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I Found My Love in Portofino

Duncan Vizla x Assassin!FemReader

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Summary: Despite your promise to stay away, the lure of Portofino -- and who you might find there -- is too irresistible. Part 2 to The Black Kaiser's Nightmare

WC: 5.3k words

Warnings: SMUT! (18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI), enemies to lovers speedrun into the bed, semi-public sex, mentions of violence, play fighting, breaking shit all over the place, abundant cursing, rough sex (unprotected, don't do it at home!), angst (but there’s a happy ending dw), I think that's it but lmk if I missed anything!

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Sunshine, a gorgeous view, and the fragrant smell of the sea. What more could you possibly need?

Some dignity, perhaps.

But maybe you’d lost all of it on the other side of the world almost a year ago, buried under many layers of snow. Along with one too many promises you weren’t certain you could keep.

Then again, you’d desperately wanted a vacation somewhere warm, hadn’t you? And Portofino was beautiful that time of year, undeniably so. It was nearly impossible to resist its allure.

All you had to do was keep to yourself and not let your eyes wander in search of a familiar silhouette. Eat some amazing food, drink some great wine, and maybe brush up on your Italian. Nothing else. How hard could it be, really?

A few days had already passed with no issues, but at all times, there was the slightest prickle of awareness at the back of your neck. But still, you didn’t search.

At least you were slowly building a nice tan, which was long overdue. You’d spent most of your days at the beach, alternating between dips in the ocean and sprawling out on a towel to air dry. It was as close as you’d gotten to true peace in a long time.

Sometimes, when the waves rolled over you, they felt like a lover’s embrace. Powerful and all-consuming, right on the verge of being agonizing. The familiarity of this feeling and these sudden romantic notions were irritating, but you were always a creature of incandescent want. A fatal flaw, most likely.

When the sun began to set, hunger was the only thing that could pull you away. You’d found a place that you liked, which was perhaps a little too pricey, but the view was unbeatable and the food was definitely worth coming back for. On top of that, you felt like you deserved to spoil yourself at least a little bit.

You sat at your usual table, a salty breeze tussling your hair. A passing waiter smiled and nodded at you, already knowing your order. You smiled back, pushing your sunglasses atop your head.

The world was awash in golden light, the waves glittering like a dream in which swimmers basked. For a moment, as you stared off into the middle distance, your mind was blissfully blank. Not a worry to ruin things.

But then suddenly…

“Your champagne, signorina,” a voice said as an empty flute was set on the table. “And may I just add… you look ravishing when you are so relaxed. It really does suit you.”

You whipped around immediately, eyes widening and heart thumping like a war drum.

“You!” You hissed through clenched teeth, gripping your dinner knife.

Duncan, disguised as a waiter, smiled at you impishly as he poured the champagne. He was the picture of calm, unbothered by the real threat of another stab from you.

“I know you must’ve missed me terribly, but let’s not make a scene now,” he said easily. “I suppose your busy schedule had an opening after all?”

“I happen to like Italy, if you have to know,” you huffed, grabbing the flute and taking a sip. “I told you I wasn’t going to look for you, and I didn’t. You found me.”

“You made it rather easy, but I let you have a few days.”

You gestured at his attire. “And this is how you chose to approach. Real sneaky of you.”

His grin only broadened. “What can I say? I wanted to serve you.”

Annoyance flared to life inside of you, but it was paired with a familiar feeling that made you tightly cross your legs. You pursed your lips for a moment, but you didn’t really want to give him the satisfaction of seeing he was getting to you.

Instead, you leaned back in your chair with an equally sly grin and said, “So do it, then. You can only keep me waiting for so long…”

He nodded once, straightening up. “Right away. I’ll be back in a moment.”

As he walked away, your body relaxed and you let out a long exhale. Running a hand down your face in frustration, you chastised yourself again for not steeling your will more in the time you were apart. You glanced over your shoulder to make sure he wasn’t watching you and slumped in your chair.

A few restless minutes passed as you waited, but still he didn’t return. You drummed your fingers on the table as your impatience grew into frustration. Then you figured, this was probably his plan, right? To try and get under your skin as much as possible, make up for lost time. It definitely seemed to be his favorite activity. Or one of them, at least.

Fuck it. Who said you couldn’t retaliate just a little bit?

You downed the champagne in one go, perhaps for courage, perhaps just because you needed a reason to justify your recklessness. Standing, you made your way inside under the pretense of going to the restroom. You hadn’t really planned what you were going to do, but still you wandered by the kitchen.

From what you could see, he wasn’t there, which made you frown in confusion. It wasn’t a big establishment, so there weren’t many places where he could be. Half-dejected, you walked into the single-stall bathroom… and immediately the door slammed shut behind you, lock clicking into place.

Before you could process anything, strong arms enveloped you, pulling you against a solid chest. Duncan put a finger to his lips in a motion for silence, right before he threw himself on you, claiming your mouth. You practically melted against him, any sort of animosity you held forgotten for a moment.

But then, when the shock passed, you kissed him back roughly. You tugged at his hair and bit his bottom lip, letting him retaliate by pressing you against the wall, as if punishing both him and yourself for caving so easily to your desires.

“Already breaking promises, huh?” he said between kisses, chuckling as your hands briskly tried to undo his pants.

“Shut up,” you grumbled. “Or I’m gonna put your mouth to better use this time.”

“That reminds me…”

Abruptly, he gathered you in his arms and set you on the edge of the sink. He kneeled in front of you, reaching past the edge of your sundress and tugging loose the strings of your bikini bottom.

“I did say I would serve you,” he grinned, scooting closer and placing your legs on his shoulders. “Let’s see if you’ll be able to keep quiet now.”

You couldn’t keep your chest from heaving as he fully removed the fabric, tossing it to one side. He kissed his way up your inner thigh, his scruff lightly tickling the sensitive flesh. You suppressed a small shudder, readjusting your position.

As his tongue dipped directly into the source of your ache — the best way to properly savor you — you held onto his head with one hand and gripped the edge of the sink with the other. He groaned, breath hot against you, and trailed his tongue up to your clit.

He guided himself by your reactions — the small spasms of your muscles, your hitching breaths and the subtle hums of your concealed moans. He barely came up for air, content with the possibility of asphyxiation if it meant he’d never get the taste of you out of his mouth.

The precise, relentless way in which he pleased you nearly drove you to madness. His tongue circled around your clit slowly, almost teasingly, but whenever you were about to voice his frustration, he did the complete opposite to keep you on the edge. You looked down and met his gaze for a moment, fire burning in his eyes. The intensity of it made your pussy clench around his fingers, which he’d just added into the mix.

Your back arched, head resting against the mirror behind you. Your eyes were closed in bliss, knees drawing together around his head as you felt the beginning of an orgasm forming.

“Yes…” you sighed. “Yes! Right there!”

And that was all he needed to hear to ramp up the intensity further. Your body trembled, sweat-slick hand almost slipping off the porcelain. Your spine arched further, as if possessed, and a ragged moan escaped you as you came undone. Pleasure felt electric as it swept over you, and he moaned along with you as he helped you ride it out all the way.

As you were left panting heavily, limbs still shaky, he pulled back to look at you and licked his lips. You brought your legs off his shoulders and he stood in order to undo his pants, the hard imprint of his cock straining against the fabric almost painfully. Once it was free, he spat in his hand and stroked himself to spread the saliva.

“Get inside me,” you pleaded quietly, urging him closer, eyes still shiny with want. “Please, fuck, I need you inside me.”

You wrapped your legs around his waist this time and he guided himself into you slowly. He muttered your name under his breath as he bottomed out, leaning down to touch his forehead to yours.

You would be lying if you said you didn’t miss the way he seemed to fully envelop you. The heat emanating from him, his smell flooding your nostrils, and even the stretch of him inside you was divine… But you weren’t able to dwell on these thoughts as he began to move.

His large hands held you up by your hips as he pounded into you, no longer holding back. It seemed he had missed you just as much, and all he could do was make up for lost time.

He leaned down once more to kiss you as it became harder for you to contain your noises. More of your weight, combined with his, was leaning on the sink by then. As he hit that spot inside you that made your body jerk, you heard a crack.

You tried to ignore it for a moment as his movements turned erratic, grip tightening on your skin. He grunted with each thrust, snapping his hips roughly as you clawed at his shoulders.

Then his whole body tensed, and he pressed all the way into you in one final thrust. The sound that left him was nearly animalistic as he spilled his release inside of you… and it was at that moment that the sink gave out completely.

The porcelain loudly shattered against the linoleum floor as it broke off the wall. The newly exposed pipe gushed water, the puddle quickly spreading. Duncan caught you in his arms before you could fall as well, stumbling a little as he adjusted his position.

“Shit, that was my bad…” he panted. “I got a little carried away.”

The two of you dissolved into a fit of nervous laughter as the reality of the situation really settled in. Reflexively, you had wrapped your arms around his neck, your faces close together.

You could feel his pulse was just as hurried as yours, both of you still coming down from your highs. You avoided prolonged eye contact as you drew away with an amused grin, smacking his arm.

“Real smooth, breaking shit on your first day on the job,” you said.

He started to laugh, but suddenly, there was loud knocking on the door. A voice called in Italian to ask if everything was okay, the doorknob jiggling to no avail. You and Duncan looked at each other in a millisecond of panic before hastily starting to re-dress.

“Fuck, we have to get out of here,” you hissed as he helped you onto your feet, holding you for a moment as your legs wobbled. “Can’t we have a reunion where we don’t wreak havoc for once?”

“No,” he said, shaking his head as he buttoned up his pants. “I don’t think it’s possible.”

You rolled your eyes but said nothing, intent on assessing your options. The banging at the door didn’t stop, and you figured soon enough they’d get a key to open it. There was a window that seemed large enough for you to fit through, but you weren’t sure Duncan’s large frame would make the cut.

“One moment please! Everything’s fine!” You yelled back before turning to Duncan and lowering your voice. “I just realized I forgot my stuff out there.”

“I’ll go get it,” he said, ushering you towards the window and handing you your bikini bottoms. “I’ll meet you outside.”

You nodded, appreciative and just slightly flustered at the idea of having to sneak out commando while you were still holding in his… Well, that was probably the least of your worries at that very moment. One thing at a time.

“Try to leave them some money, too. We’ve done enough damage.”

He snorted. “Just wait ‘til we get to the hotel.”

You bit back your retort and instead focused on climbing out of the window without leaving a snail trail. Glancing around to make sure you were alone, you made your way to the front of the restaurant surreptitiously. Twice you had to stop and hide as you neared passerby, still jittery with adrenaline.

It was a thrill that felt both agonizing and yet somehow very arousing. You waited in a side alley, clamping your thighs together as you leaned against the wall. You just hoped Duncan wouldn’t get himself in deeper shit and take more drastic measures. He wasn’t charming enough to get out of trouble with just words, as you were well aware.

Finally, he emerged from the restaurant after what seemed like forever, dressed in casual clothes. You lifted your arm so he could see where you were, and he hurried over.

“How did you—” you began to ask, but you were interrupted by him clasping your wrist and dragging you away.

“Don’t ask,” he said. “But just so you know, I did get a couple of high-fives on my way out.”

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As it turned out, Duncan had been staying at the hotel next to yours. You had to stop to get his luggage first since he’d checked out of his room that morning, already having assumed he’d be staying with you.

You’d raised your eyebrows and scoffed at his overconfidence. Of course, you should’ve expected something like that to happen, but you’d been too caught up on whether you’d actually run into him or not.

The casualness between you felt strange, particularly given your history. He was definitely more at ease than he’d been a year ago, but uneasiness was like second nature to you. Sure, you were enjoying this new dynamic with him so far, but you weren’t sure how far was too far.

Fucking was one thing, but being on vacation together… You shook your spiraling thoughts out of your head as you led him through your hotel and up to your room. One thing at a time.

“And what would you have done if I decided not to give you the time of day?” You asked as you swiped the keycard to your room. “Sleep on a bench somewhere?”

“Oh please, haven’t I proven to be irresistible?” He said, tilting his head to the side as he smiled slyly.

“Yeah, well, I’m not covering the hotel costs for both of us, just so you know.”

He scoffed, but you could tell he wasn’t actually offended. “I can pay you with my body, that should be more than enough.”

You bit down an amused grin and said nothing, instead turning on the lights and showing him where he could put his stuff. He set it all down without real care as you began undressing, making him freeze on the spot.

But you weren’t trying to seduce him, at least not then, for there was only one thing on your mind. Your skin felt sticky with sea salt and sweat, your hair was all tangled by the wind, and there was still that little problem between your legs to take care of.

“Care to rinse off, then? I know I need to,” you said, casually stepping into the bathroom. “Shower’s got room for two.”

You got in before hearing his response, starting by washing your hair under the stream of hot water. As you were rinsing off the shampoo, eyes closed, you heard him get in. Your other senses were all too aware of his nearness, making you jump a little at an unexpected touch on your hand.

When you were able to open your eyes again, you saw he was washing himself. The way the soap suds slid down his muscles made you swallow hard, and he was smiling deviously when you moved to let him rinse off. He sighed with contentment at the water’s warmth, slicking his hair back, and you couldn’t help but keep ogling him.

Maybe he wasn’t so wrong about being irresistible… He really was beautiful.

When he turned around, you quickly averted your gaze and reached for the bar of soap, but he shook his head. “Allow me.”

He lathered some soap between his hands, taking it upon himself to wash your body. He kept eye contact as he started with your shoulders and arms, moving slowly but purposefully. Your limbs were loose as you let him keep going, adjusting you this way and that so he didn’t miss a spot.

Even as he reached more sensitive areas, his touch was tender rather than lascivious. Looking at the scars on each other was like a trip down memory lane, but it wasn’t a bitter remembrance. In fact, you felt yourself softening, almost vulnerable. So much stubbornness, so much time wasted, but it all had somehow led to such an intimate moment.

When he was done, you rewarded him with a soft kiss, more chaste than anything you’d had so far. You shut off the water and both of you got out to dry off quietly. It felt like talking might burst the bubble of… whatever feeling the two of you were so precariously sharing at that moment.

An idea struck you then, and you discarded your towel somewhere along the way. He watched as you opened the sliding doors to the private balcony, the faint light silhouetting you.

Up there, the faint roar of the ocean could still be heard. It was moonlight’s turn to glitter in the dark waves, but you put your back to the view as you gave him an inviting look.

Truth be told, you wanted to indulge in him as much as you could. A sense of urgency accompanied your arousal, like the opportunity might not come around again. Was it a sign? Could it be fate’s way of making you say goodbye?

The thought scared you more than you were willing to admit, so you decided to be mindless once again. You let the sea breeze envelop you once again, but soon after his arms took place, drawing you into his warmth. He searched your face for something, but you averted your gaze as you ran your hands up and down his chest.

“You’re quiet,” he noted. “You haven’t even threatened to kill me at least once since we got here.”

You shrugged, going on your tiptoes to wrap your arms around his neck. “Does it matter?”

“Well, you know the violence is what gets me going…” he said with a smirk, but you could still see some concern in his eyes.

You kissed his bottom lip enticingly, returning the smirk. “Let’s tear each other apart, then. For good this time.”

And so he cupped the back of your head and crushed his lips against yours. The kiss was sloppy and desperate, tongues dragging against each other. You reached between your bodies to touch him, fingers grazing the velvety underside of his hardening cock.

For a moment he lost himself to your touch, mindlessly chasing your lips as you withdrew, teasing him. You stroked the head with the tips of your fingers, and his hips bucked in search of more friction.

“Not gonna be so easy now,” you chastised playfully. “Gotta earn your stay.”

He gripped your hair, pulling your head back to expose your neck. His free hand roamed up your chest, splaying over your sternum and feeling your quickening heartbeat. He bent down to kiss your neck and collarbones, humming in fiendish delight as he heard your soft moan.

“You little devil,” he murmured. “You should know I won’t make it easy for you either.”

And so commenced a battle for dominance, in which the two of you did not play fair. You practically tackled him back onto the sunbed, frantically trying to pin his arms down. Your thighs pressed against his sides tightly, holding him in place.

He had a great view of you from that angle, so he got easily distracted, his struggles weakening. But just when you thought you had him, he suddenly grabbed your wrists and managed to flip you under him. You blinked up at him in momentary surprise, but then scoffed.

Your legs and arms wrapped around him as you tried to crush him in a bear hug. You felt his erection pressed against your abdomen, and he grunted with the effort of trying to wriggle from your grasp.

Despite the exertion from wrestling each other, you found yourself smiling, genuinely having a good time. Your cheeks were flushed and you were panting heavily. He kissed all over your face, perhaps in an attempt to distract you, but you gave in amiably for the time being.

“Where’s your knife now?” He murmured against your skin, taunting, his breath close to your ear.

But instead of responding, you pulled his head back by the hair and brought your lips to his. Your other hand rested on his throat, like a silent threat, but it was just a little too tender to actually be one.

The stars wheeled across the sky unnoticed, as the two of you were too wrapped up in a frenzy of desire, all restraints loosened. Eager hands and eager mouths, the violent delicacy of your bodies curled around each other like snakes. Everything else truly ceased to exist.

Not much of the hotel room was spared either, lamps knocked over, framed artwork half shattered on the floor, and different things haphazardly strewn about. At last, the bed became the lion’s den, where the last of the raging fire simmered out, leading into a sated slumber.

You awoke before him, too restless from an influx of dreams you couldn’t make heads or tails of. The early morning had a melancholic blue tint to it, barely illuminating the room. You watched him for a moment, trying to burn him into memory as you followed the steady rise and fall of his chest.

Keeping your thoughts at bay was becoming harder by the minute, especially wrapped up in his warmth and his smell. Suddenly, you couldn’t bear being in the bed anymore. You left a featherlight kiss on his shoulder before sliding out as quietly as you could. A certain bitterness slid down the back of your throat as you gathered clothes, padding over to the bathroom and dressing mechanically.

Any sort of logic or reasoning seemed to have left you as well, since you were prepared to flee with just what you were wearing. In that moment, you believed perhaps you could outrun the consequences, and yourself in the process.

But just as you opened the bathroom door and took one step out, you heard the clicking drag of metal and felt the coolness of it closing in around your wrist. You looked down to find yourself handcuffed to Duncan, who was only partially dressed. He looked at you intensely, knowingly even, pinning you in place. Your heart leaped to your throat, stopping any words you might want to say.

“I told you I wouldn’t make it easy either,” he said, his voice devoid of any humor.

He reached out with his free hand, but you weaved away from it like a skittish stray dog that’d been kicked too many times in its life. Your immediate response was a punch that he took in stride. In fact, he let you try and shove him, although the handcuffs would take you along with him. Your frustration only grew, and this time fighting him was different, more desperate – like a cornered animal.

