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tip-top-cloud-surfer · 6 months

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Honey, I’m Home - Rooster

Pairing: Rooster / Wife!Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

This work, all my works, and my entire blog are 18+ Only

Warnings: Kids; Talk of Pregnancy but Not Actually; Excessive Fluff

Summary: Rooster comes home from work and takes care of his family.

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Rooster was always cautious about the idea of getting married and having kids. When he lost his mom, he pictured having a big family of his own one day. In a way, to recreate the family that he lost. But then adulthood caught up with him and insecurity creeped in. After everything that happened in his childhood, he knew the risks that came with being a naval aviator. He knew what could happen.

But there was no way that he could just let the woman who would go on to become his wife get seduced by some other unworthy sucker. He had to put a ring on her finger. There was no other option. And five years, a wedding, two kids, and a thousand other things in between, there was nothing that Rooster would have done differently.

Except marrying her the night that they met, perhaps.

And returning home after work, Bradley assumed that he would walk into Alex living out his whole terrible two phase even though he was now three while poor baby Nickie cried in the background. Bradley knew that his wife was exhausted. He knew that she was stressed. And he tried to pick up where he could.

But today, he was surprised to return to a quiet house. There was no screaming or crying. Neither the dishwasher nor the washing machine were running. And neither was the TV. Bradley walked further into the house, genuinely wondering if everyone was home when he finally spotted his family.

Nickie was asleep in his bassinet, little fists up by his head just in case if someone tried to wake him up, so that he could give them a smack. His wife laid with her head resting on her arm. Alex laid on his back with his head resting against her chest and his mouth wide open.

Bradley paused, taking more careful steps forward. He didn’t want to risk waking anyone up. They all needed their sleep.

Carefully slipping away, Bradley changed out of his uniform and into a tank top and shorts before moving around the bedroom. Picking up clothes and cleaning the attached bathroom, Bradley tried to help where he could. And when he was finished there, he headed into the kid’s bedrooms to clean up there as well.

He knew that something as small as cleaning up the toys on Alex’s floor would make his wife’s day easier and he tried to do as many small tasks as he could without the risk of waking any of them up. Running a load of laundry, Bradley walked into the living room to check on his family. With everyone still asleep, Bradley kept moving through the rooms in the house.

Checking his watch, Bradley had to assume that it was probably a better idea to just get takeout rather than risk waking his family up by moving the pots and pans around. Carefully grabbing his keys, he headed out to his car. Half an hour later, he returned with food from his wife’s favorite restaurant and slowly crept into the living room again. Everyone was still asleep, but the smell of food seemed to finally rouse his wife.

Picking up her head, she blinked blurrily and squinted towards the kitchen. She sat up a bit before she realized the position that she was in with Alex resting his head against her chest. Rooster walked over to his wife instead, both of them knowing better than to risk waking Alex. He leaned over and pressed a kiss to her lips in greeting before pulling away.

“Have a good nap?” he asked softly.

“Seems like it,” she yawned, looking down at Alex with a small smile. “I can’t even remember how we ended up here.”

“I bought dinner. Your favorite.”

“Thank you,” she murmured, resting her head against her arm again as she stared up at her husband. “I didn’t realize how tired I was.”

“They’re a handful.”

“You think?” she replied softly, causing Bradley to grin.

She hummed to herself before Alex started to stir against her chest. After a couple moments, he eventually woke up, whining as he rubbed his eyes dramatically.

“Hey, Bubba, are you hungry?” Rooster questioned, gently picking Alex up.

“Yeah,” he mumbled, curling up against Rooster’s shoulder.

“Alright, let’s get you some food and then back to bed, okay?”

Bradley helped Alex eat his food and once he gave Alex some water to wash it down, got him changed and into bed before Alex could fully wake up and cause a ruckus. Nickie stirred a bit but it didn’t take too much more to settle him to sleep in his crib.

And for the first time in a long time, Bradley and his wife actually sat down and ate dinner together. Just the two of them.

“I almost forgot what this was like,” she mused, reaching for her glass. “It’s been so long since it was just the two of us.”

“You know, maybe I can rope Mav into watching them for a weekend. We’ll go to a nice hotel or rent a house. And just spend the weekend in bed together.”

She shot him a look and playfully threw a scrunched up napkin at his face. Shaking her head, she reached for her glass again.

“Only if you promise to not knock me up again so soon after Nickie,” she stated. “You’ve had that look in your eye like you want another one.”

“I would eventually like another one. Hopefully a girl,” Rooster conceded, though he shot you a reassuring smile. “But you’re the quarterback. You make the final call.”

“I’ll keep you in mind for later,” you told him.

Rooster jokingly made the phone symbol with his hand and mouthed, ‘call me,’ to which you dramatically winked back.

The two of you finished your dinner together before heading up to your room. You took a quick shower while Rooster checked up on Nickie, whose bassinet was set up next to your bed. Rooster was waiting with the blanket pulled back for you. Slipping in beside your husband, you let him pull you to his chest. You were out in about fifteen seconds, still exhausted, and Rooster chuckled to himself when you started to snore, since you insisted that you never ever snored.

Rooster was about to fall asleep himself when there was a light tap on the door. Picking his head up, Rooster gently maneuvered you over so that he could slip out of bed. He walked over to the door and pulled it open to reveal Alex with his blankie in the hallway.

“Can I sleep with you and Mommy?”

“Come here, Bubba,” Rooster urged, scooping him up.

Pressing a kiss to Alex’s head, Rooster carried him over to the bed. Rooster set his son down on the bed and Alex quickly suctioned himself into Rooster’s wife’s side. Rooster brushed his son’s hair with his hand before he climbed back into bed and got himself comfortable. Smiling as he looked over at his family, Rooster rolled over and went to bed.

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tacticaldiary · 10 months

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Gentle Hands

Request: Hey there! I love your writing so much and I was wondering if you could have some Johnny MacTavish brainrot with me. Johnny comes home from a looooong deployment and he wants to do nothing but collapse on the bed or couch. Until he sees our dear reader, cuddled up in their bed with one of his shirts on a pillow she’s cuddling. He can smell his cologne on the fabric and…whatever happens after that is up to you!

Pairing: Johnny ‘Soap’ MacTavish x Reader

Genre: Fluff (You deserve it after the marathon of angst I've been feeding you)

"You're sore?" She asks, taking a second to look him over slowly, and goddamn if it doesn't make him shiver.

"Nothing a few days with my girl won't fix." He says, trying to lean up again, groaning when she leans back out of reach. "Bonnie, your killin' me-"

A/N: The way I scrambled to write this the second I could, there's always time for Soap brainrot in this household

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Sometimes he thinks the pinging of bullets ricocheting off of metal follows him out of the battlefield. It's the only explanation for the ever present tension in his shoulder after a long gruelling mission.

Soap sighs, stretching out a shoulder while he digs his house keys out from his duffel bag. The keys feel cool and foreign against his fingers as he clumsily slots them in a turns the lock.

It's been nine weeks since he's unlocked his front door.

Haphazardly pushing off his shoes in the entryway, he throws his bag onto the floor and peers farther into the house. Despite his exhaustion, a smile finds itself on his face at the prospect of seeing her again.

God, he misses her. It was difficult to contact anyone outside of his team when on a mission, even moreso when they were black. The fear of their lines being tapped and tracked is very real, and Soap would rather wait a few weeks to see her than compromise her safety and theirs by allowing himself one fleeting moment with her.

"Bonnie? You there?" He calls out, stepping into the kitchen. Empty. He fights the urge to collapse onto the couch when he checks the living room, the lack of sleep catching up on him.

He's surprised he's still standing, honestly. The OP he'd been on had been in a far mountain range, a lot of trekking and camping out in the middle of a humid, highly vegetated area. Visibility had been rough and they'd taken turns sleeping a couple of hours before they continues trekking towards the enemy safehouse they were aiming to ambush.

He hadn't been able to sleep on the chopper back either, buzzing with the knowledge that he'd finally see her again after months and months.

A damn real bed seemed like heaven after resting on a rough muddy floor for weeks.

It was the middle of the day, but she was nowhere in the house. Not in her favourite armchair by the fireplace, nor in the garage or any of the bathrooms. He frowns a little. She could be out, then?

It's not until Soap pushes open the door to their bedroom that the next call of her name dies in his throat immediately.

His hand slips off the doorknob, hangs by his side as he takes in the sight, a soft grin on his lips.

There she was, sound asleep, arms cuddled around a pillow that had one of his t-shirts stretched around it. She looked so peaceful, face half obscured by the way she'd nuzzled into the fabric.

Letting out a breathy chuckle, he tries to make minimal noise as he shucks off his shirt and sits on the bed next to her.

Huffing under his breath, he gently tugs the pillow out of her grasp, slides in next to her, adjusting himself until her face is tucked into his neck, not any different from how she was with that pillow.

As if on instinct, her body relaxes, sinking into him and curling closer.

Bliss.

Utter bliss.

A deep, satisfied rumble in his chest as he relaxes, holding the woman he loves so much in their room, their bed, with clean sheets and a heart full of love, is what prompts her to wake up.

With a small groan, she makes a move to pull what she thinks is her pillow closer, but what she grabs isn't a feather-filled soft cushion.

Hard muscle meets her palm, strong and familiar.

"Pawin' at me already, hen?" The deep, tired voice in her ear has a pleased shiver running down her spine, and her eyes fluttering open quickly. "I barely made it through the door."

"Johnny?" She mumbles, eyes widening as the hand around her waist tightens in response. "Johnny!" She pushes herself up on her knees in surprise.

Sure enough, laying right in front of her was the man in the flesh, smiling up lazily, satisfied with her reaction. With a happy squeal, she lunges forward, hugging him tightly. She giggles when he catches her by the waist, sighing into her shoulder and clutching her body to his tightly.

He lets her straddle his waist, looking down at him like she couldn't quite believe it. Her hands roam over his chest as if to assure herself that he was there, actually under her, that he was home.

They lock eyes for a moment, and neither of them knows who moves first but they pull each other into a hard kiss, moving against each other with a practiced familiar ease.

"Missed you," She mumbles against his lips as he runs a hand through her hair. He hums, lets her pull away and cup his jaw. "Missed you so damn much, Johnny."

"I know, baby. Seem like ya had my spot covered though." He grins teasingly, stroking her hair and nodding to the shirt-clad pillow on the ground.

The way she goes red is adorable.

"I told you I missed you." She mumbles. "It just...it still smelled like you, helps me when I miss you more than usual, you know?" She admits. A small pang of sadness hits him at the knowledge that she missed him enough to resort to this...makeshift Soap?

"I missed you too. This is one hell of a welcome." He smiles up at her, squeezing her waist.

She shakes her head but can't chase away the smile on her face. He was home. Johnny, her Johnny.

"Stay around and there'll be much more of that." She teases.

"Minx." He groans, propping himself up on his elbows to bring her into another kiss. As he's doing so, the ache in his shoulder tightens and he winces, a movement not missed by her. She stops him with a hand on his chest.

"You're sore?" She asks, taking a second to look him over slowly, and goddamn if it doesn't make him shiver.

"Nothing a few days with my girl won't fix." He says, trying to lean up again, groaning when she leans back out of reach. "Bonnie, your killin' me-"

"You look like shit, Johnny." She says bluntly, watching him pause to gape at her in mock offense. "You need to rest tonight, okay? Let me take care of you." Much to his dismay, she slides off of him, prods at his shoulder ordering him to flip over.

Too tired to argue, he turns onto his stomach with minimal protest.

Soap truthfully does look like hell; tired, dark circles lining his eyes, but the desire to have her close in any way he can clouds any and all other thoughts. "You know I love ya on top of me, but might I ask what you're doing?"

Johnny presses his cheek to the cool pillow to glance over at her curiously. He watches her straddle his back, her weight tearing a small sigh out of him, his aching muscles relaxing under the soothing weight.

"Nine weeks haven't taken your voice away yet, I see." She rolls her eyes, hands travelling up his bare back to his shoulders. Her eyes linger on those strong muscles she's felt countless times under her hands, her nails, her mouth...

"It takes more than that. Besides, ya love my voice-" She chooses that moment to press into one of the tight knots in his back, red flushing up her neck at the deep, surprised groan Johnny cuts his sentence off with. His head drops into the pillow, his back going up and down with a deep breath.

Love his voice she does. She certainly does.

Her hands knead at the tension in his back, his shoulders, working out the knots built from weeks of stress.

Here. This moment right here. It makes the weeks of loneliness worth it. Days spent without him, waking up to an empty cold bed with only the remnants of his belongings scattered around the house to occupy her thoughts. It was all worth it when she got to feel the warm press of his skin against hers, when she got to welcome him back like this and spend the rest of her days with him.

Distance makes the heart grow fonder, as they claim.

Her lips press gentle kisses down his spine as she works, soft presses that convey more love than she could ever verbalise.

"I fucking love you." He breathes. Goosebumps flash across his skin when she smiles, kissing the back of his neck. It warms her from the inside out.

"I love you too." She responds quietly, resuming her work. She kisses every mark, every freckle, and blemish, replacing every memory of harsh shoves and painful encounters with a gentle, loving touch. It reminds him that through the horrors he saw every time he strapped his gear on, there would always be people as good as her in the world. Untouched by darkness and willing to love someone like him, someone with so much damn blood on his hands.

Seemingly satisfied by her assurance, he relaxes, relishing the press of her hands against him. The room falls into a comfortable silence, mostly because he's too tired and blissed out to fill it with his usual chatter. A couple of minutes later, he's putty under her hands, languid and relaxed, his shoulders devoid of the tension he came in with.

It's only when his back rises and falls, deep and steady that she slides off of him.

He's fallen asleep, she notes with a smile. At ease, he's a sight to behold. She pulls the warm blanket over both their forms, shuffling close to him.

Johnny's arm comes around her, pulling her close instinctually. His soft mumble is incoherent.

He sought out her nearness, even when unconscious.

The press of his body is familiar, so achingly familiar. The steady beat of his heart and the warmth of his body lull her to sleep, comfortable and relieved.

She drifts off knowing that the next time she woke up it would be in his arms. Loved, protected, and cherished.

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loving-barnes · 27 days

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LOGAN HOWLETT - BROKEN & MENDED

A/N: A new one-shot that I tried to write. It's okay, I guess. So here you go. Also, the title sucks, but... whatever.

Pairing: Logan Howlett x mutant female reader

Featuring: Avengers, Ex!Bucky Barnes x female reader

Warning: angst, fluff, implied smut?

Please, do not read if you are under 18. This story has sexual scenes.

Words: 3400+

Important note: I know Wolverine is like 160cm but… I forgot about tha that so, he’s a tall MF. (They kinda fucked that up in some of the movies, so whatever.) So Hugh Jackman!Wolverine

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LOGAN HOWLETT - BROKEN & MENDED

It felt like a dagger went through her heart. Her eyes watched her boyfriend and her best friend kissing in the kitchen. They didn’t know Y/N was there. It seemed that they didn’t care someone would be able to see them. She watched it all with her two eyes. The two people she trusted the most in the entire world broke her heart. How long was this happening? Why was this happening?

The vomit threatened to escape her throat. She was sick to her stomach from the betrayal. Shaking her head, Y/N silently walked away from the scene, heading back to the room she shared with Bucky.

When her eyes landed on the messy bed, she shared with him daily, her stomach flipped. She felt nauseous like never before. How often did he bring Natasha to bed while she was away on a mission? Her feet dragged her to the bathroom, where she ended up vomiting into the toilet.

Y/N stayed on the bathroom floor for another hour, thinking about her next steps. There was no point in crying over spilt milk. Bucky had decided to find peace in other girl’s arms. He had decided to break Y/N’s heart.

Sighing, she slowly got up, washed her face and rinsed her mouth. And then it hit her. How many people knew about this affair? Of course, Steve knew. He had to. He was Bucky’s best friend. Hell, even Sam had to know something.

She fished out a phone from her jeans and texted Tony. He, of all people, would be able to understand her. Once he agreed to see her, she washed her mouth one more time and left for the lab. As expected, Tony was tinkering on one of his suits. There was a big cup of cold coffee on the table that he didn’t drink.

“What’s up, Y/L/N,” Tony asked when he noticed Y/N in the lab. He immediately noticed her body language. Something was off. “What’s going on?”

She sat in an office chair, eyes scanning all the tools scattered around the place. “I need you to do something for me - no questions asked.”

His eyes captured hers, frowning. “Oh no, you can’t pull that card on me. What’s going on? What happened?”

No wonder Y/N wanted a ‘no questions asked’. A few months ago, Tony called Y/N to get him from a club. He was drunk, covered in vomit and upset about something. Y/N didn’t question it. She drove him to the tower, got him to bed, and they never spoke about it again.

Y/N took a deep breath, her lips quivering. She wanted to scream, cry and throw a tantrum like a child. Her heart was breaking some more. “I’m resigning.”

“What?!” Tony jumped on his feet. That statement woke him up. “What do you mean, Y/N? Does Barnes know about that? Are you two planning something? Are you pregnant?”

She shook her head. Damn, that last question got her even more. When did she start to feel the want to have kids with him? “He doesn’t know anything. I need you to accept my resignation and let me silently leave as soon as possible,” she said. “Please.”

Tony wasn’t a fool. He could see the pain in her eyes, how her lips trembled and how she tried to hold it together. Tony was able to put two and two together. Something happened between them - it was over. “Shit,” he shook his head in disbelief. “Holy shit.”

“Please, Tony,” she raised a hand into the air. “I have to do this. If he can’t come clean, I can leave without a word. Two can play this game.”

“But,” he closed the distance and put his hands on the woman’s shoulders. “You can’t leave the Avengers. You are like the little sister I never had. I can kick Barnes’s ass again if you’d like. Say the word and I will detach that damn arm from him.”

Y/N chuckled. It was hard to hold it together and not cry in front of Tony. “We can stay in touch, Stark. Please, don’t make me stay. My heart is broken, shattered into a million pieces. I won’t be able to look them in the eyes-”

“Them?” he interrupted her. “Who’s the woman?”

A tear finally escaped Y/N’s eye. “Natasha,” she whispered.

Tony’s fists clenched. He wanted to curse out loud and throw something into a wall. “I’m sorry,” was all he said to her. “I’m sorry things went to shit like this. Holy fuck, Natasha and Barnes? What the fuck?”

As the dam broke, Tony caught her in his tight embrace and let Y/N cry it out. He wouldn’t do it for anyone but her. As Tony said, Y/N was like his little sister whom he needed to protect. He pushed her away a little to look into her eyes. The pain in them was breaking Tony’s heart.

