sell tickets.”

“That was one time!”

You smirk at him, eyebrows raised.

“That was…four times. That I recall.”

“I’m a professional. A serious, grown-up, certified professional.”

“You’re a glorified hobo, admit it.”

“You’re a dollar store Harry Styles.”

“Fuck,” he sighs, clutching his chest. “Okay you win.”

“Why did you do this? Why did you track me down in order to make some fraudulent therapy appointment?”

Now Aegon is something you’ve never seen from him before. He’s nervous. “I, uh…I need your help.”

“Really?”

“Well, not me specifically,” he amends. “We need your help. Comet does.”

Comet. What he means—what screaming fans all over the world mean when they drop this name in Reddit threads or Twitter hashtags or Tumblr gifsets—is the boy band Comet Donati. Three albums, five members: Aegon, Jace, Luke, Cregan, Daeron. The lineup has changed recently. Everyone knows why. “Help with what?”

“I mean…I’m sure you heard about what happened.”

“Yeah,” you say, somber now. Six months ago a piece of rigging collapsed during soundcheck at the Nippon Budokan in Tokyo. It hit Aemond, costing him six inches of flesh on the left side of his face, his sight in one eye, and his position as the undisputed, archetypal fearless leader of Comet. The celebrity gossip sites had reported that he was taking time off to recover, and then that his younger brother Daeron would be filling in for him at a few shows, and then suddenly Daeron was the fifth member of the band, and everyone was so charmed by his distinctly buoyant, sunshine-and-rainbows quality that Aemond faded from the discourse almost entirely, a ghost, a phantom, an antiquated word like telegraph or courtship or laudanum.

“So things are different now,” Aegon continues. “Things are…not always easy. And I think it might be a good idea to have you around.”

“Look, I’m not…like…” How can you put this? It’s something you have difficulty admitting out loud. “I’m not a real therapist, you know? You’re right, Aegon. I’m basically unemployed. I’m fresh out of my master’s program, I don’t have anywhere near the kind of experience that someone would need to adequately help Comet. So, maybe I could recommend some people to you, but other than that I don’t think I can—”

“It has to be you,” Aegon says.

You shake your head, gazing through the screen at him, through the space and the time. “Why?”

“When Comet performed in Kansas City…when we met at the bar that night…” He is hushed, meditative. “I don’t really remember what we talked about. But I remember exactly how you made me feel.” He smiles, the sort of smile you didn’t know he had in him: soft, pure, nostalgic, without edges. “I think Aemond could use some of that.”

The walls fall down around you, this apartment, this city, this life. “Where are you right now?”

“Capri.”

“Where?”

“Capri,” he says again, amused. “But we’ll be in Rome tomorrow. You can meet us there.”

“In Rome,” you repeat, like it’s Mars or one of Jupiter’s moons.

“Catch the next flight out. The band can reimburse you. We’ll get you a contract of some sort. Nothing too long-term, so you won’t be locked in or anything. A few months. Then we can reassess.”

“Okay, but…I don’t feel comfortable serving as an official therapist to you or anyone else in Comet, Aegon. The circumstances are less than orthodox. And not just because of the…um…bar bathroom situation.”

“Fine, whatever.” He’s high on the victory; the details don’t matter so much.

“Okay,” you say. And then again, giggling wildly at the ludicrousness of it all: “Okay! I guess I’ll see you in Rome tomorrow!”

“Cool. Let me give you my WhatsApp.” You exchange information, and then he grins at you, crafty and radiant through the screen. “You’re gonna love Aemond. He’s so fucked up. He’s like Disney World for therapists.”

“We’ll see,” you reply distractedly, already opening Expedia in a new tab.

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The Midwest, the East Coast, the Atlantic Ocean, the Mediterranean Sea, Southern Europe, green to blue and then green again as the plane descends into the Leonardo da Vinci Airport of Rome. You roll your single carry-on bag through the corridors, peering out the windows at cloudless cerulean skies and towering stone pines. Aegon meets you at the bottom of an escalator. He’s wearing cargo shorts, a neon green tank top, and matching Crocs. He’s slightly chubbier than you remember, just as beautiful, just as chaotically charismatic, the sun made flesh. He’s standing with a man you don’t recognize.

“Benvenuta, bella!” Aegon proclaims, nearly tackling you with a hug before taking your bag. He smells like beer, sunscreen, Axe body spray, summer air that unfurls warm and golden in the lungs.

“Oh, thank God,” the other man—possibly Italian, definitely gorgeous—exhales with great relief. “Aegon said he needed to meet someone at the airport and I was 90% sure that you would be a drug dealer. But you do not look like a drug dealer. You’re not a…are you a…?”

“No, I’m definitely not a drug dealer.”

“Okay. Great. Hello.” He extends a hand, tan and muscley. “I’m Criston, I’m the tour manager. It is my job to keep everyone alive and uninjured.”

“Four out of five isn’t bad,” Aegon says. And then, when Criston is clearly distressed by it: “Uh, anyway, there’s an Escalade waiting outside.”

The SUV is massive and black with tinted windows. As you follow Aegon into the backseat, several paparazzi appear on the sidewalk and begin snapping photos, calling out to you and expelling rapid-fire white flashes like lightning. Aegon ignores them. You’ve been travelling all day, and the sun is setting now in Rome. The sky is the color of embers, autumn leaves, Saturn. Criston climbs into the passenger seat and gives instructions to the driver. The Escalade wheels out of Arrivals, paparazzi sprinting down the sidewalk after it to take a few final pictures.

“So,” Aegon says, smiling. He pops open the mini fridge and hands you an ice-cold can of San Pellegrino. “Do you have a boyfriend back in Kansas? Or, maybe, boyfriends?”

“Missouri,” you correct him automatically. “And no. None worth mentioning.” A guy you’ve had lunch with twice, a guy you made out with at an Olive Garden, a guy you hooked up with back at UChicago who you’re still texting, guys who flit in and out of your mind like birds through the sky, impermanent, inconsequential.

“You still on the pill?”

“Yes.” You’re not offended. Aegon is teasing, and so are you. It occurs to you that talking to Aegon is a bit like talking to yourself; there are no awkward lulls, and he rarely says anything that shocks you. “But that’s not why I came to Rome.”

“That’s fine. That’s not why I invited you.”

As the Escalade zooms by iconic landmarks—the Spanish Steps, the Pantheon, the Piazza del Popolo—you ask Aegon about them. He has no idea; he makes things up instead.

“That’s the duck waterpark,” he says as you pass a fountain that’s over 1,000 years old. Then he points to a naked statue of an extremely buff Mercury. “That’s me before I started eating carbs again.” His only snippet of accurate trivia comes as you drive by the twilight-lit Colosseum. “Holy shit, that’s where Taylor Swift made out with Tom Hiddleston!”

“Surely more important things have happened there at some point in the past two millennia.”

“I doubt it,” Aegon replies, frowning out the Escalade window, taciturn. “I wish I got to make out with Taylor Swift in the Colosseum.”

Comet Donati is staying at the Anantara Palazzo Naiadi Rome Hotel, which closely resembles a palace. When the Escalade stops at the front doors, you drag your luggage out onto the cobblestones.

“No no no,” Criston says, grabbing the rolling suitcase from you. He gives it to a white-gloved butler along with a room number and then escorts you and Aegon to the top floor. It’s not until the three of you are in the elevator that you realize you are still wearing your highly unsophisticated travel-day attire: yoga pants, flip flops, a tie-dye hoodie with Louis Tomlinson’s face on it that you purchased from Etsy last winter. Aegon catches you scrutinizing your reflection in the mirrors that line the inside of the elevator.

“Traitor,” he says with a grin, massaging your shoulders. His eyes lock with yours in the mirror. His touch is—just as it was a year ago at that bar in Kansas City when you were home from school on break and he was a transient visitor, fleeting like a rainstorm—familiar somehow, pleasant and comforting but not profound, welcome without being necessary.

“Don’t hate him ‘cause you ain’t him. When was the last time you wrote a #1 hit single?”

“Never,” Aegon readily admits. “Although I got into the Top 5 in Norway once.” No, everyone knows that Aemond was Comet’s Louis Tomlinson: their best songwriter, their relatively unproblematic and grounded team captain, their protector, their compass. And now he has no official place in the band at all.

When the elevator doors open, Criston leads you and Aegon down the hallway to a bustling suite. Inside there are white leather couches and gold-colored lounge chairs, a bar, a staircase that leads up to the loft bedroom, people wandering in and out of air that is hazy with whispers and cigarette smoke. There are men in suits, women in short tight dresses, leather and velvet and sequins. You are woefully underdressed. Fortunately, so is Aegon. He is greeted with a dizzying array of cheers, waves, and toasts. Someone shoves an emerald green bottle of Peroni into his grasp. Kesha’s Your Love Is My Drug is vibrating through the speakers mounted on the wall: “What you’ve got, boy, is hard to find, I think about it all the time…”

“Hey, hey, listen up!” Aegon shouts, stepping on top of an ottoman, and the chatter lowers in volume like a radio being turned down.

You scan the smokey room until you’ve located all five current Comet Donati members: Aegon the disaster playboy, Luke the sensitive and kindhearted one, Daeron the energetic ray of sunshine, Jace the heir apparent in the power vacuum created by Aemond’s departure, Cregan the brooding, mysterious, sexy Northern Englishman. You know them, and yet you don’t. You know the characters they play, their reputations, their public personas…but that doesn’t mean you know them. Aegon is the only man you spoke to at the rooftop bar that night in Kansas City a year ago. So far, the mythical version of him seems quite consistent with reality.

Cregan is slumped at one end of the couch by the window and knocking back shots of what appears to be straight vodka. In the night sky beyond the glass, you can see stars and the illuminated Rome skyline: modern skyscrapers, ancient rubble. At the other end of the couch is Aemond. He’s smoking, drinking something iced and bloody pink, hunched over with his elbows on his knees, all in black like he’s trying to disappear. His left eye, the blind one, is an ethereal cloudy blue that reminds you of renderings you’ve seen of Neptune, Uranus, exoplanets, the Earth from space. He glances up at you and holds your gaze for just a few seconds too long. Then he looks away, bewildered, taking a drag off his cigarette.

Aegon introduces you to the room as you stand beside the ottoman, awkward and ashamed in your Louis Tomlinson hoodie. “She’s a friend,” Aegon says. “And she’s also a therapist.”

“Good, you need one!” Jace shouts through cupped hands, and there are tipsy titters and guffaws.

“Not for me,” Aegon snaps. “For you deranged bitches.”

As Aegon descends from the ottoman—klutzily, stumbling, clutching onto Criston like a baby lemur to its mother—Luke approaches to present himself. He has a mess of dark curly hair that falls over his face and large, honest eyes. There’s a black spiral notebook and a white gel pen in his left hand. He offers you his right. “Hi! I’m Luke Velaryon.”

“Yeah, I know. I spend a lot of time on Comet’s Spotify page.”

He groans. “I look so bad in that header photo.”

“I don’t think so.”

“It’s the nose. I have a pug nose. The label has been trying to convince me to get it fixed for years.” He turns to a girl who is practically hiding behind him: arrestingly beautiful in a fragile sort of way, gentle like a doe. “Maybe you can help Rhaena talk to people.”

“I have social anxiety,” she explains apologetically. Her voice is very quiet yet lyrical. There are weights tied to her confession, years of shame and despair. Luke throws an arm across her shoulders and hugs her to him, touching his forehead briefly to hers.

“That’s okay.” You give Rhaena a reassuring smile. “It’s super common, and there are a lot of strategies you can try that might make it more manageable.”

“It wasn’t a big deal at first, you know?” Rhaena says. It comes out in a rush like water through a cracked dam. Luke looks astonished but pleased. You have been known to have this effect upon people, a compulsive sort of disclosure that drains, empties, unburdens. Aegon is watching from several feet away, beaming between swigs of Peroni. “Luke and I met before he got famous and we could just hang out around the neighborhood. Ice cream, public parks, Pret a Manger, riding the Tube together. But now…now he’s always meeting new people and there are all these events I’m supposed to go to with him, and I can’t sleep properly for days leading up to each one, and half the time I end up hiding in the bathroom or being too nauseous to eat anything, and…”

Jace is at the bar and slurping a vesper: shoulder-length curls, flashy blazer with nothing underneath it, a contemplative appraisal of you. There’s a stunning girl sitting beside him that he’s not listening to.

As you are explaining the potential benefits of exposure therapy to Rhaena and Luke, Daeron bursts through the crowd to greet you. He’s their Niall Horan: warm, uncomplicated, disarmingly friendly, beachy blond hair, a golden retriever on two legs. He hugs you—spiritedly, like Aegon did—and then compliments your flip flops.

“So you’re our new therapist?” Daeron says eagerly, like this is something he knows they’ve needed.

“Well, I’m a therapist, but I’m not really your therapist. Because I can’t hang out with you guys all the time and also be your therapist. It’s unethical. But Aegon thought I might have some good ideas, I guess. In a strictly unofficial capacity.”

“Okay! Cool! And you and Aegon are…friends?”

“Um…yeah. Sort of.”

“Remember that show in Kansas City last summer?” Aegon tells Daeron. He’s supernaturally gifted at making everything sound blissfully casual, like there couldn’t possibly be more to the story. “I met her at the bar we went to afterwards.”

“Totally,” Daeron says. “Great city. Awesome barbeque.”

Criston asks him: “So, uh, how��s your mom doing?”

Daeron is puzzled. “Fine…?”

“Criston, please stop asking about my mom,” Aegon says. “It’s getting weird. It’s been weird. It was weird four years ago and it’s weird now. She has a husband.”

“Yeah, but is that…you know…is that still going well?”

“Yes, Criston.”

“Fantastic,” Criston mutters, pouring himself a Scotch. He uses the glass to gesture to you. “So what the hell am I supposed to bill her as? Aegon’s friend?”

“She’s a…” Aegon considers this, waving his Peroni around in the air. “Human resources mental health consultant.”

“She’s a what?”

“She helps resolve both intra and interpersonal conflict.”

“That sounds imaginary.”

“Well then you figure something out!” Aegon says, exasperated. “Isn’t this what you get paid for? To make problems go away? To keep us happy? To stop us from killing each other? You figure it out.” He saunters off to grace the drunken masses with his presence. Criston sighs and goes to stand by the wall with a herd of stone-faced businessmen in suits, record label guys, guys who only know how to see the world in terms of contract clauses and account balances.

Rhaena goes to stand by Jace’s companion, who—as you conjure up vague recollections of celebrity gossip sites—is named something like Bella or Bailey. Daeron is commandeered by a gaggle of adoring Italian women. Luke is showing Aemond something in his notebook: black pages, sparkly white ink. Aemond is nodding and giving critique, not that saccharine, generic, brainless kind of praise but authentic encouragement: try to think of a more specific word here, move that line up to the first verse, I love the use of this metaphor. Aemond’s voice dredges up memories you didn’t know you had of him on talk shows, in YouTube compilations, in songs you’ve been streaming on Spotify for years. Smoke drifts from his lips. Ice jangles in his organ-pink cocktail. And again, he looks up at you, inhaling poison as Luke makes his opal-ink edits.

“What’s that drink called?” you ask the bartender, and he squints across the room to where Aemond is seated on the snow-colored leather couch to discern it.

“A Bramble,” he says. “It’s named after blackberry bushes.”

“Can I get one?”

“Sure.”

You procure your drink and when Luke leaves the couch, you whizz past him like a meteor as you walk towards it.

“Hey,” Cregan flings impassively, not knowing why you’re here, not caring either.

“Hey,” you return.

And then you sit down next to Aemond, deliberately on his blind side. He glances over at you, his brow crinkling with confusion. Because—surely, undoubtedly—no one ever speaks about his injury, but it’s veined through everything they do, it’s a perpetual undercurrent that steers his life and yet cannot be voiced without breaching those vigilantly constructed levees of propriety. It’s the elephant in every room. It’s a ghost rattling doorknobs and tapping on windows. And sometimes the only way to free yourself of something is to throw the cage door wide open and set it loose.

“I accidentally wore your competitor’s merch,” you say. “I didn’t want you to have a good view.”

Aemond laughs, and the strangest thing happens: everyone in the room turns to look. On their faces are expressions of shock, bafflement, relief, wonder. Aemond shifts so he’s facing you, one elbow propped on the back of the couch. He sips the Bramble in his right hand, puffs on the cigarette in his left. And there it is, what people like to call a spark, but it’s something deeper than that: organic chemistry, neurotransmitter plumes, wells of marrow that sing to each other from beneath the darkness.

You nod to his cigarette, Benson & Hedges according to the shimmery gold pack that lays open on the glass coffee table. “You think that makes you cool?”

“I know it does,” he says. His gaze flicks down to your Louis Tomlinson hoodie…or what’s under it, perhaps. “Wouldn’t work on you though. Too far gone.”

You hold out your hand. After a few seconds, Aemond passes you his cigarette. You—very stoically, very nonchalantly—take a single drag and then erupt into a coughing fit, eyes watering, lungs gasping, surrendering the cigarette emphatically. Humiliating! Irredeemable!

“Told you,” Aemond notes. But he’s rubbing your back with a hand that is large and strong and yet careful. You smile at him. Aemond smiles too.

Criston pulls one of the suit guys aside and says: “Get her on the payroll.”

#aemond x you #aemond x y/n #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen #aemond one eye #aemond targaryen x you #aegon targaryen ii #aegon x reader #aegon targaryen #aegon ii targaryen #aegon x you #aegon x y/n #hotd fanfic #hotd

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Are your requests actually open for bullfrog? If so, is it alright to request for yandere headcanons of him? ( or oneshot if that fits more to your liking! ) With human reader that possibly works for eden?

It doesn't has to be anything bloody! Any yandere scenarios that fits him are fine, You can change the scenario if you want it too

And sorry if im misunderstood it! You can just delete this request if i did so!

A/N: Yandere looks so out of character of him. But I give it a try for you dear anon~ Yan!Bullfrog and a worker of Eden? (It's not like humans and hyberds already have a complex realationship enough) Oh jeez. We are going in a big rollercoster ride here, so buckle up your seats guys! 😏👀☕️💦

I need one more thing to say. There is a similar ask like this one. A reader working for Eden. So I'm gonna change this request a slightly bit, so both wouldn’t cross much. I hope that's alright for you :)

AND SO SORRY THIS IS SO SHORT AAAA--

Bullfrog x h!reader HEADCANON-ish? (It's a bit diffucult to tell with what I write here :')

Warnings: blood, dead bodies, possesive behaviour, ooc

Masterlist

Word Count: 1.1k

Taglist: @blorbostation @eateableworm @livelaughluvvfaithyy @darkchanx @astoraa

Btw does anyone want to be in the tag list?

Dear anons; I would really appreciate it if you could choose an emoji while sending your asks and requests (and stick with it) so I can tell you apart. Thank you~

×Anouncment: I am no longer writing for Yangere Bullfrog. It's so out of character of him and I don't want that. Please don't ask me to write about it again my dear readers~ Thank youu. (I'm also so bad at writing yanderes oh my god 😭)

You both already knew each other when it all started

"Hey, do you have any gum?”

