#AND HE HIT 3 OLD LADIES I KEPT COUNT

[axelsagewrites]

Roy Kent*Charitiy

Pairing: Roy Kent x reader

Word count: 1535

Warnings: Rupert existing and Roy being Roy

Masterlist here

Ever since last year when Rupert crashed annual charity ball and donated a butt load of money to steal her thunder, she was determined to make this year's even better. It was odd to you that someone donating so much to a good cause was grounds for revenge but then again, you'd met Rupert. He really was the worst. 

She'd gone all out this year, making sure she lined up at least 3 famous performers that equally hated Rupert and inviting everyone who was anyone. You were automatically on the list as her assistant but and also as Roy's plus one. It was at last year’s ball that Roy ended up walking you home from and kissing you in your doorway. Cut to this year and you were now in a semi-secret committed relationship with Richmond’s newest coach. You had both decided not to share to the press and after much convincing Roy let you tell Rebecca and the team.

One of the nights biggest earners was of course the charity auction. Roy had refused at least 19 times to do it but eventually with enough eyelash batting and promises of favours you'd convinced him to sign up. All the boys had signed up, even Will was forced to sign up.

To make things even more bizarre Rebecca herself was being auctioned. Though you as her assistant had also hired someone to come bid on her so she'd never have to have the date but still she was technically on the roster. What you hadn't expected was for her to turn to you with puppy dog eyes. 

"We need more women on the list. Cmon, you know how it is. Think of the children,"

Roy was more outrage you had said yes than the fact he had been convinced to do it as well. You however were sure that it would be fine. After all people were there to bet on the footballers to play a game with their kid or show off to their friends or whatever other questionable activities they had planned. Not some assistant. 

What you hadn't accounted for was that you were no longer just an assistant. Not only did you often appear in pictures with the team, but rumours floated around that you were dating at least one if not multiple of the boys. Between always being around famous footballers or the fact Keeley Jones was your best friend you’d forgotten people actually knew who you were now.

The night was fine to begin and halfway through the auction Rebecca had already hit the same record as last year but that was not going to stop her. Danni had gone for £5000, Sam for £6000, Keeley for £10,000. Yes, even Keeley had donated one of her Friday nights to Rebecca's cause.

Roy had practically begged you that if the old lady who won him last year was going to win that you steal the win and he'd give you the money so sure as fate you had just won a night with your boyfriend for £8000. This was only going to fuel the fires in the tabloids, but it was worth saving Roy another painful night with a toothless granny.

"Up next we have my dear, dear friend who many of you will recognise as the teams shadow. Come on up"(y/n)," Rebecca said, clapping as you walked up with an awkward smile.

" Can we start the bidding at £500?" You thought this would be over and done with in less than a couple minutes.

"Five thousand pounds," Ruperts voice came booming from the back of the room followed by the sound of Roy’s chair scrapping against the floor as he stood up, "Forgive me for being so late my dear Rebecca. A family emergency kept me away, but I couldn't miss this for the world," he said gesturing to the crowd who gave him a round of applause he didn’t deserve, “After all it is for the children,”

For once Rebecca stammered for words before finally stuttering out "Yes well thank you Rupert. Do I hear six?"

"Ten thousand," Roy boomed across the room. Small gasps left several tables as you stood, eyes bulging out at the moment happening. You’d got to witness the bidding war that went for Jamie last year with Keeley spending twenty-five grand, but you knew that both Rupert and Roy were far more stubborn. this could go for a while.

"This isn't how auctions exactly work boys-" Rebecca tried to cut in, knowing how stubborn Rupert was and how violent Roy could get, but to no avail. she looked at you with a sympathetic glance as the carnage began.

"fifteen thousand," Rupert said, walking to stand by Roy's table, his wife a few paces behind standing awkwardly. 

"twenty,"

"thirty,"

"thirty-five-" you heard Jamie's voice pipe up followed by a loud growl from Roy who was glaring daggers in the previously laughing boy, "withdrawn!" Jamie yelped as he shuffled his chair towards Keeley. you almost felt bad for Jamie as you tried not to laugh.

"forty-five," Roy yelled before turning to Rupert, whispering something in his ear as he went to say fifty.

You could practically see Ruperts sweat dripping down his forehead as Roy pulled away, a satisfied smirk on his face, "Hard to beat that," Rupert smiled as he carefully stepped away from Roy, slowly moving back to his wife, “I withdraw,” Rupert said before pulling his wife to go join some random table filled with old white men.

"Forty-five going once, twice," Rebecca said as she scrambled to grab her gavel, "sold to Mr Kent. What a generous donation, everyone let's give him a round of applause," Rebecca said as she started the claps as everyone followed suit to try mask the awkward tension. “Always such a generous soul,”

You gave Rebecca a sorry smile as you walked back down to Roy, wondering how you’d explain this to the tabloids, but Roy had other plans. As you walked up to him, ready to quietly thank him, Roy stepped forward, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you into his chest. The kiss was brief, but it knocked the wind out your lungs and left you wishing you had a private room as whoops and hollers came from the room around. You pulled back, breathless and grinning like an idiot. 

"Just to be clear that isn't included in the final sale," Rebecca said from the stand, trying to avoid lawsuits and trying desperately not to laugh since the auction still had its final prize left, Jamie.

"What did you say to him?" you asked, as you finally say back down, hand in hand with Roy. 

"I told him I knew where he lived and enough people to hold him down if he didn't back off what's mine, “Roy said as cool as a cucumber as if he didn't just threaten to beat a multi-millionaire, possibly billionaire at this point. "Plus, I said I'd tell his wife about you know who," 

This however caught your, Keeley’s, and Jamie's attention, "Who's you know who?" Keeley ask as you all three leaned in for the dirt. 

"Fuck knows," Roy barked making you all look at each other confused, "once a scumbag always a scumbag. There's probably some poor girl out there he’s fucked I just don't know which one," 

The three of you began to cackle as Rebecca announced her last prize of the night. “Time to shine,” Jamie said as he got up, running a hand through his hair before jogging up to join Rebecca on stage. His cocky joy went from pale faced terror when the woman who won Roy last year won him this year but for £9000. Jamie returned to the table, no pep in his step or swagger in his walk as he sunk down into his chair, “Why did you save me?” he whispered in betrayal.

“I’m not your girlfriend anymore, remember,” Keeley teased as she sat back in her chair, “Call us even for last year babes,”

Jamie turned from Keeley to you and Roy, looking like a kicked puppy, “Roy?”

“Mate I’ve just spent 50 grand tonight. go fuck yourself,” Roy said before what was left of his drink.

“It’s for children Roy,” Jamie said as he sulked back into his chair.

“Fuck the children,” Roy said with no hesitation, “I’ve just bought them a really fucking nice orphanage to stop some old prick touching my bird,”

you couldn’t help but laugh at how Jamie pouted in his seat, trying to avoid the old woman’s little waves. “You do release your little stunt means we need to do press now?” you said, glancing up to a now groaning Roy.

“Already on its babes,” Keeley said from where she sat on her phone, “I’ve been waiting for this for months. knew you two wouldn’t go for my soft launch option,”

“Fucks a soft launch?” Roy said, confusing racking his face as he turned to you.

you patted his arm and shook your head, “You just let me and Keels deal with this yeah?”

Roy sighed as he sat back in his chair shaking his head, “I fucking hate charity,”

#ted lasso #ted lasso imagine #ted lasso x reader #ted lasson smut #ted lasso season one #roy kent #roy kent imagine #roy kent x reader #roy kent x you #roy kent x y/n #roy kent fic #roy kent fanfiction #roy kent fluff #roy kent fanfic

[bumblebeesfromvenus]

Lost and Found ♧| 1.

Leon S. Kennedy x reader (ft. Ashley <3)

A/N: Hi! You have seen correctly, this is part one to my first multi part fic! I don't know how many there will be. I was planning on just two but who knows 👀 part two is already in the works! Enjoy!

~Fi 🪻

Warnings: Lots of swearing bc reader is pissed lmao, canon typical violence, one use of Y/N (I couldn't make it work any other way, I tried)

Word count: 2.5k

Check out part two here!

Please don't copy my work! I put a lot of effort and heart into the things I write.

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This has been horrible. Terrible. Catastrophical. A fucking shit show. Whatever you want to call it. The fucking day you've had so far. It started like a normal work day for you, although your normal work day wasn't very normal to other people. You'd been tasked to eliminate a group of dangerous cultists who were running amok in Spain. You didn't actually know where you were, your higher-ups had just dropped you off in the middle of nowhere and left you to figure this out on your own. Which, normally, wasn't a problem for you but normally you wouldn't have been chased by these fucking things.

This Village was dead. At least that's what you thought when you were passing through to get to the actual root of your mission. And suddenly these people or whatever the fuck they were, started crowding you. And fuck, there were so many of them. They just kept coming. Bullet after Bullet after Bullet and some of them were still standing.

And that is how you ended up right here. Sweaty, dirty, covered in blood, thankfully most of it wasn't your own, and almost all out of ammo. You cursed your boss and everyone else in that fucking office. "I'll fucking wring their necks..." you gritted through your teeth, trying to bandage the slash on your forearm.

Some old lady had come at you with a machete and unfortunately you weren't fast enough to put her back in hell so you took the hit. At least you were safe for now. You had taken shelter in an old, rundown barn. Grunting, you pulled the knot on your bandage tight and rested your elbows on your knees. Letting out a frustrated sigh you leaned your head against the old, wooden wall and closed your eyes. You'd just managed to barricade the door with something before a horde of those psychos could get in, and to you.

You checked the mag of your gun. Five bullets. You really hoped the universe was on your side today because otherwise you'd be dead before the day is done. Cocking your gun, you held it in a firm grip. They were screaming and pounding against the unstable barn with whatever they could find. Scythes, machetes, pitchforks. Some were carelessly waving around lit torches. You were starting to lose hope. The searing pain in your arm only getting worse, and there was no way in hell you were getting out of here with just five bullets left. Ready to accept your fate, you slightly loosened the grip on your gun.

Suddenly, The door burst open and someone stormed in, slamming the door shut behind them. The second they had entered you were on one knee, both hands tightly grasping your gun and pointing it at the intruder. The man was breathing heavily, and not seeming to have noticed you just yet. He also seemed pretty normal to you, meaning he wasn't a goddamn zombie. When he spotted you in his peripheral, he immediately pulled his gun, pointing it straight at you. You looked him in the face and- wait, was that-

"Leon?!" You yelled in disbelief, Lowering your gun. "Y/N?" He stared at you with a confused expression. Relief and hope washed over you and your stance softened, shoulders dropping. You had meet him in the police academy and you two became inseparable, he was your best friend. Until the racoon city incident, that is. You never thought you'd see him again. Hell, you didn't even know he was alive until now.

"Oh thank god" you breathed, rushing over to embrace him. You wrapped your arms around him, holding him so tightly as if he could vanish any second. Leon relaxed in your grip and snaked his hands around you. He pulled away, staring at you. "What the fuck are you doing here?" He questioned, still in shock at your meeting.  "Work. What about you, Officer Kennedy? Or should I say Agent," You teased, pulling away from the hug. A smile tugged at his lips at your teasing.

How he'd missed you. He'd missed your laugh, your eyes, the way you managed to be so kind and caring yet one of the strongest and most resilient people he knew. A part of him was missing without you. You filled the void left by everyone else who had left or disappointed him. Racoon city fucked him over in so many ways and he finally had you back.

You'd slipped from his grasp in the mere blink of an eye back then. Leon wanted, needed, to go back and get you, but they restrained him, holding him with all their strength. 'she's not worth it' they said. But you were so worth it to him, more than you would ever know. All he could do was watch as the burning building you were still in collapsed and buried everything in it in ruble and dirt, leaving you alone in the sea of gone-crazy residents.

He didn't believe you were dead for one second. You were too stubborn and resilient to get taken down by a couple of undead bastards. At least that's what he told himself. He didn't want to believe you were dead. You couldn't be.

"Me too. Those cult assholes took President Graham's daughter," he breathed out, still a little overwhelmed from finding you here and those things still trying to break the door down. Your eyes widened in shock. "Shit. So.. um.. when did you decide to become an agent for the government?" You asked casually. It's not like there were literal zombies trying to burn your shelter to the ground. You were surprised at yourself for not losing your absolute shit right now. Leon just has such a stable and calm aura about him. Ironic, isn't it? He slightly shrugged his shoulders. "Figured it was the right path to go down." He responded. You nodded in acknowledgment and crossed your arms across your chest. It was followed by a somewhat awkward silence, both of you just looking around the barn, avoiding eye contact.

His eyes panned down to your wrapped arm, blood seeping through the bandage. "Shit. Are you okay? What happened?" He asked concerned, gently taking your arm and examining it. "Some old lady with a machete. She got me while I was reloading" You sighed, hissing slightly when Leon brushed his fingertips over your forearm. He mummbled out a quick apology before reaching for a roll of fresh bandages that was stashed in the many pockets on his pants. "How's the pain?" He questioned softly. You thought for a second before answering. "You ever got hit with a machete? Kinda like that" Leon shook his head at you, but you caught the small smiling that cracked on his face.

"I have some first aid spray. That'll help with the pain" he said, shaking the white can before applying it generously to your wound. Your shoulders slacked in relief, the numbing agents in the spray easing your pain. You sighed, the burning in your skin fading. "There we go," Leon mumbled, finishing the fresh bandage on your arm. It was neat and so much better than what you had done in a hurry. "Thank you. I really fucking missed you.." you whispered, not wanting his touch to fade. "Missed you too.." he responded, taking both of your hands in his and giving them a reassuring squeeze. You were broken out of your moment with Leon by the loud noise of wood splitting. Your heads snapped towards the barn door where wood chips were flying. One of the locals had found an axe and was hacking away at the door. Leon immediately readied his gun and mercilessly shot at the arm that was reaching in through the hole in the door.

"D'you have some more ammo? I'm all out" You asked loudly, so he'd hear you over the shots he fired. You had your hand on your knife. You were slicing your way out of this if you had to. One thing was clear; you weren't going down without a fight. Without losing focus, he grabbed a pack of handgun ammo from his belt and tossed it your way. Catching it, you reloaded your gun and adjusted your grip to pump these fuckers full of lead. You positioned yourself next to Leon. "What's the plan?" You questioned, raising your weapon. He gave you a quick glance. "Don't die." He answered as he kicked the door open.

You had rescued Ashley from the church and thought that was it. The chopper would be here any minute to fly all of you out of this shithole and you could catch up with Leon over a few too many drinks. You longed to talk to him again, like you used to. At a bar, getting shitfaced, talking about whatever crap came to mind. Annoying colleagues, taxes, funny patrol stories. Let someone else handle the cult shit, you know? You were already pissed at them for not briefing you enough or failing to mention the zombies involved and basically leaving you for dead. But no. The weather was too bad, they said. You'll have to make it there until it clears up, they said. Fuck all of them.

Wandering around this really weird part of Spain with Leon and Ashley was what brought you here. In a Castle. And boy do you had to fucking fight to even get in. But here you were, looking around the grand marble hall, intricately decorated with swirls, all sorts of patterns and statues of half naked women. A big crystalline chandelier hung from the ceiling and artfully crafted sconces adorned the walls.

You quickly scanned the room and spotted a small chest hidden away in a dark nook. "Treasure!" You whispered to yourself, rubbing your hands together excitedly as you made your way to the prize. "Really?" Leon asked, slightly annoyed. "What? I love shiny things. I'm a simple gal, Leon. Don't you know that diamonds are a girl's best friend?" You smirked at him. He just rolled his eyes at you with a small smile. "So you haven't changed, huh?" He questioned with a sly grin on his face. "Nope" you responded with a quick glance and a smirk. "Good.." he whispered to himself.

Leon continued to look around, making sure there was no one around. Ashley giggled at your teasing and went over to you to check out any potential shinies you'd find. Prying open the small chest you were rewarded for the first time today. "Jackpot!" you whispered to yourself. "Oooooh I wanna see!" Ashley urged, pulling the box closer to her. The chest was small but if was still filled to the brim with golden jewelry, chalices and small sculptures.

"I call dips on the crown!" You beamed, taking the golden headpiece and quickly storing it away. That peeked Leon's interest. "What the hell do you need a crown for?" He questioned, puzzled. "To wear, duh" you rolled your eyes at him. Who doesn't need a crown?

"Look at this necklace! It's gorgeous" Ashley exclaimed, shoving it in your face. Your eyes widened at the ornate necklace. It really was gorgeous. Who ever lived here had to be loaded. Leon just shook his head at the two of you. First zombies and now he was stuck with two magpies.

That's where the fun ended and a plethora of things happened and everything went to shit. again. The three of you had wandered into some kind of Throne room and we're welcomed by this tiny man. What was his name again? Ronald? Rowan? Eh, something like that. You were caught off guard by his whole being and couldn't stiffle the laugh that escaped your lips, which earned you an elbow to the ribs from Leon and a panicked look from Ashley. Let's just say Mr. Tiny man didn't appreciate your gesture. Now you were here, in a dark cellar, chained to the wall with Leon by your side. They had taken Ashley away to some Saddler guy.

"You really couldn't have saved that laugh for later?" Leon asked, frustrated. You eyed him. "I was thrown off by him, okay! I didn't expect this grandiose Castle to belong to a 65 year old in a kids' body with a dusty wig! Don't tell me you didn't find his act at least a little funny." You answered defensively. Yes, the fact that you laughed at him had greatly inconvenienced the two of you, but the look on his face made it kind of worth it. "I didn't say that-"

"I knew it! You haven't changed, Leon." you smiled at him teasingly. Leon shook his head at you but couldn't hide the smile that made its way onto his face.

Eventually, Leon broke both of you out and you went to get Ashley back. Which you did. Only for her to be taken again 5 minutes later. You got her back. She got taken. Again. That went on for a while. It was infuriating how they treated her like property. The poor girl was scared out of her mind and they were dragging her around like some kind of doll.  It was starting to annoy you, that they kept taking her that is. Leon shared your feelings on the matter. Eventually, you did manage to keep her from being taken. Then, you fought Tiny man which was way harder and grosser than expected.

You also got trapped in a research facility with some extremely jiggly dudes, met a Spanish guy named Luis, who kept popping up in random places on your journey and you were almost minced  to death by some guy named Krauser. There was also a chick named Ada that showed up briefly but all she did was flirt with Leon? That's not the entire truth, she did help you out but something was just off.

Her whole presence annoyed the living crap out of you, not to mention she made you sit in the backseat when she was taking both of you to a weird Island. You weren't a child anymore, yes, there were only two seats in the front but that's not the point-  the point was how a feeling of jealousy bubbled up in your stomach when she talked to Leon. How the way she looked at him made you want to rip your hair out.

Now you were sitting here, in the Helicopter, Ashley on one side, Leon on the other. You were holding both of their hands tightly. You didn't want to lose them again. "So.. that was shit.." you said quietly. "You said it" Leon added. "NEVER again" Ashley, spoke. You were so glad it was over and everyone was save. You were battered and bruised, filthy and injured but you had gotten your best friend back and won a new one. You leaned your head on Leon's shoulder and gave Ashleys hand a squeeze.

He maneuvered his head to look at you, giving you a small smile. "Drinks?" He asked with a smirk. "Drinks" you sighed with a smile. "What about you, Ash?" You asked, turning your head to look at her.  "I honestly just want to take a nap" she replied, giggling. You all broke out in some much needed laughter and urgingly waited to get home. When you were close to home, it dawned on you. You weren't alone anymore.

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Part two coming soon!~

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[barclaysangel]

Junior Wheeler if he was 9 years old during season 1 of Chucky (oneshot)

Hey y’all! I could not for the life of me figure out a proper name for this oneshot, so this is what we got. This AU totally escalated and I needed to write something involving it. In this AU, Junior is 9 and the younger cousin to Jake. Caroline and Lexy are also twins and 9 years old in this AU, but they won’t be mentioned in this oneshot.

Idk if I’ll continue writing this AU because I hate following the show’s timelines. But if y’all just want fun found family stuff where Junior’s 9 and doesn’t follow any timeline, then maybe I’ll do that instead. Also I wrote this within 3 days and without rewatching 1x08 so this is all by memory. Pls lemme know what you thought about this! Comments help fuel and motivate me!

Enjoy :)

Tags: @series-thoughts @zelinksupporter @streets-in-paradise

Word count: 2.3K

Junior didn’t mean for things to get this far. 

Chucky wanted him to kill his dad but he couldn’t. How could he? Sure, his dad was mean sometimes. Sure, he put Junior on a diet and was constantly having him run laps. Sure, if his dad was angry he would grip onto Junior’s shoulders so tightly that he would leave bruises—bruises that would be obvious right now if he didn’t have a shirt on. But that didn’t mean that he wanted to kill the only adult left in his family. 

And then his dad called him and his mom a “quitter”. 

What happened next was something he couldn’t quite process just yet. 

His dad started to go downstairs and without thinking, Junior’s temper got the best of him. 

He pushed him down the stairs. 

His dad stumbled forward and then fell, smacking his head what looked like a hundred times before finally making it to the bottom…

…and a pool of blood began forming from his skull and slowly surrounding his body. 

After that, it was like a blur.

Everything seemed to go far too fast for Junior to control and the next thing he knew, he was at Chucky’s house with that blonde woman that looked so familiar, Tiffany.

Wasn’t he supposed to feel different now? His dad was dead, Junior was finally free…but why didn’t he feel free? He didn’t feel safe. He couldn’t even eat the chocolate chip cookies that Tiffany gave him, his stomach was just twisting in knots. 

One door, one…two…three…four windows. He noted in his head, going back to a habit he had whenever his dad yelled at him, counting every single exit strategy he could find. 

It felt like he might need it, with all the Chucky dolls that were in the room and the other woman that called herself Chucky. Something about her seemed so bold yet also mean. But it’s not like Junior had anywhere else to go. He had no parents and he doubted that Jake would want to be around him. Junior was always a brat to him. Jake would rather be with Devon. 

Except Devon was tied to a chair right now and kept staring at Junior, wanting him to help him. But there wasn’t anything Junior could do, he was too afraid. He just had to keep looking away. 

At least Tiffany was nice to him, he could accept that. There was something almost motherly about her, but it made him want to cry if he focused too hard on that. 

He missed his mom so much…

“Well, I don’t see a lady.” Junior suddenly heard the woman Chucky say to Tiffany, having been so distracted that he missed almost the entire conversation. The way woman Chucky stood up and faced off to Tiffany reminded Junior far too much of his father’s intimidating stance. 

Before he had time to really try and find more similarities, Tiffany smacked the woman Chucky so hard she fell to the floor and the slap was almost loud enough to echo in the entire room. 

Junior gasped and jumped, his eyes now locked on the fallen woman. Then, it was like something strange happened. She seemed to have woken up, looked around the room in both confusion and horror, and then looked right at him. 

Suddenly, she didn’t look like she did before. She looked almost afraid and panicked. 

Maybe it was because Tiffany hit her? He thought to himself. 

Then Chucky, the one in the doll that Junior had been carrying on him until he got to the house, told Tiffany to kill her. 

Tiffany looked like she was about to cry but the woman Chucky didn’t look at her. She kept looking at Junior instead, staring at him in a way as if she was trying to figure out why he was here. But she should’ve known that since he had been there for almost an hour, right? 

“Junior, kill her!” 

Junior was snapped out of it, blinking a few times as he stared at the doll. “W…what?”

“Come on, you already bumped your dad off already! She shouldn’t be any different, she can’t even move!” Chucky snapped at him, once again reminiscent of his father. 

Junior looked down at the woman again and she was shaking her head just slightly. This time instead of looking fearful, she held a comforting gaze, whispering something to him about how it was going to be okay. He wasn’t sure if that was actually what she was saying, there was a roaring in his ears and his heart was racing far too fast. He couldn’t breathe and soon his vision blurred with tears filling his eyes. 

I don’t want to do this! 

I don’t want to kill anyone!

I just want Jake! 

I want my mom! 

I want to go home!

A small squeak of distress left Junior’s lips and then Tiffany was lunging at the doll Chucky with what looked to be a small knife in her hand. Before he could keep watching, the woman Chucky’s hand grasped onto his shirt and tugged him down, moving to his knees. Then her hands were around his face, a gentle grip on him to keep his face right in front of hers. 

“Look at me, okay?” She said quickly. “Don’t look behind me, just look at me. You don’t need to see that.” 

She was probably right because Junior wasn’t sure if he did want to see since he could hear both Tiffany and doll Chucky screaming, so he kept his eyes on the other woman. 

“What’s your name?” 

“Huh?” 

“What’s your name, kiddo?” 

“J-Junior…Junior Wheeler.” 

“It’s nice to meet you, Junior. I’m Nica, Nica Pierce.” 

“I thought your name was Chu—” 

“I’m not him,” Nica quickly said, “He…he’s not here right now, I am. I won’t hurt you, I promise.” She spoke in a reassuring tone and even though Junior wasn’t sure if he believed her, something about her genuine eyes made him think that he’ll be okay. 

“How old are you?” She asked this time. 

“Nine.” 

“You’re so young…are you in fourth grade?” 

Junior shook his head. “Third.” 

“What’s your favorite subject?” 

“English…I like reading.” 

“That’s good, reading is really important.” Nica smiled softly at him and Junior couldn’t help but to return the smile. 

“Do you like music?” 

“Yeah, I do.” 

“What’s your favorite song?” 

“...‘We Got The Beat’ by The Go-Go’s.” 

“The Go-Go’s? You got good taste, kid.” She chuckled a little. 

Chucky’s voice screaming out cut off the questions, “YOU FUCKI–!” 

Nica’s hands moved up from his cheeks to his ears, cupping them in an attempt to block the sound of the angry doll’s cursing. Junior couldn’t hear what exactly she was saying but through the muffled noise, he could understand enough that she was telling him that it’ll be okay and to breathe. 

He didn’t understand the “breathe” part at first until he noticed that his breathing had picked up again. Junior kept looking at Nica and started mimicking her own breathing, in through his nose and out through his mouth. The more he looked at her, the more he realized that her eyes were gentle and comforting, as if all she cared about in that moment was him. 