“When are you going to stop fighting your desires?” He asked firmly, seizing your other wrist. “You can’t just run away this time. You owe me that much.”

“Duncan, please,” you said softly, looking down.

“Please, what?” He pressed.

“Why are we kidding ourselves?” You sighed. “We’re just horny and really fucking lonely…and I guess it helps that we understand each other. But we both know it can’t go beyond that.”

“Why not?”

“We don’t exactly have a profession that allows commitment…” you said, but he only stared, forcing you to continue. “What if they decided to assign us to kill each other?”

“I would gladly fake my death for you.”

You pursed your lips, forcing down the tears that once again crawled up your throat. Damn him and the way he made butterflies flutter around your stomach!

“But I won’t let it come to that,” he added. “I’ve already decided to retire early.”

You looked up at him in disbelief, eyes wide. “Really? Just like that?”

“Well I’ve wanted out for some time, but you kind of… helped me make up my mind,” he said, searching your eyes to try and solve the riddle of your feelings.

“And you thought, what? That I would quit too?”

He shook his head. “No. What you do is up to you. All I want is a quiet life, and to settle in one place so you’ll always know where I am.”

“Okay, and what if I have to be gone for a long time? Won’t you get lonely?” You asked, a painful spasm in your chest as you thought about it further. “What if you meet someone else? I mean, hell, I don’t even really know what it is you want with me…”

He frowned, truly unable to fathom your stubbornness. “Are you fucking serious right now? We’re handcuffed together. Do I have to spell it out further?”

Again, you sighed in frustration, closing your eyes for a moment. You hadn’t felt such a strong connection with someone in a long time, especially since you believed you were better off alone. Those you were close to could invariably become collateral, and that was one thing you simply couldn’t stomach.

And when you’d said that you understood each other, that had been the truth. Not many – if anyone at all – that weren’t in the business could understand your lifestyle. The guilt that came in waves, threatening to pull you under. The sleepless nights, the mastery of clinical detachment, the constant need to hide and stay vigilant. It was certainly not easy, but you’d simply gotten used to it over time.

But that didn’t mean you weren’t tired of living that way. Still, you hesitated, feeling yourself toe closer to the edge of the cliff.

“What if it’s just the excitement?” You asked, opening your eyes once more.

“It’s been years now… if it had died out, so would we,” he sighed, seeming a little aggrieved. “Or what? You don’t believe love and violence intersect?”

“Love!” You gasped, all pretenses shattered now that one of you had finally said that word. “That’s…”

“Is that what scares you most?”

After a moment’s hesitation, where you fidgeted uncomfortably, you shook your head. “I’m barely evenly acquainted with it, but it’s enough for me to know it doesn’t prevent someone from leaving.”

He nodded once in understanding, not having an argument for that. “And you think I’m an expert on it?”

You shrugged, not entirely sure of his romantic history. Still, you could at least tell that it had not been kind to him either. He pulled you closer, lacing his fingers through yours as if the cuffs weren’t enough to keep you.

“Despite it all, haven’t we inevitably found a way back to each other? Sure, the flame that kept drawing us at first might have been hatred, but pettiness could only take us so far…” He straightened so you could appraise him better, gesturing to himself. “I proudly wear the scars you have given me, and I would welcome many more.”

Your vision became blurry all of a sudden, though you couldn’t understand why. At least not until you felt a tear streaming down your cheek, which you wiped away defiantly. He rested his chin atop your head as you leaned against his arm, not looking at him.

“And if you think I will break your heart, what guarantee do I have you won’t break mine first?”

“You don’t,” you admitted honestly, which maybe was the whole point.

“And yet, it is still yours to break.”

You chuckled, but it sounded more like a choked sob. “You’re killing me, old man. What am I to do with so much?”

“You don’t have to carry it all on your own,” he said, bringing his free hand to your chin and tilting your face up to meet his gaze.

His expression was fully unguarded, like an open book for you to read. There was a vast depth there that seemed to invite you to uncover it, should you actually take the chance.

And beneath it all, a most desperate hope. One you could recognize, for you had seen it in your own eyes before. It struck you like an arrow, knocking the breath out of you.

One of the deadliest men on Earth utterly undone by one of the most common afflictions — that of the heart. Love.

It was a gift, a real promise beyond what words could express.

And so, you decided to let yourself fall.

The words left you before you could stop them. “I’m going to retire, too.”

He blinked in surprise, but you barreled on. “It’s not a life I want to keep living. It’s not life at all, really. I was just never really sure if there was anything else for me. But now, nothing is waiting for me out there anymore… I have all I want standing right here next to me.”

Oh, how his eyes brightened at your words. Like the sun rising over the horizon, bringing a new dawn. He wiped your damp cheeks, even if a smile had already spread across your face. Your heart fluttered wildly in your chest like a caged bird as he kissed you. It was sweet and unhurried, the culmination of all the yearning and long-repressed desire.

“And what happens now?” You asked softly.

“Anything we want. The world is our oyster,” he said, giving you a pointed look. “You know, there are lots of beautiful chapels around here.”

You scoffed. “Be serious right now!”

“I am being serious.”

You smacked his arm and rolled your eyes, but still felt a swell of giddiness in your chest. “Don’t push your luck, old geezer”

“Can you please come back to bed now? We really should get more sleep,” he said, tugging you along with him.

“Can you at least uncuff us first?”

“No.”

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bejeweledblondie · 7 months

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Phillip Graves Headcannons

A/N: These are supposed to be somewhat realistic, I lived in Texas for three years on an Army Base & Jesus Christ they’re flooded with plenty of Phillip Graves

Phillip Graves x F! Reader

• You met Phillip while he was on a four-day weekend at a UT vs. Baylor football game

• You were one of the cheerleaders on the sidelines & you caught his eye immediately

• I mean c’mon those shorts & chaps mixed with Pom Poms (The UT Cheer uniform is so stinkin’ cute)

• Your friend pointed him out to you at first

• “Girl that man has been staring at you”

• He was nearly focused on you the entire game, you kept smiling & giggling at him the more he looked

• He found you as you were walking out of the stadium, he asked you out & ofc you said yes

• There’s 100% an age gap (this man’s ego is equally as large as big as Texas)

• If you’re in a sorority he attends the formals with you

• he drives the most lifted extra pick up truck you can imagine

• “Babe can you even see over the damn steering wheel?”

• As you graduate college he proposed to you (with a two carat diamond) & you had a elaborate wedding on his family’s ranch in Texas

• You had multiple wedding dresses designed by Berta bridal

• Surprise Pom dance for him with your cheer teammates

• After the wedding you honeymooned in Italy

• Ofc y’all decided on off post housing so you be able to have every commodity on the planet

• hear me out indoor swimming pool

• Even though you went to college, Graves is a very traditional man he doesn’t want you to work

• You have different hobbies, go to cycle class, shop ofc, get Botox done etc.

• Since he’s a very traditional man I do feel like he’d hold some old fashion views that were engrained in him from childhood

• He’s a religious man to some extent (he’s from Texas there’s no way around that)

• He 100% loves to show you off on & off post

• His Shadows at first were in pure disbelief that he married you, hell some of his Shadows are closer in age to you

• Buys you lululemon work out clothing for the “quality” he loves the way your body looks like those damn align leggings

• You guys do go line dancing & the both of y’all are pretty good at it

• He loves to go to the range to shoot in his free time, & he’s a hunter (I apologize to my fellow animals lovers) but not a trophy hunter

•He conceal carries a handgun at all times

• He makes delicious Deer jerky

• This man collects old Allied WW2 firearms

• He loves History Channel documentaries on WW2

• full on dad stance in front of the tv while watching

• “Honey come look at this!”

• He’s not that old but due to his time in the Marines & current job he does have bad knees, a bad back etc. the cracking his body does is insane

• He does take pills for that & you have to remind him to take them

• Whenever you ask him to read something he whips out his old man glasses

• He is always losing them too, so at work he will wear contacts (no one knows about this at his work)

• “Turn the radio I can’t see”

• He adopted a golden retriever puppy & a German Shepard puppy for you

• They’re your guard dogs when he’s away

• You got pregnant a little bit later in your marriage solely because Phillip was focusing on work a lot in the beginning of your marriage

• He was over the moon excited that you were pregnant

• Your gender reveal was powder inside of a target & be shot at it

• It was blue, you were having a little boy

• He made sure the nursery was set up prior to him leaving

• When you went into labor Phillip was about to go on a mission & it was the most excruciating experience knowing something horrible could’ve happened

• He watched your baby be born on FaceTime. It hurt him to see you upon so much pain & just surrounded by medical staff

• Due to a miscommunication & an ambush he unfortunately got held up

• He didn’t meet your son until a month after you delivered

• He looked at the photo he had of you in his plate carrier in the safe house he was held up in wondering how you & his newborn son were doing

• His Shadows & their significant others gifted you the most beautiful baby gifts once they returned from the missions

• Graves would fall asleep with your baby on his chest in the living room after feeding him in his recliner

• Your son’s little face would be smushed up against Graves’s chest drooling on his t-shirt

• He too would bring your son to work, but once he started crawling (I swear if there’s one thing that will break any hardened military man is a baby)

• Once your little boy is old enough he would play football & baseball

• Graves also helps coach when he can, he too played those sports as a little boy

• He’d also probably take him hunting too & teach him how to live off of the land

• The saying Once a Marine Always a Marine rings true in the Graves’s household

• Just like his old man your little boy joined the Marines

• Graves is a true traditional family man at heart & does everything he can to shield you guys from his line of work

✨NSFW✨

• huge daddy kink, his ego is already big & he loves the idea of you having to rely on him

• Loud office sex whenever you’d visit

• Cockwarming him while he does paperwork

• You’d wiggle around & he’d hold you down

• You went topless in Italy when you went to the beach on your honeymoon, & he constantly was grabbing at your tits

• You adopted the habit of tanning like that in the privacy of your backyard

• Major breeding kink too

• He loves finishing inside of you

• He’ll also use you to take his frustrations out when he’s had a rough day at work

• Lingerie especially red lingerie is his favorite

• He’s 100% a boob man & he’d be happy to pay for fake tits if that’s what you wanted

• You’d 100% wear his cowboy hat while riding him

• He spanks you as a punishment

• You do have sex in the back of his pick up truck under the infamous Texas starry nights

• You two have made so many sex tapes together from all different angles

• He also has so many nudes of you

• One or a couple may have accidentally gotten leaked to his team (this just fed his ego more)

• You’d also probably wear his old marine dress blues for the Marine Corps birthday as you rode him

#cod imagines #call of duty #cod masterlist #ghost call of duty #phillip graves imagine #graves x reader #phillip graves #phillip graves smut #cod graves #graves mw2 #graves smut #ghost x y/n #cod modern warfare #phillip graves x you #phillip graves x female reader

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dreamauri · 9 months

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Hi I live and breathe for your dark fics could you do dark ex Charles Leclerc x reader and it’s kinda like your max fic, Charles kidnaps her or she ran from him and he finally found her

♪ — 𝗟𝗢𝗦𝗧 𝗜𝗡 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗙𝗜𝗥𝗘 dark! charles leclerc x fem! reader (angst/yandere + smut) “. . . peace is short, charles will keep you to himself.”

( general master list | more of charles leclerc ) ( requests )

The only sound you could hear was rain as you ran through the street. stumbling on your feet and shoes, you cried as you did your best to escape your no-longer house, and your no-longer boyfriend.

You eyes were tainted with the memory. Your boyfriend with q tight grip on a crowbar, covered in blood with a dark yet soft gaze, staring into your soul. "Y/N- I can't explain." You didn't wait.

You couldnt stand another second in that household. So you listened to your brain and escaped, running from your calling lover behind. You only gave yourself a break once you reached a train station, slumping in a chair knowing you'd be a safe distance away from the unfamiliar man.

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PRESENT TIME :: 2 years and 6 moths later . . .

You blushed as Mika twirled you as the two of you walked down the street together, sharing an ice-cream cone. Mika was solace, your garden of warmth and joy. She was your first roommate here in Italy, your closest ( and only ) friend.

Although the weight the word friend carried was different. You were the type of friends that shared a bed, cuddled in front of the window while watching it rain, sometimes you took each other on sunset walks, or maybe you shared ice-cream cones like the way you were doing right now.

You were sure your feelings for her surpassed the definition of friends with the way she kissed your cheek, or the way she hugged you and held your hand. Or the way she pressed you in the wall as she kissed you while you showered. Mika was a true blessing in your little world.

"Stay here, sunflower. I'll need to get some guitar strings." She ruffled your hair before entering the music store. You nodded, eyes following her through the window as she talked to a staff member. In the shiny surface of the window, your eyes caught the reflection of the all-to-familiar yet unfamiliar green orbs.

"Charles?" You whipped around to look at him only to come face to face with the crowded market. Gulping, you reach for the door handle only to bump face first into the man you were dreading. "Y/N." His soft french accent flowed into your ears as he pulled you into a hug. "I've been looking for you for so long, amour."

No matter how much you were scared of him, you found yourself shakily hugging him back. "I missed you Y/N. Why did you leave me like that? You left me all alone and I was so sad without you." You couldn't bring yourself to speak, the memories of the night you last saw him playing in your head.

"It's all good now. I found you. We can go home together—" "Excuse me." Pulling away from the hug, Charles turned with an angry face to the voice of disturbance, only to find your blond companion. "You must be Mika." Charles forced a smile, outstretching his hand for her to shake. "My girlfriend told me so much about you."

He wrapped a hand around your hip, squeezing gently to send a message: 'play along'. And you did, you didn't want her to have a similar fate to the pool of blood in your living room back in Monaco. "Yeah." You hesitantly nodded, forcing a smile making Mika return the handshake. "I thought I'd stop by in Italy since its my vacation time. Didn't think I'd run into you two."

"You didn't tell me you were coming." You told him, chuckling weakly. "It was a list minute trip. But I don't regret it. I got to see you again." He was ecstatic, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your temple. "We wont hold you back from looking around any longer, Cheri. Me and Mika have to go home anyways." You tried to pull away only for Charles to hold you in place.

"You can join for dinner if you want. It's normally just us two." Mika offered, which Charles quickly accepted. Arriving to your little house, you slipped your shoes off before moving to the kitchen while Mika went upstairs to fix her guitar.

"Oh how I've missed you." Charles mumbled in your neck, breathing in your scent as he licked you ear. "I was so sad when you left me alone like that. I was only trying to protect you. You broke my heart, Y/N. I thought about you everyday." You shuddered as you felt him press wet kisses to your skin and nape.

"Play time is over now. We have to go home." You could feel yourself tear up, holding in your breath as you shook your head. "No?" His voice darked, gripping your neck tightly as he pushed you into a wall. "Y/N this girl on girl fantasy of yours ends here, You are coming with me." He growled, his fist cutting off your air supply. "Would you rather I eliminate Mika? Or are you going to be nice."

You closed your eyes nodding quickly, tears streaming down your eyes at the thought of your lover receiving a death sentence from this monster. "Good girl, ma jolie." [my beautiful] he whispered in your ear, finally letting you go. "Tell her to get something from the basement. I won't stretch out your playdate for long."

"M-Mika!" "Yeah?" You heard her footsteps jumping down the stairs. "Can you get the Madeleines pans from the basment." "Sweet! Yes!" Mika clapped her hand hungrily as she ran to retived the desired item. "Do you want one or two?" She called upstairs looking between the two pans.

"She says both." Charles replied for you. "That's odd." Mika mumbled taking both as she switched off the light, walking up the stairs. " . . . She always says one." The blond mumbled to herself as she opened the basement door open. Looking at the kitchen, she furrowed her eyes confused at you and your apparent boyfriend's absence. "Y/N? . . . "

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"What do you see in her?" Charles voice was the cratrast of his nice and friendly one from earlier. It was dark and menacing. What do you see in Mika?

Well for starts, they Charles and Max are like fire and water. While Charles was French; Mika was Italian. While Charles had chocolate hair and green eyes; Mika had blond hair and blue eyes. While Charles played the piano, a classical instrument; Mika played the electric guitar for a rock band. And the most obvious reason, one had dick and the other had boobs. Very different fields when it comes to sexual occasions.

Charles wrapped his hand around your waist as he pulled your drugged body through the crowd. You couldn't bring your mouth to reply, only mindlessly walking with him. "She can never ever please you like I do. She can never love you like I do." He whispered angrily in your ear as you started to lose the strength in your feet.

Charles carried you in his back as he walked away from your home. You could only lean your head on his shoulder as your consciousness slowly died out.

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You breath was ragged when you finally woke up in your bed back in Monaco. You tried to pull yourself up only to discover one of your wrists was tied to the bed, literally. You cursed under your breath as you tried to reach for your nightstand drawer where you remember keeping a pocket knife.

"Ah ah." Charles warned, pulling you back from your wrist to face him. "I thought we were playing nice." He reminded you as he brushed his lips over your neck and collar bone. You squeezed upur eyes shut, trying to pull away only for the monegasque to push you face down and take you right then and there. Claiming you once more.

This went of Days which turned into weeks. Desperation fueled your will to break free. Fear clawed at you, urging you to run, to save yourself from the clutches of a man consumed by obsession and such darkness. And although you were always se hesitant to escape even though you knew you were very capable of breaking free, you didn't. Even if you no longer saw him the same way. No matter how many times he touched you or hugged you, the way he came home from a long trip to you or the way he pleased you.

He felt suffocating for the most part. The way his arms hugged your waist in your sleep so you wouldn't break into run or escape. You hated his eyes, so filled with love yet darkness followed you around your prison.

You hated him overall at this point and you couldn't stand another second with this man. Dragging you around the house, shouting at you, touching you, using you, "loving" you. It was too much, you couldn't stand it anymore.

"911, what's your emergency?"

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Your breaths were ragged as you burst into the garden, the moonlight casting eerie shadows around you. Charles' footsteps followed, the pounding of his heart matching yours in a dangerous rhythm. With a chilling desperation, he lunged at you, his hands reaching out to claim you once more.

In a final act of defiance, you caught a nearby crowbar, or maybe even the same one from that night. Your fingers trembling around its cold metal surface. The collision between you and Charles was raw and unyielding, both of you locked in a desperate struggle. Adrenaline surged through your veins, lending you the strength you needed.

"Y/N, stop! You can't escape me," Charles growled, his grip tightening.

With a swift, heart-pounding strike, you managed to swing and hit Charles with the crowbar, his body falling. Panting and shaking, you stared down at the man who had haunted your every waking moment.

You were quick to drop the crow bar, covering your mouth once you processed your actions. His body was limp and still, eyes closed. A gasp left your mouth as you dropped to your knees, eyes tearing up at what you had just done.

