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A Grumpus History Timeline Headcanon Thing
The whole history of grumpuses on Snakooth is real interesting to me, so this is something I’ve been workin’ on for a few days! Above shows a simple timeline of Ancient Grumps on Snaktooth/Broken Tooth as well as a another shorter timeline of Modern Grumps who’ve been rediscovering Snaktooth.
And below lot of more info about the time periods, there’s also some extra art!
Ancient Grumpus Timeline
Year 0-300: Stone Grumps
Grumpuses have existed on Snaktooth Island long before this, but I’ll just start the timeline here as if to say “Grumpus Civilization is an actual thing now”.
Stone Grumpuses were the first grumps who were able to properly live and survive on the island. They were usually found in various areas around the island, living in small groups of around 10-15 members that either consisted of family members or any random grump they happened to team up with. Groups were led by one grumpus who’s devoted enough to protect and take care of their fellow members.
They lived alongside bugsnax and worshiped them. Like current Snaktooth, bugsnax were the primary food source for Stone Grumps (there were also the sauce plants, but the snax were a lot more nutritious). Even though they ate them, they still respected them and dedicated a lot of statues, architecture, paintings, writings, etc to them. They viewed them as magical beings that could grant any grump who eats them eternal life (which is… not true in the slightest). They came up with the phrase: “Tu Quid Edas, Omne Vivum Ex Bugsnax.” (You are what you eat, all life comes from Bugsnax) as a way for them to go “By the way without the snax you’d all be dead so you better respect them.”
it sounded a lot less ominous for them back then....
Year 300-500: The First Queen of Bugsnax
Related to their bugsnak worship, Stone Grumps used to sacrifice grumpuses (which includes anyone except the group leaders) to the “Undersnax”. The Undersnax is the collective name for many of the strange underground caverns found across the island that were filled with snax. Grumps are sent there for one reason, to appease the bugsnax. Even though they’ve been doing this for many years, nobody actually knew what happened to a grumpus once they entered the Undersnax… Until the first Snakqueen showed up.
The first queen; Stone Queen, was an unwilling sacrifice to the Undersnax. In there, she managed to still hold onto herself with all her anger and hatred towards the grumps who basically threw her life away for some weird looking fungi. And with all that intense emotion and the whole I-Don’t-Want-To-Actually-Die-Here mindset, she took control of her snakifications transformed herself into the Queen of Bugsnax.
She was in the Undersnax for a few days, but when she finally crawled out, her first action was to get revenge on her group of grumps who left her to die. She was going to stop there, but then realized how many other groups of grumps have been doing this for decades, other grumps who threw their loved ones into that terrifying cavern just to make their prey happy. So, now her mission was to make life on Snaktooth Island a living hell, which caused a large amount of grumps to escape to different islands and far away lands (few of them were truly successful in that). She also used her control of the snax to make them super aggressive and (even more) dangerous to all grumpuses they could sense.
Despite all this, grumpuses were still able to survive on Snaktooth; just as long as they don’t get spotted by any snax, the queen, or any of the queen’s loyal subjects (a select group of grumpuses who used to heavily worship snax who now chose to also worship the Stone Queen). Needless to say, life was difficult on Snaktooth during the queen’s reign, but it wasn’t impossible.
After around 200 years of ruling, the Stone Queen was a shell of her former self. Her total control over the snax was obviously slipping and she was physically rotting away. It didn’t take long for her to just fall apart, finally ending her reign over Snaktooth. Many grumps were ecstatic about her passing, others were furious, but the overall feeling they seemed to all had was fear of what’ll happen next.
Year 500-2500: The Desert Empire
A few years went by where the grumpuses lived their lives once again queenless. But instead of just going back to their old ways before the Stone Queen appeared, they instead had to live their lives in constant fear and anxiety. With no one ruling them and their previous experiences with grumps, snax have grown ravenous and aggressive towards all grumpuskind; either outright attacking any grump they sense or tricking the grumps into eating them so they could have some new hosts.
This era ended when one grump willingly sacrificed herself to the Undersnax, using her previous knowledge about how the Stone Queen came to be. She hoped that once she had control over the snax, she could pacify them.
So yeah, it worked and now she; the Desert Queen, began the era of the Desert Grump Empire. This was a time of true peace between grumpuses and snax, and allowed the empire to last for 2,000 years! Despite its name, the Desert Empire grew to cover most of the island, compared to the Stone Grumps only occupying a few areas on the map. It was honestly a utopia for the grumpuses, no more grumps falling apart into bugs, or having to run away at the mere sound of the distant sound of a snak, true peace.
But near those final years, the snax grew restless, and as the queen weakened, they realized that her control over them was slipping. So, like before, the snax started going against her original wishes and started finally giving into their parasitic instincts and wreaked havoc across the island. The Desert Queen eventually dies, and the grumpuses now realize the island was fully unlivable.
The ones who escaped the island traveled to the mainland continents, relieved that none of them had a single trace of bugsnax. This was the official start of the era of “Modern Grumps”.
Year 300-1875: Broken Tooth
During the beginning of the Stone Queen’s wrathful reign, Stone Grumps who lived near the southern area of the island were able to escape to the lesser island of Broken Tooth. The island has been a temporary source for different snax for years; since it frequently used to come out of the ocean for a few days before going back down. Grumps there believed that this was caused by a mystical being named Mother Naturae. They claimed that she was leading them to this safe haven.
Life on Broken Tooth differed slightly from that on Snaktooth. Instead of being a part of small groups, all the Broken Tooth grumps lived as one collective community. They still did many of the things they’ve done back on Snaktooth; making a bunch of impressive sculptures, buildings, and also very complex puzzles (just to show off). One lead grump was in charge of keeping everything together as well as holding ceremonies dedicated to the snax and Mother Naturae. There were a total of four different leaders over the time. The first two were well respected grumps; the first being one of the original Stone Grumps to lead grumps to Broken Tooth, and the second being a strong, wise grump who led the community for the longest time. But after the second leader’s sudden passing, a new grump was forced into the leadership position, which was most likely the cause for the island’s downfall.
The third leader was incredibly incompetent, not being able to properly lead the grumpus or actually give them the support they needed (which is understandable when you’re suddenly forced into a position you neither wanted nor know anything about). Eventually, after a few years of utter failure, they’d banished her to Snaktooth Island; which was originally thought to be a straight up death sentence because none of the Broken Tooth grumps knew whether or not the Stone Queen was still alive. Her daughter; the fourth leader, was then forced to take her place.
The fourth leader was not a successful ruler. After seeing what happened to her mother and how strict the laws for leaders were, she’d grown distrustful of basically everything related to the island, the grumps, and especially Mother Naturae. So the Broken Tooth grumps once again are stuck with an unsuccessful leader, and all that stress and uncertainty among the grumps caused the snax on the island to act more restless (bugsnax are weird and absolutely love negative grumpus energy).
During their Snak-Eye Ceremony; whenever an annular solar eclipse happens, instead of the usual act of grumpuses heading towards the pond to have one completely relaxing night, the island becomes incredibly unstable. There are countless earthquakes that caused their temples and structures to break apart, and many grumpuses were trapped inside the collapsing areas, having no way out. Outside, there was a scene very similar to the one back on Snaktooth all the centuries ago. Bugsnax were emerging out of the ground, wrecking havoc all around the island. Some grumps called it “The Wrath of the Mother”, since Broken Tooth so suddenly became an absolute hellscape. And if things couldn’t have gotten worse, the island was starting to sink back into the ocean again; something it hasn’t done in centuries.
So the grumpuses were clearly panicked, not knowing whether they’ll be able to survive this event or not. But thanks to their many watercrafts, some grumpuses were able to escape the island before it got deadly. Survivors of Broken Tooth were able to find their way back to Snaktooth Island, now that it’s ruled by a new, much generous queen, or could travel far off to different Snak-less continents. Many of them still worshiped Mother Naturae in Modern Grumpus times (see Shelda, for example), even though there’s not as many followers as there used to be.
Modern Grumpus Timeline
Year 5000+: Modern Grumps and Rediscovering Snaktooth Island
So the events on Snaktooth Island have happened many, many centuries ago, and practically everything about it has been forgotten by the Modern Grumps. Even though most of its history is unknown, the island itself is still there, and that has sparked the interest in many explorers.
There’s been many grumps who decide to go off and travel to the island, but none of them have even come back. Because of how frequently this happens, any grump who dares to travel to the island is just asking for their own demise.
Despite this, a lot of explorers still thought they’d be able to go to the island and come back home, ready to tell their adventurous tales to the public.
This includes Grumpbeard and his crew, probably the first actual team of grumps who set sail to the island. He was known for his many voyages across the world, and his final destination was Snaktooth Island. Like all the explorers before him, he believed that he’d be the one to survive the island. And this belief was only supported by the fact he was accompanied by a crew of around 50 other grumpuses. Unfortunately, he was wrong, with him and most of his crew succumbing to the ravenous snax.
However, the few remaining survivors of his crew formed the Snakolytes; a secret society whose goal is to study and keep the secrets of Snaktooth unknown to the outside world until there’ll be a way to finally have them under their control.
There was also Bronica Lottablog; a relatively well-known explorer and archaeologist, and her team. Her team faced a similar outcome to Grumpbeard’s crew. Either dying or joining the Snakolytes. However, nobody knows exactly what happened to Bronica herself.
And lastly, there’s Lizbert Megafig.
Lizbert’s Expedition
Lizbert’s team was the fifth major group of grumps to travel to the island, and (depending on how things play out) the first and only group to actually make it back to mainland.
You’ve played the game, you know what happens lol
#long post#seriously there's like almost 2k words under cut lmao#so yea again this is something i've been workin on for a while cause ooo oooo funny muppet monster history oooo#bugsnax#bugsnax spoilers#bigsnax spoilers#hope the read more doesn't break or anything cause oooo... that won't be good lol#tried my hardest to not turn these all into word salad#trypophobia#scopophobia
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Poppins (Epilogue)
18+ only! Minors do not interact!
Warnings: graphic sexual content, unprotected sex, language, oral sex (f rec), dirty talk, impact play, etc, happy tears, idk
Thank you for sticking with Poppins and all the heartbreak that came with it. I hope we can all breathe a collective sigh of relief and acknowledge that this was the only ending that was right for our dear characters. I love you all and thank you for going along for the ride with me❤️ ps- I didn’t expect to post this until tomorrow so it’s very lightly edited, forgive me
Josh’s warmth is what wakes you. His weight carefully hovering over you; chest pressed against your back, mouth humming along with tiny, breathy sounds as his lips travel the curve of your jaw.
You nuzzle further into the pillow, which feels a little too warm under the muted sunlight filtering into the room for your liking. You’ve never been much of a morning person.
Slowly though, he and Lil are changing that. Their sunny dispositions mirror one another’s and feed off of shared glee as they happily greet each new day. It is nothing short of infectious.
It’s difficult to be grouchy in a home filled to the brim with their lovely early hour enthusiasm.
“Time to open your eyes, sleeping beauty.” His voice curls across the shell of your ear, low and slow. You know that voice all too well.
“Better slow your roll, Joshua,” You mumble, eyes closed, body still heavy with slumber, “She’ll be awake and climbing into bed any second.”
“She’s been awake, sweetheart.” His lips are kissing love into your hair, lungs breathing you in deeply. “We read outside on the swing, and shared an apple. I fixed her hair pretty and helped her get dressed, and then Grandma came and whisked her away for a birthday girl breakfast. It’s just you and me.”
A smile flashes on your sleepy lips, stealing his heart away, “All that without me?”
He drops down against you a little heavier, a delicious weighted blanket of a man. “We decided to let mama sleep in. You looked very peaceful.”
Mama, mommy, mom when she’s exasperated…every iteration makes your body flush with maternal devotion and pride.
It had been over a dinner of pasta and salad when she’d first called you mommy like it was the most natural thing in the world. Picking at her plate, fist clutched around her fork, shoving a cherry tomato around, she’d explained how uncle sammy had made her angry that afternoon.
“I told him I wanted to hold Rosie’s leash,” she’d lamented. “But he said I’m too small to hold it at the dog park because she tries to run. I’m not too small though, mommy, I’m not!”
Josh had soothed her with something you hadn’t really heard through the blissed out ringing in your ears, cleared his throat, and excused himself.. You’d found him leaning over the bathroom sink, blinking tears away.
“Josh, I didn’t…” you had stumbled stupidly over your pitiful explanation, “I didn’t ask her to call me that. I’d never do that. I’m sorry, I understand why you’re upset….”
He’d turned on you so quickly you’d taken a step back in surprise, “Upset? Are you kidding me? I’ve never been less upset in my life. I don’t think I can even remember the definition of the word right now.”
Words kept in whispers, lest she overhear, he had pulled you into his arms, chin hooked over your shoulder to keep you close as he spoke, “I’ve waited such a long time for my little girl to have that moment that she just had. To be able to talk to her mama about her day while pretending to eat her vegetables. You belong here, sweetheart…you always have.”
What always stands to you about that moment of tears and whispers in the bathroom, of all places - what you think will always make you smile the hardest when you remember that night, is the fact that he never once asked you how you felt about it. He never asked if it had made you uncomfortable. Never questioned your love for Lily, he knew. He knew.
And now here you lie, cozy under the covers with your beautiful Josh pestering you with adoration and kisses, while the incredible little human being who calls you mommy shares a birthday breakfast with her grandmother.
“All alone,” Josh hushes into your ear, breaking the spell of innocence clouding your head. “Just me,” he leans up on his elbow, making room for his hand to slip beneath the sheets. “And you.”
“Joshua Michael,” you scold lightly, parting for him when his fingers begin to walk up the inside of your thigh, “You’re an insatiable pervert, you realize…a deviant.”
His giggle, huffed and sultry, somehow parts your thighs even further. “I’m not the one spreading my legs like a whore. I’ve barely touched you. Naughty girl.”
A shiver shakes your spine, driven by his words and the fingers he’s now sweeping over your panties. He is sunshine and light, love and laughter, all wrapped up in a gorgeous package that can switch on a dime and drench you in filth.
“I also happen to love it when you middle name me…” he confesses, circling your clit just to listen to you sigh. “Makes me impossibly hard.”
As if to prove himself, he grinds his cock into the small of your back, smiling against your cheek when you whimper.
“Listen to you,” he sounds mockingly sympathetic, “you’re very whiny, and so soon. Why, baby? Are you wet? Is it all slick and hot right here?” He presses at your panties a touch harder, “Would my pretty girl like to cum?”
“Listen to you,” you turn the tables, reaching back to drag your nails against his scalp. “You’re being very dirty. I think you’re feeling whinier than I am. You just hide it better. Isn’t that right, Josh? You’re just eager to fuck me all filthy and nasty in this big empty house where no one can hear, aren’t you? You want it, don’t you?”
He’s rocking into the swell of your ass now, fingers sliding over you, pressing satin into your folds, tapping at your swollen clit, teasing teasing teasing.
“Yeah,” his breath pants over your cheek, hard and quick, “yeah I fucking want it…and so do you. Cotton candy cunt is just begging for me, soaking your sweet panties, crying for cock. For my cock.”
Cotton candy never fails to make you weak, he’d called it that the first time he’d made you see stars, pressed up against the door that now stands open because there is no one here but the two of you.
His fingers have sneaked into your mouth, and you can’t seem to repress a prayer of his name as you suck and lick at them.
“Shh,” he hushes, so cocksure and sexy, “don’t talk with your mouth full.”
“Give it to me,” you pull away, longing for it to sound like a demand, but it slips off your tongue like the plea that it is as you reach back, trying to fight your panties down from your awkward position.
“Wanna taste you first,” he yanks your underwear down for you. “Want that beautiful pussy in my mouth, right in my fucking mouth,” with you bare enough for him to sink his fingers into the globe of your ass, he cracks a swift smack against it. “Tell me you want me to lick you. Tell me you want to cum pretty on my tongue.”
Your body is writhing now, twisting feverishly in a futile attempt to roll over and rip your nightshirt off all at once.
He’s having none of it, “I said fucking tell me,” he spanks you again, harder this time, groaning when you cry out, saturating the room with a needy, wailed moan.
“I want it, baby, please,” oh, how easily he can reduce you to a quaking, begging fool, not a thought in her head but Josh. “I want your mouth. I want to cum for you. Make me cry, Josh, make me fucking cry…make me cum.”
He growls out as his teeth drag over your cheek, and then your eyes are struggling to focus on the ceiling, head spinning from being flipped over without warning.
“Make you cum?” He’s taunting you now, kissing his way down to your breasts, making love to your nipples with his devious mouth. “Make you cry? Now why would I want to make my sweetheart cry?”
A soft bite arches your back away from the mattress, “Josh, baby….”
“Josh,” he whispers, tongue traveling the valley between your tits, “Josh, baby, don’t you sound meek? Like the prettiest wallflower who just wants to feel good…my sweet, sweet, sweetheart. I told you to fucking tell me…”
You know what he wants, and so you give it to him. “I want your mouth on me. I want you to lick me,” your hand fists in his hair, pulling him from your breast. “This, right here,” now you’re pinching at his plump, velvety bottom lip, fingertips pushing in to say hello to his warm, wet tongue “my pussy wants it so bad. Wrap these pretty lips around my clit until I make a mess.”
His face is buried between your legs so quickly you have to blink your way out of confusion. Just as quickly, you’re gripping and tugging at his curls, hips rocking up into his kiss while you beg him to stroke his dick while he devours your cunt.
“Yeah?” He mumbles, heavy and hot, into your aching flesh, “You want me to touch my cock while I eat this gorgeous pussy?”
“Yes, yes, yes…” you fall away into nothing sounds, mewling and keening into the morning light. A grunt as he shakes his face back and forth tells you he’s given you what you’ve asked for…and the sounds that chase that grunt shove you closer to the edge.
“I’m gonna cum…I’m gonna cum so hard,” it’s but a breath, you don’t know if he’s even heard you until his fervent nod answers back, save for the moans muffling from between your legs.
It is a warm wave that explodes over you as though you're the jagged, rocky shore. At the crest of it, you bolt upright, cradling his head against you as you pump your hips in time with your throbbing pulse, groaning like a jezebel until the walls drip with your sobs.
He doesn’t pull away until you’re pushing at his forehead and gasping for reprieve. When his breathtaking face resurfaces, it’s pink-cheeked and shining with your release.
“I’m fucking covered in you,” he crawls up, running the back of his hand across his mouth, mussing the soft hairs that perch above it. “Do you have any idea how fucking good you taste?”
He’s shoving and kicking his pants away as you pull his lips to yours, savoring your cunt and his need, all over them.
“Fuck me,” you’re clawing and pulling at him, hands flying about without care or thought as he bites at your collar bone.
“Yeah?” The tip slides, swollen and warm, against you, nudging at your quivering clit. “You want this? You want me to stuff your snug little cunt all full of me? Fuck you wide open?”
Your teeth are clenched and grinding though your reply, “Yes, fuck me…I want it, Josh. Give it to me, give it to your girl.”
That lazy drag against your center continues, “Think you deserve it, sweetheart? Does my baby deserve my cock this morning? Have you been a real good girl? Pout sweet, yeah? Make me want to give it to you.”
You turn your eyes soft, wide and wet, “Don’t you want to give it to me? Haven’t I been so good for you? Came pretty on your tongue just like you asked.”
A weak sound, something akin to a whimper, ripples out of his chest as he presses into you, gentle and slow. “Maybe you deserve just a little, huh? Don’t you, baby? Maybe you deserve just the tip, hmm?”
“Yes,” you lie, “Just the tip.”
He’s a liar too, and you both know it the second he slips inside.
“So fucking warm, sweetheart,” his mouth sinks into the crook of your neck, as he continues his relentless teasing, slipping just the silky soft head in and out of you “So fucking tight. Perfect, wet pussy, pretty and pink, greedy…all mine.’
“Yours,” you nod, pulling him in with your heels dug firmly into the base of his spine until you’re deliciously filled with him and rolling against his body like a glutton.
“Oh, you think you’re just gonna take what you want?” He sounds so sure of himself, but you can feel the resolve leaching from his frame, “Squeeze my cock with that needy cunt, then, sweetheart. Show me she loves it with a filthy little hug, dirty girl.”
You clench around him with a whine you wish you could say was purposeful, for as well as it works. The second it escapes your parted lips he’s pounding into you. Pressing into your lower stomach with a flattened palm and a hitching, “You feel me right here? You feel my cock right here, baby? So deep…fuck, so deep.” Fucking your body into the mattress as you claw at his shoulders, and gnash into his chest savagely.
“That’s it,” he grits out, huffing the words out between cruel snaps of his hips, “Tear into me, sweetheart. Make it fucking hurt. Harder,”
A growl, so reminiscent of a wild animal’s call, bursts forth from your heaving chest as you bite and suck at him, and it only serves to make him fuck away at you faster, deeper.
“Come on and cum for me,” his fingers are wrapped around the nape of your neck now, shoving your mouth against him. “Bite, baby, fucking bite. Hard. Do it.”
Sinking your teeth into his alabaster skin you let go, pulling away without weakening your grip, leaving a raised, purple and pink constellation in your wake as you shudder and convulse beneath his weight…calling his name, howling and shaking as those tears you’d begged for finally streak over your temples to chase each other into your tangled hair.
He’s lost it above you completely - cursing and grabbing at you wherever his wandering hands happen to land, his beautiful cock twitching frantically as it spills inside you. Filling you up, wet and dripping, as you both search for sure footing.
You haven’t all the time in the world, and surely you waste far too much of it staring at each other with his hands cupping your face - at last, he rolls to his side, curling himself around you until you feel safe and sound.
“You’re obscene, you know that?” You smile up at the ceiling, watching the fan as it swirls lazy circles above your heads.
“Oh yes, my love, I know,” he sighs, brushing a lock of hair from your face, “I make no apologies. We should shower.”
You nod, half sad to see it end, and half elated to get a move on for Lily’s big day. “Let’s shower, then I’ll run and pick up her cake. It won’t say Elizabeth this year, I can assure you. She’ll be in therapy over that for years,
Joshua.”
“Yeah, yeah…” his grip sinks into your ribs, tickling you gently. “Can you believe she’s five today? Five! I hate it.”
“I hate it too.” You nod, solemnly. “Talk to the science department on campus, tell them we need an anti-aging device or something.”
A laugh bursts out of him, dragging one out of you alongside it, “I’ll get right on that. Jake’s gonna be here around one, I told him his job is to blow up balloons. It’ll keep him quiet.”
“I bought a helium tank.” You remind him, toying with his fingers.
“He doesn’t have to know that.” His lips peck a quick line along your cheekbone. “I think he really might like this one. It’s getting kinda serious…well, as serious as Jake is capable of.”