It reminded him so much of the way his mom would look at him. 

And somehow, in all that chaos, he started to feel safe. 

For just a brief moment, Junior looked over Nica’s shoulder to see Tiffany starting to approach them, a needle in her hand. “What are you doing?” He blurted out without thinking, not entirely sure if the needle was meant for him or for her. 

Nica seemed to know the answer because she whipped and immediately moved herself up enough–somehow not moving her legs despite Junior having seen her walking before–to shield him with her own body, and even had her arms out to make sure he stayed behind her. “Tiffany, please. Let Junior go. He’s just a child.” 

“I’m not gonna hurt him! I’d never hurt him,” Tiffany said as she waved around the needle, certainly not making Junior feel relieved over her comment, “besides, he has no father anymore. No mother. And every little boy needs a mother.” 

“And you think you’ll be a good enough mother for him? Tiffany, you’re a murderer.” Nica spat out, venom in her voice. 

“So is he,” Tiffany retorted in a casual tone, “he pushed his daddy down the stairs. He already has such great potential!” 

“I didn’t mean to…” Junior whispered so quietly he barely heard himself. But Nica must have, because she didn’t move away from him at all. In fact, she moved herself just enough that she almost completely blocked his view of Tiffany with her head. 

“You manipulated him,” Nica started, “you and Chucky both did. What he needs is stability and he sure isn’t going to get it from you.” 

“Of course he will! He’ll be with us!” Tiffany replied enthusiastically and took another step closer to the both of them. “My twins are getting older, they’ll be adults soon and they’re off doing their own things. But with you…we can start over! We can raise Junior and be a happy little family!” 

Twins? Junior thought to himself, unaware that Tiffany and possibly even Chucky had children. What did that mean? Were they humans like Tiffany? Or dolls like Chucky? Junior doubted he’d get an answer nor did he fully believe that he wanted an answer anyway. 

Once again looking over someone’s shoulder, there was a man. He didn’t recognize him but there was a gun in his hand, looking at Devon and then at the three of them. Junior opened his mouth to say something but Nica beat him to it. 

“You really think that you’re capable of having a family and being happy?” Nica laughed sarcastically, almost sounding like Chucky for a moment. “You’re not. Everything you touch, you destroy. You don’t know how to love…and you certainly don’t deserve love either.” 

Tiffany looked at Nica as if she had been the one to get slapped, shaking her head with tears now in her eyes. “No…that’s not you saying that, Nica baby. That’s Chucky.”

Nica leaned a little more forward to face Tiffany, away from Junior and he was now able to see the man getting closer as quietly as he could until he was almost right behind Tiffany. “Oh no, Tiff…this is all me. Not Chucky. Me.” She said strongly, keeping herself in front of Junior. 

Before Tiffany could do anything, the other end of the gun that the man was holding connected to her head. He must have hit her much harder than when she hit Nica just a few minutes ago because she was unconscious before hitting the ground. 

There was silence for maybe a second or two before the man pointed his gun at Nica. “Kid, get away from her!”

Junior’s eyes widened and he tried to throw himself in front of Nica. “No!” 

His attempt failed because Nica immediately used her arm to push him back behind her. “Junior, stay back!” She told him quickly and kept herself in front of him in a protective manner. 

The man still had the gun pointed at them, more at Nica but Junior was right behind her, but she began speaking to the man. “You’re Andy, right?” Nica asked him and Junior supposed that she took his silence for a yes. “I’m Nica. Chucky, he-he possessed me but I’m not him, I’m me. I’m in control right now.” 

The man—Andy—didn’t seem to believe her so Junior managed to speak up. “It’s-it’s true…Tiffany hit her and then she was Nica. She’s nice to me…please don’t kill her…please…” 

Junior started to find it hard to breathe, tears filling his eyes once more just as Nica spoke again. “Andy, please. I’m not going to hurt anyone, just please put the gun down…you’re scaring him.” 

Andy looked right at Junior, not saying anything before he slowly lowered his gun and Junior felt like he could breathe again. “Are you Junior?” Andy asked him and he nodded after a moment. “Your cousin, Jake, told me to find you.” 

Jake’s okay…he wanted to find me…I’m not a brat to him! He must love me then! Junior thought to himself but decided not to voice them out loud. Instead, he looked over at Devon and pointed at him. “Chucky tied Devon up. He needs help.” 

Andy nodded and put his gun in his pocket, going over to untie Devon. Junior managed to hear Nica quietly say something along the lines of, “Did I do that?” before she turned her attention back to Junior and cupped his face softly. “You okay, honey?” 

“Uh huh.” He nodded, no longer feeling like he was about to burst into tears. That was a good thing, his father would complain about him not being a man if he did end up crying. 

Nica smiled gently at him, her eyes so caring. “We’re going to get you out of here, okay? You’re gonna be back with your cousin and be safe and sound before you know it.”

“But…what about you? You’re coming with me, right?” 

“I can’t stay here, I don’t know what Tiffany will do to me. So I’ll be leaving too,” Nica reassured him and smiled at Junior again, “we’ll figure everything out together. You ready to go, Jun?” 

He didn’t know what was going to happen next. Where he or Jake will go, what will happen to Nica. He hated not knowing. But he didn’t have any other choice. He couldn’t stay here. He couldn’t stay with killers even though he was one now. 

So Junior nodded and looked at Nica as bravely as he could. 

“Yeah, I’m ready.”

#Luna talks #admin #Chucky #Chucky 2021 #Child’s Play #Junior Wheeler #Nica Pierce #Andy Barclay #Tiffany Valentine #Charles Lee Ray #Devon Evans #Jake Wheeler #Logan Wheeler #Little Junior AU #Little Junior Wheeler #Chucky fic #AU

[jake-g-lockley]

Changing Seasons (Steven Grant x reader)

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Warnings: Mentions of deteriorating mental health, angst, other than that, it's all fluff <3

Word Count: 3.1 k 

A/N: Steven Grant my beloved, I will never forget how I fell in love with you, also I’ve been feeling a lil down lately and writing this really helped me

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Fall and winter were never your favorite seasons. Since moving from your beautiful country, a country that had accustomed you to a devastatingly hot climate country, you thought you would be happy in a cooler climate, but oh you could never have been so wrong. Seasonal depression would hit you so hard that you often spend your weekends curled up in your bed with piles of blankets and pillows, making your own comfort fort with masala chai and brownies that the lovely old lady from next door would make for you. 

It was hard for you to drag yourself out of bed on the weekdays, often feeling like it was a chore, but you had to go to work. When you had to go to work, you would wear a mask, a mask that you would try hard to keep on throughout the day to make sure that you wouldn’t look weak in front of others. You made sure your back was straight, chin was up and skirt was perfectly positioned as you mustered a genuine smile at the museum sponsors in board meetings. No one knew how you were feeling inside, not even your best friend. 

Steven Grant is easily your favorite person in the world. He made his unforgettable impression on you on your first day at the job and he was protesting against the badly designed posters of The Ennead outside the museum. You had immediately found his intelligence and love for history extremely attractive and you watched intently as he passionately explained which gods were missing from the poster, not to mention his very obvious good looks. After a few months of working, your professional relationship with the tour guide had blossomed into a friendship that you were working so hard to keep afloat as you kept denying the fact that you were head over heels in love with your best friend.

He had the most beautiful golden retriever energy and he was always enough to warm your soul, like your Amma’s rasam on a cold rainy day. For someone who had normalized feeling alone, you had found it quite easy to cling onto Steven. 

“Why did I fall in love with Steven?” You had asked yourself on those days where your heart yearned for him and you realized that your brain had looked for excuses to say no but your heart doesn't agree to any prohibitions that your brain would place against you. 

Part of you felt your brain and heart fight to the death whenever Steven was around and that part of you would die over and over as your brain became victorious.

When the both of you started becoming friends, you and him had a weekly affair that you would jokingly call “Date Night or Fight Night” where the both of you would decide whether you would spend the night playing FIFA on the PlayStation or cook a nice meal together and enjoy it over a little history documentary that Steven would annotate with his fun facts. You and him only had each other and these little moments were so perfect and were the highlight of your week.

This October, you had bailed on “Date Night or Fight Night” three out of the four times. Steven never had questioned you, only giving you an understanding smile and resuming his work quietly. It was the same today, he looked at you with his big brown eyes and his pretty lips turned upwards hopefully, only to drop significantly when you told him you had to bail again. Steven was incredibly patient with you but he knew you were keeping secrets from him. He never seemed to press on about why you would cancel on him at times, but you know you had disappointed him. 

Today was one of your bad days. You were a mess inside and everything was throwing you off. You were almost late, you broke your favorite pair of heels, and you lost a very affluent sponsor. On a normal day, you would be completely fine, taking the day as it is but today, you felt as if you were going to fall apart. Internally, alarm bells rang as you could slowly feel your mask slipping off. Your mind was racing and you needed a place to calm down. 

“I’m fine, Steven. Really, I just have something urgent to take care of at home. Sorry about canceling again.” You murmured your apology to Steven and quickly packed your stuff, adamant in getting as far away from him as you could. 

You were sure that if you gave yourself the chance to wait there a little longer, you would have collapsed into his warm embrace from pure exhaustion. 

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Steven’s POV

“Something is wrong, worm.” 

“You really don’t have to state the obvious, Khonshu.” Steven grumbled, watching your retreating figure. 

Steven knew that there was something up with you. Ever since the first leaf of the season started to brown, he suspected a shift in your behavior. He knew you were wearing an unknown mask, at least a mask that was unknown to him, You thought no one would notice you spacing out, or your drawn out sighs and the lack of prolonged eye contact. But Steven did, mainly because three other individuals were looking at you with him. 

In fact, despite him not wanting it to be true, Steven knew exactly what you were going through. Marc’s complicated history of mental issues gave Steven a rough idea of what was going on with you. He noticed how you would excuse yourself to go to the breakroom during lunch instead of eating with him, so that you could lay your head down on your arms and take a short nap. He knew you had difficulties concentrating during the board meetings and he often found himself watching you rock slightly on your chair, only catching yourself when someone called your name. 

Jake and Marc had become equally worried when you didn’t turn up to their second  “Date Night or Fight Night” of October. Steven had insisted that you were probably occupied with something more important than him, but not even that could convince him. Even Khonshu started becoming more overprotective of you when you bailed out the third time in a row and Steven would often find the ancient god sitting quietly beside you as you tried to drown yourself with work, a small piece of his robe draped over your shoulders, shielding you from the cold. 

Steven refused to press on despite Jake and Marc’s protests. He respected your privacy and didn’t want you to think that he was being too patronizing. They knew how much this whole thing had affected him. You had induced sleepless nights for him, his insomnia hitting him like a truck as worry tricked his brain into staying up all night. Whenever he did finally drift off to sleep, you would haunt his broken dreams. In his dreams, Steven was tied up to a nearby column as he watched you beg for the pain to stop. You would be kneeling, your tear stained face pointing up to the heavens as you pressed your hands together in prayer, your voice sought out for help. He would scream for you, over and over, convincing himself that it was just a dream and nothing else. 

What you didn’t know was Steven wore a better mask than you ever could. He couldn’t let you see what was going on with him, not when you were so down yourself. But today, today it felt different. Steven had the overwhelming urge to get to the bottom of this because he couldn’t sit around anymore, helplessly watching his girl descend into madness. He needed to break the cycle of pain that was knowingly destroying both you and him. 

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Your POV

“Ah, fuck this!” you yell, slamming the door of your fridge close. 

You had barely got home in one piece, before breaking down and lying in bed until you felt hunger surge you. The worst part of your seasonal depression was the fact that you constantly had the urge to eat, but you never had the chance to stock the fridge or your cabinets. You laid down on the floor and turned to your side, pressing your cheek against the concrete floor. Tears slipped out of your eyes and pooled on the floor as you stared at the door in front of you, willing for someone to help you get up so that you could go out and get some food. 

But you had no one. You had been actively pushing your best friend, your world, your Steven, away from you. He was all you had and that too was slowly slipping away from you because of your inherent need to act all tough. You really needed Steven right now, to feel him beside you, to have him just hold you and tell you everything was going to be okay. You laid there a little while longer, collecting your thoughts and slowly, you pushed yourself off the floor and tidied yourself up to go to the store. 

You opened your front door and almost lost all of your senses when you saw Steven standing there with several Tesco grocery bags. You blinked up at him, absolutely confused at the sight of him. For a while, you were convinced you had just magically summoned him and that he was just a fragment of your wildest imagination but what Steven did next almost sent you straight into the Duat. The second his eyes properly focused on you, he gently placed the Tesco bags down, took your hands in his and wordlessly pulled you close to him, wrapping his arms around you. 

“Steven,” you whispered into his chest as you listened to the thump of his heart. “we should go inside.”

You felt him nod and he dropped his arms to grab the bags, only to hold them all in one hand, the other slipping into yours as his eyes casted downwards. You stared at his majestic crown of curls as your heart threatened to burst out of your chest, eventually finding the energy to step back into your apartment, pulling Steven in with you. Steven suddenly took lead, turning towards your kitchen after you slipped the lock back onto your door. He led you to your dining table, positioning you next to a chair and gesturing for you to sit down. 

You quietly sat down and watched as Steven, who was already familiar with your kitchen, gracefully started putting stuff from the Tesco bag into their respective places. You watched him pull out your favorite snacks, dry ingredients, vegetables and fruits, your eyes welling up with tears. Steven didn’t say a word or turned to look at you as you rubbed your eyes, trying to convince yourself that what you were seeing was really happening in front of you. You’ve never seen Steven Grant this quiet in your life and you too were stunned into silence. 

Leaving a few things on the counter, Steven pulled off his sweater and swiftly walking towards your bathroom. After a few minutes, he emerged and walked towards you. Holding his hand out for you to take, Steven finally made eye contact with you. All you could see in his soft brown eyes was understandment, not the pity that you had expected. You took his hand and he lead you to the bath where he had run a hot bath and popped in your favorite bath bomb that you had run out some time ago. 

“Take your time, I’ll be here when you’re done.” he whispers, smiling slightly.

By the time you were done with your bath, the delicious aroma of food wafted your way. You slipped on an oversized loose t-shirt and some socks before eyeing Steven’s sweater that he had clearly set out beside your towel. You grabbed the soft article of clothing, pressed it to your nose and inhaled Steven’s cologne, his warm, familiar scent comforting you.

You were still holding his sweater as a small knock sounded at the door. You opened it to find Steven holding a hairbrush and one of your hair ties. 

“Need help with that?” He said softly, looking at the sweater. 

You nodded slowly and handed him his sweater, carefully anticipating what he would do next. Setting the hairbrush and hair tie aside, he bunched his sweater up and pulled it over your head. Once the material was around your neck, he slipped his hands into the sleeves and grabbed your hands, pulling them through and adjusting his baggy sweater around you.

“Could you turn around for me, love?” The word of endearment sent shivers down your spine but you silently turned around, facing the mirror in front of you.

Steven gently pulled out your hair that was tucked into his sweater and started to brush it, detangling any knot he came across and smoothing it down with his large palm. You watched open mouthed as he parted your hair three ways and started to braid your hair loosely with his tongue between his teeth, tying it when he got to the bottom. 

“There you go. Come on, I’ve got dinner ready.” he said, looking at you through the mirror, placing a hand on your shoulder. 

He guided you outside and you found out that he had made you your favourite dish of simple spaghetti carbonara, the comfort college kind that you simply couldn’t resist eating. He gently pushes you down into your seat, sits opposite you and grabs your bowl. Before you could protest, Steven Grant is feeding you right there in your own kitchen. 

The silence was comforting to you as Steven’s presence alone seemed to have calmed your brain down a little. He fed you small forkfuls of spaghetti, occasionally stopping while you sipped on some water. Never in your life has someone committed such an act of service without even saying a single word. 

You watched the man you love grab his handkerchief and dab slowly at the corner of your mouth once the bowl of spaghetti was empty. A finger curled underneath your chin and Steven surprised you with an absent minded kiss on the forehead before getting up and washing the dishes. You stared at his broad shoulders as they flexed while he moved around in your kitchen. 

You gathered your dropped jaw and collected yourself, realizing that you hadn’t even said a word of thanks to him, after all he had done for you. You got up and stumbled towards him, wrapping your arms around his torso and pressing your face into his back as tears started to run down your face. You both stayed like that for a while and you were positive that Steven had started sobbing too, the way his body started to shake as he gently caressed your arms that were around him.

After you had gotten out a good cry, you loosened your grip on him and tugged on his shirt, urging him to turn around. His eyes were bloodshot and you were close enough to see tears clinging onto his beautiful long lashes. However, instead of wiping his own eyes, he reached out and cupped your face, swiping under your eyelids before pulling you in again for another hug.

“Why are you helping me, Steven?” You whisper, your voice thick with tears.

The both of you stood there embracing, the question left hanging in the air. You didn’t necessarily need the answer, Steven didn’t owe you the obvious after all he had done for you. But your battle driven heart needed the solid confirmation that your brain was processing. 

“You’d do it for me.” He shrugs, murmuring into your hair. 

Yeah, you most definitely would. 

Steven’s hand grazed your arm, reaching for your fingers. He intertwined them with his and adjusted his light grip in your hip. You lean into his firm chest as he began to sway the both of you side to side. You found the slow rhythm soothing and you slid your hand up to his shoulder, hanging onto him like he was your life line. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t help you out sooner, I was scared. Scared that I would look too… overbearing.” 

“This is definitely not overbearing.”you replied, pressing your cheek closer to his chest.

You get so lost in the dance that your legs stopped working for a second and you stumble slightly, but Steven held you up. When the both of you slightly parted, you realized his Magen David got tangled in a stray string from his sweater that you were wearing. 

Through your stuffy nose, you giggle slightly as you thought of the little running SRK cliché, where jewellery seemed to always get stuck in his clothing. Steven chuckled slightly too as his nimble fingers untangled his necklace from the sweater. 

You reached up and cupped his jaw, your fingers tracing the perfect smile lines on Steven’s face. His big brown doe eyes blinked down at you, his soothing gaze squashing the turmoil in your heart. You let your fingers lightly brush against his lashes, his eyes fluttering shut. 

You realized at that moment, as silly as it sounded, that if you were to continue to live, it would be only with him, for him. If you would die, you wanted it to be by his hand, because after all, he was the one who hit you right in the chest with deep, unbearable feelings. He had appeared as a divine light to you, not even the moon’s rays could compare.

All you had ever wanted was for him to love you the same way you loved him, but here he was, loving you more than your imagination could muster. His touch was so tender to the point that he was holding you as if you were fragile and you could feel your ego slipping away as the minutes ticked by. 

“I’ll always be here for you, Y/N, only for you.” Steven suddenly spoke, bringing you out of your trance. 

“Gods, I have no clue how to fall out of love with you.” you blurt out, the last of the air in your lungs floating out of you with that statement. 

With bated breath, you watched the gears turn in Steven’s mind. His eyes met with yours and you could see a rosy blush creeping up his god like cheekbones. 

“I have no clue how to fall out of love with you either.” He sighed, bringing your hand up to his lips and kissing your fingers softly. 

You finally let oxygen back into yourself as you melted into Steven. 

“I guess we could work something out.” 

“Yea, we most definitely could, love.”

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[winterwitch-trash]

"The calm after the storm."

Author's Note: Excuse the mini - break on this story. I just hit a major writer's block and I was not happy with what I had written so I kept going over it until it was perfect. So we're looking at 4 pages of pure fluff. Happy reading ladies <3

Summary: Rumlow is dead, and the threat posed by the HYDRA mob ceased. Bucky and Odette get away for a much needed holiday, where they get the surprise of their life.

Word Count: 1.815

Chapter Warnings: Absolutely nothing BUT fluff and sweet moments because we all desperately need them after our girl went through hell..

In the days that followed after Rumlow’s demise at the hand of Odette, Bucky and the rest of the Barnes Clan, kept on waging the war on HYDRA sympathizers. Word had gotten out that Brock Rumlow, the head of HYDRA was dead, so it caused quite a stir amongst the mob clans across the city. Some could say that this was a prime example of what awaited anyone who even dared thinking of crossing Barnes. Half of the smaller mobs that were operating in the city were contemplating their allegiances; most of them decided to side with the Barnes Clan while others would still side with HYDRA.

Odette decided to simply take it easy and just focus on herself. No need for her husband to worry about her going out, especially now that Rumlow’s supporters would be out for blood. She just couldn’t go through this kind of pain again. Instead, she would just work from home until this whole situation smoothed out. There was only one request from her that Bucky made sure to fulfil and that was to keep the innocent civilians out of harm’s way. Some would say that the awful predicament she had found herself in the past weeks would have awakened some kind of monster within her. But no. She just preferred to hold on to her humanity. And Bucky felt immense relief to see that she was slowly coming back to her old self. Sure, the scars still served as a reminder that he didn’t protect her, but she took it upon herself to show him that she was doing better day by day. Of course eventually she returned to her business activities, only this time she would make sure to take Clint and Nat with her. They were her friends so she was trusting them completely. Not that Bucky didn’t. He was the one to suggest them taking over her protection.  And they accepted without a second thought.

So for the weeks that followed, Bucky devoted himself managing devastating blows against allies of HYDRA, effectively making a statement that whoever dared cross the Barnes Mob would suffer grave consequences. That was enough for the smaller mobs to pledge allegiance to him… However Odette could see that this was taking a toll on her husband… And she didn’t like that. Maybe a small getaway was what they needed. Just the two of them. No interruptions. Just them, and a magical view of the Eiffel Tower or wherever she chose. Bucky was hesitant at first, not because he didn’t want to spend some quality time with his wife, but because he didn’t want to have any unwanted visitors…

“I know you want to be here and be in charge of the whole operation love, but even you need some rest…” She whispered kissing his jaw, as they laid there in front of the fireplace, just enjoying a long overdue embrace.  The brunette found himself leaning into her touch, contemplating on whether he should just take her away for the next two or three weeks. “I love you for trying to take care of me. Just give me until the end of this week, and then we can go wherever you wish. How’s that sound?” He proposed looking down at her fondly, a sweet smile briefly playing on his face.

Well, the idea wasn’t so bad, Odette thought to herself… “Of course. I have appointments with Dr. Raynor too for this week, so…” She finally agreed. As for the brunette, he kept thinking of the progress she had made over the course of the past few weeks. He knew she was doing everything she could to come back to her former self and it would be an awful lie to say that he wasn’t proud of her. Odette noticed how he was looking at her, and she wondered what could be going on inside Bucky’s mind. “Why are you looking at me like that?” She asked him timidly. Sometimes, it was  still hard for her to comprehend how he could take in her scars and not run the other way.

There was a simple answer to this question. “I love you.” He whispered tightening his arms around her.  Three simple words from him were enough to cause a small blushing crawl on her cheeks. As she stared up at him, she realized that this was what she missed the most; sharing loving touches in front of the fireplace. Why was it that in this moment she began wondering what it’d feel like to have a little girl running around?

 Such a thought warmed her heart… But she wasn’t sure if he would be willing to entertain the idea of starting a family given the kind of work he did… If his enemies were to find out that there was a little girl, they would do anything in their power to hurt her and he wouldn’t bear that thought… No. He needed his wife more than anything. Despite the horrific ordeal she suffered, she managed to turn things around, even if there were days that she was lost in her on thoughts.

“I love you too…” She muttered capturing his lips in a slow, tentative kiss to which Bucky was eager to reciprocate in the same manner; he kissed her back with no sense of urgency. But soon the need for air became apparent, forcing her to break away, snuggling against his side, while he ran his fingers through her long ginger locks, listening to her heartbeat evening out, signaling that she had fallen asleep. And he couldn’t contain his excitement for the mini getaway in a few days. She deserved it after all.

Over the next days, he made sure to spend as much time with the woman he loved, sharing lazy mornings with her, showering her with small gifts. Odette couldn’t get enough of this side of him. She also let him know that she appreciated everything he did for her. But deep down, there was an unpleasant feeling that nagged at her. HYDRA lost her leader, and there was no retaliation? Something didn’t feel right about this… But she didn’t want to ruin the good mood. After all, her husband had everything under control.  

And so, they found themselves in a cozy hotel suite in Paris, enjoying the most spectacular view of the city, and in the distance, one could make out the Eiffel Tower in the distance. Bucky was shirtless and asleep, while Odette took in the beautiful scenery, wrapped up in a thin blanket, a mug of warm chocolate resting beside her. 

The mobster soon stirred awake, yet when he reached for his wife, he was only met with an empty spot. Quick to throw a pair of black boxers, he soon noticed her figure by the large window, but she didn’t seem to sense his presence behind her; only when he wrapped his arms around her from behind, she grinned widely. “I didn’t mean to wake you up…” She trailed off before she turned to face him. This disheveled look he was sporting suited him so well… “Oh, you didn’t doll, don’t worry.” The man responded, placing his lips over her neck, causing goosebumps to erupt all over her body. “I never thought I’d get the opportunity to witness this..” She said gesturing to the scenery around them. Light sheets of snow and dimly lit streets made it seem like the place jumped out of some sort of magical fairy tale. “I promised you I would give you everything… And I meant it.” Bucky replied, cupping her face, drinking in her beauty.  Odette simply offered him a smile, unable to come up with words. The way he was treating her made her heart thrum a little faster inside her chest.

It was like they were living a second honeymoon. The rest of their getaway was spent with them locked in the bedroom, engrossed in the throes of passion, exchanging soft, explorative kisses, and when they were not pressed up against each other, they were enjoying the city, visiting museums and indulging the best food Paris had to offer. Until everything changed. Odette had exhibited symptoms of dizziness, nausea that wasn’t going away… Despite her assurances to him that it was nothing, Bucky was not taking any chances with it. So he arranged a flight back to Brooklyn, and immediately he asked for the best medical staff to be brought to the mansion. This had to be kept under wraps since he didn’t wish for the media to pick up on it. Odette was slightly put off that the mini getaway had to be cut short, but she understood. Had it been any other woman, she would have caused major drama. But not her, and that was what Bucky appreciated in her.

