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fetusgooseandjuice · 4 months

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Trust Me

Pairing(s): Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: You haven’t been able to sleep in a couple weeks, and Natasha knows just the way to get you to close your eyes.

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: None? (If anyone finds any feel free to message me!)

Author’s Note: Heyy guys! I know I haven’t posted a fic in like 6 months, but I got writers block and it just never really went away. I’m not sure when I’ll post again, but I’ve had the idea for this fic for a while and I finally got the motivation to write it. It might not be that good but I hope you enjoy it at least a little! Think of it as a little Christmas gift :)

Author’s Note Pt. 2: Also, this is not proofread because I just wanted to get it posted so there might be some spelling and grammar errors!

You heavily sighed once again for probably the fifth time in the past five minutes. It’s been a few hours since you and Natasha had called it a night, and yet here you were at nearly three in the morning still lying wide awake.

Although it’s not as if you were surprised or expecting anything else. You’d been having trouble falling asleep since the first night you and Natasha arrived in Norway.

Despite not having gotten many hours of sleep lately, for some reason you still weren’t tired and still could not fall asleep.

When your girlfriend came to you a week and a half ago and told you she had no other choice but to leave the states in order to evade the government after the whole incident between Tony and Steve, you instantly decided you’d be going with her without a second thought and left no room for her to disagree.

After all she should’ve known you’d follow her anywhere, but you guess it’s taken a toll on you.

You wanted to sleep, and yet you weren’t sure what was keeping you up. Maybe you were worried about something happening to Natasha?

‘What if she gets caught? Or what if we both somehow get hurt?’ you thought.

But you knew she was more than capable of taking care of herself and keeping you safe at the same time.

Even with the amount of times you told yourself not to worry, your mind wouldn’t listen.

You eventually sighed and turned your head to look at the redhead behind you. Her arms were wrapped tightly around you and no matter how much she shifted throughout the night, she never let you go.

The mere thought of that would be enough to bring a smile to your face if you weren’t so frustrated with yourself.

Deciding you’d had enough of laying there awake, you carefully unraveled your girlfriend’s arms from around you and slid out of bed.

You almost shivered at the cool temperature of the trailer as your bare feet touched the floor and you made your way into the kitchen.

The random plastic bags on the counter rustled as you rummaged through them in search of something to snack on, finally coming across a bottle of water and a pack of chips you’d never heard of.

As you went to open the cap of the bottle, a pair of arms slipping around your waist startled you. The yelp you let out made the person behind you chuckle, and you relaxed recognizing the sound.

“Sorry, malysh (baby).” Natasha said and you turned to look at her to see the apologetic look she had on her face.

You gave her a slight smile before shaking your head, “It’s okay. But what’re you doing up right now, Nat? You should be asleep, you need to rest.”

She dipped her head down to press multiple kisses to the skin of your neck, “I could ask you the same question because so do you.”

You should’ve known you wouldn’t be able to leave the warmth of your shared bed without her noticing.

“I just couldn’t sleep.” you said, making her eyebrows furrow as you opened your water bottle and took a sip. “But I know you’re still tired so you should go back to bed, I’ll be there soon.”

“No, not without you.” Natasha was quick to disagree, “What’s going on, dorogaya (darlin)? You were yawning quite a bit before we went to bed. Why can’t you sleep?” she rested her chin on your shoulder, ready to listen to what you had to say.

You sighed realizing that you were going to have to have this conversation now. Your shoulders shrugged, “I don’t know.” was all you offered.

Natasha stayed quiet, giving you the floor for when you were ready to add on. A moment later, you did.

“I haven’t really gotten any decent sleep recently, so I’m not sure why I can’t fall asleep or why I’m not tired.”

Your girlfriend pecked your shoulder blade, acknowledging that she heard you.

“How long has this been going on for?” she asked.

For a second you went quiet, not exactly wanting to answer when you remembered that now that she knew, she wasn’t going to let it go until she made it better.

“Since we left the states.” you admitted.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

Once again, you shrugged your shoulders, “I didn’t want to worry you.” you said. “You already have a lot on your plate with this whole situation and I didn’t want to add more to it.”

You heard Natasha sigh and now you appreciated that fact that you weren’t standing face to face at the moment.

“I guess I’m thinking too much.” you added. “At night I finally get the time to actually think about stuff, and I worry about you and if you’re going to be okay.”

Natasha was also glad you weren’t standing face to face right now because if you were, you would’ve seen the way her lips pulled into a smile.

“Well if you’re going to worry about me then I think I have every right to worry about you.” she chuckled and you fought back a smile at it.

“I’m sorry.” you said.

She didn’t say anything for a few moments until you heard her soft voice with that hint of rasp speak up.

“Look at me, krasivyy (beautiful).”

You craned your neck to see green eyes which were filled to the brim with love and tenderness staring at you, the singular warm light above the kitchen sink allowing her to see your sad ones.