“The girl he met in Lansing?” The jealousy that once might have lived inside your question is nonexistent. “Is he bringing her?”
“No,” his fingers tangle back around yours, “said today was Lil’s day and he wouldn’t draw focus from that. You know how he is.”
“He loves her so much,” now you’re choking up, but it’s because of Lily, not because of some errant territorial claim. Jake isn’t yours, and he never really was.
“That he does,” Josh nods and then tugs at you as he rolls off the bed and onto his feet. “C’mon now, sweetheart, shower time before the two most discerning women in our lives come back and discover us in a compromising situation.”
You follow after him, leaving the twisted sheets behind you, asking if he’ll wash your hair.
He turns around, eyebrow hooked like you should know better as he adjusts the water temperature. “Of course I’ll wash your hair, baby. I’ll take care of you. I’m always going to take care of you.”
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Boss’s Daughter
Pairing: Deacon x Reader
Summary: You are Hick’s daughter and you brought the entire team lunch. Your father and the team learn the two of you are together.
Walking into SWAT HQ your hand’s overflowing with bags of food. You round the corner and see Hondo. “Hey Hondo, can you give a girl a hand.” You and Hondo both laugh while he jogs over to you taking some of the bags from your hand. “Damn, Y/N you didn’t have to buy the entire restaurant.” Smirking at him, “I’ll have you know I cooked all this myself.” Without waiting for his response you walk to the kitchen/eating area. On your way, you make eye contact with the one person you’ve been most excited to see, Deacon. When he sees you he gets the biggest grin on his face, but quickly has to cover it up because no one can know the real reason his smile’s that wide. Hondo following you yells to everyone “20 Squad foods here.” You hear everyone run into the kitchen. As soon as they smell the food their mouths begin to water. “Damn Y/N, where’d this food come from?” Chris asked. You and Hondo both laughed before you responded, “I actually made it myself.” Everyone looked shocked as they saw the different types of food you made. There was pasta, tacos, salads, and banana pudding because you knew that was Deacon’s favorite. Smiling proud of yourself you watch as everyone gets their plate full of food and sits down. You follow suit before going to join the team. You look around and see the only seat available is next to Deacon, but the smirk on his face indicates that he did that for a reason. Going to sit beside his, before you say anything you take Deacons hand in yours and you both say a prayer. Not knowing that you were religious everyone looked at each other before turning to look at you two. When you were done you and Deacon looked at each other for a minute before releasing y’alls hands and returning to the group. As everyone ate you could hear their sounds of satisfaction with each bite that they took. While you were eating you noticed that Deacon had some pasta sauce on the corner of his lip. Not thinking about the fact that you were at your dad’s work you wiped the pasta sauce off and licked your finger. At that moment your dad walked in ‘What’s going on?” Afraid that the two of you had been caught you both slid away from each other. “Oh hey dad, just brought some food for you and the team!” Smiling as he believes your answer you feel a hand on your thigh. Looking at Deacon he shakes his head at you in reassurance. Before anyone can udder another word Deacon is standing. “Sir, I need to tell you something.” You tried your hardest to pull Deacon back down but there was no stopping him. At this point, the entire team had stopped eating and had looked at Deac. Your dad turned around with a questioning look on his face. “Yes, Deacon?” Deacon looks down at you clearly nervous so you stood up and laced your fingers with his. Your dad’s eyes go straight to your hands before back up at your eyes. “It’s about damn time you told me y’all were together.” You and Deacon both shared confused expressions before everyone started clapping. ”Sir, you knew?” Deacon asks his voice almost a whisper. “Yea, I knew. I haven’t seen my daughter this happy in a long time, and besides, she may love me but she doesn’t love me enough to see me at least once a week.” Deacon blushes because those times were meant for him. “So you’re okay with this?” you ask your father afraid of what his answer will be. “Of course, I’m okay with this sweetie. I trust Deacon and I know that he’s going to take care of you.” “Yea, the way you two look at each other, I’m surprised you thought we wouldn’t know.” Luca pipes up causing everyone to laugh. That deep fear that everyone would judge the two of you for being together was gone, now you both can be with each other and now have to hide it anymore. Smiling you leaned up and kissed Deacon’s cheek before whispering in his ear. “I love you.”
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The Demigod From Asgard - Steve Rogers x Reader (Part 82)
A/N: We’re officially in the Endgame now! So for all of those that have missed our reader, she’ll be popping up very soon!
Summary: A surprise visitor, long thought gone, turns up at the compound giving Steve the chance he never thought he’d get
Word Count: 3.7k
Warnings: Angst! Language! Talk of Grief and moving on!
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Chapter 82: A Chance
5 years since the snap
Steve’s mood was a direct reflection of the weather a dark and gloomy day, thick fog covering everything, even JJ’s excited mood for the first day of first grade could pull Steve out of his slump. 5 years on since Steve started seeing his therapist about depression and grief, he still had days when it felt impossible to get out of bed.
He’d hoped that after taking JJ to school and going out for a run with Scout would help improve his mood, but it didn’t. so much so that he even considered cancelling today’s support group. Struggling to see how he could be any help to others when he could barely help himself.
Nevertheless, the sense of duty drove him to attend. The small room in the community centre seeming more dark and gloomy than before. The group was smaller than usual, people seemingly having the same sort of day as him. The core members of the group were still there, including the man, Joe, who inspired Steve to start the whole thing up.
“so.. I, uh, went on a date the other day,” Joe told the group as part of the catch-up portion of the session, each member telling the group what changes, big or small happened, Steve telling the group how JJ started first grade.
“it’s the first time in five years, you know? I’m sitting there at dinner… i- i- didn’t even know what to talk about” Joe sighed and looked over at Steve.
Steve nods sympathetically, knowing the weight everyone carried around on their shoulders, the extra baggage caused by the snap “what did you talk about?” Steve prompted.
“eh, same old crap, you know how things have changed, my job, his job, how much we miss the Mets… and then things got quiet… then he cried as they were serving the salads” Joe sighed shaking his head.
“what about you?” another member asked.
“I cried just before dessert” Joe answers with a sigh “but I’m seeing him again tomorrow so…”
“that’s great” steve nods “you did the hardest part you took the jump, you didn’t know where you were gonna come down, and that’s it, it's those little brave baby steps we gotta take to try and become whole again, try and find purpose” steve sighs his mind going instantly to JJ.
“I went into the ice in ’45, right after I met my first love… woke up 70 years later, life turned upside down, didn’t think I’d be lucky again and then I met the woman that became my wife, and while she’s not around anymore it’s a reminder that you gotta move on” Steve sighs
“you gotta move on” he repeats mostly for the benefit of himself, reminding himself that it would be what you wanted, no matter how hard it was “the world is in our hands, it's left to us guys as we gotta do something with it otherwise… Thanos should have killed all of us”
Silence falls in the room as everyone takes in what he said, a few people nodding, some wiping away stray tears.
“do you think you’ll find someone again?” one of the ladies asks.
Steve sighs deeply, crossing his arms over his chest as he thought “honestly, I don’t know, maybe… life gave me a second chance with Y/N, it was rough at times and we didn’t get to do everything we planned to, but we made it work, we had our son…” steve sighs before shaking his head “it still seems so fresh, friends have tried to push me into it but it just doesn’t feel right, I feel like I’m cheating on her still” Steve has to bite his lips slightly to stop himself from crying “but that doesn’t it mean it won’t, I know Y/N would want me to be happy and move on and maybe in a few years JJ will have a mom again, but right now I’m just not ready”
A few people nodded and voiced their understanding and agreement, and to Steve’s relief, the topic of conversation moved on. For the rest of the session, Steve tried to stay present but after talking about moving on from you he struggled. He’d had the same conversation over and over again with his therapist but he just couldn’t bring himself to move on. There was something holding him back and he didn’t know what.
Once the session was over Steve packed up all the chairs and made his way outside, taking a deep breath to try and centre himself. When he opened his eyes he spotted a flower stall across the street, spotting a bouquet of your favourite flowers. Without thinking he walked across the street and purchased the flowers before grabbing his phone and dialling Roberta.
“hey Steve is everything okay?” she says once she answered.
“yeah, um do you mind picking JJ up from school today, I know it's bad and I should go considering it's his first day but…” Steve sighed shaking his head as he looked down at the flowers in his hands.
“The session today was tough and you need some time” Roberta finishes for him.
“yeah,” Steve breathes out, his voice shaking.
“of course, it's not a problem, and just call me if you need anything, I’ll cook some dinner for the both of you and get Scout from the house too,” Roberta tells him.
“thank you Roberta that really means a lot, I’ll try and not stay too long, I just need to go see her” Steve promises.
“take as much time as you need sweetheart” Roberta reassures him.
“thank you, I’ll see you later” Steve sighs before hanging up.
As Steve made his way out of the city the sun was beginning to set, the sun finally breaking through the clouds casting an orange glow over everything. As he reached the bridge over the Hudson he hit standstill traffic, looking up ahead he could see a large group of people out of their cars looking out at the river. He looked out to see where they were pointing, spotting a pod of whales swimming past.
Steve muttered in amazement under his breath, even back in the forties the chance of seeing any life in the Hudson river seemed impossible. Yet here they were. Steve sighed wishing JJ was here to see it, knowing how much the boy loved animals. But a part of him hated that scenes like this were now possible, he hated that what Thanos did actually had some good. He’d rather have you, than see whales in the Hudson, no matter how selfish that seemed.
Steve revved his bike and carefully slinked through the traffic towards the compound. The sun had nearly set when he arrived, when he parked up he grabbed the flowers and walked over to the memorial. He took a deep and shaky breath as he placed down the flowers, his eyes instantly finding your name, fingers running over the inscription.
“JJ started first grade today,” Steve said his voice barely above a whisper “he was so excited, I don’t think I've seen a kid so excited for school, I just hope he feels the same when I see him later” he sighs looking up at the sky, silently cursing the clouds that blocked his view of the stars “I miss you so much” he whispered.
Steve stayed there for a few moments before collecting himself and making his way inside to go say hi to Nat before heading back home. As he walked in he found her sitting at a table in the conference room, Steve lingering by the side as she asked Rhodey to continue to look for Clint. Rhodey caught sight of Steve as he signs off, giving him a quick nod before the hologram disappeared. Once he was gone Nat slumped back in her chair clearly unaware of Steve’s presence as she puts her head in her hands and struggles to hold back the tears.
“you know I’d offer to cook you dinner… but you seem pretty miserable already,” Steve says grabbing her attention, trying to lighten the situation.
It works slightly as Nat gives him a weak smile before looking over at him “I do wonder how you feed your son” she comments.
“microwave meals and a friendly neighbour” Steve jokes despite it being far from the truth, now you weren’t around Steve had to step up and slowly over the years learnt to cook with the help of Roberta, while his cooking wasn’t as good as yours, it was pretty decent.
“Are you here to do your laundry?” Nat says, referring to Steve’s usual excuse to visit unannounced.
“and to see a friend” Steve nods.
“Clearly your friend is fine” Nat sighs, clasping her hands together as she looks over at him.
Steve sighs glancing down at his keys “you know I saw a pod of whales when I was coming over the bridge”
“in the Hudson?” Nat asks surprised.
“there’s fewer ships… cleaner water” Steve sighs.
“you know if you’re about to tell me to look on the bright side, um… I’m about to hit you in the head with a peanut butter sandwich” she states with a tight smile.
“hmm” Steve hums with a small sigh “sorry force of habit” he apologises as he moves to sit opposite her.
As he sits down she pushes her plate closer to him, offering him half of her sandwich. He thinks about taking it for a second but before he gets the chance he sees a hand reach out and grab it. He looks up to see you standing there smirking as you took a bite of the sandwich, winking at him. Steve lets out a shaky breath as he watches you, trying to keep his eyes open but as soon as he blinks you disappear and the sandwich is left on the plate untouched.
“you still see her don’t you” Nat sighs grabbing Steve’s attention.
Steve sighs nodding his head sadly “only here, and its less often now but even though it kills me to see her… I don’t want it to stop” he admits before scoffing slightly under his breath “you know I keep telling everybody they should move on and grow, some do… but not us”
“if I move on, who does this?” Nat says shaking her head as she looks around the room.
“Maybe it doesn’t need to be done” Steve presses gently, hoping that this time she would finally stop.
But Nat shakes her head, tears collecting in her eyes “I used to have nothing, and then I got this. This job… this family… and I was better because of it… and even though they’re gone… I’m still trying to be better” she admits.
Steve sighs knowing that no matter what he said she wouldn’t change her mind “I think we both need to get a life”
Nat lets out a small huff of a laugh “you first” she says, Steve giving her a small smile.
Their conversation was interrupted by an alert appearing in front of Nat, she quickly swipes it aside “oh hi, hi!” Steve hears behind him, Steve glancing over his shoulder to look at the screen “uh is anyone home” as he does so he sees the CCTV footage of Scott outside the gate of the compound waving at the camera “This is un Scott lang! we met a few years ago at the airport in Germany”
Steve frowns in confusion as he stands up to get a proper look at the screen, not believing what he was actually seeing. As far as he knew Scott was one of the ones who didn’t survive the snap “is this an old message?” Steve asks.
“It’s the front gate” Nat answers her voice wobbling.
Steve’s mind exploded with possibilities as Nat jumped into action opening the gate for Scott, telling him to drive up. How was Scott here? What if the snap was only temporary? If Scott was back did that mean everyone else would come back too? Steve had too many questions he needed answering.
“what the hell has happened?” Scott said as he walked into the compound.
“we’re kinda hoping you could tell us the same thing,” Nat says with a brow arched.
“right because the last thing I knew it was 2018, not 2023!” Scott fires back making Steve’s eyebrows raise in surprise, Scott covers his mouth in shock at his own outburst “sorry, I’m sorry I’m just really freaking out and I need someone to explain what’s going on”
Steve holds out his hand to calm Scott down “okay, okay, what do you know already?” Steve asks him.
“um um I don’t know- i- I Cassie said there was this guy called Thanos and he wiped out like half the universe or something but it's been five years and my little girl isn’t a little girl anymore!” Scott says beginning to freak out more, pacing back and forth.
“I mean that’s the general gist of it” Nat admits “but we thought you were gone too, so how are you here?” she asks.
Scott doesn’t answer and continues to pace back and forth in front of Steve and Nat, the two of them sharing a concerned look as they watched him. Scott muttered to himself as he tried to comprehend everything, Steve knew he needed to give him some time but he was dying to have some answers. He needed to know if you were out there somewhere.
“Scott, are you okay?” Steve asked finally getting Scott to stop pacing.
“yeah” Scott nods, his voice still trembling as he ran his hands down his face “have either of you guys studied quantum physics?” he asks suddenly.
“only to make conversation” Nat admits, Steve looking over at her in surprise.
Scott points over to her “all right so, five years ago, right before… Thanos… I was in a place called the quantum realm, the quantum realm is like its own microscopic universe, to get in there you have to be incredibly small” Scott explains “Hope, she’s my- um- she was my- she was supposed to pull me out and then Thanos happened and I got stuck in there”
Steve sighs deeply dropping his head, the hopes he had that the snap was temporary and you were out there somewhere right now completely dashed. Scott was one of the ones who survived, he never disappeared in the first place.
“I’m sorry that must have been a very long five years,” Nat says sympathetically.
“yeah but that’s just it, it wasn’t,” Scott said shaking his head “for me it was 5 hours, see the rules of the quantum realm aren’t like they are up here, everything is unpredictable, is that anybody’s sandwich? I’m starving” Scott asks pointing over to Nat’s sandwich.
“Scott” Steve says as he walks past him to grab the sandwich “what are you talking about?” he asks completely lost on what Scott was saying.
“so” Scott starts, his voice muffled by the mouthful of sandwich “what I’m saying is, time works differently in the quantum realm, the only problem is right now, we don’t have a way to navigate it” Scott explains beginning to pace again “but what if we did? I can’t stop thinking about it, what if we could somehow control the chaos and we could navigate it? what if there was a way that we could enter the quantum realm at a certain point in time but then exit the quantum realm at another point in time, like… like before Thanos” he finishes.
“Wait,” Steve said holding up his hand as he tried to comprehend what Scott was suggesting “are you talking about a time machine,” Steve asks struggling to believe it.
“no, no of course not, no not a time machine,” Scott says shaking his head “this is more like a…” Scott says gesturing with his hand as he tries to think of something else “yeah like a time machine, I know its crazy, its crazy, but I- I- can’t stop thinking about it, there’s gotta be… some way… it's crazy” Scott sighs in defeat looking down at the floor.
“Scott, I get emails from a raccoon so nothing sounds crazy anymore” Natasha states in an attempt to comfort him.
“so who do we talk to about this?” Scott asks.
“Stark seems like the best bet,” Steve says with a sigh glancing over at Nat.
“do you think he’ll be up for it?” Nat asks unconvinced.
“maybe but it's worth a shot, I’m supposed the be going over this weekend with JJ, we can ask him then,” Steve says shrugging his shoulders.
“sounds like a plan, wait who’s JJ?” Scott asks confused.
“my son, he uh- he was born a year before the snap” Steve explains clearing his throat.
“oh nice, congratulations, how is Y/N?” Scott asks with a small smile.
Steve’s voice catches in his throat, swallowing the lump of emotion as he looked down at the floor. Thankfully Scott seemed to pick up on what was wrong meaning Steve didn’t need to say the words he hated.
“oh… oh I’m so sorry Steve” Scott mutters shaking his head sadly.
“it's okay,” Steve says his voice cracking as he cleared his throat “it's uh late, I should get home, I’ll swing by here and pick you guys up on Saturday,” he says grabbing his keys and jacket and quickly making his way out.
“Steve” Nat called out making him pause at the door “we’ll work it out”
Steve just nods before turning and making his way out the door.
When he got home, he quietly opened the front door aware that JJ was most likely fast asleep upstairs given the late hour. As he stepped inside Scout quickly trotted over, his tail wagging as he greeted Steve, nuzzling his snout into Steve’s hand as if he could sense Steve’s distress.
“hey, you okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost” Roberta says grabbing Steve’s attention.
Steve blinked a couple of times looking over to see her sitting on the couch book in hand. Steve nods slightly before kicking off his shoes and handing up his coat before walking in.
“is JJ asleep?” he asks as he sits down on the couch.
“yeah he wanted to stay up but I managed to convince him saying you’d pop in when you got in” Roberta explains as she puts down her book “is everything okay?”
“yeah… no… I don’t know” Steve sighs dropping his head into his hands and rubbing his face tiredly.
“What happened?” Roberta asks sitting forward and putting a hand on Steve’s shoulder.
Steve took a deep breath as he leaned back and slumped against the couch “while I was at the compound, someone we thought had been snapped away turned up” Steve explained, Roberta’s eyes widening in surprise.
“it turns out he was in this place called the quantum realm for the past 5 years, but to him it only felt like 5 hours” Steve continues shaking his head as he still tried to understand it all.
“so it's like he travelled through time?” Roberta asks confused.
“yeah, and he thinks maybe we could use this realm to get everyone back,” Steve says looking over at her.
“shit…” Roberta mutters, slumping back in disbelief.
“my sentiments exactly, it's this wild idea but what if we can? What if we can get everyone back, bring Y/N back” Steve admits quietly as he looks up at the ceiling.
“Are you gonna try? If it works and you can do it?” Roberta asks him.
“I have to, for JJ” Steve sighs shaking his head “for everyone who lost someone”
“then do it, do whatever it is you need to do, and if it doesn’t work at least you know you tried,” Roberta says reaching out to put her hand on top of his “and whatever you need, I’ll be here”
“thank you Roberta, I just really hope this works” Steve sighs biting his lip to stop himself from crying.
“if I know anything about you Steve, it's that you never give up,” Roberts says making him let out a small huff of a laugh “now go on upstairs, say goodnight to JJ and get some rest, you have a lot ahead of you”
“Thank you Roberta, I don’t know what I would have done without you” Steve smiles as he stands up from the couch.
“probably burnt this place down a week after moving in” Roberta snorts making Steve chuckle.
“yeah probably, you get some rest too, thank you for helping out tonight” Steve smiles.
“It's nothing, I’ll see you tomorrow” Roberta smiles standing up and heading out.
Quickly and quietly running up the stairs Steve crept into JJ’s room, his jungle nightlight projecting the shapes of different animals around the room. Steve could see JJ was fast asleep and while he Roberta promised Steve was come in to say goodnight, Steve was reluctant to disturb him.
“Daddy?” JJ murmured in his sleep rubbing his eyes tiredly.
“hey bean, sorry I didn’t mean to wake you” Steve smiles as he walks in perching on the side of JJ’s bed, hand running over his hair “did you have a good day at school?” he asks.
“yeah it was really fun, Miss Levinson is really nice and pretty,” JJ says making Steve chuckle.
“That’s good I'm glad you enjoyed it” Steve smiles leaning down to kiss the top of his head.
“where did you go?” JJ then asks him.
Steve sighs as he tries to work out what to tell him “I needed to help a friend who’s been lost for a while now” Steve tells him.
“lost?” JJ asks confused.
“yeah he didn’t know where he was and needed some help” Steve explained.
“Is he okay now?” JJ asks concerned.
“yeah, he will be, now you get some sleep you’ve got another couple of days of school ahead of you,” Steve says tucking JJ back in.
“and then we’ll see Morgan?” JJ asks hopefully.
“yes we’ll see Morgan” Steve confirms with a chuckle “now go to sleep and I’ll see you in the morning”
“Okay, night night daddy,” JJ says making himself comfortable.
“night night bean” Steve smiles kissing the top of his head.
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The Wolf King for the WIP ask!
Been so excited for that one and I will follow you (on tumblr lol) until the end of time to get just a sneak peek.
YOU ARE THE SWEETEST. Thank you 🥺 And sorry it's taking forever to get off the ground 😂 You can find all the previous snippets and other related goodies at #The Wolf King.
It's kind of overwhelming to look at; it's the biggest project I've ever tried to tackle and while the structure is relatively straight forward I'm still having the hardest time getting the pace right. Like I still don't know if I want most of this scene in chapter two or chapter three. 🙄 But that's a personal problem I guess 😂 Enjoy! And thanks for sticking around! 🤣
She thought of saying something to break the silence, and then thought of the disastrous meal the night before. She cleared her throat anyway.
That elicited a response, his eyes leaping up to meet hers. And now that she had his attention, she wasn’t sure what to do with it. But there was no sense backing down now.
She imagined her dinner table at home. She imagined her father’s wry, hidden smile behind his napkin when her mother disarmed even their most disgruntled guests with a bit of poise and kindness. She imagined dredging up that easy warmth, kicking and screaming, out of earlier days, and suffusing this untamed house with it.
She stabbed her fork purposefully into a crisp spine of lettuce and asked, “Did you have a good day?”