Seeing the couple back in the mansion alarmed everyone of course, but the doctors had explained that it was nothing to be worried about. Bucky didn’t pay attention to anything since he was quick to join his wife in their bedroom, curious to know what she had to tell him.

“You shouldn’t worry too much sweetheart.. You’ll get wrinkles if you keep freaking out like this..” Odette teased, seeing the agitation painted in her husband’s face.

To that, Bucky rolled his eyes. “You know I can’t not worry when it comes to you doll.. What did the doctor say?” He asked noticing the playful glimmer in her eyes.  She was up to something for sure, and he didn’t know how to react.

“I’m alright.. In fact I’m more than alright love..” She grinned, resting her palm over her stomach. Now, that gesture did not go unnoticed by the brunette mobster. “Um, doll?” He shot her an inquisitive glance, not daring to utter the words in fear of it being a mean joke. He did notice of how she was glowing but he never really thought much of it; he always believed that it was the result of her beauty routines that she performed from time to time.

But no… It was a different kind of glow.

“The doctor said that we are in perfect health…” She trailed off, not wanting her bubbling emotions to cloud her voice. “We..?” He enquired further, until she nodded, a stray tear flowing down her cheek. “I’m pregnant…” She affirmed, before she felt his lips pressing against hers. “You’ve made me the happiest man on this earth.. You and our little princess in there…” He whispered, trailing kisses across her features and down to her stomach, the sweetest words leaving his mouth. “I love you already little one..” He muttered before pulling his wife into his arms, feeling the happiest he’s ever been.

“We love you too daddy…” Odette grinned back, laying in his arms content. Bucky was going to be the most loving father… She was sure of it.

@world-of-aus It's so fluffy I wanna die. I want to hear your thoughts on the chapter now it's complete.

#bucky barnes #fanfiction #my writing #never mess with a mafia lord #bucky x oc

[merakimaiden]

The Baby Store

Pairing : Din Djarin x fem!reader

Genre : Fluff

Word count : 945-ish

Summary : Din walks into a baby store to get some gifts for Grogu.

Warnings : Happens before Din visits Grogu, Din misses Grogu, Din and reader have thots about each other, mutual pining, Din and reader flirt, me making shit up about star wass currency

A/N : This idea popped up in my head when I was trying to convince my friend to send me some Din requests and the writing might be shitty but I wrote this at 2.50am so- anyway bolded italics are thoughts

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Din had just collected his latest bounty from Greef Karga in an old cantina. As usual. Hunt, get paid, eat, sleep, repeat.

He was walking in the market, observing people selling and buying various types of food and things. The new and improved Nevarro brought a smile to his face. He had just realised there was a new row of shop lots too. This place really did change.

As he kept on walking through the crowd, his eyes fell on a new store. A baby store.

He saw a mother holding a child’s hand walking out of the store. It reminded him of Grogu.

He was so nervous to meet him in a few days. Was his master treating him well? Is he well fed? Does he get to play? Does he even have anyone to play with? He closed his eyes for a moment to stop overthinking. He stopped in his tracks and touched his trousers’ back pocket that held the tiny chainmail crafted for Grogu. Maybe he should get Grogu a toy too.

As he walked into the store, he felt eyes watching him. Most of the customers were ladies, only a few men were there. His eyes scanned the area, trying to find something that will be a good gift for Grogu.

He reluctantly walked over to the giant toy section at the back of the store. An Ithorian boy was gaping at him but he paid him no mind.

Suddenly it hit him- he’s clueless.

There were so many types of toys on display, from toy ships to dolls of many species, plush creatures, balls and puzzles.

Dank farrik, what would Grogu like?

He stood there for what felt like an eternity when suddenly he felt a presence behind him and he whipped around.

“Oh- good day sir, how may I assist you?” you asked him cheerfully.

Your eyes raked over his form.

Wow, he’s so broad and buff.

He stared at you, speechless.

Damn, she’s gorgeous.

He was busy admiring your features, from your soft hair to your kind eyes, your plush lips and your smile. Your beautiful smile.

“Sir?”

Oh, right.

“Hm?” his voice cracked. Get it together, Djarin.

“I asked if you would like some suggestions?”

“Yeah, that would be great thanks” he said rather quickly.

You smiled. “Alright, first off- how old is the child you’re buying toys for?”

Older than me. He cleared his throat.

“Um, 3?”

Well Grogu acts three. He thought to himself. But- he can’t speak yet so 2? 1?”

“Wait no- 2”

You simply nodded and Din watched you reach up to pick a plush porg from the shelf.

“Here, this sells out pretty quick- kids love this” you handed him the plush toy and he took it.

His fingers brushed yours and your eyes bored into the black T-shaped visor. You parted your lips and looked away immediately.

“Anything else you have in mind?” you changed the topic.

“Clothes?” he asked and you gestured towards the other side of the store.

“Here. Follow me.” you prompted him to follow you.

He trailed behind you wordlessly. He watched you say thanks and goodbye to a family that just finished shopping and then you picked up a brown onesie from the clothing rack.

“This is a hooded onesie,” you explained. “It is available in different colours and you can adjust the hood size according to your preference, and the bottom area is easily unbuttoned to clean up and change diapers”

He wished he could hear your voice everyday.

“I’ll take it.”

“Okay,” you smiled. “Is that all?”

“Uh,” Oh Maker. He wants to purposely make you explain everything in the store if he could. But he should really get going.

“Yes that is all,”

“Oh, okay”

Why were you sad? You thought to yourself. Maker, leave the poor man alone, he surely has a wife and kids! But he’s so hot- Stop it! He’s just a customer.

You scoffed softly, hoping he didn’t hear it and walked towards the cashier counter to check out.

“That’ll be 10 credits sir, 4 for the porg and 6 for the onesie” you placed the items into a paperbag.

He dug into his pocket to grab a handful of credits and placed them gently onto the table.

“Sir, do you have a smaller change? There’s not enough balance for you-“

“Keep the change”

“But- sir there are 20 credits here-“

“I mean it, please?” he convinced you softly, and you pondered for a moment.

“Wait right here,” you came out off the cashier counter to fetch a package from a nearby shelf, then quickly returned.

You scanned the package with a beep, and placed it into the paperbag.

“Here, a bag of chocolates that costs 10 credits, that I bought with the credits you gave me”

He chuckled and shook his head, and you giggled.

“Enjoy these sweet treats, for a sweet person such as yourself-”

Din felt his heartbeat stop.

Did you seriously just say that out loud?

“I’m sorry- I- uh that came out wrong” you stuttered as you watched the Mandalorian take and reach into the paper back like he’s about to leave-

He placed some chocolates onto the counter.

“Here’s some chocolates you bought me that I gave away carelessly to a sweet girl”

Where in Maker’s heaven did you get the sudden confidence from? Din questioned himself but he just smiled under the beskar helmet.

Oh.

You blushed. Hard.

Din’s smile widened when he saw your face flush.

“I- thank you” you whispered softly, grinning ear to ear.

He nodded and tilted his head as he turned to leave.

“See you around, sweet girl,”

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[pinkydevil16]

JJ Maybank x reader: part 4

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

"Still weird you've been...adopted...by your girlfriend's dad." Y/n mumbled as John B explained his plan, the only negative being that Ward had decided he wanted to go on a fishing trip so now they were trying to find the gold early. John B rolling his eyes as Sarah cringed, all of the pogues hiding from the motion sensor lights.

"There's a box on the porch, me and my friends used to see who could run close enough, i've seen it." Y/n shrugged impressed with Sarah, John B rejecting the idea as Ki sighed.

"I'll go with her, she's like 90 what's she gonna do?" Y/n went to follow them when JJ pulled her back, shaking his head as Sarah and Ki crept up to the porch, Y/n scowling at him.

"Need you to get into the basement." JJ whispered, watching as Ki and Sarah entered the house, John B freaking out as Pope kept staring at the bedroom window. 

"Gotcha." Y/n whispered back, the light suddenly turning off as the four pogues scrambled to the basement, Y/n finding the latch as she pulled it open, wincing at the loud noise as they waited, Pope staring at the bedroom before nodding. JJ following Y/n as she ran inside, rope over his arm as they began setting up, JJ holding the rope tightly as Y/n tied it around John B.

"Alright, you get lowered, get the gold, we pull you up. We're rich and spend the rest of our days being the kookiest of kooks." John B laughed as he nodded, Y/n moving to help Pope secure the rope before taking her spot behind JJ, pulling her body down so she could ease it through JJ to Pope. John B looking at the well as he climbed in, Pope slowly pulling the rope through the fake pulley system, JJ's arms shaking as he tried to find the correct way to support the weight, Y/n staring at the rope as she mentally counted.

"5 feet." Y/n said as she listened to John B, JJ wincing in pain as he struggled.

"I just, i just need to get. Shit!" JJ shouted as John B dropped a few feet, Y/n panicking as she grabbed the rope, feeling it burn her palms as she yelped, the three of them getting a grip as Pope shouted for John B.

"You good?" 

"Yeah, yeah just go a little slower." JJ threw Y/n a grin as he fed the rope through, Y/n mentally counting again as she looked towards Pope.

"15 feet left." Pope nodding as John B cringed, the water getting closer.

"I'm almost in the water keep going." Y/n cringed as she heard John B's body go into the water, hearing him whine at the cold as he started looking around.

"See anything?" Pope whispered, Y/n looking towards the basement door as John B suddenly screamed.

"Pull me up! Pull me up!" JJ and Pope yanking on the rope as Y/n ran to the well, watching John B come up as he threw back the skull.

"Was that a skull?" Y/n whisper shouted, her eyes wide as John B nodded, his skin crawling as they pulled him until loud shots made them panic, John B grabbing the side of the well as it fell apart.

"Wait! Wait guys! I found something." JJ and Pope feeling the rope become light as John B crawled into the hole, Y/n going to the basement door as she heard more shooting, running back as she called out to John B.

"We need to go! Shots fired!" JJ and Pope started demanding he get back when he grabbed the rope, his hands and pockets full as Ki and Sarah ran down the stairs hiding.

"Hide!" Everyone scattering as the old lady walked down the stairs, shotgun at the ready before she shot, Ki and Sarah screaming as they ran in opposite directions.

"JB get out." Y/n shouted as JJ pulled the rope, John B grasping the side when another shot fired next to JJ, Y/n pulling him out the way as John B climbed out. Running at Mrs Crain and pushing her over as everyone got out, hoping over the wall and running into the twinkie. Slamming the door as John B collapsed, JJ driving as Y/n sat next to him, hitting the front of the van.

"Go go go." JJ nodding as he drove quickly away. All them talking before it went quiet as John B pulled out the gold, swiping the dirt off it as everyone cheered.

"Holy shit! We're gonna be rich!" JJ shouted, looking away from the road as he pulled Y/n into a kiss, Ki hitting his head as he swerved.

"JJ!"

"Eyes on the road!" John B and Ki shouted, JJ laughing as they all cheered, they'd found the gold and survived being shot at.

Y/n watched the gold burn as JJ held her against him, the hammock swinging gently as Ki played pyro with the gold. 

"It's worth 140k, so if we go to the pawn shop hopefully we can get as much as possible. This time tomorrow we're all gonna be rich." Pope spoke, all of them in disbelief that they'd actually done it, and they were going to go back in a few days and get it all. They'd be set for life, the pogues would run figure 8. 

"I can't wait to have sex on a bed of money." JJ spoke, downing his beer as he grinned, John B and Pope's eyes widening as they started grinning aswell until Y/n spoke.

"Well you'll all have to wait atleast a month since you're all being punished for the boat incident." JJ pouting as he turned Y/n around so she laid her front against his, a cheeky glint to her eyes as she leaned against his chest with a small smirk.

"But money bed." JJ spoke like a whining child making Y/n laugh as she bit her lip and shook her head, leaning up and giving him a kiss on his pouty face.

"Should of thought about that before you abandoned your girlfriend on a boat." JJ grinning against her lips as he pulled her into him, deepening the kiss and turning them over, almost falling out the hammock as he leaned over her until a shoe hit his head.

"Stop macking in front of us!" Ki shouted, JJ giving her a grin before looking down at Y/n's blushing face, her hands holding his arms before creeping to his neck and pulling him back down so he laid in her neck, the two cuddling as everyone talked softly. 

The next morning Y/n and JJ stood outside the pawn shop, JJ and Ki arguing about the welding skills which had barely melted the gold as John B pushed them inside.

"Hi, i'd like to pawn this gold." Y/n spoke, JJ wrapping his arm around her waist as he stood next to her placing it down infront of the old woman.

"You expect me to believe this is real?" JJ looked at Y/n before looking at the woman, raising his eyebrow as she picked it up and weighed it.

"It's all real Ma'am." The older lady humming as she picked it back up, looking at the pair in front of her as the other pogues tried to be inconspicuous around the shop. 

"You mind if i test it?" JJ leant against the counter, Y/n playing with the small nicknacks on the side as she let him do all the talking.

"You do whatever you want ma'am, why don't you try the hammer?" JJ holding back his grin as she went through all the steps until she asked how he got it, Y/n looking at him as he spoke.

"My mum...the Alzheimer's, she melted down all her jewellery and asked me to sell it." Y/n rubbing his arm as she pretended to comfort him, JJ making tears come to his eyes.

"It's really hard on him, all the medical bills and caring for her. We just want to clear some debt before the baby comes." Y/n smoothing her hand over her stomach as she smiled at the lady, Ki hiding her face to stop herself from laughing as JJ nodded putting his hand on top of Y/n's. The elderly woman telling them she'd be back and disappearing into the back room whilst  JJ grinned at Y/n and poked her stomach making her slap his hand.

"I think i felt a kick." Y/n reached over flicking JJ's head as the lady walked back, the two cuddling up to make it seem real as Y/n kept a hand on her stomach and a soft smile on her face.

"50k is the best i can do." Both the pogues dropping the act as JJ looked at her.

"That's worth 140, i know the market price of it." The two going back and forth as Y/n scowled, her hands now on the counter before the lady spoke again.

"80k is the best i can do, over half and i don't ask where you got this. But i don't keep that kinda cash here so you'll have to go the warehouse." John B giving a subtle nod before JJ spoke, shaking the woman's hand and getting the address as they all scattered. 

"So where the hell is this place?" Ki spoke, JJ holding the gold as John B drove, Y/n playing with his hair.

"You wouldn't know, growing up on figure 8." JJ joked, Y/n placing a kiss on his head as she turned to watch the trees wizz by.

"You don't know where it is either." Ki spoke,  JJ going to defend himself when they heard a cop siren, everyone panicking as JJ shoved the gold into his bag and then under the seat. John B going to speak to the cop when a shotgun met his face, all of them climbing out with JJ stepping in front of Y/n.

"Get on the fucking ground. Hands on your head and face down. Don't fucking move." All of them doing as he said as JJ seethed, Y/n moving to comfort him when the masked man shoved the gun against her head.

"What did i just fucking say?" He shouted, Y/n crying as she put her hands against her head feeling the cold metal against her fingers.

"Leave her alone." JJ went to attack him, receiving a hit to the gut as he fell, Y/n crying out his name as the man went inside the van, Y/n shaking as JJ almost burst with anger, his whole body on fire as he looked at the tears down Y/n's face. He recognised the guy by his eyes, he knew Y/n did too, their dad's dealer, the guy who ruined their parents lives and constantly made them come back was now holding a gun to them and robbing them. John B ran to the car, hopping in the back before the guy came out, JJ could only feel anger course through his veins, he'd put the gun against Y/n's head, his Y/n and he'd robbed them, JJ was going to commit murder at this rate. JJ got up running to the car as John B fought with Barry, the other pogues following as they beat the crap out of him, Y/n kicked him harshly in the stomach before JJ pushed him to sit up.

"Get off me." Barry shouted, but JJ was too far gone, hitting him in the face with the gun and taking his ID, throwing his car keys in the woods as he urged everyone back to the van. Getting in the drivers seat as he began driving, everyone confused as Y/n tried to talk to him but he brushed her off, not looking at her as he pulled into Barry's dirt track, stopping the van and getting out.

"JJ? JJ, what are we doing here?" JJ once again ignored Y/n as John B followed him, Y/n panicking as she bit her nails, looking at the other pogues before following the two inside finding JJ shoving cash into a bag. Pushing past Y/n as he began handing out the cash, Y/n finally grabbing his arm as she held him by his arms.

"JJ, we're not stealing from him. Put the money back, we have the gold. It's not worth it." JJ shaking his head as he shoved all the money back into the bag, not listening to Y/n as he shrugged her off once more.

"Are you serious? He sells your dad drugs, he ruined your childhood and you want to just let him steal from us?" Y/n looked back at the house, before looking at her friends not wanting to have this conversation in front of them before looking back to JJ.

"He didn't ruin it, my dad did. It's his fault, he bought them, he chose to take them and to abuse them. You're better than this JJ. This is just going to cause problems so put it back and we'll figure something out." JJ scoffed, shaking his head at her again as he stepped back, Y/n feeling the cold come off him as he looked at her.

"If you guys don't it then fine but i'm not letting him win." JJ walking off as Y/n called out to him, finally shouting to him.

"JJ! Bring that money back i'm serious." Y/n now losing her cool as she followed him, pulling him around as he looked down at her, the two of them shaking in anger as he glared at her.

"No, we deserve this fucking money. And if you guys don't want it then i'm gonna take it. We work our asses off to keep them alive and all they do is treat us like crap, no, i'm thinking of us this time baby." JJ moving to hold Y/n's face, his tone softening as he spoke. Y/n shaking her head as she pushed him back, JJ stumbling as he stared at her.

"No you're thinking of you. You're being selfish." JJ frowned, throwing the bag over his shoulder as he stared at her for a beat.

"Fine then. Then i'm the selfish asshole." JJ storming off as Ki walked over and pulled Y/n into her arms, Y/n taking a deep breath before nodding into Ki's neck letting her know she was okay.

"Come on, give him some time to cool off." Ki pulled Y/n towards the van, the pogues all looking at each other as she climbed in, JJ and Y/n never fought especially in front of others so they didn't know how to act. Sarah placing a comforting hand on Y/n as she gave her a sad smile, trying not to worry about JJ but she wanted to run after him and hold him. 

#jj maybank x reader #jj maybank #outer banks jj maybank #jj maybank x pogue!reader

[dudeitiskarev]

SAD BEAUTIFUL TRAGIC — PART THREE | Eddie Munson x Female reader

Summary: it’s time to keep moving.

Chapter content/warnings: heavy make out and sexual acts but no actual smut; reader has a cold but Eddie takes care of her so don’t worry <3

Word count: 2.6k.

Author’s note: I’m still so shadow-banned but that won’t stop me (pls show part two some love :/)

MAIN MASTERLIST | AO3 | PART ONE | PART TWO

        Eddie had been behind the wheel for what seemed to have been hours and he had no intention of stopping. The farthest, the better chance of surviving, he kept telling himself. 

       The car was stolen, of course, and thankfully had enough gas to leave the cops behind. 

       He glanced at you on the passenger seat and half-smiled. You were curled up facing him, sleeping with a soft frown and slightly pursed lips. 

       “Stop staring,” you muttered with your eyes still closed.

       Not sleeping.

       “We’re running out of, um, gas.” He played it cool and focused back on the road. “We’ll have to dump the car somewhere and walk the rest.”

       “The rest?” You adjusted on your seat and lazily fluttered your eyes open, coughing a few times before adding, “where’s that?” 

       You’d gotten sicker; his main reason to find a shelter. 

       “I have no idea.” He just hoped it was close. 

       Eddie had been looking for an abandoned house of some sort since he started the car, but every single one of them had at least their porch light on. 

       Which meant people.

       You cracked your fingers — something you did when you were feeling uneasy — and let out a shaky sigh. Eddie would’ve normally asked, but this time he placed his hand over your thigh in an attempt to calm you down; to tell you everything was going to be alright, as long as you stayed together. 

       Your body stiffened at his touch which made him want to snap it away, but you placed your hand over his and tightened your grip.

       No other word was spoken — not even when you two dumped the car and wandered in no direction. You’d agreed to stay quiet with just a glance and kept walking, bumping shoulders to make sure the other was still there. 

       You knew each other’s instincts by heart at this point, and with the help of the moon that lit up your path, you two eventually came across a house. 

       Another shared glance and an in-sync nod.

       This house was the one. It seemed to be just as lonely as the old cabin. 

       You reached the front door like walking on eggshells, terrified of what might be on the other side. 

       “You think we can make this our new home?” You asked in a whisper as he picked the lock with his pocket knife.

       He’d missed your voice. 

       “Uh-huh.” Eddie nodded. “Until the owners decide to come here on vacation.” 

       The door opened smoothly — he’s had enough practice — and gestured for you to go in first. “My lady.”

       “Such a gentleman,” you played along. 

       Eddie took one last look outside making sure the coast was clear and closed the door. “We’ll have to keep the lights off.” He opened the blinds and let the moonlight in. 

       “That’s enough for me.” You smiled. 

       You explored the house in your separate ways to optimize the time. There still was the possibility of the house not being actually empty, so Eddie handed you his knife just in case. 

       Every room he entered — which were too many — had a different personality. The last one looked a lot like his own back in his trailer — but richer. There even was an electric guitar hanging on the wall. He was drawn to it and swept his fingers over the strings. The nostalgia hit him hard. He missed his guitar and being creative, and it’d been too long since he last played. 

       He picked it up like it was his own and sat on the edge of the bed. Eddie always carried a guitar pick in his back pocket and reached for it without a doubt. Random cords took over his fingertips and all he could think about the more the melody took shape, was you.

       “What song is that?” Your voice came soft. 

       Eddie stopped all the way and lifted his head, finding you standing by the door with bright eyes. 

       His stomach fluttered. 

       “Uh,” Eddie chuckled. “Doesn’t have a name.”

       Just like you. 

       “I want to hear more.” You approached him and sat next to him. 

       “Oh, it sounds like shit.” He mocked himself. “I haven’t played in a while.” 

       “The house is empty. You can sound as shitty as you want.” You nudged his arm 

       “Maybe another time.” He stood up and put the guitar where it belonged. “Don’t want to embarrass myself just yet.”

       Your mouth twisted in a pout. “Promise?”

       “I promise.” Eddie sat back next to you, closer. 

       “Now what?” 

       “I dunno.”

       “I’m scared to even breathe.” You looked at him. 

       There were your glassy eyes again and he couldn’t hold the urge to bring you into a hug.

       “Let’s get through this night.” He held you tight, tight, tight, cradling the back of your head with one hand and kissing your temple. “Let’s find some dry clothes, make you some tea with honey for your disgusting cough, and we’ll worry about tomorrow when it comes ‘kay?” 

       You nodded, sobbing into his neck ever so slightly.

       He didn’t want to break the hug until you decided it was time. So he stayed there, stroking your hair and rubbing your back up and down.

       There’d been hugs between you two, but none like this one. None of them where you could practically melt into his body if you wanted to. 

       None where Eddie wished he could do more than just hold you. 

       “Okay.” You pulled back and sniffed back your tears, cleaning your nose with your shirtsleeve. “Thank you for always being there for me.”

       “I don’t have much choice, so I?” He teased, putting a strand of hair behind your ear. 

       Your eyes dropped to his lips then went back to his eyes. “Yeah.”

       “Gonna make you that tea.” Eddie quickly stood up and pointed a finger at you as he said, “You, get changed.”

       “Yes, sir.” 

       Eddie left you there and went downstairs to prepare you the tea he’d promised. The kitchen didn’t get much of the moonlight, so Eddie took a risk and lit up the dim light over the stove.  

       The place had clearly been all alone for a while. There was a thin layer of dust on every surface, and there still were many things in every cabinet he opened — including a box full of flavored tea bags. He put the fancy teapot on the stove and opened the walk-in pantry.

       It was like finding gold. 

       “Our family is super rich, huh,” you commented as you walked inside. 

       “I know,” Eddie smirked, eyeing you up and down. The clothes you’d chosen were two sizes bigger and clearly belonged to a man. He couldn’t help but feel jealous that you weren’t wearing his clothes. “There are so many flavored teas—” he shook away his thoughts and continued “—so I, uh, hope you like the one I picked for you.” He walked out to the stove and placed a big mug on the counter, pouring the steaming water into it. 

       You gave him an excited smile, blew on it a few times, and sipped on the tea, squinting your eyes at the aftertaste. 

       “So?” Eddie leaned on the counter and rested his hand on his cheek.

       “Lemon tea, with ginger? Perhaps?”

       “You’re good.” He grinned, raising his brows. 

       Tomorrow came; so did the next day, and within two days, your cold disappeared thanks to Eddie’s magic potions. 

       A week went by just as fast, and all you two did was take nine hours shifts to guard the house; while one slept, the other stayed wide awake. Though Eddie never slept much when it was your turn to look after the house. Not because he didn’t trust you — it was the complete opposite, but he wouldn’t forgive himself if something happened to you while he slept. 

       The coast was clear after two weeks; not many people lived around since it was a vacation spot. 

       Still, Eddie could never sleep a wink. 

       It was your time of the day to play guard, and he’d been in bed moving from one side to the other for over two hours. He was clearly not going to sleep so he might as well give you some company. 

       He put his shirt back on and slipped his sneakers on to go downstairs to find you. You were nowhere inside the house, and the only place you could be was on the big bear — a bear-shaped rock right by the lake. 

       You’d lie there on sunny days to get your vitamin D, and even when the sun was long gone, too.

       Eddie spotted you in the distance and took his time to reach your side. 

       “Hey, you’re supposed to be sleeping,” was the first thing you said when he sat cross-legged next to you. 

       “Thought I’d join you and watch the sunset.”

       “There’s not much left.” You scooted closer to him. 

       The sun was long gone behind the hills, but the orange clouds were still bright.

       “Wouldn’t it be nice if the apocalypse started right now?” you said after a moment. 

       “right now?” Eddie looked at you.

       “At this exact moment.” your knee brushed his thigh. 

       “We kind of already are.” He scanned your face. Your eyes were lost in the bit of sunset. “If you think about it, we’re living our own apocalypse. Running away to keep ourselves alive, eating shitty canned food, watching every move we make.”