"Gum?" You glance at your soldier friend.

"Yeah, I like to chew on them. Do you have any?”

"Uh... no sorry." But you checked on your pockets anyway. Who knows? Maybe you actually have it. Before you can even lift your head a breeze past you.

A breeze? In the middle of the hall where no windows open?

You glance at your side, seeing what is left of your friend on the ground, his throat ripped open as he choked on his own blood and died in mere seconds. You stared at him as his lifeless body lay down motionless.

"I was talking to him.”

"Pas désolé, he is pretty much dead now."

You glance at him unimpressed while he stared up at you with a smile, a sweet sickening one, making you feel annoyed even more. His bloody blades disappearing behind his wrists.

"You need to stop your little visits. They will notice our talks one day. And it's not gonna be pretty for both of us.”

“We never agreed it would be. Qui a dit que ça m'intéressait de toute façon.” He grinned at you as he connected his hands behind his back.

How do you two know each other? Well, you two met when you started to work for Eden, seemingly. You're an agent observing Eden's work and informing your superiors. That's it. That was your job. Being a spy. Dangerous you need to say. Thankfully, if someone notices your act, you know how to fight.

It wasn't long before the assassin and spy met in unfortunate circumstances. Forcing you to fight side by side in a station where both of you are in grave danger. It was in the past now. Either you regret meeting him or not… you weren’t sure.... yet

After that day, he didn't seem to forget about you. Or your purpose. It looks like you managed to catch his attention from the first moments.

He started to show his face whenever he could to the point you can't ignore anymore.

You did get irritated by that a lot of the time, especially in the beginning. But now you just… get used to it? You don’t know. It’s not like he listened when you told him to go.

Thankfully whenever he kills your ‘comrades’ he helps you to not get caught because of his reckless actions? You actually started to think he's doing it on purpose too. Just to stay a bit longer and interact with you more.

You don’t actually care who he kills. You just want him to not ruin your cover.

But when you start to notice every person you talk to starts to disappear or end up dead? You start to worry. Like a lot. How can you not? Your life is on the line.

You know it was him doing it. But you just didn't get why. You are more than capable of handling yourself.

What was he thibking doing all that? Risking your whole mission- YOUR life- To get you caught? There need to be more to it. There is something really wrong with him…

And you were proven right when you found one of your agent friends covered in his own blood, near him only stood and stared Bullfrog while he slowly... died. Like he wanted to teach him a lesson in his own mind.

His blades were bloody. There was something horrible the way he just… stared. What shocked you even more was what he uttered out to the body laying motionless, to the soulless eyes.

“No one… no one can take her away...” he slowly wiped the blood from his mouth.

Your eyes widen with that. How does a normal person would act in this situation? Run away for their life? Scream? Cry? Grow in anger? Probably. But you were a skilled agent. You stepped inside, even you couldn't belive how calm you were, he quickly got aware of your presence and tilted his head with a smirk. He never hid that glint in his eyes.

“Bonjour, mon lumière. How was your day? Good I hope?”

You shook your head, and went straigh to the point, “What have you done?” It was the only thing you could let out at the moment. A lot of things went trhough in your head but you just stood there and actually hoped to hear a manageable answer?

He opened his arms towards you and approached, he actually believed in what he said, “He was going to get in between like all the others. I couldn’t let that happen.”

The more he came closer the more you stepped back, you shook your head, “You are not even making any sense. You are sick, you are—“

You yelled in pain and dropped down on your knees before you could even put up a fight to get away. He cut your ankles. Not actually cut them in two but that still hurted like hell. You hissed and suck in a breath. You grimiced and tighten your fist. You are not going to show any weakness to him.

You panted in pain as he held you in his arms, caressing your back. You growled in anger on his shoulder, wiggling in his strong hold, trying to get away but he didn't even move an inch and continued holding you tightly, not very affected. How could he be so strong?

“Don’t worry, ma vie. You will soon understand that I’m freeing you from the burden of working under an organization as vile as Eden. You’ll be at peace with me. I promise." He caressed your head ‘lovingly’. “Nous serons ensemble pour toujours.”

Your angry yell muffled in his chest. As his eyes stared blankly into space with a smile on his lips.

Everything got so much worse after that...

#bullfrog x reader #bullfrog #captain lazerhawk spoilers #captain lazerhawk #reader #x reader #allenwrites #yandere #headcanon #oneshot #I can't write yandere bullfrog #captain laserhawk #I fuck it up Qwq

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Fluffruary Day 1 - Breath Taking First Glance

(First Sight)

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Warning This includes: SFW (Read Tags Before Continuing)

Tags: sfw, fluff, first sight, love at first sight, romance, romantic, rafayel, love and deepspace, merfolk, merman, under the sea, art, artwork

Word Count: 1,796

Feature: Rafayel x Fem! Reader

Theme: First Sight

@fluffruaryprompts

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Chapter 2

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Chapter 1

Your friends had been telling you about this art museum in town. However you never really much cared for art but you were tired of hearing them so you agreed to check it out that weekend. You got up that Saturday morning and didn't go all out on your makeup or clothing, just comfy jeans and nice shirt, some eyeliner and lip gloss and go. Its not like you planned on picking someone up in a art gallery that is the last place you would think to do that. So you get there and you are surprised how so many people are into art and you keep hearing people talk about this Rafayel guy who is supposed to be the main artist in todays gallery. You tried to find anywhere on the pamphlet you grabbed when you came in for a last name but you thought guess he is so popular he doesn't need a last name like the singer Prince. This made you laugh cause at least he isn't just a symbol.

You look over the pamphlet and go from each art piece to the next based on what it says about each of them. There wasn't much standing out to you til you got to this mural on the wall of the depths of the ocean. It had fish, dolphins, whales and merfolk in it and you were drawn to this piece like no other. So many had passed this one by but this was it, this piece talked to you. The thought of merfolk as a kid interested you like no other and whales and dolphins are some of your favorite creatures. You were taking it all in when you heard a voice "That is one of my favorites as well." You quickly wiped the tears that were trickling in your eyes away then look back at this man. He was so handsome, the purple hair casting a slight shadow across his face, his purple mix tented eyes were captivating, his skin looked soft and silky with a creamy tone, he was tall and had broad shoulders and absolutely the most beautiful man you had ever seen in your life. For the first time you felt like you believed in love at first sight. You were caught up in his looks you found your eyes settling on his soft plush lips that looked like they were so kissable.

He cleared his throat and you snapped out of it, you fumbled dropping the pamphlet. "Um yeah I think I love you too.. I mean I love it too.." You were so embarrassed your words were gone, your mind couldn't think about anything but him which caused you to mess up what you were saying, you sighed. He chuckled "Your cute, whats your name?" You smile and your face is own fire at the way he is looking at you, you're now questioning if you even remember your name. You push through and you catch his gaze, your cheeks still flushed "My, name is Y/N what about you?" He smiles at you then turns and walks away, you are so shook, what just happened. You were sure you messed it up with the fumble of your words, your eyes direct back to the painting and sigh.

About that time he walks back over to you holding a picture frame in his hand which left you curious. He turned it around and it was a picture of him then underneath it said his name Rafayel, then he pointed to the painting the plaque on the wall under the painting said the same. "Oh! Oh my god! Your.....H-him?!?" He smiles and nods "Thats right, but you, are the first to take alot of notice in this one picture and I am curious why. Do you have plans after this?" You couldn't believe he was standing right here in front of you, he was someone famous and you surely weren't drop dead gorgeous yet he wants to take you out and talk. Then you started wondering is it just cause the picture or is he actually interested in you. "N-no..." He chuckles, then reaches for your hand and pulls you with him. You gladly follow along not sure why, but you know your heart is beating so loudly you are sure he can hear it.

He walks you out the back door and walks you out towards the open beach that lays behind the art gallery. You are trying to keep up he is walking much faster than you yet still holding your hand. As you reach the waters edge he looks back at you as he releases your hand. "What does the ocean mean to you, the creatures in it?" He says with a more serious tone to it as he looks out in to the blue sea. Your not sure what he wants but you tell him about your love of the ocean and the sea creatures in it. He is now looking at you with such fascination yet doesn't say anything. You are hesitant on the last part thinking he might think your crazy..."Also merfolk I have been in love with the idea they exist since I was a little girl. So when I look out at the ocean I hope that deep down they do and your art made me feel like that hopeful little girl again." His face softly flushed pink, his ears had a tint of red to them to. He was embarrassed like he had some secret he wanted to tell you but wasn't sure how too.

"I'm going to trust you, because some reason I feel like I can." His words were shaky as he pulled out his hand blowing into and little blue fish swam around in thin air. You were so captivated by this magic you couldn't take your eyes off it and when you went touch, it faded. "W-What...was that?" He could see as you asked the curiosity and dreamy look in your eyes flickered. He took your hand and walked you towards the ocean as you walked further out you were starting to get scared. He could feel you start to tremble he turned back giving you a big hug and whispering in your ear "Trust me I will protect you, I just want to show you the world you have dreamed of does exist."

You let you heart rate relax as he said these words, you were going to trust him and you just didn't understand its like the moment you laid eyes on him it was like your heart was home, like it had found the missing half of your puzzle however you knew nothing about him and this all surprised you. Right now you were following a strange man you met over a hour ago into the ocean where you can't even swim, this could be the last day you breathe on earth yet your following him blindly. You realize love at first sight is blinder than you could imagine. As you get to where the water is about to go over your head, he is still holding you close as he looks at you and his eyes light up a beautiful bright blue. You are so alarmed by this but you never pull away because even though he has some kind of magic he is still holding you tight preventing you from falling.

He looks at you smiling with those pretty illuminated eyes staring back at you, now you find your smiling back at him. "Ready for the best part?" He says with a playful sound to his voice, you nod yes and he takes you into his arms picking you up as you look up at him he leans in and kisses your lips softly. You weren't expecting this but you kiss him back, then you realized he wasn't making out with you he was doing it to help you breathe. When he pulled away after a moment he chuckled, "There will be plenty of time for kisses, I promise." You were embarrassed that you thought he was trying to make out with you. Your face felt like it was on fire and you were sure your cheeks were probably really red by now. He plunges under the water and you go to gasp and no sooner you get under the water you realize your not drowning, you can breathe under the water yet your confused why.

You reach up touching your lips as you look at him his glowing eyes looking back you. You notice scale like area on the back of his neck such a sparkly blue, when your eyes finally look down. You see the most beautiful fanned out mer tail and you gasp. Then look back in his eyes "Wow...Your beautiful!" He smiled at her as he swayed his tail back and fourth keeping them in the same area. He held you close to him as he began to swim across the ocean bottom, you saw schools of fish flipping by, coral reefs lined the bottom area near rocks and tropical looking plants. The water made everything practically shimmer down below. You were so mesmerized how this world you hoped for so long existed and he showed you a world you only dreamed of. He eventually took you back to the beach and soon as he switched back to human his eyes flipped back to normal as well.

Once you were back standing in front of him on the ocean sand you look up at him and reach out for his hand. He meets you pulling you close to him. "Is this real? Are you real?" You had to ask because this seemed like some kind of fairy tale there was no way it was all real. "It is real, I am a merman. I am trusting you to keep that secret, but I want to see you again. Is that ok?" You were shocked by his request you wanted to see him again in and out of the water, you wanted to run away with him at this point but you didn't dare tell him that you didn't want to scare him. You nodded "Yes I want to see you again too. Can we go on a date maybe tomorrow?" You were surprised you were able to get that out and he smiled at you with the brightest smile you would ever see. "We will meet here at 3pm then, for now I have to go. Thank you for today, Y/N." As you waved goodbye you watched him walk to the gallery and back inside. You stood there flushed in the face, still soaking wet. You were excited to see what tomorrow would bring.

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loveroftoomanyfandoms · 11 days

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Sweet on You, Chapter 5

Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader

Story Summary: HERE

Warnings/Tags: Sugar Daddy!Matt Murdock, Idiots to Lovers, No Age Gap, Alternating PoV, No Use of Y/N

Word Count: ~2k

A/N: None for this chapter except enjoy!

(Divider by the superb @theradioactivespidergwen !)

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How does Italian sound for tomorrow night? I was thinking Casa Italia over on 51st.

You couldn't help but smile as you noticed the text notification from Matt on your phone.

He had apparently texted you several hours prior but you had been busy taking notes for Mr. DiStefano during a meeting with an important client most of the morning and had just gotten a second to breathe before having to go pick up lunch for the partners (because God forbid they be willing to pay a few extra bucks for delivery and tip instead of sending you to go fetch it).

That sounds great, you replied. What time and where did you want to meet?

You put your phone back into your pants pocket and gathered your purse, then stopped by your boss's office. “Excuse me, Mr. DiStefano, I'm heading out to go pick up your lunch.”

Mr. DiStefano nodded. “As soon as you get back I need you to input the payments that came in this morning and bring the checks to the bank since you didn't do it earlier.”

Your eye twitched. The reason you hadn't done the deposit yet was because right after you had signed for the incoming checks and the courier had left you had been called into that 3-hour meeting. As it was, you'd barely had time to lock the envelopes in your top desk drawer and forward the main phone line to voicemail before Mr. DiStefano was exaggeratedly sighing while looking at his watch.

You plastered a fake smile on your face. On top of still needing to do the day's deposit you also had to transcribe the notes you had taken during the meeting while they were still semi-fresh in your mind, return phone calls, forward voicemails, schedule more meetings, and prepare and send the day’s invoices. “Of course, sir.”

You continued down the hall towards Mr. Williams’s office, passing the doorway without stopping when you heard him and Mr. Abbott laughing together in Mr. Abbott’s office.

“...So then she goes -- she goes, ‘oh, okay’ and drinks it anyway!” Mr. Abbott was saying. “Dumb as a box of rocks, but at least she had a nice rack.”

You rolled your eyes before stopping in front of his office. What a tool.

You knocked on the doorframe. “Excuse me, Mr. Abbott?”

Mr. Abbott paused and looked past Mr. Williams to you. “Yes?”

You fought to keep your smile. “I'm sorry to interrupt, but I'm just letting you both know that I'm going to go pick up your lunches now.”

Mr. Williams, who had also turned towards you once he realized you were in the doorway, nodded.

Mr. Abbott dug his wallet out of his pocket and handed you a laundry pickup ticket. “While you're out, pick up my dry cleaning for me. Thanks, dollface.”

What you wanted to say was ‘fuck you and your fucking dry cleaning’ but instead you forced yourself to remain calm. “Sure thing, Mr. Abbott. Mr. Williams, do you need anything else while I'm out?”

Mr. Williams glanced at Mr. Abbott briefly before looking back at you and shaking his head. “Not at the moment, no.”

You nodded. “Okay then, I'll be back soon.”

Your smile dropped as soon as you turned away from the doorway. There goes any chance of me having a lunch break. At least by some miracle all three of the partners had ordered from the same restaurant today so you (probably) wouldn't be late getting back.

You took a deep breath. It'll be fine.You got this.

You made sure that the phone was still forwarding to voicemail then headed out.

You waited until you had gotten down the block a ways before you took your phone out of your pocket, pulled up your contacts, and pressed the dial button.

You put your phone up to your ear as it began to ring.

“Sky’s the Limit Tech Consulting, this is Roxanne,” said the voice on the other end.

You smiled at the sound of Roxy’s voice. She was the little sister you had never had -- despite your 11-year age difference the two of you had grown close over the three and a half years she had worked at DiStefano and Associates. “Hi, Rox.”

Roxy said your name. “Oh my gosh, hi!”

“Is this a bad time?”

“For you? Never. Just give me a second.”

You heard Roxy set the phone down and close her office door.

She picked the receiver back up. “Okay, I'm back. What's up?”

“I just needed someone to vent to for a minute.”

“Still haven't replaced me and Tab yet, huh?”

You sighed deeply. “No, and it'd be one thing if they'd at least mention advertising your positions, but I haven't even heard a peep. I'm honestly starting to feel like they aren't even going to bother replacing you, because why go through the trouble of replacing the two people they lost when they can save money by just running me ragged instead?”

“I'm so sorry, I feel terrible leaving you by yourself. Maybe I should have stayed there instead of accepting my position here.”

You shook your head. “Nope. Not hearing that. You worked your ass off in order to earn your master's degree so you could get your dream job in Silicon Valley. You didn't know Tabitha was going to get fired 2 days after you left New York or that DiStefano was going to decide that 1 assistant was enough for all 3 of them.”

“Still, I feel bad leaving you to have to deal with all 3 partners by yourself.”

You rolled your eyes. Despite the fact that she had been absolutely useless, it had almost been worth having Tabitha around just to distract Abbott from hitting on and making gross, sexist comments towards you. “Ugh, yeah. Abbott just ordered me to pick up his dry cleaning while I'm out getting the partners lunch today and called me ‘dollface’.”

“Eww.”

“And DiStefano pulled me into a 3-hour meeting this morning in order to take notes then made a passive-aggressive comment about me not having done the daily bank deposit yet.” You sighed. “At least Williams hasn't sexually harassed or made me feel incompetent yet today, but since the day’s only half over there's still a chance!”

Roxy groaned. “Girl, fuck them. Why don't you just quit?”

You shook your head. “You know I can't, not if I want to eat and keep a roof over my head while trying to help my mom with her hospital bills.”

Roxy hummed. “Speaking of that, how's your other job going? Found you a hot, rich ‘companion’ yet?”

You grinned as you thought about Matt. “Actually, yeah, I have.”

Roxy gasped. “Hey, that's great! So what's his name?”

You bit your lip. Roxy was the only person who knew about your S&S profile -- after all, she was the one who had gotten you to join -- but your contract made it clear that you wouldn't reveal the nature of your relationship with Matt to anyone. “I can't tell you. He wants to be discreet so he had me sign a contract saying that I won't tell anyone about him and me.”

“Ooh, is he a celebrity?”

You huffed out a laugh. “No, he's an attorney.”

“Married?”

“Nope. Or at least, he told me he was totally single.”

“And you believe him?”

You thought about how honest and genuine Matt seemed to be so far. “Yeah. Yeah, I actually do. He doesn't seem to be trying to hide me in particular, just how we really met and what our arrangement consists of.” You paused. “Anyway, it's really new. We met up for coffee on Saturday and had dinner together Monday night. He took me to Okinawa.”

Roxy whistled. “Okinawa? Wow, he must be loaded. When are you seeing him again?”

“Tomorrow night after work, actually. We're going to Casa Italia.” Which was again a very nice restaurant but thankfully wasn't nearl y as expensive as Okinawa.

“Ooh, nice. Fingers crossed that everything works out for you and that he doesn't turn out to be a creep.”

“Thanks. He seems really sweet so far.”

You slowed as you reached the restaurant from which you were picking up lunch. “I gotta run, but thanks for listening.”

