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Exorcist Eve: The First Meeting
This is fic is the first meeting Charlie has with Adam and Eve, and how things change with Eve's presence. I've basically rewritten the scenes of the first episode and thrown some drawings of moments I find important and/or funny.
A big thank you to @kayloo who asked how this meeting would go! This is going to be long and I'm sorry
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“Hello? Hellooo?” Charlie calls out in the lobby of Heaven Embassy, her voice bouncing off the high vaulted ceilings and echoing back to her. “Creepy…”
The lobby is clean, beautifully decorated, and utterly empty. It was completely different from the usual hustle and bustle of Hell that she was used to…it’s a little unsettling. Charlie makes her way to the front desk and rings the bell for attention.
Instead of summoning a person, like she assumed it would, a glowing page and pen appear hovering just in front of her face. A glance at the writing is enough to reveal the page as a standard sign-in sheet with a standard welcome. “Okaaay. Also creepy.”
Upon signing her name on the line, the page disappears and a heavy door to her left opens just a crack. Creepy and weird, yes, but Charlie is on a mission here and it starts by walking through that door! Or tip-toeing, in this case. Tip-toeing worked too.
“Hello? Uh, anyone there?”
“Sup.” If the sudden light flooding the room wasn’t enough to surprise Charlie, the voice behind her certainly did.
“Oh shit!” Hastily picking herself off the ground, Charlie peeks over the table to see the source of the sound. Three people watch her from across the table, a man and woman in matching white robes sit together while another stands rigidly a little way back. Exorcist Angels, if the masks and horns are anything to go by. “Hi! My name’s Charlie, my dad asked me if I could meet you?”
“Yeah, I know.” The man answers, picking up a rib from a plate in front of him and munching it through his mask…somehow.
Charlie takes a moment to look at the other people in the room. The woman standing wore the standard Exorcist uniform and had fixed an unwavering glare on the princess. Certainly not the warmest person in the room. The other woman was hard to read, her mask featuring only LED eyes and no mouth. Still, Charlie got the distinct feeling the woman would rather be anywhere else than here right now. Charlie turns her attention back to the man. Out of the three Angels, he seems to be the most easy-going. Probably best to talk to him first, she decides.
“Right well… it's nice to meet you!” Charlie sticks out her hand and practically beams when the man returns her sentiment, reaching out his own hand with a welcoming smile. Okay, she thinks, this guy seems nice. She can work with this. Just make a good first impression with a hearty handshake and--
Her hand goes right through his.
“HA! I fucking got you; did you fucking see that?” The man laughs obnoxiously, looking over his shoulder at the standing Exorcist who gives him a curt nod. “Good shit.”
“Uhh, wait. So you’re not here? None of you?” Charlie asks, looking between the three.
“Ha! No. You think I'd come down there? No, I mean, I love the vibe! Totally. I love your tunes. Pretty fucking hardcore, don't get me wrong.” He laughs, getting uncomfortably close to Charlie before slumping back in his seat. “But it’s just such a bummer man! Everything down there is just, like Blah! Ya know? Hehe, ew.”
“We can talk just fine this way, Princess Morningstar,” the woman in white speaks up, trying to steer the conversation back.
“Oh, please just call me Charlie,” the princess laughs, a tad bashful to use her full title.
“All right. I am Eve. And this…” a heavy sigh. “Is Adam.”
“Wait, your names are Adam and Eve? Like, the Adam and Eve?” Charlie points at the two, eyes widening in realization.
“Yep! We’re the Original Duet, baby!” Adam drapes an arm around Eve, pulling her in until their masks smush together.
“That. Is. Great! That is so great,” Charlie grins. The original man and his wife! The people from which all human souls descend. Surely, they will be interested in her plan! “I’m so happy we all got the chance to meet. I have a project that I would love to run by you-”
“Hey hey hey heeey. Slow down, we have time. Let’s get to know each other a little bit. How about some lunch huh, you hungry? I got you,” Adam shushes her, holographic hand pressing against her lips in a buzz of static before holding out the plate of ribs. “Here, try this. It’s my personal favorite, you’ll LOVE it.”
“Uh, okay.” They do look pretty good.
Adam lets out a laugh as Charlie’s hand once again passes through the holograph. “HAHA, I fucking got you again bitch! HAHAHA, fucking hilarious!”
Oh, this is going to be a long meeting.
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“Then we fucked and it was awesome. What did you do this weekend?” Adam asks through a mouth full of ribs.
Charlie is silent, eyes flicking between the two angels. She had just spent the last hour listening to Adam talk and it was all kinds of uncomfortable. Particularly the boosts about his…sexual prowess. With many women. Other than his wife. Who was currently sitting right there.
“Uhhh, aren’t you two…You know what? Never mind.” She decides she doesn’t need to know. Eve really didn’t seem to care so who was Charlie to judge? “Adam, Eve…you two seem like lovely people.”
“Yeah, we rock.” Adam nods.
“And I know you guys are the leaders of the angels. Natural-born leaders, visionaries who truly care!”
“I mean, your words babe!”
“Who would really love to put their names on something.”
“Fucking love putting my name on shit, shit’s the best!”
“It’s the solution to our biggest problem!”
“Oh yeah, Herpies. Yeah, that’s a bitch.” Adam nods solemnly.
Confusion flashes across Charlie's face but, to her credit, she recovers fast. “No! Our other biggest problem!”
“Uh…ugly people? Math! Global warming… no wait, that’s Earth’s problem,” Charlie stands speechless as Adam begins a long list of things that he believes to be problems, each one more stupid than the last.
Eve drums her fingers on the table in front of her as Adam’s voice continues to drone on. They could have been done with this by now. They should have been done with this by now. All she wanted to do was go home, maybe have a nice bath, and not have to breathe the same air as Adam for a little while… She has to get them back on track, even if it was a topic she’d really rather not talk about.
“She’s talking about Hell’s overpopulation.”
“Oooh! Well, that's not a problem, we have that covered. Lute, how many demons did you kill this year?” Adam motions for the silent exorcist to step forward.
“Got a good two seventy-five this year, sir,” comes Lute's curt reply.
“Two seventy-five? Badass! And what about you, Evey? How many did you get?” Adam rests his head on his hands, smirking at Eve whose only response was the dangerous narrowing of her mask's eyes.
“Excuse me,” Charlie interrupts the couple's stare down. “You do realize those are my people you're talking about. Right?”
“Oh yeah…that must suck for you.” Adam doesn’t even try to restrain his laughter.
“But those are souls…human souls. Just the same as the ones you have in Heaven.” Charlie doesn’t catch the way Eve ducks her head, too distracted by Lute’s next words.
“They are not the same. They had their chance and they earned damnation.”
Charlie shakes her head. “You're wrong. Sinners made mistakes, sure, but everyone makes mistakes.”
“Angels don't make mistakes.” Lute's eye lights narrow to slits, voice dropping low.
“You really think that?”
“I know that.”
“Yeah, I've never made a mistake in my fuckin' life.” Adam chimes in. And oh, they did not have the time to go through that list, Eve thinks.
For the first time since the meeting started, Lute moves from her place behind Adam, walking toward the princess with a menacing aura.
“The only reason you're still here is because daddy gave you and your hellborn kind a pardon from an exorcist blade,” She gets behind Charlie, masked face judging her coldly. “How does that feel, to know how little you matter?
“Lute, that’s enough,” Eve mutters and Lute moves back to her place at Adam’s side once he gives her a nod. “We’re running out of time. Can we please just get on with it?”
“Oh fuck! Right!” Charlie jumps into action, eager to finally present her idea. She grabs the pages she brought with her, all but falling in her rush. “Okay I've got a lot to get through and not a lot of time and I feel like you weren't hearing me before so here it goes! Ahem!”
Charlie: I know Hell's population is out of control. ♫
♫ It's a bad situation. ♫
♫ It's taking a toll. ♫
♫ If we rehab these Sinners and cleanse all their souls. ♫
♫ At my Hazbin Hotel—Wait, I'm getting ahead of myself!”
The Angels watch Charlie franticly shift through her stack of papers to find the correct page. Adam and Lute share a judgmental look but Eve straightens up. Despite the literal crayon drawings being waved around and the speed at which she sang, Charlie has managed to grab her attention.
Charlie: Right! Extermination!
♫ I know you guys fly down just to kill once a year. ♫
♫ And it must be annoying to schlep all the way here. ♫
♫ If they join you in Heaven, that trip disappears! ♫
♫ You can wave that chore farewell. ♫
Charlie throws a drawing above them dramatically, a rainbow of all things flying behind it. The princess takes a deep breath, preparing for her final closing argument.
Charlie: It'll be a happy day in—
Adam cuts her off sharply, shoving his hand in her face.
Adam: Let me stop you right there. Save us all precious time. ♫
“Okay...” Charlie deflates a bit. She has a feeling this isn’t about to go her way but she has to try remain positive.
Adam: If what you're suggesting is letting them climb. ♫
♫ Up the ladder, oh, they'd rather cross the Pearly Gates? ♫
“Well, uh—.”
Adam: Sorry, sweetie. But there's no defyin' their fates! ♫
♫ 'Cause Hell is forever, whether you like it or not. ♫
♫ Had their chance to behave better. ♫
♫ Now they boil in the pot. ♫
♫ 'Cause the rules are black and white. ♫
Eve: There's no use in tryin' to fight it. ♫
Adam: They're burnin' for their lives. ♫
♫ Until we kill 'em again! ♫
“Okay, but—,” Charlie tries to interrupt the two, to have her voice heard, but is shut down immediately again and again.
Adam: Just try to chillax, babe. ♫
Eve: You're wasting your breath. ♫
Charlie looks at Eve. Something about her tone sounds off. It wasn’t the same as Adam’s aggressive vocals, which he continued to belt out. She sounded…tired. The princess doesn’t get a chance to think more about that before she is blinded by golden rays. She squints up at Adam, the man now glowing in Holy light.
Adam: And when all's said and done ♫
Lute & Eve: Said and done ♫
Adam: There's the question of fun ♫
Lute & Eve: Fun ♫
Adam: And for those of us with Divine Ordainment, Extermination is entertainment! ♫
♫ Bow-now-now-nownow ♫
♫ Guitar solo, fuck yeah! ♫
Adam flies back down to the table, knocking Charlie to the floor. Eve, who has remained seated until this point, is now dragged into the air with little resistance, falling in place alongside Lute.
Adam: Hell is forever, whether you like it or not. ♫
♫ Had their chance to behave better. ♫
♫ Now they boil in the pot. ♫
Charlie pulls herself up in time to see four golden exorcists crawl out of the walls and stalk towards her, blocking her in on all sides before flying up to join the performance as Adam’s backup dancers.
The short moment of relief Charlie feels upon them leaving is quickly being replaced with growing anger at the group of angels and their smug faces. She likes to think she’s a patient person but she’s starting to think not even a SAINT would have enough patience for this guy. And Eve doesn’t even have the manners to look at me during this dumb song, she seethes to herself.
Adam: Long as I've got your attention, I guess I should probably mention. ♫
♫ That we made the determination. ♫
♫ To move up the next Extermination! ♫
“What?!” Charlie’s eyes widen, anger turning to horror in a heartbeat. That can’t be right, she thinks, there’s no way they could just do that!
Adam proves her wrong, flaunting an official-looking document in the air. All the page says is ‘I do what I want’ but Charlie is in no frame of mind to notice Adam’s attempt at humor. A fucking shame really, he thought it was hysterical.
Adam: Can't wait a whole year to slaughter those little cunts. ♫
♫ I know it's just been a week but we'll be back in six months! ♫
“Um, wait, you-,” Charlie is pushed out of the room, her plan following shortly after in a rain of paper. She throws herself at the door but only manages to catch a sadistic grin before it's slammed in her face. “Ugh, SHIT!”
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Wow that took me longer than I thought it would! I am tragically out of practice when it comes to writing so I hope it was okay.
Also please excuse the inconsistency in Eve's design, I'm experimenting with it a bit.
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Keys in Your Ignition, Part 26
Summary: Thanksgiving
Pairings: Hayden Everett X Reader, The Everett’s
Rating: 🥹🥹🥹
Warnings: language, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 3.5K
Previous
Series Masterlist
A/N: This is the part of the story where Kindly Unspoken really starts to intertwine…so the part with Andy may be confusing.
You sneak a peek over at your sleeping husband. Watching his handsome face all curled up in the pillow. Him being away from you is what woke you up. While it seemed like you and Hayden had got together quickly, and even started your life quickly, you didn’t care. There was no timeline for love, and yours and his was perfect.
The sun slips through the curtain to your bedroom, shining on his arm, and you know that you don’t have long. First morning pee is what you were told. You didn’t want to disappoint him before the festivities started, so you decided you would test without his knowledge. You could deal with your own upset later, but the last thing you ever wanted was to see your Haydes’ pouting face.
Letting the test wait on the counter, you lean against the doorframe still watching him. He was your everything, and you couldn’t wait to have everything part of life be experienced with him. There was a part of you that wanted to give him a pregnancy, because you knew that things were undoubtedly about to get crazy. And in some weird way, you didn’t want to soil the possibility of Jessie having a child with your own pregnancy announcement.
You didn’t know about the child when you and Hayden started trying for a baby, and you wondered if her existence would take away from your own child. You press your hand against your stomach, and turn back into the bathroom. Looking over the test, it was like deja vu. Seeing a positive test before was terrifying though, and this one was terrifying in a different sense.
You wipe away a stray tear, because you wanted this baby. Wanted to make Hayden a dad. Wanted to become a mother, and have another piece of your dream come true. Walking back to the bedroom, you sit on the bed, and boop Hayden on the nose. He groans a bit, his mouth turning up into a smile, and even his arm reaches around you to pull you down, but you slip the test in his hand before he can touch you.
“Doll face,” his eyes open immediately, and he’s a mixture of tears and smiling, “I don’t wanna look.”
“Yeah, you do, daddy.”
“Stop it,” he playfully growls. Sitting up, he looks down at the test and lets it fall on the bed, before he pulls you into him. “I’m gonna be a daddy.”
“You are,” giggling on his neck, you give him the sweetest little tickles all over him.
“And you’re going to be the hottest mom! We’re going to have us the snuggly little baby that’s all cozy and perfect, and beautiful and amazing, just like her mom that I am so proud of you,” lifting up off Hayden’s chest, you sniffle staring down at him. “I am. You’re doing so good in school, and you’re making this house a home. And we get to decorate the little nursery, and give Doodle a baby. He’s going to have his little hooman. The baby is going to be perfect.”
“Haydes, are you scared?”
“No. No,” your lip trembles, and he kisses up at your forehead, “I’m not scared at all. I know why you are.”
“No, you don’t. You could never understand.”
“Hey,” both his hands cup the side of your face, and he waits until you’re looking at him, “Every pregnancy is different. I’m not going anywhere, no matter what happens. I am Hayden, your husband, and you’re stuck with me. For better or worse. You’ve got me, Doll face,” all he was saying was not all that your fears were based around. “We’re happy, yeah?”
“Yeah,” you are. You can’t remember being happier. It seemed every milestone with him just made you even happier.
“So can I shout it? I love waking your boyfriend up by shouting at him,” you nod your head, and his hands move to cover your ears. “Curtis! Doodle Dude! Curt-IS!” Starting to laugh at him, you hear Doodle’s feet shuffle around upstairs, and a loud groan. “Curtis!”
“Shut up! I am coming! Wake the dog up. He bounced on my chest. I can’t get any sleep here. And this is so dumb. I swear you two are children, and…” He opens the bedroom door, and glares at you laying on Hayden’s chest. Your good boy comes bounding in the room, jumping on the bed, and he inches closer to you. “What are you screaming at me for.”
Hayden’s hand reaches over to the discarded test, and lifts it up to him, “Before I go on, cover your ass,” both you and Hayden start laughing, and he pulls a pillow over on your ass. “What does it say?”
“You know what it says,” he slowly walks on your side of the bed, and crawls on. His hands pet on Doodle, who can’t quit staring at you, “You knew, didn’t you boy? Is that why you followed mama around?”
“Mama,” Hayden coos.
“Doll,” Curtis, smiles at you through his tears, “You’re giving me a niece or nephew?”
“I am, uncle Coco,” he pulls Doodle close to him, giving the fluff monster a big hug. “And you know what today is?”
“What?” You look over at Hayden, and give him a kiss to his nose. “What?”
“One year ago today, you saw my ass for the first time.”
“Oh my god!”
“And I still think it’s the cutest ass I’ve ever seen.”
Hayden gives a quick squeeze to the swells of your ass under the pillow, while Curtis looks up at the ceiling. “One year ago today. Who would have thought this girl that used to try and show me her tits.”
“I did not!”
“She would lean over the bar, and always smirk at me. Face it bro, if it wasn’t for me, you’d never met her. Thankfully there was always something that grossed me out about her. I guess it was because I knew those pretty little lips would be…”
You grab the pillow off your ass, and slam it on Curtis’ face who starts laughing hysterically. “Shut up.”
“Have you two kissed?”
“He kissed me.”
“That is a lie! You had the biggest crush on me.”
“No, I didn’t! Haydes, I promise, he kissed me.”
“I feel like I’m missing something.”
Curtis sits up in the bed, and places the pillow back over your butt, “You’re not. It was a moment of weakness. I need you to let your wife know that this little crush had to eventually end, and now look at you.”
“Was there tongue involved.”
“Blech.” “Oh my god!”
“I can live with that then. And now, she’s got me growing inside of her. Always inside of her. I mean, I guess if we’re being fair, she’s had me inside of her for a few weeks. Had to make sure it stuck,” slamming your face down on Hayden’s chest, you try to just go away. They were a pair when they got together.
“That was really gross. I need a palate cleanser. Put on a cartoon or something. Doll, could you please put some shorts or pants on, and watch this with us, so I can get the image of that shit out of my head.”
“You know,” you start climbing off Hayden. Doodle looks over at Curtis before getting up to follow you around, and you find it to be the sweetest thing. He knew there was something different about you. “I know how much you love kids.”
“What’s your point?”
“I’m sure some cute little geeky girl that carries a plethora of items with her wherever she goes,” Curtis looks up at you shocked, “I’m just saying if that girl wants kids, and lets you get into this breeding thing, you’re going to have that poor girl leaking of you as well.”
“What girl? You have a crush? Who is she?”
“Doll! Hayden doesn’t know how to keep his mouth shut! Why would you do this to me?”
“Oh, you like like her, like her! This is adorable. Doll, operation get Curtis and nerdy girl together,” another pillow goes flying at Hayden, but you rub on your belly walking over to them. “My wife is pregnant. Quit with the flying pillows. I just want to know more about this girl. What is her name? Where did you meet? Do you have a chance? What are you waiting for?”
“I’m waiting because she’s in therapy when I see her. She finally says a cute little hey to me. And…I can’t believe you told him, and now he’s doing the whole ‘my wife is pregnant’ bit so I don’t hit him with a pillow.”
“I’m just saying Curtis,” you crawl over Hayden, in between the two. Giving the bed a little tap, Doodle jumps up there, and lays his head in your lap. “I think it’s adorable, and when you find the person that you see a future with, you may want kids. You’d be a good dad. By the way, she owns a bookstore on main.”
“What? You’re just now telling me this?” Curtis crosses his arms over his chest, pouting as he looks at the tv, “I think you need to go buy a new book, and I will accompany you.”
“I think you need to act your age.”
“One year ago, you were sleeping in my little brother’s room, and he got a look at your ass, and now look at you. Married, cuddled up in your bed, and you have a wee little baby in there,” his hand moves to your stomach, giving it a little squeeze, and Hayden sits up to move his hand.
“Nope, this is my belly now,” he lays his head to your stomach, and you jut out your bottom lip, smoothing your hands over his hair, “You stay nice and cozy in mama’s belly, and I will keep her warm. This is my baby and my belly, Curtis. Hands off. Mine.”
“Boys, stop it. Doodle is better behaved than you two. Let’s watch…Moulin Rouge.”
“That is not a cartoon.”
“But it makes me happy, and I am pregnant,” Hayden gasps looking up at you, and you nod. “Yes, I will use that as a way to get you now, Haydes. But I promise to only use my powers for good. Now, lay back down on the baby, and we’ll watch Moulin Rouge and then Oliver and Company, okay? And while we’re at it, Doodle, I think we gotta teach you how to tell Poppy and Nini that you’re going to be a big brother.”