       “Hey, last night’s beans were good.”

       “You were just hungry, love,” he teased you. 

       Love. It came out naturally every so often since he didn’t know your name — the one and only rule you stated on your first night at the cabin — and you never seemed to mind the enchanting nickname so it slipped like a habit. 

        “The evening is perfect to go on a swim, don’t you think?” You asked as you stood up.

       “Now?” Eddie squinted one eye shut, looking up at you, then you started to undress like it was nothing. Shirt, first. There was nothing else under that shirt. “O-Okay, yes now, wow, you’re, um, you’re getting naked,” Eddie said with a nervous laugh, turning his face away. 

       It caught him so off guard heat took over his cheeks at the speed of an erupting volcano.

       “Oh, come on. They’re just breasts.” You laughed at him. “Don’t tell me you’ve never seen a pair of boobs before.” 

       “I- yeah I have,” he said matter-of-factly. “Of course I have.”

       Yet couldn’t bring himself to look at you because, of course, he has not.

       “Then you know they’re just like yours, just a bit more… swollen.” Eddie finally looked up and got disappointed that your hands were over your… breasts. “But I can put on my shirt if it makes you uncomfortable.” 

       “Not uncomfortable.” His words came out rather quickly and high-pitched. 

       “You can join me, then.” You then took off your pants and shoes and stepped on the edge of the rock to dive headfirst into the lake.

       “Oh my god.” Eddie stood up just in time to get a glimpse of you emerging from the water. 

       “Come on!” Your bubbly voice echoed around.

       “Shhh! don’t– scream!” he whispered loudly, yet began to strip off his pants, socks, and shirt, being left only with his boxers. 

       The last few days had been too calm, so he kind of needed this adrenaline. 

       He walked a few steps away from the edge and ran, jumping off the edge. 

       It was way higher than he thought it would be. And deeper, too. It took him a while to swim back to the surface and took him even longer to find you through the water in his eyes.

       He shook his wet hair away from his face, scooped off the water from his eyes, and looked around, following the sound of your laugh. 

       “Holy shit didn’t that hurt?!” You asked as he swam next to you with wide strokes.

       “My ribs are absolutely gonna be bruised tomorrow.”

       “You, flying through the air, will be engraved in my memory forever.” 

       The daylight was gone now but it wasn’t hard to see the bliss on your face. 

       “I’m honored, as long as it’s a happy memory,” Eddie shrugged. 

       “It is, I miss it already.” You smiled then said, “Been thinking a lot about your friends.”

       “They’re your friends too, you know. They really, really like you.”

       “They do?” your eyes were glimmering. 

       “Yeah,” he said, like it was the most obvious thing. Because it was. “They probably like you more than they like me.”

       “Not possible. They… kind of adore you,” you told him.  

       “I’ve been thinking about them too.” Eddie sighed. “They probably think we’re goners by now.”

       “We need to find a way to let them know we’re okay.”

       “We will,” Eddie assured you. 

       Something in your eyes shifted and it brought a flutter to his stomach he still wasn’t used to. 

       “You look very tempting right now.” You stared into his lips. 

       Where did that come from?

       He huffed out a laugh to disguise the heat that traveled to his cheeks. “No idea what that means.” 

       “You’re cute when you’re nervous.” You swam closer to him. 

       “Don’t… mess with me.” Eddie looked away. 

       “I’m not,” you chuckled, brushing a piece of wet hair out of his face. 

       There’d been intentional soft touches and stolen glances from your side since you moved out of the cabin, though Eddie didn’t think much about it — didn’t want to get his hopes high, so now, when you asked, “Would you kiss me?” while biting your lip, his heart almost leaped out of his chest and the butterflies those words gave him were overwhelming. 

       Were you actually asking him that?

       “What? I— wow, I mean, right now?” 

       “Yeah.” You nodded. “I really want to kiss you.”

       Eddie gulped. He really, really liked you. Everything about you, even the things that irritated him, he loved the most. From the very first moment.

       “Eddie?” You kind of begged. 

       “When I kiss you,” he began, leaning close to the point where the tip of his nose was touching yours. “I will fall in love with you.”

       If he wasn’t already.

       “Is that a bad thing?” You murmured, circling your nose against his with your eyes closed. 

       It’ll be painful in the end, he was aware of that, but it wasn’t a bad thing. 

       “No.” He brushed his lips against yours. “Not bad at all.”

       You tilted your chin up with a soft smile, ready to receive the most tender light-feather kiss. 

       He was so ready to fall in love. 

       His hands cupped your ribs and traveled down your sides as his lips barely brushed yours. Your bodies were glued together now, and your hearts could almost kiss each other with every strong and wild and in sync beat. 

       It was a soft peck at first, then your lips gradually gained confidence and the kiss became more and more fierce; with tongue, clacking teeth, and heavy breathing. 

       He’d never been kissed like this before. He’d never felt this wanted — ever. At this moment, he truly couldn’t believe how lucky he was, despite everything that’s happened. Part of him knew it was because he was the only contact you’d had with humans for the past two months. That you had no other choice. That you could have anyone you wanted.  

       But still, so damn lucky. 

       Your arms wrapped tight around his neck while the kiss never stopped, and your breasts rubbed against his chest the more your breathing increased. It was erotic, and as much as he tried to hold it back, he couldn’t hide the excitement inside his boxers. 

       And you couldn’t ignore it either. You brought one hand underwater to palm his erection and moaned into his mouth.

       Fucking hell.  

       You broke the kiss to breathe and gain some air, and something seemed to have taken you out of the moment. 

       “Someone’s here,” you said through an exhale. 

       “What?” Eddie was confused, then paid attention to what was bothering you. 

       Children's voices were near, and car doors slammed shut.

       “I think our rich family just got home.”

#eddie munson x you #eddie munson #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x y/n

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not so alone- p.p sequel to alone

Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader; Father!Tony Stark x Daughter!Reader

Summary: Between fighting with your boyfriend and playing second best to your younger sister, will your family learn how your recent sadness, or continue to pay you dust

Warnings: angsty, fighting, dad issues, loneliness, a little fluffy, talks of trauma (do not read if you are not comfortable with the topic)

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: Here is the second part to the alone fic I wrote earlier! I got so much positive feedback on the first part and it truly meant a lot, so thank you everyone! Enjoy!

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3

Driving past the New York City lights of the night, you wipe away a few more tears that have started to dry on your cheeks. Something about the city at night always calmed you down, always had a sense of ease to you. You knew to others the city at night was not their cup of tea, but seeing the lights at night and the city life change completely from day to night, it always made you curious. That and with you growing up in rural Indiana with your mother before moving in with your father, you always romanticized cities, and living in one of the most famous ones always made you feel some type of way.

You parked your car outside of the old Avengers Tower in the city, a place you used to call a safe haven. You had so many fond memories of this tower when you first started living with your father. The Avengers forming, bonding with new people, and finally finding a family that loved you as much as you loved them.

Your mother wasn’t a kind woman, and your father knew that. When she told him she was pregnant, he wanted to help in the beginning, but she was a stubborn lady. She gave in and took his money once you were born, but really only used it on herself, buying herself expensive bags and other luxury items. Some days you would only have one meal, meals provided to you by the school, and when your teacher started to notice some things and questioned you about your home life, you were taken away from your mother. Luckily your father had kept tabs on you throughout your life, so he came in to rescue you, despite all the problems he had going on in his own life, and took you home with him instead of letting you be shuffled around the foster system.

You were always grateful to your dad for doing that. He was always a big inspiration to you once you knew how to look things up on the computer. Once you finally got to be with him, you knew you wanted to be just like him. He showed you his suits, and his lab, and when he finished the former Avengers Tower, he gave you the grand tour, even making a beautiful bedroom for you to be in when in New York. Little did he know at the time he would decide to permanently stay in the state.

You wiped away more tears as the memories of the building came to surface. Luckily, nobody has bought the building yet, and you still have a set of keys and login information, so you walk in. Disarming the security box and walking towards the elevators, you notice all the details that remain that haven’t been cleaned yet. The arrow holes in the walls from when Thor and Hawkeye had a silly argument, the shield marks in the columns when Steve was fighting off one of the many unwanted villains, and the shattered glass from when Ultron first invaded the tower the night of the party.

As the elevator doors open up, you step inside and hit your favorite button of all, the one to your residential floor. All of your key childhood memories that you created with your father live within this floor. Hearing the stories of him fighting Ivan Vanko and how much he hated Justin Hammer. You loved hearing his former Iron Man stories, and seeing him actually fight. When Thanos sent his men to Earth for the time stone, you were on a field trip with Peter, which he left to go help. You wanted to go so badly and see what you could do, but you heard your father’s voice in your head telling you to stay out of it and be safe.

You sigh as you walk off the elevator. You look around as the floor is practically empty, remembering that all the residential stuff was moved to the compound or put into storage. Part of you still wishes you lived in the tower, for many different reasons. It would definitely save time getting to and from school, and going to Peter and May’s apartment, but also you were so attached to this place growing up, it always made you smile. 

Opening the door to your old bedroom, you see a few things left, like your old chemistry station, and a few dolls scattered here and there. You smile at what was parts of your adolescence, basking in the feeling of a time where you knew your father and the people around you actually cared about you. Now your life is filled with loneliness and hurt, with always playing second best, no matter the situation you’re in.

Suddenly, you hear a crunch behind you, making you freeze. You feel your heart rate pick up, so you take slow, deep breaths. Quickly turning around, you pull out your pepper spray and have it at the ready, knowing how to defend yourself as you were taught from an early age.

“Woah, woah, it’s just me!” Peter exclaimed, backing up slowly with his arms up. You sigh and put the pepper spray away, but still giving him a dirty look.

“How did you get here so fast? And also why are you here?” You questioned him, raising your eyebrows slightly.  You were still on edge from everything that’s happened tonight, and seeing Peter just show up unannounced after he didn’t defend you or even check up on you raised some questions for you.

“I wanted to go check up on you, but Pepper told me that Mr. St-your dad should be the one to do so, and thought it would be better if I left. I knew you weren’t going to stay there so I came here, because I remember how fondly you spoke about living at the tower and being here,” he explained.

Your features soften a little bit, as the caring nature of the Peter you grew to love was starting to show again. But in your heart you knew you were still mad at him. Between the coldness of his attitude towards you ever since you were snapped back into existence, and him allowing your father to yell at you and say those hurtful things, you knew you had to keep your guard up.

“Well I appreciate you coming, but you should probably go, because you may not know this but I’m still angry with you.” You stated, crossing your arms a little.

“W-Why Y/N? I told you Pepper said-“

“I don’t care what Pepper said, Peter! Why did you let him say those things to me? Why didn’t you defend me Peter?” You questioned, hurt evident in your voice.

You saw the guilt spread across his face. You knew Peter did everything for a reason, but this time, you really just weren’t sure what that reason may be. He was always so caring and quick to defend his friends and loved ones, that’s one reason why he wanted to become Spider-Man, to help other with his big, compassionate heart. Which made him not standing up for you even worse.

“I-I…I don’t know,” he answered with a puzzled look on his face. 

You sighed. “You’re supposed to be there for me, you’re my boyfriend for crying out loud! You are one of the most caring people I know. I thought you cared about me. Maybe you used to, but lately…” You said, your sentence tapering off at the end.

Peter’s entire demeanor changes. “No, no, no, I do care about you, Y/N, I truly do,” he told you, coming quickly to your side and holding you close. “Please don’t ever question my feelings or loyalty to you.”

“Then why have you been acting so weird lately? And why didn’t you defend me tonight?” You asked, looking up with tears brimming the surface of your lids. You thought you had cried enough tonight to last a lifetime, but seeing Peter in front of you and talking about everything that was bothering you right here, right now, just brought on a whole new set of water works. He looks down at you and wipes a few tears away.

“All my life, I’ve had traumatic things, one after the other, coming towards me. Between my parents, and Uncle Ben, and becoming Spider-Man, Thanos just took a lot out of me. Missing out on 5 years of my life? That’s big,” he explained to you. “And I thought I was going to lose Mr. Stark, but luckily everything with that worked out. I guess I’m just scared of losing another big figure in my life.”

“But instead you’d rather lose your girlfriend?” You questioned, pulling away slightly to look him in the eye. He pulls back from you, breaking your hug. You can tell on his expression you may have surprised a little too much.

“No, of course not! I just-uh-I think Mr. Stark is super intimidating and I don’t want to hurt his feelings, nor get on the wrong side of him. But you? You me everything to me Y/N, you come first on my priority list, I promise you that,” he explains to you. You couldn’t help but blush and understand where he was coming from. When you first met your dad, you too were intimidated by him, I mean, how can you not. The money, power, and just your father’s attitude alone was able to make even his peers or other celebrities intimidated.

You give him a weak smile. “Well he already likes you, so you don’t have to try so hard to get on his good side. He likes you more than he likes me,” you sighed.

“Hey don’t say that, Y/N,” he rushed to your side, holding you close. “Of course he loves you, he loves you so, so much.”

“Oh yeah? Then why doesn’t he act like it?” You pouted, the sadness in your voice very present. You hated that you had insecurity surrounding your relationship with your father, but the problem mainly relies on him, as you try to reach out and bond with him time and time again, but lately, ever since everyone came back from the snap, he’s giving you nothing to work off of.

“I wish I could answer that for you, but your dad doesn’t confined in me. Maybe you should try sitting down and asking him, having someone one-on-one time with him,” Peter suggested, making you scoff. Lately, one-on-one time with your father was more rare than winning the lottery. Between meetings, recruitment, trips, and spending time with Pepper and Morgan, the man hardly ever has alone time anymore.

“Yeah, like that will happen.”

“You never know. And whatever happens, I will have your back, 100%. Because I love you,” he tells you.

Your give him a heartfelt smile, pulling him in tighter for a hug. You feel him stroke your hair a bit, giving you a soft kiss on the temple. Before coming to the tower, you thought things between you and Peter were starting to dwindle, that the flame was finally going out, much to your dismay. But standing here and talking with him, understanding what’s been going on, means a lot, and you really appreciated him helping you out by talking you down off your negative pedestal. Maybe Peter is right, and talking to your dad could benefit you like your talk with Peter just did. All you had to do was go back to the compound, and who knows how long it will take you to muster up the courage to go and face him again.

Alone Taglist:

@vicmc624 @jessyballet @letsgotothemoonlight @blackxwidowsxwife @aliloz-3 @brisk-t-rex @lxdyred @cjangwu @scarletglowss @tomandjaebae​ @thefandomplace​ @noonewouldlisten25​ @kait4073​ @kalopsia-flaneur​ @lavownluv​ @alohastitch0626​ @sylum​ @pradastardust​

#Peter parker #spiderman #spider-man #Peter Parker angst #Peter Parker x reader #Tony stark #tony stark angst #tony stark x daughter reader #stark reader #marvel #mcu #iron man #fanfic #pepper potts #Morgan stark

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Unspoken

Pairing: Rio (Good Girls) x Female Reader/You

Rating: Explicit, NSFW

Warnings: Language, vaginal fingering, public sex, car sex, unprotected vaginal sex, mild choking, mention of bodily fluids, shitty exes, petty Rio (yaaaass)

Word Count: 5.8K

Summary: Part 6. Feelings were shared. Where does that leave you and Rio? A dinner with your ex? A car in a dark parking lot? 

A/N: The last part is here! Though as I said yesterday I am definitely not calling this the end. I have lots of ideas for Rio and I’ve thought about adding to this in the future as inspiration hits. I’ve also thought about developing a Rio x OFC fic and/or something for Beth x Rio. I’ve had a lot of fun writing and exploring his character so I’m nowhere near close to done. And I also need to shoutout the ladies from the discord for this part. They suggested it and I ran with it (as I do). So big thank you to @woahitslucyylu, @whatupitshuff, and @fvckthisbxtchup! You inspired this. Be proud of yourselves. Anyway, I hope you guys like it. Feedback is that good shit. 💗

*Read Part 1 here

*Read Part 2 here

*Read Part 3 here

*Read Part 4 here

*Read Part 5 here

*Give and Take series masterlist

*Masterlist in bio.

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He sighed, turning off the engine and checking his phone one last time for messages. The restaurant lot was full, patrons shuffling in and out of the newest establishment in downtown Detroit. It was in a historic building that had obviously recently been renovated, though efforts had been made to keep its old world charm. The restaurant was a place he’d yet to visit and this impromptu pop-up offered the perfect opportunity for him to do so.

Rio exited his vehicle into the cool air of the night. It wasn’t frigid, but it was enough for those outside to don a jacket. He stuffed his hands into his pockets as he made his way to the entrance, noting the stylish fashions of most of the restaurant's occupants. He didn’t worry about the supposed dress code. Wearing black often gave him an air of sophistication, even with the tattoo splashed across his throat. It was a duality he’d mastered over the years. The tattoo kept him grounded to his roots. His nature. His business. The wardrobe kept him aligned with the civilian world. People would often eye his throat warily, suspicion clear in their gaze. But one look at the clean lines of his pressed shirt and somehow they’d come to the conclusion that he’d made a mistake as a young kid. Got involved in the wrong crowd. Hadn’t gotten around to getting the hideous atrocity on his neck removed. They believed what they wanted to believe.

Cowards.

He smiled at the passing elderly couple as he held the door open for them, their smiles making their eyes crinkle at the edges. They probably thought he worked there. He stepped through the threshold, taking in the dim lighting and soothing melody of jazz that filtered through the space. His eyes scanned the open area with practiced diligence until he found what he was looking for amongst the black booths that ran the length of the right wall. They were high and designed for privacy, but he could spot your face anywhere.

The hostess greeted him and he politely gestured to the booth you sat at, easing by the podium as she took a moment to trail her eyes along his body. He smirked at the blatant attempt at flirtation, not bothering to return the sentiment. Instead, he weaved through the aisles of tables as he made his way towards you.

Your brow was tensed, your lips pursed. The discomfort showed on your features, all the way down to your stiffened shoulders. He watched as you took a sip from your wine, nodding along to whatever the person across from you had said. When he came into view, your eyes widened, almost comically so. He grinned, finding your shock amusing. It was the exact reaction he was going for.

“Hey mama, sorry I’m late.” He announced as he made it to the table. He ignored the couple sitting with you and leaned down to press a kiss to your temple, feeling you sway into it despite your obvious surprise.

“Uh...h-hi.” You choked out, shifting over so that he could slip in next to you.

He shed his jacket as he sat down, pulling you close once he’d gotten comfortable. You let him maneuver you, still trying to understand why he was there. He could see the slight panic in your eyes, as if he were here for business purposes, crashing a dinner as a strategic move. But that couldn’t have been farther from the truth.

His eyes finally met Paul’s, your ex, and then slid over to his fiancé’s at his left. They both looked just as stunned as you, except for the displeasure that radiated from Paul’s gaze and onto him. His fiancé, Erica, he thought her name was, looked intrigued; curious about his arrival.

“Sup, man…” Rio greeted, extending his hand for Paul to take. He let it hang in the air for a moment, eyes trying to remain unflinching against his. After only a second, the man broke eye contact. He reluctantly took Rio’s hand and shook it, his palm sweaty and warm.

“Who is this?” Erica questioned after she realized no one was going to introduce him.

“Oh, um...sorry. This is Rio.” You replied shakily, looking at him as if trying to convince yourself that he wasn’t a figment of your imagination.

He noticed your nervousness and rested his left hand on your bare knee, gently squeezing in silent reassurance. He felt you relax immediately, your body uncoiling beside his and once again seeking out his touch.

“Nice to meet you.” Rio smoothly directed to Erica, taking her offered hand. She smiled back in return, her lips painted a vivid pink. It was a harsh shade and one that made her look like she’d been playing dress-up. He knew from the comments you’d made to him that Erica was not the woman you’d caught Paul with during your marriage. It’d been someone different. Someone from his firm. But you’d quickly pieced together that there had been many throughout the years. All slightly younger and the exact opposite to you in appearance.

Rio let his eyes covertly take in the woman across from him. She wasn’t unattractive. But she also wasn’t someone he’d ever think about leaving you for.  

“You’ve met Paul. And this is Erica.” You stated, hand gesturing to the uncomfortable-looking couple across the table.

Rio nodded in their direction, Paul’s stare still unmoving. He sat straight and rigidly, the arm that sat around Erica’s shoulders now taut and awkward looking. He found satisfaction in that. He let his own arm rest comfortably across your shoulders, his fingers dancing along your upper arm in soothing patterns. He felt you shiver in response.

“We didn’t know you were coming.” Erica said with a smile, giggling for whatever reason.

“Oh yeah, last minute change of plans.” He propped his chin into his hand and met your eyes, seeing the relief in them.

You’d told him about the dinner three nights ago when he’d been at your house. He was in your bed, lounging against the headboard after he’d fucked you on the stairs. And then once again on the dining table. You were checking your phone, mumbling curses to yourself when he’d asked you what was wrong. You’d complained about your ex and how he was now suggesting a dinner alone with you and his fiancé to “talk some things over”. The whole thing seemed innocuous enough to him, but you’d insisted Paul had an ulterior motive, which according to you, never meant anything good. You’d been worried ever since. Anxious about having dinner alone with them and dreading the reason he wanted to meet.

Rio had funneled the information out, not giving it much thought because your ex was none of his business. But something had struck him the night before when you’d called. He’d been going over some of his books, mind completely focused on numbers, when his phone rang. You were in the bathtub, voice tinged with ease and alcohol. Just wanted to hear your voice, you’d said. And for some unknown reason, that sliver of vulnerability made his chest feel tight. He hadn’t stopped thinking about it since.

The newest development in your situation was slow-going. After that night in his car and the semi-proclamation of feelings, you’d both taken cues from the other, waiting for someone to speak up and declare...something. None of that had happened though. What had happened was amazing sex on the regular and sporadic outings to dine. He preferred not to call them dates because they really hadn’t been. They were usually moments right after a round of rigorous sex when neither of you had eaten. It was usually a decision agreed upon mutually and without fanfare. Just two people who were hungry and accompanying the other. The barest of human needs. Just like the sex. It was satiation.

But even he knew that there was an underlying current of unsaid words. Which is why your tipsy admission had startled him. For so long you’d both denied what was so obvious. It was practically a subconscious act now. And he realized, as long as he let you dictate the speed, you’d come to him. As long as he didn’t push or ask for more, you’d show up. And you had. So now, so was he.

“Something to drink?” The waiter asked, interrupting the tense moment.

“Vodka on the rocks, please.” Rio replied, the waiter nodding and disappearing into the fray.

“So, Rio…” Paul finally spoke up, clearing his throat as he straightened his tie. It seemed he’d found his voice. “I take it you don’t actually deal with home plumbing.” He said the sentence snidely and with a poignant glance in your direction. “So what is it that you do?” He finished, swirling the amber liquid in his glass.

He could feel you tense up beside him.

“I own a couple of businesses.”

“What kind of businesses?” Paul retorted, an eyebrow raised in doubt.

“The kind that do business.”

A moment of silence stretched out as Paul took in the nonanswer. Rio could see the wheels working in his head, see him weighing the pros and cons of arguing with him on the matter. The man opened his mouth, more than likely to continue to probe, but Erica beat him to the punch.

“How’d you guys meet?” She implored with an excited gleam, clearly hoping for a magical meet-cute moment that had never happened.

“Bar bathroom.” Rio said with a smug smile, enjoying the sputtered cough you expelled.

“He means outside of a bar bathroom. We sorta ran into each other.” You hastily lied, biting into your lip when his arm shifted off your shoulders and under the table, landing on your knee once again. He let his palm glide over the swatch of skin afforded to him by your dress, feeling your thighs clench together the higher he got.

“That’s adorable.” Eric chimed in, a genuine smile plastered on her pink lips. The same couldn’t be said for Paul, who looked as if he’d tasted something bitter.

Rio snickered because nothing about what either of you had been doing in the time since you’d met was adorable. It was the exact opposite. And he thrived off of it.

He turned his attention on you, hovering close to your ear, his fingers trailing along your inner thigh as he ignored the other diners at the table. “You good, mama?” He rasped, knowing what the action did to you.

Your eyes weren’t on him. They were shifting anxiously between Paul and Erica, concerned with the proximity of his lips and hand. Of course, they couldn’t see his arm disappearing beneath your dress, but they did notice the intimacy of the moment. Erica’s eyes looked on in admiration while Paul’s darted to anywhere but the two of you.

“Yeah.” You breathlessly replied, your own hand coming to rest on his. You squeezed and then set your gaze on his, reassuring him.

“You sure?”

His eyes flicked to your mouth, the flesh wet from both your lipstick and your tongue. He licked his own as he got lost in thoughts of tasting you.

You nodded, your eyes following the movements of his tongue, seemingly just as entranced as he was.  

The moment was shattered with the waiter bringing Rio’s drink and taking food orders. It was for the better. He couldn’t very well fuck you on the table, though he’d save that fantasy for nights when he couldn’t have you.

Everyone kept the conversion polite and vague, choosing to stay away from certain topics. It was rigid and uncomfortable for everyone involved, unsurprisingly so. The subject transitioned to the kids, upcoming events and appointments being the main points. The food arrived and Rio busied himself with eating an exquisite dinner. The food was delicious and he had a fleeting thought about investing into something like this. He owned the bar and had arrangements with other small businesses, but he’d been hesitant to enter the restaurant realm. It was tricky. There were always new places offering something no other eatery could. He’d have to get with the owner, Joel Pinet. Rio knew him from around the neighborhood. His own bar was only a couple of blocks away and he’d met Joel on more than one occasion, the man a regular in his establishment.

“What’d you mean you won’t be here this summer?”

Your question brought him back to the moment, the irritation in your voice making him alert. His dark eyes settled on Paul as he twirled his fork in his pasta. The action annoyed Rio.

“Erica and I are going to Europe over the summer.”

“He promised to take me.” She chimed in, giddy and blissfully unaware of the anger mounting between the exes.

Your narrowed gaze bounced between the two, your irritation palpable. You were stiff as your spine straightened against the booth. “What about the kids? The summer is when they have time with you. They look forward to it.”