“Hey, any time. Let's FaceTime soon, okay?”

“Okay. Bye, Rox.”

“Bye.”

You hung up and repocketed your phone, slightly disappointed when you didn't have another text from Matt waiting for you.

Even though your arrangement was strictly business, he made you feel like you mattered -- which was way more than you could say for DiStefano, Williams, and Abbott.

“Hey, how did the emergency hearing go?” Foggy asked as Matt walked into the office.

“The judge granted the retrial,” Matt replied with a relieved sigh. “Now we just have to finish reviewing the rest of the evidence to find everything else we need to get Conrad's conviction overturned.”

He’d had to go to court first thing that morning for an emergency hearing -- a new client of theirs who had been wrongfully convicted of first-degree murder in the double shooting of his former fianceé and her then-husband (who had happened to be a U.S. senator) had been scheduled to be transferred from Rikers to a federal penitentiary in three days, but luckily while reviewing the case Matt had discovered a major discrepancy in what the responding officer had testified to on the stand versus what the police report had stated and managed to convince the judge not only to a retrial, but also to delay the transfer so Matt could have access to his client.

Foggy sighed. “You’d have thought that Sanders would've caught that, especially since his trial notes included what Officer Stanton had stated in his initial report.”

Matt shrugged. He had found in his and Foggy's years of law practice that most of the wrongful conviction cases they had taken on (and won) was because some harried public defender had botched their clients’ cases because of overlooked details (or in more than a few cases, just not caring since they weren't getting paid extra for it). “It happens. Either way I'm sure we'll be able to find what we need.”

“Yeah.” Foggy paused. “So hey, how was your date on Monday? Things were so crazy yesterday that I didn't even get to ask you about it.”

Matt smiled. Even though it hadn't actually been a date he had genuinely had a good time with you and was looking forward to your next evening out. “It was good.”

“And? I want details, man!”

“There really aren't many details to share -- she met me over here, we walked to the restaurant, had a nice dinner, then said goodbye and went our separate ways.”

“That’s it?” Foggy sounded disappointed. “Guess that means no second date then.”

Matt grinned and shook his head. “Actually, we made plans for tomorrow night before we left the restaurant.”

He took his phone out of his pocket and turned it back on. “Which reminds me…”

He waited for it to boot up and smiled when his phone announced that you had replied to his earlier text confirming your plans for dinner.

He tapped at his screen and waited as it read off your reply. “ That sounds great. What time and where would you like to meet?”

He tapped the ‘reply’ button. “ Is 7 PM at the restaurant okay with you?” With the retrial being granted, Matt knew that he would be staying late at the office since he needed to prepare.

“That sounds fine,” his phone dictated when you replied a few seconds later. “I'll see you then.”

“At least tell me about her if you're not going to give me specifics about your date,” Foggy said. “What does she do and is she hot?”

Matt chuckled. “She's an office assistant at an architectural firm not far from here and I really wouldn't know if she was hot, but what I do know is that she's nice and that we have a lot in common.”

“So when can we meet her?”

Matt shrugged. He wanted to make sure you were completely comfortable with his and your arrangement before he introduced you to his friends. “I don't know yet. Maybe in a few weeks? Depends on how things progress.”

He shook his head. “Anyway, let's get busy. We've got a trial to prepare for.”

#lotmf writes #Sweet on You Masterlist #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x f!reader #matt murdock x fem!reader #matt murdock x you

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hoodharlow · 1 year

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The Muffin Man

AN: one thing about me is that I'm gonna start another series on top of the ones I have started lmao 🤪🤪🤪 also, in this universe Devin Booker doesn't exist. He's going to be face claim for OC's older brother in this series <3

Requested? No

Warnings: bad flirting, mentions of cheating but it's all a big misunderstanding on Jack's end and brief mentions of solo smut

Word Count: 3.6k words

It was embarrassing at this point. At his grown age he shouldn't be having crushes, for fucks sake, he's Jack fucking Harlow. Yet here he was palms sweaty, nervous out of his mind to order his drink from the cute cafe owner in his apartment building. She moved into the building a few months ago and bought out the previous cafe owner. Personally, and this isn't because he has a thing for her, but Jack likes the drinks more from her than the previous owner. There was a more authentic vibe to them.

Jack watched her take a tray over to a table where several older women were sitting with matching books. They all complimented her and thanked her for bringing their drinks. She smiled and went back to take orders.

There was only one other person ahead of Jack and Urban. Just as the person was paying Urban's phone rang.

"Shit, I gotta take this. It's the gallery, can you get my usual?" Urban asked.

He didn't wait for Jack to respond; he just walked out to the terrace to answer. It made Jack panic more since Urban was the one who ordered for him. He just paid.

"Next." She said, motioning Jack to step up and order.

"Uh, can I get a strawberry-banana smoothie and a tea to go, please." Jack said nervously. He glanced down at her nametag, pinned nicely on her chest, and said that it said Ynez in cursive.

"What kind of tea?" Ynez asked.

"Oh, just the hottest you have." He said, pulling out his card.

"I meant flavor wise like green, chai, ginger-orange, canela, black, earl gray, matcha–"

Someone walked up to the counter to the food display. It was Ernesto Cruz aka Ernie by everyone, forward for the Atlanta Hawks. He dropped a twenty in the tip jar then grabbed the last blueberry muffin from the display and took a bite.

"Ernie, seriously?" Ynez frowned.

"I'm running late." Ernie said, kissing her temple. "Love you."

“I love you too.” She rolled her eyes as he walked out of the counter. She turned back to Jack. "I'm so sorry about him. He has no home training. any food items I can interest you?"

"Do you have more blueberry muffins?" He asked.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry he took the last one." Ynez said apologetically.

"Oh that's fine." Jack waved her off.

"Now I feel really bad– you know what, your smoothie and tea are on the house." She said, tapping the screen.

"What? No, here." He passed her his card.

"On the house, don't worry about it." She shook her head.

"Fine." He gave in

Jack slipped a twenty in the tip jar when she turned around to get food from the kitchen in the back. He sat at a small table in the back and checked his phone. He looked up Ernie Cruz on Instagram. He didn't have many posts, but he found one from a few years ago of him and Ynez at his college graduation. 'My day one' said the caption. Jack saw that Ynez was tagged and clicked on her @, but much to his dismay, she was private. He sighed and exited out of the app. He couldn’t believe she had a boyfriend and that he was an NBA player. Granted Ynez and Ernie moved into the building at the same time, but Jack never put them together. But at least he now knew he didn't have a chance and could act normal with her.

"Hey, uh, you never told me what kind of tea you wanted." Ynez said, approaching him.

"Just a green tea." Jack said, quietly.

"Okay coming right up." She nodded, writing on the cup. "I truly am sorry about the muffin."

"Don't worry about it." He said, giving her his signature grin.

Ynez felt her cheek flush, panties melt, and stomach drop seeing his smile. She pushed back her hair and pointed back. "I'm, uh, going to get your drink, um, made."

"Thank you." He nodded.

He pretended to stretch his back so he could watch her ass in the tight black jeans she wore. She may be taken, but that wasn't going to stop him from appreciating her body. He was just going to admire from far.

"Look at you, telling her more than three words." Urban said, sitting across from him. "When's the wedding?"

"Shut up." Jack grumbled. "She's got a man."

"Who?" His best friend asked curiously.

"Ernie Cruz." He said.

"Your new neighbor?" Urban folded over laughing. He wiped fake tears. "Man, you have the worst luck.”

“What did the gallery say?” Jack asked to change the subject.

“Everything is going smoothly and they said the opening is set for a few weeks from now." Urban explained. He had submitted some of his photographs into a photography competition. The winner would get a $5000 cash price and the gallery would exhibit the winner's art for two months. He nodded his head to Ynez. "You should ask her to come see the exhibit when it's up."

Jack gave his best friend a pointed look. "Did you not hear me when I said she has a boyfriend?"

Ynez was in her apartment's kitchen making some muffins for Jack Harlow. Technically it's her brother's apartment since he paid for everything, but she was on the lease. Her and Ernie were half siblings. Their dad didn't know condoms existed and got their moms pregnant at the same time. They were born days apart and their family called them the twins as a joke. Their dad ended up marrying Ernie's mom, Morgan, but he still co-parented with Ynez's mom, Gabriela, until she passed when Ynez was eight. They took her in and Ernie's mom raised her like her own. Her family never made her feel left out and she felt loved by them. When she was twelve Ernie's mom legally adopted Ynez. Since then they've been a close family. She was the one who got her into baking. She even passed down her infamous blueberry muffin recipe to Ynez.

Speaking of blueberries, Ynez genuinely felt bad that her brother took the last blueberry muffin when Jack Harlow wanted to buy it. She set the bowl down and went to where she set the blueberries to dry, only to find her brother popping a large handful in his mouth.

“Stop eating them, you’re not gonna leave any for the muffins.” she smacked him with the wooden spoon.

“Dude, that shit hurted.” Ernie rubbed his arm. He grabbed another handful to piss her off. “I doubt your little boyfriend won’t care if it’s not full of blueberries.”

“Jack isn’t my boyfriend. Besides, it's the least I could do since you stole from my shop.”

“I left a very generous tip for those overpriced muffins you sell.” her brother argued.

Ynez turned to Kiko, their two year old doberman and pointed to her brother. “Kiko, bite him for me.”

Kiko lifted his head from his bed and sighed dramatically before going back to sleep.

“What are you doing after you drop off your boyfriend’s muffins?” Ernie asked, buttoning his dress shirt.

“What are you doing later? Got a date?” Ynez eyed him.

“I’m just going out, don’t worry about it Nezzie.” he said.

“One, don’t call me Nezzie and two, I know you have a date. Te conozco.” she said as she folded the blueberries into the batter.

“Think what you want, Nezzie.”He pulled out his wallet and handed her one of his cards. “Get some dinner that isn’t dino nuggets and tater tots. I’ll be back before midnight. Te cuidas.”

“Bye Ernie.” she said.

She knew her brother was lying; he was going on a date. A few weeks since they moved to Atlanta, they ran into his ex at the store when she was finishing up her twelve hour shift at the hospital. She was surprised to see the twins in Atlanta.

Him and Aisha, his ex and Ynez’s best friend at the time, broke up because Ernie was going to Duke to play for their men’s basketball team. Ynez and Aisha stayed in Arizona and went to ASU. Ynez studied communications while Aisha studied nursing. They drifted apart during college since they studied different things and Aisha got more involved in school. Ynez just went to her classes and baked in her free time. After she graduated, she became her brother’s assistant when he got drafted to play for the Suns. He played in Phoenix for a few years then Ernie was traded to the Atlanta Hawks.

After Ynez and Ernie saw Aisha, Ynez reached out and in one of her days off they met up for coffee. The whole time Aisha asked about Ernie but not in the fake way other girls do when it was painfully obvious they only talked to Ynez so they could get on her good side because if she didn’t like them Ernie wouldn’t give them a second glance. Ynez could see that Aisha still had feelings for her brother and vice versa of course.

Ernie was a mess and couldn’t believe that she was in Atlanta as if they still didn’t follow each other and he commented on her post where he congratulated her because she got her dream job. Ynez told him to just hit her up so they could catch up, but his stubborn ass didn’t want to.

She left it alone, not wanting to end up in the middle of it if it got weird. But the last few weeks she picked up on the signs that he was talking to someone. He was pretty open with his phone and would let Ynez use it when she wanted to order food when he was in the shower or just chilling in the living room. Now he kept it at his side at all times and he even changed the passcode. She casually mentioned it to Aisha during one of their coffee hang outs,and she seemed pretty unfazed. That was when Ynez deduced that they were talking again. In addition to the exes having the same dopey grin whenever they would get the text alerts. Now all Ynez needed was confirmation that they were seeing each other.

She scooped batter for her muffins into a muffin tray and let them back in their designated time. Ynez decided to get some dinner. She scrolled through various food delivery apps until she chose QDOBA. Was it her favorite? Not really, but she wasn’t in the mood for anything else nor was she in the mood for Ernie to lecture her on her dino nugget eating habits. Plus it was a good ten minute walk from the apartment building, so she didn’t have to uber or drive.

By the time she finished getting ready, the muffins were ready so she prepped the tupperware container where she was going to put Jack’s muffins in while they cooled down. Ynez carefully placed them in the tupperware and wrote a note for Jack then she placed it on a small lilac envelope, taping it on top of the container lid. She wrestled Kiko into his harness and the two of them made their way to the lobby through the private elevator.

“Good evening Miss Cruz.” Miles, the night doorman, greeted her. He was an older man in late 60s. He reminded her of her grandfather with how friendly he was. When she opened the bakery he was on his way out so she always gave him free coffee and doughnuts after his shift.

“Hi, Miles.” she said, walking over to him. “I had a small favor to ask you.”

“Anything, miss.” he said.

“Could you please deliver these to Jack Harlow?” she asked in a hushed voice. “Earlier he wanted some muffins and you know how Ernie is and he–”

“There’s no need to explain Miss Cruz. I’ll do it.” he nodded.

“Thank you.” Ynez smiled as she walked out with Kiko.

She was too busy confirming her QDOBA order that she didn’t see in front of her and ran into a very tall body. Then Kiko ran around them, trapping them with his leash. Ynez was chest to chest with none other than the muffin man, Jack.

“Hey,” Jack said, giving her a pantymelting smile.

“Hi,” she squeaked, not looking at him.

Fortunately Kiko didn’t tie them tightly so Ynez was able to turn around. Jack bit back a groan when she bent forward to hold onto her dog’s harness and untangle them.

“Sorry about that.” She apologized.

She didn’t give him a chance to answer and she sped walked away. Jack pushed back his curls confused and walked over to Miles.

“Sup, Miles.” he greeted him.

“Good evening Mr. Harlow.” Miles nodded.

“Miles, I’ve been living here for almost two years, please call me Jack.” he said.

“It’s a habit Mr–Jack.” the doorman chuckled. He bent down on his desk and handed Jack a tupperware container. “Miss Cruz wanted me to give you these.”

“Thank you.” Jack nodded.

He had no idea who Miss Cruz was. Once inside his private elevator. He opened the container and saw six large muffins. They were the same ones from Ynez’s bakery. Then it all hit him, Ynez was Miss Cruz. Which meant she was Ernie’s wife.

Jack cursed. Of course with his luck, he had to go and catch feelings for a married woman. His elevator opened and he walked down the hall to his apartment. The top three floors of the building were the penthouses. Each floor had two penthouses. His apartment was 512 and the one on the other end was 510.

Once inside he set the tupperware on the table where he kept his keyes and went to get ready to go out. He had a work dinner with Drama and some other producers. He didn’t feel like going since he spent the whole day in the studio reworking what one of the new engineers did. He walked out and grabbed his keys. That was when he noticed the lilac envelope on top of the tupperware container. He opened it and read the note:

‘I’m really sorry Ernie stole the last muffin. His father didn’t teach him any manners. Hope you like these. Sincerely your neighbor from apt. 510, Ynez’

Of course she had to be his next door neighbor.

Jack had a perfect view of them from where he sat. He stopped paying attention to whatever story Drama was telling. He probably heard it a hundred times beforehand. All his attention was on Ernie and the beautiful woman sitting next to him that was not his wife. He couldn’t believe he would outright cheat on Ynez like that and in public. He should have some decency and get a private room or something.

“Jack, are you paying attention?” one of the producers asked him.

“No, sorry, today was a long day.” Jack apologized. “What were you saying?”

“I was just asking you if you wanted to go with us to this lounge a buddy of mine owns and have some drinks.” he said.

“I think I’m gonna call it a night, but thank you for the invite.” he said.

After dinner Jack drove home. He tried sleeping but he couldn’t. Guilt was eating him alive. He still couldn’t process how or why Ernie would cheat on Ynez. The woman with Ernie was beautiful, there’s no denying it, but that shouldn’t be enough to cheat on someone.

Sleep finally caught up to him and he fell asleep at three in the morning. He woke up around noon and was on autopilot the rest of the day. He came back from the studio that evening tired. All he wanted to do was sleep. When he got in his apartment the first thing he saw was the tupperware container. He took it as a sign to tell Ynez. He placed the muffins in a cake stand where he put all his pastries. He washed the container and made his way across the hall.

He knocked on her door and waited.

Seconds later, she opened the door.

“Hi?” she smiled. Her bathrobe opened, revealing her chest to him.

“Your, uh,” Jack gestured to her bare chest.

“Oh my fuck–I’m so sorry.'' She turned around and tied it. “One second.”

Ynez closed the door. A few minutes later she opened the door, now fully dressed in an ASU hoodie and leggings.

“I am so sorry, I was coming out of the shower when you knocked and–”

“It’s okay, they looked good–shit, I meant, you don’t have anything to be ashamed–”

“How about we start all over, and forget I flashed you.” Ynez suggested.

“That would be great.” Jack grinned.

“Hi, would you like to come in?” she asked.

“Uh, yeah.” he nodded. He followed behind her, eyeing her ass in the tight leggings. He quickly averted his gaze elsewhere and took in the penthouse. It had the same layout as his, but there was a more homey vibe to hers. Her dog came by and sniffed him then retreated back to the living room.

“So what made you journey across the hall?” Ynez asked, pouring them some glasses of agua fresca.

“I brought your container back.” Jack said, sliding the tupperware to her.

“Oh thanks.” she said, taking it. She went to the other side of the kitchen and put it back in its designated stop in the cabinets.

“Is Ernie here?” he casually asked.

“No, he flew to Charlotte, I think, for a game. I’m not too sure. I don’t really keep up with his game schedules.” Ynez said, taking a seat across from him.

“Oh,” he nodded.

“Yeah,” she nodded back.

There was an awkward silence. The only sound was Kiko’s loud snores coming from the living room.

“I didn’t come just to drop off your container.” Jack finally said after a few minutes. “I don’t know how to say this. It’s really not my place and stuff, but I couldn't not tell you.”

“Tell me what?” Ynez furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.

“I saw Ernie yesterday with a woman–”

“Did she look like this?” She passed him her phone, showing him a picture of Aisha.

“I wasn’t wearing my glasses so I couldn't make out her face, but I think it was her.”

“I fucking knew it!” she laughed. “He thought he was slick but I knew.”

Jack was now the confused one. “You knew your husband was cheating on you?”

Ynez tilted her head. “I don’t have a husband.”

“So Ernie is…”

“My half brother.” she giggled. “Wait did you think Ernie was my–ewww. God no, he's my brother.”

“And I’m the biggest idiot.” he felt his cheeks flush.

“It’s an honest mistake. We don’t look alike.” she shrugged.

“Well I’m glad, I didn’t ruin any marriages.”

Ynez laughed at his comment. They changed the subject and talked for a good hour, getting to know each other, before Jack had to leave because he had an early flight to New York. Ynez wished him a safe trip and walked him out. She closed the door and let out the loudest laugh.