He looked affronted, his brow furrowing deeper, and she flashed him a soft, innocent smile. She brought the bite of salad to her mouth and chewed, because it was his turn, and the temptation to prattle on at his silence was leaping at the back of her throat. His eyes drifted again, fixing on his plate as he speared greens.
He said, “It was fine,” and then shoveled the forkful into his mouth.
He failed to ask after hers, which didn’t come as much of a surprise. He clearly wanted this conversation to die in its infancy. She improvised.
“So was mine,” she smiled, and it was equal parts amusing and terrifying when his eyes widened a fraction and his jaw stopped moving mid-chew: he was losing control of his dinner table, and she was doing it on purpose. “A little tiring, I suppose. I toured most of the house and then we walked the grounds a little. You have lovely stables. Do you ride often?”
He blinked once. “No.”
“Well, that’s to be expected. I suppose being king you don’t have much time for sport. I love to ride. I left my mare behind, of course; perhaps your stablemaster can pair me with one of yours. Since,” she added, when his eyebrow twitched, “you don’t ride often.”
He took a slow breath through his nose, and she briefly feared a scolding was fast on its heels; but then he reached for his goblet and drank instead. Downing wine like it was an elixir for patience. It wasn’t exactly flattering, of course, but it was better than being shouted at.
The moment was long enough that she’d been derailed. He put his cup down and stared across the table.
“Finished?”
She nodded, startled, but then the attendants were there, rotating their plates, and she wondered if she’d misunderstood him. Or perhaps he’d been intentionally clever—a glint of dark humor in that impenetrable armor of his. Or perhaps she was being too optimistic.
The Sheikah left and she looked down at her plate. There was a half spiral of crispbread beside a dome of what her brain could only supply was some sort of brined, jiggling meat. She poked it with the edge of a cracker. It wobbled.
“Something wrong?” he asked, smearing a wedge over a cracker with his knife.
He’d startled her again. Her lips tried to form something more elegant, but there was really no smooth recovery from being caught playing with her food.
“What is it?”
His cracker floated near his mouth, concealing it. Making his eyes glow as he made to take a bite. “Are you averse to trying new things, Your Highness?”
She blinked, and he chewed. Hadn’t she teased him with those exact words the night before?
It felt foolish to hope that he was reciprocating. But she would rather be foolish than hopeless.
“Not always,” she smiled grimly, and picked up her knife. She caught the meat jelly on her crispbread as it danced away from her cutlery, and gave it a gentle spread, preparing for something horribly unpleasant. The salt of the cracker hit her tongue first, and then the savory tang of the topping. She wasn’t wild about it, but neither was it awful. She said after she’d swallowed, arching an assenting brow, “It’s not bad.”
He went back to his wine.
Maybe he smiled into his goblet. Maybe she was imagining it.
She ate another, and then let them take the rest. The next course was a mild white fish with its head still attached. Vacant eyes stared up at her as she peeled soft flesh from bones, hollowing out its body to match. She couldn’t help feeling like it was some kind of portent; that if she resigned herself to the silence of that house, she would end up the same: splayed out on that table, soulless, and eaten in pieces.
Boldness had gotten her this far. Far be it from her to cower in the face of so much success.
“I did,” she announced quietly, and he met her eyes over the rim of his cup. “I did kill twelve men.”
He studied her, neither aghast at that admission nor surprised. Perhaps measuring. Perhaps searching for something left unsaid. He took another drink, and then held his goblet out to be refilled.
He said, as the Sheikah poured, “I know.”
She nodded, suddenly breathless, her throat suddenly too clogged to speak, her heart suddenly rattling. He took another drink, which seemed like a terribly good idea. She reached for her glass and did the same.
When she was done, his eyes were gone, and she didn’t have the courage to call them to her again.
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“I’m sorry it took us so long to find you.”
Kara can’t see Alex’s face from where her head is currently resting in her sister’s lap, but the way the words get caught in Alex throat before they fall out, the sob that follows, hits Kara right in the chest.
“Hey, I know, I know,” Kara says, sitting up and pulling her sister into her arms. She presses a kiss to the side of Alex’s head as fresh tears fall down Alex’s face. “I’m here now, it’s okay.”
Kara knows the Phantom Zone is something that’s going to haunt her for a long time, if the nightmares from the past three days since her return are anything to go by.
But it’s also going to haunt those who love her, those who lost her, those who didn’t know if she’d ever return and spent over a month fighting to get her back.
“I…” Alex’s voice catches on a sob again. Kara wishes there was something she could do, some way to make Alex feel better because she’s the reason she’s hurting in the first place.
“It’s okay,” Kara repeats, holding her sister close. Alex’s touch is grounding, reminds her that she’s back on Earth, that she’s back with her family, that she’s back home. She hopes it does the same for Alex.
“No…I…we had a way to find you, a month ago. Lena built a device to lead us to you, but we had to-“ Alex’s voice catches again before she clears her throat. “We had to choose, you or thousands of people and I-I chose them over you. You were stuck there for so long because I didn’t choose you. I’m your sister and I didn’t choose you.”
Kara can hear the guilt in her sister’s voice and tears fall from her own eyes. She doesn’t blame Alex, she doesn’t blame any of them, she’s just happy they found her.
“Alex,” Kara says, waiting until watery eyes look up and meet her own. “You saved thousands of people, I would’ve given my life for them in heartbeat. I don’t blame you, you’re the one that brought me home. And I’m here now, everything’s okay.”
Alex has been the one comforting her for the past few days, it’s Kara’s turn to return the favour.
“I know, but it was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do, choosing others over you.”
“Come here,” Kara says, tugging her sister forward again.
Alex easily tucks her head into Kara’s shoulder as another wave of tears soak through Kara’s shirt.
It takes a while but Alex’s breathing eventually evens out, Alex’s face dry even if she’s still tucked into Kara’s side. They both need this, this reassurance that it’s not a dream, that she’s really back and isn’t going to disappear if they open their eyes.
“Lena couldn’t choose.”
Kara’s heart skips at the mere mention of Lena. She swallows heavily. “What?”
“No, that’s wrong. She did choose, but she chose you. She knew thousands of people would die but she chose you anyway.”
“Why are you telling me this?” Kara says, feeling the edge that creeps into her tone. She’s had this conversation enough, Lena is a good person, and if Alex even implies that she’s not because she’d chose for people to die instead-
“Because it reminded me of a conversation you told me about with Kal, about how he wasn’t sure if he could make the choice you made, when you chose the world over Mon-El. Lena made that choice and she chose you.”
Kara’s heart is stuck in her throat when she realises exactly what Alex is saying, what she’d missed before as she’d been ready to jump to Lena’s defense instead.
If it came down to it, Kara’s not sure what choice she’d make either.
But Lena would choose her.
That makes Kara want to cry for different reasons.
She hasn’t seen Lena much since she got back. She’d seen her that day, after Alex had pulled her through the portal and she’d collapsed into her sister’s arms.
Lena had pulled her into a hug as soon as she’d gotten the chance, arms so tight it must’ve hurt as Kara held her back, relief rushing through her as tears had soaked Lena’s shirt. She’d held her for as long as she could, until Lena had stopped shaking and she’d had to let go to see everyone else.
She’d felt Lena’s eyes on her as she’d hugged everyone else, like she was scared to take her eyes off her. Kara was scared too, scared she was going to wake up and this would all be a dream, but it’s not a dream, she’s still here.
But since then, she hasn’t seen Lena. Or she has, but not how she wants. She wants to hold her close and tell her again that she’d missed her, she wants to sit cuddled close when watching a movie, she wants to eat a burger while Lena rolls her eyes while eating her own salad and Kara pretending she doesn’t see Lena steal some of her fries. She wants what she used to have with Lena, she wants her best friend back.
And she wants so much more.
She’s seen Lena keeping her distance, she’s seen her working in the lab with Brainy or talking to Nia. And then Kara went home to rest and she hasn’t seen her since.
She has a text typed out on her phone, ready to send, but too scared to send it in case Lena doesn’t want to see her too.
“Why are you telling me this?” Kara tries again.
“Because anything can happen and I don’t want you to waste any more time. You two have been through so much together and I just want you to be happy, and I want Lena to be happy too and I know you two will be happy together. I’ve seen how much she loves you, and I know how much you love her too.”
It’s Kara, this time, that chokes on a sob. She’s hoped, Rao, has she hoped. Lena was never far from her mind when she was gone, and she’s never far from her mind now.
”Do you really think-“
“Yes.” Alex sounds sure. “And you’re going to go over there tomorrow and talk to her, okay? She really missed you, we both did.”
“I missed you too.” Kara drops her head to Alex’s shoulder. “I shouldn’t go see her now?” She really wants to, she’s missed Lena since she’s been back too.
“No, because I’m going to order some potstickers and we’re going to have a sister’s night because I’m not ready for you to leave yet. And then tomorrow you’re going to go and tell that woman how you really feel.”
Kara isn’t quite ready to let her sister go yet either as she snuggles closer to her side, both arguing about who’s going to get up and order dinner.
But she can’t wait to see Lena tomorrow too.
#supergirl#danvers sisters#supercorp#kara danvers#alex danvers#lena luthor#supergirl fanfic#post 6x04
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What Are You Doing New Year’s Day? Part 2
Word Count: 6.1
Warnings: Smut. 18+. Language.
AN: I wanted to get this fic posted closer to NYE or New Years Day, but that obviously didn’t work out. This is the continuation of my 25 Days of Elriel story What Are You Doing New Years Day, but you don’t have to read the first one to understand this one. Enjoy! Part One is available here.
Elain wasn’t well-versed in the art of seduction.
When she was with Graysen he was mostly in charge — He told Elain what colors looked best, what clothing was flattering, what workouts were best suited for her, and he even bought all of their groceries so Elain wouldn’t buy something he didn’t like. So, she wore what he wanted her to. She weighed as much as he allowed. She, well, she did what she thought would make him happy… and it wasn’t enough.
Whenever she was with Graysen he would want her in bed waiting for him, already naked, and waiting.
With Azriel… Well, Elain didn’t know what Azriel liked, but she wanted to find out.
She kicked off her silver heels, and delicately placed her dress over the chair in the corner of the room, right next to the full length mirror. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and tried not to flinch. A reflex that she was trying her hardest to get rid of.
Her curls were slightly frizzed, but not horrible, and while her eyeliner and mascara was a little smudged, but overall her skin was pale and creamy, and the slightly mused makeup created an alluring effect. Or maybe it was the lighting. However, her bra was old and just a smidge tight, she could see the underwire poking into her soft flesh and creating an indent that looked massive to her own eyes, but probably wasn’t very noticeable to anyone else. It was her favorite bra — unlined with a cup made entirely of dusky pink lace, and just a hint of her nipple could be seen through the fabric.
Graysen’s words still echoed in her mind “have you been baking again?”
Could he really tell? When they were together he never let her be more than 140lbs, at the maximum, and since they had broken off their engagement Elain had started baking again: Cupcakes, cookies, pies, breads, and anything else that she fancied. She ate more than just the salad he wanted her to have for lunch and dinner, and she actually started enjoying food again without guilt. Elain made sure to walk everyday, and she always tried to walk as much as she could in a day, but it was getting colder outside, so her walks grew shorter.
The changes to her body were evident, but she liked them.
Elain liked how soft her thighs were, the way her belly was slightly rounded, and she liked the way she filled out her clothes.
She just hoped Azriel did too, Elain thought as she looked at her reflection. She could still picture the way that Graysen would look at her body, how he would cock his head and furrow his brow and ask if she gained weight in a tone that made her want to peel her skin off, and she remembered the horribly hot shame that roasted her body when she got on the scale and realized that she had gained weight.
Elain didn’t think she could handle it if Azriel rejected her. To let herself be vulnerable with him, to let another see all of her insecurities… Elain didn’t think she could handle another rejection.
The sound of the doorknob unlatching broke Elain out of her thoughts. She immediately turned around and clasped her hands behind her back, a position that she knew emphasized her small waist, round hips, and heavy breasts.
Azriel quickly closed the door, and as soon as his eyes landed on Elain the box of condoms fell from his limp fingers. A soft breath escaped from his lips, and his eyes widened and glazed over.
“An entire box?” Elain asked, her eyes going wide.
“Didn’t want to be caught unprepared,” Azriel said and fell back against the door. The tie around his neck had been untied, and the brown expanse of his skin exposed. Tiny hairs started to sprout and pepper his neck and chin and jaw, and Elain was certain she smelled his spicy aftershave when he picked her up, and she wondered if he had to shave multiple times a day.
“Sometimes,” Azriel said as he scratched at his chin. “It’s the Scilian in me, I think. Could be the Greek, but we never knew who my father was,” Azriel said as he leaned down and scooped the condoms from the floor. “But my mom always thought it was the Romani man that she fell in love with before immigrating from Italy,” He tossed the box on the bed and walked closer to her. “She didn’t realize she was pregnant until after she married her husband. Needless to say he, and his sons, didn’t take it well,” Azriel now stood in front of her, his large hand coming up and resting on her shoulder, squeezing softly. “I’m sorry, I don’t normally talk about my family history as a means of seduction.”
His lips twitched up in a small smile.
“It explains the great hair,” Elain said and hesitantly lifted her fingers twirl around his black strands. Inspecting, feeling, his hair as if it was a silk ribbon. “I love your hair. When it’s in the sunlight it turns raven and almost blue…and it’s just as soft as I always thought it would be.”
He blushed. Azriel actually blushed at her words, and a coy smile graced his lips.
His large, calloused hand ran down the length of her exposed back, and his fingers traced the line of her lace bra.
Elain’s breathing stopped, and suddenly the room seemed smaller, hotter, and she realized how exposed she was, and how close their bodies were.
She peered up at him under her eyelashes, and his golden eyes connected with hers.
His finger teasing her skin and the clasp that held her bra together.
“May I?” He asked, his voice dark and thick. His black brow raised just a little.
Elain gave a small nod of her head, and tucked away her amazement at how easily he unhooked the clasp with one hand. The slow drag of the fabric against her skin was excruciating, and every second seemed like an infinity as he dropped the delicate fabric on the ground.
Azriel let out a deep exhale, the warm air skittering over her sensitive skin, as he took in her body — His eyes heavy and half closed, and Elain wanted desperately to ask him what he thought.
She felt wicked and sinful and sexy to be standing so bare before him while Azriel was fully dressed.
The only scrap of fabric left was her lace underwear, which matched her bra. It was something that Elain did just for herself — She loved beautiful lingerie, and she loved wearing it underneath her clothing when nobody else had any idea, and now she loved seeing how Azriel’s cheeks deepened in color as he peeled it off of her.
“Beautiful.” Azriel breathed out and laid a hot hand on her naked waist. Elain relished in the feel of it for two seconds before laying a hand on his chest and pushing him away. He looked at her questioningly, and his eyes dropped to the swaying of her backside as she walked away from him to sit on the bed.
She crossed her legs and folded her hands primly on her knee, but a sly smile lined her lips.
There was just something about Azriel that made her bold.
“Your turn.” Elain stated. Her eyes looked like warm honey as she commanded him, and Azriel couldn’t stop the broad grin that overtook his face.
He flung his already loosen tie at her, and she easily caught it.
Elain gently ran the silk fabric over her skin, and she thrilled at the fact that Azriel’s jacket fell to the floor and his fingers stopped mid-air as over his buttons. His cobalt blue tie gently trailing over her skin, and Elain teased it over her pebbled nipple and grinned as Azriel’s eyes fixated over her ministrations.
“Why’d you stop?” Elain asked, her voice gently teasing. Azriel ripped his eyes away from her little show, and she felt a wicked tingling along her spine at the promise in his eyes.
“Elain Archeron,” Azriel muttered and made quick work of his buttons. “You never told me you were a little vixen.”
“Shame on you for needing to be told,” Elain said, and ran his tie along her breasts, fastening the fabric with her left hand, hiding her nipples from his view. “You should have realized it. I gave so many signs.”
His dress shirt fell to the floor and Elain was greeted with the sight of his bare chest.
She wasn’t certain, but she may have drooled.
His dark skin was stretched taut over his muscles and Elain wanted to run her tongue over every groove and all the divots that her eyes devoured.
“Lose the tie.” Azriel said.
“Lose the pants.” Elain shot back, not even thinking.
She never talked back before, not in her entire life, but it was worth it to see the spark in Azriel’s hazel eyes.
They stared at each other — the clanking of his belt, and then the slow pull of his zipper filled the air.
The shuffling of pants as they hit the floor.
Briefs. Azriel was a briefs man.
Elain bit her lips at his hardened length that was bulging out of the thin fabric, and her eyes took in the small wet spot. She did that to him. Fire spread through her veins as the realization set in, and she slowly pulled the tie away from her skin and dropped it on the ground.
“Socks next,” Elain commanded, and Azriel did as he was told. “Come here.”
She beckoned him with a crooked finger, and Azriel followed.
All playfulness was gone as Elain’s fingers grazed the hem of his boxers. Her mouth was just a hair's breadth away from his straining cock, and she vaguely wondered if Azriel could feel her damp breath through the fabric.
Her mouth watered as she asked, “What do you want me to do?”
Elain peered up at him with warm brown eyes. Azriel brought a hand up and tucked a strand of golden hair behind her ear, then he cupped her supple cheek, running his thumb over the soft skin.
“What do you want to do, Elain? What are you comfortable with?” He asked, his voice steady and serious as if Elain’s breath wasn’t skittering over his cock.
“Well, Graysen wasn’t very…adventurous. We did missionary, and that was it. I gave him a handful of blowjobs and that’s it. I haven’t done a lot really. I’m sorry if you’re disappointed.”
Elain turned her eyes down and Azriel ran a comforting thumb over her cheek.
“You could never disappoint me,” His voice was tender and it caused Elain to meet his gaze once more. “We can do whatever you want Elain,” Her hands ran along the length of his thighs and eventually her palms landed flat against the backs of his strong thighs, the downy hair tickling her palms. “We can do what you’re comfortable with, or we can try something new.”
“There is,” Elain bit her lip. “This is something I always wanted to try. Something that Graysen didn’t want to do, but I don’t know if you would want…” She broke off, her face flaming as she became all too aware of what she wanted to ask him.
“What is it?” Azriel asked, his dark brow furrowed.
“Well, I would go down on him, but he… wouldn’t return the favor. He thought it was gross.” Elain murmured, her cheeks burning. Azriel probably hated it too, in fact, she probably ruined their entire evening. Any second now he was going to tell her to put on her dress and tell her to get out.
“What a fucking prick,” Azriel shook his head, his hand coming around to tangle in Elain’s hair and he bent to place a slow, luxurious kiss onto her lips. “Elain, don’t judge me too harshly, but I’ve thought about the taste of you so many times — it’s kept me up at night. You smell like jasmine and honey and I’ve wondered if you tasted like it too. There were many nights where I thought about nothing else but getting my head between your thighs and not leaving until you’re limp with pleasure.”
“Really?” Elain asked, and Azriel gave her a drugging kiss in answer. “I thought about you too,” She admitted as she pulled her lips away. “Sometimes at the shop I daydream about you helping at the store, and we’d be behind the counter, and then I’d get on my knees and take you in my mouth — Right there in the middle of the store, in broad daylight, where anyone could walk in.”
“Fuck,” Azriel groaned and kissed her again, more passionately than ever before, and his fingers gripped her hair even harder. “Elain,” He pulled away from her with startlingly clear eyes. “Before we go any father I have a question.”
“Yes?” She asked, delicate brows coming together in a way that made Azriel want to kiss them.
“Would you like to go on a date with me?”
A small giggle erupted out of Elain, and a broad grin split her face in two.
“I would love to.”
His smile was a beautiful thing to behold. A splash of white against his brown skin. Little creases at the corners of his eyes. A small, teeny-tiny gap between his two front teeth that never would have been noticed if she wasn’t so close. His smile was her new favorite sight.
“Is there anything that you would like me to do for you?” Elain asked, her fingers digging into the backs of his thighs. Just a little, with just enough pressure to let him know she wanted this.
“I want you to tell me what you want,” Azriel said. “Anything — Everything that you want.”
“I want to lay on my back,” Elain leaned back onto her elbows, and slowly they moved the short distance up the bed. Azriel following her every move as if invisible strings connected them like marionettes. Once she was settled she said, “I want you to take my underwear off, please.” Her manners made an unexpected appearance which caused Azriel to smile. His rough fingers fiddled with the lace that sat on her plush hips before slowly dragging it down the length of her legs. Azriel tossed the scrap of pink over his shoulder. “I want you to spread my legs,” Warmth radiated from where his hands landed on her fleshy thighs. “And I want…”
“What do you want, Elain?” Azriel asked, his golden-hazel eyes looking at her from between her legs. His warm breath fanning along her wet folds. “Do you want me lick your cunt?”
“Yes.” Elain said breathlessly, her hips squirming.
“Say it.”
“I want you to lick my cunt, please.”
Azriel didn’t wait any longer. His face disappeared between her legs, and his scorching tongue trailed along the length of her hot core, a groan came from deep within Azriels chest and reverberated throughout Elain — Her hips moved against his mouth, small mewls escaping her throat, and her fingers tangled into Azriel’s hair pressing him further into her.
All thoughts emptied from Elain’s brain and all she registered was how Azriel’s tongue felt on her heated skin, how he lapped at her sopping wet center like a cat with cream.
His fingers dug deeper into full thighs as if he needed to grip her to drink deeper.
And then Elain felt his tongue enter her and slowly start thrusting in and out, not nearly as quickly as she would have liked. Elain moved her hips to spur him on, but he kept his slow pace, so she said, “Faster, please.” Her voice was airy and breathless, and Azriel answered her plea. His tongue started moving faster, thrusting deeper, and Elain could feel herself climbing closer and closer to her release. “Touch…Touch my clit. Please.”
Azriel brought his hand up and slowly started circling around her clit, teasing her, and at her frustrated growl Azriel skimmed her clit with his nail gently, and then he pressed firmly on the sensitive bundle.
Elain screamed as she came, her walls clenching around his tongue, and Azriel didn’t stop until he was satisfied that he gathered as much of her juices as he could.
He pulled away, breathing heavily, and Elain thought she was going to come again at the sight of him: his lips red and swollen and glistening, his cheeks flushed and smeared with her release, and his hair unruly and sticking out in every direction from her fingers. He looked wild, sloppy, untamed, and it was the more erotic sight Elain had ever seen.
Azriel was so quiet and collected — She should have realized what would happen when his restraint finally snapped.
“Thank you,” Elain said, licking her lips. “I think you should be naked now.”
“You think?” Azriel asked, raising his brow. He sat up, moving so that his hips straddled hers, and Elain took every scrap of boldness she had and cupped him through his briefs.