Paul raised his hand in a placating gesture and Rio noticed how your lips pinched together in response, as if physically restraining yourself from saying something. You were a better person than he was. The man across from him was barely that, and barely one that deserved your attention, much less the wasted love of a ruined marriage.

“I’ll make it up to them. But we’ve had this trip planned for months.”

“And you didn’t think to tell me that?”

“Because I knew how you’d react.”

“Yeah, because the summer is your time, Paul.”

Paul sighed, as if frustrated with your reasonable argument. “So we’ll switch. You’ve had to have my help with alternating weekends when stuff comes up.”

“For work. Not a trip to fucking Europe.” You seethed, voice low but spewing with venom.

Rio only looked on, silently admiring your ability to not beat the guy’s ass. He deserved it. He was a piece of shit husband and an even bigger piece of shit father.

“The kids will be fine. We’ll be gone for a few weeks and then they can come stay with us for the remainder of the summer.” He brushed off your concerns, seeing no real issue with forgoing time with his children to peruse foreign streets.

Rio scoffed at the boldness. The action didn’t go unnoticed.

“Something to say?” Paul directed at him, his chest posturing in a show of male dominance.

Rio laughed lowly, amused by the man’s antics. How you’d ever ended up with someone like that was a mystery to him. After seeing your determination, your fire, Rio had been enthralled. He’d recognized something raw inside of you. Something that matched him. Outwardly, you appeared to be opposites. Strangers from two different worlds. But inside you were more alike than either of you really understood. There was something waiting to be uncaged within you. Waiting for a reason to be unleashed. He was going to get you there. Because you deserved to see your potential, even if the bitch of a man across from you didn’t.

“Nah man...you clearly got the situation under control.” Rio taunted, the sarcasm dripping from his words. He clenched his jaw and swallowed, two sets of eyes watching the bird at his throat move. It was his own alpha display. His own performance of just who king dick was. And it wasn’t your ex.  

When it was clear that Paul wasn’t going to rise to the occasion, Rio drained the last of his drink and turned to face you. He lowered his lips to your ear and spoke so only you could hear.

“You ready to go, darlin’?”

“Yeah.” You said with a sharp nod of your head, chin held high in reproach towards the man opposite you.

Rio stood, grabbing his jacket and helping you slide out of your seat. His eyes never wavered from Paul’s as he did. You smoothed out your dress, clutching your purse and not bothering to acknowledge the couple at all. He dug into his pocket for his wallet and made a show of grabbing a few crisp hundred dollar bills. He pulled out two and threw them on the table.

“Dinner’s on me. Keep the change, yeah?” He offered with a smirk, letting his hand come to rest on your lower back. He led you away, keeping his touch secured to you as you stepped into the night.

You released a sigh immediately and then inhaled, eyes closing as if centering yourself. He watched you closely, wondering if he’d see tears in your eyes when you opened them. Instead, he saw amusement. A laugh erupted from your throat, your chest shaking as the volume grew with each passing second. He only watched, entertained by the sound. For the first time that evening, he let his eyes trail along your body. Your dress was black and velvet, hitting just below the knee. There was a small slit up the side, exposing the smooth flesh of your thigh. A tie was cinched around your waist, accentuating your figure, while short sleeves helped stave off the chill in the air. The entirety of you was elegant...captivating, and far too striking to be meeting up with your ex-husband for dinner.

Your laughter died down when you noticed his gaze. You stepped towards him, holding your purse in front of you so that your cleavage pulled his focus. He licked his lips and waited as you crowded his space, your perfume swirling into a fog around him. He studied your face, noting the tiny details he often overlooked. You were beautiful, a fact that never went unnoticed by him, but sometimes he forgot just how much. And he wondered if you’d always been this attractive or if it was just the blinding haze of attraction that made him think so. Either way, he didn’t really care. It didn’t change how much he ached to fuck you.

“How’d you know where I’d be?”

“I got my ways.” He offered, taking in the way your lashes fluttered at him. It was a familiar tell. One he’d come to associate with you flat on your back and gazing up at him, usually with his cock buried to the hilt inside of you.

“Thank you.” You whispered, sobering for a second so that he could read the honesty across your features. There was that vulnerability again. And his chest tightened just as it had the previous night.

“No problem.”

You took a step back and waited as he began to follow you to your car. You’d parked along the side of the building and he noted how full the lot still was. You halted once you noticed his SUV next to your car, stopping at the bumper and turning to face him.

“Your car?” You asked, nodding in the direction of the black G Wagon.

He wordlessly nodded, once again using the moment to appreciate the way your dress hugged your frame. He appraised your black heels and the deep red polish that adorned your toes, remembering that last time he’d seen you they’d been a light pink. He waited and watched as you walked to the passenger side of his car, fitting yourself in the space between the two vehicles.

“How tinted are your windows?” You asked, the innocence in your words making him suspicious. “Like no one can see in kind of tinted?”

You stared at him as you waited for his reply, biting your bottom lip in a way that could only be described as seductive.

“Yeah, why?”

You grinned, pleased with his answer. His face remained expressionless as you looked around the lot, the area void of other people. You slowly reached under your dress, careful not to expose yourself. Your hands disappeared under the skirt and then reappeared a second later, a scrap of dark green lace trailing down your legs. Your gaze stayed on him as you stepped out of the underwear and dangled them on your fingers, a proud grin making its way onto your lips. You flung the panties in his direction and he caught them against his chest.

“Open the door.” You softly demanded, gesturing to the rear passenger seat.

Rio let your words hang in the air, taking satisfaction in seeing you begin to squirm. There was doubt in your eyes, like perhaps he’d turn you down. You hadn’t caught on to the fact that he could do no such thing.

He took mercy on you, figuring you’d had enough unease for the night and found the key in his jacket pocket, hitting the button. The lights of the car flashed as the vehicle unlocked itself. You sent him a playful smile as you got in without another word, the door closing behind you with a resounding echo. He chuckled and shook his head, biting his lip as he pocketed your panties and walked to the other side of the vehicle. He got in, sliding in next to you and discarding his jacket along the way. He seated himself in the middle and you immediately straddled his lap. His hands found their way under your dress, skimming the soft planes of your thighs.

“So that’s what it takes, huh?” He whispered against your lips, leaning into your touch that ran along the back of his neck.

“What?”

“Me being a dick to your ex. That’s what it takes.” He supplied, hands gliding further under your dress until they began massaging your ass. You moaned at the sensation, eyes fluttering shut as you ground down onto his crotch.

“Takes a little more than that.” You insisted, your hips rocking against his in a sensual rhythm.

“Let me see.” He gruffly commanded, chin angling to the hem of your dress that was bunched around your thighs.

You stilled your hips and did as he requested, lifting the fabric and exposing your bare slit to his hungry eyes. He could see the evidence of your arousal, even in the dark. Your pussy glistened in the muted light of the night, swollen and needy for him like aloe to a scathing burn. He reached forward and ran his index finger along your opening, making you jump at the contact. He instantly became drenched in you, the clear stickiness coating his finger. Your hips searched for a firmer hand, wordlessly begging him to slip past your lips.

“You seem plenty wet for me already, ma.” He taunted, letting his finger press against your clit. You gasped and bit your lip, nails digging into the tops of his shoulders.

“Rio...please,” You pleaded, chasing his touch every time it disappeared from your body.

His dick twitched at the sound of his name falling from your parted lips. It was something you’d only recently started doing, using his name in bed. He was addicted to the sound of it. You always said it with desperation and longing, usually while clinging to him in trembling pleasure.

“What do you need?”

You gripped his wrist and directed his finger into your waiting walls in response. He was  overcome with heat and slick immediately. You both released moans that signaled just what it did to you to be so intimately joined.

“That what you need, baby?” He added another finger while his thumb continued to massage your clit. He could feel you clench around him, nipping at your chin as your moans turned to whimpers.

“More.”

“Let me see all of you.” He ordered, his free hand pulling at the neckline of your dress.

You dutifully obeyed, pulling your arms out of the garment and slipping it down to rest around your waist. The same shade of green that had adorned your lower half also encased your breasts, the lace affording him glimpses of your hardened nipples. He curled his fingers inside of you in reciprocation, reaching up to mouth at your neck. Your hands held him to you, running along his scalp and sending bolts of electricity straight to his dick. He shifted his hips in search of friction, feeling the warmth from between your thighs calling to him.

“Feel good?”

“Yes…” You breathed, unclasping your bra and hurriedly pulling the lace away. He followed your lead and trailed wet kisses across your flesh, his tongue reaching out to taste you. You pushed your chest into him in return.

“You can take more, right mama?” He urged, not bothering to wait for your answer. He added another finger, his movements speeding up as he reached that sweet spot deep within.

“Fuck, fuck…” You cursed, riding his fingers while he sucked at your nipple.

He worked your body like a fine-tuned car, hitting each switch with expert precision. He could read your face, gauge the tension in your limbs the further he brought you to the edge. His guilty pleasure was watching you cum, watching you uninhibited and practically blessing his very existence. He knew if he flicked his wrist more to the left and pressed down on your clit at the same time that you’d call out his name. He knew if he bit down on your breast he’d be rewarded with your pussy fluttering around him. He knew if he told you how good you looked, how good you felt, you’d cum...and hard.

“You look so good like this. Like you belong to me.” He praised. You gasped, throwing your head back, and he knew you were close. “Who gets you like this? Who makes you feel this good?”

“You do.”

“That’s right. No one else.” He affirmed, thrusting his fingers as rapidly as he could at that angle. The muscles in your thighs twitched as you came, tightening around his fingers in a way that made him long for it to be his dick instead. He let you ride out the ecstasy, your body rocking into the stiffness pressed along his zipper. Your head was thrown back, your mouth agape as a litany of cries and moans filtered through the air. He could make out the rasp of his name amongst the sounds. He could feel the surge of moisture as it slid down his hand. You were enraptured; a victim to his touch.

He waited until your body had stilled, the aftershocks having long passed, before he slipped from your clutches. He caught your hooded gaze and slowly took his slickened fingers into his mouth, your essence exploding onto his tongue. He savored you, taking in the way your chest expanded with each breath. Your fingers curled into his shirt and dragged along his chest, your hips dropping down to grind into him. He barely had enough time to remove his fingers before you were pulling his lips to yours. Your tongue coaxed his into your mouth and he could taste the remnants of the wine you’d drank. The alcohol mixed with you, creating an erotic elixir, one that had him intoxicated. He hissed against your lips, bucking his hips when you unzipped his pants and licked your palm in a show of lustful desire.

“I need you. Inside.” You panted between kisses, situating your pussy over him as you stroked his throbbing flesh.

Rio slid his hand up between your breasts and grasped your neck, feeling your pulse jump. He tilted your chin towards him and ensured your eyes were nowhere else but on him.

“Put me in. Go slow.” He squeezed his fingers around your throat as you moved, angling the head of his cock along your folds. You released a shaky breath as you eased him into you, gaze not wavering. He rested against the seat as he took in the view, licking his lips. He tsked and maneuvered your chin back in position when your eyes began to close, the fullness of him stretching you tight.

“Keep going, mama. All of it.”

You held his forearm, the one still attached to your neck, as you bottomed out, your ass finally meeting his thighs. Your pussy sucked him, walls gripping him with an unforgiving strength. You both remained still, relishing the myriad of sensations that assaulted your restless bodies.

“Touch yourself.”

You worked your hands over his arm, cupping your breasts at his request. Your movements mirrored his, matching the force and pressure of how he usually touched you. He was transfixed by you. Utterly lost in the way your body begged for him and still wanted more. He respected your greediness. Could understand the need for more once a craving had been satisfied. It was the business he was in. He was an expert on the matter. And he’d deliver for you.

His left hand dug into the flesh of your ass in a show of impatience. You caught on and started to move, leaning down to nibble at his throat. Your pace was languid, almost lazy as you swiveled your hips. Each down thrust had you rubbing your clit along his pelvic bone, triggering your pussy to spasm.

“Rio...”

There was a warning in your tone. He could hear it clearly as you bounced on his cock, the plea almost drowned out by the slapping of bodies.

“Shit, already?” He asked, somewhat surprised at the rate at which your body was responding to him. He let both of his hands fall to your ass, directing you forward so that he could thrust. You whimpered into his ear as his hips pushed up and into you, hitting deep. You clamped down around him, making him squeeze his eyes shut.

“Right there. Don’t stop.” You gasped, face buried into his neck as he slapped your ass. The hit made you convulse. So he did it again.

The closing in of your walls made him double his efforts. He secured his arm around your waist and held you steady. He kept your pussy at his desired angle as he fucked you, hearing that hitch in your breath that let him know you were on the cusp of orgasm.

“M’gonna cum.” You slurred, primal lust making the words run together. His dick swelled inside of you, his balls tightening with every desperate breath you expelled. He could feel that familiar tingle at the base of his spine start to expand, signaling to him what was coming next. He worked his hand between your bodies, gathering moisture and ravaging your clit. You jerked in surprise, yelping when his touch didn’t retreat or ease up.

“Too much.”

“Nah, you take it, ma. You take it and you cum for me.” Rio provoked, forcing you to abide by his commands.

Seconds later you were doing as he said once again, cumming on his cock with a force that made him grit his teeth. Your body shuddered as barely intelligible words floated from your lips. You nuzzled further into him while he continued to chase his own release. He dug his fingers into your hips and thrust, the rapid speed making the car sway. He could already tell the windows were fogged up, the stench of sex permeating the air. You were boneless as you sat astride him, your soft moans of residual pleasure going straight to his dick, luring him off the edge.

“Fuck,” He growled, feeling the eletric shocks of climax start to claim him. He closed his eyes and buried his face into the crook of your neck, teeth biting down into the otherwise unblemished skin. He held you firm as he emptied his cum and filled you, rivulets already beginning to spill from your connected bodies. His chest moved with the rapid beats of his heart as the entire moment culminated into a drug-level euphoria.

Minutes ticked by as you both struggled to catch your breath and calm your racing hearts. Rio felt you ghost a kiss along his jaw; a low, satisfied laugh making him smirk.

“You think anyone heard us?” You asked, beginning to shift in his arms.

Beyond the fogged windows, the lot was still without people. But who knew who’d walked by in the meantime. The SUV wasn’t necessarily equipped to withhold sound, though it could cause a bullet to ricochet.

“Probably.” He let you sit up, eyes falling to your still naked chest. You both seemed to have an affinity for fucking in public spaces.

You eased forward to kiss him, the action much more intimate than it’d been moments ago. Your fingers trailed along his jaw and combed through his facial hair, a gesture he secretly loved. His own hands skimmed your back, eliciting shivers that radiated down your body.

“I didn’t ask you to do this.” You whispered once you’d pulled away, eyes imploring him to understand what you meant.

He did. He knew what this kind of gesture meant. He’d been truthful in confessing his want for you. It was a selfish need. Something that grew because you’d continuously denied him. And then it’d shattered before it’d even had a chance to become anything. And during that time he’d admitted to himself that he was willing to compromise. To follow your rules. And as a boss who ran his own shit by his own decree, it was difficult to come to terms with. But he’d done it. Why? Because something told him it’d be worth it. Whether for the great sex or the companionship.

Time would tell.

He ran his finger along your cheek, observing the way you fell into the touch. “You didn’t have to.” He assured you, meaning every word.

“Thank you.”

“You already thanked me, darlin’.”

“Well, thank you again.” You smiled, pressing your chest to his.

“Call it even.” He joked, gesturing to the state of your bodies still twisted around each other.

“Let’s get some pizza.” You suggested suddenly, pulling the sleeves of your dress back up, sans bra.

He laughed at both your words and the fact that you were getting dressed with his dick still sheathed inside you. “You hungry?”

“I didn’t get to finish my dinner.” You reminded him, retying the tassel around your waist. His hands sluggishly skimmed your thighs, stopping to squeeze whenever you suddenly straightened. “Oh, what about that food truck you took me to last week? The one with the fried mac and cheese?”

Rio took in your enthusiasm, finding it endearing. He didn’t have to use words to figure out where your head was at in all this. It was written on your face. In your voice. Beaming from your eyes and seeping from your pores. And like so many other things between you, it would go unsaid. For now. Because that’s just how it was. And maybe it was fucked up. But it didn’t invalidate any of the chemistry between you. Words just...weren’t needed. And that was sort of how it had always been.

“I got you.” He assured, patting your ass as he did. You beamed at him, not knowing that his words ran much deeper than a meal.

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Vacation

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Pairing: Avengers x BlackFem!Reader

Warning: Swearing, A tipsy reader, Fluff maybe?

Summary: the avengers finally have a break off from avenging the world. The first place they go for vacation? Maui Hawaii.

A/N: You guys liking my content means a lot💜💜. when writing one-shots why don't people put oufits? i wanna see wtf i be wearing since im y/n!😂 I got some long faux locs in my hairrr sooo ykk i had to put it in here🙂

Y/N stood in the kitchen pouring coconut rum into a drink that she found a recipe for on google. It was called a mermaid cocktail and it looked like something she could get away with, without any of her family members saying something. "I'm so ready to drink this, it looks so good." She mumbled stirring the rum mixture.

She is 23 years old but the team still treats her like a little kid. As of right now, everyone was taking a nap from their huge lunch. All those missions they work was eventually stressing them out so Y/N took it upon herself to plan a vacation for them. She rented out a huge beach house for them. Best idea everr!!

Seeing the smiles on their face made her feel so content with her main priorities being happy. "What are you making?" Loki's voice said from behind her. Y/N gave him a big toothy grin. "Oh, nothingggg!"

"You're up to no good, I know you are." Loki raised an eyebrow at her turquoise-looking drink. "I'm not going to even ask." He sat down at the island, shaking his head. Y/N could feel something was off with him. She put the pitcher in the refrigerator, then sat beside him in the chair.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm thinking Y/N."

"About? We're on vacation Loki, we can think when we're back at the tower doing boring missions." Y/N stared at his jet black hair, having the urge to run her fingers through it.

"No, you can't touch my hair." Loki knew exactly what she was thinking. Y/N pout her bottom lip, squinting her eyes. "That's not what I was going to do. Anyway, what are you thinking about?"

"I feel out of place. I just know they are still mad with me from the events of New York." Loki buries his face in his hands. "I want to go back to Asgard, I know they'll rather want me there than here."

Y/N removed his hands."What makes you think that Loki? If none of wanted you here then I wouldn't have told you about this trip. " She giggled making him let a small smile creep on his face. "You're right where you belong and if anyone isn't happy about you being here then just know that Thor and I are ecstatic to have you here. I'm glad you came, means a lot to me."

"Means a lot to know that you want me here Y/N." Loki's small smile went to a big one. Y/N slowly moved her hand to his hair. He watched her slow movement in amusement "No Y/N." She huff playfully giving up.

"Fine, I'll try another time but I'm happy that I made you smile. You're way easier than Bucky's serious ass. Now that's out the way, it's hot girl summer so no sadness from no oneee!!" Y/N exaggerated getting out of the chair going back over to the refrigerator. She pulled out that now cold pitcher, chugging down the concoction.

"Did I hear Y/N say something about a hot girl summer?" Steve rubbed his eyes while he walked downstairs. Y/N rubbed her mouth from the leftover drink on her lips. Steve furrowed his eyebrows at the now half-empty pitcher. "What's that?"

"Nothing! Don't even stick your nose in it." Y/N put the pitcher back. Steve looked at Loki who just shrugged his shoulders with confusion still written on his face. Y/N placed a rushed kiss on their cheek so they wouldn't smell the amount of alcohol she just consumed. "I'm going to get ready so we can go to the beach. Steve wake everyone up for me please so we can leave in the next 30 minutes."

"Okay Y/N," Steve replied ready to question her but she was already up the stairs. 20 minutes later Y/N had music blasting from the speakers while she ready. From that consumption of alcohol, it kicked in about 10 minutes after she got ready. She was only tipsy, maybe. Y/N couldn't focus because she kept giggling at everything.

"Damn why is everything so funny!" Y/N said getting mad at herself. Her long black faux locs flowed down her back after she struggled to place them in a high ponytail. Meaning she broke 3 hair ties and gave the hell up.

"Y/N we're waiting on you!" Tony yelled up the stairs but Y/N waved him off. She grabbed her purse, pausing the music. Tripping over her feet a bit, she made her way downstairs. Bucky caught a glimpse and instantly spoke up.

"Oh hell no Y/N. Go change."

She waved him off too, purposely ignoring him. "I'm readyyyy". Tony crossed his arms over his chest.

"Yeah, I'm going to have to agree with Barnes. Y/N that isn't a swimsuit, that's two pieces of cloths."

Thor smiled, "I like it Y/N and since I like it, we can leave." He picked up a beach chair but everyone yelled no in protest except Natasha. Thor rolled his eyes sitting the chair down. Loki moved her hair aside, closing the white and blue shirt that she wore.

"Now you need a hair thingy to keep it close."Y/N smacked his hand away lightly, going over to the kitchen to find some chips. "Y/N why aren't you saying anything?" Bucky followed still upset about her outfit.

"Her outfit is fine guys. Let's go because you guys are over exaggerating." Natasha placed her shades on her face. "I got your back Y/N!"

"It's not fine, she's showing too much," Steve said being overprotective. Still not phased, Y/N nodded her head from the kitchen. " That's why you my bitch, thank you!" Everyone was shocked by her choice of words. Bucky grabbed her waist.

"Y/N are you drunk?"

Y/N giggled,"A lady never drinks, she sipssss." She dragged out the s, kissing his nose. Bucky pressed his lips together, getting his answer.

"Guys she's drunk!"

Groans went around the room. Steve was in realization,"Ohhh so that was what she was drinking when I came downstairs earlier."

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"And it's hard to keep my cool

When other bitches tryna get with my dude and

When other chickens tryna get in my coop

'Cause you're a one in a million

There ain't no man like you"

Y/N belt out the lyrics to Streets for the 13th time while Bucky held her in his arms while they were in the ocean. They had been at the beach for 30 minutes, and a biker went by playing that song in her speakers. Y/N haven't let go of the song since.

"Y/N if you sing the same lyrics one more time, I swear I'm going to drop you." Bucky scolded while she gripped his shoulder tighter. Y/N placed her head on his chest, the sun was getting rid of her drunkness. She was tired since she didn't take a nap like everyone else plus Bucky's heartbeat and the sound of the oceans was calming her down. "Sorry! It's stuck in my mind."

Steve, Tony, Loki, and Thor played on the beach with water guns. Natasha laid in the sun, getting a tan. Per Y/N's request, Bucky was in the water holding Y/N close. She was surprised that he even agreed to it.

"Bucky?"

"Yes Y/N?"

"I'm tired."

"I figured, let's get you out the water." Bucky turned around to walk back to the shore. Y/N just snuggled more to his chest. "Bucky?"

Bucky’s voice held slight annoyance, thinking she was playing."What is it Y/N?"

"I'm glad you came on this trip, I know this past year had been so hard on you and I thought this trip would help ease your mind. Plus I got to know you better, that’s a bonus.”

“Yeah at first, I didn’t want to come but I couldn’t turn down seeing you in a bikini.” Bucky laughed making Y/N laugh as well hitting his chest lightly. “Bucky!”

“What? I’m being honest. I just rather for only my eyes to see.”

“You’re such a flirt.”

“You going to have to get used to it. But for real though, this trip made me not think about things that's been haunting my mind. Coming on here was the best idea.”

“I’m glad I could help with that.” She tapped his shoulder for him to stop. He placed Y/N on her feet. “I’ve come up with the best plan though.”

Bucky narrowed his eyes, “What’s the plan?”

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Y/N made herself sink underwater. Bucky waited a couple seconds before putting on his best acting voice. “Guys! Guys! Y/N she’s drowning!” Natasha stood at the shore, looking out at the water in concern. The team wasted no time running in the water.

“What?!?”

“What happened??!?”

“Oh god, Y/N?!”

“Shit!”

Steve was Y/N's victim, he hunched over in her area of the water. Bucky pulled at the ends of his hair keeping the act going. “She was doing alright until I couldn’t hear her anymore.” Y/N lurched up grabbing Steve by the neck, pulling him in the water.

Bucky's face of distress turned into humor. “Steve she got you good!” Both Y/N and Steve appeared out of the water. Y/N was laughing so hard she was clutching her stomach. Loki found it amusing while Tony, Steve, and Thor didn’t.

“That was a good one Y/N.”

“Don’t listen to Loki Y/N. You had us worried!”Thor huffed and Steve nodded his head in agreement.

“Yeah! I thought something really happened to you.”

“I’m sorry guys.” Y/N snorted trying to contain her laughter. “It’s not my fault, it’s Bucky. He came up with the idea. You guys should’ve seen Steve’s face when I came out of the water.”

Steve mocked her laugh, “Ha Ha Ha. It’s not funny.” Bucky held his hand in defense trying not to laugh as well. “It’s not mine! This was all her idea.”

“Capsicle is right, it’s not funny. Don’t scare me like that again.” Tony scolded her, he held out his arms. “Now come give me a hug so I can feel better.” Y/N gave him a hug, that humorous smile not leaving her face. When she tried to pull away, Tony held a grip. She realized.

“TONY!”

He laughed leaning forward and they both fell in the water. Soon it turned into a big splashing war between everyone, they were having so much fun.

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At 7:28 p.m. both Y/N and Bucky walked back to the beach for dinner. The restaurant they chose for tonight’s dinner was there. Since Y/N is over the planning for the vacation and Bucky is attached to her hip, they were at dinner first.

“I know the wait is going to be minute so sit down while I talk to the hostess.” She reassured him. Bucky looked at her kind of worried because he wasn’t comfortable with crowds yet. She squeezed his hand, “You’re okay.”

Bucky nodded his head reluctantly. Y/N walked off to make sure this restaurant gave them a private table away from the crowd, preferably on the beach. After about 10 minutes of talking, something just told her to turn around. It was some woman that looked around Y/N’s age steadily talking to Bucky even though he looked so uncomfortable.

“Hold on one sec.” Y/N held a finger-walking away, not even waiting on the hostess's response. Y/N quiet appearance kinda scared them both. “Excuse me. Hi!”

