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avengers-age-of-fanfics · 3 years

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just for you, honeybee (5/?)

pairing: steve rogers x reader (platonic), bucky barnes x reader

warnings: grief, sadness, CA:TFA

words: 2,074

authors note: I am so sorry for posting this late, been a crazy few days! anywho, part 5! slowly working our way into The Avengers & The Winter Soldier. not sure how i'll write the avengers yet but i'll figure something out! thank u for being patient!

Your whole body felt so heavy.

Everything hurt and even with your soft breathing, it was as if all the muscles in your body were screaming at you to stop. Sounds of people cheering were heard but you tried to tune it out, your brain barely able to comprehend why your body hurt so much.

After telling yourself to try to at least open your eyes, you did, and it was so bright. Your eyes fluttered closed once more as you groaned at the light, trying to adjust. Listening to the sound once more, you heard a specific tune – Harry James’ Maria Elena – play on a radio.

You groaned, opening your eyes again as the song continued, hearing Harry’s voice, “Maria Elena, you’re the answer to a prayer…”

God, James loved this song.

Becoming used to the light, you tensed your toes, your legs, your arms, all the way up to your teeth, then untensing. It felt weird, being alive. Wait…were you alive? Maybe?

Before you decided to lay in your cot any longer, you sat up, glancing at your clothes – a plain, white t-shirt with an Eagle in the middle, along with some nice fitting tan pants and some shoes. ‘Odd,’ you thought to yourself, ‘definitely don’t remember changing clothes.’

The room you laid in was relatively plain, nothing was out of the ordinary as Maria Elena continued to play on repeat. “Okay,” you said aloud, “that’s a bit weird.”

With a grumble, you placed your feet on the ground as you held your head in your hands, “ugh, Steve, where the hell are you? ‘Could really use one of Howard’s hangover cures.”

Before you could talk any more nonsense to yourself, the door opened, revealing a beautiful young woman dressed in a nurse’s outfit, “good morning.” She took a quick glance at her watch, “or should I say afternoon.

You eyed her suspiciously as one of your favorite songs quickly grew to be very annoying, “where am I? Where is Steve?”

She seemed a bit nervous as she answered you, “you’re in a recovery room in New York City. Captain Rogers is right beside you, the next room over. He has been informed that you’ve woken up.”

Harry James’ “All or Nothing At All” came on the radio and you felt the urge to roll your eyes, “where am I really?”

The woman chuckled, “I’m afraid I don’t understand.”

Your eyes narrowed, “the songs. Listen, any person with a stable head on their shoulders loves Harry James, but there is no way in hell Blue Ribbon Town is playin’ his songs all the damn time. Now, where am I – and tell Steve I want him here.”

The ‘nurse’ – well, you didn’t know if you could call her that cause you seemingly caught her bluff – grew worried as you stood up, the bed creaking below you, “just tell me where I am and where Steve is and I’ll-“

You stilled for a moment, recognizing the sounds of two people arguing, and of course, Steve’s voice. He sounded agitated and on edge, but at least you knew he was safe. Now, you just wanted to get the hell out of here. The woman, nurse, whoever she was, grabbed a walkie-talkie and began talking into it, but you paid no mind to her.

The door opened behind her, revealing a man, you guessed an Agent, in a suit, “who the hell are you? I want to get out of this room.”

The man held out his hands, “Agent Y/N, my name is Phil Coulson, we work with S.H.I.E.L.D. There’s no need to stress, you are alright and safe.”

You squinted your eyes at him, “well, Agent Coulson, I’m sure you can tell why I am even remotely hesitant to trust you, so with all due respect, I’m breaking out of here.”

And with that, you sprinted towards the wall opposite you, ramming shoulder first and knocking it down, revealing bright lights and metal flooring – almost like they were keeping something on the inside.

An alarm sounded above you as you stopped in a hallway, people looking at your figure before gasping. “All agents, code 13” echoed above you as you dragged yourself along, unable to take a second and look. You cursed Steve for leaving you alone, for not hearing you fighting with that woman and Coulson guy. Shoving some men down onto the floor, you continued to run until you pushed open the doors, the outside becoming cold very quickly.

You spun in a circle, trying to take in everything around you as you ran into oncoming traffic, the sounds of horns blaring causing more confusion than anything. Running seemed to be the only thing you knew how to do, the rain drizzling down upon you, doing nothing to slow your speed. The more you ran, the more you realized how unfamiliar everything looked. Neon signs, tall buildings, cars you’ve never seen before – if that woman was telling the truth, when the hell did everything change?

You slowed to a stop, huge moving-picture signs changed above you and the unfamiliarity was daunting. You needed someone’s hand to grab, to hold onto something, so you reached towards your chest, holding tightly onto Bucky’s dog tags.

Black cars pulled in front of you and from behind you, a tall, sort-of menacing man stood before you, “at ease, Agent.”

Your eyebrows furrowed as Steve stepped out of the backseat of the car, looking uneasy; the man continued, hands at the side of his black trench coat and eyepatch adding more questions as to who this man was, “look, I’m sorry about that little show back there, but…we thought it best to break it to you slowly.”

Your grip on Bucky’s dog tags tightened as your breathing quickened, “Steve? Break what?”

The somewhat terrifying man took a breath, “you’ve been asleep, L/N. For almost 70 years – same with your friend Captain here.”

Your heart ached and it hurt to breathe all of a sudden. Tears welled up in your eyes as you tried to steady your breathing, looking around at everything around you. Steve stepped forward, hands quickly grabbing yours even as you tried to move away, “honeybee, I know it’s a lot to take in but you gotta breathe. You got this, you got this…”

You nodded, trying to listen as ringing took over your ears.

Steve turned, trying to catch his breath as the man in front of you looked to you both, “you going to be okay?”

Steve nodded, “she’ll be okay, she’s fine.

The man looked to you, “Miss L/N?”

You tried to steady your breathing, “I need…where is…”

The man held out his hands, “we’ll answer all of your questions, starting with who I am – my name is Director Nick Fury of S.H.I.E.L.D. We’ve been taking care of you both since your discovery and anything you need, you let us know. Now, can we get you situated?”

Steve continued to look confused as you glared at Fury, “how do I know I can trust you?”

Fury gestured to the world surrounding you, “you see anyone else trying to make friends, Miss L/N?”

You grumbled, “y/n is fine, really…Cap, what’s going on?”

Steve gripped your hands, “you can trust him, y/n, I promise. He’ll make sense of everything, he’s a good guy.”

With a glare, you looked towards the Director, “where…where would I be headed with you?”

Nick Fury leaned back on the balls of his feet, “Washington D.C, Triskelion, S.H.I.E.L.D, HQ, specifically.”

With a glance to Steve, you knew that broken look too well – a place to rest, to fully digest this news, would be nice. It seems he has somewhat fit in with this new world that you now have to adjust to. You turned to Fury, “I’ll go with you. But will I be staying there permanently?”

Fury shrugged, “you are in charge of your own life. Once we get you settled, you’re free to do what you wish.”

Steve nodded towards you as he recognized your hesitance – you can trust Nick Fury. You’ll be in charge of your own life once you become accustomed to this new world.

The trip to Washington D.C. was not too troublesome, but coming to terms with what era you were living in sure was. You and Steve were silent the entire ride, making sense of what had happened during your final mission. Once you arrived, Nick Fury had no qualms about telling you what had happened; you had completed the mission, saving millions of lives, and you had won the war.

But it just did not feel right.

You knew why; you shouldn’t be here. At this point, you and Bucky, your Jamie, should be in your late 80s, kids, and grandkids living their lives to the fullest. Yet here you were, living in an unknown world without your James, and the worst part – you had no idea if his body was recovered, if he had a funeral, if Becca had something for him.

That was what the first few months of your new life consisted of: doing research on these high-tech computers about Bucky, Rebecca, catching up on the history you missed out on. Unconsciously, you found yourself researching ‘Colonel Chester Phillips’ and found that your broody Colonel lived the rest of his life to the fullest, becoming one of the founders of S.H.I.E.L.D. – you just knew that man was meant for greatness. Next, ‘Howard Stark’ added to your search and your heart ached.

Howard, your Howie Stark, was murdered.

They had known it was murder, or some kind of setup, once the feds realized much of his equipment was stolen from his car. Howard and his beautiful wife Maria were murdered.

You cried that night.

The next day, you brought yourself to visit Colonel Phillips’ grave and laid a bouquet of flowers on his grave; you knew he’d call you ridiculous, that he didn’t need any flowers, but you did it anyway. Shockingly, Howard and Maria’s gravesite weren’t too far and you had laid flowers on their graves as well.

Steve hadn’t joined you.

You weren’t upset with him, no, just…you weren’t sure. You wished he came along, but he figured giving you space was what you needed when in reality, you needed him – you needed your Steve Rogers from Brooklyn. At least when you two went down, Peggy was still alive; your James wasn’t. A part of you hated Steve for that, but it also grieved with him.

Nothing more was done of your research on Jamie; you’d seen the same thing about him over and over, yet you knew all that was said. However, you loved seeing moving pictures of him and Steve, ones you hadn’t seen before that day. He was just as beautiful as the day he left you for war. His smile made your heart race and his nose scrunch, his eyes squinting during his smile…he was breathtaking.

Reaching below the collar of your shirt, you grasped the dog tags around your neck, thankful S.H.I.E.L.D. hadn’t taken them off. Laying a kiss on them, you let them go, hitting your chest before your fingers met the keyboard: “Grover, Newspaper vendor, Brooklyn.”

That man had continued selling newspapers until his final years and right away, you saw an article titled, “LOCAL NEWS VENDOR SHARES PERSONAL EXPERIENCE WITH CAPTAIN AMERICA’S PARTNER, Y/N L/N, AFTER LOSS OF CONTACT.” Of course, that old man had to talk about you.

Reading the article, you realized this was right after Steve and you crashed; you felt Grover’s grief and pain through his words. “That kid was a pain in my side, but y/n l/n is – was, one of the lights in my life. She was like the daughter I’ve always wanted an’ while I wish she coulda stayed here, she always told me she needed ta’ do somethin’ with her life,” Grover had said, the author keeping his Brooklyn accent. “Her relationship with James Barnes meant so much to that girl and if there was any way she’d avenge his death, she’d be doin’ it, and I know she did,” he said, “and even though I gotta live the rest of my life without that girl, I know I couldn’t have kept her from doin’ what she thought was best. I love her and…I’ll miss her.”

Visiting his grave was the most emotionally draining day since you’ve been back.

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A Dragon Is Not A Slave

Chapter 9: Valar Morghulis

Summary: Reader meets the U.N. and finds out her she has more support than she realized.

You were pacing on the SHIELD’s bus in your new outfit: pants made with room for your tail and an actual dress shirt with a low cut back to accommodate your wings. It was far nicer than anything you had tried to make yourself. You still had the collar around your neck, but you convinced the CIA not to put you back in chains for the trial.

“If you guys drag me in there chained in every way possible, it will prove to everyone in the room that all the work Thor did meant nothing and that you don’t trust me. We’ll be dead in the water before we can even start. Besides, with this collar on, what the actual hell can I really do?”

“Then why not remove the collar as well?” Agent Ross was in charge with escorting you to the SHIELD’s plan that morning.

“Because leaving it on me also shows you value everyone’s safety and peace of mind until they also feel they can trust me.”

“Very wise of you.” He continued to look over the check sheet for leaving the facility that morning.

You shrugged, “you tend to learn a thing or two about people when all you can do is sit there and watch. It’s either learn, or possibly die.”

He raised his face. “You’re very blasé about the fact that you could have died at any moment at the hands of Hydra.”

“Valar morghulis.”

Agent Ross raised an eyebrow at you. “Meaning…..?”

“All men must die. The moment I was rejected at home I knew I was on borrowed time. Even before my mutation reared its ugly head I had heard stories of what had happened to other kids. Kicked out of their home; beaten by a family member, a former friend, a stranger; left to starve on the streets; or flat out killed by a human who fears what they don’t understand. Being rescued by the Avengers, having Thor seeing something else in me…. it’s given me the chance at life I never once thought I would have.”

Agent Ross couldn’t help his smile. “Well let’s hope after today you get to keep this chance.”

“I hope so, as well. I’ve grown fond of my new will to live.”

Now you were on a plane looking out one of the windows as you flew to one of the UN locations in The Hague, Netherlands. It was very weird at first to be in the air but not actually flying yourself. The last time you weren’t really paying attention as you had been unconscious most of it and the rest of it you were busy worrying about whether or not you would die that day. You weren’t alone in the room but for the most part everyone was giving you space to see what you would do with your new found semi-freedom.

Though it was hard not to feel the eyes on your back as you only half paid attention to the scenery change outside your window. You were in a room that seemed to be used for conferences/meetings. Behind you at the round table sat Agent Ross, Director Coulson, Nick Fury, and Fury’s right hand Maria Hill talking quietly as they watched you. Hill hadn’t been there the day of the battle nor had she ever ‘visited’ you at the CIA facility, but you had to admire how she took in the sight of your wings and tail in stride. A shame she wasn’t able to do the same when she looked into your black and red eyes, but you were less shocked by that. The only one who ever looked into your eyes and not flinch or show fear had been Thor. You took a deep breath thinking about the god, wondering if he would be at your hearing. It had been a whole month since Secretary Ross had banned visitors and besides the unauthorized visit from Loki and the note snuck in via Coulson, you hadn’t heard from him the entire time. You were starting to miss him badly.

Just as you felt the plane shift beneath you, the door opened and you saw the reflection of Agent May in the plane’s window. “We’re going to begin our descent now.”

“Thank you, May.” You heard Coulson reply.

You took a shaky breath and felt your tail start to swing at the end in a nervous fashion. Turning to face the group, you could see they all were waiting to hear what you had to say. But instead, your mouth opened and closed just as quickly. Coulson came over and placed his hands on your shoulders.

“It’s going to be ok. You have quite a few good people in your corner. Just remember to breath and go slowly through your story so each word can be recorded.” You nodded your head and he gave you a small smile. “Let’s go, kid.”

The group escorted you off the plane and into a set of waiting vehicles with you standing in the back of a military truck thanks to your wings. A short ride later you were standing in front of a beautiful historic looking building with a clock tower to one side. By the doors stood Nat and Tony and you smiled shyly as they opened the doors for you.

“Hey kid,” Tony greeted with a warm smile. “How you holding up?”

“As well as I can, I guess. Thank you for coming here today.”

“Well, we couldn’t leave our newest recruit to fend for herself against the wolves.” He patted you on the shoulder as you two walked down a hallway. “Plus, I had to see the look on your face when you saw our surprise.”

“Surprise?” You stopped and looked at Tony in confusion. He just smirked and opened the door to the courtroom. Your jaw dropped in shock. “Thor?”

Thor towered before you in all black Asgardian armor with his red cape draped over his shoulders, looking every bit the fearsome god. Before you could get any more out, Thor wrapped his arms around you the best he could and pulled you close. You stood in shock for a moment before wrapping your arms around his neck, slowly taking in the fact that you were finally touching him. It felt…. you couldn’t really describe it. Perfect? No. Complete. You felt complete. You felt whole.

You let out a shaky breath as you tried to hold back the tears. Thor pulled away and gently wiped your cheeks. “Do not cry, little one. I could not let you face them alone. We are in this together.”

Nodding your head, you couldn’t help the smile on your face. “I know, I’m just not used to anyone being in my corner.” You took a deep breath to steady yourself. “So, uh, nice outfit.”

Thor’s laughter rumbled in his chest. “Stark felt it would have been best if I had shown up in a suit like the other Avengers. But I am a king as well as an Avenger and felt if this was good enough to hold court for Asgard, it was good enough for the court of mortals.”

“I can’t argue with that logic!” Then what he said hit you. “Wait, the other Avengers are here?”

“Of course! We all want to see you free and many could not wait until the day you came to the compound to meet them.”

“Except for Parker,” Tony cut in. “Nice kid, but short attention span for boring things like trials. I don’t need him fidgeting in there.”

“No, you fidgeting in there’s enough for the both of you,” Nat quipped as she walked past to take her seat. Tony stuck his tongue out at her as you all filed into the room.

The room itself was large and cozy at the same time. Large windows lined one wall and were filled with stained glass, causing a beautiful rainbow of light to dance along the floor. A long row of desks were immediately underneath those windows with two more desks on the other side facing the first row. As Agent Ross led you to one of the desks, a movement out of the corner of your eye caught your attention. You looked over to see Bucky, Steve, and Nat sit with a few other people you didn’t quite recognize. One you were sure was the archer from the battle and another one had the set of metal wings that had taunted you with a drone, but the others were strangers to you. It didn’t matter: they had all come to support you.