He felt hot even through the fabric, and Elain delighted at the groan that ripped from Azriel’s throat and the way his hips moved at her touch — grinding into her hand, and Elain gave a gentle squeeze. A warm flush spread through her body as she felt how large he was. She dragged her thumb over the wet spot on his briefs, and she slowly circled the head of his cock. Elain briefly entertained the idea of licking him through the fabric, but her emptiness ached for him.
“I want to take these off,” Her fingers teasing his waistband. “And then I want to put a condom on you,” Her voice gained some strength as she took in Azriel’s heady expression. “And then I want you to fuck me.”
“Take what you want, Elain.” Azriel said in a dark voice.
She pushed the fabric down and his straining cock finally got free, right at eye-level and Elain did her best not to drool. It was like every inch that she discovered of his skin
Azriel’s cock was not only long, but thick and veiny. A large bead of liquid pooled at the tip of him, and Elain looked at him, asking for permission.
“Take what you want, Elain.” He repeated.
Her tongue licked at the liquid and its saltiness bloomed on her tongue. She twirled her tongue around his curved head and then closed her lips over it, sucking slightly, and she knew her cheeks hollowed out.
His hand came up to wrap in her hair and Azriel started thrusting into her mouth.
Elain laid her hand flat against his thigh and slowly pushed him away, a pop sounded as his cock left her lips.
“Would you rather I use my mouth and hands,” Elain started, giving his warm cock another lick. “Or would you rather I put the condom on and we can make love.”
Her heart faltered.
She was never great at separating her emotions from her actions, and it was something that Graysen had criticized her for many times, but she prayed that Azriel didn’t notice the slip of her tongue. For all she knew Azriel was capable of separating his emotions from his actions, and this meant nothing to him. The last thing she wanted to do was scare him off by being too emotional.
“Both are fates worse than death,” Azriel said, a small smile on his face and a low chuckle rumbled from his chest. “I want to make you happy, Elain, and I don’t want you to feel as if you need to do anything,” His fingers loosened their grip and gently started massaging her scalp. “I want tonight to be about you, and what you want. So, Vixen, what do you want?”
Her index finger traced a vein along the length of his cock.
“I think we should save this,” She ran her tongue over the rounded head of his cock. “For later,” She grinned at him. “It’ll give you something to look forward to.”
Azriel smirked at her before leaning back and grabbing a condom. He ripped open the foil and handed the rubber to Elain, who unrolled it down his long length until it snugly ended at the base of his cock.
Elain laid down, the quilted pattern pressing against her back, and opened her arms so that Azriel could join her. He leaned down, placing his lips gently against hers, and propped one elbow above her head and used the other to grasp the curve of her hip.
Their lips moved against each others slowly. One of her hands nestled into his silky hair and the other laid flat against his back.
Elain felt the rounded head of his cock nudging at her entrance.
She spread her legs wider, propping her left one up to cradle his hip, and slowly moved along the length of his hardness.
His hand adjusted her hips, guiding them forward, and then Elain felt herself stretch wide as the tip of Azriel’s cock entered her.
She gasped into his lips, unintentionally breaking their kiss, and Azriel let his forehead rest against hers. His mouth dropped open slightly as he basked in the feel of Elain wrapped around his cock.
Her eyes wanted to close, to savor the feel of his cock sliding further and deeper into her, to savor the way her walls clenched around him.
If she did that, then she would have missed Azriel’s expression.
She would have missed the way his eye’s half closed with lust so that little hints of gold and green peaked through, she would have missed the way his face flushed and turned rosy, she would have missed the way his jaw slackened as he buried himself deeper inside her.
She would have missed the way that Azriel was savoring the feel of her.
Elain’s gaze didn’t stray from his face.
Once he was fully sheathed inside of her Azriel let out a breath that skittered over the planes of her face.
Kisses. Elain peppered Azriel’s face in kisses as she let herself adjust to the size of him — she was never this full, this stretched before. She kissed the tip of his nose, his elegant cheekbones, his stubbly, sharp jaw, his freckle by the corner of his eye, his lips.
The fingers on her hips dug in deeper as Azriel grasped her hip more firmly, and Elain involuntary clenched around him which elicited a moan from Azriel. His pelvis jerked forward, inadvertently thrusting deeper into Elain.
“Oh,” Elais mewled, wrapping her leg around him. “You feel so good. I’m so full.” She whispered.
“You’re so fucking tight,” Azriel said, his voice thick and dark like warm chocolate. Chocolate — the image flashed through Elain’s mind, of smearing Azriel’s chest in warm chocolate and licking it off, but she quickly tucked the thought away for another time. Maybe Valentine's Day. “And so fucking hot,” His lips dragged over the slope of her nose, then brushed over her lips, and then they settled on her neck — his lips pressing over the thrum of her vein. “Glorious,” He gave her a hot and heady kiss. “That’s how you feel, Elain, fucking glorious.”
Her skin got even warmer, which she didn’t think possible, as his words sunk into her brain. Glorious. No one had ever called her that before, but she liked it.
She kissed him, trying to rein in some of her emotions, but she still felt a slight prickle in her eyes.
“Thank you,” She whispered against his lips. “You can move now,” She kissed him again. She never kissed Graysen this much when they were together, but with Azriel she couldn’t get enough. She wanted more. She wanted to kiss him until their lips were red and bruised, and then she wanted to kiss him some more until they were drunk off of each other and their blood turned into champagne and the world turned into bubbles. Elain lifted her hips against his. “I love how you feel inside of me, Azriel.”
She squeezed his cock and Azriel dropped his head to settle in the crook of her neck.
“If you keep doing that, Vixen, I’m not going to last for very long.” Azriel groaned and slowly started moving his hips.
Elain’s fingers twisted in her hair, slightly moving his head, and she nibbled on his exposed ear. Her tongue tracing the shell of his ear. Her teeth grazed over the wet skin, and then she blew cool air over his wet skin and — his hips snapped up into her.
As he lifted his head Elain saw a spark in his eyes, something ignited in him and Elain was desperate to feel the combustion. The heat.
She knew right then and there that nothing would ever be boring with Azriel. They could do this everyday for the rest of their lives and everyday it would feel like the first time.
His hips picked up speed, thrusting into her with more and more force, and Elain tugged his head back by his hair. She kissed him, but before letting him pull back she captured his bottom lip between her teeth, and he responded by snapping his hips harder into hers.
Her nails dug into his back, pressing in hard enough to create little crescent moons, and her finger dragged down his back after a particularly powerful thrust that hit her in a spot she didn’t know existed.
She let out a sharp exhale and breathed, “Do that again.”
So he did.
Azriel hit that spot again. And again. And Again.
He hit that spot until her hot walls spasmed around him, milking his cock as her orgams rushed through her.
He pulled out of her, leaving Elain’s cunt empty and grasping at air, and at Elain’s indignant whine he pressed kisses onto her collar bone, and then her neck, and then her lips.
“I’m going to get a new condom,” Azriel explained as he pulled away from her. Golden brows delicately furrowed. “If you think we’re finished, then you’re sorely mistaken.’
He smirked at her.
“You want to…again?” Her eyes were wide at the prospect. “I mean, I can just —” She motioned towards his still hardened cock. Azriel caught her hand and wrapped their fingers together. His other hand slowly rolled the condom off.
“Please tell me that that fucker of your ex-fiance didn’t actually stop in the middle of sex.” Azriel said as he got a new package and tore it open with his teeth.
“Well, after he would finish then that would be it.” Elain said, her thumb rubbing the back of their connected hands. Her free hand coming up to catch the spare bit of wrapper that clung to his lip.
“You mean after you came,” Azriel said, and his jaw dropped as Elain shook her head - her golden curls shaking around her flushed face. He couldn’t imagine having Elain in his bed and not working to give her as much pleasure, and many orgasms, as possible. He couldn’t imagine not getting lost in the plush curves or her body. Hell, he would have died a happy man with his face buried between her thighs. The fucker didn’t realize what a vixen he had in his bed. “You’re telling me that he actually would get himself off and then just…leave you be?” Elain nodded her head. “I promise you, my vixen,” His lips landed on her neck. “That whenever you are in my bed,” He kissed down to her collar bone, his tongue gliding along the bone and into the little divot. “I can guarantee,” His head slid further down, lips pressing into the soft flesh of her breasts. “I won't leave,” Lips latched onto her nipple, tongue swirling around the pebbled peak. “Until,” The rigids of his teeth grazed along her nipple and he started showering her other breast with attention. “You have as many orgasms,” His cheeks hollowed out as sucked at her nipple. “As your heart desires.”
Warmth flooded her body at the words.
Azriel kissed down her soft stomach, onto the purple, iridescent stretch marks. One hand slipping between her legs, and a dark laugh sounded throughout the room.
He looked up at her smiling and said, “You’re so wet,” His fingers slid along her wet folds. “Would you like to try something new?” Elain nodded, her eyes glassy from his ministrations. “Get on your hands and knees, Vixen.”
Her eyes widened at the command, and she was about to comply, but a sly smile grew on her face.
“Please.”
Azriel blinked at the word, but a smile bloomed on his face.
“Get on your hands and knees,Vixen, please.”
Elain slowly turned over, stretching like a cat — ignoring her instinct to be embarrassed about being so exposed in front of him — and showcasing her full and round bottom.
A large warm hand settled on one of her cheeks and gave a loving squeeze.
The other hand was busy putting the condom on, but soon enough Elain felt him poking at her entrance, and then, even though she couldn’t see it, she knew that his hand fisted his cock by the way it deliberately trailed over her dripping cunt.
“Please.” Elain mewled, her fingers curling into the quilt.
“Please what?” Azriel asked, the head of his cock brushing over her swollen clit.
“I need you.” She whined, arching her back.
“What do you need Elain? Do you need my cock?”
“Yes,” Elain panted, pushing back against him. “I need your cock.”
“Where, Vixen, where do you need my cock? In your cunt? Is your cunt empty?”
“Yes,” Elain screamed in frustration, moving herself furiously over his hardness. “I’m empty without your cock, please, Azriel, I —”
She broke off as he entered her. She felt herself stretching around him, more so now than the last position they were in, and he didn’t waste any time — She was more than wet enough to take him, and he didn’t hold back as he thrust furiously in and out of her.
The sound of the skin meeting mingled with their heavy breathing in the air.
Azriel’s right hand gripped her hips while his left traveled up the length of her back, rough fingers grazing her spine, his eyes locked onto the golden mass of curls that fanned heavily on her shoulders and back.
He leaned forward, never stopping his brutal pace, and whispered in her ear, “Do you trust me?”
“Yes.” Elain whined, pushing her hips back to meet his.
His left hand collected her hair — the silky tresses held firmly in his grip — and he pulled her up by the hair. The creamy skin of her neck was on full display, and Azriel could just barely see the heaving of her chest, the swinging of her breasts, and he drove into her harder and harder.
Elain let out a string of unintelligible syllables, her eyes falling shut as she let Azriel take control.
“Do you like getting fucked like this?” Azriel asked, his sweaty chest hovering over her back, his teeth grazed her ear.
“Yes,” Elain answered in a near-scream. Her eyes opened slightly and peered at him through heavy lids. “Do you like fucking me like this? Do you like knowing you’re the only one that ever has?”
“Yes,” He pivoted her head by her hair and licked her neck, collecting the beads of sweat that slid down her skin. “Yes.”
His movements became erratic, as if her words were causing him to lose control.
“Do you want to come in my cunt?” Elain asked and moaned as his grip tightened in her hair. She deliberately tightened herself around his cock and relished in the way his hips jerked. “Do you want to fuck me so hard that all I can think about is you?” Something wicked unfurled in her as she saw how her words affected him: His eyes glazed over with lust as he rode her harder, no longer thinking about her pleasure, but focused on fucking her until he came. “Do you want to fuck me until I’m screaming, so everyone can hear me?” She felt powerful, knowing how much she affected him. “So that everyone knows good you fuck me?”
He was coming.
Elain knew he was coming from his deep, shallow thrusts.
His hand crept forward and started working her clit.
She couldn’t stop the scream that tore from her throat, she couldn’t stop the way she writhed against his finger as her release ripped through her. She was trapped between his sweaty chest, his hips still moving as he rode out his orgasm, and his fingers.
Her head fell forward and she saw herself stretched over his cock. She almost came again at the sight of it.
They fell forward in a humid heap. Azriel laid on top of her, enjoying the way her walls milked his cock, before slowly collecting enough willpower to pull himself out.
“Fuck.” Azriel said as he placed kisses on her damp back.
The two of them laid there, panting and basking in the afterglow.
“Fuck,” Elain agreed breathlessly. “We should get ready for bed,” Her brown eyes looked at him with vulnerability that cleaved at his heart. “If you would like to stay?”
He answered by giving her a kiss, it was hot and sloppy and had Elain writhing for more.
“Of course,” Azriel said, his lips lingering against hers. “Sorry if I got carried away,” His hand grazed over her hips. “I don’t think I left any bruises.”
“I liked it.” Elain smiled into his lips.
The two eventually pulled themselves out of bed and made their way to the adjoining bathroom. Azriel quickly jumped into the shower, but Elain made for the toilet, her face unbearably hot knowing that Azriel could hear her pee.
She stared at the opaque shower curtain, a makeup wipe sweeping over her face as she nibbled on her lip as she contemplated joining him. Her lingering self-doubt was still swirling in her head, but she gathered enough courage to ask, “May I join you?”
His head poked out of the shower, water droplets clinging to his lashes, and he gave her a kind smile.
“Of course.” He said and opened the curtain for Elain to join him.
They washed each other. His hands lathering her body in soapy bubbles, his hands taking extra care with her breasts and backside. Elain grinned over her shoulder at him, and then set to work lathering his body despite the fact that he had already cleaned himself before she joined him. They took their time, not caring it was the dead of night, and enjoying themself too much to be rushed.
They wrapped each other in fluffy towels and stood over the sink, Elain brushing her teeth with the spare toothbrush she kept here. He stared at her with a dopey smile on his lips.
“What?” Elain asked around her toothbrush.
“You only have one toothbrush.” Azriel said with a grin. His wet hair curling over his dark skin.
“Yeah, it’s my room, and I wasn’t expecting guests.” Elain replied and spat out her tooth paste and rinsed out her mouth. She hesitated for a second before handing Azriel her toothbrush. She supposed it didn’t make a difference, considering she spent half of night with his tongue in her mouth.
This small act seemed just as intimate as everything else they shared.
His eyes stayed locked with hers the entire time he brushed, and once he was finished he gave her a minty kiss.
They made their way back into the mused and messy bed, their towels discarded on the bathroom floor, and then they cuddled under the warm sheets.
“Thank you,” Elain said and intertwined their fingers. “For tonight.”
“I should be thanking you,” Azriel said as he settled in behind her and pressed a kiss to her ear. “But I hope you know you’re not getting out of our date,” Elain let loose a brilliant grin as her body relaxed into his. “How do you like your coffee in the morning?” He asked sleepily.
“With a little bit of cream and sugar. You?” Elain mumbled, burrowing further into his warm body.
“Black,” Azriel replied. Elain was about to comment on how typical that was for a quiet, brooding man to love black coffee, but exhaustion was setting in. “I’ll bring you coffee in the morning,” He said through his yawn. “Save you from everyone’s comments.”
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Hi love!! I know I'm sneaking it in under the wire, but congratulations again on your milestone! You deserve ALL the good things, honeybunch! For your prompt requests can I please get a fluffy something (maybe a lil unrequited-but-really-requited) friends to lovers with our hot daddy Marcus Moreno?? With the prompts:
“Stay. Please.” (prompt list 3) and 79. "I can't get you out of my head" (prompt list 1).
Feel free to get as creative or flexible as you want with this. Love you bb 💜🌿
I love you too bb! I am so in it for one (1) Marcus Moreno! Enjoy!
Marcus Moreno x Fem!Reader ; warnings: none
Pedro Character Masterlist
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Dating was hard. Dating was even harder when you’d been out of the game for years. Dating was hardest when you were a single, widowed father who doubled as a superhero.
Yeah, dating was hard for Marcus Moreno.
Even with all the support from you.
“Marcus,” you scoffed at him as you picked up around the kitchen, sighing at the small disaster that had occurred when he had tried to cook. He knew that tone of voice very well, and he took a step back and offered you a sheepish grin. You grabbed a dish towel and threw it at him as you gestured to the mess, “how? How does this even happen? All you did was make pasta and salad!”
“I don’t know!” he insisted meekly. It was true - the man was a walking, talking disaster when it came to anything related to cooking. But he tried, gods knew he tried so hard. He was trying to do good, to be better - his best - for Missy, and himself. And you. You just weren’t exactly privy to that fact just yet. He cleared his throat awkwardly before he got too caught up in his little daydream fantasies, “it just...happened. You don't have to clean it swee- it’s okay. It’s not your mess.”
“It’s alright Marcus,” you promised him as you threw all the trash in the can and set the dishes in the sink to rise, “besides you made dinner and dessert. It’s the least I can do.”
“I burned dessert…” he pouted slightly as you laughed, causing his heart to skip a beat at the magical sound. You watched as he came over and started to load the rinsed dishes into the washer, giving his hip a small bump with your own.
“You tried,” you shot him a quick wink, “that’s what counts. Besides, you had ice cream as a backup to save the day.”
“Luckily,” he agreed, pausing for a moment as he tried to choose his next words carefully, “umm...can I ask you for a huge favor?”
“Anything,” you promised softly as you finished stowing away the leftovers and wiping down the counter, “what’s up?”
“Can you watch Missy tomorrow night?” he asked quietly, almost as if he was embarrassed by his request. You quirked an eyebrow at him before leaning against the counter and offering him a curious expression, “I-I asked my mom but she’s got poker night with her friends. I can order pizza or whatever you want for dinner and-”
“Of course, Marcus,” you interrupted him before he could stammer further, pressing a finger against his lips. If you hadn’t been so caught up in your own feelings, you’d have noticed the ting of pink creeping into his cheeks as he tried not to focus too much on the feel of your touch, “you know she’s my favorite person on the planet, right along with her dad. Just let me know the time and I’ll be here - but I want Thai, including dessert!”
“Whatever you want,” he grinned softly, “you’re such a lifesaver, and I just...I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
“I know,” you teased, “what’s the occasion? Another date with Katie?”
“No,” he admitted, as you offered up a look of surprise. You’d met her for all of about five minutes the first time he went out with her as you’d arrived to hang out with Missy. She was nice - pretty, funny, warm and despite the bit of a jealous twinge in your stomach, you could see why Marcus would fall for her. You were surprised to hear that things didn’t work, “she umm...it was fine. It just...I can’t see myself with her, you know?”
“You just gotta test the waters and see how it goes,” you swallowed the lump that had welled up, “you never know until you know. Who’s the lucky lady? If it’s a date - I shouldn’t just assume. Perhaps you’re busy saving the world?”
“I think those days are past me,” he admitted, “we leave that to the kids - with guidance of course. I..yeah it’s a date. Her name’s Stacy.”
“Oh, another first date?” you tried to keep your tone light and teased as he focused on the floor and nodded, “how very lucky she is. Hopefully she knows that and hopefully you’ll have fun! That’s what? The third first date this month? Things are looking up Mr. Moreno!”
“It’s nothing,” he swore as he shook his head, “obviously they’re first dates and they stay first dates. It is what it is.”
“Hey,” you reached over and gave his arm a squeeze, “you’re amazing Marcus, and you deserve the best. One day you’re going to meet another woman that will knock you off your feet. You just have to be patient. What is it that they say? Love is patient, love is kind? Or something like that!”
“Yeah,” he agreed as his heart dropped slightly. If he was a brave man, a bold man, he’d have dropped to his knees and confessed his love for you then and there. He’d have told you that it was you, always you, that you were the only one he wanted. But...he didn’t. Instead he swallowed his pride and his nerves and offered you a nod, “I guess we shall see.”
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But just as Katie had came and went, so did Stacy. And then Maria. And then Stefani. And then…
"Hey," you greeted Marcus as he came in the door, a dejected look on his face. You were sitting on the couch, doing some work on your laptop as you ate some ice cream. It wasn't terribly late, but Missy had already gone to bed, leaving you to your own devices. You'd gone and picked up around the house before settling on the couch, knowing Marcus had had an incredibly busy week.
"Hey," he let out a long sigh, immediately putting his feet on the coffee table. He looked at your laptop before holding his hand in front of the screen, "its late. No more working!"
"I'm multitasking," you insisted with a grin as you held up your ice cream and pointed at the television that was playing reruns of the Office. He tutted anyway and eventually you gave in, closing out your programs before closing your laptop, "fineeeee! So, how was it? Tell me everything!"
"Not much to tell," he shrugged softly as he took off his glasses and tossed them onto the table before pinching the bridge of his nose. You offered him a small smile before holding out the remainder of your ice cream to him. He looked at it as a smile tugged on the corners of his mouth and he took the bowl from your hand, "I don't think there's going to be a second date with her either."
"What? I thought Carla seemed lovely!" you were surprised by what appeared to be another failed date. You had liked her from all the things Marcus had told you about her, and you were positive that she would be the one, "what happened, Marcus?"
"I don't know," he shrugged lightly before taking a big bite of ice cream, "I don't think it was her. I-I think it was me."
"You didn’t like her?"
"I did," he swallowed thickly, feeling his heart rate pick up wildly, and he was positive you could hear it. Why, why, why couldn't he just tell you? Why couldn't he suck it up and open his heart up and confess his feelings? It would have been so easy, "its just...I umm…"
"You don't have to explain it to me," you insisted, reaching over and giving his arm a reassuring squeeze, "if you don't click, you don't click. Patience, my love, patience. There's no rush to get anywhere.
"Listen," he set the bowl down and turned towards, a serious look on his face, "I have to -"
Before he could say anything else your phone started buzzing on the table. You sighed lightly as you saw your boss' name light up the screen. You grimaced before grabbing it and offering him an apologetic look, "I should go and take this. I've got a big presentation tomorrow…"
"Oh yeah," he gave you a meek smile as you grabbed your laptop and bag before leaning down to press a kiss to the top of his head and promising him you’d text later, "see you…"
You were quietly answering the phone as you rushed out of the house, leaving Marcus sitting there by myself. He let out a long sigh as he leaned back and tried to calm himself. Of course, of course, of course, the one time he'd gathered up some courage, something interrupted him.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
Soon he'd finally tell you. He wanted to, desperately so. Every date he went on that wasn't with you just made him realize that he wanted nothing more than you. He wished it had been you on all those dates.
That made him realize he needed to do this. Marcus Moreno was going to make his move - finally.
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And then he didn't.
He just...never seemed to get the timing the right. Every time he finally plucked up the courage to finally say something, he was interrupted. It was like the entirety of the universe was against him.