“That’s adorable,” Curtis leans back, to enjoy the movie, and the company. He loved that you and Hayden were sickeningly sweet, and even put up with him. He knew eventually he would move out, and move on, but he liked not being alone. Loved being able to comfort you while Hayden was working, only for him to arrive, and you go into his lap. It was an easy and trusting relationship the three of you had, and he couldn’t get enough of it.
Sailor gets a big smile when you walk in with Hayden, Curtis, and Doodle. Her little hands start clapping, and she reaches up to you. Squealing when you give her kisses all over her face.
“Go on,” Hayden coaxes Doodle in the living room with a basket in his mouth. “Take it to Nini.”
“Thanks buddy,” Tara says, grabbing the basket full of fake leaves. “You want me to put it on the table?” Doodle barks at her, his nose touches on the basket, and Tara looks at it oddly. Tootles gets up and walks over to the largest dog, looking up at the basket. “Son, what does your dog want?”
“He brought you a present, and,” his arm reaches over and clings to you, when Andy walks out of the kitchen, “Doll, Andy Barber is here.”
“I see. Hello, Andy. Glad you got to spend Thanksgiving with us. Tara, Doodle brought you a present. It’s hiding in the leaves.”
Even though she gives you an odd look she sticks her hand in the basket, and Doodle wiggles his whole body. You wrap both arms around Hayden as Tara pulls out two baby shoes, “No,” she pouts looking up at you two. You give her a head nod, and she drops the basket, bolting towards you.
Holding both you and Hayden in her arms, she kisses both of your cheeks, “You’re sure?”
“Well we haven’t gone to the doctor, but there were eight tests,” Howard looks from the floor to the shoes that were in Tara’s hand, and then up at you. “Doll didn’t believe not one of those tests.”
“You’re pregnant?” Steve asks, looking between you and Hayden. You smile, nodding your head, “But eight tests?”
“I needed confirmation.”
“Oh, honey,” Tara leans back to look at you, her hand on your stomach, and you want to laugh and cry, and feel all the things. “You’ve already given us so much, and, oh, there’s a baby in here, and my baby made that baby, and Howard…are you not going to say anything?”
“I think Doll is overwhelmed enough. I’ll get you later though.”
Andy gives you a nod, and you swear Hayden holds even tighter to your body, “Can I talk to you a minute?”
“Yes, you can. Doll face, I’m going to be down here, you go talk to Andy,” you roll your eyes as he sits down, and head towards the back porch, a home away from home.
Grabbing a blanket at the door, you walk outside, and sit on the steps. It seemed like only yesterday that you came out here lost in all your crippling thoughts. Watching your little chipmunks play around, and you tried to envision what life would be like had you grown up here.
“So a baby is on the way?” Andy says, sitting down with you. “You have a good family.”
“I doubt sometimes if I deserve them,” you pull the throw around you tighter, and your eyes never leave the old treehouse. You and Hayden had tried to get up there, but the creaky ladder made the two of you abandon it quickly. “I came out here all the time, and would sit and think. I didn’t have a pretty life.”
“So Curtis had said.”
“What are you wanting to talk about Andy?”
“They found her,” you turn your head to look at him, but now he was the one staring at the treehouse, “I helped Curtis and Jessie build that. Jessie and I go way back. Always friends.”
“Don’t change the subject. You said that they found her, and what are you going to do?”
“She’s happy. Lives on a farm in New Hampshire. I wonder if I’m making a mistake. She doesn't know me.”
“You know, my dad always told me that when Steve’s mother left, and mine died that he wondered what life would be like if Sarah came back. I wondered if she would be like my mother or the old ladies. I get that you are wondering, but don’t you think it’s a disservice to you, Curtis, Hayden, Howard, and Tara if you don’t try? You’re not saying that her foster parents can’t see her or continue to be in her life. You’re trying to get the life that was stolen from you. If my mother was alive, I’d want her to come and find me. She has a family that she deserves to be a part of, and everyone here deserves to be in her life, too.”
“I don’t want to stress you out with all of this. Curtis was right, you remind me of Jessie in ways. She went looking for a life that you were raised in though. But…when Curtis and I go to see here, would you want to come or…I’ve got room at the house, you and Hayden could stay there. I don’t want her to come to my house and feel confused because she’s with a man she’s never met. I feel like I’m going to terrify her. I would like her to have someone that she can trust and could possibly just be a source of comfort, but again, you’re pregnant, I don’t need you stressed because Curtis and Hayden would have my head. I see what he sees in you.”
“Which one?” You laugh. Hayden and Curtis both were your soulmates. Hayden for that deep passionate love. Someone that you wanted to grow old with, laugh with, share your life with. You couldn’t get enough of him. The both of you were obsessed with each other. And Curtis was your best friend. The person that in a way was your guide through life.
“Both of them. But I was talking about Curtis. He loves you, platonically, but it’s a deep and true love. You’ve overcome a lot. You’ve got a lot of respect for you in that house.”
“You have no idea. I don’t ever wanna go back, but I never fully want to forget. I’m thankful for the life I have because of that pain. I think in this family, it’s like we all had this broken road that led us all here together. This weaving of lives in some weird way, and we’ve all been broken by something. And now we’re all this odd family that’s learning to function again. My husband does really love you, and I don’t like keeping the fact he has a niece from him. So if this can all be over soon, that would be great.”
“I promise. It’ll be soon,” he stands up, and lowers a hand down to you, “I think a celebration is in order. And look,” you look towards the door to see Doodle wiggling his tail with those baby shoes in his mouth, “You’re going to make a great mother, Doll. You’re already a good aunt, and I hope that you being an aunt extends to my daughter.”
“Of course it does. She’s Haydes’ niece. I married him, we’re a package deal now, Andy. But currently, I need to feed my baby, and love on my sweet boy. He’s so happy about getting a human, and he doesn’t even know it. I told you I would help you, and I meant it. Hayden would never forgive me if I didn’t help the Andy Barber out,” the laughs follow you inside as you pet Doodle. “Andy, you’re gonna be fine. She’ll thank you for trying as hard as you have, too.”
Walking into the living room, Hayden narrows his eyes at your belly. You smooth your hand over it, before getting into his lap, and patting a leg for Doodle to join you. Hayden slips a hand under Doodle’s head to press up against your belly, and you lean up against him. This was never going to get old, seeing him excited, and openly excited to become a parent with you. Hayden’s hand, and Doodle’s head was never far away from your belly, and it made your heart swell with pride and love knowing that this little baby was going to have the most loving family ever.
There was no way of knowing when you had gotten pregnant yet, but you did have a gut feeling. It was like you could feel yours and Hayden’s essence join together to become one. A warm cozy feeling had run through your body while you stared up at him. And if that was the case, you were further along than you had thought. “Haydes’ next year we’re gonna have us a little turkey in our arms.”
“Oh!” He looks down at you, squeezing your belly under his fingers. “We’re gonna have a little turkey in our arms. Sailor is going to have a cousin.”
“Babe! Mememememe!”
“Yep, Memememe has a baby in her belly, Say. Wanna see?”
“Nope,” she answers matter of fact, crawling over to her bag of toys.
“That hurts. Say, you’re gonna have a cousin next year.”
“Nope.”
“Doll, she hurt my feelings. Our baby is gonna be perfect, right?”
“How could they not be?” Tara gives the two of you a smile, turning to look away when he kisses you. Her eyes drift over to the last family photo they had with Jessie. Wishing that things would be different. While Tara loved you, holidays without her daughter were hard. Never getting to say goodbye was even harder. She knew it was crazy, but she wished that there was a part of Jessie that was left behind. Having Andy here helped a bit. It was like she was getting years back. And only time would tell what would happen now that Andy was back.
But her home felt full and whole. Her kids were here, she had a few that she now called her own, dogs in the house, a baby and one on the way, and Curtis and Andy bonding. It was what she always wanted, and with the prospect of more to come, it felt good being in the Everett household this Thanksgiving, and she was going to cherish every second of it.
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Sins & Amends Chapter 55
Billy Russo x Female Reader (60 part story)
This follows pre- the punisher into the storyline of daredevil, punisher season 1 and beyond
This is NOT Canon Billy. This is decent human being Billy left with bad options over worse decisions
This was also posted to A03 under: WaywardGaPeach. That account and this one is the only place you'll see me post this. If you see it on any other platform/account know it's not me.
Chapter Summary/Warnings: Billy comes home with you and Adi
"Thanks for doing this Frank" you told him as the two of you walked down the line of cars at the dealership Curtis had recommended. Adi was with Sarah for a few hours so Karen could head in to work long enough to drop off her assignments. Curtis had volunteered to stay at the hospital with Billy so you could go home and grab clean clothes and a shower then head car shopping with Frank.
"Hey Y/N what about this one?" You glanced up to see Frank was standing next to a dark grey fusion. It was four door which was what you needed with Adi and according to the paperwork it got pretty good gas mileage and it was a decent price.
"I bet I can get it down further" he said with a wink as the salesman spotted the two of you and headed over.
"How are we supposed to explain going shopping for a car and you ending up buying a truck Frank?" You asked with a laugh as the two of you walked down the hall of the hospital together. He shrugged "me and Karen need another vehicle. It's got four doors too so Adi's carseat will fit fine plus we now have three cars, a van and a truck amongst our weird ass little group so we're all covered"
You shook your head at his logic. Once the two of you had finished up at the dealership you'd made a stop by an insurance company and a store to check on car seats for Adi since officially the only one you had was the one Sarah kept. Now both your fusion and Frank's F250 had pink car seats in them that would transition with Adi up until she no longer needed one.
Karen had called when she got off work to let you know she was headed to the hospital because apparently once Adi figured out it was getting closer to the afternoon she'd put together that Billy could only have visitors until a certain time. Sarah had picked Karen up from the bulletin then dropped the two of them off with Billy and Curtis.
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The closer you got to Billy's room the clearer you could hear Adi's voice telling all of them a story. You stopped Frank with a hand on his arm and held one finger up to your lips with a smile. "I don't remember what happened next but I know in the fight the princess helped save the prince"
A crooked smile slipped onto Frank's face when he heard her talking about the latest movie she'd watched with him and Karen. "Kind of like how your mommy is always saving me?" Billy asked and Frank winked at you before the two of you stepped into the room and he added "and how aunt Karen likes pulling uncle Frank out of stuff."
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Adi was sitting cross legged near Billy's feet with Coco tucked under her arm. Billy was sitting up and from the looks of it had gotten into the shower and changed into the t-shirt and sweatpants Curt had bought him. They both smiled when they spotted you "Mommy! Did you get a car?" Adi asked and you cut your eyes at Frank before saying "Actually baby mommy got a car and uncle Frank got a truck!"
Karen leaned up from where she was sitting next to Billy's bed and Curtis laughed from his window seat when she said "Frank you got what?" Frank started going into specifics about the truck they now owned so you clicked onto your phone to show Billy and Adi your car.
"Did you have enough?" Billy asked and you nodded "Paid the car off and insurance for the next few months and had enough left to get Adi a car seat that will grow with her. Frank got one too"
"Hear that babygirl? You got two new cars" Billy told Adi with a grin then glanced up at you "Mommy do you want to tell her what we talked about last night?"
You realized everyone's attention had turned to you and Billy so you glanced around at Frank, Karen and Curtis before turning your full attention to Adi "Babygirl how would you feel about daddy moving in with us permanently?"
"I say it's about damn time" Frank grumbled before Adi could answer which caused Karen to stifle a laugh. "You are?" Adi asked with wide eyes and Billy nodded "If it's ok with you"
Adi slung herself at Billy careful not to hit his stomach as she hugged him "I'll take that as a yes?" He asked grinning at you over her head before she said "Don't be silly daddy."
The day Billy was finally released from the hospital it felt a little surreal. Curtis and Frank had already moved what belongings he had from his apartment to yours. You'd cleared out closet space and dresser space so his clothes were put away and what photos he'd had you added to the wall in your living room.
You stood in the corner of his room listening while Doctor Morales went over his after care instructions once again then glanced over at you "I'm sure your fiancee can handle it Mr Russo"
Billy raised an eyebrow at you like he had every time someone had referred to you as his fiancee "I'm sure she can doc" you smiled when Doctor Morales told Billy the nurse would be in soon with the paperwork for him to sign then left out.
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Once the two of you were alone Billy held out his arms so you walked to him gently wrapping your arms around his waist taking care not to hit his bandages "Fiancee huh?" You hid your face in his neck and mumbled "In my defense Frank said it first. I just let them continue with it"
You felt him kiss the top of your head before he said "I like it sweetheart. Gives me something to work for when it's finally official" you leaned back and looked up at him.
For a second you simply stared at him, losing yourself in those dark eyes you'd loved for years. Every scar that ran across his face had become so familiar to you, the way the one on his cheek moved when he smiled. You loved him more now than you had way back when you first fell for him. You'd been through hell and had still managed to find your way back to each other "Billy you know I don't need a ring or even a big ceremony. I'd marry you today if you wanted"
He smiled that same smile that had made you weak from the day you met him "I know Y/N but you deserve a ring, a dress, a ceremony. It is a miracle that you still love me. You gave me a beautiful daughter and have drug me out the worse parts of hell. You're gonna get a special day and a ring. That's the least I can give you" you shook your head because you knew arguing with him about it wouldn't do any good.
The nurse walked in and smiled when she saw the two of you standing together "Well Mr Russo are you ready to get home with your beautiful fiancee to that sweet little girl of yours?"
He looked down at you then said "Yes ma'am. More than ready"
You walked in first so you could catch Adi mid-air before she launched herself at Billy. "remember little bit your daddy's gonna be sore for a while" Frank cautioned with a laugh as she wiggled free from your arms and nodded "I remember uncle Frank"
Karen popped her head around the corner wiping her hands on a kitchen towel "Foods ready so you two have perfect timing"
Billy walked in behind you and glanced around nodding to Frank and giving a smile to Karen "How ya feeling Bill?" Frank asked while Billy was watching you pick up Adi and spin around with her on your hip "A lot better just to be home with our girls Frankie"
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After Karen and Frank left you were drying the dishes they'd washed and putting them away when Adi came running back in the kitchen with her mermaid pajamas on. "Mommy can I sleep in the bed with you and daddy?"
You glanced back at Billy who nodded then said "sure baby but you just have to be careful ot daddy's tummy ok?" "Ok mommy" she ran off playing some game and you turned back to the cabinets right before you felt Billy's hands slide around your waist "This doesn't seem real"
You turned your head slightly to be able to look at him and knew the concern was plain in your eyes because he smiled "Don't worry love not a TBI thing just a grateful thing" you smiled and leaned closer to press a quick kiss to his lips "I love you Billy. You belong here with me and our daughter"
About the time you got daughter out your mouth Adi was coming back around the corner dragging her blanket behind her with coco tucked under her arm "Daddy will you come tell me a story?" "Of course babygirl. Mommy you coming?" You motioned to the few plates left "As soon as these are put away so save me a spot" he kissed your cheek then pulled away to hold a hand out to Adi.
You watched the two of them disappear into your bedroom with a smile on your face.
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After you got through in the kitchen you did a check for any toys left out in the floor and double checked the locks on the door before walking into the bedroom. Billy held a finger up to his lips when you walked in and you smiled to see Adi curled up next to him with a pillow tucked firmly against his stomach.
You glanced at the pillow and he smiled then whispered "So she wouldn't hit my tummy" you leaned across his chest to press a kiss to her forehead then said "She's happy you're here"
He eased out from next to her slipping another pillow in his place then stood next to the bed staring at you for a second before he scratched the back of his neck "Are you gonna grab a shower?" You nodded and motioned to his bandages "I need to cover that with the plastic they gave us if you plan to take one after me"
A smile ghosted across his face "I took one at the hospital before I left so I may wait until morning. You can change the dressing at the same time"
You turned to grab clothes to change into then remembered you hadn't shown him where his clothes were "Oh yeah the first two drawers in this dresser has your t-shirts, boxers and socks. Third has some jeans and sweatpants. Everything else is hanging in the closet"
"Thank you Y/N" you stopped with your hand on a pair of sleep shorts then turned back to look at him "For telling you where your clothes are?" He shook his head and motioned around the room "No for letting me back in" you scoffed "Yeah and it only took you nearly dying because of me"
You started to walk past him into the bathroom but he grabbed your arm. "Don't do that to yourself" you glanced over at the bed where Adi was fast asleep then tilted your head towards the bathroom "Walk in here if you wanna keep talking. Let's not wake her up" he held onto your arm gently as he followed you in.
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Once the two of you were in the bathroom you laid your clothes on the sink then turned to face him before he could even try to speak "I'm sorry for brushing you off like that but no matter how happy I am that you're here which I hope you know I am soo happy..I still close my eyes and see you bleeding out in front of me..Its gonna take more than five days to get over that Billy"
He stepped closer to you and when you didn't move away he pulled you into his arms. You moved a little to the side to not hurt him then leaned your head over on his chest "Listen to me Y/N. If I would've died at least my last act would've been protecting you. I've done a lot of things you should've never forgave me for yet you still love me so forgive yourself for what some junkie did ok?" You nodded then barely spoke when you said "Ok"
He pulled back then smiled "Now can I kiss you?" "Of course" you replied meeting him halfway. You sighed contentedly when your lips met and pulled him as close to you as you could without hurting him.
When he stepped back breaking the kiss he licked his lips and stared down at you, his eyes darker than usual "How long until I'm cleared for physical activities?" You smiled innocently "A few weeks why?" He ran a hand over his face then pointed to the door "I'm gonna go back out there before you take your clothes off and I have a hard time remembering not to rip my stitches"
You couldn't help but laugh which caused him to give you a playful glare "I love you Billy" you offered trying to stow your laughter. He let out a small laugh himself a broad smile slipping onto his face "I love you too Y/N"
You were used to waking up with Adi in bed with you from times she'd have a nightmare or when you would have a nightmare and not be able to fall back asleep without her being close.
Waking up with her fast asleep between you and Billy you nearly felt the need to pinch yourself. Bless your babygirl she must have moved the pillow with her throughout the night because she was using coco to lay her head on and her pillow and frozen blanket had formed a barrier between Billy's stomach and her but her little head was still laying on his left arm that was stretched across the pillows at the head of the bed.
You lost count of how long you laid there watching them sleep before Billy opened one eye and smiled when he saw you "Thank god it wasn't a dream" you hid your face in your pillow to hide the huge smile on your face then finally said "No you're really here. I'm gonna start coffee and breakfast. When sleeping beauty wakes up feel free to come and join me"
"Can I have a good morning kiss?" He asked after you climbed out the bed so you walked around to his side so you wouldn't disturb Adi and leaned down to kiss the scar on his right cheek "Really the cheek?" He almost seemed actually offended when you laughed and ran a finger over your bottom lip "Morning breath baby. Don't want to run you off after all" "No way that could ever happen" he replied before laying his head back over to wait for Adi to wake up.
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You had just poured Adi a glass of orange juice when she came walking out the room with her hair sticking up in ten different directions, rubbing her eyes. "Good morning babygirl" you said and she smiled at you "morning mommy"
Billy walked out right behind her and smiled "She wakes up like you do. Little growls and groans but still beautiful" you shook your head but couldn't hide the smile when you turned to follow Adi so you could help her up into her booster seat then looked back over at Billy "Coffee is made. I made a few extra pancakes when I made Adi's or there's cereal or bagels"
He nodded and seemed to break out of whatever trance he'd been in watching you and Adi then said "Coffee and pancakes sound good to me" and winked at Adi as he took a seat next to her.
Billy's head was still spinning around. Waking up with Adi's head on his arm and you laying close enough to touch had been like a dream. He'd been afraid for a moment it was until you smiled at him when he opened his eyes.
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He helped you clean up after breakfast then grabbed a shower and was now watching Adi run around the living room engrossed in some game she'd made up with her stuffed animals while he waited for you to redress his stomach.
You were standing at the counter with your first aid kit open. The damn thing was bigger than some people's overnight bags but he was just happy you didn't insist on diving into your med bag. "C'mere" you called waving him over so he stood in front of you leaned back against the counter.
You raised an eyebrow and touched his t-shirt "This has to come back off baby" he smirked and raised his arms "Be my guess. It was a bitch getting on alone so you gotta take it off" you shook your head but when he felt your hands slide under his shirt and gently touch his side he had to swallow hard and remind himself that your daughter was in the next room and he was still injured.