The woman looked at Y/N with attitude. “Um, why are you speaking to me?”

Y/N took a deep breath to calm down. “ I’m speaking to you because you’re talking to my boyfriend and you obviously see him uncomfortable.” It was for the sake of the moment. Bucky and Y/N aren’t together, just a few flirts here and there. But since Y/N knew this bitch couldn’t take a hint she said, boyfriend.

“You might have him confused for”

Y/N cut her off, “No I don’t have him confused for no one. That’s my boyfriend so get your desperate ass out of his face before I embarrass you in front of everyone. We don’t want that do we? Now walk away miss.”

The woman turned her nose up walking away without saying another word. Once she was out of sight, Bucky visibly relaxed. “Thank you so much Y/N. She wouldn’t stop talking and my a-anxiety was getting bad because I didn’t know her and...” He shook his leg. Y/N sat beside him giving him a hug.

“Hey hey calm down, it’s okay now. I could see she made you uncomfortable. I wasn’t going to stand there and let her continue to do that.”

“Thank you Y/N.”

“Anything for you Bucky.” Y/N kissed his forehead then she stood up, holding out her hand. “Now let’s go get this table because I did cut the hostess off coming to help you.”

Bucky laughed grabbing her hand. As they walked back over to the stand, realization hit Bucky. He smirked.

“So I’m your boyfriend now?”

Y/N rolled her eyes playfully, “No Bucky, it was in the heat of the moment.”

“What if I was to ask you out?”

“In your dreams Bucky.”

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This took longer to write then what it supposed to be.

Hope you guys like it 🥰, I was trying to include a Loki moment because I’m starting to like him more.

Stay slutty my friendsss!

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If I Fell For You (Part 3) - A Moment

Summary: Jensen is away from home for a few days but isn’t having the easiest time being away from the kids for the first time since the accident. When he returns home, he has a gala to attend on Saturday night but a kiss on the cheek and slip of the tongue will snowball into the reader and Jensen sharing a moment...

Masterlist

Pairing: Jensen x nanny!reader

Word Count: 6,100ish

Warnings: language, death of a spouse, death of a parent, anxiety, self-worth problems, referenced past harassment

A/N: I love this part so much for so many reasons. Please enjoy!

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“Hi Jensen,” you asked Monday night when your phone rang. “How was your flight earlier?”

“Same old same old. I just got out of work,” he said with a yawn. “Gonna grab a bite out with a friend. Kids eat dinner okay?”

“We had honey sriracha glazed salmon with brussel sprouts and roasted red potatoes.”

“Really?”

“They had kraft mac and cheese and I had Taco Bell.”

“See this is why I like you,” he chuckled.

“I’ll try the salmon again tomorrow. I was gonna make it but they didn’t have any at the store,” you said, opening the fridge and taking out a pint of ice cream. “Hey can I have what’s left of this mint ice cream?”

“Sure. Pick some more up for me sometime before friday please,” he said. “Also, Taco Bell? You do realize we live in freaking Austin right. There are literally hundreds of places you can go that have better mexican food.”

“Yeah but fake cheese tastes good,” you said. He laughed and your stomach rumbled. “I so should have gotten more than two tacos.”

“You in the kitchen?” he asked. You hummed and you heard him let out an oof in the background.

“Yeah. You alright?”

“This bed in my hotel room is comfy,” he said. “But I was starting to say, go in the drawer at the end of the counter by the table. There’s only five hundred gajillion take out menus in there. Order a treat for yourself. It’s on me.”

“Jensen. I can get my own dinner.”

“True but you’re on call 24/7 until I get back.”

“Well in that case I bet you got a menu for a fancy steakhouse in here somewhere,” you teased as you picked up one for a tex mex looking restaurant. “Does this place really have quesadillas this big?”

“You must be looking at the menu on top. I almost ordered from there last week actually. The food’s great. They do delivery too. Just buzz the guy into the gate when they get there.”

“Any recommendations?” you asked, taking out the menu and flipping it over.

“Quesadillas are good. Loaded nachos are amazing. I’ve literally never had a bad thing from there,” he said. “To be honest I’d rather be getting that than where I’m going tonight.”

“Why’s that?” you asked, reading through your options, surprised to find such good prices.

“I have to wear a suit,” he said with a sigh. “After being poked and prodded all day I literally would rather just eat crap and watch food network.”

“How long have you known this friend of yours?” you asked.

“Twenty years, why?”

“Then you guys knew each other when you were young. It’s not too late out there. Call him, see if he’d rather get some crap food, a six pack and just catch up on his couch or in your room. I’m pretty sure he’s more looking forward to seeing an old friend again than the food,” you said.

“You make very good points. I should pay you more,” he said.

“You pay me plenty and barely let me spend a dime of my money on myself,” you said. “I don’t need more.”

“You got that fancy computer though.”

“You literally have the exact same mac in your office.”

“You moved in like three boxes and two computers,” he said.

“An ipad is not a computer,” you said.

“Debatable.”

“Well I like to draw sometimes and it’s easier on an ipad when you’re laying in bed,” you said. 

“Are you any good?” he asked.

“No.”

“I bet they’re really good,” he said as you rolled your eyes. “I see you draw with the kids sometimes and those are good.”

“It’s a hobby is all,” you said, leaning back against the counter, your stomach grumbling again. “Anything else you want me to grab at the store? I’m going to hit it tomorrow while everyone’s at school.”

“Nah. Get the usual stuff,” he said. “The kiddos in bed?”

“Yeah, got the last one down about fifteen minutes ago,” you said. He hummed and you heard the sigh in it. “I got a video of them playing earlier I’ll send you.”

“Thanks. It’s my first night away from them in a long time. Normally I’m able to come back same day. I was kinda hoping they’d still be awake to say goodnight.”

“They’re safe and sound dad. We’ll call again after school tomorrow to talk like today,” you said.

“Yeah,” he breathed out. He was quiet and you pulled the phone away, taking a deep breath. 

“You okay?” 

“I haven’t been alone like this in a really long time.”

“I know. You check out your backpack yet?”

“No. Why?”

“You didn’t bring a jacket with you so I put that yellow hoodie that’s always on the hook in there in case you got cold.”

“That was Dee’s hoodie.”

“I was pretty sure it was,” you said. You heard him shuffle around briefly before he hummed, much happier that time. “I thought you might like to have a piece of...something-”

“I really don’t pay you enough,” he said quietly. “Thanks for putting this in there. I need something from home more than I realized.”

“Well put it on, call up your buddy and have some fun tonight, Ackles. Nanny’s orders.” He laughed and you felt that twinge in your stomach again, your eyes quickly closing.

“I will. Hey you mind if I call again tomorrow night? I don’t have any plans and sitting in a hotel room by myself isn’t very fun.” You smiled and felt heat in your cheeks, quickly thinking it away. He wanted company for a few minutes was all and you were friends. It was completely normal to talk with friends on the phone everyday.

“Of course. As long as you get a dinner in at some point that’s more than fine with me,” you said. “We can talk about The Bachelor!”

“Oh God no,” he groaned, chuckling after a few seconds. “I’ll settle for Grey’s Anatomy.”

“This Is Us?” you asked.

“Supernatural?”

“I haven’t watched that yet. I’m working up to it,” you said. 

“Work faster woman. I only know legit everything about that one,” he chuckled. “But probably not a good idea to watch that one until I get back and you're not alone. First episode is kinda scary.”

“Oh well thanks for that,” you said, watching the clock tick by, knowing it had to be almost seven out there. “I’ll let you go. Have fun tonight Jensen.”

“I will Y/N. Promise.”

Friday Night

“Arrow,” you said after she’d flung her pasta bowl all over herself, covering her hair and face. She sniffled and you forced a smile. “Okay. How about a bath after dinner?”

Fifteen minutes later JJ and Zeppelin were in the movie room watching a cartoon while you had Arrow in the kids bathroom, scooping up some water over her head in the tub.

“Well hello ladies,” you heard behind you. You jumped and spun around, glaring for a moment before you recognized Jensen.

“Just me,” he said, backpack still on his shoulders. 

“Daddy I got ziti all over my head,” she said.

“You did?” he asked, dropping his bag and taking off his jacket, kneeling down next to you. You got the last bit of sauce off and squirted some shampoo in her hair, Jensen watching you with a smile. “How was your day?”

She told him all about breakfast and daycare, playing with a few toy boats with him while you rinsed out the soap. You did a bit of conditioner before getting it out as well and putting the spray nozzle back.

“I got the rest if you wanna get the dryer ready?” he asked you, reaching for the soap. You swapped spots with him, Jensen washing her up while she kept talking about her day. By the time he was all done you had the dryer out and plugged in, Jensen picking her up and wrapping her up in a big bundle of towels before he set her on the counter. You went to work drying her hair, Jensen draining the tub and finding some pajamas for her.

“Do you want your hair up or down, sweetie?” you asked. She tried gathering it up and you grabbed her soft scrunchie perfectly fine for sleeping in from the counter. You put her hair up in a soft little bun, Jensen making an adorable sound when he returned.

“Aw, you look so cute, baby. I’ll be right there alright?” he said. She hopped off the counter and got dressed, rushing off downstairs when she was all done. “Survive the day?”

“Somehow we always do,” you said, gathering up the towels. “Kids are in the movie room.”

“Thanks. I’m gonna shower but we’re all good for the night,” he said. “Thanks for watching them this week.”

“You gotta go do your job,” you said. “You working on a movie or something? You never said.”

“Uh gonna be in a show called The Boys,” he said. “I’m gonna be one of the superheroes so I gotta go out and get my suit made all special for me every so often.”

“You’re gonna be a supe! That’s so fucking cool!” you said. He grinned and you blushed, shaking your head. “I’m so sorry. That was so not appropriate.”

“I don’t see any little ears around,” he chuckled. “You like the show then?”

“Yeah. It’s great. Like no other show consistently makes me go what the fuck did I just see. That’s so cool you get to be a supe though. Are you a one off or like a main character?”

“I’ll be very present in the next season. Gonna deal with the seven, all that,” he said. “I’m gonna be Solider Boy.”

“I can see that. You have that all American boy thing about you.”

“It’s my adorable face,” he teased. 

“Well remember to not stay up too late. You have the gala tomorrow night remember?”

“Yes mom,” he said as you walked out. “Get the kids some takeout for dinner tomorrow and yourself.”

“Sounds good boss,” you said. “Night Jensen.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

The Next Night

You froze from where you were mixing up some brownie batter with JJ at the kitchen counter as Jensen popped downstairs. He was in a gorgeous black suit, a maroon pocket square and no tie going on, his hair scruffier looking than normal.

He started to laugh and you realized you were staring, your cheeks feeling hot as you went back to stirring.

“Mmm, you guys save me a brownie or two for when I get home?” he asked, leaning over and dipping his finger in the bowl of cream cheese frosting.

“We’ll spare one for dad,” you said, Jensen going back for seconds. “Ah, ah. No.”

He dipped his finger in and got another fingerful, kissing the top of JJ’s head and the twins at the counter.

“Be good for Y/N guys!” he called as he rushed out.

You whistled and he jogged back, catching you holding up his phone from the counter.

“Thank you,” he said, taking it and pecking a kiss on your cheek. You looked up at him and he froze. “I am so sorry. I…”

“It’s okay. Go have fun and be all charitable,” you said. He shoved his phone in his pocket and ran out, JJ scratching her head.

“Dad’s kinda weird sometimes,” she said.

“Yeah, he is. But so is everybody,” you said. “Let’s get this in the oven so you guys can pick out colors for your frosting, hm?”

“I really shouldn’t. But I really should,” you said to yourself, plopping your second brownie of the night in a bowl and sticking a scoop of ice cream on top. You carried it over to the couch and lay back, watching TV on the big screen as you heard the door open. Jensen came into view a minute later, taking his jacket off and groaning as he washed up at the sink. He went to the tray of brownies on the counter and picked one up with a big sigh. “Fun night?”

He jumped and whacked his head against the cabinet above, hissing before he spun around.

“You okay?” you asked. He nodded and left the brownie behind, pushing his sleeves up before taking a seat on the other end of the lounger.

“Y/N I’m really sorry about the kiss on the cheek. That was so inappropriate. You’ve kinda implied that there was some stuff that’s happened to you at other jobs you found over the line and I’m really truly sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I wasn’t...I forgot you’re my employee for a moment. I really am sorry.”

“Jensen if I had a problem with it or you or your behavior I would quit on the spot. I don’t let myself get pushed around anymore. You were happy and busy and you pecked a kiss on my cheek, not reach a hand down my pants. It’s really okay. You’re way too hard on yourself.”

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“Positive. It’s barely ten which means you left as soon as you could. You’re supposed to be out having fun,” you said.

“I was kinda freaking out that you hated me,” he said.

“Dude you gotta relax,” you said. “Have a brownie and some ice cream.”

He got up and after a minute took a seat at the other end with a bowl of his own, smiling as he got a taste.

“This is fucking awesome,” he said.

“I know,” you said, Jensen smirking. “Do you feel better now silly boy? I promise that if you ever do anything I find inappropriate I will promptly kick you in the balls.”

“I can agree to that,” he said. He ate for a moment, watching the TV and laying back. “Do you ever like, want to go do things with your friends on a Saturday night? If you do that’s totally cool. These aren’t normal hours anyways.”

“Being a nanny eats up a lot of your social life,” you said. “Kinda got kicked out of my friend group after I broke up with my ex anyways.”

“Well they sound like they suck,” he said.

“Yes, they do,” you said. “I don’t mind so much. I meet plenty of new people through work. Only person you can depend on is yourself and I don’t tend to let myself down.”

“That’s a very lonely way to go through life,” he said.

“It’s not easy to make friends in your thirties,” you said. “Maybe for someone like you who travels and meets new people a lot and stuff but you have like, real friendships. You know?”

“Well we have a real friendship, don’t we? You’re friends with Jared and Rob and Ruthie and Rich,” he said. “I don’t trust just anybody with my kids. That’s real.”

“Yeah,” you said, taking a bite. “So when’s your friend free?”

“Hm?”

“Blind date guy. Maybe he could be a friend if things work out,” you said.

“Oh yeah. He uh, he actually got a gig up in Canada so you might need to wait like a month or so. But he’s excited to meet you,” said Jensen.

“Can I have his number?” you asked. “Or do you think that’d be weird?”

“No, not weird. I think he just kinda wants to do it old school if that’s okay. Meet you first and go from there.”

“This friend of yours better be like super hot,” you said.

“If it’s a problem-“

“I can respect him wanting to do things like that. But I’m gonna want a firm date soon,” you said.

“I’ll make sure to get you one,” he said. “I’ll get it down tomorrow, promise.”

“He better not mind me eating like this either. I ain’t a salad on the first date kinda girl. He’s gonna need to keep up with my eating while were at it,” you said. He snorted in his seat beside you and ran his hand over his face.

“I will keep that in mind. I have occasionally had dessert first truth be told,” he said.

“This is why I like you Ackles. You get my sweet tooth,” you laughed.

“It’s a good thing your dinners are healthy cause I swear I haven’t consumed this many baked goods in months,” he said. “The kids love it and my stomach loves it though.”

“I’m gonna need to start working out though if I keep this up. Oh hey is it okay if I do laps in the pool in the mornings? I’ll be super quiet and stuff.”

“You don’t gotta ask,” he smiled. “Like I said when you started, you got free reign to use the pool, the gym, whatever, aside from my room. You a swimmer?”

“Not really but I hate running and supposedly it’s a good workout or something,” you shrugged, eating another bite of brownie.

“Anything in the gym you’re free to use. I know you must get a little bored sometimes when I’m gone and the kids are,” he said.

“Not bored per say. Ordinarily I would do more chores but you have like a cleaner and a landscaper and you just...give me more time in the day than I’m used to is all. It’s actually great though. It gives me plenty of time to come up with ideas for the kids and stuff.”

“Well as long as you’re taking breaks and your lunch do as you please,” he said, his spoon scraping the bottom of his bowl.

“Now that’s just sad.”

“I really should get another one of these,” he said, sucking the spoon.

“It’s really the only choice you have,” you said. He laughed as he hopped up, skirting back into the kitchen and fixing up another brownie and ice cream combo.

“Hey you want more, Dee?” he asked. You popped your head up and he spun around. “I’m-“

“Don't apologize, Jensen,” you said. He tapped his fingers against the counter and took a deep breath, putting his back to you.

“That’s the second time tonight I’ve done that,” he said. 

“Jensen. There’s nothing wrong with missing your wife.”

“I’m still sorry.”

“You don’t...talk about her much.”

“It was...she wasn’t…” he trailed off. He sat down on a barstool and you got up, walking over and hopping up on the counter beside him. You set your feet in the stool next to his and paused before you put a hand on top of his head and ran your fingers through the short strands. “This shouldn’t have happened to her.”

“Death is the price for living. Pain’s the price for caring. Doesn’t mean it’s not worth it,” you said. You started to move your hand away when he turned his head. 

“Don’t…” he said, easing when you played with it gently again. “That’s always calmed me down since I was a little kid.”

“Someone should take care of you every once in a while you know. Your parents, siblings, friends. Everyone needs a break.”

“I had a lot of help at the beginning. I don’t need a whole day. Just a moment here and there,” he said quietly.

“It’ll be okay, Jensen,” you said. He nodded and you played with his hair a few moments, watching his shoulders ease. This time when you pulled away he smiled up at you. “Better?”

“Yeah. Thank you. That’s not in your job description to do that sort of thing.”

“Well I think your wife would want somebody to watch your back, even for only a minute or two,” you said.

“You don’t have any brain aneurysms I should know about, do you?” he chuckled. 

“No. That what happened?” you asked, a single nod coming from him.

“She was sleeping. Not a bad way to go I was told, you’d never even know,” he said. “Not a fun thing to wake up to in the morning though.”

“My dad had a mass at the back of his head. It was that same kind of thing where one second it’s fine and the next everything’s different deal. It was inoperable. Then he goes and dies from a car accident of all things before it got bad. My mom had a hard time with that.”

“You said she had a boyfriend later on right?” he asked.

“Yeah. I know you’ll be okay, Jensen,” you said. You ruffled his hair and he smiled, a soft look on his face. “Pro tip too from someone who’s been there, kids with a single parent turn out just fine.”

“Do they ever wish they had another parent?” he asked.

“They wish the parent they still have around is happy again someday. They won’t understand until they’re older that it’s a different kind of love between parents. But they’ll know it’s a little different and they’ll hope dad feels better too. Your kids are tough. They’ll be okay too.”

“Thanks, Y/N,” he said. You hopped off the counter and washed up your dish, sticking it in the dishwasher before you went to leave for your room. “So I gotta ask. Who takes care of you?”

“Me?” you asked, pointing to yourself. He shrugged and smiled, your gaze going past him. “I’m all good. I don’t need somebody to take care of me.”

“Liar,” he said softly. “You know my friend tells me everybody needs to be taken care of sometimes.”

“That’s the difference between us Jensen. You’re not like me.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he scoffed, his face scrunching up suddenly.

“It means you’re not on your own and even if you feel like it, it’s only been a little while. You’ll be okay. I’ve been taking care of myself since I was a kid. I don’t need anyone to take care of me.”

“That’s bullshit and you know it.”

“You haven’t lived my life and I haven’t lived yours. Don’t try to tell me that I’m not capable of-”

“It’s not about what you’re capable of. You said pain is part of life, it’s the price for living. You’ve had more than your fair share-”

“Lots of people have it a lot worse.”

“Don’t compare your pain to someone else's. They haven’t lived your life,” he said. You rolled your eyes and started to walk away, Jensen out of his seat and catching up with you in the hall. “You can be taken care of too you know.”

“By who? My non-existent circle of friends? My crappy ex? My mom’s ex boyfriend who’s got his own wife and kids? I am perfectly fine managing all of this by myself. I’ve been doing it for years.”

“You’re so frustratingly annoying,” he said, running his hand over his face. “Me. I’m talking about me. You just...you took care of me tonight. The least I can do is show you the same compassion.”

“No,” you said.

“No? Why not?”

“Because taking care of me turns into you walking into my shower without my permission and you being a dick and this going away and I don’t want you to be those things so no. We’re getting too friendly. Please leave me alone tomorrow.”

You left him in the hall and went down to your area of the house, shutting the door after you. There was quickly a knock and you growled, ripping it open.

“What?” you snapped at him.

“I am not going to hurt you or be a dick to you or whatever else you think. You need to realize in the real world, not everyone is an asshole.”

“You’re the one not living in the real world then, Jensen. Everybody’s an asshole.”

“Fine. I’m an asshole. But I’m not leaving until you say I can take care of you tomorrow. Two minutes is all I’m asking for.”

“This is my part of the house.”

“And technically I am outside your door,” he said. “Why are you so resistant to somebody doing something nice for you?”

“Because I don’t wanna get used to it,” you said. He stared and you shook your head. “You’re attractive and an actor and kind and funny and it’s not a matter of if you date again but when and when that day comes, we ain’t gonna be sitting on the couch eating ice cream anymore. Please do not invite me to anymore outings as a friend. I’ll attend if required as a nanny but this between us is done.”

“For the record, the only one around here that thinks of you as just the hired help is you. My children are completely like their old selves. I feel more like my old self. You seem happier than when I met you but for some reason, that’s a big problem to you. I do not understand that.”

“Leave or I resign and move out first thing,” you said. He crossed his arms and lifted his chin. “This is my formal resignation then. The company will-”

He moved quickly and you weren’t sure what he was doing at first but soon you realized he was hugging you, your hands resting against his chest. You swallowed and he didn’t move, your forehead resting against him.

“What are you doing?” you breathed out.

“When’s the last time you got a fucking hug?” he asked.

“The kids-”

“Not the kids.”

“I don’t remember,” you said quietly. 

“Then you are overdue,” he said. You let yourself reach your arms around him and return the hug, breathing deeply, a small bubble in you rising up. You tried to push it down but it came back harder and you were fighting back tears before you knew it. 

He could feel when you lost that battle, hand rubbing up and down your back. There was a soft shushing in the air and after a few minutes you felt better. You lifted your head but didn’t look at him, Jensen squeezing you in his hug again before it eased.

“You know you’re not allowed to quit on me...like ever,” he chuckled. You let out a small laugh, Jensen smiling at you when you forced your head up. He wiped off your cheeks and you let out one last sniffle. “You’re not alone. I promise you’re not. It’s not the quantity of people you have in your life but the quality and I’m sorry but we are friends and there’s nothing you can do about that so I’d just accept it now.”

“I’m sorry I was such a bitch.”

“You were scared, not a bitch,” he said. “I wish I could make you happier is all.”

“I wish I could bring back your wife for you,” you said.

“One of those is a lot more possible than the other,” he said. A small smile crossed his lips before he ducked his head down, shoulders heaving back before his head raised. “Y/N, can I confess something to you? I hope...I hope it doesn’t bother you but if it does, you don’t have to continue working for me. I’d still like to be friends regardless.”

“What’s wrong?” you asked, Jensen looking past you.

“My single friend I was going to set you up with? He doesn’t exist.”

“Oh.”

“Cause he’s kinda me.”

“Oh,” you said, staring at him, a lot of his previous behavior starting to click into place. “That’s…”

“I know,” he said, stepping away and rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s weird and douchey and I’m sorry. I like you and I was trying to see if you would ever go for a 42 year old actor. I left out the widow and kids part but...I’m sorry.”

“When did you like me?” you asked quietly.

“The whole time?” he said, laughing nervously to himself. “It’s kinda snowballed since we met. I never in my life thought I’d like someone again. I didn’t want to like you. I hired you because you were the best candidate and I knew the kids would be in good hands but everyday it’s there, even more, and I know this is so inappropriate on so many levels and I’m really starting to ramble here but you make me think maybe your mom had a point and people are allowed to have...more than one…and sometimes the way you talk to me and treat me and look at me...” 

He swallowed as you stepped in front of him, taking a quick breath. 

“I will keep working for you and I’ll be your friend...and you can make me dinner tomorrow,” you said with a smile. “We’ll see where it goes from there?”

“You’re not...weirded out?” he asked.

“By your age, you’re my boss or the cheeky lying about a fake friend?” you said.

“All of the above.”

“Age doesn’t bother me. You have no idea how to be a boss, no offense, and the friend...I don’t blame you for wanting to test the waters first,” you said. “But I expect honesty from here on out.”

“Absolutely,” he said.

“Good,” you said.

“You do like me right?” he asked. “Like you don’t feel obligated or-”

“I like you Jensen. Why do you think I was trying to push you away before you got too close? I didn’t want to be hurt.”

“Give me a chance to not,” he said. “We can have dinner and see how it goes from there.”

“Normally the best course of action,” you said.

“But maybe with a few more hugs from now on,” he said. “For the both of us.”

“That’d be okay with me,” you said. He smiled and you returned it. “I guess I’ll see you in the morning then.”

“I guess you will,” he said. He turned to go when he spun back on his heels. “Or we could go back out there, eat way too much dessert and hang out?”

“Yeah,” you said with a smile. “Give me a minute to wash up my face.”

“Take all the time you want. I’m gonna change into something more comfortable anyways.”

He left and you washed off your face in the bathroom, drying it off and taking a deep breath.

You did like him. There was something calming about him to you and you enjoyed his company, even if it was just the two of you having a quiet cup of coffee in the morning.

But he was an actor. And kinda famous. And a widow. And had three kids. 

“But your face is cute,” you said aloud, looking the mirror. “Gah, of course you have to be like...into me. Nutjob. He must be a nutjob. That’s it.”

“Y/N?” you heard him saying and you smacked yourself in the face. “Are you talking to yourself?”

“Uh, yeah,” you said, stepping out and seeing him in the hall sporting a pair of pajama pants and a t shirt. “That was fast.”

“Well I didn’t go through an eight step skin routine too,” he chuckled.

“For your information, my routine is only three steps,” you said, walking past him and waggling your fingers.

“I didn’t realize I was living with such a savage,” he said. You laughed and went back to the kitchen, making up another dish of brownie for him while he went over to where he kept his liquor. “You a bourbon kind of girl?”

“Is there any other kind?” you said.