You happened to notice Loki was missing and turned towards Thor with the question in your eyes. He smiled ruefully. “Loki is still trying to earn his place on Earth. It would not do to have him show his support today.”

You just nodded your head and went to sit next to Agent Ross and the CIA’s attorney at one of the desks, doing your best not to knock anything over with your wings or tail. To the table next to you sat Secretary Ross with a couple other people you didn’t recognize. You turned to look at Agent Ross who seemed just as shocked as you.

“_____, I swear I had no idea my boss was going to take the opposing side” Ross whispered in your ear. “Just remember to stay calm like Coulson said.”

“It’s going to be hard to focus with him glaring at me.”

“Then focus on Thor. Act like your telling him everything you need to tell the panel.”

You nodded your head and looked over your should at Thor. He flashed you a reassuring smile. You turned around as the panel began to file into the room.

Chapter 10

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lovelyirony · 4 years

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omg 10. “change in mind or change in heart?” with natmaria please? xx

Maria Hill does not like crushes. Ever. They complicate things, are never returned, and mess her up.

This is why she does not like being around Natasha Romanoff. Black Widow. Tasha. Whatever you call her, Maria avoids her.

This isn’t rational, she knows that. Maria can be a very rational person, but not about emotions. If she could still maintain a shred of empathy every now and again, she would cut out every single emotion entirely.

Apparently, that is “severely unhealthy” and “please see a therapist, Ms. Hill.”

It’s Deputy-Director Hill, firstly. Secondly, her whole job is severely unhealthy. She’s not going to stop working it.

But back to the matter at hand. A crush. Crushes are stupid. All the time. Because when Maria gets a crush, she tends to imagine unrealistic scenarios, reads into every single action, and acts very illogically.

Such as leaving the break room when her break has just started because Natasha enters and smiles at her.

Or the time that Maria volunteered to do one of the hardest missions of the week because she decided that it would be better to focus her energies on not being killed and taking down a trafficking ring in Texas and dealing with gun-happy people than sitting down and telling someone that she had feelings for them.

This did not happen out of the blue.

Sure, she noticed Natasha when she first came. Hell, everyone did. With her Cupid’s Bow lips, green eyes that could stare right through you, and a killer figure, she bewitched everyone and she knew it.

But that’s just noticing someone. That’s not knowing how they smile when they find something really funny. That’s not noticing how someone takes their coffee.

And it’s not falling for someone.

People tell you that it’s “love at first sight.” Pro-Tip: falling in love happens quickly, but it ain’t that quickly.

Maria falls in a month.

It is when she notices that Natasha refuses to drink coffee without creamer. It is when they share jokes and looks at some of Fury’s more petty quips, share a mission, and Natasha laughs.

She laughs.

And Maria falls. It’s like when she takes a dive from a tall building and there’s that split-second moment of being worried you didn’t bring your parachute or your team doesn’t have your back.

So Maria has a little freak-out in her office and on the drive home. It’s fine. She just yells and someone to the right of her car stares, but it’s Fine.

Things are Fine.

(They are not Fine.)

Because she likes Natasha. Likes her in the way that she wonders how it would feel to kiss her, to run her hands through her curls and get them tangled up.

What if they got too tangled up? What if she accidentally got her hand stuck and then Natasha had to cut her hair and hated her for all of eternity?

The worst part of having a crush, in Maria’s experience as a human on earth, is quite often it is not returned. There is either the painful experience of them softly smiling and telling you that they are honored, but not like that. Friends, please?

Or you drift and drift away and you don’t know them and they still smile at you but it’s not the same it can’t be the same all because you were fucking stupid and messed it up and then you’re alone, and--

Wow. Too personal.

Anyways. They do not return it. And someone like Natasha...a girl could dream. But dreams are short-lived. And they are often just that.

So she could think about getting coffee with Natasha before work and sneaking kisses while they commute together. She could think about taking her out to dinner and smiling across the table and arguing who will pick up the check.

But that’s not possible.

So Maria gets the hell on with her job and reviews over the paperwork twice.

It’s not until Coulson asks her to come into his office and she sees her.

“Hey Mar,” Natasha says, smiling. “Fancy having a bit of a fun weekend.”

Maria’s cheeks color.

“Um, sure?”

Natasha laughs.

“You’re cute when you blush,” Natasha says.

“Stop flirting in my office, it’s going to scar me,” Coulson says blandly. “I need you both to go undercover for a weekend. We’re supposed to be intercepting confidential medical information from one Dr. Tanner. She’s attending an exclusive LGBTQ club event. You’ll drop in Friday, fraternize Saturday, and lure her in. Got it?”

“With all due respect Phil, why two of us?” Maria asks. “Natasha would do great, um. I don’t mean to sound creepy about that.”

“None taken,” Nat says, grinning.

“Two different styles,” Phil says. “Don’t make me explain. Just bring that blazer and the red pants you like. Go, plane lift-off at seven in the morning.”

Maria nods.

And then freaks out. In her apartment.

Should she buy new perfume? Should she get a new face mask? Maybe she could pack seven different lipsticks, or maybe--

She’s overthinking this. By a lot. But damn, it’s with Natasha. Alone.

Natasha is excited. She’s the one who convinced Phil to let her put Maria on this mission. It’s logic. She could do it by herself. But it’s so much fun when you have a gorgeous woman at your side.

She’s intending to tell Maria how she feels. She’s noticed the glances, the way Maria smiles at her. The most important part is that she knows that Maria isn’t just looking.

So she’s packing, and she’s bringing her nice dress.

Maria shows up to the airport in comfy jeans, an old college sweatshirt, and has her hair pushed back into a messy ponytail.

“Too early,” she grumbles, gripping her backpack.

Natasha, of course, looks put together as always. She smiles at Maria.

“Good sleep?”

“None, unfortunately.”

“Worried about the mission?”

“More like the outfit.”

“We can change it up when we get there,” Natasha says. “For now, you’re all good. I was thinking we get lunch when we get there?”

“Sounds good.”

The plane takes off, Maria fails to get a nap in, and instead texts Tony memes.

you know every single time you text me i’m in shock

why, because you know i’m funny?

no, not that. just shook that you actually contact me. i thought you had bad guys to catch.

i do. just on a plane for now.

oh, with nat ;) she mentioned being excited about the mission! happy u get 2 spend quality time with her, loser

i will tell pepper about the candle incident.

i will literally give you an apartment for free if you don’t do that

i want locations.

Maria smiles to herself, looking out.

“Gorgeous, right?” Natasha asks, smiling at her. “I think we’re gonna have some fun, Mar.”

She likes the nickname. A lot. Probably more than she should.

But they touch down, get their car, and Maria looks up restaurants.

Natasha settles on Mexican.

It’s a nice place, all things considered. They make easy conversation as they drive, and end up getting a table and looking at the menu. The salsa is good. Has a bit too much cilantro, but eh. What are you gonna do?

“So, what do we know about Dr. Tanner?” Maria asks.

“She likes women a lot, and she also likes performing illegal procedures on people.”

“Dynamic.”

Natasha laughs, sipping more of her water.

They check into the hotel, get to their room, and find out that there’s only one bed.

One. Fucking. Bed.

“We can make a switch, maybe, but--”

“It’s fine,” Natasha says smoothly, cutting the attendant off. “No trouble at all, but thank you.”

Things are Fine.

Just that Maria realizes that technically she will sleep with Natasha. Not in the usual way. But. Still. Sleep.

They also have to get ready in the same bathroom and room.

Great.

At least they both like trashy reality TV and documentaries. They share stories about work, share a mutual hatred for a coworker, and agree to have coffee when they get back.

“There’s a great little place that I think you’ll love,” Natasha says. “It’s right by my apartment.”

“I’d love that,” Maria says, smiling. “A lot.”

And then it’s time to get ready for the night.

Maria decides to commandeer the bathroom, fiddling with her suit. She’s not sure if it’s too much with the heels. It might be. She still does her mascara and lipstick.

And then she exits.

Natasha falters in applying her lipstick.

“Damn Maria. Damn.”

Maria smiles.

“You clean up well yourself, Romanoff.”

(Natasha loves how she says her last name.)

Maria cannot stop staring at Natasha. Because she looks stunning.

This mission is boring. It could’ve been one person. Which makes Maria curious as to why there are two of them. Not that she’s necessarily complaining. It just...doesn’t make sense.

Dr. Tanner is already infatuated with Natasha. She’s enamored, following her around like a dog on a leash.

It’s amusing. Maria hates it. She’s on her fourth plate of appetizers.

She has also gotten approached by a very cute woman.

“Hey gorgeous,” she purrs. “I’m Lily. You are?”

“Valerie,” Maria responds. “Pleasure to meet you.”

“In that suit...the pleasure’s all mine,” Lily says. “My hotel room is 202, if you’re interested.”

“I don’t believe so,” Natasha says, laying an arm around her waist. “Ready to go, honey?”

Maria grins.

“Sorry Lily, but I hope you find someone cute.”

Natasha leads her out of the club.

“I got the USB device. Put it in her device, huge mistake. Glad we don’t need to break into her hotel room. Anyways, room service?”

“Sounds good,” Maria says, mouth going dry. “You can, um, stop having your arm around my waist. If you want. I don’t mind.”

Natasha smiles.

“And if I don’t want to?”

“Change of mind or change of heart?” Maria asks, grinning nervously.

“Neither. Always liked you, Hill. I thought you knew. That’s why I wanted you here on the mission.”

Maria blinks, smiles, and grabs Natasha’s hand.

“Cancel room service, I don’t think it’s necessary.”

Natasha smiles.

“Yes ma’am.”

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The Queens of London Part 4 - My Shadow’s the Only One That Walks Beside Me

I wrote this at 1 AM and it really shows. Anyway, I have no idea what’s happening anymore but I tried my best! This chapter feels very filler-y at parts, but I do like where everything is going, so you’ll have to stick around and “Suddenly Seymour”! *gets hit by flying book* Okay, I see how it is. Anyways, I hope you enjoy! Sorry for any spelling/grammatical errors, I’ve gotten so little sleep that I can hear colors.

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Everyone was sat at their meeting table, silently watching each other. There was a (laminated) plan set out in front of each chair for every queen and lady, the only empty seat being Anne’s. Clearly, some of the queens and ladies like Aragon and Joan were eager to start, but no one made any move without Boleyn. The silence was practically deafening for Kat who swore she could hear something ringing.

Soon enough, the door opened slowly and Anne shuffled in. She shot a glance at Kat but turned her gaze away and sat in her seat. “Can we start now?” Aragon asked in exasperation.

“Yeah, sorry,” Anne replied, her voice slightly heavier than normal. She didn’t quite look nervous, per se, but rather like she knew something she wished she didn’t. Cathy shot a questioning glance at Anne, but kept her mouth shut. Kat couldn’t help but observe all of this, an uncomfortable hole settling in her stomach.

“Alright,” Jane started, smiling warmly at her companions. “Henry’s party is in two nights time, and we need to be prepared. Anna, I believe you have something for us.”

Snapping her fingers, Anna stood up. “Right you are, Jane Suddenly Seymour,” she joked. Bessie stood up as well, lifting a large bag she had set under the table. “Outfits made by yours truly,” Anna presented, helping Bessie lift the first dress. “Miss Aragon, would you like to see your dress,” Cleves continued her over dramatic flair.

Rolling her eyes, Aragon stood up and moved over to the other two women. Unfurling the dress, Kat couldn’t help but gasp at its beauty. It was long and sweeping, the ends ruffled in all the right places to create shimmering waves. There were sparkles around the chest portion, accentuating Aragon’s dark skin against it. As for the whole of the dress, it was a radiant gold, regal and unapologetic, perfect for the queen who would wear it. The bottom half of the dress was silky and trembled at the slightest wind. Holding the dress against her body, Aragon admired Cleves’s work. “You’ve outdone yourself again, Anna,” she praised, leaving the room to go change and try the dress on. Even if she trusted Anna, the designer always encouraged them to try the dresses on and make sure they fit well.

“Just wait until you see the rest,” Anna smirked.

As Aragon changed, Bessie pulled out the second dress. “Anne, I believe this one’s for you,” she said, delicately placing the dress on the table. If Aragon’s had been radiant, this one was entrancing. It was a dark green, so thick that just looking at the dress made Kat’s chest clench. This dress was a little shorter and more revealing (important to the part Anne would be playing) but no less astounding than Aragon’s. There were jewels tacked along the breast line, making the dress even more elegant. A leather band wrapped around the waist, holding the dress together.

“Wow,” Kat murmured, absolutely transfixed.

“Going off Kat’s reaction, I think I can safely say this dress is going to capture plenty of attention,” Cleves raised an eyebrow at Anne. Kat blushed and looked down, embarrassed at being called out.

“Wouldn’t want it any other way,” Anne replied cheekily. Aragon came back into the room, twirling in her dress. There were various compliments among the women, including a wolf whistle from Anne. “Looking good Catalina,” she teased.

“Stuff it, Anne,” Aragon pretended to be annoyed. “Go change into your dress,” she ordered.

“As her majesty wishes,” Anne bowed out of the room, with her dress, off to try it on.

“I suppose I’m next,” Jane spoke up. She and the other ladies had been quiet throughout the ordeal, simply watching on in silent interest.

“Indeed,” Anna affirmed, reaching into the bag. Her next item was simpler, but when Jane laid eyes on it, she couldn’t help but immediately fall in love. It was a white dress with black outlines around the edges, accenting the curves and highlighting a wavy pattern. There were faint glitters on the dress, making it shine, but there was nothing inherently distracting about it like Anne’s. It was straightforward and beautiful, just as Jane would’ve asked.

For some reason, seeing the dress brought up a nostalgic feeling in Jane’s chest. She pushed it down and grasped the dress, thanking Anna politely. She left the room quicker than the others, moving past Anne as she reentered the room. “Wow,” Kat said again, seeing Anne in the dress.

Winking at the table, Anne twirled, catching everyone’s attention. “This is the best thing you’ve made yet, Anna,” she praised while smoothing the dress.

Shrugging off the praise, Anna and Bessie pulled out the next two articles of clothing. “Now, for our last two queens,” she looked at Cathy and Kat respectively, “you need utmost mobility while also appearing formal and wearing your best. Cathy, if you’re to observe properly, you can’t be wearing a distracting dress that hinders you. Solution? Suits.”

Revealing the suit, Cleves grinned proudly at her creation. A dark blue blazer, rich in color but plain otherwise surrounded the outfit. The color was eye-catching and blended perfectly with Parr’s skin tone. The shirt was a white button up with black stripes running up it, thin but strongly supporting the outfit. The pants were also blue, high waisted over the shirt itself. Sat on the table it was stunning, and Kat couldn’t wait to see the journalist actually donning the outfit.

When Cathy didn’t get up, everyone stared at her. “Aren’t you gonna… try it on?” Bessie nervously prompted.

Hiding her awkwardness behind a laugh, Cathy shook her head. “No, I - uh - I’d rather do that by myself if that’s alright.”

“No problem at all,” Cleves waved her off. “Let me know if there’s any problems with it. Kat,” she called unexpectedly.

Jumping in her seat, Kat quickly put on her persona. “Hmm?” She voiced, hiding her excitement. “My turn? Go ahead,” Kat made it seem like she was holding back a yawn.

The women all shot her confused looks, surprised by her nonchalance that had come completely out of left field. Maria and Maggie shared a confused look, but they said nothing. “Alright,” Cleves frowned, attempting to dispel the sudden tension. “Now, we weren’t sure what color would work, but Bessie had the great idea of this hot pink that I think you’re going to love.”

Sure enough, Kat had to stifle her astonishment at the suit. Like Cathy’s, it was covered by a hot pink blazer with black flower patterns scattered on it. The white shirt beneath it was plain, but the suspenders attached to them gave off a 1920s vibe that Kat adored. The pants were also pink, the same shade as the blazer, although there were no patterns on it. To top it off, there was a black choker sat on top of the outfit. “You like it?” Bessie asked, her eyes slightly twinkling. She had worked on this outfit specifically with Anna, and she was extremely proud of how it had turned out.

“You did a good job,” Kat coughed out, making sure to keep her compliments vague.

“It’s absolutely stunning,” Jane said softly from the doorway, her dress stealing the spotlight. Everyone turned around to gaze at her, their eyes wide. For something so simple, Jane stood out among all of them. The dress had a life of its own, practically giving off an air of emotion to whoever set eyes on it.

Pushing Kat’s suit forward, Cleves urged, “Now that Jane’s back, you can try your suit on, Kat.”

“Uh,” panicking, Kat replied, “could I do what Cathy did?” At the awkward looks she received, Kat clarified, “Try it on at home?”