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It had been too long since he felt your touch and he'd be lying if he said it didn't make so many memories run through his mind but he pushed them down as you stood on your tip toes to pull the shirt over his head then laid it on the counter beside you "Let's see what we have here"
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Billy had left the waterproof covering you'd put on his wound even when he'd pulled his shirt on so you gently peeled it away then went to work cleaning the wound then started redressing it.
The doctors had done an amazing job on him and you were glad to see there was no leakage or anything around the area. You were also glad to have the distraction of the medicinal side of what you were doing because this was the first time you'd touched his bare skin since Adi had been conceived and a part of you wanted nothing more than to leave a kiss on the smooth expanse of his chest.
As if on cue Adi came running in and stood watching wide eyed while you finished what you were doing then moved to grab Billy's shirt. You helped him get his arms in then cut your eyes at her "What ya doing babygirl?" She grinned "watchin you help daddy"
Billy smiled and pulled his shirt down over his stomach "Well since mommy's done why don't you pick a movie and I'll come join you on the couch?" She giggled and ran off.You watched her for a second before asking "Are you sure you feel like wrangling her? I've got to go in for a few hours. I'd get Alice to do the paperwork and all but I'm p.i.c."
He stepped up behind you and slid his arms around your waist "We'll be fine. I can always call if I need you. I have Sarah's and Karen's numbers too" you nodded and felt his lips brush against your neck which caused a slight trail of goosebumps to pop up on your skin.
"I love you Y/N" you turned around to face him and smiled "I love you too Billy" then leaned up to press a quick kiss to his lips. When his hands went to your hips to try to pull you closer you broke away and shook your head "Nope. I've gotta go, you've got frozen to watch and besides you're hurt"
He laughed and pulled you back for another quick kiss then whispered into your ear "I'll heal up eventually" then pressed a kiss to your cheek before heading to the couch where Adi was waiting. You shook your head then quickly went to gather what you'd need for the day. When you walked back into the living room Adi was curled against his side watching the movie like it was the first time.
You grabbed the remote and paused it then squatted in front of her "Give me some love babygirl. I'll be back in a while. Watch over daddy for me" she gave you a hug then a kiss on the cheek "I will mommy. love you" "Love you too baby" you clicked play once she was sitting back down then leaned over to kiss Billy on the cheek "See you in a few hours. I love you and don't overdue it.. You're weeks out from being healed"
He grinned and said "I won't! And I love you too. Now go. We're good here"
You glanced back at the two of them when you stopped to grab your car keys and smiled. The two loves of your life. How lucky could a woman get?
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Hi! I came across your stories a few days ago and enjoy them! I especially love the Otto Octavius x Norman Osborn x gender neutral reader stories along the villain roommates stories! Could you do a story where it’s the reader’s birthday and Otto and Norman get the other villains to help them put together a surprise party? A very lots of fluff kind of story! Thank you!!🥺♥️♥️
i'm so sorry for this being so late and i'm sorry if this isn't what you wanted. i've been so burnt out recently but i just wanted to do this for y'all. i hope you enjoy!
summary: the sinister five have a little surprise party for y/n
sinister five x gn!reader
warnings: one curse word
word count: 709
Everyone except Y/N: *sitting in living room*
Norman: okay everyone today is Y/N’s birthday so you know we have to make it extra special
Otto: i’ve already ordered an ice cream cake
Peter: wait do they know we’re planning this?
Norman: no think of it as a surprise
Max: i already got the decorations
Otto: good, good now Peter be a dear and take Y/N out of the apartment for the next couple of hours. We’re going to put on a big show for them
Peter: *little puppy face* but i want to help!
Flint: you’re helping by taking them out
Peter: fine but you owe me big time *stomps over to your room and knocks on the door*
Y/N: hey pete!
Peter: hi y/n…let’s go out
Y/N: *a little hurt that he didn’t say happy birthday* oh well okay
Peter and Y/N: *go into the living room and see all of the sinister five standing in an awkward way*
Peter: *mouths act normal*
Y/N: …why are you- you know what nevermind
Curt: where are you off to?
Y/N: i don’t know peter just wanted to go out so i’ll probably drive to a restaurant or something
Curt: *cheeks turn red* okay
Y/N: *suspicious glance* okay.
Peter: *awkwardly laughs* c’mon y/n let’s just go
Y/N: *gives sinister five one last suspicious look and leaves with peter*
Otto: you couldn’t have been any less obvious, Curt!
Curt: *annoyed* well when they look at you they look so intense so obviously i’m going to get nervous
Norman: shut up, now they probably know!
*cue everyone bickering except for flint*
Flint: EVERYONE SHUT UP! You’re all idiots…now let’s get preparing because we want to do the best for y/n
Everyone else: *grumbling*
Max: *starts blowing up the balloons*
Flint and Curt: *start hanging up decorations*
Norman: *makes card*
*Doorbell rings*
Otto: oh that must be the cake!
Otto: *gets the cake and puts it on the counter* dammit they forgot to write their name!
Norman: let’s just write it i think we have frosting somewhere
Max: then you’re gonna mess up the cake!
Norman: *crosses arms* who says i’m gonna mess it up
Max: i am that’s why i said it
Curt: max stop acting like you’ll do a better job
Otto: i know you’re not talking when you’d probably ruin the cake with a lizard!
*cue more arguing*
Flint: I’ll write it since you’re all being big babies *gets icing pen and writes your name in fancy font*
Otto: there we go.
Max: holy moly it’s been two hours
Norman: well what do you expect we’ve been fighting for a while
Everyone: *hears the door*
Otto: oh shoot they’re back!
Norman: *turns off the lights* quick hide
Y/N: why is it so dark?
Peter: you ask me these people that live with us are weird
Everyone: SURPRISE HAPPY BIRTHDAY Y/N!
Y/N: *all happy*
Peter: *hugs them*
Y/N: thank you guys I really thought you all forgot!
Max: well you thought WRONG
Y/N: woah take it easy there goddamn-
Everyone: *hugs you*
Otto: we got you a cake
Norman: and a card
Y/N: why aren’t you just the sweetest villains i’ve ever met!
Peter:*protests* what about me I had to distract them!
Y/N: and my little bug boy
Everyone: *blushes* come let’s get you to your cake
Everyone: *carries Y/N in front of the cake then start singing very VERY offkey*
Y/N: *sarcastically* aww you guys are so amazing at singing!
Everyone: *stops singing and glares*
Y/N: *blows a kiss* continue the song
Flint: after that dig really?
Y/N: it’s my birthday you have to now finish it off
Everyone: *speedily* happy birthday dear y/n happy bday to you i guess…
Y/N: YAY! Thank you guys so much you’re all so sweet for this i love you guys so much
*cue the big group hug and everyone all smiley*
Peter: wait y/n go in front of the cake and blow out your candles!
Y/N: *blows* okay i wish for-
Max: *smashes their face into the cake*
Everyone: *laughs*
Y/N: fuck you, max.
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can i request a best friend haechan with a corruption kink?? i love your work 🥺❤️
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this is so cliché and i love it
hyuck has been your best friend since you were nine. his toothy grin and curly hair practically sold you as he tugged you along for his wild adventures.
you both never strayed far from one another, even as you grew older and met new people.
you shared everything with hyuck except for one thing — your sex life. well, the lack of it actually.
you lost your virginity to lee jeno when you were seventeen, and it was probably one of the worst experiences of your life. it wasn’t jeno’s fault since he didn’t exactly know what he was doing either, but the lack of foreplay really brought you nothing but pain. he apologized after when he realized how uncomfortable you were, but the deed was already done.
hyuck’s had a few girlfriends here and there but nobody really stuck around. you knew he was sexually experienced though from the way other girls would talk about him. let’s just say you’ve heard your best friend is above average in size.
however, hyuck has never asked you about any of your sexual encounters the same way you haven’t confronted him about his. it’s the only thing you two don’t share — that is, until you get wasted on your birthday.
“donghyuckie,” you whine, leaning on him. he laughs and wraps an arm around your waist to keep you steady.
“how much have you had to drink?” he asks with an amused expression. you’ve interrupted a conversation with him and jeno. oddly enough, you and jeno don’t speak of the night you lost your virginities to each other. it would just make everything awkward, and you assume he hasn’t told hyuck either.
“jaemin’s trying to kiss me,” you mumble, not answering his question.
“jaemin tries to kiss everybody,” jeno chuckles.
you just sigh. “i need to get laid.”
hyuck’s eyebrows shoot up. “excuse me?”
“i’ve only been laid once, hyuck! and jeno was really bad!”
jeno’s face turns beet red and hyuck’s eyes darken.
“what did you just say?”
you don’t get to clarify before you’re being pulled away by renjun, who is insisting you open his birthday gift because he worked really hard on it. after you leave, hyuck turns to jeno with pure anger radiating off of him.
jeno gulps.
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you don’t remember most of the events from your party other than the fact that you got completely trashed. hyuck is there to help you with your hangover and he doesn’t say anything when you keep complaining.
“my head hurts! why did you make me drink so much last night?”
“i didn’t make you do anything.”
you notice he’s a little more tense and curt with you today, but you don’t comment on it. he’s probably just hungover too.
it isn’t until a few days later when you realize how weird hyuck’s been acting. he hasn’t been hanging out with you often and when he does, he gets really frustrated and leaves. he keeps asking you weird questions like “you tell me everything, right?” and “what do you think about jeno?”
the whole situation’s really odd, and you approach jeno since he seems to be receiving the cold shoulder from hyuck too.
“do you know what’s wrong with hyuck? he’s been acting so weird lately.”
jeno frowns. “y/n, do you not remember what you said at your party?”
you mirror his expression. “no. what did i say?”
“fuck,” he sighs, running a hand through his hair in exasperation. “you told hyuck we slept together.”
“i did what?” you hiss loudly, causing jeno to smile politely at anyone who heard the commotion. “no, no, no. no way! i did not do that!”
“yes you did! you even told everyone i was really bad!”
“i mean, you were.”
you both sigh and you pinch the bridge of your nose. “why would hyuck care if we slept together anyways?” you ask him, and jeno rolls his eyes.
“just as clueless as ever.”
“hey!”
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hyuck can’t stop thinking about you. this is bad. really bad.
he almost killed jeno that night for even touching you. jeno insisted that you two only slept together once and that it was a one time thing. hyuck was still troubled by the idea, and he couldn’t really fall asleep.
he kept thinking about you underneath jeno, moaning and crying for him to fuck you. and as days passed, he imagined it was him instead of jeno. pounding into you, coaxing you to your climax and whispering sweet things in your ear — hyuck wanted it to be him.
fuck jeno.
you’re super inexperienced and hyuck knows it. you get embarrassed whenever a sex scene comes on in a movie and you always grow uncomfortable whenever a random person compliments you. you also confirmed it yourself at your birthday party by saying jeno’s been the only guy who’s fucked you.
fuck jeno.
hyuck can fuck you way better. he wants to ruin you. he wants to make sure you forget everything about jeno — he wants to ram his cock into you until you’re begging for more. he wants to be your actual first, not a placeholder that jeno supposedly is.
fuck jeno.
he can make you feel good. he can show you what a nice fuck is supposed to be like. before he knows it, his hand is pumping up and down his hard cock as he imagines pounding into you. he wants to see you so pliant and submissive underneath him, begging him to fuck you harder and show you how you’re supposed to be fucked-
he groans when there’s a knock at the door.
he angrily pulls on a pair of sweatpants and swings the front door open before he can check on who it is. you stand behind it, a clear frown on your face.
his cock twitches at the sight of you.
“you asshole! why aren’t you answering any of my calls?”
“i didn’t see them,” he grumbles as you storm inside. he closes the door behind you, watching as you observe him.
“i’m sorry for what i said at the party the other day. jeno told me about it.”
so now you’re talking to jeno again. that’s just wonderful.
“it’s fine, y/n. don’t worry about it,” he sighs, moving past you.
you quickly stand in front of him to stop his movements. “i know it’s not fine! you’re clearly upset. i’m sorry i fucked your friend, okay? it was a one time thing. i haven’t even thought about jeno in that way since we did it.”
“y/n, it’s not even that!” he yells and you grow confused. “fuck. why didn’t you come to me when you needed to do that stuff?”
you blink. this was not what you expected him to say.
“what are you talking about?”
hyuck takes a step closer to you and you inhale. “why didn’t you let me show you how it is to get fucked, baby? why did you go to him? you know i could’ve made you feel better.”
you stutter. “u-um, h-hyuck this isn’t-“
“has anyone touched you since then?” he runs his fingers down your arm and you get goosebumps from his touch. “have you touched yourself?”
“i-i don’t really l-like doing that,” you murmur, avoiding his heavy gaze.
“you don’t put your fingers inside your pretty little pussy, baby?” he murmurs, forehead pressing against yours.
“h-hyuck, don’t say things like that!”
“tell me to stop then.”
there’s a beat of silence.
he growls, wrapping his arms around you and pressing your body against his. you squeak. “yeah? you wanna be fucked good, don’t you? wanna bounce on my cock until you’re full?” you whimper and hyuck goes rabid at the noise. he presses his mouth to yours and you reciprocate, not even thinking twice that you’re kissing your best friend. you moan into his mouth when his hands trail down to the curve of your ass.
“i’m gonna fuck you so good, baby,” he whispers against your mouth. “you’ll only think about me from now on.”
he grinds his cock onto you and your eyes widen at the feeling.
“see? see how hard you make me, baby? you’re gonna be filled to the brim with my cock.”
“please, hyuck,” you whine, clutching onto him.
“want me?”
“y-yes.”
he guides you to his bedroom and throws you on the bed. you stare up at him with innocent, doe eyes and hyuck is convinced he’s going fucking insane.
“you don’t know what you do to me, y/n. fuck.”
he shimmies your jeans down your legs and you wish you had worn a sexier pair of panties. hyuck doesn’t seem to mind, taking a lick up your clothed slit. you twitch at the feeling and he smiles up at you.
“so sensitive,” he remarks, pulling your underwear down. you feel bashful when you’re fully on display for him, especially since hyuck is looking at your pussy like it’s the eighth wonder of the world.
“hyuck,” you whine, squirming in your spot.
“sorry, baby,” he chuckles. “your pussy’s so pretty.”
you ignore his compliment, feeling embarrassed by the position you’re currently in. hyuck dives into you, licking and sucking at your folds. your back arches and you cry out, a new sensation filling your body. he holds you down with his arms, pinning you to the bed.
he slides a finger into you and you moan, gripping a fistful of his hair. he groans when you tug at his locks. when he enters a second finger inside your pussy and takes your clit into his mouth, the cord in you snaps. you unravel on his fingers and tongue, moaning his name as you cum.
it’s a blinding experience, something jeno never gave you. you whisper hyuck’s name as you ride out the waves of your orgasm.
when you come to, hyuck is kissing your neck. “good orgasm, baby? was it your first one?” you nod, head spinning a little. he smirks against your skin. “that’s right. i’m officially your first.”
he sits up and takes off his sweatpants, letting his cock spring up. your eyes widen at the sight of him. all those girls were right — hyuck was massive. you didn’t even know if he could fit inside of you.
“i don’t think you can fit inside me, hyuck.”
he chuckles lowly. “your pretty pussy was made for me to fuck, baby. i’ll make it fit,” he says confidently, pumping his cock up and down slowly. you watch as precum leaks from the tip. “wanna have a taste?”
“i-i don’t know how.”
he groans, fisting over his cock faster. “i’ll show you, baby. sit up for me.” you follow his orders, falling on your knees and gazing up at him. “good girl.”
you eye his cock and he motions for you to follow the same movements as him. you place your hand on his cock as he instructs, moving it up and down. your hand looks so small on his thick cock and you watch in amazement as more precum falls. you lean forward and take the tip of your mouth, surprising hyuck as he jolts. he shoves his cock deeper into your throat and you gag a little.
his hands fly to the back of your head as he slowly fucks your mouth.
“such a good girl,” he grunts. “suck my cock so well.”
you close your eyes as you take more of him in, saliva starting to drip down the sides of your mouth. you think you’re doing well since hyuck’s making all kinds of noises, going crazy at the sight of you blowing him.
he thrusts into you a few more times before pulling out, groaning when he does.
“i have to fuck you now, baby. have a big load of cum for you.”
you whimper. “but i wanted to taste it.”
he growls, shoving you back down on the bed. “i’ll let you taste it later. i need to fuck you now.”
he pumps himself a few more times before lining his cock to your entrance. he looks up at you one more time.
“you sure?”
this time, he’s not just speaking as a horny teenage boy, but as your best friend. he’s giving you a way out, but you don’t want it. you want to feel his cock in your tummy.
“yes, yes. take me, hyuck, please.”
and that’s all the confirmation he needs. he plunged into you and you wail. you haven’t been stretched like this since jeno, and hyuck is way bigger than him. you can feel the burn in your throat and you sob.
“i’m right here, baby,” he assures you, lacing his fingers through yours. “right here for you.”
the pain quickly subsides into pleasure and you try to roll your hips down on his cock. he grunts and starts picking up his pace, ramming into you.
“wanted this for so fucking long,” he confesses, biting down on his lower lip as he thrusts into you. “feel your pretty pussy clenching around my cock, baby. now you’ll only think about me, won’t you? think about how my fat cock stretches you out? how i ate your small pussy until you fell apart?”
“only think about you, only think about you,” you blubber, mind blank. you’re only thinking about how he’s pounding into you, turning your brain into complete mush.
he chuckles as he watches you envelop yourself into mind numbing pleasure. he takes pride in knowing he’s the only one who can do this to you.
“i knew you were a dirty girl,” he laughs sinisterly. he hoists your legs on his shoulders so he can fuck you at a deeper angle. you practically sob at how hard he’s fucking you. “begging to be fucked. how’s it feel? you like how my cock sinks into you? like how deep i am inside your tight pussy?”
“l-love it, h-hyuck,” you whimper. your eyes roll back at how deep he feels inside you.
you reach your second climax in no time and he groans, hips moving at a rapid pace. you feel like jelly underneath him as you let him use you any way he wants.
he shoots his load deep inside you, moaning at how much he has to give you. you feel warm and filled to the brim with his cum.
he leans down to press a gentle kiss to your lips.
“good for your second time?”
“you’re my first, as far as i’m concerned.”
he smiles in victory.
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Be My Last - Iwaizumi x Reader (Pt. 5)
Summary: You have trouble getting over a past relationship and it’s preventing you from moving forward. (~1.6 words)
Warnings: angst, mention of kid and implied marriage.
A/N: We’re at the end here! I hope you’re okay with the way this ended, and if not... *shrug* LOLLLL, we can talk about it. Thanks for reading up to now!! <333 See you in my next fic!!
Part 1|| Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5
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Iwaizumi returned late that evening to realize that you were nowhere to be found.
It shouldn’t have been this alarming for him to not see you hanging upside down off the edge of the couch watching tv, futzing around in the kitchen, maybe staring out off the small balcony or snuggled up under the covers.
But you were absent, and on top of everything, the sight of a dark home proved to be too much for him to handle. Moreover, the home hadn’t always really been his, had it? It was yours and Ushijima’s far before he’d even come into the picture.
He had just been filling a space, just as he’d promised you.
He checked his phone only to be further defeated by the lack of a text message to let him know you were going out. You always let him know.
Iwaizumi turned on his heels and went back to his car. The roads were clearer now and he needed to drive. He needed to go, somewhere. It didn’t matter where to.
Years pass.
“Hot cocoa, please!”
Your daughter collapsed in your arms as she made this request, having run in your direction from the opposite side of the sitting room. She grinned widely, her brownish-green eyes seeming to sparkle despite the low light of the room. She is truly the happiest child, you thought for a moment, smiling as you mussed her hair affectionately.
“Okay, baby, we can get some,” you agreed, pulling her close for a kiss on the forehead, because how could you say no to that pure joy on her face?
“Did you have fun with your new friends?” You asked, rising.
You’d been watching her for a while now, seated in an overstuffed armchair by a roaring fire, thankful to be insulated from the frigid winter weather (turned out the cold of Eastern Europe was an entirely different type of cold than you were used to). It was a pleasure to see her discharge energy, bouncing around the other little kids at the ski lodge resort you’d been residing at since this past weekend.
She nodded. “That’s why I’m gonna drink it really fast so we can play some more!”