“Is there anything you need to take?” he asked. “Any photos or personal belongings?”

Y/N thought about it. All the photos she had were with Bucky, Natasha or the team. She didn’t have any family outside the Avengers. Everything she owned had been provided for her.

“No,” she said.

Tony sighed, nodding. “Alright.” He reached into the back pocket of his jeans and took out a wallet. He gave her a black card. “Take it.”

“What? Tony, no, I can’t,” she shook her head.

“Shut up, Y/N,” he frowned at her. “Take the damn card. I have twenty more. Get yourself a hotel, buy new clothes or a car - whatever the fuck you want. Text me from a new number once you settled down. I want to stay in contact with you even when you are on the other side of the world.”

“Oh, Tony.”

“I’ll let you know how the pandemonium went once they realise you are gone,” he chuckled at that thought. “Are you sure about this, Y/N?” he had to ask.

“I don’t owe Bucky anything - not even a stupid explanation. He decided to cheat behind my back with my best friend. God knows how long this has been going on for. I wouldn’t be surprised if Steve and Sam knew about this. I don’t trust any of them anymore, Tony. I was hurt many times before. This is a new level of pain I’ve never felt before. I thought he was it, you know? And look how it ended.”

“I want to say I understand. However, I don’t,” said Tony. “I’ll miss you, kid.”

. . .

Bucky had a phone pressed to his ear. He was walking around the lounge room like a lion in a cage. He cursed under his nose and redialed Y/N’s number. Steve, Sam and Tony walked into the lounge room, chatting. “Has anyone seen Y/N?” Bucky asked them. “I can’t get hold of her.”

“Have you checked your room?” Sam asked and sat on the couch. He put his feet up on the coffee table. “Or she’s with Natasha.”

“I’ve asked Nat. She hasn’t seen her the whole day,” said Bucky, frowning. He tried to call her again. “She’s not responding to texts. Where the hell is she? Did she go on a solo mission?”

“I don’t know anything about it,” Steve shrugged.

Tony crossed arms over his chest. “She left,” he announced.

All eyes turned to him. “What?” Steve asked. “What do you mean by that? Did Fury give her a solo mission?”

“She left,” Tony repeated sternly. Bucky approached the man, confused. “Barnes, come on, let’s not play this game. You think the woman wouldn’t notice?”

“What the fuck are you talking about, Stark?” Bucky spat. “Fuck, Stark, talk. Where the hell is Y/N?”

“Y/N found out about you and Natasha.” Tony’s fists clenched. He wanted to punch Barnes into his face. “How the fuck could you do that to her, Barnes? You didn’t have the balls to tell her the truth, to talk to her. And now, because you betrayed her, she left the tower - the team.”

Steve turned to Bucky, shocked by that revelation. “You and Natasha?” he gasped. “When?”

“Don’t tell me you didn’t know, Rogers,” Tony scoffed.

“Shit,” Sam commented. “What the fuck, dude?”

Bucky didn’t know what to say first. “When she’ll be back?”

Tony had to laugh. “You think she’s coming back? Come on, Barnes. You broke her heart. You cheated on her with her best friend. She’s never coming back. She left because of you. Also,” he turned to the Captain and the Falcon. “She thinks you two know about the affair.”

Sam jumped up on his feet, visibly pissed. “Whoa,” he glared at Barnes. “I don’t know anything about Barnes fucking Romanoff. What the fuck, Bucky? How could you do that to the best woman you could have ever had?”

“Sam, it’s not that simple-”

“The fuck it is,” Sam yelled at him. “I can’t believe you did that,” he said. “I’m so angry at you.”

“Sam. I… It’s…”

“Go fuck yourself, Barnes,” he punched Bucky into his shoulder and left the lounge room.

Bucky sighed, defeated. When he looked up at Steve, he could see the disappointment in his eyes.

Tony had to chuckle. “This is what happens when you think with your dick and not with your head and heart. This is your own doing.”

. . .

A FEW YEARS LATER

It was a big day. Tony Stark threw a massive engagement party for him and Pepper. He finally had the guts to ask the woman of his dreams to marry her.

He invited over a hundred people. He wanted to celebrate his beautiful fianceé, their love and happiness. Or in other words, another reason why to throw a party. Also, this was the perfect opportunity to see Y/N again.

It was almost two years since she left the team. No one knew anything about her except Tony and Pepper. They kept in touch with her the whole time. The couple knew about her new life, new role and more importantly new love. And now, they invited her to celebrate their engagement. Her new man was also invited.

It was supposed to be a big dinner with music and drinks. Everyone was there - the whole Avengers team, some SHIELD agents and even politicians who had a good relationship with the happy couple. And yet, Tony waited for his favourite person to arrive.

He was standing by the bar, nursing a drink. Tony’s eyes wandered around the place, trying to glimpse Y/N in the crowd. The dinner was about to start, and she still wasn’t there. A hand appeared on his shoulder, striking it lovingly. “Don’t worry. She’ll be here soon,” Pepper said to his ear. “She promised to come.”

He was ready to comment on it when his eyes noticed Y/N walk through the entrance, all dressed up and with a smile plastered over her face. A tall, muscular man stood behind her, helping her with her coat. Tony smiled, glad that Y/N had arrived with her new boyfriend. Tony liked that guy a lot. Same humour, both liked the taste of whisky and they dated amazing women.

“See, she’s here,” said Pepper with a smile. She raised a hand, waving to the couple.

“Are you sure about this?” Y/N heard her boyfriend’s voice close to her ear. “You don’t have to do anythin’ that makes you uncomfortable, baby.”

She turned to him, fixing his black suit. The way Logan was staring at her made her knees weak. His eyes were hungry, she was sure of it. When he saw the dress on her, he had to hold himself back. “I know, Lo’. I’m happy you’ve decided to come with me and be my plus one. Tony likes you a lot, to be honest,” she giggled. “Also, I’m done with my past and am focused on my present, with you.”

He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her closer. He pressed a kiss to her temple. “Come on, Y/N. Your friends are waiting. Nervous?”

“A little bit,” she had to admit.

Logan held her hand proudly. He tried to intimidate people with his glare. Y/N was surprised when she found him dressed in a fancy suit. Yes, it was all black - like he wanted. But damn, he looked sexy.

Together, they walked to Tony and Pepper, greeting them. Y/N hugged them both, while Logan shook hands with Tony and nodded towards Pepper.

“Congratulations, you two,” Y/N said with a smile. “You are finally doing it. I’m so proud of you, Tony. You are growing up,” she teased him.

“How are you holding up?” Pepper asked gently. “How are the kids?” her eyes moved to Logan.

“It’s not easy to teach young mutants,” Logan replied. “They can be a handful, ya know? But they love Y/N.”

Y/N wrapped an arm around Logan’s waist, smiling. “They like all of us. All of them are grateful to have a place to live and feel safe. And, to answer your question, I’m doing good. Am I nervous? Yes. Am I happy? Also yes.”

“I can’t believe you became a teacher in a mutant school,” Tony shook his head in disbelief. “Is it cool that you two are together?” he pointed between the couple. “Isn’t there any strict policy that you cannot date an old man?” he joked.

Logan glared at him. “Hilarious, Stark.”

“Come on, Wolverine. I am just messing around. But seriously, no policy?”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “No, nothing like that. Thank god.”

“Last time, it bit you in the ass,” Tony glared at Y/N.

She sighed. “I know, but why make these policies? I know in the end it can hurt the team, but… “ she shook her head, not finishing.

“Out of curiosity, what would you do if you weren’t allowed to date?” Pepper asked.

Logan and Y/N looked at each other. There was a brief silence. “I’d take her to Canada,” he said after some thinking. “We’d buy ourselves a place, somewhere in the mountains.” He could see how her eyes lit up when he mentioned living far away. “Unfortunately, we had decided to stay and teach young mutants. Who knows what will bring us the future.”

Y/N wanted to press a kiss to his lips. But she knew Logan wasn’t fond of PDA. Her mouth opened to tell him how much she loved him.

“Y/N?”

Y/N took a deep breath through her nose. Slowly, she turned to the voice, finding Steve standing behind the couple, surprised to see her. “Hi,” she said cheerfully.

“Wow, you look amazing. I’m glad to see you again,” he nodded, smiling. His eyes moved to the man beside her. Steve observed him - he was tall muscular and a bit scary. He stretched his arm. “I’m Steve Rogers,” he introduced himself.

Logan grabbed his hand, shaking it. “Logan,” he said firmly.

When their hands disconnected, both men turned their eyes on Y/N. “I see you are doing well,” Steve said to Y/N. “It’s been… what, two years?”

“Something like that,” she shrugged. Her eyes moved to Logan. “I’ll quickly go to the bathroom before dinner. I’ll be right back.” Instantly, Logan leaned in and he pressed a kiss to her cheek. Y/N couldn’t believe her boyfriend was affectionate in public. They would leave the PDA behind closed doors. It was sweet.

Y/N walked through the crowd of people, heading to the ladies' room. No one paid her any attention. She registered some celebrities and politicians. Everyone was here for Tonny and Pepper. Y/N opened the door, walked in with a gentle smile and was met with Natasha. The smile was instantly gone. The woman was staring at her reflection in the mirror, fixing her make-up when her eyes landed on Y/N.

Y/N’s eyes widened. Her breath got stuck. As much as she told herself she was ready for this, she wasn’t. “Hi,” she said neutrally and quickly locked herself inside a toilet room.

She heard the entrance door open and closed a few times. Y/N hoped Natasha left. Unfortunately, after she was done and left the toilet, Natasha was leaning against the counter, waiting.

“Hi,” Natasha greeted her, whispering. Her eyes followed Y/N’s every moment. “H-how have you been?”

Y/N sighed. She started to wash her hands. “Do we have to talk?” she asked emotionless.

“Yes, we do. I haven’t seen you in two years. I missed you,” said Natasha.

“You are kidding, right?” Y/N glared at her through the mirror. “How can you say this after what happened? How can you stand there and say those words when you had a thing with my then-boyfriend?” She turned off the water and wiped her hands with paper towels. “I promised myself I would enjoy this evening, celebrate Tony’s engagement and then leave. I guess things never turn out how we want.”

After she was done, Y/N left the bathroom. She was visibly upset. All she wanted was to hide in Logan’s arms, have a meal and leave. How could she believe she’d be able to come here? Why was she still this hurt when she had a wonderful man by her side? Did she…? No. The only thing left was the hurt. Her heart belonged to Logan now. She loved him more than she ever loved anyone.

“Y/N,” Natasha followed her out. “Please, let’s talk. You need to listen to me.”

“I don’t have to do shit, Romanoff.” Fate wasn’t kind to Y/N. When she walked outside, she was met with the one person she hoped to avoid the most. “You’ve got to be shitting me,” she cursed.

Bucky stood before her in a tux. His hair was short, face shaved and smooth. Those blue eyes were wide open as he stared at his ex-girlfriend all dressed up. “Oh my god,” he gasped. “Y/N, you are here.”

“Obviously,” she sighed. “I am Tony’s good friend,” she said. She wanted to walk away from the. Unfortunately, he gently grabbed her by her forearm, stopping her. “Let me go, Barnes.”

“Please, we need to talk. Only for a minute.”

Y/N yanked her arm out of his grip. “There is nothing to talk about. I don’t want to talk to any of you,” her eyes went from him to Natasha and back.

“Yes, there is,” he frowned. “You left without a word.”

She frowned at him. “So? You slept with my best friend behind my back. You cheated on me and didn’t have the balls to be honest with me.” Y/N fixed her dress and straightened her back. “I found you two making out in the damn kitchen. So, no, there is nothing to talk about. I came here to celebrate Tony and Pepper.”

Natasha sighed, upset about it all. Bucky shook his head. “You left, Y/N. For fuck’s sake you left without a word,” he raised his voice.

“That’s all you care about?” she asked. “Barnes, you broke my heart. Do you think I’d stay here after what happened? Do you think I’d be happy to see you two together? Wake up. Both of you.” Y/N turned to Natasha, to see her upset face.

A hand appeared on her shoulder, stroking it gently. Y/N released a deep breath she didn’t know she was holding and calmed down. She smelled Logan’s cologne he used for tonight. “You okay, baby?” he asked, eyes shooting daggers at the supersoldier and the spy.

Y/N strengthened her back. “Logan, meet James Barnes and Natasha Romanoff,” she introduced them. She didn’t need to define who they were and what they did to her. Logan already knew. “They don’t seem to understand that I don’t want to talk to them.”

Logan chuckled. “He seems like a guy who doesn’t understand a lot of things,” his eyes darkened. He was not fond of the man standing before him.

“Excuse me?” Bucky frowned.

“Oh, get a life, bub,” Logan scoffed. “The lady said she doesn’t want to talk to ya. So I suggest you leave her the fuck alone.”

With that, Logan grabbed her hand and walked with her away from the pair. He pulled her hand to his lips, kissing its top. “You okay, sweetheart?”

She nodded. “You know what? Let’s have some food, you know, do a little damage and then leave. I want to be alone with you tonight, sir. We have a hotel room that Tony provided us,” she winked at him.

“That dress needs to go as soon as possible,” Logan purred to her ear. “One hour and then we are gone, princess.”

#Logan Howlett x reader #Logan Howlett x female reader #Wolverine x reader #Wolverine x female reader #Logan Howlett fanfiction #Marvel fanfiction

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mistress-riddle · 5 months

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𝐒𝐀𝐅𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃. tommy shelby x reader.

✐ 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙣𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙜𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣

❧ cw. typical violence, alcohol consumption, mentions of a child almost getting blown up, the usual 🤷🏻‍♀️

❧ r. I was wondering if I could request one where she happens to be back at the house/betting shop at the time when the Lees destroy it and the fact that the Lees still did that with there being a woman, let alone the woman who is his significant other, in the shop really infuriates Tommy when he comes back to see that she’d been affected by it. I’ll leave it up to you for how you want to end it. ☺️ — @runnning-outof-time

"ooh, where are you heading?" you ask polly who places a hat on top of her head and she sends you a smile as you greet her. she means to answer but tommy joins your side and interrupts her by asking "where's john?"

"john's at the garrison," she informs and tommy's brows furrow "says he wants a meeting about a family matter." you hear him sigh and so you put your hand on his shoulder and he gives you a look of exasperation.

"easy tommy, he just wants a meeting, not to overthrow the government."

"and well, we know he'd that himself." polly remarks and you snicker in response, she purses her lips in return "besides, he'll say his piece and he'll be back to take his place with scudboat." her nephew merely rolls his eyes and shakes his head in disbelief.

"scudboat, john will be here in ten minutes." polly declares and walks away, fixing her gloves on her way out to the garrison.

"five." tommy corrects before following her, but he stops halfway and turns to you "you coming?"

"i'll stay, still haven't had breakfast." you tell him and point over to scudboat "he might also need some help counting."

tommy stares for a few seconds before nodding "i'll be back soon, love."

he walks out and you take a seat at scudboat's table continuing his counting as he locks up. having two people deal with the work quickened the pace and soon the two of you were done counting. you leaned back in your seat.

"would you like something from the kitchen, scudboat?" you follow your question with some offers "tea or some biscuits?"

he nods "tea would be nice, miss." you shoot him a smile as you get up however you're stopped from actually walking to the kitchen as the instant you stand, the doors bust open. almost like instinct, you see scudboat pull out what you presume is a gun from the side of your eye and you freeze in your spot with both arms raised in surrender.

"put that down!" you hear one of the men order and around 2-3 men with weapons circle scudboat and restrain him whilst you face the end of a barrel.

"this is for cheltham." a man with a gypsy accent and bandages covering his right ear announces as he moves his aim from you to scudboat and you hold back a groan. of course tommy angered the lee family during his visit to the races, of fucking course "we're just taking back what's ours." he drives the end of the gun to scudboat's face, effectively dropping him to the floor.

he then turns to you once more "where are the loots, huh?" he asks gruffly and you withhold a grimace.

"i don't what you're talking about." you respond, annoyed at the entire situation you were left in.

"come on, you're tommy's girl, are you not? he must've told you where they are." a scoff escapes your lips and you roll your eyes, arms crossing before your chest.

"what makes you think that?" you cock your head to the side, eyes widening in an innocent expression "i only work here to serve the men drinks and clean up."

the man lets out a hoarse laugh and clutches your face in his hold "don't mess with me, i know who you are." your face drops and you hold his gaze.

"then you must know that tommy will have your head if he so much as sees a scar on me?" you threaten softly and his grip loosens "or are you as stupid as you look, i mean you must be because who in their right mind would steal from the peaky blinders?--" you're stopped by a slap across your face.

"fuck you," he spits in your direction, probably realising that you won't give up information and are only wasting time, stalling for the shelby's return. you don't react, however, eyes staring daggers as he orders his men "search everywhere!" he tells them and they leave scudboat to fall on the floor to disperse around the betting shop, flipping the place all over in search of what the peaky blinders retrieved. you slip away during their distraction and kneel beside the injured man.

"i'm sorry" you whisper, reaching for a cloth on a nearby table to dab at the deep wound on his temple. it didn't take long for the men to leave, laughing as you hear something clunk against a table and within a few minutes, finn walks through the kitchen, his stroll halted at the sight of you and scudboat crouched on the floor.

"finn!" you call the boy and he runs to you, worry in his eyes "go and call your brothers, tell them to hurry here." you pat his cheek softly once he's close enough and with a nod, he races of to the garrison. you pull a fallen chair and stand it up right, helping scudboat on the chair.

"love," you hear tommy's voice before you see him "are you alright?" he asks and you leave scudboat as tommy gathers you in his arms, a kiss pressed against the crown of your head, and you inhale his familiar scent of cigarettes, whiskey and a mix of cologne.

"what the bloody hell happened here?" arthur asks from somewhere behind you and scudboat answers him as john surveys the betting shop, feet stomping in anger.

"tommy, i'm fine" you reassure him, patting his chest as you pull away. the slap was nothing as far as you were concerned "however, they took what they could find, sorry we couldn't do anything about it, they were all armed."

tommy shakes his head at you "fuck that, what matters is you're alright." he places a kiss on your forehead once more before detaching from you to scan the place. you turn to see arthur tending to scudboat (serving him alcohol, you note with a chuckle) and instead choose to stand beside polly who reaches a hand out to hold your own.

"your cheek's red." you see the dissatisfied expression she's wearing and tap her hand.