He was cold to the touch, and his skin had paled. In a moment of panic you had pulled him in your arms to check if you'd hit the life out of him.

Gripping your hair, you could hear the sirens of the police summoned. Your nails digging in the dirt as you watched Charles try to pick himself up. Wincing as he looked up at you, one eye closed where you aimed.

In a final attempt, Charles manages to catch your crawling away figure. "If I'm going down. You're coming with me." And with one swift move, the chisel end of your fallen weapon had been forced into the skin and flesh of your stomach.

A pained moan left your mouth as you gasped for qir. Charles harshly turned you from your chin and crashed his lips onto yours before he was tackled down and disarmed by authorities.

You watched as he struggled and fought while you pushed yourself away from him, hand over your open stomach.

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The stab wound wasn't too deep. You sat quietly as a medical officer stitched you up while you took in the breaths of fresh air and moon light.

This must've been what freedom felt like. You missed this. A small smile covered your lips as you closed your eyes sighing in relief.

War was over. For the most part . . .

voice notes 🔊 . . . ( this fic features an oc with the name of 'mika giovanni', made by a friend of mine who i cannot tag because he doesn't have Tumblr >=( you can check out mika HERE. want to feature your oc? send a dm or drop them in my inbox)

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cloudybarnes · 2 years

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love for the ages

Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x reader

Summary: you’ve loved elijah for a thousand years, and you’ll love him for a thousand more

Word Count: 1.3k+

Warnings: none!

Masterlist

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You’d known the Mikaelsons for a very long time. For almost your entire life you were one of them. Growing up with the Mikaelsons was something you look back on from time to time.

Being kids running through the trails, hiding out from the wolves in your village, and dueling with Niklaus and Elijah almost everyday just to put them in their place was your definition of a good life. Your family was nothing like the Mikaelson family. They were always so close knit, and they welcomed you with open arms.

You loved them dearly, but you loved one of them different from the rest.

Elijah Mikaelson was your love.

You had completely fallen for this Mikaelson brother, and you had fallen quite hard.

“(Y/N)!” Elijah called out, two swords in hand. You lightly smiled at him as he smirked and tossed you one of the blades.

“You challenge me to a duel?” You played. “You ought to be careful who you challenge around here Lijah,” you teased, “one day I won’t be so kind as to hold back.”

“Oh is that so?” He chuckled with an amused smile. He playfully wielded his sword and motioned you towards him. “Don’t hold back, m’lady.”

You giggled as you whipped the sword around, swinging it in circles as you’ve been practicing. Elijah watched with a proud smile on his face as you got into a fighting stance.

“You are not ready for what’s about to come Lijah,” you teased.

Before you could even begin a duel, Niklaus’ cry echoed through the village.

You and Elijah dropped your swords and ran out to where Niklaus was walking. The rest of the Mikaelson family came in tow from their shack.

You gasped as you took notice of what Niklaus carried in his hands. Their youngest brother Henrik dead in Niklaus’ arms.

Rebekah sobbed as she saw her smallest brother lifeless.

From that moment on, a lot had changed for the Mikaelson family.

After their mother Ester had turned them into vampires, she couldn’t bare the thought of losing you, the girl she called her other daughter.

After the Mikaelson family had all of their splits, and falling outs, and daggerings, you were still there, but you were there for one Mikaelson sibling more than the rest.

Elijah was absolutely, positively infatuated with you.

The more time you spent together, as time went on and the hours turned to days, the days to weeks, the weeks, to years, and the years to centuries with you, he couldn’t see you in any other light. You were the one for him.

It was late in the 1400s when Elijah finally expressed to you how he felt. You, him, and Niklaus were living together in Italy, and he had finally gotten the courage to explain just how much you meant to him.

A party was going around. Niklaus had thrown it in hopes of drawing out the doppelganger to break his timely curse.

As you danced with the strangers around you, Elijah watched from the wall.

“My, my, brother,” Niklaus tsked, “I’d thought that by now you’d have expressed your love for (Y/N).” He smirked as he watched his brother roll his eyes. “Or at least got the courage to pursue her.”

Elijah scoffed, “it is not as simple as you may think, brother. (Y/N) is the best kind of woman. She’s kind and delicate. Even after all we’ve been through, she manages to see the light in every situation.”

Elijah scanned his eyes over the room, a crowd of people surrounded you, all wanting to join in on the fun dance you are having. “She lights up every room, and people just want to be around her. She will meet a million people in this eternal lifetime, and I don’t want to get caught up with my feelings and end up losing her to one of them.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Lijah, why do you always have to be so negative?” Klaus scoffed. “Get over there and ask her to dance. I know for certain she will be swooning over you so hard she’ll forget how to even move her feet.”

Elijah chuckled at this, and took a few more minutes to watch you dance, thinking long and hard if he really wanted to do this. He decided he didn’t want to sit around and wait for some other man to sweep you off his feet. He wanted to be the one to do so.

In a flash, Elijah was off the wall and in the middle of the dance floor, right where you resided.

When you saw him beside you, your eyes lit up and a smile graced your face.

“My, my,” you teased, “I’d never thought I’d see the day where the Elijah Mikaelson joined me on the dance floor.”

Elijah chuckled and lightly rubbed the back of his neck. “It would have happened eventually, darling. We’ve got an eternity of life to live together.”

His eyes slightly widened as he heard what he said. “Not that I mean our lives together together like romantically, more that we’re both immortal and we happen to spend all of our time together. Us and Niklaus of course, but mainly us.”

Elijah was a stammering mess at this point, but that only made your heart rate pick up. You thought it was adorable when he got nervous around you. You liked that you were the only thing in this world that made him nervous.

“I know what you’re saying Lijah.” You smiled as you placed a hand on his shoulder. “Although, would it really be such a terrible thing?”

Elijah cocked his head in confusion. “Would... you mean would being together romantically be a bad thing?”

You nodded your head as you shyly waited for his response. You didn’t want to wait any longer. It had been centuries since you first started loving Elijah, and you didn’t want to sit behind these bottled up feelings any longer.

Elijah’s heart was racing. He was trying to find the words to say how he felt without joyfully screaming in your face.

He couldn’t contain his emotions, and a grin broke out onto his face. “(Y/N), I fear if I back out now I’ll never have another opportunity to tell you this.”

You stared into his eyes, your heart racing, pulsing out of your chest as you hang on to every word he says.

Elijah opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. He blubbed like a fish before he shook his head and chuckled a little which made you giggle.

“I’m sorry, you just still make me nervous after all these years.” He confessed.

“I make you nervous?”

Elijah wet his lips as he stared down at yours. “Your beauty makes me nervous. Your confidence and your kindness pull me in. You intelligence and strength keeps me going. You are everything to me, (Y/N).”

Elijah never broke eye contact. As he poured his heart out to you, you could see in his eyes that he meant every last word of what he said.

“I love you, (Y/N).” He breathed out. “I’ve always loved you.”

That was just the beginning.

Since that day in the late 1400s, Elijah has always had you by his side.

Present day, almost a thousand years since you’ve first fallen for him, you still knew that he was the man you wanted to spend your eternity with. Elijah was just as loving and sweet as he was the day he confessed his love for you.

Once he had you, all he did was worship the ground you walked on. He wanted to be your best friend, your partner in crime, your lover, and your rock all in one.

And he was.

Elijah was everything you could have ever asked for, and you couldn’t wait to spend the rest of your eternity with the man your heart belonged to.

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lovedrots · 1 year

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little moments

iii . little moments - p.p. x reader ᥫ᭡

synopsis : you spend the last days of your trip to italy with the boy you admire most. ( includes one-bed!trope and mutual pining )

warnings : creepy pedo old(ish) men, mild swearing, very, very rushed. this is the first time i have written in a while. :( unedited, not proof-read !!

a/n : this is my first time writing in . . . a long time ! so please note that this likely isn’t very smooth, nor is it proof-read / edited. also i am begging you guys to give me requests in my inbox .. i gotta write more !!

word count : 6,921

italy ; 1:56 p.m.

venice was supposed to be fun.

this was supposed to be your opportunity to get away from your parents, to live out your cliche teenage late-night dreams with your closest friend, betty.

but instead, you were stuck trailing her and her new boy-toy, ned leeds.

it wasn’t that you didn’t like ned. no, he was funny. kind. but what bothered you was that he had wormed his way right into the middle of your plans. betty and you had put together list of what you wanted to do: sneak out at night to drink hot cocoa on the roof, pet the pigeons, take every boat you saw … of course, those were all thrown out the window.

and it didn’t really help, that ned’s best friend, peter parker wasn’t around. you hoped that he would at least have his – rather cute – best friend by his side, but it seemed that even he wasn’t content on watching ned and betty suck each other’s faces off.

understandable.

turning your attention from the pale waters, you tried to catch your blonde friend’s gaze – mission failed. you pursed your lip, fingers picking at each other. you were getting antsy, with a need to go something. anything.

“have you guys checked out the saint mark’s basilica yet?” you quipped, sliding in front of them. you were sick of trailing them like a helpless dog.

“doesn’t look fun,” ned muttered, dark eyes glued to betty’s grinning face. and the other didn’t even think it proper to reply. neither of them seemed to notice you, as they brushed past, the girl’s shoulder bumping yours in the process.

your face flushed with something resembling anger – both because of their lack of attention, and the fact that you may have been a little jealous of the couple. just a little. who wouldn’t be? sure, you could say they were just in the honeymoon phase, but the way they looked at each other still had you yearning for more than your life offered. when would you get to experience that? just thinking about it had you kicking your feet, fireworks going off in your tummy.

though you would never admit it, some nights, you would imagine yourself sleeping beside someone. it made you feel … safe, when no one else did.

that’s when you realized that you had stopped dead in your tracks, ned and betty out of sight. you frantically looked around, e/c eyes scanning heads as you stood on your toes. shit. gone.

“lost, amore?” a old, sultry voice rasped. you turned to see a man – likely in his fifties – looking you up and down. though he was smiling, it was certainly nothing kind.

lost? you weren’t lost. just exploring, yeah? you knew where you were; the cream walls, beige roof of the building to your left … the totally familiar waters …

okay, sure. you were lost.

but you couldn’t tell a stranger that!

“no, sir,” you replied, and though you tried to put strength into your voice, it still managed to come out as nothing more than a squeak. “i was just – just looking around. i’ve been here tons of times.”

you began inching backwards, uncomfortable with the older man and unfamiliarity of the situation. though you were sure he had no ill intentions, (were you?) you were rather put off by his use of such an intimate name. after all, you were a teenager; very obviously one, too.

“please, miss! you look –”

you stumbled into a hard surface, warmth seeping into your back, an oomph leaving whatever it is that you crashed into.

you spun on your heel, whipping your head up to look at – peter parker. oh, just the person you needed to see, you thought, sarcasm pounding your head. your gaze shot from man to boy, as if unsure where to focus. you were jet-lagged, disoriented, and maybe a little creeped out.

setting your eyes on peter, you tried to channel your feelings of long (momentary) suffering through the irises. though, in all honesty, you probably looked like a drunken madwoman. but when your e/c eyes met his, the honey-brown so enchanting, you felt a little more secure. it wasn’t quite a warm, safe blanket; after all, you didn’t really know the boy. you’d only watched him from afar. stuffing books in his locker (they often fell out), sneakily mixing chemicals in the lab (you could never tell what, exactly, it was), tapping his foot to taylor swift songs when he thought so one was looking.

yeah, you were smitten.

“sorry mister;” came his wavering voice, “she’s got me!”

sorry? you ‘got him?’ needless to say, you were baffled. never had you ever spoken to the brunette, yet he was acting as if you were the best of pals. you gave him a quizzical look, nearly crossing your arms. but the silence, the bothered look on the elder’s face, had you playing along. “pete!” you choked out, the nickname forcing itself through your teeth, “i was looking everywhere for you.”

“i was down by the – the docks,” he quipped, scratching the nape of his neck. he – rather reluctantly – placed his palm on your shoulder. Though his composure was stiff, and his acting skills horrible, you had no other choice.

feigning annoyance, you crossed your arms, thick brows knitting. “you could’ve answered my texts!” for the fun of it, you fished your cell phone from your back pocket, swinging it between your fingers.

he huffed, tapping his foot. now you were really getting into it, the little squabble. “my phone was dead! you try replying to messages with a pitch-black screen?”

the two of you shot back and fourth for god knew how long, pointing, grumbling, and prodding at each other. To the two of your, your humorous scene was only a few moments long. but, by the time you’d calmed down, laughter at the tips of your tongues, the man had drifted away. last you had checked, he was staring down the two of you with awe and anger, mouth opening and closing each time there was a heartbeat of silence, as if to interject.

the giggles finally bubbled up, leaving your lips in a string of gurgles as you attempted to suppress them. your newfound travel companion, upon hearing your racket, couldn’t help but explode. Peter doubled over, clamping a hand to his mouth, as if to stifle his guffaws; but, it was no use. both of you look utterly insane, like drugged maniacs.

but he thought your laughter was one of the prettiest things he had ever heard.

though, you didn’t know that. you were convinced that you sounded like a crow that had just drunken twelve bottles of whiskey. plus, you were too busy admiring his joy, through the whisps of hair that fell into your face as he chuckles subsided.

you averted your eyes, pupils refusing to shrink back. “thanks. for helping me back there, i mean. that guy was … something.”

he nodded in agreement, a boyish, lopsided grin plastered to his face. “oh, um, anytime!”

you suspected he would be on his way. that he’d turn around, and you would be left alone again.

instead, he analyzed you, head to toe; the hydrangea-print top, the sun-kissed cheeks and nose. you thought you looked like a sloppily put-together mess, but peter thought you looked dream-worthy. “i didn’t know you knew who i am.” he said once he collected his thoughts.

you blinked, your only sign of surprise, ‘till you spoke. “who doesn’t know peter parker? you’re basically the only reason our decathlon team wins every show-down. smartest guy we know!”

was that too much? perhaps you had made him uncomfortable. you only just topped yourself before you could have slipped out something along the lines of, plus, you’re gorgeous. very handsome. i like to watch you in class, you’re so pretty.

but, even when he wore an embarrassed blush on his cheeks, his grin grew impossibly wider, his chest puffing in pride. “i mean – i try. not the smartest, though. try mr. stark. he’s a real genius,” he rambled. “and, hey, you’re pretty smart, too. mrs. warren seems to like you! you always get good grades in her class.”

“you notice?” you rose a brow.

“well, i sit directly behind you, so it’s kind of hard not to listen to it. that’s the only reason. it’s not like i’m a stalker or anything!”

of course, he wasn’t watching you because of some feelings. it was just by chance. if you sat at the opposite end of the room, he probably wouldn’t even know that you’re in his class, for thor’s sake.

needless to say, you were butthurt. but you couldn’t let it show through.

even so, you only found the strength to nod, watching the waters of venice ripple. how could you have gotten your hopes up? you rubbed your arms, droplets of the rivers spraying them with each crash of the tides. you hated the silence. it was your chance; your chance to prove that you were worth becoming friends with. but your awkwardness, your shyness, kept you from saying a word.

you looked up at his face, expecting him to be looking right back – but instead, those puppy eyes were glued elsewhere, to the dark wood planks at your feet.

maybe, he was as nervous as you were.

you cleared your throat, shifting your posture a few more times than it would be, if you were casual. “you haven’t got anyone else, or any plans right now … right?” you tried, foot tapping.

“No, no no!” he quickly ushered, hands that were once behind his back now set in a defensive position. “none at all. i just wanted to walk around, y’know?” he bit his already rouge lips, the action only emphasizing the color in his face. “d’you want to join me? if you don’t, that’s fine! i mean, we only just really met, and it might seem kind of weird. not that i’m weird. am i? i don't think so, i just –”

oh, you were helpless for this man. the way he went on a tangent, deep eyes sparking, you had fallen far before you could really acknowledge it. your stomach was doing summersaults, head feeling light, but not quite dizzy. when were you going to wake up from this dream? you wanted to pinch yourself.

“oh, no, i’d love to . . weirdo,” you added with a quick wink. you weren’t flash, after all; you’d never intentionally bully the poor guy.

peter shook his head, curls bouncing as his face contorted further into a content happiness.

you slipped your phone into the front pocket of your jeans, slipping past him to launch into a slow stroll. you almost instinctively reached out a hand for him to take, as though to guide him, but you pulled away as quick as it came up.

the two of you were oh-so close, shoulders nudging every so often as you walked. it wasn’t always this way; at first, you’d been feet upon feet apart. but as you spoke, you seemed to gravitate towards the enter – or, towards each other.

“but, blueberry pie has such a good balance of sweetness, and the texture is so much more . . it’s just nicer!” you insisted, upon peter bringing up his favorite pie.

“but –” he countered, “that place down the street from delmars? best cherry pie ever.”

you shrugged, mocking offense. “well, i’ve never had it! how should i know?”

he scoffed, hand to his heart. “fine. when we get back from europe, first thing we’re doing? i’m taking you there. and ordering two slices of cherry pie, extra ice-cream.’

if we even make it that far, you wanted to mutter, but held your tongue. instead. you jabbed at his shoulder. “yeah, yeah. i’m holding you to that.”

your bantering, since the little skit you put on, never seemed to stop. but your differences never made your heart beat less for him; it only made you more curious. one of the most interesting, being his view on heroes in comparison to yours.

“i appreciate them; i do,” you had said, “but they can’t save us all. kids still go missing. murders still happen. it’s impossible to stop.”

“but they try! they’re humans, too,” he countered. though his tone was harsher than you were used to, you didn’t miss the kindness, the understanding, in his eyes.

“i know,” you said softly. “but – they always say they’re going to ‘save everyone.’” you paused, fiddling with the hem of your sleeve. “it’s – it’s why i like spider-man, actually.”

you found it curious, how his eyes widened, and his cheeks grew crimson. “what do you mean?” he squeaked out.

“well; he’s not like those other heroes. he looks out for all of us. robberies, drunk drivers … stuff that most of the avengers wouldn’t bother watching out for. i admire him.”

“somebody’s gotta watch out for the little guys,” he murmured as if you couldn’t hear. and those words, stuck in the back of your mind for the rest of the day.

somebody’s gotta look out for the little guys, huh?

italy, 6:34 p.m.

it was dusk, by the time you had left again. hours before, peter parker had walked you to your hotel, where you weren’t surprised to find betty missing. likely with ned, peter had scoffed. you nodded, shrugging. at least you has some peace to yourself. you had shared an awkward moment before he left; he had gone in for a side-hug, while you had expected a full-on one. this had both of you struggling to find a comfortable way to meet, before you settled on a less-than-shitty … fist bump. yeah. a fist bump.

you groaned at the memory, shaking your head. you needed something to clear your head. and that ‘something’ was a boat ride!

you wove through the busy streets, eyes glued onto the boat-stop, humming with delight as you watched one pull into view and –

“rose, lovely?”

you jolted once more, struck into reality as a man in a cap resembling a beanie held out a singular red rose. you shook your head, cursing yourself for not avoiding the packed walkways.