She couldn’t believe Jack Harlow thought she was married to her brother. Of all conclusions he could have made. But she did find it noble of him telling her that he saw Ernie with Aisha. She’s scrolled through articles and tweets in the past saying that Jack was a kind and generous guy. She finally got to witness that. In an awkward circumstance, but that proved to her what kind of guy he was and she knew she could trust him. It made the small crush she had on him develop into a full on crush. She cleaned up the kitchen and got ready for bed. She had to be up at five in the morning to prepare everything for the cafe. She checked the time and her brother should be back at his hotel room, so she Facetimed time.

“Que paso cabezona?” He greeted her.

“I had an interesting talk with Jack Harlow.”

“He told you he saw me out with Aisha, didn’t he?” Ernie deadpanned.

“Yes, but we’ll circle back to that in a second.” Ynez said. “He thought we were together.”

“What?” her brother grimaced.

“I know.” She agreed with his reaction.

“How the fuck did he come up with that conclusion?” he asked.

“I guess we give off ‘siblings or fucking’ vibes. He came to drop off the tupperware and he began apologizing, saying how it wasn’t his place to say, but he couldn’t not tell me, you know. Then he went on telling me how he saw you with Aisha and was confused on why I was happy for you.”

“That explains why he was mad dogging me at Giani’s.” her brother said, scratching his beard.

“Ooh, you took Aisha to Gianis?” she said, impressed with him.

“All I’m gonna say is be careful. He’s a rapper after all.” Ernie said, changing the subject.

“Why would I be careful?” she asked, taken aback.

“Because you fucking like him. And before you go on and say you don’t, remember that I’m your older brother and I know you. Have fun but don’t expect much from him. Some of my teammates know him and know of his rep. I just don’t want you to get hurt, Nezzie.”

Ynez rolled her eyes. “You were doing so good until you called me Nezzie.” She sighed. “You have nothing to worry about. It’s just a little crush that I have. In a few days it’ll go away. It’s not like he likes me too.”

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gaysindistress · 10 months

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When Night Comes - eight

Summary: Who would win in a staring contest? New York’s resident mob boss and master of the side eye Bucky Barnes or the daycare teacher who really wants to go home and smoke?

pairing: Mob!Bucky Barnes x reader

warnings: mob!Bucky, cursing, the feels, angst, mentions of past abuse (Alix is a terrible person)

word count: 4k

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Tag list: @vickie5446 @cakesandtom @buckybarnessimpp @hidden-treasures21 @unaxv @mal-adaptive-dreams @elizacusi-blog

a/n: We’re jumping between 3 or 4 different scenes here so strap in and get ready.

disclaimer: credits to original creator/poster of image/gif. found on Google/Pinterest

The first thing that flashes through her mind when she wakes up is Yelena with the kiss quickly following suit. Pulling the covers over her head, she creates a bubble to ignore the world around her. What the actual fuck did she get herself into?

She isn’t allowed much peace when her phone goes off. Jessica made sure that she had her own ringtone almost immediately after they met, claiming that she was just that special when it was really because she wanted to make sure Sunny always answered her calls.

“Hey girl hey!” She cheers through the speaker phone.

“What?”

“Ouch, what crawled up your ass and died?” “It’s been a long night. What’s up?” Jessica stays silent for a few seconds, debating whether or not to reveal her secret, “Well remember how I said that I wasn’t going to get back with Peter?” “I swear to god if the next thing you say is ‘surprise, we’re back together’, I’ll literally lose my shit.”

“Ye have little faith. No I didn’t get back with Peter but you also didn’t let me finish. I’m going out with one of Yelena’s friends Friday and I would love if you could help me get ready for it.”

“Who is it?”

“You don’t know them.”

“No shit,” Sunny says while pushing the blankets off so she can breath fresh air, “What’s their name?”

“Natasha.” “Oh a girl? I thought you didn’t like girls.”

Shuffling is heard from the other side, no doubt as a result of Jessica flopping onto her stomach on her bed, “I said I wished that I was so I figured why not give it a try? What’s the worst that can happen?”

“You lead her on and she gets hurt.”

“I would never do such a thing. I’m always honest about my feelings even if it hurts a person which reminds me, why is Yelena sulking?” “I’m going to need more info than that,” she huffs when the woman in question appears on her fire escape.

“She’s been such a downer lately and I have a sneaking suspicion it has something to do with Mr. Sexy.”

“Why would I know the answer to that?”

“Because you’re like all she talks about.”

Sunny glances over at Yelena who is leaning against the window now, examining her nails and pretending that she can’t hear their conversation.

“That’s interesting but no I don’t know and I have to go. Bye, love you.”

Jessica sputters in confusion at her quick hang up but manages to sneak in a “love you too bitch”.

“I’m not sulking.”

“I didn’t say that,” Sunny says, pulling her blanket back over her shoulders, “why are you here?”

“Ouch,” Yelena fakes being offended and drops herself onto the bed next to her, “You aren’t even a little bit excited to see me?”

“I didn’t mean it like that… It's been a long few days.”

“Want to talk about it?”

She shrugs her shoulders and lets out a long sigh, “Not really. You still haven’t told me why you’re here.”

“Checking on you, making sure you haven’t committed any crimes.”

“You’ll be the first person I call if I get arrested.”

“I’m honored that you’d call me before Bucky.”

“Well he would probably lose it on the entire police station so…”

“You could’ve just said “Yes Yelena. I would call you first because I like you a lot more than that douche bag.” I would’ve taken that.”

“Yes Yelena I would call you first because I like you WAY more than that man.”

Yelena’s face goes blank as she says, “Were you thinking about me when you kissed him?”

Jessica groans as someone pounds on her apartment door. The smell of wet dog invades her living room as the pounding grows louder and the person responsible grows less patient.

“Jessica open the fucking door!”

“What are you doing? Are you trying to get the cops called?” she hisses at Alix who is soaking wet from the heavy rainfall outside. Alix goes to reprimand her for speaking to her pack leader that way but Jessica yanks her inside.

“Stay here. I don’t want water and wet dog all over everything,” she tells Alix as she disappears to find towels and extra clothes.

The sound of wet clothes dropping onto her floor comes from the living room and as she walks back in, she finds Alix in just her tank top and underwear, her jeans and zip up on the ground around her.

“Give me that,” she demands, snatching the towel out of Jessica’s hands and starts to dry off her body and braids, “What do you have on the Strigoi?”

“Nothing like I told you last night. Y/N isn’t saying anything and I can’t get close enough to anyone else.”

“What about Peter?”

“Ghosted me.”

Alix raises one eyebrow, “What did you do?”

“Why do you assume I did something?” “Because you always do.”

Jessica wrinkles her nose at the insult, “I may have slapped a girl he was kissing.”

Alix stops wringing out her braids and closes her eyes while taking a deep breath, “Your only job is to keep tabs on Bucky and his group. How the fuck did you manage to mess that up?”

“No no you said to watch Y/N and to TRY and keep tabs on the others. I am doing my job just not the side tasks.” A growl rings through the small apartment, “So help me God, Jessica. The more you act out, the more likely your cover is going to be blown. Speaking of which, who knows about you?” “Peter and Yelena obviously but Y/N doesn’t.”

“Has anyone brought it up?” “Peter did but only to ask if it’s true that I turn into a wolf every full moon. I don’t think Yelena cares and Bucky or Steve don’t come in enough to notice.”

“We both know that Yelena cares but is just waiting to see what happens. What about Peggy?”

Jessica shrugs, “I don’t answer the door so I’m assuming not.”

Alix rolls her eyes before tossing the towel back at Jessica and brushes past her to raid her closet for dry clothes.

“How close are you to going through with the plan?” she calls out.

Jessica hums for a second, thinking about her progress, “It’s going to take longer than I thought. Y/N isn’t telling me anything so I can’t tell what’s going on with Bucky or Yelena.”

“But she’s close enough to them though?”

“Kinda. Juliette, that dumbass, had a meeting with him and Steve at the restaurant that we were at and she saw, assumed they were a couple, and dipped. She did go out with Yelena but I don’t think she’s going to give him the time of day again.”

Alix comes back out wearing some of Sunny’s clothes that she had left behind during late nights. She takes a seat on the couch, fully leaning back into the plush cushions, “I don’t really care who she gets close to as long as it’s one of them. All we need is an opening to take out the Rogers and Bucky so we can get her back to Fresno where she belongs.”

“Do you really think that’s going to work?” Alix’s eyes flash gold like they usually do when she’s angry, “Of course it is. She belongs to me. Taking out those bloodsuckers, who mind you have been trying to kill me for years, is just a welcomed side effect of bringing her home.”

Jessica rolls her eyes while taking her phone out to scroll aimlessly on tiktok.

“Did you send the text that I asked?”

“Yes.”

Sunny goes still under her blanket and feels Yelena watching her every move, awaiting her answer.

“How did you know?” “Aside from the fact that I can smell him everywhere, especially on you, a little birdy told me.”

“I’m sorry.”

Yelena scoffs and shakes her head in disbelief, “I should’ve known better honestly. He always does this.”

Sunny pushes off her blanket and sits up, “I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean for it to happen, it just did.” “I don’t want to hear it. It happened and you can’t take it back,” Yelena sighs as she stands and puts distance between them, “I hate to do this but I feel like I don’t have a choice; him or me.”

“You obviously.”

“See I don’t believe you.”

“I promise, it’s you. Whatever I need to do to prove that it’s you, I’ll do it”

Yelena backs away as Sunny stands and tries to get closer. They give each other hurt looks as the other continues to damage the relationship.

“I don’t believe you or trust him for that matter. Nothing could make me believe that Bucky wouldn’t try and pull something. I won’t be put through that. I’m sorry but I’ll get Bucky to find someone else to watch over you,” Yelena says over her shoulder before slipping back out the window and leaving Sunny fuming.

She wants to scream at the top of her lungs but she can’t risk her neighbors calling the cops so she settles for screaming into her pillow. Her phone distracts her and she’s scrambling to answer it but freezes when she sees that it’s Bucky.

“Bucky what the fuck?” she growls into her phone.

“Well hello gorgeous, how are you?”

“Fuck off what did you do?”

“You’re going to have to be more specific, what are you talking about?” “You told Yelena that we kissed.”

“No I definitely did not.” “Don’t lie to me.”

“I swear draga, I’m not lying. I haven’t talked to her since yesterday but she’s supposed to be meeting with me in,” he pauses, “half an hour. I’ll talk to her then, but I promise I wouldn’t have told her without first calling you.”

“Give me your phone.”

“I was just starting to actually like Y/N, did I really need to do that?” Jessica groans as she tosses her phone over to Alix.

“I don’t care what you want to do” Alix mumbles while reading the messages between Jessica and Yelena, “Good job. Any internal conflict we can cause amongst their ranks, the better.”

She hands back the phone as she asks the question that’s been on her mind for hours, “Did she look like she enjoyed it?”

“It’s not like I had a front row seat. I was on the fire escape, how do you expect me to know that?” “I don’t remember asking for any attitude or did you forget who you’re talking to?”

Jessica lets out an over dramatic sigh, “No I didn’t. I’m sorry for giving you attitude.”

Alix smiles to herself at Jessica’s submission, “Good girl.”

Jessica bites her tongue to keep from saying something that will get her kicked out of the pack or worse, given how moody Alix has been lately.

“I think she was high and you know how the saying goes.”

“Come on,” Alix says unimpressed with Jessica’s read of the situation.

“What? It wouldn’t be a saying if it wasn’t true.” “Drunk actions are sober thoughts? Don’t even try and convince me that her being high was the only reason why she kissed him. She kissed him because she wanted to.” “Alix I really don’t think she has any interest in him.”

Alix growls her warning to stop talking before it gets worse and reclines further into the couch. Regardless of what Sunny may have been feeling when she kissed Bucky, she still did it and that’s far worse of a betrayal to Alix than anything else. During their relationship, Alix had to constantly remind Sunny that she was hers even when that meant leaving bruises and marks. Sometimes the physical reminders of her place were the only thing Alix to get to work. On numerous occasions, they were the only thing that kept Sunny from leaving the house and kept her out of trouble.

“Just do what I ask and don’t question me. I am your leader, Jessica, and I’m done with reminding you.”

Jessica scoffs and takes her phone back, “You’re done? I’m the one who’s had to slum it with humans and Strigoi for the last few years.” “And you do it because I told you to. Quit with the complaining. I don’t want to hear it anymore.”

“Or what? You’ll send me back to California and then what? You’ll have no one here who is as close to Y/N as I am and you’ll be back at square one or even worse since I’m sure she’s going to find out that you’re here soon enough.”

Within seconds, Alix is off of the couch and has Jessica pinned against a wall, “What did you just say?” “I’m your only shot at getting her back.”

Alix’s hand comes up to grip Jessica’s neck and squeezes hard enough that she starts to gasp for air.

“I don’t need you for anything,” she growls with a deep anger, “I could care less about what happens to you so there is nothing stopping me from exposing who you are to Y/N or the Strigoi and leaving you to fend for yourself. Barnes and Rogers won’t like knowing that an rival spy has been working with that filthy demon spawn of theirs. Do you really want to test me right now?”

With the hand clasped tightly on her throat, she can’t say anything but barely nods and whimpers, something that Alix finds great pleasure in.

“Good,” she loosens her grip just enough for Jessica to get the air she desperately needs, “Don’t fucking do that again or I won’t be so nice.”

Yelena and Bucky sit across from each other, both waiting for the other to speak first. When she arrived, she made an effort to not say a single word and to maintain her stoic face no matter how piercing his gaze may be. She figured based on his matching behavior that Sunny had called him to tell him that their kiss was no longer a secret. Steve had given them questioning looks when she came in but left nonetheless even if he was concerned for either of their safeties.

“You know.”

Yelena scoffs, shaking her head as she glances around the room, “Obviously.” “Good then we can be adults about this.”

“Says the one who pouted and threw a tantrum when he found out that we went on a date.”

“I didn’t do either of those things.”

She settles her eyes on him for the first time since she sat down, “So what do you call dragging her into your office and then going to her apartment?” “The first thing is called a conversation and the second is called being a gentleman. I was checking on her.”

“With your tongue down her throat.”

“You did the same thing. I’d say you were throwing a tantrum by bringing her to MY club and kissing her 10 feet away from me.”

“She willingly went out with you, I can’t say the same about you. Also, why did you text me off of a burner?”

Bucky’s brows furrow in confusion, “I didn’t.”

She takes her phone out to show him the text that informed her of the kiss, “Yes you did.”

Bucky takes his own out to prove that he never sent her that text; she kissed me.

“Why would I text you from a burner phone?”

Before Yelena can say anything smart back, the door to his office bursts open. A fuming Steve throws the door open and all but slams his phone down on the table.

“Jessica knows Alix.”

On it is an old picture of Jessica hugging Alix, both smiling like little kids.

Yelena squints at the image, “Where did you get this?” “Peggy found it. I’m not sure where but she just sent it to me. We need to get Sunny to a safe house immediately.”

They look to Bucky who is already half way out of the door. The one person he trusted outside of his people has proven to be the most dangerous person he could imagine.

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jake-whatthefisgoingon-kiszka · 5 months

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Sorry this took so long, but here is part 7 of my series you can read all about starting here in part 1!

Pairings: Sam Kiszka X Danny Wager ***slash pairing

Warnings and tags: 18+ only! unrequited love, slash, m/m kissing and sexual situations, some nipple play, angst, jealousy, third person POV Jake, Danny, and Sam, restaurant AU

Word count: 5.5k

The kiss started out gently, but when Danny pulled back for a breath and Sam quickly slammed into him again Danny’s grip on him tightened. His fingers weaved their way through Sam’s silk strands. Around to the back of his neck where he pulled him in even closer.

Sam's thighs squeezed around Danny’s from where he sat in his lap. He cautiously let his shaky hands move up Danny’s neck to perform the same move, feeling the way Danny’s new and expensive conditioner and leave-in products he had helped him pick out made his curls soft and pillowy.

Fuck he’s a good kisser, why haven’t we done this before? Sam thought to himself as his lips became faster and more frenzied. His hands left the spot where he’d been twisting his fingers in the dense ringlets at the nape of Danny’s neck, causing a small discontent whine that Sam gladly swallowed whole.

This is going… fast. The voice in Sam’s head told him to slow down, but his hands had already found their way to the hem of Danny’s shirt. He pulled his back away while still leaning in to keep their lips connected and ran his hands up Danny’s bare chest. It was hot, and moved rapidly with the way Danny faught and failed to control his breathing. The move was a force of habit, his hands mindlessly searching for something to grope, but he was slightly confused with what to do when he found nothing and suddenly remembered, Danny didn’t have breasts.

He was already here though so he decided to just do what felt natural and found Danny’s left nipple, pinching it between his fingers.

A muffled “mmph” sound came out of Danny and he thought maybe he’d pinched too hard, so he tried to sooth it by rubbing his thumb over the sensitive bud, realizing it was now rock hard.

Wait, he likes that? He reached his other hand up and repeated the same thing to the other nipple, pinching it then running circles over it with his thumb.

Sam finally let Danny’s lips go, just so he could check and see for sure that what he was doing was correct. More subtle moans fell from Danny and his brows knit together in concentration, trying desperately hard to not lose himself and take over.

What now? Are we actually doing this? Danny looks so turned on, by me?

I wonder what else he likes.

Based on instinct Sam had made it this far, but what was to come next was a little beyond his area of expertise. He ran his hands back down Danny’s torso, digging the tips of his fingers in as he did, feeling the way it caused Danny to shudder and sigh. Then he brushed against the cold metal of his belt buckle. One glance down and he could see the bulge in Danny’s pants.

Oh god, what do I do? Stay calm. Act cool. Only Sam couldn't stay calm. His mind was spinning and he felt kind of sick to his stomach. He knew he shouldn’t have smoked that joint on an empty stomach.

He closed his eyes to keep the room from spinning more and lurched forward to start kissing again. Anything to occupy his mind. Only this time his lips landed sloppily on Danny’s jaw.

He kissed there anyways, then moved to his neck to try and make it seem like he’d meant to do that. All while his nimble fingers worked hastily at trying to undo Danny’s belt.

Just as he managed to free the leather strap from the clasp a pair of hands circled around his to steady him.

“Sam, slow down” Danny’s voice betrayed him by still coming out needy and wanting. Sam looked confused and concerned about why Danny had stopped him. Had he done something wrong? Doesn’t he want me?

Hell yes he wanted Sam. When the time was right.

He brought Sam’s hands, still bundled up in his own, to his mouth and kissed his knuckles gingerly, “I want to do this right”. He kissed again. “I want to spoil you”. Kissed again. “I want to date you”. Kissed again. “Then, and only then, when you know how much you mean to me. I want to make love to you”.

A shiver ran up Sam’s spine. He’d never been talked to like that before. Coddled like he was the most precious and delicate ornament on the family Christmas tree.

“Dammit” He chuckled nervously, sitting back while also trying not to put all of his weight on Danny’s knees.

