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theboundlessxvoid · 2 years
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clingy - jj maybank
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summary - jj and his girlfriend got into a huge argument. sometimes he needed space, but she couldn’t seem to grasp the idea of it at all.
warnings - mentions of trauma?, mentions of arguing, angst, crying, mentions of panic attacks. i think that’s it; lmk if there’s more.
a/n - this is bad. you were warned.
word counter - 563
post number - 5
reader - she/her, fem
they couldn’t even be around each other for longer than five minutes at the moment. yn thought it was the end of their relationship.
that’s how it usually went in her life.
all of her mums ex’s would break up with her after a big argument, just how they did with her aunt, just how yn’s ex’s did too. safe to say she never had a healthy relationship.
with these kinds of thoughts, yn was quick to gather jj’s belongings for him, not wanting to make their situation worse.
she collected his hair products, surfboard wax, hoodies, clothes, cd’s, any other bits and bobs of jj’s she could find and neatly shoved it all into a box.
she noticed something that also belonged to jj. the tickets from the first movie they went to. he paid for them, so they were his, right? but surely he wouldn’t want them. it finally clicked in yn’s head how many memories she was throwing away by giving his stuff back, but she knew she had to if they broke up. she held the tickets in her hand, looking at them with heartbreak in her eyes.
a tear slowly strolled down her face. not again. please not again, she begged. no more panic attacks. she had one already, picking up the hoodie of jj’s that she slept in every night. she managed to control her breaths, and quickly get herself together. she knew this had to happen.
she was quick to hop onto her motercycle and make her way to jj’s home.
she took a deep breath before building the courage to knock on the door. she got a quick, harsh response, with the door angrily flying open.
the man at the door rubbed his forehead, squinting his eyes in frustration, not even looking at who was there, “what do you want?”
“just to give your stuff back.” yn said softly.
jj looked up, “why?”
“cause we’re breaking up?” she hesitated, wondering why he was confused.
his jaw dropped slightly, “are you serious? i accidentally spilt ketchup on your dads old sweater and you’re breaking up with me? i get you’re mad; but it was an accident. why would i purposely spill ketchup on a dead man’s sweater? i’m not that fucked in the head.” the blonde went on a rant.
“what are you talking about? i don’t want this to happen, this is how it goes though.”
jj pulled yn inside, gently by the wrists, and sat her down on the couch.
“this is how what goes, babe?” he spoke softer, starting to understand what was happening.
“you argue, then you break up, then you go again, and again.”
he smiled, softly, “no, darling. no.”
“what?”
“that’s not what happens. you argue, you have time to think, then you talk, maybe someone apologises, then you let go, and pretend nothing happened. we don’t need to break up sweetheart.”
“really?”
“of course.”
she sighed, a sigh of relief, as she fell forwards into jj’s chests, a few tears sliding from her waterline, “thank goodness. my mum has really taught me wrong.”
“and all the other douche bags you’ve dated.”
“yeah.” yn chuckled.
“wait, when did you get this hoodie?” jj spotted, finding his old hoodie that went missing nearly a year ago, that he never found.
“never mind that, we’re okay again!” yn cheered, changing the subject.
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myfictionaldreams · 11 months
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The Haunting Silence // Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader
Summary: Natasha was your soulmate and she had done everything physically possible to keep you hidden and safe. Every day the two of you spoke through your mind using your soulmate connection but, what happens when suddenly Natasha's mind is silent?
Requested by: @southern-goth​ thank you for the request!
Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, angst (lots!), fluff, hurt/comfort, head injury, Sense 8 soulmates AU, Crying/Anxiety, threats of violence, protective Natasha, scissoring, oral sex, fingering, multiple orgasms
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Soulmates: two souls that are deeply connected and once successfully found, can communicate through their minds, no matter how far the location or language that was spoken. They were rare and many people were driven insane with the search to find their one true love but not you, you'd accepted years ago that there may never be the chance of ever finding her until fate was on your side.
It had been a beautifully mundane day. The movies like to show a romantic first meeting between two souls tied together from the depths of time, whether it be colliding in a coffee shop, running through the rain or even the hero saving someone from a villain. This was not anything like the start to your story, in fact, there were many details you couldn't remember.
Was it sunny? A Monday? Were you wearing jeans or leggings? You were completely unsure of any of these details but these were all menial with regard to the bigger picture no matter what day it was; it was the best day of your life as you met your soulmate. One minute your thoughts were your own, always described as 'hauntingly silent' by individuals who had already found their soulmates and thought back to the time before meeting their loved one.
Then the next, as you turned towards the exit of your work, your eyes hadn't even connected with her green eyes, still mesmerised by her lips as another silky voice echoed, "Oh", through your mind. It wasn't just this, as a warmth settled through your chest, not realising how empty you had been surviving through life until you finally found her, Natasha, your soulmate.
Natasha Romanoff had recently joined SHIELD when the two of you met but, she was honest about her alter ego Black Widow, as well as her past as an assassin which quickly helped to decide the dynamic of your relationship: a secret.
You were a nurse in a small hospital in the middle of nowhere, it was a surprise to you that Natasha had even found your workplace with it only being used by the locals. This fact actually aided with you being able to keep the relationship secret, you were a nobody in comparison to Natasha, no one would even look in your direction with suspicions or notice a hooded figure sneaking into your home in the middle of the night with your lack of neighbours.
At first, it had been difficult, you'd just found someone you wanted to spend every waking second with but she had to travel around the world and face dangerous missions constantly. However, thankfully with your soulmate connection, you could talk through your minds as long as you were both awake. Then as aliens attacked Earth and the Avengers were formed, you were happy to still be hidden, knowing that if anyone found out about you, they could use you against Natasha so a long-distance relationship it was.
Every single day, the two of you spoke, her words always feeling like being wrapped in a tight warm hug or when the tone changes, a seductive finger sliding down your spine.
Today, you were 5 hours into your shift at the hospital, finding a spare moment to wander down an empty corridor, hugging a report to your chest as a smile widened across your face.
You aren't lying to me, are you? your words were teasing towards Natasha but had every undertone of seriousness behind them.
Natasha had to hide her smile behind the microphone of the headpiece she wore as she was currently flying the Quinjet on the way back from a mission with the Avengers. Why would I lie to you, Milaya?
Your heartbeat quickened at the use of her nickname for you, Milaya, translating to darling, a name that often had you feeling safe and warm. It was also an easy way for Natasha to distract you from your questioning so you shook your head and tried to remain on track with your mind communication.
Please tell me, you encouraged, trying to find out if your soulmate had earned any injuries on this mission.
I'm fine, it's only a scratch on my wrist. - and bruised ribs to match the deep purple shade forming along her jaw where some asshole managed to punch her in the face, but you didn't need to know about that Natasha decided. You were at work and didn't need the distraction.
Hmm fine, I'll believe you for now but I'm going to see if you're lying when you get here in 2 days' time, you responded trying to sound slightly doubtful, having had this conversation with the red-haired assassin far too many times before.
Natasha's mouth quipped into a soft smile that she didn't bother to hide, eyes softening as she looked across the extensive view of clouds. 2 days seemed like such a long time to you both, her stomach twisting uncomfortably thinking about the wait as she decided, I'll try and visit sooner.
Don't rush baby, I would love to see you but please rest. It had been nearly two weeks since you had been able to hold or kiss Natasha and it was almost like you craved to be with her, needing to smell her hair, stroke her bare skin - you were going insane without her around. However, you couldn't help but feel bad that she felt the need to rush to be with you, she was so busy on these missions, hardly eating, sleeping and having to be at peak physical performance at all times. She was doing the very most and travelling across the country to see you whereas you had to sit pretty and wait for her, yes you worked full-time at the hospital but it was hard to compare your fatigue to Natasha's.
I just want to be with you, Natasha finally admitted, her voice losing the confident tone she had been trying to uphold for your benefit.
Your steps slowed to a stop as you stared at a crack in the concrete floor, I want to be with you too. You sighed out loud, wiping a hand down your face before trying to continue the conversation. Where are you at the moment?
Natasha swallowed the lump forming in her throat, the sudden overwhelming sensation to cry needing to pass as she was still surrounded by her friends in the Quinjet who had no idea she had found her soulmate all of those years ago. Looking at her coordinates, she replied, we are flying over Colorado at the moment.
You smiled slightly as you approached the door you had originally been planning on visiting in the hospital, the happiness felt through the bond that Nat could feel her chest warming. Oh, I've always wanted to visit Colorado, I've heard the--.
Silence.
Not the silence that came with being distracted and losing your train of thought but the sort of quiet that left an empty hole in Natasha's chest as she waited for you to finish your sentence but it never came. The assassin sat up further in her seat, heart beginning to pound violently behind her ribcage as the realisation dawned on her that the emotions she was experiencing were the haunting silence she felt before meeting you before there was ever a soulmate connection.
Milaya? Natasha asked into the void of her mind, but there wasn't any sort of response or emotions felt back. Even when you were asleep, Natasha could feel your calmness and sense of contentment through the bond but it was just...lifeless.
MILAYA?! The red-haired woman was screaming through her mind, frantically pulling off her headset as they felt suddenly claustrophobic, forest green eyes darting wildly around the multitude of buttons laid out before her on the jet's console.
Nat hadn't noticed that in her surge of anxiety to try and get you to respond, she had actually begun verbalising her nickname for you, which caught the attention of Tony who was sitting closest to her.
"Who? I'm not naming the jet that Nat, if- Woah". Tony's words were swiftly cut off as Natasha pushed past him, her mouth was painfully dry, eyes wide and unblinking with fear, the match the tremor that had settled in her hands as she grabbed the touchscreen computer typing in your hospital's location.
Her eyes moved faster across the screen than ever before. There was nothing, no reports of an attack, nothing that would be a reason for your bond to completely disappear. Next, she opened the local police scanners and reports but once more, there was nothing that reverted back to the hospital.
Every second that agonisingly ticked past, she continued to scream a mixture between your name and Milaya, hoping there would be some sort of a response but nothing seemed to come of it.
"Natasha? What is it?", it was Steve who was asking now. Natasha's erratic behaviour was quickly questioned by her colleagues and friends who all approached and watched with confusion as she continued to lose all control.
Clint pushed past the others, grabbing onto his best friend's shoulders, his eyebrows furrowing as a tear slipped from the woman's eye, sliding down her cheek. Looking over her shoulder towards the screen, he recognised the hospital name, him being the only person that Natasha trusted with your whereabouts.
"What is it?" Clint demanded.
"I... I can't hear her", Natasha's voice was quiet and displayed her distraught brokenness.
"Her? Who is her?" Tony asked.
"Tony, not now", it was Bruce this time who spoke up, having never seen Natasha lose her composure like this, something had to be seriously wrong.
Clint's hands moved to cup her cheeks, forcing her to look up at him, "Nat, I'm gonna need you to take a deep breath in for me and tell me what's going on."
Natasha removed herself from Clint's grip after taking one steady breath before turning back towards the computer screen, not bothering to wipe away the tears that she couldn't stop from falling as she attempted to log into the hospital's CCTV. From there, she rewound the feed to a couple of minutes ago and began to search through the corridors.
"Can someone explain what's going on, please?" Steve asked, more sternly than before, trying to find some answers that he wasn't getting.
However, the Black Widow wasn't listening, becoming even more panic-stricken with each passing second as she searched for you on the screen until finally, some air returned to her lungs as she found you walking down a deserted corridor, the footage a minute before the bond suddenly stopped. Natasha nearly smiled at seeing you there, even though she couldn't see the details of your face due to the low-quality cameras.
Tentatively, she, along with the rest of the Avengers, watched you walk down the corridor. Nat's eyes continued to glance at the time, watching it tick down as you approached the door at the end of the corridor, opened it and stepped in and then nothing as it was the time everything became silent. There were no further camera feeds in that room, you were simply there one minute and then something happened in the room and the bond was gone.
Natasha rested her head against the computer, closing her eyes to put all of her effort into shouting your name into the void in her mind but the only thing that responded was the silence and the disrupting shouting from the people around her was distracting.
"Everyone shut up!", she demanded with authority, thinking hard enough that it was beginning to form a migraine.
Glancing towards Clint, who looked just as worried as she felt, he asked, "Nothing? What about here?" he tapped against his chest, directly over his heart.
Natasha shook her head before a red suitcase caught her eye line. Taking a step towards Tony she demanded, "Give me the iron man suit".
Tony scoffed, "What? Not until you explain what's happening- wait what the fuck?!"
"GIVE ME THE SUIT!", Natasha had lost all composure, not thinking clearly, only thinking about you as a priority as she reached into her holster and within half a second, had her gun pointed towards Tony's head.
"Natasha, put the gun down, NOW.", Steve demanded, taking a step towards the billionaire like he was going to stand in front of the gun for his friend.
Nat began to cry, still mumbling, "Give me the suit Tony", the hand holding the gun still visibly shaking. Clin stepped directly in the path between the gun and Tony before Steve could, he held up his hands for good measure to show he didn't mean any harm.
"Nat listen to me", his voice was calm and low as he spoke, like he was talking to a frightened animal. "Even if you wear his iron man suit, I don't think you're in the right mindset to be by yourself so this is what's going to happen. You're going to lose the gun and I'm going to sit in the pilot seat and fly us to her, we'll be there in a couple of hours but you need to calm down right now, this jet is too small to be firing guns and you know it".
She knew he was right, thankful that she had a friend to talk some sense into her as she lowered the gun, nodding her head towards Clint who rushed to the seat she was just sitting in, placing the headset over his head. Returning the gun back into her holster and watching as Clint increased the speed of the jet, she suddenly jumped as Bruce began talking to her.
"How long has it been since you found her?" he offered her a warm drink that she hadn't noticed him pour for her. Of course, Bruce was the first to suss out what was going on. Nat held the warm drink in her hands and forced herself to drink it, even though the nausea she felt was overwhelming, she needed to try and keep calm.
"Before I knew any of you...except for Clint", Natasha admitted quietly, sitting in one of the seats surrounding the edge of the Quinjet.
Steve sighed heavily, sitting next to her, now understanding just what was going on.
"Wait, so you've had a soulmate this entire time and you didn't tell any of us?" Tony asked, sounding slightly disheartened by the news.
"I had...I NEEDED to keep her safe Tony. Do you really think our jobs don't come without any repercussions?" Tony shivered at Nat's words, thinking about the number of times his soulmate Pepper had been caught in the crossfire due to him being Iron Man. "Exactly. I can't lose her, she's... the only person I have and the only one I let get close to me, she's my only one and now, she's not answering my calls, something is wrong, I know it is".
The Avengers all nodded their head solemnly, understanding why she had reacted the way that she did. Tony sat opposite Nat, eyes full of remorse, "So is her name Milaya? That's what I heard you say earlier".
Natasha released a half-assed chuckle beneath her breath, "No that's just a nickname, her name is y/n", she allowed herself to smile for a split second, thinking about the first time she'd called you Milaya and how fond you were of it.
Then realisation dawned on her that this was really happening. Not only were you potentially in danger but now the Avengers also knew about you, could this potentially mean you didn't need to hide anymore? Shaking her head she left that thought for another time, needing to make sure you were ok first.
"Everyone strap in", Clint shouted over his shoulder, the jet beginning to reach it's maximum speed. Natasha attached the buckles around herself tightly, dropping her head back and continued to try and shout down the bond.
Clint landed in the near-empty car park in record timing much to Natasha's relief, who hardly waited for the doors to fully open before jumping down onto the tarmac. Even though the car park was bare for vehicles, there was still a scattering of people gathered around, visiting people in the hospital or using the facilities which meant, as the Avengers were suddenly in this forgotten-about town, it caught their attention quickly, shouts and whispers from every direction.
This didn't stop the group however as they followed Natasha into the building, her footsteps fierce and confident, face full of determination, all tears gone as anger replaced those feelings. There wasn't any immediate sigh of distress as they entered the building, and no sign of an attack still or police presence.
The reception lay straight ahead, and immediately, Natasha knew that it was the receptionist Bonnie behind the counter, someone you had talked about with affection on many occasions and it dawned on the assassin that she probably knew every professional in this small building.
Trying to not sound too aggressive but still holding the urgent tone, Natasha stopped before the counter, staring at Bonnie who looked up with comically wide eyes, glancing at each of the Avengers before looking back at Black Widow as she began speaking, "Y/N, where is she?"
Bonnie frowned in bewilderment, "Nurse Y/N? But how did you know-"
Natasha's heart dropped painfully as the receptionist seemed to confirm that something had happened. Beginning to lose her composure once more, her voice raised in noise level as she demanded, "Where is she? Is she even here? Did someone take her? Is she dead-?"
Bonnie quickly cut off Natasha's rant, standing from her seat with raised hands, "No! No she's not dead but something did happen earlier, let me take you to her".
She directed the group down a corridor, half running with how fast Natasha was trying to walk in front of her, ignoring the stares from the other patients and professionals. As they approached a series of windowed rooms, Bonnie began to explain what had happened.
"A ... a guy came in earlier, we think he snuck through the basement but he was caught stealing meds which were where Nurse Y/N was stationed and...she found him in the cupboard and he hit her hard across the head, by the time we found her, the guy was gone and she was unconscious on the floor. The doctors are still waiting for her to wake up was the last update that I had".
Natasha was reeling from the information, knees momentarily buckling but Clint was right behind her, hand under her arm to keep her upright and moving. You were alive, that was the information that alarmed through her mind, you were unconscious that was why she couldn't feel the concentration, it wasn't like you were asleep and could wake at any time, you'd been forcibly put to sleep, your body healing and cold.
Then there was the fact that someone had actually hurt and injured HER soulmate, right now, you were her priority but the second you were feeling better, nothing and no law would stop Natasha from hunting this guy down.
Suddenly Bonnie stopped in front of a large window that looked into a private room that had light filtering through the blinds causing an orange hue to shift across where you lay in the hospital bed in the centre of the room. There were a few machines scattered around that were monitoring your observations and a nurse recording the results standing next to the bed.
Natasha had to use every part of her training to try and hold back the audible sob that threatened to explode from her mouth as she didn't wait for permission to walk into the room. However, no one seemed to have the courage to even question the Avenger, all looking confused between her and the other heroes, nurses and healthcare assistants gathering to see what all the commotion was about.
The nurse turned, hearing someone else entering to room, her eyes widening just as exaggeratedly as Bonnie's and Natasha was quick to read his name tag, Chris. Internally she smiled knowing you were in good hands, Chris had a reputation at the hospital for his quality of care and that you and he were close friends, it must have been hard for him to then stay professional and give care for his friends.
"Is...Is she ok?" Natasha finally found her tongue to ask the Nurse, her green eyes wandering over every inch of your body. You looked almost peaceful, except for the fact that you were still in your Nurse tunic and there was a bandage plastered to your forehead.
A wave of nauseous anger rushed through Nat's body but she took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. Chris's full attention was now on the Avenger as he answered her question with a surprisingly sturdy tone considering he was talking to one of Earth's Mightiest Heroes. "She's had several stitches to close the injury, we found a metal pole next to her covered in blood so she took a strong hit. Thankfully there's no internal damage shown in the scans and she's yet to wake up but her observations have remained stable. Even if she wakes, she'll need to stay for a day or so to fully assess the damage."
The red-haired woman nodded, feeling somewhat relieved hearing this.
"Natasha?" Clint asked from the doorway having heard what Chris had said, waiting until the assassin turned towards him before continuing. "You good? We'll get out of here to give you some space just... keep in touch, will you? Let us know when she wakes up and-", his voice lowered dangerously low, "we'll find the guy".
Natasha nodded thankfully, even though she wanted to find whoever did this, the promising look in Clint's eyes she knew to trust that he had it covered. The rest of the Avengers shuffled back down the corridor, waving at the onlookers, thankfully taking the spotlight off of Natasha for a second as she attempted to step closer to you.
With no one there to hold her up, her knees buckled once more with overwhelming relief pulsing through her heart as she reached for your hand, her eyes filling with tears at the warm skin of your hand against yours, finally feeling grounded and connected to you.
Chris was quick to provide a chair for the Assassin, leaving the two of you and ushering away the spectators through the window, Natasha decided she would find him later to thank him for this.
"Oh Milaya," Natasha sighed as her face searched yours, hand gripping yours before stroking the back with his thumb.
The movement seemed to stir something with you as your fingers twitched in her grasp, a moan releasing from your mouth, eyes flicking beneath your still-closed eyelids. It almost felt like instinct for you to turn your head towards Natasha, feeling her presence there as the further you stirred, the mouth the empty hole in Natasha's chest filled with your bond.
"Natasha?" you whispered, voice thick and slurring slightly.