“american, yes?” he tried again, signaling the flower in his hand with the dip of his head.

opening your mouth to offer a curt reply, you instead felt a familiar hand on your shoulder. “um – hi, sorry to interrupt, man. y/n?”

you quickly spun to see peter parker behind you, yet again. “peterrr … hi!!” you quipped, a fake grin splat on the panes of your face.

“hey,” he smiled back, sliding his fingers from your shoulderblade to your hand, entwining them with yours. “let’s get our boat, yeah?” he gave your hand a gentle tug towards the dock, his other occupied with a small pale bag, making a point to raise the one holding yours just enough for the capped boy to see. and, though you shouldn’t have, you squeezed his palm just a little tighter. to remind the fluttering of your heart, that it was real.

when you sat on the slick bench of he raft, peter, alarmed by the pools of water on said bench, shrugged his jacket off, swiftly placing it where you were aiming just before you took your seat. you gave him a quizzical look, to which he replied, “i just – i just didn’t want your jeans to be ruined! they’re pretty.” his voice wavered, soft.

his little display of respect had you over the moon. and though everyone else was out of sight, you hadn’t let go. side by side, hands clasped, the two of you seemed to look opposite ways. you towards the city lights, and peter towards the open waters. but, in reality? you were looking at each other when the other turned away. it was like a game of whack-a-mole, to catch one another red handed. the few times your eyes met, you felt your skin ignite.

the entire ride, not a word was exchanged. but you never moved away. you would feel the occasional squeeze to your hand, which you would respond with one of equal gentleness. They seemed to communicate, ‘is this okay?’

it was short, sweet, the crossing not lasting anything more than ten minutes. when you stepped out, you seemed frozen. his irises, illuminated by fairy lights, were so sweet, like pools of milk chocolate.

but, nothing good lasts forever. the worker on the boat coughed once. twice.

right; money.

you slid your hands into your pockets, grabbing from your wallet … but the boat as gone as soon as you looked back up. peter was sliding a wrecked, leather-bound square back into his pants. you sighed deeply, rolling your eyes. “oh, please. you couldn’t have let me pay you back at least once?”

“pay me back for what?” he asked innocently.

you scoffed, dropping the wallet back where it came. “yeah, yeah, mister hero …” you shook your head, though you could feel tingles of a smile warping the edges of your lips. he had let got of your hand to pay, and though it did not find yours again, you could feel the ghost of his touch linger on your skin. “we have got to stop meeting like this,” you added, referring to the assistance he offered you. two times, now, had he led you away from odd men in this foreign land.

peter shrugged, fiddling with the handle of his paper bag. “at least i means we meet, somehow.” though his words came off as casual, there was a strain in his voice. as if he wanted to say more. “besides; if i didn’t turn out, where else would you be?”

rolling your eyes, your eyes followed the sun, watching it sink below the horizon. “i had it covered …” but, upon seeing his face drop a fraction, you felt yourself soften like warm wax. “okay, maybe i didn’t. you saved my ass, i admit it.” you rose your hands in surrender, a tight-lipped beam lighting your face.

he seemed to perk right up, like a dog receiving praise, posture straightening with delight. you could practically envision a wagging tail.

and you didn’t mind it, when your fingers drifted into his once more as you led each other back to where your class was gathered.

italy, 2:12 a.m.

you kicked your feet beneath the thick bedsheets, the absence of your friend hitting you like a ton of bricks. originally, the two of you planned to stay up late in face-masks, drinking smoothies and eating chocolates. but, where was she now?

with her new boyfriend, obviously. and thor knew how the hell betty managed to sneak into his room.

actually – never mind. your teachers were too much of a deadbeat, to pay attention to the lot of you the middle of the night.

you wrestled with the duvet for a few more moments, both hot and cold wrecking your body. blanket on? too hot. blanket off? too cold. how did people even manage, in such conditions?

you felt your feet touch the fuzz of your slippers as you swung up, laced night-dress crinkling against linen. you wanted to sleep, so badly, yet it never came. each time you closed your eyes, stars would appear, and you would replay your walk home with peter in your head. it was all so strange. you had met only today, really, and it felt like he was your ‘soulmate.’

or, maybe it was you trying to convince yourself that things could work out between you and the coffee-eyed boy.

you kicked your legs, emitting soft thuds to the mattress, unsure of what to do. you’d tried listening to ambience between the time of 1:34 to 1:56, but that didn’t seem to work, though it often times did. you also attempted the classic, ‘counting sheep.’ but, when does that ever really work. you even got so distracted, that you had begun to name the damned sheep that were jumping over your little imaginary fence.

your personal favorites were sir mcwooly and baaa-rney.

toddling over to the small desk by the hotel’s queen’s bed, you rubbed your arms, feeling the goosebumps spiking up on your skin. you sat on the swiveling chair, the small lamp as blinding as the sun when you turned it on. you seethed, squinting as you made a grab for the miniature sketchpad and pen assortment you had packed

you scribbled away, filling pages with tiny stars, before your hand began to flow out portraits of your friends. first, betty; with her shining blonde hair, her sugar-sweet grin. you doodled her and ned, despite the small crack in your heart at the thought of them so happy together. you drew them on the flight together, when you had been kicked out your seat to sit behind them, watching the new couple giggle through the cracks. you added little notes, complaining about their mushiness, about how empty they made you feel.

Needless to essay, the page was ripped from the booklet.

your pen found it’s way to paper once again, this time, the lines forming the familiar silhouette of peter. you started with his doe-brown eyes, making emphasis on the shining in them, the familiarity. though you enjoyed drawing each part of him, something about those eyes had you grounded to them. and it showed; when you were finished – or, more specifically, you noted how cliche you were acting – anyone could see the emphasis you’d placed on his irises. darker than all else in the portrait, white cut-outs of hearts and stars, if you looked close enough, bright against the ink.

you shook your head, gingerly, not to break the paper, tearing the page from the notebook. you set it aside, atop your previous project. the cold was getting to you; you were shaking like a wet dog, and, god, did you feel like you were sick. the small blotches of pen-gel on your hands didn’t help the look. it was like you were catching the plague.

padding for the suitcase propped against the wall, you dug through it, slipping a alpaca-fur sweater over your head. it would leave a mess of hairs, later, but in the moment, it was worth the suffering.

only issue was, your hands were still cold as ever. but you knew just what to do.

italy, 2:59 a.m.

the aroma of milk chocolate wafted through the room, the small kitchen’s floorboards creaking as you twirled and bobbed your head like a bird. you had your earbuds shoved deep into your ears, ramones blasting through the tiny speakers. you were careful to avoid the odd, slimy bits in the floor. though venice was a beautiful city, your academy didn’t seem inclined on letting the lot of you stay in a nice hotel.

whatever; the trip was free, anyways. you’d take what you could get.

you dipped your spatula into the thick, italian-style cocoa, buzzing with delight as you licked a speck of the liquid from your finger. heavy, yet delicious. even just a drop, was like a cup’s worth of flavor of those sad, little packets of hot-chocolate at home.

you poured a bit of the mixture into a small mug, surprised to find a good half of it left in the pot. you groaned, realizing that you did not, in fact, have a personal fridge to store the drink in for later. and you didn’t trust anyone from your class to not steal it from the hotel’s storage unit, if you chose to keep it there.

you’d have to gulp down the whole damned container. it was like sipping on melted-down icing.

you absent-mindedly poured the rest into a matching cup, grumbling at the spare dish you’d clean. you whispered the lyrics to the song playing through your ipod, foot tapping – rather noisily – on the old wood planks.

but, your peace was short-lived.

a small voice seemed to echo you, repeating the very lyrics you thought only you could hear. you pulled one of the buds out, head whipping about until you came face-to-face with peter, who was leant against the cracked doorframe, muttering to the very lyrics you were whispering.

you froze up, quarter-full pot in hand. like a deer in the headlights. “a ramones fan?” you squeaked out as soon as you remembered that you had a voice.

“yeah – yeah. they’re cool,” he replied with equal eagerness. though he made an attempt to look casual, the constant shift in position and blush staining his cheeks opposed it. “how many song d’you know?”

“not many. this just showed up on my playlist, i guess,” you clarified, not quite meeting his gaze.

“oh! that’s fine. music is kinda subjective. and the ramones aren’t exactly in style now, so –”

you cut the poor boy off with a chuckle, holding out a cup of chocolate to him. “now, don’t undermine your tastes over me. hell, i’d be happy to listen sometime.”

“really?” the panes of his face seemed to heighten with joy. “awesome. people don’t usually .. they don’t tend care about that, y’know?”

you nodded, letting go of the mug as he took hold if it’s handle, fingers brushing yours with a spark. “it’s the little things that matter, though. i mean, imagine having someone who just knows everything about you like that?”

he gazed into the cup with wonder, as if pondering your words. “yeah … i mean. it would be easier than having to explain every little thing to ned,” he stuffy joked, scratching at his neck (again; a habit, it seemed) as if there was a switch to turn his awkward energy off.

you gave a polite giggle, leaning over the dusty counter, drink in hand. this silence seemed to be a reoccurring thing between the two of you. you would look anywhere, but each other, until you caught one-another red handed in the act. each time your eyes met, you melted a little, seeing the warmth behind them. and a sprinkle of something else. something dark. lonely. sad.

peter cautiously swiped a tinge of chocolate from the inner rim of the pot, tasting it, with a hum of approval. he took a soggy paper towel off the rack, wiping his fingers free of the sweet treat, before clearing his throat once. twice.

you looked back up, watching him frantically digging through the pockets of his jeans; front left. front right. back left. back right.

… the item he was looking for was, actually, in his hoodie.

when he at last came across it, a wide grin spread across his face, a depiction of relief. you caught a glimpse of red, shining against the soft light of the kitchen lamp.

“turn around?” he pleaded, fiddling with … whatever it was.

though you weren’t sure if you could trust it, the innocent, hopeful look on his face had your knees weak. so you obeyed.

you nearly gasped as you felt warm, calloused hands caress your neck, shifting your hair over your right shoulder. and as, in contrast, a cool metal chain was placed around your throat. as he clasped it together, he seemed to linger there, hands unnecessarily raking through your strands.

not that you minded.

you took the jewelry – a necklace – between your fingers, heart puddling to find a rose made of red glass resting on your skin. “oh, pete … why?”

“i just – i-admire-you, you-know? i-mean,have-you-seen-how-you-work-in-decathlon? or-how-you-help-mrs. warren, even-though-she-can-be-a-little … difficult. not-that-she’s-bad! no! and, um. you’re-gorgeous. not-in-a-creepy-way, but – still. yeah.”

boy, was he out of breath. you could barely understand a thing he said. “peter … i seriously didn’t catch a word of that. slow down, yeah?”

his cheeks grew scarlet as he nodded. “i was just saying that i, kind of, admire you i guess?”

you blinked, fingers that were fidgeting with the bud now frozen. “you admire me? peter parker? well, i must’ve done something right,” you laughed – not quite understanding that his words were, actually, a confession, and not words similar to that of a student and a mentor.

you didn’t catch the grimace of disappointment that passed over his face.

“right … yeah. of course,” he assured, taking a large step back. did your breath smell? you pondered, shoulders tensing. but he only padded to the spare cup, giving you a look of inquiry – to which you nodded – as he picked the ceramic up, taking a swig from the thick drink. you grinned as he pulled away from the mug, upper lip lined with deep brown.

“you’ve got something there,” you quipped, jutting your chin towards his face. he took a swipe at his mouth, missing the small puddle by an inch or two. again. again. by the time he’d given up, you were struggling not to spill your hot chocolate as you guffawed. you tip-toed to his silhouette, napkin in hand, and quickly swiped the dessert off his skin. “there, dork. all fixed up,” you declared.

the smile on his lips quivered, as though to keep it from turning into a full-on, toothy smirk. you lingered, body soaking up the heat radiating off of him. how you longed to touch him, to feel his skin against yours. and oh, gods, how he smelled. warm apple pie, laced with fresh rain.

you wondered if he tasted just as sweet.

but you couldn’t think that way. you shouldn’t have. what you wanted, what you knew, was nothing more than a fantasy. you only ever watched peter parker from the sidelines. hell, you didn’t know what his favorite food was. his favorite colors. all you knew was his favorite subject, how he tugged at his curls while we was stressed. the way he bounced his leg as your teacher spoke, pink lip tugged between his teeth. though, you could never really tell if he was really focusing; the boy’s eyes were always glossy, clouded. like he wasn’t really there. at this point, you were confident he lived inside his laptop screen.

except for the fact that he answered every damned question he was asked.

seriously, it had you rethinking your own intellect.

you didn’t grin back, your own foolishness taking a toll on your mood. you stumbled your way to the sink, his heat leaving your body feeling empty. setting your mug down with a clunk, you couldn’t meet peter’s curious gaze. “i’ve – got to sleep. early day tomorrow, yeah?” your voice was weak, no matter how hard you tried to bring humor to it.

and as you tuned to leave, what you didn’t catch, was the crushed look on your love interest’s face.

the moment you had reached your hotel, you were rather dejected to see betty missing. you scoffed, face-planting on your side of the queen-sized bed, right hand unconsciously shooting up to protect the glass art around your neck from the harsh impact. you gripped it just a fraction tighter as you sighed into the pillows, the heaviness of silence dragging anxiety from the depth of your heart.

it took you a few minutes, to find the strength to get up. but when you did, you slipped into a silken night gown, wrapping your skin in a thick robe to protect it from the cold air. your face was slathered in a gray mask, hair pushed back by a baby-blue headband. you could feel the clay on your face drying, sending a strange tingling sensation through your flesh. ick.

your eyes welled with disappointment as you stared at yourself in the mirror. were you selfish, for wanting your best friend back? you were supposed to be doing this together, face-masks and all. but instead, you had been abandoned for some guy. you blinked back your worries, determined not to let your sullied mood ruin your almost perfectly dried clay. instead, you took a deep exhale, eyes trained on the knob of the hotel’s front door.

it was as if you had summoned it with your eyes; a sharp, quick knock at the dead of night.

you blinked, almost confident that you had been hearing things. but it came again, once. twice. three timed, before you approached it, scowling. if she was going to stay so long with her boyfriend, why come back now?

“you should have just stayed where you were,” you bit out as you swung the door wide open, huffing. your voice was venom, and deep down, you were sure you’d overreacted. but you were hurt. “really, bett! it’s – what – three in the –”

were betty’s eyes always such a deep shade of brown? you didn’t remember her hair being so short.

oh.

you blinked back your angry tears, wishing you could take each little word back. you’d been a fool, for lashing out at your friend – much less, the wrong one. you rubbed your eyes, barely missing the crusted clay inches beneath. “peter?” you coughed.

“bad timing?” he swallowed, taking a step back from the door; an offer to leave, if you so chose. you felt your heart crack, just a fraction, as you shook your head quickly, opening your door a bit wider.

“more like, bad situation,” you shrugged, far too embarrassed to look him in the eye. “what . . .” you continued, “what are you here for?”

peter’s mouth pinched, as if he was thinking carefully for his next line of words. “i got kicked out,” he finally admitted, a sheepish grin pulling at the panes of his face. “betty took my side of the bed, and i didn’t really want to listen to them flirt all night.”

you giggled, a warm rush coating your skin as you nodded. “you should have seen them earlier,” you replied, spirits lifted with his caring presence. “i couldn’t even get a hold of the girl, for god’s sake. she’s infatuated.” you took a deep breath. the memory wounded you, but it felt nice – to laugh about it with someone who understood. “did you . . want to come in?” you finally asked after a heartbeat, suddenly feeling self-conscious. you looked like a grizzly bear, in your fluffy turtleneck and your dark clay mask.

but he didn’t seem to mind. hell, little did you know, he thought you looked beautiful. sure, he enjoyed watching you from his seat in chemistry. enjoyed gazing at you as you bit your lip while working through an equation, or how you raked your hand through your hair idly, when your fingers had little to do. but above all, he enjoyed this the most. you, in your rawest, most natural state.

“yes. yes, please,” he quipped, slipping past you, into your dimly lit hotel. you trailed after him, the air far heavier than it had been moments ago. what were you to do? the boy you’d been eyeing for ages now stood in the center of your room, looking lost and helpless.

sucking on a tooth, you sighed, “just . . . sit, yeah?” you pulled out the office chair to your right, rolling it just behind him, like the gentleman (gentlewoman, you supposed) you were. “i’ve got to wash this—“ you gestured to your skin, caked in product, “—off my face.”

you excused yourself with a forced grin, despite the butterflies in your stomach. even if you were happy, you were far more bashful than anything else. you gazed into the mirror as you shut the bathroom door behind you, noting the texture of your skin, the dryness of your lips, the bags beneath your eyes. you looked like the devil herself, ruined and exhausted.

you gently scrubbed the mask off, turning the mini-towel you had brought a light grey, so as not to irritate your skin. you didn’t want to teeter out looking like a seeded strawberry.

once your skin shone with water, not a trace of dirt beneath, you dug through your bag for a plethora of items; chapstick, moisturizer, a nightgown, a hairbrush . . . it took you little over twenty minutes, to took anything like the girl you were, this morning.

slipping out the washroom, you tugged at the sleeves of your nightgown, the beige a contrast to the deep red trousers he had chosen.

“so!” you clapped, falling back onto the plush mattress of the hotel bed. “you can take the bed, and i will take the . . . couch.” though it was soggy, and looked a strange color, you couldn't bear the guilt of making him sleep on it. he’d already been kicked from him own room, for christ’s sake.

you had expected relief to wash over his face, but instead, he panicked. “no. no! i can’t let you do that,” he gave you a pointed look, his eyes darting between the cushions and you. “i intruded. i’ll take the couch,” he announced, sitting up a bit straighter.

you were having none of it. “oh, please. you cured my loneliness. i wasn’t the one who got kicked out of my own hotel, was i?”

the brunette’s lips tightened, as though he was about to give in. you watched him hopefully, your tummy fluttering with absolutely glee as a sigh loosened. “yeah. yeah, okay.” he broke out in a grin, and though it looked sweet . . . mischief lurked beneath it. “if,” he continued, peter’s nervous aura replaced with a sly air, “and only if you’re willing to share. i know those couches suck, probably full of germs and mold . . .”

you cringed, remembering the soggy floorboards and furniture of the foyer. did you really want to sleep on . . . that? you could already feel the stale, reeking water encasing your arms. shaking your head, you finally replied. “you’re . . . awfully stubborn. fine. only because i can’t stand the smell.”

the boy before you, however, seemed taken aback, cheeks glowing a red hue. had he not expected you to agree? you stifled a giggle behind a cough, padding to the bed, testing the springs of the mattress with your fingers. “are you tired?”