“Sure,” Anna continued, unbothered. “Bessie and I guessed on your measurements, so make sure to tell us tomorrow if something doesn’t fit right.”

“What about you, Anna?” Joan asked, speaking up for the first time that night. “Unlike us ladies, you’re going to the party. Don’t you need an outfit?”

“Of course, I have my suit already prepared. It’s a surprise for you all.”

“Why would you need a suit if you’re not going to be sneaking around,” Maggie snorted as she put her feet up on the table.

Clicking her tongue, Anna leaned towards Maggie. “Because I just look that good in a suit.”

“Okay!” Aragon cut in. “How about we finish this meeting so we can all get home. Thank you for the clothes Anna and Bessie, they’re wonderful.” The fashion team nodded and sat down, listening to Aragon take control. “Now, let’s move on to politics.”

Walking home at one in the morning was not something Kat enjoyed, but she didn’t have a driver’s license, much less a car, so she was stuck. Trekking home with the suit, Kat couldn’t help but feel dirty. This suit in her hands was the most expensive thing she had ever held. Kat hadn’t grown up poor, sure, but she was never given things. And being kicked out of the house at a young age didn’t help her either.

Having this suit made for her felt wrong, she didn’t deserve it. She had lied her way into this group and was being rewarded for it. Kat knew she wanted to help, but it didn’t make the process any easier. She was used to being alone on the streets. Before she had been able to earn barely enough for rent, Kat had lived on these streets. All by herself.

There was a strange limbo between comfort and fear as she stood alone at a streetlight. Kat was used to this, the silence of the night disrupted only by her breathing. Yet she knew of the things that lurked around the corners that weren’t her shadow. For a second, Kat contemplated staying out in the dark and never returning home.

Before she could travel further down that path, Kat arrived at her apartment. Going into the building and making her way to the door, Kat fumbled with her keys. Getting the door open was harder than usual, the lock seemingly jammed for some reason. Regardless, she got the door open and made her way inside. Running a hand through her hair, Kat flipped on a light and squeaked in surprise, coming face to face with Anne Boleyn in her kitchen.

“Hey Brandon. You and I are gonna have a little chat,” Anne spoke coldly. “Couch. Now.”

Sitting on the couch, Kat stared at her hands, too afraid to look in Anne’s eyes. She had been caught, hadn’t she? Terrible thoughts kept running through her mind on what Anne might do, but Kat refused to voice any of them. “I thought you looked familiar to me,” Anne monologued while pacing in front of Kat. “I was just really curious as to why I know your face. But you know,” she shot a glance at the teen, “curiosity killed the Kat.”

Shivering, Kat opened her mouth, but closed it. “I thought if I stole your wallet, I’d be able to learn something about you. And oh boy did I learn something.” Making a full stop, Anne stared straight through Kat’s persona. “No drivers license or ID, no nothing. Just a few stray pounds and some lint. A laundry card with an address to some,” she gestured around the apartment, “disgusting slum house. No offense,” she quickly corrected herself, not wanting to be too aggressive. Kat shrugged. She couldn’t fault Anne for thinking her home was disgusting if she felt the same way.

“But most intriguing of all,” Anne continued, “was the autographed card of Thomas Wolsey, one of the heads of Gemini Records. Now, anyone who has done business with Darkrider Records knows of the war those two labels are neck deep in. It’s not something they publish on the news, but if you truly were affiliated with Darkrider Records, you wouldn’t be seen within an inch of anything related to Gemini.” Gulping, Kat knew how deeply she had dug herself into a hole. “So tell me Kat, who are you?”

Taking a few quick breaths, Kat started to talk. She didn’t lift her head to face Anne and her voice was small. “My name is Katherine Howard. I’m a street musician and I have no idea how I got your letter.”

Narrowing her eyes, Anne leaned in closer to Kat. The teen expected to be slapped for deceiving Anne, or receive some kind of retaliation. Instead, Anne gasped and backed away, a look of recognition in her eyes. “Kat? Kat Howard?”

“Yeah?” Kat mumbled in confusion.

“Your father is Edmund Howard, right?” Still confused, Kat nodded, not wanting to upset Anne. “Oh my God, I know why I recognize you.”

“Why?” Kat probed, needing answers for Anne’s sudden change in behavior.

“Because you’re my cousin.”

Silence. And then Kat stood up. “I’m your what?”

“Your cousin!” Anne exclaimed. She moved closer to Kat and started inspecting her face. “I mean, you’re a lot less chubbier than I remember, but you would’ve been, what? Four at the time? You look so different.”

Backing away from Anne, Kat wrinkled her nose. “You’ve gotta have me confused with someone else. I’m not related to any Boleyns.”

“Uh, clearly you are,” Anne rolled her eyes, pointing to herself. “Your aunt is my mom. You won’t remember me, we only met like, once.”

Still, Kat was unconvinced. “Why wouldn’t my father tell me about you?”

Anne frowned and lost a bit of enthusiasm. “Everyone in the family knows Edmund as the deadbeat. His wife died and he totally pulled away from everyone. No one’s talked to him since the funeral.” Kat cringed, remembering her mother disappearing one day. And how everything had changed after that. “Although I’m not one to talk, seeing as I’m the black sheep of our family,” Anne added.

Scoffing, Kat looked at the floor. “You’re the black sheep? Have you seen where I’m living?”

Awkwardly clicking her tongue, Anne once again observed the place. “Yeah, not the best living space.”

“Can’t afford anything else,” Kat grumbled.

“Street musician doesn’t pay too well.” Turning her attention back to her newfound cousin, Anne still needed answers. “How did you get that letter?”

Shrugging, Kat wound her arms tightly around her chest. “Some lady dropped it in my guitar case yesterday. It had my name on it, so I thought it was for me. I went to the meeting and you all started calling me Katherine Brandon and… I panicked.”

“Understandable,” Anne muttered, thinking about the implications of the letter landing with Kat. “And so the plot thickens,” she whispered to herself. Anne decided not to push on that front, instead bringing up another topic. “Why are you doing this?”

“Because I need to,” Kat fired back. “I’m never going to do anything worthwhile in my life. This is my one shot.”

If it had been anyone else, they probably wouldn’t have encouraged Kat, but this was Anne Boleyn, known for her chaos. “Then let’s do it.”

Of all things Kat had been expecting, that wasn’t it. “You’re just going to help me?”

“Hell yeah,” Anne agreed. “I already want to take down Henry, and you’re already in on everything, so why stop now? If you’re willing to do this, then I’m gonna help you.”

A short grin grew on Kat’s face. “You won’t tell anyone I’m not really Katherine Brandon?”

“Anything for my baby cousin.”

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Trick or Steve (One Shot)

chHello boo!! I are here to request a Steve x Reader halloween one shot. Where the reading is out trick or treating and runs into a few VERY realistic looking Avengers. Who she then awkwardly learns later on, were actually the real Avengers. Not just guys in costumes. 🤣 can’t wait to read what you come up with for this in Octobeeeeeeer!! 😍😍😍 eeek! So excited!!

As requested by @katurrade! I’ll be posting 4 Halloween themed one shots this month in celebration of over 100 followers and SPOOPY SEASON!!! Hope you enjoy!

In Y/N Y/L/N format.

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader

Rating: PG 13 for violence, language, alcohol, party scene, adult themes (ish)

Words: 5,341

AU because no one died in Endgame, Steve didn’t go back. I can’t move on.

Summary: You’re taking your niece and nephews Trick or Treating proves to be an event in itself, but running into three of the Avengers was not part of your plan.

No beta and so I only own the mistakes and the reader!

Trick or Steve

Take the kids trick or treating your sister said. It will be fun she said.

And so here you were, taking yet another picture of yet another group of knock-off Avengers at precisely six thirty on the evening of Halloween, listening as your two nephews and niece squealed over the men dressed in painstakingly obvious mass produced costumes. They had been nice enough sure, one poorly body painted Hulk giving the kids some of the candy out of his bag when they complained the houses they had been hitting during the night were being stingy with their offerings. A very tan, we’re talking spent- his-whole-summer-on-a-cruise-ship –in-the-Bahamas tan Hawkeye helping the youngest of the three pose correctly. It was quite cute.

“My feet hurt!” The five year old aforementioned child whined and you were suddenly aware of two things.

One, you were in no rush to have children of your own.

Two, you were entirely too sober for this.

~~~Earlier~~~

“Andy will you stand still? I need to fix your left wing.” You huffed, hot glue gun locked and loaded as you stared down at the fidgeting five year old. The living room was silent other than the preening of your sister, too caught up in snapping a thousand pictures to help you with her own kids. Gee thanks for the help Sis.

Your peripheral vision caught your niece reaching to grasp at her newly straight long blonde hair, your voice making her jump. “Hana don’t touch your hair it’s still hot from the straight iron!”

“Yea Hana leave your hair alone!” Her twin brother mocked whilst opening his third piece of candy. You raised an eyebrow as you directed your playful scolding his direction.

“Liam you take one more piece of candy out of that dish and I’m not taking you!”

“Sorry Ant.” The chorus of small voices around you had a hint of a smile cracking at your lips as you tried to remain stern. After a few extremely short minutes of holding Andy’s cardboard wing at a forty five degree angle, it looked like you had finally managed to get them even in height.

“There! Everyone ready to go?” You sat back on your heels to look at the three, a big smile overcoming your features as they all got excited over their outfits.

“But Ant,” Andy exclaimed, pointing to your sock clad feet, “You’re not wearing any shoes!”

“Thanks Buddy, you’ve just saved my entire Halloween!” You snatched your nephew and flew him through the air of the living room, the small human giggling and squealing as you made whooshing noises, his arms out in front of him. Whatever kept him in good spirits and helped the glue dry faster. Placing Andy on the floor of the foyer you made a quick grab at your heeled boots that sat by the door, zipping them up to just above your knees before standing to look in the mirror.

The black tactical suit you had made yourself looked great, the matte fabric the perfect choice for your costume. You had taken a few liberties with the original suit design, trading the slightly loose pants for something a bit more feminine and curve hugging, eighty-sixing the knee coverings and opting for sleek heeled boots instead of chunky combat ones. You were sure your feet would hate you later, but Carpe Diem right? The black straps and buckles were still covering the top half of you, although you had chosen to turn them into more of a corset of sorts, your chest pushed up under the dark gray vest you had made. It wasn’t overly cool outside so you went sleeveless, allowing for more mobility. You readjusted your hair, smoothing away any fly aways of your current bobbed style. At least you didn’t have to wear a wig. Readjusting the straps that held your very fake guns to your thighs you wrapped your hands around the handles of the three appropriately painted jack o’lanterns, the plastic thunking together as you passed them to their owners, the kids pooling around you to get a final group picture. You headed out into the crisp air as your sister waved you on, saying she and her husband would see you all later at Maria Hill’s party.

That was an hour and three groups of Avenger wannabes ago.

Of course the kids all but tackled their respective counter parts, save for Andy. You felt bad that no one had dressed up as Falcon yet, but you were constantly assuring the slightly upset child that he would see him tonight. You hoped anyway.

It was when you finished sacking the last house on the block when you saw them.

“ANT LOOK IT’S HIM IT’S HIM!!!” Andy’s shrill voice shot off with the rest of his body as he sprinted as fast as his small legs could carry him towards the three men, one of them no doubt dressed as The Falcon. You groaned as the two twins followed suit, racing to catch up, and then outrun their youngest sibling to the group of guys. You silently prayed this would be the last time for the night, your phone only able to hold so many pictures.

As you reached the three kids, once again mooning over the “superheroes” you couldn’t help but notice that their outfits looked extremely authentic. And they were equally extremely good looking. Thor’s hair was perfect, Falcon’s gapped tooth smile made you smile back. Hell even Captain America had an ass on him that made you want to sing the national anthem. Out of tune and all. Your face flushed as you came up to them, the kids talking a mile a minute and their questions making your face burn.

“Well if it isn’t the Walking Lightning Rod, Bird Brain, and America on Ice. You guys look great, did you assemble the rest of the girl scout troop or is it just you three tonight? Sorry about the kiddos. Wish I could say they’re mine, but they aren’t. Thanks in advance for being nice to them, they kinda can outrun me in these heels.” Your greeting forced the three men to break their eye contact with their miniature versions to give you a quick once over. The man dressed as Falcon took one look at your costume and about died.

“YOU DRESSED UP AS BARNES?!” He exclaimed, voice laced with gulps of air and hard laughter as you adjusted the duct tape and silver painted left arm you had fabricated. You noticed the blue eyes of Captain America’s wander over your figure as Falcon bent at the waist, trying to catch his breath and failing miserably. “Sorry it’s just…” He breathed, standing back up to fully give you a once over, “You managed to make him look good. And that’s a big deal. Doesn’t she look amazing Steve?”

The man in the mask sputtered out jumbled words in agreement, and you felt your face grow hot even though your smile grew. He took a breath and composed himself “What’s…what’s your name Doll?”

“Y/N Y/L/N, and my eyes are up here Mr. American Dream.” You caught him staring at your chest through your mostly unzipped vest as he awkwardly cleared his throat, his face a few shades of pink that you were quickly finding adorable.

“So, ahem, why the Winter Soldier?” His blue eyes sparkled when he talked to you, and man you’d be lying through your teeth if you said they weren’t making you feel some things. Out of all the Captain Americas you had met this evening, this one was very quickly becoming your favorite. You admired the long hard lines of his body, that suit not leaving much to the imagination. Jesus you could pray with your knees upward with him anytime. You snapped your head up realizing what you were doing and forced your mind to focus.

“Well it was either him or Stark, and I don’t have the face for a goatee.”

“You would have made a hilarious Tony!” Sam was laughing again, and you were trying to hold your own inside. His joyous noises were infectious.

“But what’s with your arm?” The star spangled man stuttered and you smirked, showing the kids handy work in the form of “get well soon”s, hearts and happy faces.

“Ah well you see,” You leaned in closer to the man, motioning the other two closer to you, “The kids uh, the kids think he just hurt it really bad and that it’s in a cast. I don’t have the heart to tell them the truth. Especially Andy, he’s really sensitive.” You looked pointedly down to the five year old who was clinging to the last of the three as if his life depended on it.

The Falcon gave a smiling nod before crouching down to unwind the child in question from around his legs, chuckling as the kid attempted to hold on tighter. “So your name’s Andy huh? That’s a pretty cool name kid. I’m Sam. I like your costume.”

“My Ant made it for me! I wanted to be you because I think Falcon is the coolest!” Andy pumped his fist in the air with a shrieking holler that reminded you for the eighth time that night you were too sober for this shit. But you couldn’t help but smile as he continued to gush over his favorite super hero, your heart warming to see him get the interaction you’d been hoping for all night. “He can fly!!”

“Did you make all of your garments then?” Thor’s voice was deep, booming, and beautiful and for a second you almost regretted not dressing up as him, giving him a small nod. “They are exceptional Lady Y/N.” You scoffed, waving off the compliment although it was the first one you had gotten all night.

“Yea Ant is the best fairy godmother in town!” Hana squeaked, twirling around in circles to show off her red cape that hung from her shoulders. “She worked super hard for months so we could all be our favorites tonight! Even our mom and dad have costumes!”

“So I am your favorite hero then?” Thor inquired, taking a knee to look at the small blonde girl.

“Yep! You control lightning and we both have blonde hair, and you’re really nice to girls. My momma says it’s cause your momma raised you right, and that’s why you have a kind smile. I don’t know what that means but my momma is always right.” Hana smiled, showing the tall man her missing two front teeth, who looked like he just about melted into a puddle at the girl’s statement. He opened his arms and before you could object your niece ran into them, hugging the man fiercely.

“Wow little one you are incredibly strong!” He complimented her, breaking away as she fell into a fit of giggles. “What is your name?”

“Hana!” Came the squeak of your niece, beaming with pride.

“My name’s Liam and I think Captain America is the best!” Liam piped up, finally finding his voice and bringing a large smile to his counterpart, who reached his hand out to give him a high five from his waist. “You were frozen! You have super strength and you’re like really really old.” Sam snorted at that as Liam went to cover his backside. “Like a cool old though! Not like my dad old.”

“Nice save Li,” You rolled your eyes as the man in blue laughed heartily at how much Liam looked like he was going to spontaneously combust from embarrassment.

“So how old are all of you?” Sam questioned, finally giving in and hoisting Andy up to sit on his hip, you rubbing your temple in exasperation. These kids.

“I’m seven and the oldest!” Hana called, Liam shoving into her slightly.

“Only by three minutes.” She stuck her tongue out at her twin, Andy staring down at hand, hardened expression on his features as he thought up his answer. His face lit up as he swung his whole hand out, nearly falling out of Sam’s grip as his shifted his body weight in excitement.

“I’M THIS MANY!” He promptly smacked Sam in the face as he held up his small chubby digits into his field of vision.

“Oh I am so sorry, Andy my dude you gotta apologize for hitting the nice man.” You lightly scolded the child, his face falling as he avoided his gaze and stared at his bucket.

“Sorry mister Falcon sir.”

Sam grinned as he put the kid down, “It’s alright Andy, I accept your apology. And you can call me Sam. Now how about we take a photo huh?”

All the kids cheered as you pulled your phone out from your cleavage, watching Steve’s eyes widen at just where you hid your electronic device.

“Alright kids, pose like you’re about to save the city!” You snapped multiple shots, the kids breaking into different stances with their idols. Sam offered to take a picture of you next to Captain America, and after much convincing from two particular seven year olds you allowed him to oblige. You pulled out one of your guns and stood back to back with him, both of you laughing at the absurdity of it all. After he had finished capturing a few memories for you the group went to separate.

“Alright kids, we’re losing candy time and we still got hit up the rich people before we head to Miss Hill’s house for her Halloween Party! So tell the nice men goodbye and move your butts!” The kids nodded at your order, hugging the men and saying thank you.

“Miss Hill? Like Maria Hill?” Steve asked, you nodding.

“Yea she’s having a party, we worked together briefly and have stayed friends ever since. You know her?”

“We’ve..uh heard of her parties before.” The blonde smiled tightly, your bright smile making his pulse quicken.

“Cool beans well small world! If you’re in the neighborhood stop by yea? I’m sure she won’t mind! And I wouldn’t mind seeing you again blue eyes.” With a small flirty wave in Steve’s direction you were gone, moving to catch up with Hana and Andy already ahead in their trek. You came to a stop when you realized Liam wasn’t with you, turning your body to motion him with a “come on” motion. He held up a finger to you and you sighed, pointing to your nonexistent watch.

“Pssst! Mister America!” Steve crouched in front of Liam, who had called him over and was now digging through his pumpkin vigorously. You had turned your back, not wanting to intrude on their private moment, missing your cheeky nephew pull out one of your business cards from his plastic treat holder.

“What’s this?” Steve whispered, Liam’s eyes glinting with mischief as he smiled broadly in your direction. Thor was speaking into his comms link while Sam edged closer to the two to eavesdrop. Which wasn’t hard because Liam hadn’t quite mastered whispering yet.

“That’s my aunt’s number. You’re her favorite and she thinks you’re a total hottie. My mom says she needs to fall and love and get married so her womb doesn’t shrivel up and she dies alone with like eighty nine cats. So if you like her you should ask her out. She likes coffee and pink roses but hates bad breath. And A-holes who don’t use their blinker! Okay, bye!”

Sam saved his laughter for when Liam was long out of range, racing to grasp your hand as you walked away with the rest of the kids. Steve only smiled warmly at the slightly crumpled card.

“Dude I need that kid as my wing man.” Sam was shaking his head when Thor came back to them. “Nat have news?”

“Yes she believes they found the location of the Arsonist’s next target.”

With that the three men were back on the mission, their moment of carefree fun over. That was the whole reason they were in the neighborhood patrolling as it were. There had been six massive fires over the course of the last two months, all with the same cause behind them. They had gotten a letter earlier that day saying that the arsonist, Mr. Ash, yes that was what he had chosen to go by, would be striking this very evening. The team had split up to cover more ground as Nat and Pepper worked back at the tower to crack his pattern and thus tracking him down to his next target to apprehend him. They had all agreed to go to Agent Hill’s party in celebration after they caught the asshole, but now Steve was more determined than ever to make sure they made it. Even if it was just to see you again.