Nat brushed her other hand across your cheek, leaning down to lightly kiss the part of your temple that wasn't covered in bandages, mumbling "I'm here, baby". For this once, she absolutely didn't care who could see the two of you, Natasha allowed herself to be vulnerable for a moment, she thought she'd lost you, there was no way she was wasting another moment again.
A further hour passed before you moved again, sucking in a deep breath to properly fill your lungs and frowning, feeling something was off but not sure what. Blinking open your eyes, you flinched at the bright light that sent pain sparking across your head.
"Milaya?", Natasha whispered, careful to keep the noise down to not affect your sensitive senses. Her thumb brushed across your soft cheek, trying to help you arouse so she could see your pretty eyes.
"Nat?" you asked again, voice still sounding just as slurred and thick as before, "Am I dreaming?".
Eventually, your eyes opened, squinting against the orange light still pouring through the outside window. Even though the doctors had been giving you pain relief through your IV that was attached to the back of your hand that Natasha wasn't holding, you were still sensitive to the lingering concussion.
"There are those pretty eyes", Natasha praised as you looked at her hovering over you. "You aren't dreaming, you're ok, you're safe".
"What- What's going on?" you asked, feeling like something was wrong but not quite understanding just yet. You were confused and dazed still. Attempting to sit up, you frowned as your soulmate pushed against your shoulders, keeping you lying but you were only attempting to be closer to her.
"Hey it's ok, you don't need to get up, you need to rest", Nat encouraged, watching as you looked down at your body, observing the leads attached to various areas to monitor your observations, the cannula in your hand to the heavy feeling in your head, lifting said hand to brush over the soft material of the bandage on your head. Natasha cupped your hand and pulled it away from your injury, "Be careful my love, you've been hurt, don't touch it".
"I've been hurt?" you asked with confusion but the slur was very much still evident, you still need to rest and recover.
"Yeah, do you ... remember anything that's happened? Do you know what day it is?" Natasha asked, staring down worriedly at you.
You tried to think hard about today but your mind continued to be blank with delirium. "Uh... I don't remember anything. I feel like I'm floating through space", you admitted but then something dawned on you, even though you couldn't name what day it was, you knew you were at work, having been in this particular room hundreds of times and Natasha was definitely next to you right now, still dressed in her Black Widow uniform. Eyes flicking over her shoulder to the indoor window, you could see some of your colleagues walking around. "You're here! In front of everyone, they'll see you, Natasha!"
Natasha's eyes softened, hands coming up to cradle your face, "Shhh Milaya, I don't care that they've seen me. Baby, I thought you were dead." Her eyes dropped from yours to stare at your name tag that was clipped to your tunic, willing the heavy emotions to remain at bay, you needed to rest and she didn't want to make you more upset. "We were talking and then you were silent but usually, I can feel you even when you're asleep but there was nothing and I couldn't... I had to come here, I thought you were in danger, I mean, you were in danger! Apparently, some asshole was stealing med and you found him so he hit you with a metal bar".
"I'm sorry I scared you", you responded, feeling overwhelming guilt over the situation but still feeling completely dazed and out of it. "Will you stay?" you asked hopefully, reaching up to touch her cheek gently.
"I'm not leaving your side", Natasha confirmed.
"Good". The two of you stayed silent for a few minutes as the assassin returned to sitting in her seat, lifting your hand to place it back against her cheek so she could nuzzle into it. You smiled at her softness, something she didn't often like to display before something else caught your eye, your fingers nimbly grasping her chin to turn her head away from you so you could look at her chin, seeing the painful bruise there, "I thought it was just a scratch you got on this mission?" you asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Ah, so you do remember somethings", Natasha smirked, referring to the conversation the two of you were having before you were attacked.
"Oh little bits," you admitted, "I bet we look like a right pair", you joked, eyes closing with heaviness suddenly exhausted.
"Get some sleep Milaya", Natasha muttered against the palm of your hand.
I love you, you spoke into the mind connection, feeling heat spreading across your chest with love.
Natasha had never heard such beautiful words before, sighing and leaning over before she could stop herself to kiss your lips softly, audibly whispering, "I love you too".
Thankfully, 24 hours later you were discharged and finally bombarded by your friends and colleagues that were swiftly brushed away by Natasha as she led you towards the exit, but she quickly admitted that her phone had been going off constantly from the Avengers, wanting to invite you over soon to be introduced.
It took Clint three hours to find the man responsible for the attack and had been keeping him in a secret holding for Natasha, not that the woman was rushing to leave your side any time soon.
The days passed by and you were forced to rest by both the Doctor and Natasha, who was quick to do anything and everything for you and you were more than thankful, the symptoms of the concussion taking longer than you'd anticipated to wear off.
Finally, you felt strong enough to climb out of bed, the smell of food being cooked coming from the kitchen had your stomach growling in hunger as you quickly had a shower, still careful of the plaster over your stitches but the massive bandage had been removed thankfully.
After dressing in only an oversized top and shorts, you smiled lovingly at the sight of Natasha in the kitchen, standing in dark joggers and a thin grey vest, her hands moving skillfully over the food that was cooking, toast popping up in the toaster.
You began to move forward with the plan to help her by buttering the toast, greeting her with a "Hello beautiful", and reaching for the knife and butter. However, your attempts were futile as Natasha snatched away the utensil.
"Nope, I'm doing that, go and sit down please", she began moving away from you, to continue with her cooking.
Rolling your eyes, you simply found another butter knife from the drawer and moved back to the toast, "I'm fine! I can butter my own toast, Natasha".
Once again, she simply removed the knife from your hand, shaking her head with a throaty laugh, "I'm looking after you so go and sit down".
"You have looked after me and I'm feeling almost normal except for the stitches", you admitted, pulling the toast over from the toaster and placing it onto the plate, moving closer to Nat to try and snatch the knives out of her hand but she held it at arm's length, still smirking. "You're relentless you know that?" you finally admit defeat, hand dropping to your side.
You watched her move for a moment, not planning on sitting down at all before stepping behind her as she stirred something in one of the pans. Your hands rested against her waist, fingers teasing along the hem of her vest to finally slip beneath and feel her warm, soft skin as your lips kissed along her exposed shoulder. You smiled against her, hearing the relaxed sigh escape her mouth.
"Hmm... and you are good at distractions", Natasha quipped over her shoulder, leaning into your touch.
"I've missed you," you admitted thoroughly, even though the two of you had been together for the last few days, due to you resting, you hadn't been able to be intimate and you missed her, especially being away for so long before the attack.
I've missed you too, Milaya. Natasha spoke through your mind, hands moving to rest over yours before turning slightly towards you. "But- I need you to eat first, your stomach growling woke me up this morning and I'd feel much more content knowing your belly as full before I take your clothes off".
You swallowed harshly at the end of her sentence, thankful that she wasn't fighting you on being intimate and you could deal with the request, kissing her mouth quickly before stepping back towards the table that was already set for the two of you to eat.
Sitting down, you watched mesmerised as she cooked, it looking almost like she was dancing around the kitchen, you knew you could never be as graceful as her but she also had extensive training which aided with her movements. Your core clenched though as her vest continued to ride up on her hips, exposing more of her stomach and you wanted nothing more than to lick the area.
"Having fun over there?" Natasha asked with a wicked smirk plastered on her beautiful face as she observed your wandering eyes and the shifting you were doing on the chair with your obvious arousal.
You bite your lip to hide your grin at being caught, not quite finding the words to respond that wasn't a request to take her clothes off so you distracted yourself by drinking the glass of water that was already placed on the table.
The two of you ate and chatted about Natasha's teammates, especially Tony who had sent about 50 invitations to you to join the numerous events that were coming up that the Avengers had to attend, hoping you would accept one so he could bombard you with questions.
You both had decided that you'd attend one eventually, increasing the security would be easier now as you didn't need to hide away. This new found freedom was exhilarating and you couldn't wait to walk down the street, holding her hand and showing everyone that she was yours.
Scrapping the plate clean and moaning at how good the food tasted, you stood to wash up the plates but once again, Natasha was grabbing the plates from your hands, moving over to the sink and placing them into the warm water.
"We can do that later", she informed, extending her slender hand for you to take and leading the way towards the bedroom. The two of you lay in the centre of the bed, your eyes were already heavy, you hadn't realised just how tired you were, with a full stomach and it had been the most you'd moved in days and had exhausted you quickly.
You felt bad having teased her and attempted to reach for her but she easily held down your arms, pulling your body against hers, fingers moving delicately across your scalp in a calming manner. "Get some sleep baby, I'll be here when you wake up".
When you finally woke, you were greeted with the peaceful sight of Natasha also sleeping, her features completely relaxed. Watching her for a moment, you carefully lifted your hand, attempting to tuck a strand of hair that had fallen across her face behind her ear but in a blink, your hand was stopped in midair as Natasha gripped your wrist.
You grinned as she opened her eyes, "It's really creepy when you do that".
Natasha's plump lips tilted into a smirk, her eyes flicking across your face as she bought your wrist up to her mouth, kissing the sensitive skin on the inside that sent a shiver through your spine. "You love how quick I am, really", she teased, her voice completely sultry to match the darkening look in her eyes.
"I love everything about you", you countered, leaning closer, finally closing the gap between your lips. Both of you released a heavy sigh, breaths fanning across each other's faces at finally touching. Your skin burned instantly, feeling like there were tiny electric pulses coming from wherever your skin met and it always felt like that when it was with your soulmate, intense and powerful.
Natasha broke the kiss first but only to move down your cheek, on her own journey to reach your lobe, nibbling the sensitive flesh between her teeth that caused a deep moan to vibrate in your chest as your fingers reached for the thin straps on her shoulders, efficiently pushing them down.
"My Milaya", Natasha whispered against your ear, her fingers, pushing underneath your shirt to do their own exploration. Just before the tips of your fingers began to graze over her now exposed breasts, she pushed you fully onto your back, easily rolling on top, straddling over your abdomen her shoulder-length hair falling and framing her face as she leaned over you. "Let me make you feel good".
You mewled in response, admiring the beauty that she was, the way her lips parted and shined in the light, the straps dropped off of her shoulder that allowed for her vest to drop and reveal her perked breasts that were desperate to be touched. A finger slid under your chin as she looked at you with a raised eyebrow.
"You're so beautiful Natalia", you praised, hoping your eyes showed as much affection as your words did. Natasha's shoulders visibly dropped with love at the use of her birth name before she was leaning over you and kissing you fiercely, desperately moving, tongue pushing and flicking against your own, both moaning as you could taste each other.
Your hips lifted trying to find some friction but ended up grinding against Nat who groaned at the contact, her fingers suddenly reaching to grasp the edges of her vest, pausing the kiss for a second so she could remove the offensive material before moving back down to your mouth.
It felt so good to have her chest naked, rubbing against your t-shirt, that she was willing to be so bare before you. Your fingers caressed down her spine first before pulling around to the front, grazing over her scars and careful of her still healing bruised ribs that didn't seem to phase Nat anymore as you finally cupped her tits.
You felt the weight of them against your palm, squishing the beautiful flesh before tweaking her pretty nipples, earning a grind down from Nat's hips on your abdomen. Smiling against her mouth, you knew she had ultra-sensitive nipples which only made it more fun to play with them, hearing the desperate little moans she would release.
Suddenly, you were left cold and reaching for more as Nat sat up, pushing her hair out of her face as she looked down at you, "take off your clothes", she demanded whilst climbing off of your lap to remove her joggers speedily. You did as instructed, first removing your shirt and then your underwear before lying back down and Nat was straight away straddling your body again.
With no layers of material between the two of you, her bare, noticeably wet cunt now lay against your abdomen. Your hands went to her hips to grind her hips further against you, making her rock her body against yours as she leaned down once more to kiss you, your breasts rubbing together as her pussy rolled against your stomach.
"I'm supposed to be making you feel good", Nat whispered breathlessly against your neck of which she had moved to leave open-mouthed kisses against the sensitive skin.
You chuckled, releasing her hip with one hand to reach between your bodies to play with her nipple again, feeling the vibration of her moan melt into where your chests touched. "You are making me feel good", you responded just as breathlessly, rubbing your thighs together and feeling how wet you were.
The assassin suddenly moved, half climbing down your body and moving one of your legs over her hip, lowering her hips and then her cunt was stroking against yours. The two of you moaned, and your eyes flicked between her now swollen parted lips and where her hips began rolling against yours, your clit brushing against yours, both of your juices mixing together.
You matched her movements, gripping onto the leg that she had positioned over yours still, your hips rolling with hers, both gasping and mewling as your clits were rubbed and swiped against each other.
"Feel so good baby", Natasha praised, her hand coming up to cup against your breast, massaging the flesh slowly to match the thrusting of her hips. Your head flung back as she tweaked your pebbled nipples as she pressed especially hard against your clit. "Do you like when I rub on you Milaya?" she asked you, feeling her cunt pulse with arousal at seeing you experience such pleasure.
"Yes, feel so so good", you groaned, also reaching up to play with her tits, before sitting up slightly and pulling her face down, kissing her desperately as you both chased your highs, clits still sliding against one another with how wet you both were.
You were so close, your core beginning to tighten as you began to chant her name like a prayer, needing and wanting her, begging not to stop as Natasha was responding with just as much desperation.
Your cunt then started fluttering as you came, hands gripping onto Natasha hard enough that you were sure to leave bruises but it just felt so good that you couldn't stop. Natasha continued her movements for a few further minutes, finding her own release with a beautiful gasp.
You had planned for her to catch her breath but she was moving before you could comprehend that she was, your legs being pushed back against your chest to expose your soaked cunt to her as she lay down on her stomach, eyes connecting with yours as her mouth dropped to your pussy.
She began by licking up everything you had spilt, moaning at the taste of yours and her juices, tongue pushing through your folds before teasing your hole that was still twitching to be filled. Your hands replaced hers with holding up your leg, of which she gave a long lick up your entire middle as a reward, now freeing up her hands. With one, she spread you open, giving her the perfect view of your clit and hole and then she was diving right in, her lips sealing around your clit and sucking whilst two of her powerful fingers pushed inside of you, curling instantly about your special spot.
"Oh my god- Natasha!" you moaned, and you could feel her smiling against your bundle of nerves at your reaction, seeing your eyes closed to concentrate solely on the pleasure that was being given you. This was all you had wanted for weeks, to be with her, spend time touching and pleasuring each other's bodies, feel the bond glowing and strengthening with the time spent together.
Natasha's skilled tongue and fingers drew a toe-curling orgasm out of you, your back arching to try and grind your hips on her face. She had been a master at work, her eyes never leaving your face as she watched you go through all the stages of pleasure.
You were then rolling the two of you over, and you wanted nothing more than repay her with your tongue but you still had to be careful of the stitches on your forehead. So instead, you used your fingers in her soaking cunt and your mouth sucked leisurely on her nipples which had her clenching around your fingers, your thumb stroking against her throbbing clit.
"Milaya, don't stop", Natasha cried out, hands clenching into the sheet below, her thighs shaking around your hand, a pink glow to her cheeks as she watched you move from one breast to the next. You didn't stop, wouldn't stop until she was cuming around you and the way her walls were becoming tighter, her breaths coming out in short bursts you knew it would be soon.
"Cum for me 'Tasha, wanna hear your moans", you encouraged after releasing her nipple for a second and then going straight back to sucking it harshly into the back of your mouth.
"Ah! Yes-!", Nat's eyes rolled back as she began quivering around your fingers and you didn't stop your movements, making sure to draw out every ounce of pleasure that you could, until her hips jolted through overstimulation.
Easing your fingers out of you, you quickly drew them to your mouth, moaning at the sweet taste of her before she was sitting up and kissed your lips. Her tongue stroked against yours and you could taste yourself on her, and you hoped she could do the same taste herself on your mouth.
Then you were both collapsing into the middle of the bed, limbs tangled together facing one another and trying to catch your breaths, sweat glistening off of your bodies. Smiling softly at her beautiful expression, feeling her thumb stroke near to your stitches, you asked, "what's going on in that head of yours?"
"I'm just thankful you're here with me, I don't know what I'd do if something happened to you", she admitted in nothing more than a whispering volume.
Reaching to take her hand in your own, you kissed her knuckles, feeling the scars beneath your lips, "You don't ever have to worry about that baby".
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fluff alphabet ౨ৎ leon s kennedy x gn!reader
𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 || working on sm leon fanfics at once ! i made this in like 20 minutes so it prolly sucks but idc!! nsfw alphabet coming soon :3
𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 || fluff (obvi), not proofread or read by betas
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 || deinking mentioned, none
𝐗𝐎𝐗𝐎 || leon s kennedy mlist 🎀 @starzu
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Activities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?
leon really loves just kicking back and relaxing with his s/o. after soo many life-threatening missions, he just wants to kick back on the sofa with his s/o in his arms and binge watch some tv. however, he also really loves taking they all the places they want to visit, whether it's a concert or a museum
Beauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?
everything, literally finds every inch of his s/o perfect and beautiful. but, he really loves their hands, especially if they are soft and smaller because it's the opposite of his hands that are rough from so much fighting and training. also finds their eyes beautiful, will literally hold contact for hours if he could
Comfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?
refer back to re4r how leon comforted ashley. he's really good at comforting you and will do anything to help cheer you up. 2 am emotional binge sesh? he's driving to the shoppe and buying you ice cream and frost and drizzle or syrup and sprinkles and brownie bits and cookies and and potato chips and and cheeseburgers and fries and tater tots and cheese and everything (i'm on a rlly strict diet so this is deadass just me listing foods i want rn) 5 pm cry sesh? he already has the tissues, blankets, stuffies and tear-jerking movies ready
Dreams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?
in 1998, leon would dream about having a totally normal relationship with you. big suburban house, a couple kids. but after the raccoon city, he kind of changed his dreams. he still craves the normal, domestic life, but now he kinda envisions it as just you and him. not that he doesn't want kids, he just doesn't want them to be in such a dangerous world
Equal - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?
i think he'd be more dominant in relationships when it comes to most things. not dominant in a weird, controlling way. but he would want his s/o to come to him before making any big decisions simply bc he probably brings home the bacon with his government paycheck. but other than financially, he's pretty passive, he really doesn't care what you do as long as you don't do like porn or like cheat
Fight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?
depends honestly; most fights he will forgive you, but sometimes he really holds it against you and just shuts you out for a while before resuming as if nothing happened. however, when he snaps and lets words he doesn't mean to get out, he will apologize so much. even if you forgive him, he doesn't believe it and will buy you everything
Gratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?
very grateful! in 1998-2013 and after vendetta specifically. he realizes that you help keep him happy pretty fast. if you're in raccoon city with him then he probably felt a lot better and more confident. (def not bc he wanted to show off in front of his partner!!) in 2004 he is soo grateful you were willing to stay with him even with the job he ended up with and with all the training he had to get. in vendetta i think that's when he might seem ungrateful cuz of his drinking.... but yeah after all that he's back to normal
Honesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?
a lot of secrets :(
mainly about work though, cuz unless you're an agent he literally cannot legally get into the details with you. he keeps secrets abt his drinking too, like you know he drinks but you don't know how much he drinks.
Inspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?
yes! he became more confident in himself because like being in a relationship makes him feel like somebody wants him, so he gains sm self confidence and actually wants to be stronger so he can return home from missions !
Jealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?
i think he gets jealous pretty easily. he will get a bit jealous if a person look at you twice, or somebody flirts. but part of him thinks you deserve somebody better so he doesn't ever tell you about his jealousy, you gotta hring it up first
Kiss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?
a very good kisser!! every single kiss is filled w sm love and affection and passion <3 mainly bc he doesn't really know when it will be the last kiss :(
first kiss was really special even though it was spontaneous. it was in the late hours of the night, the whole apartment dark except for the tv light. and you were slow dancing to some random song when suddenly the mood felt right and he kisses you MANSBSHH (this is based on my first kiss with my ex ....)
Love Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?
he doesn't really confess first, he drops subtle hints that he has feelings for you and just gopes you catch onto his words
Marriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?
yes, going back to dream. he thinks about marriage all the time, he likes the idea of having a cute lil spouse to come home too after grueling missions
he proposes totally out of nowhere. he originally had a plan, he was going to take you on a romantic vacation before proposing to you while there. but he chickened out last second, so after several other attempts (that he backed out of last minute) he finally had enough. and then one morning he got down on one knee after buying you a ton of donuts
marriage is really good. he's such husband material. overprotective but not too overprotective. possessive but not too possessive. you know what i'm saying?