“very,” he admitted, wincing. “being out all day . . . yeah.”

“right.” guilt washed over you. it was your fault, wasn’t it? you had wanted to explore, and he complied, for your benefit. you sat, patting the space to your right. “please, sleep. i’ll be in soon! i just need to text bett.”

he looked up at you curiously, honey-brown eyes sparkling in the dim light.

you giggled, resisting the urge to ruffle his already-messy hair. “i don’t want her coming back in te morning to a boy in my bed, with no explanation.”

“oh. oh.” his expression as it kicked in, had you rolling. he was distressed, burning up, his words incoherent and quick as lightning. you – gently – slapped his shoulder.

“get your mind out of the gutter, and go to bed,” you ordered, leaping to your feet to retrieve your phone. you could hear the rusting of duvets and sheets, as he settled in. and only then, did you let yourself really think. you had just invited your gods-forsaken crush to sleep in your bed. with you in it. you were so wound up in nerves, you didn’t even text your friend. you doubted she’d even come back, anyways.

so you simply stood there, for a few minutes, simply . . . watching. watching the way his lashes fluttered, the pattern of his breathing. he fell asleep widely fast, already steady and deep in his dreams. you tip-toed back, until you were slipping into the now-warmed cotton, humming in content. the sound of his breaths, his subtle heartbeat, lullied you to sleep like a sweet song.

the last thing you felt, that night, were his arms instinctively wrapping around your waist.

italy, 9:34 a.m.

it was cold, when you woke up. freezing, in fact. that human warmth from the night before . . . it was gone, but what did you expect? a romantic morning-after scene? you two hadn’t even kissed for christs sake.

you laid there, feeling defeated. had you just made things awkward, between the two of you? would you ever get to speak to one another again, or would he avoid you? but, eh wasn’t like that, was he? no, he was kind, and sweet. and he wanted to share, no? he offered, and you accepted. he couldn’t do this to you.

almost an hour passed before you got up, soles of your feet warm against the ice-cold flooring.

and that’s when you saw it. a single note, crumpled and messy, on your nightstand, amongst the pile of drawings – a few missing, you noticed. his.

oh, shit.

you picked up the sheet of paper, eyes scanning the pages, reading each syllable aloud to yourself.

“you know, it’s rude to draw someone without showing them. i’m awfully offended, and am keeping these!

. . . not because i don’t like them. i love them. a lot. god, you’re talented. they’re cute.

i would have stayed. i wanted to. but i had an emergency, from mr. stark, and didn’t want to wake you with a call, y’know? please don’t be upset. i liked last night. i haven’t slept so well, in a while. maybe it’s a sign we should do it again? if you wanted? maybe?

– peter.”

perhaps this trip wasn’t so bad, after all, you decided as you tucked away the sheet. you’d keep it forever, if you could.

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Hey kore! Was wondering if you’d be willing to do something where read gets hurt protecting them? Specifically Angela and Odessa? Anyone else if you want! I’m just down bad for those two.

omg thank you for my first request! I’m so sorry i have been really busy lately but I understand being down bad for those two, trust me<3 I hope you enjoy this!

Mercy and Junker Queen with an s/o who gets hurt protecting them

Mercy

-Angela accompanied you to Rialto for a mission that included Talon

-Though she had a whole team, she always made dure that you were healed and boosted enough to keep fighting and defending her from Talon soliders

-The battle was loud and chaotic. It was sad to have such a battle in such a beautiful place like this. You remember taking Angela to Rome for your 2-year anniversary to surprise her after you and her came back from a 4-month long mission, it was hard to come back to Italy to fight a battle

-You knew she would always be watching from above and she would watch you from below. When she had to come down back to the dropship to heal your teammates, a certain sniper had her scope set for your girlfriend's chest

-You’ve noticed a red dot on her white chest plate. Immediately, you shoved her out of the way and felt a pain in your left arm

-Angela whipped her head around to see you on the ground, holding your bleeding arm. She knelt down and the soldiers around her shot around the area the bullet came from

-She was able to pick you up and take you inside the ship. Angela felt herself tearing up as you cried out in pain

-Angela and her team laid you down on a stretcher to examine your injury. Since the bullet was deep, this would have to require surgery to remove due to Widowmaker’s bullet being customized to release spikes into he muscle so it would be harder to remove

-You cried out in pain and held onto her hand when her assistant applied pressure to you arm to stop the bleeding. Your girlfriend watched you, looking like a hurt puppy on the side of the road

-she shushed you and kisses your forehead, “Mein schatz , we’ll be at base soon enough..” she said as she used some of her healing to ease the pain for now

-Angela wanted to be in the surgery room with you, she knows medicine but she also doesn’t think she has the strength to watch you be worked on. She wait in a brightly lit waiting area, bouncing her leg like crazy

-Other heros like Lena and Hana tried comforting Angela but they knew she would only feel better if she was besides you

-Once she could see you she felt relieved you were alive and well but she also felt like she failed you as a support medic and your girlfriend. She sat by you in your room all night, the nurses didn’t bother to kick the Dr.Ziegler out of patients (her partner’s) room

- When you woke up, she greeted you with a soft smile and a firm grip on your hand. You gave a weak smile back, “I missed you..” you said, voice laced with your sleep in it

-With the healing process, better believe Angela is taking care of you! She makes sure you don’t strain your arm, apply creams and take medications, but most importantly of taking it easy

-She lets you stay in her office with her during work hours instead of training so she can keep an eye on you. At home, she help put your shirts on or take them off. Yeah you can do it yourself but she doesn’t want you too. Whenever you tell her this she simply says, “You have to take it easy, doctors orders,” with a smile and a kiss pressed to your forehead

-Angela loves you and wants to take care of you always. She will feel guilt from the situation so your only job is to comfort her and let her know that you would take a bullet for her any day of the week <3

Junker Queen

-Odessa loves being queen with you! No one will ever touch you, if they try, she will fight them and make an example out of them to her people

-You and dez loved to hit up the local bars in Junker town, just because you guys are royalty, doesn’t mean you can’t have fun

-Your large girlfriend always kept and arm around you, showing everyone that you are hers and they should even try to come and approach you

-Of course with bars comes the drunken morons that basically live there. One of the drunken men decided to come over to “woo his queen” by making stupid remarks and trying to hold her free hand

-You felt a surge of confidence, see her clearly uncomfortable and trying to ignore him so she can have a good time. You told him to fuck off and to not talk to her like that

-The man’s cheery demeanor change to a serious one. He walked over to your side of the bar, asking if you wanted to fight since you wanted to “act tough”

-Odessa, for once, didn’t want to fight and tried to pull you away. Instead you decided to stand up to him and yell at him about how he shouldn’t disrespect the Junker Queen just because he was drunk

-He swung the first punch. Thank god the alcohol in your system helped you deal with you, it also gave you courage to start punching back

- Your girlfriend watched as you fought this guy with other junker’s cheering you on. Odessa was used to violence but not with you. To her, you are like a water lily flower that floats in a clear pond, not someone who fights. That’s her job.

-She pulls you aware and punches the drunk one last time. She yelled at everyone in the bar and threatened to kick them all out of her city. She picked you up, threw you over her shoulder and left the bar, slamming the door on the way out

-Back in her room, you have a bloody nose, a bruised cheekbone, and bruises everywhere. You also had some cuts due to giy you fought wearing rings. Odessa scolded you as she cleaned you up, “What were you thinking! You should’ve let ME handle it, not YOU!”

-“I can also defend you Dez! I can fight for you as you fight for me! I know you’re bigger and stronger but that won’t stop me from protecting you too!” you yelled back. She knew you were right, but she doesn’t want you to resort to violence like she does. She looks at you to be her better half. Her calmer, collected, and logical half

-“I know…I just hate seeing you hurt baby..” she mumbled, pulling you into a hug. You couldn’t help but hug her back, “Let’s go lay down, yeah?” which she agreed to. Odessa carried you to her huge bed, laying you you down next to her. Though you were still a little annoyed with her, you couldn’t help but kiss her softly, “Thank you..”

-She does have to admit, it was hot to see you beat someone up for her. She does help you ice your cheek and is careful around your bruises, to not hurt you more

-The next day she found out who you fought and kicked him out. New rule was put in place, “Don’t approach The Queen and her partner without permission”

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Thank you for reading!

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#overwatch x reader #overwatch x you #overwatch #mercy ow #mercy x reader #angela ziegler #angela ziegler x reader #junker queen overwatch #junker queen #junker queen x reader #odessa stone #overwatch fanfiction

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dallysnecklace · 2 years

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heyy! I saw the soft reader x Dallas and I loved it! I saw wondering if you could do another where he’s at the diner with the gang and the reader is there with a friend and Dallas hears her laugh and it reminds him of his mother and he just keeps staring at the reader and he tries to distract himself and the gangs like Dallas are you even listening? Have a good day💗

Dallas Winston x soft! F! Reader

Once again I love the idea of polar opposites being together, and I kinda imagined him just seeing her for the first time, and what that would be like for the two of them. Have a lovely day aswell! Thank you for the request, I LOVED writing this

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, death of a loved one (breast cancer), immigration from Italy due to WWll, and not edited because I’m tired and wanna sleep LMAO

Dallas Winston was a known player.

Everybody knew that.

Except, maybe, you. The sweet girl who’s favorite hobby is reading, always has her head in the clouds, and is very much a loner. However, you enjoyed being alone.

You loved not having to worry about gossip, drama and all of that stuff. All you worried about was your best friend, Libby, and your books. You had recently started Dune, and fell in love with it. You weren’t going to lie, you loved a long book that could keep you entertained for more than just a few days. This way, you could put off spending time with Libby.

You loved Libby, she was very sweet, but high energy. Every time you go out with her, you need to take a break because she drains you.

But here you are at the diner, next to Libby, and her telling a ridiculous story about her cousin, that you weren’t really paying attention to. Dune was just really interesting, okay?

A few seats over at a booth, sat the entire Curtis gang. Yes, the entire Curtis gang at a booth meant for four people. Dallas was sitting on a pulled up chair at the end of table, holding a black cup of coffee that he had ordered, meanwhile the other boys shared milkshakes and a basket of fries.

Ponyboy had just won his first track tournament of the year, and everyone insisted on celebrating.

Dallas, like you, needed alone time. He loved his gang, they were pretty much his support system, but he stayed quiet except for the occasional teasing or chuckle.

A waitress walked by your table and you called out, “Excuse me?” She turned to look in your direction, plastering on a fake smile.

“I’m sorry for bothering you, but could I please get a cup of breakfast tea, with milk and sugar?” You felt bad for her. She was obviously overworked and tied.

The waitress smiled at your kindness and walked away, writing down your tea in her notebook so she wouldn’t forget.

Libby perked up at the sound of your order.

“Seriously y/n? Another cup of that disgusting dirt water?”

“Okay, first of all it’s not dirt water, and it most definitely is not disgusting!” You defended yourself, voice growing a bit louder and higher.

This peaked Dallas’ attention. He heard you from a few tables over, looked over, and studied you for a second. You were one of the prettiest girls he had ever seen. Not in a basic kind of way, but you just looked unique. It intrigued him. For the first time he was just admiring something beautiful, not looking at a girl as a quick fuck.

“My dad is British, and so I drink tea. It’s simple.” The waitress from before returned to your table, and set down your tea in front of you.

“Jesus Libby you really are missing out this shit is good.” You sighed, taking a sip from your beloved cup.

“No that shit sucks y/n. Just like my cousin with her boyfriend.”

You looked at Libby, your jaw dropped, wondering how you missed this part of the story! You started to laugh, your loud, giggly, unique laugh. You hated it and you mad at Libby for knowing she would make you laugh with that comment. You hit your friend on the shoulder and continued to giggle, you just found it so funny!

The sound of your laugh made Dallas whip his head back to you, his eyes wide open. He thought he heard his mother.

His mother was the sweetest women he ever knew. She loved books, the stars, Brooklyn, and cinnamon. She had so much love in her heart for the whole world, even though it had treated her horribly. She immigrated from Italy in her teens, and while traveling her father fell ill and passed away. She arrived in America, alone, and ended up living with her distant Uncle. At a young age, her Uncle made her marry Dallas’ father. An older man who was quite wealthy. Though soon into their marriage, he lost all his money to gambling. The couple was poor, and this led to his fathers abuse.

But his mother would always stay positive, no matter what. She laughed every day with her son, making sure he knew how to. When Dallas turned 15, she passed away from breast cancer. This led Dallas to destructive habits. Why did the world have to be so cruel to such a kind person? He never understood.

He has never found someone as pure as his mother. And maybe that’s why he goes through so many girls. He’s trying to find someone with that same happiness and love for the world. But, maybe he’s just found that person.

Sodapop noticed Dallas was ever distant from the conversation, and followed his eyes, landing on the beautiful Y/n.

“Y/n.” Soda broke the silence between the two.

“What?” Dallas replied, not looking away from you.

“Y/n L/n. You’re staring at her. I mean shes real beautiful Dal. Maybe you can actually get a girlfriend instead of a one night stand.” Soda laughed and and punched Dallas’ arm, making him turn away from you.

“Do you know her? What is she like? Why have I never seen her before?” He questioned.

The rest of the table noticed Dallas’ weird behavior.

“Hey what’s going on?” Pony asked

“I think Dallas has a crush on y/n!” Soda teased.

The rest of the boys turned to look in your direction, and you spotted them peaking over the seats to look at you. You gave them a weird look, and they quickly ducked back into their seats.

“Think she noticed us?” Two asked.

“Yeah dumbass she totally did.” Steve answered, shooting a glare at the boy.

Pony looked back to Dallas.

“She’s really sweet Dal. She loves to read, and wants to be an astrologer. She’s always got her head in the clouds though.” Pony answered Dals long forgotten questions.

“She’s kinda a loner. I only know her through book club, but I don’t think she’s ever had a boyfriend or anything like that. She’s not a grease either, but she’s not rich. She’s too sweet to be a grease though.” Ponyboy finished, staring to delve into his own head.

Darry looked to Dallas.

“Why? Do you want to be with her or something?” He asked, genuinely curious.

“She sounded like my mom when she laughed, it just, it was like she was in the room.” He said, looking at you.

Darry was the only one in the gang who knew about Dallas’ past, and how he wanted to find a girl who was like his mom. He wanted to encourage Dallas to talk to you.

But your eyes suddenly met Dallas’. You both stared at each other, basking in the somehow comfortable eye contact. You didn’t recognize this boy, but wow did he look beautiful. His jawline and cheek bones were pronounced in the lighting, making him look sharp. Yet, he had these cute lips that made him look adorable at the same time. It was a mixture that made butterflies in your stomach start to emerge. You smiled at him, and waved.

Dallas and you were fully being watched by your friends, but at that moment you couldn’t notice the rest of your surroundings.

He smiled back at you, muttered a “hi” and turned back to his table, a small blush apparent on his cheeks.

Libby turned to you, shell-shocked.

“I think Dallas Winston might have a full on crush on you y/n. Holy shit! This is insane oh my god!” She shouted.

“Shut up!” You giggled and put your hands over her mouth.

“Go talk to her!” Darry ushered Dallas out of his seat and towards you. Dallas had never been nervous talking to a girl before, this was very weird for him.

You heard footsteps approach your table, and you looked up, meeting the eyes of the boy you thought was ever so pretty.

“Uh, Hi. I’m Dallas.” He said, holding his hand out for you.

“Hi.” You placed your hand in his, and he brought it to his lips, kissing it gently, making you giggle.

“I just wanted to say I heard you laugh earlier, and it felt familiar so I looked over and I saw you. You’re just real beautiful, so do you want to go out sometime? Like a date?” He asked, now sitting down at the table with you.

You blushed having never been on a date before. “Yeah I would love that.” You excitedly answered, a smile very present on your face.

“Great uh-“ He looked at his friend and yours watching you two intently.

“Do you want to go outside real quick?” He asked you. You nodded, and he offered you his hand while you walked out the doors, sitting on a bench nearby.

“Do you want to go to the movie house with me? My favorite book is being turned into a movie and I need to see it?” You suddenly asked Dallas. You were quite nervous.

“Yeah man, here’s my number.” He wrote it down on your hand.

“Okay. I’ll call you tonight.” You smiled again, beaming at the boy with the moonlight covering his features.

“Can I- I know this is real soon but I wanta kiss you, doll. That okay?” He bashfully asked, not wanting the moment to end.

You nodded and quickly his lips met yours, melting together. He tasted like bitter coffee and you tasted like sugar. The perfect mix, they balanced each other out. You pulled away.

“WOW!” You said and then your hands flew to your mouth, embarrassed you said that aloud.

“Uh- I’ll call you tonight Dallas thank you!” You walked to your car, seeing Libby wait for you there.

“I’ll be waiting!” He replied.

“Libby did that just happen. Holy- oh my god!” You screamed. Libby jumped into your arms capturing you in a hug.

“I told you that you were the most wonderful girl in the planet and that the right guy would come eventually didn’t I?” She looked at you.

“I think I’m going to marry that man. I’m not joking Libby.” You said.

Dallas overheard this entire conversation, along with the rest of the gang, who walked right out of the diner after he had kissed you. Darry walked up to Dallas, patted him on the back and smiled at him. Dallas returned a very genuine true smile, and Darry was so happy that Dallas finally found someone that made him so happy.

You two ended up getting married, just like you had said. Dallas felt like his mom was there the whole ceremony, watching over both of you. He was right, she was.

#the outsiders imagine #the outsiders oneshot #the outsiders x reader #dallas winston #dallas winston imagine #dally winston #headcanons #sodapop imagine #steve randle #darry curtis #dallas winston x reader #dallysnecklace #dally x reader #the outsiders dally

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zestyaahbutler · 5 months

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Post some of your Arthur x Amulya headcanons, girl *cracks that whip*

Ack! As you wish homie

ARTHUR AND AMMY HEADCANONS

Amulya never really expected to fall for Arthur. As mentioned in the lore post, she never took Arthur’s incessant flirting seriously at first. It took a couple of tries for her to accept going on a date with him. She originally only thought of their relationship as a short fling on both of their ends.

Arthur did fall for her during their first chat but never thought about marriage till the final week of his trip. It was a last minute decision were he proposed to her in a pretty passionate way. He had taken her out for the entire day, shopping, food, and visiting anything that seemed interesting. That day he only asked that he was able to spoil her to which she finally accepted after pushing back on anything expensive. At the end he told her he wanted to give her that experience every day if it meant he’d have her by his side. Flattered, Ammy said that she loved the date but loved his company even more.