"polly, i'm fine, don't worry." whatever she intends to say dies down her throat as tommy approaches the centre of the room, wire cutters held in his hand.

"they left these." he shows the people in the room the tool and you and polly share a confused look.

"wire cutters?" the older woman questions.

"what for?" you ask and hesitate when you see the alarm quickly taking over the shelby brothers faces.

"nobody move." arthur instructs but you furrow your eyebrows at him.

"i think our friends are playing the game." your confusion turns to tommy instead and you feel the frustration rising at the lack of explanation.

"what game?" polly asks, putting away the cash box she picked up earlier with her free hand and john stops her from continuing "aunt pol, don't touch anything." he pleads.

"erasmus lee was in france."

"an explanation would be grand since not all of us were in said france." you snap, anxiety at its peak.

"when we gave up ground to the germans," tommy begins, looking straight into your eyes "we'd leave behind booby traps set up with wires. then we'd leave wire cutters, it's part of the joke." you let out a laugh of disbelief.

"somewhere in here there's a hand grenade attached to a wire." john declares and you shake your head.

"holy jesus."

"but we've all moved and touched multiple things in the room, surely it would've gone off by now," you surmise, nibbling on your lip and you catch sight of tommy's pensive face "and there aren't any obvious wires here, they couldn't have stayed long enough to set it either." you clarify.

"you're right," tommy nods "the bullet's in my name. he set up a trap intended for me specifically." you hold his gaze and see the pieces click in his brain and soon he walks out of the house.

everyone pauses and they look at you "the car!" you exclaim and follow after him, leaving the shelby's and scudboat behind.

you lift your dress up and catch up to tommy, bumping slightly into him, just to find his arm extended, talking to someone in his car. the person he's softly talking to causes your heart to drop to your stomach.

"finn," he calls out "stay exactly where you are." you raise a hand to cover your mouth and try to steady your fast beating heart.

"i was pretending i was you." finn giggles and you feel something stab into your heart, tommy leaves you behind as he slowly inches towards his baby brother.

"which door did you open to come in, finn?" tommy asks him and you can hear the panic in his voice.

"i didn't, i climbed in."

"i want you to climb out exactly the same way you climbed in, okay?" tommy approaches even closer, getting to the right side of the car.

"listen to your brother, finn." you call out from the entrance of the garage but finn merely giggles and opens the door anyways.

"NO!"

"FINN!"

you run towards the boy, arms open to cover him his small body and tommy quickly retracts the bomb from the car and throws it outside into the streets, yelling a "clear!" as he discards it. you feel him shortly join your embrace afterwards as it goes off.

once he deems it safe to assess the damage, you both walk together with finn holding onto both your hands and tommys. a collective sigh of relief escapes you two before tommy drops down to face finn, holding the boy's face in his hands "this is why you should never pretend to be me."

you watch tommy hug finn who still tightly clung to your hand and tommy looks into your eyes once again, relief washing over them and you send him a tired smile.

"come on finn, how about we go get you some sweets huh?" you ask the boy and he nods eagerly. tommy ruffles his hair and gives him another short hug before letting him leave with you.

once you get home, finn full of sweets and no longer ruffled, you prepare a bathe before you settle in bed. you allow your restless body to finally relax and soak in the warmth of the tub. around half an hour later you wrap your hair in a cloth to absorb the water that still clung to your tresses and apply your moisturiser. your fingers pause when you hear your door open suddenly and in an instant you grab the closest thing beside you and hold it in the direction of the intruder.

"very effective weapon, dear." you look at the item in your hand and let out a scoff/laugh.

"wouldn't need to think about having a weapon if it weren't for your lifestyle." you argue and tommy scoffs in return, busy removing his shoes and outwear.

"[name], you're a woman who lives alone in small heath of all places." the look he sends you makes you snort "even if you had nothing to do with me, you wouldn't be that safe."

"that's wonderful to hear actually, will go to bed feeling safe and sound." you deadpan and he sits himself on your bed, watching as you get back to working the moisturiser into your skin.

"of course, always happy to let my woman know she's safe and protected." you toss one of your powder brushes at him and he easily catches it with a laugh.

"come here already," he beckons you and with a roll of your eyes, you join him under the covers.

"i need you to know that i won't ever let anything harm you," he says once you settle in his arms, eyes gazing into yours "truly."

"i know." you peck his lips before resting your head on his collarbone, he picks up your "weapon" and flicks through the pages to continue from the last time he stopped.

"erasmus has been dealt with and i hope you're ready for a wedding," just as you began to feel the embers of sleep take a hold of you, you peek your eyes open.

"oh no thomas, what'd you do?"

"don't you worry your pretty little head about it."

you roll your eyes at him once more and huff out a breath of irritation "fine, but if polly ever complains to me about this i'm kicking you out of my house and you'll have no access to my books."

"you like me too much to get rid of me, love."

"i'll be the judge of that." you close your eyes once more and drift off to sleep, but not before you feel a kiss against the top of your head.

#tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby fanfic #tommy shelby headcanon #tommy shelby #tommy shelby drabble #tommy shelby one shot #thomas shelby #peaky blinders x reader #peaky blinder fanfic #peaky blinder imagine

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louloulemons-posts · 8 months

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Oil At The Coffee Shop IV

Eddie X Fem!Reader

Summary : Reader wants to apologise to the Munsons, having a heart to heart with one and panicking the other.

Word Count : 1.7k

Warnings : Not proofread, not much eddie x reader, uncle wayne’s an icon, max x lucas, petnames from wayne and another, rambly, talks of maxs injuries, mentions of scaring, mentions of the earthquakes/upside down, homeless shelter

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The first week had been manic, it was now Saturday evening, and you and Max were doing the final clean up of the week. “Hey I was just wondering, do you know if any of your friends are looking for jobs?” you asked her.

“I’m not sure, I could ask.”

“If you don’t mind, I think we could use another staff member, or two,” you smiled at her. “I think so, my feet are killing me.”

“Hey if you need a few days off I don’t mind.”

“No no! It’s okay. It’s just a lot, I was injured a few years back so sometimes my body slows down a bit.”

“Oh Max, you should have told me, I would

have given you more breaks.”

“It’s fine really, I want to be able to do this stuff again.”

“Was it the earthquakes?” you asked her.

“Yeah,” she sighed, “Doctors said I was lucky to be alive.”

“You’re a strong kid Max, you’re going to do amazing things. You should be proud of yourself.”

“Thank you,” she smiled, sweeping the floor up. “What happened with Eddie?” She asked. “What do you mean?”

“Well I just mean you know each other, how’s that?”

“Just through Steve and he fixed my car. Don’t think he likes me much in all honesty.”

“Why?”

“I think I offended him. I gave him and Wayne a big tip after fixing my car just to say thank you.”

She nodded, stopping her sweeping, “Eddies not too trusting. I know you meant it to be nice, but he worries about his uncle. Wants to make sure nobody’s being nice to just screw them over,” she explained.

“I see. So how much did I mess up?”

“Don’t worry about it, he’ll forgive you. Wayne will make him,” she chuckled.

“Is there any reason he’s like that? Like not trusting?” Max seemed like she didn’t know how to answer.

“You don’t have to tell me Max, it’s none of my business.”

“Eddies just always been I don’t know … different. He’s not good around new people. That’s all it is, he’ll warm up to you. Especially if your close to Steve and now me. Eddie loves me,” she shrugged.

“Well maybe I’ll go and apologise, take some Cherry turnovers as a white flag.” Grabbing a box you put four of the fresher turnovers in, wrapping them up so they wouldn’t be damaged.

“Well that’s the way to the Munsons hearts, food,” she joked. There was a knock on the door. “That must be Lucas, can I let him in?”

“Course Honey,” you said and the young girl almost skipped to the door.

Hearing them greeting each other you smiled, sorting out Maxs pay, so she could go. “Hi Lucas, how’s it going?” You said to the boy. “I’m good, how’s it been today? Max causing you trouble?” He joked, making his girlfriend hit him lightly.

“She’s been golden,” you smiled, handing her the money. “You two get out of here, have a good night.”

“You sure? I can stay,” she said, almost concerned. “I promise I’ll be okay. You enjoy the rest of your weekend, I’ll see you Monday.”

The young couple waved goodbye, left you to finish everything for the weekend. You planned to take the leftovers that wouldn’t last the weekend, to the shelter in town. Then of course stop off at Munsons mechanics.

There wasn’t a lot to do now that Max had gone, just finish up the sweeping and wrap up food to go. Flicking the lights off you headed out, locking up behind yourself.

Climbing in your, now working, car, you were on your way.

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“This is really generous, are you sure?” a woman with dark hair asked, as you placed the boxes of food down on a table. “They’d go to waste, people need food and I have extra.”

“That’s so kind of you, thank you.” She took the boxes and headed over to what you assumed the kitchen was. It was crazy to think that the earthquakes happened a while back and there were so many people here.

A big board sat to the side, thick with missing posters. Some people with waiting for others to come home, some waiting for their homes to come back, and others had nowhere and nothing but this place and the people in it.

Your name being called pulled you out of your trance. Turning you saw a familiar face, “Robin, hi. How’s it going?” you smiled.

“Great, it’s good to see you. What are you doing here?”

“Just come to drop off some food, how about you?”

“Oh Vickie is one of the people in charge here, I help out on my days off. Have you met her?” she asked.

“Briefly. The night we went out, she came to pick you up.”

“Ah, explains why I can’t remember. Can I defend myself and say I don’t always get like that,” she laughed awkwardly.

“Trust me, shots don’t sit right with me either.”

Smiling in comfort now, “Well I need to get off, I’m hoping to catch Wayne before he leave the mechanics,” you explained.

“Your car in trouble again?”

“No, nothing like that. Just need to discuss something with him.”

“Oh well if he isn’t there he lives in Forest Hills, near the edge of town.”

“The trailer park?” Humming, Robin answered, “Yeah even though he has the mechanics he never wants to move.”

“Right well thanks, I’ll see you soon. Hopefully we can hang out and I can meet Vickie properly,” you spoke, not in the sarcastic way where you never actually want to meet up, sincerely you did.

“I hope so, I think Steve’s having a big barbecue like to celebrate the end of Summer or something.”

“Sounds like Steve. I’ll see you.” Waving goodbye you headed back to your car.

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There was no luck at the mechanics, and you wouldn’t have time during the week or tomorrow. You had to go and buy stock and sort out some changes to the menu.

It felt a bit strange driving to the Wayne’s home, you hated showing up uninvited, but you needed to apologise and make sure he knew it wasn’t meant maliciously.

You drove through, not really sure where to go. Slowing down by a middle aged man, you opened your window. “Excuse me,” you spoke, attempting not to make him jump.

“Yeah?”

“Do you know where Wayne Munson lives?”

“Who’s asking?” he asked almost cautiously. “Oh uh, a client? A friend?” you told him your name.

“Right,” he grunted, “He lives on the back of the park, you’ll see his car. Just keep driving. Watch yourself.” You looked at him confused. “You say you’re a friend of the Munsons, be careful Honey, that might not be friends you’re wanting.”

“Right. Thanks for you help,” you said, rolling up the window and continuing on your way. How strange.

He was right, the man, you spotted Wayne’s car. The trailer seemed to be set further back than the others. Isolated almost.

You picked up the box of turn overs and headed to the door, tapping on it twice. “Just coming!” a voice shouted. A familiar face appeared around the door. “Hey Honey! What are you doing here?” Wayne asked.

“I was just wondering if we could talk? I brought some Cherry turnovers,” you motioned to the box in your hand. “Well you’ve twisted my arm, come on in,” he joked.

“Sweet tea?” he asked.

“Please,” you smiled.

“You take a seat, I’ll get us some drinks and plates.” You did so, sitting on a beige couch with floral patterning on it.

A maroon arm chair sat in the corner, you could only assume that was Waynes chair. Mugs and caps covered the walls, all unique, not one even remotely similar to another.

“Here you go Honey,” he smiled, placing the glass in front of you and the plate. He took out one of the turnovers and split it with a knife, giving you half. “Thank you,” you smiled to him.

“I’m sorry I haven’t been able to visit your shop yet, everyone’s travelling back from vacation. Cars are overheating and breaking down left right and centre.”

“It’s alright,” you told him, taking a sip of the tea. It was amazing.

“Oh wow,” you spoke.

“It’s good isn’t it?” he laughed.

“It’s delicious!”

“Maybe one day’ll give you the recipe and you can sell it in that shop of yours.”

“That would be great.”

“So what did we need to talk about?” he asked, taking a bite of the sweet treat and humming in delight. “Well I … I’m sorry if I offended you, that was never my intention Mr Munson.”

“Offend me? Honey how could you offend me?”

“When I, when I gave Eddie the money for my car he came back. I didn’t mean to upset him or you, I was just trying to be nice and say thank you I swear.”

“Why did Eddie come back?”

“Cause I left you a tip.”

“Oh Honey, that’s so generous, but you don’t need to do that for us.”

“It was just meant to be a thank you I didn’t mean to insult you.”

“You didn’t. It’s just Eddie being cautious. I was wondering where that extra $65 came from.”

“I am sorry Mr Munson.”

“Stop apologising, you didn’t do nothing wrong and the names Wayne. You can use it.” You nodded, taking another sip of your drink. “I just wanted to say sorry that’s why I came here. When I see Eddie I’ll say sorry to him too. I was rude to him.”

“Probably deserved it, he gets snappy when his guards up. Don’t take it personal, he’ll warm up to you. The whole towns already chatting up a storm about you.”

“You don’t say?”

“Mhm so many of the boys at the shop are talking about Callie’s lovely niece.”

“Well that’s very kind of them.”

“It’s true, you seem lovely-“ A door in the trailer opened and another voice came, “You taking to yourself old man?”

You could hear the smile in his tone as he walked down the hall to find you and Wayne sat drinking tea and chatting like old friends.

Eddie Munson stood there, in all his glory. No shirt, towel around his waist, curly hair dripping on the floor. You could see the panic in his face, not understanding why at first, but then you saw them.

They were all over his body.

They covered him.

Scars.

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A/N : OH SHIT

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spaceagerabbit · 1 year

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Beauty and the... Bowser?

Chapter 4

Although not physically imprisoned anymore, Y/N isn't out of the dark yet. The royal advisors have some explaining to do if they want Bowser to give their plan a chance.

Alt. title: Bowser stop being a hard ass, I've seen snails move faster than this slow burn

Bowser x Fem!Reader

Fic Masterlist + Prologue + Chapter 1 + Chapter 2 + Chapter 3 + Chapter 4 (here!) + Chapter 5 (soon!)

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“Where is she.” Bowser asked, though it felt more to the two advisors as if he was asking them to confess what they had done.

“Now Your Highness, perhaps we should take a breath-“ Kammy began, though swiftly cut herself off when the king swung his fiery gaze toward her. A small sigh escaped her at the realization of how futile it would be to try and reason with Bowser at this moment, then she righted her posture, but didn’t lift her head to make eye contact. Before Kammy could explain, Kamek took over.

“It was my idea. I thought that we could try again with this one, so I convinced Kammy to clean up one of the guest rooms while I brought the girl out of her cell.” Kamek’s voice wavered, though his shoulders remained squared as he spoke. Bowser’s eye twitched, his rage not yet dissipated. Kammy looked toward Kamek who stood beside her, furrowing her brow before looking Bowser directly in the eye.

“That girl is scared and alone, she likely hasn’t eaten since before she got here, and she is in a completely new place with a giant beast who hasn’t done her a single kindness in the entire few hours that she's been around.” Kammy began, waving Kamek off as he turned toward her with a slightly frightened expression. “Nonetheless, your chance is not too far gone. You can and you will make this up to her because otherwise, everything we have done to save the memory of the Koopa Kingdom will have been for nothing. Now you will clean up, invite her to dinner, and be on your best behaviour. Is that understood?”

Bowser glared at Kammy, though his expression seemed almost confused. Kammy stared right back, not backing down. The king broke eye contact first, turning away without a word and stomping off to his room.

As soon as he was gone, the two advisors let out a huge exhale. Kamek faced Kammy once more.

“How did you do that? How did you stand up to him?” Kamek asked, clenching and unclenching his hands to relax. Kammy smirked slightly.

“I pictured how he was as a toddler when he would refuse to take a bath. He still has the same pout when we tell him off.” Kammy spoke, humour lacing her tone. The pair looked at each other before Kamek snorted, and the two broke into laughter.

“I suppose we’d better let the cooks know that His Highness won't be dining alone this evening." Kamek said as their cackles died down. "We may want to check that His Highness asks his guests politely as well. I would hate to have gone to all that effort only for it to be wasted by bad manners." Kammy replied. With that, the pair headed toward the kitchen.

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With a lot of effort, Y/N had placed the giant blanket from the bed onto the floor and folded it into a long rectangle. Looking around, her eyes landed on the legs of the giant bed. Without a second thought, the young woman tied the blanket around one of the legs, pulling on it to check that it was tight enough. Confident that it would hold, Y/N stood up to open the closest window to where she had tied the makeshift rope.

"Please be unlocked, please be unlocked, please be unlocked..." Y/N mumbled to herself as she neared the window, bringing her hands up to push the panes open. When she was met with no resistance and the window opening outward, she slightly pumped her fist excitedly.

When she looked down, however, she groaned defeatedly, not realizing just how far from the ground the room really was. Crumpling into herself, Y/N felt helpless. Although she briefly wondered about if the curtains could help, the woman quickly disregarded the thought at the sheer thickness of the fabric and the impossible-to-reach curtain rod.

"I'm imprisoned in a castle that I can't escape and I'm not even wearing a fancy dress." Y/N joked to herself deprecatingly, before the cogs started turning in her head. "Dress... the dress!" Y/N gasped to herself, whipping her head toward the ornate wardrobe in the corner of the room. She scrambled over to it and threw the doors open, taking the dress she had seen before out.

The young woman was distracted for a moment by the delicate gown, never having had the opportunity to wear something so elegant. She stroked a hand over the piece, regret and hesitance in her motions. Y/N squeezed her eyes closed and took a deep breath in, opening her eyes once more as she exhaled shortly with determination.

Placing her hands on the bottom hem of the dress, Y/N took another deep breath. Then, the woman began to rip the fabric in a spiral motion. When the dress was ripped into a much longer shape, Y/N tied it to the end of the blanket tightly and stood up, tossing the now longer makeshift rope out the open window.