Eventually, he reluctantly gave in and decided to go on a second date with Carla. It was a combination of things, namely her asking him, but he gave in and said yes. It had killed him a little bit as he'd responded to her text; he'd been out with you and Missy doing some grocery shopping, watching as the two of you tried to pick a cereal (it was time for something other than Great White Bites, Missy had insisted). You'd caught his eye and smiled, but he still sent the text.
Anything to get his mind off of you.
But as soon as her excited response came through, Marcus felt like the worst person. Still - maybe he could make this work...maybe Carla wouldn't be so bad for him.
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It wasn't too late when Marcus came home after his date. He'd thought about texting you to see if you wanted him to bring ice cream, but had decided against it. His mind was made up and set on one thing.
You.
His second date with Carla had taught him that despite how kind, funny, and pretty she was, she would never be the one for him. The one for him had been right in front of his face the whole time and he finally knew what he needed to do.
Even if you rejected him, he had to tell, to get it out in the open once and for all.
When he got home, the house was quiet, with only the soft sound of television signaling that someone was up. You'd left one of the lights in the living room on, creating a soft glow in the quiet space.
Then he spotted you and was left breathless. There you were, curled up on the end of the couch, a warm, thick blanket draped around as you slept. What a pure, innocent sight, and yet - he still felt like his heart was on fire.
Almost as if you sensed some sort of disturbance, you slowly opened your eyes and blinked away the bleariness to find Marcus watching you intently.
"Hi," you smiled lightly as at him, "didn't mean to fall asleep. Long day...Missy's off in bed already."
"Okay," he whispered gently before coming closer to you, "listen, I have to tell you something. And I'm afraid if I don't say it now then I'll never have the courage to do it again."
"Of course," you slowly sat up and gave him the megawatt smile he loved, "but first, tell me how your date was! I bet she was so excited to see you again as she should of course because-"
"I'm in love with you," he cut you off before you could ramble on, surprising the two of you. A warm, wicked flush of red colored his features as he clamped his hand over his mouth and breathed deeply, "I...I didn't mean to quite say it like that. I just...I can't get you out of my head. I realized that every date I had didn't work out for a reason - because they weren't you. I wanted it to be you, and well...I wanted to ask and just never got the nerve."
"Oh," you tried to suppress the smile on your face, but it was futile effort as you watched him closely, "you know you're my best friend, and I supported you going on those dates because you deserve the world, only the best, but to be honest, I'm glad they didn't work out…"
"W-why?" he stammered nervously as his whole body vibrated with energy, humming like wildfire as he anticipated your next response.
"I think you know why…"
"Will you say it...please? I want to hear it...to know I'm not crazy. I can't be the only one feeling this…" the look in his gentle brown eyes was nervous, more so than you had never seen. You threw off the blanket and slowly stood up, taking a few steps closer to him so there was almost no distance between your bodies.
"I'm in love with you too," you promised softly, as a grin broke out on his face, "I have been for a very long time and I was never sure if you felt the same and didn't want to ruin anything…"
Before saying anything else, Marcus reached up and delicately placed his hands on the sides of your face as he studied you. It was long before he moved closer, and then even closer before you finally closed the gap and kissed him softly.
It wasn't some big grandiose thing, rather it was soft and gentle - a longing kiss between two people who had been waiting on this moment for a long time. And it was everything. Marcus kissed you until you were breathless, leaning into his touch and chasing after him. It was just...utterly perfect.
When you broke apart for a breath of air, he pressed his forehead against yours, giving your lips another saccharine little kiss. It felt natural for him to hold you like this, his large hands on your waist as your arms wrapped around his neck.
“I should have done this a long time ago,” he whispered softly, to where you could barely hear it and in some ways, you wondered if it was even intended for your ears, “I’m sorry I waited so long.”
“It was worth the wait,” you promised him gently, “you’re worth the wait.”
“Will you stay?” he asked softly as you gave him a confused look, “stay. Please…”
“Tonight?”
“Forever,” he closed his eyes as he kissed you again, holding you gently in his vice like grip, “I love you.”
“Of course,” you nuzzled your nose against his, before touching over his face gently and giving him a gentle smile, “of course. There’s nothing I’d rather be than your forever.”
“My forever,” he repeated, “you are everything.”
“Can I ask you for something Marcus?”
“Anything.”
“Please kiss me again.”
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Wednesdays
Summary: Wednesdays are Janus Picani's busiest day. Between meetings, snack day, soccer practice, and art club, he's running around like a chicken with his head cut off. This Wednesday, however, is sure to change the lives of the Picani family forever. Jan's sure they can handle it though.
Ships: Platonic Moceit, thvi
A/N: I've been rewatching the old Reba sitcom from the 2000s and I'd forgotten just how good it was. Good enough that I wanted to write an au for it. Thank you so much to @amazon-me-bitches and my lovely qpp @forever-forgotten-angel for beta reading this and helping me to work out the kinks with the plot. As always, leave a comment if you like this. Enjoy!
For most people, Mondays were their busiest day. It made sense; returning to the workweek, school, etc. For Janus Picani, however, the title of busiest day went to Wednesday. His firm always had partner meetings, they were Emile’s day to bring class snacks, Remy had soccer, and Virgil had art club. On top of that, Jan’s therapy sessions were Wednesdays, which meant he had to make sure all of his work was done 15 minutes early so he could get to his appointment on time. Safe to say, to say Wednesdays weren’t exactly his favorite day.
“Emile! Get down here! You don’t want to be late for school!”, He called upstairs as he finished making breakfast sandwiches. Virgil stood across from him, packing lunches for his brothers.
“He probably can’t find his backpack. He left it down here after he finished his homework.”
Janus sighed, “This wouldn’t be a problem if he just left his backpack down here every night. Remy go get your brother and tell him his backpack is down here.”, the young boy got up, rolling his eyes and Jan had to bite back a sigh. Remy had always been his sassiest child.
“Why can’t Virgil do it?”
Virgil raised an eyebrow at him, “Because I’m making lunch, I can go get him if you want to make your own sandwich ?”, Remys shook his head and ran upstairs, Virgil chuckling at the sight.
Janus finished plating breakfast and turned to thank Virgil, frowning when he saw that Virgil had only made two lunches. He looked pointedly at his son, “You’re not eating?”, he asked.
Virgil shrugged, “I’m gonna get lunch at school today. They’re having burritos.”, Janus nodded. As long as he was eating. Patton came downstairs before he could reply, Remy and Emile in tow.
“I found these two trying to play on the Switch.”, Emile and Remy sat down, guilty little grins on their faces that told Jan that they didn’t regret it, “Good thing I went to check on them.”
“Good thing indeed.” He handed Pat a plate, pouting a cup of coffee for his husband? Ex? Janus wasn’t sure what to call the man he’d been married to for 20 years, separated from, hadn’t divorced, and who still lived in the house with. Regardless he poured him a cup of coffee, “Ok so you’re taking Emile and Remy to school and I’ll take Virgil. I’ll pick up Remy and you pick up Emile and-”
“-and I’m catching a ride home with Thomas after theater. I’m working on the sets for Little shop today.”, Virgil piped up and Jan had to hold back a grimace at the mention of his boyfriend. He like Thomas, he really did. In terms of high school boyfriends, Thomas had been nothing but a gentleman. But the thought of his son dating still upset Janus deep down; according to his therapist, he was grappling with the thought of his baby growing up.
“Ok.”, he replied, keeping his thoughts to himself. It wouldn’t do any good to speak them when they were his problem to deal with, “I’ll pick up takeout on the way home.”
“Jan? I was wondering if you’d want to come to the restaurant today for lunch?”, He turned to look at Patton. Based on the tone in his voice Janus knew that this wasn’t just a friendly invitation to taste a new menu item. He sighed: he’d been planning to work through his lunch today so he could get out on time.
Regardless, this seemed serious, “Ok. I’ll be there at noon.”, he promised. He quickly finished his breakfast and looked over to Virgil, “Ready to go?”, he asked. He nodded and finished pouring his iced coffee and they were off.
The ride to Virgil’s school was as quick as always. Music played lowly on the radio, lowly on the radio and Janus hummed along. It would be peaceful if not for the fact that Virgil kept fidgeting and staring out the window. Something was up, “Ok. Something’s wrong. Spill.”
Virgil turned to look at him, “What? Nothing’s wrong.”, He straightened his face, trying to appear calm. Janus didn’t buy it for a second, “I’m fine.”
“Virgil James Picani. I have known you since you were born. I have held you for night after night. I know you inside out. And I know when you’re lying to me. What’s wrong? Is someone bothering you?”
Virgil shook his head. “No. It’s just that Mr.Prince, the drama teacher, wants me to be Seymore’s understudy. And I know the chances of me going on stage are rare but I don’t want to take that chance. And I don’t know how to tell him without letting him down.”
“Baby bat, just tell him the truth. I’m sure he’ll understand.”, Virgil nodded. The issue seemed to be solved, yet Janus had a feeling that there was something else wrong. But before he could ask any more, they’d arrived and Virgil was getting out.
“Love you, Dad! I’ll see you after school!”, Janus shook his head, trying to keep his concerns down. He’d ask Virgil after school. It was fine.
Being a lawyer certainly had its perks; financial security being a prime example. Meetings running long weren’t that though. Janus sighed as he rushed into Pat’s. The warm lighting and delicious smells greeting him. Even if he’d preferred to work through his lunch, Janus couldn’t deny that the thought of Patton’s cooking made his mouth water. There was a reason people came from near and far to this place.
Speaking of Patton, Janus spotted the bespectacled man sitting in their usual booth, a bottle of wine waiting there. He smiled at the thought and sat down, “I thought you weren’t a fan of day drinking?”, he quipped. Pat rarely drank at all, but especially not during the day.
“I’m not but I know you don’t mind a glass of wine at lunch.”, Pat poured him a glass, “Salmon or duck?”
“Salmon.”, Janus answered. Patton made a delicious pan-seared salmon with risotto and kale salad. It was delicious and sounded lovely right now. Patton nodded and ordered that for him and glazed crispy duck for himself. “So.”, he began as he buttered a roll, “What did you want to discuss?”
“Who says I have something to discuss? Maybe I just wanted to have lunch with you?”, He was stalling obviously. Trying to get time to steel his nerves.
Janus raised an eyebrow at him, “You and I know very well that Wednesday is our busy day. If you wanted to just have lunch you would have asked on another day. Therefore this is something important that you don’t want to talk about in front of the kids. So what do you want to discuss?”
Patton sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. Whatever he wanted to talk about was weighing heavily on his mind. After some time he finally spoke, “I want to finalize our divorce.”, he spoke quickly, like he wanted to get the words out of his mouth as fast as he could.
Janus nodded; he supposed it made sense. They had been separated for over a year now, they slept in separate bedrooms, and they hadn’t had sex since long before they separated. While they still cared for each other, the love they once shared was long gone. The only reason they were still married was the cost of getting a divorce. Considering they’d spent 20 dollars on a courthouse wedding neither had been too happy to shill out thousands of dollars to end their marriage.
The question was why now, and why couldn’t he say it in front of the kids. They’d sat them down months ago and explained that while they loved each other and would always be a family, they weren’t in love anymore. Virgil had taken in the best; being the oldest, he’d seen the signs for a while now. He’d taken it upon himself to comfort his younger brothers. Remy tried to pretend that he was fine, but both Janus and Patton knew better. He’d taken the thought of his family splitting up harder than he was showing. They’d both spoken to him about it, reassuring him that they’d always be a family. And they’d started having family activities every Saturday. Emile had taken it the hardest. The six-year-old didn’t truly understand what was going on. They were still having conversations explaining what it meant. Janus had even begun researching child psychologists at the recommendation of his therapist.
“Ok.”, He spoke, “Why now though? I thought we’d agreed that divorces are too expensive…. You met someone.”, the realization hit Janus like a ton of bricks. Everything made sense. Pat would feel guilty about pursuing someone else while married, even if they were separated. And he wouldn’t want to talk about this in front of the kids until he knew for sure that it was serious.
Patton nodded, “I did.”
“Well, tell me about him. I care about you regardless of our marital status. And I want to know about the person you’ll be bringing around our kids.”
“Ok. His name is Logan and I met him a few weeks ago. He came in here for dinner and he’s just the cutest. He got so excited when he found out we use crofters in our thumbprint cookies and our victoria sponge.” Patton smiled fondly at the thought, “We’ve been on a few dates and… It’s not just a fling. I can see a future with him, Jan.”
Jan took a sip of wine, “Ok. I’ll ask around for good lawyers when I get back.”,
Patton squealed and hugged him, “Thank you so much Jan. Maybe I could invite him over for dinner sometime. That way you could meet him and I could introduce him to the kids.”, Their food came at that moment, which meant Patton had to stop hugging him. Janus was thankful; he’d never been the type for hugging. Except with his kids.
“Ok. But you have to tell them about the divorce first. Deal?”
“Deal.”
Virgil was generally considered a good kid by his peers and teachers. Quiet perhaps, but overall a good kid. He didn’t break rules, got good grades, and overall kept to himself. The one anomaly about him was that he was dating Thomas sanders, or rather that Thomas Sanders was dating him. Thomas was a bright and outgoing person; if this was a 2000s sitcom, he might have been considered popular. Not only that, but he had a fairly popular youtube channel where he did skits, challenges, and more. Virgil barely even had social media. They were a couple regardless, and Virgil was known as a good kid.
He didn’t feel like a good kid as he watched the Chipotle employee make his bowl. He’d signed himself out of school early along with Thomas, and now they were getting lunch. The thought of skipping school kept buzzing around his head, even though he’d gotten all of his assignments from the classes he’d be missing. Besides he had bigger problems to worry about.
He sat down beside his boyfriend and took a bite of his food, “What am I going to do?” He asked in a small voice, fear lacing his tone. Thomas reached across the booth and squeezed his hand.
Hey,”, Thomas whispered, his voice soft and reassuring, “It’ll be ok. I’ll be right here no matter what.”
“Promise?”
“I promise.”, Thomas squeezed his hand, “Now really eat, you skipped lunch yesterday.”, Virgil nodded and the rest of lunch passed silence. The pair simply enjoying their food together. Virgil grinned and poured queso onto his bowl and smiled at his boyfriend.
“You’re so cute.”, he whispered. Thomas blushed at the compliment and Virgil considered it a win. Sooner enough they were done with their meal. Virgil stood up and gathered their trash, “I’m gonna go the bathroom.”
“Ok”, Thomas nodded, “I love you no matter what.”. Virgil smiled and went to the bathroom, anxiety twisting his stomach in knots.
Janus sighed as he drove home. Patton had messaged him earlier that he was making dinner and Jan didn’t have to pick up any takeout. Of course, that made Jan’s life easier, but it also meant that they were going to talk over the divorce with the kids. Great. He peered at Remy in the backseat, sipping his chocolate milk without a care in the world. God sometimes Jan wished he were a child still. Childhood was so much easier, “I think your Dad is making dinner tonight.”
Remy looked at him, “I thought we were going to pick up takeout?”
“He messaged me saying that I don’t need to pick up any food.”, Remy nodded and smiled before looking back out the window. Janus understood: Patton was an amazing cook. Hopefully, they’d all be able to eat after this. God, how would Remy react? He’d already taken the separation hard. And Emile, he barely understood what divorce was. And Virgil, the oldest, the one who buried his feelings the most. He probably wouldn’t want to talk about it and would bury his feelings to help his brothers.
They pulled into the garage, Remy grabbing his stuff and running inside, “Take off your shoes and change before you get mud all over the house.’, he called after him. Janus took his time collecting his things. ‘Just go in. Better to get it over with.’, his thoughts raced around his head like an angry swarm of bees. He took a deep breath and walked inside.
The smell of garlic and tomatoes washed over his sense, Patton was making Italian food. He took a deep breath, enjoying the smells. Patton stood next to the counter, buttering a long baguette for garlic bread. He looked up and gave a reassuring smile, but Janus could see the nervousness in his eye, at least he wasn’t alone in the feeling, “Hey.” He greeted, “The lasagna is almost done and I’m making garlic bread right now. There’s stuff for caesar salad in the fridge if you want to help out.”
Janus nodded and took off his jacket before washing his hands and making said salad, “Where’s Emile and Virgil?”, he asked, praying that he sounded casual. The salad offered a great distraction from his thoughts, greeting parmesan meant he didn’t have to focus on this upcoming family discussion.
“Virgil is helping Emile with his homework. He’s learning addition.”, Patton supplied as he put the bread on a tray, placing it in the oven. “There are brownies in the fridge. I figured we could make sundaes. Hopefully, it’ll make the conversation easier.”, Janus nodded. Remy and Emile might not realize it but Virgil would know something was up. Pat rarely made dessert on weekdays.
Soon enough dinner was done and all five of them were sitting around the table. Virgil still looked anxious and Janus wanted to bang his head off the table. There was no way he’d be able to ask what was wrong after this conversation. Why did this have to happen tonight?
Patton smiled, “So how was school guys?”, ‘Subtle Pat, subtle. Why don’t you just hang a banner above our heads that says We’re getting divorced’. Janus took a large sip of wine so his thoughts would stay in his head.
“Ok,” Remy spoke up. “But I keep getting headaches during the day. The lights in the class are too bright.”, This had been going on for a while now. The fluorescent lighting of the classroom seemed to give Remy migraines, and his teacher wasn’t budging on letting him wear sunglasses to prevent it.
“I’ll talk to your teacher in the morning.”
“My day was good Daddy.”, Emile grinned, “We learned about ecosystems.”, Janus smiled. Emile was so young and innocent.
“Virgil?”, The teenager in question looked up from where he’d been staring off into space. He took a quick bit of lasagna before speaking.
“It was fine.”
He was lying. Something was wrong and Virgil was trying to act like he was ok. Janus wanted to ask more questions, to figure out what was bothering his son. It wouldn’t work though. Virgil guarded his privacy with his life. Prying would only make him more tight-lipped. Janus just had to wait for Virgil to come to him with what was wrong, and in the meantime, hope that it wasn’t serious.
Besides, even if Janus thought it was a good idea to ask, there were other things at hand. Patton nodded to him and he knew it was time. “Your father and I have some news.”. Patton began. Janus held back a groan.
“Are we going to Disney World?”, Emile was practically bouncing in his seat at the thought of such a trip.
“No.”, Janus made a mental note to talk to Patton about a family vacation. Maybe it would help reassure Remy and Emile that they were all still a family. “It’s not that. You all know that we’re always going to be a family right? No matter what happens we’ll always be together.”, Virgil was ghostly pale and Remy had his fists clenched. He didn’t even have to say it. They knew.
His middle son jumped up, “No.” He was tearing up, “You promised.”
“Remy..”
“No! You said we’d always be together.”, Tears began running down his face. A knot formed in Janus’ throat. Why did they have to do this?
“And we will. No matter what.”, Patton tried to soothe. It was met on deaf ears.
“No, we won’t! That’s what they all say! They say nothing will change but it does. Next thing you know, you’re in different houses and splitting custody and no one will want me. And then I’ll be back in foster care.”
“Remy that won’t happen. We love you.”, Janus wanted to take his son in his arms. Wanted to hold all of his children and promise them that they still loved them all, and the divorce wouldn’t change that. But Remy ran upstairs, the sound of his bedroom door slamming shut echoing through the house.
“What’s going on?”, Emile’s face was contorted, confusion visible. Of course, he wouldn’t fully understand what was going on. The six-year-old had barely understood the separation.
Patton sighed and knelt down next to him, “Your father and I are finalizing our divorce. We won’t be married anymore.” Emile blinked.
“Why? I thought you weren’t getting one?”
Patton sighed, “Things have changed.”, Emile blinked at him. This was going wrong. It was too soon. They should have eased them into this idea. Shouldn’t have sprung it on them like this.
Understanding bloomed in Emile’s face. His next words were a whisper, so quiet that Janus almost didn’t hear them. But he did, and it felt like getting hit by a truck. “Are you divorcing cause Virgil’s pregnant?”
“EMILE!”, Virgil shrieked. Janus felt like he was watching this from above like it was a tv show playing out in front of him, and not his life. He looked next to him. Patton appeared to be in a similar situation.
“It’s the truth.”
Finally, Janus found himself able to speak. There were a million questions inside of him longing to get out, but all he could say was, “What?”
Luckily Patton was able to voice one of his questions, “Virgil, is this true?”. Virgil refused to make eye contact with either of them and Janus knew it was. His eldest child looked almost ashamed, shoulders tense and body hunched over.
“Virgil…”, He started, but he was upstairs before Janus could continue. Janus shut his eyes. Amazing. One of his kids was pregnant at 17 and another thought he was going to be sent back to foster care. His head met the table with a groan. Patton rubbed his shoulder.
Emile still stood in front of them, “Am I in trouble?”, he asked, voice shaking. Janus leaned forward and picked him up. He bounced Emile on his hip, stroking his back.
“No baby.”, He ruffled his hair and booped his nose. “You aren’t in trouble ok. Everything is just kinda stressful right now. But none of that is your fault, ok?” Emile nodded and buried his face into Jan’s chest. Patton joined the hug, stroking Emile’s back and humming softly. They sat there in this position for about 10 minutes before Janus pulled away, gave Emile a kiss on the forehead, “We love all of you so much and the divorce won’t change that ok?”
He nodded and Janus stood up, “I’m going to go talk to Remy, he might be easier to get to open up than Virgil right now.”, He handed Emile to Pat, who bounced him on his hip.
“Ok. I’ll make a pot of hot cocoa to take up. Hopefully, it’ll get him to open up.”, Janus nodded in thanks and made his way upstairs.
Remy’s room was as dark as ever, the twelve-year-old liked to leave the lights in his room dimmed. Janus peaked his head in, seeing him laying on his bed, face buried into his pillows. “Remy?”, He called out. The child in question didn’t respond but Janus knew he was awake, “Can I come in?”
There was silence for a moment and Janus thought about what he would do if Remy said no. He wanted to respect his privacy, but at the time this was a conversation that needed to happen. Remy thought he was going to be sent back to foster care and Janus couldn’t let him just think that. Luckily Remy soon answered, “Yes…”
He walked in slowly, eyes trained on his son. His son who was terrified that he was going to be sent away. He swallowed, “Remy you aren’t going to be sent back to foster care. I promise that.”
Remy sniffled and his heart broke for his middle child, “That’s what they said last time. They said they loved me and I’d never be sent away again. And then they said they were getting a divorce and it wasn’t a good time for them to adopt a kid.”
Janus sighed and began stroking his hair, “And I’m promising that no matter what we’re not sending you back there. We love you. You’re our son, our wonderful son who we love so much. The divorce is between your father and me. And I won’t lie and say that it won’t affect you or that nothing will change, because things will change. A lot of things will change. But the love that your father and I have for the three of you? That will never change. It’ll never fade or go away. And we’re never sending you back.” He smiled slightly and joked, “Besides we threw away the receipt. No returns.”