Arthur would ask her if she would like to go with him on his trip back to England to start their life together.

Ammy’s engagement ring was a sapphire ring. A big fancy ring because she’s the jewel of his eye and heart.

Arthur Hellsing is a chronic workaholic. One that looks as if he could never run out of energy till he lays his head down on his desk and is suddenly sleeping like he is about to hibernate for 5 months. Same with in the bed, he sleeps like a log. It’s rare that he lets himself rest. It’s something Ammy had to get used to but she does chastise him about overexerting himself.

Amulya sleeps very differently. She moves a ton in her sleep and wakes up with her hair fluffed up to high ends. Arthur always found it fun to wake to see her with her in the oddest positions, maybe even a limb sticking off the bed. He also definitely loved how her bed head made her look.

She actually pulled strings to take him on surprise vacations to get him away from work. She’d often visit him throughout the day to check on him. It always brightened his day to see her poke her head in. These breaks often lead to Arthur not being available for meetings or consulting over decisions because he became busy doing something else. (Ooh la la )

Arthur prefers drinking Chai tea over any other kind. He became so used to Amulya making it that it became almost routine to drink it. Otherwise he preferred a glass of whiskey/scotch much to his kidneys and her dismay.

Arthur was always very excited to celebrate her birthday. It usually came with a big party, all kinds of food, and likely a big vacation to another country. America, Japan, Brazil, Italy, and Turkey to name some.

Arthur is a big endorser of her fashion sense. He always encouraged her to pick out whatever she felt great in. He is an eccentric man who enjoys having his very happy wife in a funky pair of tights. She’d usually give him a small fashion show if she had gone out shopping when she gets home.

Arthur is little spoon. Big powerful military organization leader loves to be tenderly cuddled by his very short wife.

He also cannot handle spices very well. When Amulya does cook, she’ll usually make two batches, one normal one for herself and the other for Arthur that is very mild.

Despite her being mostly vegetarian, Arthur does eat meat around her. She doesn’t mind of course. Only when he has steak. Then she is side eyeing him. Even more when he teases her to try it.

Amulya put in a couch in Arthur’s office when Integra was a baby. She’d usually take Integra there to spend the day while Arthur worked.

NSFW

Ladies and gentlepeople, you already know their sex life was pretty damn alive. Arthur was very much the same as he was in his youth.

He is on the more vanilla side but still a passionate lover. They’re both very eager to please each other

Arthur has had her put on the female Hellsing uniform for him at least once. Plenty of other costumes too

#hellsing #hellsing ultimate #hellsing oc #amulya hellsing #integra's mom #sir integra #arthur hellsing #arthulya #old man fucker gets the old man #hellsing headcanons

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zep-writings · 6 months

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You Feel Like Home

CHAPTER FIVE.

Warnings: Bad words, mention of war and military, fluff, a little heartbreak and Steve being sweet.

Pairings: Steve Rogers x OFC Ellie Barnes.

Notes: I do not own any of the characters present in this story, except for Ellie Barnes, an original character. This is pure fiction.

This has not been beta and English is not my first language so be nice haha.

Please give me some feedback, even just a small comment is really appreciated!

I've been working on this one for a while, so please let me know what you think!

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Chapter four, part two

October 1943.

For the few months following his serum injection, instead of being stuck in a lab, Steve decided to make his part and go on tour to promote the war effort. Every night he was on stage selling bullets, pushing people staying in the United States of America to give money for the war effort and promoting war bonds for the Treasury Department. He went from city to city, sleeping in hotel rooms, far from the real action in the war and missing the comfort of his home in New York City, of Ellie. Truth was, he didn’t like his job very much, it wasn’t what he had imagined when he signed up for the serum. Sure, it was better than being stuck in a lab having scientist poking him and draining his blood, but he wished he could do more, he always wanted to do more.

Now he was sitting on the side of the stage he had been standing on a few moments earlier, in front of a crowd of soldiers, five miles away from the front in Italy. They had laughed at him, booed him and after dodging a few tomatoes he had simply walked out of stages as the chorus girls walked back on it. He had always wanted to be there, on the front but that was definitely not how he had imagined doing it.

“Hello, Steve.” A voice raised from behind him. He looked up, turned around and recognised Peggy.

“Hi.” Steve replied in surprise, she was the last person he was expecting to see here.

“Hi.”

“What are you doing here?” Steve wondered, while he stopped drawing.

“Officially, I’m not here at all.” Peggy sat on a box near him. “That was quite a performance.”

“Yeah. Huh.” Steve whipped his nose, bowing down a little to look at his shoes. “I had to improvise a little bit. The crowds I’m used to are usually more…” He looked up, searching for his words. “Twelve.”

“I understand you’re ‘America’s New Hope’.”

“Bonds sales take a 10% bump in every state I visit.” Steve announced, still not looking at Peggy.

“Is that Senator Brandt I hear?”

Steve licked his lips and glanced quickly at Agent Carter. “At least he’s got me doing this. Phillips would have had me stuck in a lab.”

“And these are your only two options? A lab rat or a dancing Monkey?” Peggy asked, looking at the drawing Steve had been working on a few minutes earlier. The drawing of a Monkey wearing his Captain America’s outfit, holding a shield and an umbrella and riding a unicycle. “You were meant for more than this, you know.”

Steve looked at her before he turned back to look in front of him, his mind wondering and getting lost. He hated that he couldn’t do more.

“What?” Peggy asked him, her eyes still on him.

“You know, for the longest time, I dreamt about coming overseas and being on the front lines, serving my country. I finally got everything I wanted and I’m wearing tights.” Steve explained before the horn of an ambulance van could be heard behind him and Peggy.

Steve turned around to watch the vehicle come to a stop in front of the big medical tent while the rain kept on falling heavily. A medic opened the back doors and two others walked out of it, holding a litter with a wounded man laying on it.

“They look like they’ve been through hell.” Steve observed, sadness in his voice.

“These men more than most.” Peggy hesitated for a moment, as Steve glanced at her. “Schmidt sent out a force to Azzano. Two hundred men went up against him, and less than 50 returned. Your audience contained what was left of the 107th. The rest were killed or captured.”

Steve’s face jerked up to look at the Agent as his heart seemed to stop in his chest. “The 107th?” He asked hoping he had miss heard.

“What?”

Without any hesitation, Steve stood up and started running to Colonel Phillips’s tent. “Come on!” He said to Peggy as he followed him, lifting her coat on top of her head to shield herself from the rain.

Bucky. It was the only thing on Steve’s mind at the moment. He needed to know if his best friend was still alive, he needed to find out he was okay. Then, his head went to Ellie who was probably back home missing him and his heart sank even lower. Steve walked into the tent, not even taking a look around him and walked straight to Colonel Phillips who was signing condolences letters at his desk.

“Colonel Phillips.”

“Well, if it isn’t the Star-Sprangled Man with a Plan. What is your plan today?”

“I need the casualty list from Azzano.” Steve explained.

“You don’t get to give me orders, son.” Colonel Phillips shook his head, but Steve was barely listening to him.

“I just need one name, Sergeant James Barnes from the 107th.” Steve replied, looking down at the desk.

The Colonel turned to Peggy who was standing by Steve’s side and pointed the pen he was holding in his hand towards her. “You and I are gonna have a conversation later that you won’t enjoy.”

“Please tell me if he’s alive, sir. B-A-R…” Steve insisted.

“I can spell.” The colonel cut off Steve and for a second, they glanced at each other. Phillips stood from his chair and turned around, looking at the letters in his hands. “I have signed more of these condolence letters today than I would care to count. But the name does sound familiar. I’m sorry.”

Steve heart dropped in his chest. His best friend was gone, probably dead and he had never felt more alone than at that moment.

“Colonel Phillips, we need…” A feminine voice raised as a familiar silhouette appeared in the tent. “Steve…”

Ellie was there, standing there, her hair pulled into a bun on top of her head, wearing a nurse uniform and her hands covered with dried blood.

“Ellie, what are you doing here?” Steve inquired, frowning and wondering what she was doing here.

“My job.” Ellie simply stated, offering him a shy smile.

Her eyes were red and a little puffy and it didn’t take more for Steve to realize that she knew Bucky was gone. He wanted to do was walk up to her and pull her into a hug, but this was neither the place nor the time. Instead, a plan started to form in his head, he wasn’t going to give up.

“What about the others? Are you planning a rescue mission?”

“Yes, it’s called winning the war.”

Steve tear his eyes off Ellie and turned back to the Colonel. “But if you know where they are, why not at least…”

“They’re 30 miles behind the lines through some of the most heavily fortified territory in Europe.” Colonel Phillips cut off Steve, walking to the map and showing an area on it. “We’d lose more men than we’d save. But I don’t except you to understand that because you’re a chorus girl.”

Steve jaw and shoulders clenched. “I think I understand it just fine.”

“Well, then understand it somewhere else. If I read the posters correctly, you got someplace to be in 30 minutes.”

Ellie looked at Steve, his eyes still staring at the map of the area. She knew him well enough to know what he was thinking, he was a stubborn man, and he wasn’t going to go give up that easily. But a part of her felt very uneasy about what he was about to do.

“Yes, sir. I do.” Steve simply replied as he started to walk out of the tent.

Ellie looked at the map, shook her head slightly and exchanged a glance with Peggy before she started following him to another tent containing the stage uniforms.

“Steve. Steve stop.” Ellie said loudly over the sound of the rain falling on the tent.

“Look Ellie, I’ve got to do something. And you. You shouldn’t be here. You should be home in New York, safe.” Steve said softly turning towards her. “You’re not even supposed to have graduated yet. Why are you here?” He asked, a point of worry in his voice.

“I graduated early. And I have every right to be here, just like you do.” Ellie replied, a little bit on the defensive. “I can help.”

“That’s not…” Steve sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose between his fingers. “That’s not what I meant, Ellie. You know that.” He took her hand in his. “But I got to do something. I got to try at least.”

Ellie looked up at him, eyes filling up with tears as she spoke, her voice shaking slightly. “I can’t lose you. Not you too, Steve.”

“You won’t lose me.” The soldier said, stroking her cheek gently before he pressed a kiss to her forehead.

Steve pulled her into a hug and for a moment, they stayed like this simply appreciating being with each other. Ellie was scared, terrified to lose Steve just as she had lost Bucky. She wasn’t ready to lose the only person she had left in her life, but she also knew he wouldn’t change his mind. Steve finally pulled away from her, grabbed a bag and a helmet as Peggy walked into the tent.

“What do you plan to do, walk to Austria?” The Agent asked him, taking of her coat and putting it down on a chair.

“If that’s what it takes.”

“You heard the Colonel. Your friend is most likely dead.” Peggy said calmly.

“You don’t know that.” Steve kept on packing his bag as Peggy exchanged a glance with Ellie who shook her head. She had tried to change his mind.

“Even so, he’s devising a strategy. If he detects…” Peggy tried to explain.

“By the time he’s done that, it could be too late.” Steve interrupted her loudly, anger coming through his voice. He put his leather brown jacket on, grabbed his bag and his shield and started to walk away.

“Steve!” Peggy exclaimed, following him outside of the tent as he headed toward the jeep parked in front of it.

Ellie followed them, feeling completely useless as she watched Steve throw his stuff in the back of a jeep. He stopped for a moment, looked at Ellie before he turned to Peggy.

“You told me you thought I was meant for more than this. Did you mean that?”

“Every word.” Peggy assured him.

“Then you got to let me go.” Steve admitted, stepping into the driver seat of the jeep and for a second Ellie contemplated the idea of going with him, maybe she could help somehow.

Peggy looked at her for a second, and both knew he would never change his mind, she stepped out near him. “I can do more than that.”

Steve looked at Peggy and turned to Ellie who unwillingly nodded. If he wasn’t going to change his mind, at least they could try to help him, make things easier for him. Steve was trained, he had the serum running through his vein, but none of them really knew what if fully did.

“Move.” Peggy told Steve, making him slid to the passenger seat as Ellie climbed into the back of the jeep. There was no chance she would leave them now, not until she knew exactly what Steve was going to do.

Peggy drove in silence. She took a road out of the camp and after about five minutes she turned left, taking a road Ellie hadn’t been on before. After a good twenty minutes, she came to a stop on a small airport tarmac and immediately recognized the silhouette standing a few meters away from them. Howard Stark. Ellie stepped out of jeep as Steve grabbed his stuff in the back and followed Peggy.

“Stark, we need your help.” Peggy announced, glancing back at Steve and Ellie.

“Well, hello there. I don’t believe we have met.” Howard pushed his sunglasses on top of his head, looking at Ellie. “Howard Stark.”

Howard offered Ellie his hand but before she could shake it Steve spoke loudly. “Stark. Now is not the time!”

“Right, right.” Howard winked at Ellie who blushed and Steve rolled his eyes, feeling slightly jealous. “What do you need?” The scientist asked, not even questioning Peggy or Steve’s intention.

Howard Stark was a genius, sure he was stubborn, hot headed and a womanizer but when it came to Peggy or Steve, he would do anything to help them and for that, they were both grateful. Peggy explained her plan to Stark, asking him to be their pilot and without even a second thought, he agreed. Peggy and Howard stepped away to prepare the plane as Ellie stayed back a little, sat on a large box in the air-shed, anxiety and fear running through her brain.

The soldier quickly glanced at the Agent and the Scientist who were both too busy to pay them attention and he stepped closer to her squatting down in front of her. He gently grabbed her hands to stop her from twisting nervously her fingers as she always did.

“Hey… Ellie, look at me.” Steve knew what was going through her brain, he could read her like an open book, always had. She looked up at him, her blue eyes meeting his. “I’ll be fine.”

“You don’t know that.” Ellie whispered, squeezing Steve’s hands as the man stayed silent. “Promise me…” She sniffled. “Promise me, you’ll be careful.”

“I promise you.” Steve gently whipped a tear from her cheek. “And I promise if I find Bucky, I’ll bring him back.”

Ellie nodded slightly and she pushed a piece of hair away from his forehead. She was so terrified to lose him too, and for a second, she wanted to tell him what he meant to her, she wanted to tell him how much she loved him, but she couldn’t find the words. Truth was, Steve was scared too. He didn’t know if he would make it out alive, he didn’t even know exactly what he was walking into, but he had to try to save those men, he would never forgive himself if he didn’t. He looked at Ellie, memorising her face, every single part of those features he loved so much.

“Please come back to me…” Ellie whispered.

Without realising, he brought his face closer to hers, but she was the one who made the first move. She shyly pressed her lips to his, closing her eyes. The kiss was tender, so full of emotions and fears on both ends.

“Hey Cap, we need to go.” Stark’s voice raised from behind, interrupting them and Steve pulled away.

The soldier stood up and gave a last look to Ellie before he walked to the plane. Ellie wrapped her arms around herself as she watched the plane take off, an unease feeling twisting her guts. She didn’t like this; she didn’t like this at all and yet there was absolutely nothing she could do. She wasn’t a soldier; she couldn’t go help Steve even when it was all she wanted to do. Instead, she had to stay back, she had to stay at the base, and she already knew she would be losing herself in her job. There were so many people injured, so many soldiers she had to help that maybe she would be to busy to think about Steve behind enemy lines, alone.

It was almost an hour later, when Peggy’s voice raised from the radio she had in her hand. “Steve’s been dropped behind the line. We’re making our way back.”

“I’m waiting for you at the hangar.” Ellie stated on the radio.

They landed back an hour later; it was completely dark out by then and Ellie couldn’t help but notice the graze of bullets on the Stark’s industries plane. She looked at Stark and Carter walking out of the engine and made their way towards her.

“I guess I’ll see you ladies later.” Stark shot a wink to Agent Carter and walked away.

Ellie followed Peggy back to the jeep. She knew they would both be in trouble as soon as they would be back to the camp, but honestly, they didn’t really care. It was Steve’s decision, and if he managed to save soldiers, then it was a risk he was willing to take and both women were ready to do anything to help him.

“So, you and Steve.” Peggy said quietly, starting the jeep’s engine and driving away.

“What about it?”

“How long have been in love with him?” Peggy kept her eyes on the road.

“I’m no…” Ellie sighed and closed her eyes for a second, there was no point of denying it. “A long time.”

“But you never told him.”

“No. He’s my brother’s best friend. If Bucky knew how I felt about Steve…” Ellie shook her head.

Steve probably didn’t even feel the same way, he had never seen her that way and he never will. Even when he was still a little guy, Steve had never had eyes for her, she had always only been Bucky’s little sister. Sure they had kissed, twice now, but they never talked about it and she knew it wouldn’t change anything.

“Wait. Barnes. Your last name is Barnes.” Peggy said, glancing at Ellie. “Sergeant James Barnes is your brother.” She had never made the connexion before.

“Yes. And it doesn’t matter how I feel about Steve because he will never feel the same way, especially not now, not with the serum.”

“That’s where you’re wrong. I see the way Steve looks at you.” Peggy parked the car and turned the ignition off. “And I think it’s been a while for him too. He already talked about you all the time, way before the serum.”

Ellie shrugged. “It doesn’t matter Peggy. We…” She hesitated for a second, stepping out of the car before she looked at the Agent. “We’re in a middle of a war. It doesn’t matter how I feel about him.”

“It does. Love in the time of war is something beautiful, Ellie. Don’t wait too long to let it come into your life, because I think it’s actually the best time to do it.”

With those words Peggy offered her a smile and walked away, leaving Ellie with her thoughts. Was she right? Was Steve really looking at her differently? She didn’t want to think about it, not now, not when she wasn’t even sure he would make it back alive.

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Chapter six

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Not Yours to Save - p.m

a/n: so this was inspired by a scene from friends.... one of my fave shows ever. i was obsessed with it back in school, got me through some tough times :) the episode specifically is s2e14.

please enjoy, i wrote this in like under an hour so pls don't hate me if it's ass :(

also pls don’t repost or translate any of my work.. i don’t give you permission to do that.

pairings: maverick x reader

warnings: age gap, angst

wc: 1,549

summary: being awkward ex-somethings with maverick. some guy starts talking to you, he thinks you're having a bad time, so he steps in.

Maverick's eyes lingered heavily on you as you sat talking to a brunette man. The captain was currently stood amidst the squad as they shared a couple beers, the soft chatter of conversation muffling out your conversation with the man you were currently talking to. Maverick squinted his eyes, as if believing that would help him hear what the two of you were talking about. You let out a laugh, your head falling forwards as you placed a hand on the man's chest playfully.

"Everything okay, Mav?" Rooster asked quietly from beside the captain, his eyes softening in curiosity as he stared at him. Noticeably, Maverick was distracted by something, and Rooster wanted to pry it out of him. "You, err, seem a little distracted." He took a sip of his beer, the froth bubbling lightly on his thick moustache.