“What?” Danny questioned, his expression pulling into worry. Sam was being really hard to read. He thought he’d known how Sam would want to be treated if and when he ever got the chance to give it a go himself. Obviously having learned a thing or two from watching Sam’s past relationships fail to live up to his expectations. Maybe though, Sam was the one confused with what Danny’s intentions going into this were.

He sighed, but a half smile complimented by his still heavy lidded eyes appeared. “Why do you have to be so charming, Daniel? Geeze, you’re making me look like a sex-crazed teenager right now”.

Sam was starting to shy away, the sting of rejection still barely palpable, but having woken him from his dazed state. Danny wasn’t ready to let him go just yet, so he wrapped his arms around Sam’s shoulders and pulled him back close.

A gasp left Sam as the change in angle made their still clothed crotches press together. He wasn’t quite hard like Danny was, but he was still sensitive.

“Be sex-crazed all you want lover boy” Danny whispered into his ear from where he had buried his nose against the sharp curve at the conjunction of Sam’s jaw and neck.

A hitched whimper, a sound Sam had never made before, came out when Danny’s tongue gave him a kitten lick behind his ear. His words came slow and drawn out, his breath breaking against Sam’s skin like prayers whispered to the ceiling in a vaulted cathedral.

“The build up will be worth it, I promise. Don’t you worry, I’ll make my mark on you soon enough”.

Sam’s cheeks burned red hot. The confidence this other version of himself Danny seemed to newly possess borderlined cockiness, but it was working. He was a flustered mess in his grip. The only worry was that this tenacity felt a little like the influence of someone very familiar.

Having had his fun teasing, Danny tapped Sam’s hip to signal him to stand up. Effectively putting an end to their first (of hopefully many) make out sessions.

“Well, what are you going to do about that in the meantime?” Sam’s eyes shot down to the very visible tent still pitched in Danny’s pants then back up with a cocky raise of his brows.

Danny shrugged, “what I always do, jack off in the shower”.

“Gross” Sam joked like he’d never done such a thing before, but smiled and reached over to playfully pinch at Danny’s ass as he tried to scooch past him.

After his shower Danny made the short walk from the bathroom to his room with a towel wrapped around his waist, not expecting to find Sam curled up in his bed.

“Mind if I sleep in here tonight?” Sam asked, though with Danny’s blanket already tucked underneath his chin he looked like he’d already made himself pretty comfortable.

“Oh, umm… sure, of course” he stumbled over his words a bit, because Sam had never asked to sleep in his bed before, he just sort of did when it was convenient. It wasn’t like he ever had to ask in the first place, but now things were a little different.

His skin was still flushed from the hot shower, thankfully, because he felt his cheeks growing warm with the realization that he had to take the towel off and put some shorts on before getting into bed.

Should I change in the bathroom? He thought to himself, trying not to look suspicious just standing around in his own room while he had an internal panic moment. No, I’m already in here, it would be weird to leave again.

He pulled a pair out of his drawer and turned to Sam awkwardly, holding the article of clothing in one hand and a firm grip on the towel folded over itself in the other. “I’ve got to get dressed now” he warned him, just in case.

Sam sat up onto his elbows, the blanket falling to show he was already shirtless. The way he liked to sleep. “You want me to close my eyes or something? It’s not like I’ve never seen you naked before” he tried to sound like he thought he was funny, but there was still a hint of nerves hidden in his tone.

“Alright then” Danny replied, holding Sam’s gaze as he played his game and dropped the towel. Sam held his breath as he kept his eyes fixed on Danny’s, the two staring each other down to see who would break first.

It was Sam, his willpower faltered and he gulped as he looked down to get a brief glimpse of Danny’s length before he was bending over and pulling the shorts on.

Pulling the blanket back, he slid into his bed as Sam settled back down. He could tell he’d been in there for a while, because his warmth had already filled the shared space.

Staring up at the ceiling he felt tired. His body relaxed into the comfort of his bed, but his mind was still racing. He let his head fall to the side, and saw that Sam was back with the blanket tucked under his chin but he was also not sleeping. Instead he was just staring at Danny, his eyes looking far away, deep in thought.

“Do you want me to hold you?” Danny asked, thinking maybe the action would put them both at ease and let them sleep.

“Do you want to hold me?” Sam asked back, but the teasing was gone. It was more like he’d wanted to say yes but didn’t want to seem like he’d agreed too easily.

Instead of answering Danny gently pushed his shoulder as he scooted closer and instructed “roll over”.

Sam obliged without a word this time, feeling Danny’s chest press up against his back, an arm sliding underneath the pillow his head was resting on, and the other wrapping around his arm intertwining their fingers.

Their breaths slowed together as the rising and falling of their chests synched up. Sam was worried that his hair might be getting in the way, or that his frame was too large to spoon compared to a girls, but when he whispered “are you comfy?” he got his response with a quiet gentle snore.

Jake's first day back at work was an early one. Inventory once again. Though the job was tedious he was glad to be getting back into the groove of things after his vacation with a mostly empty restaurant and a clipboard full of lists to keep his mind occupied.

He just had to get through this and then he had the rest of the day off to finish unpacking. Only there was one part he was dreading having to go over, the bar's inventory.

The issue with the last check he did still hadn’t been totally resolved in his mind, and he wasn’t sure what he would do if he found the same discrepancies again after he had already called Savanna out on them.

He left that for last, flipping through his checklist and going over all of his notes to find that he had already completed everything.

“It’s all looking good?” The restaurant director asked when Jake entered his office to turn in what he had of the inventory.

“Yes sir” Jake replied respectfully while also confidently. “Except, I didn’t see the bar checklists in here this time?”

“Don’t worry, we got them taken care of already” he replied, sliding the clipboard Jake had set down on his desk over to the side to review later.

“By the way, that kid you’re training did a pretty good job while you were gone. Good to see a man who isn’t afraid of helping their peers excel”.

Jake cracked a smile, not being shy in the pride he felt being complimented for his hard work. “Julian is an excellent study. Pretty soon he’s going to need his own crew to run full time”.

He looked up from his computer for the first time since seeing it was Jake who was entering his office, peering over his small reader glasses with a smirk. “I think you’re right about that, Kiszka. Soon”.

Jake knew that he was probably just being humored, but the mischievous look the director gave him made him feel that something was up. The director was always very cryptic about his business plans. He had to be since the restaurant industry was so competitive, like a game of cards where keeping your hand close was vital to winning.

Jake brushed it off and made his leave, but as he backed out of the office he felt his hip bump into someone walking by.

“Jake, you’re back!” Kim exclaimed when he turned around to apologize for not watching where he was going. “Oh, and you’ve got facial hair?”

He scratched his chin, feeling the new sensation of prickly hairs against his fingertips. “Yeah, my shaver broke in my bag when I went to New York. I haven’t gotten around to buying a new one yet. Josh kind of gave me a hard time about it too, saying I always try to copy him”. He quickly stopped himself from oversharing, but he was just excited, already reminesant about his trip and being around his twin again.

“Josh, your brother right?” She asked, trying to sound polite while wanting to make sure she had her facts straight.

It struck him that he’d never talked to Kim about Josh before, well he didn’t talk about his personal life to really anyone at work. “Yeah, sorry, I didn’t know you knew him”.

“Oh, not really, I met him at his going away party. Savanna invited me” a light dusting of pink colored the top of her cheeks, realizing that Jake didn’t even remember her being at a party in his own apartment, granted she also didn’t know the other things he had going on that night. “He seemed really nice though”.

“He is, sometimes a little too nice. Nothing like me at all”. Being back at work had dredged up memories of his last evening here. Memories he had been ignoring over the last week that soon enough he knew he’d have to face. Though he was hopeful he could avoid them for at least one more day as soon as he could get out of here.

“Apparently I’m scary” his brows furrowed, unable to control the small pout that was appearing on his face.

Kim tried to suppress a laugh, but it came bubbling out of her anyways. “I don’t think you’re scary, just an asshole sometimes. Especially the last time I saw you”.

Oh yeah, the incident with the steak. “About that, I never got a chance to apologize to you about how I acted. I was having a rough night, worried about my flight and all”. It hadn’t even registered to him the name she’d called him, because her laugh had sounded so sweet and innocent.

“That’s alright, I handled it” she smiled coyly while tossing her long braided hair over her shoulder. Jake was reminded that even though she was small and soft looking outwardly, she held her own in the dining room when dealing with guests. She really was one of his favorite managers, always keeping her waitstaff in check while also gaining their adoration and respect.

A moment passed between them as Jake just smiled down at her, taking a moment to really see the woman standing before him. Until a voice called her name from across the restaurant breaking him out of his daze.

“Well,” she shifted her weight signaling that she knew she needed to go check on who was calling for her, but not quite wanting to leave the conversation just yet. “I’m glad you’re back, and you look good”.

“Thanks, umm, you do too” he replied, somehow feeling a little flustered about the unexpected compliment. “I mean, you always look good Kim”.

Her cheeks blushed darker this time but she didn’t try to hide her smile. A genuine smile that showed all her teeth and made the apples of her cheeks swell. “Well, I’ll see you around then”.

“Yeah, see you around”.

Once he was back home Jake started a load of laundry and stuffed his empty suitcase back up into the top of his closet for it to await its next use. He and his brothers had agreed to go home for Christmas this year, and although he was looking forward to seeing his family for a few days, he was also dreading being stuck in the house with Sam.

Josh could help, and he probably would start to get in the middle the moment he sensed some tension between his two younger brothers. Jake hadn’t spoken to him yet about anything that had happened though.

Usually Josh was his confidant. He was a really good listener. It was like Jake was talking to a mirror when spilling himself to Josh, letting him get it all out before offering his own words of advice.

Jake still needed a little bit of time to process his feelings first this time around. He was anxious to see Danny again, hoping his heart wouldn’t clench in his chest as tightly as it did when he saw the multiple messages Danny had sent him trying to apologize and check on him.

Danny was just a nice person. Always trying to make sure that everyone was happy and included. Jake knew Danny wouldn’t be able to withstand him being mad, only he wasn’t mad, he was embarrassed.

Embarrassed that he’d let what they were doing get so far. That he’d let himself get comfortable in his comforting presence, let himself be valunerable, and let himself feel. All while he knew Danny was never his to begin with.

“Slow night tonight” Danny commented to Kim as he leaned against the host's podium next to her. The host for the night had called in sick, so Kim had stepped in to cover which had kept her mostly occupied up front, but she knew it was fine since Danny was here to round on the dining room.

“Don’t jinx it” she jabbed her elbow into his side to get him to stand up. There was no lounging on the job on her watch even if it was a slow night.

Kim and Danny had grown to be pretty good friends since the Halloween party. It started off as exchanging a few friendly texts when she had wanted to apologize again the next morning for how she’d acted when she was drunk.

He’d told her not to worry, and that he was glad she enjoyed herself in their company. The rest of the group didn’t know, but they’d snuck out to get breakfast together that morning and recently they had met up a few more times outside of work.

“It’s a good thing Jake is back, so now you will have him to bother again instead of me” she joked. Although she was enjoying the extra bit of time they had been spending together, she knew in the back of her head it was only because Jake was away on vacation. It was wishful thinking to want to remain a steady part of his life, especially since Savanna and Sam had suddenly and surprisingly broken up. There was something going on there that she couldn’t quite discern, but Savanna had insisted she didn’t want to talk about it.

“Wait” Danny did stand up straight this time, the amusement in his face fading. “Jake is back?”

“Yeah, I saw him here this afternoon. Guess he’s still got tonight off though”. She flipped on her best customer service smile when a couple walked through the doors, ignoring Danny’s stunned gaze as she helped get them seated.

“You saw him earlier?” He questioned her in a fast whisper on their way back to the host stand where there was already another small group waiting to be seated. So much for a slow night. “What did he say?”

Kim gave him a quick warning look, one that said get back to work, now. He sighed defeatedly, hesitating for a moment longer with one last pleading furrow of his brows before ducking back away to the dining room to dutifully tend to his tables.

His reaction was worrisome to her. Danny and Jake were really close friends right? So why did he sound so worried to hear Jake was back?

Now that she thought back on the encounter, Jake had also seemed a little tense when he was here earlier. Admittedly she was a little distracted when she was talking to him. He did tend to have that effect on her and she hated that she was so self aware of it.

Despite her curiosity, more guests were coming so she pulled on her best behavior and pushed the wandering thoughts away. Perhaps she and Danny would have a chance to talk further about it later, and maybe he knew some more details about whatever had happened between Sam and Savanna.

After the quick little dinner rush Danny found himself leaned up against the stall of the restroom with his phone perched between his two shaky hands.

He examined the string of texts from the past week, all sent and read but with no response. After a few days of worrying, he had resolved himself to give Jake some space. If he wanted to talk he would reach out. He wanted to let him enjoy his time away and in turn Danny had let himself enjoy a little bit of his time with Sam.

Now that Jake was back though, there needed to be a settlement. He needed to properly apologize for the words he’d said without thinking, and make sure they were still the same friends they had been before their escapes into the physical fun they’d let themselves get momentarily wrapped up in.

He typed out one more message, hoping that this one would finally be the one to earn a reply.

Can we talk?

10:45PM

Jake had nearly drifted off on the couch when he saw his phone light up on the table.

He willed himself to sit up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes before holding the device up and letting it scan his face. A slight smile pulled at the corner of his mouth when he caught a glimpse of himself in the reflection of the screen before it unlocked. He was reminded now he had facial hair that he looked even more like his twin, and he’d discovered he could trick Josh’s facial recognition.

It had taken Josh a minute to realize it was his own phone Jake was holding up and recording a silly video of them standing outside of Madison Square Garden (one of the only big tourist attractions Jake insisted on seeing during his visit).

After him yelling at Jake to stop dicking around and give him his phone back they both had a good laugh and decided to send the video to their mom who quickly replied with a sweet ‘love my boys’.

Jake’s smile faded when he opened the message, seeing that it was another from Danny. He hadn’t heard from him in a couple of days, which only made him more nervous that maybe he’d upset Danny even more with his silence. His cover must have been blown though if he was texting him this late.

Danny continued to stare down at his phone. Silently counting down the seconds from when his message had been sent and comparing it to how much time had passed on the clock in the corner of the screen. He was about to give up and get back to work when he saw the bubble with three dots appear. With bated breath his eyes narrowed in on the bubble, Jake was typing and he needed to know what he was going to say.

Just as he thought he couldn’t hold it any longer, he let out his breath with an exasperated huff when the bubble disappeared but no text came. He went to type another message out, but stopped when he saw the bubble pop up and disappear again.

He slumped against the stall door and let his head fall back, this was maddening. If he had any shred of courage or determination left he’d just hit the call button and hash it out with him over the phone right now, but he knew that wasn’t the best option.

The phone buzzed in his hand, but he doubted if it was real or just his mind playing tricks on him at this point. To be sure he checked and there was his reply, simple and unrevealing to what Danny would be getting himself into.

Come over after your shift

10:49PM

It was easier than he’d expected to convince Sam to let him go to Jake’s apartment alone. If Sam had insisted on coming he would have understood, but he really thought that this was a conversation they needed to have alone and when Sam agreed he knew deep down it was because above all else Sam trusted him.

After completing his closing duties, and a little extra to help Kim out since she had been tied up, he rushed out the door.

The knock didn’t come as a shock to him, but he still flinched a little at the sound when they came.

“Hey” Danny spoke softly when Jake opened the door.

“Hey” Jake replied, stepping to the side to let him inside.

Danny wished he could shrink himself down into the size he felt he was. Only a fraction of his confidence and composure remained since the last time he was alone with Jake, the rest of him was just a hollow space for his thoughts to echo in.

“How was your trip?” He asked, unsure where to begin but there.

“It was good”.

It was quiet, not uncharacteristically quiet, Jake and Danny both tended to turn inward when things got to be a little too much.

Jake leaned against the wall across from the back of the couch, the same wall he’d spent a long and tantalizing night painting with passion only now to see that it was still the same plain white walls they had always been.

“You wanted to talk, so talk” he crossed his arms and waited for Danny to say whatever it was he’d been dying to say.

He’s still mad. Danny thought, feeling his fingers tighten around his thumbs from where they had curled around them at his sides.

“I-” he hesitated when he saw Jake’s brows crumble in the middle.

He’s going to say I’m sorry. Jake thought. It was the last thing he wanted to hear, and the reason why he’d been avoiding this very conversation. To him, the moment Danny apologized meant he had known better and that this was all just one huge mistake.

“I still don’t regret anything”.

What?

“That night, when you asked me if I regret anything we’d done. I didn’t, and I don’t”.

Jake knew exactly which night Danny was referring to, because it was the same night he’d just been thinking of himself.

“I mean, I wish Sam hadn’t found out the way he did, but there’s no changing that now so…”

Jake relaxed a bit, pushing off the wall and making his way over to where Danny stood in front of his couch too scared to take another step.

“It was pretty stupid on our part to get carried away like that at work” he agreed, sitting down and motioning for Danny to do the same. “I guess it was just a matter of time before Sam really knew something was up though”.

Danny perched on the edge of the couch, propping his elbows onto his knees and folding his fingers together in front of his face. “Sam was already questioning things” he admit.

“Can I ask you something then, if Sam had figured it out and confronted you, would you have denied it?”

Danny hated how long it took him to figure out his response. His knee jerk reaction was to assure him he wouldn’t have denied anything, but he’d learned that impulsive answers weren’t always the right ones and he’d started to second guess himself lately.

“I don’t know what I would have done,” he replied honestly and defeatedly “but I think it would have anyways ended this way”. “Sam he…” he trailed off with a sigh, shaking his head and hiding behind his hands again. “You probably don’t want to hear about it”.

Jake chuckled a little, which eased Danny’s nerves some more. “No, I don’t really want to know the details. I’m sure Sam didn’t either”.

“Sam hasn’t really asked me about any of it”.

“He hasn’t?” That was a bit of a surprise to Jake. If he knew anything about his little brother, it was how inquisitive he was. It used to annoy Jake to no end when they were kids, Sam constantly questioning every move he made. He realized later in life that Sam was just absorbing all the information he could. He was a smart cookie (though he’d never give him the credit to his face), and wanting to know every single detail was his way of learning naturally.

Danny’s voice went shaky as he blew out a steadying breath, “I know you don’t want to hear about it, and it’s selfish of me to say this, but I need you Jake. When you left and didn’t text or call me back I panicked. Suddenly everything was out in the open and I came clean to Sam about, well about everything, but Sam was with Savanna and you were m.i.a in New York. I can’t talk to anyone about this and I was so lost”.

A pang of guilt struck Jake through his side. He knew when he left that Danny was a mess. He sat in his car across the street from his apartment, motionless and alone in the dark while Danny knocked on his door and called him over and over again, just waiting for him to leave so he could go inside and pack his bags for New York.

Talking then wouldn’t have done any good though. Jake was hurt but he couldn’t blame Danny for what he’d said. Danny didn’t love him and he knew that, but he cared for Danny in the way you cared about someone you knew almost your entire life.