Nicknames - What do they call their s/o?
sticks to the classics most of the time: babe, baby, love, sweetheart, etc etc. lots of italian pet names
however when he's sweet he really branches out: sweet girl/boy, lovie, lovebug, cuddlebug, pretty
On Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?
oh my gosh, this man is so lovey-dovey. literally heart eyes for you. but he forces himself to stay serious even thought other people easily know he's all your's. he doesn't talk much when it's just you and him, preferring to just sit silently across from you and listen to you. and that's what makes it obvious to others since normally he doesn't pay attention and always says his dad jokes or says something stupid
he expresses his feelings by like... yeah.... not being annoying i guess
PDA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?
hmm, he doesn't really like pda due to his job. he knows he has enemies who are after him, but most don't really know about you since they don't really look into that. however, when he's off work, he'll take you into cities and his hand in always on you, whether he's holding your hand, or his hand is planted on your hip/waist. just makes him feel better
he brags about you to all of his friends. chris hears about it nonstop while leon is drunk (and he sobs after bc the redfield bloodline.) "sure that looks nice on them but you know who would look better in it? my s/o." "oh, my s/o has that same necklace, i bought it for them in paris." (😭)
he doesn't really care after the missions. esp if he got close to death, he is all over you the second he sees you. he doesn't care who is watching or who sees, he is literally holding you as if you were dying
Quirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.
he knows whenever you are upset. doesn't even need to hear you speak. literally can just tell from your footsteps or your posture
also, he's really quiet so when you are having your moments he's able to sneak around withhout setting you off (please i get so annoyed when people are loud when i'm mad)
Romance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?
yes
he will do everything to make his s/o happy
Support - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?
it really depends on your goals. if your goal is to become famous on onlyfans (aimed) then he probably wouldn't really help cuz well why would he?
he believes in you to an extent, he's brutally honest sometimes so... yeah... if you're dumb he will tell you that you're dumb (in a nice way) but he tries his best to support you 💀
Thrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?
there's no such thing as routine with this man other than his exercise routine 
Understanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?
he knows you better than you do. this man literally buys whatever you're craving like a week before you even ask fo it. he knows exactly what album or movie or video game you're going to beg him to buy so he already got you it
Value - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?
literally his top pirority. it goes you, his friends, him. he always puts you ahead of himself in everything and values your life sm more than his own :(
Wild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.
everytime he returns from his missions, he always comes home with your favorite snack and an expensive bouquet of your favorite flowers (if you get the expensive bouquet reference jtm)
XOXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?
yes, he is so touch starved and can cuddle all day if you let him. he kisses you a lot as well
Yearning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?
he always carries a little polaroid of you snd him cuddles together on the sofa (taken before 1998 for draamtic effect) and just looks at it for a little bit
he also bought a small bottle of your fav purfume/fragrance and always takes it with him on missions, aweet boy :)
Zeal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of?
this man would literally take a bullet for you !! A BULLET !!
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reblogs appreciated always ♡
i'm making a ghost ver of this as well since i love him sm !! :))
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Mating Season
Bayverse Mikey x reader for the March fic event! No warnings apply. Some pinning by the wrists. Enjoy Spoon's First Smut!
Michelangelo had thought mating season was hard since he'd first gone through it. The insatiable desire, the rise in territorial behavior, the pining Yeah, Michelangelo would have said that mating season was difficult for him, back then.
But then he met you.
If he'd thought that mating season was difficult before, well. Now it was a whole new league beyond difficult. More like impossible. Taking care of himself alone had been hard enough when he didn't have an image in his mind, didn't have all these fantasies of what it would be like if you were the one working his cock instead. On top of being horny and territorial and pining, now he had to physically refrain from seeking you out and claiming you as his. Working your sweet cunt with his mouth until you cum on his face. Pinning you down and sliding his cock into your pussy, feeling how absolutely drenched you'd be for him as he enters you slowly - so agonizingly slowly. Feeling the way his cock fills your pussy, the way you squirm with pleasure beneath him. Clawing at him, raking your nails down his arms as you come undone from his bare cock alone. He knew he shouldn't be picturing you like this, shouldn't be stroking his cock and rutting into his pillow and running his fingers along the edges of his tender slit to thoughts of you like this, but he found himself powerless to resist. All he wanted was to claim you.
Especially now.
His season had come on earlier than usual. He should have expected it. It was always that way when one of his brothers had found someone they had feelings for, yet somehow it had still managed to blindside him. You had been in the dojo with them, it had started out innocent enough. Practicing moves to thwart potential attackers. But when you'd failed to execute the movement correctly and he had managed to overpower you and pin you to the mat, it had been all he could do to release you and hope you hadn't noticed - hadn't seen the way his pupils had blown so wide his irises were all but gone, hadn't felt how slick he'd become with your thigh between his legs, hadn't noticed the (hopefully) subtle stutter of his hips at the feeling. You hadn't said anything, hadn't acted strangely or treated him any differently, so he assumed he'd gotten away with it. He was a ninja, after all. What was a small bout of arousal between friends, anyway? Your scent still lingered softly in his room, and it wore away at his composure. Drove him to run his fingers up and down his slit as he recalled the image of you pinned beneath him. Dip them in as he imagined taking you there in front of his brothers, so everyone would know you were his. The image of you writhing beneath him, calling his name out eagerly as he took you, had him pumping his digit fully in and out now.
He definitely shouldn't be answering a phone call from you while knuckle deep inside himself. “Heeeey babes,” his voice comes out breathy, almost hoarse to his own ears, “what's up?”
“You. Me. Pizza. Popcorn. Movie marathon.” Your voice is light, casual even. You haven't seemed to notice he's out of sorts yet. Haven't noticed how just hearing your voice is enough to almost make him drop for you right now.
“Uhhhhh,” Mikey looks down at himself, sees the desperate way his fingers are plunged inside, see the wrinkles in the sheets from the death grip he'd had on them right before you'd called. “Maybe not tonight, angelcakes. I'm, uh. I'm not feeling so great. Might be coming down with something.” Only half a lie. He felt amazing. On fire, even. Couldn't stop picturing your perfect tits.
“Please, Mikey?” Oh. If he thought he was closing to dropping before, well. Your voice is so sweet. Tantalizing, even. He imagines those words pouring out of your lips over and over again as he teases your slit with his cock. “Besides. I already picked up your favorites and I'm about 5 minutes away. Be a real shame to let this pepperoni extra cheese go to waste.”
He shouldn't. He knew he shouldn't. But. He was hungry. In so many ways. “Just, uh. Just give me a couple minutes to take a shower.”
“Deal.” Click.
Mikey had never moved so fast in his life. He couldn't risk you showing up when he was still so close to dropping over thoughts of you. A nice, innocent shower should do the trick. Except he made the mistake of picturing you walking in on him. Stripping yourself of your clothing. Sauntering towards him. Stepping into the shower with him. He found himself imagining the way the water would look as it runs down your beautiful, soft skin. Each droplet beading up nice and fat before sliding down over your shoulder, down the smooth expanse of your back, over the swell of your ass. Another sliding down over your collarbone, catching a little for a moment before continuing it's path downwards. Down to the soft, soft skin of your breast. Slowly sliding it's way between them, another droplet rolling over the top and resting on your pert little nipple - perched perfectly, tantalizingly for a brief second before plunging down, down, down to slide its way over your sweet sex. Unable to contain himself any longer, he dropped eagerly into his own waiting hand. Long, thick strokes of his cock as he imagined himself in place of those water droplets. His hands exploring the curve of your ass. His mouth wandering deliciously across your chest. Tasting your breasts, teasing your nipples, licking at the sultry meal that would be your sweet sweet cunt - if only he could get his mouth on it. He'd eat you out for hours. Faster strokes now as he imagined the sounds you might make, imagined the way your eyes would look at him as you begged him for his cock. Begged him to fuck you. You'd be so needy for him. He could make you so needy for him. You’d be such a pretty little thing, begging for him. Such a good girl.
So much for a nice, innocent shower. He really needed to hurry now if he was going to clean up the mess he'd just painted all over the shower wall and regain his composure before you got here.
You walked into the lair just in time to greet Mikey as he exited the bathroom. Something seemed… different about him. Maybe it was the way the last bits of steam still followed him, silhouetting his form with soft and hazy light which almost seemed to make him glow. Or maybe it was that his already impressive physique seemed somehow more imposing, more impressive - as if he were standing straighter than usual, muscles seemingly more defined than you recalled. Whatever it was, he looked good. You found yourself already missing him, knowing he would be hiding himself away soon for whatever secret spring ritual he and his brothers participated in every year. It would be a lonely week, and you would be left with yet another chance to try to cleanse your system of this secret crush you had on the youngest brother.
“Hey, babes!” Mikey called out to you. You must still be imagining things, because something about his tone sounded almost sultry.
“I heard a certain ninja turtle needed a pick me up.” Shaking the thoughts of your rampant crush on him from your head, you raised the pizza boxes in invitation. Mikey’s responding smile was dazzling. Brighter than the sun - and you were a sunflower, ever turning towards him in hopes of catching a mere glimpse of his splendor. He strode across the room towards you, reaching for the pizza in your hands per usual and pretending to take them from you like a gentleman just so he could steal a couple of slices from yours. Except he didn't engage in his usual antics. Instead he was simply standing there with the pizza boxes in hand, still as a statue. You look up, concern in your eyes, only to find his eyes locked on you. He was staring, staring, staring. The heat of his gaze had you blushing faintly. You found yourself wishing he'd stare at you like that more often.
Mikey’s eyes dragged their way across your form, drinking you in like he was a dying man in search of water and you were his oasis. “Are you … doing okay?” You ask him in a voice that is far too revealing of your inner thoughts, and his gaze snaps to your lips.
“Yeah,” he says, his tone dreamy and a little far-off as he stares, stares, stares before tearing his eyes up to meet your own, “Just … feeling a little out of sorts.”
“Anything I can do to help?”
The question was innocent. Mikey could see it in your eyes. His thoughts, though, were another matter entirely. He could think of several things you could do to help. Starting with those pretty lips of yours. For one fraught moment, he considers asking. Considers telling you exactly what you could do to help. “Not really,” he tells you instead.
You don't quite believe him, but you let it go. Together, you settle on the couch to eat your pizza. Mikey turns on his favorite movie series, but when his usual animated antics fail to appear, you realize that he isn't really paying attention. Where he would usually be deeply engrossed in the action, you find his face contemplative. Despite the fact that his gaze is firmly locked on the television, you get the distinct impression that he is watching you instead. As the movie continues, you develop a niggling feeling that Mikey is sitting even closer to you than normal, invading your space in a way that feels far more intentional than usual.
Over the course of the second movie, your suspicions are confirmed. Slowly but deliberately, he works his arm around your shoulders. You feel the soft skin of his side between his plastron and shell press softly against you as his large, strong arm encases you. Still, his eyes remain focused on the film. You dare only a glance or two at his face, afraid that drawing attention to his actions would only cause him to withdraw.
Mikey had intended to watch the movie. Tried to, even. Gave it his best shot, really. You were just so intoxicating. The heat from your body beside him had his mind racing. What would that heat feel like, wrapped around his rock hard cock as he fucked you? He couldn't help but wonder. Would the smooth expanse of your back be as soft as your shoulders were beneath his arm? He found himself imagining it, picturing what you would look like with your back to him as he bent you over the couch and fucked you roughly from behind. Trailing sweet kisses up your spine, working your cunt with his shaft until you come undone beneath him as he bites down to leave a love mark at the curve of your throat.
His self-control falters, and he brushes his snout across your neck to inhale deeply where he'd just imagined sinking his teeth into your neck. Heat rises to your cheeks at the sensation. Clearing your throat to try to hide the needy whimper that escaped you, you turn your eyes shyly to him.
The heat in his gaze pins you down almost as easily as his wrists had. It happened so fast you hadn't even fully processed it before the heat began to pool in your core. The moment your eyes had met his, he'd grabbed you by the wrists and pinned you beneath him on the couch. His thigh pressed deliciously against your core as he stared down at you, stock-still. You saw that look on his face again, his pupils blown so wide his irises were all but gone. This time, though, you felt how slick he'd become with your thigh between his legs, the subtle stutter of his hips at the feeling of the skin of your thigh pressing into him beneath the now raised hem of your clothing. It mirrored the wetness of your own core pressing into his thigh, and your breath caught in your chest with the feeling.
Your voice was small, strangled by your arousal as he kept you there, pinned down beneath him. “Mikey?”
Sucking in a shuddering breath, he fights to control himself. He can feel it - the way your presence makes him go absolutely feral. “I’m sorry, babes. You're just so irresistible. It's like trying not to eat your dessert before dinner.�� His voice comes out a rough whisper as he buries his face in the side of your neck. The sensation of his hot, heavy breath on your neck sends goosebumps down your spine.
“Mikey?” Your voice calls to him again, confusion in your tone as your now incredibly flustered mind struggles to catch up to his meaning, hoping he'll anchor you. His hips stutter against your thigh again at the sound of his name on your lips, less subtle than before, spreading the wetness from his arousal farther up your leg. The small gasp it earns him is like music, singing him the song of your pleasure. Your legs spread incrementally, allowing his thigh to push just a little harder into your core and earning a sudden rush of arousal between your folds. The sweet scent of it reaches his nose, and he freezes.
“Mikey?” You try again, voice sounding a little less confused and a little more needy.
He doesn't hear you, far too gone in the decadence of the thought that you wanted him. Michelangelo could smell the way you had gotten aroused - for him. It was all he could do to hold himself completely still above you, to prevent himself from simply taking you here and now. A shock of pleasure shoots down his spine as he feels your thigh raise ever so slightly, giving him a modicum of beautiful friction against his slit. His breath shudders out of his chest as if you've wounded him. He hears the pounding of his own heartbeat in his ears, his pulse heavy and strong. Your lips were moving now. You were talking to him, he realizes. What were you saying?
“Mikey, what's going on?”
He hears the uncertainty beneath the arousal in your tone, and it's enough to let him regain control of himself and slowly ease his body off of yours. With a deep, slow breath to center himself once more, he brings his eyes to look at you. Part of him is afraid of what he might find in your gaze after his rather forward display of need. He finds only confusion and an undercurrent of desire on your face. “You know how we, uh, disappear every spring?” His voice is quiet, almost tender as he broaches the subject. You nod, encouraging him to continue. He stares at his hands and plays with his thumbs as he thinks about how to say this. “And you know how we're… not really human?”
“Mikey.” Your voice is both scolding and encouraging.
Right. He's been stating the obvious. His eyes find yours again, pupils still blown wide. He might as well just get it over with. “It's mating season.”
“What?”
It takes him a second to decipher your reaction, but there's no judgment in your tone. Only surprise. Mikey nods once, slowly. “It's not usually for another week, but. Uh. Mine came a little early this year.” His eyes study every movement you make, gauging how well you're taking this. A small part of him dares to hope.
Brow furrowing, you stare back at him. “Why is it early? Has that ever happened before?”
“It's, uhhh,” he hesitates, looking away for a moment before continuing, “It's because of you.” Your stunned silence is everything except reassuring, but he tries to explain himself anyway. “When we find somebody we want to be our mate, it sort of … kickstarts our season early. Gives us more time or something, Donnie said.”
Once. Twice. Three times you blink slowly at him, letting his words sink in. Michelangelo wants you to be his mate. “What does that, uh. Entail, I guess? Wanting me to be your mate. What does that mean?” Your voice is a little strangled, and you wonder briefly if you're dreaming about him again.
For the first time since you've known him, Mikey looks almost embarassed. “It, uh. It means I want to have sex with you. Like, really bad. Really bad. Because…” his voice trails off as he stares into your eyes. There's something tender and vulnerable in his gaze. His hand raises to brush softly against your cheek, resting along your jawline. One deep breath. It's now or never, he figures. “Because I am super in love with you, babes.”
Of all the ways he'd imagined you might react, extended silence was not one of them. Throwing yourself passionately at him to give him a kiss, maybe, or slapping him and leaving if he'd totally misread you. But a long beat of silence was definitely not what he had anticipated. He probably would have preferred the slap. He definitely would have preferred the kiss.
Finally you heave in one long, ragged breath. “Am I dreaming?”
Mikey laughs at that. “Do you dream about a super cool mutant ninja turtle confessing his love to you super romantically often, angelcakes?”
“Yes.” You breathe out empathically.
The laughter in his chest snuffs out instantly. Oh. His next move is all primal instinct, caging you in beneath him as he pins you to the couch once more, eyes staring hungrily into your own as he silently asks you for permission - asks you to please, want him as badly as he needs you. Your fingers trace along his face, over his cheekbones and down to ghost along his jawline before sliding around to the back of his skull and pulling him by the nape of his neck to come crashing into you.
Nothing has ever felt as good as your lips sliding softly against his, he thinks. Eagerly, he kisses you back. Over and over, lips slotting together like you were made specifically to kiss him. Made for this moment, with him. His tongue darts out to taste your lips, asking you to let him slide it in to to explore your mouth. Begging, really. When you part your lips so willingly for him, he thinks he may have actually died. Surely, this is what heaven was like. Eagerly, he explores the taste of you. When your tongue slides along his own, dancing its way into his mouth, he feels like he could cry with joy. Your hands slide their way across his wrists, up along the muscles of his arms, over the expanse of his shoulders to rest once more at the back of his neck. He revels in the feeling of your hands on him, exploring his body with desire. His hands move to your waist, tightening his grip as he feels your hips buck up into him ever so slightly.
His breath comes in large, ragged heaves when he breaks away from you. His forehead rests gingerly against your own as he stares piercingly into your eyes. “Are you sure, angel? You want me - like, really want me? For good and everything?” He hesitates, fighting the need to plunge back into your eager mouth. “Because I can't go back, babes. I need you to be sure.”
Hands come forward, away from his neck, pulling his face so that you can really get a good look at him. So that he can see you mean it. “Michelangelo, I have wanted you for months. I have never been more sure of anything than I am sure that I want you. All of you.” You smile softly at him. “For good and everything.”
Mikey’s hands wrap around your waist as his mouth crashes back to yours, picking you up off the couch. It was exhilarating, the way he lifted you as if you weighed nothing to him. Your lips chase his eagerly as he stands. You wrap your legs around his waist to press your heels against the back of his shell. Carrying you like that, he brings you to his bedroom and shuts the door with a kick of his foot. He tosses you onto his bed as easily as anything, and you feel a surge of desire once more at the strength he possesses and the knowledge that he would never use it to bring you harm. Large hands envelope your wrists as he pins you to his bed.
Michelangelo is a quick study, and he's already learned how much you like it when he pins you down. His lips ghost across your skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake and making you shiver with pleasure. “I've been dreaming about this all day, baby girl. I can't wait to taste you.” He captures your lips in an almost possessive kiss.
You smirk softly into his kiss, moaning at the feeling of his body pressed against yours like this. “Dreaming about what, Mikey?” Your tone is sultry, seductive.
A bright, toothy smile has his face practically glowing at your words. Your eyes go to his dimples. “Fuck, babes,” he groans, “what haven't I dreamed about. Let's see.” Smirking, his dimples now on full display, he pauses as he pretends to think before continuing in a low voice. “Been dreaming about what an absolute meal you'd be with that pretty little pussy cumming all over my face when I eat you out.” Eyes drinking in the way you react to him, he drags his lips up your neck, over your pulse point, past your jaw to the shell of your ear. “How good it would feel to have your hands on my cock after you eat me out,” he whispers, his breath tickling your ear deliciously. Tongue darting out to run softly around the shell of your ear. “Dreaming about how pretty you'll be when you take my cock deep.”
Gasping, you feel a shiver of pleasure run down your spine at his words. The way he calls you pretty has you practically melting in his arms. “How about we find out?” Your breath tickles his face as you whisper to him, and Mikey loses himself in the feeling of your eager desire for him. Hands work to remove every barrier between your bodies, letting your clothing fall wherever it may. Mouths seeking each other out. The way he kisses you, as if he might die were you to ask him to stop, stokes an ember deep in your belly. You could kiss him like this for hours, but there's somewhere else you can't wait to start kissing him now. Slowly, your hand runs its way down his chest and pushes gently, inviting him to lay beside you. Twisting, you follow the plane of his chest as you encourage him onto his back and rise to straddle him. His eyes are wide, pupils blown as he stares eagerly at you as you oh so slowly slide your way down, down, down to settle yourself between his thighs.
“How does this work, exactly? Me eating you out?” Your voice is almost as breathless as he feels, wavering with desire.
He slides a hand down between his legs. “Right here, babes,” he runs a finger along the sensitive slit of his cloaca and shudders at the feeling, anticipating your hands on him instead. Your eyes catch on the wetness dripping out of him at the base of his tail, and you feel your mouth watering already at the idea of tasting him like this. Hands slide along his thighs as you look up to meet his gaze, searching for any sign he wants to stop.