Maverick quickly whipped his head away from the direction of you and the mysterious man, his jaw clenching in surprise. The two of you never really labelled yourselves as anything, despite the numerous dates and fond memories you'd made together. Unfortunately, it'd all come crumbling down when Maverick had made some almost-unforgivable comments regarding the age-gap between you two. After that, you had decidedly chosen to end whatever was between the two of you.

"Oh- yeah, no, I'm fine, I'm good." Maverick stumbled over his words, sheepishly looking at Rooster who sat in front of him, a disbelieving and curious look painted on his features. Rooster's brows slowly furrowed together as he threw a look to where Maverick was previously staring.

"It's Y/N." He pointed out with a cheeky lop-sided smile. Maverick let out an abrupt sigh, his eyes falling from Rooster's brown ones and down to the table in front of them. "She seems happy." Rooster added, glancing at you once again. Maverick's brows knitted together in confusion at the speed of light.

"What? How? Don't you see how she's trying to push him away?" Maverick scoffed, failing to hide the jealousy that was so obvious in his voice. Rooster cocked a brow at his God-father and tried to bite back the amused smirk that was desperate to slip onto his lips.

"I think she's just flirting, Mav." Rooster mumbled, placing the cold beer bottle to his lips again to take another quick sip. "She's fine." He cleared his throat as he and Maverick looked over at you two. The man had his arm around your shoulders, and you were giggling. It sent a wave of rushing, burning jealousy through Maverick's body, and he knew he had to do something. You were clearly trying to get rid of the guy. He knew you didn't like it when strangers put their hands on you.

"I'm gonna do something." Maverick suddenly announced with a sigh, walking over to you and the man without another word. Rooster didn't get a chance to try to stop him, let alone talk the captain out of it.

"Wait, Mav!" Rooster called out helplessly, and groaned when Maverick didn't respond to him. So now, he had to awkwardly watch him go over and try to 'help' you - when you were clearly fine.

"Yeah, my family and I go to Italy every year, we're lucky enough that we have a villa out there." Kent smiled at you, his hand gently rubbing your shoulders tenderly. You smiled back up at him, and nodded, slightly in awe at what he had just told you.

"Wow, your family must be pretty well off then!" You joked, a playful laugh escaping your lips as you looked to your right. A familiar face was approaching you, and your happy face immediately fell.

"Yeah, well-" Kent was interrupted by Maverick's voice, and he craned his neck to the left to look at who had interrupted him.

"Oh my gosh, Y/N?" Maverick acted surprised, his face lighting up in happiness as he stared at you, shoving his body in the way of Kent in an attempt to put some space between the two of you. "It's Pete, Pete Mitchell?" He said, his finger pointed at you. Your mouth fell open in confusion at his words, and you glanced up at Kent, who was clearly becoming irritated by Maverick's presence.

"What.. what are you doing?" You mumbled, staring in complete shock at the captain. It felt like you couldn't move, what the hell was he doing?

"I met you at that Navy Ball? We danced together, went home together..?" Maverick lied, shaking his head slowly like he was partially offended that you didn't remember him. In the corner of your eye, you could see Kent putting some money down to pay for his drink, and you tried to reach for his arm, but Maverick caught it in his hand, a smile falling onto his lips as you frowned at him in concern.

"It was lovely talking to you, but I gotta shoot," Kent chuckled awkwardly, stepping back from Maverick and you. Before you could call him back, the man you met had already made his quick way to the exit of the bar. "See ya." Unknowingly, Maverick still had a hold of your arm.

"Okay, take care, nice meeting you!" Maverick said with a kind smile, leaning against the bar with the smuggest look you'd ever seen. You scoffed in irritation, holding your hand out as if to try and wave Kent back. Maverick was already staring at you when you looked back at him. "You're welcome." He sing-songed, making you rip your arm from his grasp. His face softened at your sudden hostility. "Whoa!"

"What hell, Mav?" You seethed, throwing your arms up in fury.

"I was saving you, from that guy?" Maverick's brows furrowed together in confusion at your unexpected reaction. Did he misinterpret the situation- was Rooster right?... As the seconds passed, he began to think that was true due to your face twisting into a look of anger. The happy smile that once sat on his face was slowly slipping away as he continued to watch you bubble up.

"From-from the nice conversation with the fascinating man?" You retorted. If you squinted hard enough, you could see the steam piling out of your ears like a cartoon.

"Oh, well, it didn't look like that from where I was sitting..."

"Okay, Maverick, let me tell you something," You sighed in exasperation, holding out a hand at him. His brows twitched as he stared at you, almost-innocent blue eyes darting between yours in confusion. "I am not yours to save." You stated, a hint of venom evident in your sharp voice. Maverick visibly flinched at your words, clearly hurt by how blunt you were being.

"Sweetheart, I just thought-" Maverick shook his head, voice quiet and clearly apologetic. Deep down, you missed how he called you that, but you knew you shouldn't. He wasn't right for you.

"No, Mav. I thought I was clear about what we were to each other." You sighed, feeling slightly guilty about snapping at him. Your eyes fell to the floor and you folded your arms against your chest, trying to ignore the regret that was suddenly eating you inside out. "I'm sorry, Pete, I am. I just.." You mumbled, gazing up at Maverick who was still staring at you in shock. Despite the pain he'd caused you, you still felt the butterflies stir in your stomach and the heat build within your chest. "I fall for you, I get hurt. You fall for me, and I get hurt again. Every time, it's me that gets hurt." You explained, unfolding your arms momentarily to run a hand through your hair. "I can't do it anymore." You added, watching Maverick's face fall at your words. You looked away from him, unable to handle the painful feeling that began to spread over you.

"I'm sorry, Y/N, I didn't mean that- I didn't..." Maverick stuttered, a little shell-shocked at your confession. You squeezed your eyes shut, praying that this was all just a dream.

"It's alright, Pete." You said quietly, avoiding his eyes. He knew he had hurt you, but not so much that you never wanted to even consider something with him again. An awkward silence fell between you two as you stood opposite each other, shuffling on your feet.

"I-I don't know what to say.." Pete muttered, his arm twitching as he desperately wanted to place a hand on your arm to comfort you, but he knew he shouldn't. You'd said your part. God, he so wanted to just hold you and tell you everything was okay, and that it was all a dream.

"There's nothing to say, Pete." You smile at him emptily, catching the eye of Phoenix. "I'm gonna go now, okay?" Looking back at Pete, he didn't meet your gaze, he only stared at the ground and smiled, nodding. "Okay. See you around, Pete." You said quietly, hesitantly placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Bye, Y/N." He muttered dejectedly, only looking up at you as you started to walk off in the direction of Phoenix and the rest of the squad. Maverick watched your gorgeous silhouette walk away, and he still smiled, despite the gut-wrenching pain of knowing how you could be his right now, had he just kept his mouth shut one drunk night. The captain shuffled on his feet and leant against the bar with his back as he continued to watch you smile and laugh with the squad.

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shenanigans-and-imagines · 1 year

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New sentence bc I like this one better: "fine, keep acting like you hate me" Goncharov x reader please ❤️ I hope you had a good rewatch!

Ivan Goncharov x Female!Reader, Reader is a smoker (it's Scorsese in the 70s, what do you want from me), Forbidden Love, Angst

Warning: None

A/N: Okay, fresh off the rewatch and I've got thoughts. Let's fucking go! (Also this turned into a thing)

Word Count: 676

You thought you were free. You thought Italy meant a new life, away from the turmoil and freezing unforgiving nature of your home country. Here everything was supposed to be warm rolling hills and a fresh start. And yet here you were stuck in a city just as dirty, sequestered in a kitchen just as small, while a man you prayed your left behind ate in the other room.

You had long since given up on eating, the clock behind you ticking down the seconds until you could clear the plates and once again have some reign over your home. Never had you ever wished your brother would just get married already. He could conduct his business under his own roof rather than lay claim to yours. Anything to spare you the humiliation.

The soft click of steps on tile interrupted your thoughts. It was only then you realized just how long you had been staring at the same patch of wall. Your cigarette had almost burned to the nub.

"Are you done?" you asked, not bothering to turn your head.

"Not for a while."

Your eyes widened at the sound of that aching familiar voice. Whipping around you eyes confirmed what your ears told you. Ivan Goncharov was standing in your kitchen.

You swallowed, putting out your cigarette as you slowly rose to your feet.

"Is there a request for seconds? I made plenty," you said, keeping your voice and expression calm.

"No."

God why did he have to look at you like that? It had been ten years. You have changed. You had changed, but one look and you were that same girl melting under the gaze of a handsome boy.

No, you would not fall for this. He wasn't that same boy. You were not that same girl. You were a grown woman and a strange, dangerous man was standing between you and the only way out.

"Then unless you wish me to clear the table, I cannot see why you would be in here."

He took a step forward.

Your instinct was to step back, but you held firm. He held no power over you here. This place was yours. Not his. Not your brothers, no matter how much he pretended it was. You had done your running and now you were going to stay planted.

His eyes trailed over your features searching for something you could only guess at. It was only when you could smell the gentle remains of his cologne did you realize just how close he was.

"I wanted to see you," he said, simply.

You raised your chin in defiance. "And now you have. So your business is done."

His lips pressed into a line, but he remained silent.

Before you could even react, he took a tight hold of your hand forcing your even closer so you were practically chest to chest.

"You're not married," he said, taking special care to touch the bare flesh of your ring finger.

Your expression turn to stone even as your breath threatened to tremble. "And you are."

That, finally, made him look away. He still held your hand, but his grip wasn't as tight. It was touch for the sake of it, one you both longed for.

He leaned in, his nose just brushing against your own. You could feel his breath on your lips. It would be so easy.

"Do you hate me?" he asked.

"Yes."

It was a lie and you both knew it.

He nodded, his eyes focusing all their attention on your lips. "Does pretending make it easier for you?"

"Does hoping make it easier for you?"

He blinked before slowly pulling back, releasing your hand as he went.

"Keep acting like you hate me," he said. "Maybe one of these days we'll both believe it."

He left, leaving you alone once again, cold and in silence. You pulled out a cigarette, focusing on the comforting burn and the subtle ticking of the clock.

One day perhaps you would hate him. You could only hope.

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@hcllriot continued from here

Aubrianna didn't want to be upset about what Miray had told her, Kerem could do as he pleased and Aubrianna could wish she'd have known and it wouldn't change anything. As much as she'd like to be the person that could leave work on the drop of a dime to be with someone she loved, her residency was extremely competitive and she knew how mad everyone would be if she lost it. "I didn't know he was having another surgery. Did he tell you at the last minute?" Brie worried it was an emergency situation but bit her tongue.

By the time the found the food court, Brianna had dropped the sad topic of Kerem, trying not to bring down their holiday shopping mood. "Well, just pretend I mentioned Italy and I'm sure mom, dad, and I can whip up something amazing. I know for a fact they've been too busy to shop either." Looking at all of their food options she pointed to the Chinese shop, "I think I'm getting noodles and spring rolls. Want me to grab you a fortune cookie?"

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Cugino | L.C.

A/N: this is a little christmas present and my entry for @sophieshelby's 750 followers winter celebration!

Request: this one by @bienessy

Luca Changretta x Reader

Word Count: 1294

Type: fluff, christmas themed

Summary: Luca's family's Christmas dinner triggers his jealous side and Y/N is having the most fun with it.

“Don’t be nervous, love,” Luca whispered in your ear while guiding you through the entrance of the mansion. The entrance was decorated beautifully. A large Christmas tree had been put up and decorated with luxurious ornaments, looking like every one of them had cost a fortune. Your gaze travelled around the room, appreciating every part of it. You had expressed your tension during the lengthy car ride multiple times, making your boyfriend reassure you more than once and placing sweet kisses on your forehead every now and then, hoping it would relax you at least a tiny bit.

“It’s so pretty,” you gasped, forgetting about how anxious you had been the entire trip to the party for a few seconds.

You and Luca had only been together for a few months, but he’d already persuaded you to join him at his cousin’s Christmas party in Northern Italy. It had been a ridiculously long journey from America, but since he wanted to deal with some business in England after, it was worth the expense. And after seeing the amount of snow and the breathtaking mountains, you knew immediately you’d do it all over again, anytime.

“Cugino!”

You head whipped around, facing a very tall – towering over Luca even –, dark-haired man with a thick beard. Olive-coloured, piercing eyes immediately locking with yours. Then, they moved to Luca. “Good to see you!”

You heard your boyfriend letting out a heartfelt sigh, before allowing his relative to pull him into an clumsy hug. “Matteo, thank you for the invitation.”

“Sicuro,” Matteo replied. His voice was loud. “I’m impressed. I knew you were bringing company, but I did not expect her to be this pretty.”

Another sigh escaped Luca’s mouth. “This is Y/N. Y/N, this is Matteo, my cousin and the host of this year’s Christmas dinner.”

“You have a beautiful house,” you complimented, gesturing at your surroundings.

Matteo grinned cheekily. “Make yourself at home. Changrettas share everything, what is mine, is yours, too. Right, cugino?”

“Yes … of course.”

Luca did not like his cousin. Or at least he was not fond of him in the slightest. You could feel the discomfort, especially in the way his hand was clinging to yours, his rings pressing against your slender fingers. It hurt a little, but you decided to not mention it. At least not while Matteo was still present.

“Well, it was lovely meeting you,” his cousin announced, “but I need to find my wife and make sure everything goes as planned. She’s been very frantic about Christmas being perfect.”

You sent him a kind smile. “I understand. Don’t let us keep you waiting.”

Matteo winked at you cheekily before taking off in a hurry.

“Idiota,” you caught your boyfriend mumbling just when his cousin was out of sight. You looked up at him and chuckled. “Is he that horrible?”

“Did you not see the way he looked at you?”

“I couldn’t really concentrate, my love. I was too busy trying to ignore the pain you caused by squishing my hand to death.”

His grip loosed at once. “Oh, forgive me, gioia mia. You should’ve said something!”

“In front of your cousin?” you asked provocatively.

His offended expression said everything, making you laugh. “You’re unbelievable. Soon, I’ll be calling you idiota, too,” he responded.

“How romantic,” you giggled, struggling to wipe the cocky grin off your face.

“You can make fun of me all you want, I just don’t want you to get anywhere near him,” Luca stated, scanning the room.

You shrugged, following his gaze. “Fine. I won’t.”

Luca’s family was lovely. Warm, welcoming, and beaming of kindness. And the food … the food was absolutely fantastic. You could have eaten at least two more servings, but you didn’t want to be impolite.

After dinner, Luca excused himself to go for a smoke with his father and have a private chat. He rarely left your side around many people, but he had seen how well you had gotten along with his relatives, so he felt comfortable enough to leave you by yourself for a few minutes.

“Tell me, gorgeous, what do you see in him?”

Matteo. Perhaps Luca hadn’t been exaggerating. The moment he disappeared, his cousin showed up.

“In Luca?”

“You seem quite a bit younger than him.”

You snorted. “Your wife doesn’t seem much older, if we’re being frank.”

He licked his lips, as if admitting defeat. “Very well. There might be some truth to that. I suggest, we skip the small talk and I ask you to dance?”

“I wouldn’t mind dancing,” you confessed, although asking yourself, if Luca would. But, since he probably wouldn’t be returning in the next couple of minutes, you decided not to decline his request. After all, he was the host.

He guided you to the dance floor, right into the centre of the living room, in between all the other couples. Clearly trying to make a statement, you were attentive enough to realise that. Matteo’s hands were much larger than Luca’s. His entire physique was. Without knowing, you would have never guessed that they were cousins.

The two of you had just started moving to the rhythm, when, in the corner of your eye, you spotted your boyfriend entering the hall. It only took him a split second to locate you. And it only took you a split second to notice that he was not happy about the situation. At all. Determined, but trying his best not to draw any unnecessary attention on himself, he pushed through the dancers. When he reached you, he grabbed his cousin’s upper arm forcefully. “Cugino, we need to have a conversation.”

Matteo’s eyes widened, surprised, though he let Luca drag him away. You stood there, dumbfounded, not really knowing if you should follow them or go the opposite way to give them their privacy. You stood there awkwardly for a short moment, before moving through the people to reach the other side of the dance floor. There, you noticed Luca’s mother watching the happenings.

“I apologise for my son’s behaviour,” she quietly said, when you approached her.

You snorted. “No need. I’ll talk to him about it when he’s done speaking aggressively to his cousin.”

She laughed. “Not even New York can drive out the Italian in him.”

“Perhaps not, but that’s okay.”

His mother gave you a doubtful look. “Are you sure, sweetheart?”

“Absolutely. And to be honest, I very much like to tease him about it.”

Finally, Luca showed up.

“I am sorry, I should not have left you alone,” he rambled. “I should have known Matteo hasn’t changed at all.”

“In what way?” you questioned.

Luca cupped your face and gently caressed your cheeks with his thumb. “My cousin is very jealous. Always has been. Of my business, my success, but mostly my women.”

“Women?” you smirked, stressing the plural form.

Luca rolled his eyes. “You know what I mean. He just can’t be happy for me and always tried to meddle in my relationships.”

“Does it run in the family?”

“What?”

“Jealousy. Because right now, I can only see one jealous man and it isn’t Matteo.”

“You little–”

Luca picked you up swiftly, making you squeal. “Put me down, I dare you!”

“You know what happens to naughty girls? They get thrown into the snow!”

“Stop!” you laughed, kicking your feet. “Please don’t! I promise I’ll be nice!”

“You promise means nothing,” Luca said, playfully faking a heartbroken face after placing you back on your feet.

You let out a relieved breath. “Sometimes I really forget that you’re a grown man.”

Luca smiled, though shaking his head in disbelief. “You really can’t contain the taunting.”

You shook your head, smiling back. “No. It’s just too much fun.”

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Headcanon: date night idea's JJ comes up with

JJ's date night ideas ♥︎

~ Headcanon (not my gif)

(This went on longer than I intentionally intended to)

So, first of all, it's JJ and he is really bad at keeping a job so he doesn't have a lot of money to take you out on a date.

However, the money he does have is mostly reserved for you.

But most of the time he doesn't even need it because he can think of cheap dates.

Not that he thinks you deserve cheap dates.

Hell no, if he had the money he would take you to Paris or New York or Italy every month.

But he also knows that you couldn't care less where he takes you.

"As long as I'm with you J"

Or you would offer to pay since you have a bit more money to spend.

But JJ is too stubborn to let you pay.

"No babe, I'm the guy. Let me pay"

Which always made you roll your eyes when he said it but you know it makes him happy to take care of you so you let him.

You might not think it at first, but JJ is actually very romantic.