Just as she was about to hoist herself onto the windowsill, though, there was a loud banging at her door. Y/N jumped in fear, not knowing what to do as a million possibilities for her getting caught ran through her mind. When the banging subsided, though, Y/N heard a familiar voice through the door whispering at whoever was banging at the door.

"Your Highness, perhaps try knocking a bit lighter. She might still be on edge." The voice of Kamek advised in a low tone. Bowser huffed aggressively, but knocked again with less force than before.

"Yes?" Y/N called out, her heart nearly beating out of her chest as she stayed near the open window. There were aggressive whispers that Y/n couldn't quite make out before the voice of the king took over her ears, making anger rise in her chest.

"Will you have dinner with me?" Bowser asked in the politest voice he could muster, an ill-concealed edge to his voice, though the anger was mainly aimed at his two advisors that stared expectantly at him. On the other side of the door, Y/N grit her teeth and stepped away from the window in the direction of the door.

"No! I won't! I want you to let me leave so I can go home!" While her sentence was one of desperation, Y/N's tone was filled with only anger as she shouted at the king through the guest room door.

The two advisors cringed at Y/N's shouts, watching Bowser's jaw tense.

"You can't leave, you chose to replace that old man. You shouldn't even be in this room!" The edge in Bowser's voice began to rise as he was reminded of the reason the young woman was here in the first place.

"Well then, if I'm still your prisoner, I guess I'll just starve in here! Why should a lowly criminal ever dine with royalty?!" Y/N's voice raised, her tone dripping with venom. Bowser's eye began to twitch alongside his jaw.

"THEN STAY IN THERE! BECAUSE YOU AREN'T LEAVING!" Bowser growled harshly, turning away from the door as smoke began billowing from his mouth. Before he stomped down the hallway, however, he stopped in front of Kammy and Kamek.

"If she doesn't eat with me, she doesn't eat at all." The king snarled, stomping away down the hall. As Bowser's thundering footsteps got further away, Kammy and Kamek looked at each other with worried expressions.

"I will check on His Highness. You should make the girl some tea and snacks." Kammy said with a defeated sigh, walking away with less strength in her posture. Kamek watched the older Magikoopa saunter away, then fixed his eyes on the ornate door in front of him. He stood there for a minute, wanting to comfort the girl inside but failing to find the right words to say.

"I'll be back with some food for you." Kamek said gently, deciding that leaving the girl alone for now would be best. With that, he walked swiftly down the hallway, leaving Y/N to digest what had happened.

Left alone in silence, Y/N's anger had settled, now replaced by bubbling tears in her eyes. She began to cry, her shoulders rising up and down with her heaving breaths as she crumpled to her knees and curled into herself. The woman sobbed for a minute, then whipped her head around to the window where the makeshift rope still fluttered in the evening breeze.

Y/N forced herself up, walking to the window and looking outside once more. Even with the now ripped dress tied to the blanket, the end of the rope wasn't close to the ground. With a new sense of hopelessness and frustration, Y/N grabbed the rope tightly and pulled it back through the window aggressively.

Once it was fully inside, the young woman began to angrily untie the ripped dress from the blanket, but found that she was only ripping the dress further. Emotion took her over completely, overwhelming every bit of her senses.

With heaving, rapid breaths, Y/N focused her anger on the dress, ripping it to shreds. Pieces of cotton, tulle, and silk fabric flew across the room as the woman's anger turned to tears, and tears turned to sobbing. Finally leaving the fabric alone, Y/N pressed her palms to her eyes and allowed herself to cry.

A sudden knock on the door made her shift her gaze to the door, but her tears didn't cease.

"Mi-er Y/N?" The voice of Kamek questioned. When Y/N didn't answer, the Magikoopa cracked the door open and peeked inside, then opened the door further to allow a Shy Guy to push a serving cart inside. Kamek followed the Shy Guy in, then closed the door behind him.

Turning around, a small gasp was forced out of his lungs at the sight of the room. Shreds of fabric were all over the room, the bed sheets completely askew with the blanket laid on the floor. In the centre of it all sat Y/N, tears still flowing from her eyes as she stared blankly at the floor rather than facing the two figures who had just entered.

"What happened in here?" Kamek asked, disbelief in his voice. Y/N looked at him tiredly. "Dress wasn't my style." She joked, though her tone was too serious to gain a laugh.

The Shy Guy wasn't sure what to do beyond pushing the cart to the side and leaving the room to grab a broom and dustpan from the closest supply closet, then hurrying back. As they began sweeping the shreds of fabric, Kamek grasped Y/N's arm to help her up, then stood back to look her over.

"We brought you some tea and something to eat but... are you okay?" Kamek asked hesitantly. Y/N nodded weakly, then shifted her gaze to the Shy Guy who had finished sweeping. They made their way over to the serving cart, going on their tiptoes to pour a cup of tea. Holding it in both of their hands, the Shy Guy offered it to Y/N silently.

Y/N blinked awkwardly, then took the cup and saucer and slowly took a sip of the floral smelling liquid. It poured down her throat comfortably, warming and hydrating her. With a small sniffle, Y/N noticed that the Shy Guy was looking at her expectantly.

"Oh! Uh... it's really good. Thank you." Y/N said, smiling softly. The Shy Guy seemed to fluster, holding their arms to their mask and turning away shyly. Y/N's small smile grew slightly at the innocent movement.

"What's your name?" She asked curiously, her tone still small but calmer than before. The Shy Guy peeked back at the young woman, then shook their head, causing Y/N to frown in confusion. Kamek pulled on Y/N's sleeve slightly, then motioned for her to lean toward him.

"We mostly just refer to them as Shy Guys since they never remove their masks. Though it does make things rather complicated." He murmured to her, though Y/N's eyes never left the masked creature in front of her. The young woman tilted her head to the side, as if in thought. The Shy Guy mirrored her, making Y/N smile toothily.

"Do you want to help me come up with a name for yourself?" Y/N asked, squatting so that she was eye to eye with the Shy Guy. They nodded excitedly, making Y/N giggle slightly.

Kamek watched the pair interact, Y/N saying names that came to mind and the Shy Guy nodding or shaking their head at each one. A small smile was brought to Kamek's beak, and he quietly left the room with a renewed sense of hope.

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On the other side of the castle, Kammy knocked on Bowser's bedroom door.

"Your Highness?" She called, not receiving a reply. "Your Highness, may I come in?" Kammy called again, hovering her hand above the golden doorknob. Once again receiving no answer, Kammy twisted the knob and poked her head in, only to be met by an empty room. The elder Magikoopa clicked her tongue, both at the missing king and at the state of his bedroom.

The oil paintings that once hung on the wall were each on the floor, thick claw marks having nearly torn the portrait of a slightly younger Bowser to shreds. The dark bedsheets laid askew with holes punctured in several places, the rug and curtains not in any better state. Not a single item lay undamaged in the room, though Kammy knew better than to think that the damage was only caused by fits of rage.

The elder Magikoopa could hear the king crying quite often through his bedroom door after a period where roars and the smell of smoke filled the space. Sometimes the king would ask questions to the empty space, most of them asking 'why'. Other times, the king was silent, his despair having taken him over completely. It was these moments that Kammy remembered that Bowser was still the frightened baby that her and Kamek had found all those years ago, a baby who took the weight of an entire kingdom onto his shoulders and was now faced with its destruction by his own actions.

Kammy shook her head, bringing herself out of the past. Exiting the room, she closed the door behind her, then turned to the only other place she could think of that the king would retreat to; the rooftop greenhouse.

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The corpses of the plants leaned sideways out of their pots, the smell of their decay overwhelming the place. The glass greenhouse was still missing several panes, with the remaining ones shattered on the floor, though a pathway was swept between the entrance and the small table in the centre of the circular building which allowed Kammy to safely approach the king.

Upon the small table and underneath a glass dome sat the daisy, many of its petals having fallen and crumpled since Bowser was left with it. Despite feeling mocked by its very presence, a constant reminder of what he had done, the king never dared to touch it.

This time was no different. Bowser grazed his large claws on the outside of the glass, his breathing steady and calm. Despite refusing to look past her father's supposed crime, the king was not one who enjoyed making women upset. In his other hand, Bowser held a magic mirror, one capable of showing the user whoever they wanted. For the king, he wanted to see how Y/N was, though not having the courage to face her and apologize for fear of making things worse.

As he watched the young woman giggle as she conversed with a Shy Guy, Bowser felt a pang of longing in his large chest. The king screwed his eyes shut and placed the mirror down, rejecting the feeling. He then placed his head down, continuing to trace the elegant swirls in the glass dome.

Another petal fell.

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a/n: hey homies! loooooongg time no see! i hope that this chapter makes up for that! funny thing? I STILL HAVEN'T SEEN THE MARIO MOVIE. soooo, i will definitely be coming up with more stuff after i see it on wednesday!!!! in the meantime, thank you all for being so patient, and stay tuned for more!!!!

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chiiyuuvv · 5 months

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This is so wholesome yall made me smile while writing :")

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5:32 PM

A hum leaves your lips as you flip to the next page of your textbook, your pen beating against your cheek as you twittle with it, learning the new lesson. Your old school didnt offer these types of assignments, your mind overwhelmed with the new information you've never seen before. Your legs kick up to spin around in your brand new armchair, trying to get your mind flowing, thinking.. something. You agree with the green haired boy from a few hours prior, chemistry was hard.

Your mind pushed to the rim, your eyes flying everywhere else but your huge textbook that sits in the center of your work table. You take in the series of boxes sitting against your closet, a mental reminder to finish unpacking your things, your new dressers looking lonesome without some clothes stuffed into it.

You still needed to decide where you were going to place all of your decorations, your walls broad compared to your old room, clean with so much space to put everything you could ever desire. Maybe you were going to finally hang up that poster that just sits at the side of your bed, or even a new rug to accompany the cold wooden floors; you werent very sure what you were going to do to make use of your time, your head resting on your chair as you take another spin to clear your mind.

Rubbing your eyes, you think back to the boy from a few hours ago, a smile tugging at your lips. Where was he anyway? You didnt know much but you were sure of one thing: that he was going to be a good friend. Although he seemed intimidating from the start, he offered such a gentle smile that washed away all of your fears, a personality so bright and welcoming that it made you want to come out of your shell. Wonders that man did.

And it seemed like the universe could read your mind, the doorbell ringing a few seconds after. Luckly, you could see who the person was by the windows that were placed on the sides of your room, your feet having a mind of their own as they jump out of your chair and parade down the steps of your stairs. "I got it, mom!" You shout, finding the said woman with a phone prompted against her shoulder, a thumbs up sent your way as she continues to ramble on the phone.

You unlock the door slowly, your eyes peeking through the crack to find the boy you were just thinking about nervously ruffling his hair, his fingers tapping against a glass container that sits in his hands as he looks around the area. "Hi." Your voice was smaller than you hoped, his head snapping to your direction as you widen the door, revealing yourself in some comfy shorts and a random shirt. "Hi." He replies, a grin on his lips as he takes in the sight of you. You looked cute.

"What are you doing here?" You ask, playing with the ends of your oversized shirt. "I wanted to talk to you- my mom made some cookies." The boy rambles, his arms extended to pass you the glass tray that was in his hands.

"Wait, im confused." You wave around your finger, a teasing smile on your lips as your eyesbrow raised. "You wanted to talk? Or did you just come to deliver some cookies?"

"Both." You share a laugh, sumins cheeks turning pink as he looks down, staring at his shoes. "Can I.. come in?" He looks up, you could see the shyness in his eyes as you nod.

"I dunno, can you?" Your teasing didnt work out the way you thought it would, a confused expression on the male. "You can come in, im just joking." You chuckle awkwardly, the boys lips forming into an 'o'

"Lemme take you to my room." You nod at sumin, leading him up the flight of stairs and to your slightly messy area, your feet pushing a random sock to the side as you sit him on your bed. "I'll take these," you take the glass of cookies out of sumins hands, "and ill be right back!" You shout hurriedly, going down the stairs again and towards your kitchen, sitting the cookies on the counter and alerting your mom who was at the door.

Sumin notices how similar your rooms were as he waits for your return, your beds aligned the same direction, a worktable to the left of it, and your windows facing each other. He couldnt help but daydream about his future days, waking up in the mornings and looking out his window to find you offering a small smile and wave. His heart pumps with excitement; hes always wanted a neighbor that he could befriend, tired of some snot nosed little kid or cranky person in their forties. He finally found someone that was the same age as him, even in the same class. He felt lucky.

Sitting crisscrossed, he hums to himself. His fingers drumming his thighs as he continues to look around your room, taking in your boxes filled with your belongings. Maybe he could come over tomorrow some time and help you unpack, use that as an excuse to hang out, wanting to use every opportunity he could to learn more about you. He felt curious, could you blame him?

And that curiousness had a mind of its own, sumin getting up from your bed and to the array of boxes that sat in a perfectly straight line in the corner of your room, by your closet. He felt bad for snooping around, breaking a basic rule of privacy and maybe even your trust. But he just couldnt help it. He needed to know everything.. like right now.

An open box brings his attention, the back of what seems like a poster sticking out. And without second thought he takes it, a gasp leaving his lips as he analyzes the picture. It was one of his favorite bands, posing at a skateboard park. Wait a second, you were a fan??

The band was like anything ordinary, the lead singer accompanied with his guitar and the second singer that was female, another female on the keyboard and the last male on the drums. Although they didnt do much, they still managed to win the hearts of many, releasing their new album and announcing their long list of concerts. Turns out they were visiting your city, sumin already buying his ticket and fortunately he bought another one just so his friend could bail out on him. Maybe he could take you with him? Only to hang out, of course.

"I see you've found my poster. Not to steal it, I hope." Sumin lets out a shriek, a jump leaving his body as he spins around, finding you leaning against your door frame, a foot tapping on the floor. "I can explain!! I just-"

"Wait.. you're a fan too?" You stop him, your eyes lighting up as you clap with excitement. Its not everyday you find someone with the same musical interest as you. "Yeah.." Sumin stands up from his previous sitting position, his back straight and cheeks pink from the scare, still trying to calm his nerves.

"I'm sorry for looking through your things, by the way." His head falls down in disappointment and embarrassment, his fingers playing with each other as he waits for you to kick him out in disgust.

But you dont. When you begin to laugh, sumin nervously brings his head up, a small grin stretching onto his lips at the sound of your sweet laughter. "No, no." You catch your breath, waving your hands in the air. "Its quite alright actually." Your smile makes sumins heart skip a beat.

"Oh." He says, his smile getting wider. "So um.." he scratches the back of his neck, "how did you get to know them?"

You sit on the floor in front of sumin, making yourself comfortable as you ramble about how they appeared on an ad from a tv show you watched from a year ago, their captivating performance catching your attention that you wanted to learn more about them, making yourself a fan.

"If you dont mind me asking, what show were you watching?" The green haired boy curiously asks, his body leaning against his hands that were prompted behind him. "Oh!" Your eyes light up again, telling the boy the show title.

"Wait.. you watch that too?!" Sumin sits up, leaning to your direction with amusement. First you like the same band, then you watch the same show.. what kind of luck was that?!

The show youve been watching, a reality show, just earned a new season. "Oh my god, jessica is so stupid." Sumin remarks as you begin to ramble about the show, a sigh leaving lips as he shakes his head.

"I know! Johnny clearly wants her yet shes going after kyle.. that doesnt even like her if i should mention!"

"Johnny's good looking too.."

"Yeah, wait- you like johnny??" You send sumin a look, wiggling your eyebrows.

"What, no!! I don't!! Stop looking at me I dont!!" He covers your eyes, a laughing leaving your lips. "What i mean is that i wanna work out like him, you know?"

"Mhm sure.. I'll still support either way." Sumin scoffs, leaning his head against the floor as he rolls his eyes. "I dont like you.." he mumbles against his arm, earning another laugh from you.

"We'd definitely have to watch it together some time." You say, calming yourself from your previous laugh, watching out of the corner of your eye at how sumin sits up, his ears perked like a dogs when he hears your words. "Yeah?" His smile grows.

"Yeah." You nod, smiling back at the boy. "What day are you fre-"

"Im so sorry." Sumin apologizes at the sudden noise that cuts off your sentence, fishing through his pockets to find his phone that was chiming, a message from his mother that askes him to come home for dinner. "I gotta go." You could hear the disappointment in the latters voice, his smiling dropping when he realizes that he has to leave your presence. But theres always tomorrow, right? He tries to reassure himself, brushing off his knees and getting up on his feet.

You follow suit, your chuckle fading as you lead him downstairs and to your front door. "Hey." You stop him, a hand patting his shoulder while the other unlocks the knob. "I had some real fun back there. Never thought I'd meet someone that likes the same things as me." You admit, trying your best to change sumins frown into a smile. It works.

"Yeah, me either," He replies, scratching the back of his nape. "Oh!" His eyes widen, his pointer finger in the air as he remembers something. "The band, im sure you know about the concert right? I have an extra ticket and im not sure what to do with it, but since you're a fan too.. maybe you could come with me?" He offers a small smile, his hands stuffed into his pockets as he hopes he gets your approval.

"Oh.. are you asking me on a date?" You tease.

"I mean.. i wouldnt mind you know," he shrugs, sharing a laugh. It felt like sumins head was spinning, his heart skipping beats at your smile, your laughter.. it made him want to cherish little moments like this. But wasnt it a little weird; you've only met earlier today, your second time talking. Why did he feel this way? What was he feeling??

"I'd love to go." Your words break him out of his trance, a stupid smile unconsciously stretching sumins lips.

"Great, I'll see you tomorrow?" He winks, opening the door and letting himself out when you nod. He turns around once to wave which you happily reciprocate, then another time when he reaches his home that was beside yours, his smile getting impossibly bigger by the second. You wave again, a giggle leaving your lips at his silliness as you close your door, your back resting against it as a sigh leaves your lips. Today was a good day.

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lovingkvinner · 1 year

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The aftermath-

Larissa weems x reader

Basically all the shit that went down after that bitch Marilyn fucked shit up

Tw: death, near death, fire, anxiety and hot milfs

You were getting worried, it was 6.30 and your wife wasn’t even home yet, and to make matters worse when you called she wasn’t picking up. Larissa was always home at 6, every day, she was never late, your wife was a woman who loved a strict routine and if she was going to be late then she definitely would have told you. Dinner had been ready in the pan for a full half hour now and you were just stirring it, keeping it warm and trying not to burn it. ‘Everything is fine, she, she’s fine” you said to yourself as you drew away from the kitchen counter and to the phone. “She will just be dealing with something and her phone ran out of battery. Wednesday will have been causing trouble again I’m sure” you reassured yourself like you were a nervous child, picking up the phone you dialled nevermore’s number hoping that someone would pick up. The phone didn’t even ring. Why wasn’t it ringing? You felt your chest tighten and you pulled your wife’s cardigan that you were wearing tighter around your body, breathing in her scent.