“You can talk to me Danny. I said I was here for you and I meant it”. Jake started to reach over to place a hand on his bunching knee, but quickly stopped himself and pulled back, pressing his back further into the armrest he was leaning on.

“So you’re not mad at me?” His eyes followed the movement of Jake’s hand, noticing him consciously pull away.

“Mad at you? No. Sam though? He’s still with Savanna after you told him? Do I need to go over there and knock some sense into him?” Jake tried to sound cheerful and supportive, but it was a stretch. Although things were turning around for Danny, he was back at square one, lonely in his empty apartment.

“No, he broke up with her a few days ago. They’ve been cordial with each other at work which is good I guess, kind of makes me nervous about what he told her if she hasn’t tried to kill either of us though”.

“Interesting. Well, I’ll try to talk to him about it. I won’t bring you up, just check in on him and see what he says”.

Danny smiled back at Jake for the first time since stepping nervously through his door. He was glad he’d waited to talk. Glad they could continue to be there for each other instead of letting the emotions of that night dictate what was said. Because even after his time away Jake was pretty sure he knew what he would have said.

This was indeed a mistake.

When Danny got home he noticed Sam was back in his room tonight after having spent the last three in Danny’s. He checked the time and it was pretty late so he pulled off his work clothes and changed into something more comfortable before crawling into the cold sheets.

He and Sam had agreed to take things slowly, and that meant sometimes leaving him be. Even when all he’d wanted was to come home and curl up against a warm body.

@psychedelicsprinkles @twistedmelodies @heckingfrick @alwaysonthemend

#greta van fic #gvf #greta van fleet #greta van smut #danny wagner #jake kiszka #sam kiszka #josh kiszka #sanny gvf #janny gvf

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Lord Morpheus X Male Reader

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Arthur’s note: Everyone seemed to enjoy the last sunshine reader and moody Morpheus shot so I made another one but longer! —ish? But anyways, here you guys go! I’ll probably continue making more Dream shots and possibly doing a supernatural AU crossover too 👀

Summary: After Morpheus’ encounter with the God of Happiness he can’t help but grow a soft spot for him. So, what happens when his sisters come looking for him

Warnings: Slight angst, fluff, mentions of goddesses, Greek mythology, Morpheus being nice, mentions of happiness, more fluff, slight pinning.

Word count: 3.7k

Tags: @finnthefuzzymoth

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Lord Morpheus didn’t expect his sister, death, to visit him in his realm. Let alone bring a guest with her. Dream didn’t know much as to why his sister was visiting, she either came when she had nothing else to do or to check up on him.

The two have been rather busy that they never had much time together until now. She had summoned him and let him know that she was coming through with a guest tagging along. Dream would’ve asked first on who the guest was but he wasn’t in the mood to deal with his sisters begging and allowed her and whoever was coming to slip through his realm.

He sat on his throne, book in hand as he read along the lines before hearing the flap of wings above him, causing him to glance up to see Matthew land on a stack of books, ruffling his feathers. “Guests are here, sir.” He lets him know as the raven turns around to see Lucienne enter the throne room with death following behind.

“Sir, your sister has arrived.” Lucienne announces, giving Death a small bow while death smiles softly at her. “Thank you, Lucienne.” She said before approaching her brother who stood from his throne. “What brings you here?”

“What? Can’t I visit my little brother.” She huffs out, walking up the steps to meet him halfway. Dream raises a brow as he looks over her shoulder and then back to his sister. “It looks like your guest didn’t make it.”

“Oh!” Death chuckles. “He’s actually here—sort of, wandered off into your library.” She explains, sensing Morpheus’ displeasure at the fact of someone unknown roaming his realm without permission.

“Sister—“ his voice is stern.

“Dream.” She says back in warning.

“Morphy!”

Both Endless siblings look over to see the god of happiness rushing inside the throne room, smiling at the two. Death can’t help but laugh a little at the remembrance of his brothers nickname. “Morphy?” She questions, turning to face the god of happiness who shrugged. “It fits.”

“Don’t encourage him.” Morpheus suddenly cuts in, getting his sisters attention again and turning back to the god. “Y/n.” He greets, voice soft and deep. His sudden change of mood catches his sisters attention, making her smile as she eyes her brother and then the god. “I’m guessing you two already met.”

Y/n nods with a hum. “Found him at the park once and he joined me for a little adventure, it’s nice to see you again Morpheus. I hope we are bothering you and sorry for wandering off—I just saw your library and it’s beautiful and big and your realm is also amazing!” He rambles our, his eyes big full of wonder and amazement. The sudden gods praise catches the dream lord off guard, not used to such praise from a small being.

“I—thank you, I’m glad you find the Dreaming to your liking.”

Y/n laughs. “This place is amazing!” He quickly gets distracted by the architect around the throne room, running off to admire the windows and other small trinkets.

Death laughs. “Sunny and I were working together, he helped me with some souls and all of a sudden he started talking about you. Didn’t think you two got along well.” Dream raises a brow at his sisters words. “You spoke about me?”

“All good things.” Death looks over to see Y/n bent down, touching matthews feathers in a gentle manner. The raven held its wings out with his chest puffed out as Y/n praises and compliments the bird for all his hard doing, causing the ravens ego to grow a little.

“He’s good at what he does and I figured he would enjoy visiting the dreaming with me.” Death sighs out. “Hope he isn’t too much?” She knew her brother very well and knew how much he hated dealing with gods or people who held such big energy inside that they grew to annoy him. She didn’t want Sunny to be a bother to him but dream didn’t mind, he actually enjoyed the gods presence.

“It’s fine, he’s enjoying himself and I wouldn’t want to ruin that.” Morpheus grew a liking towards Y/n, he didn’t mind the energy nor did he mind his company. The god had taught him a valuable lesson the last time they met and he appreciated his help.

It doesn’t take long for Y/n to walk up to both siblings, Matthew standing on his shoulder as he smiles at the two. Morpheus can’t help but smile a little, ignoring his sisters mischievous grin as she watched the two.

“How’ve your been, your highness.” Y/n says giving the lord of dreams a small bow, laughing a little. “I’ve been well have you been behaving for my sister?” It’s dreams turn to ask.

“Very! We’ve been spending some good time together but unfortunately we won’t be able to see each other for some time. Not only is she busy but I’ll be busy on my end too.” He gently removes Mathew from his shoulder and sets him down, getting dreams attention.

“What does the god of happiness need to do that keeps him so occupied?”

Y/n gives death a glance before answering. “Every few centuries I am to meet up with the rest of the gods who also have duties to fulfill on their ends. We spend some time together and bond, like family.” He lets the two Endless know about his family. The other gods were different and many had rather important jobs unlike Y/n’s.

Y/n didn’t really like these reunions since he was always reminded of how low his responsibility is compared to the others. He always held himself back from fighting the other gods and growing disrespectful. The only good thing is that he wouldn’t have to deal with them for years until their next reunion.

“Family matters, I believe.” Death mumbled with a sigh. “Don’t worry, it’ll be over quickly.” Death already knew the trouble Y/n went through whenever he had those reunions and how much he loathed them. The god of happiness, loathing over family, something the endless doesn’t see everyday.

“Anyways, I best be going. I don’t want to be late.” Y/n turns to Morpheus. “Thank you for letting us visit, I enjoyed my short time here.”

“Your always welcome into the dreaming.”

“Thank you.” He gives both of the siblings a final goodbye before Matthew escorts him out. The two siblings watch the god disappear before death whips her head to face her brother. A wide smirk on her face. “You really do like him.”

Morpheus frowns, looking away from his sister and focusing back on his books. “I don’t know what your talking about.” His fingers trail over the various books he has stacked as he looks for a certain book in the pile while ignoring his sisters laughter. “You like him! Admit it, Morpheus. The god of happiness makes you feel something.”

“He does not.” Morpheus hissed out, turning to face his sister with a harsh glare which didn’t phase her. “Of course not, you allowed him to call you ‘Morphy’ and he gave you his real name before becoming sunny. That means something.”

“Doesn’t mean anything.” Morpheus pulls out some books and lies them out, still hearing his sister ramble on. “I can see the way you change around him—he does make you feel something whether you admit it or not but Y/n is perfect for someone like you. He has that energy that everyone in the dreaming would enjoy and he makes you happy—“

“He’s the god of happiness.”

Death scoffs. “Morpheus, just one look is enough to make you smile and don’t think I didn’t notice.” She points out, pointing a finger at him as he continued to glare. “I have no interest in someone as loud as him. He’s good company but to be with is something I do not wish to do not after my past relationships.” He exclaimed, having enough of her nonsense.

Death sighs sadly, giving him a sad smile. “Time will change that.” She lets him know before turning around and heading down the steps. “Goodbye, Morphy!” She calls out behind her, earning a groan from Morpheus in response.

—

The following days are occupied in the dreaming. Morpheus himself has been making adjustments to his realm, making small changes here and there that he didn’t have much time to leave the palace. He spent majority of his time in the library, helping Lucienne and checking on the nightmares and dreams that he’s created.

While checking on the dreams he hears his librarian calling out to him. “My lord!” She is quick to approach him while he stops in his trail, turning around to face her and quickly grows worried. “Is something wrong?” He asks, concerned by what’s to happen due to her rushing so fast to him. “My lord, the goddess of love is here to seek an audience with you. I’m sorry, but I do not know how she got her or was granted passage to the Dreaming.” She explained, getting the man’s attention as he raised a brow.

“What does the goddess of love seek?” He asks but Lucienne can only shake her head, not knowing why. The two are quick to return back to the palace where the goddess waited patiently in the throne room, she was pacing in her steps, worry filled her eyes and determination. When Dream enters the room she’s quick to look up, sighing in relief but still showing her respects.

“Lord Morpheus.” She gives a small bow of respect. “What brings you here, love?” Morpheus asks, putting his hands behind his back as he questions the goddess, not entirely happy about her entering his realm without an invitation. “My lord, apologize for coming unannounced. You see, it’s about my brother.” Her voice is soft laced with worry.

“Your brother?”

“Yes, Sunny. The god of happiness.”

Morpheus’ attention is back to her, raising a brow. “What about him?”

“He’s missing.” Love Fidgets with her necklace, focusing on the texture of the jewelry that was gifted to her by Sunny when they first spent their time together and sharing each others abilities. The two had a strong bond and Love cared for him deeply but recently he’s gone missing and the people of the waking were lacking happiness. Their reassurance and peace all because her brother missing.

“Missing? How is that possible.” Morpheus deep voice startles her. “And what makes you think I know where he is?”

“My lord, the last time he spoke to us was during our family dinner. He spoke highly about you and told us stories about his adventures—when he went missing we figured that you could possibly know something about him or where he’s gone.” She explained. “My brothers absences is causing a big disturbance in the human realm. They lack the happiness they need and without Sunny it’s—“ she bites her lip, blaming herself for her brother missing. “Anything you could possibly know can help.” She pleads and begs.

“I’m sorry, love. But I do not know about your brothers whereabouts.”

Loves shoulder sag, sadness taking over as she nods. “Of course, I understand and I apologize again for disturbing you.” She gives him another bow before walking past him and making her way towards the doors.

“But, I can help you find him.”

Morpheus looks over his shoulder, getting the goddess attention. “I wish to help on finding him.” If Y/n is missing or captured he would want to help find him. He wouldn’t want someone like Y/n to be missing for hundreds of years or to experience the same thing that he went through when he was captured.

“Matthew.” Morpheus calls out to his raven that flies down from his post, landing in front of him. “Your highness.” The raven says, earning a small smile from the king of dreams. “Matthew, I’d like you to join love with locating Sunny. If you find him or hear about anything you report back to me.” He instructs, earning a small nod from the raven. “Of course, sir!” He turns to the goddess of love.

Love looks up to Morpheus and nods. “Thank you, lord Morpheus.” She’s relieved to know that the king of Dreams is willing to help her in searching for her brother. “Lucienne and I will search in my library for anything we can find regarding, Sunny.” He informs the goddess. “Thank you.” She repeats herself, giving him one final bow before leaving the palace to confound her search for her brother.

Lucienne stood on the side, listening into the conversation and turning to Morpheus. “My lord, would you like me to get you any books regarding the god of happiness?” She asks.

“Actually,” Morpheus turns to her and asks. “What’s the one place where most people go looking for joy?” Lucienne sighs, thinking to herself before answering. “At the top of my head, I’d say amusement parks. Many mortals visit with their loved ones when looking for joy.”

Morpheus nods. “Very well, I’ll be in the Waking and searching for Y/n. I trust you to keep the realm safe while I’m gone?”

“Of course, my lord.” Lucienne knows her duty isn’t just a librarian but a trustworthy friend of keeping the Dreaming in check and making sure that everything and everyone is to remain safe.

He collects his sand and uses it to arrive into the waking world, appearing in an amusement park, closes to the last spot both he and y/n met. The day was cloudy and the park was empty, only a few couples and families roamed the area but no signs of happiness amongst the families. He walks around the park, looking left and right as he searched for the God in hopes of finding him here.

He continued to look until he stopped in his tracks, spotting a familiar ice cream stand. The same one that Y/n convinced him to eat from, knowing that he could be close. He circled around to find Y/n sitting on a bench, facing the water fountain. Holding his own ice cream cone in hand and twirling it between his fingers.

Morpheus approaches the god, hands in his pockets as he stands over him, casting a shadow over Y/n who looks up with squinted eyes. “I seemed to have found a little sunshine.” He says, making the other break into a small smile.

“Hello, Morphy.”

“Y/n.” Morpheus sits down next to him, leaning back against the bench as the other focused back on his ice cream, half melting and barley finished. “Your sister paid me a visit.”

This gets Y/n’s attention. “Which one?” He tilts his head to the side, glancing at Morpheus as the lord of dreams sighs softly. “Love.”

“Of course it was her.” Y/n rolls his eyes, leaning back in his own spot as he tossed the ice cream into the garbage. He was frowning and didn’t seem too happy. “She tells me that you went missing and have searching for you.”

“What for? They don’t need me.” Y/n huffs out angrily, surprising Morpheus. “Of course they do.”

“No they don’t! You should’ve seen them the last time we had dinner. They wouldn’t stop bickering with me or ignoring me until—“ he chokes up a little, looking down at his shoes as he curls into himself. “It’s all my brothers fault, he says that the world didn’t need happiness and that they are able to cope just fine without me.” He exclaimed. “So, in order to prove him wrong I’m punishing them.”

“Punishing them?”

Y/n nods. “If they think they don’t need me then I’ll show them what happens when happiness is taken away from everyone! I’ll show them that they need me more than ever in order to make their jobs easier.” He crossed his arms, pouting and staring at the water fountain.

The silence between them is thick, Morpheus frowning on the side as he speaks up. “Your absence affects your siblings duties.”

“Yeah, so? They seem to be doing fine.” Y/n waved his hand to the skies,m. The cloudy weather telling him that his sister, Mother Nature, was doing just fine and possibly watering the earth.

“Your siblings aren’t the only who get affected. So do the endless.”

Y/n raised a brow, turning to face Morpheus. “What do you mean?”

“What I’m meaning is, everyone needs the God of happiness in order to fulfil their duties. Without you the Endless can get affected by your lack of presence. Death, her days of collecting souls wouldn’t be full of reassurance without you. My Dreaming, they’ll lack the peace you bring to others when dreaming. Either it’s a dream or a nightmare your presence brings them that peace. Along with your siblings who need your Joy to continue.”

Morpheus scoffs lightly, looking around as he nods to the clear and lonely park. “Look at this place, isn’t it suppose to be full of joy and happiness? Shouldn’t children be running around with smiles on their faces, making memories and enjoying the fun of being with the ones they love?”

Y/n looks around, taking notice of the empty park and the amount of loneliness he feels just sitting there. He knows that Morpheus is right, this park is suppose to be full of joy and fun. It’s suppose to create new memories or perhaps bring old ones from people who’ve spent majority of their lives living close to an area that brings them happiness. He swallows nervously and gives Morpheus a glance, taking notice of the small smile on his lips.

“Would you bring that happiness back?”

Y/n sighs, giving himself a few seconds to think before coming to a stand. He turns to Morpheus and nods. “I’ll do it, under one condition.”

The lord of dreams raised a brow in questioning. “Give me one smile.” He hears Y/n say, making the Endless slowly frown. “Anything but that.” He responds back earning a laugh. “You know the rules Dream, one smile and I’ll bring the happiness back to everyone or else I continue to flee longer.”

Morpheus sighs to himself, closing his eyes in exhaustion and then opening them again. He comes to a stand to face Y/n. “Very well, I’ll give you a smile if you do the same.”

“Excuse me, Dream of the Endless. This God is always smiling.” Y/n laughs out, causing a small smile to break onto Morpheus lips. “Your smile brings me happiness.” He compliments.

Y/n’s laughter dies down a little, face growing red as he grows flustered at his words. “Oh, I mean I—“

“Sunny!!”

Y/n is attacked by his sisters, throwing themselves on him as they hugged and cried.

“My dear brother, we are sorry.”

“We were so worried for you.”

“Don’t ever do that again, Sunny!”

Y/n chuckled at his siblings apologizes, weakly patting their arms and backs as they pull away to give him to space to breath. His sister Love stands close, her hand on his shoulder. “You had us worried after disappearing for days.”

“You have no idea how much we missed you.” His sister, Mother Nature says the same.

“You gave us a fright.” His sister of Fate pulls him into another hug, wrapping his arms around her and smiling into her shoulder. He pulls away and frowns, looking at his sisters. “Where’s Void?�� He questions.

The three Goddesses look at each other, shaking their head and shrugging their shoulders. Y/n laughs to himself. “Of course, he wouldn’t be worried or caring.” He murmurs, feeling disappointed at the fact of his brother not caring. He’s the one that started everything, so of course, he wouldn’t come to apologize for his mistakes.

“You’re mistaken brother.”

Y/n gasps, startled by his brothers voice being so close to his ear as he stumbled back. Morpheus grabs him the shoulders and keeps him steady, glaring at the other god. Finally knowing who was responsible for hurting Y/n’s feelings.

“Void.” Y/n breaths out in surprise as his brother stands close to their sisters. “Sunny.” He murmurs back, sighing to himself as he struggled to speak. “I—I would like to apologize for my behavior during our last dinner. What I said was rude and shouldn’t have said anything like that to you.” He struggled with spitting out the words, he wasn’t one to apologize since he never cared to give apologies.

“There I said my apologizes, now you can stop your whining and get this fixed—“

Y/n had thrown himself onto his brother, hugging him tightly as the God of Void and darkness frowns deeply, trying to peel his brother from his arms. “Stop touching me.” He hissed out in disgust but Y/n only tightens his grip. “You know you like it!” He laughs with a wide smile on his face while avoid glared.

“This isn’t funny.” Void continues but his words go ignored.

Morpheus watched their bonding moment, looking away to give them some privacy while Love slowly approached him. She gives him a kind smile. “Thank you for finding him. He means a lot to us.” She whispers in a soft tone while Morpheus nods in return. “He means a lot to the dreaming.” Letting her know that he too, cared for the God of happiness.