Remy giggled and Janus knew he’d been successful in cheering him up. Remy sat up and hugged him tightly, tears still flowing freely, “I love you both. This is my home, my family. I don’t want to lose you.”
“I know baby, I know. What does Stitch say?”, He hoped that a reference to Remy’s favorite movie would lighten the mood even more.
Remy sighed, “Ohana means family.”
“And?”
“Family is never left behind or forgotten.”
Janus nodded and kissed his head, “And you’re our ohana. And we hope to yours. We’re here for as long as you want us.”, Remy smiled and Janus knew that even if it took some time, everything would be ok with him. He sat up. “Patton should be up here in a few minutes with cocoa and I’m sure he’ll want to talk to you. So I’ll sit here with you until he gets up here and then I’ll give you your privacy. Ok? Besides I need to talk to your older brother.”
Remy nodded, “Is Virgil ok?”
Janus sighed, “I don’t know. But I intend to find out.”. As if on cue, there was a knock on the door and Patton peaked his head in. He held a tray with four mugs of cocoa topped with whipped cream. Next to them sat a plate with brownies.
“Can I come in? I brought cocoa.” He smiled encouragingly. Remy nodded and sat up off of Janus’s chest. Patton came in, taking two of the mugs and some of the brownies. “The rest are for you and Virgil.”
“Where’s Emile?”
“In his room with a covered mug and a brownie watching Aladdin. He’ll be ok.”, Janus nodded and took the tray before leaving.
Janus stood outside of Virgil’s room, trying to figure out what to say. What did you say when your teenage son was pregnant? Most parents were worried about their sons getting someone pregnant, not their sons being pregnant. Then again, not everyone had a trans son. He sighed and knocked, “Virgil? Can I come in?”
Unlike Remy, who took his time answering, Virgil’s reply was almost immediate, “I don’t want to talk, Dad.”, Janus sighed. Goddammit. This is exactly what he was fearing. He couldn’t just leave his son alone right now. His pregnant son at that. Virgil was pregnant. He groaned.
“Baby bat, please. We need to talk about this.”
“I don’t want to talk.”
“I have Pat’s hot chocolate and brownies.”
There was a pause. Then he spoke, “The door’s open.”, Janus opened the door slowly. Virgil sat in the middle of the bed, knees tucked against his chest. Tears ran down his face in inky black trails. Janus’ heart ached for him. He looked at Janus and sniffled, “Go on. Yell at me about what a horrible mistake I made.”
His heart lept into his throat. Janus remembered having a similar conversation with his sister 18 years ago. How she was pregnant and her boyfriend ran off on her. Janus hadn’t known then how his life was going to change forever. And now his son was pregnant.
“I’m not here to yell at you V.”, He sat next to him, handing Virgil the mug of cocoa. He took a sip of his own, “How long have you known?”
Virgil shrugged, “I only found out today. But I suspected it when Dad mentioned that one of the waitresses at the restaurant was pregnant. I’m about a month along.”
Janus nodded, “Does Thomas know?”, he was met with a nod. “And what does he think?”, more memories of his sister rushed to the surface. His sister saying that her boyfriend had ran out of town when she found out that was pregnant. That he took the rent money and she’d been evicted. He was brought out of his memories by Virgil’s next words.
“He says he loves me still. And he supports me no matter what I choose.”, Well that was good. Janus didn’t know what he would have done if Thomas had abandoned Virgil. It would have been unpleasant that’s for sure. Now for the hardest question.
“You have options; you don’t have to keep the baby if you don’t want to. Do you have an idea of what you want to do?”, Virgil looked up at him and Janus once again was overcome with memories of his sister. Adelaide saying that she didn’t know what she was going to do but she was keeping her baby. He and Pat letting her move in. Recording home movies for the baby. Rushing her to the hospital while she screamed in pain in his backseat. The doctor saying that she lost too much blood. Holding Virgil in his arms.
“I want to keep the baby.”, there it was. The thing that Janus had known deep down that Virgil would say from the moment he found out about the pregnancy, “I know I have options and I know I’m young and this probably seems stupid but I want this baby. I just... You took a chance on me when mom died. You and Dad weren’t looking for a kid when I was born but you took me in anyway. You took a chance on me. And I’m taking a chance on this baby.”
Janus sighed, “You’re just like your mother you know that. Just as stubborn and just as loving. And you know what? She was just as determined to have you, even if it wasn’t the best time. And I’m going to tell you the same thing I told her.”, He hugged Virgil close, “I love you so much. And if you want this baby then your dad and I will support you no matter what ok? We’ll help you out. I promise.”
Virgil smiled at him, “Really?”
Janus nodded, “Really really. Now I think you should invite Thomas over tomorrow. I want to talk to him.”. Seeing the look on Virgil’s face he added, “I’ll go easy on him. I just want to know he’ll be a good dad for my grandchild. And you two need to tell his parents.”
Virgil nodded and there was a knock at the door, “Come in.”
It was Patton, “Hey. Emile and Remy are both asleep. How is everything?”
“Well Pat, we’re going to be grandfathers.”
Patton smiled and sat down next to them both, “I see. And everything is ok?”
Virgil nodded, “Yeah. Everything will work itself out.”, And at that moment Janus knew it to be true.
A/N: Unlike some of my other works, this one is going to be a series of one-shots. I think I'll be able to handle that better than chapter fic. It'll also feel more like episodes of a sitcom. I really like the feel to this and I'm open to prompts.
#sanders sides#tssides#sanders sides fic#my fic#Janus Sanders#ts janus#patton sanders#ts patton#virgil sanders#ts virgil#remy sanders#ts remy#Emile Picani#ts emile#platonic moceit#thvi#romantic thvi#thomxiety#thomas/virgil#thomas x virgil#parental anxceit#parental sleepceit#parental emceit#parental moxiety#parental mosleep#parental emorality#trans virgil#pregnant virgil#trans pregnancy#verse: I'm a survivor
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His Valentine
Pairing: 40s!Bucky x 40s!Reader
Warnings: long word count, angst (if you squint), and fluff!
Word Count: 2.3K
Summary: Bucky gets stood up while going on a date and the reader goes and rescues him. Not wanting his night to end on a bad note, she takes him on a date, resulting in Bucky realizing by the end of it that it was her all along.
Hello guys! I hope your weekend is going well! Despite it being quite late to the Valentine’s Day holiday, I truly wanted to get this one out so bad when I got the chance! Who doesn’t want to be swooned by Bucky? I dedicate this work to my wonderful Bucket, @world-of-aus as she is the one who did inspire me with writing, so this is a little something for her and you guys! You have to forgive me for getting so carried away with this one! Enjoy!
Ring. Ring. Ring.
“Hello?” You ask into the phone?
“U-Ummm… Y/N?” you hear a familiar voice question. Your eyes shoot wide open.
“B-Bucky?” You gasp, holding the telephone firmer in your palm. You were not expecting him to call at all. “What is happening, Buck? Need an extra tie? A thicker coat? You should be have dinner with that dame you know-”
“Y/N…”
“Dolores, right? That redhead that you’ve been into. You have to be ther-”
“Y/N, she’s not coming.” He sighs in disappointment, frustration and sadness evident in his tone, making your eyes widen even more than they originally were. “Oh my goodness, Buck, you’re kiddin’. On Valentine’s Day?! After all you two did? Maybe it took her a while to get ready?” You question in disbelief, trying your hardest to not get your hopes up.
“Oh no that’s not what it is, doll.”
“What makes you say that?”
“She came with another man… Richard Jones.”
“Oh my gosh, that’s terrible. You’re at the Stork Club, right?”
“Yes-”
“Alright, wait outside. Be there in about 10 minutes. Give me a second. And don’t you dare go anywhere.” Is the last thing you say before you hang up, immediately telling your mom that you’ll head out and bring your best friend home for the night. You waste no time changing into a decent evening dress and a coat, hat, and gloves before you head to the Stork Club, determined to make your best friend get the Valentine’s Day evening he deserves.
“God, Y/N… I don’t know what I did wrong. I genuinely tried. Even spent money in Coney Island for her. She said yes to this, only for me to find out she comes in with a richer bachelor in Brooklyn.” He grunts as follows you into your house. You thank him under your breath as he continues. “What does he have that I don’t? I thought I made it clear I wanted this to work.” You stop in the middle of the living room to turn around and cup his cheeks, having enough of his moping. “James Buchanan Barnes, are you listening to yourself?” You start off, eyes looking straight up at his ocean blues. You continue on when he silently stares at you, surprise apparent in his eyes.
“Listen, I don’t care which dame you decide to take on a date, I don’t care who it is, I don’t like how they bypass someone like you! Listen, to all the girls, you are the most eligible and handsome bachelor in Brooklyn. Aside from that reputation, they are missing out on the Bucky I know. The Bucky I know is witty, kind, giving, selfless, loving, humorous, smart, curious. You are more than a handsome face. You are Bucky. If those dames you wanna date or dance with cannot see that? That’s their loss! They have missed out on a great guy.”
Bucky’s eyes had widened at your statement, he had soon realized he didn’t expect this talk from you. “Listen, Dolores was wrong for this. Especially on Valentine’s Day. You did nothing wrong. Do not degrade yourself because of someone who has done you wrong, you hear? We are going to make it better, I promise. Why don’t we have a hangout instead? Maybe we can eat some dinner here, and maybe go watch a movie, or something you’d like to do.” You say softly, in a more calming tone than last time.
Bucky only could nod, a small, yet hopeful smile now forming on his face. “I… I think I’d appreciate that, Y/N.” He responds, making you reciprocate his smile back, giving him a nice and warm hug before heading into the kitchen. “Good… I’ll make some roast beef, salad, and mash. You stay put at the table.” You call out, prepping the food. Bucky did the total opposite, leaning against the doorframe as he watches you cook and prepare the ingredients. He smiled at the fact you turned on the gramophone to hear your favorite record play throughout the home, humming along and bouncing slightly as you concentrated on your work.
His eyes widened at how he felt. Why was he getting tingly feelings in his stomach? Why was his heart racing? Why did he feel like he was going to faint when he heard you giggle at your own shenanigans? Why did this feeling always come back when he was around you? He shook it off, as he always did. However, within minutes, he wanted to face palm himself. You didn’t have a guy to greet you tonight. You must be uncomfortable hearing all of the Valentine’s Day talk since last week, and now he’s bringing it up again.
“Oh no. Hey Buck? Do you mind if you do a quick run to the grocery store and get some sour cream? I realized I don’t have anymore.” You call out to him. Perfect, he thinks. He doesn’t hesitate to go on ahead. Maybe he can come back with a surprise for you, his selfless best friend.
It didn’t take long for him to come back, handing you the sour cream and heading back to wait at the table at his seat. He smiled when he saw the way you arranged it, as it was notably organized, the way you always wanted it. He couldn’t contain the excitement, fidgeting as he waited for you. “Alright! Dinner time!” You giggle, setting down the roast beef before you set down the bowl of mashed potatoes. “Bon appetit! Happy Valentine’s Day!” You squeal, clapping your hands together as you look at the dinner with satisfaction. “It looks so delicious,” Bucky compliments with a beaming smile, looking up at you with a gleam in his eyes. “This is always our favorite whenever you, Steve, and I celebrated somethin’ over here, like our birthdays.” He recalls, making you smile even more at the memories that begin to fill your head.
“Well, dig in, Buck!” You giggle, serving him with a good amount of salad, beef, and mashed potatoes before helping yourself. “Had to learn the recipe from momma, it’s probably the most delicious dish for a formal setting.” You remark, pouring water in your cup and his. “You’re right! We haven’t had this in a while!” Bucky exclaims before taking a bite. “Oh goodness, Y/N, this is so delicious.” He says, groaning in satisfaction before continuing his dinner.
Dinner went about just fine. It was freeing for you both, for when you two were around with each other, all reservations would be thrown at the window, resulting in you two behaving as if you were still children teasing and making jokes. All thoughts and heartaches about Dolores were also out the window, for you two were completely fine and happy in each other’s company.
You washed the dishes and finished them promptly, excited to come back to Bucky’s company that awaited you in the living room. Your excitement had only risen when you heard the familiar record that you both loved to hear as well as Bucky calling your name. “Yes?” you ask as you make your way to the living room, eyebrows furrowing when you noticed that the lights were dimmed, the room only lit by the candles that had formerly been placed on the dining. However, your audible confusion turned quickly into a gasp as you saw him stand up with your favorite assortment of sweets in one hand and a bouquet of red roses on the other. There was no way this man was real.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart.” He says with that ever charming smile of his.
“Oh, Buck! This is so lovely! Thank you so much!” You exclaim in disbelief, gently and carefully taking the flowers and sweets from him to set on the coffee table. Your eyes meet his, your smile matching his before you engulf him in a tight and warm embrace. “H-How?” You ask, trying hard to not let those tears that were threatening to fall succeed. Your heart fluttered when you heard him whisper in your ear soothingly as he rubs your back, “I think my most giving and kind best friend deserves some form of kindness and giving back this Valentine’s Day.” You must be dreaming. Never would you think you’d somehow be in the receiving end of Bucky Barnes’ charm. Never did you think that you’d be experiencing gestures like these from him. Although this was just two best friends trying to make each other feel better, you were willing to take it and imagine that he was here to make you swoon like he did with any other dame.
“Y/N, sweetheart,” He whispers in your ear, causing you both to gaze into each other’s eyes once again, you two experiencing the dizziness, tingling, and racing heart once again tonight. However, you heard his breathing become more shaky than a few minutes ago. “You… you had treated me through a wonderful dinner and your kind words. Can I repay you with my flowers and sweets and a dance?” He asks softly, trying his hardest to hide the nervousness that was dying to become known. He didn’t know what made him offer this to you. You two were never this close and intimate before. However, his desire to be sure of himself overruled any fear he had in his head.
He only smiled when you nodded, his hand holding yours as the other placed itself on the small of your back, guiding you into a small and slow dance. You sighed happily as you both started to dance cheek to cheek, swaying effortlessly across the room. Smiling as Bucky expertly spun you and brought you back to his form before he once again sweeped you across the floor. This made Bucky calm down. No longer nervous, no longer scared, no longer doubtful. He was now sure. He was now sure that you and him had something much more than what him and Dolores, let alone the other dames had. He never found any comfort, any peace, any transparency with any of them as he does with you. With you, he never needed to hold back. With you, everything seems to be calm. He enjoyed watching you smile, watching you laugh, cook, sing, sleep, exist.
That’s when he realized.
He loves you. He always has.
That explains the tingles, for they were butterflies. That explains the racing heart, the dizziness. He was in love with you. He has denied his feelings for so long. He denied them when he saw you being approached by other boys. Then other teens. Then other men. It was not hard to see how beautiful you were and are. However, no one saw how you would skip when you were happy. No one saw how your eyes lit up at the sight of ice cream. No one saw how your eyes lit up when your tiny feet kicked as you played in the swings. No one took notice of your eyebrows furrowing when you studied arithmetic. No one took notice of how critical you were of yourself so that you may be as perfect as you can. Bucky, however, had fallen in love with all of this.
He loved you from the moment he watched your five year old self eat your ice cream happily at the drugstore with soda pop alongside you. He loved you even if you two argued about a broken wagon. He loved you even if it pained him to watch you laugh with another man. He loved you when you came to check up on him the day after his dates. He still loves you, as you sway in front of him, in that beautiful periwinkle evening dress.
“Y/N,” he whispers once again, causing you to smile. “Mm?” “What kind of night are we going through?” He whispers with a smile, causing you to giggle and shake your head. “Hey… we are dancing in my living room, after a simple dinner, which happened after you were stood up.” You remark, causing you both to giggle. Here it goes.
“What if I told you I prefer this over any of the dates I’ve gone to with the other dames in town?” You were now looking up at him confused. “What?” “What if I told you, that… this dance of ours… makes me want something more?” You were now breathing heavily, heart racing more than ever as you shook your head in denial. “James… you’re not leading me on, are you?” You ask meekly, hoping that you were not making this up. “I’m not,” he whispers, “I’m saying this because now I know.”
“You now know what?”
A smile kisses his lips.
“A dame worth all the diamonds in the world. A dame that gives me all the happiness that I’ve been wanting for so long. It’s been here. It’s you.”
The tears had come back again, threatening to fall once again. “Oh, Buck… Buck…” You whisper, overjoyed with what you were hearing. Bucky was as overjoyed as you are, cupping your cheeks as his thumbs wiped your tears. “Oh, Y/N, sweetheart. What do you say? This isn’t the type of date I’d give. God, it’s a messy one tonight. But I promise, if you say yes, I’ll try to sweep you off your feet with each date we go on. Would you be my Valentine? Starting tonig- mmm.” He was quickly cut off as your lips gently sealed itself onto his, feeling himself burst with joy over and over again as his lips began to move against yours. They both danced harmoniously with one another, slowly and softly before you both pulled away to gasp for air.
“I hope that gave you the answer that you needed,” you whisper softly into his lips, beaming as you run your hands softly through his hair.
“That told me everything that I needed to know, my Valentine.”
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Love of my Life - (6) How it all started
Summary: This is the story of how Dean and Y/N met.
Warnings: Some show level violence. Dean being a sap.
A/N: Okay, we're hitting rewind to delve into some back story before we continue on any further. I loved writing these next few chapters about how Dean and Y/N met. This is set just weeks after Dean returns from hell in S4. The italics are Dean's thoughts. Let me know if you'd like a tag for the rest of the series. Thanks for all the love!
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DEAN'S POV
Sam and I were in over our heads and we knew it. What was supposed to be a small nest of vamps ended up being a whole house full. The first few we took care of easily, then they started coming out of the woodwork. Left and right, up and down, they were everywhere. So, we did what we always did; we went to work. Heads were rolling, blood was spattering, fangs were flying, but I was backed into a corner with 3 of them closing in on me and Sam had his own problems. He was on the floor, trying desperately to back away from two onrushing blood suckers. Both of us weaponless, we exchanged looks as if to say goodbye, and I prepared myself to fight for my life.
I raised my bloodied fists, staring straight into the eyes of the monster who would surely kill me. He took half a step forward before stopping dead in his tracks as a quick flash of a blade sliced through his neck so smoothly that his head stayed balanced for a moment before slipping off to the ground with his body following suit. I didn’t have even have enough time to feel shocked when the remaining two vamps who were cornering me met the same fate. What the hell? I thought to myself. I looked up to gauge the situation when I saw her. Long Y/H/C hair danced through the room, swiftly flowing as she expertly beheaded pests left and right, a machete in each hand.
“You just gonna stand there, or are you gonna help?” She yelled as she slid one of her blades over to me. I picked it up and joined back in the fight. She had already taken care of the vampires after Sam and he was by her side, picking them off quickly. I took care of another three, leaving just two left who were quickly retreating and too far away for us to catch them on foot. The strays had almost made it to the door when I saw the mystery hunter throw her machete, nailing one square in the back. She then grabbed my knife from my hand, flinging it at the other, leaving both of them lying on the ground. Two bullseyes. Damn.
Sam and I jogged over to them, pulled the blades from their backs and, in unison, sliced their heads off. Chests heaving, we looked up at each other, then over to the new girl who was wiping blood from her machete on the jacket of one of the victims.
“Bleh.” I heard her mutter to herself as she casually kicked a severed head from her path and walked over to us.
“Sam and Dean, right?” She asked.
Sam and I, both still shaking off the shock, hesitated to answer. Sam cut the silence. “Uhm, not to sound ungrateful, but who are you?”
“Your new favorite person.” She gave a teasing side smile. “I’m Y/N. Bobby Singer called me and asked if I could check in on you boys. He said something about you having your heads too far up your asses to ask for help.”
I got lost in her eyes when she looked at me and my heart was beating so heavily that I felt my legs shake with every thump. I could only hope she and Sam couldn’t hear it beating. Sam noticed my dreamy state and hit my side, pulling me from the trance. I cleared my throat and desperately searched for the words to invite her to stick around for the rest of the night. I had to get to know her. A million phrases ran thought my mind, but all that managed to slip from my mouth was, “We have a shower.”
Sam dramatically turned his head and looked at me like I had lobsters crawling out my ears. Y/N raised her eyebrow and nodded a little. “Okay. Good for you?” She replied, clearly confused.
“Oh, no, I just…. I, uh…” I stammered. Sam quickly interrupted me. Thank goodness.
“I think what my brother is trying to say is that you are welcome to come back to our motel and clean up if you want.”
“I actually have a room not too far off from here, but I appreciate the offer.”
Crap. Say something, Dean! Don’t just let her go.
“Well can we at least meet up with you and buy you dinner? We owe you that.” I, too eagerly, counter-offered, just relieved that I spoke in full sentences.
“Okay, yeah that sounds good. Let me go get this blood washed off first though.” Y/N agreed.
“Great, meet us at that old timey diner on main street at five.” Sam added.
“See you then, boys.” Y/N looked between the two of us and smiled.
“It’s a date!” The words flew out of my mouth before I even thought about them twice. “Well, not an actual date, but you know…” I rubbed the back of my neck and grimaced at my own stupid self. Y/N gave a small laugh and sent a wink my way before leaving.
Sam waited until the door was closing behind Y/N before he turned to me. “Dude... We have a shower?” He mocked, clearly trying to suppress his laughter, which escaped in a snort anyway. “You’ve got it bad!”
“I do not!” I tried to fight, but I knew I was lying to myself. Right now, I should be feeling lucky that we didn’t die a horrible death, but all I could think of were Y/N’s deep eyes, brilliant smile and that wink she sent my way. Damn, that wink. “Shut up. Let’s get outta here.”
Sam’s laughter continued all the way back to the motel. He was having way too much fun reenacting the “lost puppy” look on my face.
Sam was in the shower and I walked over to the mirror hanging above the desk and gave myself an internal pep talk.
You are Dean freaking Winchester. Girls don’t scare you and you will not be an idiot tonight!
I gave myself a reassuring nod then reminded Sam to hurry so I could wash all the vampire gunk off of me.
We pulled into the diner just before five and the waitress seated us. The minutes seemed to drag on and I couldn’t help but check my watch every few seconds.
“Dude, relax. I can feel your anxiety from across the table.” Sam said, not picking his eyes up from his menu. I sent him a glare and began to read down the list of food they had here. The bell at the door dinged, signaling someone had entered and my eyes shot up. There was Y/N, dressed in blue jeans and a plain white shirt. How could she be so beautiful in something so casual? She looked around and I waved my hand at her, my heart singing the second she saw me. I was mesmerized by her doing something so simple as just walking over to us at the table.