You chuckled, and held her little hand tightly. At least someone was having fun.
You on the other hand had decided you hated skiing with a passion six hours into the vacation after spilling spectacularly more than enough times on one of the beginner slopes. Not wanting to ruin your husband’s fun, you’d convinced him to let you stay behind with your four-year-old so that she could socialize, you could have a break, and he could try one of the more exciting slopes.
Everyone won.
Well, sorta. He’d pouted as he set out on his own, and now you felt a little bad. Maybe you’d try again the next morning for him after you left your little one at a kids’ event.
“Is Daddy coming back soon?”
Your little princess’ legs swung excitedly as she sipped her hot cocoa with far too many marshmallows, just after you’d blown at it a little to make sure she didn’t burn herself.
“Daddy will join us soon,” you assured her, your own hands warm with a cup of tea.
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“I’m sorry.”
Before you is a glass of water with too much lemon. You’re seated at a diner, the very diner where you’d first confessed your feelings for him, and he’s speaking to you but you barely hear him - all you hear is the rushing of blood in your temples.
Why now? What do you do with sorry after all this time?
Wakatoshi sees your expression and cracks a weary smile.
“I shouldn’t say that, should I? It’s too little, too late.”
He’s right but you don’t answer.
It’s weird to see him after all these years, seated just across from you as though you were on a date as usual. You can imagine a heaping stack of pancakes between you, covered in too much fruit and too much syrup and him chastising you before you force a berry into his mouth. You can imagine laughter. You can imagine gentle touches, kisses, hugs. You can imagine the words ‘I love you.’
Is that what he’s sorry for?
“To-... Wakatoshi, why did you message me?” You don’t mean to sound curt, but if you speak longer you feel as though your voice will give out.
He winces almost imperceptibly at the use of his full name. But he’s always been steadier than you, emotion-wise. At least you think so.
“I wish it had been different.”
“So do I,” you say, quickly before thinking. But you don’t really, do you?
There’s a man who loves you, possibly more than he loves himself, than he loves anything in the world. And if it weren’t for this, for Ushijima ‘releasing’ you, no matter how harshly, you wouldn’t have had the experience to be loved by him.
“I was wrong.”
He was. He was absolutely wrong. But what’s wrong and what’s right no longer matters. What matters is what is.
He pauses and sighs. You can see his hands now grip the end of the table as though to keep steady.
“Thank you for coming.”
There is another pause, one that is suddenly too great for you to handle, where you want to sigh but instead you draw in a double breath.
You’re embarrassed because you do not intend to cry. Not after all this. Not in front of him.
“You didn’t love me enough to compromise,” you end up sputtering out.
Your tears aren’t falling yet but your eyes swim and you blink them back furiously. “Why all this? Why now?”
He blinks once and you can see his fingers tighten around the edge of the booth, knuckles white.
“I was stupid then. I’m different now.”
The fact that his eyes are so sincere makes your heart wrench. You know that he doesn’t lie, he’s never felt a need to.
It’s a response that infuriates you but your anger is cool rather than hot and it’s diffuse, deafening and directionless. There’s no one to be mad at except the very fabric of time.
What do I do with this? What can I do?
Your heart settles, and you measure your next words carefully.
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“Daddy!”
Your daughter’s eyes widened immediately as she saw him approach behind you, and in mere seconds, she jumped out of her chair to embrace her father, nearly knocking over her hot cocoa in the process. You managed to salvage it to your credit, and you turned in your chair to flash a teasing grin.
“How were the slopes?”
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“There was once a time where I would have followed you anywhere if you asked me to. Maybe it was unhealthy, maybe it was naïve, but I truly loved you to that extent. I would have left everything behind if you asked.”
The solemn look he sports on his face, so stoic as a defense mechanism that it seems almost caricature-like, only confirms that he knew. He knew that every word you said was true, and yet...
“I thought it was the best decision at the time. I didn’t want to hurt you anymore.”
Maybe he was right. That sort of reckless love, especially when not reciprocated in earnest could only result in pain.
His intentions were good. They were good. That’s what matters.
He had a reason.
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Hajime frowned at you, which in turn made his little princess, now perched on his hip frown as well.
“Your mother’s not being very nice, now is she?” He murmured, as he approached, now settling her back in the chair across from you. “She didn’t even want to ski with me!”
His arms crossed over his chest as he stood beside you now, a pretend-grumpy look on his face.
Your four year-old gasped. “What?! Mommy’s mean? Are you a bully?”
“Hey!” You nudged Iwa in the ribs. “Don’t make me out to be the bad guy! I’m coming with you tomorrow!”
To this, your husband’s eyes lit up, and he wrapped his arms around your shoulders, resting his chin on your head.
“You’d do that for me, my clumsy little penguin?” He whispered, just low enough that your little girl, who had now contented herself back to drinking her hot cocoa couldn’t hear.
Your eyebrows furrowed.
“If you keep making fun of me, you’ll be on your own again, and possibly so for the rest of this vacation,” you grumbled back, but he laughed in earnest to your threat, pressing a quick kiss on your cheek before dragging the nearest chair towards your table to complete your circle.
“So what do my favorite girls want for dinner?”
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When Ushijima’s hands finally relax, and he places them clasped together on the table, you find yourself reaching for them. It’s no longer a natural, intrinsic movement of the arm and hand, the way it was years ago when you always yearned for physical contact. It’s now measured and intentional.
You squeeze his hands and they feel different. They’re larger, colder, rougher than Iwa’s are. It’s not a bad thing; just not the same. You can imagine that intertwining your fingers with his would feel imperfect, maybe even wrong.
You’ve changed. And he’s changed.
“Wakatoshi…”
You pause, and your hands linger.
It’s hard to look in his eyes when you say this, but you do anyway. Their eyes are almost the same color, but Iwa’s are greener. An old idiom comes to mind and you banish it from your mind.
“You will always be my first love, but Hajime will be my last one.”
#iwaizumi x reader#iwaizumi hajime x reader#iwa x reader#ushijima x reader#ushijima wakatoshi x reader#tw angst#tw breakup#series: be my last#mae.writing
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Must Love Sleep- Travis Konecny
a/n: This grew out of a part I took out of I’d Rather Rescue Myself. I was going to change the boy, but I just had him in mind for this one. The sleep part might also be based on how I am when I get tired... but it might not be. hope you like it :)
warnings: this is pretty soft, just some cursing
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It was Friday night and Travis was going to be coming over soon before you would eventually head out. You were supposed to be meeting your friends at a local bar in an hour and you still had no clue what to wear.
You hear the door to your apartment open, and know that it’s Travis. (He has his own key for ‘emergences’ like when he lost his own apartment key and had yours from when he watered your plants while you were on a trip. You have no idea how any of it happened, but it’s TK so you weren’t even surprised and told him to just keep the key)
“Hey you ready in there?” Travis shouts as he walks through your apartment to your room. You walk out from your closet in your sweatpants and sweatshirt combo,
“No. I don’t know what to wear, and at this point I don’t even think I care, I’m going dressed like this.”
“First of all, you’re being dramatic. And second of all, even though you always look great, I don’t think they would even let you in dressed like that.”
You scoff as you make your way over to lay on your bed and he makes his way to your closet, you don’t miss the opportunity to take in how good he looks with his hat on backwards and a tight long sleeve— wait. You’re just friends. You can’t think about him like that. You can’t think about how you love when his hair curls up from under his hat at the gape of his neck— no.
You had tried dating, but it didn’t work. Your short lived fling was fun but because you were in your last year of school and he was busy with hockey you never had much time to actually be in a relationship. Neither of you had the time to dedicate to something so committed and your platonic friendship has been super strong for over a year. You were best friends, but that didn’t stop you from checking him out every once in a while, or even reminiscing on how good his lips had felt on yours nearly a year ago. But you were sure that he didn’t see you like that anymore, and you were trapped forever in the friend zone.
Your thoughts are interrupted when bunch of fabric hit your face.
“What the-“
“Wear that. You’ll look hot, I promise.”
You sit up to look at what he’s picked out for you and you’re actually impressed. He chose black skinny jeans, and a long sleeve body suit. He’s right. The jeans he picked out made your ass look great, and with the healed booties he had sat next to the bed your legs would look fantastic. The jumpsuit was simple but it would hug your body in the right places and was definitely more comfortable than the dress you were looking at before he arrived.
Travis left you to get ready and went to sit on your couch. When you came out your hair and makeup was done, and he mentally praised himself for putting together such a great ensemble. He selfishly picked out that specific pair of jeans. They were his favorite pair, and he knew they made your ass look amazing… Not that he was looking or anything. He had just happened to notice, and what are friends for if they can’t hype each other up about how great their ass looks?
“See. I was right, you do look hot. You ready to go?”
You nod and follow him out the door, and take note that he’s been a little more generous with the compliments lately. You think maybe he’s just being a good friend, hyping you up, but something about it just seemed like more.
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By the end of the night your feet are killing you. You stopped drinking over an hour ago, so now all you want to do is go home and go to bed. You like having a good time just much as the next girl, but when you’re tired, your bed was the only thing that would satisfy you.
It wasn’t uncommon for Travis to stick around you for most the night, but the subtle hand on your back and the leaning in when you went to talk to each other felt different tonight. If you weren’t so tired you may mull that over a bit more but instead you brush it off as you lean over to let Travis know you’re ready to head home, “Hey, I’m tired. And my feet hurt.”
“Ok, we can go, let me just get an Uber.”
“You don’t have to leave if you’re still having a good time, I just wanted to let you know I’m probably not staying much longer.” You mean what you say, but you secretly hope that he decides to come with you. Usually when you end up going home together at the end of the night Travis will just stay with you instead of trekking back to his place. There was never any funny business, but having him in your bed just felt right.
“No, I’m tired too, I’m ready to get home,” Travis’ tone sounds casual and he’s hoping he doesn’t seem too eager to take you home. He just can’t help it. He’s regretted telling you that he just wanted to be friends ever since he let it slip out. He just didn’t want to end up hurting you when he couldn’t be there for you. However, that didn’t stop him from relishing in staying in your bed every blue moon when he’d take you home after a late night out.
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You’re walking around your room and bathroom getting ready to go to sleep. Travis would normally just plop himself down on your bed, but he was just standing there watching you move around your room.
Really, he was just admiring how beautiful you were without your makeup on, and how cute you looked in your oversized flyers shirt that you wore to bed. You looked like a little kid in adult clothes. The way you brushed your hair out and gently turned down your covers may have seemed so routine to you but to him it was everything. It was everything he couldn’t have. He wanted all the little domestic things that he had never thought of before you met. You just made everything seems so easy. Travis couldn’t help but yearn to be next to you. To touch you and to hold you. To call you his.
“Are you staying tonight?” You ask him and watch him come back from wherever he was inside his head.
“Only if you want me to…”
“I mean it’s late, it’s probably easier and safer for you to just stay.” You have no idea why he’s being so weird. This wasn’t like him, and the awkward tension in the room was definitely unusual for the two of you.
“But do you want me to stay?” He’s looking directly at you now, and you can see in his eyes that he’s trying to say something more.
“Travis, if you have something to ask or say, just say it. I’m tired, and I really just want to go to sleep.” You have no idea what’s gotten into him, and you feel a bit bad for being so curt. It’s just that you’re exhausted and now you’re getting kind of cranky, and all you want to do is SLEEP. You turn to get into bed when he reaches for your arm. It’s gentle, and he just pulls you back around to face him,
“I know you’re tired, and that’s why you’re being such a cranky-ass, but… I just- I just can’t do this anymore.” After Travis’ little chirp he lets out a huff of air that he feels like he’s been holding for the past year, and you continue to stare back at him. Trying to be patient and trying to find some clarity, you give him a nudge to go on.
“I thought that us being together would be too hard, and that I’d eventually hurt you ‘cus I’m too busy with hockey or you’d just figure out that I’m not that great, and maybe I’m just being a selfish bastard now, but I can’t keep walking around here and going out with you and pretending that I don’t want to be the guy who gets to take you home at night.”
“…Trav, you are the guy who gets to take me home at night, and yes, I want you to stay. I always want you to stay,” You say it so casually and it just kind of falls out. It just feels right to have him around and to have him in your bed at the end of the night. Your need for sleep combined with the past year of pining after a boy who friend zoned you took over, and you gave in. You knew it was right, and so did Travis.
He’s smiling down at you when he pulls you into him, you lean into him and when your lips touch it’s like an endless crave has been satisfied for the both of you. You’re holding each other softly until you pull back to look at him,
“I’m really tired… and I think if I stay awake any longer I might just cry from exhaustion.”
He starts to laugh, “the fact that I know that’s true, and that if you did start crying I wouldn’t be surprised but would know to just sit and wait until you’ve got it out of your system because after you’ll be so much happier and then sleep like a baby, should be enough to tell you that I am absolutely, head over heels, in love with you.”
“I hate you. But i also love you. And if you don’t turn that light off and get in that damn bed right now, I might end you.”
Because he loves you (and because he doesn’t want to die), he turns the light off and gets into bed with you. For the first time in the last year, he gets to reach out to you to pull you into him. The two of you fall asleep in each others arms, and you take a mental note to make sure you show him just how much you love him in the morning ;)
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Mikalight Week fic: 24-Hour Gym
a short mikalight fic for, what else, @mikalightweek. wrote it sort of quick? and its not explicit but is very sensual and there’s a lot of body talk and you can basically assume they fuck after the fic (i was TOO LAZY to write the smut). Anyway.
This fic is rated BPBB, for Bench Pressing Bodacious Babes.
Quiet and soft humid air filled the gym. From the window, Teru watched him with his standard issue NPA duffel bag slung over his shoulder, laughing at a text on his phone. When he looked up, they almost met eyes and Teru turned, facing his reflection in the wall-length mirror. His black hair hung in lank strands beside his face; his grey T-shirt collar darkened into a full-leaf of sweat over his front. The gym door bells jingled as he came in, cheeks pink from the mid-winter outside and a wary smile on his face.
Of course, Teru recognized him. Kira. Light. Above the brown trendy haircut floated his full name, the kanji confusing for a minute until – congealed and solidified – the meaning existed. While Light checked in with the sleepy front desk clerk, he talked loud and high-pitched. It was a voice unlike the one Teru heard in the warehouse, the one that told him after the police and that little white haired boy were dead, to go home. To make up an alibi. And to meet him, at this little 24-hour gym, in ten days.
Watching Light’s mirror twin walk to the back lockers, Teru lifted his dumbbells on autopilot – eleven, twelve, twelve, no wait – before setting them down, grabbing the towel he tucked into his jogger’s waistband. Nervous sweat and exertion sweat mixed together, all mopped away by a monogramed hand towel. When he glanced back up, Light was at the rowing machine.
For twenty minutes, they waltzed: Light moved to a machine, doing his reps, while Teru went to a different machine, did his own program. (An unceasing eye for detail made note that Light lifted about ten under Teru’s lowest weight.) Having shed a jacket now that he’d warmed up, Light worked in a loose white tank top that hung low in the sleeve holes. Every so often, when he reached to grasp a bar, his chest swooped in and out of view. Teru caught scar tissue, though never a long enough glimpse to know its shape. He stood from the arm extension machine and walked to the bench press. All the way he felt two sharp eyes peering at him from a leg machine.
Teru set the plates: two 10 kg., and then two 2.5 kg. plates, an unusual though not overwhelmingly larger weight than he lifted on a normal night. Foolish and near school-boylike, he wanted to show off in front of the other man. After setting the weights, he leaned back and rested his head beneath the long metal bar – and waited. The sound of God walking, a long stride with confident footfalls, was familiar in Teru’s ears. Head haloed in florescent, Light bent above the metal bar with arms outstretched.
“Do you need a spotter?” His tone suggested a joke – ha, ha, who else but me – but Teru only heard the question in serious.
“Yes,” he said, and it was then he realized these were the first words he’d spoken to Light in public. How apt, how right, that their exchange be God extending his hands to help Teru carry such a heavy burden. Light hovered his palms just around the silver length, eyes trained on Teru as he wrapped fists at either end and – oh! – lifted. Every rep, staring directly into a brown-eyed microscope, and Teru almost shook, lost his strength, when their hands nearly brushed. He managed ten reps before gently resting the bar back in place. Sweat dripped off his neck and above him, it made gems across Light’s forehead.
“Wow,” Light said. “You’re pretty strong.”
“T-thank you,” Teru cursed his stutter. He didn’t expect the compliment and it made a little flower burst inside his concrete encased heart. The flower only grew the longer Light looked at him, smile just a pink curve, eyes unnervingly genuine. It was a look that fake people in movies gave each other – Teru hated how much he liked to trust it. God had to be genuine – a kingdom of justice would never stand on false ground. Light’s stare trapped him with a weight deeper and heavier than any dumbbell, and when he glanced away, Teru gasped. His breath had flattened in his chest.
Light left first, at midnight, and when Teru went to his own locker at one thirty am, he found a note shoved into the air slits. On the note was a phone number and curt letter L for a signature. He folded it into the smallest triangle he could, having memorized the number, and set the paper beneath his tongue. As Teru packed his things, nodded to the gym employee, walked into a cold and calamitous city sidewalk, the paper poked and scraped the inner wet flesh. Pain in little bites followed him on his walk – each bright moment a moment of God beside him. Do you need a spotter? A question, a divine extended hand. Wow. You’re pretty strong. Strong, a warrior disciple, God’s most beloved. And, at the platform for his train home, he swallowed the dissolving note – communion.
Teru started working out in high school, when a gym teacher suggested a natural physical ability like his could use sculpting and recognized in him a perhaps genetic inability to play on a team. Ever since the first time, he took to the regimentation, the preplanning and trackable results of gym life. Within the walls of his usual club – the membership to which took up an embarrassing but necessary amount of his pay – Teru found ritual. A work out was an offering to the divine in his own body, and now it became religious practice, a modeling of himself into a better tool for Kira’s will.
This late night arrangement became weekly. On Tuesdays, Teru and Light worked out in the same hole-in-the-wall 24-hour gym, just them and one employee. Two owls dancing around the machines, Teru knew both their stares were gobbling each other’s body behaviors like so many tasty mice. He saw in Light a similar high-school athletics resolve, although the way his muscles smoothed rather than fit into shapes spoke more to sports than targeted workouts. Teru resisted his own snobbery in this observation – though he found a dedication to the perfecting of the body rather than to sportsmanship more pleasing. Kira had his reasons, maybe, for choosing athletic pastimes. There too was a certain leanness to Light’s body as well. Even with a layer of more authoritative muscle, he looked vulpine, foxlike in his lithe frame. His posture retained the slight slouch that many people who were slim in their young adult hood had; in fact, Teru only recognized it since he himself trained it out of his own habits a year prior.
And, yet, the flurry of observation – itself a thrill in its artificial intimacy – didn’t compare to those few minutes where Light leaned over, put his elegant hands out, and spotted Teru’s bench press. He took to doing them more often than his usual schedule. Combined with the bigger weights, an unevenness grew in his routine that Teru would never have allowed before. He couldn’t stop himself though. Anything for a few moments close enough to Light to see the split of his lips, the sweat trickling over his flushed cheeks.
On the fourth week, while Teru wiped down the leg press after he used it, Light approached him.
“Hey,” he said. “Isn’t weird how we’re always in this place together, but we’ve never learned each other’s names?”
“Mikami Teru,” Teru said. The tone was straightforward, and his volume normal – and still he imagined how imprudent he sounded. “I don’t usually go to this gym.”
Light narrowed his eyes and shook his head, just enough to say not the plan. Up his back, Teru’s spine stiffened. It was no joy to disappoint Light.
“Well,” Light said, slick voice untwisting the frustration in his gaze and presenting a smile that bordered on pretty. “I’m Yagami Light. I’ve really admired your routine. Maybe sometime we can meet up. I’m no good with workouts, not like you.”
“Oh. Yes.” Teru nodded. Meet up? Before he could ask a clarifying question, Light spoke over his concerns.
“Call me tomorrow,” he said. “I’m free after five.”
He walked away, not leaving a number except the one boiled in Teru’s stomach. No matter how heavy the weights he lifted, no matter the volume of the baby crying on his bus home, all Teru thought of was his phone and tomorrow after five. His palms itched.
He called at five twenty the next day, having rushed home after a meeting went long, and Teru never heard a worse noise than the ringing before Light picked up. On first answering, his tone was unpleasantly gruff, accusatory – a man in the drag of an older, wiser man. It clashed with the smooth youthfulness of Light’s voice in the gym, which only returned when Teru tentatively said his own greeting.