The frustration that’d been building up in you beginning to melt away ever so slightly.

“I want you to talk to me about what you’re going through.” Natasha spoke. “I don’t care about what you think I might have going on, you’re always my first priority, okay?”

You nodded as she raised a hand to caress your cheek, brushing a hair behind your ear in the process.

“I love you too much to have you worrying that pretty little head of yours all alone when I’m always right here for you.” she pressed her lips to your temple to emphasize her point. “So promise me next time you’ll tell me if somethings wrong?”

“I promise, and I love you too, Nat.”

“Good,” Natasha smiled and leaned in to connect your lips in a loving kiss, pulling away shortly after and leaning her forehead against yours. “I’m going to be okay, so there’s no need to worry. We’re both gonna be okay, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you agreed. You knew Natasha would make sure of that.

“Alright, do you think you’re ready to head back to bed?”

You weren’t sure how to answer that. Even though you were relieved Natasha knew now and you talked about it, you still weren’t even close to being able to go to sleep.

“No,” you spoke quietly. “I’m still not really tired, and I honestly don’t know if I will be until this all blows over.”

Natasha went silent for a few moments, thinking. She turned you around to face her and moved your arms to wrap around her shoulders.

“Nat, what are you—”

“Shhh,” she interrupted your sentence, “Just trust me.”

So you did.

Her arms snaked back around your waist and pulled you into her. You weren’t exactly sure what she was doing until she began swaying with you from one side to the other.

You’d danced together before, but at Tony’s many parties. Not when you were trying to make yourself fall asleep.

“Nat, I don’t think—”

“You’re supposed to be trusting me. Do you not?”

“I do, but—”

“So shhh,” she said and you couldn’t help the little giggle you let out. “You said you were thinking too much, right?”

“Yeah.” you confirmed.

“So just relax and let me do all the thinking. I don’t want you to worry about anything except trusting me.”

“Okay.” you whispered, giving in and resting your cheek on her shoulder, allowing her to move you.

A few seconds later Natasha began humming. It wasn’t a song that you knew, but you recognized it as one of the many Russian lullabies she’s hummed and sometimes sang to you before.

The way she hummed them always made you feel relaxed and peace, and this time was no different. Because soon you started to lean into her more as you became more and more weary.

Your heavy eyelids fell shut and your head found security in her neck as you cuddled closer to it, happily letting her comforting scent soothe you.

After a couple of songs, Natasha finally looked at you to find you pretty much sound asleep.

She grinned to herself and pecked your head before lifting you into her arms, making her way back to your bedroom.

“Told you to trust me.”

~ end ~

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devourable · 11 months

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☾ the monster

sfw | tws : teratophilia, yandere behavior/thoughts, kidnapping?

yandere monster x gn reader! only pronoun for reader used is 'you'

the last of my male yanderes from the poll,, finally <3 tysm to my friend for helping me w this :,) this one goes out to all my monster lovers out there (aka me). his name isn't used in this fic but hes named mykolas!

also!! after this fic i'll be going on a short hiatus! i have to work a lot this week and won't have time/energy to write or draw. but i will still respond to messages and will answer asks when i return (or during the down time i do have if i can). i'll see you all soon! <3

the beast was lonely. he always had been, and figured he always would be.

he learned long ago that he wasn't something that people cared for. every attempt to interact with civilization was met with fear and vitriol, harsh reminders that he wasn't allowed to enjoy the company of others. every strange happening, every fool that went missing, every incident that the townsfolk couldn't explain was always blamed on him.

even the sign outside of his forest said it ; "keep away! the beast of rochshire wood lurks!". no one would dare to step foot in his domain.

so the day he discovered you in his woods, things changed.

what were you doing there, he wondered? you looked so content, so unafraid to be in his forest as you traveled from bush to bush, picking berries and uprooting a few edible plants to tuck them away in the basket you were carrying. did you not see the signs? weren’t you afraid?

despite his questions about your presence there, something drew the beast to you. he didn't feel the urge to hide himself away like he usually would when a human stumbled into his home. you… he felt you were different. you must’ve been unlike the others if you could just come along so casually like this.

the foliage he stood in rustled as he slowly approached you. somehow, you didn’t notice or feel his eyes on you despite how intensely he was observing you and continued with your activities at first. it wasn't until a stick loudly snapped under his step thay your head snapped in his direction.

your eyes widened as you locked them with the glowing white gaze of the hulking beast before you. he was massive! so big that the large antlers atop his head brushed against the branches above him. and the pitch black fur that the... thing was covered in did nothing but make it almost seem like an amorphous mass of muscle. he was unlike anything you'd ever seen before.

you wanted to be scared. you wanted to scream and run away, get out of the forest and return to the safety of your home. the rumors, the signs — they were all true! they weren't a joke like you assumed! but despite your brain screaming at you to get out of there, you just didn't. you were frozen in place, unable to move or even react as the creature slowly leaned down to you and...

sniffed you?