~~~Two Hours Later~~~

“Come on Ant, you got this!”

“Yea you can do it!”

The kids cheered you on from the front porch of Maria Hill’s home, the large basin of water and floating apples the only thing in front of you. You gave them a wink before putting your hands behind your back. Quickly finding your target you felt the cold splash of chilling water hit your senses as you dove after you prize, the kids clapping loudly as you emerged victorious. Biting into the tart granny smith you stood up wiping your eyes and smearing some of your mascara in the process.

“Pretty impressive stuff there Y/N.” Your vision adjusted to the figure of Maria, who was holding out an orange solo cup and a towel to wipe your face, which you happily took.

“Helps when you have your own cheerleading section.” You shrugged, taking a large gulp of the apple cider that had been mixed with fireball whisky. The alcohol burned your throat for a second as you weren’t expecting that much to be in it. Note to self, don’t have too many of these. She laughed and handed you your apple back, taking the slightly damp towel from you.

The five of you wandered into the spacious house where you could see everyone in costume, loud party music blaring through every room of the house, kids and adults alike playing games like Sorry and Pin the head on the Zombie. The rooms were all lit in different eerie colors, streamers and scary window clings decorated the house. There had to be at least 60 people here, and that wasn’t including those bobbing for apples or playing yard Jenga outside.

“Hey Ant Y/N look!” Liam pointed to the large T.V screen, you turning your body to face it and feeling your entire body go rigid. “It’s the Avengers from earlier! They were the real deal!”

Your eyes widened in shock as you instantly recognized three of the men from earlier, albeit their perfectly authentic suits were just a bit charred, they still looked incredible. And you looked like The Incredible Idiot. They were exiting a building that had been on fire, Thor holding a screaming man while Steve and Sam went to help put out the flames with the local fire department. You were pretty sure your face could give the warehouse a run for its money with how hot you were. You swallowed hard at the questioning look on Maria’s face, opting to just pull your phone from its hiding place and shoving it in her hand once you pulled up the photos.

“Holy shit Y/N, you didn’t tell me they were…” She tried to cover her escaping giggles with her hand as you began looking for a rock to climb under. She especially found the picture of you and the very real and very handsome Steve Rogers to be absolutely hilarious.

“How was I supposed to know Maria?! They were like the fourth group of Avengers and I was completely done with the whole thing by group two!” You whined, sitting down in a large overstuffed recliner with an ungraceful thump. This was single handedly the most embarrassing moment of your entire existence. And that was saying something. You had once forgotten to wear pants to school your sophomore year of high school and had to loan a pair of god awful gym shorts from your best guy friend at the time. They did not smell clean and didn’t match your bright orange fall sweater. It was also Winter, and the shorts were two sizes too big. You never thought anything would top that. “I’m just going to die here now.”

Needless to say between finding out they had met their actual heroes and all of the candy, the kids were absolute beasts to put to bed. Maria had been kind enough to let them crash on an air mattress in a spare room upstairs when your sister and brother in law texted saying they were running a bit behind. They had won first place in the costume contest at their party, so they were celebrating a little longer than intended. When you realized your plans had changed, you had opted to have a couple more drinks. It’s not like the absolutely attractive earth savers would actually show up.

“Heeey the party still going on?!” Sam’s deep voice came bellowing through the house while you were draining your third drink, nearly choking as the three Avengers from earlier, and an extra few including the one you had dressed as entered the living room. You quickly dodged your way into the kitchen, wondering silently if you could fit in the very tiny water heater closet and they wouldn’t even know you were there. You listened as the room gave them a round of applause, finally reaching your “fuck it” meter for the night and pouring yourself another drink. You were never a lightweight, but the effects of the booze would at least keep you from being a total freak when you came in contact with them.

“Y/N you’re still here, how fortuitous!” Thor clapped loudly causing you to jump and sputter into your cup. You steeled your nerves and turned around and felt your face pale for the second time that night. That was a habit you didn’t need to be forming.

“So I am.” You pretended to shrug in indifference, a small shy smile on your features. “You guys were pretty great out there tonight, thanks for catching that asshole and saving that family. Guess that’s why Stark keeps you around huh?”

“Well it’s isn’t because they’re pretty to look at, but everyone’s a critic. Tony Stark. Hi, great to meet you.” The man wearing a simple “This is my Halloween costume” tee shirt approached you, you smiling wider and shaking his extended hand. “I see you’ve met my coworkers. Wilson told me about the names you called them tonight, they were great. Mind if I steal them?”

“Oh umh, um, no not at all!”

“Great, because I was going to regardless.” He winked and moved to the side, allowing you to introduce yourself to Clint and Natasha, who shook your hands with happy chuckles.

“Nice arm.”

“Thanks, made it myself.” You winked at the woman who shook her head at you, Bucky coming up with to stand next to Steve, giving you a once over.

“See Barnes didn’t I tell you? She made you look good for once!” Sam slapped the quiet man on the back, earning a glare from his otherwise stoic face.

“Shut up Wilson.” Bucky responded, rubbing the back of his neck. “But yea, you actually look pretty great. I can see why Steve here was all bent out of shape thinkin he wasn’t going to see you again tonight.” Came his gruff reply, his blonde friend groaning and jabbing an elbow into his side. “Ouch. What where you’re throwing that thing Punk.”

You brought your vision to look at the handsome Captain, wondering if it were possible to drown in his blue eyes. You felt yourself smiling, your eyes crinkling as you took a step closer to him, watching him swallow hard. “Awwwh. Did you miss me Captain?”

“Are you kidding? He’s the whole reason why we had to work double time at tracking the arsonist down, just so he could see you.” Sam grinned, running to hide behind a very amused Tony as Steve contemplated murder for the sixth time that evening. “He wouldn’t shut up about you boo..”

“Mister Sam… Falcon…sir?” You were never so thankful for a child in your entire life. All of you turned to look at Andy who stood alone in the kitchen doorway, rubbing at his eyes sleepily. His wings were long since off of him, you knowing full well with his thrashing the cardboard and hot glue would not withstand the rage of a five year old with constant night terrors.

“Yea buddy it’s me. Aren’t you supposed to be in bed?”

“You have a nightmare again Andy?” His teary nod at you had you placing your cup on the counter, leaning down to motion him to you. He hurried into your arms, you effortlessly picking him up, taking your silver arm covering off to allow yourself more range of motion as you cradled your sobbing nephew.

“Shhh you’re okay my dude, I’ve got you.” You muttered, listening to him cry uncontrollably into your neck, the evidence of his emotions soaking into your skin. “Tell me what you dreamt.”

“It was AWFUL Ant!” The boy exclaimed, pushing off of you slightly to look at Sam, tears still stinging his eyes. “Yo…you guys..didn…didn’t make it…out and the the building..” He started crying again and you felt the whole room melt around you.

“Hey Andy it’s okay see, we’re okay though.” Sam whispered reassuringly, asking you without words to take the child, which you gave him over with a nod. “See look, no harm done.” He let the little boy place his chubby hands all over his face, brushing over the soot and ash that had stuck to the man’s skin.

“…but what about smoke infal..mathc..ion? Momma says you can…di..die from too much smoke infalmathcion.” The brunette boy hiccupped at Sam, and you didn’t miss Tony’s huge smile at the kid’s difficulty at pronouncing big words.

“We’re gonna be fine. Don’t you worry. Takes a lot more than nasty smoke to take out the Avengers, don’t you think?”

“Y..yea! You guys are the best in the whole galaxy!” Andy cheered, as if he hadn’t had a complete meltdown just moments prior. Sam smiled back at him, turning his head to mouth a simple “I’m gonna keep him.”

You were almost tempted to let him, until you remembered he wasn’t yours.

“Hey there’s my little love bug!” Your sister cooed from the hallway, stopping for no one as she reached for her son, eager to hold him.

“Uh honey…” Your brother in law motioned to the group of super heroes, her face reddening as she looked at Natasha and Clint, who looked back at their doppelgangers with wide eyes. Tony and Thor howled with laugher as the pair took an extra step apart from each other as they took in your sister and his costumes. “I never thought we would meet like this. Man no one is going to believe me at the office on Monday.”

“Of course they will, you’ll have proof!” Tony belted, motioning for Maria to come and take pictures of everyone. You all elected to stand on the front yard, your sister going to drag the sleepy kids out of their slumber so they could be a part of it. After many different poses and many different phones later, everyone seemed happy with their captured memories.

“Night night Ant Y/N, sleep tight. Don’t let the bad guys bite!” Liam joked, the two of you breaking into your secret handshake.

“And if they do, I’ll beat them til they’re black and blue with my shoe!” You called back, hugging Hana and waving to Andy who was already nearly passed out in his dad’s arms. He gave a half wave back, all of their figures fading into the distance as they swam through the sea of parked cars.

The rest of the party cleared out a bit later, you staying behind to help clean up the apocalypse level mess in Hill’s house.

“You’re really great with kids Y/N.” Steve held the trash bag open as you piled cans and cups into it, meeting his gaze with a grin.

“Only because they’re related to me.” You admonished, the large man chuckling as you continued about the living room, you both being the only ones in there while the others helped take down decorations in the other rooms and outside. “Listen about earlier, I’m sorry if I may have seemed a little forward. I had no idea it was actually you and I’m not normally that flirty.”

“Ah I see. Well if it helps I’m not offended.”

You shot your head up to look at him, arm mid swipe to push more cups into the trash bag. “You’re…not?”

“Nope. Especially knowing I’m a total hottie, and your favorite. According to Liam anyway.” Your voice died in your throat as the man lost in time actually had the nerve to wink at you. You placed the cups in the bag, coming up to your full height to stare at him. Your feet were burning from the whole night in heels but you’d be damned if you backed down now. You didn’t know if you wanted to kill your nephew or hug him until he complained about it.

“Oh really? Well then can I ask you out for a cup of coffee sometime?” You spoke lightly, question almost coming out in a whisper on account of your nerves.

“Sure, I’ve got no plans in the morning.”

“Eleven work? I’ll be dead with a hangover until at least ten.” He laughed at your honesty, reaching to pull out his phone so you could type your number in. You procured your phone from its warm resting spot, taking extra care to slow your movements. Steve actually looked away from you after staring for a beat or two, his ears the same shade of pink from earlier. Cute.

“As long as we can yell at a-holes who don’t use their blinkers, sure.” Hug Liam it is. “There’s a café on 23rd and maple by the tower…”

“Queenie’s?” You finished, smiling brightly at Steve who nodded back enthusiastically. “Then it’s a date Cap.”

“Yep,” He pulled you into a surprising yet warm hug, you nose breathing him in and taking note that he smelled exactly how you thought he’d smell. All masculine and deep and smooth and rough and your brain stopped trying to think of good words to use. He offered to walk you to your sister’s house, a pensive look washing over you as you looked at the clean living room.

“What about saying goodbye to the others?”

“What, like you’re never going to see them again? Not if I can help it” He mentioned nonchalant, another blush sweeping over your face as he bluntly admitted to seeing you more than once. You only nodded, accepting defeat as he put his arm around your shoulders to keep you warm on your walk home, not that you needed it with the adrenaline coursing through your veins.

A short fifteen minute stroll of content and happy chitchat about yourselves later you were at your sibling’s door, finding the spare key in a ceramic frog just along the edge of the fish pond that sat on the left side of their stairs.

“Well this is me, see you at eleven hundred?” He smiled at you, tucking a stray hair behind your ear before placing a chaste kiss on your cheek.

“Eleven-hundred. Pleasant screams Y/N.” You outwardly giggled at his pun as he pulled back, turning towards the street and walking away with a noticeable pep in his step.

Take the kids trick or treating your sister said. It will be fun she said.

She was right for once.

End

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virginbutstillahoe · 4 years

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Positive 20 Questions Tag Game

i made a tag game again. i’m bored, procrastinating, and certain we all need some more positivity right now. hell yeah.

1.) Name 4 fictional characters who showcase your personality the best, with explanations if you want.

- dean winchester (supernatural): i never shut up about his but dean is me y’all. we both be out here, acting like we’re tough when we’re just jelly filled dorks, being nurturing as hell, making jokes to cheer people up, with a constant chip on our shoulders, and secretly just wanting someone to love us and love someone back.

- maria vontrapp (sound of music): i know she’s not technically a fictional character since that’s based on a true story but whatever. you know what i could name everything about her, but i won’t bc who has time for that. basically just fucking listen to the song “maria” from that movie where all the nuns roast her and you’ve basically got my personality wrapped in a bow for you. just an innocent ass train wreck that just wants to love everyone but doesn’t realize that manners are a thing. that song is so me that my family used to sing it at me when i was little and they still do. also when she blows the whistle obnoxiously at the captain and is just like “lol sorry captain didn’t know how i was supposed to address you :)))” super passive aggressively, me.

- tracy samantha lorde (the philadelphia story): okay she’s definitely classier and fancier than me but, the real vulnerable shit underneath all of her grace and beauty is samesies. she basically is so intolerant of people being anything less than perfect because she’s so afraid of people getting close to her and seeing her flaws....cough cough. she keeps everyone at a distance because she doesn’t want to get hurt. lmao.

