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Split City, Divided Heart - Chapter 5

Mob!Wanda Maximoff x Mob!Reader

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Summary: In the 1950s, the two most famous mobs in New York lived in a truce, in peace. But false peace is like a bomb, and this one is about to explode.

Warnings: +16. Violence; guns; bladed weapons; blood; death; torture; kidnapping; mentions of sex (no description); drugs; mob/mafia

Chapter Summary: You are given a task you know you won't be able to fulfill. And while the police try to follow the mafias' trails, Wanda looks for you, but it may already be too late.

Word count: 4.837 || Pronouns: she/her

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"Nothing personal, it’s just business" – Otto Berman

In the dim light of the office, surrounded by piles and more piles of paper, it's almost possible to hear the gears of Steve Rogers' brain working.

The policeman looks through the files eagerly, looking for an explanation for the mess he knows in his heart that is happening somewhere in this city.

Year after year working at that police station, the man has never felt like this. So close to unraveling the dirt of New York City's underworld. But there are still missing details, unanswered questions. He needed to figure them out if he was to get somewhere.

Then the office door opens suddenly and the blond's line of thought is lost as he is awakened from his musings and stares at the door in a jolt.

"Sorry for the disturbance, Captain," Wilson says, entering the office next, and Steve frowns when he sees his friend's breathless state, “we found something.”

Those three words were more than enough for Rogers to get up, fastly following Sam through the precinct’s corridors. They end up in the forensics room, and spend the next few minutes talking to the ballistics team about their findings.

"We've finished analyzing the bullets used in the shooting at the shed," Monica Rambeau informs them, a serious expression on her face despite her eyes brightening at the discovery, "many of them are from Stark Industries."

"I won't even feign surprise." Wilson says as he stood next to the Captain, his arms crossed in front of his chest. Steve glances briefly at him before returning his gaze to Rambeau.

"That's not all," the policewoman says and, noticing the inquiring looks from both men, she continues, "the bullets match the description of the supposed stolen lots." The woman informs and Steve clenches his jaw, flashes of the night of the interrogation running through the blond man's mind.

While investigating Stark under the suspicion of Hammer's murder, the businessman had shown strange behavior, to say the least.

And as if that wasn't enough, the police discovered that some of Stark's products had disappeared from his warehouse, heavy weapons and ammunition. When confronted about the situation, Stark told an unconvincing story about having no idea what had happened, saying that the lots could've been stolen or lost during transport.

Now, however, the policeman knew very well what had happened to them.

"So Stark hired the mobsters to murder his rival and gave them his products as payment." Wilson suggests, speaking out loud what was going on in the blond's mind. When Steve looks at Wilson, the man is already looking at him.

"Let's go get him."

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Wanda leaves her father's office feeling sick.

As she walks through the hideout's corridors, which seem to spin wildly, the redhead wonders how. How did her father find out about you? How, when she was so cautious not to let anyone know. It doesn't make any sense. How...

"Hey, Wanda." A voice calls out to her, and she only recognizes it belongs to Raven when she turns around and comes face to face with the woman standing next to her. "Going out to meet your filthy Avenger?"

The words come out with debauchery from the blonde's mouth, a cynical smile on her lips. Suddenly, as if pieces of a puzzle fell into place in Wanda's mind, she understands. Feeling her blood boil with rage, the redhead walks over to the woman and doesn't hesitate to throw a fierce punch to Raven's face.

The blonde gasps in surprise, bringing her hand to her face as she staggers back a few steps with the pain. When Raven removes her hand from the damaged spot, revealing a shocked expression and bloody nose, Wanda lets out a small victorious smirk, which soon fades away with the anger.

"Watch your mouth, sneaky bitch." Wanda warns through gritted teeth, and the blonde seems too astonished to reply.

Finally noticing the commotion of the few Guardians around, who turned their curious and confused gazes to the scene, Wanda storms away from the common room, heading towards the exit of the hideout.

She needs to get out of there. She needs to talk to you.

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It's early in the morning, and you're chatting away with Barnes and Wilson when you hear someone calling your name. When you turn your face in the direction of the sound, you see Carol Danvers.

"May I have a word with you?" she asks politely and you nod, getting up immediately. The Captain never comes to call someone directly unless it's serious, and the fact that you walk to her office in silence only confirms how serious the situation is.

"I have a job for you." She says as soon as you reach the room, Carol closing the door as you throw yourself into the armchair. "Anything you need, Cap."

"It's about Lehnsherr." She informs you as she sits in the armchair opposite yours across the table, and you widen your eyes slightly for her to continue. "I figured out a way to get back at him." She says with a small smile, and you settle back in your chair, interested. "I need you to take out his daughter."

"I didn't know Lehnsherr had a kid." You speak, with frowning eyebrows, and the blonde nods. "Kids, actually." The Captain corrects, and you blink a few times in surprise. "Twins he met when they were little. The children had no family so he kinda adopted them."

"How nice of him." You mock drily, "He's not gonna like that at all." You add with a smirk, which Carol promptly reciprocates. "I'm counting on it." She replies, and you giggle. "Does the target have a name? A picture I can use?"

The woman hums in agreement, and you watch as she pulls a small photograph out of one of her drawers and then hands it to you. You lean forward curiously, but as soon as you lay your eyes on the picture, your body freezes.

"Wanda Maximoff." Carol gives the information, not that you needed her to. Your heart beats rapidly at the image of the woman you fell in love with so quickly and so hopelessly staring back at you on that small piece of paper.

"Are you okay, kid?" The blonde's voice wakes you from your thoughts and you raise your eyes to her. You don't know if she said anything before, but she sounds concerned and so you shake your head, trying to push your panic away, unsuccessfully.

"Yeah." You answer, your voice failing a little even though you try to prevent it, and you clear your throat afterwards. "I'm just a little sleepy." You lie dismissively, and the blonde seems to believe you, as she just nods afterwards.

You stare at the photo for a few more seconds, as if looking at it long enough would make the face printed there change. But it doesn't, so you lift your gaze again, holding back a sigh. "When do you need it done?"

"The sooner the better." She answers simply and you nod, swallowing dryly, your only desire being to run away from there as quickly as you possibly can. You remain frozen in your position instead. "Dismissed."

It's only after the blonde's statement that you stand up, casting one last simple smile at her before turning to the door. As you walk out of the office, your mind spins, wondering what the hell you are going to do.

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You don't go see Wanda after your conversation with Carol.

In fact, you stay at the hideout most of the time, avoiding interaction with everyone. And the few times you do go out, you go to places you know no one will find you.

Like right now, for example, you are sitting on the roof of an abandoned building, looking at the scenery in the distance, your head spinning frantically with thoughts. But then a voice wakes you up from your pondering.

"First you start disappearing during the night, now you disappear during the day? I'm starting to think you're going to abandon us." Nat says with an amused smile as she approaches you, sitting down next to you afterwards, and you let out a dry disagreeing chuckle, but says nothing.

The two of you sit in silence for a while, the redhead staring at the horizon as you do. But soon curiosity gets the better of you and you turn to face her. "How did you know I was here?" You ask and she shrugs.

"I didn't. But I remembered you brought me here a few times when we were teenagers, so I decided to give it a shot." She comments and you nod, smiling nostalgically as you recall the afternoons when you would hang out here together with Clint, Bucky, and Sue, drinking and chatting away. Practically half of you are gone now.

"Why did you come?" You ask after a short moment of silence, pushing the memories away, and Nat looks at you, shrugging once again as a small smile frames her lips. "I figured you were in need of a shoulder to lean on."

"What if I wanted to be alone?" You retort and she smiles amusedly this time. "I imagined that too, but considering how you never shut up I thought it was unlikely." She teases and you let out a husky chuckle, looking at the skyline once more. You notice out of the corner of your eye the redhead watching you, however.

"What happened?" She asks eventually and you sigh heavily before answering. "I have a huge problem." You say simply, not knowing how to put into words all the thoughts bubbling in your mind. "It's about a girl."

"For God's sake, Y/n, can't you keep your pants up?!" She says, slightly annoyed, and you look at her with a grimace. "It's not like that!" You defend yourself, sounding offended. "I fell in love, okay? I fell in love hard."

At your statement, Nat blinks a few times in surprise and you look away. It's not like you to do this kind of thing, and she knows it too. You huff. "I love her to death and now I have to kill her."

The words make your friend widen her eyes in shock, and when you finally look at her and see her countenance shaped with concern and curiosity, you sigh.. "Carol assigned me to." You explain, but noting Natasha's still obliviousness, you add. "She's a Guardian."

"She's a Guardian?!" She repeats, her voice high in a mixture of irritation and shock, and you nod. "More precisely, Lehnsherr's daughter." You say, further aggravating the redhead's feelings. "Lehnsherr's daughter?!"

"Are you gonna repeat everything I say?" you joke, and Nat shoots you a stern glare. "I'm gonna punch you in the face, that's what." She replies irritated, and you just laugh through your nose half-heartedly before looking at the landscape again.

After a moment of silence, the woman beside you scoff. "The princess of the Guardians, have you lost your mind?" She lets out in a grumble, and you nod slowly as you say, "Apparently."

After that you share a long silence, both of you watching the scenery into the distance as thoughts roam in your minds. But eventually, Natasha breaks it. "What are you going to do?"

You don't answer for a while, that being the question that hammered the most in your mind, the question for which you had no answer. "I don't know." You admit with a sigh and, still staring straight ahead, you don't notice the small sympathetic smile the redhead casts at you. "I'm not going to kill her, that much I know... The problem is what's coming with that."

"Well, whatever it is, I know you'll do the right thing." Nat's words take you by surprise and you look at her, your eyebrows frowning in confusion. But all you get back is a loving and understanding smile, the support you have always received in all the years of friendship with the redhead, and then you smile gratefully.

"How can you know?" you ask softly, apprehension enlacing your tone, and Natasha shrugs dismissively. "Because it's who you are. You do a lot of shit, but you always do the right thing in the end." She says playfully, and you hiss.

"Thanks, I guess." You respond with a grimace and Nat chuckles, making you smile. A few minutes later you notice out of the corner of your eye the redhead getting up. When you look at her, she extends her hand to you.

"Come on, now, you look like you could use a drink."

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After spending the entire night getting drunk with Nat, you imagine you'll fall asleep as soon as you lie in bed, but you don't. The alcohol, surprisingly, helps you put your thoughts together, and the next morning you walk determinedly to the Captain's office.

"Hey, Carol," you say, your head popping through the gap in the door, and you wait for the blonde to look at you before you ask, "can I talk to you?"

"Of course, Y/n, come in." The blonde assures as she lays the papers that were in her hands on the table, moving her hand invitingly and a warm smile on her lips.

As soon as you close the door behind you, the room becomes more constricted, the Captain's figure more imposing, making you want to cringe. You try to stand your ground, though.

"What is it, kid?" The blonde asks, noticing your silence, and you clear your throat before asking. "It's about the job." You answer and the Captain raises her eyebrows, inviting you to go on. "I can't do it."

Carol stares at you in silence, and you get ready to make the speech you prepared in your sleepless night. But then the blonde nods, surprising you.

"I figured as much." She says calmly and you frown, confused, which makes a small smile appear on Carol's lips. "Have a seat." She instructs, pointing to the armchair in front of her desk, and you do so quietly. "I know about your affair with Lehnsherr's daughter." She lets you know, making you gulp. "How did you-"

"You're like a child to me, Y/n, I've noticed your behavior changing." She says in a not exactly reproachful tone, but you let out a brief embarrassed smile anyway. "After that I decided to keep an eye on you," she explains, but noticing your displeased expression, she adds, "don't look at me like that, I was worried about you."

You look away, not knowing what to say or do, and not seeing Carol watching you intently. When she speaks again, you look back at her. "I understand, she's charming. But I expected you to be more clever." She says with eyebrows raised slightly in disapproval and you huff. "I didn't know she was Lehnsherr's daughter when I met her. It's all just so..."

"Complicated?" She completes and you nod. "You have no idea." You let out in a sigh. "Yes, I do." Carol says and you cast her a questioning look. "What do you mean?" You ask, and the blonde casts you a small smile. "I've been in your shoes, kid."

"What, you fell in love with a Guardian?" you ask with bitter humor and she let out a brief laugh. "Worse." The blonde answers, and you frown in surprise. "A few years ago I met someone. The perfect woman, if you ask me." She tells you with a nostalgic tone of voice, and you watch as she rummages through the last drawer of her desk.

"Her name is Maria." She says, handing you an old photograph and you let out a short smile at the two smiling women in the picture: a cheerful Carol Danvers with the signs of youth quite evident and a dark-haired woman standing next to her, hugging her by the shoulder. But when you recognize who the other woman is, you frown.

"The Police Chief?" You ask in disbelief, raising your eyes to the Captain, who smiles sadly as she nods on confirmation. "She was the leader of Shield at the time. I didn't know, of course. She didn't know about me either."

The information has you widening your eyes in astonishment. Shield is New York City's specialized police squad tasked with investigating and taking down local mafias. The team has the best-prepared police officers in the area and had already taken down several smaller mafias over the years, but they never managed to come close to doing the same with the Avengers or the Guardians.

"What happened then?" You ask in a fearful voice, and Carol ponders for a while before answering. "I found out who she was, before she found out who I am. And then... I walked away." She answers with a hint of sadness in her voice, and you nod slowly.

"She must have figured it out later, Maria is a smart woman." The captain adds with a small smile and a nostalgic tone. You wonder if Carol still loves the other woman, but you think it best not to ask about it.

"The thing is," she continues the conversation, blinking out of her memories, "I couldn't risk the Avengers. My family comes first." The tone she uses is charged with meaning, and has you letting out a long sigh. "Are you asking me to let Wanda go?"

"No. That is entirely your decision." She says, and you return your gaze to her. "I'm asking you to think about your priorities. And where your loyalty lies." The words are kind, but loaded with an ultimatum that you knew would come but were not ready to receive.

"You don't need to answer now, take your time to think." The woman says, noticing your silence, and you nod slowly. "But I know you will make the right choice." The additional sentence is accompanied by a small smile, compelling you to make the decision you know you should make.

But you're not able to make it right now, so you just return the smile minimally as you stand up. Then, with your head heavy with doubt, you leave the room.

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That night you go to Wanda's apartment, your head boiling with thoughts that you really wish you didn't have. God, why life has to be so hard?

Arriving in front of the building, you smile when you see the apartment light on. But the smile soon fades away with the thought that she must be furious with you. Not that you could blame her. These last few days you have simply disappeared. No news, no sign.

And your suspicions are confirmed when you knock on the door and are greeted by a redhead with hardened expressions and tears in her eyes. You feel your heart ache, the weight of it all becoming more real now that you see her standing in front of you.

Before you can say anything, Wanda turns her back on you and walks into the apartment, leaving the door open for you to follow her, and you do.

You stop in the middle of the living room, your eyes locked on her as your heart beats heavily inside your chest, on the verge of breaking. When the redhead turns to you and you see tears streaming down her face, you can almost hear your heart shatter. "Wanda, I-"

Your sentence is cut off by heavy, unexpected arms wrapping themselves around you and suddenly the anguish turns to despair.

Out of the corner of your eye you see a blonde man you don't know, but who is clearly taller and stronger than you. This doesn't stop you from fighting back, however, trying to free yourself from the stranger's grip.

But all your attempts are in vain when the man holds you firmly with one arm, bringing the other hand up to your face, obstructing your breathing with a piece of cloth.

The strong, nauseating smell invades your senses immediately, making your nostrils burn and your head spin. You try to gather all your strength to free yourself from the man's grip, but it's becoming increasingly difficult to stay awake, no matter how hard you fight the feeling.

In a mixture of desperation and confusion, your eyes search for Wanda's. Looking for an answer, looking for help. But all you get is the image of the redhead looking away, increasingly blurred.

Until, suddenly, darkness.

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Your body awakens slowly, and before you even open your eyes an intense nausea takes over you, so violent that it makes you throw up immediately, your insides writhing in agony.

"That's not very classy, is it?" A sarcastic voice makes itself heard, but you are too dizzy to even attempt to recognize it. With the nausea now relieved, an excruciating ache takes over your entire body, your right eye barely opening. It's not hard to deduce that you've been beaten up while you were blacked out.

With great effort you look up and are confronted by Lehnsherr a few feet away, an amused expression on his face at seeing your condition. The man smiles a smug smile that makes your blood boil, giving you the urge to punch him in the face. But any movement you try to make is promptly prevented by the ropes that bind you tightly.

"Finally reaping the fruits of a plan so meticulously plotted." The man says, leaning in front of you and you frown, your confused eyes fixed on his expectant ones. When Erik notices your confusion, he smirks. "What? Nothing? How do you think you got here, Y/n?" He asks, but you remain silent, which makes the man smile even more. "It's not a conversation if you don't answer me, child."

"Fuck off." You retort through gritted teeth and the man grimaces, shrugging before turning away from you. As he starts pacing back and forth in the cell, you look down. "Well, if you're not in the mood to talk, I'd like to tell you a story. A story you'll like, actually, it's the story of how you ended up here."

With that you look up and, noticing your movement, Erik smiles victoriously. "I've caught your interest, haven't I?" He comments in a teasing tone and you clench your jaw. The man then snaps his fingers, as if he has just remembered something.

"Oh but every story needs a protagonist! Wanda, dear, please come closer, don't be shy." Lehnsherr instructs and your heart aches at the sight of Wanda entering the cell, the same man who made you unconscious entering beside her. Instinctively, you move in the chair, trying to reach her, but your movements are once again restricted by the ropes. When you realize that the redhead is avoiding your gaze, you look away as well.

"Well, it all started a few months ago when you decided to have fun with a certain redhead. But don't get me wrong please, I value my daughter's freedom quite highly. Her man, on the other hand..." Erik says, pointing to the two standing at the entrance of the cell, and your gaze immediately returns to Wanda.

The redhead has her arms crossed, looking everywhere but at you. Beside her, the blond man wraps his arm around Wanda's waist, his hand too low on her hip for your liking, and Wanda doesn't make the slightest effort to get it off of her. Your blood boils immediately, a mixture of anger and sadness coursing through your veins, and Erik notices your feelings with a small winning smile on his face.

"Where was I? Oh sure, you banging my daughter." He continues casually and you clench your jaw. He's doing all this to piss you off, you knew it. But still he was succeeding, which only makes you even more angry.

"It was supposed to be a casual thing, I imagine, a one night stand. But then the night of the Stark negotiation came and with it the perfect opportunity." The man tells you with a smile on his face, and you keep your gaze fixed on his, your hardened expression as impassive as you can manage.

"As soon as we got home, Wanda told me about you, and the idea came to me like a light bulb going on in a dark room." Lehnsherr gestures dramatically, and you resist the urge to roll your eyes. "Attracting you wouldn't be a difficult task, after all you were clearly already under her spell."

The whole situation, added to the pain in your body, made your head spin, the nausea again returning to your stomach, but you resist the urge to vomit. "Wanda didn't want to at first, of course. What was that thing you said, dear? That you wouldn't waste your time with a filthy Avenger?"

The two men in the room chuckle at the comment, nodding their heads in agreement. You allow yourself to look at Wanda briefly. The woman seems determined not to look at you at any cost. You wonder if she has any regrets for the situation she has put you in, for the lies she has told so beautifully and that you have believed so easily. If she does, she doesn't show it.

"But then duty to her family spoke louder and she accepted it." Erik speaks again, and you are finally awakened from your thoughts, remembering that he was there in the first place. "Always doing what's best for the people you love, aren't you, sweetheart?" he says with a smile, his thumb gently running along the apple of Wanda's cheek, who nods then.

"Yes, Papa." She says, the thick accent that had always made your hair stand on end now making your stomach drop, the weight of the truth forcing you to lower your head, your eyes fixed on the dirty floor of the cell. You see out of the corner of your eye Lehnsherr walking towards you.

"Well, I don't need to tell you what happened next." He says provocatively, and you clench your jaw tighter, your teeth about to crack. You feel the man put his hand on your chin, lifting your face to look at him, and your skin burns with disgust under his touch.

"There, you now know how you got here." He tells you with an amused smile. You keep your eyes fixed on his defiantly, but say nothing. "Now, could you explain why you're here?"

In response, you spit in his face, who takes a few steps back in surprise, a grunt of disgust escaping his lips as he wipes his face with the sleeve of his suit, and you smile proudly.

Then Lehnsherr waves his hand to the blond man, who nods before walking over to you. Without a second thought, the man lands a clean punch to your face, the force of the impact tremendous to the point of making the chair tip over onto its side, causing you to fall helplessly to the floor.

Before you can even assimilate the pain in your body and the metallic taste of blood in your mouth, rough hands lift you up again, putting you in the position you were in a few moments ago.

"I'm gonna kill you." You say in a whisper, blood dripping from your mouth as you do so. "I'm sorry, what did you say?" Erik asks next, and you don't know if it's a genuine question or if he's just teasing you. But you spit out the excessive blood in your mouth and look at him with hate-filled eyes.