“You two clean up nice.” She greeted. Sam had purposely sat in the middle of his side of the booth with our coats on either side of him so she wouldn’t have any choice but to sit by me. You would have thought I had just finished running a marathon with how fast my heart was beating.
“So,” she picked up her menu and glanced over it, “you guys been here before? What’s good?”
Sam answered first. “We got some take out last night. The grilled chicken salad is pretty good.”
“Nah, come on. We’re celebrating! I don’t know about you guys, but seventeen vamps inside an hour is a personal record. You can’t celebrate properly with salad.”
I tried my best to hide my smile at her comment.
“My go to is always a cheeseburger of some kind. Preferably with bacon.” I added.
“Mmm, you know what? Bacon does sound good. I’ll go for the BLT.” She smiled and shut her menu, placing it on the edge of the table. Man, this girl just keeps getting better. “So, I’ve gotta admit, I never thought that the first time I’d be meeting the famous Winchesters would be me saving your asses.”
“You’ve heard of us?” I ask, trying my hardest not to stare too much.
“Are you kidding? Everyone in the hunting community knows who you two are. Plus, Bobby loves you boys more than he’d ever admit.”
“I remember Bobby talking about you, too.” Sam joined in. “He said he loved you like a daughter, but he never sent us out on cases with you because he didn’t want us to ruin you.”
“Hah! Yeah, that sounds like Bobby.” Her smile absolutely lit up the small diner. “He told me he didn’t want me ever getting involved with you boys because you were bad influences. Well, mostly just Dean actually.” She looked at me and added, “Bobby said you’re too much of a womanizer for me to be around.”
I didn’t want her to think that I was interested in her just to use her. My soul wanted to get to know hers.
“I used to be.” I admitted. “Not so much anymore.”
“What changed?” Y/N asked.
“I guess going to hell and coming back really changes a guy.” I laughed.
“Fair enough.” Every time Y/N looks at me, I get a rush of adrenaline. I’m trying my hardest not to blush when the waitress comes over to take our orders.
Dinner was the most fun I’ve had in a long time. We exchanged hunting stories and talked about our lives a lot. Y/N’s family had died when she was little, and she bounced around between Bobby and a few other hunters who helped raise her. She seems to be the most put together person for having a past like that.
Y/N excused herself to use the bathroom and Sam made his move. “Alright, Dean, I’m going to head back to the motel. You good to walk?”
“What? Why?”
“I’m going to give you two some time to yourselves. Tell her I was just tired from the hunt and wanted to head back.”
I give him a suspicious look, but I’m actually more than happy I get some one-on-one time with Y/N.
“Oh, and don’t sleep with her. Bobby will send you straight back to hell.” Sam added with a hard pat on the back as he takes the keys from me and heads out the door.
Y/N comes back and asks where Sam went.
“Oh, he’s kind of a party pooper. He went back to the motel for some shut eye. You don’t mind if I keep you company, do you?”
“I’d like that.” A shy smile crept up on her face.
“So, we’re celebrating. How about some dessert?”
“Hell yes. You are speaking my language. I have the world’s biggest sweet tooth.”
“What are you in the mood for? I guess you get to pick since you saved my ass.” I was obviously hoping she’d choose pie.
“Anything chocolate.”
“Hmmm,” I look over the small menu off to the side of the table, “chocolate cream pie? I love me some pie.”
“Perfect!” She waived the waitress over and order a whole pie. A girl after my own heart.
A few minutes later, a beautiful, massive pie is set down on our table with two forks and we dive in. I ate my fair share, but Y/N polished most of that thing off.
“I’m impressed.” I sit back and rub my full stomach as I look at her finishing the last few bites of the pie. “I’ve never seen any girl eat that much.”
She shrugged. “I love chocolate. Plus, hunting makes me hungry.”
I can’t help but admire her every movement. She’s so kind and graceful, and her hair falls so perfectly around her shoulders. I can’t find one flaw and I know I’m in trouble. She catches me staring at her a few moments too long, but I shake off the embarrassment and keep the conversation flowing, not wanting this night to end. We talked for hours about anything and everything. Dreams, hopes, fears, music, food, family, and before I know it, the waitress is telling us that we have to leave because they are closing. My heart drops because I just can’t get enough of this girl. Everything in me was so drawn to her.
I open the door for her, and the slight breeze is just cold enough to give her goosebumps. Immediately I take off my jacket and wrap it around her shoulders, holding it up enough to let her arms slide in.
“Thank you.” She smiled.
“Don’t thank me, I’m only standing here right now because you saved my life.” We stand silent for a few seconds just looking at each other before she breaks the stare and reaches into her pocket, pulling out her car keys.
“Well, let me at least give you a ride back to your motel. It’s too cold out here for you to be walking.”
It wasn’t too cold, but I wouldn’t turn down that offer in a million years.
“You mind driving? I’m pretty sleepy.” She held her keys out to me. Something about the way she said “sleepy” and looked up at me while drowning in my jacket made me go crazy. I hadn’t known this girl for even 12 hours, and she owed my entire heart already.
“Of course.” I gladly took her keys from her and subconsciously placed my hand on her lower back like we were some cheesy-ass couple, but she didn’t stop me, so I left it there as I lead her to the only car left in the parking lot, which I assumed to be hers.
“Where are you staying?” I asked.
“At the Red Rock motel, about ten minutes that way.” She pointed north. I couldn’t help but laugh as I moved her arm to the right.
“Sam and I are holed up there too, but it’s actually east.”
We both laughed as I started up the engine.
“Don’t judge me. I drove twenty hours straight to save your asses and I’m tired.” She joked. “Plus, I’ve never been that good with directions.”
“Well, it’s a good thing you’ve got your own personal compass now.” I sent her a wink, and she bit her bottom lip, trying to fight the blush that was creeping up on her cheeks, which, in turn, made me blush. Dammit, am I a freaking teenager again?
We pulled into the motel and I walked her to her room. She shrugged off my jacket and thanked me as she gave it back and told me goodnight.
I couldn’t wipe the stupid smile off of my face the entire walk back to my room, and upon entering, Sam noticed.
“Aww, Dean’s in love.” Sam half mocked from the bed he was sitting on, with his computer in his lap.
“Whatever.” I brushed him off. “You got a new case?” I nodded to the computer and newspapers that he had been studying.
“Yeah, I think so. Some missing people in Montana have shown up with their hearts ripped out.”
“Sounds wolfy to me.” I added as I began to get ready for bed. “Maybe Y/N wants to come with us. You good if I invite her?”
Sam raised his eyebrows at me. “No, I don’t mind. But be straight with me for a minute here. Dean, how much do you really like this girl?”
I didn’t even feel the need to lie. “I really, really like her. Like I’m already in way too deep for not knowing her for a full day.”
“Wow. The great Dean Winchester is whipped. Never thought I’d see that day.” Sam closed his laptop and began to gather up all his papers. “Be honest, was it when she threw the machetes?”
“The freaking machetes, man. That was the most badass thing I’ve ever seen…” I trailed off. “But no, I mean, that’s part of it, but it’s just everything about her. I can’t say it’s one specific thing, because it’s just every single detail about her draws me in.”
“Alright Nicholas Sparks, well I’m getting some shut eye and you should too. We have a long drive tomorrow.” Sam turned off the lamp by his bed and turned away from me, snoring almost instantly. I slid under the covers, knowing that I should be exhausted after a long day that involved almost dying, but all I could think about was talking to Y/N tomorrow.
Chapter 7
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Petty Revenge pt1
Note: I started playing Mozart's route, and boy, does he know how to push my buttons (I know I'll probably fall for him eventually, though). MC being her sweet and innocent self, is all like "I'll get him to like me", while I just wish I could punch him. So it got me thinking: what if instead of forgiving ball of sunshine, our MC was someone who was not above messing with the boys to get some payback. Also, let me know in comments if you’d like a part 2.
Mozart:
Traveling through time to 19th century, only to find herself trapped in a mansion full of prominent historical figures, who also happen to be vampires, MC was not exactly having a good time.
Well, seeing as there was no going home for a whole month, she offered her help around the mansion, which is how she came to be responsible for delivering a breakfast next morning to one Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, AKA His Royal Rudeness.He used every opportunity to remind her how annoyed he was that she was even here, which is something she had no control over.
After exhausting all her energy on trying to talk to him only to get showered with insults, she finally gives up. If he wants to hate her, she will give him a good reason for that.
The hardest part was finding the right moment to carry out her plan. He rarely left the mansion and spent most of his time in the music room. Finally, after being asked by le Comte, he leaves one night to perform at the ball. She picks up tools that she managed to “borrow” without Sebastian noticing, and with a smile on her face heads to the music room.
Next morning, after setting down his cup of coffee and music sheets, Mozart sat down in front of his piano, only for the bench to let out a laud creak. He froze up, then moved slightly, as if to make sure that really happened. And sure enough, there was that sound again.
Not wanting to deal with it at the moment, he tried playing while sitting stiff as a board, making sure to only move his hands, but even that was followed by that annoying noise, so he marched out of room, frustration written all over his face.
He got Leonardo to fix it for him, only for the bench to start creaking again a few days later. He found himself in a never-ending cycle, fix the problem, only to have it reappear, sometimes even later the same day. One day, he stormed out of music room, red faced and eyebrows scrunched up with anger, and went to the town to buy a new one, hoping to finally put the matter to rest. It didn’t work.
Maybe it’s telling you that you’re fat attitude should go on a diet. MC stood at the door, gazing at Mozart leaning defeated over piano. He turns, seeing her smirk, realization finally dawns on him. But as she walks away, he simply stands there, mouth open, having to many things to say, but being too exhausted to voice them.
Theo:
She didn’t think that he ever used her name, sometimes she doubted that he even knew it. No, to him she was Hondje, a dog. And when he wasn’t busy calling her one, he was busy comparing her or treating her as one. That he claimed to like dogs did little to make her feel okay with it.
No amount of polite asking did anything to change this. Fine. There were other ways to get the message across. It was Sebastian who gave her a perfect idea, letting her know an interesting little detail about Theo. Honestly, the amount of information that guy had on the residents was frightening.
It was a long day for Theo. After spending it running across town, selling paintings, trying to butter up stuck up nobles, and then getting into a fight with those assholes from L’ Academie, he was really looking forward to seeing his bed.
After he checked up on Vincent, who was still painting despite the late hour, he headed to his room, only to run into MC in hallway. Hondje, you’re still up? He expected her to pout, as she always does when he calls her that, but instead she greets him with a smile. Just finished my chores. I was on my way to my room. And as she passed by him, her smile growing even bigger, she adds Good Night, Theo. Something in the tone of her voice told him she was up to something, but he was too tired to deal with it tonight.
Finally arriving at his door, he opens them, light from the hallway spilling into his room, and he freezes. It’s a miracle how he managed not to let out a scream, or how he was even able to lift his hand and pinch his cheek to insure that what he was seeing was real.
His room was filled with cats. Not a cat, which was terrifying enough. Cats. Ten, he thinks, though it’s difficult to count them due to them jumping all over the place.
Somehow managing to close the door, he practically runs back to Vincent’s room. He grabs him by the sleeve, like a little boy, and stuttering explains to his brother what’s wrong. Vincent enlisted Arthur to help, and between the two of them, they soon got all the cats out into the garden.
After he cautiously walked into his room, Theo found a note on his bed.
Just letting you know, I’m more of a cat person.
Arthur:
To put it simply, Arthur was a walking, talking, breathing sexual harassment. MC could deal with his flirting; him trying to bite her, however, was another matter entirely. He gave her some kind of apology, saying how he did it because he wanted to warn her about vampires, because words are apparently overrated.
He continued to flirt, seemingly unaware of what personal space means, and well, it was quite exhausting. She wanted to punch him so many times, but she knew that would do little to solve the problem, it might even encourage him.
Watching his interaction with Dazai, who seems to be the only person capable of getting under his skin, gave her an idea, something very simple.
Arthur was heading to the library, intent on doing some research for the book he was working on; only to find it occupied by one very pretty skirt. She had her head in the book and didn’t appear to have noticed him walk in.
Smirk on his face, he slowly approached her, already picturing her little gasp of surprise that was sure to be followed by a glare, as he set next to her and threw his arm around her shoulder. But her reaction wasn’t what he expected, in fact there was no reaction, she simply turned her head and looked at him.
He was taken aback for a second, but than flirt mode was back on. He went on and on, teasing her and complimenting her, yet she didn’t blush or said anything. She just kept looking at him, eyes narrowed in concentration, as if she forgot something, and was trying hard to remember it. Noticing this, he too fell silent, and for a moment they simply stared at each other. Suddenly, her eyes went wide, she snapped her fingers, smile appearing on her face. It’s Sherlock, right? I’m sorry, I’m not very good with names.
From then on every time he talked to her, she referred to him as Sherlock or that guy who wrote Sherlock. To make matters worse, Dazai joined in on the game.
Sebastian:
He is a perfectionist and very strict, understandable considering his occupation. She didn’t mind that; after all she volunteered to help around the mansion, which quickly proved to be a not so easy task. She understood that she needed to learn the ropes as quickly as possible, otherwise she’d just make things more difficult for Sebastian, so his constructive criticism didn’t bother her too much.
What did bother her, however, was his passive-aggressiveness. He would always make some snide remark, delivering it in a way that left her unable to reply lest she end up being the rude one. Add to that his habit of flicking her forehead, as if she was a little child, and well... He had it coming.
So one night, after diner she was volunteered into cleaning up the kitchen by herself, after being flicked again, because a single spoon wasn’t polished to Sebastian’s standards.
The next morning, Sebastian walked into the kitchen, part of him expecting to find something out of the ordinary, after all we are talking about MC. The kitchen was spotless and nothing appeared to be unusual, at least not at first glance. Feeling relieved, he went on to start preparing breakfast and make coffee for the residents.
He opened the first cupboard to take out coffee cups, and stared at it in shock. Gone were the cups, as well as all glasses that were supposed to be there as well. Instead he was greeted by plates that should be in a different cabinet. And not only were they misplaced, they were stacked completely out of order, piled in one disorganized mess, rim soup bowl on top of a salad plate, on top of a dinner plate, on top of a bread and butter plate, and so on.
He proceeded to the other cupboards and drawers, his horror growing with each one opened. He found saucers in the drawer where utensils were supposed to be, cups and glasses where plates used to be kept, spoons, forks and knives all mixed together, frying pans, cooking pots, spices, all piled in one giant nightmare.
It is a miracle how he managed not to have a heart attack. He started pacing, hands running through his hair in frustration, desperate to figure out how to begin putting kitchen back in order. It was at this point that MC walked in with a cheery Good morning!, soon to be followed by the rest of the residents.
What happened here?, asked le Comte. Looks like Sebas loves cleaning so much, he does it in his sleep, only not as successfully as when awake, MC said, and before he could deny it, the boys were already cracking jokes about it, while he was left desperate to try and maintain his cool.
Later she was left alone to clean up her mess, which was fine, she wasn’t trying to make Sebastian’s job more difficult, she simply wanted to get a reaction out of him. She paused for a moment to rub a red mark on her forehead. He flicked her so hard, she was sure her brain did a flip. Worth it, she grinned, Wait until he finds out I changed the order of keys on his key chain.
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About You || Part VIII
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PAIRING: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader/OFC
Summary: Wanda had never known loss like she has until she lost Pietro. It’s debilitating. She can’t eat, can’t sleep, can’t even leave her house. Life is fading fast, and she’s not sure if she even wants to hang on. Enter you, a stranger that reconnects her to the daily things that makes life beautiful.
Warnings: Deals with loss & grief and the spectrum of emotions and depression that comes with it. Please note there is no glorification in any of this. Loss, grief, and depression are nothing beautiful. Also, please don’t hesitate or reach out for help if you are in a dark place. Love you, lovelies 💘
Genre: Angst & Romance
NOTE: Okay two more chapters and you finna be shook.
PART I || PART II || PART III || PART IV || PART V || PART VI || PART VII
PART VIII of X
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"So, you're dating now?"
Wanda smiles as Steve asks the question again, but this time, she won't lie.
"Yes," she tells him and watches him smile widely.
"Exclusivity is beautiful, isn't it?" Steve laughs while Wanda tries to not roll her eyes at his veiled words of 'I told you so.'
"She is beautiful, and she's mine," Wanda softly smiles.
"Are you scared?" He asked.
"Absolutely petrified," she admits, "but I want her more."
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"How was your day?"
The days have been coming to a quiet end, and the evenings after dinner are becoming Wanda's favorite.
There's something about being full of a warm homecooked meal, and settling on the couch with a fuzzy blanket that excites Wanda.
There's cuddling, hands sneaking under their shirts, and quiet kisses.
"I've got a commission for a painting," Wanda shares the good news which has you smiling.
"That's amazing considering you've been inactive for a year," you rub her back.
"I am amazing," she nods.
"And so humble," you laugh, pressing a kiss to her brow.
Wanda hums, sighing against the gesture of affections.
It's quiet, nothing but the TV playing mindlessly in the background as you enjoy each other's company.
"Do you ever miss your brother? Or the other guy?" Wanda asks, playing with the ends of your shirt.
"I think about them often, but I don't always miss them," you explain to her.
It was something Wanda feared. All she had left of Pietro were memories, and if she didn't miss him all the time, then what becomes of the memories?
You trace a line down Wanda's back, eliciting a shiver.
"We are not always grieving, and we are not forgetting. Growing means we can appreciate the past in the new light."
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"Where is she?" Natasha asks, digging into her salad while Wanda is painting.
"She's back at work," Wanda replies as she dips her brush into more water.
"And you're painting again," Natasha notes.
"Inspiration hits at the oddest times," Wanda smiles.
Natasha had seen Wanda shift many times. The hardest was seeing the girl grieve. There was nothing that could describe how she felt watching the life fade from her friend's eyes, the weight she has lost, and the trashed canvases.
But she had seen Wanda shift again when you came. It was slow, and Natasha is sure Wanda was barely tolerating your presence at first. But it was small and steady. The eating, the curiosity, and the waiting Natasha saw were wonderous.
"Do you still think about Pietro?" Natasha asks softly.
"Yes," Wanda admits, "All the time."
"Does it still hurt?"
"No," Wanda slowly answers.
She doesn't say much else, but Wanda can tell that Natasha wants to ask her why.
It was only something that Wanda had discovered over the last few days.
Wanda dips her brush in more water.
"Have you ever read the Children's Book, 'The Invisible String'?" Wanda asks, hearing Natasha hum in return.
"Pietro read to me all the time as a kid, especially after our parents died," Wanda dipped her brush in some blue paint. "I thought my string with Pietro was cut because I kept tugging on it, and I didn't know if Pietro could feel it."
"And?" Natasha asked.
"I think the string got so tangled with me constantly pulling on it that I forgot that the string still exists because I still feel the tug of it," Wanda stares at her painting. "You know what I think?"
"What?" Natasha asks with a smile.
"I think the string exists as long as I exist."
Natasha is happy with Wanda's answer. She finishes her salad before she watches her friend finish painting.
"You like watercolor?"
Wanda dipped her brush in water, looking at the lines that she drew underneath the paint.
"Yeah, it's truly a work of art."
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The sheets shuffled around as you felt Wanda get out of bed.
It turns out, Wanda gets the best hit of motivation and inspiration just as the sun comes up. She leaves to go to her studio to start painting but always makes sure to come back to wake you up with a kiss and tea.
You feel a tug on your left hand, and something cool being pressed across, before a rush of cool air being blow. But for the sake of Wanda, you keep your eyes closed.
When you wake up, you see a thin, red, squabbly circle painted around your wrist.
Then across your forearm, there was a scribbled message.
Your string leads to mine, should I show you?
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"How do you know mine leads to yours?"
You're sitting together at the counter with Wanda, tea, and coffee in hand before going to work.
"Because when you miss me, I feel it tugging on my heart," Wanda smiles sleepily.
"And when you miss me?" You ask with a tilt of your head and a grin.
"Then, I'm vigorously sending my love through the string until it tugs on your heart."
You can't help but smile wider because Wanda has such a way with words, and she's so honest and endearing.
Wanda sets her cup down, opening her arms until you come to settle into her arms, leaning on her.
You kiss the crown of her head, running your fingers through her unruly hair, laughing when it doesn't quite make a difference.
"I love the mornings with you," Wanda mumbles.
"You didn't before?"
"I couldn't stop thinking about how it was all temporary before, that eventually, you would leave and I would be alone."
"We're not always together, though," you remind her, brushing her hair slightly to the side.
"Even when we're apart, I think about how you'll come home to me," Wanda licks her lip.
You swallow, your heart feeling a little too full, and the only way to manage it is to press your lips to Wanda's.
They're in the privacy of their own home, but it felt scandalous to feel your hand underneath Wanda's shirt, your warm palm pressing between her bare shoulder blades.
You watch as Wanda's eyes flutter.
"What are you thinking about?" You ask against Wanda's lips.
"I'm thinking about how I'm in love with you."
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Days off were rare, but Wanda loved every time she got to laze around with you at 2PM on a Thursday.
You were currently on the couch, hoarding her right hand, grinning as you saw the same painted thin, red, squabbly circle.
There have been talks about tattooing it, but for now, Wanda diligently draws them on every day.
"What are you doing?"
"Don't move," you whine.
Wanda watches you with a slow smile as she feels scribbling on her arm.
When you finish, you give her a kiss right smack on her lips before going to grab late lunch. Or early dinner.
Wanda looks to see what you've written.
наша любовь это произведение искусства.
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Steve watched with happiness as Wanda chopped the vegetables.
"How's the painting going?"
"It's going," Wanda shrugs. Inspiration comes and goes, but she's close to finishing it.
"You should open your own gallery," Steve says. "I'll threaten people to come to opening night."
Wanda lets out a laugh knowing Steve would actually be politely handing out flyers. Steve closes his eyes, a joy from being about to hear such a sound from his friend again.
"How are things with her?" Steve asks, watching the way Wanda's eyes light up ever so subtly.
"She wants to find a new place with me," Wanda smiles.
"Why doesn't she move here?" Steve asks.
Wanda tilts her head, looking down at her vegetables.
"It takes her forever to get work. I want to be able to give her something too for all that she's done."
Steve settles into a soft smile, his eye catching something on Wanda's forearm.
"Is that Russian?" He asks.
Wanda catches him staring at her arm and flushes slightly.
"Yes," she tells him.
"What's it mean?"
"It means our love is a work of art."
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"Wanda...Wanda..."
Wanda wakes up groggily to see you hovering over her with a frown.
"What's wrong?" She asks as you lie your head back down on the pillow facing her.
"What if...what if our string gets tangled or breaks?"
Wanda can tell you've had a bad dream.
And for once, she's the courageous one, ready to offer you reassurances.