- lilo (lilo and stitch): another fictional character that my family needed to point out was me at every turn. my older sister and i actually used to say ohana to each other before bed because she was so similar to nani and i’m so similar to lilo and we fight EXACTLY like them. lilo is just a little outcast who, once again, just loves everyone and wants to be seen and loved for who she is, but has such a hard time connecting to people because they don’t understand her and her aggressive way of showing her intense emotions. my mama still calls me lilo sometimes. i have a lilo plushie on my bed and a lilo sticker on my laptop bc i love her and she gets me.

2.) Aesthetic?

- bright colors, ocean waves, dirty and torn clothing, and wildflowers.

3.) Favorite musical/play? (If you’ve never seen a musical or play, one you’d be interested in seeing?

- into the woods. it was phantom of the opera for most of my childhood and teenage years, but into the woods really just goes after the life metaphors and really makes you think about the difference between right, wrong, and gray areas. like there’s a song about how adventure changes you and makes you view the world differently. there’s another about how somewhere between mundane and perfect is where the best parts of life lie. there’s another all about how important children are and how vital it is that you are careful what you say and do around them. it just goes the fuck off.

4.) What is the best compliment you’ve ever received?

- “you think about the world in ways i never thought were possible”

5.) How many times have you been in love?

- kind of 1? i’ve been into the same person my whole life but i’m constantly debating myself on if unrequited love can count as being in love with someone you’re actually with, if that makes sense?

6.) Embarrassing story or fact about yourself that makes you laugh now?

- when i was little, i secretly wanted to be an actress on broadway, so when i was home alone and would watch movies, i would pick a character in the movie and act out their parts as i watched like a crazy person lol.

7.) Favorite Disney/Pixar movie?

- favorite disney movie is lilo and stitch for reasons mostly mentioned in the first question, but the family doesn’t get left behind or forgotten and the outcast is not unloveable they’re just misunderstood messages just send me and really helped baby molly. how obvious is it that i’m a giant sucker for an interesting message?

8.) Favorite flower or plant?

- black eyed susans. they’re a wild flower with a similar beauty to daisies, but with a little bit of darkness in them.

9.) What’s your favorite holiday?

- christmas biiiiiiitch. it’s the one time of year i’m not worried that my house is haunted and i get to sing all the time and people don’t find it weird or annoying. the snow is not the best but everything else makes up for it.

10.) Name three things that made you laugh or smile this past week.

- when i was laying in the grass today, a little tiny robin hopped over to me and whistled at me and it was a magical experience

- i realized i only have 3 more weeks of school until this hell semester is over

- my mom made my bed on top of me and if you’ve never had someone do that to you before, did you have a childhood? are you okay? also find someone to do it to you right now.

11.) What song would you play to introduce yourself to someone?

- either "thank you for the music” by abba or from mamma mia depending on the kind of person you are, or i guess the song “maria” that i mentioned before lmao

12.) Name something that truly makes you feel peaceful even at your most stressed moments.

- laying down in the grass on a nice sunny day and just listening the sounds of birds, bugs, and other surrounding noises.

13.) What do you, did you, or would you study at college?

- i am currently working on my masters degree in special education for elementary school ages. i will probably go back and get a second masters in school counseling to help students with special needs who are in traumatic situations or are mistreated at home.

14.) This is kind of a weird one, but which outfit of yours makes you feel most like yourself?

- my emotional support outfit as my friends call it is my toy story pajama pants with my guiness sweatshirt from ireland

15.) What is a quote you live by?

- be fiercely and ferociously yourself.

i have also recently started to follow “you’ve got to lighten up, it’s just life.”

16.) Name the funniest playlist name you have.

- “the chocolate ganache” and i called it that because it’s full of songs that represent my soul and personality and chocolate ganache is what i like to think my filling would be if i was a cake.

17.) Make a reference to an inside joke you have with someone you love with zero context.

- bob hope and bing crosby

18.) What is a message you would give your younger self if given the chance?

- if someone doesn’t like you for who you are, tell them to fuck directly off.

19.) Who is your favorite family member? (If you have no good blood family members, feel free to mention someone in your found family)

- my late grandfather. i called him papa and he was basically my father. he was smart, cuddly, serious, fiercy loving, and kind of dorky, but he was the best and i miss him every day.

20.) What’s a secret dream of yours?

- my childhood dream mentioned above still kinda lingers around in my brain from time to time, but i know it’s not possible for me.

tagging my friends (or at least i’d like to think we’re friends lmao) @navajolovesdestiel @victorian-sexstache @missjojo96 @multifandom-fanatic @day-fire @baby-in-a-trenchcoat7 @green-eyes-and-classic-rock, and @thetiredstuff and literally anyone else who wants to play. for real.

if i didn’t tag you and you play, please tag me! i’d love to read through yours!

if i did tag you and you’re intimidated by the size of this and have decided, “fuck that noise” i respect you and i get it no hard feelings (:

#my post #tag game #about me #i know it's a longin so if you don't want to it's all good buddy #but i would really love it if you played #even if you weren't tagged bc who cares if you're tagged or not #certainly not me

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dolanswhore · 6 years

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Never Just Friends.

Summary: Mob!Gray is head over heels for his niece’s teacher even though he won’t admit it but when he finally realizes it it might be too late.

part 2.

warning: smut ahead ;)

Grayson tried to pay attention to the four year old dressed in a pink fluffy outfit that resembled a princess dangling from the tower but it was hard due to the vibrating phone that had his brother Ethan glaring over his shoulder. ‘Sorry bub.’ Gray mouths quietly standing from his seat angrily shoving his hand into his pocket as he reached the hallway.

“What?” The small yell that ripped his throat practically had the man on the other side of the phone trembling. “We have a problem boss.”

“I told you not to bother me or Ethan. It’s Ella’s recital.” Grayson asked for one thing today to not be bothered to watch her dance recital and especially Ethan since he’s been looking forward to watching his daughter for months. "G is making his moves he knew the two of you were going to be gone. They’re outside with crow bars and guns.”

"Fuck." Grayson mumbled, hand rubbing down his face stress fully. “I’ll be there soon. Don’t let anyone in and no one leaves.”

The moment Grayson walked back into the auditorium the echoing of claps filled the room loudly as he rushed back to his seat picking up the pink flower bouquet he ordered weeks before. Ella came rushing down the stairs to her father and mother squeezing their legs before finally jumping into her Uncle Gray’s arms. “You did so good pumpkin!”

She giggled wrapping her tiny arms around his neck, “Did you watch me Uncle Gray?”

“I did pretty girl.” The sudden sound of a clearing of a throat caught him off guard as he turned around. Never had Gray been stunned in his life by a female. Woman weren’t an everyday part of his life, even though they usually fall to his feet, Grayson didn’t have time for a relationship let alone for more then one night.

“Umm hi..” She mumbles sweetly, smiling at Gray and waving at Ethan. “Hi miss Ella you forgot your book bag.”

Before Ethan could reach over Grayson leaned forward finger’s skimming hers as he held Ella with one arm, and hooked his fingers around the strap. “Thank you Ms. L/N.”

She smiles, “No problem sweetheart, did you have fun today?”

“I did look at the pretty flowers Uncle Gray got me!” Her mouth hangs open in surprise, stepping for she could smell the beautiful arrangement of pinks and purples. Grayson’s grew nervous at the heat that radiated from her small frame and now his cheeks. Eyes watching her every move as she leaned closer until the fresh floral scent hit her nose. Ella giggles as Gray gulps. “They smell beautiful darling.”

Ethan seemed to notice his brother’s lingering stare rasing his eye brows at him. Gray rolls his eyes smiling at the little girl that rest he head against his chest. “You said you needed to pick her up early tomorrow right?”

Ethan nods, that’s why he told him he needed to leave before. “I’ll do it.” Grayson just wanted to see her again and due to how much his heart was still pounding just looking at her.

The next day Gray found himself dressed in one of his best custom Gucci suits leaving the office early with Ethan yelling, “Don’t forget to get her McDonald’s after her appointment!”

“I know E.” He rolls his eyes as the warm weather of LA hit him. Gray didn’t know why he had a pit of nervousness in his stomach that would pinch every block he got closer to the school. The school was only the best for Ethan’s daughter, when it came to family Grayson would do anything for them and that is exactly why he pays her private tuition despite how much Ethan would try argue it.

“Grayson Dolan.” He answers the security guard, handing over his ID, the older man’s eyebrows raising at the well known name in the area. “Here for Ella Dolan I assume?”

He nods as the security guard hands back his card opening the locked door with a loud click as Gray’s legs move his muscular thighs flex against the tight material of his pants, the secretary in the office giving a small squeak at the power radiating from him, and with the guard mumbling the name that everyone knew. Grayson was the main reason for all of the violence and drug trade in the whole state, no one would over power him, and the cops wouldn’t dare arrest him, having no proof and also a large majority on his pay roll. “Here’s your visiting pass Mr. Dolan.”

Grayson didn’t waste any time and before he knew it he was knocking on the door of the classroom. When the door was opened his swore his breath stopped he couldn’t understand why seeing her took his breath away. “Hi Mr. Dolan. Ethan told me you were coming for Ella today.”

“Call me Grayson.” He was so nervous, so so nervous. He killed men with his bare hands but somehow seemed completely intimidated by his niece’s pretty teacher. “Ella should be out in a second, it’s nap time.”

Gray gives her a nod with his handsome dimpled smile. “People always seem to know who you are Grayson. You’re a very wide known name around here.”

“You’re not from here?” He tucks his clammy hand into his pockets muscles bulging as the tight material stretches around his big muscles. “No i actually just moved here”

Gray didn’t know why the words came out, usually he didn’t care about the girls he slept with, he barely knew their names, he could care less. She was different, gave him a feeling he never felt before. Never had he been nervous over a girl he barely knew, “It’s okay if you’re not interested but i would love to take you out.”

The first time Gray took her out he was so nervous to the point he needed helping picking out his attire. Gray lived a lonely life with only his brother and his family back in NJ. He didn’t trust anyone, he was constantly paranoid which left him very lonely. Gray saw every human as a potential enemy trying to dethrone the king of LA. The only person who he truly appreciated an opinion from was his beloved house keeper Maria. She was a small Spanish older woman who he wouldn’t be able to survive without, she cleaned his clothes, and house, made him meals and most important was one of the only friends he had.

“Gray, you can’t be serious? Oh Dios mio!” She exclaims as Gray rolls his eyes. “It’s not that bad Maria.”

“You can’t wear blue with pink.” She scolds him rolling her eyes. “I will literally die if you walk out of the house like this.”

“They’re just pink socks, stop being dramatic.”

Grayson never thought he would be here right now. His porshce parked in front of her house, her grinding against his lap, pants wrapped around his thighs . Lips pressing against skin, tongues tasting every inch of skin that was possible, heavy breaths fogging the tinted windows. Her skinful hips lowering onto him, his cock filling her to the brim, a hiss falling from his lips as he stretches her gently. “I was so fucking nervous today I definitely wasn’t expecting a the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen to be on my cock.”

Grayson radiated power, and despite him being so cocky, she couldn’t believe how sweet he was the entire date. He was constantly complimenting her, showing his best manors, even to the point that they messed up her meal at the very expensive restaurant they went to and Gray was fuming and demanding a new meal.

She blushes softly lifting her lips and back into his as he let out a small whine, “Fuck sweetheart.”

After that day Grayson couldn’t imagine his life without his angel angel, waking up to her naked and sprawled across the bed taking all the covers once again, or seeing that smile when waking her up with coffee. They became inseparable, joint at the hip but despite how much he couldn’t live life without her would never admit he was in a relationship.

She thought it was because he wasn’t use to the relationship scene and was afraid of labels but despite how right she was the truth is he was afraid she would get hurt. Being apart of Grayson’s life came with danger, and anyone he loved was always in it. It made more sense if something happened to her when they weren’t together it wouldn’t hurt as much as if they were dating in Gray’s mind at least.

Y/N was never nosy of Gray’s life, she understood he was a busy man but sometimes she would think he’d work himself to death. She really never questioned the future events of ‘being a couple’ until one day she stumbled into his office to see a woman perched on Grays. It hurt, it hurt so fucking much, and at that point she thought she wanted nothing to do with him until he came running after her, heart beat in his ears, no matter how much he would say he didn’t love her, he didn’t want to live life without her.

“Peach.. sweetheart please stop.” Gray grabs her wrist stopping her from going any further, tuggling softly so she turned around to face him.. but he wish he didn’t. Nothing would prepare him for the tears rushing down her cheeks, and heart broken arms.

“Leave me alone Grayson. I know we aren’t together but i thought we had a mutual understanding!” She sighs, wiping the tears from under her eyes she was stronger then this.

“Listen to me please. i feel nothing for her. she is someone i do business with and if i don’t make her happy i don’t get her business.”

“So you fucking sleep with her to keep her happy?!” She pulls her arm away from his grip, but this only makes his reach for her cheeks, soft hands against the warm skin.

“No never.” Gray shakes his head. “I swear there is no one else i want in my life. My life is difficult, but you’re the one sure thing I want.”

She forgave him that time, but the second time she walked in on it, she was done. There were no tears this time, Grayson noticed as well, his heart pounding against his chest as if it was going to fall out as she said, “Don’t contact me ever again.”

The next few days were filled with heart break on both sides. Days were dull and meaningless again, no more fun, no more waking up with a smile and he couldn’t shake the aching in his empty chest, his heart hurt without her. He was too stubborn though to admit he was wrong. Despite telling the complete truth that he wanted nothing to do with that woman, she would literally just like to sit on his lap and was one of the biggest competitors around, she needed to make her happy for there was no war between the two for LA was a safe place for Ella to live, for Y/N to live.

“Where is Y/N?” Maria clicks her tongue at the fact she had definitely prepared too many eggs expecting his angel to be here.

“I don’t know. It’s not like she doesn’t come over everyday.” He mumbles, hand falling to bridge of his nose trying to ease the head ache he’s obtained from the restless hours of no sleep. “Having trouble in your relationship?”

“It’s not a relationship I don’t have time for a girlfriend.” He answers taking a sip of his black coffee trying to warm the numbing pain felt through out his body.

“But don’t you already do every thing a boyfriend does? You buy her things, she sleeps over, you two are always together.”

Those words replayed in his head all day at the office, his men staying clear because of how moody he’s been for the last few days. All day he would stare at his desk, eyes running over the small note from moths ago in her hand writing, ‘ have a good day xx’

After sitting there for hours and hour finally came to realization that he wouldn’t live his life another minute without her in it. His life would never be the same, and it didn’t want it to be. He didn’t want to go back to an empty house way too big and elegant, he didn’t want lonely dinners, he didn’t want to wake up without Y/N practically being on top of him.

In seconds Grayson was up, it was late but at the moment he didn’t care. The ride to her house seemed as if it was hours with anticipation, he just wanted to see her again, wanted to feel the heat of her eyes on him. Gray wanted to run away when he faced his door, he was afraid to declare his love out of pure rejection but couldn’t take another day without her. His heart stopped at the sight of her. Hair was thrown into a messy bun, eyes red and baggy, she was just dressed in a shirt that stopped mid thigh giving the illusion of having nothing underneath. Grayson swore his heart stopped for real this time, seeing her beauty so raw, and the emotion that ran through her eyes said it all; much like him she was a mess.

The moment their eyes met everything else in the room disappeared the only thing that was truly there was the thick tension of sadness and sexual attention. His eyes roam her face, jaw clenching at the erect pink nipple hard through her, actually his short. She had worn it all day today because she missed him so much and the smell, the smell of his expensive Gucci spray helped.

No words were said as he slowly stepped closer to her, cautious not to scare her away but slowly lifing his hands to meet with her cheeks, forehead soft against eyes meeting each others for a moment before lips slowly meet. The kiss started out slow as lips mold one another, but as his hand slipped to her lower back pressing her breast against against his hard chest, Gray felt a fire in his stomach expand. He needed to feel her. Gray was the worst with words, and this one the only way he knew how to show her how he really feels.

The shuffle through out the apartment as Gray tries his best to navigate through out the furniture until they finally meet the couch and moment they did his greedy lips molding into hers, she could feet the heat rushing through her body as his hands slip under her shirt to squeeze her soft breast. Her hands running along his clothed chest before one tries to undo his belt despite the heavy kiss. Gray let out a soft groan as her hands wrapped around his clothed cock, the sweet feeling of her hands again had him dizzy in desire, braking the kiss.

Gray was in awe of the sight of her, legs spread as he could feel the heat of her bare pussy radiating against pubic area, her cheeks flushed with desire, lips swollen form his own. He felt his cock throb at the soft, “Gray please touch me.”