"I'm going to get out of here, and I'm going to kill you." You threaten firmly, meaning your every word, and Erik approaches you slowly. When his face is just inches from yours, you notice a small smirk at the corner of his lips.

"Good luck with that." Erik says, and in the next second he is stabbing a pocket knife against your abdomen. The blade pierces your flesh sharply, tearing an agonizing grunt of pain from you. Just as quickly as he shoved the weapon into you, he withdraws it, and you feel your shirt immediately soak through.

"Take care of her injuries," you hear the man say as he walks away, but you are too weak to look, "she has no use if she's dead." After that you hear footsteps becoming more distant as the heavy beats of your heart become stronger in your ears.

And like that you are left alone in that dark and dirty cell. Aching body, aching heart, a suffocating silence around you and no possibility of escape.

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And that's it for today! It's so fun to bring this story back, I really like it. Feel free to share your thoughts and expectations for what's happening next!

Chapter 6

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the last time | ben hargreeves x fem!reader

as ben tries to fix his relationship with Y/N, she makes a decision that will break both of their hearts.

notes: 4/9 of my 100 followers celebration! angsty, that’s pretty much it. very little comfort. part two of the way i loved you

this is the last time i let you in my door; this is the last time, i won't hurt you anymore

The sun shone through Y/N’s blinds as she woke up. When she opened her eyes, she saw Ben’s arm around her waist.

Then she remembered what happened the night before. She slept with Ben after going on the date with Steve. She threw Ben’s arm to the side as she grabbed a shirt from the closet.

Once done, she quickly rushed to the living room and grabbed her phone from her purse. Looking through the texts she saw Steve’s on the very top.

I had a lot of fun last night! Can we do this again sometime? x

Even though she and Steve were not exclusive with one another, she still felt very guilty with what happened with her and Ben last night.

Steve was a perfectly nice guy, the kind that will always take care of Y/N and never break her heart. The kind that sees marriage and children with Y/N and not the type to make her wait for god knows how long.

Ben all ever did was break heart. Always putting his family, other women, heck the even the entire city before.

She knew the decision she had to make and it will not be pretty.

“Babe? You here?”

A voice pulled her from her thoughts and she saw Ben, who was already fully clothed and ready to leave, emerging from her room. She looked up and saw him making his way towards her.

“Ben, you need to leave.”

“What?”

“You need to leave. I don’t want you in my life ever again.”

“Why? Is it because of Steve?” he asked angrily, fists closing on his sides.

“No, Ben! Stop blaming Steve for everything!”

“Then why don’t you want me in your life anymore?”

“All you do is break my heart Ben. All we do is fight. Please, just leave my alone.”

“No. I promise, that was the last time I’ll break your heart, Y/N, babe, please,” Ben replied, trying to grab Y/N’s hands but before he can do so, she turned away from him.

“No, Ben. There shouldn’t be a last time. You should have never broke my heart. Just go please,” she replied, tears starting to flow down her face as she tried to push him towards the door.

“Are you sure? This is what you want?”

“Yes, Ben. Goodbye.”

Ben left her apartment, crest-fallen as he made his way back toward the Sparrow Academy. He made his way towards his bedroom and completely shut everybody out.

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Three years later

Y/N sat on the hotel’s vanity as she admired her reflection on on the mirror. The day she has waiting for has finally came.

Her wedding day.

She was fixing some strays on her hari as she heard a knock on her door.

“Y/N, it’s time,” Sloane said smiling at Y/N.

Y/N stood up as she made her way to the door, where her parents were waiting.

When they got the garden, slow piano music started playing as she and her parents made their way down the aisle.

Y/N looked around the crowd as she saw a familiar pair of eyes looking at her. Eyes that she hasn’t seen since three years ago. Ben looked more harsh as compared before but his eyes still soft when he looked at Y/N.

Y/N briefly smiled him and then looked at the man who was waiting for her at the altar.

Steve smiled with utmost adoration and love as he saw Y/N walking towards him.

As the time passed, Y/N learned to love Steve. Not the same type of love she felt with Ben, but it was enough to say yes to him when he popped the question.

The wedding went on as planned and before they knew, the offficiant finally said the words, “You may kiss the bride.”

Y/N and Steve smiled at each other as they shared their first kiss as a married couple.

When they finally separated, Y/N looked through the crowd that were all clapping and cheering, all celebrating the love Y/N and Steve shared with each other.

She looked at the place where she saw Ben earlier, and she saw that he was gone. Not that it surprised her. The only reason why Ben was there because his siblings were invited to the wedding (except for him), and Sloane made him as her plus one.

This wedding was the nail that completely closed the coffin of Y/N and Ben’s relationship. Though sometimes, she wonders what could have been if she gave Ben that last chance he was asking for.

But at the end of the day, Y/N knows he was right. That time was the last time Ben broke her heart.

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violetsareblue-selfships · 10 months

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Worried

Ship: Urbosa x April | Word Count: 883 | Warnings/Tags: First Person POV, food mention, minor injuries (not described)

A/N: happy anniversary~ so this is really just a fluffy thing about me being worried about Urbosa (hence the title lol) I hope you enjoy it~

"Somehow I knew I'd find you in here."

I gasp softly at the sound of her voice, all fond and amused, and turn around from the cookie dough I was rolling out. "You're back." I mentally roll my eyes at how obvious that is, she wouldn't be standing in front of me if she weren't.

Still, I can't help but feel relieved at the fact that she's here now. Dealing with the Yiga Clan is always risky. At least, she's here in one piece.

Urbosa gifts me with a soft smile. It's like she can tell how worried I was before. "Yes. They won't be bothering us for a while." She says with a soft laugh.

My heart flutters at that, even as I scan her appearance. She looks a little more roughed up than usual, but that's not surprising if she came here immediately following her mission. She looks fine otherwise.

Then why do I have the feeling that something's wrong?

Urbosa raises an eyebrow at me and I smile at her, trying to cover up my uneasy feeling. I return to my task of rolling out the dough to cut cookies from, but even this task isn't enough to distract me from glancing at her occasionally.

She comes over and sits down to watch me as I work, and I shake off the idea that she's hurt long enough to get the cookies baking.

Left without anything to distract me, I'm unable to focus on anything but the idea that she's hurt and just not telling me about it. Sure, if it were bad enough, she wouldn't even be here with me right now -- she'd be at the healers. But still…

"April, I'm fine." Urbosa says softly. I walk over to her, smiling when she sets her hands on my sides and pulls me close. "Seriously, it's just a few bruises and minor scrapes. I'm fine."

"Okay." I say, nodding as I allow her words to soothe me. "Do you want me to find you a health potion anyway?" I ask quietly.

Urbosa laughs softly but not harshly. "Will it comfort you for me to take one?" She asks and I blush as she directs it over to me. That proves that she doesn't really need it, but maybe it would get rid of this anxiety I'm feeling. I nod and she smiles softly, cupping my face and rubbing her thumb over my cheek.

"Then yes. I'd like you to get me one - a low strength one." She says and I nod, checking on the cookies briefly before quickly leaving the room. It's not hard to obtain the low-grade health potion and I'm back before the cookies are even done baking.

"Here." I pass it over to her. She takes it without a word and uncaps it, drinking it in one go.

Urbosa takes a deep breath with her eyes shut and sighs softly as the potion takes effect. "Hmm. Maybe one of those bruises was worse than I thought. It feels better now that it's gone." She muses, opening her eyes and looking at me. "Thank you, darling."

I nod, a soft smile on my face as the last of my worry fades with that. I check on the cookies again and set them aside to cool when I find that they're ready.

My stomach swoops when the floor disappears from under my feet, the sensation making me giggle as she sets me on the counter. "It really is sweet how worried you were for me." Urbosa whispers, wrapping her arms around me and stepping up close to me.

My face heats up and I duck my head down, feeling flustered from the soft way her emerald eyes are looking at me. "I-- You'd do the same for me." I protest. It's merely my job as her girlfriend to worry about her.

Urbosa laughs softly and turns my face up to look at her. "While that may be true, I want you to know that I appreciate it." She starts rubbing her thumb over my cheek again and my heart skips a beat.

"I love you, Urbosa." I say softly and she smiles at me, leaning down to where she can press our foreheads together.

"I love you too, my dear." The words are whispered up against my lips and I shiver as she kisses me at the end of the sentence. My arms loop around her neck and hold her close to me as all thoughts flee from my head. How can I think when this beautiful goddess wants to kiss me?

A soft whine leaves my mouth when she pulls away and she chuckles softly, kissing the tip of my nose softly. "I know, love. Why don't we take some of those cookies back to my room? I could read to you."

It takes me a second to reboot my brain enough to have words again. "That sounds lovely. I'll agree if you promise more kisses."

Urbosa full-on laughs at that and I nearly miss her words with how elated that makes me feel. "Of course, my love. I thought that was obvious."

I giggle softly and nod, smiling as she helps me off the counter to go do just that. I love her so much.

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"Attention Ladies of Eros Bay, as your mayor, I've decided to announce a contest for all residents of Eros Bay and associated areas. Fuck your way to the top, and last woman standing gets to be known as the Top Slut of Eros Bay and to serve in my office, in every way you can imagine and more." Rick announced, "All Parcers will be serving as referees to make sure no one goes too far with anything, with any major harm resulting in disqualification. Beyond that, the only rules are fuck until you either can't anymore, or can make your partner submit, and before anyone gets the idea of going straight for me, keep in mind that while I'll gladly fuck whoever comes my way, it just leaves you open to anyone else who may get a similar idea, so be prepared to defend your spot if you try too early. Now, may the contest begin!"

Immediately, all throughout the city, people were fucking each other. Many, many women eager to prove themselves worthy of being the Top Slut.

But in the mayor's office, the former mayor was on her knees, lips wrapped around Rick's cock as she sucked on it, as he sat at his desk. That was what she did these days, in her new position at the office of being the new mayor's pet.

"Such a great idea. I suppose this is how we're picking my Mommy to go with my Daddy?" Casey asked as she briefly pulled off of his cock, "I wonder how long I'll have you all to myself, though..."

"Not very long, I'm afraid," the young-looking woman spoke as she just sort of...materialized in the middle of the room, "We've been watching, Mr. Mayor. And, well...maybe it's about time we had a representative in the mayor's office. Top Slut will work..." Flora walked towards them, "You might think we're playing our hand a bit too early, but, well, a mortal woman probably won't be able to take charge when I can do this..." As she got close enough, she pressed a finger to Casey's forehead, and Casey immediately moaned out loudly as a powerful orgasm washed over her, seeing stars as the pleasure overwhelmed her. While she was doing that, Flora's clothes disappeared and she climbed onto his lap and sank her pussy down onto his cock, moaning out as she started to ride him.

"Us witches aren't going to try to stop you or anything...but we do need to make sure you respect us..." Flora moaned, his cock felt so good in her, "We know you turned the personification of the city into your slut, after all..." Flora knew why she was sent here first, though. Her mother didn't expect Flora to actually win this little competition, she was far too submissive for that, but she wasn't going to turn down the job of getting to feel the new mayor's cock buried in her...

#headofrdi #Casey OC asks #Flora OC asks

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Top Gun - Baby Mav Chapter 19: All Comes Down To This

Masterlist

"Your target is a clear and present threat. A secret uranium enrichment site under rogue state control. It's an underground bunker, tucked between these two mountains," Admiral Bates explained. "Your route of ingress is heavily defended by surface-to-surface missiles backed up by fifth-generation fighters. Once your F-18 strike team crosses the border, Tomahawk missiles from the USS Leyte Gulf will launch a synchronized strike on the enemy's airfield here. This will knock out their runway. But you'll have to contend with any planes already in the air. The moment those Tomahawks hit, the enemy will know you're coming. Your time to target will be two minutes and 30 seconds. Any longer than that, and you will be exposed to any aircraft the Tomahawks may have missed."

"This is what you've all been training for," Admiral Simpson took over. "Come home safely."

Maddlyn listened to this speech, her heart sinking when it sounded way too familiar. Ever since Maverick announced who was going on the mission, she hasn't been able to stop thinking about the risks. She looked down at her hands, avoiding eye contact as the trainees went to get their planes ready.

Hondo walked over and knelt in front of her. He used his finger to gently lift her chin. "They're going to be okay."

"I can't do this, Uncle Hondo," she said, her voice breaking. "I can't lose them. Either one of them."

"They are going to make it home," he tried to reassure her. "Maverick will do everything he can to bring Rooster home."

"But who's going to look after him?"

Hondo leaned up and kissed her forehead. "Come with me to the Control Room," he whispered.

"They won't let me in there."

"They aren't going to turn you away, kiddo. I'll get you in there."

While Hondo and Maddlyn were talking, Rooster and Maverick were having their own conversation. Rooster was walking to his plane when he came face-to-face with Hangman. They stared at each other for a few minutes before Hangman spoke up.

"You give 'em hell!" He yelled over the sounds of the planes.

Rooster started to walk toward his plane but stopped when he saw Maverick.

"Sir," he said as he walked over to him. "I. . . I just want to say. . ."

Rooster was interrupted by a loud announcement over the intercom. Maverick smiled at him when it ended.

"We'll talk," Maverick said, "when we get back."

Rooster started to walk away, but Maverick stopped him. "Hey, Bradley! Bradley!" When Rooster turned around, Maverick briefly forgot what he was gonna say. "You got this."

Maverick watched as Rooster got into this plane.

"Maverick," Hondo said, making him turn him around.

"How's Maddlyn? Did you get her into the control room?"

"I did," he nodded. "You sure you want her in there?"

"I need her to be with someone to take care of her in case. . . She shouldn't be alone."

"She won't be." Hondo stopped when he saw the look on Maverick's face. He sighed. "I don't like that look, Mav."

"It's the only one I got," Maverick shrugged. They shared a knowing look as Hondo patted him on the shoulder. "Thank you. If I don't see you again, Hondo, thank you."

"It's been an honor, Captain."

"Take care of my daughter."

"You know I will."

* * * * *

As Maddlyn made her way to the control room, she passed Hangman.

"Maddlyn," he called after her. She stopped and turned around. Before he could continue, she spoke up.

"Look," she said, clearing her throat to get rid of the lump in her throat, "I don't want to do this right now. I'm trying to find one ounce of hope to distract myself from the fact that in a few hours, I could lose my father and my best friend. So I'm really not in the mood."

"I just wanted to say," he said quickly so she wouldn't leave, "if I get the chance to help, I'll do it. Even if the Admirals order me not to, I'll take off and go. No matter what."

"You don't need to do that," Maddlyn sighed.

"Yes, I do," he insisted. "If I can make sure they get home, I'll do it."

Before she could say anything else, Hangman turned on his heels and went to his plane. After following him with her eyes, Maddlyn's eyes landed on Rooster. He instantly jogged over and knelt down in front of her.

"Is everything okay? What did Hangman want? Did he say anything to you? I swear, if he did. . ."

"He promised to ignore orders to make sure you and Mav came home to me," she cut him off.

"Oh," he said under his breath. He cleared his throat as he grabbed her hands. "Listen, your dad and I will be fine."

"Rooster!"

The two looked over to see someone calling Rooster over there. "Be there in a minute," he called back.

He looked over and sent her a small smile. He leaned in and delicately pressed his lips to hers. Maddlyn grabbed his face, deepening the kiss. When they broke apart, they leaned their foreheads against each other.

"Promise me you'll be careful," she whispered.

"I promise."

Maddlyn was barely able to hold back her tears as Rooster kissed her on the forehead and walked over to his plane. She took a shaky breath as she turned and rolled her wheelchair to the control room. When she entered, everyone froze.

"Luitentent Phillips. . ." Admiral Simpson started but didn't continue.

"Maddlyn, are you sure you want to be in here?" Admiral Bates asked. "You know this isn't going to be easy to hear."

"I know," Maddlyn said with little to no emotion. "But he listened to my last flight."

She tried to joke but it added to the tension in the room. Admiral Bates was about to insist she go home, but Admiral Simpson spoke up.

"There's no problem with you being here," he reassured. "But, promise me, that if you get uncomfortable or if this gets too much, you'll leave."

"I promise," she said softly. Admiral Bates squeezed her shoulder before returning to his station. She looked up at Admiral Simpson and waited for him to kick her out. He cleared his throat and walked back to his station.

"Come on, kiddo," Hondo said grabbing her wheelchair. Without saying anything else, he wheeled her over to his station. She started nervously playing with her hands as the planes got into position.

"Dagger One, up and ready on Catapult One."

Maddlyn's breath got caught in her throat when she heard her father. Hondo instantly grabbed her hand.

"Dagger Spare standing by," Hangman listed off.

"Dagger Four, up and ready," Fanboy said.

"Dagger Three, up and ready," Phoenix added.

"Dagger Two, up and ready."

Hondo squeezed her hand as Rooster counted off.

"Support assets airborne," someone in the control room said. Maddlyn couldn't focus on the people in the room. All she could do was stare at the blips on the screen.

"Strike package ready. Standing by for launch decision."

"Send them," Admiral Simpson nodded.

"It's going to be okay," Hondo whispered so only Maddlyn could hear.

"I just want them to come home."

"They will," he tried to reassure her, but even he wasn't sure.

"Dagger One away." Maddlyn felt like she couldn't breathe as the planes took off one by one.

"Dagger Two away."

"Dagger Three away."

"Dagger Four away."

"Comanche, Dagger One," my dad listed off. "Standby check-in."

"Comanche 11, set. Picture clean. Recommend Dagger continue."

"Copy," Maverick responded. "Daggers descending below radar."

Maddlyn began nervously chewing on her bottom lip as their planes lowered. Her heart jumped when the beeping used to track them stopped.

"Daggers now below radar. Switching to E-2 picture."

"Here we go," Maverick said. "Enemy territory up ahead."

"Please, be careful," Maddlyn begged.

"Feet dry in 60 seconds. Comanche, Dagger One. Picture."

"Comanche. Picture clean. Decision is yours."

"Copy," Maverick responded. He glanced over his shoulder at Rooster's plane. He turned his focus back to their target. "Dagger attack."

The tension in the room thickened as the boat in their fleet sent off the missiles.

"No turning back now," Admiral Bates sighed.

"Daggers, assume attack formation," Maverick instructed.

"Why did they do this to me?" Maddlyn asked under her breath.

"Daggers set. Proceeding to target."

"Do what?" Hondo asked.

"Make him team leader," she clarified. "You and I both know him, Hondo. He is going to do whatever it takes to protect them."

Hondo started to tell her he'd be fine but she added, "Even if that means he won't make it."

"Two minutes and 30 seconds in three, two, one, mark," Maverick counted off.

"Two mark."

"Three mark."

"Four mark."

Hondo started his own watch before glancing at Maddlyn. "Going in," Maverick said.

Maddlyn felt like she was going to pass out as the planes moved closer to the target.

"First SAM site overhead," Maverick noted.

"Looks like we're clear on radar, Mav," Phoenix said.

"Let's not take it for granted," Maverick said.

"More SAMs! Three o'clock high!"

"We got two minutes to target."

"Copy," Payback said. "We're a few seconds behind, Rooster. We got to move."

"Thirty seconds to Tomahawk impact on enemy airstrip," a comms officer noted.

"Dagger, Comanche. We're picking up two bandits. Single group, two contacts."

"Where the hell'd they come from?" Admiral Simpson asked.

"Long-range patrol?" Admiral Bates asked.

"Comanche, what's their heading?" Phoenix asked.

"Bull's-eye 090, 50, tacked southwest."

"They're headed away from us," Rooster said. "They don't know we're here. The second those Tomahawks hit the air base, those bandits are gonna move to defend the target."

"We have to get there before they do," Maverick said. "Increase speed."

"We got you, Mav," Phoenix said. "Don't wait for me."

Maddlyn watched as Maverick and Phoenix picked up speed. Her stomach sank when Rooster didn't. Maddlyn sat up straighter.

"Oh no," she whispered.

"What?" Hondo asked.

"Sir, Daggers Two and Four are behind schedule. Time to target, one minute 20."

"Tomahawk impact in three, two. . . Impact. Enemy runway is destroyed."

"They know we're coming now," Admiral Simpson sighed.

"Bandits are switching course to defend the target."

"Rooster, where are you?" Maverick asked.

"Come on, Rooster," Payback pushed. "Bandits inbound. We got to make up time now. Let's turn and burn."

"Heads up, Phoenix," Maverick sighed. Phoenix copied his moves and maneuvered under the bridge.

"Sir, bandits are two minutes from target. Daggers are one minute from target."

"Come on, Rooster," Hondo mumbled. "Move it or lose it."

"He's getting nervous," Maddlyn said under her breath.

"Guys, we're falling behind," Fanboy spoke up. "We really gotta move."

"If we don't increase our speed right now," Payback added, "those bandits are gonna be waiting for us when we reach the target."