Your cat brushed itself up against your eyes and you reached down to hold it for comfort, you cradled it in your arms like it was a baby “your mother will be home soon Florence… shes just, running late” the cat had no idea what you were saying and just stared back at you with empty eyes before crawling out of your arms.

You placed the phone back on the stand and fiddled with the rings on your finger, you were about to wonder off to the kitchen again to try and salvage the burned mess that had once been dinner when you heard the door open.

In staggered a tired looking Larissa.

“Oh my god-“ you covered your hand with your mouth “I was so worried no one was answering any calls I was about to get in the car and come looking for you” it was at this moment you noticed her appearance, her eyeliner had travelled with her tears to run rivers down her face and her clothes were covered in what looked like soot.

Instinctively you grabbed your wife’s coat from her like you did every evening she returned home but instead of hanging it by the door like usual you just placed it on the floor as it needed to be cleaned.

Larissa said nothing and just hugged you, you held her as she let out a sob, you didn’t even care about your own clothes getting dirty.

“What happened” you asked stroking her mess of hair

“I’m never hiring a normie again. Or anyone for that matter….” She said as the two of you stood.

You pulled back from your wife with confusion “what are you taking about”

“Marilyn wasn’t actually, well, Marilyn. she was Laurel gates and she tried to resurrect some cragstone to kill all of the outcasts and then she poisoned me but I managed to survive when I shapeshifted into a rabbit because I knew they are immune to deadly nightshade but then the building was on fire and a dead corpse was trying to kill everyone but then Wednesday and some of the others killed him… for a second time and no one knows that I’m actually alive and-“ she said all of this without breathing or taking a moment to think.

“Rissa darling slow down you’re in shock, I think you should sit down ‘n i’ll get you some water and we can process this together” you dragged your wife to the table where you made her sit down but when you tried to get her a glass of water she held on to your wrist to stop you.

You took this as a sign and sat down.

“But that’s not the important part!” She told you, her hands holding yours as her teary eyes gazed at you, you had never seen her this way before in the 14 years you had known her “when I was dying and I thought I would never see you again I realised something”

Saying nothing you decided to let her speak and freed one of your hands so you could caress her face, you weren’t sure why but now you were crying too.

“I realised that you are all I want and, and that school is what is holding me back from everything, from happiness, from moving on, from feeling alive. I can’t let it keep me in this god awful town and keep you here too we need to leave, get away, go anywhere” the look in your wife’s eyes was erratic, like someone who’d taken their first shot of heroin and thought they had found god.

You were both sobbing “where Riss where would we go?”

“Wherever you want as long as you are there then I don’t care. We could go back to London have a life see all of our old friends and you could go back to working in the museum instead of the stupid cragstone museum where your mind is wasted and I could teach there, there’s plenty of outcast schools or, or we could even go back to your home I know you miss it and you could show me everything you loved I can learn the language I don’t care!” She was insane but you loved her, this wasn’t the usual Larissa, the sensible Larissa who never did one spontaneous thing her whole life. You liked this though she was finally beginning to see what everyone else is seeing. You sat in awe for a second not saying anything.

This worried your wife.

“Say something please, say anything even if it’s calling me crazy just speak” your wife pleaded and you squeezed her hands to let her know you were thinking of the words.

“I always knew you were bigger than that stupid old school.” You smiled and Larissa gave you the biggest kiss. She sighed and you could finally feel her muscles relax.

Turning around to look at your cat you told her “Florence pack your bags we’re leaving for London”

Larissa laughed at this “don’t worry I’ll find our daughter the best cat school” she joked.

The mood soon turned sour as a knock sounded on the door. “Who could that be?” You wondered.

Larissa’s returned to being panicked “oh, that will be the police they think I’m dead!”

“Well what should I say?!” you asked her desperately. Your wife looked around herself aimlessly “I hope you can act. Faking your death is about as fresh as fresh starts come?”

Kissing your wife on the forehead you stood up and made your way towards the door, you looked back at her and smirked “you were never heeereeeee” you joked in a spooky voice before sauntering away

Larissa stayed close enough that she could here but not close enough she could be seen.

You pulled the door open and put on your worried wife act “hello, oh officer what is it? Is something wrong” it helped you had been crying, seemed more authentic.

He looked towards the floor, a look of regretful anticipation was plastered on his tired face “it’s, it’s your wife, Larissa Weems”

You opened the door further to look interested “oh what is it? I am dreadfully worried, see she was supposed to be home over half an hour ago I can’t seem to get a hold of her.” You increased your worried expression and god you hoped this was enough.

“I’m sorry to be the one to tell you this but, I’m afraid she’s passed away” he didn’t make eye contact with you.

Tears flowed down your face at an instant “no; no no no what do you mean. No she’ll be home any minute you’ve got the wrong person!” You found it pretty easy to act sad and you hadn’t felt that different from the emotion only minutes prior.

“We’ve had witness accounts say she was poisoned. Although we don’t have a bod-“ he began to explain.

“What do you mean no body?!” You asked in desperation, you didn’t want to look like you were accepting your own wife’s death.

“Well we’ve had witnesses say she died but we haven’t found her in the wreck yet…” he said, more drawn back than before.

“I think I want time to process this on my own if you don’t mind officer”, your hands covered your face as you weeped.

“Of course, I’ll swing by if I get anymore information. I’m sorry for your Loss” that was all he said before walking away from the porch and climbing back into his car.

You slammed the door shut with relief.

“And scene!” Announced your wife from the kitchen

“Do you still have funerals if there is no body” walking over to her you leaned your body into hers.

“Yeah it’s just like an empty casket and everyone pretends” in amidst your conversation with the police your wife had been rooting through the pantry and was now eating cookies, she offered you one and you took it gladly.

“Guess we’ll have to stay until the funeral, it would be suspicious if I left seconds after my wife had dropped dead” you breathed in the scent of your wife which once was expensive perfume was now the smell of smoke and dirt.

Larissa was visibly exited “ I am SO attending my own funeral but like as someone famous so everyone thinks I’m cool” she squeezed you as she held you and placed a kiss on your cheek from behind.

Chuckling at your wife you escaped from her grasp “you are such a narcissist”

“No I just want to see Wednesdays face when she thinks I’m dead. Anyway I’m hungry do you want to order pizza?”

“Absolutely”

#gwendoline christie #larissa weems #principal weems #lesbian #larissa x reader #wednsday addams #gwendoline christie x reader #brienne of tarth #sandman lucifer #gay #larissa weems oneshot #oneshot

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specialagentlokitty · 1 year

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Chim x teen!reader - for you

I love your writing and I was wondering if you could do part two of Chim x reader - for you where teen Reader and Chim adopted two puppies, but Reader bans anyone on the team from petting them due to them picking on Chim and the team has to make Reader know that they are sorry by doing Chim's chores, made sure he's okay with every rescue and fire situation? - Anon 💜

Part two:

It took hours of convincing, but Chim agreed to adopt a puppy with you, and you were so excited, especially since you got to look after them both for the next week.

Now it was early morning and you were kicking his apartment door while you held Hades the border collie in your arms while he wagged his tail happily.

“It’s so early…”

Chim opened his door and you beamed as you barrelled into his apartment and set Hades down to play with his dog, which had decided to name Smokey.

Chim rubbed his eyes and closed his door as he followed your through to his kitchen.

“Stop taking my food. Eat your own food.”

“I ran out of food.”

He sighed, shaking his head a little at you.

“You better make me breakfast kid.”

With that, he went to go get ready for the day and you decided to make some eggs for breakfast.

The two puppies happily ran across the apartment and Chim came back in his uniform and he pointed to you.

“Where’s your jacket?”

“Left it at the station.”

“Right, I’ll bring it by your school.”

“Not going.”

Chim rose a brow at you.

“You know part of the program is you need to attend school twice a week for math and English. Today is one of those days. It’s only a couple of hours.”

“Not going.” You repeated.

Chim sighed as he placed your plate on the table with his and he looked at you, giving you a small nod of your head.

“Alright, I’ll speak to them, see if we can get your work emailed over or something.”

You nodded and you both ate quietly and you hung around his apartment until he had to go, and you ran down to his car with the two puppies.

As soon as he pulled up to the station you picked the puppies up again and set them on the floor, running inside with them.

You saw Athena and Maddie and you gasped, running over to the woman.

“Look! Look what me and Chim got!”

The two turned around and both of them immediately sat on the floor with you and the puppies.

“Awh you guys got dogs?” Maddie beamed.

You nodded your head.

“I spent hours convincing him and wouldn’t leave until he agreed to adopt one with me! Mine is Hades, he’s the black and white one, and Chim called his Smokey, his is the brown one.”

“And you should be in school.” Athena scolded lightly.

“They didn’t want to go, I thought maybe we could have their work emailed over. You’re in charge of the whole thing so it’s why I asked you here.” Chim said.

“Alright, let’s talk about why you’re not going. You know the conditions of the program right?”

You nodded.

“I don’t like school. I hate the other students and the teachers are all really rude. I like it here, and Chim keeps an eye on me.”

Athena hummed, watching you play with the puppies.

You had come a long way since she had first met you at the police station, and Chim being your neighbor just happened to work out really well.

You’d made a lot of progress so she finally nodded.

“Alright, just this once. You’re going in on Friday, got it?”

“Yes ma’am!” You beamed.

“Awh puppies!”

Buck walked over and when he reached out your smacked his hand harshly and he quickly pulled away.

“Woah, okay. That wasn’t necessary.” Athena said.

“It was! They’re mean to Chim, so they’re not allowed to pet the puppies.”

“What?! That’s no fair!” Buck pouted.

“It is. You’re bullies, bullies don’t get nice things asshat.”

“(Y/N).” Maddie warned softly.

You looked at her and frowned.

“They’re not allowed to pet the puppies.”

You picked the puppies up and went to sit next to Chim as he cleaned some equipment and you kept a hold of the two leads while the puppies ran around.

“I heard you have puppies and we’re not allowed to pet them.”

You looked up at Bobby, and Chim stopped what he was doing and walked over to sit with you.

“You know it’s not nice to called people asshats, or slap them.”

“I’m really sorry Bobby, I’ll talk to them.”

“No, it’s alright. Don’t worry.”

Bobby turned his attention to you.

“I have a station of firefighters who want to play with puppies, and a very angry you who won’t let them. So what’s it going to take? Food? Someone to do your homework? You name it we’ll do it.” Bobby smiled.

You flicked your eyes to your mentor and friend and looking back at the captain of the 118.

“You all need to do Chims chores for the next week.”

“A whole week?” Bobby asked.

“You’re right. That’s not long enough. A whole month. And you need to keep and eye on him, make sure he’s okay on calls. Because I’m not allowed to go with him.”

Bobby looked at Chim who raised his hands and shrugged a little.

“I’ll tell the others of your terms.”

Bobby walked away and you watched as he spoke to the others and they all walked back over.

“Two weeks of Chims chores, and we let you come on one call.” Buck said.

“A month.”

“Two weeks and we’ll buy you whatever food you want.” Eddie said.

“A month.”

Hen whistled a little.

“You drive a hard bargain, but I really wanna play with those puppies so I’ll take it.”

You nodded at her and looked at the others how finally agreed and they immediately took over doing Chim’s chores.

You ran around the station with him, playing with the puppies and helping him make lunch for you and doing your school work.

Every time you came to the station you would bring the puppies, and you would carefully watch the rest of the team to make sure they were doing what they said they were.

Even Bobby was doing his part in taking over Chim’s chores, and they would take turns doing them.

Chim seemed happy to have some time to relax, and you smiled as you sat next to him by one of the trucks.

“Are you actually going to let them near the pups after this?” He asked.

“Maybe. Maybe not. We’ll find out.”

“That’s not nice and you know it isn’t. Come on, I think they’ve made their point.”

“I don’t think they have. I don’t think they’re fully sorry yet.”

Chim rolled his eyes at you and nudged your shoulder.

“Come on, be nice.”

“I am nice. To you.”

“I know you’re nice to me, but you gotta be nice to them too.”

“Hmm. No I don’t.”

“You do. And unfortunately you also have homework to do.”

Chim stood up and you let him pull you up and the two puppies trained behind you as you sat in Bobby’s office to do your homework.

While Hades stayed with you, Smokey went with Chim while he went to go do some firefighter stuff.

You stayed in the floor struggling to complete your homework and you huffed, tossing the book across the room you shuffled into the corner and held your arms out for Hades.

He barked and ran over, curling up in your lap and you smiled down at him.

“I think it’s nap time buddy.”

He barked and you placed your hand on his side as you rested your head on the wall and closed your eyes

#911 fanfic #911 fox #911 fox imagine #911 fox x you #911 fic #911 fox x reader #chim #chim x reader #chim x you #chim imahine #chimney #chimney x reader #chimney x you #chimney imagine

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angelasscribbles · 11 months

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Victim of Love Chapter 8: Exposure

Series: Victim of Love

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Pairings: Drake x Riley, Liam x Riley

Word Count: 1,609

Rating: NSFW 🍋🍋🍋

Warnings for this chapter: Brief lemons

Song Inspiration for series: Victim of Love by The Eagles

Some people never come clean

I think you know what I mean

My other stuff: Master List.

The morning light filtered in through the French doors that lead to the balcony as well as the big bay window of the cabin’s master bedroom. But that wasn’t what had woken him up.

It was the incessant ringing coming from his cell phone. He mumbled something incoherent as he rolled out of bed and fumbled through his discarded clothes on the floor looking for the source of the annoyance. He finally came up with the phone and silenced it as he glanced back at the bed.

Riley made a few muffled sounds as she turned over, but she didn’t seem to be awake yet. He sat on the floor and looked at his screen.

Three missed calls from Liam. What the fuck? Why was Liam blowing up his phone so early in the morning? He opened his text messages. There were several. All from Liam.

What the fuck is going on?

Where are you?

Is Riley with you?

I think you owe me some answers.

There was a link. He clicked on it.

It was an article from the Cordonian Star. His eyes quickly skimmed the article.

Duchess Riley Brooks, long rumored to be the king’s mistress, was spotted last night cozying up to another man. The man in question is none other than the king’s long-absent best friend, Drake Walker. The couple was spotted at Xtreme, one of Stormholt City’s most exclusive nightclubs. According to witnesses, they seemed very much taken with each other. Has the duchess traded in her married lover for a more eligible bachelor? It would certainly seem so. One can’t help but wonder how the king feels about this turn of events.

Her Grace was considered the front-runner during the king’s social season but was unable to secure council approval. Rumors have long swirled that their love affair never ended, despite his marriage to another woman.

He skipped the rest as his eyes found the accompanying photographs. They were definitely incriminating. Riley wrapped in his arms on the dance floor, his forehead resting on hers. The two of them leaned across the table toward each other as they talked. Their hands entwined as they left at the end of the night. The two of them leaned against the car in the parking lot, kissing. There was no mistaking that one.

Well, shit.

He hadn’t wanted to blow up her life. He’d had no intention of pushing her into any kind of choice or decision. While he wasn’t trying to intentionally deceive his best friend, he had thought any conversation about feelings he might be developing could, and should, wait until he had some kind of clarity on what exactly those feelings were.

But now the matter had been taken out of his hands.

He glanced at Riley again and his heart stuttered in his chest. The sight of her sleeping peacefully in his bed felt righter than anything he’d ever felt in his life. Like she belonged there.

He stood and quietly stepped into his pants, sans underwear, before slipping out of the room. He pulled the door softly shut behind him and then made his way downstairs. He passed through the living room to the kitchen before dialing Liam’s number.

Liam picked up instantly, “What the actual fuck is going on, Drake?”

“Listen, I-“

“You know the vehicle you borrowed has a GPS tracker on it, right? I know you’re at the cabin. Is Riley with you?”

“Yes,” he ran his free hand through his hair with a sigh. He might be okay with keeping his mouth shut, but he couldn’t outright lie to his best friend when asked a direct question.

Drake could hear Liam’s fury as he demanded, “Did you sleep together?”

Another sigh, “Yes.”

“How could you do that to me? I trusted you with her, you’re my best friend! At least I thought you were!”

“I am your best friend, Li! Just calm down!”

“Calm down? Calm down? Yesterday you told me you were going to check on her and this morning I find out that not only did you take her out, but you fucked her as well and you did it all publicly! Were you trying to humiliate me?”

“Jesus, Li!” Drake’s voice rose a little as his anger made him forget he was trying not to wake Riley, “Is that really the part you care about? What the public thinks? I thought you told me you loved this girl?”

“I do love her! But my public image-“

“Is already tarnished by infidelity! You have a wife at home, a pregnant one, in case you’ve forgotten!”

“It was a political marriage! I’m entitled-“

“Stop right there! I love you, man, like a brother, I do but you’re being a colossal ass right now! Can you even hear yourself? Talking about what you’re entitled to? She deserves better than what you’ve given her!”

“Oh, is that what she told you?”

“She didn’t have to tell me anything, Li! I have eyes!”

“What are you trying to say, exactly?”

“I’m saying that regardless of if you like it or not, you are married, and she is not!”

“So?”

“So that makes her one hundred percent available!”

“Do you really think you can just sweep in here and take her? You have no idea what you’re getting in the middle of! I know things have been rough between us recently, but we love each other!”

“Sometimes loving someone means letting them go.”

“Oh, does it? Really? Since when are you the relationship expert?”

“I’m no expert. I just know she doesn’t seem happy with the current situation, and she deserves to be happy!”

“I make her happy!”

A movement in his periphery drew his attention. He turned to find Riley standing in the doorway watching him. “I gotta go, Li. I’ll talk to you later,” he pressed the end button over Liam’s objections. “How long have you been standing there?”

“Long enough.”

“Riley, I’m sorry-“

“For what?” she asked, “Sounded to me like you had my back.”

Relief swept through him, “Glad you see it that way.”

She made her way into the kitchen looking around for a coffee pot. “So, how’d he find out?” she asked as she rummaged around in the cabinets and started brewing coffee.

“There was an article in the Star…”

“Of course there was,” she shook her head, as she turned to face him “We should have seen that coming.”