Gray didn’t waste anytime lifting the shirt over her head exposing her completely to his greedy eyes. His lips pressing hot kisses against her collar bone, tongue trailing down her chest, lips closing around her nipple tongue swirling and licking. His lips had meaning this time though, even though he couldn’t find the right words to say, he was trying his best to show them. Y/N was already a panting mess. As he switched to the next nipple, he dragged his hand down the front of her body, hand dangerously close to where she wanted him most.

Her eyes flutter shut as his lips press against her jaw line, finger’s touching the sensitive bundle of nerves swollen in desire, Gray smirks at her moan. “Tell me what you want sweetheart, tell daddy how much you missed him.”

He genially wanted to hear the words, his heart fluttering his his chest because of how much it would mean to know he wasn’t the only one who had gone through days of heart break. She felt her core throbbing for him, begging for his fingers to fill her deliciously. The tone of his rapsiness sending her thighs squeezing around his lips. “Tell me what you want and you will get it. Anything.”

“I want you to touch me, i missed your touch so much...” With her confession he wasted no time as he pushed his tongue further into her mouth, rolling his softly against hers. In minutes Gray was on his knees in front of her, as he presses her lips back against the sofa. Her teeth sinking into her lower lip as he licked a stride down her throbbing heat. “So wet for me? Did this tiny pussy miss me?”

Grayson’s didn’t need an answer as he flicked his tongue against her. Grayson didn’t waste no time thrusting his tongue inside of her, tasting every drop of her with a moan that sends shivers throughout his whole body. His tongue running between her folds watching as her body shook with pleasure, the sinful sounds of slurping and the sound of his tongue lapping over her again filled the room. His finger relished in the warmth of her bare opening, tracing the hole slowly, collecting the wetness around it.

“Do you want my fingers babygirl?” He mumbles against her heat, she nods fast moans slipping from her lips. With no verbal answer his hand slips to her thigh squeezing it roughly. “Use your words.”

His jaw is clenches as he feels her hips pushing against his face, an annoyed expression with her choice of using no words, but the squeal that fell from those lips had his cock throat, the spot of his pre-cum seen through his boxers as his pants where around his ankles on the floor. “I want your fingers so fucking bad daddy, i was so lonely without you. Touching myself to the thought of you..”

Grayson’s heart as well as his hard dick swelling at the thought of her touching herself to him despite the break up.. if you wanted to even call it that. A rush of heat engulfs her as he presses his body against her. Legs spread for him, as he gently presses a finger against her opening, stretching her completely.

“Taste yourself pretty girl..” His finger pushing past her plump lips leaving a salty taste against of herself. Grayson’s lips wrap around his fingers at well the sight sending a shock of pleasure to her pussy.

“I’m going to fucking destroy you, fuck you until the only name you know is mine.”

part 2 tmr!!! I’m sorry guys i wanted this to be a full fic but most of it was deleted and i have so much school work to finish ! Thank you for understand ily<3

#grayson dolan imagine #grayson dolan #grayson dolan x reader #smut #the dolan twins imagine

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Writing Ask Game

Thanks to the magnificent @gottaenjoythelittlethingzz for tagging me in this wonderful little tag.

I don’t think I’m going to choose one WIP rather just the universe itself – The Divine Intervention universe. By that, I mean I’ll be doing it for these two novels I’m working on: Divine Intervention or: What Comes After Immortality? & The Trials and Tribulations of a Virgin Goddess.

1. Describe the plot in one sentence.

Divine Intervention or: What Comes After Immortality?

A goddess and a girl meet at a bus stop and while things are a bit awkward at first, they soon begin hitting it off and begin regular correspondence, however, there’s something more lurking under the surface that neither of them wish to peruse and that one thing is forgiveness and love respectively.

The Trials and Tribulations of a Virgin Goddess

Sex and Babette go together as well as water and oil, yet it was not always this way and in this story she decides to heal herself, to improve herself, and to choose love over her almost selfish desire to dwell on the past and wallow in a pit of guilt and suffering.

2. Pick one sight, smell, sound, feel, and taste to describe the aesthetic of your novel.

Divine Intervention or: What Comes After Immortality?

Flashes of blood, death and gore in the small hours of the night. The smell of petrichor as rain descends. The sound of deathly silence. The feel of soft arms holding you tightly. The metallic taste of blackened blood coughed from the lungs.

The Trials and Tribulations of a Virgin Goddess

Bodies intertwined in a lover’s embrace. The smell of lust in the air. The sound of ceaseless screaming. The feel of suffocating pain and smooth stone. The bittersweet taste of lip balm.

3. Which 3+ songs would make up a playlist for the novel?

Because I’m not very knowledgeable on music myself, this list is filled only with songs I have on my phone.

Divine Intervention or: What Comes After Immortality?

“Viva La Vida” by Coldplay; “Accidentally In Love” by Counting Crows; “Superman (It’s Not Easy)” by Five for Fighting; “Stressed Out” by Twenty-One Pilots; “Perfect” by Ed Sheeran

The Trials and Tribulations of a Virgin Goddess

“Somewhere Over The Rainbow” by Israel Kamakawiwo'ole; “All of Me” by John Legend; “Let Her Go” by Passenger; “Like A Virgin” by Madonna; “A Thousand Years” by Christina Perri

4. What’s the time period and location in which the novel takes place.

Both books take place in the modern era and mostly in Salisbury/Adelaide, South Australia. WCAI? takes place in 2016 and TTVG takes place in 2017. However, at least specifically in TTVG, it does take place in other countries with Babette visiting Japan, America and perhaps even England as either a part of her job (Street Performer) or as the plot demands.

5. Is this a standalone or a part in a series?

Well…

6. Are there any former titles you’ve considered but discarded?

For WCAI? I only had Divine Interruption and for TTVG there was “Babette Visits A Sex Shop” “Babette Visits An Adult Shop” and The Weird and Wonderful Sexual Awakening of Babette Mewlyn.

7. What’s the first line of your novel?

I have a tendency to only have a single line to begin a book.

Divine Intervention or: What Comes After Immortality?

“The sky was a dark crimson haze.”

“It was supposed to be a bright and sunny Saturday morning in suburban Adelaide.”

The Trials and Tribulations of a Virgin Goddess

“We had planned this for nearly an entire week now and today was the day.”

8. What’s a dialogue you’re particularly proud of?

“ “心配しないで,” she said, a devilish smirk twisting onto her lips. “少なくとも見るかわいく、ジョセフィーン様.” “ – Divine Intervention or: What Comes After Immortality? Chapter 2(draft)

If you’ve got a problem with my Japanese, please tell me because I’m winging it on Google Translate and outdated information.

“ “It—it hurts.” It took all my power to just say that and once I did, I was hit by a new wave of grief—of agony—of heart-rending guilt. ” – The Trials and Tribulations of Babette Melwyn Chapter 3(draft)

9. Which line from the novel most represents it as a whole?

“It—it hurts.”

10. Who are your character faceclaims?

Babette… well, I’m tossing up between these girls: Jaimie Alexander; Abbey Lee Kershaw; Amanda Seyfried; Astrid Berges-Frisbey; Zoey Deutch; and Willa Holland.

For Josephine, she’s a bit difficult to find a face claim for. If you’d like to help, that would be appreciated but so far, I’ve not found anything that fits her yet.

11. Sort your characters into Harry Potter houses!

Babette Melwyn – Slytherin

Josephine Williams – Hufflepuff

Henrietta Phillips – Ravenclaw

Maria Camhain-Schmidt – Gryffindor

Kurt Schmidt – Gryffindor

Flynn Camhain-Schmidt – Hufflepuff

Adrien Williams – Hufflepuff

Samuel Meric – Gryffindor

Sofía Meric – Hufflepuff

Harrison Williams – Ravenclaw

Alyssa Williams – Gryffindor

Samantha Bailey – Ravenclaw

12. Which character’s name do you like the most?

Respectfully, I love them all, specifically the girl’s names. Henrietta, Josephine, Babette, Alyssa, Maria, Sofía.

13. Describe each character’s daily outfit.

Babette Melwyn; Babette’s daily outfit could be summarised as well cared for rags with a history with radioactivity. By this I mean, Babette hasn’t changed out of the dress she wore when a group of revolutionaries decided to nuke her. While incredibly old, magic makes a great cleaner and preserver for the cloth and during the course of this novel, she’s usually seen wearing it often. It’s a plain black form fitting V-neck dress with long sleeves that reach up to her hands. The skirt used to be long and flowing, but since being nuked, it’s much shorter, ending around her calves—jagged and looking like some kind of tattered flower blooming from her waist down.

Aside from the dress, she wears leather strapped calf-high sandals and her ruby necklace—her ruby necklace is a constant with every single last outfit she wears.

After settling down on Earth, she finds herself wearing other bits and pieces. She feels comfortable outside her tattered remains and has a small wardrobe filled with a verity of clothing. Her aesthetic could best be described as gothic and Victorian gothic. Expect lots of lacy black dresses of varying lengths along with several sundresses and perhaps a few gowns. Hats are usually wide-brimmed and floppy, and she will not wear heels.

Josephine Williams; Josephine doesn’t have a daily outfit because she’s a normal person who doesn’t have a set outfit and often changes as the clothes she wore previously gets dirty. However, she has that kind of… art student vibe to her, befitting her artistic inclination, though she does were certain jewellery or outfits that have a certain Hellenic aesthetic. What you’ll mostly see her around in is either some kind of cardigan, perhaps a really large jumper while wearing a dress, whether short or long with some leggings underneath. She mixes it up, shirts and shorts, pants and with different colours as well. She keeps her options wide and varied but if you spent enough time with her and paid attention, you’d notice similarities.

Heels, like her girlfriend, is a no-no, but her outfits are certainly more colourful then Babette’s who prefers black and occasionally other colours.

14. Do any characters have distinctive birthmarks/scars?

Babette has a lot of scars but specifically there’s the scars across her heart—two, specifically, one on her back and on her chest, both from being impaled by a weapon that wiped out all life in a galaxy. It wasn’t fun getting that one.

Josephine once had a scar on her calf, but I think she might not have any major scars nor any tattoos—yet. I might give her a distinctive back tattoo that’s basically a string of astronomical symbols which relate to the Underworld in Greek Mythology.

15. Which character most fits a character trope?

I wouldn’t be able to say for sure but I’m sure that Babette and Josephine both fit into a character trope/archetype.

16. Which character is the best writer? Worst?

Babette, hands down. Babette’s not so good at writing songs and whatnot but she’s an academic and a Bard, having transcribed ancient texts, her own stories and a few she’s plagiarised from Earth because Earth Copyright doesn’t exist outside of Earth. Out of the main characters, I’d say that Josephine isn’t so good at the writing of things and prefers visual art. Like, she could write a story, but it’d read like a synopsis.

17. Which character is the best liar? Worst?

This entirely depends on when we take the characters. Before Babette was unceremoniously dethroned, she was a magnificent liar who would often use the skill in her youth on the run. However, at the same time, she’s spent literal aeons alone and her skills at lying have atrophied. She still does it, she’s just noticeably worse. I would say the worst liar would probably be Adrian because out of the children characters, he’s younger and got the biggest tells out of the lot of them. And yes, I have to pick children because everyone else are massive liars whether it’s lying to themselves, their parents, or others. In my experience, everyone lies at least once and their skill isn’t proportional to how much they

18. Which character swears the most? Least?

Henrietta swears like a fuckin’ sailor, Josephine can swear but only does it rarely—or at least where people can’t hear her.

19. Which character has the best handwriting? Worst?

Babette, again due to living for millions of years and the necessity she had to perfect her handwriting. So far, I’ve described her handwriting thusly:

‘…it was clear that it was one-hundred per cent handwritten, and it was a masterpiece. Each letter, each word was written in a way that made reading it clear and easy to read, but also incredibly pleasing to the eye. Cursive, almost like calligraphy but written in clear bull-point pen, as if someone managed to distil handwriting into an artform then decoded to perfect it because why not?’ – Divine Intervention or: What Comes After Immortality? Chapter 4(draft)

Unfortunately, she’s not so good at art unless it’s literally putting the image in her mind onto paper using magical means. Nevertheless, I could see her girlfriend asking Babette to do some calligraphy for her blog.

Flynn has the worst but honestly you can’t blame the kid… he’s a kid!

20. Which character is most like you? Least like you?

I’d probably have to say Babette, but it’s a close tie between her and Josephine because both of them contain facets of me but are also their own people with different desires and personalities.

Least like me are the other characters, pretty much. Henrietta, Maria, Kurt, Samuel, Sofía, Flynn, Harrison, Alyssa, I’m not really like these characters at all.

21. Which character would you most like to be?

Josephine. Hands down, Josephine. Listen, I like Babette and all and she’s an extension of myself in some ways, and, honestly, I’d feel a lot more comfortable in her skin then my own, but Josephine is just a quiet suburban girl with her own slice of the Earth doing her own thing. She’s an artist, she’s got a loving family, a healthy online presence, a healthy sleeping schedule, and… yeah.

To tag some folks, I think I’ll tag: @randomestfandoms-ocs; @rose-writes-and-drinks-tea; @ariellaskylark; @focusdumbass; @i-tried-and-i-loose; @undinisms; @alixismad; @sweet-scribes; @sunlight-melodies and literally anyone else who wants to try it!

#oc: josephine williams #oc: babette melwyn #original characters #oc #original character #my writing #my wip #wip questions #writing #writer #writers on tumblr #writing tag #wip tag #writeblr #work: divine intervention

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kastle-fics · 6 years

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Unexpected (Pt 2)

A/N - This is a long chapter. This is the second chapter in a THREE part fic.

Link to Unexpected (Pt 1): HERE

The next morning, Karen almost forgot about the fact she was no longer alone in her apartment. It had been such a long time since she heard anyone moving around in the living room or making coffee in the kitchen. When she heard Frank moving outside her door, she almost began to panic, but it only took a second for the memories of the night before came back to her. And her very urgent need to pee.

Dressed in only a tank top and underwear, Karen pulled her bedroom door open and ran across to the bathroom. Frank was standing in the kitchen when he heard the hurried slams of the doors, moving into the hall to check on Karen.

“Everything alright?” he asked.

“Yeah, everything’s fine,” Karen called back in return.

She couldn’t believe how much power this baby had over her body. It was bad enough she could no longer sleep in a comfortable position, but now she could barely sleep at all without needing to use the bathroom every hour.

When Karen finally stepped out of the bathroom, she didn’t bother heading back to the room to retrieve pants. Instead she just wandered right into the kitchen, rubbing her tired eyes.

Frank was pouring his second cup of coffee for the morning, turning at the sound of Karen entering the room, and immediately widening his eyes in response. It took a moment for him to realise that he wasn’t imagining Karen standing there in her underwear, it was real.

“I missed the dress code apparently,” he joked lightly.

Karen looked over to him with a frown and a soft sigh.

“I’m too uncomfortable in everything right now,” she explained, running her hand over her belly.

Frank frowned back at her in return, seeing just how uncomfortable she actually was. She looked tired too, and he wondered if she was sleeping any better than he remembered.

“Anything I can do?” he asked, knowing there was very little he could do to help.

Karen shook her head, reaching into the refrigerator to pull out a handful of blueberries.

“Maybe don’t parade your coffee around,” she smiled, taking a deep breath and closing her eyes to savour the scent. “God, it smells good,”

Frank grinned and lifted the cup to his lips to gulp down as much as he could without burning himself. It had been a long time since he was around a pregnant woman, he forgot almost everything they could and couldn’t do. And as he would grow to learn, he also forgot about the very odd cravings and aversions of food.

“Want to see something?” Karen asked, a grin on her lips.

“I’m seein’ quite a bit now,” he smirked.

Karen rolled her eyes before she turned toward the hallway, gesturing for him to follow. Frank took one last mouthful of coffee before he trailed behind her, a small smile still on his lips as he observed the woman in front of him.

There was a small room beside Karen’s, one that she had been using for storage of files and unwanted boxes, that had been turned into something she never thought she would need. The piles of boxes and junk had been replaced with a small crib, changing table and shelves covered in baby supplies and outfits.

“It’s not much, but it’s getting there,” Karen smiled, adoring the room. “Makes me feel somewhat ready,”

Frank stared at the crib in the little room, imagining their baby sleeping peacefully in it, safe and sound. There were little pink outfits lined up along the shelves, fluffy blankets piled onto the rocking chair in the corner and boxes of diapers right beside the changing table. Frank wondered how Karen had set all of this up on her own, but he had learnt long ago not to underestimate this woman.

“You did all this?” he asked quietly, admiring.