Love giggled. “Who would have thought that the Lord of dreams would fall for a god like Sunny who brings happiness and joy to everyone.” Morpheus chuckles, turning back to watch Y/n smother his brother with hugs while the other tried to pull him off.

“I guess you can say that he found a way to get to me.” Morpheus murmurs, smiling at the feeling of being whole again. That empty part inside of him was missing the joy that he never experienced until meeting Y/n. The small god is able to show him that and help him. Perhaps he really did care about him.

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The Stillness Bends // Chapter 3

Title: Hero (1679 Words) Pairing: Shadowheart/Fem!Tav, Astarion/Fem!Tav, Mentions of Karlach/Fem!Tav Warnings: Flirtating, Sexual Tension, Tiefling Party A/N: be gentle and thank you for my beta @tragedybunny 💫 Taglist: @spacebarbarianweird @tragedybunny @astarionsbeloved @razrogue @celestialomlette @rentheannihilator @rinmoon7 (let me know if you want to be on the tag list or subscribe on AO3~)

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Hero. Penelope hears the word murmured from the Tieflings as she walks around the party. It is odd being around her kin, so many memories from her childhood come to the forefront. She sighs as she gazes at the moon shining down on their camp.

Alfira smiles, bumping Penelope with her hip. "Why so down? You saved our people from another untimely death. If only all bards were as brave as you, my dear."

Her laugh is infectious, but Penelope scrunches up her nose, "Remembering people lost."

Beside her, Alfira comes to rest. "Elturel was a lot on all of us."

Penelope nods solemnly, "I don't know who I lost there... I haven't been there since I was around Mol's age."

The bard's eyes widen, "Oh, no wonder our paths never crossed." Penelope wonders if she'll pry, most bards do.

Lakrissa saunters over, lust in her eyes as she wraps her arm around Alfira's shoulders. "It's so lovely out. Us beautiful queens will take Baldur's Gate by storm!" She says brightly, Alfira's giggles returning. Penelope keeps quiet, sipping her wine. "What will you do when you return to the city, Penny?" Lakrissa asks, her words almost slurred.

Penelope politely smiles, "Hmm, check on my place. Make sure my landlord hasn't kicked me out."

Lakrissa's eyes bug out, "You got your own place already? Mind if we crash once we get there?"

Penelope laughs, "If I still have one. You got a deal."

Alfira sighs, "We just have to survive! But we can do it. I'm feeling inspired. Lay, give me some lyrics."

Penelope walks away as they start drunkenly riffing. There are plenty of other people she could talk to. Halsin stands near Zevlor, the two talking with merriment, but serious still the same. She didn't expect Halsin to be so... Large. She bites her lip as she imagines his hands on her body, his mouth exploring her skin. Gods... She downs the rest of her wine, her lips puckered. They could have gotten better wine. She refills her glass anyway, it’s time to celebrate after all. She might as well enjoy it while she can with so much going on.

Penelope nurses her cup of cheap wine as she walks around the camp. Back in Baldur's Gate, she's used to the finer drinks, especially when one of her favorite clients would come in to spoil her. She smiles as she glances over at Rolan, Cal, and Lia. Rolan reminds her of him except as a Tiefling. A stuffy Wizard with money. He liked playing up that she was his mistress only interested in his money as he got her drunk and she pretended that he was the best she ever had. She curses to herself. If only she had her coin purse when she got kidnapped. He kept her coffers heavy. But luckily, she kept most of her savings in her account at the Counting House. She sighs. What good is it there if not here where she can use it?

Her scowl is matched by Astarion who watches as Alfira and Lakrissa chat next to him. He sips his wine, shaking his head. "If one more Tiefling thanks me, I will lose my mind. This hero business is your doing, not mine." Astarion flares his nostrils as he looks her up and down.

Tonight she wears a form-fitting black dress. Plenty of eyes trail wherever she goes. Even the righteous Zevlor watches.

"Aww, you're not a fan of praise?" Penelope teases before sipping her wine. It's easy with him to slip back into her familiar role, flirtation falling from her lips and landing in his lap where Astarion returns in kind.

He rolls his eyes, "Plenty of praise, but maybe not like this... There must be something more fun to do than standing around our camp drinking this mediocre wine."

"What would you like to do then, Mr. Astarion?" She asks, stressing his name. It's an old trick she would do with clients back in Baldur's Gate. Men who preferred being in charge liked being called mister, and in turn, would call her princess and their baby. She doubts Astarion would venture that far.

He smirks as he looks around the camp, before allowing his eyes to venture across her body, the low-cut of the bodice then up to her full glossy lips. His eyes flick up to hers as he holds his cup, considering. "Hmm, something more lively, more exciting and fun," He purrs.

She hides an inward smile behind her chalice. "Really?"

"We could get away, make our own entertainment, darling. Get a little closer, so to speak. Finish some unfinished business."

Heat creeps around her neck as she remembers the night he revealed he's a vampire, their quick shared kiss. She clears her throat, taking another sip from her cup, tilting her head to the side, her pink eyes looking deep into his, "Perhaps we could... If you say please."

Astarion's eyes widen in shock, his voice dropping to a whisper, "What?"

She quickly bites her bottom lip as she steps closer, holding her cup closer to her exposed cleavage. "Say it. Say 'please.'"

He keeps his voice low, close to that sultry purr, "Please."

She exhales deeply through her nostrils feeling the heat radiating from their bodies as she smiles. "Good boy!" She coos, before adding. "I'll think about it."

She grabs his bottle, taking a sip before handing it back to him. "You're right about this stuff. We'll have to find a better wine for next time." She winks.

He holds the green glass bottle, pondering it momentarily before taking a sip himself. An indirect kiss. "Cheeky little pup... I hope I see you later." She smiles as she walks away. The camp will be so annoyed with them by the end of it, Penelope thinks as she moves on to Shadowheart and Karlach.

The duo are as close as they can be, giggling and whispering. There's a pang of jealousy in Penelope's chest as she steps closer. "Ah, the lady of the hour. Penelope!" Karlach raises her glass. "I'd kiss you if I knew I wouldn't melt you."

Penelope smiles brightly, her fangs peeking out. "I'd allow it for you, Karlach," Penelope flirts as Shadowheart's eyes drink her in. Karlach clinks her glass against Penelope's, heat radiating from her hand.

"Don't get me too het up, darling. Besides, we saw you talking to the vampire," Karlach lowers her voice, winking. Shadowheart brings her cup to her lips, and shadows dance across her eyes.

"We just talked," Penelope replies, trying to keep her butterflies down.

"Be careful with him," Shadowheart interjects, a smile on her lips. Penelope can't decide if it is genuine or not.

"Be careful?" Karlach asks, her eyebrows raising in curiosity.

Shadowheart nods as she clears her throat. "She might be bloodless in the morning, or dead. We won't know what to do without our fearless leader."

Penelope doesn't believe her, but she keeps up her smile. "He's going to need to feed you know," Penelope laughs, flipping her long hair.

"There are goblins still running about, Penny," Shadowheart says, her eyebrow twitching.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd think you'd want me to hang out with you instead," Penelope steps closer to the cleric who rolls her eyes. The blush around her cheeks and neck is unmistakable.

Karlach cackles as she sits back. "Gods, one day we should just have one big orgy. When I can touch that is." She says, her energy is infectious.

Shadowheart scoffs, "I don't want to sleep with any of you." Penelope and Karlach's expressions mirror each other in disbelief. "Really?" Karlach asks, her eyes softening.

Shadowheart crosses her arms, looking away, changing the subject. "I still can't believe we did this. Well, sort of anyway."

"Did what?" Penelope asks, standing next to Shadowheart as they gaze upon the party.

"Saved the refugees. Though, I'm not entirely surprised." Shadowheart waves half-heartedly at Penelope.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Karlach reaches for more wine as she asks the question. Penelope is curious too. Of course, she would save the Tieflings. They're kin even if strangers.

"Penelope is a good person. Probably a true follower of Selûne." Shadowheart sneers, before chuckling. "Lady of Sorrows forgive me. I forget myself." Karlach's eyes dart between Penelope and Shadowheart, a knowing smile on her lips.

"Is it wrong to do the right thing?" Penelope asks, her eyes searching Shadowheart's. There's a hint of doubt in her eyes.

"Not... Necessarily, but not what I pictured for myself anyway."

"What did you picture?" Penelope asks quickly.

Shadowheart opens her mouth to reply before holding up her cup. "We can speak of specifics later, Penelope. Besides, don't you have to go play with Astarion soon?"

Penelope rolls her eyes smirking, glancing over at the brooding Astarion. "You know, you are welcome to join us. I don't think Astarion would mind," Penelope says in a sing-songy tone, playfully smiling. She leans forward to look at Karlach. "Same for you, my love."

Karlach bursts into laughter as she shakes her head. "I'm probably sobering up, but as much as I love to ride him throughout the Feywilds, I would rather have you to myself. At first anyway." Goosebumps rush Penelope's skin as she sits back, focusing on Shadowheart.

The raven-haired woman is lost in thought again before sighing. "We can talk in private if you want before you have your fun."

Penelope nods, "That could be arranged." Penelope hopes there won't be that much talking, unsure what she wants to share.

"You two play nice then," Karlach yawns, shaking her head. "I'm going to go to bed soon. I'm sure we'll be up bright and early." Karlach teases before heading to her tent, leaving the two alone.

Their eyes meet, but Shadowheart glances away first. "I'll be at the waterfall. Don't keep me waiting." Shadowheart says, leaning close as she presses a kiss on Penelope's cheek, her body soft against Penelope's. Her mind races as she watches Shadowheart disappear into the shadows.

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"The Bewitched and the Beguiled" Ch. 4.5: "Our Not-So Little Secret..."

Summary: Baron tries to set things right

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: Honestly, this turned out pretty angsty, but fluffy ending, suggestive language, mentions of being a spicy dancer, lots of creative insults and curses, Baron being a little bit of an asshole, Michelle is wanting to throw her head through a wall.

A/N: I'M BACK. Holy guacamole, I am so sorry I dropped off the face of the earth. I started school and got a new job in September and my life was crazy, I couldn't find balance until now. I'm picking this series back up in a place where I feel like would be a nice transition? This is a smaller chapter, it's necessary for the plot (we learn some shit), but also it's a little warm up chapter for me to get back into the game and for you to remember where we left off if you've been following along. I hope you enjoy and thank you for supporting me! And as always, if you're liking this series and want to know when new parts are posted, let me know and I'll add you to the tag list! Much love to all of you <3

-WD

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August 22nd, 2021 Las Vegas, Nevada

Michelle awoke with a start, only questioning for a short moment why she was awoken so suddenly before a heavy knocking came from her hotel door. She glanced at her phone to check the time.

6:42 AM.

"Fuck..." Michelle groaned as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes, only to curse again when she realized she slept with her make-up on.

Thud thud thud.

"Do you know what time it is?" Michelle called as she flipped the sheets over and reluctantly slid out of bed.

Thud thud thud.

"Actually, better question. Do you have a death wish?" Michelle shook her head and swung the door open, only to throw it closed again with a fresh ferocity as soon as she saw who was at her door. She locked the door and took a step back.

"Go. Away. Or I'm calling hotel security to remove you from the premises, you gargantuan, imbecilic douchecanoe." Michelle groaned and buried her face in her hands.

"Wow, did you break out the thesaurus for that insult? It really rolls off the tongue." Baron's chuckle was muffled through the door.

"I bet you couldn't even spell 'thesaurus', you overgrown beefhead." Michelle took a step forward and leaned her shoulder on the door so she could throw insults at him through the crack. She could feel her face getting hotter the more he opened his mouth.

"Oh so I'm a beefhead now? What happened to douchecanoe?" Baron laughed.

Michelle did not care to entertain his stupid question with a stupid response, so she crossed her arms and stayed silent. She heard him sigh on the other end of the door.

"Listen, I didn't come here to fight with you." Baron's voice dropped low, Michelle almost did not hear him.

"Mission failed." Michelle muttered.

"Honest to God, I didn't." Baron quickly responded. "I wanted to talk about last night-"

"There's nothing left to be said!" Michelle's patience wore thin the more he spoke. "We'll never be friends, end of story. Never speak to me again, goodbye Baron."

Michelle kicked off the door and took a couple steps back toward her bed before his voice stopped her dead in her tracks.

"I miss you calling me Thomas."

Her heart sank. The silence was so loud as she padded back to the door.

"Would you rather me call you Thomas while I insult and curse you out?" Michelle pulled the hair tie from her hair and twisted it into a bun. "Would that make you feel better or worse if I screamed at you, using your real name?"

"I miss hearing you say my name. You always made it sound so nice." His voice sounded so small all of a sudden, which made Michelle's jaw clench out of frustration as a sick feeling settled in her stomach. "I just want to talk about last night. I brought you something actually, can I come in?"

"Is it a knife?" Michelle joked, which made him chuckle softly.

"No, it's not a knife." Baron's deep voice rumbled. "Well, there's a little plastic knife in the bag, but that's just in case you want any cream cheese."

Michelle unlocked the door and peeked her head into the hall. Baron was dressed in basketball shorts and a tank top, his muscles and tattoos on full display. He wore the most genuine smile she had ever seen on his face as he nodded a greeting. In his hands was a brown paper bag and what looked like a to-go cup of coffee. The heat protector wrapped around the cup read "Einstein Bros."

"Good morning." Baron grinned a toothy grin when he saw her in all her morning glory. "Did I wake you up?"

Michelle just let out a sarcastic laugh.

"Yes, you ignoramus."

"Sorry, sorry," Baron threw his free hand up with a snicker. "I don't want to get you all worked up again, please don't slam the door in my face."

"If you keep up with comments like that, I might. You're on thin ice." Michelle leaned against the doorframe and gestured to the bag. "What's that?"

"A peace offering." Baron offered her the cup and the bag, which she hesitantly took.

"Is it poisoned?" She asked as she turned away and walked back into her room, leaving the door open enough for Baron to let himself in.

"You have so little faith in me! No it's not poisoned." Baron let out a hearty laugh as he closed the door behind him and followed her to the little desk she sat herself at. "Its a hot mocha latte with oat milk and a bagel breakfast sandwich from Einstein Bros. Bagels."

Michelle's eyebrows crinkled as she dug into the bag and pulled out a to-go container. Inside was a hefty bagel sandwich, still steaming.

"I remember you loved Einstein Bros. when we were going out, and they have one down the street. So, I just figured..." Baron's thought trailed off as he sat on the bed behind her, giving her some space. He looked at his hands folded in his lap, then rubbed the back of his neck.

Michelle turned around, still looking confused.

"You remembered that?" A small smile curled on her lips.

Baron laughed as he nodded.

"Yeah, actually. I even remembered what you used to get on your bagel." Baron pointed at the box as he spoke. "Correct me if I got it wrong, but I think you used to get a cheese bagel, toasted, with chipotle spread, a scrambled egg, spinach, American cheese, and side a of cream cheese."

Michelle fumbled with the box as he spoke to double check the sandwich. She let out an incredulous laugh and stared at him with shocked eyes.

"How could you possibly remember all of that, that's insane." She grabbed ahold of the sandwich and took a big bite. She let out a hum and her eyes fluttered shut as the sandwich danced on her taste buds. "Thank you."

"My pleasure." Baron smiled as he watched her absolutely demolish the sandwich. He tried not to laugh out of fear she might toss him out.

When she finally finished, she wiped her mouth and fingers with some napkins and took a sip of her coffee. She turned her chair and attention to Baron and sighed.

"So, last night?" She sat back in her chair and crossed her arms.

"I was drunk and a huge idiot, I'm so sorry." Baron said with his lips in a thin line, disappointment on his face.

"Gotta do better than that, you have a lot of ground to make up if you want us to be anything close to cordial." Michelle shook her head.

"I wasn't in a good place when we first met, I honestly was the biggest egomaniac then, I feel like I've humbled since then. I'm not asking for another chance at being your...whatever we were. I just want to try to be friends." Baron sighed, his face turning red out of embarrassment as he recounted the past in his head.

"'Friends'? No, I don't think we'll be friends for a long time." Michelle took another sip of her coffee before she continued. "You were horrible to me. The only reason why I'm giving you the time right now to try to make this right is because we're going to be working together for the foreseeable future. So you gotta give me more than 'I've changed'."

"I have though, I really have." Baron leaned forward and rested his forearms on his knees. "What do I have to do to prove it to you?"

"It's just going to take time. You can try to not pull stunts like you did last night." Michelle leaned back in her chair. "That wasn't cool."

"I am so sorry for that, I really am. I was a huge asshole last night." Baron nodded along as he spoke and dropped his head down in shame. "I think I was just angry with how we left things. I'm sorry."

"You can say sorry all you want, you have to prove it to me if you really want to fix this. It'll take time." Michelle sighed as she leaned forward and patted his knee. "Can you do that?"

"I can try, you'll be the judge of that." Baron chuckled and Michelle laughed along.

"Alright." Michelle nodded and took a big gulp of her drink.

There was a beat or two of silence before Baron spoke again.

"Can I ask you something?"

"You can ask me anything, I reserve the right to not answer if I don't want to." Michelle smiled as she spoke and turned her attention back to him. "What's up?"

"Who else knows?" Baron played with the drawstring of his shorts.

"That we fucked? Or about 'Veronica?'" Michelle smirked.

"Both." Baron laughed a little at her choice of words.

"Danielle and Annie know about us and that I was a dancer. Darcy knows about us, but not about Veronica. Oh, and Drew knows about us." Michelle concluded by throwing her now empty coffee cup in the trash.

"Drew knows?" Baron cocked an eyebrow at the news.

"Drew knows." Michelle repeated. "We got to talking last night after you cornered me in the bathroom."

"And then he charmed the pants off you." Baron rolled his eyes with an insightful smirk.

"What are you talking about-" Michelle's annoyance raised in her voice but he raised a hand to quiet her.

"Cut the crap, Micky, we share a fucking wall." Baron groaned as he got up and clapped his hand on the nearest wall. "I heard everything. Kept me up all night, couldn't go back to sleep even after you guys were done."

"You're next door?" Michelle's face paled at the thought. Baron only laughed.

"Don't worry Veronica, all your secrets are safe with me." His smile was sweet, borderline fiendish.

"I hate when you call me Veronica." Michelle's voice grew quiet as she stood.

"I hate when you call me Baron." Baron crossed his arms with a stony look on his face.

They stared at each other for a moment, neither willing to give up any ground. When the silence was too much for Corbin to bear, he sighed and rubbed the top of his head.

"Man, you got a lot of skeletons walking around, huh?" Baron chuckled, which brought a small smile to Michelle's face.

"Can only keep so many in the closet, I guess." Michelle shrugged. "It's especially hard to when they grow as big as you are."

Baron rolled his eyes at that comment and shook his head.

"You're something else." Baron sighed. "Well, I won't keep you anymore, I'm sure you have packing and shit to do."