“Maybe,” his eyes swept down her body. She was wearing his button-up shirt from the night before and nothing else. “Should I get you back to the palace so you can deal with the fallout?”

She clocked his interest in her attire. A sultry smile lit up her face as she sashayed across the room to wrap her arms around his neck, “I told you last night that I’m not in the mood to go back there right now. Nothing’s changed since then.”

“Okay,” his hands dropped to her waist, “What do you want to do then? I could make breakfast, or…..” his lips trailed down the side of her neck.

“Oh, you’re going to make me breakfast, but I thought we could do….other things while we wait for the coffee.”

“Other things, huh?” His fingers sank into her ass as he lifted her and sat her on the counter, capturing her lips with his as he did so.

Her legs spread open as her hands tugged him forward by the top of his pants. Her teeth sank into his lower lip as she popped the snap on the top of his jeans and lowered his zipper.

“Ow!” His head jerked back a little, but his hands were already helping her push his pants down.

“Sorry!”

“Don’t be sorry! I liked it!” He growled as he lunged for her lips again. His fingers deftly unbuttoned the shirt and then each hand cupped a full, supple breast.

She grasped his very erect cock in her hand and stroked it a little, causing his body to jerk forward. She lined him up with her entrance and scooted to the edge of the counter.

“Don’t you want-“

Her fingers twisted in his hair, “I want you to fuck me, Drake, right now!”

That was all the encouragement he needed. Sinking himself into her, his eyes locked on her face. She threw her head back, moaning loudly as he pounded into her. His eyes dipped down to watch her breasts as they bounced in rhythm with their frenzied lovemaking. His gaze snapped back to her face as she screamed out his name, clenching around him, warm, wet, tight.

“Fuck!” One hand wrapped around her and held her from behind as the other tangled in her hair, pulling her head back as he tumbled over the edge of the abyss after her.

His arms were wrapped around her body, his breathing heavy, forehead resting on hers, still pulsing inside her when they heard the knock on the door.

“Who even knows we’re here?” She blinked up at him.

He pulled out of, and away from her, with a sigh. Reaching down to yank his pants back up he gritted out, “Who do you think?”

Liam must have already been on his way to the cabin when he’d called.

“Shit!” She shrugged back into his shirt, her fingers fumbling shakily at the buttons.

“Here,” he said gently, brushing her hands away and quickly buttoning it up for her. He leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on her forehead before helping her off the counter. “It’s going to be okay,” he told her before turning and heading for the door.

#trr au #the royal romance #trr #the royal romance fanfic #choices fic writers creations #angelasscribbles #cfwc fics of the week #drake walker #trr fandom #trr fanfic #trr fanfiction #victim of love #liam rys

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mixelation · 1 year

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do y'all wanna read some plasticity crack

spoilers kinda maybe

this takes place in the far-flung future after ~events~ land tori in konoha, the exact details of which might get changed around. but she keeps dropping icha icha references while looking pointedly at kakashi for a reaction

xxx

“Maa, you could crash with me,” Kakashi offered. He brushed his toes against Tori’s ankle in one long, purposeful motion.

Tori blinked at him, doing her best dumb-cow-eyes routine.

“What, like on your couch?” Naruto asked loudly.

“Something like that,” Kakashi agreed, not looking away from Tori.

“Rei-san, I highly doubt Kakashi-sensei has a very good couch--” Naruto started, but Tori ignored him.

Kakashi was giving her eyes. Kakashi was hitting on her. Holy shit. What the fuck.

“I wouldn’t mind… surveying… the couch,” Tori finally said, working extra hard to keep her voice even and unaffected.

“It’s decided then,” Kakashi said, then wrapped an arm around her waist and flash stepped them away from the ramen stand.

“...Aah,” Tori said as a sort of belated reaction when Kakashi put her down. She thought a regular civilian woman probably wouldn’t like being grabbed by a ninja and forcibly moved to a secondary location.

“Sorry about that,” Kakashi said. “I wanted to be sure Naruto got your bill.”

Kakashi had also, very conspicuously, left his student to pay Kakashi’s bill as well. Tori didn’t comment on this. When she just sort of stared at Kakashi instead of making a real response, he cleared his throat.

“Anyway. I thought maybe you’d like…” He cleared his throat again. “I have some Icha Icha fanzines, so if you wanted to look…”

“You’re nervous,” Tori observed, letting herself crack a grin. She wanted to point and tease and be mean about it, but she had to stay in character. “That’s adorable.”

Kakashi made a pained noise in the back of his throat.

“I would like to see your porn collection very much,” Tori said helpfully. Kakashi made the noise again but led her towards his apartment complex.

Kakashi lived in a completely normal apartment building, with open-air hallways between units, and he brought her up to the third floor. Somewhere around the second floor, it finally fully Tori that she was maybe being invited over for something a little bit sexier than reading fanzines and flirting.

The thought made her miss a step, and Kakashi grabbed her arm to steady her

“You okay?” he asked.

I’m fucking NOT, Tori thought even as she nodded and smiled. Kakashi was inviting her over sex. Kakashi wanted to fuck her.

Did she want to fuck him…?

Maybe. Tori didn’t usually have much interest in men, but Kakashi was nice and funny and she did like him… Plus, the fan part of her had a lot of questions about Kakashi’s sex life she could easily get answered this way.

Also, if Obito found out, he would probably lose his goddamn mind.

Yeah, I should definitely do it, Tori decided, following Kakashi into his apartment. For science.

Kakashi’s apartment was, given what Tori knew of him, bizarrely normal. It was an open plan, with the kitchen separated from the living area by an island. One corner of the room had a little dining table and several large book shelves. It was clean and neat if not a little lacking in decorations, and the couch did look comfortable enough to sleep on.

You know. If Tori ended up sleeping there. Which she might not.

“Do you drink?” Kakashi asked. “I think I have sake somewhere…”

Tori stood awkwardly in Kakashi’s kitchen while he rifled through cabinets. They were less bare than Tori might have predicted, and Kakashi eventually produced a bottle of plum sake.

“I think this is the type you’re supposed to drink cold,” he said, frowning at the label.

Tori ended up seated on the couch with a beer from the fridge while the sake chilled. It was not a very good beer. Kakashi apologized lamely with something about keeping it for friends with no taste.

Which friend? Tori wondered. Gai? Genma? Were Kakashi and Genma actually friends, or was that fanon?

Tori wanted to quiz Kakashi on this, but it seemed unwise to blatantly interrogate the badass jounin. Instead, she settled for watching him pull books and zines off his shelves.

((I think if this scene sticks around i'll tone down him blatantly hitting on her LMAO. more like him genuinely being like DO YOU WANT TO SEE MY COLLECTION and tori belatedly being like: ......am i being hit on?))

#i wrote this a while ago fdjfldjs #fic: plasticity #my writing

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squidsawayfromhome · 1 year

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Inconspicuous

mingyu x reader

fluff, food mentions, pet sitter!reader, dutiful son!gyu, g/n reader, sfw

1.6k words

You were pet sitting this older cat for the weekend, watching movies, cleaning up after and feeding the senior cat. You got a text from the owner, a kind middle aged woman, asking if you wanted her to order you some food. You replied with a thank you and that you had not eaten yet, but you had brought a frozen dinner you would heat up shortly. She replied that her son would drop off a sandwich for you soon, that he was on his way.

You got a bit flustered and self aware at the idea of being seen by someone in your current state. You were dressed in the comfiest clothes you had, they weren't completely unfashionable cozy, but you were covered in cat hair. You resigned yourself to your appearance, deciding this man was no one you needed to impress. You replied to the kind older lady with a thank you and a sweating smiling emoji, to which she replied with a winking emoticon and a your welcome, which was a little unsettling. You wondered what she meant and resumed the movie you were watching.

The movie had ended and you were sleepily scrolling through social media when you heard the door unlock. You jolted up and stood as you heard him rustling in the doorway. “Hello?” You questioned hesitantly as you made your way to meet him. The man was bent down taking his shoes off when he came into view. You wondered if he hadn't heard you. “Hi?” You tried again, and he was visibly startled and shouted in response.

“Who are you?” He demanded as he brought his hand to his chest to quell his shock. He had medium length black hair, falling in waves perfectly framing his face, and these warm brown eyes that made your heart skip a beat.

“Pet sitter.. Your mom didn't tell you?” You laughed, and you noticed he was quite tall, though he was still in the entryway which was a step down from the main house. And he was handsome, ridiculously attractive to where you felt the need to hide. You began to turn and walk into the house before he started his response, “Maybe she did, I kind of zone out when she calls me. All I heard was that she needed food at her house.” He picked up handfuls of bags and followed you into the open layout living/dining room and kitchen.

“W-what's all that?” You blushed in embarrassment at your stutter as he started unloading ingredients onto the counter.

“I was going to cook for my mom, but I can cook for you, too.” He states matter of factly as he removes his sweatshirt in that effortless way where his shirt underneath is pulled up and reveals his abs for a split second that would have your nose shooting out blood if you were in an anime.

Instead you just stared at him with wide eyes, and you only looked away because the cat, the reason you were there, was at your feet meowing at you and rubbing against you, asking for attention. You missed how Mingyu smiled at you and dropped a vegetable on the floor, quickly picking it up and putting it in the sink before you noticed.

You knelt and pet the kitty as you came to your senses a bit. “I’m y/n, by the way.” You focused on the cat purring and moving around you instead of him, and it kept you from overthinking.

“I’m Mingyu. l see she likes you a lot, she always attacks my hand if I pet her for more than five seconds.” He scoffs and continues to move about the kitchen, wondering more about you, curiosity growing.

And that's when he dropped a cutting board on his foot and shouted in pain. You got up and ran over to him asking if he was okay as he exclaimed he was fine and quickly got up and washed it off.

“At least it was the board instead of the knife..” you made an attempt to cheer him up, while his face simply burned. “Could I help? I’d hate to sit on my phone while you work.” Suddenly he wasn't as intimidating, and it was kind of cute how he was pressing his lips into a small, nervous smile.

“Um, sure, here.” He pointed to the pantry, “Could you wash the rice? The bag and the cooker are both in there.” He was drying the veggies and prepping to cut them, and you nodded and began to work.

As you stood at the sink next to Mingyu at the kitchen island, rinsing and draining the rice in comfortable silence. You couldn't hide how impressed you were with Mingyu's smooth knifework, not to mention his arms as they moved and flexed. You became a bit mesmerized by a particular vein on his forearm when you just about let the bowl overflow. When the water was finally clear, you moved to the rice cooker by the wall, and took a breath you didn't know you had been holding in. A shiver of electric excitement shot through the nerves of your spine, and your stomach filled with static, a pleasant tingle enveloped your entire body. That's when you knew you liked Mingyu.

You ended up sitting on your phone stealing glances at Mingyu from the bar on the other side of the kitchen island while he finished cooking. Mingyu only spoke to you again when he was serving up your portion, asking how much you wanted and asking if you wanted something to drink. You set up the dining table, and you snapped a photo of your meal to send to his mom before you started, when he suddenly smiled and posed, and your heart melted in a big way. You moved to get your two plates and him in the photo and sent it to her, to which she immediately hearted the photo and sent another wink emoticon and a “you're welcome” in response, which makes you think she may be trying to set you up with him, which made your face heat up quickly, which made you feel a bit nervous to eat. Mingyu was quick to pick up on your body language and asked, “What did she say?” You bit your lower lip and shook your head, and stifled a nervous laugh, “I think your mom is trying to set us up.” There, you said it.

“Ah, I see.” He responded vaguely. He held his utensil in his hand and blinked in deep thought for a moment while you poked at your food anxiously.

“Hey, I don't want you to be uncomfortable, I can tell her to stop if that would help. And I'll leave as soon as I clean up.” He said slowly and confidently, fronting for how nervous he actually was around you. You were effortlessly attractive, and he liked how comfortable it was to be in the kitchen with you. He had a million questions on the tip of his tongue, his lips parted to ask the most burning one, when you spoke first.

“It's not you, I actually think we would be good friends, and it's not like there's anyone I'm seeing right now, so…” You blabbered and mumbled out a few shocking things all at once. Mingyu felt a wave of something come over him as he shifted into the friendzone, in his mind it was both a relief and a disappointment. But as he continued to process, uncertainty came back tenfold as he realized you also said that you were single, so what did that mean? Where did that leave you?

“So there's hope yet.” He said under his breath with a small smile to himself. But you were just across the table and made out what he said, and your eyes widened with both embarrassment in the fact that you plugged you are single and the fact that he expressed interest. He looked up and noticed that you heard him and the gears turned in his brain, looking for the right words.

You both started to speak at the same time, and stuttered, and stopped.

“Y-you first!” he urged you, with reddened ears.

“I mean, you're like.. way out of my league-” you were cut off.

“I'm not.” He stated firmly and looked at you, emboldened and attentive, hanging on to your every word like a puppy. “I'm not.” he repeated with a smile.

You struggled with your coming words, fighting for your life not to get your hopes up, “I mean, if you say so, but.. Are you saying you're not against it?” You looked at him with your brow furrowed, prepared for the worst.

He shook his head with a light lipped smile, suddenly very cute, in contrast to the cool vibe he was giving off when he was in his element cooking, or the goofy side when he dropped the cutting board. You let out a small giggle and relaxed a bit. You wondered what would come of this, and how many more sides does he have? You wanted to know them all.

“Would you mind if I stayed for a bit longer after I cleaned up the kitchen?” he asked politely, offering himself up, ball in your court.

“I would like that.” You smiled, and finally went back to your food. With the air cleared, your appetite was restored. Mingyu looked very pleased to see you enjoy his cooking. He wondered what was in store for his future with you. He was sure he could make you happy, if you let him, and that you could be his happiness as well. He was giddy at the idea.

#mingyu x reader #mingyu seventeen #mingyu #seventeen imagines #seventeen x reader #seventeen #seventeen reader insert #seventeen fluff #mingyu fluff

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holdmytesseract · 2 years

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Daddy Takeover 》 Baby Fever AU

Request:

"Daddy Loki idea twoooo

Y/N is having a well deserved night out with the girls so dad loki is in charge for the first time." - Requested by @lokisgoodgirl ! 😁

Summary: Natasha and Wanda take you on your first girl's night out since ages. That means Loki is on dad duty this evening - and he's been never alone with Ella before...

Warnings: fluff! Hopefully not too many typos... I edited this very late yesterday... 😅 Also, sorry Winnie the Pooh! I actually love it, I swear! 😭

Word Count: 3k

a/n: Thank you for that wonderful request! I had so much fun writing this! Ella and Loki are SO freaking cute together... 🥰💚

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It was quite early in the morning, when Y/N slumped into the big communal kitchen of the Avengers compound like a zombie, yawning. Her feet led her straight to the coffee machine. Nooo, she and Loki didn't forget to buy new coffee pads when they were out, grocery shopping last week... Totally not… Y/N was only halfway awake, when her fingers pressed the buttons of the coffee machine, in hopes she pressed the right ones. What the young woman didn't notice, was Natasha, watching her from where she leaned against the kitchen counter. "Hey Y/N/N, are you alright?" "Huh?" She turned around, on search for the origin of the voice, urging to her ears. "Oh, hey Nat." Y/N smiled tiredly. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just a bit tired, y'know... How life is with a baby..." She said with a yawn, then reached for the cup of coffee - but didn't grab the mug by the handle, what caused her to burn her hand and dropping the mug. The porcelain clattered to the floor, shattering into a million pieces; the coffee spilled on the tiles. "Oh damn it..." The Y/H/C haired woman mumbled and bend down to clean the mess. Natasha was quickly at her side, helping her. "Girl... You desperately need a break... And a decent night of sleep." "I know," Y/N huffed, picking up carefully the shards. "What do you say, if we make a girl's night out? Just you, me and Wanda - like in the old days." "I'd love that, Nat, but... Let me first talk to Lokes. Someone needs to look after Ella and I want to make sure that he's okay with being alone with her." "Wasn't he alone with her before?" The red-haired beauty asked. Y/N shook her head. "No, not directly." "Then talk to him and let me know. I'll ask Wanda." The women smiled at each other. "Thanks, Nat." "That's what friends are here for, sweetie."

"Lokes?" Y/N stepped back inside their apartment, closing the door quietly behind her. When she got no answer, she called out for him again and walked inside the living room, where she had left him. "Babe?" He wasn't there, but rounded mere seconds later the corner. "Shh, darling. Ella's asleep. I just put her down. Apologies, that I didn't answer you sooner, but I didn't want to risk her waking up again. It's been a rough night after all..." The God said with a small smile, running a hand through his messy curls. Yeah... It had been a rough night, indeed. Ella just didn't want to sleep, was fussy and whiny almost the whole night. They had tried everything, but nothing had helped. Ella just didn't budge, refused to calm down and sleep. Y/N blinked. "She's asleep? As in sleeping peacefully in her crib?" A low chuckle left Loki's lips at the unbelieving words of his lover. "Yes, as in sleeping peacefully in her crib." He whispered, quoting her and stepped closer, wrapping his arms around Y/N's waist to pull her close against his strong body. "Time for us to get some rest, too, darling." Y/N smiled, relieved that their daughter had finally decided to take a trip to dreamland. "You're the best dad, do you know that?" Loki nodded, confidently. "Well, yes. I am very aware of that." His words caused the Y/H/C haired woman to roll her eyes with a smile. "I love you and your godly ego." Another amused chuckle left the God's lips. "I love you, too. Now off to bed with you, my queen." Loki stated and swept his wife off her feet, carrying her bridal style to their bedroom, causing her to giggle. "Usually, you mean with that sentence something entirely different than just a nap." A smug smile spread over the prince's face. "Darling, you know very well, that I'd love to do something entirely different with you, than taking just a nap, but there's a very sweet baby princess sleeping just down the hall and I do not intend to wake her - not after the past night..." He set Y/N gently down on the bed. "No... Me neither. We need to relish the hours of sleep we get, before Ella wakes up again." Loki joined Y/N in bed, yawning and cuddled close to her, face buried in her chest, using her as a pillow. "Definitely. Good night, my love. Sleep well." The Y/H/C haired woman witnessed how her God's eyes closed shut already, on the verge of sleeping in.