“Mostly,” Karen nodded, folding her arms over her stomach. “Had to get Foggy in to put those shelves up, I didn’t really trust the ladder,”

Frank smiled, imaging Karen waddling around the room setting up furniture and building the crib. This is what he should have been here for. This was his job, and before the baby was even born, he was feeling like a failure.

Karen could see the regret in his eyes and moved closer to him, one hand reaching out to grab his arm and hold him tight. None of this panned out how either of them wanted, but that was their life in a nutshell. They had to roll with everything that was thrown at them, and unfortunately that meant lost time.

“I could use some help putting up the rest of the shelves,” Karen spoke softly.

A small smile pulled at Frank’s lips. He knew Karen didn’t want him feeling like this, and his heart swelled at the idea of her doing everything to make it all okay.

“You’re gonna need ‘em,” Frank chuckled. “Looks like half the damn store in here,”

Karen hit his arm, shaking her head as she looked around.

“I don’t know what I’m supposed to need,” she admit with a sigh. “I have no idea what I’m doing,”

Frank turned back to her, stepping closer to wrap her in his arms. Her large stomach made quite the obstacle, but Karen didn’t seem to mind once her head was laying against Frank’s chest.

“You will,” he assured. “I promise you, no one knows shit when they’re having a baby. It’s all a guessing game,”

“I don’t even know how to change a diaper,” she continued. “Everyone says it comes naturally, but this baby is going to be here in a few weeks and I don’t know even the simplest things-”

“Karen, hey,” Frank soothed, pulling back to hold her face in his hands gently. “You’re not gonna be alone. You know that, right? I'm right here, not goin’ anywhere,”

Karen stared back at him with a small smile, a few tears welling in her eyes. Maybe it was the unpredictable hormones or the stress of these last few months, but Karen couldn’t help it when she began sobbing into Frank’s embrace.

Frank ran his hand up and down her back, just holding her and letting her vent all of the build-up emotion she had. All these months she had to go through this all on her own, and now he was here, and this was exactly what he wanted to do.

He wanted to hold her when she wasn’t feeling well, when she needed to be held, when she needed anything at all.

“We’re gonna be fine,” he told her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

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As the days went on, Karen grew more and more uncomfortable. No position allowed her any rest and her back was beginning to feel like it would snap at any moment. Everything ached.

Long, hot showers helped the most. But eventually Karen had to try and sleep, and that was the hardest part.

One evening as Frank walked back to the couch from the bathroom, he stopped by Karen’s door. He could hear tossing and turning followed by slight moans of discomfort and pain.

He wasn’t sure what boundaries there were between them anymore, but he couldn’t help pushing the door open.

“You alright?” he asked, his voice soft enough to not startle her.

Karen let out a long and tired sigh, almost sobbing with discomfort.

“I’m so tired,” she whined softly, rubbing her eyes. “Every way I moved hurts,”

Frank frowned, stepping further into the room. He was wearing just his long, black sweatpants and his hair was sticking up all over the place, but Karen could still see the gentle expression on his face as he neared her.

“Sit up,” he suggested, offering his hand to her.

Karen took his gesture without thought, letting him pull her up into a sitting position before he climbed into the bed with her. Sliding in behind her, Frank lined his back up against the headboard of the bed and put his legs on either side of Karen.

“What are you doing?” she asked sleepily.

“Lean back,” he continued, his hands on her shoulders to ease her back into his bare chest.

Karen went with it, falling back into Frank’s grasp. As soon as her back made contact with his chest, she immediately felt the relief. Frank was better than any pillow Karen would ever find.

Letting out a satisfied sigh, Karen ran her hand down over her stomach and felt movements that she wished would cease. But she knew that in another short week, she would miss them.

“Comfortable?” Frank asked quietly, whispering above Karen’s head.

“Mm,” she hummed. “Thank you,”

“No need for that,” Frank smiled. “Least I can do,”

“You don’t have to do this all night,” Karen argued. “That must be so uncomfortable,”

“It’s not,” Frank assured, lying. “Get some sleep,”

As Karen’s eyes drifted closed without any struggle, Frank looked down to see her stomach moving around with little movements made by the unborn child inside. He grinned slightly, his heart hammering in his chest.

Reaching out, his hand ran down along her bump and felt the kicks against his own touch. It would always blow his mind.

Someday soon this little bump would be a baby. One they could hold in their arms. One Frank would fight to the ends of this Earth to protect.

Karen moved around slightly in his arms, reaching down to entwine their fingers together. And that’s how she fell asleep that night, and every night since.

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When the day finally came, Karen could not have been in more denial about the whole situation. Frank knew the signs, he had witnessed this twice before with Maria, and he knew they had to get to the hospital.

Foggy had organised with Claire a private room for Karen when the time came, one with security footage Micro would be able to hack into and clear, leaving no sign of Frank Castle. It meant that Frank could be there with Karen for the birth of their child, but he couldn’t be there for everything. They both knew that.

“What’s wrong?” Frank asked early in the morning, noticing Karen leaning against the wall and wincing.

“Cramp,” Karen sighed.

“A cramp or something else?” he continued, walking over to put his hand over her stomach. “Karen?”

“Frank, it’s fine,” she assured, shaking her head. “It’s going,”

And for a couple of hours, it was fine. Karen felt a few sharp pains every now and then, Frank panicked, and then they went back to normal. But Frank’s eyes never left Karen throughout the entire day.

Every movement she made, every gasp she let out, he knew what was happening.

“Karen, lets just go to the hospital and wait it out,” Frank tried to encourage.

Karen shook her head, leaning against the kitchen bench.

“It’s not that bad,” she grit out.

“It’s gonna get worse,” Frank shook his head. “Come on,”

“No, Frank-”

“Karen, your due date was two days ago, alright? This isn’t just cramps, this is it, okay? This is it,”

Karen looked back at Frank as she bit down on her lip in pain, tears beginning to build.

“Okay,” she whispered, her voice and lip trembling.

Frank’s heart ached at the sight of her reaction. He reached forward and cupped her cheek with his hand, pressing a long and soft kiss against her forehead.

“Hey,” he whispered. “I’m scared too,”

“It’s too much,” she shook her head. “What if I can’t do it?”

“You can do it,” Frank smiled. “Come on, how much shit have you gotten yourself into over the years? You can do this,”

Karen’s breathing started to become heavier, and before Frank knew it his hand was begin clutched so tight he was sure a few fingers would be bruised.

“Alright, okay, Karen? We’re going to the hospital,” he told her, running a soft hand over her side. “I’m gonna get the bag, we’ll be outta here in ten seconds, okay?”

Karen nodded, her breathing getting louder.

“How bad does it get?” she asked, a hand reaching around her rest on her lower back. “Oh my god,”

Frank hurried his steps throughout the apartment, grabbing the bag and running back to her.

“It’ll be over before you know it,” he tried to soothe.

“Easy for you to say,” she winced, letting out a cry of pain.

The drive to the hospital took longer than either of them would have liked. Frank has his black hood pulled over his baseball cap, shielding himself from anyone that may recognise him. But when it came down to it, he didn’t care about that right now.

Claire was less than thrilled with the idea of helping the Punisher, but she knew how much Karen meant to Matt, and she did this purely for Karen. She witnessed just how much horror and violence the Punisher inflicted on Hell’s Kitchen, and she made a point of ignoring his whole existence.

It was the same point Foggy made too. Ever since finding out a week ago that the long-mysterious father of Karen’s child was Frank Castle, Foggy was sure nothing was ever going to make sense to him again.

“You’re going to have to come in around the back entrance, third corridor to the left, room 4B,” Claire told Frank as they arrived at the hospital.

“Frank,” Karen breathed out heavily, looking at him with wide eyes and panic.

“I’ll meet you there,” Frank assured, reaching down to press a kiss to Karen’s forehead as she sat in the wheelchair at the hospital entrance.

“Go now,” Claire instructed, seeing security guards wandering, changing her tone once it was just her and Karen. “Keep breathing, you’re doing good, you’re doing exactly what you should,”

“God,” Karen groaned loudly, her teeth gritting together. “I thought all the warnings were exaggerated,”

Claire smirked slightly.

“Contractions? Yeah, I don’t envy you one bit,” she laughed. “But all this pain? It’s not gonna be forever. A few hours of this, compared to a lifetime of-”

“I don’t care, I don’t care, I don’t care!” she argued, her hands balling into fists. “I just want it out,”

#karen page #frank castle #claire temple #foggy nelson #kastle #karen x frank #frank x karen #unexpected #kastle fic

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pixiealtaira · 7 years

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Birthday Gifts

In honor of my youngest turning 18 (still have to get the boy through his last year of high school...convincing him this does not make him totally an adult is a bit of effort...ugh!)...here is a little tale to celebrate.

Pairing: None....a Kurt Hummel and Elliot and Dani friendship fic.

Seriously, the best thing about Kurt’s birthday that first year was that NYADA had had their finals two weeks before, but the Summer sessions did not start up again until the next week. He had one more week before he spent several weeks straight being tortured by Cassie July in an effort to catch up and be ready for intermediate dance for stage. He had tap and Jazz and ballet and lyrical and hip-hop and street and Latin dance and ballroom techniques and…he was going to die. He also had the rest of vocal techniques, drama year one, script analysis and, of all things, English 101. All shoved into June, July and half of August. So, yeah, the best part of his birthday was that he was on his summer break!

Rachel was insisting that the fact his birthday was on Memorial Day was the best thing…but Kurt did not agree.

Kurt wasn’t home in Lima. He would not be visiting the graveyard to place flowers at his mother’s grave and at the gravesite of his Dad’s friend, who’d been in the Air Force in ’91 and had been in Desert Storm…or the gravesite of Harmon, who worked at the garage when Kurt was little and taught Kurt how to do Elvis’s hips and died of Lung Cancer and who had served in Vietnam and held his friend’s hand as he died in his arms. And his friend was named Marius Rossi and was from New York and one of the other guys had wanted to be an actor who acted in Musicals, on Broadway like Kurt wanted, and would tease Marius by singing ‘Maria, I’ve found a girl named Maria’ until Marius shut him up by kissing him right smack on the lips…and that guy had died too but Harmon hadn’t been close enough to him to hold his hand. Kurt hoped his dad remembered to put the extra flowers at Harmon’s grave for Marius and their friend. Kurt wasn’t home for the evening barbeque with the guys from the shop and the Memorial Day Poker and Darts tournament that happened in the backyard if the weather was nice or in the house garage if it was nasty outside. He wasn’t home to make enough during this evening to fund half his summer wardrobe…mostly because both poker and darts were played better when sober. His traditional Memorial Day activities were not an option.

Blaine had chosen to go to California and spend the weekend with Cooper…and take Sam with him…instead of visiting Kurt. He also told Kurt that he wouldn’t be calling or anything until he was back to Ohio because he couldn’t figure out the time zone thing without giving himself a headache and he didn’t want Kurt to call him because he wasn’t sure when he’d be in while at Cooper’s. They planned on spending most of their time out and about, after all they wouldn’t have time for FUN while in LA for Nationals. He’d not said Happy Birthday before he left, nor had he sent any gift of any sort. Kurt wasn’t even sure Blaine remembered he had a birthday. Blaine had plenty of time for social media though, and he remembered all about sending pictures of him and Sam at the beaches and Disneyland to the Dalton Facebook group.

And New York during Memorial Day was nuts. The whole weekend had been nuts. Everyplace was too crowded with people going and trying to do things while they had time off. Friday night at callbacks had been so packed Kurt felt faint from lack of air and that had just been that start. He worked at the diner on Saturday and they never had a pause. There had been a line at least 15 people long out the door of the place for seven full hours! Sunday was so bad on the subway when they went out that Kurt ended up bruised and had clothing torn. And the amount of people trying to grill in places where one should NOT grill was insane. It was NUTS! They had heard almost non stop sirens for most of Saturday night and it hadn’t stopped. Between his feet hurting from work and then Rachel’s Day At Central Park (a non-stop complaint fest due to lack of ‘good’ space for the blanket he dragged through the subway and then halfway through the park for her) and the sirens, Kurt wanted nothing more to do for HIS birthday than sit home, maybe with ear plugs in, put his feet up and watch HIS choice of movie and eat HIS choice of takeout. He’d like to do it with friends…or at least not alone. He was willing to do many things…as long as he didn’t have to leave the loft or be subject to packed spaces with no breathing room and which endangered his feet more. Board game tournament? He could do that. A karaoke party…doable as long as it was at the loft. He didn’t think he was being too picky.

He hadn’t stopped hearing about his plans…or lack thereof…since he voiced them after Rachel woke him at 6:00 am to find out what ‘grand adventure’ he wanted to embark upon. Rachel…who had stolen his earplugs to block out the sirens all night long so she could get her beauty rest and preserve her ‘more important than anyone else’s’ delicate and ever so sensitive ears…and thus slept all night long woke him up…on HIS birthday...hadn’t been pleased at all when he said he wanted to stay in, maybe have a grand adventure at the loft. She whined and then yelled and then stomped her foot. And then demanded he get up and make birthday pancakes since he was being a ‘self-centered pig wrapped in a blanket’ which she then laughed like a hyena over. Yeah. All it had done was cement his desire to stay the heck home.

Rachel and Santana had finally left to ‘go out and do something’ since they didn’t want to sit around being a downer all day and didn’t care how crushing it was outside…and why should they let him decide the activity for that day anyway…Kurt’s birthday or not. Home was finally quiet. He was getting ready to pop in his Pity Party movie instead of something celebratory, because…the girls chose ‘fun’ and ‘excitement’ over friendship, again. He did have his choice of take-out, though, so it wasn’t a total miss.

He wasn’t expecting a knock on the loft door…or for the ones knocking to just left themselves in.

Food halfway to his mouth, he turned just in time to put the fork back onto his plate before he was ambush hugged by Dani, who then removed the plate from his hands and passed him off to Elliot.

“So…we heard that it was your Birthday. Of course we also heard you were being a party pooper and didn’t want to go out.” Dani said.

“So, we might have done a bit of calling around and…” Elliot added.

“You have about a half hour to change into something wonderful and fabulous before your party comes to you! Eat on the run!” Dani finished, pushing him off towards his room after handing him his plate again.

“And we promise no one will try to barbeque anything!” Elliot shouted before tasking other members of the band different jobs…like quick clean up and pushing furniture around and putting the dessert table and drink tables together.

Dani followed after him. “Eat, Kurt. You’ll get a belly ache if you just drink and eat sweets with us at your party. Then shower and I’ll have something waiting for you to put on.”

Kurt ate quickly while gathering the basics to take into the bathroom with him…underwear and his towels. Dani wouldn’t release anything else to him.

He showered and was about to start doing his hair when Dani barged in and dragged him back to the bedroom area, whistles and catcalls from the other band members following in his wake. Kurt was pretty sure he saw the band gear going up in one of the corners and his movie was playing in the back ground as the others worked, snippets of song floating back to Dani and the waiting clothing.

“The top first and then I’ll do your hair while you finish getting dressed.” Dani demanded, pointing to the ¾ sleeved white Henley sitting on the bed.

Kurt got the shirt on and had barely pulled it all the way down when he felt hands full of mousse running through his hair. He sighed and reached for the pants.

“These aren’t something I own.” Kurt said, holding the leather pants that laced up the legs.

“Well, now you do. Happy Birthday. I decided you needed clubbing clothing and Elliot chose these so they could double as ‘Rock Dude!’ if we want to try something a bit more extreme at some point.”

“Rock dude?” Kurt asked and sounded quite dubious.

“What? You could totally do Freddy Mercury if you gave yourself a chance, not to mention some of the newer rocky stuff.”

Kurt tilted his head. “I could try.”

“Well, try later. People other than us will be here soon.” Dani said.

Kurt managed to get the pants on and properly fastened up and was adding to the outfit a black velvet sleeveless waistcoat that Kurt thought screamed Pirate or something.

“This is also an Elliot choice,” Kurt said fastening the front. “I can tell. It has a very steampunk vibe to it. I think it will become a favorite though, it is very comfortable. Dani? What are you doing?”

Dani just chuckled and pushed Kurt back until he was sitting on the bed again.

“I’m not really an eyeliner type of a guy” Kurt protested as his makeup was skillfully done in very little time.

“You look amazing.” Dani said, dragging him to look in the mirror over the chest of drawers.

Kurt smiled. He did look pretty good. It wasn’t at all his usual look, but he could certainly appreciate it and he’d definitely be willing to repeat the look to go out another time.

“Damn. If there weren’t going to be so many other here, I’d totally tell you to go barefooted all evening. You look delicious with bare feet.” Dani said. “Unfortunately I cannot guarantee the safety of your toes…nor your virtue if Elliot saw you like that. I suggest black boots probably.”