“Touche.” He poured out two glasses and slid one over while you passed his bowl to him. “So what’s this three step routine? Do I need to up my game or what?”

“I think I need your routine, not the other way around,” you said.

“Nah. I like looking at your face more than mine. Trust me.”

“Oh. How long you been holding back those kinds of comments?” you teased.

“Longer than you’d think,” he said, sharing the bowl with you. “Feel okay now?”

“Yeah. I can’t remember the last time I cried,” you said. “Especially in front of someone.”

“A good cry session has never hurt in my experience. I’ll do it for work and stuff but normally I’m not much of one. Aside from the past six months I mean.”

“Are you ready to try this?” you asked.

“Yeah. I know I am,” he said. “I’m positive of it.”

“How can you know that?”

“Because you make me happy. You make me...want to do stuff again, believe in all the romantic...if I wasn’t ready, I’d feel guilty. But I don’t. I just know that maybe some people get more than one chance and maybe I’m one of them.”

“I know you are, whoever it ends up being,” you said.

“Are you ready to try this?”

You took a drink and bite of ice cream, pushing the bowl back.

“I miss my family,” you said. “I miss being happy. I’d like to...have someone that could take care of me for a moment every once in a while. I might mess that up sometimes but I’m willing to try.”

“Me too,” he said. “I’d expect some screw ups on this end too. I’ve been out of the dating game for a long time.”

“I’m sure it hasn’t changed all that much,” you said.

“Well I’ve never dated with kids and as a widow,” he said.

“I’m just in this for them to be honest,” you laughed. 

“I see how it is,” he said with a smirk. 

“I don’t think it’ll be as hard as you think,” you said.

“I hope not,” he said. 

“Do they know? You want to date?”

“JJ does,” he said. “She’s little but she understands that it doesn’t mean I’ll never love her mother any less. She’s been strangely okay through this whole thing aside from the first few weeks. She helps her brother and sister out more now.”

“As someone who was that kid, minus the siblings, I know they’ll be okay. She’s a great kid. I’ve met plenty of spoiled brats. Yours are not.”

“Well that might just be the second best thing I’ve heard tonight,” he said.

“Whatever was the first?” you teased, eating a spoon of ice cream.

“Oh I think you know,” he said, stealing the spoon back. You smiled and heard some feet run around upstairs before the stairs creeped and a little head ducked down into view. “Arrow. It’s bedtime sweetie.”

“I had a accident,” she said. “Sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry for, honey,” he said. “I’ll be right back.”

“Want help?” you asked.

“Sure,” he said. He scooped up Arrow on the way up the stairs, setting her down in the kids bathroom. He got some clean pajamas and you found a pair of pull ups, Arrow pouting at you. 

“I don’t need ‘em,” she said.

“Your brother wears them. I wore them and your mommy and daddy wore them. Everybody wears pull ups when they’re your age,” you said.

“Just tonight,” she said, stepping into them. Jensen walked past with the mattress liner and she was dressed by the time you heard the washer going off in the distance. You walked her back to bed, Jensen slipping in past you and tucking her in. “Night daddy.”

“Night sweetie,” he said, kissing her temple. 

“Night Y/N,” she said.

“Night night kiddo,” you said, giving her a tiny wave before you left, Jensen flipping off her light and pulling the door shut. 

“Come here a second,” he said, nodding and you saw him head towards his room. The double doors were open and you stepped inside, Jensen going past the bed and over to a set of french doors. He pushed one open and waved for you to follow, showing you out to a rooftop balcony.

“Wow,” you said, a set of chairs, a table and a lounger out there along with a whole lot soft string lights. “I didn’t realize you had this up here.”

“Kinda a place to go unwind, relax,” he said. “I disappear out here sometimes. Been out here a lot at night lately.”

“Thinking about what?” you asked.

“You,” he said. “I talk to Dee about you sometimes as crazy as that sounds.”

“Doesn’t sound crazy at all,” you said.

“I just wanted to say...this area isn’t off limits anymore. Nothing is,” he said. 

“She asked you out, didn’t she,” you said with a smile. He rubbed the back of his neck and blushed. “You’re cute.”

You leaned up and kissed his cheek, heading back towards inside.

“Come on, Jensen. Before the ice cream melts on us.”

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A/N: Read Part 4 here!

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[ethanesimp]

AMAMI PER SEMPRE // E.T.

Pairing: Ethan Torchio x Fem! Reader

Summary: Ethan isn’t the brightest—or the best—when it comes to surprises, so his attempt at proposing to you causes a few misunderstandings...

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: Swearing, a tiny tiny mention of death, some angst, other than that it’s pure fluff and me projecting my obsession with old books onto the reader.

Request: Ethan planning to propose and acting super nervous and strange (a bit angsty bc the reader doesn’t know what’s happening) and ending in pure fluff.

Masterlist // Taglist link in bio

A/N: After more than a year of stepping foot into a bookstore for *cough* obvious reasons, I got to go to one yesterday. While looking at some second-hand books I had an idea that I decided to combine with @kawaiiwxnnabe​’s lovely request to bring you this. I hope you enjoy! <3 

Ethan had been mindlessly listening to Damiano sing Amandoti when the thought of marrying you first seriously crossed his mind. It had been a thing he’d thought of countless times ever since he started dating you, but it had never remained with as much intensity as it had that time. 

Damiano, who had noticed his friend’s face illuminate all of a sudden, had a talk with him that once and for all convinced Ethan that it was the right time and you were the right person. He didn’t sleep at all that night because he couldn’t stop thinking about what would be the perfect way to propose to you. It was no secret to him—or anyone who knew you—that you were a hopeless romantic. 

There was nothing that made you happier than simple and small details that came from the heart. That was the reason why you had developed an affinity towards old books. Not only did they have a particular and special scent that reminded you of vanilla and chocolate, but some had the luck—as you liked to call it—of being embellished by notes on margins or dedications on covers. Whether they were about love, sorrow, or maybe even hate, they still showed a small glimpse into the life of the person who had once owned it. Those notes told a story that would prevail even long after they were gone from the earth. 

Ever since he had noticed that small obsession of yours, Ethan had tried to help you expand your treasured collection by bringing you back books he found at antique stores from every country the band played in. 

During a visit to Spain after he initially had his stirring thought, Ethan took the chance to visit one of the second-hand shops he’d found during a night stroll with Victoria, who had disappeared into a bakery. His main goal was to find something different from the usual books he brought back for you. 

After he walked into the store and vaguely told the old lady at the counter about his idea in the best Spanish he could muster, she smiled warmly at him and guided him to the very back of the tiny shop where a beautiful and worn out bookshelf sat in all its glory, filled with as many books as it could hold. 

He immediately started searching around for the perfect book, but it proved to be harder than he initially thought it’d be. After searching around for more than an hour, all he had found was a collection of Edgar Allan Poe’s tales and poems with a heartbreaking note to someone’s dead lover. While it had almost brought him to tears and was a special thing he’d buy to give to you later, it wasn’t exactly the best thing to help him carry out his plan.   

Victoria walked into the shop when he was about to give up and, fully aware of his plan, started looking around without saying a word to him. They both searched around the messy piles of books for something. It didn’t take long for her to stumble across three books held together by a lilac satin ribbon. 

Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë, Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen, and Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë. All three contained a note on the very first page right under the title, but the last one stood out above the other two because, according to his basic knowledge of Spanish, it ended with the very question he wanted to ask ¿Quieres casarte conmigo? Or ‘Will you marry me?’. He bought all three of them after a huge smile and a thumbs up from Victoria.  

What he hadn’t expected was for them to remain hidden in a drawer he knew you never opened underneath piles of clothes. Ever since he came back from their small trip to Spain, Ethan had tried to ask the question about six times, but always ended up choking on his words and saying something else. In fact, the first time he ever tried, Ethan chickened out at the last second and ended up giving you the Edgar Allan Poe anthology instead.

You were still none the wiser to his plan even after he’d asked about your opinion on marriage a few times. Anyone would’ve probably caught up with what was going on already, but you were always so busy with things happening around you that you didn’t connect his awkward and nervous attitude with his questions.

You didn’t start giving his actions a second thought until one night… You had been cooped up in your office all day working on a new project you were supposed to present to your boss by the end of the week when you suddenly felt the urge to get up and walk around the house.

Ethan was casually sitting on the couch as he whispered unintelligible words into his phone. You supposed he was on a call with a friend or maybe his manager and was trying to be quiet to avoid disturbing you, but then he hung up the call with a panicked expression the moment he noticed you. After that, you started thinking back on the way he had been behaving ever since he returned and it all raised the suspicion that there was something strange going on. 

It didn’t get any better when he kept on acting weird. Simple things that he had allowed you to do, like using his phone to take pictures because it had a better camera than yours, now seemed to make him almost mad. He’d even snapped at you once when you tried to grab it to take a picture with him. Even if Ethan had apologized right away, it still didn’t calm you down, especially because he had gone as far as to change the password on it.

It almost felt like he was walking on eggshells around you and you didn’t like it one bit. Your relationship had always been about honesty and worked because of constant communication. Everything was just so strange that your mind couldn’t help but think of the worst.

You were an imaginative person who never had any difficulties when it came to envisioning things clearly. Unfortunately, that also applied to every negative thought that crossed your mind, so it wasn’t hard for you to start coming up with the worst explanations as to why he was acting so suspicious. It didn’t help much that he had been busier than normal because the band was wrapping up on their latest album, so you hadn’t had the opportunity to sit down and voice all your concerns, to ask if something was going on and if there was a way to fix it. 

The morning of your anniversary, you’d finally had enough. You had woken up, expecting to feel Ethan’s arm tightly wrapped around your waist and to receive a shower of kisses the moment he noticed you were awake, but no. There was no Ethan and the side of his bed was already neatly made.

Your disappointment only grew when he wasn’t in the kitchen or his small studio where he had his drums. You doubted he was in the house at all. 

It was a thing that wouldn’t have affected you much had he done it any other time, but with everything that had been going on as of late, you could only fear the worst. So, without being able to control yourself, you started making the worst conclusions. You’d always been fully aware that he loved you, but all the signs undoubtedly pointed at him meeting someone new… And maybe he was going to leave you for them as well… during your anniversary.

That was all you needed to break into tears. You climbed back into bed and cried for what seemed to be hours. Even since you got together, you had thought of him as your person, your forever. The thought of him leaving you broke your heart into tiny pieces.

Ethan arrived home only a few minutes after you’d buried yourself underneath all the blankets and cried out all your worries. When he was about to open the door to your bedroom, he stopped. Were you crying? 

He stood there in complete silence for a few seconds until he was more than sure that you were, in fact, crying. Ethan rushed inside and he felt his heart break at the sight of you looking so heartbroken, and it didn’t get any better when he heard a whimper come out of your mouth at the sight of him. You cuddled deeper into the bedsheets and turned away from him.

Ethan sat on your side of the bed and, as delicately as possible, he cupped your face into his warm hands and wiped your tears with his thumbs, “Amore,” He said in a quiet voice, “Hey, what’s wrong?”

You tried to turn away from him, but his grip on your face stopped you from doing so. You placed one of your hands on top of his and gave it a firm squeeze. No part of you was ready to have that conversation with him because that was going to be it and you were going to have to watch him leave…

So, with a lot of courage, you spoke the first words that came to mind, “You know, i-it’s okay if you’ve found someone else,” You caressed his cheek softly as more tears started spilling down your face, “You can tell me if you have.”

His eyebrows furrowed at your words and the only thing he could do was shake his head no, “What? Found someone else? What would make you say such a thing dolcezza?”

Then, before you could even answer, realization hit him like a ton of bricks and he felt like the stupidest living being on the face of the Earth. He pinched his nose and sighed, annoyed at himself.

“Fuck… I’m so fucking stupid. Please don’t ever think of something like that. I was just… I-I,” Clueless as to what to say, Ethan pressed his lips against yours to kiss you slowly, hoping it spoke more than his words ever could. He could still taste a trace of the salty tears that had fallen on your lips and he couldn’t help but shed a few of his own at the thought that he’d been the one to make you cry.

After pulling away, Ethan pressed his forehead to yours and brushed his nose against yours while his arms held you as close as possible, “Will you close your eyes for just a second, amore mio? I promise everything will make so much sense soon.”

You nodded and kept your eyes closed as you felt him get up from the bed. You heard him open and close a few drawers, and look around for something for a while before he sat back on the bed. Ethan grabbed your hands in his and slowly slipped the three small books into your grasp.

You opened his eyes after a small sound of approval from him and smiled when you saw the three old books held together by a ribbon and the pretty pink rose that had been carefully been slipped into the first book and the ribbon.

You gently removed the flower and placed it on your side. Then you undid the simple knot and picked up the first book, “Wuthering Heights?” You questioned.

He nodded, “Yeah… At least I think that’s it. I hope I didn’t bring back some sketchy book or some shit,” Ethan scratched his neck and you giggled as you opened it on the first page. Your fingers brushed over the letters neatly written down in fountain pen.  

After clearing your throat, you started reading the first dedication out loud. Since your Spanish wasn’t exactly the best either, you had to pause every once in a while to translate all the words, “May 17, 1850… My dearest Helena, I hope this book reaches you in great condition, being apart from you is one of the hardest challenges I have ever had to face, one of the most painful as well. I hope you can find me in between these pages as you read and remember how much I love you, remember how much I long to be back in your arms and kiss your lips. Sincerely, Alejandro.”

You closed it and placed it back on the bed before opening the second book and doing the same thing with the third, “January 24, 1855. Carolina, nothing I’ve ever experienced has gotten close to being as terrible as not having you in my arms. Apologies are overdue… long overdue. Words have never been my strongest suit, yet I still hope I can coherently express just how much I love you, all of you. I’m afraid I’m already too late since you will soon be betrothed to someone else and there will be nothing I can do by then.

 “Still, I hope with everything in my being that this arrives sooner so you’re aware of how sorry I am. I hope you remember that I would do anything you asked without a single complaint just to watch that lovely smile I adore so much appear on your face. If you ever come back to me, I promise with every fiber of my being, and I’ll be dammed if I don’t keep my promise, that I will leave everything behind and escape with you. Anywhere, any time. So with that, I ask a question that will hopefully have a yes as an answer. Will you marry me? With love, Javier.”

Before you could close it, Ethan stopped you and timidly asked for you to open the book on the very last page. You did it and looked back at him with confusion at the sight of his writing on the page, “Read this one out loud for me. Will you Y/N?” You nodded and mumbled a small ‘of course’ before clearing your throat to get rid of the knot that had formed. 

“October 21, 2025… Y/N, my one true love, I’ve always hoped to make a gesture that will remind you of your treasured books. I’ve never been one great with words spoken out loud, so I sought inspiration from those before me who were just as in love with someone as I am with you. Ever since I met you I dreamt of one day settling down with you, of having our small home in the countryside as you’ve always dreamed of. Maybe even doing some of those cloying gestures people seem to do in fiction and dedicate to you the most beautiful love poems I lay eyes on. 

“I’ve wondered for a while how I could ever take the step that would bring me closer to that goal, yet every time I try, words seem to get stuck in my throat with no way out and I end up in square one all over again. It is with this note that I hope to finally take a step in the right direction because I know you’re it for me. You’re my person, my forever, and there’s nothing I would love more than to share my life with you. Sei la mia migliore amica e il mio unico vero amore. Ti chiedo di accettare il mio amore, il mio nome e tutto quello che sono.” (You are my best friend and my one true love. I ask you to accept my love, my name, and everything I am.)

When your eyes spotted the four words that followed, you slowly lowered the book, “Will you marry me?” You both said at the same time, although yours sounded more like an unintelligible mumble. Only then did you notice him down on one knee right in front of you. He held a velvet box with one of the most beautiful rings sitting inside of it 

A hand went to cover your mouth as tears started falling down your face. This time, happy and free of worry. You could only nod repeatedly, overcome with pure joy as your heart swelled with love.

He slowly slid the ring into your finger and grabbed your face to kiss you once again, “I’m so sorry I made you think something else was going on. I just kept backtracking every time I tried to tell you. Not because I was regretting the decision but because I didn’t want to lose you.”

You shook your head as a silent way of saying it was alright and brushed his hair back with your fingers, “The important thing is that you’ve done it and you’re not going to lose me, no matter how hard you try. I’ll always be right here because I love you and I’ll always be yours.”

#ethan torchio x reader #ethan torchio x you #ethan torchio x y/n #ethan torchio fanfiction #maneskin x reader #maneskin fanfiction

[ryozoro]

Hades Playlist - iv.

NOW PLAYING: Memories - David Guetta [ft. Kid Cudi]

an; yo, sorry if the transitions are a little sloppy; I’ll go back in and fix them when I have the chance :,)

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“We try to hide our feelings, but we forget that our eyes can speak.”

“Oh, fuck - sorry,” yn moved out from behind the counter, “forgive me, I’ve been daydreaming a bit. What kinda model do you got?” Yn said as she walked the nice lady to the side of the store where parts are displayed on the wall in lamented posters. “You’re very pretty, sorry if I keep staring.”

“Oh, fuck - sorry,” yn moved out from behind the counter, “forgive me, I’ve been daydreaming a bit. What kinda model do you got?” Yn said as she walked the nice lady to the side of the store where parts are displayed on the wall in lamented posters. “You’re very pretty, sorry if I keep staring.”

“Oh, fuck - sorry,” yn moved out from behind the counter, “forgive me, I’ve been daydreaming a bit. What kinda model do you got?” Yn said as she walked the nice lady to the side of the store where parts are displayed on the wall in lamented posters. “You’re very pretty, sorry if I keep staring.”

“HA,” the lady snorted as she played with her wedding ring, “you sound like my husband; you are like - the first girl I’ve met who has thought I was pretty. Thank you, it truly means a lot.” The lady smiled as she began pulling out her wallet and a few written down notes, “it’s uh - fuck hitto, you write like a kid, it’s a 2016 Ducati?”

“2016 Ducati Full Throttle,” yn said back with a small smile as the woman laughed again, “I’m assuming it’s your husband’s old bike?”

“Yeah,” she played with her ring as her smile softened, “he wants it in good condition before he gives it to one of our neighbors. It’s tradition for his - occupation..”

“He in a gang?” Yn asked as she began shuffling through shelves, “Don’t sweat it, I’m not gonna freak out over trivial matters.” The young ryuguji chuckled as she finally found the part she’s been looking for. “Here,” she place the part on the top, “its the G2 Throttle Tamer Ducati you needed. I’m assuming he’s still in a gang by the looks of how you covered for him, but don’t worry - it’d be hypocritical if I got scared you were involved with a delinquent.”

“Oh,” the lady sighed out, “thank gods. You can call me Kaku-san if it’s alright with you? Could you install the part by yourself? Sorry, my man is just always busy with work and was hoping to have someone install it for us..”

“I can’t personally install it, but my brother can! He gets back from his lunch break in about twenty minutes, so I know its a long wait -"

vrrr...vrrr...vrrr

"I'm so sorry, I'll just turn that off-," yn went to hit 'decline call.'

“I can wait, no sweat!” She smiled as she began digging through her mini backpack, “I need to check and see if my loser has ate lunch yet. I'll be outside for a bit." With that, 'Kaku-san' had walked out as she dialed her husband.

"Fucking hell," yn breathed out before hitting accept, "Inui-senpai, hey - what did you need?" Her breath hitched in her throat as she heard his low laugh.

"Just checking to see if my favorite girl has ate yet - so, have you?" Yn could just hear the smile that creeped upon his face, but for some reason - she didn't feel as in awe as she once did.

"Ah," yn scanned the shop and began totaling the price for the repair and writing further notes for her older brother, "no, I haven't ate yet, but I was planning on just heating up some of the leftovers that Souya-kun gave me."

"You know, if you keep being as cute and clingy as you are around him," yn could hear him moving around paper bags of what she assumed was to-go food, "shit, sorry. As I was saying, if you keep being so cuddle buddy with him, he's goin to fall for ya."

"Or," yn rolled her eyes as she began to document minor details on the log for each hour, "maybe, you're just reading in too deep on the fact that Souya is just an overall easily flustered person. Being a decent human does not make my kind actions count as flirting; if it does, well, you men around me are just dumb."

"Oh, don't be like that, princess," inui said in a rather sarcastic tone, "you know I'm just teasing you. Leaving that matter, I got you lunch - your favorite lunch, might I add."

"Thank you senpai, but -,"

"Inui-kun~ why aren't you getting off the phone yet? You promised that you would pay attention to only me today!" Yn heard a whiny voice - a woman’s whiny voice - through the phone, “I thought you said after we get lunch we’re just gonna lay in bed all day.” Inui mumbled something to her that seemed to have shut her up, clearing his throat, “sorry about that, are you still -,”

“I’m pretty busy and I plan on going out with a friend for my lunch break,” she cut him off, “have fun on your day off.”

yn knew she shouldn’t be angry; inui was never hers to begin with, but she was hoping that he’d at least spare her feelings. maybe this was good. maybe knowing that he has someone, even if it’s just a fuck buddy, will help her clear her mind and finally let go.

tani senpai <3: ft during your lunch break?

tani senpai <3: wait do you play cod? if you did that’s be kinda hot

tani senpai <3: I meant dope but hot works too

tani senpai <3: OH, wait rain check on the call, why don’t we just meet in person? ;) after all, I still have your necklace.

tani senpai <3: I cleaned it up because I was wearing it so I wouldn’t lose it.

tani senpai <3: lmfao I really made it a blood diamond at one point

kaku-san paid her total for the part and repair and ensured yn that she’d be back around five. sighing once the older woman left, yn went to check her phone that had been buzzing incessantly since she hung up on her brother’s best friend.

you: I’m gonna punch you in dick next time I see you :,) I was helping someone and I had to act like my phone was not going HAAM in my pocket

tani senpai <3: uh uh uh , leave ran jr. alone. he did nothing wrong :p plus, you’d have to kiss it better if you hurt him

you: I — WHEN ARE WE MEETING AND WHERE ?

tani senpai <3: [location] a small nightclub @ 16:00 tonight :) I would offer to buy your dinner, but you threatened my best man.

you: I hate you :,) but um,,, I don’t exactly know — what to wear to a nightclub..? Can I just go in a hoodie and some sweats and talk to the bouncer like “hey, I know the haitani bros — lemme in.”

tani senpai <3: LMAOOO,, nah I would to see you size the man up. as for clothes — you don’t have anything like ,, that radiates “hot girl” shit ?

you: no, if I’m not in my uniform — I’m either wearing my brother’s clothes with some cargo pants or sweats. sometimes I wear my own clothes, but that’s usually just merch.

tani senpai <3: as much as I want to see you in school uniform or in full need mode, I don’t think the bouncer would just let you in. OH, wait — fuck them. I forgot that I’m literally a god to them lmao,, wear what you want , I’ll wait outside for you and we can walk in together :)

you: wait really :,) I’m gonna try and make use of what I have tho ! I’ll lyk when I get there :)

tani senpai <3: wow so you’re not gonna ft me :|

you: you licherally said “rain check”

tani senpai <3: but I just finished my tasks for today, call me or I’m calling you

you: sorry , my brother just got back, I’ll talk to ya later :p

tani senpai <3: fine :| I’ll just bother Rin then.

the young ryuguji chuckled before locking and pocketing her phone once she noticed her brother’s presence. sure, she was still hurt at the fact that inui is currently hooking up - maybe even dating - another girl, but at least she could look to the eldest of the Haitanis and feel herself forgetting all about her first love.

“What ya lookin at brat,” Ken laughed out as he went to pat her head, “hey, who has you smiling like that?” He has always been protective; it was just his nature as a big brother. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad you’re happy, but if it’s about a boy I would LOVE to know who.”

“It’s just a stupid thing that emma-senpai sent me,” yn attempted to play it off, “anyways — how was lunch?”

“It was good,” draken said as he went to put his jumper back on, “but it coulda been better if inui didn’t bring his ‘friend girl’ around. She kept hittin on Mikey and asking about my necklace and I almost called you up to come deck her.” He quickly grabbed his chain and kissed the ‘Emma’ that hung in the middle just before tucking it back under his white tshirt; it was his routine.

“I woulda showed her that ‘Draken Uppercut’ if I was there big bro,” yn made a small show of what she did in hopes of making her brother smile.

“You’re an idiot,” his smirk plastered on his face in a proud manner, “but I don’t need you wasting your energy on her. It just — like who the hell do you think you are touching a random stranger, especially around their neck. Like who?” She could tell that he was upset that he couldn’t have done anything; Draken was just brought up to be extremely respectful. “The worst part,” he threw a wrench at his ‘anger wall,’ “she kept asking shit like: “who names their kid emma,” “was she at least pretty,” and the one where I almost put my hands on her, “is she dead or something? what you just can’t let go?” Yn, I was so close to knocking her daylights out. She honestly got lucky takemitchy had tackled Mikey, or she woulda got her shit rocked.”

“I,” yn was at a lost for words; she had never heard someone disrespect any of her family this openly, “what the fuck did inui say? Did he just sit there through all this shit?” she moved from behind the counter and rolled out one of the bikes he was scheduled to work on, “please don’t tell me he did.”

“No,” draken rolled his eyes as he recalled the previous events, “just prop it up by station one, gotta get the new 340 mm rear air shock absorber suspensions, oh, could you jot that down, please? But nah, this fucker,” draken lifted the bike up so the back was in the air and put it on a lift, “just found every way to piss me off. Like I love him, but he fucked up today. He told us ‘sorry, she’s just cranky so don’t take her words to heart.’ If she called me ugly or some dumb shit I’d be okay, but he really told me not to take to heart the fact that she spoke on Emma’s name like that.” He tugged on his dark locks as he undid it, “could ya put it back up for me, it’s not tight enough.”

“I gotcha big man,” yn gently massaged his scalp as she went to put his hair in a tight but loose bun, “you know, she’s probably really proud of you right now. Bet she’s smilin up there too.” she could feel his tenseness fade as she comforted him; she’d do this one hundred times a day if it meant that he’d finally stop blaming himself for all those years ago. “There,” she smoothed over the top of his head once more, “all done.”