"Uhh, Lokes?" "Mhm?" "I wanted to ask you something." "Is it important? Can't it wait until later?" He huffed out in playful annoyance. She giggled, shaking her head. "No, because I am afraid my sleep deprived brain is going to let me forget it." "Fair enough." Loki turned, oceanic eyes looking straight at her. "What is it, my love?" "I saw Nat earlier in the communal kitchen... She said I am in desperate need of a break and a girl's night out like in the old days. Just me, her and Wanda. I thought about this and came to the conclusion that she might be right... I think I could really use a break. Not that I don't enjoy being a mama, gods no! I love it, but..." "You need to see something else than baby bottles, nappies and puke-stained onesies... I understand, love - and you definitely deserve a break. You worked so hard in the last few months, bringing our princess into this world, nurturing her, being the best mama possible..." The sweet words of her husband almost made the woman cry right then and there. Her hormones were still a bit on a rollercoaster ride. "R-Really?" Loki nodded, giving her a loving smile. "B-But... Is that okay for you? I-I mean you've never been alone with Ella before and-" Loki interrupted her immediately. He sat up in the bed and took both her hands in his. "I'm more than positive. I have absolutely no problem with taking care of our sweet girl one evening alone." The God said, pausing for a moment. "Especially if it means I am going to miss one of our Captain's utterly annoying and unnecessary eight o'clock team meetings." "Lokes!" Y/N exclaimed, but giggled. "What?" The prince shrugged his shoulders. "It's the truth..." The woman shook her head and smiled. "So... It would be honestly okay for you to watch Ella alone for one evening?" "Of course, darling."

Two days later, Y/N stood in front of the mirror in their bathroom, applying some makeup. It was the first (girl's) night out for her since... Yeah, since a few months into pregnancy? Of course, weren't the girl's night out's very wild back then. No alcohol, no partying. They mostly consisted of late shopping trips and cinema visits. The last wild girl's night out was quite a few weeks before the pregnancy with Ella. So, it was the very first time in ages for Y/N to step inside a bar - and she was looking forward to it.

The young woman was so in thoughts, that she didn't hear the bathroom door opening cautiously. Only when two big hands landed on her hips, did she notice that someone had entered the bathroom. "You look ravishing, darling." Loki purred in her ear, pulling her closer against his chest. "Yeah? I don't know if I still look good in it..." He shook his head immediately. "No, don't even start. You're the most attractive woman I have ever laid my eyes upon. In that dress as well as out of that dress. Always." Y/N's heart skipped a beat at his words. Oh, how much she loved him. "Thanks, babe." She said, blushing. Y/N wore a beautiful blue, strapless dress. Nothing too sexy, rather casual, but nevertheless fitting for a night out. The God placed a soft, delicate kiss on her neck, before letting go of her again - in order to prevent any... issues to happen. "Wanda and Natasha are here." Y/N nodded. "Tell them I'll be around in a few minutes." "Very well, darling." He left the room again, letting his wife get entirely ready.

A few minutes later, she stepped out of the bathroom, down the hall and into the living room, where Nat and Wanda waited for her along Loki, who held a drowsy Ella in his arms. "Ready to go, girl?" Natasha asked with a big smile on her lips, while Y/N hugged her two best friends. "More than ready!" "Then let's go!" Wanda smiled as well. The Y/H/C haired woman nodded, "Let me just say goodbye to my baby." and turned around again towards Loki and Ella, hugging them both. "Bye bye, baby girl." She said and kissed the little girl's chubby cheeks, causing Ella to smile tiredly, eyes already halfway closed shut. "Mommy loves you. Keep daddy a bit on his toes, yeah?" Then Y/N looked up to her husband, kissing him goodbye - and not just once. "See you later, darling. Have fun and enjoy your girl's night." She nodded, but bit her lip. "Are you really sure you got this? Is it really okay when I-" Loki interrupted her by pressing another kiss on her lips. "Yes, of course. Don't worry. Now go." Y/N smiled at Loki. "Love you, Lokes." "I love you, too, darling." With those words, the three women left the apartment and compound together, leaving Loki and Ella alone.

"Alright, Ella... What are we two going to do, now that mommy is on her night out?" Loki asked the small baby girl, before noticing that she was asleep in his arms; the tiredness overcame her. "A nap. Wonderful idea, princess." He went to her nursery and laid her gently down in her crib, taking the baby monitor with him, before he closed the door quietly behind himself. The God pondered on what to do, decided then to try to get some sleep as well - what didn't quite work out, so he went to the compound library. With the baby monitor firmly attached to his grey sweatpants, he searched through the shelves for something to read. Of course, had Loki enchanted the small, very helpful device, so he could hear Ella crying, even if he was miles away. Once he found a book, he flopped down on one of the sofas.

Time was passing by quick - especially when a book makes it to capture your imagination. Loki was so lost in the story, that he didn't hear the door of the library opening and closing again, followed by footsteps. Peter Parker had sauntered inside the room, backpack slung over his shoulders. The young man's gaze landed immediately on Loki's. Of course, would the God be here... "Oh, hey Mr. Loki!" That caught the raven-haired man's attention. His eyes shot up from the book, meeting the face of the teenager, smiling quite a bit awkwardly. "Peter." Loki gave the young Avenger a nod, before returning his gaze back to the pages of the book in his hands. Peter wanted to walk past him, as he noticed the baby monitor, which was still attached to Loki's sweatpants. Peter adored Ella and fell in love with the tiny girl the first moment he saw her. Okay, but... Who didn't? A smile spread over the brown-haired boy's face. "Are you on dad duty tonight, Mr. Loki?" Peter said, referring of course towards the little device. A silent sigh left the God's mouth. Sometimes that boy was too chatty for his liking. He just wanted to read that book in peace. His oceanic eyes travelled up to meet the brown ones of Peter once again. "That I am, yes." "Awesome! I was-" He wasn't able to finish his sentence, was interrupted by the sudden crying noises, coming from the baby monitor, signalling Loki that his daughter must be wide awake again. "Well... I have to go. Duty calls." The God stated, his seidr letting the book in his hands magically disappear. "So, if you would excuse me... My daughter needs me." Before Peter could even answer something, Loki had vanished into thin air.

Within seconds was the God in Ella's nursery, immediately taking her into his arms. "Hey, hey, princess, it's okay. I'm here. That wasn't the longest nap, was it, baby girl?" Loki tried to calm her down, rocked her softly - but it didn't quite help. The tiny girl's face was red from crying; angry tears streaming down her face. A quick look on the watch told Loki that she might be hungry. "Are you hungry?" He asked Ella, still gently bouncing her up and down in his arms. "Or do you need a fresh nappy?" She didn't answer, of course, but rubbed her face against the fabric of his t-shirt, rather angrily. "Both?" Loki stepped over to the changing table and laid her down, quickly discarding her old nappy and changing her into a fresh one. Résumé... She indeed needed a change. Ella calmed down a bit, but not entirely, was still whining and whimpering, while her tiny mouth latched on Loki's shoulder on the search of something to eat, signalling him that she was hungry as well. So, he went into the kitchen with her and sat her down in the high chair; bib loosely wrapped around her neck. Y/N and Loki had just started to accustom her slowly to baby food. He grabbed the jar of applesauce, Y/N had prepared this morning. Without the sugar, of course. He sat at the table, took the plastic spoon and tried to feed Ella the delicacy. "Here you go, princess. Let's see if you like this more than mashed bananas." Loki had tasted the applesauce, of course, since it was a Midgardian thing - and loved it. Unlike Ella. As soon as the first spoonful was in her mouth and the applesauce came into contact with her tastebuds, her face contorted - not in delight. "No?" Loki asked, chuckling amused. Her face was priceless. A small whimper in discomfort left her lips, before she opened her mouth, causing the applesauce to drip down her chin and onto the bib. "Well..." Loki sighed. That didn't go as planned. He scooped up again a spoonful and tried to offer it Ella the second time, but as soon as she saw the spoon nearing her face, she turned her head away. "Princess... Come on... It's really delicious. Look, daddy likes it, too." He ate the spoonful himself, showing Ella that it was eatable. The next spoonful he had given to Ella, came straight back. She spit it out, causing the applesauce to land all over his t-shirt. She didn't like it and certainly didn't want to eat it; was now full on crying again. "Alright, alright... I give up." The God sighed in defeat, packed the delicacy away again and grabbed one of the bottles Y/N had prepared as well - just in case. He heated it up a bit and took the baby back into his arms, giving her the bottle. She started to latch on the rubber tip immediately, like a starved girl, causing Loki to chuckle once more and shake his head. "Mama's milk is better than applesauce, got it." While he walked out of the kitchen with his eating daughter still in his arms, the God's his gaze fell on the Midgardian books Y/N had prepared for him as well. Baby books to occupy Ella a bit. He didn't think of them, forget that his wife left them there, but decided to give them a try.

After Ella was done devouring her dinner, he got rid of his dirty t-shirt and the bib and sat down with the small girl on the sofa, taking the books with him. Now, she sat on his lap, one of the books in her hands. It was one with a lot of different colours and made crinkly and squeaky sounds. Ella wasn't that intrigued. For a short moment, yes, but then she lost interest. Just like with the two other books. "Why is there a speaking bear, who eats honey and is best friends with a piglet?" Loki frowned at the book, while Ella's little hands tried to grasp the pages. She gave a whine and huff in return. "Yes, you're right, Ella. Those books are rubbish. The Asgardian ones are way better. Come on." He put the books aside again and went with her to the bedroom, dimmed the lights and laid down on the bed, Ella on top of his bare chest. "I'm going to tell you an Asgardian story now. They are way better, believe me." Loki grabbed the blanket and covered Ella and his torso, making sure that she was warm enough. "Once upon a time, in a realm not far from this one, lived a young prince with his oafish older brother..."

About two hours later, it was already almost midnight, opened Y/N quietly the main door of her and Loki's rooms. She noticed, that the lights were out, except the one in their bedroom. Taking off her black heels, she tiptoed down the hall, towards the room and opened the ajar door silently. "Lokes?" Y/N peeked inside. Her heart skipped a beat at the sight in front of her. Ella was still on Loki's chest, blanket wrapped around her, just like the hands of her father, keeping her from falling off his upper body. Both of them were fast asleep. A smile spread on the woman's face. Love ran through her veins, engulfed her completely. As much as she loved the girl's night out's with Nat and Wanda... There was nothing more wonderful than spending time with the two most important people in her life, laying right there on the bed in front of her. She wouldn't trade what she had for anything in this life.

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The past will catch up (pt 2

Pairings: none for this chapter

Tags: Drug use in this chapter 🔞, cussing, violence, alcohol, ptsd, mentions of death, it’s rough.

Note: I want to make it clear that there is mentions of drug use in this chapter. Pls do not read if you have triggers of drug use or drug mention, and remember you’re not alone in this 🖤

Word count: 2k?

| December 2012 |

“Sir, excuse me sir” Simon jumped up from his sleep, heart pounding from his chest. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to startle you. We’ve arrived at your stop” Simon sat up in his seat looking around. “Where are we?” He wasn’t too familiar with his environment but if he could estimate he was just outside of his hometown, Manchester. “This is where your ticket says to drop you off.” Simon huffed out a breath. Grabbing his bags and his belongings. “Thanks.” He nods giving the driver a handsome tip for his travels.

It was wintertime in England, therefore it was colder than hell if hell was frozen over. The wind chill bit to the bone like snake venom. Simon shivered under his uniform coat. He was made to survive in weather conditions like these, but damn it was cold.

Simon took a piece of paper out of his coat that had an address stamped to it. “The man said it shouldn’t be too far from here.” Simon looked up to see a coffee shop nearby. Maybe he could get more information from there.

Society felt different now. Being in the SAS changed Simon. It made him feel as if he was no longer human. Just a machine that had a job to do, and that was to kill. The world got dirty sometimes and he was always there to clean up the mess. He was good at it. He felt like he belonged in the chaos. He felt respected in it.

The bell on top of the door rang as Simon entered. Everyone and their mother was giving him their award-winning side eyes. The mask was probably the eye-catcher. Simon shook his head walking up to the front counter. “Hello, I was wondering if you can direct me toward this address” The lady looked at him like she seen a ghost. “There’s a mask policy here, sir”. Simon shook his head. “Mask stays on, just tell me what I want to know and I’ll be on my way.” Simon had to cover up his identity a lot in the army. He hardly ever took his balaclava off unless it was to eat or sleep. It’s how he hid who he was. He was a ghost and you only seen him when it was too late.

The waitress sighed “It’s just a few blocks from here take a right on Fixtom Street and you’ll see it. It’s not hard to miss.” Simon nodded leaving the shop with a huff of annoyance. He hates people, and hates interacting with them even more.

The entire walk to the address was just him rehearsing what he was going to say to his Mom. He hasn’t seen her in over 10 years. That’s a very long time for not seeing someone, especially your Mother. He was alone and forsaken in this new world.

Taking his mask off and putting on his uniform hat. He took a deep breath in before entering the shop. It was a pie shop. Pre-made pies everywhere. He scanned through the room, but there was no sign of her. He felt an anxious pit in his stomach. Clearing his throat. “Excuse me I’m looking for Marie Riley she’s supposed to be here.” The man turned around from the counter looking the masked man up and down. “Marie you have company!” The man walked towards the back. “Wait here a second.” Simon nodded.

His mouth dry and sticky, and after waiting for what felt like forever.-

“You can come on back.” The man gestured. Ok, this is it. Simon took a heavy breath walking back into the kitchen.

“It better not be one of those damn advertisement people again, Henry I told you to tell them I’m not interested.” The woman bickered taking a pie out of the oven. “Marie you have someone here to see you.”

Simon took his cap off. “Hello Mom.” Looking from where he stood his mom hasn’t changed a bit. She still had that smile in comparison to a guardian Angel. His guardian Angel.

Marie drops the pie on the floor with a loud gooey plop sound.

“Dear god.” Covering her mouth in disbelief, Simon chuckles “Ma, you dropped a perfectly good pie” Marie laughs “OH DAMN THE PIE, Son is….. is it you. Is that my beautiful boy?” Simon gave a warm smile “It’s me, ma. I told you I would come back.”

“Oh, my son.” Marie throws herself into her son’s arms. “Oh, you look so handsome.”

Simon closes his eyes feeling his mother’s touch on his face. “I’ve missed you.” He was finally home. “I should have wrote you, I’m sorry but everything happened all so fast and before I know it. I’m a Lieutenant. I’m sorry. I really am.” Simon felt a large amount of sorrow. Before he was deployed he promised Marie he’d write her and keep in contact. The last letter he wrote her was over 5 years ago.

Marie shakes her head. “It’s okay son. I understand.” Despite not hearing from her son, just to see him here breathing was a miracle.

“How have you been? Where have you been? Have you been safe? Are you hurt? Is something wrong?” Questions were the only thing Marie could ask. She was worried. “Mom I’m okay everything is fine. I’m home now. That’s all that matters now.” Marie sobs muffles into Simon’s chest. “Oh my boy I’ve missed you so much. We all have.” Simon hummed at the warm feeling he felt in his chest. A feeling that he hasn’t felt in a very long time.

“How’s Tommy?” His brother was another heart wrenching concern for him. Did he hate Tommy? Yes, he had resentment for him for all the horrible things him and Raymond would do to Simon as a child. After running out their dead beat father. Simon had to man up and look out not only for his mother, but his brother as well.

“He’s doing good. He’s been going to rehab trying to get better. I’m proud of him. I’ve been trying to help him but it’s been difficult on my own.” Simon recalled the last time he seen Tommy. It wasn’t a pretty sight. Both of the brothers fought with each other and the last thing Tommy said was ‘I don’t want to see your goddamn face again’. Simon shook the memory from his head. He was going to find his brother. Bastard owed him.

“I see you didn’t move too far from Manchester.”

“I couldn’t make myself go too far from it. I know we all have history there.”

Simon scoffed ‘tell me about it’ he thought.

“But I couldn’t just leave. I started a pie shop, I have a nice home. Business is booming right now for us.” Marie states leaning over to pick up the pie she dropped. Simon helping her clean up the mess.

“Our home is not far from here. It’s within walking distance from my job. Everything has been going well for us Simon.” Simon nodded “I’m glad.” A wave of relief washed over Simon. It made him proud to see his family thriving.

“Let’s go sit down. I’d love to hear so much more from you.” Marie motions towards a bench outside. Both sit down and take in the fresh frisky England air. It was better than breathing in gunpowder and smoke that became Simon’s new oxygen. “Son, what’s been going on?” Rubbing his palms on his uniform slacks, he didn’t even know where to begin. “I don’t even know where to begin.” Both chuckle. “How’s the military?” Marie tilts her head

“I’m in the SAS now. Lieutenant Simon Riley.”Simon chuckles to himself. He’s made it far from where he began. “My boy is a hero now.” Marie’s bragging made Simon’s cheeks turn a tinted red.

“How long will you be on release?” Simon’s smile dropped, grabbing his mother’s hand “Not very long. A few months at the most.” Marie’s eyes flutter shut. She hated the fact that she had to say goodbye again. The thought of it made her stomach weak. “Simon why must you leave again?” Simon closed his eyes, desperately trying to find the answer his mother deserved. Nothing could come to him though.

“I-…. I have to. Look all that matters is I’m here right now. Let’s stay in the present for now, Okay?” He didn’t want her to worry about his re-deployment not right now. As for trying to find the answer for her question was something Simon struggled with for a long time. At first he deployed in the SAS to get away from his abusive father. He wanted to be in an environment where he felt wanted. Now there was no reason to not come back home, but Simon didn’t want that either. No he wanted to stay in the war. It’s where he felt at peace. Being in the army became an addiction to Simon something he couldn’t get enough of.

Clearing out his selfish thoughts. “I need to find Tommy. Do you know where he stays?”

Marie fiddles with her fingers. “He doesn’t say much about where he goes, but last time he said he was staying at a complex on Foremorth street. That boy is hard to control Simon but he’s trying. Take it easy on him.” Simon laughed under his breath. Tommy had everything handed to him when they were kids. He was a privileged little prick. If Tommy was in the state Simon thought he was in. Taking it easy on him was the least of his concerns. “Ok well, I need to find him. I’ll return when I’m done.” Marie gives a look doubt but still gives a nod of approval. Simon leaves the shop feeling anxious. He had a bad feeling about the condition his brother was in.

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Now if I was my in-delinquent brother where would I go? What would I do? Simon thought to himself strolling through the city. Mom said the apartment complex was on ‘Foremorth’. After asking around.

Simon looked up at a street sign. ‘Foremorth’ street. Ok, where is Tommy? Simon sighed looking in the distance he seen a small apartment duplex. Walking through the doors. “Hello is a man named ‘Tommy Riley’ here?”

“Yes, he lives here. May I ask who you are?”