Kurt chuckled. “I’ve got those covered. Biker boots be too much? Or would riding boots look better?”

“Like English riding boots?” Dani asked. “Those…I think.”

Kurt finished the look after getting his feet covered by adding a pocket watch on a chain and a blood red silk scarf and finally convincing Dani that piercing his ears needed to wait at least another year or so because his dad would flip out completely if he did so and there had been too many health scares to do that to him yet.

He finished dressing just in time. The first knock on his loft door was followed by a steady stream on knocking. People he knew from NYADA were gathering as well as people from Vogue.com and people he’d met through work at the diner and through Elliot and Dani. The counter space was quickly filled with goodies like cakes and cookies and other sweet treats and other snacks like nuts and chips. One of the guys Elliot introduced Kurt to had set up a small bar off to one corner and was fixing drinks and handling sodas and bottled water as well. His movie had been restarted and a few people had settled in front of the TV on beanbags he was certain he did not own, while other people danced in the open middle area to the music produced by a small mix station that Kurt knew wasn’t there before he’d gone to shower. The DJ was a girl who skated with Dani. The music wasn’t too loud, great for dancing to but not loud enough to make it impossible for those watching the movie to hear it. Half in Rachel’s ‘room’ was a small table set up where people were playing cards and the band’s gear was set up so people would sing later. On the edge of the stage was a pile of gifts. Everyone there seemed to be having fun and Kurt was having a blast.

Someone had procured a large sheet cake with ‘Happy Birthday, Kurt!’ scrawled across the top and music notes in a rainbow of colors scattered over it as the rest of the decoration. It was vanilla cake with a raspberry filling and a slightly lemony flavored icing.

“Do you like it?” Dani asked.

“I love it.” Kurt said, finishing his slice. Elliot had made him blow out candles before serving the cake and Kurt couldn’t help but smile as everyone sang to him.

“Santana said you were very picky about chocolate cake but liked white cakes with fruit fillings pretty well, and I thought just plain flavored icing was boring.”

“You asked her today?” Kurt asked.

Dani giggled. “Oh no. All we heard from them today was when Rachel called to complain that you were being mean. I texted her and Santana that we were going to be here at the loft this evening and to come join us here, but neither answered. No, I asked way back around Easter time, but then you made us cheesecake for Easter.”

Kurt smiled. The fact Dani had remembered that long and thought about what he’d like made him even happier.

After the cake Elliot and the band set up and offered their services for karaoke…which was done for about an hour and half before someone suggested a name that song competition. Kurt put up his laundry money as payout…in two dollar wins. Chase’s boyfriend was the big winner, much to Chase’s surprise. He won 12 of the 25 rounds.

Kurt opened gifts right before midnight and people went back to dancing to the DJ for about another hour after that as the party died down and people started to wander out. As the majority of people were leaving right around 2am, Kurt made sure to be at the door, thanking them all for showing up.

He looked back to his loft as he shut the door after the last group to leave other than the band and Dani and Elliot. The floor was clean, all the trash picked up and sacked up to be taken down to the dumpster, and Elliot and the other band members were moving the furniture back while Dani set his kitchen to rights. There wasn’t really anything left for him to do. The beanbags were piled in the corner, the drummer informing him they were there to stay. Kurt watched and thought that all in all, he had some awesome friends after all, just not the ones he had been counting on.

“You guys are amazing.” Kurt blurted out.

Elliot laughed, and tossed the throw pillow onto the perfectly replaced sofa before coming over to gather Kurt into a hug.

“Happy Birthday, Kurt. There was no way we were going to leave you to celebrate by yourself. Not for your 20th. Next year we will be going out though. I’m taking you bar hopping! Your other half will just have to stay home and pout. Too bad he couldn’t make it up for your birthday though. It would have been a great weekend for him to come visit. Rachel said he was too swamped with school though.”

Kurt snorted. “Blaine might be swamped with school, but the reason he didn’t come visit for the weekend, even though I called and asked him to come, was because he decided Sam needed to see California and spend time doing fun stuff there before they went back for Nationals in a week. They needed some ‘bro’ time at his brother’s place so they could handle the rest of the year without getting too down, it’s been sooo hard on them, you know. At least he told me he was heading out with Sam to see Cooper and Disneyland before I bought him the ticket to come see me this time.”

“So, what did he send to make up for missing your birthday?” Dani asked.

“Nothing.” Kurt said. “He probably forgot.”

Elliot just hugged him tighter. “Well then, I guess coming bearing gifts and a party was even more necessary. You had a good time, right? I know we sort of sprang it on you.”

Kurt hugged back and kissed his cheek. “I had a blast. I honestly think this might have been my best birthday yet. Thank you so much, you guys.”

Dani pulled him out of Elliot’s arms into her own and kissed him soundly. “You are always welcome. Honestly, everyone I talked to had fun as well. We might have to do this more often. The loft is perfect for gatherings like this. With summer coming up maybe we can put together parties more often. Like for Flag day!”

“June is National Accordion Awareness month!” the girl who played the bass and keyboard said.

“Really?” Kurt asked

She nodded. “We could play polkas and learn to polka and then have a Weird Al name that song contest!”

“We should really do a Pride month celebration….either a get ready for Pride or a Pride recovery party.” Elliot said.

“I wouldn’t mind at all if we can always get the place back to it’s normal as quickly as you all did tonight. Thank you so much for doing that. Last time we did something like this I was trying to get things back to normal for weeks…Rachel and Brody moved stuff but they did NOT help put it to rights. Some of our furniture does not move easily by just one person.”

Their drummer laughed. “Anytime time you need help moving stuff around just call. We cannot risk you throwing your back out just when we are getting regular gigs.”

“I’ll remember that. You might be sorry you offered.” Kurt said.

“Just have some of those cookies you had at practice last week as pay.” He said with a dreamy sigh.

The keyboardist and sometimes bassist and the other guitarist laughed. “It was a lot more fun that going out tonight. Dani was so right about that. I was disappointed we didn’t perform more though.” One of the girls said.

“Nah. I think the fact we performed once was enough. Everyone there who hadn’t heard us before now might want to come see us at the next gig.” The other replied. “We left them wanting.”

“And we play Thursday Night.” Kurt said. “Elliot got us this one.”

“I’ll text everyone tomorrow a set list, after sleep…and work and class. Which I’d better getting going to so I can make it to see all of those.”

Kurt was passed to the rest of the band members for hugs as well as they left. He looked back to the loft and the movie which had been turned on again as everyone cleaned up. He wandered to the kitchen to get some water before he headed off to bed and wondered when Santana and Rachel would make it home. He knew Elliot had texted them again before midnight but neither had answered. If they were doing their usual though, Santana would get Rachel to stay out till one or two, especially if they’d found someone to buy them drinks. Kurt was the one that headed home early.

There were several pieces of cake left on a plate in the refrigerator. Other than the bean bags and the gifts he hadn’t yet moved to his bedroom, the pieces of cake were the only evidence left out saying they had had a party at the loft.

He gathered the gifts still left out and took them with him to his bedroom, shutting off the TV and most the lights. He wasn’t waiting up. Tucking his loot away on top of his dresser, Kurt stripped down and hung everything that didn’t need washed up. He showered and settled into bed.

He had managed to eat HIS choice of takeout. He had seen at least some of HIS choice of movie…and better yet others had enjoyed it as well. He’d even managed to play a round of poker, even if he hadn’t won. And really, the loft was good for lots of things but it wasn’t really good for darts when crowded but he’d played other games. So he didn’t end up putting his feet up…he also never had to leave the safety of loft and deal with crowded venues. All in all, Kurt couldn’t complain at all. The three he’d counted on coming through for him…you know, the ones who promised to be there through thick or thin…failed him on his day, but not everyone did. And it was nice to know that he had friends who would be there for him, even if they weren’t the ones he expected.

The best part of the first birthday in New York was knowing he had somewhere along the way managed to make friends who would come through for him, despite the roadblocks the friends from Lima who promised to always be there for him kept throwing up. And that wasn’t something to take lightly.

#glee fanfic #Kurt Hummel #elliot gilbert #Dani

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it all starts with me having an explosive fight with my family and going to work against their wishes

then at 8pm everyone's going home (I noticed irl that Douaïb tends to be last in his floor to leave) and I'm going to the bottom floor (just below Douaïb's) to grab my lunch box. And I'm kind of dragging my feet cause I've already resolved myself to not go home and I'm too proud to ask Maria (who lives alone with her brother) to crash at her place

so the bottom floor is the cafeteria and stuff and I'm like "huh maybe I could do with a cigarette before leaving" so I stay outside and light one and smoke it with a hot chocolate from the coffee machine

and he comes down and we have a conversation, it's 20:45 by now everyone's gone even the work transportation, and he's surprised to find me (as much as I'm surprised to find him) and we have an easy conversation that's of the normal type

he asks what I'm still doing there and I say my ride isn't here yet, hoping he'd leave and let me fend for myself on my damn own. I'm already planning on staying in the nap room for the night (there's a nap room that has plugs and a TV and ottomans you can press together to make a bed)

so the first night I spend in the nap room, normal, I somehow manage to avoid guards and maids but one thing i wasn't able to avoid was security cameras, so next morning HR tell me that they won't sanction it but they'll need me to find a place other than work to sleep. I hide the event from everyone and go pick up my bag (I brought my backpack and a duffel bag that's supposed to be for my workout gear but I put other outfits in it to not do a walk of shame every morning)

I see Chakib in the early morning cause he always comes to work first, which I love, and we have a lil talk about... not my homelessness cause I keep hiding it from the people who could help me cause I don't wanna feel indebted even though they'd do it for me like... out of kindness and their appreciation towards me. But you feel me, I don't wanna burden them even this I were in their shoes it wouldn't be like a burden at all. So then Douaïb gets to work and we talk until it's time for all of us to start working

so the day ends, and we get the news: Forced quarantine. Whoever's at work needs to get home STAT.

And since I didn't tell anyone about my predicament, I can't get a hold of them to ask to crash at their place. Chakib takes his car and leaves, Maria's already at the transportation, and I'm over there with a duffel bag and a backpack and nowhere to go.

I resolve myself to go to my dad's when I feel a hand on my arm.

I turn around and it's Douaïb handing me my charger.

"I thought you had headphones on, but you just weren't listening."

so I apologise and take the charger and start walking aimlessly, and from an outsider's perspective I am searching for a path I've never walked. I stop at intersections and look around, try to gauge where to go, start on a way and then cross the street for no reason. It's a poor sight to see.

so then a car pulls up next to me and I close my hand around my Swiss knife (I irl have a fakely Swiss knife that wouldn't hurt a fly) ready to defend myself. But then a familiar voice tells me to get in; Douaïb's. I do a double-take cause it doesn't make much sense since... he looks so homeless— then again I'm actually homeless so maybe appearances aren't everything. I frown and try to act independent, but he half-shrugs "If you wanna get arrested, that's your funeral, I only tried to help."

He's about to drive off when I open the back door to drop in my bags. It's a surprisingly nice car, it's a Peugeot but I wouldn't be able to tell you its ref, I'm bad at those.

So he turns up some music (he has great taste in music, the best of every genre) and I say I'm going to El Golf at first. But he asks "don't you live in Ouled Fayet?" And I shrug and am like "I moved"

He's sceptical but keeps driving.

And the closer we get to that destination, the more I realise I don't wanna go there. Maybe I should've just said Maria's place, it's not late yet. She lives in Sacré Cœur, we're not so close as to necessitate a change of paths.

"Actually, can you head for Sacré Cœur? I'm not staying at El Golf."

"Can I ask you something?"

"... yes?"

"Why are you lying to me?"

Crap. "I'm not ly— what would I lie about anyway?"

He throws a smirk at me with those intense eyes of his before gluing them to the surprisingly busy road.

"You said I was observant when you were trying to guess my star sign. And you were right. You slept at work last night, but you didn't tell anyone. Not even Maria knows."

I know it's a lost cause, but I still try. "I didn't sleep at work"

At that point he parallel parks his car pretty damn swiftly. I remember being out-of-place impressed with it before realising I was being put on the spot.

He locks eyes with me and just stays silent. And... slowly but surely I start realising my current situation. I don't have 20 things to call my own. I have nowhere to go. I'm in this (as of four weeks ago) stranger's car, and he's the only one who can save me from a potentially deadly virus and homelessness.

And I characteristically burst into tears.So he lets me cry until I calm down. He offers a tissue (those Cotex tissue boxes that every car has for some reason) and tries not to invade my personal space.

After I calm down and slump into my seat in the closest thing to a foetal position, he takes off again. I stay quiet for a while, letting the music fill up the silence that is surprisingly peaceful.

That is, until I notice we're not going to Sacré Cœur. I sit up straight and look around. Algiers is emptier than I ever remember it being, it's eerie at just 5pm.

"Where are we going?"

"You're staying at my place."

"No, I was going to crash at Maria's."

"Not to rain on your parade, but I don't think she can sustain more than her brother and herself."

He's got a point. She's the only one who works at home and even then maybe her brother will give her trouble cause... he wouldn't trust my health like she would...

"What will your family say?"

He frowns, amusement softening his features. "How would they know? I live alone."

Interesting. "And you wouldn't mind having an impromptu guest for this quarantine? It could last months."

He makes a compromise gesture. "We'll keep ourselves busy, I guess. Got any books in that bag of yours?"

I smirk. "Why'd you think it's so heavy?"

Skip to when we get to his SURPRISINGLY TIDY AND CUTE apartment, where a whole-ass wall is a giant bookshelf. It's not full but it's patiently waiting to be full of literature. As soon as I drop my duffel bag and he locks his door, there's a brief silence in which none of us moves.

I'm aware of his presence.

He's aware of my presence.

We can hear each other breathing.

It's at that moment that tension begins. Because we're acutely aware of the fact we'll be spending the quarantine together, when we've never even been alone together save for the cigarette and hot cocoa of yesterday.

He breaks the silence by clearing his throat, which sounds eerily like a cough, making me whip around to exchange a malicious glance.

Out of nowhere, he announces, "Alright shower time, down the hall."

"Wait what?"

"We've been outside all day, they announced quarantine today, that means we're fucking filthy right now. Go shower, quickly so I can go too and get dinner started."

I face him, trying to find a flaw in his argument that's weighed down by his ownership of me refuge and his willingness to have me in it.

"Alright, d'you have PJs I can borrow?"

He frowns, "You don't have PJs in there?"

I roll my eyes slightly, "I didn't know I wouldn't be able to go home in months."

He gives an exasperated sigh and a shake of his head as he disappears into the hallway. I get the urge to go to the bookshelf but I remember the virus and stay put. I try to read titles from afar... There it is. The Van Gogh book that started my interest in him.

He comes back almost immediately with sweatpants and a Silmiya T-shirt. I grimace at the latter and he gives me a condescending glance.

"Don't forget to wash your hair, it's a great environment for the virus."

I mean to object, but since we're going to be in each other's constant presence for a good amount of time, now wouldn't be the time to be snippy about him seeing my post-shower hair.

I go shower quickly, noting that the clothes he gave me smelled like cleanliness and... something I couldn't quite recognise but appreciated.

After the shower, I dry my hair as much as I can before braiding it in boxer braids and wearing his clothes. The pants are a tight fit, but I don't mind. The T-shirt is large enough to hide strategic places that would've otherwise made our stay together uncomfortable at first.

I exit the bathroom after making sure I left everything clean, and then go grab my bags and place them next to the couch, which I'll claim as my bed. I finally tiptoe to the bookshelf and explore titles, grab them individually and look at the pages. Not reading them, but feeling them. Feeling for the worn pages or the smooth, new ones. I vaguely hear him saying he's going to shower, but I only realise it when I hear the water running. At that moment, I try to find the kitchen, cause he said something about making dinner. What if he'd started making something but I didn't hear him when he said it was cooking? Did I have a mission I hadn't heard?

Arriving to the quiet and dark kitchen, I realise that he hadn't started making anything. I'm relieved but also stressed. I feel an urge to open the fridge, but what if he's territorial? He hasn't said "help yourself", like what most people do when you penetrate their space. But I want to start making dinner, first as thanks, and second because I haven't had time to have lunch with the quarantine news being delivered at 1pm and my lunch usually being at 2pm. And I don't really feel like grabbing my lunch— I still have enough spaghetti for two people in my lunch box (I'd packed days' worth of pasta before leaving home).

So as I went back to the living room to get my lunch box, our paths crossed. He wasn't in just a towel... but he wasn't completely dry, either. Tips of his hair were still wet, and he radiated a hamam-like glow. How was that possible in so quick a shower?

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