“Oh! Mikami,” Light said, a balm over the scratches left behind by his put-on masculinity. “You’re calling so late. I thought maybe you forgot.”
“No,” Teru said. “Never. I don’t forget important things.”
“Mm,” Light said. Behind his voice was a tapping sound, someone hitting paper with a pen. “I’m honored to be an important thing. Say, I didn’t catch it before, but where did you say you lived?”
Teru sat on a kitchen stool; he’d been standing, impatient, in the breakfast nook as though preparing to run to wherever Kira needed him. But the question set him down – why did Light want to know? And was it safe to say over the phone? Realizing he’d left dead air too long, Teru muttered that he lived further south – about an hour from the 24-hour gym.
“Oh, I see,” Light sounded mildly perturbed to be have been waiting. “I was just thinking, my girlfriend is making cookies and I thought I’d send you some. Do you have an address that’d be good?”
His girlfriend? Teru didn’t press but his stomach sank. However the phrase stung, he listed his apartment address in dutiful detail. In his ear were the soft scratches of Light’s pen writing everything down and, once he finished, Teru coughed. He didn’t want the phone call to end.
“Did you play sports?” His question flowed out in a proper, clear way, and Teru congratulated himself on how normal he sounded. “Maybe in high school?”
Light went quiet and when he spoke again, the words were cold.
“I played tennis,” he said. “Why do you ask?”
“I only wondered because,” Teru scrambled for something less damning to say, “you’re in such good shape but don’t like to work out. And usually that’s because of sports, I find.”
“Ah,” a low simmer melted Light’s voice. “You like to work out, don’t you, Mikami?”
“Mm,” Teru said. “I enjoy the time to work on my body. Physical fitness is a key to leading a good, worthwhile life.”
“Interesting,” Light said. He tapped his pen before popping his lips. Their wet click was at once disgusting – the body, the spit, the base physicality of it – and alluring – the body, the spit, the parts of Kira blessed by his own inner spirit. “I’ll send those cookies tonight. Expect them at your door around midnight, hm?”
“Oh.” This wasn’t about cookies. “Yes, I’ll look for them then. Thank you, Light. That’s very kind of you.”
“I’m always kind to my friends,” Light said.
At midnight, Teru heard the curt knock of the one he waited for. Standing in the hallway of his apartment building, wrapped in a coat, green sweater and black jeans, was Light. He smiled when Teru gestured for him to come inside – a good, well-raised smile. In a small childish part of himself, Teru wished to return such a pleasant smile. Instead, he nodded and raised his eyebrows as Light pressed a plastic box into his hands.
“I wasn’t lying, before on the phone,” he said, shaking off his coat. “My girlfriend was baking. She insisted I take some to meet my new friend. My recommendation?” Light swung around, coat on his finger and a wryness to his expression. “Toss them. Misa can’t bake.”
“How unfortunate,” Teru said. I’m a passable baker, he thought.
Light walked further into the one-bedroom space. He put his coat onto the black lacquered hat rack’s lower rung, ran a finger across the tight gray rectangle couch, and complimented the large entertainment center Teru built. When he let it slip that, in fact, he’d built it himself, Teru saw a curl of interest in Light’s gaze.
“I’ve always liked building too,” Light said, shrugging. “But never something so well constructed.”
He wandered into the sitting room and looked to his feet, a play-acted shyness. Nothing in his body language bar the glance down suggested timidity. Teru followed, although he knew his own behavior was less confident. Light flicked his eyes up and stilled Teru’s movements.
“I’m proud of your actions,” he said. “How well you served me, served the kingdom Kira hopes to build.”
A tremor worked through Teru and he sat, unable to keep his legs steady. To be acknowledged made him eager and fraught. Without thinking, he bowed his head, and a warm palm pressed over the back of his neck. Light murmured something.
“What did you say?” Teru asked, eyes going blurry the longer he stared at his own lap.
“I said,” Light slid a finger beneath his chin, tipping Teru up and into his line of vision. “Do you think you could bench press me?”
“I,” Teru frowned, his instinct to refuse presenting weakness. He fought past it. “I can try.”
The smile from before – polite, the kind a mother asked for during family pictures, toothless – warped into the brilliant split Teru recognized from the yellow warehouse. Light smiled in high volume, loud and greedy.
“Perfect,” he said. “Let me undress.”
“Undress?” Teru’s resolve wavered and he stood.
Light shrugged, already popping the button of his jeans.
“Won’t you need better traction?” He asked. “My clothes might cause your hand to slip.”
Breathless, Teru watched God strip down to a pair of black briefs. Shirtless, the two pink scars he saw glimpses of before swiped just beneath Light’s nipples, which hardened in the air-conditioning. Mental deduction took Teru up to chest surgery, although he couldn’t pinpoint the reason. As he stared, Light’s eyes took on impatience not unlike when Teru slipped up in the gym.
“Do I not please you?” Light raised his eyebrows, swinging out his hands. “Do you find God wanting in some way, Mikami?”
“No, no,” Teru covered his mouth. “I apologize for the imprudence. I only was curious.”
“Keep curiosity to the cats,” Light said. “Now, lay back and we’ll try this.”
Teru pushed his coffee table to the side and laid himself down on the sitting room rug. Flat on his back, Light leaning over him almost nude, a strange helplessness infected him. No matter what happened next, he had no real choice other than what Light chose for him. It didn’t help that Light’s gaze had an almost lepidopterist’s leer – staring at a captured butterfly and wondering what pins to use on its corpse. Teru shook himself inside; Kira didn’t think of him as a butterfly. He was a servant, a faithful one, and Kira found him strong.
Stretching up his arms, Teru cupped his hands and met Light with his own stare.
“Whenever you’re ready,” he said, “slowly place your waist in my right hand and your thigh in my left.”
Light nodded, walking around to stand next Teru’s shoulder. He bent in a gentle arc and his waist was the first thing to touch against Teru’s palm. In a shift, the confidence of before didn’t echo in Light’s actions now. He was cautious, still leaving one foot on the ground as he laid himself into Teru’s grasp. A muffled groaned left Teru; even with his weight distributed away, Light was still heavy.
“Um,” Light said. “Is it okay to let go?”
The question was human, quiet, and Teru wanted to file it away suddenly. He took a deep breath, wiggled his fingers where they held Light, and nodded.
“Go ahead,” he said. “I’ve got you.”
Light gasped as he lifted his leg. Balanced between Teru’s straining arms, he hovered untouched by anything but air and the other man. Teru was in pain – not just from the difficulty of holding up an adult man but from how good Light felt. He was warm, soft, and yet at the same time hard, solid muscle beneath the skin. Gritting his teeth, Teru heaved and lowered his armload until Light’s hip was just above his mouth.
He couldn’t help himself; Teru kissed the bare skin. His lips slid just so over goosebumps, tasting hints of salt and body lotion. Even partway through, he wanted to kiss the vulnerable hip again – memorize the flavor of Kira against his mouth. Light trembled and let out his name in a rasp.
“Mikami,” Light whispered. “Fuck.”
No answer occurred to him, so Teru lifted Light back up. As charged as the moment was, a small part of him celebrated being strong enough to, in fact, perform one bench press of another human. Light squirmed in his hands, too much, and without warning, Teru’s grip loosened. God fell out of his palms and landed hard on Teru’s stomach, knocking the wind out of him.
“Ah,” he shouted at the same time Light yelled, “Fuck!” They sat in sore heap. Teru rubbed his hands together, over and over. He’d failed; he let Light fall, hadn’t been strong enough to keep him stable. With trepidation, he glanced toward the other man prepared to see anger in God’s eyes, but instead Light stared back at him with arousal. His eyes were hot, molten, and his movements became languid.
“You’re so strong,” Light said, and now his voice was like nothing Teru ever heard before. There was a wildness mixed in with hunger. Light looked at him, and Teru wanted to be devoured.
“I knew the moment I saw you,” Light crawled up Teru’s aching body, his words like lava poured from his mouth. “You would be my strongest one.”
“I want to be strong for you, God,” Teru let out. “I want to serve you, be your sword.”
“Oh,” Light laughed, and it was an abrupt sound. Teru couldn’t say he liked it but the brightness in Light’s cheeks was good.
“You’ll serve me very well,” Light said, brushing Teru’s hair away from his ear so he could speak into it. His voice burned into the delicate shell. “Mikami.”
“Teru,” his voice came out a little weedy, yet Teru met Light’s hot gaze with his own resolve. “Call me Teru.”
#me me me#subtextual#death note#my fic#mikalightweek#mikalight#mikami teru#light yagami#sorry if mikami is out of character or any other number of complaints a person could hv about this fic!#he's a character i rlly struggle with and i tried to write him with as much humanity as possible!#anyway! enjoy Mikami Bench Pressing a Half-Naked Light
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Keigo Takami ღ Hawks x Reader 3/4
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"I'll take her back with me. We…we lived together anyway." A little white lie couldn’t claim to be quite so harmful - not now.
In order for his beautiful baby bird to flourish once more, she would require round-the-clock attention, provided by someone knowledgeable of her life, someone who would willingly offer her unbridled love and protection…someone who vowed never to force a sense of abandonment upon her. Never again. The doctor neglected to question this, thankfully saving him the embarrassment of being coerced into further conversation with a voice that shivered from heartache.
In that instant, a previously-dormant determination ignited inside his chest. He would rebuild your life together, your sweet romance. If he didn’t even try…well, perhaps that would be the universe's way of plaguing him with evidence of his worthlessness - if he didn’t at least attempt to repair the foundations of your relationship, whether by curing your amnesia or just starting from scratch, then he didn’t deserve you. If he wasn’t prepared to venture to the extremes for you, then he would concede that he wasn’t good enough, that he couldn’t hold a candle to your grandeur. He would cut himself from your life. You didn’t remember him, so you probably wouldn’t mourn. Gods…that thought alone killed him. To think, after one dreadful decision, after a single moment of weakness…he could suddenly mean nothing to you…
I'll set work aside for now. The Commission can say what they want, but I'm not letting her go. Not again. Not so soon.
You giggled, the sound seeming to caress away any stray tears dripping down his face. "We lived together? Are we related or something? Oh, you're not my brother, are you?"
How much did she forget?
"I-I'm your…" The words caught in his throat.
No - he would spare everyone the overly-emotional display, the unsightly waterworks. He was a hero, for gods' sake! He couldn’t act so goddamn vulnerable in public! The only person who ever managed to detrude his masque of confidence was you, and you would often tell him how special it made you feel. So even now, even when you had no memory of him…he would reserve his innermost feelings, solely for you. A small sniffle was all he allowed, because it became impossible to stop. Shortly thereafter, the two of you were dismissed. Hawks was adamant about flying you bridal-style to his house, which, following your inclusion, would morph from a lonely bachelor pad to a home filled with warmth and comfort. He wished to be consumed by excitement, as he should have been...but this was all wrong. The series of events, the manner in which you were to be confined…he would barely even receive any welcome, since his comings-and-goings would be less frequent.
He was resolved to stick by your side, like superglue.
He refused to let you hide from his watchful gaze, until the time was right.
The minute he touched down, a phone was pressed against his ear. It was a little confusing at first, but you could hear a few curt words. He was being reprimanded, but his expression betrayed no concern. At least, not for them.
With a dejected sigh, he settled you on your feet. "Well, dove…I'm taking some time off work to look after you. This is…this is our house. Do you remember it?"
You hated to shatter the ounce of hope bleeding from his voice, but it couldn’t be helped. "Um, no…sorry. It's really big, though. How'd you afford it?"
"…So you don't remember my job, either?...Is there anything you do remember?" He led you inside, careful not to startle you as he closed the door.
"Yep!" You sung, and although Hawks' heart should have swelled with rapture, it instead sunk further into a chasm of despair - he knew that he was no longer your missing puzzle piece, the thing you had been searching for constantly, until you met. "I remember my childhood, and apparently everything up until I turned nineteen."
Did I traumatise her that much, her mind purposefully erased me?
He gulped, anxious to scrabble back into your life. "We met…just after your nineteenth birthday."
"Really?" You sounded happy - happier than he could recall you in a while. "Hey, uh…I'm sorry I don't remember you, but I still don't know your name."
"It's…It's Keigo. Takami Keigo. I'm a…pro hero." Usually, pride would coil around his voice when this information was given, but it was nothing more than embellishment; it couldn’t have reflected his heart any less.
I gotta smile, right? Otherwise…she'll end up miserable. I can’t do that to her. I can't take away that happy look. Not now. I'm such a bastard for ever letting my mission get in-between us.
Throughout this entire interaction, Hawks had remained nigh-silent, any last trace of alacrity dried up. Thus, an extremely sudden shift in character bewildered you beyond words. A smile might have graced your lips, had you not been gifted with such sharp perception. You didn’t believe, not even for a second, that he had overcome that intense sorrow. Yet, you couldn’t risk triggering something. You were directed to a large couch, while one of those gorgeous, crimson feathers floated towards you, carrying what appeared to be a book. For more specificity, it was a photo album. It weighed down his feather, but he wasn’t paying attention. You wanted to laugh, to explain how weird this was, when phones and social media existed, but…that look, that glint of upset intertwined with hope…
...It muted you.
As he flicked through the pictures, often lingering on the most heart-warming scenes - the two of you sitting lip-locked underneath the stars, weaving flower crowns for young hero fans, your utter devastation upon dropping an ice cream...and the next one was Hawks sharing his own - you watched his hands. He had started lovingly stroking the pages, as though yearning to relive those precious moments. You refused to glance up, to get sucked into the kindling fire of his eyes; you knew, somehow, that you wouldn’t escape their dreamy sheen.
If only you had enabled yourself to drown in those golden pools, to explore them for an eternity. Hawks was desperate to lay claim to you again, before someone else lured you away. This prospect terrified him, and his wings rustled as the fear shot around his whole body. Couldn’t you see, couldn’t you understand how much he treasured you? More than fame or money, even the photo album! He needed you - the real you, climbing back into his arms. Forcing his self-restraint, Hawks closed the book. If his tear ducts turned into dams, he wouldn’t be capable of battling the flood. He would succumb to the glacial water, and then who would you run to for shelter? If you fell into the homeless population, or the callous hands of a villain…
I thought we would last forever. That we would still be together, even after we died. We made a promise, didn’t we…? Don't drop me like I never meant anything to you. Please, don't drop me…
The subsequent days brimmed with bliss.
At least…for you.
Hawks was a surprisingly adept cook, but take-out was on the menu every other day. He tended to your needs with a sweeping devotion. He never failed you, not even once. You also had the opportunity to wander the perimeter of his house, but your rebellious streak compelled you further, far past the invisible barriers erected for your own safety.
"Hey, I've been meaning to ask…" You began, while Hawks traced circles on your arms. "These scars…did you - did you do something to me?"
His recovering heart plummeted, and he spent a few minutes just staring, eyes glazed over with shock, hurt and a touch of guilt. When he finally responded, his voice was hoarse. "W-Why would you…think that I…? T-That I…hurt you?"
"Ah, I'm sorry! I was just wondering. I didn’t think you'd done anything, but I had to make sure. Can't exactly stay with an abuser…right?" Although you endeavoured to laugh it off, your words did nothing to console him.
His head drooped, as he whispered and sniffled all at once. "R-Right…"
"Oh yeah!" You giggled, as though the storm had been quelled.
I've always adored her voice, but right now…I can't bear it…
"I met someone today!"
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Honey & Velvet
Steve Harrington x Reader
Summary: Your first time with him is heaven. His lips leave honey-flavored kisses and his touch carves velvet imprints.
Warnings: SMUT, cursing, fluff
His lips taste of honey; they are sweet and savory, difficult to forget but easy to recognize. His hands feel like soft velvet against your skin; his fingers hold a feathery-touch, gliding like angels against your jaw. His thumb slides under your chin, noses bumping into each other as he leans in again.
No one could have ever tasted like this.
Steve has you sat atop your vanity, your back resting against the mirror. His arms are hooked behind your knees, his bottom half pressed up against yours. He lets out a moan as you scratch at his scalp, tugging at his hair before you grip onto his shoulder. Your nails scrape gently at his bare back, pulling him closer to you. You feel his arms flex beneath you, and you yelp as he lifts you up.
“Steve!” You giggle, gasping as all the objects placed neatly on your vanity topple to the floor. He looks down at the mess before shushing you with a kiss as he lowers you down onto the bed.
“Are you sure about this, my love?” He searches your eyes for any uncertainty, hair tickling your face. You can only look at him, caressing his cheek with nothing but love. “Steve Harrington awaits a response from the beautiful princess. Is she alive? Can she hear me? We will never know. But Steve is getting painfully h-“
“Oh, shut up!” You tickle his side. “Yes! The answer is yes.” You say between heavy pants, biting your lip as you sit back on your elbows.
Steve grins softly, letting out a chuckle. “And there we have it. It’s a yes.”
You repeat the word, squirming impatiently. You feel yourself melting. Blushing as he steps back from the bed, your gaze travels over the expense of his neck - covered in hickies. Your hickies. You clench your thighs together as you see his big, toned arms ripple under the orange glow of your bedroom. Then your eyes land on the even bigger bulge in his jeans. Steve winks at you, and you grin wider. He’s fumbling with the buckle of his jeans as you move to take off your shirt, flinging it at him with a teasing look.
But Steve is suddenly having a lot of trouble with those jeans.
His hands are too jittery, too excited. Then, he becomes frustrated, cheeks flushed with pink as you come to help him. You kiss him, and Steve moans loudly as his hands pinch at the bare skin of your waist.
You find his belt buckle, lowering your knees to the carpeted floor as you slowly take it off of him. He leans back against your dresser, head thrown back as you unbutton his jeans and tug it down.
“Fuck, yeah.” He whispers under his breath. He looks down at you, eyes blown with lust. “Can I kiss you again?”
You accidentally laugh. And then Steve is suddenly laughing with you.
“Why are you laughing?!” You pull down his boxers without hesitation, catching him off guard.
“I’m about to give you head... but you want to kiss me first? What a true gentleman.”
“Oh - Jesus, Y/N.” His jaw drops as you take him, his hand coming to put your hair into a makeshift ponytail - just so he has a better view of his beautiful girl. “Wow. Okay. Damn. Y/N, I’m literally - I love this and I love you and all but-“
You stop, pulling away with eyebrows drawn into a line of concern. “Are you okay? Did I do something?”
“No! No. Angel, I was gonna - you know - it was really-“
“Oh!” You realize, blushing profusely. “Why didn’t you tell me? I would’ve finished you off, Steve.” You chuckle casually as Steve lifts you up. You rub at your knees, ignoring the intense pulse between your legs.
“I don’t wanna ruin our first time together.” He kisses you again, smiling against your lips. “Besides, I don’t want you thinking I’m lame.”
“Okay, well. I already think you’re lame, but... maybe you can change my mind after all this.”
Steve immediately has you back on the bed. There’s soft music in the background as he crawls over to you. He lays in between your legs, his face hovering over yours.
Nothing has really happened, yet the both of you look like absolute wrecks: his and your lips are swollen, Steve’s hair sticks up in different directions, while yours are in tangles.
“You are so gorgeous.” Steve says, attacking your collarbones with kisses. His hands reach behind your back, thumbing the hooks of your bra. “Can’t wait to show you.” You let out a strangled gasp as Steve easily unclasps your bra. He laughs at himself as he places it over his eyes. “Hey, look at me. I’m a mosquito. Buzz. Buzz.”
“Steve. Oh, my god. Stop!” You push him softly, letting out an amused huff at him as your mouth hangs open in shock.
He raises his eyebrows at you, a mischievous expression written on his features. You gasp louder as Steve puts the bra over your eyes, blocking you from seeing anything.
“You’re a mosquito, too. We can be mosquitoes together.” He blows a raspberry into your stomach. You exchange vivacious laughter, your knees coming to your chest in an effort to stop Steve from blowing more raspberries. “Maybe we can make some mosquito babies now.” He wiggles his eyebrows at you.
“No babies! Babe!” You groan lightly at him, peeling the bra off of your face. You throw it off the bed. “No more mosquitos either!”
“Okay, okay. Fine.” He rolls his eyes at you, before letting out a hum. “Can I take these off?” He asks as he plays with the hem of your shorts. You nod, helping him get them off.