A tender caress of him with your finger sends another shudder down his spine. All doubts fly from your mind when your tongue darts out to taste him and his hands fly to grasp at the back of your head in eager encouragement. Lapping at him gently, exploratively, you quickly learn exactly how to drive him wild. He is so, so responsive to your every touch, to every swipe of your tongue and press of your lips. When you dive your tongue in deep, the low moan he lets out brings a smile to your face. What you wouldn't do to hear him make that sound again, over and over. You bring your face away from his slit so you can watch him properly as you slide a finger inside, tantalizingly slowly.
The way his fingers grip the edge of his bed with raw strength has you eager for him to put those hands on you again, pinning you down with ease. Not yet, though. For now, it was your turn to learn what he likes. Slowly, teasingly, you start to pump your finger in and out of him, earning another of those low moans. This one was more guttural, and you found you liked it very much. He fights to keep his eyes on you as your finger fucks in and out of him. You add a second and pump deeper and deeper into the wet heat of him. When your fingers finally brush against the head of his cock, it tears a deep growl out of him. His fingers wrap around your wrist, pulling your hand away from him as he tugs your body up onto his chest before he rolls you both and pins you to the bed.
Ragged breaths escape him, lips brushing along your skin as he pants against your neck. You can feel his grin as he buries his face and breathes you in. He pulls up for air and looks down at you, that bright toothy smile beaming down at you again. Oh. You could look at him for days. “You're a dream come true, angelcakes.” His smile turns wicked as he rocks his hips against you, pulling a whimper from your chest with every slow roll. “But it's my turn now, babes.” Those lips burn a sensual path down your body, tracing across the skin of your neck and over your collarbone until they drift down over the soft, supple skin of your breast. His tongue dances eagerly over your flesh, and he wonders what he could have possibly done to deserve this with you as he pulls another needy little whimper from your throat. “That's it, babes. Let me hear you.” He lets his breath ghost across your nipple as he whispers, noticing the way you shudder in delight. The way he grins as he pulls your nipple into his mouth sends wetness directly to your core. That smile should be illegal - should be on some kind of watch list. The things you would do to get him to smile like that for you. The things you were about to do for that smile. It could be minutes or it could be hours that he stays there, mouth working your nipples as his hands massage the soft flesh of breasts. You certainly couldn't tell, too lost in the pleasure of him, unmoored from time. When his lips at last leave your breasts, you whine at him until his mouth continues its exploration of you. Down, down, down he goes across the soft expanse of your stomach, sliding himself down until he rests between your thighs. His strong hands wrap around your legs, hooking them over his shoulders. He massages his way down towards your core, teasingly slowly, watching your every response to his touch. The smell of your arousal is overwhelming, driving him to the brink - but not yet. He's not quite ready. He wants to taste you first, to know what it feels like when you cum on his face before he takes his own pleasure. One slow exhale across your lower lips has you nearly writhing for him as you hold back a moan, and he all but pouts. “Come on baby. Please? I want to hear what I do to you. I want to hear you.” An experimental kiss to your mound has you giving him everything he wants as a needy, keening whine escapes you.
You can feel the victorious smile on his face as he laps at your pretty little cunt. So, so slowly. Savoring. Pleasure courses through at every pass of his tongue, white hot heat that sears at your flesh. You moan loudly for him. “That’s my girl,” he praises and you practically purr for him with another low moan. His long tongue pushes deeper, pressing between your folds and pushing inside to the sweet song of your pleasured moaning. He earns another of those keening whines when his tongue slides against just the right spot, and he finds himself willing to do anything to hear you make that sound for him again and again. Your first orgasm comes quickly, and Mikey can't believe how addicting it is. The way your body writhes, thighs clenching and hips bucking and, oh, those beautiful sounds you make - and all for him. How did he ever live before this? Before knowing just how good this would be? His own hips stutter against the mattress, seeking out friction for himself as he sets about the work of pulling another orgasm from your pretty little pussy. He could do this for hours. After he delivers you a second orgasm, he finds himself unable to resist the urge to finger himself as he pleasures you. When you cum for him this time, you whine his name and, oh - Mikey likes that. Likes it so much that he drops into his hand for you, hard cock throbbing with how much he wants you. A shudder of pleasure runs through him and he pulls away from your cunt with a gasp to stare at his handiwork - you. There, on his bed, staring up at him with fucked out eyes and making such pretty little needy sounds. Desperate for more of him. Something warm and soft stirs in his chest, and he leans down to kiss you slowly. Your smile as he kisses you lights him on fire.
“You're so beautiful.” Pulling away from the kiss, he smiles that sunshine grin down at you once more and you think you might actually combust from the warmth it fills you with.
“You are,” you tell him and he laughs. “Now come here and fuck me proper, please?”
Mikey was wrong, before, when he was kissing you. This was heaven, and you were an angel gracing him with your light. Soft moans escape your chest as he slowly slides the head of his cock along your wet slit, and nothing has ever sounded as good. When he finally, finally pushes inside it is so much better than anything he had fantasized about. Every thrust is pure pleasure as your tight, wet heat welcomes him. Never in a million years could his imagination have done you justice. The way your back arches as he thrusts into you, the needy whines you make, the way you're desperate for more - all for him. It's better than anything he ever could have imagined.
When his eyes meet yours and you see him grinning down at you with pleasure, you feel the white hot heat of pleasure burning at your flesh again. All it takes is a few more deep thrusts at just the right angle, and you find yourself coming undone for him. Mikey fucks you through your fourth orgasm of the night, and nearly careens over the edge himself when his name comes tumbling from your lips - he thinks he might like that the most - but he holds himself back. He wants to savor this with you, wants to pull as much pleasure from you as he can. Wants to give you as much pleasure as he can. Hormones rage through him, driving him to fuck you harder. Eyes lock onto your fingers, the way they curl into the sheets, the way they slide up his forearm. He revels in the feel of your hands on him for a moment. Enjoys the smooth slide of your soft skin over his rough scales. Your fingers curl, nails digging in over his shoulder and dragging their way back down, down, down to his forearms. With a deep growl, his hands find your wrists once more and he pins you to his bed again. When you arch beneath him, raising your hips to meet his as he lowers himself to kiss you deeply, you can feel that wonderful smile of his pressing against your skin. Hot breath mingles together as his lips meet yours again and again. Over and over he kisses you, smiling all the while as he fucks into you.
His voice is soft in your ear, that sunshine smile showcasing his dimples. “Such a pretty girl, taking my cock deep.” It's unfair, really, the beauty of his smile paired with his sinful words. Your lips seek his mouth, his skin, the soft part of his wrist on the inside where you can feel his pulse pounding. Gently, you graze your teeth across it and feel the pace of his hips stutter as his eyes roll back in pleasure. Teeth graze over his pulse a second time, a little harder, begging him to lose control for you. Begging him to tumble over the edge with you. His eyes lock onto yours, and you feel it now - the connection between mates.
“Oh, Mikey,” you moan out his name, voice full of passion and pleasure and something deeper, and the two of you fall into bliss. Feeling a little fucked out and a lot cockdrunk, your lips finds his again in a passionate kiss. “I love you.”
His smile widens and fills you with a warmth that feels like home. A surge of possessiveness courses through him, only for a moment. You're his - you want him as much as he wants you, all of him. For good and everything. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you close, burying his face in your hair and pressing a soft kiss to your head.
For good and everything.
“I love you too, babes.”
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stevenssacrab · 3 months
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In Secret
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Summary: For six months, you and Steve have hidden your relationship from everyone, but what happens when you come face to face with death?
Rating: 17+
Warnings: Sneaking around, hostage situation, kissing, reader has a near death experience
Word Count: 1.6k
a/n: love a good ol’ Steve fic, never misses, I hope everyone enjoys this one, have a happy new year!!
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Being Captain America’s significant other comes with an absurd amount of pressure; you have to be flawless, never make a single mistake, be a good role model for kids, and be just as if not more heroic, which is precisely why you’ve chosen to hide your relationship from everyone, fellow Avengers included. It wasn’t an easy decision, but you and Steve both decided that it would be for the best; you were new to the Avenger team and didn't want the added pressure of being with Steve; you and Steve somehow managed to have kept it hidden for six months, it didn’t come without its hardships though, Steve needed to keep up the appearance of a fearless leader, so he couldn’t be sweet on you when it came to training and performance evaluations; and you couldn't defend Steve when others complained about his methods, less they suspect anything between you two, much to your dismay Steve seemed to always have women after him, leading to a few disagreements about how Steve should handle the situation, you wanted Steve to be harsher when he turned them down, but Steve has a reputation to uphold, and being rude and dismissive was not a part of it.
"Okay, you leave first, and I'll join 5 minutes later," Steve said reassuringly, rubbing your arm gently and giving your hand a light squeeze.
"Okay, see you out there, Cap," you say playfully with a wink; you walk out of your room and down the hall into the conference room filled with fellow Avengers; your eyes scan for an empty seat.
"Y/N! Over here!" Wanda calls, waving her hand and patting the open spot between her and Natasha; you smile and briskly walk over.
"Did we start yet?" you asked, knowing the meeting can't start without Steve.
"No, just waiting for Steve," Natasha says matter of factly, doodling absentmindedly on a piece of paper.
"So, Natasha and I want to see that new movie that just came out. Do you wanna come?" Wanda asked, but you've already seen that movie with Steve earlier this week.
"I've already seen it," you said disheartened.
"HOW!? It's been out for two days?!" Wanda astonished. "It's honestly impressive how fast you watch these movies as they come out; who are you even seeing them with?" Wanda asked, peering at you suspiciously.
"Uh, my mom?" you voice with a rising inflection.
"Okay, this week's mission!" Steve calls out loudly, walking into the room before Wanda can question you further, "Our sources tell us Hydra is working on a new super soldier serum for a division of soldiers. Our mission is to stop them in their tracks." Steve says firmly, eyes landing on yours fleetingly.
"We'll go in groups of 3: Wanda, Clint, and Y/N in group one, group two is Me, Peter, and Scott, and the third and final group is Bucky, Sam, and Natasha.”
"We gotta hightail it; this is of great significance, so we move tonight, meet at the quin in an hour, we’ll discuss our plans of attack on the way," he says with a nod, marching out the room.
“Everyone’s here?” Steve asks, scanning the quin, ensuring everyone is accounted for, “Okay, as we fly over, group one will land on the south side of the building, my group will land east, group three lands west, and the quin will land in the north, the goal is to push toward the center where intel tells us the serums are located and try to catch anyone who may be running off with the serum, once secured everyone evacuate immediately and meet at the jet. Everyone clear?” He asks strictly, looking toward the teams, and they nod affirmatively.
“Okay, move out!” he shouts, rushing for his shield and jumping out of the plane; you land quietly outside the building, shed the parachute off, and get into position.
“Okay, on my mark, go!” Clint whispers harshly; the three of you move as a unit, sweeping every corner, taking quiet steps, instincts on high alert; as you move through the building, you can’t help this nagging feeling in the pit of your stomach; something doesn’t feel right, you’re halfway through the building, and not a single enemy has been spotted.
“Guys, I don’t like this,” you say lowly over comms, hairs on the back of your neck standing straight.
“Let’s just keep moving so we can get out of here,” Clint says, readjusting his grip on his pistol while Wanda grows increasingly worried, palms becoming sweaty, the tension hanging in the air.
“Cap, you guys got anything on your end?” Clint asked over comms, his eyes scanning the suspiciously empty room.
“Nothing over here; keep your eyes peeled; everything about this feels wrong,” Captain uttered, uneasy hanging off every word; you signal you are going to have a look around at the team and break right; you creep into a dark room littered with papers, it looks like everyone just got up at left, you spot a computer playing footage on a loop, you walk up and watch, it’s your team landing outside.
“It's a trap! They know we're here!” You screamed over comms; you reached for your gun but felt something hard press against your back.
“Don't even think about it,” a deep voice said coldly as they pulled you against them roughly; you kept your hands in the air, your heart beating out of your chest; they ran their hands over your body, removing any possible weapon.
“What’s the plan now?” You ask coyly, looking over your shoulder slightly.
“Turn around!” He boomed, patience wearing thin; he pushed the gun against your head, “Walk,” he said, shoving you with the weapon, and you walked carefully toward the exit.
“Y/N, where are you?” Steve asks, trying not to sound as concerned as he is; you trudge toward the exit and swing it open
“Hiya, Captain,” you call, looking at him with pleading eyes. Steve’s face breaks your heart; it’s as if you told him the worst news of his life. The assailant grips you by your neck and pulls you close, holding the gun to your temple.
“What’s wrong, Captain? Cat got your tongue?” He said smugly. Steve said nothing, his eyes remaining planted on you as panic started to work its way across your chest, your hands clawing at the arm tightening around your neck, the assailant laughing at the way you struggle to breathe.
“I'll keep it brief and tell you what I want: a trade, the soldier for your newest recruit," he said arrogantly, walking you both closer to Steve
"Don't do it!" you say anxiously, looking at the team with all their weapons drawn and pointed in your direction; you shift your weight uncomfortably, trying to think of any possibility that doesn't end with you injured or dead, Steve looks back at the rest of the team and then back at you, time moves slow, your skin stings with the bite of the cold winter air, and you hear your blood rushing through your ears like crashing waves, when the assailant jerks suddenly, he fires a shot in the air.
"It's now or never, Captain!" He yells, shoving the gun aggressively into your temple; you close your eyes, accepting your demise, and you open your mouth to say something, but the sound of a gunshot cuts you off; your body tenses, and you wait for the pain, but it never comes, you finally open your eyes when you feel Steve's arms wrap around you, Steve's face is filled with concern, you see his mouth moving, but you don't hear anything, Steve grabs your arms and shakes you lightly, your hearing fades in.
"Y/N! Are you okay? Are you hurt? Oh my god," he blubbers, tears welling in his eyes; he pulls you in for a fiery kiss, holding you as you'd slip through his fingers; he pulls back slowly and looks deeply into your eyes.
"Are you alright?" He asks, panic having left his body; he glides his hands down your arms and holds your hands, interlacing your fingers.
"Yeah, I'm okay, just shaken up," you say reassuringly, pulling him into a hug. You close your eyes, inhaling his scent, losing yourself in the comforting aura that is Steve, and then you hear someone clear their throat; your eyes shoot open, landing on the whole team just staring at you and Steve; you jump back and hit Steve playfully on the chest.
"Steve, they saw us!" You whisper harshly and turn him around, hiding behind his big frame; he clears his throat and speaks
"Uh..." he mutters; he suddenly reaches behind himself and grabs your hand, pulling you next to him and wrapping his arm around your waist.
"We are dating." He said confidently, chin high; there was a long pause as the team looked around at each other, and then you heard a squeal; it was Wanda squealing with happiness, running towards you with a broad smile and open arms, she practically tackled you to the ground, squeezing the life out of you.
"Oh, Wanda, I can't breathe," you choke out, gently smacking her arms.
"Since when?" Sam asks, walking up to Steve and patting him proudly on the back.
"6 months ago," Steve says brightly with a smile, pulling you against him.
"I've known for four months," Natasha says cooly
"How?!" You and Steve say in unison, looking at each other. Natasha smirked and walked closer to you both, placing one hand on each of your shoulders.
"You guys should probably not fall asleep in each other's arms if you don't want anyone to find out." She says matter-of-factly, walking away and leaving you both stunned. "Congrats," she shouted back as she walked into the quinjet.
"Let's move out, team!" He shouts, grabbing your hand gently and walking you both onto the quinjet.
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neymaruposts · 1 year
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forever you
summary: the one where you spend time with your best friend. also, you think neymar cheated on you.
pairings:
lucas paquetá & reader (platonic)
neymar jr & reader (romantic)
richarlison & reader (platonic)
authors note: this is my first time EVER doing this so if anyone reads this, i hope you enjoy it ! pretend it’s the best thing you’ve ever read 🫶🏼
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the seleção brasileira de futebol was having a two week event for the players, a vacation if you will. due to work obligations you could not go, which bummed you out because you wanted to spend time with neymar, but mostly with your best friend, lucas paquetá.  you don’t even remember the last time you saw him, it’s been a while.
people always wonder when did you guys become so close, but it just kinda happened. he understood you, would always make you laugh and would cheer you up with his dancing. many people thought he was cheating on his wife with you and that you cheated on neymar with him, but that has never been or will be the case, you loved him like a brother and you knew he loved you like a sister.
paquetá: its a two week event, you cant get a day off?
paquetá: on monday we dont have anything we can be w youuu
paquetá: pleeeease i miss u
paquetá: i know ney would be happy to see you
paquetá: PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEEEEEEEEEE
you know work should always come first. but then again neymar is your boyfriend, money will never be an issue. plus you really missed lucas. fuck work.
you: ill see what i can do, but i dont promise anything
you: jk, i'll see u there
you: i’ll get there sunday night and leave wednesday
neymar doesn’t know that you are coming, he actually didn’t even invite you. it didn’t bother you considering it was an event where he would’ve most likely not have that much free time, so you understood. you knew he would love to see you either way.
paquetá: see u then pookie 🫶🏼
he’s such a loser, oh my god. you hate it when he calls you that, and he knows it. you can’t even begin to explain how much that nickname makes you cringe, but you can’t resist chuckling after reading it.
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when you landed in brazil, you were so tired you didn’t even tell lucas. you checked yourself in the same hotel the team was staying at and fell asleep instantly.
you woke up feeling lost, you even forgot where you were for a moment.  you looked at your phone and it was 1:00am, nice.
you: u up?
you: hello????
you: bitchhh i know ur awake
paquetá: im up now 
paquetá: where are you? are you here?
you: room 152
paquetá: im coming over
five minutes later you heard the loudest banging ever. did he forget it’s literally one in the morning?
“people are trying to slee-'' you started to say, but couldn’t even finish because he hugged you with so much force you both fell on the floor like idiots.
“i’m sorry, i missed you so much you have no idea” he said, helping you up and sitting on the bed.
“i missed you too, but see how i didn’t attack you...” you said while closing the door “...yet” his eyes widened as you grabbed a pillow and started hitting him with it. he didn’t hesitate to grab one as well and for almost 5 minutes you had a pillow fight. you even felt dizzy when it was over, that man has no mercy.
“so… i really want a girls night and you’re the closest thing i have to one.” you pouted at him.
“let me guess, face masks and movies?” he looked at you smiling, god you’ve missed him.
“you already know”
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you woke up at god knows what hour. lucas was laid out on the floor, sleeping. why didn’t he go back to his hotel to sleep on a bed? you’ll never know. you got up and kicked him, he replied with a grunt. you kicked him again.
“go to your room, you’ll never forgive me if i let you sleep a minute more on the floor” he mumbled something that you didn’t understand.
“your back is going to hurt so bad and i won’t take the blame” you heard no response. you sighed and laid next to him on the floor, falling asleep a second time.
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you woke up on the bed, a note laying on the pillow next to you.
apparently we did have something planned for today, but it's only till ten. i'll swing by later so you can thank me for putting you in your bed and not letting you wake up with back pain like me :)
huh, maybe next time he’ll listen instead of ignoring you. you checked your phone and it was filled with messages from neymar, you decided to facetime him.
“good morning baby, sorry i took so long to respond i was sleeping” you said, your eyes still not fully opened.
“good morning my life, i figured... what are you doing today?” he said, not looking at the camera.  it looked like someone was fixing his beard or something.
“nothing special and you?” you tried not to smile, knowing you would see him later.
“well, today we have a team photoshoot, till like six.” he sighed while telling you. “i miss you so much you have no idea… why don’t you come over tomorrow? i’ll pay for everything so you have no excuse” he rushed to say before you could think of one.
“let me see what i can do ney, but i don’t promise anything” you tried to sound a bit sad, so you wouldn’t give the surprise away.
“please try to, okay?” you heard him say, and it sounded like he was laughing.
“what’s so funny?” you questioned him. you were so tired you still hadn't opened your eyes fully.
“look in the mirror” he replied, it sounded like he was smiling.
“are you calling me ugly?” you fake gasped, not really paying attention to him.  your mind was thinking on why he told you he was free at 6:00pm when lucas said they were going to be free at 10:00am.
you heard someone knock on his door, snapping you out of your thoughts.
“no no no, never that. trust me and look” he laughed again “i have to go, i’ll call you later around six, okay? love you so so so much.” he said and quickly hung up not letting you respond.
you went to brush your teeth and when you looked in the mirror you noticed you had a unibrow, a mustache and hearts drawn all over your face… lucas.
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around 10:30am lucas came barging through your door.
“so, what’s the plan? did you already tell neymar you’re here? are we having dinner together? going to the pool?..” he asked while sitting next to you, stealing a chip from the ones you were eating.
“hello to you too” you rolled your eyes “he has to stay until six, so i’m telling him then” you ate some chips “luckily for you, you have me until then” you tossed him one and smiled.
he furrowed his brows “until six? there’s nothing else planned for today, it was supposed to be rest day but we had to take some pictures.”