"Talk to me, Dad."

Maddlyn's heart jumped into her throat and she had tears building up. Hondo tightened his grip on hers.

"It's okay," she whispered. "You can do this, Bradley."

"Come on, kid, you can do it," Maverick said. "Don't think, just do."

Maddlyn laughed when Payback chuckled. "Geez, Rooster, not that fast!"

"That's it, kid, that's it," Maverick smirked. "All right, let's go."

"Damn, Rooster, take it easy," Fanboy said.

"Please, take it easy," Maddlyn sighed.

"Sir, Dagger Two is re-engaging."

"All right," Admiral Simpson said, "now hit your target and come home."

"Thirty seconds to target," Maverick said. "Bob, check your laser."

"Air-to-ground check complete," Bob said. "Laser code verified, 1688. Laser is a go!"

"Phoenix, stand by for pop-up strike," Maverick said.

"Dagger Three in position. Popping in three, two, one."

"Get me eyes on that target, Bob."

"Stand by, Mav."

"Come on, Bob, come on."

"Stand by." Everyone in the command center held their breath as Bob set the laser.

"I've got it. Captured!"

"Target acquired. Bombs away."

The second Maverick dropped the bombs, their planes went up. Maddlyn struggled as she heard the three gasping for breath.

"We've got impact!" Bob said. "Check, direct hit! Direct hit!"

"That's miracle number one," Admiral Bates said as he glanced at Maddlyn. This time, she glanced back at him.

"Dagger Two, status." Maverick requested.

"Almost there, Mav. Almost there. Fanboy, where's my laser?"

"Rooster, there's something wrong with this laser! Shit! Deadeye, deadeye, deadeye!"

Maddlyn's hands began to shake as the PTSD crept up. Hondo tightened his grip.

"It's okay," he whispered.

"But. . ."

"Come on, guys, we're running out of time," Rooster said. "Get it online!"

"I'm trying!"

"Come on, Fanboy!"

"Nearly there! Nearly there!"

"Come on, Fanboy, get it online."

"There's not time," Rooster said. "I'm dropping blind."

"Rooster, I got this!"

"No time. Pull up."

"Wait!"

"Bombs away! Bombs away!"

The control room erupted as Rooster's bombs went off.

"Miracle number two," Admiral Bates sighed.

"Now they're in Coffin Corner," Admiral Simpson added.

"Please," Maddlyn begged.

"We're not out of this yet," Maverick said. "Here it comes."

The cheering went away when the planes set off the enemy defense missiles.

"Radar warning!" Maverick yelled. "Smoke in the air. Phoenix, break right."

"Emergency jettison," Phoenix gasped. "Dagger Three defending."

"Here comes another one!" Bob yelled.

"Dagger One defending," Maverick responded instantly. After his shot took down several missiles, he needed to check on the other team. "Rooster, status."

"Smoke in the air! Smoke in the air!" Rooster yelled.

"Break right, Payback!"

"Breaking right."

"SAM on your six, Rooster!"

"Deploying countermeasures," Rooster said automatically. "Negative contact."

"Dagger One defending," Maverick said.

"Talk to me, Bob."

"Break right, Phoenix! Break right! Mav! Nine o'clock! Nine o'clock!"

"Rooster, two more on your six."

"Dagger Two defending."

"Payback, SAM on your nose."

"Dagger Four defending."

"Rooster, tally, seven o'clock!"

"Talk to me, Bob!"

"On our six!"

"Dagger Two defending."

"I can't do this," Maddlyn gasped.

"Maddy. . ."

"I can't lose them."

"Then let's go," Hondo said urgently. "You shouldn't have to hear this."

"My dad heard my accident," she said shakily. "It's only fair."

"There's a big difference, kiddo."

"What?"

"They're not alone," Hondo said softly. "You were. Your team abandoned you, but Mav and Bradley have their team. It's going to be fine."

"Dagger Two defending," Rooster said. "Shit, I'm out of flares!"

"Rooster, evade, evade!" Maverick yelled.

"I can't shake 'em! They're on me! They're on me!"

Maverick moved so he was above Rooster. He set off his flares, blocking Rooster from the SAMs. Maddlyn reached up and covered her mouth to stop the scream that almost escaped when Maverick was hit.

"Mav! No!"

"Dagger One is hit!" Phoenix yelled. "I repeat, Dagger One is hit. Maverick is down."

Everyone in the control room looked at Maddlyn.

"Dagger One, status," Rooster tried to request. "Status! Dagger One, come in!"

"I didn't see a parachute," Payback said.

"We have to circle back," Rooster demanded.

"Comanche. Bandits inbound. Single group, hot. Recommend Dagger flow south. One minute to intercept."

Admiral Simpson debated. He knew what he needed them to do, but he couldn't request this in front of Maddlyn. She looked over at him and nodded.

"Get em' back to the carrier now," Admiral Simpson instructed.

"All Daggers flow to ECP. You have bandits headed for you."

"What about Maverick?" Rooster asked.

"Tell him there's nothing he can do for Maverick, not in a damn F-18," Admiral Simpson commanded.

"Dagger Spare request permission to launch and fly air cover," Hangman's voice came through the radio.

Admiral Simpson sighed as he shook his head. "Negative, Spare," the comms officer noted.

"Launch search and rescue," Admiral Bates commanded.

"Negative," Admiral Simpson said quickly. "Not with bandits in the air."

"But, sir, Maverick is still out there," Hondo said as he glanced at Maddlyn.

"We are not losing anyone else today," Admiral Simpson snapped. "Get them home, now."

"Dagger, you are not to engage. Repeat, do not engage. Dagger Two, return to carrier. Acknowledge."

They were greeted with nothing but silence.

"Acknowledge," they tried again.

"Rooster, those bandits are closing," Phoenix sighed. "We can't go back."

"Rooster, he's gone," Bob said quietly. "Maverick's gone."

"Give me your radio."

"Maddlyn. . ."

"Now, please."

Hondo sighed before handing it to her. She took a shaky breath before turning it on.

"Rooster?"

"Mads!" Rooster gasped. "I'll go back. I'll find him."

"No," she cut him off.

"But I can bring him home."

"Rooster. . ."

"Just because we didn't see the parachute, doesn't mean he didn't escape."

"Bradley," she cut him off again. This time, he didn't respond. "Please. Come home."

"But Mads. . ."

"I can't lose you too," she said, her voice breaking. She put the radio on the desk and turned toward Admiral Simpson.

"Get them home. Now."

"We will, Lieutenant."

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casspurrjoybell-27 · 8 months

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Claimed by the Beast - Chapter 11a

*Warning Adult Content*

Good Boy - Part 1

- Everett -

Everett is surprised by how quickly The Fallen Angels accept him and treat him like one of their own.

The members acknowledge him in passing around the clubhouse and the women who hang around every day no longer stare at him like he's competition to be taken out.

He's even grown bold enough to go places without Knox cosplaying as his shadow.

The man's overprotectiveness has no limits, however, so Everett is never truly alone.

"How long does he plan on making you follow me around?" Everett sighs dramatically as he and Finn enter the kitchen. "I've been here for a week. I finally know my way around this big ass place, so I don't need another babysitter. I'm not going to run off." "Asking too many questions never ends well for my face, kid. I do as I'm told and that's that."

Finn chuckles, taking a seat at the large table.

He pulls out his cell phone and begins texting at ninety miles per minute, half of a smile on his face.

"There are a million other places I'd rather be right now. The first place is in bed underneath my girl. So, yeah, I'm just as fucking miserable as you currently are."

"This feels like the part where I'm meant to apologize for inconveniencing you but I won't."

Everett rolls his eyes and then pours himself a glass of orange juice, opting to stand rather than sit at the table with Finn.

"I never asked for any of this by the way. And if I could've chosen someone else to follow me around like a lost puppy, I would have."

"You're such a feisty little runt." Finn smirks, briefly glancing up from his phone. "Does Knox allow you to talk to him like this, or is it all an act to appear tough?"

Everett scoffs, then laughs.

"Allow? Fuck off with that shit. This is how I talk to everyone. I don't have the energy to pretend to be someone I'm not." "Whatever. I'm surprised he hasn't fucked the brat out of you yet," Finn mumbles under his breath, redirecting his attention back to his cell-phone.

Everett's cheeks heat at the comment he wasn't supposed to hear.

It's no lie that Knox affects Everett in ways no other man has before.

A constant battle occurs when they're next to each other, sometimes all it takes is the simple locking of their eyes.

The more they push each other's buttons, the faster Everett's feelings evolve toward Knox, a self-proclaimed killer.

Every single day, Everett struggles internally.

He's no longer certain whether to leave his guard up or lower it completely when in Knox's presence.

Once this war ends with The Jackals, walking away from Knox may not be as easy as Everett had once thought.

"This is boring. Can we go to the..." Everett starts.

"Absolutely the fuck not," Finn interjects. "You aren't to leave the property unless you're with Knox."

"Great. I'm basically a fucking prisoner now," Everett mutters. "Is this what you do all day? You sit around and wait for people to give you some shitty assignment to carry out?" he speaks louder, glaring at Finn.

He's not really interested in getting to know the guy but this beats sitting alone in his room while he waits for Knox to return from his workout.

"As I said before, I do what I'm told without asking questions," Finn replies, dryly.

"Whatever the Pres needs from me, I do it. Could range from keeping an eye out on his girl when she's away from the clubhouse to helping dispose of a body..." Finn pauses to laugh at the horrified expression on Everett's face.

"I wear many titles around here."

"I shouldn't have asked," Everett grumbles.

"Now the image of you doing that will be stuck in my head for the rest of the day."

"Don't try to act all grossed out now," Finn remarks.

"All the fucked up shit I've done is kid's play compared to someone like Knox and you sleep next to him every night. Surely he's told you his story by now."

"Yeah, actually. We stayed up late last night watching movies and talking and he told me everything," Everett says.

"What about you? How'd you end up joining a motorcycle club?"

Finn places his phone down, making eye contact with Everett while leaning back in his seat.

"Take a wild guess."

"I don't know. You kind of look like the type who does crazy shit whenever you get bored," Everett says.

He grabs a bag of chips from the cabinet and then takes a seat at the table, studying Finn.

"Are you the type or not?"

"I am."

Finn smiles but it only lasts a second.

"That isn't why I wanted to become one of The Fallen Angels, though. Not sure what all Knox has told you about me but I'd be dead if it wasn't for him."

"How did he help you?" Everett asks, genuinely curious.

"He didn't help me. He saved me," Finn corrects. "My parents weren't ready to be parents when they had me, so I entered the system at a very young age. I wasn't cute and cuddly like some of the other kids, I was rough around the edges and had a shitty attitude. By the time I turned sixteen, I knew that was the end of the road for me. No one was going to adopt me. So, I ran away with my best friend. We lived on the streets for years after that."

"Doing what?" Everett asks.

"Anything we wanted," Finn says.

Fully engrossed in the story, Everett takes a sip of his drink before munching on his chips.

"How did you guys, um... you know, make a living?"

"We made money slinging dope for a local dealer," Finn answers.

"This went on for a couple of months, then one day, my friend suggested we try the shit. One thing led to another and we ended up getting hooked on the product we were meant to sell. Fucking drugs almost killed my ass."

"But Knox found you in time?" Everett suggests, putting the picture together.

"Yeah." Finn nods.

"Apparently, the territory my friend and I had been selling in belonged to The Fallen Angels. After they took out my boss' supplier, they took out my boss and then came after us dealers. By that time, I was using more than I was selling. The day The Fallen Angels ran into our trap house was the same day my friend had overdosed and died. I was out of my fucking mind with grief. I begged The Fallen Angels to shoot me dead. But they didn't. Knox, for whatever reason, convinced Pres to give me and a few others a second chance, those of us who weren't too far gone, stop selling and get clean or get the fuck out of town and never come back."

"I'm guessing you chose the former," Everett says.

Finn nods again.

"They wouldn't kill me and I had nowhere else to go, so getting clean was my only option. Knox was ordered to drive us all to a nearby rehab. The Fallen Angels paid for everything."

"Damn," Everett said, looking visibly shocked.

"That was mighty nice of them."

"It was." Finn laughs.

"After I completed the program, I immediately sought them out. No one had ever cared for me like that before and I wanted to be part of their group because of it. I wanted to be part of their family. So, I started out as a hang around at the clubhouse. Knox took me under his wing because he saw something in me, then I later moved up to a prospect and eventually, I became a patched member. The rest is history."

"That's one hell of a story," Everett says.

"But I'm glad you got clean and I'm sorry about what happened with your friend."

"I'm sorry about dragging you into this war with The Jackals," Finn replies.

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A Warrior and Elf Walk into a Bar

Author's Note: This will be a 3-4 part story that will be worked on every so often. This part in particular won't have any tickling cause this sets up the world a little bit. Despite this, I hope you enjoy! <3

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The Tavern: the perfect place to celebrate milestones, gather new party members, or in this case, plan out battle strategies. Damian, an “amateur warrior”, was sitting at a booth lost in his own thoughts as he strategized how he could fight all the different creatures that these rich nobles are dying to be quelled but always fell short by one wrong play or one key attack that couldn't be made anywhere else.

"If only I had someone else to help me out, but those other warriors are too damn self-absorbed, they would never listen to my calls. What about sneaky bandits? They can follow an order if they are paid enough… no, that wouldn’t work: too costly and untrustworthy. Well that leaves us with mages: Stuck up high elves with a damn superiority complex. They’d never dare be humiliated by someone like me. *Sigh* Look at me... what the fuck am I even saying! I HAVE to be the problem here if everyone isn't compatible with me." He slams his fist into the table in frustration which went completely unnoticed with the tavern’s commotion going on.

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The air was brisk and sent chills through a mysterious figure, cloaked in a hood and robe as they further wrapped themselves trying to find somewhere to stay the night. All hope feels kind of lost as lines of houses loomed in darkness for as far as the eye can see err… can’t see. Minutes feel like hours as this figure looks up to the sky, gazing at the stars that are brimming with light, and before they know it, they have stumbled upon the riotous tavern.

"Maybe someone can help me here..." They thought to themselves as they walked into the tavern. The change from a chilly, tranquil environment to a warm and raucous one was almost overwhelming but they didn't want to go back outside in that cold so there's no turning back. They struggle to navigate themselves through the seas of people. As they approached the bar, the bartender caught their eye and catered to them like everyone else.

"What can I get for ya?"

"Just water, please." The bartender briefly looked at them questionably for a moment before shaking it off and walking to the dispenser. Upon his return, the bartender handed over the water.

"Okay... Here ya go." They grabbed the tankard as they took out their coin purse and handed over what few coins they had left. A brief sigh of hopelessness was let out before exploring the rest of the tavern. It seemed filled with only rowdy and rambunctious drunkards at first glance, but upon further inspection, they spotted Damian alone contemplating. He gave off this odd kind of aura that they couldn’t quite put their finger on. After a deep breath, they gathered the courage to walk up to him.

"U-uhm, E-Excuse me" Their voice came out weakly, hesitant, and quite... feminine. He didn't notice them at first and instead was just zoning out. After a few moments, they tried again by tapping on his shoulder, startling him.

"Ah!" He jumped a little as he was brought back to reality, causing the hooded individual to jump back in response.

"Oh, sorry about that. Just wasn't expecting someone. I'm Damian, who're you?" He put on a slightly embarrassed smile, extending his hand out to them.

Before they said anything, they grabbed their hood revealing a rather interesting sight: a rather charming, female elf. Her skin was very pale, almost like snow with long, silver hair that shines warmly from the light of the room with small and pointy ears peeking through. She had very soft facial features which complemented her small figure, but what really caught his attention were her eyes: a color similar to that of a vibrant cyan.

"I-I'm Silavetta... May I join you?"

"Sure thing." With that, she sat down across from him, unsure of how to present her issue to him. So instead, she just studies what he is doing. It appears to be a piece of paper that has a list of what she could only assume were bounties as well as a bunch of basic symbols in some strange configurations.

“So uh… Silave-”

“S-Silvie!...You can call me Silvie.” A sudden outburst was quite a surprise from what he saw just moments ago.

“O–kay then Silvie, what brings you here to this tavern? You don’t seem to be the drinking type considering your… water haha.” He chuckled as he could see her face start to redden as she averted her gaze from him. There is so much information that her brain was processing: his perception, her unattentiveness, his… aura, and how to ask to join him… at least for a little while… and hopefully nothing… tragic… happens.

“Um… that’s what I was gonna talk to you about. You see… I was kinda wondering if I… could… join…you…” She tried to keep going, but doubt followed every word that came out. She could only see his eyes closed in thought until she looked away again. Strange aura or not, I think this was a mistake.

Now it was Damian’s turn to think: The perfect opportunity presenting itself right in front of him.

“Well, luckily for you… I am looking for a companion as a matter of fact, but I was starting to think that I’ve run out of luck…”

“W-Well you see… I find myself as an average archer…and… I’ve dabbled with a little bit of healing magic.” She looked away as she spoke, seemingly not very confident in herself.

“Well then… I’m not very sure if you will help me in my travels judging by your own self assessment. However, that only means you’ll have to prove yourself tomorrow morning then.”

“R-Really!? Thank you so so much Damian!” She perked her head, absolutely ecstatic.

“Don’t worry about it, shall we go then?”

“Go? Go where?”

“Back to my residence of course! I’ve got a spare bedroom that you could use for the night!”

“R-Really!? I would’ve thought you’d be staying in one of the bedrooms here?”

“That’s… shall we say not my thing. If you haven’t noticed already, some of the other patrons of this place like to live loud which has persisted till mornings on many occasions.” A weak look of pain was strewn across his face.

“O-Oh, I see…” Her face started to flush upon realizing her statement.

“Anyways, let’s head out then, shall we?”

“O-Okay then!” Damian rolls up his paper while Silvie puts her cloak back on and braces for the cold.

The second he opened the door, a chilling brisk of air bit their skin.

“Brrr… It sure is cold out here.”

“This has actually been the warmest it’s been recently.”

“Really!? I think I’d freeze if it were colder.”

“Well don’t worry, it won’t take long to get back to my place. Speaking of which, follow me.” He takes a turn right into an alley behind the tavern. Hesitantly, she follows behind him.

Why is he bringing me here? This can’t be good.

She looks down the alley to find Damian staring straight at a blank wall.

Now I’m having second thoughts on this guy…

Her negative thoughts were quickly brushed away as he waved at the wall and a source of bright, white light manifested itself, creating a portal.

“W-Wait! You know magic!?”

“Me? Well, not really… it’s just a basic waypoint spell. Something that you learn in the ar- I mean… pick it up after traveling long enough. I’ve traveled around… half of the continent by now. It’s hard to tell, but to be honest, it’s a big place.” She still felt a little skeptical about the whole situation, and his words didn’t instill any confidence either.

Regardless, Damian started to walk through the portal and shortly followed Silvie walking behind him. Soon after the portal closed and they left without a trace.

#non tickles #yet #part one #elf girl #fantasy #conversation-heavy

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midgardianweasley · 3 years

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hiii i love your fics so much omg! anyway, i have a request that i've been daydreaming about that haha: nat and r get into a really big fight about smth (anything but cheating pls my heart won't be able to take that) and r kind of shuts down, and wanda & carol become super protective of her and follow her everywhere making sure she's ok. (and they're also glaring at nat any chance they get) but then nat comes into r's room one night and apologizes and they make up and snuggle and its soft hours

thank you so much! and of course lovely! here you go<33

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Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Summary: Natasha has been missing date nights, leaving Y/N embarrassed for the final time. When confronted, an argument unfolds, but can they come back from it?

Word Count: 4.6k

Warnings: some swearing, some self-neglect

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“Another drink, miss?” The waiter in a smart, black tux asked you for the second time this evening, a part of you felt that it was out of pity as you sat alone at a table for two, and had been for the last two hours.

You were supposed to be meeting your girlfriend tonight for date night, you got all dressed up, makeup applied and hair styled perfectly, which had taken forever, only to be stood up. You wouldn’t have overly minded if this was a first occurrence, you would’ve brushed it off and rescheduled for another night. Which is what you had done, two missed date nights ago.

This was your third night of sitting alone in a crowded, candlelit restaurant as couples around you glanced over with a sympathetic gaze, which had only made you feel worse. Your girlfriend should be here. ‘Natasha should be here’, you thought. You looked up at the kind waiter, giving him a gentle smile before shaking your head.

“No, thank you. I think I'm calling it a night.” You spoke as you hurried to gather your things and get out of there as soon as possible, trying to hold back tears that you refused to let fall, not in front of all of these strangers. You hated this. You hated feeling so exposed. So vulnerable. You couldn’t help but feel anger bubble inside of you, thoughts of Natasha being the only thing currently plaguing your mind, most along the lines of; ‘What was her excuse this time?’ ‘Who is she with instead?’, but, there was one in particular that you couldn’t help but focus on.