You wag a finger at his face. “Don’t laugh.”
“Is this My Little Pony?”
“Steve. Don’t ask any questions-“
“You’re wearing My Little Pony panties.” He narrows his eyes at the material, poking at the design of various ponies. “Why?”
“I didn’t have anything else! I haven’t done laundry!”
“You could’ve gone commando, at least. I don’t want - who is this? Is this Applejack?” You cry out in embarrassment again, deciding to pull down your underwear to get it over with. “Sorry! Sorry! I just...” Steve lowers his voice to a whisper. “I just don’t want Applejack watching us!”
“Steve, this is getting weird!”
“You’re dating a weirdo! And you’re a weirdo, too!”
“Fine. We’re even now.” You stick your tongue out at him, and he playfully nips at your inner thighs as he moves farther down the bed.
You feel warmth pool inside your stomach, the fuzzy feeling returns - stronger than before. You quickly reach into the drawer of your nightstand, fishing out a condom from the bottom of all your things. You toss it to Steve, who catches it cockily. He tears it open with his teeth, tossing the wrapper onto the floor.
You give him a curt nod when he looks over to you for approval. “You ready?”
“Mhm.”
“Let me know if you wanna stop.” He whispers in your ear, propping his elbow up beside your face. “And Y/N?”
“Yeah?” You place a hand over his heart, legs wrapped around his hips.
“Don’t be afraid to tell me how good it feels.”
You moan Steve’s name loudly as he pushes himself into you - slowly and carefully. He doesn’t want to hurt you, and although it isn’t your first time having sex, it’s your first time with him. And he wants to make you feel good in every way possible. He bottoms out, and you arch your back into him.
Steve drags his lips between your breasts, settling underneath your chin. “Okay?” His breath fans out over your skin, and you shiver out of excitement.
“Yeah. More than okay.” Steve’s jaw hangs open lazily, his eyes never leaving yours. Your hand rests above your head, while the other grasps onto his arm. You start to get impatient, body drawing out moans. “Faster. Please.”
Steve moans. He leans over you, hands gripping your waist as he snaps his hips at a faster pace. “Holy... shit.” His face is contorted with pleasure as he feels you clench and unclench around him. “God, so tight. You’re perfect.” His hair falls into his face but he flips it back into place as he looks to the ceiling. “Y/N...”
“Steve! Fuck. You’re so good.” You sit up, redirecting your stare. “This is everything. Oh, my-“ He picks up the pace, knowing exactly what he’s doing to you. There’s a coil in your stomach that begins to tighten, waiting to snap at any moment.
“Tell me, baby. I wanna hear it.”
“I’m gonna... yeah, I’m almost there.” You nod furiously at him.
You call out his name repeatedly, almost like a chant as he brings you closer and closer to your edge.
You didn’t think it was possible, but Steve moves even faster, to the point that the bed is creaking noisily and the headboard is making small dents in the wall. You pull his hair, bringing him close to your body.
Steve cries out your name, moaning into your breasts then against your ear.
It’s fucking hot.
“Fuck, I just came.” He stops for a second with a boyish grin, but he instantly picks back up where he left off. The soft smile fades, and the serious Steve from earlier reappears.
“You’re doing so good, love. I’m there. I’m right there.” You’re shaking your head at him, falling back to lay on the bed.
He’s touching you in all the right places, hitting that sweet spot repeatedly.
“I love you.”
The coil snaps.
Then Steve is cumming again when you clench down and around him.
Exhausted, he collapses beside you. Heavy panting fills the hot air, masking the music from the stereo in the corner.
“Holy fuck.” He breathes out, coaxing you as you calm down from your high. His skin sticks to yours as you place your head on his bare chest, hair fallling in messy curls around your face.
“Yeah. Holy fuck.” You chuckle, rubbing your legs together.
“That was...”
“Yup.” You giggle, awestuck. “Steve?” You swallow, “I love you, too.”
He kisses the top of your head. “I know. By the way, do you still think I’m lame?”
“Not really.” You bite your lip, sighing as Steve entangled his legs with yours. “Well, maybe kinda.”
“What?! No! That was - I was good!”
“And you were!” You agree, drawing shapes on his skin. “It was that stupid mosquito joke.”
“You’re actually kidding.” He sits up, looking at you with eyes full of love as you roll to the end of the bed. Your cheeks rests on your hand as you stare at him with a questioning gaze.
“Don’t say it.”
“My Little Pony! I still can’t believe it!” Steve doubles over in laughter before he stands up, collecting all the littered clothes. He slips on his underwear, but trips over himself as he’s sent into another laughing fit. “I am so funny! Wow!”
And you roll your eyes at him. He’s having trouble getting up, collapsing back onto the carpet with another hard laugh.
But your features soften as you lick your lips, tasting honey once again. And you smile as Steve finally stands, and his hand caresses your thigh, where you find yourself missing his velvet touch.
Who knew honey and velvet would be such an extraordinary combination?
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Sorry to bother you but are you still doing that song shuffle game? Then I have a number - 2 Thanks for your time <3
Not a bother in the slightest! I think I’ll always be open to shuffle prompts because it’s just a good creative exercise. Thank you!! This one got more than twice as long a little longer than the previous ones I’ve done for this game.
“Can I Sleep in Your Arms?” - Willie Nelson
Left me lonely and cold and so weak/And I need someone’s arms to hold me/’Til I’m strong enough to get back on my feet
no hold to hold on you
“Peter,” May says gently, pushing his hair back from his face with a warm, comforting hand, “what can I do?”
He shakes his head.
“It’s ok.”
“I know this is hard,” his aunt presses. “Tony meant a lot to you.” Peter sniffs and wipes his nose with the back of his hand.
“Don’t get me started again,” he says with a wet laugh.
“Alright. I can put something stupid on TV and pretend not to see you crying at the other end of the couch,” she offers. “How would that be? You wanna get your PJs on?”
He’s touched by the way she’s babying him. Sometimes, it gets on his nerves, but under the circumstances, the overabundance of tenderness brings him back to the early days after Ben’s death and how careful he and May were with each other. Although they don’t share this loss in the same way they shared that one, it doesn’t negate her instinct to shelter him from the world.
“Nah,” Peter says with a deep sigh. “I don’t think I have the energy to get changed again.”
When they got home from the funeral, he took off his suit as quickly as possible, threw on a t-shirt and sweats. Everything soft and formless―the very opposite of the feel of the other kind of suit in his closet. The ones Mr. Stark made him. The one in particular that he was wearing when his friend and mentor died right in front of him. He squeezes his eyes shut for a minute and May rubs his back firmly, reminding him of her presence. No new tears escape. His eyes feel hot, his cheeks dry from all the tears he’s swiped away today.
“You wanna go spend some time with Ned? Maybe sleep over? I swear I won’t take it personally that you don’t feel like hanging out,” his aunt says with a sympathetic half-smile.
“Ned? Yeah, maybe.”
Peter hasn’t even thought of Ned today, which is weird. Under completely different circumstances, Ned would’ve loved being by his side, meeting all those Avengers. Peter could’ve downplayed it as no big deal and watched his best friend’s eyes light up, and Mr. Stark would’ve acted all― His shoulders droop. So maybe it’s good he doesn’t have any memories of Ned and Tony side by side. Ned’s a separate part of his life that Peter can retreat into right now.
“Yeah? You let me know if you don’t stay overnight, or if you want me to come get you, or―”
“May,” he reminds her quietly, “I can get home by myself.”
“I know that. I know. I know you can.” Her mouth turns down and her nostrils twitch, but she’s as good at holding back tears as he is. Probably better. She runs a hand across his shoulders, then lets him stand.
Peter collects his phone and keys, slips his shoes on, flips his hood up. May’s waiting at the door of their apartment.
“Don’t do anything tonight,” she says. He frowns. She looks down, almost guiltily. “I know you feel compelled to help people, but if you could just… just get from point A to point B without getting mixed up in anything…”
“Ok,” he promises, because she doesn’t need that worry right now. He can make sure he doesn’t end up under a truck or in front of a knife or inside a bank that’s being robbed for one night.
“Thank you.”
“Love you, May,” Peter says, hugging her almost as hard as she hugs him.
“Alright. Say hi to Ned for him.”
He turns so she doesn’t have to hold that smile on her face too long for his benefit.
Outside, the world is dark and empty, so he should stick to well-worn paths. But he doesn’t end up at Ned’s. He ends up at MJ’s. She had a few members of the decathlon team over for an extra prep session before a competition one evening, then another time, Ned and Peter did a movie night with her. It was mostly Ned’s doing. He said they should get to know their new captain better and Peter felt nervous and awkward about it, but it turned out fine.
The ease with which he can pull her address up in his mind doesn’t explain his unconscious decision to arrive at her building. Since Peter’s here, he sends her a text. She lets him in.
“Quiet,” he says when he’s come up and she’s locking them inside her apartment.
“My parents are in Philly, visiting my aunt.”
Unlike normal, MJ doesn’t bombard him with questions or stare him down with suspicious eyes. Thank god. He’s tired. Immortally tired. Something old and soft plays from the other room. He could hear the song’s lyrics if he focused, but he tunes into the beat of MJ’s heart instead. Somehow, it’s even more soothing.
“Come and sit down,” she says.
Peter follows her to the couch, far less familiar than the one he sat on with May. Still, he associates the darkness of the room and the comfort of his seat with being taken care of. He wrings his hands.
“Sorry for just showing up,” he tells the carpet between his socked feet.
“It’s ok.”
“We buried Tony today.”
“Oh.”
He doesn’t know he’s crying until MJ’s arms wrap around his shoulders in a tentative hug. Shameless, Peter twists and presses his face against her neck, weeping into her skin. She hugs him tighter, bringing one leg up onto the couch to make it easier to hold him close. His hands scrabble at the back of her long-sleeved shirt. Over ugly moans, he catches the sound of her sweetly shushing him as her fingers rake through the back of his hair and pet his neck.
“It’s ok, it’s gonna be ok. It’ll be ok, Peter. Today’s the hardest day. It’s alright. Get it out. Or you don’t have to think about it if you don’t want to. But if you do, that’s good. No, don’t be embarrassed. It’s ok, you’re alright. I’ve got you. I know. It’s ok that it’s hard. Are you thinking about your uncle? Of course I know about that. Shhh. It’s ok. It just means you cared about Stark. I bet you were really important to him too. Everything’s gonna be alright. It’s over now. All the bad stuff is behind you, Peter. You’re ok. I’m here.”
Her words go on and on. Peter doesn’t know for how long, except that it’s almost as long as he cries. MJ holds him together so he can’t break apart while he feels all of this. Hiccupping with stress and sadness and embarrassment, he tries to apologize, but she just shushes him some more. When the tears finally slow, he looks at her. Quickly, she’s up from the couch, getting him a drink and dragging a blanket over his shoulders on her way back.
“You’ll give yourself a headache,” she says, shrugging off the plain kindness of a glass of water. “Crying always gives me a headache.”
“What do you cry about?”
What a dumb way to make conversation, Peter thinks. Morbid and too personal. Sipping his water, he’s confused to see his question make MJ blush and dart her eyes away from his.
“Dumb stuff.”
“I don’t think anything you could think about would be dumb.”
“Thanks, Peter,” she says, looking surprised. “It’s just, you know, crying over things I don’t have.”
“I hope you get those things.”
She gives him a funny look, but it’s gone by the time he takes a tissue from the box she’s placed at his feet and blows his nose.
“I think about him everywhere,” Peter groans in frustration. See how sheer annoyance works at keeping the misery down. MJ hums like she’s agreeing with him, then stops abruptly. “I’m sorry,” he says again. “I can’t believe I just came over and―”
“It’s seriously ok. I mean it. Let’s not do that asinine adult thing where social etiquette demands that we go back and forth without actually asserting our needs,” she rants, pulling her knee up to her chest and gripping it with both hands. “Be here, be sad, and stop worrying about it.”
It’s amazing to him how much softer MJ is one-on-one. Still assertive to the point of occasional curtness, but unexpectedly attentive. He hopes she doesn’t cry often. He hopes consoling others is something she’s naturally good at, not because she’s had a lot of practice. Nobody deserves a life full of grief.
Peter splashes water in his face in the bathroom and means to tell her he’s gonna go. He’s worn himself out with crying. Instead, he sits back down on the couch. She was looking up at him. He doesn’t want to go yet. May thinks he’ll be at Ned’s all night. Like she knows his aunt’s plan from earlier, MJ puts the TV on in the background. What she doesn’t do is flee to the opposite end of the couch. She stays near him, looking straight ahead to give him privacy because she is apparently a deeply decent person.
He follows up the mystery of how he ended up here rather than at Ned’s with the mystery of how he and MJ are sitting apart one minute and have their arms touching the next. They go from that to her hand slipping into his. (Her heart speeds up―wait, does she care about him as more than a friend?)
From that to his head dropping sideways onto her shoulder.
To MJ’s cheek against the top of his head.
To sleep.
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Together Without You: Chapter Six
Never before have you had a shift at work feel that painful. It was a Sunday brunch and not only was the bar completely filled, but the restaurant was packed to the brim. Every Mom and her child was waiting to eat eggs at this shitty restaurant. Along with the group of housewives were the day drinkers who pled for seats at the bar. You ignored their pleas and watched the clock, waiting for 3:00 to come. Time went by as slowly as expected, especially with your eyes stuck on the hands moving at a snail’s pace. When the time finally came, you threw your apron into the kitchen, gave Gus a small smile and left. Your car was rapidly swinging out of the parking lot as you made your way back to your apartment. When you got there, you raced into your room, stripped down to your bra and panties and collapsed on your bed. You let yourself sink into the mattress as your mind began to finally relax, that was, until you heard a knock.
“Hey, it’s me,” It was Maria.
“Come in.” You mumble. She walks in and bursts out in a laugh.
“Looking good, Mamma,” She laid down beside you. “Is it weird that I still have my shirt and pants on?”
You snickered, “Only if you let it get weird.”
“Shit, I guess it’s weird now.” You smile and roll your eyes at your friend as she laughs. “How was work?”
You let out a sigh, “Shitty. How was homework?”
“Also shitty. There is no way to make chemistry suck less.” She rolled over onto her side to face you. Her eyes met your slightly raised belly and she smiled, “You’re finally starting to show a little bit.” You lift up your head and acknowledge the bump and give a light tap.
“I’m only eight weeks along so there’s anything there. The only way I feel pregnant is that my pants are starting to get a little tight.”
“But that’s all part of the fun! You can eat whatever the hell you want now.” You snicker and lay back into the bed.
“I guess,” You then look at the clock and see it is already 3:45. “Shit, I gotta get going.” You hop off the bed and begin to look through your dresser.
“Where are you going?” You forgot to tell Maria.
“Nikki asked me to come to his rehearsal yesterday after the doctor’s appointment and I’m supposed to have him pick me up in fifteen minutes.” Maria sat up on the bed.
“So you’re seeing Nikki again?” You look over at Maria to see her giving you a coy smile.
“Yeah… Why are you saying it like that?” You say as you feel for a pair of jeans.
“It’s the second day in a row and last time we talked you hated him.”
“I never said I hated him,” You find a pair of jeans and begin to put them on. “He’s the father of my child, I can’t hate him.”
“But that doesn’t mean you have to spend every waking minute with this guy,” You roll your eyes.
“It’s all for the baby and you know that,” You grab the first shirt you find, “Besides he’s not really my type anyway.” You hear a sigh come out of Maria’s mouth.
“Sure, tall, dark, and handsome isn’t anyone’s type.” You finally turn to face her.
“Not that,” You run a hand through your hair, “It’s guys who are careless and don’t think ahead.”
“I know I know,” She stood up off the bed and her voice got a little quiet, “I just want you to be careful.” You put your hand on her shoulder and smile.
“I am Maria,” You then snicker before placing a hand on your belly, “As careful as I can be at this point.” She smiles before taking a step away. You look at your clock and see it’s 4:00, at that, you hear a car horn.
“Fuck, ok. I’ll be back here at some point” You began speed walking out of the room and out of the apartment.
“Have fun,” Maria said, winking as you walk out the door. Nikki was waiting in his car. He watched you step down your steps, letting his eyes wander up your legs. You cannot help but let your cheeks flush as you walk up to the car door.
“Hey.” You say as you open it.
“Hey.” He watches you get in and sit down, “Ready to go?” You nod and he speeds off. There is a silence in the car. You both have no idea what to talk about. You let your eyes look out the window before trying to converse with this man.
“So where is this place?”
“In West Hollywood.” He was curt today.
“Cool.” Was all you could say.
He parked the car at a building you had never seen before. You get out of the car, walk up the steps and open the door. Immediately, you are blasted with a barrier of sound. You look a little startled by the noise and Nikki lets out a small laugh. You follow the heavy guitar to a room with many windows. Nikki opens the door to see all the eyes in the booth face you.
“Who’s this, Nikki?” A small but wide older man asks you.
“A friend.” He answers for you. You find it hard to make eye contact with this man. When you finally get the courage to look up, you notice him roll his eyes. He then walks over to the recording booth and presses a button.
“Nikki’s here.” You then look at the windows and notice all the guys look up at Nikki and then at you. You give a small wave.
The guys begin to whisper to themselves as the two of you enter the recording area. You are immediately hit with the smell of cigarettes and weed. You try not to make a face as you give Nikki a curt smile. This all was beyond anything you had ever seen. The amount of instruments in one room was truly amazing to you.
“This is really cool.” You look around at your surroundings, never having seen such a room before.
“I just wanted to show you what I actually do.” There was a subtle bite to his words. He knew you looked down on his profession.
“Well, it’s really something.” You let your eyes finally wander to the other people in the room. They looked like they recognized you from the way their eyes were watching you. You clear your throat, “Hi, I think we’ve met. I’m (Y/N).”
“How could I forgot you beautiful,” The man you remember to be Vince said, looking you up and down. “How’s the baby?” You still feel discomfort at this question.
“Good, healthy.” You kept the answer short. Noticing your awkwardness, the older man chimed in.
“Nikki, want to play her a song?” You were intrigued. You had never heard one of their songs before.
“Hell yeah. Something from the new album?” All the guys agreed and they started setting up their instruments. Nikki grabbed his bass and began tuning.
“So, (Y/N), do you rock?” The drummer asked with a goofy grin spread across his face. You shrug your shoulders lightly.
“I definitely like rock, but I prefer The Smiths and The Cure a bit more than heavy rock.” There was a silence in the air as the goofy grin fell and Tommy gave Nikki a look. Nikki pretended not to notice.
“Maybe this will change your mind.” And at that, the drummer began playing a piano riff. It was simple, in C major but something about it was hauntingly beautiful. Suddenly the 7th was added in and then a minor. Vince began singing about being a dreamer and his heart of gold. You were drawn in as it did not seem to be as heavy as you expected. Then, Tommy stepped away from the piano and the guitar came in. This part was “heavy” as they called it. And you really liked it. More than you expected. You look over at Nikki and see him staring at you, waiting for your reaction. Your eyes lingered on each other. He really did look handsome holding that bass. His arms were flexed because of the instrument in his hands. There was a sense of passion that you had only seen a few times gleaming from his eyes. You couldn’t help but smile. He looked away and at Mick before banging his head to the beat. Once the guitar solo began, you knew you were hooked. And as quickly as the song began, it was over. You felt your hands instinctively come together to clap. Your eyes immediately went back over to Nikki and you saw him giving one of his rare smirks and made you feel a way that you did not want to think about.
“That was amazing.” You gush, feeling like one of the groupies that you’ve heard about around the rock scene.
“Glad you liked it hon,” Vince says, immediately letting his flirty persona take him over. You look over at Nikki, looking for another reaction upon his face. He was stone cold again and staring off. You watch where his gaze is wandering and you see nothing. His eyes were so focused on nothing and it confused you. There was silence, as you and the guys all waited for a response from Nikki, but nothing came. Your stomach sank slightly before you cleared your throat. You needed to get a bit of space from him.
“Do you guys know where I can find the bathroom?” You say like a child.
“I’ll show you.” Nikki pipes in, motioning for you both to leave the recording area. You did not want to go with him. You begin to walk faster than him out of the booth and into the hallway. “Where the fuck are you going?” He says, slightly jogging after you.
“The bathroom.” You say as curtly as he was saying before.
“You don’t need to run there.” He says under his breath. You stop and turn toward him.