“that’s weird, but that’s what he told me. maybe he’s visiting davi or something” you shrugged, not thinking too much about it. “wanna hit the pool?”
“obviously, let me ask richarlison if he wants to come, you’re gonna love him.” he said pulling his phone out.
“more than you? i don’t think so” you said, raising your eyebrow.
“more than me no one pookie” he winked at you and you smacked him with a pillow.
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richarlison stood in front of you with the biggest smile ever.
“hello my friend” he said, stretching his arm out to you.
“hello to you too! how are you?” you greeted him and he looked at lucas briefly before answering.
“yes my friend” he said, smiling and chuckling nervously.
“okay?” you smiled back confused and looked at lucas who was laughing.
“he doesn’t speak english, yet” he said, walking up to richarlison and placing an arm around him, placing the other one around you before letting out an exhale.
“today i will be a walking translator”
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the day went by fast, everyone was having fun. even though you had a language barrier, you grew fond of richarlison really quick. the more time that passed, more players walked by and saw you guys in the pool, joining you. it got to the point where basically the whole team was there except neymar.
it was almost five a clock and after a whole day of not hearing anything from him, you grew a little suspicious. everyone else was there so, why wasn’t he? no one knew where he was, they even were surprised he wasn’t with you. that was of course, until you told them you were going to surprise him and that he didn’t know you were there. 
around 5:40pm you went back up to your room, to wait for his call. when you walked by a mirror you realized how sunburned you were, amazing. neymar usually reminds you to wear sunblock.
the clock hit six then seven, you got so bored of texting and calling him that you fell asleep.
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you woke up because your phone was blowing up. paquetá kept calling you, but you didn’t really want to talk so you texted him.
you: WHAT 
you: WHATS WRONG?
you: IM TRYINGGGGGG TO SLEEEEP
paquetá: go to twitter rn
paquetá: im serious
nothing could’ve prepared you, gossip pages kept posting about neymar and bruna. spotted leaving a hotel about ten minutes ago, together. you felt like a joke, honestly. is this why he didn't call? why he wasn’t answering his phone? why no one knew where he was? oh my god, he was cheating.
you: a warning would’ve been nice
paquetá: i was calling you for a reason
paquetá: are you ok?
you: no
you: i’m gonna kill him :)
next thing you know, you felt tears streaming down your face. you could laugh at your situation if you had it in you, but you felt numb. people love to compare you to her all the time, saying how you could never have what they had, how she’s prettier, how they probably will end up together, how he’s just with you to forget her and blah, blah, blah. you normally don’t care, why would you? he never gave you reasons to doubt, until now. you felt everything you bottled up just pour out with no control.
paquetá: i’m coming over
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you heard a soft knock on your door and immediately you knew it was him.
“come in” you spoke through tears. he knelt before you and wiped them.
“look at me, look at me please...” he whispered, you did and continued to sob. he hugged you while you let it all out.
“i feel so stupid, i flew all the way here to surprise him and he’s out there with her. this is so embarrassing” you cried harder.
“i didn’t know he was going to see her i swear, i would’ve never told you to come if i knew this would happen” he said while stroking your hair “i’m so fucking mad at him for doing this to you, i don’t know what he’s thinking”
“i just feel really dumb, i get compared to her all the time and it never gets to me, i just ignore it. but i can’t ignore it now, it's right in my face. i feel like deep down he wishes to be with her instead of me.” you spoke through sobs.
“don’t say that, you know that’s not true” he kept caressing your hair.
“it still doesn’t change the fact that he was with her. i feel like i’m never someone’s first option.” you looked down at the floor as more tears fell down your cheeks, you could barely breathe right. lucas stopped hugging you and looked in your eyes.
“listen to me, you’ll always be my first option alright? no matter what happens.” you look at him while he grabs your shoulders “now that you’re in my life, i can’t imagine it without you, you’re my best friend in the entire world, it’ll always be forever you.” you saw the sincerity in his eyes and hugged him tightly.
when your phone started to ring, you already knew who it was so you answered.
“what?” you tried to snap at him but it was barely audible. you started to break down, again. you couldn’t even process that paquetá took the phone, he looked pissed.
“o quê?” [what?] he snapped and started walking towards the bathroom.
you didn’t know portuguese, ironic considering your boyfriend speaks it, so you had no idea what he was saying.
“meu amor, meu vida, por favor, deixe-me explica-” [my love, my life, please let me explain]
“você não está falando com ela” [you’re not talking to her]
“paquetá? onde você está? onde ela está? passe o telefone para ela, por favor? [paquetá? where are you? where is she? pass her the phone, please?]
“ela está aqui, no brasil, desde ontem esperando para surpreendê-lo, idiota. você a ignorou porque estava em um encontro com a bruna? nem mandou uma mensagem para ela ou algo assim. você ignorou sua namorada para ficar com seu ex? você é louco? o que caralho há de errado com você?” [she has been here, in brazil, since yesterday waiting to surprise you, idiot. you ignored her because you were on a date with bruna? didn’t even text her or anything. you ignored your girlfriend to be with your ex? are you insane? what the fuck is wrong with you?]
“eu sei que parece ruim, irmão, mas não é o que parece, eu juro pela minha vida. tudo aconteceu rápido” [i know it looks bad brother, but it’s not what it looks like i swear on my life. it all happened to fast]
“não me chame de irmão agora, como você é tão burro? literalmente nenhuma outra palavra se encaixa. você sabia que as pessoas o veriam e falariam sobre isso se você saísse com ela EM PÚBLICO, especialmente em um hotel.” [don’t call me brother right now, how are you so dumb? literally no other word fits.  you knew people would see you and talk about it if you went out with her IN PUBLIC, especially to a hotel]
“paquetá me escute, eu estava jogando pôquer e perdi a noção do tempo. sim, ela também estava lá, mas nada aconteceu. quando eu estava prestes a sair, ela também estava saindo, então eu a acompanhei até o carro dela” [paquetá listen to me, i was playing poker and lost track of time. yes, she was there too but nothing happened. when i was about to leave, she was leaving too so i walked her to her car]
“por que você fez isso?” [why did you do that?]
“eu não sei, algo dentro de mim queria, eu realmente não pensei nisso. eu não sei o que veio sobre mim, os paparazzi estavam enlouquecendo e eu não queria que eles a machucassem.” [i don’t know, something inside me wanted to, i really didn’t think it through. i don’t know what came over me, the paparazzi was going crazy and i didn’t want them to hurt her]
“neymar, você realmente deveria pensar mais nas coisas, quando a notícia saiu, parecia que você a estava traindo, ela está devastada. eu odeio vê-la chorar assim.” [neymar you really should think things through more, when the news came out it looked like you were cheating on her, she’s devastated. i hate seeing her cry like this.]
“por favor, não me diga que eu a fiz chorar, por favor. estou me odiando por isso, mas prometo a você, nada aconteceu entre mim e a bruna, eu só a acompanhei até o carro.” [please don’t tell me i made her cry, please. i’m hating myself for it but i promise you, nothing happened between me and bruna, i only walked her to the car]
“eu não sei o que dizer neymar, você pode ser tão estúpido às vezes. bruna provavelmente está acostumada com os paparazzi, não havia necessidade de você fazer isso.” [i don’t know what to say neymar, you can be so stupid sometimes. bruna is probably used to the paparazzi, there was no need for you to do that.]
“posso falar com ela?” [can i talk to her?]
“não” [no]
“o que você quer dizer com não? em que quarto ela está hospedada?” [what do you mean no? what room is she staying at?]
he hung up and turned to look at you, his anger leaving his body. you were a mess, puffy face, messy hair and to top it off you were sunburnt. safe to say, you did not feel good.
“what did he say? did you tell him i’m here?” you stood up and walked up to him, he handed you your phone.
“yeah, but i didn’t tell him the room number” he said giving you a soft smile “if it makes you feel any better, he said he didn’t cheat. the paparazzi just caught him in an uncomfortable position”
“you really think he didn’t cheat?” you asked full of hope, you knew he would never lie to you.
“honestly? i’d say he told me the truth” he shrugged.
“i’m assuming i just cried over nothing then, considering you’re being so chill about this.” you laughed and waited for his answer.
“i wouldn’t say you cried over nothing, but i believe nothing happened. trust me” he said looking at you sympathetically.
“well either way i don’t want to see him tonight, you should probably tell richarlison to not tell him where i’m staying” you suggested.
“shit, your right” he was getting his phone out when he received a message, coincidentally, from richarlison.
pombo: ela está bem? [is she okay?]
you: sim, ela está bem agora [yeah, she’s fine now]
you: eu ia te dizer, você não pode dizer a neymar onde fica o quarto dela se ele perguntar, ela não quer vê-lo hoje à noite [i was going to tell you, you can’t tell neymar where her room is if he asks, she doesn’t want to see him tonight]
pombo: sobre isso, ele acabou de chegar aqui [about that, he just got here]
pombo: e a recepcionista acabou de dizer a ele [and the receptionist just told him]
pombo: desculpe, cara 🤷‍♂️[sorry man]
you: caralho [fuck]
you: tudo bem, obrigado cara [it's fine, thanks man]
“fuck...” you heard him whisper.
“what? what happened? did he tell him?”
“no, but the receptionist did” he passed his hand across his face.
“are they even allowed to do that?” you crossed your arms and sat on the bed.
“not really” he said while walking to the door and locking it. “but you are forgetting your boyfriend is the neymar jr.” he sat next to you.
a few minutes passed and you heard a soft knock on the door. you both knew who it was.
“baby let me in, let me talk to you my love” he begged.
we both stayed silent and looked at each other. neymar knocked again.
“lucas, eu sei que você está lá, deixe-me falar com ela.” [lucas i know you're there, let me speak to her”]
he stood up and opened the door, it didn’t open completely because it had a chain lock on the inside.
“volte amanhã de manhã” [come back tomorrow morning]
“deixe-me explicar a ela o que aconteceu, você sabe que eu nunca a trairia” [let me explain to her what happened, you know i would never cheat on her]
“eu sei irmão, mas confie em mim, amigo para amigo, saia e volte amanhã. eu disse a ela, mas ela quer algum tempo sozinha.” [i know brother but trust me, friend to friend, leave and come back tomorrow. i told her but she wants some time alone.]
“tudo bem, eu passo aí amanhã, cuide dela” [alright i’ll come by tomorrow, take care of her] you heard neymar say, defeated.
“sempre” [always] you noticed lucas gave neymar a soft smile.
“i love you, please never forget that. you are my light, my motive, my whole life. i would neve-…” you hear neymar say before paquetá closed the door on his face, not letting him finish. fine you heard him say before walking away. one thing you loved about neymar is that he always knew to give you space when you asked for it.
“he can be so corny sometimes” you smiled at yourself.
“oh believe me” lucas laughed and threw himself on the bed “he’ll come back tomorrow morning so, expect him”
“i can’t believe this happened” you put your head on your hands “people on twitter must be clowning me so hard right now” you laughed and threw yourself on the bed next to him. you noticed he went on his phone and scrolled for a bit.
“honestly? they’re clowning him for being so dumb and doing that to you” he laughed.
“i’m so dramatic holy shit” you wiped your eyes as you went on your phone. you confirmed he didn’t cheat thanks to all the pictures and videos that were being released “why did i even cry about that?” you laughed at yourself. you decided to tease paquetá “you sounded a bit mad on the phone”
“i was mad! you know i never want to see you cry, or see you hurt” he sat up.
“i know, i know” you also sat up “i kind of wanted you to fight with him. defend my honor, you know?” 
“i would never doubt in defending your honor, my lady” he said while bowing, making you giggle. suddenly his eyes lit up and he shot you a grin “what if i call richarlison and we have a girl’s night?”
“i’m gonna be the only girl tho, so it won’t be a girl's night.” you pointed out.
“you know what i mean, come on” he pouted.
“fine” you said as you rolled your eyes, deep down you loved the idea.
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spending a night with lucas and richarlison was… an experience. at first it was hard picking the movies but you choose them in portuguese with english subtitles so you could all understand them. before watching said movies, you went out and bought snacks and face masks. paquetá was already used to getting pampered with you but this was all new to richarlison. he was skeptical at first but you think he enjoyed it the most.
let me tell you, their faces have never looked better, glowy and refreshed. they left after three movies and you were so tired you just brushed your teeth and fell asleep immediately.
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you heard a knock on your door and couldn’t help but smile. the sun was out, you felt refreshed and yesterday’s situation felt like it happened ages ago. you were longing to wrap your arms around neymar and tell him how much you missed him. when you opened the door a puffy faced neymar greeted you holding a bouquet of roses.
“have you been crying? oh my god” you hugged him, immediately you felt bad for making him cry, but then you remember, he made YOU cry “what’s up with this cliché style of apology?” you giggled as pulled away and grabbed the roses.
“you’re not mad at me?” he said confused while coming in and closing the door.
“why would i be mad at you? yesterday i was but after spending about half an hour on twitter watching pictures and videos, i know you didn’t do anything” you booped him on the nose and and placed the roses away.
“so twitter saved my ass huh?” he chuckled before hugging you from behind.
“it really did” you turned around and pecked him on the lips “but if anything like that happens again i won’t be so forgiving” you stared at him.
“noted” he put his hands up and looked at you, admiring all your features. he grabbed you by your waist and pulled you in “let me guess, you guys went to the pool huh?” he gave you the sweetest look.
“we did, how did you know?” you furrowed your brows and smiled.
“well your sunburned face is pretty telling” he squished your face before kissing it. “i always tell you to put on sunscreen i can’t believe you always forget to” he laughed and kissed you again before letting you go. he looked around the room and noticed the empty face masks and snacks. “don’t tell me i missed a movie night” he looked at you, disappointed in himself. 
“yup, you did” you shrugged “richarlison and paquetá left here glowing, literally.” you started to pick up the mess, neymar helped you.
“richarlison was here?” he sounded surprised.
“yeah, i really like him you know” you winked at him “you should watch yourself” you teased.
“please, how would you guys even communicate?” he looked at you, laughing.
“through paquetá of course” you grinned at him and heard your phone ding.
paquetá: everything ok?
you: yeah we’re good
paquetá: ok, i’ll see you later then?
you: yes pookie
paquetá: 🤨
“in all seriousness, i’m sorry for yesterday, angel.” he looked at you, his eyes began to water saying all the emotions he couldn’t express. you put your phone down and hugged him tightly, he did the same. it was nice having moments with him like this. you knew that at the end of the day it will always be you two against everything.
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Shadows Entwined: Part 2
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Part 1 / Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Bonus (18+)
In which both Leo and reader get grilled by their families, because of the "pretty eyes".
Warnings: Spelling, loong.
The reader and the turtles are 19.
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“They call him… The Batman”, Donnie said, reading from his computer screen, causing Leo to break from his starting contest with the wall. He didn’t even remember how he got to staring at the wall. He remembers returning to the abandoned cafe with his brothers, after their meeting with this, Batman and… her. She had said his eyes were pretty. No way she actually meant it. Not with eyes like hers. They were… Leo did not know how to describe them… deep? Colorful? Lively? Filled with emotion-, oh this is how he ended up zoning out in the first place.
Leo was once again pulled out of his thoughts, as Raph started yelling about how stupid it was to use half an hour to google something he could have guessed in seconds.
“I’ve read rumors about a supernatural bat creature in Gotham, but I assumed that he was an urban legend, or that he was a mutant like us”, Donnie said deeply fascinated.
“That guy was definitely human”, Leo finally spoke. “And I think his super natural powers are just his gadgets. Anything about the girl?” Leo could see Raph facepalm out of the corner of his eye.
“Nothing”, Donnie said. “Only stuff about this Batman, or whatever he is”. Why did that pull down on Leo’s mood? No information about her at all?
“We already know what he is!” Mikey was practically dancing at the whiteboard. “He’s awesome!... Unless he’s a bad guy… That would make him… 40% less awesome”. Leo could already tell by the look on Raph’s face that he wanted to punch their little brother all the way back to New York.
“No one knows his motives, but it does appear that he only attacks criminals”, Donnie continued. “Especially this clown guy”.
“So he wears a Dracula costume and punches clowns. Who cares?!”, yelled Raph. “The dirtbag stole my sai!”
“Dracula costume? What kind of Dracula movies have you been watching?”, Donnie muttered.
“Is that why that girl hang around him?!”, Mikey yelled from his whiteboard, jumping with the same enthusiasm he had shown ever since they arrived in Gotham. “He has bitten her and now she is under his control? This city just gets better and better!”
“I don’t think so Mikey. She did say Leo had pretty eyes”, Donnie said. “Hypothetically, I don’t think a human under vampire control would say that. I actually don’t even think vampires in fiction can control people like that…”
Leo already hated this conversation.
“Look all I’m saying is Shredder stole the ooz from TCRI and came to Gotham, we know he’s been working with a new partner, right? It’s gotta be this bat creep and that Leo loving sidekick he has around”, Raph said, exasperated.
Leo remained unmoving with his arms crossed, but the mentioning of the girl made something move in his stomach.
“I’m not so sure”, Leo said. “The way they fought, avoiding lethal blows. They wanted to figure us out. Like a detective".
“She wanted to figure you out”, Raph mumbled, just loud enough for Leo to hear it. Leo would have spoken up, and Mikey not done it first.
“Okay bros. I broke it down”, he said, pointing to his drawings on the whiteboard. “Awesome: Little bat throwing things, cool car, sweet hat, Leo’s first girlfriend. Not awesome: Kicked our butts, may be evil, mean voice, Leo’s first heartbreak”.
“Either way”, Leo broke in, before giving his brothers any chance to add on to Mikey’s whiteboard Batman and sidekick breakdown. “After Wayne Enterprises, we have no idea where the Foot will be next. The Batman is our only lead”.
Donnie nodded. “Whether friend or foe, he and his sidekick was at the scene of the crime. And if you give me a minute, I think I’ve gotten an idea”.
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“I was right outside!” you yelled like a spoiled child, waving your arms in the air, while Batman carefully looked at the magnifying glass in front of him, a sample he had taken from the sai laying in the little glass tray. “I did nothing but watch those metahumans kick Penguin’s butt! I could have helped you!”
“I did not need help”, Batman said, stoic as he always was when wearing that mask. “I had it under control”.
“That blood in your mouth said otherwise”, you sighed leaning against the deck next to you. This man was stubborn and you knew it. It was no use fighting him on his opinions, as it would be a losing battle for anyone except him.
You heard the familiar sound of a grappling against metal, and saw as Batgirl made her way out of the air vent.
“Heard on the scanner that the police took in some of Penguin’s men. Said they were jumped by four crazy frogs. I assume those were my lizard guys”, she said.
“Your lizard guys are strange”, you told Batgirl.
“They are turtles”, Batman said, pressing keys on the computer keyboard. “And the DNA on this weapon suggests they were mutated by an outside agent”.
“Mutant ninja turtles”. You raised a brow. “And me who thought Gotham couldn’t get any stranger”.
“The technology the ninjas have already stolen could be used to refine a mutagen like that”, Batgirl noted. “But why?”
“The cloud-seeder is the last piece of the puzzle. Which is why I had to move it to a secure location outside of Gotham”.
“I really wished you guys brought me in on this!”, Batgirl said. “I mean I saw the monsters first. It’s my case”.
“And pass up the opportunity to watch them swordfight Penguin later in the future? No way! I had front seat tickets!”
“There were too many unknowns. You could have gotten hurt. Both of you”. Batman turned his attention towards you. “You have to be more careful, (Y/N)”.
“What do you mean? I was beating that blue one pretty good”.
“Yet you didn’t notice the red one almost tapped you from the back”.
You felt a movement in your stomach and cold run down your back, yet your face started to feel hot. You did not notice at all. When would that have happened?... How long did you look into those blue eyes? Did the red one see an opening, only for Batman to save you, while you were being engulfed in a mutant turtle’s eyes, not noticing the world around you?
“N- no, I didn’t”.
“No, and you’ll have to work on that before I start calling you for backup”. Feedback from Batman always sounded harsh. And it did make you feel self conscious. But when it came to fighting alongside Batman, it was a matter of life and death. “In the meantime”, Batman continued, before you could dig too deep into your own feelings. “I’ll need to start working on a way to counteract the mutagen”. Batman stood for a moment. “And for that I could use both of your help”.
You could feel a big smile form on your face as Batgirl thanked the man you saw as your father figure. It wasn’t often that he actually asked for your help, or any help at all, making this a rare occasion, forever saved in your memory.
“All though”, Batgirl said as Batman looked closer at the sai he had gotten from the red turtle. “If those creatures left the Penguin's men tied up for the police, maybe I was wrong about them”.