“Thank ya,” he hums as he begins to work on the bike, “oh, do you want to come with later? me and the boys are gonna head to mitsuyas before we go out so you can hang out with the other brats.”

“Actually, I um,” yn felt the sweat gather in her palms as she walked back to her station, “I was wondering if I could go out tonight - with a friend..”

“What friend,” yn flinched as her brother snapped his gaze towards her, “do I know said friend?”

“N-no,” she cleared her throat and began writing on sticky notes and receipts, “he — they were nice to meet when I first got back in town and offered to hang out - so, I felt that it’d be rude to -,”

“Nah, you’re not going,” draken turned his attention back to the bike, “you’re either going to stay home or hang out at mitsu’s house. No in between.”

“That’s fair,” yn sighed, “can I just have a reason as to why I can’t go?”

“Because I don’t know em and the streets have been rainin havoc since Mikey got out,” he sighed as he put his tools down. He stood up to full height and gently patted the leather seat of the propped up bike, “I just don’t want you to get hurt, bub. Yer my number one right now and I don’t know if I’ll be able to go on if you even get the slightest bit of hurt.”

“I understand big draco,” she laughed softly, “Can I just stay in then? I promise I won’t leave; I just feel like being in my own bed tonight.”

“Anything for you, yer majesty.” Ken smiled as he concluded that he had the best sister in the world.

—

“Alright, yn, we’re about to head out,” her big brother knocked on her door, “can ya at come say bye?”

“Fuck,” yn got up and quickly put an oversized sweater and some basketball shorts that reached just below her knees, “gimme a minute! Sorry, I was taking a nap.”

“We’ll be out in the living room, dumbass.”

If anything, yn was just glad none of them walked into her room to see her basically bare figure - shout out to her Ken-nii for knowing his sister. Once fully covered, yn made her wait out the room and noticed everyone sitting on the couch in the living room, even inui.

“Yn,” souya barked out, “you’ve ate right? If you haven’t ‘m gonna fight you!” He stood up and approached yn as all the other boys smirked and whistled in the back. “You guys shut the hell up.!”

“Neh neh,” nahoya laughed, “you need to stop bein so flirty over there, angry.” Smiley always teased angry, but that was just brotherly nature; however, if anyone else were to continuously pick on angry — it wouldn’t be a shock if Smiley was on top of them and imprinting the curve of his elbow into their forehead. “He just missed you, little Ryu. Make sure to let us know if anything happens-,”

“We’re going to get Ken-chin laid,” Mikey said with a mischievous smirk as he began pushing his taller friend out the front door. “Choi~.” The other boys followed either patting her head before they left or hip bumping her; hakkai decided to be the odd man out and hug yn to his chest and dramatically walk out the door as if they won’t see each other for fourth years.

“BYE,” she poked her head out then quickly shut the door and disregarded her hoodie, “now that they’re gone..”

VRRR..VRRR….VRR

“OH MY GOD, WHAT,” picking her phone up off the coffee table she fell back onto the couch, “what do they want-,”

Incoming FaceTime: tani senpai <3

“Shit.!” Yn quickly sat up and answered with an apologetic face, “heeeey, what’s up?”

“You look cozy,” he eyed the tops of her shoulders with only her bra straps decorating them, “cozy enough to make a man stand outside for, hmm - what does my watch read - thirty minutes.”

Yn looked thoroughly confused as she cocked her head to the side and fell back, “what does you standing outside of some random building have to do with me?”

“Did you really —,” she watched the man shift and bring her golden chain into view, “you were supposed to meet me tonight in order to get your precious necklace back. You stood me up and now I look like a fucking idiot who got stood up.” He deadpanned into the camera and had a small pout, “you had all the guys laughin at me, darlin. You really disappointed me.” Yn felt her heart slowly tear; she hated disappointing anyone. “If you were going to show up you could have at least said so.” Just as she was about to speak, Ran hung up and left her to wade in her thoughts.

—

You: Ran-senpai, I promise it was on accident ! I meant to tell you earlier, but it just slipped my mind (read 8:44 p.m.)

You: pls forgive me :,) I fell asleep as soon as we got off work and came home; draken-nii told me to rest up since I can’t go out so I figured I might as well (read 8:45 p.m.)

You: yk if you’re going to read my text, the least ya could do would be to respond. I said I’m sorry. (read 8:47 p.m.)

You: yer a fucking brat , man child who throws a fit and refuses to actually try and listen to others when they try to talk it out with you. (read 8:48 p.m.)

You: self made bitch. (read 8:50 p.m.)

You: yk what, fuck you. I tried to be nice to you and I actually enjoyed talking to you for what-? A week ? You’re mad because I can’t just do what I want? Sorry I’m a great sister who doesn’t want to make her brother worry. Sorry I don’t just abide and do as you please because I’m not a fucking sheep. Keep the necklace for all I care; I’ll just get a new one. Stupid cunt. (read 8:52 p.m.)

You: Fuck face. You probably just wanted to get in my pants and dip; fuck you. Leave me alone, if I see you on the street; I don’t give a fuck if I get shot or jumped, I’m gonna punch you in the throat, pussy ass bitch. (read 8:54 p.m.)

tani senpai <3: give me your address so I can drop this necklace off and get out of your life since you so desperately want me to.

You: no way in hell, just keep it.

tani senpai <3: if you don’t want it then I’ll just drop it off with your brother tomorrow.

You: you fucking —

You: ugh, fine, just drop the shit off and leave . [location] (read 8:59 p.m.)

—

With a knock at the Ryuguji’s front door, yn shrugged the jacket back on and checked through the peep hole. After noticing it was the infamous older brother of the Haitani duo, she quickly yanked him inside and made sure to lock the door quickly.

“You know drop offs don’t usually require the said delivery man to be in the house, correct?” He asked with a bored expression as his eyes scanned the small space. “‘S cute for someone with you and your brother’s income.”

“I only pulled you in because my neighbors like to talk about what goes on throughout everyone’s house,” she rolled her eyes and pulled in the strings of her sweater, “hurry up and give me the fucking necklace so you can leave.”

“I did all the work of coming here,” he brushed past her as he took off his shoes and made his way to sit on the couch, “the least you could do is offer me a drink or some food.” Ran laid back into the cushions and spread his long legs as he slowly turned his gaze to the TV, some random anime blasting in the background. “Well, if you don’t mind, a water will do.”

“Cute for someone with you and your brother’s income,” she mocked as mumbled under her breath and grabbed him a water bottle from the fridge, “here, your majesty.” she tossed it into his lap and stood in between his legs to block the tv and make him focus all of his attention onto her.

“To what do I owe you?”

“My necklace, home invader.”

“Take it off of me then,” he raised an eyebrow, “you didn’t expect me to do that as well did you?”

“Fine,” her shorts hiking up as she moved to straddle his hips, she took note that he had been eyeing her thighs since he arrived, “I’ll take off the stupid thing.” She buried her chin into the crook of his neck, “just sit still so I can -,”

“You know,” he flattened his palms against the bare tops her knees and barely sliding his finger tips up the rim of the pants, “you hiding more just makes me want to see you in less.”

“Heh,” she chuckled as she slowly wrapped her arms around the middle of his torso, “yer a fucking perv as well as a bastard.”

“You know your necklace isn’t dangling along my spine, right?” He chuckled as he gently kneaded her flesh, “am I making you uncomfortable?”

“Nah, feels nice,” she chuckles when she feels him gently dig his finger tips into her skin, “‘m makin you uncomfortable?”

“nah,” he jokingly mocked her as he took his hands and slid them farther up to the tops of he thigh, “boxers?” He pulled back slightly so he could rest his forehead on hers.

“mm, never really wanted to bother ken-nii when he did the laundry, so I just get boxers,” she laughed, “what? Did you honestly think I’d be chilling at home in a thong or something? Women gotta breathe too.” she felt her heartbeat pick up as his finger tips danced along the material; yn wondered if he could tell that she’s never had a boyfriend as she lacked - in takemichi’s words - ‘ettick.’

“You are respectful yet have anger issues, a smart mouth, and embody the term ‘I don’t give a fuck,” he swiftly took both hands from under the clothing and lightly placed them on either side of her face, “you are so fucking gorgeous, didya know that?” His rings were cold on her heated skin, making her smile softly.

“..you know,” yn laid a chaste kiss on the bonten’s left wrist, “… ‘msorry..”

“Couldn’t hear ya,” he chuckled deeply as he maneuvered his right hand at the back of her neck and squeezed lightly, “repeat it more clear this time. You wanna be a good girl, right? Be the best girl you can and repeat it.~”

“Motherfu-, AHEM,” she scrunched her face up in hopes of hiding how happy it made her to have a second chance at being a ‘good girl,’ “‘m sorry you don’t know how to communicate.”

“Ah ah ah,” he squeezed his right hand a little tighter, causing her to ground her hips down and lean forward into his chest, “that’s not what I want to hear.” she heard him groan, but she was too busy fighting the battle in her head as to why she felt more secure when he gripped her tighter.

“I said,” she nuzzled her nose between his lean pecs, “‘m sorry.” Yn got up and placed one of her hands at the base of the bonten tattoo and squeezed gently along his Adam’s apple, “I’m not saying it again, so you better have heard me the first time.”

“You’re so angry; a wolf under sheep’s clothes you are,” ran hummed as he leaned back in, noses brushing, “yer forgiven little lamb. I don’t know - you barking up the wrong tree knowing that I could hurt you just turns me —,”

BZZT, BING.

Both bodies had turned their heads towards the door in confusion.

“Are you expecting guests?”

“No,” yn quickly got off of Ran’s lap and grabbed the crowbar that rested by the umbrellas, “fuck, if it’s those fucking assholes that want to fight ken-nii, ‘m gonna kill em.” She went to look through the peep hole, only to be pulled back to the older man’s chest.

“Let me get it,” ran signaled for her to hide behind the kitchen wall as he pulled out his signature baton that hung on his belt loop, “be quiet, little one.” Ran opened the door to a young man, about a year or two older than yn, dressed in a pizza delivery uniform with 3 large boxes in his hand. If he wasn’t just some kid, the Haitani would’ve beat him just for openly sporting a scowl towards him.

“Oh, hi sir, are you,” the young man looked back at the receipt then back at the Bonten executive, “Kawata Souya? I have one pepperoni, Hawaiian, and plain cheese.” Ran’s head shot to the side at the sound of you rushing towards the door.

“A-ah ! That would be me I guess,” yn guided Ran’s hand behind her to hide the weapon as she widely opened the front door, “sorry my brother’s friend probably ordered it since they went out -,”

“Yn?”

“Huh,” she looked up at the man, “oh shit, hongo?! I thought you were in Osaka right now for Uni; you still play there, right?”

“Yeah,” the worker replied, “oh shit, this like.. a date or something?” He threw his glare at Ran and softened his features once his gaze returned back to the young ryuguji. “Nah, nevermind, that’d be dumb considering you swore off dating,” the bonten men felt as if his heart had been pricked with a small needle, “especially since you used to swear to draken we were gonna get married and stay together forever and ever.” Yn was visibly embarrassed as Ran watched her take the pizza from Hongo’s hands and start trying to kick him off the porch. “Wait, before I go,” he said as he jotted down his number on the receipt, “let me know when you’re free. Maybe ya could come see me play one of these days? Summer games start back up next week so I’ll be headin-,”

Ran pulled on yn’s wrist before slamming the door, interrupting Hongo’s spill. He made show of how hard he locked the door so anyone outside could hear that the house was closed and not expecting anymore visits.

“Ooo,” yn placed the pizzas down onto the small kitchen table and looped her arms around Ran’a slim waist, “are you upset yer not getting all the attention?” She giggled as she kissed the symbol that marked the center of his neck.

“Why would I be upset over some 4 incher maxed college boy,” he smirked as he brought his hand to the side of her face and let his thumb brush along her bottom lip, “plus, if anything he should be the one whose upset. You can’t hate me or push me away if you wanted to; your desire for me to show you the depths of the world is visible just by looking in your eyes.” Yn felt her breath quickening and her head going numb as his words made way into her; making her feel far more intoxicated than any alcohol or drug could have ever done. “You can try to deny it, but what sane person would invite one of the most violent people with the most blood on his hands into her home?”

“I’m the farthest thing from sane,” yn breathed out as she placed a chaste kiss onto his lips before burying her face under his chin, “because I find myself wanting to do this more. I’m so glad I don’t look where I’m going when I’m on my bike.” Ran laughed as he connected their lips, but this time he deepened the kiss; her knees gave out and his tongue slipped in making her lungs just as weak.

“Princess, youre fucking gorgeous,” he broke away before holding her in his strong arms, “but I don’t want to just ‘get in your pants.’ I want-,”

“Good, because im not easy,” she cut him off as she tried to catch her breath.

Ran laughed as he dragged her back to the couch, leaving her to fetch each of them two big slices of cheese pizza. He sat beside her, kissing her temple, and devouring the free meal, “yknow, this taste ten times better than any food at the shitty night club.”

“Don’t talk with your mouth full,” she said as she harshly swallowed the dough, “ish bad mannirs..”

“You,” he leaned in and kissed the sauces covered corners of her mouth, “also taste better than any food at the club.”

“Well you’ll have to wait until you can taste all of me,” catching ran off guard - she flirted back, “after all, the fruit taste better when ripened.”

—

“Princess,” Ran attempted to shake her tired figure off him, “believe me, I want to stay. I really do, but I don’t want to cause a stir or heated argument between you and your brother.”

“We we’re just playing Mario kart and you said,” yn stared up at him with an unimpressed glare, “I’d fuck you on the counter of the pizza place just to embarrass that pizza boy,’ and now you’re scared to be caught by my brother?”

“Not scared,” he bit the tip of her nose gently before freeing himself of her limbs, “just cautious. Want my little girl not to have any complications; plus, I’d have to kill your brother if he made you cry.”

“Wait,” she pulled his sleeve, gaining his attention, “text me when you get back home.” He leaned down and kissed her forehead before making his way out her front door, “okay, little lamb.”

—

Within the span of 4 hours, draken arrived back home and yn managed to make the house rid of any clues of guest over; she even masked the smell of Ran’s cologne by bringing the box of pizza to the living room to spread the smell of grease and regrets. She rested easy on the couch, allowing some random movie to lull her into the comfortable cushions.

draken sobered up a bit after he came back and went to get a late night snack from the kitchen. spotting his sister on the couch, he chuckled softly as he gently rubbed her forehead, “thanks for bein a little angel, ya gremlin.”

it’s as if the gods above could sense draken’s obliviousness and caused yns to vibrate several times. Much to her brother’s curiosity, he checked the notifications and felt his blood boil.

—

tani senpai <3: hey, made it back home. hope you rest easy, princess. thnx. rin also says “thanks for allowing him to annoy you so I could catch a break

inui. : yn can we talk? I promise it’s not what you thought; idk what to say. Just remember, you’ll always be my favorite girl ..<3 lmk when you’re ready.

inui. : idk jus tseeing yuor brothr without you attached at the hip just made my stomak hurt, I wanna see you more.. maybe it’s because I’m drunk and finally thinking sobre, but yer awlays my fav

inui. : look, unsot having talked for like — a weakk? Has Ben eating me up, I really miss you. I’ll see you at the shop ? dream well, pretty girl.

takemitchy: BESTIE,, DONT FORGET YOU OWE ME A REMATCH BECAUSE YOU HAD YOUR BROTHER PUT ME IN A CHOKEHOLD SO YOU COULD CROSS THE FINISH LINE

takemitchy: wait, can you send me your brownie recipe ??? Hina loved them :,)

—

he didn’t know whether to be upset at the fact that there was some random “tani senpai” texting his sister and he didn’t know jack shit about them, or the fact one of his best friends was talking and drunk texting his sister. Nothing a beer and pizza can’t help.

After grabbing a full pizza box plus some beer and bringing it to his room, ken stared at his tv processing everything he just seen. Maybe this is just a dream? Maybe he’s so dizzy from the dancing and whiskey that he can’t seem to think straight? There’s just no way that his little sister would actually go for his friend; let alone, his friend returning the affection, right ? There’s absolutely no way that his sister would be letting random boys in the house. Nah, maybe he’s just scared of letting her go to university and growing up on him. This is all just a shitty nightmare.

“Whatever,” draken burped out as he took the cheap beer bottle to his lips, inhaling the last of the liquid, “heh, maybe it’s kisaki’s ghost hauntin my head with dumb thoughts.” He felt himself drifting to sleep, but stirred once he realized he almost forgot his nightly routine. Untucking the chain from his neck and pulling it towards his chapped lips, “g’night emma.”

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Salvation in Disguise

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff / Female reader (platonic) Tags: angst, cursing words, minor assumed violence, mentions of homophobia, legal age gap. Translations: pozhaluysta = please. Synopsis: When Wanda is leaving Westview, all its habitants felt relieved, left to their own devices to rebuild their old lives and to never heard from Wanda again. Except for you. You were left with an important decision. Her spell and control over your family gave you an escape from their control and mistreats towards you. So when she's driving away, you had a few minutes to save your life.

You were at the park having a rare time for yourself. Your parents allowed you to go and walk around before you have to go back for lunch. A rare occasion indeed, since you were 99% of your time with your parents and siblings, despite being legally out of age and with a well-paid job. 

For some reason, that seems normal to all your neighbors, living at your parent's house feels normal, but to you, there’s something else. You can’t explain it but you feel something is not quite right, but since you have so much fun when you’re with them you don’t question the nagging feeling in the back of your head.

With the day off, you decided to take on Agnes' advice and try that coffee shop in front of the park. Has it always been here? You can’t remember seeing it before, but with so many things happening lately and your constant daydreaming you think it might have been renovated and you never noticed.

You ordered the special of the day a “dirty chai” (which is just a chai latte with an espresso shot) and an integral muffin (balance) before going back to the park to do your favorite activity: people watching. 

Choosing your favorite bench in front of the fountain, you enjoy your small snack hoping to see at least from afar your favorite person in the whole town. Wanda Maximoff. 

You don’t remember when they moved here, maybe you never paid any attention to the people around your hood, but when it came to her? It was unavoidable not to. You formed a good relationship after the twins were born, helping her babysit for a few days after Monica went back to her hometown. The boys grew so fast (almost in the blink of an eye) but they were your favorite ones to watch. You even like Vision (was it an odd name? Sure) despite he being the one married to your crush. 

You were so engrossed and lost in your thoughts you don’t notice Wanda running into the park. It���s not until you heard a loud crash you turn your eyes to the sky and see it.

Agnes. 

Floating up there in the sky and throwing what it seems flashes of lights.

And Wanda. Beautiful and innocent Wanda.

Floating as well.

You see a purple light go straight to her.

You drop your muffin and get up from the bench so fast. “WANDA WATCH OUT!”

You’re not sure if she heard you but before you can yell at her again that same light hits you square on the chest, sending you a few meters away and impacting your body against a lamp post. Everything goes black.

… … …

”I’m not a witch. I don’t cast spells. No one taught me magic”

“Your powers exceed that of the Sorcerer Supreme. It’s your destiny to destroy the world” … … …

You hear a lot of commotion, you grunt and try to open your eyes. Everything is dark, a red mist covering the sky. You desperately look around for Wanda. You have a horrible headache, it’s as if something trapped in your mind is trying to get free. You try to get up but your body refuses, managing only to sit up.

You hear Agnes's voice up above you and when you look up at the sky, Wanda is there, surrounded by the red mist. It looks as if it's coming out of her. Her previous red hoodie is now a red top, on her forehead, there’s a tiara.

Standing there open-mouthed you can’t help but appreciate her beauty and strength. Even Agnes (did she call her Agatha?) Is it a weird kind of purple robe? You hear the twins and Monica around you, you even saw a flash of something red and white flaying on the other side of the park but you don’t have eyes for anyone else but Wanda.

A big explosion surrounds you and the park. And then everything goes black again, but you’re conscious this time. You know you should go back home, you’re not sure what’s happening but you’ll probably be safer at home.

There’s this nagging feeling again inside your head. At this point, it might explode from the pain. Migraines are nothing compared to this, but you can’t move. You are glued to your spot. You can’t stop outlook out for Wanda.

Suddenly, the sun comes out again (did it ever went down) and everything is bright. You see Monica in a black and white uniform in front of the twins, Vision s there as well but he’s….red? (You. Might have hit your head harder than you expect it. Westview was known for weird shit happening but this is extreme). 

When you see Wanda again, you see her talking to Agnes, and right before your eyes, her clothes change, her angry and scared voice goes back to being the overly sweet lady you once knew. You stand up and run back home despite your mind screaming not to.

// // //

It’s past midnight when you feel it. You were awakened by this flash of light bringing you back from dreamland gasping for air. 

Your mind is racing 3000 miles a second. Memories of your life coming up to you. 

Being yelled at, hit and slapped, punished by the person’s that should love you no matter what just for loving another girl. 

Been kept against your own will at the house.

The constant verbal and physical abuse. 

The loneliness of being taken far away from your friends and your ex-girlfriend and going to live in the middle of nowhere town when you were 16. A town so small no one would even think about looking out for you here. 

The hopelessness of not being able to run away because your father was a retired high-rank government officer. 

You check your thighs and wrists. The fading scars are there. The ones where you cut to numb the paint make you forget and maybe the final one that takes you out of this realm. 

You remember one day being up in your room crying yourself to sleep when your headaches started. You were no stranger to migraines, but this was worse, so bad you wanted to vomit. 

You ran to your bathroom. Next thing you know, you were having family dinners and going on Sunday family trips. 

And you knew everything was related to Wanda. Things changed when she came to town.

Wanda, the park, Agnes (guess is Agatha know). You suddenly put 2 and 2 together.

Wanda.

You need to see her.

You know you need to run to her. She might be your salvation.

You think you probably have a few hours before everyone is starting to get up and getting their memories, but the noise coming from your parent's rooms tells you it’s not that much.

Throwing a few changes of clothes, the few money you had saved from your babysitting days, you take your bag and slowly and quietly make your way downstairs. If the clock is right is almost 3 am.

You reach the main floor when the door of your parent's rooms cracks. You hold your breath, praying to someone they don’t notice you. The bathroom door closes a few seconds later. You make your way to the living room, only noticing the one picture is there. You stand there, behind your parents and where they used to be your siblings, you see there’s nothing there. It was just part of whatever Wanda created for you.

You take the opportunity and open the living room window and jump through it. The main and back doors are locked at night and only your father has the key. One night when he left you outside all night after getting late 3 minutes after your curfew, you made sure to break the lock on the leaving room window in case of an emergency. They never opened it so never noticed it.

You see the bathroom light is still on. You count to ten before sprinting toward the driveway and towards Wanda’s house, hoping to find her. At this point, you’ll be happy to find Agatha or even Monica.

Before you arrive at her house you stop. You don’t even know if your theory is correct but at this point of your life, you’re ready to risk it. 

You get there and look for her house. All you see is an empty lot.

No house, no construction, not even the reminiscent of anything. You start to panic.

“No, no, no, no”

Your breath gets shallow and your eyes are burning from your tears. You look frantically trying so desperately to find a sign of her. Anything but there’s nothing.

“You shouldn’t be here… Y/N”

Her thick accent makes you turn so fast your neck hurts.

“Wanda” you say with relief in your voice. She’s taken aback, clearly not expecting it. Her eyes are swollen and her red outfit is nowhere to be seen. Instead, she’s wearing a black hoodie.

You take a step towards her but she takes one back. You stop. 

“What are you doing here?”

“I…”

You don’t know. You just wanted to see her. The night air is colder or maybe is just your nerves. You hug yourself in order to get some warmth into your body. Your pj’s aren’t exactly the warmest ones.

She sees this and conjures a thick jacket around you. When you say nothing she continues putting some bags into her car. A black and heavy-looking bag pack at her shoulders. 

“You’re leaving?”

“I don’t think I’m welcoming here anymore Y/N. You should go home”

It’s the panic of not seeing her again, of her leaving you that has you getting closer to her and taking her wrist, stopping whatever task she was doing.

“Take me with you”

“What?” Her voice is barely a whisper but in the silence of the night is so loud she might be well yelling at you.

“Take me whit you Wanda… please”

You don’t beg. Never. Not after learning at a young age it only brought more problems, your father never stopped if you begged, it just enraged him more, so you learn to never beg, for anything.

She sees your hand on her wrist and feels the emotions swilling around you. She dares not to look at your mind but your thoughts are so loud she can’t help to see half of the abuse you have suffered. 

A small gasp leaves her lips.

“Why do you want to go with me? I’m a monster. You saw it yourself”

“You’re not a monster. Not to me”

She’s still watching your hand. Your voice is just a whisper.

“I trapped you here”

“You freed me”

“I controlled your mind!”

“You saved me!”

“You... I… what?” She’s speechless, her nose scrunched in this little way you always thought cute.

“I don’t know the extend of what happened or how it happened, All I know is that my life was hell, literal hell and then you came into Westview and…”

“I should never have done what I did Y/N. You should be afraid of me”

“I’m not”

“Well you should”

You can tell she’s getting exasperated. Her eyes flashing red.

“Wanda… pozhaluysta”

It’s that little world in her native langue that has her seeing you for the first time this night. She sees your eyes and sees all the pain and anguish you have. She sees the same reflected in her eyes.

A plea in your eyes. You don’t see her as a monster or the Scarlet Witch. When you see her, she can see hope in your eyes.

She joined the Avengers and fought at their side to save people. The recent events after Thanos sidetracked her and blinded her. She was grieving and in pain… and did things she never thought of doing. Was she really what Hydra, Ultron, Agatha, and a lot of people said she was? Someone to be afraid of?

But you were here and as much as she just wants to grieve and is suffering, she has the chance again of being a hero. To make the effort and fight for once she once fought, to be worthy again, to make Vision sacrifice worth, to fight for the love she once felt.

“Okey”

The smile you give her is prof enough she can start again.

When Wanda left Westview and all its habitants, they felt relieved, left to their own devices to rebuild their old lives and to never heard from her again. Except for you. 

You were leaving with her, escaping from the real prison you lived before she came into your life and offered you your salvation in disguise.

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