“What’s wrong with you?” He looks confused, “Yesterday you were kind to me and today you’re acting like I don’t exist. What the hell is up with that?” He looks off to the side as absentmindedly as he was before.
“You can’t tell?” He said, letting an oddly playful smirk touch his lips.
“Tell what?” You cross your arms.
“I’m fucking high (Y/N).” He turned back toward you. You saw it now. His eyes, face, and actions all meant something now.
“You’re fucking high?” Your voice begins to rise, “And you let me drive in the fucking car with you?”
“It’s not a big deal, we both made it here in one piece.” You were shocked.
“That’s not the point Nikki, we could have died.” You throw your arms in the air. “What if the baby was with us? They could have died too.”
“You’re overreacting.” His voice is starting to rise too.
“I’m overreacting? You’re acting like a fucking idiot.” You scream at him.
“You can’t talk to me like that, you bitch.” He screams back at you.
“Don’t call me a bitch.” Your voices were filling up the hallway.
“Then stop acting like one.”
“Fuck you Nikki, I’m leaving.” At that, you storm down the hallway and out the door. You step down the stairs and begin angrily making your way home. You look at the sky and see the sun is beginning to set. Perfect. That’s all you needed right now: to be pregnant and walking home in the dark. Great. You made it a few blocks before you heard a car pull up beside you. You look over, expecting to get robbed but instead see Nikki. You quickly look away and continue to walk. He pulls in front of the sidewalk so you cannot cross. He then rolls down the window.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” You cannot look at him.
“Home.”
“You can’t walk home.” You roll your eyes.
“Watch me.” You begin to take a step around his car. At that, Nikki puts the car in park and hops out the side. “Get away from me Nikki.” You scowl at him and turn your body away.
“No.” You are fully turned away from him, watching the night sky begin to come out. You hear him sigh. “I know I acted like a jerk.”
“That’s one way of putting it.” You whisper under your breath.
“That was wrong of me and I’m sorry.” You turn back toward him to see his arms crossed and see his eyes off to the side.
“That was the shittiest apology I think I’ve ever heard.” He now looks at you, pissed.
“What the fuck do you want me to say.” He was now getting worked up.
“I want you to mean it.” He sighs and runs a hand through his long dark hair. He frustrated the hell out of you.
“I’m sorry I was high and drove you to the recording studio.” You look at him, waiting for more. He clears his throat and continues. “And that I was high in the recording studio and said shitty things to you.” You were ok with this response, you begin to open your mount to say something when he continues. “I just don’t know how to act around you. I don’t usually hang out with girls like you and it honestly scares me that you might actually care.” That last bit caught you off guard. You might actually care? Where does he get off saying something that absurd? You look up at his eyes and this time he isn’t avoiding your gaze. He is staring intensely back at you. You feel your previous thoughts of anger leaving as he reached out and touched your shoulder. The skin where his fingers were tingled. “And I am happy that my child is going to have such a caring mother.” At that he turns away, ready to get back in the car. His hand leaves your shoulder but the tingling does not stop.
Then, something snaps within you.
You reach out and grab his hand. He stops in his tracks and looks back at you. No other thoughts are going through your mind at this moment, all you can think about is him. You then pull him toward you and he easily slips out of his spot on the sidewalk. Now, you two are face to face and for the first time all day, his eyes were perfectly clear. You feel your weight change to your toes as you lean up and lightly let your lips grace his. You began to pull away but his hand grabs your cheek and pulls you in close. You gasp and his lips are on yours. Suddenly, it was no longer nighttime in the middle of a busy Los Angeles weekday, it was his bedroom all those weeks ago. It was just the two of you and the mistakes of the past, present and future seemed to mean nothing.
For now, at least they meant nothing.
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The Tower: The Queen of Asgard - 17
The Tower: The Queen of Asgard
An Avengers Fanfic
Series Masterlist
PREVIOUS //
Pairing: Avengers x OFC, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)
Word Count: 2377
Warnings: Mentions of violence, death, and sex. Injuries.
Synopsis: The twins are now three and while the Avengers know that Clint and Thor are the biological father’s none of them know or care which blond, blue-eyed baby is related to which man. When Riley gets the power to control wind and it becomes evident that she is the heir to the Asgardian throne, Elly, Steve, Thor, and Tony take the twins to Asgard to train her.
Not every Asgardian is happy with their king’s choice of consort, nor the impurity of the heir’s blood. While others expect Thor to make things more official. What’s clear is, the role of Queen of Asgard is not easily filled.
Author’s Note: Written with the fert mother @fanficwriter013
Chapter 17: The Fight for His Life
Thor was still sleeping soundly with his head on my lap and his daughter draped over him with her mouth hanging open as she slept along with him when Natasha returned. She still looked a little stressed and no one really said anything while she helped herself to food from the carts. She sat down next to Wanda and started to eat.
“Looks like Pietro is asleep.” She said gesturing to Pietro who had started to sag over Clint’s head as he sat on his shoulders.
“I’ve got him,” Steve said, going over and gathering him up in his arms. He came past Thor and scooped up Riley too and took both the kids to their room. Thor stirred when Riley was taken off him and sat up stretching.
“What time is it?” He asked.
“Almost time,” Loki replied. “You should go and prepare.”
He nodded and stood, heading into the bedroom. I hugged myself as I watched him and looked for a topic to talk about that might take my mind off it.
“Bucky’s still punching things?” I asked.
Natasha nodded. “I tried to get him to come back, but he wasn’t listening.”
“Why’s he so upset? I would have thought this was a good thing. It might mean he gets to keep us.” I said.
She took a deep breath and chewed slowly on her food before swallowing. “I think it’s like the arm. He had this obvious solution to a problem that had been plaguing him but he never thought about it. Now here he had a solution to something huge and he’s upset it was never offered to him.”
“It’s not like we knew though,” I said.
“I guess he just thinks it should have been looked into. That Thor was just sitting on this knowledge.” Natasha said.
“That’s not what happened,” I said. “Thor didn’t know and what? Now he has to go into a fight to the death thinking Bucky hates him?”
“What I can’t be angry at someone I love?” Bucky snapped. I jumped and turned in my chair. He was standing in the door scowling, while Volstagg stood behind him.
“You can keep it to yourself until he comes back safe, Buck,” I said, frowning. “You’ll only be angrier with yourself if this is what you hold onto and it ends up being the last time you see him.”
Bucky came inside and folded his arms over his chest. “I’m going to be there.”
“Yeah, because watching him die while you’re pissed at him is going to make it better.” I scoffed.
“He’s not going to die, Elise.”
“You don’t know that, Bucky. Chances are in his favor. But none of us know what’s going to happen until it happens and I don’t want anyone here saying horrible things and feeling that way when he goes into this. Because his feeling guilty isn’t going to make it easier for him.” I snapped, turning in the chair to look at him. “And if he doesn’t come out, you’ll hate yourself. You know you will. You’ll hate yourself for holding on to that. You want to bond with Thor, don’t you? Tell him. Tell him that’s what you want. Don’t be angry it hasn’t happened yet. Be happy that it can now.”
“Well, of course, I want to bond,” Bucky said, running his hands through his hair. “It’d give me an end to my life that I don’t know for sure is gonna happen.”
“Is that the only reason you want to?”
He dropped his eyes and shook his head. “No.”
“So tell him. Tell him so he doesn’t go into that arena thinking he ruined things.” I implored, a tear rolling down my cheek. “Tell him in case you lose him and never get another chance to say it.”
Bucky sighed and gave a nod. “Where is he?”
I pointed to his room and Bucky shoved his hands in his pockets and huffed off in that direction.
Steve returned from putting the kids down and a little after him, Bucky and Thor came out. Thor was dressed in armor and his winged helmet. Mjolnir was clutched in his hand, as Bucky walked beside him. Loki stood. “It is time, brother.”
I jumped up and ran over to him, wrapping my arms around his waist and burying my face in his chest. “I love you.” I murmured against him.
He rubbed my back and nuzzled into my hair. “I love you too. I will return.”
“Which of you will be attending?” Loki asked.
“I’m coming,” Steve said, standing.
“Yeah, me too,” Clint said standing up.
“Yeah, I hate it,” Sam said, getting to his feet. “But I’m going to support my beefy boyfriend. One of my many beefy boyfriends.”
“The rest of you, please take care of each other and the children,” Thor said.
“Don’t worry,” Natasha said. “We have the heaviest hitters here.”
“Good,” Thor said and gently pried me away from him. “I’ll be back soon. It should only be an hour.”
I swallowed and nodded. “Good luck.”
“I don’t need it,” he said and kissed my cheek. “But thank you.”
Thor looked over at Sif. “I’ll stay here,” she said and looked over at the warrior three. “One of you three idiots will have to stay for the children too.”
Fandral made a sweeping bow. “I shall be your idiot.”
“How will you pull yourself away from your sometimes darling?” Sif teased. “Or are you two in a spat?”
“My goodness, Lady Sif. You do like living on the edge.” Fandral shot back. Sif shrugged. “Good luck, Thor. We shall celebrate upon your victory.”
“Yes, a huge feast. Bottomless ale.” Thor said as the group headed out.
I sunk down into the couch and started picking at my nails. Wanda took my hands. “Stop that. Smell the nice Wanda hair.” I sighed and nuzzled into her hair and inhaled deeply. “You could braid the nice Wanda hair if you like.”
“Okay,” I said sitting back.
“Okay?” Wanda said turning so her back was to me. “Yay.”
I started carefully teasing her hair into sections and twisting them together. It was actually a nice meditative action. Plus it kept my hands busy.
“So an hour, Sif?” Natasha asked.
“At least,” Sif answered. “No more than two. Most of it will be ceremony though.”
I felt myself tensing up and my heart began to pound. Wanda sent me a wave of warm energy, instantly making me relax. “Thank you, beautiful.” I hummed and finished up her hair. “There you go.”
She snuggled back in against me, but I kept looking up at the door like I expected someone to come in with bad news. I couldn’t quite relax and my head wouldn’t let go of the worst outcome.
“It’s going to be fine, El,” Natasha said. “Don’t make me come over there with this weird tofu stuff.”
“What are you gonna do? Choke me with it?” I asked.
She smirked. “I might.”
I looked over at Bruce. He was wringing his hands compulsively and his eyes kept flicking around the room. There was the faintest ting of green around his neck too.
“How are you doing, B?” I asked.
“I’m here.” He answered, his voice strained.
“Come have some cuddles,” I said.
He shook his head. “He’s right here.”
“He likes cuddles,” I said. “It’ll help.”
Bruce gestured to Fandral and Sif. “They don’t know him. He doesn’t know them.”
“Forget about them. They’re not going to provoke him.” I said patting the free space next to me. “He knows me.”
Bruce took a deep breath and moved over to sit beside me. I reached up and ran my fingers through the back of his hair. He shivered a little and lay down curling up with his head in my lap.
“I know you’re both scared. It’s probably good he’s ready if we need him.” I said.
Bruce made a small noise and I leaned down and kissed his temple and went back to stroking his hair.
We sat quietly for a little while. Wanda playing with my hair while I played with Bruce’s. Natasha finished eating and sat back with her feet on the coffee table. “So who have you been assigned to?” She asked Fandral.
“In general?” Fandral asked. Natasha gave a curt nod. “It changes. I usually stay with the children. Despite what the Lady Sif would have you believe.”
“And what do you do with my kids?” She asked.
“Mostly I stand by the door so that none enter or leave without clearance. When they are in Loki’s care I will play with the princess to keep her entertained when she loses interest in Loki’s books. When the princess had her lesson with Thor, I was teaching the little prince to ride.” Fandral explained.
Natasha made a tch noise and tapped her foot on the edge of the coffee table. “What makes you qualified to take care of my kids?”
Fandral shrugged. “I’m not sure I am. But I grew up with Thor and he trusts me. I think that’s the thing he’s most concerned about now.”
“Yeah, well. I’m not so sure about that.” Natasha scowled.
I laughed. “He’s fine, Nat. Both the kids like him. I like him. Thor likes him. He’s probably the only person other than the kids Loki can stand being around for more than an hour.”
“They’re not doing anything inappropriate in front of my children are they?” Natasha asked.
I chuckled and shook my head. “They barely even talk to each other in front of the kids. Going off how they interact in public, you’d think they weren’t doing anything inappropriate behind closed doors either.”
“How dare you, your highness? I assure you we do many inappropriate things behind closed doors.” He teased, feigning offense. He then stopped and looked at me seriously. “Please don’t tell Loki I said that.”
Natasha looked him over again. “Okay. You have permission to watch my children.”
Fandral bowed. “Thank you, my lady.”
The room fell silent again. The longer the others were gone, the thicker the tension in the room got. Natasha started tapping her foot in an erratic pattern on the coffee table, and Bruce got tenser and tenser, the green creeping up his neck until he sat up and started wringing his hands again.
“I hope it’s over soon,” I said, rubbing my eyes with the balls of my hands.
“It is.”
I spun to see Loki holding the door open. Thor limped in behind him. He was covered in blood with a few obvious cuts. One above his eye and some on his arms.
I jumped up and rushed over to him, putting my hands on his chest as I looked him over. “Oh my god, look at you!”
“It is but a scratch, my queen,” Thor said as the others filed into the room behind him.
“It doesn’t look like a scratch,” I said. “Do we have something to clean you up with?”
“Mead will do the trick,” Thor answered.
Fandral poured him a cup and pressed it into Thor’s hand. “Here you are, friend.”
Thor took a long drink and pulled me close. “That should have shut down the opposition.”
I melted in against him, pressing my face against his armor.
“Really, El?” Natasha scolded. “Make him take a bath first.”
I didn’t move and just made a noncommittal grunt as Thor drained the last of the mead in his cup. “He’s covered in blood Elise,” Natasha said.
I pulled back and looked up at him. “Let’s clean you up.”
“I’d advise against walking on that ankle,” Loki said. “It’s clearly broken. He should see a healer really.”
“It’s against the rules,” Thor said.
“It is not,” Loki scoffed. “Stop being bullheaded.”
“They’re making me jump through so many hoops. I don’t want to do anything that makes them doubt me again.” Thor said.
“Okay. Alright. Let’s get you to a bath. Bruce, Sam? One of you can set the ankle, right?” I asked.
Bruce growled softly. “Yes.”
“Yeah. No problem.” Sam agreed.
“Okay. Can someone bigger than me help Thor to the bathroom? I’ll go fill the tub.” I said.
Bucky and Steve moved to either side of Thor and put his arms around his shoulders. They supported him into the bathroom and started to strip him of his armor as I filled the tub with hot water and added a blend of healing and relaxing salts and herbs to the water.
“Okay, into the water,” I said when Thor was naked.
“Yes, mea vita,” Thor said, sinking down into the water.
I stripped down to my underwear and sat on the side of the tub behind him with my feet in the water and began to rinse out his hair. “This will stop the insurrection?”
“Yes. It should.” Thor said. “Elder Vasnor was the head of it all.”
“Good,” I said as I began to wash his hair. I checked his scalp for cuts and then rinsed out his hair.
“I’m fine,” Thor assured me.
I moved in the tub and began to wash his body, checking the cuts for severity. “You don’t have to pretend with me.”
“I’m not pretending.”
I ran my hand down to his swollen ankle. “I think Loki is right. This seems to be broken.”
“I’ve had worse.”
“That doesn’t make this not bad, Thor,” I said and sunk down into the water between his legs. “You fought. You won. You are very strong. We can all see it. Do you think for just tonight, you’ll let us take care of you?”
Thor let out a breath. “Okay.”
“Thank you,” I said and leaned over and kissed him gently. “Alright, soak. There are a few larger cuts that need dressing. Sam or Bruce can do that and set your ankle. Then you can stop letting us fuss and celebrate your win.”
“Thank you, carissima.” He said, caressing my jaw. I leaned my forehead against his and he wrapped his arms around me pulling me close to him. “We will be okay, my life. I promise.”
I nodded and attempted to relax in his arms, hoping that he was right.
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J is for Jacket
A little something different now! I’ve always loved Jason Todd best but recently i’ve actually started to learn more about the entire batfam and Jay himself, so here’s the inspo from that
Edit: i created a second/alternate POV part called Jay is for Jacket
This city is damn terrifying.
You’re a little crazy obsessed with it, the damn crazy terrifying bit.
Like its truly damn crazy terrifyingly sick.
Just a little though, right here on the corner of your buildings roof, with the moon hidden by the clouds above, and the lights sprawled before you, its incredible.
Four different people land on the roof behind you, coming from some other building somewhere, and you try not to move. This high up its usually some kind of hero running around trying to stop something bad.
Funny that, the heroes on the rooftops and the villains in the basement.
I wonder if that’s a metaphor…
Usually, if you keep still, the heroes move on quickly enough without even noticing you.
This time, you’re so zoned in on the lights and being still and quiet that you don’t even notice it until those 4 people sit themselves beside you on the ledge.
“Oh, oh!” You jump, hands gripping the edge so tightly as you wobble. None of them move to touch you, and you’re unsure if that’s good or bad.
What if you’d fallen?
“I’m not going to jump,” you offer to your visitors but they remain silent.
A quick dart of your eyes left, shows you a mop of red hair and a bat mask, and right, shows you a red almost ski mask hood. You can’t tell who’s beyond the two immediately on either side of you. Ignoring the non-gothamite voice in your head, you settle in with your guests and just watch.
It’s a long hour before they leave and you wonder how many people got mugged while they sat with you.
Then you go back downstairs and to bed.
“You’re such an ass!” You shout, kicking out at Dick, who dances away from you with a laugh. “You’re always bullying me!”
Dick laughs harder at that and you scowl. “You’re the worst.”
“I’m the best,” he promises, a twinkle in his eye and your heart thuds hard. He’s so romantic.
“Hey, Dicky,” you say softly and he pauses grinning to himself to look at you earnestly. “I think you’re wonderful, and you’re the most handsome person I’ve ever met, and I love that I got to know you.”
A bright blush fills his cheeks as you speak and he beams at you.
“I freaking wish we were in love, we would be so good at it,” he bemoans, gazing at you, eyes full of love, and you cackle.
“You couldn’t handle this, baby boy, I’d break your sweet heart.”
He nods, eyes serious and lips twitching.
Ahead, your building looms and as you step onto your stoop, you turn to your best friend. “Really, Grayson, you’re my best friend and you’re special.”
“And you’re mine. I suppose you’re special too, but, y’know, I’m extra special.” He grins at you charmingly and you ruffle his wind-mussed hair.
“You going to your class tomorrow?” The two of you both have classes on Tuesdays and Wednesdays and usually walk to and from campus with each other, even if it means getting there an hour early or leaving an hour late, just so you can spend some time together. Of course, sometimes you, or he, just don’t go to class.
“I don’t know, I’m hanging out with Jay tonight and you know how he is,” he says and shrugs.
You do know. You’ve been hearing about Jay for the past year, since you’d met your platonic soulmate in Dick Grayson on campus. Jay his baby brother, Jay the maniac, Jay as an idiot, broken Jay, stupid Jay, Jay his favourite sibling, Jay the best.
“Well, tell him I say that its time for bed and give him a Fredo kiss for me, throw him off his game.”
Your words bring another smile to Dicks face, your intent, and you trot up the steps and through the door of your building, offering him a last wave before you shut it. The plan is to make, eat and clean up dinner, then hunker down with your assignments.
That’s the plan.
It’s 10.48pm, you’d just checked the time on your phone, and you hear a distant explosion.
There’s no flash of light or mushroom of smoke so you figure its just another Gotham night, though you wouldn’t be too shocked if there was.
An hour later, a hero lands on your buildings roof and sits down beside you. He’s alone, the red hooded guy, which is odd but not suspect.
Your ass is cold, you should be doing your assessments and yet…
You shiver and startle when the man beside you moves- you’d both been so still for so long you’d forgotten he wasn’t a statue.
He sets his jacket over your shoulders and you whisper a soft, “thank you.”
“No problem.”
His voice is startling as well. It’s not rough and unused like you’d expected from someone so comfortable sitting in silence for so long. It’s actually- hell, what’s the word?
One minute he’s there, the next he’s gone.
Without his jacket.
Pulling it tighter around yourself, you’re glad. It smells nice, if a little smokey, and the residual warmth when he’d placed it on your shoulders had felt like nothing else. It lingers, fighting a losing battle with your body heat.
You’re never taking this off.