“Maybe”, was all Batman had to say about that.
The drive back to the Batcave from Wayne Enterprise was silent. With you and Batgirl squished together in one seat, while Batman was driving the Batmobile. The silence that was so common when it came to Batman. It was a far cry from the Bruce Wayne that had taken you in as his own daughter. I was as if the moment he took the mask on, he became a different person. Not less loving than the Bruce Wayne you had given the title father, but less expressive and harder to read.
“Pretty eyes?”, Batman said, finally breaking the silence. Batgirl looked at you in confusion.
“It caught him off guard didn’t it? I’ll say it worked”, you said, playing with a smile on your lips. The bat stayed silent. You knew that silence. It was not an approving silence. You tried playing it off, talking about something else. “Did you notice how easily excited the orange one got? And how mad that red one was? They kind of remind me of Robin-”.
“Your brother is not comparable to a bunch of ninja turtles”.
“Well you might think that”, you mumbled, thinking of your pestilence of an adopted brother, that often caused chaos in your daily life, by sneaking around Wayne Manor. “He does look a little like them”.
Batgirl turned to Batman. “Care to explain?”
Batman sighed. “(H/N) and the blue mutant had a moment where she told him he had pretty eyes”.
“A moment?”, Batgirl asked, slightly shocked.
“A stare down”, you said, feeling your cheeks getting hot.
“A moment”, Batman corrected. “Even his attacks became softer after she told him”.
“No they didn’t!”
“They did. And so did yours”.
With your cheeks on fire, you crossed your arms and leaned back into the seat you shared with Batgirl. The amused smile she was trying to hide, made you wish the Batmobile would swallow you on the spot.
Why did that damn turtle have to have such pretty eyes?
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a smutty night out with Bucky? Maybe a bar or movie theater
Tw: implied smut, skin marking (hickies), alcohol consumption
The bass of the music playing over the speakers vibrated the graffiti covered walls of the small bathroom, the woodsy smell of bourbon mixing with the rich piney musk of Bucky’s cologne; it was hard to tell which scent was more intoxicating. Bucky's broad figure made the small space feel even smaller, dark hair pulled back into a bun and the dim lighting making his already darkening ocean eye's seem more intense.
Bucky's metal hand held the back of your neck, keeping it angled as he begin to attack your neck, a small groan leaving his lips at the taste of your skin. His lips and teeth moved quickly, sucking and nibbling the sensitive skin and pulling whimpers from your lips. His other hand played with the hem of your shift, fingers grazing the soft skin of your hip, a quick indication of just exactly what he wanted.
"Bucky," his name fell from your lips like a pray, your hand ignoring the hair tie of yours he had in as you carded your fingers through the root of his hair, "Baby, what if people realize wh-"
"Don't care," his voice was gruff as it vibrated against your skin, "We'll be quick," he offered, only half trying to ease your surface level concern.
"We're never quick," you quipped back, "and we're loud." Your grip on his hair couldn't decide if it was pulling him closer or off.
"Fine," his voice was nearly a whine as he pulled. The whine that left your lips at the loss of his touch made him chuckle, "You sound so needy, pretty girl." He teased, "I could so easily bend you over right here, give you exactly what you need." His voice was smooth like honey, and so incredibly tempting.
"Bucky," you huffed out softly, tugging at hid hair and relishing in the small moan he gave in return as his eyes fluttered shut, "our place is a 5 minute walk. Take. Me. Home."
His eyes shot open, nearly as dark as the night sky at this point, "Gladly, doll."
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Let Me Help You
Luke Morrow x Wife!Reader
A/N: I looooved this movie, so I had to write a fic for Luke! In this fic, the reader is his real wife (no fake marriage thing)! Enjoy!
Summary: When Luke gets home after a long day, a scary situation leads to the couple having a heart to heart.
Warnings: none!
(y/e/c) - your eye color
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Beep. Beep. Beep.
Luke woke at the repetitive sound of the alarm clock beside him that read 7:00am. Running a hand down his face, he silently peeled back the covers and grabbed his brace from the side of the bed. He worried about the sound from the velcro straps waking you up, but little did he know that you were already awake, a headache waking you up at 5 that morning.
With a suppressed grunt, he stood up and reached for his cane, slowly walking towards the bathroom. He got ready in silence before walking back into their bedroom.
"I love you, baby. I'll see you later," he whispered, leaning down and kissing her temple.
(Y/n) rolled over to face him, smiling softly. "I love you, too. Have fun working out. Don't overdo it."
Mirroring her smile, he nodded and said another 'I love you' as he closed the door behind him. The second the door shut, (y/n) sunk back into the pillows, sighing as she messaged her temples. At that moment, she knew that day would be a long one.
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The drive home wasn't short enough for (y/n) after her miserable day at work. Since that morning, her migraine had only worsened, slowly becoming debilitating as the day went on. She probably had checked her watch over a hundred times before her shift was over.
As she walked through the door, she was attacked by Peaches, the golden retriever's barks increasing the ever-present pounding in her head.
"Hey, girl," (y/n) cooed quietly, scratching behind Peaches' ear lovingly. "I've missed you."
After popping a few ibuprofen...or five, she went through the cabinets in search of ingredients to use for dinner, even though she felt nauseous herself. She knew when Luke came come that he would be starving after a day of physical therapy and his own training to get back in shape.
Even though she felt like she could fall over any second, she continued her search. Deciding on chicken alfredo penne, she started the noodles and began making the sauce when the shrill ringing of her phone pierced her ears.
White hot pain filled her vision and she shut her eyes tightly as she answered the phone.
"Hello."
"Hey, (y/n/n). I just wanted to let you know that I'm on my way home."
Her headache seemed to dull slightly at the sound of her husband's voice. "Okay. I'm making dinner right now, but I'll see you in a few. Love you."
Luke moaned quietly at the thought of food. "That sounds amazing. I love you, too. Bye."
A few minutes had passed when Luke's keys jangled in the door. (Y/n) was too focused on the pan in front of her and simply staying upright that she didn't hear him call out to her. She gasped slightly when he wrapped his arms around her stomach, resting his chin on her head.
Leaning down, he kissed her temple. "Hey, sweetheart. I missed you today."
(Y/n) turned around in his arms, thankful that he was there to ground her. The second he saw the dark circles under her eyes and the pale complexion that covered her normally vibrant face, he knew something was wrong. With furrowed brows, he cupped eyes her cheeks and looked deeply into her eyes. In her (y/e/c) irises, he saw complete exhaustion and something else behind them that he couldn't quite put his finger on.
"Are you feeling okay?" he asked, rubbing her hair gently.
(Y/n) nodded, willing her eyes to stay open after another wave of nausea hit her. "Yeah, I'm fine," she whispered. "I'm just tired."
Although he was unconvinced at her feeble attempt to convince him, he didn't push her. "Alright. How about I finish off dinner? You go lay down, babe."
"You shouldn't be standing up for long periods, Luke."
Luke shook his head. "I'll be fine. Go," he whispered.
(Y/n) pecked his cheek, bending down to pet Peaches. "Your daddy is just the best husband ever, isn't he, Peaches?"
Luke's laugh seemed to ease some of the tension in her head, but when she stood up, the world started to sway under her feet. Darkness danced around her vision as she tried to stay upright. Just before she succumbed to unconsciousness, she was able to breathlessly call out.
"Help," she muttered, causing Luke to whip around just in time to see her limp body falling to the floor.
His heart stopped beating. "(Y/n)!"
Reaching out for her, he cursed when he couldn't get there in time because of his leg. She landed with a thud on their hardwood floors, and he was thankful that her head didn't hit hard. Luke quickly slid down next to her, ignoring the pain in his leg and pulling her to sit up against his chest.
"(Y/n)!" he cried, rubbing her cheeks. "Baby, wake up. Come on!"
His eyes began to burn as he held back tears at (y/n)'s unconscious form in his arms. "Please wake up. Please."
A few moments later, her eyes fluttered open, and Luke let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. He quickly wiped a tear that leaked out of his eye before she could see it.
Looking around them in confusion, she asks, "What happened?"
"Y-You passed out, (y/n/n). How are you feeling?"
"Dizzy," she responds, holding her head in her hands.
Luke scans her face. "What's really going on?"
With a sigh, she closed her eyes. "My migraines are back."
"(Y/n), why didn't you tell me?" he asks quietly, pulling her close to cradle her head on his chest.
"I just didn't think it was important," she answered, looking at the floor.
"It is important."
"Well, you're in so much pain from your leg and I just have a stupid headache."
Gently moving so he could face her, he put a finger under her chin to lift it. "(y/n)," he started, not breaking eye contact. "You are everything to me. Don't ever compare your pain to mine. Just because I'm hurting doesn't mean you have to always be okay. Remember what you always tell me?"
She nodded.
"It's okay to let people help you. To let me help you. So let me take care of you, please."
Sighing, she nodded before pecking his lips softly. "I love you, Luke."
"I love you, too, (y/n). Now let's get you to bed." He whispered, helping her up. "I would carry you if I could."
She weakly smiled at him, leaning on him for stability as he led her to their bedroom. "I know, commando. I know."
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I never wanted this, but maybe it's not such a bad thing part 2 (Preath x Reader)
Part 1
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Ash had been waiting for me when the elevator finally opened. I had fallen into her arms, not moving for a good 5 minutes as I calmed down. Christen and Tobin were already gone when I pulled myself away from Ash. I hung out with Ash and the kids for an hour or so, trying to forget about the elevator. My mind kept going back to Christen and Tobin. Despite everything that had happened so far, they had helped me through the elevator without a second thought. I had meant what I said about getting to know them before making any decisions. I was quick to dismiss them at first, but they were right, I didn't even give them a chance. From what I had seen they were amazing, people that I could actually see myself having real feelings for if I gave it a chance. It was a terrifying thought, but something I found myself wanting to do regardless. 
I decided the first step was to thank them so I made my way to their room, knocked and waited anxiously until Christen answered the door. "Hey Y/n, everything okay?"
"Um I just wanted to thank you guys, for distracting me in the elevator. I know we haven't had the best start and that's my fault, but I appreciate you guys helping me regardless. It's been months since I've had a panic attack and I'm really glad it didn't get that far. So thank you."
"Any time Y/n, do you want to come in? We're thinking about watching a movie."
I followed Christen into the room, standing awkwardly when I realised there was only one bed and nothing else to sit on. After a few seconds, I sat down on the floor, legs crossed. They offered for me to sit on the bed, but right now it was more comfortable to have a bit of space between us. We made small talk while they tried to find a movie. It was a bit awkward at first, but as time went on, I started to relax and actually enjoy talking with them. 
Tobin cleared her throat a little while later, "In the elevator, you said that you don't do well in confined spaces anymore, what happened? You don't have to answer if it makes you uncomfortable."
This was something I had hoped they wouldn't bring up. When I had said, I had hoped they wouldn't notice that I had indicated something happened. It wasn't something I really liked talking about as it brought back memories that were preferred buried. Although, I didn't feel as uncomfortable with the thought of telling them as I expected to. After a few seconds of internal debate, I decided to just answer. Might as well start the process of getting to know them now. 
"I was a marine. We were out on a routine mission, the guys got out to do a sweep while I stayed in the truck. We uh we were ambushed. The truck was flipped, I ended up trapped by myself for a long time until rescue came. My guys were injured, they weren't able to help. I got over the fear of being in a car pretty quickly, but the fear of being trapped never went away. My military career ended then as well."
"I'm sorry Y/n, I can't imagine how hard that must have been."
"It was, but I'm mostly okay now. I struggled a lot after that, PTSD, nightmares, drinking, but Ali and Ash really helped me get through it. I don't think I would have made it without them."
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It became an almost nightly routine from then. I would sit on the floor of their room while we talked and properly got to know each other. Sometimes we would watch a movie or play a board game, most of the time we would just talk. It wasn't necessarily deep conversation, occasionally it was. Most of the time it was just getting to know each other, talking about our lives, interests, hobbies, that sort of thing. 
I admit it was nice, just talking to them. My feelings were starting to grow the more time I spent with them. I started getting excited at the thought of seeing them, butterflies would erupt when I saw them, heard their voice or they touched me. When they touched me, it felt like I was on fire, yet at the same time I felt calm, comfortable, more relaxed than I had in a long time. I was starting to want more, to really try being with them. The idea still scared me, though I was starting to think maybe that wasn't such a bad thing, that it was something I could work through with them. 
Instead of rushing into it, I decided to give it a bit more time so I could be sure, so I didn't change my mind later and break their hearts again. Though I did decide on doing something nice for them. A date of sorts without calling it a date. 
"Do you want to get dinner with me? Well a picnic, it's a beautiful night. I was going to go to the beach by myself, but I was hoping maybe you would join me?"
Christen smiled widely, "I would like that."
Tobin took a second, but smiled, "I would too."
I hadn't originally planned for a picnic, therefore I had nothing prepared. They were going to meet me in the lobby in half an hour. I knew that the team dinner would be getting set up so I decided to try my luck. The chef let me pack some stuff I knew they liked into containers. Then I practically ran to the store down the road to pick up some wine and fruit for dessert. I tried not to let the nerves rise too high. We got along and it was just dinner so there was nothing to worry about. That fact that dinner wasn't anything special added to the nerves. What if they thought I didn't actually care?
"So I'll be honest, a picnic wasn't actually in the plans. It just kinda came out so the food is just the team dinner and fruit."
"It doesn't matter to us Y/n, this is perfect. Is that wine?"
"Uh yeah, I hope I remembered correctly what type you like. Plastic cups for obvious reasons."
Christen sent a soft smile my way, hand resting on my arm. There was no way she couldn't tell how nervous I was, "You did, how about we sit down?"
We spent hours on the beach, watching the stars, talking and laughing a lot. Our conversations flowed easily like they did in the hotel room, but it seemed different somehow. They were a little more personal, deeper than previously. We talked more about our fears and what we might want in a relationship. 
I found myself with my head in Christens lap, her fingers running through my hair as I played with Tobin's fingers. The realisation hit me suddenly. There was no doubt left in my mind that I wanted to be with them. I wanted this, I wanted them. They were being so patient with me, waiting for me to make the move, to decide what I wanted. I didn't want to wait anymore.
After abruptly sitting up and facing their concerned faces, I took a deep breath and spoke before the courage went away, "I never wanted any part of this soulmate stuff. It was ridiculous to me, but the more I get to know you, the less I can deny the feelings I have for you both. I don't even think it's necessarily the soulmate thing. You two are kind, caring, patient, amazing in ways I never expected. I want to try this with you, be with you as you know girlfriends. If you might want to that is?"
They looked at each other for a second before nodding, each taking one of my hands as wide smiles stretched across their faces, "Of course we do Y/n. We want nothing more."
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There was soft music playing in the background as I cleaned up my hotel room. I knew I could get the housekeeping to do it, but I find it therapeutic. Something that came from my military days and stuck. There was knock on the door, Christen waiting on the other side, "What are you up to baby?"
"Cleaning." I replied taking her hand and pulling her into me, "Now dancing."
Christen laughed as she allowed me to guide her around, spinning her around and pulling her back into me. It was like we both froze, staring into each others eyes, "Can I kiss you?"
"You don't have to ask," Christen whispered, leaning in and connecting our lips in a soft, slow kiss. Calmness washed over me, stronger than I had ever felt as I melted into her. I guess it's true what they say, kissing your soulmate is one of the most amazing feelings. It felt right, like the piece I was missing fell back into place as we connected in a way that I had never felt before. 
There was still a piece missing, I knew it was Tobin. I knew we might take a little longer to get here than Christen and I. She was more scared that I was just going to change my mind and decide to leave them, hurting them again. Tobin interacted with me in the same way Christen did, she cuddled with us, joked with me, talked to me. There was a barrier that she kept up though. When we cuddled, she always held Christen, she went on dates with me only when Christen was around as well.
Christen pulled away, leaning her forehead against mine, "What's wrong?"
"I don't want you to think that that kiss wasn't amazing because it was beyond amazing, but I'm thinking about Tobin. I know she's scared, she has every right to be. I'm in this Chris, I just wish I could get her to see that."
"I know. She'll get there Y/n, it might just take a bit of time. Just keep doing what you're doing and you two will be okay."
"Are you okay if I take her out tonight, just the two of us?"
"Of course. I think it'll be good for you guys."
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There was a high chance that Tobin would make up an excuse as to why she couldn't make it if she knew the date would be the two of us. So I told her it was the three of us. I hated that I lied to her, but we needed to sort things out, spend time together. I was waiting in the lobby, getting more nervous as time went on. To be honest, I was a little bit scared of how Tobin would react when she found out Christen wasn't coming. Whether it be because I lied to her or because she would have to be around me alone. I hated that I felt that way about my girlfriend. 
I shamelessly watched Tobin walk over to me. She was only wearing simple black jeans and white short sleeved blouse, but she had recently cut her hair and looked amazing. Tobin stopped in front of me, her smile dropping when she noticed Christen was there, "Where's Chris? Isn't she supposed to be here?"
"We knew you probably wouldn't come if you knew it was just me. I'm sorry for lying to you, but I wanted this to just be me and you."
"It's fine."
"You don't have to go out with me if you don't want to. I understand."
"I want to be here Y/n."
I decided to be bold, kissing her cheek quickly. It had happened before, just not when it was only us, "You look beautiful by the way. I really like this new hair cut, it suits you."
A small, but genuine smile appeared, "You look pretty good yourself."
We walked along the street in slightly awkward silence until we reached the park. We had dinner reservations, but I had left time so we could talk before hand. I wasn't good at talking about my feelings. Though I knew we were going to get past this and actually work, then we needed to have an honest conversation about it, about us. To my surprise, Tobin let me lace our fingers together.
"Um I was hoping we could talk," Tobin's face dropped again as she tried to pull her hand away. I tightened my grip slightly, kissing the back of her hand, "Hey, it's nothing bad, I swear. I just think we need to have an honest conversation about us. I know you're scared Tobin, about me deciding that I don't want this and leaving you."
She seemed to relax slightly, "Chris told you?"
"She confirmed it. I understand why you're scared. I know it took me a while to come to terms with meeting my soulmates and figuring out what I wanted. That's in the past, without a doubt, I know what I want. I'm not going anywhere Tobin. I'm in this with you both. I want you both. I know words don't mean much, but please let me prove it to you. To be able to do that, I need you to let me in, even if it's only a little bit right now. I'm with you, I'm here to stay. If you still want me that is?"
"Don't even go there. Of course I want you Y/n. You are amazing and I know things are kind of rough between us, but I don't want you to think I don't want this. I know this is mostly my fault. I'm trying to let go of the fear, I really am, it's just harder than I expected.
"It's not your fault. I know you're trying. I don't expect that fear to go away just like that, but I want to take away the reason for that fear. Make your doubts go away."
Tobin smiled, cuddling up under my arm, "I'll stop pulling away so much, but I need you to push me a bit. I know you won't like that idea, being scared holds me back though. There have been times where I've wanted to do things, but the fear holds me back, it stops me. I don't mean force me, just a little push now and then."
I held her closer, kissing her temple, enjoying the feeling of finally getting to hold her properly. The idea of pushing her, made me uncomfortable. I understood where she was coming from though, I mean fear stopped me from taking the chance with them to begin with, "I guess that could be okay, but you have to tell me if it's too much. I don't want to push you too far."
"Deal, so you and Chris kissed huh? It's pretty great isn't it?"
I laughed loudly, of course Christen had told her, "It was. Chris is amazing. Are you okay with that? Us moving at a different speed to me and you."
"She really is. You guys go at whatever speed is right for you, we'll catch up. I um please don't go further without me though. I know Chris and I have already gone there, but with the three of us that's a big step, we shou-"
"It was never going to happen without you. Those important steps in our relationship happen together, with all of us."
"Thank you. It's weird, being out with out Chris. We've always done everything together. It is nice though, spending some time with you. I think it's what we needed to get out of the limbo we're in."
Things between us were a lot more comfortable after our talk. During dinner we connected in a way we hadn't before. Our conversations flowed easily as I let her in. I had told them somethings about my time in the marines and what happened after, but it was more superficial, a retelling rather than me actually opening up to them about the feelings involved. I knew that opening up would be an important part of progressing our relationship. I also still had nightmares, which I would rather them know before the sleep overs started. Of course Tobin was amazing, she held my hand listening as I talked before reassuring me that they would always be there when I needed them. 
It felt like we had already made progress. Since our conversation, Tobin actively sought my touch. Whether it was lacing our fingers together, wrapping her arms around me or resting them on my hips at the arcade or tucking herself under my arm as we walked along the beach. 
An hour or so later, we just stood outside their hotel room, neither of us making the move to leave. I knew it had to, but I didn't want the night to end. Even though they still made me nervous, when I was around either of them, I was relaxed, happy. It made leaving them hard. 