"I got a plane to catch, I think the girls should be here soon." Michelle wrapped herself in her arms and bit her bottom lip, uneasiness settling in her chest. "Thank you for stopping by and clearing the air."

"Thank you for letting me in." Baron took a couple steps forward. "Are we at a place where I can hug you goodbye?"

"Not yet." Michelle chuckled awkwardly.

"No worries." Baron backed up a step and nodded. "I get it, we need time. Lots of ground to make up."

"Yeah."

"Well I better get going." Baron started walking towards the door. "I'll see you later?"

"For sure." Michelle walked him out and watched him for a couple steps before calling out to him one more time. "Bye, Thomas."

Baron stutter-stepped and spun around with wide eyes for a moment before he smiled and nodded.

"Bye, Mitch."

Michelle closed the door to her now empty hotel room and let out a huge sigh, trying to release the pressure of anxiety in her chest.

"Fuck." she mumbled as she tossed her shirt off and stomped towards the bathroom to take a hot shower and try to brush off the bad parts of the last 24 hours.

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Worthy, pt 8

part 1 & 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7

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tags: @bolontiku, @rampant-salamander, @darkdragonpheonix , @440mxs-wife, @castiels-sunflowers, @peekingsunshine, @alexakeyloveloki

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The miniaturized motor worked better than I’d calculated it would. I’m not sure it was because of the improved materials I had access to, or because I’d made some grave miscalculation in my original proposal. I suspected it was the improved materials though, as I wasn’t prone to math errors and I’d gone over that proposal about fifty different ways to make sure there were no obvious mistakes. You want to be flawless when you know Tony Stark is going to be checking your work.

Markus clapped me on the back and laughed. “It’s brilliant, Ella. It will be more efficient than you’d initially calculated, and will further drop your overhead!”

“Except these materials have a higher cost centre,” I protested. Markus grabbed my tablet and opened up the scratchpad feature. He scribbled a bunch of numbers down, worked through the equation and circled the final number.

“That looks like a cost saving in the end. The efficiency of the motor overcompensates for the increased material cost. Really well done, Ella,” he complimented. “I would like to point out that I have held off on giving any praise for over two weeks while you worked on this.”

I laughed. “Yeah, you’re the best boss ever, Markus. All kidding aside, I appreciate that you respected that I needed a settling-in period.”

“We’re what? 17 days without a hammer-related incident, you’ve built a fabulous thing, and Banner hasn’t come back to you with any outrageous claims about your heritage. Maybe you are just garden variety brilliant, instead of superhero special,” he teased. Neither of us had noticed Bruce coming up behind us as we were observing the motor work.

“Don’t speak too soon, Markus. I need to steal Ella away to go over the DNA results,” Bruce interrupted. My heart leaped into my chest, but I wasn’t sure if it was nerves, being startled by his voice or his actual presence.

“I’ll lock this up, Ella. Go get your super suit measurements done,” Markus teased. I shot him a warning look and pursed my lips. Without further comment to him, I followed Bruce to the elevator. We rode silently back to his lab’s floor and I followed him to his office, the sense of dread building in my chest when I saw Thor pacing across the room. Bruce pulled the door shut behind us, and I noticed that there’d been an addition to his office, in the form of one of the promotional posters from Pepper’s Women in STEM campaign. I looked completely at ease in the fake lab setting, and I looked like me. True to her word, Angela had not forced me into make-up and hairstyle hell to prepare for the photo shoot. I looked from the poster back to Bruce and then back to the poster again, wondering what on earth had motivated him to put up a Women in STEM poster in his office.

“Have a seat, Ella,” Bruce nodded toward one of the chairs but remained standing himself.

“I’m not sitting if you two aren’t,” I refused. Thor shrugged and folded himself up into the chair beside me. There was just so much of him, it looked awkward. I glanced back at Bruce and he sighed and flopped into his chair. I finally sat down.

“Your DNA results were very interesting. More interesting once we compared them to Thor’s.” Bruce looked decidedly uncomfortable.

“Oh?” I shot a sidelong glance at Thor. He also looked very uncomfortable. A heavy silence hung in the room and suddenly I realized what was going on. “Oh my god, it is him I’m related to?” It just figured. Tall, blond and pretty was my great-something-granddad.

“Not exactly.” Bruce was hedging. I narrowed my eyes and clenched my jaw in response.

“Stop beating around the bush and just tell me already.” I had been waiting on this for over two weeks, having it cloud my head and make me worry. Thor swallowed and took a deep breath.

“We are kin, after a manner, Ella,” he began. “But not by blood.”

“What does that even mean? I mean, obviously, it confirms I have Aesir blood, but that was the hypothesis being tested anyhow, so how is this surprising?” I was so confused.

“You are not part Aesir. You are part Jotun. Of my brother’s line,” Thor explained. I turned to face him, and the serious and sombre look on his face gave me pause.

“You’re my great-something uncle?” I needed clarification.

“I am your uncle. Loki is your father.” The way he said it, it was like a death sentence. The name was familiar, but I wasn’t sure why, and then I had a flash of realization.

“Loki the trickster god? From Norse mythology?” I asked. Thor nodded. “Loki the one who birthed the eight-legged horse, and the wolf, and the snake, and the queen of the dead? That Loki?” Thor nodded again.

“He has other children as well,” Thor began. I could feel myself begin to shake, and I could tell from the pounding in my ears that my heart rate was dangerously high.

“No. My mother and father have been happily married for over forty years. They tried for over ten years to conceive when they finally got me. And the twins came almost immediately after. My mother would never cheat on my father. Never.” I turned back to Bruce. “Your sample must be contaminated.”

“I thought the same thing, Ella. So I requested the historic samples from the study you were involved in and cross-matched them. My analysis was correct. I’m sorry.” He spoke so gently, I barely registered the words.

“My brother is a master shapeshifter. I have no doubt that your mother was and is faithful to your father. But the fact remains, Ella Carmichael, that you are his daughter,” Thor laid his hand on my arm.

“And you are my uncle?” I clarified.

“Loki was adopted. I am your uncle, but not by blood,” he nodded. Well, that was a relief. Of all the things for me to latch on to, it was the weightless relief that dreamy, hot Thor was not actually related to me. I wanted to hit myself in the head with something.

“That still doesn’t explain why I can lift your hammer,” I realized. Thor nodded.

“No, but it is one small piece of the puzz –“

“Oh, shit! Wait!” I suddenly remembered why I really knew Loki’s name. “Loki was the one who brought the aliens. And destroyed New York!” The bleak look on Bruce’s face confirmed it and I dropped my head onto his desk. “Just kill me now.” My ‘father’ was a sociopath. Or psychopath. I could never keep the two straight. Either way, he was a mass murderer.

“There is much to discuss with regards to your heritage, Ella. But another time,” Thor’s hand was warm on my shoulder. It was too much. Too kind. I could feel tears gathering at the corners of my eyes. I blinked them away, wiping the residue with the edge of my t-shirt and stood up.

“I am going to head back to my suite and lie down,” I said. “No chance Daddykins is going to pop in on me while I rest?” A master shapeshifter could be anywhere, and who was to say he wouldn’t want to kill me if he found out who I was. Thor flinched, just barely, and shook his head.

“Loki lost his life saving mine not long ago.” The emotion in his voice brought the tears back to my eyes and I turned away before he or Bruce could see them.

“I’m sorry, Thor,” I apologized and hurried from the office, not stopping until I was securely on the elevator. I held back my tears until I was safely inside my suite, and then collapsed on my bed, sobbing.

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“Explain to me how this changes anything, Ella?” Angela was completely unfazed by my announcement over breakfast. “You’re still brilliant. You’re still kicking ass and taking no prisoners in the lab. You’re still a viable and awesome face of the STEM initiative.”

“Let’s return to the idea of false advertising. Isn’t it false advertising to lead anyone to believe they have the same opportunity for success as I do? It could be that I’m smart because of what I am,” I protested. Angela’s jaw clenched.

“No. You do not get to play the pity-me card in this situation. And you don’t get to downplay the contributions of other women by suggesting they won’t be as smart as you. Just because your bio-dad was some sort of Norse deity doesn’t make you better or smarter than any other woman who is entering the STEM fields,” she snapped. “Perhaps the reality is that you are less deserving because of what you are. Maybe we should start holding you to an even higher standard.”

“I didn’t mean it that way!” I exclaimed. I didn’t, did I? “I don’t even know what I meant. But I don’t know what I am anymore. And what if I have the same evil lurking in me?” I was lost in my thoughts and didn’t see Angela gesturing for me to shut up until it was too late. Thor sat down beside me and took my hand in his.

“Your father was not evil. He was lost. He made extraordinarily bad decisions. But he was not evil,” he began. “He was a gifted sorcerer, a brilliant tactician, and whether he realized it or not, he was my best friend. But he once said he grew up in the shadow of my glory, and that prevented others from seeing him for what he was. But he was never evil.”

“Not even when he killed how many people?” I shot back, pulling my hand from his. “Hundreds, wasn’t it?” Thor sighed and hung his head.

“We were raised warriors, to see death in battle as the most worthy attainment. Those people he killed, he believed they were greeted in Valhalla. It does not excuse his actions, but there is always collateral loss in a war. And he was very much fighting a war. Against us, against me, against Midgard and against his captors.” Thor looked so very sad. Like he was not finished grieving.

“His captors?”

“I have enough evidence to believe that Loki was acting under the direction of another, and under duress. But that does not matter now,” he shook his head. “What matters is that you are here, my niece.” His arm snaked around me and he pulled me close, leaning down to kiss my forehead. I didn’t even realize I held romantic notions toward him until I felt them dissipate with that familial kiss. Sure, I’d thought he was beyond handsome, but I hadn’t actually been holding on to the notion that I’d ever have interested him. Had I?

“Forgive me if I don’t feel comfortable calling you Uncle.” Truthfully, I felt a little nauseated. His laugh boomed across the commissary.

“The Aesir don’t see bloodlines the same way as Midgardians do, Ella. I would feel as awkward being called uncle as you would, should I hail you as niece each time we meet. And, as I have pointed out, Loki was my foster brother, adopted into my family. There is no blood between us, and though I will cherish you as my brother’s child, I hope that our bond will be one of friendship,” he explained. “You have a saying here on Midgard, and it relates well to my shield companions in the Avengers, and I hope it will someday describe our relationship as well. The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb. Happenstance has brought us together as family, Ella Carmichael. But I hope that we can become friends.”

You could have knocked me over with a feather. Thor wanted to be my friend. Thor, who was somehow not-technically-but-still-somehow-my-uncle wanted to be my friend. I gaped at him and glanced at Angela, who appeared equally dumbfounded.

“I don’t know what to say,” I blurted. He laughed and squeezed me close again.

“Then say nothing, but bear your mind open. If for no other reason than to solve the riddle behind lifting Mjolnir, for being my friend will put you in closer contact with my hammer,” he teased. I had to smile at that.

“You make it sound like I would use you for your hammer,” I laughed.

“T’would not be the worst reason I had been used, Ella.” His eyes betrayed a deeper hurt, and I realized that no matter what the future held for me, I was going to have to be very careful with my treatment of the thunder god. He had been hurt and betrayed, and probably still saw my ability to wield Mjolnir as an offence. It was probably why he was so thrilled that I was related to him.

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Angel of God, My Guardian Dear Chapter 16: Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+, MINORS DNI)

Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader

Story Summary: While speaking at a local school for visually impaired youth, Matt runs into his childhood best friend, with whom he lost touch almost 20 years prior.

Warnings/Tags: Bit of innuendo but nothing really for this chapter.

Word Count: ~1500

A/N: The previous chapter was super short and just filler because I needed something from Matt's PoV, so enjoy this bonus update!

No, no, no… ew, too much white… this one isn't even in Hell's Kitchen… nope, nope… oh wait, what's this?

Y/N paused scrolling through real estate listings as she ran across an absolutely gorgeous 4-story townhouse with a private garden. Oh wow, this is beautiful.

She and Matt had come up with an agreed-upon budget and wishlist for their future shared home the night before and were now looking at listings -- or rather, Y/N was looking at listings and reading them off to Matt while he made stir-fry for lunch.

She scrolled through the photos then took a look at the floor plan. Basement area that Matt could slip in and out of while he's out Daredeviling, private garden, massive kitchen, 4 bedrooms and an office… oh my God, it has a library.

She scrolled down to the listing price and her heart sank. $6.7 million dollars. Fuck.

She sighed.

"No luck with that one?" Matt asked.

Y/N shook her head. "Actually it's the perfect place for us, but there's no way in hell we'd ever be able to afford it. Plus it's a townhouse, not an apartment."

"How much is it?" Matt asked.

"Almost 7 million bucks."

Matt whistled. "Yikes."

"Yeah." Y/N sighed again. "It is beautiful though."

Matt shrugged. "Is there an open house anytime soon? Maybe we can tour it to see if maybe we do want to look at townhouses instead of an apartment?"

Y/N glanced back at the listing. "Um, yeah, actually there's an open house tomorrow afternoon."

"Want to check it out then?"

"Sure, why not." Y/N laughed. "Who knows, maybe I'll actually hate it once I see it."

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"Okay, definitely don't hate it," Y/N whispered to Matt as they walked into the open house the next afternoon. "This place is even more gorgeous than it was in the pictures."

"Hi, welcome," the listing agent greeted them. "Come on in. I'm Madison with Harcourt Realty."

"Matthew," Matt said, shaking Madison's hand.

"Y/N," Y/N added. "Nice to meet you."

"Pleasure's all mine." Madison swept a hand around the foyer. "Would you like a tour?"

Y/N nodded and took Matt's hand. "Sure."

"Okay, well this lovely townhome was built in 1899 and measures out at 4,567 square feet if you include the basement -- one of the biggest townhomes in the area -- and it features 5 bedrooms and 4 bathrooms, with an additional garden room and library. Over here we have a downstairs bathroom and closet, and through here is an eat-in kitchen, a walk-in pantry complete with a wine cooler, and a formal dining room."

Y/N looked around the kitchen area as Madison paused. She could definitely picture herself and Matt making breakfast together after a long night of lovemaking.

Madison continued to the dining room. "And if we keep going, we'll reach the garden room, which has 2 large skylights to let in the natural warmth of the sunshine and opens directly to the back garden."

Y/N and Matt followed him outside.

"Do you folks do a lot of entertaining?" Madison asked.

"Not a ton," Matt replied, "but we do have relatives that come in from out of town. We're actually thinking about expanding our family so we're looking for somewhere with room for our kids to play."

"Ah," Madison said. "Well, you'll have plenty of space for little ones and your out-of-town guests."

He gestured back inside. "Okay, if you'll follow me, we can check out the basement area."

The basement was large and roomy with plenty of storage space and entrances in both the front and back.

"Matt, sweetheart, I think this would be the perfect 'man cave' for you," Y/N said lightly, hinting at the fact that Matt could come and go as Daredevil through the basement.

Matt nodded. "Yeah, I could use this as a workout room."

Madison nodded. "The previous owners also used the space as their home gym. Now, if you're ready we'll head up to the living area."

Y/N and Matt followed Madison back upstairs.

"Here's the formal living room/den," Madison said as they reached the second floor, "and through here is the library."

Y/N sucked in a breath as they stepped into the library. Definitely gotta add lots of bookshelves to the must-have list for whatever place we choose.

Matt gave her hand a squeeze. "I know which room will be your favorite," he said with a grin.

Y/N huffed out a laugh. "Well of course."

Madison then led them upstairs once again to the spare bedrooms. "Here are 2 of the bedrooms with a shared bathroom in the middle. The right-side bedroom also comes with a fireplace and walk-in closet while the other bedroom comes with a slightly smaller closet."

Matt hummed. "We'd probably want to take the fireplace out of this room. Wouldn't want the kids playing with it."

Y/N nodded. "Yeah, I agree."

"Okay, one more floor." Madison led them to the stairs once more. "Here we have a walk-in closet right outside the primary bedroom and to the right over here is a bedroom with its own attached bath, and finally another bedroom that can be used as another walk-in closet or a small office."

Y/N grinned and turned to Matt. "This can be your office, I'm taking the library as mine."

Matt chuckled. "I wouldn't expect anything less, angel."

"Do you mind me asking what you do for work?" Madison asked.

"I'm an attorney," Matt replied, "and Y/N is a librarian."

Madison nodded with a chuckle. "Ah, well, that makes sense then. Now over here is the primary suite…"

Y/N marveled over the size of the primary bedroom and eyed the large walk-in shower in the primary bathroom with envy. Definitely could have some fun with Matt in here, she thought.

She turned towards Matt, who was smirking as if he could read her thoughts. "What?"

Matt just shook his head. "Just that we were probably thinking the same thing."

Madison gestured back towards the hallway. "Okay, shall we head back downstairs?"

Y/N nodded. She knew that she and Matt were just touring the townhouse basically for shits and giggles, but it was becoming increasingly difficult to not immediately go rob a bank so that they could afford it. "This is lovely."

Matt nodded. "We'll have to discuss some things and get back with you."

Madison nodded as well. "Well here's my card in case you have any questions, but if you decide to place an offer I wouldn't wait because I feel like this place is going to go fast."

"Yes, thank you so much for the tour," Y/N said. "We'll be in touch."

"Have a nice day," Matt added.

Y/N took Matt's hand as they left.

As they walked back down the steps to the street, Y/N sighed. "Feel like going rob a bank with me so we can buy this place?"

Matt chuckled. "You liked it that much, huh?"

"Matty, it's perfect. It has everything we want in our forever home." Y/N shook her head. "I really don't think we'll find anything even remotely like it in our price range, so if we want to stay in Hell's Kitchen we might have to start looking at renting a 3-bedroom apartment, maybe a 4-bedroom if we're lucky and find a place with bedrooms the size of closets."

Matt pressed a kiss to the side of her head. "I'm sorry, angel."

Y/N shook her head. "It's not your fault."

"We'll keep looking, okay?"

Y/N nodded. "Okay."

Suddenly Matt's watch beeped. "Oh, shit, I forgot I was supposed to go meet Foggy at the office to go over our strategy for the Donnetto arbitration tomorrow."

"Oh, okay. Raincheck on dinner then?"

Matt nodded. "Here, let me get you home first, I'll call Foggy and tell him I'm running late."

Y/N shook her head. "Oh no, sweetheart, you go ahead. I'll just catch a cab back to my place."

"Okay, I'll call you when I'm done and maybe we can have dinner at your apartment? I shouldn't be more than an hour or two."

"Okay." Y/N gave him a kiss. "Love you."

"Love you too. Here, let me get you a cab."

Y/N waited as Matt hailed a cab and opened the door for her. "Thanks, sweetheart."

"No problem, angel. I'll see you later tonight, okay?"

Y/N nodded. "Okay."

"Where we goin', ma'am?" the cab driver asked.

Y/N gave him her address and sat back with a sigh. She hoped she and Matt would find their forever home soon, but it unfortunately wouldn't be this one.

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