Unless he asks for it back.
Not even then.
“Where’d you get that jacket?” Dick asks, his eyes squinting and suspicious. “And when?”
“I stole it, obviously, and last night.” You don’t want to tell him you consort with superheroes, it’s a little weird, maybe braggy, definitely not something you should advertise. “I found it hanging over this,” you pat the round ball at the end of your stoops stone railing, “and now it’s mine.”
Dick stares at you for a long minute as you both walk toward campus. “Are you sure?”
“What do you mean, am I sure, Dicky? Obviously I’m sure.” You bite your lip. “I didn’t steal it, if I thought it belonged to someone in my building I would’ve asked around, you know that. I don’t want to get beat up by some angry guys girlfriend.”
Dick grins at the image, momentarily distracted and you bite out a quick question about Jay and their night last night, and he takes the bait.
He does look at the jacket strangely several times though.
It’s 6pm when a banging knock hits your door. For a second, you’re terrified.
More than a second.
Checking the peep hole, your breath whooshes out of you at the sight of a red mask.
Damn!
Unlatching your locks, you pull open the door and stare at him. He’s got to say it if he wants the jacket back. He has to ask.
“Can I have it back?”
Damn!
Your lips curve upwards even as you sigh loudly. Leaving the door open, you head across your tiny apartment to your armchair and pick up the discarded garment. For a moment, you hug it close and catch a teasing whiff of that just… Something scent.
“Here,” you say, crossing back to where he stands in the doorway and holding it out. “I’m sad to see it go, its amazing and I’m very jealous you own it. Where’d you get it?”
“No,” he says and you frown.
That’s not fair. But you don’t argue, since he’s totally capable of killing you and hiding your body.
“Thank you for lending it to me, I appreciated it, and have a wonderful night, Red,” you call after his retreating back and you watch him pause at the nickname before continuing back to the stairwell.
The next morning, rushing out the door for work, your feet tangle in material and you catch your falling self on the wall. There, waiting on the ground outside your little apartments door is the jacket. The jacket!
Grinning from ear to ear, you snatch it up and shove it over your arms and run for work.
Midway through the day, a shockingly good looking guy enters the store and you watch him browse the leashes and collars section for a long time before he wanders to the dog toys, then to the cat toys.
Your supposed to go ask if he needs a hand but he’s a bit rugged and controlled and intimidating and handsome and you’re unsure if you can move from this spot.
The shock of white at the front of his hair would be his most striking feature if he didn’t look up at that exact moment and lock eyes with you. Pretty, pretty, pale blue eyes.
This is what you were supposed to have with Dick.
This is love.
Or lust.
Both work.
Seizing on the eye contact, you head toward him with a customer smile. “Anything I can help you find today?”
For a second, his breathing seems to pick up as he stares at you and you force your smile brighter.
Oh boy.
Then he clears his throat. “Dog toy, great dane.”
His voice is weirdly deep and curt but you push past the strangeness. He’s a customer and they just be like that.
Beaming a smile, you gesture to a durable and hot pink stuffed elephant. “Some customers have issues with the colour but this guy is really the best on the market right now for dogs like great danes. It’s tough, light weight, machine washable and there’s a squeaker inside.”
He snatches it off the shelf, his eyes on you before they drop to the elephant and his lips tip up in a small smile. You wave him after you and check him out.
“Thank you,” he says, just as gruffly as before and you smile a goodbye. He turns, then pauses before turning back to you. Clearing his throat once more, he nabs a pen from the pen cup beside your till and your hand in one move. Quick as a flash, you feel the end of the pen tickling over your skin and you look down to see a number forming.
“Text me,” he says before rushing out the door in a flurry of movement, stealing your pen in the process.
Something about his voice at the end there, vaguely familiar.
i assume i’ll be writing another part but i also might not, my mind is a fickle SNAKE
Edit: Part 1.5 is noted above but here’s part 2!
#jason todd#jason todd fic#jason todd fanfic#jason todd fanfiction#jason todd imagine#jay todd#batfam fic#batfam imagine#batfam fanfiction
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Let’s share my coat sense you look so cold” And “I’ve been trying to get ready for like an hour and a half, because I know you’re going to look so good and I need to try and match up.” and “The first second I saw you I couldn’t get over how beautiful you were.” For Billy and a reader who’s super self conscious about her body? Please and thank you!!!
(I couldn't fit the one prompts but I fit the other two! and I know this Gif isn't Billy but we can pretend for the context of this)
When Billy first mentioned the benefit banquet that he along with Frank had been invited to as being the CEO and top trainer of Anvil you’d been excited. Billy had a habit of his good mood rubbing off on yours because really who could look into those dark eyes and tell them no?
Yet here you stood in the middle of one of the best formal wear shops in New York surrounded by beautiful gowns in every cut, color and shape known to men and were wishing you could fake being ill that night. You loved Billy and had no doubt that he loved you that wasn’t an issue.
You were a successful lawyer that would make opposing attorneys groan just hearing they were facing you. You could command the attention of a room of interns like it was nothing. Hell one of your friends was fricking daredevil and another one was the punisher for Christ’s sake yet there was times you were so self conscious being at Billy’s side because you were so far from what the public eye expected him to be with.
You were jarred out your thoughts by Karen draping yet another gown over your arm as she added to her own bundle. “So with your skin tone I was thinking maybe black or navy blue? You could style your hair in that wavy updo that makes Billy’s eyes pop out like a cartoon dog” you half smiled at your best friend’s rambling. She was excited for all of you to be going together. The last few events you both had been busy with work so the men had been forced to go it alone.
You loved going out with every one normally but normally meant maybe grabbing drinks at Josie’s or meeting up at the house of whoever was hosting Karen’s implemented weekly game night. You wouldn’t have a thousand cameras clicking in your face only to have to see the trashy gossip mags wondering why the CEO of Anvil who looked like he’d just stepped off the cover of GQ didn’t have a super model on his arm.
You shook your head in an attempt to physically chase those thoughts away and turned back whole heartedly to the dress search. “Karen you’ve got to get a red dress. You’ll make Frank do that little smirk he does when he gets to show you off” she winked at you and grabbed the red dress she’d just been looking at then motioned back to the dressing rooms “Away we go!”
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After you’d tried on what felt like a thousand dresses Karen came back to your dressing room door with one more in tow “There was nothing wrong with the last four but I really think you’ll actually love this one”
You opened the door to see her latest selection and was pleased at what you saw. It was a black a line gown with a modest enough slit in the side to be sexy but still not over the top. It had a corseted bodice with a layer of lace that made up sleeves that would go down to your wrist. You brought your eyes up to hers and she must have liked the look she saw there because she grinned “I knew you’d like it! Try it on then get out here and show me!”
You shut the door and quickly went about trying the dress on. You turned in front of the mirror and was actually pleased at the way it looked. When you opened the door Karen let out a wolf whistle that made you crack up laughing “Russo won’t know what hit him”
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When the day of the banquet finally rolled around every sour thought you’d ever had about yourself seemed like they wanted to resurface while you were trying to get ready.
You’d even taken off work early to have an extra hour and a half before Billy got home. You’d done your hair in the way Karen had suggested and your makeup was a subtle natural look that fit your style better than any of the more adventurous looks so you were pleased with it yet a part of you felt like a child playing dress up.
You turned in front the mirror yet again trying to pin point just what it was making you so insecure when it hit you all at once. What was Billy doing with you? Hell he’d tried for weeks just to get you to go out with him because you’d become so accustomed to being the butt of jokes you’d thought that’s what his advances had been.
He was so much more than just the gorgeous face most of the world saw. He was smart and driven and passionate. He either loved with his whole heart or hated with his entire being. He was fiercely protective over his men and those fortunate enough to have cracked that shell he kept around himself enough to be considered a friend. Yet he was with you.
You sat heavily on the side of the bed feeling more foolish than you ever had and wondering if it was too late to pretend being sick. Maybe Claire or Curt would vouch for you that you had indeed caught some weird eight hour bug?
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Before your thoughts could go any further you heard the door of the apartment open and Billy calling out “Y/N? You home yet sweetheart?”
You took a deep breath and quickly got to your feet smoothing out the dress in hopes he wouldn’t be able to tell anything was wrong before answering “Bedroom baby”
When he walked in the door he froze tie halfway off as his eyes raked over your body and that look Karen had described filled his eyes “You look amazing” but when his eyes met yours a different expression came across them and you cursed his ability to read you so well. “Y/N? What’s wrong and don’t try to tell me nothing is wrong”
“I’ve been trying to get ready for like an hour and a half, because I know you’re going to look so good and I need to try and match up.” you were surprised how easily the confession fell from your lips and was relieved tears hadn’t followed. You felt a bit too hollow to cry and knew you’d only feel worse if tears came.
“Sweetheart what do you mean match up? You’re beautiful any idiot could see that!” The confusion in his eyes hurt your heart as you pushed past him into the living room pulling the hem of the dress up slightly so it wouldn’t drag with you being barefoot. “You wouldn’t understand”
He caught your arm before you made it halfway across the room “No don’t do that. We made each other a promise a long time ago. We don’t walk away. We talk. Now talk” you felt tears prickle your eyes and was glad you’d chosen the water proof mascara as you pushed them back down “Billy I’m not good enough to be on your arm. All of New York knows it”
He pulled you into his arms and you immediately relaxed against his chest. When he spoke you could feel the words as much as you could hear them “The first second I saw you I couldn’t get over how beautiful you were. You were in the middle of yelling at Nelson about some cases him and Murdock had dumped on you last minute. Your hair was held up with a pencil. You were on your third cup of coffee and ranting enough to make Frankie proud but the first words out my mouth was Karen who is that? I love you Y/N. I don’t give a damn what anyone else thinks but please tell me why you feel like you’re not good enough for me when it’s so clearly the other way around?“
You pulled back to look in his eyes and saw nothing but sincerity and love there. "Billy you’re a gorgeous, intelligent CEO of your own business” he nodded then said “and you’re beautiful and one of the top attorneys in New York City so we make a good couple” you rolled your eyes at the smirk he had on his face and admitted “After the last event like this I got asked how someone like me could keep up with a former marine lieutenant”
That smirk deepened before he said “We talking bedroom here or other wise? Because for one you wear me out some nights and for two you’re able to do the damn course we set up for new recruits so if anyone has any doubts about you they need to come ask me face to face. Now you are far too beautiful to not go out tonight. The car is picking Frank and Karen up first then will be here for us. If you were still willing to accompany me I guarantee come tommorow no trashy gossip magazine will be doubting us. Ok?”
You finally nodded after a moment and he leaned down to capture your lips in a passionate kiss trying to put all he’d said into it to reassure you he’d meant it. You finally pulled away when your need for air over rode your need for him and pushed him towards the bedroom “go get dressed” he grinned before stealing another quick kiss then headed towards the bedroom.
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Turned out the reason Billy was so sure no one would be talking about the differences between you and him come the next day was him and Frank had a secret all their own.
Two public proposals in one night on top of Anvil being able to announce the launch of their housing project to put dozens of homeless vets into affordable housing over rode any other thought.
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The Chica Parade
(Hey, thanks for 50 followers! As a thank you, here’s the most blessed thing I’ve ever written. Every ego has a corresponding Chica and that’s the plot. Loosely based off this. Enjoy!)
Summary: Everyone's been acting strange lately. Strange enough for the new egos to notice, at least. There's an odd... pleasant air around the household. Like everyone's waiting for something, or someone, to arrive. It's even affecting the most stern of egos! So it's up to Yancy to figure out what's happening. Little does he know, the surprise waiting for him is surprisingly cute! And not only that, there are multiple surprises waiting for everyone!
Characters: Eric Derekson, Yancy, Illinois, Captain Magnum, Dark, and a lot of Chicas
Words: 1726
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There was an odd air around the house today. Everyone was happy, anticipating something never spoken out loud. At least, nothing was said to the new egos.
“They’re acting so weird,” Illinois commented.
Captain Magnum nodded from beside him. “Ay,” he replied, short and curt.
“I don’ trust it,” Yancy added from beside Magnum.
The three of them were sitting on a couch, watching everyone run about with suspicion. There was a certain pep to everyone’s step as they passed by. Whatever was possessing them was worrying the new guys greatly. Even the most stoic of egos had a calm attitude towards them.
Eric walked by, clutching his handkerchief and smiling to himself like the rest. He snapped out of his thoughts when Yancy called out to him.
“Pipsqueak, c’mere!” Eric quickly walked over. Yancy squinted at him, looking him up and down for anything weird. Eric merely titled his head.
“Are… are you okay?”
“Tell me what the hell’s goin’ on here?” Yancy asked, the other two nodding their heads. “Youse guys are actin’ all… funny.”
“Oh, you didn’t hear? There’s-”
The doorbell rang before Eric could finish his thought. He, and a few other nearby egos, sprang up at the sound. Yancy kept his confused expression as Eric reached over to grab his hand, gently pulling him to his feet.
“They’re here!” Eric exclaimed, bouncing in place. “I-I can show you! Please lemme show you. You’ll love them, I swear!”
Yancy barely mumbled an agreement, but Eric was already guiding him accordingly. The other two stayed planted on the couch, to which Yancy gave them a look of betrayal.
“What’re the chances he never returns?” Magnum asked as they both watched him leave.
Illinois thought long and hard for a moment, then he shrugged. “A solid 6 out of ten,” he said.
Like Eric, everyone gathered around the front door with excitement. Whatever the hell this was got even personalities like Google waiting in silent anticipation. While everyone was muttering amongst each other, Wilford walked to the door and practically ripped it open with a bright smile. Yancy flinched at the suddenness, bracing himself for the worst. However, there was nothing of the sort.
A sea of fluff raced through the door as a plethora of golden retrievers entered their home, barking to their heart’s delight. They all looked slightly different from each other, whether that be because of a special outfit or odd, supernatural-like qualities. Nonetheless, all the egos erupted in various cheers and cooed at the dogs. All except for Yancy, who stood dumbfounded at the cuddly revelation.
Eric let go of his hand in favour for kneeling on the ground with open arms. Yancy was expecting a dog to jump in his arms, only for one to… fly instead?! A dog with fully functioning angel wings tackled Eric in a hug.
“Aw~ I missed you!” Eric said, giving as much kisses and pets to the dog as he could. The dog returned the kisses with twice the amount of enthusiasm all while flapping their wings and wagging their tail.
Many of the egos were in the same position as Eric. All were accompanied by their respective canine companions in a wholesome display. Yancy, now in awe, stared at the various dogs. Oddly enough, they looked familiar to him. The fluffy golden fur, smiley faces, a tail that wouldn’t stop wagging no matter what… it was all familiar.
“So, these pups just visit youse guys?” he asked.
Eric, still very much preoccupied by the ball of fluff and feathers, responded. “Yeah! Th-These dogs - they visit every month! It’s like… like a Chica get-together!
Yancy’s eyes widen upon hearing that name. “Wait, Chica?!”
“Bark!”
Yancy snapped his head towards the sound. In the doorway stood one final dog, clad in a prim and proper security guard outfit, and as happy as could be. Yancy dropped to his knees and let the dog come closer.
“Haven’t seen youse in forever, bub.” His tone was quiet, airy in shock at the sight before him. He scratched Chica behind the ear, a small smile finally making its way to his lips.
“You’ve seen her already?” Eric asked. A security Chica was new, very professional looking too. Not the craziest dog to walk through the doors by far, not when literal angel and ghost dogs played fetch right in front of them.
Yancy nodded. “Yeah, back in prison she was a guard. Such a good girl!” he praised, giving her a hug. “Bit too much of a good girl, actually. According to some dickhead, she couldn’t punish us right. Got her fired ‘cause of it!” He scowled as he remembered what happened. The day Chica got fired was one of the biggest riots he’s ever seen. Surely, the guard that fired her got shanked to all hell, but hey, he reaped what he sowed. Nothing got her back though, all the steaks and toys in the world never got them their favourite guard back.
Security Chica leaned forward and licked Yancy’s face, her whole body shaking at the sheer happiness. Nothing else mattered now that he was reunited with his Chica. He didn’t have any steaks to give, but he had something else up his sleeve.
“Hey, bub, look ‘ere.” He lifted up his left arm sleeve. Tattooed on his arm was a red heart with an arrow through it. In the center, in beautiful cursive, was Chica’s name. “I missed youse so much.”
She stared at the ink for a moment. Then, she nuzzled her face into Yancy’s arm, letting out a pleased yip. Yancy continued to coo at the dog as she plopped down onto his lap. It looked as though she couldn’t stop wagging her tail, but who could blame her? As Yancy was reunited with his favourite guard, she was reunited with her favourite prisoner.
Eric giggled. Not a hint of Yancy’s tough guy persona was present. “You glad I showed you?” he asked.
Yancy only nodded his head, shining a bright smile.
-
Illinois and Magnum still sat in the living room, with Illinois turning his head every which way at all the ruckus.
“There’s dogs here?” he muttered.
“It appears so, lad. Quite the pretty pups too!”
Illinois shrugged. “Well, I’m not a dog person.” From around them, egos and dogs alike ran about. Barks and cheers began to meld together as a white noise he didn’t care much about. He and Magnum continued to talk about whatever crossed their mind, though Magnum kept getting distracted every five seconds by the cuteness around them.
In the distance, another noise pierced through the rest. The crack of a whip. Illinois actually raised an eyebrow at the familiar sound and looked for the source. Rounding the corner was another Chica, dragging a whip alongside like rope.
“Aw~” Magnum cooed. “Look at that! She’s just like ye.” He reached over and flicked Illinois’ hat. “All she be missin’ is the hat,” he laughed.
Illinois huffed out a laugh, smiling. “Yeah, guess so.” He bent over and patted her head. “Are you a little adventurer, too?” His voice went higher in an attempt at a baby voice. He wasn’t a dog person, but if fate would go through the trouble of giving him a dog who was he to object? He squished Chica’s face as he continued his praises.
While his guard was down, Chica dropped her whip in favour for grabbing his hat and bolting away. Illinois blinked, speechless. After, he shook his head and recollected his senses, standing up and storming after the little thief.
“Hey, come back here!” His voice echoed in the halls as he ran further. Not that Chica was going to stop anytime soon. That would ruin the thrill of adventure, after all.
Now all that was left was Magnum. He let out a loud, boisterous laugh at Illinois’ misfortune, wiping tears from his eyes by the end of it. Unbeknownst to him, another dog waddled up by his feet and pawed at his leg. There was no feeling as she pawed at the tree stump, but the soft sounds of scratching quickly got his attention.
Magnum cracked his eyes open. Before him a dog that matched his aesthetic perfectly. An eye patch, a red bandana tied around her neck, a perfectly sized captain’s hat strapped on top of her head. It was all there, but there was one trait that caught his eye like a chest of gold. One of her hind legs stood stronger than the others, replaced with the finest oak by the looks of it. It made her hobbled awkwardly, yet she held herself with pride.
“Well, what do we have ‘ere, little lass?” He scooped Chica up in his arms and cradled her to his chest. “Looks like I got myself a little treasure of my own!”
Not exactly the gold he sought out for, but her golden fur and attitude could do him well. Looks like he had a new first mate.
-
From another room, Dark stared deadpan at the sight before him. Like everyone else, there was a Chica he could call his very own. However, this Chica wasn’t the goodest of girls in the bunch. A dog the size of an elephant struggled to make herself comfortable within the house’s walls, eventually settling for lying down in a heap of grey fur. She huffed at Dark, the force of wind could have easily swept Dark off his feet, but he managed to keep his ground.
“Chica hungry,” she growled, somehow talking without opening her mouth. Her image flickered similar to Dark’s aura.
The entity, who everyone cowered before, swallowed harshly. He continued to keep his neutral face, but this fluffy dog could very well sense his fear radiating off him. A slow, cautious hand was raised, and he snapped his fingers. In front of them, a large ---suspiciously squirming--- bag appeared by their feet. Dark Chica’s favourite treat.
In a single chomp, she silenced the muffled screams coming from the bag and ate everything. Bag and all. She licked her lips in satisfaction. Her tail wagged slowly, thumping against the walls and surely leaving dents in the poor artitecture.
“Chica happy.”
Dark nodded, relief overwhelming his form. Better them than me, he thought. He walked closer and patted her snout. “Good girl.”
#eric derekson#yancy#illinois#captain magnum#darkiplier#chica the dog#markiplier#markiplier egos#fanfic
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