"Thank you for tonight Y/n. I had a great time."
I kissed her cheek, "Me too Tobes. I'll see you tomorrow?"
Tobin went to open the door, but quickly turned around, cupping my cheek and connecting our lips. There was something about it that made me weak at the knees. Maybe it was the passion behind it. Given our relationship so far, I was slightly surprised by it. Regardless, I reciprocated with just as much passion. I had been waiting for this moment for weeks. Ever since I let in the idea of being with them, my feelings had grown quicker than I could keep up. They were all I could think about most of the time, I wanted to be around them and if I wasn't, I just wanted to talk to them. I was comfortable, I felt safe with them which didn't happen with people often.
She pulled away slowly, smile stretching across her face, "Sorry that was out of no where, I've been thinking about doing that for a long time."
I cupped her cheek, leaving a lingering kiss on her lips, "Don't be, I've been wanting to do that for weeks."
"Things went well then?" Christens voice came from behind us. I wrapped my arm around her, kissing her cheek.
"You could say that. Thank you for being okay with us going out without you, we needed it. You were right Chris, we're going to be okay. We did miss you though."
Christen smiled, pecking both of our lips, "Of course I'm okay with you going out, we don't always have to be the three of us. We're together, but we're going to have different connections, different things we like doing. You have surfing, we have meditation, we all have hiking, and that's okay. I'm glad you had the chance to talk things out."
My fingers were laced with Tobin's as she asked a question that surprised me, "Do you want to come in? I don't think I'm ready for tonight to end yet."
"Neither am I."
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I had my dance and now I'm where I belong. Part 4
----------------------------------------------------- Warning- Angst for Bucky, Fluff for everyone ----------------------------------------------------- Part 5 Part 6 -----------------------------------------------------
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Nat was getting impatient by the minute narrowing her eyes while Tony had his eyes glued to the screen. Finally shifting his focus over to Nat he open his mouth "You see Romanoff you are my favorite for a reason be it lying or hiding something you just say it without hesitation unlike my Y/n and Capsical, so my darling Friday showed me a nice movie 'The arrival of Sharon'" and that's how Nat ended up telling Tony everything. "So Sam knew" "You can't blame him" "Yeah it's not like it would have changed the outcome" Truth to be told even though Tony was looking calm from the outside he was fuming in anger from inside, his blood was boiling how could Bucky do this to you when you have been with him through thick and thin. Tony did forgive Bucky for killing his parents cause that was not him but what he did to you that was unforgivable his mind was in control the moment he decided to cheat on you. Sure Tony was a playboy but he did never cheat on Pepper.
Their conversation was cut short when you called Nat and Tony demanded to put it on speaker and Nat warn him to be quiet "Nat I saw Sharon and Bucky today but I didn't felt angry, bad or sad not even jealous all I kept thinking about was making dinner for Steve that reminds me I have buy him some brownies" "And your problem is?" "NATASHA I should be feeling negative seeing them but I didn't felt anything I kept on thinking about Steve" "Y/N it's ok not to feel anything it does not mean you didn't love Bucky it only means you have moved on, you had pain but now it's time to gain it's ok if you are falling for Steve, you are smiling right hearing his name" "yes" you blush "take your time Y/n feel this new beginning now go home to your man" "Nat! I love you bye! Nat's words played in your mind you have thinking a lot about Steve way before you found your photo in his compass, unknowingly Steve Rogers set a permanent home in your heart unknown to you, you are already living in his.
"She seriously is worried about not feeling anything for those two parasites? Barnes is an idiot to let go of her" "You know her always thinking about others just like" "Steve they are made for each other" Tony smirks "True, so what are you going to do?" Nat smiles. "Just wait and watch" Tony smiled not so innocently.
The next day- "Mr Barnes, Boss is expecting your arrival in the training room" Bucky was confused as to why of all Tony was waiting for him. "Hey you wanted to see me?" Tony smirks "I wanted to train join me" "You don't train usually" "I want to test some features" "What?" Before he can even know what Tony meant, Tony was wearing his suit and blasted at Bucky making him crash on the wall behind, Tony attacked him again using different weaponry on his armor, groaning in pain Bucky asked "Tony what are you doing?" "What I'm training it's not like on purpose I'm attacking you!" Bucky somehow managed to stand up but Tony was quick to punch him making Bucky stumble down, that didn't stop Tony from launching another blow resulting in a cut on Bucky's cheek. Tony attacks Bucky again using his repulsor blasts and laser beams Bucky is panting miserably and getting irritated he uses his metal arm to strike Tony which proves to be a formidable weapon. Tony eventually gains the upper hand after blasting Bucky with multiple blasts that leaves Bucky lying on the ground panting gasping for air, blood dripping from the cuts, bones paining like hell. Tony finally shows some pity as he was about to leave Bucky stops him voice coarse "Y/n?" "Be grateful you are alive, I knew she was hiding something I forgave you for what you did to me but you will pay for what you did to her, after everything she did for you unbelievable!" "On a second thought I will wait till Sharon screws this up" and with that he leaves Bucky alone.
After some time Bucky limping somehow manages to enter his room there he sees Sharon all dressed up "Oh my god what happened to you?" she asks examining his body and face. "I was training with Tony" he half lies too tired to talk, "can you help me up?" "I'll fill up the bathtub, you'll feel better, there are painkillers in the cabinet I'll see you later" "Wait where are you going?" "I have an important meeting I'm getting late I'll see you later" "Can't you postpone it? Stay with me I need you" "No Bucky this meeting is important" "More important than me?" Bucky whines too tired to fight "Stop acting like a child Bucky you are a super solider you'll feel better in few hours" she argues tired of his whining "I need your help Y/n would have" "Y/n would have what?" Sharon cuts him mid sentence yelling at him for mentioning you. Bucky is shocked to after months he thought about you but why? "Get your head straight and hopefully by the time I'm back you are back to your senses" with that Sharon leaves.
Bucky somehow manages to strip down and drag his body in the bathtub as soon as he feels the hot water he starts to think about you, why did he thought about you today why but then his mind drifted to other memories of you like how you use to take care of him, massage his body while he lays in the bathtub, how you would wash his hair, feed him and put him to sleep but he shook his head and blamed his tired body for thinking about you. Everything hurt at the moment and no one was there to help him he could barely move.
Few nights later- 'Steve where are you please come back I miss you so much I need you, Y/n I'm here look Y/n don't look that way I'm here can't you see me Y/n Y/n Steve Y/n Steve Steve Steve wake up' Steve wakes up eyes wide open gasping for air he sits straight to see your worried face " hey hey it's ok, relax you are here it was just a dream" Steve is panting but grabs your arms and makes you sit on his lap making you cradle is waist he hides his face in the crook of your neck and you can feel tears running down on your shoulder "Steve feel my arms on your back and try to breathe ok" he does as you told him, after 20 minutes when you feel him getting calm you ask him "want to talk about it?" "I saw you were hurt and you were calling for me, I was there but you couldn't see me I was stuck in time." "Hey" you pull away cradling his face "look at me, you are here with me I'm not going anywhere ok? and I'm not letting you go anywhere" "I don't want to time travel ever again" "Then you won't and if the situation arises I'll go with you promise" Steve just stares at you his focus shifting to your eyes and lips after few minutes he speaks" Y/n I wanted to wait for the right time but I can't wait I...I...I love you" "Steve" you whisper. "You don't have to say it but I wanted you to know, can I k.. kiss you?" You don't answer you just nod. That’s all it takes for him to close the distance between the two of you, your lips move in sync, warm skin against warm skin and you can’t help the butterflies that bubble up inside your tummy. His hands gently run along your sides, you lean forwards deepening the kiss and he slowly slips his hands under your shirt, feeling your soft skin and groaning against your lips. Pulling away he looks at you "Will you go out on a date with me?" You smile deeply "I would love too"
----------------------------------------------------- Part 5 Part 6 ----------------------------------------------------- (Hey lovely people so finally Bucky got hell from Tony, Bucky is getting a taste of his own medicine Sharon started showing her true colors, as always feedback is appreciated lots of love 😊❤️. Sneak peek- Bucky will realize how the reader felt and his lust ship with Sharon will begin to go down the drain also more suffering for Bucky in next part) ---------------------------------------------------------------------------
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pseudo-hero · 4 months
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Quick Animated Character Appreciation: ROTSM Kon-El Gives Me HEART ATTACK
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Have I made it clear yet how much I enjoy this version of Kon-El? I don't think I have: This sugar-high-on-a-1000, raging-hormone/in-puberty, outdated slang-having, cocky kid was the best thing from the Reign of the Supermen movie and the entirety of that two-parter saga. He was such an adorably annoying little showoff and hustler (at least at one point with Clark) who you could tell had mountains more of depth beneath the surface just waiting to jump out! Perfect combination of Clark/Superman and Lex Luthor in every way, too! I love, love, loved it! He was exactly how the character should ideally be written and portrayed imo! (Side Note: Look at the tears that the girl behind him to our right [in the second image] is shedding! She adores this Kon-El that much. And I don't blame her!)
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Superboy to a not-actually-dead Superman a few minutes after meeting him: *Probably dumps his ocean-sized amount of trauma onto him which Lex has already put him through in the short amount of time that he and Lex have known each other and been in contact* "...Seriously. A room full of hungry...bizarros."
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A "resurrected", oddly calm yet probably very concerned Superman: "Sounds harrowing."
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Superboy, now seeing his chance to hustle a new home with his other dad: "Soo, can I live with you or not?"
Superman with months-worth of 5 o' clock shadow: *Doesn't even get a chance to think it over yet, much less respond, due to them being interrupted by Steel The Third Wheel (but also doesn't say no)*
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Gosh I'm so sad/mad we'll never get see him in Superman Media again because they permanently deaded that universe!! 🥺 (Plus they forced us to watch him get slaughtered!!!! 😩) I won't forget him anytime soon though!! He'll stay in my primary color-painted heart!!!! 💛❤️💙
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wed-in-the-apocalypse · 5 months
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The Conversation
Kinda drabble but its long so idk
Tara Carpenter x Reader
Fluff and angst
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It was after 5 weeks of dating you that Tara started getting scared.
Not by you, never by you, but she was scared that if she told you what happened, that you would leave her, just like everyone else had, like her mom, and her father, like Sam did.
She was scared you'd call her a monster and leave her.
But she figured you already knew, of course you knew, she knew the killings were famous, that everyone knew who she was.
What she did.
What amber did.
But you weren't like amber, no, you were so sweet, and kind, you always made sure she felt safe, never pushed her to do anything, but you kept her grounded, kept her responsible.
5 weeks of utter bliss, 5 weeks of being the happiest she'd ever been.
And she was scared to ruin it.
She dreaded ever telling you.
And you never brought it up, until now.
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She was sitting on your bed, she had told Sam that Mindy wanted to watch the latest horror movie with her, so she agreed to let her go.
She was scrolling through movies to watch while you were in the shower.
She settled on a movie when you walked out, hair still wet, wearing an oversized T-shirt and sweatpants and a towel over your shoulders.
You sat down on the bed, back resting on the headboard next to Tara.
"So what'd you pick?" You asked as she put her legs over yours and put her head on your shoulder cuddling up to you.
"Knives out" you quirked your head at her. "But I thought you wanted to watch the new insidious?" She nodded. "I know, but I've been picking movies and I wanted to put on something for you" your heart fluttered, even with something as small as putting on your favorite movie, it made you fall even harder for her.
"Thanks Tar" you kissed her forehead and she blushed. "Its nothing," you shuffled closer, if even possible. "Let's watch the movie now" you turned to the screen, still smiling.
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It was halfway through when she noticed you hadn't talked for over 20 minutes, normally while watching a movie you loved to talk, not that she hated it, quite the opposite, she liked the way you were so engrossed by the story, or sometimes not, when you pointed out how ridiculous it was or how no one would ever do that.
But you were completely silent, Tara knew that was bad, silence never meant anything good, she learned that long ago.
And when she glanced at you it looked like you were staring right past the TV and through the wall, lost in thought.
"Hey y/n, you okay? Is something on your mind?" You shook your head to get out of your trance. "Yeah I was just thinking" you gave her a comforting smile, but she didn't believe it.
"Tell me what you're thinking, you know you can tell me" she placed her hand on yours that rested on your thigh. "I-..." you cut off, unsure if you should ask her, she nodded her head, encouraging you to continue. you inhaled deeply through your nose and turned to look at her with serious eyes.
"I want to know why you avoid talking about.." you hesitated. "Amber.." She froze, she avoided your eyes and took her hand away to rub the scar on her palm, one she created.
Her ears ringed, she felt nauseous, tears were pricking at her eyes, but she refused to let them fall.
She hated that name, she hated her.
But she had loved her, oh how she loved her, and she thought amber loved her too, even though she broke her over and over again, she loved her, she dealt with it because she thought it was what she deserved.
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When she was first attacked, she went to amber, she had come to her hospital bed and faked concern, she remembered her saying; "I was so worried, I came as soon as I could" she had kissed her head and told her she loved her, and Tara believed it, but she learned later that she lied.
She lied, she lied to her, she's the one who gave her that scar, she's the reason she has a slight limp, why she has seven stab wounds littered across her body, from her stomach to her back, why she cried at night.
It hurt so much when she shot Liv, she was horrified, she tried to take the gun from her, but amber was stronger, she tied her up in a closet and taped her mouth shut while she cried and begged her to stop.
She had cried when she beat her with her crutches, and tears were still streaming when she shot her, and her voice trembled when she said; "you were a shitty girlfriend" and she fell into Sam's arms when she hugged her, she had seen ambers lifeless body fall on the floor.
She was a killer.
Just like her.
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You immediately regretted what you said when she pulled away. "I'm sorry Tara, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, you don't have to answer" she didn't look at you, you took her hand in yours, she tried to blink away the tears but she couldn't stop herself from crying, tears felt like lava in her eyes, it hurt to cry, you pulled her into your chest as she did.
"I-... I loved her y/n.." She sobbed "shh.. Its okay I'm here" you whispered into her ear while she cried. "I killed her-" she broke off with another sob, and you whispered reassuring words in her ear, trying to soothe her. "I'm a killer.. just like her" you stroked her back and held her tightly as she broke down.
After she finally stopped crying and laid with you did she tell you everything, how she treated her, how she sometimes cries at night, how she haunts her in her sleep when she's alone in the dark.
Your heart broke and ached for her, your own tears were starting to appear when she told you how it hurt, you wondered why anyone, how, anyone could ever so much as think of hurting her, you would drive a knife through your own beating heart before you even lay a finger on her, so why would anyone especially her own girlfriend, try to kill her, her sister, and all her friends, for what? Fame? To make a new movie? It made you sick, your blood boiled when she told you, but you hurt for Tara more.
If you could heal her, take her place and take all that pain away, you would.
When she finished you held her tight, promising to never hurt or leave her.
And Tara believed it, and she knew you were telling the truth this time.
She would have you to help her heal.
Though she knew she could never forget, she knew you would be there to help her through it.
And she knew amber would still haunt her, and she'd still wake up at night because of it, but she knew you would be there to hold her and comfort her, you promised it.
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Sorry not sorry :)
Go to @dreamersbcll they talk about her trauma better then I can
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Can I Keep It?
@spicycinnabun and I's contribution to steddiebang 2023! ❤️️ | Chapters: 2/12 | Rating: M | Read, kudos or comment on ao3 | We have a playlist. ❤️️ | Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8
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Chapter 2: Stupid Hunk
The early afternoon at Family Video was so boring. No one was coming in to rent or return movies. Steve had finished all the grunt work. Rentals that came back that morning were rewound if the customer hadn’t done it already. Everything had been put back in its place, and he had straightened up the store.
Usually, Steve enjoyed the free time getting paid to do nothing, but he was feeling listless about work and his love life.
Now, he was just leaning against the counter, playing with Eddie’s skull ring. He had been keeping it under the counter for when Eddie came back to return A Nightmare on Elm Street 2: Freddy’s Revenge or if he saw Dustin.
Steve found it fit perfectly on his ring finger and considered not giving it back.
He had a date tonight. He was taking Brenda to the basketball game. He wasn’t sure about her. She was gorgeous but even denser than him. Maybe it was the blonde box dye that had fried her brain.
The game was almost more exciting than the prospect of getting laid. He’d totally fucked up the year before and had lost state for Hawkins. It had been the cherry on top of not getting into college. Steve was looking forward to redemption for the team and a win for Sinclair.
When the phone rang, Steve answered it within a few rings. It was Dustin wanting him to come play D&D. Yeah, right. He would never socially recover from that.
Steve looked at the ring, spinning it around with his thumb. It chafed a little that Dustin thought he was jealous of Eddie. He absolutely was not. “I’m not cancelling my date with Bombshell Brenda. Sorry, Dustin. You and the freak can have fun without me.”
Steve was relieved when two hot customers walked in, giving him a reason to hang up.
Eddie sat on the bus. It was the last one running, and nobody else was on it except himself and the bus driver. He’d abandoned his van back at the trailer—too conspicuous. What happened was fucked. It was so fucked.
He made a noise of distress, picking his feet up off the ground and curling up into as small a ball as possible on the dirty carpeted seat. His eyes went glassy, locked wide in fright. The driver gave him a wary glance from his rearview mirror.
Twenty minutes later, Eddie had barely moved. The bus lurched to a stop, and the driver cleared his throat. “End of the line,” he said.
A few seconds passed. There was no motion from the back.
“Hey!” he said louder. “I said end of the line. You gotta get off, kid.”
That jolted Eddie. He stood on wooden legs and stumbled to the side door, pushing it open and stepping outside. The doors hissed closed, and the bus chugged away and turned around the corner, leaving him alone on the barren road.
There were no streetlights here. Nobody was around.
Eddie started walking briskly, glancing over his shoulder constantly.
When he reached a fork in the road, he stopped and stared into the depths of the woods. Cutting through it was the closest way to his dealer’s house. It was the only place he could go that he knew would be safe from the cops, who would no doubt be coming after him for the fucking death of Chrissy Cunningham. He didn’t know if it would be safe from whatever the fuck had attacked Chrissy.
Eddie stepped off the road and onto the dirt with a trembling breath.
The branches of the trees were long, spindly, and black. He should have heard the rustle of animals scurrying around and insects buzzing. He should have heard the wind off the lake. It was too quiet and too still. He could only hear his breath and the soft whimpers rising from his throat that he couldn’t control.
He started to run. He ran faster than he ever had before. He ran like somebody was chasing him because it felt that way. It felt like he was being watched, hunted.
His lungs gave out long before he did. Eddie was dripping sweat and heaving when he finally reached Rick’s place. The security light was on and casting a cold glow on the ground that wasn’t very welcoming, but at least he was out of the dark.
Eddie didn’t have a key to Rick’s house, and he didn’t want to break in and leave evidence that he was there or risk someone seeing him. A key to the boathouse was hidden in a flowerpot on the back windowsill. Eddie went around, grabbed it and jammed it in the door, having to try three times before he unlocked it because his hands were shaking so badly.
There was no light inside, except for the scant amount coming from the windows and the moon off the lake. Eddie whimpered again, every creak in the floor and every shadow on the walls making him jump.
“Fucking relax, you coward,” he said hoarsely. The volume of his voice almost made him jump, too.
Miracle of all miracles, he found a case of beer on one of the shelves. He drank two of them. It didn’t do much to calm him. Mostly, it just made him feel nauseous and dizzy.
He still saw Chrissy’s body levitating in the air, her bones cracking to unnatural angles, her eyes sucking back into the caverns of her skull.
Eddie climbed into the boat and curled up under the blue tarp, scrunching his eyes shut as he tried to force the images away. The tarp made crinkling noises as he continued to shake, but eventually, his breath slowed. The adrenaline crash hit him, and he passed out.
But he wasn’t out for long, plagued by nightmares that made him toss and turn in the boat, getting twisted up in the tarp. The third time he woke up screaming, he stopped trying to sleep.
Eddie didn’t do much of anything when morning came. He tried to calm himself by going outside and sitting on the dock. It was a sweet relief to feel the warmth and safety of the daylight, but since it was the weekend, there were people out boating, and he had to retreat to the darkness.
He looked through Rick’s things and took an inventory of everything there. Most of it was junk and fishing gear, but there was a first aid kit and some old food in a cooler he could survive on. He couldn’t risk going to a store. He should have packed a backpack, but he hadn’t prepared anything. All he did was run. All he did was leave Chrissy.
Eddie hacked open a can of expired SpaghettiOs when his stomach started cramping, scarfing them down ravenously and cutting his tongue on the jagged tin. He devoured a Big Hunk bar, saving the other two for later like they were precious gems.