As long as it's for the right person.

And it so happens to be that you are that person.

JJ would do anything for you.

Call him whipped or not, he doesn't give a fuck.

After you started dating, he made it his mission to make you the happiest woman ever.

Little does he know you already were the happiest the moment he confessed he liked you.

On your first date, he took you out on the HMS Pogue and drove to a beautiful quiet spot where you swam, ate snacks, and lay on the boat looking at the stars.

You actually forgot the time and it was already after midnight when you realized.

JJ convinced you that night to stay there and sleep in the boat.

You were scared as hell in the dark, but JJ made you feel very safe.

Which also included having sex so you would forget about the dark for a while.

On your second date, he sneaked you into an outdoor cinema.

He knew a guy who worked there and convinced him to let you sneak in through the back entrance.

With the money he did had, he bought two beers and some popcorn.

The movie that was playing that night was American Honey, but you didn't see much of it considering you've been kissing and touching each other all night.

Much to the irritation of the other audience.

"Please do this in private, where we don't have to see it. People are trying to watch a movie here"

But you and JJ couldn't care less.

Other date ideas from JJ are that he makes you dinner at the chateau.

Which mostly fails, because he is really bad at cooking.

But he does clean the chateau, kick John B out, and set the dinner table with candles and slow music in the background.

So most of the time you end up having a romantic takeaway meal.

Or he takes you on a midnight date to Mcdonald's.

Or he just drives around for a while until you fall asleep.

But one of his favorite dates is to go surfing with you.

Both you and JJ are like champions at surfing.

You always make it a small competition, about who is the best, and the winner gets to decide what to have for dinner.

JJ lets you win most of the time.

You figured it out a while ago but you still let him.

For your first anniversary, he wanted to do something special.

He saved money for months.

There happened to be a concert by a band the both of you really like in a town nearby.

So he bought two tickets for the show and booked a hotel for one night so you didn't have to travel back late at night.

He almost had to sell his kidney for it but again, you are worth it.

On the day itself, he wanted it to be a surprise, so he didn't tell you where you were going.

When you got to the hotel and JJ was checking in you were a little confused but so excited.

You don't often go to hotels but you always love it.

The hotel room was small but pretty.

At that moment JJ couldn't keep it to himself anymore and explained what you were doing here.

"Oh My God, there's no way we are going to see (band name) live tonight!!"

"This is already the best first anniversary I could ever imagine."

To thank him already you ended up having sex.

After that, you explored the town for a bit.

One of the few times JJ let you pay for dinner since he was absolutely broke.

The concert was even better than you expected it to be.

Again, you were the happiest girl on this planet.

JJ really is the best boyfriend a girl could ask for.

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lost-in-sokovia · 2 years

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Niki x reader fake dating!

it’s business.

“what the fuck do you mean i ‘need a girl to seem more approachable?’” niki barked.

you rolled your eyes and huffed quietly, standing next to your publicist and a member of ferrari’s press team. yeah niki, this was your first choice on how to spend your saturday night, too.

when your manager had called you on your weekend off and explained how you needed to be flown out to italy to accompany niki lauda at some fancy awards gala for the racers, you almost pitched yourself out the window of your 15th floor hotel room. why would your manager volunteer you? there were plenty of other beautiful girls in your agency who would love to be in that sort of atmosphere with their arm linked with a famous jackass. the only benefit you were getting out of this was ferrari offered money, they were so desperate. so, with a large check in your hand, you had come to the conclusion that having the opportunity to look nice and drink champagne wouldn’t be horrible.

you’d just have to get past who your date was.

“niki, come on. it’s just one night and the press would like to see you with a nice g-“

“screw whatever the press thinks! i see no reason as to why me attending this gala alone is an issue,” niki argued bitterly. you glanced with wide eyes and eyebrows raised at your publicist, who took one deep exhale after reading your expression. it was a warm night in italy and the wind blew gently across your skin as you stood outside your hotel. you were dressed in a long, flowy red dress with gold hoop earrings and a necklace, your hair pulled back into a loose bun. niki wore a black tux, his hair as curly as usual, with shiny black dress shoes you were sure he barely used.

“niki, please. you’ll be the only one in there without a date, and the press and your fans are itching to see you start thinking about settling down with a nice girl,” ferrari’s press member begged. yep, your role for the night (as long as niki cooperated) would be “the nice girl niki lauda has decided he might settle down with.”

appealing title, right?

with a roll of his dark eyes and a few german curses, he muttered a “fine” and your publicist exhaled in relief.

“okay,” ferrari’s press member clapped happily. “so, miss (y/n), we appreciate you so much for taking time out of your weekend off to come accompany our niki.”

you forced a smile. “it’s no problem,” you replied through gritted teeth as your publicist stifled a laugh. niki reluctantly held out his arm for you to link on to as your limo pulled up to escort the two of you to the venue.

he politely opened the door for you as he surely shot one last desperate glare at the ferrari press member before slamming your door and walking around the back to climb in next to you. he sighed and you cleared your throat as niki settled in next to you, swiping the light brown curls out of his face. the limo slowly began moving and you stared straight ahead, not in the mood to initiate small talk.

“red? really?” niki inquired besides you. you looked over to meet his gaze and glanced down at your dress- ferrari red. you looked back up to meet niki’s amused expression and your eyes flattened as you frowned.

“listen, i’m not in the mood for you to get all smart about the color of my dress,” you grumbled and directed your focus out the window. niki chuckled next to you, shrugging.

“it makes sense. i’m sure this is good publicity for you as well, anyway,” niki commented. your expression turned sour as you whipped your head back around, your earrings hitting the sides of your neck.

“good publicity for me? niki, you’re the one who’s so goddamn bitter and bitchy all the time that you couldn’t get a date to this gala!” you laughed bitterly. “i’m doing you a favor, thank you very much. ferrari is quite literally paying me to deal with your ass tonight, so a couple thousand bucks for me to take a couple pictures with your arm around my waist is fine by me.”

niki’s eyebrows were furrowed, and his eyes looked black in the back of the dark limo. you raised your eyebrows and made a mocking face at him before resuming your position of staring straight forward. it seemed you had left the rat speechless, and in the five minute drive that seemed like five hours you were fine with the peace and quiet.

when you arrived at the venue, you cleared your throat as you climbed out of the limo before niki could get around in an effort to maybe make him look bad. the ballroom venue was beautiful; a staircase with a velvet carpet in the front, potted plants framing the glass front doors, and you could see the beautiful chandelier and warm lights through the glass. there was paparazzi surrounding the walkway, and before you realized what was going on you felt niki’s arm wrap around your waist and his hand rest on your hip.

you took a deep inhale as you smiled, camera flashing all around you. “you don’t be difficult and i won’t be difficult, got it?” you offered through the gritted teeth of your smile. niki scoffed besides you and turned towards your ear.

“we’ll see about that, draga.”

• • •

mingling with the other drivers sucked, to put it plainly. not only that, but you and niki having to hide your impatience for each other was obnoxious and almost like a little game.

when niki would unenthusiastically introduce you (though maybe it wasn’t necessarily unenthusiastic, he always sounded like he wanted to kill himself when he was at parties anyway), after shaking the person’s hand you would ruffle niki’s hair and maybe subtly pull it a bit harshly, or maybe pretend to fix his bow tie and really tighten it too much. for niki, he would occasionally squeeze your hip a bit too tightly or would hook his thumb beneath the strap of your dress and let it slap back onto your shoulder.

was niki being absolutely difficult? yes. was this game somehow keeping you going through the night? also yes.

after having a conversation with another racer and his partner, you quickly led niki away into a secluded corner and glared at him with an open jaw.

“okay trying to rip my earring out of my ear was too far, asshole,” you scolded. niki huffed and rolled his eyes, a warm honey color in the light as compared to the black in the limo.

“okay, okay, i apologize for that one,” he muttered. you raised your eyebrows for a moment and fiddled with your ear for a moment. “are you alright?”

“yeah, if you would’ve pulled any farther though i’d be able to fit a gauge in here,” you responded bitterly. niki let out an amused scoff as he surveyed the crowd again. you gazed at niki for a moment, amusement still lighting his expression as he shook his head. when he met your gaze you sniffed and looked away awkwardly.

“come, they’re about to start the awards,” niki broke the silence. you nodded and began to follow him to a table within the crowd of other black suits and fancy dresses slowly flooding towards their tables as well.

if you were being honest, you weren’t paying that much attention to anything going on or being said. you would clap when everyone else clapped, and occasionally niki would glance at you and you would give him an absent minded smile, swirling your glass of champagne between your fingers.

your earlier exchange was still on your mind, the way niki had actually apologized for what he had done when you had said he crossed a line. it had been kind of a fun little game, no matter how many bruises or marks you were sure the both of you had at this point. niki was still an asshole, but maybe he just longed for a bit of attention that wasn’t due to his successes in a race car.

you were pulled from your thoughts when you heard the name “niki lauda” being announced and a spotlight hitting you and niki. you blinked and looked around before finding niki, who was being ever the mr.-i’m-so-stoic-and-professional-not-much-excites-me. he stood up and nodded at the crowd, doing the thing where he raised one hand in a sort of appreciation for the celebration of his victory.

you watched him begin to move towards the stage, until a few various shouts of “take the girl!” erupted from the crowd. your heart stopped for a minute and niki’s warm eyes looked back at you, and he held his hand back to you. you looked around nervously before hesitantly getting up and placing your hand in his, the cheers getting louder from the victorious request as you followed niki on stage. the lights were bright in your eyes as you surveyed the crowd next to niki.

“uhm, i’m very appreciative to have this award, thank you very much… things like this take a lot of hard work, so it’s nice to know that i haven’t been busting my balls for nothing,” niki spoke, earning a laugh from the crowd. you giggled and he paused. his wide eyes met yours as you grinned warmly at him, and he admired you before clearing his throat and looking back out to the crowd. “and i’d like to thank my girlfriend, always telling me to keep going and encouraging me because if i don’t i think she might slash my tires,” he added.

the crowd broke out into applause once more and you didn’t realize how fast your heart was beating until niki met your heartfelt expression. his eyes twinkled in the bright spotlight, and you could tell it didn’t bother him to say what he said.

“kiss her!!”

simultaneously, you and niki whipped in the direction of the voice and a few supporters joined in. your eyes darted around as you internally panicked for a moment. you saw niki’s just as panicked expression, and decided he had been as bold as possible for the night and it was time to take matters into your own hands.

you placed your hand beneath his chin, turning his head towards you. his eyes were wide and confused, and you took no time to bring his lips towards yours and engulf him in a kiss.

he was frozen for a moment, before just barely allowing himself to relax (considering that this was way out of his comfort zone). you held him close before gently breaking the kiss, trying to hold back a laugh as niki simply nodded awkwardly. he quickly ushered you off the stage as the applause continued and pushed you all the way back to your seats.

after the ceremony was finished, you and niki didn’t stick around and quickly said your goodbyes. you weren’t leaving in the same limo, and you had decided that after the two of you walked outside you no longer needed to keep up the charade.

you were unsure how to approach niki, for he had been very quiet after your little show onstage and fiddled with the little trophy in his hands. the two of you stood outside, a few feet apart from each other as you waited in the awkward silence for your transportation to arrive. you’d occasionally peek at niki, whose gaze was downward with an awkward little frown across his lips. well, just when you thought the two of you might become friends, you kissed him and had to ruin it.

your limo pulled up and you sighed, accepting that the night was just about as much of a bust as you thought it would be. as you opened the door to the limo, you heard niki yell “wait!”

you paused, looking up to meet eye contact.

“thanks for coming with me tonight…” niki thanked awkwardly. you blinked, taken aback.

“y-you’re welcome.”

“stay in touch, would you?” he added, a twinkle in his eyes. your jaw dropped and your eyes widened, but you quickly regained your composure and nodded.

“…bye niki,” you said quickly before climbing into the limousine and shutting the door. you sat dumbstruck as the vehicle began moving through the night, street lamps shining through the window. did niki lauda seriously just ask you to stay in touch with him?

you scoffed and began to take out your hair. a hand slowly wandered to your hip and you rubbed it gently, scouting out any bruises niki may have left. you closed your eyes and let your head fall back against the headrest as your mind rampaged through the events of the night.

a couple thousand bucks, a couple pictures, a couple bruises and marks, and possibly a new relationship.

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eagerforhoney · 2 years

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Fluffmas Day 11 - with Kylo Ren

Day Eleven: Their Favorite Song

Kylo Ren x Female Reader

WC: 1,458

CW: established relationship, lowkey exhibitionism, smut with a sprinkle of fluff, PinV sex, Kylo has BDE, mentions of eating

Twelve Days of Fluffmas Masterlist

It had just turned over from January to February and you and Kylo had spent the last month touring through Greece and Italy. Eating, walking around, relaxing, and christening every hotel and villa with several rounds of hot, passionate, loud sex was what filled your days so far during your vacation. You now had been in Monaco for a few days and were on the beach all day. As promised, Kylo had insisted you wear the most revealing bikinis he could find so that your ample curves and new tattoo would be displayed to anyone who gazed at your body too long. That turned out to be several sets of eyes and it only spurred Kylo on, having to ravish you in the private cabana you two would occupy each day you were on the hot and sunny beach near your hotel. “I love how everyone can see who you belong to,” he would moan out while sheathing his entire length inside of you. His thumb now always lovingly rubs over the heart tattoo encasing his initials every time he has you on your back, eyes darting between it and watching you stretch around him with each thrust. “Fuck! You feel so good, do you know how much I fucking love you? Love your body, your mind, the way you take me so well. You’re perfect and just for me, aren’t you, Angel?” His mouth was running nearly as fast as his hips were rutting into you and you ate it up. “Yes, yes! I’m all yours, always,” you mewled out as best you could despite him hitting that deep spot inside of you that made you lose all coherent thought. You almost forgot you were basically in public where anyone could hear you, but Kylo made sure you weren’t thinking about anything besides how good he was making you feel. The second his thumb slinked down from your tattoo to your swollen clit, you were cumming hard and very loudly. The second your walls started contracting around him he was emptying himself deep inside you, the feeling making you feel so full of him, both literally and figuratively. You were so in love with him and the way he fell on top of you, trapping you in his embrace with his wide torso and substantial weight, you knew he felt the same way, feeling totally wrapped up in you.

After you both recovered and your breathing had returned to normal, the sun was setting and you were eager to get in the shower and into bed. Each time Kylo had fucked you on this trip you were desperately worn out after, almost like he was hellbent on claiming you more than he usually was. As you exited the cabana, several people whipped their heads forward failing to make it seem like they weren’t listening to you and Kylo getting lost in each other. You looked up at his face as he wrapped a free arm around you, the other carrying the bag and towels you brought with you. The smirk he returned your look with shows off his adorably crooked teeth and made you softly chuckle. You didn’t care if the whole beach heard you, you weren’t about to censor your pleasure and Kylo would make sure of it.

When you got back to your hotel room Kylo dropped the bag on the ground before lifting you into his arms bridal style and carrying you into the grandiose bathroom while you wrapped your arms around his neck and kicked your legs as you laughed and gave him kisses from his neck to his jaw, and then up his cheek to his nose and temple. You had never felt more in love with this man you thought to yourself as he set you down in front of the giant bathtub. You held his forearms as you looked deeply into his hazel eyes as you softly said, “I love you so so much, Kylo. I hope you know I’ve never felt this deeply for anyone. You make me feel so safe and I never feel alone, even if we aren’t together. I just wanted to tell you how much you mean to me.” His smile reaches his eyes despite it being still so soft. His hold around you tightens as the tub continues to fill. “And I love you so deeply, my love. You have changed me for the better in so many ways; I’m a better man because of you and your love. Now let’s get cleaned up before you pass out on me,” he says with a little chuckle before completely lifting you into the tub and slipping in behind you. Once you were finished cleaning the sand and saltwater from each other’s bodies Kylo had tucked you into the king-sized bed, lifting the down blanket up to your chin. He slid in next to you and pulled you to him from your middle, softly tracing your tattoo with his large fingers. His ministrations pulled you into unconsciousness immediately along with the warmth he radiated from his chest and arms into you.

You woke the next morning with music playing loudly from the main room of the suite. You sleepily swung your legs over the side of the bed, rubbing your eyes and stretching your arms above your head before standing up and pulling one of his large t-shirts over your head and groggily making your way towards the source of the music. You emerged into the small kitchen to find your big man towering over the hot plate wearing only a pair of black boxers. The kitchenette was a total mess but the smell coming from whatever he was making was heavenly. You walked up to him and wrapped your arms around him, kissing his back a few times before resting your cheek on it and with a squished face mumbling, “It’s a little early for this, don’t you think?” to which he rubbed one large hand over both of yours and replied, “Good morning to you too, Baby. And it’s never too early for Zeppelin.” He ushered you to the small dining table where you could look out of the floor to ceiling window showcasing a breathtaking view of the water and the boats crowded at the shore. The spread was immaculate and somehow the rock music only made it a better breakfast. Once you were done eating Kylo casually mentions with a mouth full of food, “I think this is my favorite song now.” You tipped your head to the side and closed your eyes to listen closely, recognizing it to be “All My Love” by Led Zeppelin. You open your eyes and look across the table at him to find him looking back at you with a look that could only be described as… nervous? You were confused why and asked, “Is that a bad thing? Why is it your favorite song, Baby?” He took a deep breath and almost nonchalantly answered, “Because it’s the song that played when you agreed to marry me.” You blinked several times while your brain attempted to absorb his words. “W-what? Are you proposing to me right now?” You both were basically in your underwear, sharing a casual breakfast during a beautiful Monaco morning. “Yeah, I am. What do you say, Baby? Wanna be Mrs. Ren or are we going to have an awkward trip to France?” He was smirking at you now, confident in your answer. You were honestly more surprised that the situation is so casual, you would have expected something much more fancy from him. Whatever the setting, you are elated. You leapt out of your chair and into his lap, smothering his face in kisses before squealing out, “Yes! Yes of course I’ll marry you! Oh my god, Kylo, I’m gonna be your wife! And oh my GOD, you’re gonna be MY husband. I am so happy, you make me so happy!” You were barely getting all your words out and Kylo was smiling so wide you can basically see each individual tooth in his mouth. “Yeah, Baby, I’m gonna be your husband. Fuck, hearing you say that is making me hard.” He stood, lifting you up and headed back into the bedroom before dropping you on the bed and frantically pulling your panties down your legs and throwing them somewhere neither of you could see. He’s on top of you so fast, kissing up your neck and settling himself in between your thighs. “I’m gonna fuck my fiance just how she deserves. That sound good, little wife?” You moaned at his words, now much more appreciative of Led Zeppelin than you were when it had woken you only a few hours ago.

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