‘She promised.’

You hadn’t realised you were crying until you were in the taxi, catching a glimpse of yourself in the rearview mirror when the driver had adjusted it slightly to see the cars behind you, in the process, you’d also caught her eyebrows raise in concern and it wasn’t long before she started conversation.

“You okay back there?”

You laughed somewhat bitterly, but it wasn’t towards her. “Nothing I can't handle.”

Your response didn’t seem to settle her worry as she turned quickly and shot you a sad smile before returning her eyes to the road.

“Boy troubles?”

“Girl.” You rubbed your face, trying to rid yourself of any tear stains that may be lingering and messing up your once really pretty makeup. Not that it really mattered at this point.

“Ah, been there.” She held up her left hand, showing you the shimmering diamond on her finger. “The wife and I have had our fair share of arguments and fallouts, some of them included a situation like this one.”

“Crying in the backseat of a taxi?”

“Crying in the backseat of a taxi.” She laughed lightly, making you smile for the first time tonight.

“It had always worked out though, we’ve never been stronger.”

“Congratulations.” You looked towards the woman “I hope I could be so lucky.” You mumbled, though still loud enough for her to hear. You were mad at Natasha, more disappointed really, but you still loved her, dangerously so. She could stand you up for another 50 dates, and you’d still be head over heels. Angry, but your love would never falter.

“I’m sure you will be. If there’s one thing I've learned over the years, it’s that things have a way of falling into place eventually.”

Pondering her words, you looked out of the car window and noticed that you were pulling up to Stark Tower. It wasn’t long before the car came to a complete stop, the woman turning round to you and beginning to speak again.

“You’ll be okay. It’s obvious you love her, okay? Speak to her. I’m sure it’ll be alright.” She looked at you with nothing but kindness in her eyes, which you did your best to return with a smile. You reached into your purse, handing her the money owed, plus a tip.

“Thank you for the help.”

“Don’t worry about it, go get her.” She winked as you got out of the car and watched her drive away, quickly taking yourself inside to avoid freezing to death as the cold wind blew harshly. Kicking your heels off, you set off with one task at hand. Talk to Nat.

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“Hey, have any of you guys seen Nat?” You addressed some members of the team who were hanging out in the Kitchen, fixing themselves a snack or just conversing with one another. The second they looked up and took in their appearance, you could’ve sworn their faces paled and saddened slightly as if they knew what had happened.

“I think I saw her head off to train a while ago, but I'm not sure if she’s still there.” Carol replied, her face morphing into one of seriousness. She knew about the missed dates, having found you one night looking completely defeated in one of your nicest dresses and heels. She, alongside Wanda, who had found you both later that night, had spent their night comforting you and reassuring you that she probably hadn’t meant it. They didn’t know what to do, they’d never seen you look so sad before, no matter how much you told them it was okay, the pang in their chest for their best friend hadn’t ceased.

You nodded, quietly thanking Carol and wandered off in search for your girlfriend.

It didn’t take long, she was still training when you’d walked into the gym, sweat practically pouring off of her. Your heart softened briefly when you saw her, her fiery red hair tied back into a ponytail with loose strands all over the place, wearing a black t-shirt, grey sweatpants and a deadpan face as she attacked the dusty punching bag with such force that you’re surprised it hasn’t flown off of the chains yet.

She hadn’t noticed you had walked in, still giving all of her focus to her punches. Maybe she just hadn’t heard you?

“Hi Nat.”

Nothing.

“Nat”

All you could hear was the furious rattling of chains, still not getting a response from the redhead. With a sigh, you decided to try another approach. You stepped closer to her, still keeping a little distance, and leaned forward to tap her shoulder, instantly grabbing her attention. She flung herself around, arm still in midair, her closed fist almost coming into contact with your face.

You don’t know what you expected when she turned around and finally acknowledged your presence, but you definitely didn’t expect to be met with a scowl.

“Seriously? in the middle of training? I could’ve hit you.” She huffed as she turned back to her previous position.

“Sorry. I just wanted to come in and talk to you.”

“About?”

You paused, expecting her to look at you again, but she didn’t.

With a small sigh, you continued. “you missed date night again. I waited for you, but you were a no show.”

“Right, yeah, date night” she muttered, seeming to be unfocused as her eyebrows furrowed and her head kept darting around the room, looking anywhere but at you. “I’ll make the next one.”

“This is the third one you’ve missed this month.” You said firmly, wanting her to understand that this can’t keep happening, of course cancellations or rearrangements were bound to happen sometimes, but she’s just not showing up and then leaving you in the dark as to knowing why.

“I told you, i’ll make the next one.” She walked over to the bench, picking up her water bottle and taking a swig of water, looking directly at you, you look back at her and she just looks so, unbothered.

“I don’t believe you, Nat. You say you’ll make it up to me and then I sit there again, hoping that you’ll be there this time, but you don’t turn up. And now I come back and you’re just training. Could it not have waited? Was that seriously more important?” You raised your voice now, all the anger and frustration you’d felt earlier coming back up to the surface.

You just wanted an explanation, or something to justify how she was acting, but she gave you nothing, not even an attempt, only adding fuel to the fire.

“Why are you getting so annoyed? You should know better than anyone that this is my job.”

“I just explained that to you! Which is more than what you’re giving me right now.”

“Okay, fine, forgive me for not making everything about you for a minute.” She spat bitterly towards you, her temper starting to go as the discussion became more heated.

“Seriously? That’s how you’re seeing this?” If you weren’t so unbelievably irritated, you would’ve laughed at her response.

“You’re being selfish. So I missed a date or two, you’re blowing this out of proportion once again, it’s infuriating.” Selfish?

You raised both your hands, as if in surrender. It was one thing to ditch you, it was another thing to then insult you for speaking up about it. With a tight lipped smile, oozing with sarcasm, you decided that you’d had enough.

“I don’t need to listen to this.”

She shrugged her shoulders, adjusting the gloves she’d just put on. “Then don’t, i’m busy anyways.”. This time, you did laugh.

“What a fucking surprise.”. And with that, you turned on your heels and walked out, hearing the echo of punches fill the room once again, every one feeling like a punch to the stomach.

Maybe these are things falling into place, just not the place you’d hoped.

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You were still in bed at noon the next day, unable to bring yourself to get up and face the world. You didn’t need to worry about anything in the confinement of your bed, even more so considering it wasn’t the bed you shared with Natasha.

After speaking, well, arguing with her last night, you went straight to your shared bedroom, gathered some clothes and your essentials, and slept in your old room that you used to stay in before the two of you started dating. It felt wrong. You always spent your nights with a warm feeling of love washing over you as your girlfriend pressed kisses all over your face, tangling your limbs together in the process.

It wasn’t the same. You felt cold, a type of cold that no heating or blankets could solve. You lacked a weight on your waist, fingertips stroking the skin that was exposed due to your top riding up slightly. Instead, the only comfort you had was the small bear you’ve kept for the las year. It was one that Natasha had given you after she won it at the funfair on your third date, and you could never bring yourself to part with it, remembering how happy she looked when she handed it to you, and the butterflies you felt just from seeing her look so pleased.

The bear was a little worn and torn now, it had been ripped in a couple of places, now replaced with a little sewn on patch of material that didn’t exactly match the shade of brown, and one of the eyes had started to fall off, but you liked that it was different. The assassin had tried to offer to replace it and buy you a new one, but you’d always refuse, insistent that you would keep that bear with you for the rest of time. Even now, when the two of you weren’t speaking, you still held onto it with a death-tight grip.

A knock on the door snapped you out of your daydream.

“Y/N, open up, It’s me.” A familiar voice shouted through. Carol.

“And me!” Wanda.

You heard some muttering outside of the door, something along the lines of Carol suggesting they break the door down, immediately being told that it was unnecessary by the Sokovian. Feeling pretty against the idea of having a doorway with no door, you called out for them.

“Guys, it’s unlocked.” You were quiet, but it was clear that they had heard you as the faint talking stopped altogether and you heard them walk in and shut the door behind them with a ‘click’.

Wanda was the first to approach you, kneeling down beside the bed so that she was at eye level with you, pulling the bed covers down a little to uncover more than your forehead. Once she could see your eyes and nose, she sent you a warm smile.

“Hi sleepy. It’s noon.”

“I know.” She frowned when she heard you speak, your voice raspy from your crying through the night. She hated seeing you like this, she loved both you and Natasha, and it hurt to see you so sad because of the woman you adored.

“We should go and eat something, it’ll help.”

“‘M not hungry.” You pressed your head further into the pillow, the last thing you wanted to do was eat, your stomach already feeling like it was twisting with every minute that passed.

“C’mon, i’ll make you your favourite.” the blonde winked, leaning against your wardrobe.

“Your special pancakes?”

“With extra whipped cream.” She sang, playfully trying to encourage you to leave the bed. You had to hand it to her, she knew you too well.

WIth a brief look between the two, you rubbed your eyes and threw the covers off dramatically, sighing and ensuring that they knew you didn’t approve of this. They knew you were joking, even if you weren’t, all they cared about was making sure you were okay, knowing that when you felt like this, being left alone allows you to neglect yourself and get really low. They don’t mind if you dislike them for a little while, as long as you are looked after.

“There we go! Well done.” Wanda stroked your back and led you towards the door where Carol held it open for you.

“No breaking it down behind my back.” You shot towards her, slightly amused at the guilty look on her face as she realised you’d heard her quarrel beforehand. Shaking her head, she nudged you out of the door, and the three of you made your way into the kitchen.

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Carol had stuck to her promise of preparing a sweet treat for you, a stack of fluffy pancakes sat in front of you, topped with whipped cream and two cherries on top. You ate slow, still a little cautious of how stable your stomach felt. You could see your two friends talk with one another, not wanting to stare and make you uncomfortable, but occasionally looking over silently to check in on you.

You were feeling pretty content as you sat at the counter, munching away with the two avengers for company. It was only when you heard a voice that you could recognise anywhere.

“Hi guys.”

Not daring to look up, you ket your eyes focused on the food in front of you, hoping that if you just stay quiet, you’ll be invisible to the human eye.

“Hey Nat.”

“Hi.”

Wanda and Carol replied, wary of any interaction between the pair of you that could unfold into something neither of you wanted or that would lead to any regrets.

You lifted your head slightly, able to see the daggers Carol was throwing at Nat, not impressed with her being in the room. You both had always been quite close, often talking about life before becoming superheroes that protect the planet, in her case, planets. In the process, she’d found herself having a soft spot for you, wanting to protect you from anything that could bring you harm. Which you were grateful for, but her glaring was terrifying sometimes, you were more grateful for the fact that her powers weren’t in her eyes, otherwise you would’ve definitely become single five minutes ago.

You could see Natasha out of the corner of your eye, she was filling up the bottle she used for when she was training, her eyes weren’t on what she was doing, instead, she was trying to subtly look up at you through the hood of her eyes. You subconsciously took the opportunity to really take in her appearance.

Her hair hadn’t been tended to since you last saw her, half of it was hanging out of her ponytail, most of it falling in front of her face. Her eyes looked glassy and bloodshot, like she had been crying recently and you could’ve sworn that was your t-shirt she was wearing. The sight sent a wave of sadness over you, wanting nothing more than to leap over the counter and pull her into your arms and tell her things were fine, that the two of you were fine. But you stayed seated, too nervous to make a move.

You didn’t know it, but she regretted speaking to you last night, instantly realising what she’d done after she came back to her room to find it empty and half of your stuff gone. She knew immediately where you’d gone and would’ve gone through to talk it through with you, but she didn’t think it would help. She wanted you to have your time and space before approaching the situation.

With that, she tightened the lid on her bottle, sent you an apologetic smile and walked out of the room, leaving behind an awkward atmosphere in her absence.

“You alright?” Wanda asked

“Yeah, yeah no I'm okay. I’m feeling a little tired though, I'll catch you guys in a bit, okay?” You stood from your seat, not giving either of the two a chance to stop you as you walked out and back to bed. What a day.

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Hours had gone by now and you were back wrapped up under your bed covers, still clinging onto your bear. You hadn’t bothered to change, you went straight to bed after walking in the door. You’d managed to get some sleep earlier, not a lot, but it was something.

You tossed and turned, trying to find any way of being comfortable so your body could rest and your mind could shut off, but it was deemed to be impossible. All you could think about was your argument with Nat, and how she looked so upset earlier. The thought alone triggered the waterworks again, this time, you didn’t even attempt to stop them.

Only a couple of minutes had passed before there was yet again, another knock on your door. You rolled your eyes, really not wanting any more visitors, you were grateful for the help, but you really wanted to be alone.

“Guys, I’m fine! It’s late, get some sleep.” You called out, waiting to hear retreating footsteps, but they never came. Huh. That’s weird? You brushed it off quickly, assuming that it must’ve just been too quiet to hear, which you wouldn’t put past you due to all the sniffling you’ve been doing in an attempt to silence your crying.

You were wrong. The person at your door hadn’t walked away. They also weren’t Wanda or Carol. Instead, it was who you least expected to be in your room at god knows what time at night after the events that had unfolded recently.

“Hi.” The redhead whispered, worrying that if she spoke any louder, you’d be able to hear her voice shake with nerves, or the huge lump in her throat that wouldn’t budge.

You froze on the spot when you realised who it was, not entirely sure how you were gonna play this. Realistically, you might as well just see what it is she wants, it couldn’t hurt, could it?

“Hey.”

Her footsteps were practically silent but still felt deafening as she stepped closer to you, cringing slightly at how tense and forced all of this felt. It was her fault, she knew that, she hoped you did too. She didn’t want you blaming yourself for her actions, although she couldn’t say anything if you did, she was the one who had insulted you and planted the thought in your head, and she felt every fibre in her body beg for you to forgive her.

Approaching with caution, she walked up to the top of the bed, kneeling where Wanda had been earlier, but unlike Wanda, she didn’t reach out for you. She didn’t feel she had the right. Not now. She quickly took note of your eyes and how they were drooping and red, just like how hers had been earlier, which is how she could know in an instant that you had just been crying. She felt like a knife had gone through her chest at the sight, knowing that she had done that to you. She’d let you down so much that it had brought you to laying in bed alone and crying.

You mumbled something incoherent, completely muffled by the covers that were blocking your mouth.

“Sorry, I couldn’t hear you through the cover, could you tell me that again?”

You looked down a little, debating on doing it or just asking her to leave this conversation for another day. ‘But, she was already here, so you may as well get on with it.’ you thought, and with that, you tugged the covers down a little, letting Natasha see your full face now, unable to stop a tiny hint of a smile creeping up on her face. Your nose was runny, your eyes were puffy, and your face was flushed, but that didn’t change the fact that she still believed you to be the most beautiful woman she’d seen.

“Has something h-happened?” You hiccuped, noticing the frown take over her features as she maintained her eye contact with you.

“Yeah. i was a complete idiot.”

“Nat-”

“No, no, please. I want to explain. I need to explain. Please?” She pleaded, not caring how desperate she might’ve looked.

You paused for a minute before sighing gently, nodding at her and giving her a non-verbal go ahead to continue. She took a deep breath, looking away for a second then looking back at you before you could even blink. You could see her hands tremble a little, and while you were upset with her, you couldn’t leave it alone. You reached your hand out from under the cover and held it out to her, offering it for her to hold. She grabbed it without hesitation, squeezing it gently as a single tear fell, gathering the courage to say her next words.

“I have no excuse for what I did. There is nothing I could say that would make my actions plausible or acceptable, I shouldn’t have treated you like that or said what I did, and I understand if you can’t forgive me, or don’t want to. But I needed-, no, I need you to know, I'm sorry. I’m so sorry, Y/N. You deserve better.”

More tears had fallen down her face at this point, her thumb not ceasing in their circular movements on the back of your hand. She didn’t know if this was going to be the last time she felt your hand in hers, so with every circle, she was savouring the moment, no matter how badly she wished it was under different circumstances.

You shuffled a little so you were in a more upright position, hoping that it would make speaking easier. You’d taken in every word, and while you were hurt, extremely hurt, you saw how remorseful she was. Her face showed no sign of humour or like she was lying. You could always tell when she was lying, her eyebrow always twitched a little, which you would always be in stitches about when she tried to say she didn’t eat your last cookie and her eyebrows would be moving like mad. They were as still as stone when she was speaking this time.

“You really hurt me, Nat. I didn’t think I was asking for much, just some time with you, that was all. And you left me every time, for work and with no notice. It was embarrassing.” She nodded in acknowledgement as she listened. “A-and then to come back and witness you being so, so, hostile, with me, I didn’t understand what I'd done.”

She gulped audibly before speaking again. “You hadn’t done a thing. Not a thing. I-I threw myself into work, into training. The last mission, I was sloppy, I wasn’t on my A game, it almost ended up with other people seriously hurt. So I thought-” She took a shaky breath in. “I thought, if I trained harder, It would mean I would be better for the next mission. But I disregarded everything else on the radar, including you, and then I got so mad at myself for it that I ended up taking it out on you instead. You don’t have a selfish bone in your body, and it was out of order for me to ever say so. It was wrong, and I don’t think I can apologise enough.`` She gave you an apologetic smile, tears streaming down her face steadily now.

“You know, when I came home from the restaurant, I had this driver.” You smiled. “Nice woman, she’s got a wife. She was telling me that it wasn’t easy for them. They had their ups and downs, their fights and bitterness. But they always found their way back to each other.” You whispered so softly that if there was any other noise in the room, Natasha wouldn’t have heard a word.

“And, when we argued, I really didn’t think we were going to be able to come back from that. I thought that maybe our time had expired.” You sniffled, your own tears trailing their way down your cheeks. Without thinking, she wiped them away, her palm pressing onto your warm cheek as you nuzzled into it, still finding comfort in her touch.

“I don’t want us to expire, Nat.”

There it was. There was the sentence that turned silent tears into fully body wracking sobs, your hands instinctively going to pull away and cover your face, instead, Natasha brought herself up to sit on the side of your bed, hastily bringing you into her chest and her free hand combing its way through your hair.

She rocked you back and forth, letting you get everything out of your system, no matter how much it hurt to hear.

“Shh, I’ve got you. I’m so sorry, moya lyubov.”

Your sobs soon died down with Nat’s help, sobs turning into faint pants with how tired you were and how much energy it had taken out of you. You looked up at her softly, as she smiled down at you.

“I love you, Natty.” You murmured, the words making the assassin’s heart grow fonder for you, if that was ever possible.

“I love you more.”

“Can you stay with me tonight? I can’t sleep without you.”

“Of course. Anything for you.” She leaned over you, bringing the blankets back up and over you, catching a glimpse of some brown fur among the darkness. She knew exactly what it was. She picked up up with the blankets and handed it to you, happiness overtaking her as she saw your eyes light up at the teddy she won for you.

“Thank you.”

“No, thank you, Detka.” She pressed a kiss to your temple before settling down, holding you tight in her grasp, refusing to let you go for anything or anyone, not that you were complaining, you’d missed this.

Nothing had to be decided tonight, there was no rush for discussion. Sure, there were still things to talk through and work out, but that can wait. All that mattered right now, was that Natasha was there. She was holding you in her arms and you felt every ounce of love and apology she could give you. And that was enough for now.

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apompkwrites · 3 years

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reader impact || fan service scene: resting with you

series masterlist characters: diluc, xiao, zhongli genre: fluff summary: the creators of genshin impact have graciously gifted the players with a fan service scene featuring you! notes: i know dill's doesn't contain sleeping in your lap,,, i'm sorry but i hope you like what i provided :))

diluc -

diluc isn't one to have many sleep issues.

until the nightmares kick in.

whenever he can't sleep, he tends to just sit in his house.

it's always quiet.

not something you'd want after a nightmare, but he deals with it.

it's better than trying to expose himself to thousands or even millions of people.

but one night, after a particularly harsh nightmare, he remembers that the next day was supposed to be when he streams the newest genshin update.

but, he's already up...

and...

he probably will try to take a nap later today anyway...

soooo.

"i know it's a bit of an early, or late, stream but i was already awake."

his stream is definitely worried because this is the first time he streams at like 2:00 am.

he won't address it, though.

they don't need to know, anyway.

he pretty much tries to ignore any questions about his sleeping habits and opts to answer them very vaguely.

he is excited to play the update because he knows there's some more (name) content :))

he'll get everything done that he needs to do like commissions and events from them nice nice primogems.

and then here he is, ready to start the newest feature.

go to the angel's share.

ah yes, the place his character officially met you for the first time.

(he definitely has issues with interacting with patton before going inside)

the quest basically has diluc go around to collect more things needed for the winery.

pretty simple quest.

canonically, the quest takes the mc a few hours to complete because the materials are everywhere.

so a cutscene plays when he gets back to the dawn winery, which is where charles told him to bring the materials.

he walks inside and there you are.

greeting him with a brief nod and a wave of your hand.

mc drops the items on the table, ready to turn around and leave for another commission.

until you call out to him.