Looking at them reminded him of the video store and Steve. To think, he had been worried about finishing his trig homework. When now… now , look where he was. Eddie buried his face in his hands with a hysterical laugh.
That night, Eddie started hallucinating. The isolation was getting to him.
Chrissy’s deformed body kept manifesting in different places. Once on the ceiling, another time in the boat with him under the tarp, and another time while he was outside taking a piss. She tried to talk to him, but her jaw was broken, so it came out like a long, guttural groan. Eddie had never started sobbing with his dick in his hand before. That was a first he wished never to repeat.
When the sun went down and the darkness hit yet again, Eddie was so delirious he could barely differentiate the floor from the ceiling. He heard voices yelling outside.
They sounded, strangely, like his Hellfire Club gang. That sounded like Dustin’s voice. But that couldn’t be. It was a trick. It wasn't real.
Eddie broke one of his empty beer bottles on the side of the boat and then jumped into it, hiding under the tarp.
So, not only had Steve’s date been a total flop, but he’d been roped into going to Lover’s Lake and aiding in the search and rescue mission of Eddie Munson.
He wasn’t sure that Eddie was innocent in all of this. Of course, Steve believed in all that constitutional shit—innocent until proven guilty—but the freak thing he couldn’t shake despite Eddie’s sweetness and sweet tooth he had witnessed the other night in the store.
Still, he didn’t put up too much of a fight. He’d help. He always helped.
When they arrived at the boat house on Lover’s Lake, Dustin rang the doorbell in quick succession. Steve was more than willing to walk away when they didn't get an answer—mainly because it was super spooky, and it felt like they shouldn’t be there.
Dustin wasn’t willing to give up that easily.
Something was trying to get Eddie. Poking, prodding—one smack would have landed right on the family jewels had it been just an inch to the left. Eddie remained silent as the voices continued. They changed to a buzzing drone that grew louder and louder in his ears.
The poking stopped.
Mustering a burst of courage, Eddie sprang out of the boat and backed his attacker up against the wall, shoving him there and pressing the jagged glass to his throat.
Steve couldn’t feel the pain. He was too frightened. He tried not to breathe because the broken glass was too close. His eyes were wide as he watched Eddie. Eddie tightened his grip, which scared him more, and it got harder for him to breathe. He couldn’t believe Eddie was about to stab him in the throat.
One second, Eddie was holding what seemed to be a normal person, then it was Chrissy and her black hole eyes, and then some indiscernible creature barring its teeth at him. He pressed the edges of the bottle harder against its neck until Dustin convinced him they were who they said they were.
A scent invaded Eddie’s nose. He smelled… coconut?
Everything came into better focus, along with the frightened expression on Steve’s face. Chrissy and the monster temporarily vanished. Eddie could feel the frantic pulse beating away in Steve’s neck under his fingers, but he was still suspicious and let them all know it.
It took some more convincing from Dustin, Robin, Steve, and the redhead, Max, whom Eddie recognized as Billy Hargrove’s sister, who had moved in next to them with her mom after Billy died in the mall fire.
Finally, Eddie let go.
He slowly slid down the wall. His hands were trembling again. Dustin reached out to take the bottle from him, face morphing into something sinister. Eddie flinched as it quickly disappeared, and he was just Dustin again, the goofy, smartass little sheep Eddie had herded into his D&D club.
Steve stuck his hand in his jacket pocket and gently thumbed Eddie’s ring, trying to calm down after all that. He didn’t feel like giving the ring back anymore. If Eddie knew he had it, there was a possibility he could think Steve had stolen it. Then maybe he actually would kill him.
Eventually, Steve calmed as the others got Eddie to tell them what had happened.
Eddie tried not to cry as he attempted to keep his fragile hold on reality. There was no way they'd believe him if he told them the truth. They would probably pretend they did, and then, as soon as they had his guard down, they would knock him out and take him straight to the police station.
His eyes went glassy again as he started telling them everything. Even the part where he was a fucking coward who ran.
Then he learned about the Upside Down.
Monsters were real. Monsters were actually real, and they were way less cool than they should have been. Eddie was still trying to wrap his head around it while the three questioned him.
Robin was watching him closely, and Eddie felt exposed. He had a real-life encounter with something otherworldly, and “run” had been his final choice. He’d failed, and the princess had died.
Nearly getting his throat slashed had shaken Steve up. After a little while, he felt grounded again. Especially once he heard what happened to Chrissy. He kept his arms crossed as he watched Eddie and listened to him tell them what happened.
It was harder to hear than he expected. What Eddie witnessed was brutal. There was literally nothing he could’ve done about it. He knew if it sounded this awful, seeing it in person must have been terrifying. Steve didn’t understand why Eddie was beating himself up for leaving her there. He didn’t know what it was, what it was capable of or if it was coming for him next.
That didn’t change the fact that he was suspect number one. Steve was glad they didn’t bring the police into this, even though he had suggested it earlier.
The sting of Dustin favoring Eddie over him lingered from earlier, but Steve chilled out. While it seemed like and felt like Eddie was going to kill him, he hadn’t, and he wouldn’t have killed Chrissy. He had been scared and was too sweet… like the candy he’d bought at the video store the other night. It was clear the Upside Down had gotten to her somehow in the form of a killer monster.
Now that they had found Eddie and figured out what had happened to Chrissy, they could make a plan. Unfortunately for Steve, the first plan involved babysitting, and this time, it wasn’t the kids.
They were leaving when Dustin asked Steve to stay with Eddie. “If I can’t stay, you should. Seriously though, fuck this. Mom will be fine. She won’t worry if I don’t come home for one measly night.”
That was a lie, and his shifty eyes said it all.
“Dustin, look, man… Eddie is perfectly capable of taking care of himself. He has a weapon that he almost slit my throat with, remember? You think he needs a babysitter?” Steve shook his head. Technically, he was already babysitting Dustin and Max. He had to make sure they got home safe with this Vecna creep going around breaking people’s bones and killing them. “We can come back tomorrow. We’ll bring him some stuff he needs, like food and water. He can’t live off beer for long. Plus, we’re the only ones that know he’s here. He’s safe for now.”
Dustin accepted his no since Steve promised they’d come back. Part of Steve did feel bad for Eddie.
Eddie’s cheeks burnt as he overheard their conversation through the open door.
While he appreciated that Steve had saved face for him, it was humiliating for Dustin to suggest it. For a kid to think someone younger than him needed to keep watch over him. Babysitter? Fuck. Even worse, Eddie’s heart was pounding again, and his breath quickened because he was about to be alone again.
Robin was still watching him with her observant owl eyes. When he looked at her, she handed him her flashlight with a sympathetic smile before joining the group outside. Eddie clutched it too tightly and gave her a half-hearted salute, grateful for the small comfort.
After the door shut, he heard the engine rumble as the car started and the quiet as the noise moved further and further away.
“Don’t,” he told his tear ducts fiercely because they were welling up again. “Don’t you fucking dare.”
This was all just… way too fucking much.
Eddie returned to the boat with the flashlight, sitting cross-legged with it in his lap for a few long minutes as he got his sniffles under control. The flashlight flickered, making his heart flutter, but it stayed on after he smacked the base violently with his palm.
Steve seemed like a brave dude. Braver than him, at least, to have been dealing with this other world for so long, these real-life fucking monsters, all while he lived his everyday life and worked at the video store. He was more than just the vain bully of a jock Eddie had pegged him as. Maybe. He bet Steve wouldn’t have let Chrissy get put under a curse. He would have done something to stop that from happening to her.
Eddie picked up a Big Hunk bar and opened it, drowning his feelings in corn syrup and peanuts. “Stupid hunk,” he muttered, taking a big bite, “being all hunky and brave.”
Eddie finished the bar, throwing the wrapper overboard. His head suddenly dipped as exhaustion hit him. He was close to tipping over when he caught himself and cursed, forcing his eyes back open as the boat swayed on its chains.
He wondered if Steve would have stayed and kept him company if Eddie hadn’t almost killed him. It had been an accident, but he hadn’t apologized. Shit.
The next time Eddie’s head dipped, he fell back and let sleep take him.
Eddie jerked awake to noise from outside. He vaulted out of the boat, bottleneck clutched in his fist as he peered out the window, panting with adrenaline. It was light out again, so he had actually gotten some sleep, but he wasn’t focused on that. Someone or some thing was there. The floorboards creaked.
Or not.
His heart had barely slowed before the door clanged open, revealing Dustin, Steve, Robin and Max.
Eddie’s shoulders slumped. He glared balefully at them, but it didn’t last long because he was glad to see them. “Knock next time, or I won’t be tipping,” he told Dustin.
“Uh, I’ve earned a tip for stellar customer service with a smile, thank you. No take-backsies.”
Eddie cleared his throat as the munchkins started unloading the grocery bags and making themselves comfortable. He set down the broken bottle. Robin leaned against a steel shelf and looked out at the water, which was peacefully still without any wind.
Max opened a bag of chips, and Dustin scolded her as she shoved a handful in her mouth. “Those are for Eddie ,” he said, way too overprotectively if everyone’s expressions were anything to go by.
Max shrugged. “Eddie can share.”
“Course I can. I’m not a chip hog. Unless those are Bugles,” said Eddie. Putting Bugles on his fingers like claws was always a tasty and perfectly on-theme accessory for Hellfire nights.
Fuck, was he ever going to have one of those again?
"We got Buges!" Dustin said. He was already helping himself to the chips, arm stuck in the bag, while Max rolled her eyes at him.
Eddie was hungry, but there was something he had to do first. He reached into his pocket, sweaty hand wrapping around the wrapper of his last Big Hunk bar. It turned out the information he’d filed away about Steve liking them would come in handy now. Hopefully.
He nodded at Steve, stepping towards him while everyone was all distracted. He held the bar out as a peace offering. “Hey, dude, um. I’m sorry about last night. You know, the whole…” he trailed off, motioning towards Steve’s throat with his other hand.
Steve wasn’t expecting an apology from Eddie. Nearly getting attacked had left him full of adrenaline after he’d gotten home. It had taken a while to wind down and fall asleep, especially after Eddie had horrifyingly recalled what had happened to Chrissy. Steve hadn’t known what Eddie was capable of until he had been in the thick of it. Eddie was strong and very threatening. Getting an apology made Steve confident that Eddie didn’t have it in him to physically harm him or anyone else. He was probably all bark and no bite.
As Steve listened, he smiled a bit, remembering it almost fondly as he lightly touched his throat. He looked down as the apology hit him and made him bashful that he was even getting one.
“I was kinda worked up. Hadn’t slept much since Friday. Which is still not really an excuse, I know,” Eddie rambled, “So, just—”
This was going swell.
Steve gave a casual shrug of his shoulders and then looked back up to catch Eddie’s eyes.
“Sorry,” Eddie repeated, clapping Steve on the shoulder and giving it a warm squeeze.
It felt like Eddie was looking directly into his soul. Their eyes connected for an abnormally long beat. The intensity made Steve’s eyes drop to Eddie’s lips, and he immediately felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise just like they had when Eddie had the bottle to his throat.
Eddie’s stomach stole the show by rumbling like an angry bear, interrupting Steve’s weird physical reaction to the apology and touch. Steve nodded, understanding. “It’s cool,” he said, brushing it off. He had been over it after Eddie told them about Chrissy, anyway.
Eddie nodded, annoyed at his stomach for no discernable reason. Steve had accepted his Big Hunk and his apology.
Moving away, Eddie sat down and started ripping open the bag of cereal. The smell of the Honeycombs invaded his nose. He was shovelling them into his mouth between sips of sugary sweet Yoo-hoo when Dustin told him the bad news. He always went with the bad news first.
It didn’t surprise him that the police were looking for him and that he was the only suspect, but his lips still trembled, and his appetite vanished, a nauseous feeling replacing it.
The entire town would be lighting their torches and sharpening their pitchforks. Many people already had a problem with him, especially the members of the church, so hunting him down was going to be like Christmas morning for them. He didn’t see any way this could end well for him.
That was until Robin informed him that this wasn’t their first otherworldly rodeo. They had been through this kind of shit before.
Eddie glanced at everyone in the room, lingering on Steve until he nodded in confirmation.
Eddie's eyes bulged as they tried unsuccessfully to reassure him, and his eyebrows lifted. Jesus Christ. Right, there was nothing to worry about. Nothing whatsoever. And a girl with superpowers, so what? That was totally normal.
Sirens sounded nearby, making them all go on high alert.
“Tarp!” said Robin urgently. “Tarp, tarp!”
Eddie ducked under it, pulling it over himself. He clenched his eyes shut as they waited and whispered the chorus of Leper Messiah to calm his racing heart. “Time for lust, time for lie. Time to kiss your life goodbye...”
Fuck, this was it. He was going straight to the big house. He would be reunited with his dear old man, who would be thrilled to see him, especially after their last conversation where Eddie told him about his big plans. About how he was really going to buckle down, graduate school this year, and get his diploma. Hell, maybe even get into a college.
Dad had laughed his ass off, sporting a wide grin through the plexiglass. " You really think you can get into one of those smarty-pants schools?"
It was said with affection, which made it hurt even more.
Steve followed the others to the window as soon as Eddie was out of sight. He hung back slightly. They watched the cops speed right past the boathouse.
Once the sirens dissipated, Steve felt a slight sense of relief. Eddie was still wanted, but at least they wouldn’t have the police snooping around with him only hidden under a tarp. It was the most obvious hiding place. When Steve originally started poking around with the oar, it was clear to him then. Not only that, but Eddie’s broken bottle was no match for a policeman’s gun.
It was only a matter of time before someone else figured out he was hiding here at Reefer Rick’s. They had to prove Eddie’s innocence sooner rather than later. While Dustin made it sound totally plausible, they had a lot of work to do.
“They’re gone. For now,” Steve said, grabbing the top of the tarp. He pulled it back just enough to free Eddie’s face. He still looked terrified. That made him feel bad. Steve didn’t want to leave him here all alone again, so he thought quickly.
“We need to get you out of here,” he told Eddie. Steve’s house was in the direction of where the police were going. No one would expect Eddie to be there. “We’re going to take you to my house. My room is in the basement. My dad is out of town, and my mom is probably passed out on the couch. It’ll be easy to sneak you in. I do it all the time with my dates. What do you say?” Steve thought it was a pretty good idea.
Robin’s eyebrows slowly climbed into her hair. She gave Steve a peculiar look, unseen by Eddie.
Eddie’s brain was now short-circuiting from a completely different reason other than fear. Not even in his wildest dreams would he think he would be offered shelter from Steve Harrington. At the very most, he should have been offering Eddie a hiding place in his dusty pool shed or something—not in his very own, very personal bedroom in his basement.
Eddie’s stomach was unexpectedly flipping the fuck out as he looked up into Steve’s, also unexpectedly, kind brown eyes. “Um…I…are you—”
—really sure you want me there? He didn’t get to say because Dustin interrupted him, slapping Steve on the shoulder. “Great idea, Steve! Then we won’t have to ride out so long to bring him things.”
Robin’s eyebrows said it all. What was Steve thinking? She was surprised. Steve was, too. He had just invited Eddie to stay at his house… in his room.
Whatever, it wasn’t that big of a deal. And there was no taking it back now.
“Can we leave now?” Max asked. She was rubbing her temple, her forehead creasing like she was in pain.
Steve looked at Max. She had really been worrying him. It sounded like whatever had gotten Chrissy was after her now, too.
Eddie sat up quickly, moving the tarp off himself and jumping out of the boat so he didn’t miss his ride out of there. “Well, I’m not going to miss that thing one bit,” he said honestly. Anything would be an upgrade from the boat.
His mind was already off to the races. What would Steve’s bed be like? Hard? Pillowy soft? Would Eddie be sleeping on the floor? Maybe Steve had a couch in his bedroom. Rich people had other furniture in their bedrooms, right? Why would Steve’s mom be passed out in the middle of the day? How many dates did Steve sneak into his bedroom on a weekly basis? Why was Steve doing this for him?
Steve nodded, “Alright, let’s go. The quicker we get Eddie to my house, the quicker we can find out what the police are after.”
Steve led the way out of the boathouse. He got in the car first and waited for everyone else to pile in before starting it. As he backed up, he caught a glimpse of Eddie in his rearview mirror. He seemed less rattled, which made Steve feel better about his decision
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"You're safe with me"
Drew thomas x Female! Reader
Movie: The conjuring
Summarization: After your mother *Carolyn's possesion* you had been traumatized and always jumpy thinking bathsheba was still with you so you tell drew about the lately panic attacks and nightmares about the past events that had happened
(WARNING:PANIC ATTACKS, MORBID THOUGHTS, CONFESSIONS, FLUFF, AND KISSES.)
( Not very fluent in english sorry:) )
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*One week after possesion*
I dial Drew's number to call him and tell him to pick me up for tomorrow morning. Me and Drew we're college students that had discover each other through mrs. and mr. warren's class. They had help through everything tough going on with our house which Im thankful for. Anyways lets get back to Drew.
I wait for a few minutes until he answered.
"Hello? Who's this?" Drew says quite confused that someone might have mistakenly called him
"Oh Hi drew! I just wanted to talk about how maybe you could pick me up for tomorrow I really have something important to tell you" I say, knowing my heavy feelings for drew it had been hard ever since I started admiring everything about him as he might like my sister.
(TIMESKIP)
I wake up in a scared state as I had another one of my previous nightmares. I stare at the clock to see it was already 5:30 am, I sat up and went to get my clothes ready now, since Me and Drew had class at around 7 in the morning.
I get my flared jeans ready, also with my tight polo,black converse and denim jacket.
(TIMESKIP)
I hear Drew knocking at the door so I grab my stuff and scurry through the door.
"BYE MOM AND DAD LOVE YOU!" I said so they know I was going to leave for school.
"Bye Honey, Stay safe!" My mother yells loud enough for me to hear. I open the door to see Drew standing there and smiling cutely.
"Hi Drew! woke up in the right side of the bed?"
"Yeah" Drew says smiling wider at me. I look at his cheek bones and I've never wanted to pinch someone's cheeks until Drew. I was snapped out of my thought's when I heard Drew say.
"Hey? Are you okay?" He touches my shoulder still opening the door for me.
"Yeah sorry, zoned out for a little bit" I say blushing when Drew touched my shoulder. "Sorry Drew"
"No its fine sweetheart, just get in the car." He says smiling at me. I get in the car and he closes the door for me. My cheeks turn into blood red as I just realised Drew had called me "Sweetheart".
I was looking out of the window so Drew would'nt see how bright red my cheeks had turned. I hear the engines turn on and soon we were on the road going to school.
"Sweetheart.. You called last night told me you wanna tell something? What is it? Everything going fine in the house? Are you fine?" Drew asks concerned as he remember's the past occurence.
"Right.. I just you know after the paranormal stuff, its just that I had been having nightmares and panic attacks about it, you know? I always dream about Mom when she was possesed, her eyes are still glued onto my mind like its a stuck bubble gum on a shoe. The panic attacks occur everytime I see them creeping onto me even if there is nothing anymore." I say ranting to him about the things that had been happening after the past events.
"Well sweetheart, you must have gotten pretty traumatized. Dont worry, the thing isn't gonna do anything to you anymore, I would never let anything get to you. Remember your mother fought this demon off just so she could protect you and your siblings. I know she'll do it again and again for you if she could" He says in a soft tone comforting me, his words had calmed me down from the thoughts of my mother and the demon's that had been around our house before even the events.
"Yeah, thankyou for being here for me Drew. Even if we had just met for a few months before this shit happened. I love you." Just then my eyes widen after I had realised I said those 3 words that I couldn't tell Drew before.
The car stops in the parking lot of he school,a huge screech could be heard. Just then I head Drew say "YOU LOVE ME?" he asks me smiling widely, I nod my head "Yes I love you Drew.." I say in a hushed tone. I felt his arms snake around my shoulder and waist hugging me. His face buried in my neck "Yes Yes Yes" I hear drew muffle in my neck "I love you so much too!" Drew says getting me caught off guard.
"I've always liked you! This past few months ever since we met I've developed such huge feelings for you.. I love you so much" He says confessing to me still muffled in my neck .
I hug him back "I love you so much too! Oh drew.." I hug him tightly like he was gonna disappear in my arms.
Just then I feel his hands cup my hands and he kisses me. Shock coursed through my body, but then I come back and kiss him back. We stayed like that for a while until we ran out of breath's.
We press our foreheads together cupping each other faces.
"I love you so much Drew"
"I love you too darling" He softly presses his lips against mine.
"I love you.." then the bell rung and we ran out of the car holding each other's hand to Mr. & Mrs. Warren's class.
(SORRY THIS WAS SHORT I WAS JUST BORED WHEN I WROTE THIS! T-T)
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