“His brother I just need to check on him, see if he’s okay.” The receptionist nods. “Just go down that hallway there. The room should be on the left. Room 202” The man points in the direction of Room 202.

Simon felt like he was on a wild goose chase. Approaching the door of 202, he made a slight knock. “Tommy”?, there was no answer of course, Simon continues knocking “Tommy it’s me, Simon.” Still no response. Goddamn it Tommy. Simon huffed looking for other ways In. He looked up to see a window slightly cracked open. Time for a little maneuvering.

Once Simon made it up he cracked open the window and made an entrance. The atmosphere smelled hot to him. The room was dirty and messy. He felt uneasy. Slowly he pulls out his 9mm. Fully alerted of his surroundings he makes his way downstairs. “Tommy?”

“Tommy, do not jump out at me or I will fire.” Years of training made Simon always stay on the edge of paranoia. It’s what kept him alive. You never sleep with both eyes closed if you feel targeted.

Simon scans through all the rooms leaving the living room the last room to search. The smell got worse as he gets closer only to see his brother passed out on the couch. He examined the room. Beer cans, food containers, and drugs. A lot of them used as well.

Simon shook his head. Putting his gun in its container. “Get up!” He demands kicking Tommy’s leg. Tommy mumbled incoherently from being fucked up off the needles. “I said get up!” He yanked up Tommy from the couch.

“What the fuck?” Tommy stammered. Eyes becoming wide

“Si- Simon? Oh shit, what am I on.” Tommy rubs his hand over his face. Simon rolls his eyes.

“Let’s skip the brotherly reunion.” Simon throws Tommy back down on the couch. “You have a women at home worried sick about you because she cares so much.” The disgust that Simon felt was nothing compared to anything. He felt heartbroken. “I really can’t see anything worth caring for.” Tommy laughs in a reply to Simon’s harsh comment.

“Well hello to you too baby brother.”

“What are you doing Tommy? Mom thinks you’re clean what the fuck is this?” Simon picks up a used needle from the table. Tommy scoffs “Gotta help the pain somehow.”

“So you do this shit?” Simon throws the needle back down.

“Look not everyone is a perfect little momma’s boy. Joining the army. ‘Saving’ the world.” Tommy rolls his eyes and chuckles taking a sip from the beer can that sat on the table.

Simon huffed “Why are doing this Tommy? You know Mother thinks you’re clean right?” The fact that this man could sit here and lie about his drug use to their mother’s face was well enough to make Simon want to put a bullet in his leg.

“Yes I’m aware. I haven’t been able to show my face to her since.” Tommy drops his head into his palm rubbing his head. “I’ve gotten my tail caught back in the mouse trap again, oops” Tommy’s dry humor made Simon want to punch the bastard in his jaw.

Tommy gets up finishing his beer In Simon’s face. “Why’re you here? Something tells me you didn’t come back for the scenery.”

Simon backs up a feeling a little bit threatened.

“You think you can just show up after 10 years of not saying a word to any of us? Then coming here in my home to criticize and judge me on what I do?!” Simon scans Tommy up and down. His actions giving him vivid memories on how his father use to act.

“I don’t need a goddamn thing from you Simon. You have no say in what I do. I have everything under control. You left us a long time ago anyways.” Simon’s head drops down. Clearing his throat, “I did what I had to do to get away from father.” Tommy shakes his head. “Right of course. No, you did it for yourself. You always try saving your own ass. But you never once thought maybe you weren’t the only one who was trying to get away from him, did you?” Tommy walks towards the kitchen to retrieve another beer. He gulps down one, then two, and after his third, he turns to a bottle that was much stronger than a beer.

Simon gives his brother a look of disproval. “What? You want some?” Tommy scoffs downing a stream of warm liquor.

Simon looking down at his boots. “Look, Tommy I left because I had to. I couldn’t stay anymore. And for someone who says they were “scared” of father it sure as hell didn’t seem like it then.” Simon still remembers the times both his brother and father would make his life a living hell. Tommy had this ghost mask that’d he use to scare the shit out of Simon out of spite. Now he was the ghost now.

“I did what I had to do to survive then. I’m sorry for my part I played in it but it got me through didn’t it?”

Tommy takes a seat at the kitchen table. Simon followed after him. “You weren’t the only one Simon. I had to make sacrifices and our relationship was one of them. I’m sorry for it, truly” Simon turns his head to look out the window. He couldn’t process his thinking right now. He always tried avoided bringing up his past it was something he couldn’t run from.

“Your hair looks nice. It suits you” Tommy commented looking up at Simon’s perfectly groomed locks. No words came to Simon. The silence sent a shiver down Tommy’s spine. “You’re angry with me-“

“I’m disappointed” Simon cuts him off crossing his arms. “I expected better, especially from you.” Tommy nodded. “Is this what you’ve been up to this whole time? Getting high?” God he hoped not Simon thought.

“No.” Tommy shifted in his chair “I was clean for a while there. Then got sucked back into it by a friend.” Simon’s eyes shifted to the cuts, bruises, and scars on his brother’s forearms. Tommy quickly realizes the judgment and tucks his arms away. “Do you want a beer?” Tommy gets up from the table walking towards the fridge again. Simon debated on the offer. He was going to be here for a while. “Sure.”

After the boys have a few beers and conversations with each other. Simon offered to help Tommy clean up his living quarters.

“Alright, I think that’s all of it.” Tossing away the last bags of trash Simon looks at his older brother who looks as if he’s on the verge of a mental breakdown. “You alright there?” Tommy clears his throat “Yeah, I’m good.” He states taking a quick swig of his beer.

“Thank you for this. I want to get better again and start making an effort.” A smile grew on Simon’s face. “That’s why I’m here, Tommy. I want to help you but you gotta wanna help yourself.”

Throwing the dirty rag down. “I know it’s not easy trust me. I’ve been dealing with my demons for so long that they just became a part of me, but I can help you with yours if you’ll let me. You don’t have to let your demons take over as mine did.” Giving his hand out for Tommy to shake, there needed to be trust between the two or this wasn’t going to work. Tommy shakes his hand pulling his younger brother in for a hug.

“It’s good to see you little brother.”

“It’s good to be home.” For the first time in a long time. Simon felt whole again. He felt like things were going to be okay.

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| Present |

Have you ever known someone for so long that you think you know everything about them? Secrets were hardly ever kept between the two. You knew everything that there was to know about them just like they knew you.

Now think about what it would feel like if a secret that the person has kept from you unexpectedly was standing at your front porch.

Voices were muffled from the ringing in your ears.

His brother. How is this even possible? Simon told you his brother died when they were younger. Now he’s just suddenly on your front porch. None of this makes sense to you. Everything feels like a lie.

“Your brother? The one who died when he was a child?” You were fuming. Your skin felt hot, but you also felt like this entire time everything has been a lie.

A chuckle leaves the older brother’s mouth. “Wow Simon. Telling people I’m dead now?”

Simon looked as if he was utterly disgusted with the man standing in front of him. “What are you doing here Tommy? Why are you here?” The man steps his left foot into the door approaching Simon. “Am I not allowed to visit my younger dick head of a brother?”

“You come here to insult me in my own home? Awfully bold of you Tommy.”

Tommy? The tension between the two men was suffocating. This felt personal. Very personal.

Simon turned back his attention to you. “Y/n can you give us a moment, please? I’ll come and get you once I get this… ‘parasite’ out.”

You looked at Simon then back to Tommy whose eyes pierced through like a hot rod into the abdomen. You quickly left the room but you didn’t wander too far. No, you deserved an explanation. Silently closing the door you engage your ears to eavesdrop.

Hearing Simon speak first with an aggressive tone. “Why are you here, Tommy?”

“We’re family you know?”

“No, I’m not doing that. Not this time, you don’t call, you don’t write. So why are you really here?” Simon replied demanding the right response to his question.

You heard the front door shut. Shit now he was in your house. This didn’t feel right, you could feel the anxiousness build in the pit of your stomach. You should intervene.

“If you don’t tell me why you’re here. We’re going to have issues.” There was a moment of silence between the two brothers before the eldest spoke first.

“Mom is dead.” Your ears perked up. You had to do something, and quickly. You ran through the door. Stopping in your tracks from behind Simon not even bothering to look at you.

“What?” You could hear Simon’s voice crumble.

“No. You’re lying.”

“I’m not lying Simon I promi-“

Simon pulls out his gun that was once holstered now pointing it at his brother.

“Simon. No stop.” You ran in the crossfire attempting to disarm Simon, he shoves you back from him.

“You think you can just show up here at my goddamn house telling me my mother is dead?!” Simon’s knuckles were turning white from the death grip he had on the firearm.

Tommy with surrendering hands. “Simon put the gun down. I had to tell you I had to find you. I’m sorry.” Simon’s hearing was flooded with blood he felt as if he was just shot in the chest…

“Simon put the gun down.” You begged holding onto his arm

Squeezing his eyes shut shaking his head. “No, this bastard deserves to die.” You hardly knew the history behind the two brothers. It’s something Simon would never bring up, and when you asked he’d always disregard the questions. Deep down you knew Simon didn’t hate Tommy. He couldn’t it. It wasn’t in his core to hate family. Despite what they’ve done to him, he knew family was all he had left. Without it he was nobody. Family was Simon’s reason to fight then.

Now you’re his.

“No, Simon don’t do this. I’m begging you.” Tears are rolling down your face. If Simon were to pull that trigger it would destroy him.

Reaching out for the gun. “Put the gun down. Do it for me, please.” Simon slowly loosened his grip letting his arm fall along with the gun in his hand. You quickly take the weapon from him. Turning to look at Tommy.

“I suggest you go before he changes his mind.” Warning Tommy.

Tommy looked at you with his hands still surrendering. Not taking his eyes off either of you he makes his way towards the door leaving just the two of you behind.

Simon drops his head with a sob that sounded as if he was losing oxygen.

“Simon.” Your voice shakes. You grab his face making him look at you. His face displayed emotions you didn’t think he could show. Ever since you knew Simon he’d always make it his mission to not show his weaknesses to you. He was a very passive-aggressive man. It’s who he was, he’d use dry humor to get himself past the obstacles he knew he wasn’t ready to face. He was known as The Ghost. A man with no face, no identity, no emotion. He made it his life mission for anyone that crossed him to remember him. But the man that stood before you, wasn’t Ghost. It was Simon Riley.

This was his breaking point, and you had to find a way to save him or you were going to lose him forever.

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congratulations on 50 your writing is an absolute chefs kiss, can i request a fluff fic? Im a sucker for soft comforty strange 💤

Oh my goodness!! You are so kind! I hope you enjoy this.

No One Loves Like Ghosts

Word Count: 1,805

Summary: The reader and Stephen have a few things to get off their chests

Warnings: none? Fluffy comfort (grab the tissues)

Disclaimer: I do not own Marvel, Doctor Strange, or any characters mentioned in this story

The light of the sun pierced through the curtains of 177A Bleecker Street, stirring the woman awake. Normally the alarm on her phone would wake her up, but she had turned her notifications off, enjoying a nice evening with her crime-solving partner and better half, Doctor Stephen Strange. She sat up in the bed, taking in a deep breath before looking over at him. He had still been sleeping, watching his chest rise and fall. She smiled looking at him feeling incredibly lucky to have him by her side. She broke through his walls to see who the real Stephen was, and he was just as she suspected he was.

She gently turned in the bed, placing her feet on the floor before standing up. Wong was in Kamar-Taj performing his higher duties, as he delicately called them. Y/n could only imagine what was considered higher duties, but the Sorcerer Supreme had to ensure Earth's safety from outside invaders and threats, she knew he was busy, which meant she could bother Stephen more. Grabbing his t-shirt from the floor, the woman pulled her hair from under the shirt, the hair bouncing off her back as it settled. It was still considered early, 7:30 am according to the grandfather clock in the corner of the room.

The woman left the room quietly, heading down the hallway towards the staircase. Her feet were covered by a pair of socks, making tiny thuds as she walked. She wanted to surprise Stephen with breakfast, one of the few things she got better at in adulthood. She wasn't Rachel Ray or Martha Stewart, but she could put a meal together in a pinch. The question was if it tasted good together. She had some blunders, remembering the time she burnt a chicken beyond repair, giving up and ordering a pizza for the three of them to eat. As embarrassing as it was to serve a pizza and toss the chicken away, it was still a funny memory to have. Stephen didn't let her live down the moment, watching as she pulled the chicken out of the oven as it was on fire. His quick thinking not only saved her skin from being burnt but made such a mess to clean up.

She could, however, make pancakes and eggs. Once in the kitchen, she grabbed everything she needed from the refrigerator and pantry. The eggs wouldn't take long to make, so she started on the pancakes first. Oddly enough, she hated breakfast when she was younger. It felt like a chore to eat in the mornings, feeling that eating that early would make her sick throughout the day. She got better over time, starting with apple or orange slices, then adding a piece of toast to the mix. Now she enjoyed breakfast foods, even in the afternoon and evening time.

Several minutes passed, and the pancake mixture had been sitting in a bowl next to the oven. The carton of eggs was next to them. She hummed to herself as she poured the first two pancakes into the pan, flipper in hand. She was still a little tired, so she had been caught off guard a little when she felt a pair of arms wrap around her from behind. Once she felt his chest resting on her back and his chin resting on the top of her head, she settled. "Good morning, darling."

Stephen hummed a little. "Good morning, Hunny." He woke up a few minutes after she left their room. He was an early riser as well, and he didn't sleep well without her around. It was no wonder that he woke up after he finally detected her absence. "That's my t-shirt."

The woman laughed a little, flipping the pancakes in the pan. "Well, it looks like it's mine now." She leaned back in his embrace, soaking up all of the attention he gave her.

"Don't worry, I'll just collect it later," he spoke before placing a kiss on her head. He heard the music that was playing from the speaker on the counter opposite the pancake mix and eggs. "Together Forever, Rick Astley. 1987." He stated, feeling confident in his answer.

"The musical genius wins again." She replied before turning around in his arms. "You've won the game! Your prize is a dance or an equal sum of the cash value."

He looked down at Y/n, narrowing one eyebrow. "I'll take the money."

"Stephen!" She gasped, placing a hand on his chest. Since she took his t-shirt, he had been bare-chested, donning the sweatpants he wore the night before.

He winked at her, something he was good at in general, but he knew how to tease her. "If you didn't want me to take the money, then you shouldn't have offered it." He responded, his arms still wrapped around her frame.

The woman smirked, turning around to remove the pancakes from the pan, then set the pan on a different burner, turning the heat off. She couldn't have asked for a better morning. They didn't wake up to any type of commotion or destruction outside of their home. Life in New York City was as it should be; people going to work, children attending school, life working as it normally did. The two of them were able to breathe and get ready for their day ahead. If only it had been a Sunday morning, with rain falling.

Y/n laughed, listening as the song changed to Sunday Morning by Maroon 5. She covered her face as she laughed. This brought a bit of confusion to Stephen. "Is something funny?" He asked her, his hold loosening up on her.

The woman turned around, wrapping her arms around him. Her amusement was painted on her face. "I was just thinking about this song, actually. How I wish it was Sunday and raining outside, how I'd love to have a lazy morning in bed with you. Something that seems rare for us."

He shook his head, grinning before taking two steps back, bringing her with him. "Well, it is Thursday and sunny, but you know I would love to stay in with you for as long as I can." He took a half a turn, leading them in a small circle in the kitchen, a lazy waltz as he preferred to call it.

She looked up at him before pressing the side of her face to his chest. "We can always look forward to our next rainy Sunday morning." She responded before taking in a deep breath. She rolled her eyes, smelling the fresh cologne he put on before walking down the stairs to find her. "God, why do you always smell so good?"

Stephen chuckled as he spun them around. "Because basic hygiene is quite literally life-saving?" He asked in response to her question, which he found adorable. Voicing the amount of adorable it was, he could never admit it. "I could ask you the same thing."

She turned her head to look up at him. "Because I am very particular about my scents." The woman had surrounded herself with the scent or rose water. There was a greenhouse on the roof where she had a rosebush she had been caring for over two years now. Her perfume was a mix of roses and ivys, and her bath wash was from the same company and line as her perfume.

The two of them danced around in the kitchen, listening to the music that was playing from the speaker. Stephen knew he needed to be ready for anything that could come their way, but he wanted to enjoy the time he had with Y/n. He was learning from his past, and pushing through his stubbornness to go through life without having an attachment to another person. The thought of having somebody need him scared him, what if said person found another person to need more than him? What if he couldn't protect him?

His facial expressions soften up a little, the woman noticing this. "Stephen," she started. "What going on? What's on your brain?"

She knew him well, this he knew. "I can't help feeling that one day.. you're going to want to be with somebody else. Someone who is better than me." He admitted, feeling a crushing weight in his chest. "I can't help but to think what we would be today if I never went to Kamar-Taj. What if I never had my accident? Who we would be if I was still Dr. Strange, M.D and P.H.D."

The woman's eyes softened a little, moving one hand to cup his face, a gesture he melted into. "I don't know what we would be had we never met. I often think about if you would have ever noticed me if you were still a surgeon." She told him before he opened his eyes again, looking into her eyes. "I feel like what matters the most is that we have each other. I have never had the type of relationship I have with you before. Nobody has made me feel the way you make me feel. I would rather die millions of painful deaths knowing I love you with every fiber of my being than give you up for anybody else."

He didn't know how to feel, her words were a heavy confession. It made him stop in his tracks as he continued to hold her in his arms. Nobody had ever admitted their love for him in such a way before. How could she love him in such a way? He was arrogant, and ambitious, and had to be the best at everything. "How do you know you feel that way?" He asked her, his voice a few octaves above a whisper.

She smiled at him, her top lip quivering slightly. "Because I've never had to ask myself once if this relationship was going to end badly. I've never had to worry about if you cared about me because I know you do." She told him, feeling warm within her soul. "I've seen you when we have been out. I have seen the look in your eyes when you look at me, and it's everything to me."

Stephen couldn't help himself. He brought her body in closer to his, hugging her tightly to him. She reached up, her head resting on his shoulders. "Please, don't leave me, Y/n. I love you more than you could imagine."

The woman felt a mix of emotions well up in her. She was so thrilled, so caught off guard by his confession, she was so in love with him. Nothing else mattered to her. Only Stephen. "I love you, Stephen Strange. I loved you yesterday, I love you today, I'll love you tomorrow, and I'll continue to love you until the end of time. Even after the end of time."

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