"ah, traveler."

mc turns back around and walks back to stand next to you.

you stand up from your chair and place a hand on their shoulder.

you stare at them for a moment.

"...i apologize. you must have been traveling for a long while to get the materials."

mc tries to wave you off.

"no, no. you'll hurt yourself. hm... come with me."

you literally CARRY MC TO A SPARE ROOM.

EXCUSE ME YOU CAN'T JUST DO THAT SO CASUALLY?!?!?!

anyway, you pull up a chair next to the bed before placing the mc on the bed.

you simply sit in the chair, quietly stroking your thumb along the mc's arm.

"take a break. i'm sure the adventurer's guild will do just fine for now."

diluc is trying his hardest to hold back tears.

he just... really needed this.

xiao -

it's widely known amongst xiao's community that he has insomnia.

he talks about it a lot on how he has trouble sleeping and he even streams on the nights where it gets so bad he doesn't like being alone with his thoughts.

such is the case here where a new update drops and he's up and ready to play.

he greets everyone briefly as they enter the stream, rubbing his eyes and letting out small yawns every once in a while.

they always know when it's an especially hard night for him, so they come prepared with (name) emotes to try and cheer him up.

they don't have the heart to spoil him about the new update and what it includes.

of course, there will always be that one person who tries to spoil something.

the chat sees that and just spams (name) emotes to hide it.

and since xiao is pretty sleep deprived at this point, he doesn't notice.

now he's ready to actually play.

he'll complete his daily commissions and anything else he needs to get done before checking out the newest features.

he does know that there's a part in the update that features you :0

he doesn't know what the actual update is but he just knows that he'll be able to see you again :))

so he's going through the update, right?

just admiring you even if he's half asleep.

and here comes the part that actually almost put him to sleep right there.

his mc and you are walking down the streets of liyue and it's all dark.

there's a few lights here and there.

you two are walking down to the inn he had first met you at.

passing by the boss lady at the front counter.

walking up the stairs.

and there you two are, on the very balcony he ad first seen you on.

"...you seem tired."

his character doesn't say anything (as expected) but just rubs their eyes and nods.

pain is floating beside you two before going off towards the kitchen downstairs.

now it's just you two.

"you should take a rest."

your voice was so soft :))

you look around the balcony before sighing, taking a seat on the ground.

his character stares at you for a bit before you pat your legs.

"i told you to rest, didn't i?"

?!?!?!?!

YOU'RE TELLING HIM

TO LAY DOWN

ON YOUR LAP????

ASJHAKDHAK

ahem.

anyway.

his character takes a bit before finally letting their head rest in your lap.

he's thanking whoever animated this part because it's a POV shot from the mc.

he's just staring up at you.

you're looking down at him with the softest expression he's ever seen.

"...rest now. i won't let anything harm you."

his chat is freaking out.

he's almost asleep at this point.

life is good.

zhongli -

zhongli doesn't have a lot of sleep issues either...

if he did, he'd probably just drink some tea and try to sleep again.

he isn't the type of stream late at night/early in the morning.

because of this, he plays the newest update for genshin at his scheduled time.

some people who watch him are going to bed though, so it's late at night/early in the morning for them :)

he knows this and tries to tell his viewers to get proper rest.

"it isn't good for you to stay up so late."

he really cares about them :))

he's happy to talk to them though.

(he definitely knows people like his voice so he's happy to help them sleep by talking to them)

his daily objectives take longer considering he's taking the time to read to his viewers.

of course, all of the things he's reading are genshin based.

more specifically you, but they don't mind.

anyway, he FINALLY gets his stuff done.

now he's finally ready to start the new (name) quest.

he's like... one or two hours into the stream already.

but he doesn't mind longer stream, especially when it concerns you.

go to third round knockout

ah yes, the little restaurant you go to for stories about yourself.

and, of course, there you are sitting at your usual chair and drinking tea.

you invite him over to sit down, which causes another cutscene to play, talking more about your adventures as a god/dess.

and, to zhongli's delight, the quest fully begins.

the quest follows you and mc going around lie, exploring different areas while you talk about what you've done there in the years you've been alive.

it's a more chill quest that features lore and character building :))

and then you get to a more secluded spot in lieu.

just the two of you.

the sun has already set and the stars are shining down on the two of you.

zhongli isn't saying anything, reveling in the silence as if he were actually there, standing next to you.

and then your character takes a seat in the grass.

and mc follows suit, sitting beside you.

it isn't long before zhongli's character begins to drift off to sleep.

and that's when it happens.

you reach over and pull mc into your lap, your storytelling continuing as if nothing happened.

"this may be awkward, but i noticed you were falling asleep. go on ahead. i'll be happy to share my stories to help you rest."

zhongli, once again, isn't saying anything. he simply lets the cutscene play.

you're still recalling tales of your past, calmly telling them to whoever was listening.

it's calm and quiet.

and zhongli now knows why people love hearing him tell stories as they sleep.

because he is definitely getting that same sensation hearing you recall your past.

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lipstickstainz · 3 years

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true lies - s. r. (14/15)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Series Summary: Spencer is furious, when you rejoin the team after a year and after you left him, when he got arrested. Little does he know, that you leaving him was the only option to ever get him out of prison.

Chapter Summary: Leaving is the only option - right?

Warnings: angst, blood (but not much), break up, drug addiction (mentioned), alcohol consumption

Word Count: 3.3k

A/N: hello lovies. I'm back and my mind is full of ideas! I hope you like it! gif not mine.

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You watch the coffee in your cup as if it has all the answers for the future hidden in the caffeine. It's eight o'clock in the morning, and this is already your third cup of the sacred liquid, and you're sure it won't be your last. The shadows under your eyes are a sign of your nightmares that haunted you last night. The fact that you have them doesn't bother you, after all, you've been going through the procedure for months. What bothers you is the fact that you couldn't wake yourself up this time. You've gotten in the habit of pinching yourself when it would get too painful, but something stopped you last night. And the fact that you don't know what exactly bothers you the most.

"Y/N." Emily's voice pulls you out of your thoughts and you have to tear your gaze away from your coffee. "What do you think?"

All eyes are on you and out of nervousness you'd like to slide around in your chair, but suppress the urge. You haven't been listening for the last few minutes, too busy with your own thoughts and problems that you can't answer her. The case is supposed to be your last, and you're trying hard to enjoy it and value the time with your friends, but really you're just waiting for it all to be over. Most of all, you want to pack your things and leave.

You barely noticeably shake your head for Emily to continue, and turn your attention back to your coffee, which must be cold by now, but that doesn't stop you from drinking it down to the last drop. Without saying anything, you get up from your chair to get another one, paying no attention to Emily's annoyed look. As you fill your cup in the precinct kitchen, she stands right next to you.

"You're not being very helpful, Y/N," she says coolly as you take a sip. You know her manner is all pretense, because in reality she's incredibly concerned. She only needs to look at your face once to know what's going on in your head, but she doesn't address it. She knows you'll talk to her when the time is right. But you're not sure that will ever happen. "I've already assigned the tasks. You stay here and work with Spencer to gather all the important information that may be relevant to Penelope's research." The look on your face says it all. You don't want to spend any time with Spencer, and certainly not alone, but Emily gives you no choice. Before you can say anything back, she disappears out the door with the others.

With your coffee, which you now wish had a strong shot of vodka in it, you make your way back into the conference room, where Spencer is bent over the table, passing pictures and notes back and forth. You stop in the doorway and watch him for a brief moment, and only then do you notice the narrow, red scratch on his face that stretches from his cheek to his neck. You squint your eyes. It hadn't been there yesterday after all.

"What happened?“, you ask as casually as you can as you sit down and set your cup down on the table. As Spencer looks at you questioningly, you point to his face. "Looks bad." Indeed it does, though it's just a scratch. There's bloody crust in a few places, contrasting in color with his pale skin. Something really got to him.

"Cut myself shaving“, he replies curtly, glancing again at the pictures in front of him. You haven't seen him in two years, don't actually remember who he is exactly, but you still know when he's lying. And when to stop asking and let it go. When Penelope calls, you discuss some stuff and you see Spencer scratching over the wound until it bleeds, which he doesn't seem to notice, which is why you stall Penelope on the phone and grab his hand as soon as the line goes silent. Astonished, he looks at you before looking at his fingers.

"Come with me“, you say briefly and don't even wait for him to follow you. You approach an officer and ask for a first aid kit, which is immediately made available to you. Spencer follows you uncertainly into one of the washrooms, where you already put on the disposable gloves from the box - you don't want any bacteria to get on the wound - and wet a towel from the towel dispenser. Reluctantly, Spencer leans against one of the sinks, waiting for your instructions.

"Tilt your head to the side a little, please." You take the damp cloth and gently dab along the scratch to remove the dried blood. Spencer has to swallow at the touch and you see his Adam's apple bob, and really it shouldn't be that attractive, unfortunately it is anyway. You have to concentrate because this is the closest you've been to him in years. You breathe in his scent, feel his warmth through your gloves, and can barely stifle a deep breath.

"How do you know how to do that?“, he asks softly as you disinfect the wound, and Spencer has to pull himself together to keep from reacting to the burning from the alcohol.

You look at him briefly before turning your attention back to the scratch. „Experience“, you reply, spreading some wound healing ointment over it before taking off your gloves and disposing of everything in the trash can. You then put the first aid kit back together. As you turn around, Spencer is standing right in front of you.

"You didn't tell me you were having nightmares“, he whispers, and confused, you look at him. There's concern in his gaze, and if you're not mistaken, a little affection too, but you push the thought aside, not letting yourself have hope. Hope has only harmed you lately you have not moved forward a bit.

You look once more at the scratch, and then into his warm eyes. "You didn't cut yourself shaving“, you count one and one together and clench your jaws. He doesn't need to answer. You did this to him, you just don't remember. The reason you didn't wake up is Spencer. He was probably holding you, reassuring you so much that your body turned off its protective mechanism. It had certainly been the last time he did that, and you hadn't been awake to enjoy it.

"Why didn't you tell me about this?“, he asks, wanting to reach for your hand, but you take a step back. You don't want him to touch you. You'd prefer it if you weren't in this situation at all. You'd prefer that you hadn't come back at all. None of this should have ever happened.

"It's none of your business anymore, Spencer." Your tone is cool and something in his face changes.

"I thought we were friends."

You have to suppress a laugh. Two years ago, you could have lived well with being friends with him. You were prepared for it then, wished it on him, and meant it sincerely. Only lately you've been through so much that you can't even imagine it anymore. The two years had been hell, but you are sure that you can't live next to him without being able to be with him. You can't watch him and Max be happy together, and even though his happiness is everything you want, you'd rather he be happy with you. But you can't tell him that, it would be unfair and selfish. So you just look at him.

Then you reach for the small suitcase and push past him towards the exit.

You're glad when the case is over and you arrive back at Quantico. It's been a week since you and Spencer spoke, and luckily for you, you've continued to be spared nightmares, for which you're quite grateful. Not that Spencer is going to join you in bed one more time to calm you down.

As you walk from the airfield back to the building, you fall back a bit, watching the team joke and laugh with each other despite their fatigue. Most of all, you'd like to leave right now without saying goodbye. Rip off the band-aid, without anesthesia. Short and painless. But your plan is foiled when Emily suddenly walks up beside you and puts a hand on your arm.

"We're going for a drink." She raises an eyebrow expectantly. Apparently she's waiting for you to decline the invitation, and all too gladly you'd like to meet her expectations, but it's almost certainly the last night you'll see each other, at least for an extended period of time, and short and painless wouldn't be fair to her - your best friend.

You smile at her. "You're paying for the first round."

Her eyes widen in delight, but before she can say anything back, Luke, who has overheard your conversation, interferes. "We're going out for drinks?" A grin spreads across his face, almost reaching his ears, and suddenly the rest of the team pricks up their ears. Luke's gaze is fixed on you. "I bet I can drink you under the table by now, Y/N."

„You can’t“, Matt replies, and you see Rossi smile to himself. "Last time you did that, you almost passed out after four shots."

"JJ got the drinks. Maybe she mixed something in“, Luke tries to defend himself, but the blonde raises her hands.

"I'm not responsible for your kindergarten drinking. But I'd love to see you try to drink Y/N under the table." She smiles at you and winks, and you can't help but grin. It feels good to know that all is well between you and the team, even though they know with a high probability that you won't be staying. You'd understand if they were mad at you, but that doesn't seem to be the case. JJ looks at Spencer, who is being less than forthcoming. "You coming, Spence?"

He risks a quick glance in your direction before adjusting the bag on his shoulder. He knows this will be your last night. And that you won't see each other again after this. "I think I'll sit this one out“, he replies curtly, but JJ nudges him and he gives her a dirty look.

"You can't avoid it, Spence."

You'd rather he'd gone home.

The first drinks are on Emily, as promised, and the ones after that are on Rossi, and it's actually not long before Luke is sitting at the table with a glass of water, wishing he'd slowed down. You grin at him from the dance floor where JJ and you are swinging your hips, and he sticks his tongue out at you before putting his head in his hands and sipping water through the straw in his glass.

JJ reaches for your hand and pulls you close before wrapping her arms around your neck. "I'm going to miss you“, she almost yells so you can hear her over the loud music. You smile weakly at her. There's a glint in her eyes, probably from the alcohol, and only now do you realize how much you're really going to miss her.

"I'm going to miss you too“, you reply, risking a quick glance in Spencer's direction. He's sitting next to Luke, looking completely out of place. You look back to JJ and without further ado, she puts her hands to your cheeks and presses a kiss to your mouth. When she pulls away from you again, she just grins at you. "What was that for?"

"I want you to know that we love you. We all do. Remember that when you're lonely, and call if you need anything. You are and always will be a part of our weird family."

You wait a brief moment before pulling away from her and disappearing into the ladies' room. As soon as the door slams shut, tears stream down your cheeks and you have to hold onto the edge of the sink to keep from breaking down. You were aware of how much the others would miss you, but hearing it from JJ only makes it more real. By leaving, you're not only leaving Spencer behind, but everyone else as well, and that's so selfish of you that bile rises inside you and you almost throw up. You wish you hadn't had those last two drinks.

"Y/N?" You don't have to turn around to know it's Spencer. You recognized his voice and can see him in the mirror above the sink.He's standing behind you, unsure of what exactly to do, which is why he buries his hands in his pants pockets and looks at you silently.

You wipe the smeared mascara from under your eyes before turning and leaning against the basin. "This is the ladies' room, Spencer. You're not supposed to be in here.“

"I'm right where I'm supposed to be“, he replies, but doesn't move from the spot. He watches you brush your hair out of your forehead and wipe at your hot face to get rid of the tears. "You don't have to go. You know that, right?"

You look up from your shoes, straight into his eyes. "Yes, I do."

You want to leave the washroom, but his fingers curl around your arm, holding you back. "Y/N ..."

"I can't stay, Spencer. I can't look at you without knowing that someone other than me is waiting for you at home. I can't watch you be happy without me. It's okay, really. It's just that I don't have the strength to watch it anymore." The words just bubble out of you, and for some reason you can't stop. But it feels good to say it out loud, even though you certainly shouldn't. "I love you, Spencer. I'll always love you. But I'm at the end of my rope." You shrug in exasperation. "I have to think about me. I can only think about me." Spencer's face contorts painfully, but you can't stop. "To think that you're about to go to Max's and do God knows what ..." You shake your head, as if it might drive the thoughts from your mind. "I feel like I - I - I can't breathe. Like I'm going to die. And I just can't take it anymore."

Spencer's hand comes away from your arm at your honesty, but only to grab your hand and pull you against him. You bounce against his chest, wanting to pull away, but he holds you tight and presses you to him with his other hand. Carefully, he places his palm against your cheek and gently strokes your skin with his thumb. "Please, don't go."

You look into his eyes, which have filled with tears. "Why not?"

You can practically see him struggling with himself. He wants to say something, but can't find the right words, so he presses his lips together and lets his forehead sink against yours. All he has to do is say it, and you'd throw all your plans out the window and stick around. Just a few words. But he doesn't say them. "I can't ..."

You take a deep breath before pulling away from him, disappointed. „Goodbye“, you whisper, before leaving him alone in the washroom.

Spencer sits uncertainly at the kitchen table, watching the tea bag with lemon balm in the cup in front of him. He doesn't actually like lemon balm, but he needs something to calm his nerves and get the trembling of his hands under control as he sits there searching for the right words.

The last time he had felt this helpless, Emily had just left his apartment and he had been about to make some phone calls. The first call would have been to a man who would have given him a different number. The second phone call would have been to a woman who would have transferred him. And the third number belonged to someone who would have given him what he was only too happy to get.

Many years ago, he had sworn to himself that he would never resort to it again. That he wouldn't need it. He would be stronger than the desire to feel nothing more. The only thing that had stopped him was that you would never wish that for him. That you had helped him then, had stood by him. He didn't want it to be in vain.

Spencer hates feeling so helpless, even though he actually knows exactly what he has to do now. That's why he sits in the kitchen in the middle of the night, cup of calming tea in hand, not daring to look at the woman sitting across from him. But he doesn't need to say anything either. She knows why he was at her door at such a late hour. They sit in silence, neither quite knowing what to do. Neither of them has been in this situation before. Spencer is glad she's the first to speak.

"So that's it." It's more of a statement than a question. Spencer nods silently, whereupon she purses her lips. "Because of her?"

Spencer looks up from his cup and looks directly at Max. Then he shakes his head. "No, not because of her."

She raises an eyebrow. "But what? Don't you dare give me that 'it's not you, it's me' tour. I've heard that one before."

Spencer has to think for a moment, find the right words, before he answers. "I've lost her so many times. I wouldn't survive it another time."

The two have known each other long enough. Max knows he's not exaggerating or meaning it metaphorically. He has told her about his addiction, and she had been very grateful at the time that he was so honest with her, even though they hadn't known each other long. Spencer knows that all of this is not healthy and psychologically quite far from reasonable and Maxine knows what she has gotten herself into. But no one could have guessed that it would end this way.

"I'm sorry." Spencer's voice sounds hoarse and raspy. He stands up and makes his way toward the apartment door.

"I hope you make it." There's so much honesty in her voice that Spencer has to smile sadly over his shoulder.Maxine doesn't deserve this. None of you deserve this.

The walk to Emily's apartment is short, but to Spencer it feels like an eternity. The train is late, which is why he actually starts running, afraid of missing his chance. He runs until his lungs are burning and his bag is banging painfully against his ribs.The few people left on the streets look at him askance, but he doesn't care. He's panting, barely getting his breath and wishing he was a little more athletic, but as he sprints around the next corner he can already see the building where Emily's apartment is located.

For a brief moment he considers taking a break, catching his breath, but he can't wait another second. Hopefully he's not too late.

He's not surprised that he can just walk into the building, even though he doesn't have a key. He sprints up the stairs, and runs down the hallways until he's gasping for breath and standing in front of the right door, his head high. He bangs on the door with a clenched fist, hoping it will open and he won't be too late. He can't be late. He can't be late.

Finally, the door opens, and for the first time in years, he can take a real breath.

"Y/N."

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slashbitch2 · 3 years

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The Very Nosy Neighbour

this fic was 100% inspired by this one here , but I mean it practically wrote itself I couldn't resist

NSFW

You can't remember much past waking up in an unfamiliar room- though 'room' is really a sugarcoated description, as in reality it qualifies more as some kind of cavern. You're sitting in a chair, ankles and wrists bound by an indistinguishable material. Whatever the binds are made of feels strong, so any attempts to struggle against it are futile. Yet, in spite of what really should be an extremely stressful situation, you find yourself completely relaxed. You briefly wonder whether you've been drugged, but with every sense feeling fully operational, that theory is soon dismissed.

Instead of choosing a more logical response to the circumstances you've found yourself in, you decided to focus more on your surroundings: not to form any resemblance of an escape plan, but simply out of curiosity. Although, the investigation is equally as ineffective. You're unable to name anything around you except for stone walls, strange (glowing?) vines and weird symbols carved above a few archways. Everything beyond that is either entirely lost to you, or shrouded in darkness.

With little else to do, you start to think back on the events that led you there, trying to glean any useful information from the blurry memories. The clearest image, therefore the most recent, is the smirking face of a woman, Agnes you realise. Though the malicious glint in her eyes doesn't quite match your perception of the nosy neighbour. But where is she now? Is she also in danger? You may not have known Agnes for very long, but are reluctant to let any harm come to her regardless.

With a clearer head, you consider calling for help, but a small voice at the back of your subconscious warns you against this. And the voice sounds smart, so you elect to listen to it. But what should you do instead? Where did this voice come from? And most importantly, should you trust it? Luckily, you aren't given much time to overthink the decision.

While trying to tune into this voice, footsteps echo in the distance, gradually drawing nearer. You hold your breath as the sound suddenly stops, leaving your eyes scanning the vicinity for any movement. The unpleasant reality dawns on you all too quickly: the footsteps were approaching from behind you.