She rolls over, pushing you on your back, hovering over you with her body pressed to yours as her fingers slide against your jaw.
"Our string can get tangled, it can be pulled on, it can even get lost," Wanda says, her breath on your lips. "But it will never break because as long as we exist, we will always find a way to each other."
Tears spill over your eyes as Wanda kisses you deep and slow.
That morning when you wake up, surprised to have slept through Wanda waking up.
You see the diligently painted red thin circle around your wrist, and the words this morning makes you cry.
If anyone could show me life is worth living, it is you.
PART IX
#mm: my fics#series: about you#wanda maximoff x OFC#wanda maximoff x you#wanda maximoff x reader#scarlett witch imagine#scarlet witch x reader#Wanda Maximoff Imagine#avengers au#avengers imagine#avengers reader insert#marvel reader insert#marvel au#modern avengers au
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Café Talks
Request from user @ravenfan1242 "Can you write a DamiRae where they grew out of the TT and went seperate ways for whatever reason. Before they had seperated they were in love with each other but his their feelings. Some years later after losing touch they see each other again and it's awkward but it's also a fire of pent up feelings that are still there."
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Growing up is probably one of the hardest things for people to do. Especially when it comes time to let go of the people from that past. The same people you had numerous adventures with, and even grown go call family. Leaving the Titans wasn't as easy as I probably made it seem to be, but how could I have said 'no' to father when he told me I was growing too old to be considered a teen titan. He was right, but it didn't make it any easier.
Imagine my surprise when I had gotten an invitation from Koriand'r to join her and the rest of the ex-titans for a reunion. Which is what lead me to be here in front of the what now seems abandoned Titans Tower. Memories came flooding back to me as soon as I laid my eyes on it, I couldn't help but stare.
"It's odd, isn't it?" Said voice behind me asked. "This is the place we first met. And now here we are, years later."
I knew that voice thought it had been so long it almost seemed like a stranger.
"Hello, Raven." I smiled, turning to face her.
Her appearance hadn't changed a bit. Dark blue heels, and a leather jacket to match, a plain black dress that touched her thighs, and the same necklace she wore the time we were forced to 'mandatory fun.' The only thing that really changed about her is her hair. It no longer touched her shoulders as it had once before, instead, it was cut into a pixie. A sloppy pixie, though. It seemed like she tried to cut it herself. But, it somehow fit her.
Everything fit her, really. She looked very attractive, even if she did mean to be. Someone with her beauty, she most definitely has a boyfriend now. Somehow the thought of that stings... perhaps I'm not quite as over this past crush as I had once thought.
Raven caught up to me as we began walking to the tower together.
"I'm surprised you came," she said, "these sort of things have never really been your thing in the past."
"The ones in the past were never as meaningful as this one," I replied, keeping my eyes on the tower as we stepped inside, "if anything, Raven, I'm surprised to see you here. I had heard you've been on the hunt to find your mother for the past few years."
"Yes," she started sadly, looking towards the ground, "but with no real luck. I know she's alive, I do... but every trail I followed hasn't gotten me anywhere..." her voice perked up again, "so, I figured I needed some sort of relaxation in my life. After all, 'when the world comes crashing down, who's ready to party'?"
I only let out a small huff in response. This was something Raven and I often argued about. I keep hoping one day she comes to accept that Arella is just simply not alive anymore. I can't say I don't understand the pain she was feeling, however. For a while, after my own mother's death, I had tried to make some excuses for why she could still be alive. Of course, she isn't, and I knew that, but it never stopped me. It took me years to fully accept her death, but it seems it's taking Raven longer.
We walked inside the tower to a large cast of lights and people. It was the cleanest I had seen the inside of the tower since I first joined, more likely Koriand'r's doing, and a display of different foods and beverages of everyone's liking on a large table. From the outside of the tower, no one would ever guess such a display be on the inside. Though, maybe that was the intention.
I make my way to the sofa as I watch Raven chat with Koriand'r, Logan, and Reyes. It was... nice to see her smile at them so genuinely. Though part of me knew it was forced, I can live with the hope it's not. Perhaps it was time I helped Raven with her mother, even if I don't fully believe she's alive.
I walked over to Raven again and asked her to come with me so we could talk in private. She gave me a questionable look but agreed. I grabbed her hand and lead her to the back of the room where barely anyone was at.
"I want to help you in the search for your mother." I told her plainly.
Her eyes went from shocked to what seemed to be slight anger in seconds. "Why? You were never there to help me before? In fact, I vaguely recall you saying it was a 'fools mission' not that long before you left us."
I sighed. "Raven you and I both know I had to leave, I was almost eighteen an--"
"That's not what I'm talking about." Her voice grew sad. "I understand why you had to leave, Damian... what I don't understand is why you never contacted us again. You never visited, you didn't call, or text, hell you didn't even write a letter. Nothing. You just... left. And that wasn't fair, you know? We missed you, though you may not believe that... I missed you."
Ouch. There goes another ping to the heart. But she was right, it wasn't fair. Especially since I didn't really have a reason to do so besides the fact that half the time I was too busy to do anything but work with father. Doesn't mean I shouldn't have called in my free time.
She sighed. "You know what? Forget it. This obviously was a bad idea to come..."
She was about to leave before I grabbed her wrist.
"Wait, please," I begged, "you can hate me all you want later but... can I at least buy you a coffee, or maybe a cup of tea tomorrow? For old times sake?" God, I sounded pathetic.
She raised an eyebrow before nodding slightly. "Sure, if you really want to make up for what you did. 1 sound good?"
"Works for me." I smiled in relief as she walked away without another word.
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I've been waiting for her for about an hour now. I'm starting to think she stood me up. Not that I would really be mad about it, it would certainly be good karma. Though that doesn't stop me from questioning whether I should leave or not.
"You seem like a friendly face, mind if I sit with you?" Raven said, coming up from behind and taking her seat across from me. "Sorry I'm late, I had some errands to run that I completely forgot about. I would have texted you but I don't think I have your number anymore."
"I see." Was all I said.
The waitress came to take our orders. I ordered a simple coffee while Raven ordered hot cocoa.
"Really? Hot chocolate? If my memory serves me, I thought you usually got tea and a small salad here?" I raised a brow.
She giggled. "Hey, chocolate comes from cocoa which is a tree. A tree is a plant. Therefore, chocolate is a salad, and considering I'm getting it in liquid form, it also takes place for the tea."
I rolled my eyes. "Your sarcasm is still intact I see..."
"It's very rare for a personality to change in just a mere four years, Wayne." She smiled slyly.
"Four years is still a long time." I told her matter-of-factly.
"Perhaps... but only if you count the days."
Silence loomed for a while. Our drinks had been delivered, and we drank peacefully. From an outside perspective, one could think we're strangers who just say at the same table. That was until Raven broke the silence.
"So, what exactly did you want to meet?"
I let out a deep sigh and straightened my posture to show that I was serious. "I wanted to apologize for my behavior these past few years. I should have kept in contact when I had the chance to. But, if it matters, you were always on my mind."
She sighed, setting down her cup. "Well, one, I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have made you feel guilty, I know how busy Bruce tends to keep you and I should have realized that sooner... and, two, really? You thought about me? I'm... surprised, honestly."
"Why wouldn't I? You were the first person who has ever understood me, and you saved me from growing to be the spoiled brat I used to be in my youth. Not to mention how dark my world was before you have me a new perspective. You made me this way. The person I am today is all thanks to you."
She didn't respond, though her face lit up slightly. She began to run her finger around her now empty mug and was deep in thought. Perhaps to find the right words to say. But her words never came. Instead, a notification on her phone that seemed to startle her.
I chuckled at her jump. "Boyfriend?"
She gave me a look of slight shock before replying. "No, no just a weather notification. I'm actually single, technically. However," she smiled a bit as her cheeks tinted a light shade of pink, her voice lowered, "I do like someone. I have for a long time. And... it's funny. Because for a long time I had thought it was over him."
I raised a brow. "Wait, who?"
"Well, it's you, actually." She replied nervously.
Something inside me swelled. "Well... I might have had feelings for you as well. I think I have for a while."
"Yeah right." She rolled her eyes.
"I'm serious! I was just a coward to admit them. I remember even once practicing to do so in the mirror but never could do it in real life." I laughed at the memory.
"Now I know you're lying," She playfully jabbed at my shoulder, "come on, Damian! I look like I shouldn't even be standing next to you! You grew to be so... well, handsome. And honestly, I'm a mess. I have been for a while. I don't deserve your affection or--"
I grabbed at her hands and held them lightly. "I've loved you, despite your flaws. I had thought after some time, those feelings would have passed, but it's obvious it will never happen. So, if you want to, um..." I began to grow a bit nervous, "if you want to try something... I promise I'm not gonna leave you. You're never going to search for the answers you need, and suffer for the pain you feel by yourself again, I promise."
She smiled slightly, pulling her hands away from mine. "Damian, that's sweet, but what I'm trying to tell you is that I'm just simply not like everybody else. Between dealing with my father, and longing for my mother, I'm not as put together as I sometimes seem to be. You deserve someone better."
"There isn't anyone better for me than you, Raven... I smiled, "And speaking of your mother, my offer still stands. I still want to help you... and to love you. If you wish me to."
Raven looked down. "It feels like everyone has forgotten my mother even existed. Everyone except me. I've been looking for her all alone for so long..." her eyes lit up as she looked into mine, "but if I'm honest, I'm sick of being alone all the time. Both in my search... and my life. So... yes, Damian. I want you to be with me... and to help me... but, you know that by being with me, you're risking everything, right? I'm not exactly the safest person to be around these days."
I smiled. "It's a risk I'm willing to take... just staying by your side is enough."
She returned my smile as we paid for our drinks and exited the café hand-in-hand. This was definitely the start spectacular. For both of us.
#dcamu#dc#damirae#dcfilms#demonbirds#damian wayne x rachel roth#raven x damian#damian x raven#damian wayne x raven#damian wayne#damian al ghul#damian and raven#rachel roth#rachel roth x damian#damian x rachel roth#raven roth#raven#robin
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some time ago I wrote this fic, and today, after listening to some good 100 times this song, I had to write something about it, so I put these stories together and showed Harry's vision, how they ended up meeting
(and I know, I say that Harry was a nurse, but I only noticed this after writing almost 2000 thousand words, which means that I am not going to change this new story and just deleted the paragraph that referred to it, thank you very much.)
I do not agree with any act of vandalism
It was a normal Friday at the bar, the same guys from the executive building had come over after the office spoke badly about the boss, the women from the accounting department went to get the portion of shrimp, chips and salad, along with the usual beers, and almost everyone who was there, Harry knew. It was supposed to be a normal Friday.
But then, the door opened and a redhead came in, not the one who worked at the makeup shop on the corner, nor the teacher of the elementary who would marry next week, no, this was a new. She was short, but she wore black high-heeled boots that stuck to her knee, a black pantyhose, a matching skirt and a gray turtleneck sweater, which made her look like she was coming from a funeral. The redhead was one, if not, the most beautiful woman who had ever entered there, with her hair at the height of her breasts, loose and messy from the wind, big brown eyes, and freckles that painted all over her skin.
''Good night'' Her voice reached him, sweet and melodious, she sat at the bar in front of Harry and that alerted her that she could be coming from a funeral, because if it was a date, she wouldn't sit down there. There were deep dark circles that matched the whole sad scene he had created - a habit he had created since opening the place, always trying to guess what each person was doing there - and Harry almost wanted to hug her and offer his condolences. ''The strongest you have''
''Good night’' He tried hard to say, not wanting to look too shocked by her beauty, serving her properly with the strongest whiskey on the shelf ''Some say it makes fire come out of your ears'' He joked, trying to pull it out least a glare from the most listless brown eyes he had ever seen
‘’Is he good at setting someone on fire too?’’ Harry had met some people during his six years working there, and whenever someone started with these chats, he knew that some tragic love story would reach his ears.
‘’I’ve never tested it, but we’ve already used it to flambe one of our desserts and burned the ceiling’’ Even with that, the story that always made someone at least smile a little terrified, the woman remained listless. Harry beckoned Andrew to take his place by attending Andy, the painter who worked on the fifth floor of the building. "Is everything okay?" The redhead drank the entire dose, tapping the glass on the counter and wiping the drop that ran down the corner of her mouth before crossing her arms and looking at all the people around, as if she were envious of every smile that appeared on unknown faces
‘’Have you ever been betrayed?’’ Harry looked at her, picking up the ice and lemons as he continued to work on the drink from table five, trying to buy time to answer it.
‘’Hm ... Not that I know’’ At least none of his ex’s had said anything about it in the end.
''You should be thankful'' He poured another shot when she pushed the glass towards him, and she took it in a few seconds, her cheeks turning as red as her hair ''It sucks'' Her brown eyes shone for a second and Harry prepared to pick up the handkerchiefs he kept nearby, but then they dried up and were so lifeless they looked ashes
‘‘I’m sorry’’ He smiled when Tom took the glass with the freshly brewed drink, and went back to paying attention to her ‘’What is your name? I never saw you around here’’
‘‘Ginny ’’
‘’Harry’’ The pretty redhead stretched out her hand in greeting, forcing a smile
‘’Do you know everyone who shows up here?’’ He shook her cold hand
''Good part, usually people talk about their lives and we end up remembering them'' Ginny nodded, focusing her eyes on the empty glass in front of her and seeming to think about several things at the same time, and if it weren't for Rihana's music playing, Harry thought he could hear the gears working
‘’My boyfriend ... well, ex boyfriend, he came here. Do you know him?'' She opened the photo on her cell phone, showing her next to Michael, smiling from ear to ear as they drank ice cream, and Harry did his best to contain the shock when he saw the man who worked in the tattoo parlor and never left the bar alone. How could anyone betray someone like her?
‘’Huh… Yes. I think we talked at one time or another’’ He omitted, not wanting to delve into the fact that he had introduced Jones to Michael yesterday.
'’It seems that everyone knew that he was cheating on me but they didn't want to tell me. They preferred to make me a clown! My own friends!’’ This time there were tears, and Ginny made no effort to contain them ‘‘I am an idiot’’
''Of course not, they are'' Harry sat on the bench across from her, still on his side of the bar ''Michael didn't deserve you'' Not after going out with more than a year with several girls ( and he didn't think it was a short relationship, due to her sadness) ''You are too beautiful for him'' Ginny finally laughed, a little bitterly, but still a laugh
‘’And who would I be pretty to?’’ Harry shrugged
‘’I don’t know,I don't think there is a guy for work. But if you like women, maybe you’re more lucky’’ She laughed again, sniffling and wiping tears from her sweater sleeve. This time he took the handkerchiefs.
‘’We were together for five years ... Five years and God knows how many betrayals’’ His heart ached, wanting to go back in time and hit that filthy guy in the face ‘’I arrived on a trip and .. surprise! There he was with the barmaid on our sofa’’ Ginny forced a smile, taking the rest of the whiskey and hiding her face with her hands, seeming to cry even more
‘’He’s an idiot, you know that, don’t you?’’
‘’No more than me’’ Harry denied, taking the hands off her pretty face, trying his hardest not to wipe her tears-wet cheeks, or putting the red strands behind her ear, just taking another handkerchief and handing it over
‘‘It is forbidden to self-sabotage in this bar’’ Ginny laughed softly, wiping her wet face and giving little sobs ‘’I won’t let you think shit about you, when he was the one who missed. There was no way for you to know, there are no signs or any indications to let us know that the person is complete shit.’’
‘‘Well, there should be, I’d avoid a few years of being an idiot’’ Harry swallowed, not sure what to say, but then remembering something. He opened the drawer next to it, pulling out a box he had gotten from his mother and was saving for later
‘‘Take one’’ Harry pointed to the untouched chocolates, pulling the lid off and placing it close to her face ‘‘My uncle always says they improve any mood’’
‘’How can I know they’re not poisoned?’’ It was a valid question
‘’Pick one, and I’m going to eat’’ She looked at him, her brown eyes looking more like melted sugar and less like the ash at the bottom of the fireplace. Harry preferred that look, even if smudged with mascara. Ginny pulled out one of the truffles and handed it over, which he ate with common devotion, feeling the incredible taste of cherry liqueur mixed with dark chocolate, all melting in his mouth in the most perfect way. ‘’The best in all of London’’ He smiled ‘’Now, take one’’ And the redhead did it.
‘’Thank you’’ She smiled a little sheepishly, chewing on the truffle that should have been chocolate and pepper, and looking a little calmer than a few minutes ago. At least the hiccups were almost gone. ''I wanted to get back at him'' Maybe it was her beauty, maybe it was the fact that Harry thought he owed her something because he never noticed Michael dating - even if it was impossible, as he said, there were no signs or indicators - but it didn't take long for him to respond;
‘’Do you want help?’’ And so it was that after work, he ended up taking Ginny to a nearby neighborhood to break Michael’s car
‘’Don’t worry, my brother works at the police station and can cover up a case of vandalism. If, Michael has the courage to report, which I doubt’’ She reassured him, sitting in the passenger seat and finishing eating the last chocolate from the box, which he willingly gave her
‘’So, is this it?’’ He parked on the corner, happy that there were no security cameras on the street or the buildings around. The gray car was parked not far away, looking brand new.
‘‘Yep’’ Ginny got out of the car, looking much more angry than when she arrived at the bar, putting on the hoodie that Harry had borrowed and going steadily towards her final destination.
As promised, he followed her, taking care of her back while the redhead did all the destruction with a golf club he kept in the trunk, scratching the shiny paint and murmuring swear words and slightly incoherent phrases
''I once found panties in the back seat'' She said while explaining why the car ''And he told me I was going crazy, that that was my panties'' Ginny rolled her eyes, her cheeks purple "And when I once complained that he spent more time taking care of the car than going out with me, he said, 'it's just that the car doesn't complain so much'".
Harry looked over his shoulder, seeing that she was spilling a jar of old oil, which he had taken out to put in the trash, on the seats and steering wheel, while angry tears fell from her eyes, leaving her much more mascara painted than before.
As soon as she finished, falling in the middle of the street and sobbing in a loud cry, Harry knew he needed to get them out of there before some curious neighbor wanted to know what that noise was, or was going to take out the trash, so he picked her up as if it were the most precious thing in the world, letting Ginny soak his shirt with tears and shaking hands to grab him as if it were the only thing that would protect her at that moment
‘’Why does it still hurt, Harry?’’ Her tone made his chest ache and tighten, placing it inside the car and then leaving the crime scene - could it be called that?.
‘‘I don’t know, Ginny’’ he say sincerely ‘‘Revenge never really comforts, it doesn’t bring anything back’’
‘’He had no right to play with me like that!’’
''No''
''I hate him so much'' The sobs echoed back in the car ''I don't think I'll ever be able to love anyone again'' Harry looked at her, her hair totally messed up, her face dirty with makeup and red from drink, her eyes swollen crying, and red lips trembling, looking just as vulnerable as Teddy on waking from a nightmare or going 5 minutes without Tonks or Remus around. Harry sighed, saddened that a woman like her was suffering like that for someone so ridiculous and filthy, that he didn't deserve even a hair of her stress. Ginny definitely deserved to be happy and to be loved, and it was a shame that they met at a time like this, because Harry can imagine himself - even if for a second - by her side.
‘’It’s never too long ... There must be someone’’.
#hinny#harry x ginny#harry potter au#harry potter#hinny au#hinny angst#ginny weasley#hp fanfic#hp couples#hp au#read-a-hinny-fic
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I was tagged by @banashee share the first sentences of the last 20 stories I wrote and check whether there are any patterns. Thanks for the tag! =) Lets see how this goes.
1) Tit for tat (Ironhawk, teen)
This has to be the dumbest thing I have ever done to get back at someone Clint thought, tying his tie carefully.
2) Snug as a bug in a rug (Winterhawk, teen)
It was the end of the night and Bucky and Clint were cleaning up the living room in a comfortable quiet.
3) This is why we can’t have nice things (Winterhawk, Teen)
Natasha stared at the two men across the table from her, mostly amused but unable to show it.
4) Somewhere between falling and soaring (Winterhawk, Teen)
Bucky Barnes sat at his normal lunchtime table, eating his normal meal- a salad and whatever dessert they were selling that day.
5) Grab your backpack and take my hand (Amerihawk, Teen)
“So let me get this straight,” Kate said, laying on Clint’s bed, her head over the edge so she could watch him.
6) The best view comes after the hardest climb (Winterhawk, Teen)
What should have been a solemn day was turning out to be too loud with too much laughter, too much smiling, and it was making Bucky’s skin crawl.
7) The world doesn’t stop turning just because we need it to (Clintasha, Teen, part two of a series)
Ear worm songs were the worst.
8) Step up, Win a Prize (Winterhawk, teen)
It’s just for a day.
9) Once I find the other side of someday (Winterhawk, teen)
“The video footage scene below was taken in Washington DC.-”
10) Nuts and Bolts (Ironhawk, Teen)
Clint Barton stared at the television without really watching it, his mind gone elsewhere.
11) The New Year’s Jaw (Ironhawk, Teen)
To say New Years Eve this year was different was an understatement.
12) Waddle you gonna do about it? (Winterhawk, Teen)
This was possibly the worst part about missions- where you had to split up and rendezvous at a safehouse, and now you were stuck there, waiting.
13) A Bucky bear for Christmas (Winterhawk, teen)
It was the last day of kindergarten before Christmas break and Clint couldn’t help but feel miserable.
14) (Not) Your typical Tuesday night (Winterhawk, Explicit)
“He fuckin’ did it again, Buck.-”
15) So much to say (I just can’t speak) (Winterhawk, Teen)
Bucky Barnes had never been the jealous type.
16) Maybe it’s not about being alone (Winterhawk, teen)
“Morning Cap,” Clint greeted, smacking Steve on the back when he passed.
17) Star in my sky (Winterhawk, teen)
Clint tried to ignore the dreadful feeling in his chest and tried to relax.
18) Red Vines and Peppermint Sticks (Winterhawk, teen)
“I- am going- to kill- your husband-” Bucky complained while he ran, panting out the words more than anything.
19) Smellin’ Like a Mini-bar (Winterhawk, Mature)
This whole day is turning out to be a fuckin’ mistake Bucky thought, freezing his ass off in Malmö, Sweden where he didn’t speak a lick of the language.
20) It’s not the place, it’s the person (Hawkpool, teen)
I’ll see you when you get home- don’t forget the chicken.
Whooo. That’s a lot. Uhm- I’m not sure there is much consistency? Sometimes it starts with a name, sometimes it starts off with conversations. I’m all over the place to be honest.
Let’s see. I’m gonna tag.... @pherryt @hawkeyeandthewintersoldier
@vexbatch @kalika999 @merelypassingtime and @crazycatt71
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