“Well, well, well.” Someone says playfully, then snorts as they start walking closer. "Sorry to be a total cliché. I couldn't resist." It's Agnes. She narrows her eyes and smirks, folding her arms as she examines your constrained form. Subjected to her scrutiny, you find yourself swallowing, but your throat is too dry. Other small discomforts also become noticeable; your cramped limbs, aching back and the bruises on your hands. Well at least you put up a fight. The more rational part of you, however, realises that your hands are no longer bound. You stare down at them, flexing each finger as if checking they were all still fully functional.

Something suddenly knocks into your head and you grimace. Left reeling from the impact, you realise that you're slightly nauseated. Though not enough to stop you from reaching out to grasp the floating cup of water. The fact that the glass is suspended in mid-air doesn't go unnoticed, rather ignored, since there's too much happening simultaneously to comprehend any of it in sufficient detail. You swirl the liquid round, hesitant to drink, unwilling to trust your captor's apparent mercy.

"Drink up, dear." Agnes drags a chair forward, which seems to have just appeared out of thin air. She sits backwards on it, legs spread and arms resting on the back casually. "That's all you're getting until we're done here." The tone of her voice is both threatening and teasing. You're reluctant to admit it's quite a turn on.

One glance up at her prying expression and you relent, downing the chilled water way too quickly. Though you aren't given a chance to mourn your impatience, as with an effortless wave of her hand, Agnes refills the glass. While you sip at the water, she refuses to tear her eyes away from you for even a second. It's slightly disconcerting.

“Now," She claps her hands, startling you. "I assume you know why you’re here?”

“Not really.” You confess, unable to pinpoint why anyone would go to so much effort to kidnap you, especially Agnes, who up to this point had been an eccentric yet kind neighbour.

She sighs, more for show than anything else, and rubs at her temple. "Come on Y/N, let's not play dumb now."

Embarrassingly, a heat begins to pool deep in your gut, but you quickly dismiss the unwarranted lust. "I don't know what you mean."

"Oh really?" She quirks an eyebrow, sitting upright. "You really have no idea?" The inquiry is ridiculing, and you can see that your naivety is starting to annoy her.

All you can do is shake your head and pray the sincerity is reflected in your eyes.

"Okay." She slams her hands down on her thighs. "I guess we'll have to go about this the hard way then, toots." A sharp gesture and your hands are bound before you once again.

By the time you're looking up, she's striding toward you with purpose, which does nothing to ease the building heat between your legs. Her hands clasp on the armrests either side, essentially trapping you, not like escape would've been possible without the extra precaution. Up close you finally recognize this isn't Agnes- in fact it never has been. There's a feral yet wise appearance to her, the facade of nosy neighbour dissolved in an instance to be replaced by a deranged, frighteningly powerful woman (or witch, you're undecided).

Despite your better judgement, you're unable to stop yourself from asking. "Who are you?" Your voice barely breaches a whisper, but she's standing close enough that nothing less intimate is required.

She looks mildly impressed, the corner of her mouth twitching almost indiscernibly. "Agatha Harkness." She extends a hand, smirking upon realisation that you're a little too tied up at the minute to reciprocate. "Lovely to meet you."

You swallow again, finding your throat to be a little less dry. "Likewise." Then decide to take another risk. "So what do you want from me?"

“Wanda's true identity.” She replies so quickly that you almost miss it, looking at you with an eagerly expectant expression.

Agatha's question confuses you further. “I don’t know what you mean.” Although your answer is honest, something at the back of your mind hisses lies.

"There's no need to lie here." Her patient humour had disappeared. "Trust me, no one will hear you, so drop the act."

For some unbeknown reason, her accusation angers you. "I'm not putting on an act, I don't know why I'm here or what you want from me." The bravery dissipates all of a sudden as you remember that you're not exactly in the position to command such authority. "Please, stop this."

Agatha purses her lips, stands up and turns away from you. She calmly moves forwards a few paces, and in the short amount of time you manage to convince yourself that she's given up. Until in a completely unprovoked move, she swings her hands to the left, sending her chair crashing into the wall in frustration. Whether this is part of her interrogation performance or not, it works. Your heart starts racing, and confusingly, the awkward heat between your legs pulses.

She runs a hand through her hair, still facing away from you. "Don't make this any harder harder than it needs to be." You can practically hear her grinding her teeth, but don't doubt that she was getting some enjoyment out of the situation.

"I can tell you that Wanda is my sister and only real family, that I moved to Westview with her and that I couldn't live without her." You start listing off some basic facts, desperate to prove to Agatha that nothing is hidden. That you're normal.

"What about your brother?" She swivels round, clicking her fingers as she tries to recall something. "Pietro!" She exclaims.

"Pietro..." You falter. Why does the name sound so familiar? The nausea worsens. You shake off the feeling. "Never heard of him."

“Liar.” In one swift movement, Agatha is right by your ear. The feeling of her lips brushing against your skin causes you to close your eyes. The close proximity was becoming overwhelming, and your body had chosen to react in a rather unfortunate way. Admittedly, you'd always had a thing for Agnes, but Agatha was on a whole other level. You dreaded to open your eyes, worried that she'd noticed your current state. Instead, you internally begged for mercy.

“Don't go all shy on me now.” She pushes your shoulder into the chair, compelling you to open your eyes. "If you don't want to talk, I have other methods." Her hand raises, a purple flow emanating from the tips of her fingers. It crackles and sparks, as if the power was barely contained, yet as she shifts closer to brush the hair out of your face, you don't flinch. One finger remained touching your forehead, then traced down to your jaw, and finally along to grasp your chin.

While the vaguely sinister movement terrified you, it also forced you hold your breath and grip onto the armrests for dear life. Why you'd decided this was hot was beyond you considering the many connotations of her words, yet your thighs pressed tighter together as she drew closer. You attempted to turn your head to the side, longing for distraction, but her hold on you kept your head still.

"This won't be much fun for you, dear." She sighed in mock pity, her breath hot against your skin... Which just tipped you over the edge. As hard as you tried to stifle the noise, a broken moan escaped your lips. You'd definitely hit a low point here. Too ashamed to face your apparent arousal, you screwed your eyes shut. Although, at Agatha's silence, you relented and opened them barely a minute later.

To your relief, or perhaps dismay, the woman was grinning like a maniac. Her eyes flickered down to your parted lips as she chewed on her own. Then carefully, as if she were testing the waters, her fingers began to rub against your jaw, and upwards to your mouth. Your breath deceives you by hitching as her thumb slips between your lips, stroking your tongue. At the contact, you can't help but arch into the touch. Agatha chuckles.

"I take it back." She murmurs, removing her hand. "This will be fun." Although the intimidation factor prevails, there's a certain desire mirrored in Agatha's expression which cancels out any remaining common sense. Your entire body felt like it was on fire, and even if you wanted to, there was little you could do to stop her. So, you give into your yearning, sighing as she climbs to sit on your lap. Immediately, her hand switches to gripping the back of your neck as she slams her mouth onto yours. You willingly indulge by opening further, allowing her tongue to slide between your lips. Her other hand lowers to grab at your chest, like she were trying to tug herself impossibly closer.

Without removing her lips, the hand massaging your chest shifts to your thigh. She still keeps her lips firmly pressed to yours, and with the lack of oxygen, you can feel yourself growing lightheaded. It almost feels like a challenge, one which you're determined to succeed at. Though when she eventually does break away, her hand suddenly slips between your thighs, and your breath is stolen from you once more. Wasting no time, she massages you through your clothes, dragging out an inevitable whine. The touch is both too much, and not enough. But judging by her malevolent smirk, that was exactly her intention.

Even though you were currently incapable of producing any reasonable thought, you still noticed that Agatha wasn't entirely unaffected. Her breathing was laboured, hips occasionally jerking against your thigh and eyes struggling to stay open. The influence you were having on her only encouraged you to moan louder, craving to see her equally dishevelled. Your plan seemed to momentarily fail as her hand retreated. But you'd certainly earned her attention.

She licks her lips, then abruptly changes her expression to look disturbingly like that of Agnes. "You wouldn't leave me out of the fun now, would you dear?" Her voice is high pitched as she basically sings her words. Although the question must've been rhetorical as doesn't await a response, instead you find your hands unbound, flung behind your back and bound together all in a matter of seconds. Then, she shifted her position, yanking your bodies closer so that your crotches were pressed together. She grunts, heaving forward to rest against you for a moment and regain her composure. And finally, without warning, starts to grind your hips together.

It doesn't take long for her movement to become more frantic, accompanied by her hair spilling onto her face. She remains impressively quiet, however, or perhaps you were just comparably loud. With the little pride you have left, you decide to take matters into your own hands, and start meeting each thrust with equal vigour. Miraculously, it works. She throws her head back with a remarkably loud moan, proceeded by change in strategy as she starts almost bouncing on top of you, hips losing their rhythm, pleasure overwhelming her. Startled by her lack of self-control, the heat in your stomach begins building exponentially fast. Your eyes slam shut.

A hand grasps onto your face. “Look at me!” She growls, then emphasises her demand by rolling her hips torturously slowly. The movement ceases. She leans her forehead against yours, staring directly into your eyes. “Come with me.” To your surprise, there's an audible plea in her voice.

At a loss for words, you nod. The pleasure had been building for so long that you knew it'd only take a few more grinds to push you over the edge. With your confirmation, Agatha resumes her thrusting, though soon succumbs, throwing her head back and uttering an exceptionally loud, high-pitched moan. She arches her back, pressing herself so far into you that the pleasure peaks. You groan, lurching backwards in a moment of pure bliss. All you can feel is Agatha, all you can think about is Agatha. Coming down from the high, you sigh and collapse forward to bury your face in the crook of her neck.

She tenses slightly at the contact, but soon relaxes into the strange embrace. You gently press your lips against her skin and feel her shiver, confirming your suspicion that it'd been a while since Agatha had received such affection. Motivated by a new, more innocent desire, you continue to pepper light kisses across her throat and behind her ear, simply enjoying the unexpectedly intimate moment.

Agatha finally breaks the silence, leaning away from your touch to look down at you curiously. "Wanda really has you under her mind control too, huh?"

Although still stuck in a post-coital haze, you muster enough brainpower to consider her words. "Mind control?"

"Oh, right." She smirks, a slight sadness perceptible in her eyes. "Forgot to mention." Before you can say anything, she swings one leg to the side, stiffly sliding off your lap and clasping her hands together. "You might want to reconsider where your loyalties lie, dear." She glances at you, then ambles to the opposite side of the room. "That's one fucked up family situation right there." Her voice teasingly calls out.

You feel yourself flush, strangely offended by her comment, and annoyed by her vagueness. "Like you can talk." Your response is a total shot in the dark, but must've hit a nerve since she slowly turns back to you, a suspicious expression upon her face. "Just a guess." You add, unwilling to know the details of whatever sensitive topic you'd just touched upon. Agatha easily shrugs it off, leaving behind a stifling silence. Eventually, it's a mixture of your own boredom and concern that prompts you to end the lull in conversation. "Are you still planning on interrogating me about something I know nothing about?"

"Oh, no I read your mind." She waves a dismissive hand over her shoulder. "Got all I needed."

Again, you're left suffocating in the confusion her ambiguity provokes, with nothing else to ask except. "How...?"

The inquiry must've been exactly what Agatha wanted to hear as she immediately dropped what she was doing to turn around and lean on the wall, arms folded in a casually smug pose. "Sex leaves you vulnerable." She smirked. "All I did was take advantage of the opportunity- but I'll spare you the boring details." With a flourish of her hand and a flash of purple, the binds holding your ankles and wrists disappeared. "You can go now. First door on the left."

Without sparing you another glance, she busied herself with some witchy task, allowing you to see yourself out. Massaging your wrists, you stood slowly, watching her expectantly. Surely she wouldn't just let you leave? Yet as you sauntered over to the door she'd directed you to, she made no move to stop you. "Bye then?"

Agatha looked up at you and winked. "See you around, neighbour."

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bontenten · 3 years

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Efficiency

Pairing: Daishou x f!reader

Word Count: 4.4k

Warnings/Tags: smut, exhibitionism, voyeurism, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, praise, light degredation, aftercare, established relationship

Thank you so much @/bakatenshii and @/thirstyforthem2dmen for beta-reading. This is a repost from my main after it went fully sfw. Originally for the hqhq (now Anilysium) hard at work collab.

Pen scrawls and keyboard taps sound throughout the conference room as your boss goes over current client projects. Daishou is sitting across the table and you notice he's wearing the tie you gave him for his birthday last year. Looks good, you think to yourself. It's not just the tie, it's his entire outfit, and him.

Daishou notices your lingering stare and makes eye contact, granting you a cheeky grin and a head tilt. Pompous bastard. In response, you send back an expression of mock disgust before turning your attention back to your laptop.

For any newcomer at the firm, it might seem like the office is split down the middle into either your camp or Daishou's, with opinions and jabs on completely opposite ends of the spectrum. Why else is there so much spite being tossed around between the two of you, if not due to a deeply entrenched layer of grievances?

It might leave the newbie confused as to why Daishou affectionately calls you his "most significant problem". Or why you preface notes to him with, "to whom this may piss off, my royal pain-in-the-ass".

Then there comes a revelation to the newbie that you and Daishou are not mortal enemies, but rather the most wretchedly in-love couple in this skyrise building. It's a bad decision to cross either you or Daishou for any matter. Not only are the both of you perfectly vindictive, crossing one means submitting an application to be on the blacklist of the other. There's no doubt, in your humblest opinion, that Daishou, even if he'll never outright admit it, absolutely worships the dirt under your heels. And when you are in remotely a good mood, fine, you don't mind his coffee breath either.

It's heartwarming, that in this tower of cold, hard stainless steel and immaculate glass panels, there's love floating around the disinfected air of money, money, and more money. When it counts, you can be sure that Daishou will stand on the same side of the fence as you.

While the meeting goes on and you multitask with the spreadsheet open on your screen, you think you hear your name being tossed around. To your knowledge, everything is lined up already and unless there is some sort of overnight emergency, there's absolutely nothing left on your plate to take care of.

At the same time, there is also the off-chance that someone decides to drag you into hell with them and include you in a project. Now, who could possibly have the audacity to put you into the wringer with them?

"Daishou! Excellent, I'll leave this to you," the boss exclaims. "This pitchbook needs to be done by tomorrow. It's high urgency and the client just sent the numbers in."

A sinking feeling begins to churn in your stomach. You pause your frenzy across the keyboard and pay attention to the meeting to hear the rest of what Daishou has to say.

"If I may," Daishou curtly asks with a smile that's a tad too wide, "I'd like to work with Y/N on this. As you know, we work best together. It'll be done before the meeting tomorrow."

You can feel everyone's eyes turn to you in the meeting room, begging you to please say yes to the man holding titles such as your boyfriend, co-worker, and also 'royal pain-in-the-ass'. You force a smile and match Daishou's client-ready, saccharine expression. "Of course, we'll have it done tonight."

Suddenly, the atmosphere of the entire meeting room relaxes by ten notches. Bastards, all of you.

"Our firm's best duo!" the boss praises, "We'll leave it to you two then. Meeting adjourned."

It's the two words everyone has been waiting for. The moment the syllable falls, the conference room is filled with the sounds of shifting seats and scuffling feet eager to leave work for the day. With a huff, you shut your laptop and see Daishou coming around the conference table with his laptop and files tucked under his arm. He adjusts and tugs on his tie.

"Guess it's you and me again tonight," Daishou comments.

"And here I wanted to leave work early for once."

"Hey, just a special date night. It's called 'overtime', sounds pretty sexy don't you think?"

You snort and walk past him, going towards the direction of the elevator. Daishou eyes your figure strutting down the hall. The lines of your ironed shirt and the pencil skirt that hugs your figure perfectly match the echoing clack of your heels striking shiny tiles.

Even if you don't remember, Daishou's impeccable memory absolutely remembers how the last time you paired that shirt and that skirt together, it was an overtime situation very much similar to tonight. And the cock that's starting to grow hard in his slacks certainly remembers a lot more. He can feel it twitching just trying to conjure up the sensation of your gummy walls milking him in the breakroom a month ago.

"You coming or what?"

Daishou sees you holding the elevator door open and waiting for him. Daishou won't ever admit to this, maybe to you in privacy, but Daishou will rather be dead than admit to anyone else how lucky he feels to have someone as incredible as you in his life.

He takes a few quick steps and enters the elevator.

"How sweet," he coos. "I knew you wouldn't just leave me hanging and working in this dismal place all alone."

"Shut-up, Suguru," you snap, but you lean your head against his shoulder anyway. It's been such a long day already, and the night is only going to be longer.

"Stay the night at my place later? I'll order your favorite."

"Let's get this project over with first."

"I caught you staring at me during the meeting."

"Huh, is that so."

"Practically stripped me naked with your eyes. Ooh, I felt tingles all over."

You lift your head from his shoulder. "You're so full of yourself Suguru," you remark before tugging on his tie to pull his face closer to yours. "If anything, I think you're the one getting hard at work."

Daishou leans in even closer. A hand encircles your wrist and his thumb brushes your inner-wrist across the bump of the vein. Your pulse is throbbing against his fingertips. You feel your adrenaline and anticipation rushing through your body as your heart pounds harder and faster.

"Then do something to help poor lil' me out?"

"At your place later, we—"

"But I want you so badly right now," Daishou breathes out, body tight against you so you can feel his straining desires through the layers of fabric. "I want—

Ding.

The elevator opens up to the floor the two of you work at. The co-workers waiting for the lift can only see two pristine and exemplary office workers without any semblance of dishevelment walk out. Daishou even says a polite "see you tomorrow" to them.

"If only the elevator stopped working," you joke after taking a deep breath to swallow the fire building in your core. "Sly snake, no one here in the office knows your true colors."

Sometimes, you wonder just how Daishou can switch his persona so quickly. Or maybe he just likes the precarious edge of being horny at work.

"Love you too dear," he sneers.

A couple workers are still at their desks scrambling for their deadlines. You and Daishou take a seat at your work stations and begin to chip away at the urgent, overtime project. Every now and then, you'll say good-night to the other remaining co-workers finally able to go home. It doesn't take long before the halls are completely vacated and empty except for the two of you still slaving away in front of the bright monitors for hours into the night.

"Where are you going?" you ask Daishou who is returning to his seat after disappearing down the hall again. "This is the third time in the last hour. Are you shitting in the toilets or dumping all the work on me?"

Daishou comes by your desk and leans on the back of your chair. "Just making some phone calls. Want to go home now? It's getting late."

"Uh...work's not done yet."

"It's fine, let's have dinner first, we can just work remotely at my place. The bulk is done anyway."

You glance at the clock and ponder Daishou's offer. It doesn't hurt to leave a little early and continue the work later in a more comfortable setting. "Okay, let me pack."

After cleaning up the workstation and packing everything the two of you will need, you and Daishou are back in the hallway waiting for the descending elevator.

Daishou takes the heavy tote bag from your shoulders. “I’ll hold onto this,” he explains.

“Why so nice today, Suguru? First luring me over with food, the compliments, and suggestions to leave early…” You trace a finger along the line of his spine and observe, pleased with the nervous grin spreading on his face. “Someone’s losing patience, hm?”

Daishou gives you an ingratiating smile. “Princess, as fancy as our work is, we still work in client-services. What can I say, I live to serve and please.”

“Cheeky.”

The elevator arrives and the two of you enter the space.

"How long do you think we still need?" you ask Daishou.

"Must we talk about work, right now?"

"You're just horny, Suguru."

"Oh, so it's 'just' me, is that what it is?"

You shrug and admit, "Nah, I was wondering why you didn't suggest anything earlier when the office was empty."

"Baby, if you wanted me that bad, you should've just climbed on my lap."

You laugh at Daishou's retort and prepare a comeback. "I think—"

A loud screech sounds through the elevator and the lights flicker briefly before a jolt causes you to stumble. Your hand automatically flies to the handrail. Daishou also wraps an arm around you tightly to steady your balance.

"Is the..."

"Seems like we're stuck," Daishou comments.

You rapidly press the service bell button, but it's no use. "No one's picking up, it's like the signal got cut. Should've just taken the stairs!"

The cell signal is also terribly weak in the elevator space. There's nothing else to do but wait and see how things play out.

Daishou laughs dryly and smooths his hair back. "We work on the 18th floor, since when do we take the stairs?"

"There's that one evacuation drill..." you reply weakly.

Daishou raises an eyebrow, giving you a look that says, really now?

"You're right, we're doomed. Last moments and—"

"With the love of your life, isn't that pleasant a way to go?" Daishou tightens his arms around you. "Don't worry, it's all going to be okay."

You reciprocate and respond to his hug, while your brain searches for a solution. "I once saw on the internet that if the elevator drops, you have to time your jump right before the elevator hits the ground floor. Otherwise—"

"Shhh," Daishou shushes you quietly with a quick kiss. He rocks you from side to side and reassures you again that everything is okay.

"Trust me, it'll be okay. Let's just have a little fun while we're waiting," he suggests one hand already tracing up your thigh. "Maybe it'll relax all those nerves you've been holding onto."

Daishou wants to laugh. Whose nerves exactly? Do you have any idea how he’s been counting the minutes and seconds for this moment while you innocently worked on the project like the good, model worker that you are?

It took everything in him to somehow put down a few excel formulas and not shove the monitors onto the floor to fuck you senseless across the worktables. Not to mention, the pleasure of having those witty remarks that spurt out from that little mouth of yours replaced with incomprehensible whines and begs for your precious Suguru to fill you to the brim. And now that you also admit to thinking along the same lines earlier, Daishou knows the dirty little thoughts clouding into your mind already.

Some slut that you are, acting proper and put-together at work, basking in the praise from co-workers and the boss; they just don’t know how ten minutes after those morning touchpoint meetings, you are bouncing on Daishou’s cock in a hidden corner while the financial markets open for the day. It’s an art, really, the number of quicks you two manage to fit into the crevices of a busy office schedule. But that’s why Daishou is one of the best employees of the firm. Daishou Suguru works quickly. He works efficiently.

The patterns Daishou's fingers trace tickle and send shivers up the skin. His low voice and hot breath across your ear elicits a soft gasp as you press your thighs together in the tight, figure-hugging skirt, seeking some hidden relief for the needy throb inside. The scrap of fabric down there is barely able to soak up the wetness beginning to pool. You are pressed up against him for comfort and security, your breasts plush against his chest. Each inhale and exhale you take is a test of patience.

"T-there's a camera," you remind him through shaky breaths, eyes flickering to the black mechanism in the corner. This is your final thread.

Daishou eyes the camera that is staring expectantly at the tryst about to happen in the cramped space with a wicked grin. Like that has ever bothered you, but if you want to play coy, he’ll humor you. He pinches the soft flesh on your thighs. "But we both know you're an attention whore. Always wanting to be the center of attention?"

You bite your lip to stop a whimper and look away, unwilling to admit that Daishou is completely right. You're already squirming in anticipation and delight. How cute, Daishou savors before deftly undoing the first two buttons of your crisp blouse. He has all of your clothes memorized, and how to take them off in the least amount of steps. At this point, it's completely second nature, and even if it isn't, the particular outfit you are wearing today has a special pedestal in Daishou's memory of interests. He pulls the tucked fabric apart to expose your delicate neckline and the soft curves of your breasts in the bra.

Oh, this one? What a coincidence then. He buries his face into the crook of your neck and deeply inhales the scent of your lingering fragrance. His hot breath and tantalizing lips drag across your collarbone, brushing your sensitive skin.

"So fucking sexy. Let's put on a show shall we?"

The thread snaps.

You harshly tug on the Daishou’s tie and capture his lips with yours. Daishou presses his body even closer, resting a forearm right above your head to cage you against the elevator wall. You wrap your arms around his neck, threading your fingers through his hair, as you meld into the searing kiss. The zipper of your skirt is tugged and the fabric is pushed up to your waist. His hand snakes up your thigh and a thumb hooks the side of your panties, pulling the soaked scrap down.

"Step," he instructs, pulling your panties down all the way and guiding your heeled feet out. "Don't want them dropping on the floor," he says, tucking the bunched fabric into his shirt pocket.

"Touch me, please," you beg, pulling Daishou back to you. You grab his hand and lead him to between your legs, grinding yourself against his thick fingers for some relief.

“No need to rush, the elevator isn't getting fixed anytime soon," he coos, "We're not going to get distracted this time."

Daishou spreads your lips apart and rubs along your sensitive bud, coating his digits with your slick. "Fuck, you're so wet already," he marvels before slipping a finger in and then another.

Daishou pumps his fingers in and out of your sopping pussy, occasionally dragging over to circle your clit. "That's it, isn't it?" he groans, feeling your walls clench around his fingers when he finds the spot that has you falling apart into streams of whines and mewls.

Daishou withdraws his fingers and brings the glistening digits up for you to see. "How much are you enjoying this? Wanting to be fucked in an elevator, watched by who knows who behind that camera."

You whimper and watch Daishou take the coated fingers in his mouth, licking off every drop of you. "You taste so good," he breathes, before pulling you into a kiss and letting you have a taste of your own arousal.

You break out of the kiss and turn around, resting your hands on the handrail. "S-Suguru, want you in me," you beg. You bend over just enough for your Daishou to see how much more wet you've gotten from tasting yourself on him. Your glistening hole is dripping and desperately clenching around nothing.

"Patience, princess." Daishou quickly unbuckles his belt and lets the cock pressing against his tight slacks spring free. He prepares to give himself a few more strokes but you reach behind and slap his hand away, replacing the hand on his cock with your own.

"Fuck," he groans, bucking his hips into your hands. "Always the impatient one."

"Hurry...please."

The building anticipation is making your knees weak and head dizzy already. You keep both hands on the handrails for support and squirm over trying to better line yourself for that thickness you need to fill your hole.

"Shit, stop teasing me!"

Beep.

The emergency intercom you pressed when the elevator first malfunctioned finally lights up. The line connects after a moment of static and radio noise and temporarily shocks a thread of rationality into your thoughts.

"Hello? Hello? Are we connected now, finally? Hello? Can you hear me?" the voice urges from the other end.

"Ah-" you gasp out, feeling Daishou fingers draw out slow circles on your clit. You press your lips tightly together to muffle a moan.

"Ma'am? Ma'am, can you hear me?"

Daishou leans next to your ear. "Answer them, sweetheart." The tip of his cock teases the entrance of your pussy, running along the wet lips. "Do well and I'll give it to you."

You manage, with difficulty, squeak out, "Y-yes!"

"Good girl."

Your legs buckle slightly when you feel Daishou's thick cock being pushed into you, finally giving you the gratification you have been craving during Daishou's ministrations.

"Oh, careful now, don't want you falling over," Daishou's grip on your hips tightens and he groans at how warm, wet and tight you are around him. "Fuck, you feel so fucking good," he mutters under his breath.

The speaker buzzes again. "Great, finally connected. Ma'am are you doing okay still?"

"Yes!" you cry out as Daishou gives a firm and deep thrust; a wave of pleasure shoots through you.

"Don't panic, our team is already coming—" The line disconnects as abruptly.

Daishou revels at how your soft walls hug and clench around him. By all means, he didn't expect the interruption happening at all. It seems like you are not the only impatient person, he wonders, before flashing a nasty look at the camera in the corner and flipping said object off.

"Come on, princess,” he encourages and pats the side of your ass lightly. “Let me hear how pretty you sound."

"Sugu—" you gasp out, feeling the tip of his cock rocking into you. "R-right there right, ah—"

"Yea, you like that?" Daishou groans, pushing into you again feeling your walls clamp around him so tightly. So perfectly. It's addicting and all he can do is thrust in and out, over and over again. Each time seeking out the sounds of your pretty moans when you are completely filled and stuffed with him.

Lewd squelches and the slaps of skin meeting flesh fill the elevator space, along with Daishou’s grunts and your pants. Your hips meet each of Daishou’s thrusts in perfect rhythm, taking his entire length until the base. You can feel each stroke dragging along your walls, the size and length of his cock pushing against your tightness and prodding your cervix.

Neither of you can bother with any other distractions now that bliss is just teetering on the edge. Daishou pulls out and turns you around so you face him. He then scoops you up from under your ass with your legs spread over his forearms and hoists you up against the elevator wall. You feel the stinging cold from the cylindrical edge of the handrail as a dubious support against your heated skin.

"Suguru!" you squeal out, "I'll fall! I'll—"

"I got you, don't worry," Daishou reassures, "You're okay, I won't let you fall."

Once he feels your arm wrapped tightly around his shoulders, Daishou slides into you again with a loud squelch.

"We're right outside now! Won't be long before we get you two out." A loud voice calls out from beyond the shut elevator doors.

"Smile for the camera, princess," Daishou encourages before picking up the pace, chasing the high that's just around the corner. His thrusts become faster and rougher, hitting your sweet spot deep inside you over and over again making your mind spin. The countless reflected images of Daishou's unrelenting pursuit and speed, and the expression of your fucked out face collide together in a blurry, infinite kaleidoscope.

“Gonna cum! Gonna-”

All thoughts leave your mind with each ragged breath as you near your own edge. You can only cling onto Daishou tightly, nails digging into his shoulder and back. You don't hear the sounds of mechanical whirring outside the elevator. Whatever it is that the people are shouting outside does not matter. The bright lights don't make any sense to you anymore. You don't even remember what Daishou Suguru looks like.

The blank stare from the camera is the last thing you see before you squeeze your eyes shut, face tucked in the crook of Daishou’s neck, and body feeling like putty in his arms. All that's left is the euphoria sparking through and broken syllabylic babbles you struggle to utter out.

With a few final thrusts, Daishou grunts and pulls you completely flush against his hips, finally spilling himself into you. Release after a long day never feels this sweet, Daishou muses as he holds your languid body close. Each deep breath you take only pushes your soft breast against his chest, and Daishou can feel your spasming walls still hugging him. He peppers a few kisses on your sweat covered brow. So good, so fucking good.

The voices and mechanical whirs outside interrupt Daishou’s moment.

That’s right, we’re still in this damn elevator. Daishou carefully pulls out his softened and twitching cock and lowers your wobbly form down from your make-shift seat. He takes a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe the drool from your face then lightly dab away the trail of mixed fluids seeping out of your puffy cunt. The overly saturated handkerchief does a poor job soaking away the mess the two of you made.

Daishou reaches for the crumpled panties he shoved into the shirt pocket, but decides against letting you wear it. In your current state, your legs are like a newborn deer, barely able to support you let alone try to maneuver into underwear.

"Once we get back to my place, I'll draw us a bath.”

The increasingly loud mechanical clamor and sounds of the elevator workers pull you out of your daze for a moment too. You try to fumble around and haphazardly button your shirt, but the buttons miss their proper buttonhole by one. You pout and look at Daishou who just buckled his belt and tucked in the edges of his crumpled shirt. He looks ready for a client meeting already, if not for the obvious smell of sex clinging into him.

Daishou chuckles at your state and helps you slip into his long coat. He kisses your brow again in apology. "Sorry baby, just bear with it for a moment."

"Hungry."

"Yes, yes. I'll order your favorite too, like I promised."

You nod, pleased with his answer.

Ding.

The doors of the elevator open, to the relief of the elevator workers outside. They were in the process of getting ready to pry the doors open, but it seems like the elevator is back to normal already.

"Sir, Ma'am, we apologize for our tardiness."

Daishou waves a hand. "Not at all, it was fine. My girlfriend," he nods to your hidden form in the coat, "a bit frazzled, that's all."

Daishou's coat is like a bathrobe and hides absolutely everything. Turn up the collar, hide your face in Daishou's neck, and no one can see the mess that you are still underneath the thick layer. If they don't look, they won't know about the cum that's already dripping out and trailing down the curves of your legs into your scuffed heels.

"Is she okay? If there are any problems, we can direct you to-"

"Don't worry, I'll take good care of her. Thanks for helping fix the elevator." Not that there was anything wrong with it to begin with.

"We'll be inspecting all the elevators in the building as well. We assure you this will never happen again."

The musty smell of sweat and sex is all that lingers in the elevator, but it'll dissipate soon enough. Maybe there are tiny puddles of your juices on the tiles but the 5 A.M. cleaning workers will wipe it all away. By tomorrow, the elevator and rest of the building will be just the way it always is again. The stainless steel is cold, and the glass panels are pristine. In the early hours of the morning, leather shoes and heels will be strutting around on the marbled floors. Phone calls. Printers. Clients. Meetings. And more overtime.

Daishou smirks to himself, supporting just about your entire weight. His phone rings in his coat pocket. He reaches for the device and answers the call. Those bastards.

"Heh, glad you enjoyed the show you fucker. And tell Kenma, 'that was a dick move he pulled back there.'"

He listens to the response from the other line.

"Yea sure, thanks for hacking the system...uh huh, tell him to cum in your dirty sock-rag then...yea whatever, go eat shit."

Daishou ends the call and shoves the phone into his pocket.

"Su-gu-ru..." you mumble.

"Yes princess?"

"...Pitchbook..."

Daishou presses a light kiss to your forehead. "Don't worry about it, sweetheart."

Even all fucked out, you still manage to not forget about corporate responsibilities, some overachieving show-off you are. After getting you cleaned up and warm, he'll finish up any remaining work. Daishou Suguru works quickly. He works efficiently.

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dragon-kazansky · 3 years

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Til death do us part | Helmut Zemo

Bodyguard AU! 🕶

Gender neutral reader

Collage by @realremyd

I'll be waiting for your responses eagerly. Come at me!

Warnings: Blood. Stabbing.

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Part 13

The night of the party. Helmut had organised an outfit to be delivered to you before hand, so right now you have been in your room awaiting it.

You had been waiting in worry. Every possible outcome of how tonight could go had run through your head. You were certain Walker would make an appearance tonight and you had to be on high alert to protect Zemo.

A knock sounds at your door. You get up and answer it. One of the maids stands there with a box in her arms. She holds it to you. You take it, thanking her. The maid leaves. You close the door and walk over to your bed, where you then place the box. You open it.

You can't help the chuckle that escapes you.

You take out the expensive looking clothes. You already knew he had fine taste, but to think he would extend that to you, it was almost overwhelming. You don't think you've ever worn something that looked like it's price tag may have more zeroes than you're comfortable with.

Regardless, you put it on.

Just as you're about done getting ready, there is another knock at your door. This time you look at yourself in the mirror as your heart skips a beat. You don't look like you. At least, not a you that you've ever known. It felt strange not to be putting on your usual suit to do a job.

You looked amazing. There was no better way to put it.

Another knock.

"Come in."

Helmut opens the door and slips into the room. You watch him in the reflection of the mirror. You smile, unable to contain it. After his confession, you feel all the more giddy when you see him.

It comes as no surprise he is also dressed to the nines. The man has immaculate taste in everything.

He's smiling at you.

Helmut comes to stand behind you, but by the time he gets there, you're standing up and facing him. The way he looks at you makes you forget how to breathe for a moment and you have to try and gather yourself without looking like a fool.

He chuckles softly.

"Absolutely breathtaking," he whispers.

"Yes, you are," you say, not really meaning to say that out loud, but it's too late to take it back. You know he heard you because of his smile.

He reaches out. You do nothing as he pulls you a little closer and looks at you.

"Shall we?" He asks, voice soft and low.

You nod.

Helmut offers you his arm. You take it. You walk together upstairs to the main hall of the estate. When you get there you are greeted with a crowd of people. So many people. The whole estate had people walking around, laughing, chatting, and dancing.

"You went all out."

Helmut smiles smugly.

"I told you, my house, I'll do what I like. I wanted a party, so a party we shall have."

He guides you further into the room. He smiles at people as you both pass through the crowds.

You had to admit, it was a thrilling experience. You had never been to a party like this, well, as a guest anyway. Normally you were on the sidelines observing and looking for any trouble.

Speaking of, you briefly catch your friends on duty. They are scattered about the room, all in great spots should things happen, but you also wondered if it was enough.

If John Walker was serious about killing Zemo, then he would use this party to his advantage, and would be smart about it too. Zemo was practically inviting him into his own, daring him to come and try.

That's what worried you the most.

"May I have this dance?" The Baron asks, smiling at you in the centre of the room.

You chuckle softly.

"I suppose."

He rolls his eyes with a grin and pulls you in close. You hope he cannot hear your heart racing rapidly in your chest. This man was making you feel things you never thought you would ever experience. How could he get you to swoon with so few actions and words?

The smile he gives you is devastatingly handsome. You're resisting the urge to melt in his arms as his eyes sparkle with a mischievous glint.

You're pulling against his chest, his face right close to your ear. You don't have to look to know he's smiling.

"See? Nothing to worry about. Just the two of us dancing in a crowded room."

"You realise that's what worries me? The room is packed with people. He could be here."

Helmut moves his head so he can look at you. His expression has fallen into something more serious.

"I won't let him hurt you."

"Stop it. That's my job. My life before yours," you tell him.

He shakes his head slowly.

"You don't understand, darling. I'm not here tonight as the Baron. I'm here as Colonel Zemo. I don't care of you're my bodyguard. Walker is a dead man if I see him, and then I'm going to take you in a proper date. I'm serious about you."

You stare at him, looking for a hint that he was messing with you, but you found nothing.

"Colonel Zemo?" You whisper.

Oh. Hearing you say that made his spine tingle. His eyes drop to your lips. You notice that. His eyes return to yours. He doesn't hesitate to kiss you.

You melt against him at last.

You give yourself to him fully. It's safe to say, you have made Helmut Zemo the proudest and happiest man in the world.

His lips were soft and warm. Your fingers, which were threading through his hair, felt how soft and fluffy his hair was. These aren't things you had thought about before, but now you write sure you wouldn't be forgetting this moment.

You wanted to stay like that forever.

Screaming.

You hear screaming.

Both of you part ways and turn your head sharply in the direction it was coming from. Helmut wraps his arms around you and holds you close to him. His gaze is hard and cold as he tries to find out what's going on.

Though you're still flustered from the kiss, you are quick to get your head back into the game.

You realise what he's doing and switch it up, pulling him behind you roughly. He is less than impressed of your move.

More screaming. People begin to scatter.

"Let me protect you," he hisses in your ear.

You turn to face him and shake your head.

"Y/N."

A gunshot rings out. You give Helmut a hard shove. He scatters backwards,unable to grab onto anything to stay upright. You look up and nod.

Natasha had her eyes in you. She nods back and does not hesitate to hop over the railing of the balcony above. She lands with a hard thud and hurried over to where the Colonel was now sitting up.

You're gone. He can't see you. In that second you had pushed him, you had rushed off and now he couldn't see you.

"Y/N!"

Natasha grabs him by the arms and pulls him up. He doesn't even look at her. He tries to push her away to go look for you, but she's tougher than she looks. Natasha holds him back.

"We have to go."

"No. If this is Walker, Y/N is not safe," he growls.

"Look, I know you're in love with them, we love them too, but Steve made a promise with them and I'm not about to break it."

Helmut turns to look at her sharply.

"What did they promise?"

"That we would carry on with our duty no matter what happened."

He glares harshly. He is not here to play nice. Helmut had only just won you over, he was not about to lose you now.

"Let go of me."

She does not.

"That's an order."

She releases him. He adjusts his jacket and storms off through the crowds, who were making their way out. This was not the party they had come for.

Natasha sighs.

"Forgive me, Y/N." She storms off after Zemo, not willing to let him go alone.

When you pushed Zemo down, your eyes caught sight of the man you hated more than anyone. He was smirking at you. He bolted the moment you saw him. You gave chase. You chased him up the long staircase, away from the party.

The crowds were thinning, he would have no one to hide behind. That also left you open too.

You saw him dart into one of the guest bedrooms. You rushed over to the door and opened it rapidly, coming to a step inside.

You didn't see Walker.

However, the room wasn't empty. Hoskins, Walker's right hand man, was standing opposite you. He had a gun in his hand, aimed right at you.

"Where is he?" You ask.

"Not here."

"This is a trap isn't it?"

He smiles, but it's not a happy smile.

"You've left the Baron's side. He's exposed."

"I can assure you, he is well guarded."

"Is he? Do you even know who you are up against?"

"I know the type of person I'm up against," you say, heart beating faster than you would like.

You're scared. You are genuinely scared.

Hoskins can see your fear.

"You're afraid. Walker already has an advantage over you."

You shake your head.

"This is a trap."

"You're smart. He likes that. Heike was smart too. It's something he loved about her."

You shake your head and turn around quickly. However, your exit is blocked. Walker stands menacingly in the doorway. He stares down at you with a sinister grin upon his face.

In his hand is a knife, glistening in the light.

Your fear grows. You didn't want to be here. You didn't want to be alone.

"Helmut..." you whisper.

Walker steps closer.

"It's a shame he had to fall in love with you. If he hadn't, your life wouldn't matter so much to me. Now, I need to use you to break down his walls."

"He will kill you," you stay, trying to keep your voice level.

"No. He will bend to me. He will kneel down and do whatever I want him to. He will bend to me."

It happens so quickly.

The knife is plunged into your abdomen. You can only stare wide eyed at Walker as your hand grab at his wrist. Even in your panicked state, where you stand with a knife in you, you know you need that knife to stay there.

Walker knows you need that knife to stay there.

That's why he takes it out.

You fall to your knees as your hands try cover the wound. He drops the knife near you and gives you a push a with his boot clad foot. You topple over and gasp loudly. Tears fall, gasps escape your lips rapidly.

Your blood was warm in your hands.

Walker and Hoskins step over you and leave. You lie there, hands at your stomach, eyes trained on the door.

You were supposed to protect him.

Helmut...

As if he had heard your thoughts, the man himself enters the room. It was the only room on this floor with door left wide open.

Walker and Hoskins were long gone.

All thoughts leave him as he kneels down beside you. He cradles you, trying to be mindful of your wounds, but he is so overcome with worry, he isn't careful enough.

"No. No!"

You look up at him. You're bleeding all over him now.

"Helmut..."

He hushes you, look down at you as he place one hand on your cheek. He needs you to look at him.

"Why did you have to run off like that?"

You go to answer but he stops you.

Natasha enters in a rush. She can't believe what she's seeing. This is far worse than last time. There was so much red.

"GET HELP!" Helmut yells, looking up at her.

Natasha scurried away.

You cry softly.

Helmut leans down and presses soft, though slightly sloppy, kisses to your forehead. He cradles you to him, using one hand to press over yours where the wound bled profusely.

"You'll be OK. You're going to be fine."

You can only cry softly as you try to cling to his warmth.

You can hear his soft cries. You can feel his heart hammering away inside his chest.

"Helmut..."

"Don't talk," he says, closing his eyes as he holds you. You were going to be alright. He would make sure of it. He will look after you.

"I love you."

He looks down at you quickly, lips parted as he tries to work put if he actually heard that.

"I love you," you said again.

"You do?" He asks, softly.

You manage a smile.

"I do."

It's then your eyes flutter closed. Panic sets in and he gives you a shake.

"Stay awake."

You keep your eyes closed.

"Y/N, stay awake!"

Nothing.

Steve and Bucky reach the end of the corridor. Natasha had called for help, passing them along the way. As quickly as she could, she told them what happened.

As they reached the hall, they come to a stop.

A sound so broken comes from up ahead.

A cry so sad, so broken, so devastated, halts them in their tracks.

And they know it belongs to the Baron.

Both of them take off.

They reach the doorway and both want to take back everything they thought they were seeing.

They wanted to believe they weren't looking at Baron Helmut Zemo cradling your body.

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chemist-ana · 3 years

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Chapter 14 The Flight— Sams POV

Book: The Nanny Affair

Characters: Sam, Ana Schuyler (MC), Mason and Mickey, Sofia

Pairing: Sam Dalton (male) x Ana Schuyler (MC)

Rating: 18+

Content Warning: NSFW, Sexual Language, Adult Language, Sexual Situations

A/N Shit starts to hit the fan for these two, I know that book 2 already started, but I have had some requests for this series to continue. I know Sam is in a weird place- and the next chapter I am going to really delve into his mind. Keeping this one a little light yall.

Summary: In the cold light of day, will you and Ana be able to face the consequences of your actions?

Word Count: 3919

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The car ride to the private terminal of JFK is long… and loaded with tension. I continue to glance at Ana who is studiously avoiding my gaze and has been for the entire week leading up to this trip. Her legs are curved up with a pair of high-heeled boots, a light floral sundress, complimenting her olive skin. Effortlessly beautiful...

We pull up on the tarmac and Carter opens our door. The boys jump out of the car, and Ana and I follow close behind, taking the stairs up into one of the Dalton Enterprises jets.

“Dibs on the top bunk!” Mason calls out as he runs down the aisle towards the boy’s room in the back of the jet.

“No fair!” Mickey chases after him.

“There are bedrooms on this thing?” I hear Ana murmur to herself.

“Yes, ma’am. We’re equipped with every amenity you could possibly imagine.” Ana jumps in surprise as Ellie, my flight attendant, answers her.

“Really? Even a full-body massage?” Her lips spread.

I bite the inside of my cheek to hide my boylike grin as Ellie answers her. I will give you a full body massage.

“Thank you, Ellie. That will be all for now.” I tell her with a smile.

“Very good. I’ll go check on the boys. Push the call button if you need me.” She gives me a nod, and walks towards the back of the plane, disappearing from view.

Ana finally glances my way and I catch her eye, offering her a small smile as I sit down in one of the leather chairs.

“You look wonderful today. New outfit?”

She blushes but doesn't break her eye contact. “You know what they say… new country, new me.”

“I hope everything about you hasn’t changed… although I do like the new look.” She searches my eyes.

“Thank you.” She says as she sits down in a chair across the aisle from me, turning her gaze out of the window.

I let my eyes roam across her body before turning to the New York Times that is sitting on the table in front of me. I unfold it, desperate to alleviate even a little bit of the tension between us. If that means I need to give you space… I can try. I watch out of the corner of my eye as she opens up some sleazy tabloid magazine. I watch her eyes narrow as she becomes engrossed in a story, a line forming between her brow.

“What has you so absorbed over there?” I ask, breaking the silence. I wonder if that issue has our photo in it?

“Oh, nothing. Just some mindless reading.”

“I’m not sure there is such a thing.”

She turns her face towards me. “Sam, you’re talking to me now?”

I bite my tongue to stop a grin. “Last I checked, you were the one avoiding me. I’ve tried to talk to you several times over the last few days…”

“I wasn’t avoiding you. I was busy getting ready for our trip.” Her tone was defensive as a hot color rose on her cheeks. Her eyes narrowed.

“I know. That's why I let it slide. But now that we’re stuck together for a while… Let’s just say, I asked Ellie to make sure the boys are otherwise occupied for the first leg of our journey.”

The scoffs. “What if I don't want to talk to you?”

“That’s certainly your prerogative. I won’t force you, Ana.” I keep my voice even.

She lifts the magazine to block me out and I shake my head slightly, turning my attention back to the newspaper.

“Ohmygod! Sam, have you seen this?”

That beautiful photo of you and me together in the gossip mags? Of course, I have… I have had dozens of news alerts since that night.

“I told you that you were a big hit that night. Even the press thinks so.”

“It’s a good thing they didn’t let cameras inside the gala. That could’ve been embarrassing.”

“Would it have been so bad? I’m not embarrassed about anything that happened that night.” It probably would have been bad for my image… but maybe it's the exact kick in the ass I need.

“... Aren’t you?” She gives me an incredulous look as she raises a sculpted brow.

“Absolutely not. I may regret how some things were handled after the fact… but nothing that happened that night. Or the night after, for that matter.” Even though I definitely acted like it… and continue to act like it. I haven’t given you a reason to believe a word I fucking say.

“Sam…”

I take a breath, standing up, and moving to the seat next to her before I can stop myself. I place my hand on hers, the familiar spark that has been present from the moment I first touched her, crackles between us. Her eyes roam my face and settle on my lips.

“... Ana?” I warn as heat starts to spread in my veins. I watch as her eyes darken and her tongue darts out to lick at her bottom lip. She reaches up and wraps her hands around the back of my neck, pulling my lips to within millimeters of hers.

“I want you.” She whispers

“If this is a trick to distract me from our talk-”

“It’s not. I just need you inside me.” She whimpers, cutting me off, her voice laden with desire. Her words send a shockwave through my body as I whisper a quiet curse and bring her lips to mine. I need to be inside of you. I coax her lips open with my tongue as we settle back into our seats. I tap my hand blindly, searching for the blanket I know is draped around the back of my chair. I grip the soft fabric when I find it, pulling it over our laps, sliding my hands under it, and running my fingers up the inside of the soft skin of her thighs. My lips drop to the delicate curve of her throat, eliciting a moan from her lips.

My fingers travel further up until I reach the apex of her thighs, my thumb pressing against her nub through the lace fabric of her panties. Her breathing gets shallow as I feel her body begin to tense. Without breaking our heated kiss she stands and sits on top of my lap, straddling my hips, effectively pinning my hand between her legs.

“That’s better.” She murmurs against my lips.

“So much for our security blanket.” I tease.

“Do you mind?” She asks me, leaning back slightly so she can see my eyes.

“Definitely not. The view is better like this.” I stare longingly across the curves of her body before I lean forward and pepper kisses along the exposed skin of her chest. “I just want you to be comfortable.”

She wraps her arms around my neck and grinds her hips into my hardened desire, she quivers at the contact.

“Oh, I am.” She purrs. She snakes her hand down and makes contact with my hard cock. I suck in a breath through my teeth at the sensation. “Is all this for me?” She smiles as she watches my expression of pleasure that is obvious on my face.

“Only you.” I answer, my voice husky.

She briefly halts her movement to unzip my jeans, reaching into my boxers to make direct contact with her soft palm. The sensation has me pumping my hips in time with her firm strokes, sending a moan falling from my lips.

“Mmm, I love that sound. But you’d better keep it down…” She teases, as her lips explore the planes of my cheek, her hips and hand still rubbing against me.

“Is that a challenge?” I growl at her. I slide my fingers past the delicate fabric and dip two fingers inside of her moist cunt. She bites her lip as her gaze grows dark and her body writhes. Her head falls back as she moans. “I bet I can make you come first…” I whisper into her ear, loving the way her body responds to my touch.

She slides her hand out of my jeans, leaning back slightly on my lap. Her eyes never leaving mine, she brings her palm up to her mouth, running her hand along her tongue. Her name falls from my lips as she sends waves of desire through my body. She reaches her hand back down, pumping harder and faster than she did before. I can’t help the moans that are escaping my lips as she works my cock like a pro. I close my eyes as I give into the sensation, my breathing growing ragged.

Desperate to watch her come undone, I focus my thoughts into adding another finger into her pooling wetness, using my thumb to press firmly against her clit. I reach my other hand up under her dress, finding and pinching her nipple into a firm peak. She moans my name, a surrender.

“I won't come until you do…” I whisper against her cheek, her ragged breathing hot on my neck.

We continue to move faster against each other. Her movements send me impossibly deeper and higher as I near the edge of my own release.

“That’s it, Ana. Come for me.” I whisper into her ear as her moans fill my ears. I watch her mouth fall open as her forehead falls to my shoulder. She bites my shoulder, hard, as she muffles her moans. Her body convulses and tightens around my fingers as she goes crashing over the edge in her orgasm. The feel of her body coming at my command sends me soaring over the edge with her as my eyes close and my head falls back. I moan her name as we find our release, together. We stay intertwined together as our breathing slows, her head still resting on my shoulder.

A few minutes later, she lifts her emerald eyes to mine.

“Call it a tie?” She says as a playful smile crosses her face.

I can’t help but laugh as I press a soft kiss to her lips. “Fair enough. But watch yourself, or I might demand a rematch.” I help her retake her seat in the plush leather chair beside mine, and I take a moment to button up my jeans and straighten my shirt.

“So… about that talk.” Her voice sounds small.

A wave of guilt and regret wash over me as I glance over at Ana and her fingers are knotted on her lap.

“What’re we going to do?” She asks quietly.

“I don’t know. I shouldn’t have put you in such a terrible position.” I reach up and rub the back of my neck as my stomach drops.

“‘Terrible position’? Meaning… You’re still going to marry Sofia. Even after we...” Her voice sounds so sad… and I want to tear at the ache in my chest as the realization hits me. I have no choice…

“Yes. I… I have to.” My eyes search hers as I see them start to shine with unshed tears.

“You don’t have to do anything. You could grow up. Are you ever going to take responsibility for your part in all of this?” Her voice is angry now as her lips settle into a thin line.

“You’re right. I haven’t been stepping up like I should. But I’m trying to change that now. And this engagement… it’s my way of trying to take responsibility for the boys’ sakes.”

“The boys? What do they have to do with this?” Her eyes widen.

“Everything. I don’t know what you’ve heard about me and Sofia, but the arrangement was our parents’ idea. A way to merge our families and companies.”

“Because it's the 19th century again?” She says with contempt.

“Something like that. But I’ve known Sofia forever, and I already married for love once… At the time, the engagement seemed like the right move.” I never thought I would meet another woman that would floor me the way you do.

“A way to secure a legacy for Mason and Mickey.” Her face drops at her realization.

“Exactly. After everything they’ve been through with their mom and previous nannies, I felt like they needed a stable, motherly presence in their lives. My dad is officially stepping down as CEO after the merger, and I’ll take over for him, as long as everything goes as expected. It was the perfect plan. But then…” I trail off as the words I long to say hurt too bad to say out loud… I met you.

“Then you met me.”

I nod as I watch her sink further into the chair.

“If I don’t marry Sofia, I’d lose everything. It'd be an easy decision if I only had myself to think about. But if Robin takes over the company, Mason and Mickey would lose everything too. And Dalton Enterprises… it’s their birthright.” It’s in their name, they are destined to run this company… if I can’t be there as their father, I need to give them the one thing I have worked so hard to give them.

“Sam, have you talked to your dad about this? Maybe if you just explain…”

My mind wanders back to the conversation I had with my father… “Women like your nanny are only good for one thing…”

I shake my head, controlling the grimace that threatens to cover my face. Time for a white lie…

“We have talked about it. As much as he likes you, he’s convinced Sofia is the better match. He won’t change his mind.”

She hesitates, her eyes focused on her hands before she takes a deep breath. “In that case, I think we should take a step back. You’re engaged. You're going to marry Sofia. Until that changes, we can't keep going the way we have been.”

My stomach sinks further as she turns her face towards mine. I hate being the one that has made you so sad…

“Of course… if that’s what you want, I’ll respect your wish. I suppose I should stay by sitting over there, huh?” I gesture to the other side of the plane and she gives me a small, sad smile.

“Yeah, that might be best.”

I stare at her for one more moment before retreating back to the other side of the jet. I see her turn and face the window out of the corner of my eye and I tip my head back onto the headrest. What am I doing, and why does this feel so wrong?

***

The flight passes by slowly as the tension lingers between Ana and me. When we finally land in Italy we make the long drive up to Sofia’s family villa that is nestled in the middle of wine country. I watch as Ana stares absentmindedly out of the window and my chest tightens.

“I’m so tired, I can barely think straight.” She frowns as she steps out of the SUV, shielding her eyes from the bright sun.

“Ana, you can take a nap while me and Mason go to the beach!” Mickey shouts as he jumps out.

“Nice try, Mickey, but there are other adults who can watch you while Ana rests.” I tousled his hair.

“Can’t blame a kid for trying…” He shrugs his shoulders.

“Dad, will you take us to the beach?” Mason asks with a smile.

“At some point, definitely. But we should check in with our hosts before we make any plans--”

“Is that my boo-bear I hear?” Sofia shouts as she emerges from the front door. I bite my tongue. God, I hate that nickname.

Sofia walks up and greets everyone with a kiss on each cheek.

“You’re finally here! Welcome to our humble abode.” She stretches her arms out and gestures to the estate. “Ana, that dress is divine. I was worried that… Never mind, you’ll fit right in.” Sofia glances quickly at Ana before turning her back and moving towards the door. “Come in, come in. It won’t do for the neighbors to see us standing outside all day.”

“But Aunt Sofia, there aren’t any other houses around…” Mason scrunches up his face in confusion, but Sofia just waves her hand dismissively as she continues walking away from us.

“I’ll just give you a quick tour so you don’t get lost-”

“Can we start with the pool?” Mickey shouts as he runs by her.

“Mickey! Wait for me!” Mason chases after him, pulling his suitcase behind him. They both stop beside the pool, opening their suitcases and digging around, removing every last piece of packed clothing from inside. I bite back a smile as I watch Sofia’s eyebrows furrow in annoyance.

“Ana, aren’t you going to do something about this?”

“Actually, as their future stepmom, maybe you should.” Ana shrugs her shoulders.

Sofia huffs and looks at Mason and Mickey.

“This oughta be good…” Ana whispers as she leans in close to me.

“I’m almost afraid to look.” I flash her a smile.

“You two, stop it right now and clean up this mess!” Sofia shouts at them as she places her hands on her hips.

“No thanks!” Mason doesn’t even look up from trying to find his swimsuit.

“Target acquired, Admiral Mason!” Mickey celebrates as he lifts a super soaker over his head in victory. Where the hell did that come from?

“How did they sneak that into their luggage?” Ana says with surprise.

Mickey quickly fills the water gun in the pool and points and shoots it all over Mason as he shouts.

“Boys! Enough!”

I jump slightly as Sofia shouts, her face twisted in anger. The boys turn towards Sofia, their fingers still pulling the trigger on the guns, sending a water stream shooting onto Sofia’s face.

This. Is. Priceless.

“Sorry!” Mickey shouts, immediately putting the water gun to his side.

“Alright, I think that’s enough. Boys, clean up your clothes right now.” Ana steps forward, clearly fighting back a laugh.

“Yes, Ana…” Mason looks down at the pile of clothes, kneeling down to put it all back inside of his suitcase.

“I really didn’t mean to spray you, Aunt Sofia. I was aiming for Mason.” Mickey looks at Sofia.

“...I accept your apology.” Sofia chimes as her face softens.

“Maybe we should let them blow off some steam after being cooped up in the place for so long.” Ana turns to me and I glance down at her.

“Good thinking. Let’s take this tour away from the pool…” I glance down at the boys who have their suitcases zipped and by their sides.

Sofia leads us to the back patio

“Wow. I could get used to this.” Ana says quietly as she places her hands on the railing, overlooking the rolling hills.

“It’s a stunning view.” I step up next to her.

“And it’s the perfect place to play hide-and-seek.” Mickey’s eyes grow wide as he looks around the rows of grapes in the vineyard.

“Not it!” Mason shouts as they start to run towards the rows of vines, but Sofia steps into their path causing both of them to slide to a stop.

“The vineyard is not for recreation. It’s a Russo subsidiary.” Her eyes are wide.

I roll my eyes.

“What does that mean?” Mickey looks up at her.

“It means little boys shouldn’t play hide-and-seek in it.” She crosses her arms across her chest.

“Sofia, be reasonable. The boys won’t hurt the vines, and they could use the chance to run around a bit.” I take a step towards her meeting her gaze.

“But these varieties take years to grow to fruition. One misstep and-”

I know you are worried about your dad, Sof. Let it go.

“Please, Aunt Sofia!” Mason shouts, bringing his hands together to plead.

“We promise we won’t touch any grapes!” Mickey widens his eyes.

“And if anything does happen, I’ll make sure your father knows it was my fault.”

“But nothing will. Sam and I will make sure of it.” Ana steps up by my side and I glance down at her quickly. Sofia looks between Ana and me.

“Very well. On one condition…”

“What?” Mason asks.

“...I’m not ‘it’ either!” Sofia smiles a genuine smile.

“You’re gonna play too? Not it!” Ana smiles as she dances backward from the group, putting space between herself and all of us.

“Not it!” I shout making my way towards the vines and look down at Mickey. His lips spread into a sly smile.

“Whatever, I’m the fastest anyway.”

“This planter will be home base. You can’t get tagged while you’re touching it.” Mason points to a pot on the patio.

“Yeah, yeah. But first… you all have to hide!” Mickey turns his back to the vines and closes his eyes as he starts counting. Everyone scatters to find a hiding spot. I head into the vines, finding a place between a trellis and I hear Mickey shout.

I sit quietly until I see Mickey pass by me. As soon as he is out of sight, I emerge from my hiding spot, making a straight shot to the planter. When I turn around I see Ana running towards me with Mickey hot on her heels.

“Come on, Ana! I’ve got you!”

“Not if I get you first!” Mickey shouts gaining on her.

I reach out and grab Ana’s hand, pulling her powerfully into my arms. Her chest rises and falls with her breath.

“Safe!” She giggles, the sound sending warmth surging through me.

“... For now. I’ll get you next time.” Mickey smiles.

“We’ll see about that.” Ana jests.

“Sofia and Mason are still out there… Unless you want them to win.” I look at Mickey.

“Never!” He shouts as he turns and runs back into the vines.

“Don’t you think Sofia might see?” Ana whispers.

I look down as I realize I still have my arms firmly around Ana’s body.

“Right, of course. Sorry.” I shake my head slightly as I let my arms fall to my side, but I don’t step back. She looks up at me and her emerald eyes shine in the bright sunlight.

“Thanks for saving me.” She clears her throat with a smile.

“Any time. I-”

I jump when a triumphant shout comes from the vines. I turn and see Sofia walking with Mickey and Mason towards the patio.

“I got Aunt Sofia!” Mickey raises his fist in the air.

“She was talking on her phone! I saw the whole thing!” Mason pushes his glasses up his nose.

“Nice one, Mickey.” Ana gives him a high five.

“I had to take the call! They didn’t know I was in the middle of a game.” Sofia’s eyes are wide as she comes to a stop and places her hands on her hips.

“Sounds like he got you fair and square, Sofia.” I give her a crooked smile and she sticks her tongue out at me.

“Which means that you’re it.” Ana cheers as she starts backing towards the vines.

“Very well.” Sofia closes her eyes and starts counting loudly. I turn and make my way back into the vineyard to hide. I glance over my shoulder and I see Ana watching me as I turn down a row. I flash her a wink. Follow me. But she doesn’t.

In fact, she avoids me for the rest of the day. My mind races as the reality of our situation really hit me. What are you going to do Dalton?

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