the strange chuffing sound caught you off guard, baffling you out of your frozen state. you blinked a few times and realized — it was definitely sniffing you. and it pulled away right after, taking a step or two back.

the monster was so desperate to not look like a threat to you. you were so lovely, you seemed so sweet, and you smelled nice! he didn't want to scare you away! with a sort of chirping noise, he laid his head to the ground in a bid to show you that he was harmless.

curiosity got the better of you. possibly against your better judgement, you took a step toward the beast. he lifted his head slightly as you slowly pressed your hand to what you could only assume was the creature's forehead. and sure enough, this earned a small trill from him.

you couldn't help the small laugh falling from your lips, which promptly got his massive tail wagging. you weren't scared! you were touching him! and it wasn't to hurt him! his heart was pounding so much that he practically vibrated with excitement. he sat back — unintentionally startling you, but thankfully not driving you away.

you tilted your head, slowly, to the left. the creature did the same, its massive antlers brushing against the branches over its head. you tilted your head to the right, and it followed suit. you raised a hand and sheepishly waved to the creature, and to your surprise, it waved back!

that was all he need to fall completely head over heels for you.

you were oblivious to his adoration for you, but you definitely weren't hating your time with him. he wasn't nearly as bad as the village made him out to be! so you didn't notice the time flying by as the monster herded you deeper into the forest (away from the way out), guiding you to the bushes with the best berries and the biggest patches of edible foliage. he seemed so happy to have company, it was so easy to convince yourself to stay longer.

every time you tried to go into a direction he didn't want you going in, he'd pick you up and set you back down in the way he wanted you to go. and you let him. you didn't have very much of a choice in the matter, but it was okay! so what if the sun was starting to set? he was filling your basket — you wouldn't have to shop for days after this. and every time you made even the slightest suggestion of having to go, he gave you those big, glowing puppy eyes that you just couldn't disappoint.

just a few more minutes and you'd leave, you told yourself. you said it even after your basket and pockets were well beyond their capacity. you said it when the shadows started growing and the sky grew even darker. you said it until the moon was overhead, and the path out of the forest was too obscured for you to find it again...

when you looked at the beast again, he offered you his hand. and again, possibly against your better judgement, you took it.

it was dangerous to be alone in the forest, didn't you know? but there was nothing to worry about. the monster would make sure nothing — no one — took you from the safety of his presence.

you weren't safe anywhere that wasn't by his side.

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starlightdreaming · 28 days

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Lucifer Morningstar x Reader! Ch. 5!

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel!

Content Warning: nothing really (just heed with previous warnings), implications of Season 1: Episode 2 though. (yay) (not proofread)

Synopsis: You spend time at the hotel, helping Charlie. :D

Further note: sorry it took so long, writers block was gnawing at me.

Chapters!: Chapter 1 ✧ Chapter 2 ✧ Chapter 3 ✧ Chapter 4 ✧ Chapter 5 (you are here) •<•)b

this chapters song is:

(optional but only recommended for the first bit of the story lol)

｡･:*:･ﾟLululuna･ﾟ:｡*:･｡

After losing you a few days ago, Heaven was fine, no one knew what happened between you and Sera- except Adam but he kept quiet, He didn’t like you after what you did to Lute, he felt rather humbled from when you stopped and dragged him back to Heaven and it pissed him off entirely.

Sera was at her desk, finishing her work in the same room that had been covered by your blood days before but she cleaned that up before anyone would discover the incident. It was all fine until-

knock, knock, knock.

“Come in.” Sera says as she put her attention away from the papers she was focusing on, she sat up straight before Emily came in, panting and disheveled, a worried look on her face, “Emily?” Sera’s body relaxed into her seat, seeing as it was only her sister and not some official business, “What is the matter dear?” Sera asked with concern as Emily ran up to her desk tossed down whatever she had in her hands, “Where’s Y/n?” Emily asked, “The stars she made around the city are hurting, I can feel their pain.”

Sera looked down at her desk to see stars Emily gathered, they chimed weakly in sorrow, Sera didn’t know what to do but she did know what to say, “Y/n is…” she pauses, trying to remember the cover up story she made for your absence, “Y/n became fallen.” Sera says, Emily shocked and surprised, “but how? she says, trying to find any reason why you would, “A few days ago, she hurt many of our people, our people,” she half lied, “so she had to go.”

Emily looked down at the weakened stars on the desk, the stars seemed to have sensed your absence in Heaven and that’s when they began to grow bleak, “I didn’t even get to say goodbye,” Emily saddened, holding up one of the stars that squeaked to her, trying to tell them it’s woes, “how come no one told me about her becoming fallen?” she asks her sister, feeling a bit hurt from being left out in the blue, “she’s was hostile and dangerous,” Sera stated, lying behind your back to keep Emily at bay, “She had to dealt with quickly and she was.” She spoke, Emily softly poking the star with a boop to comfort it, “A week ago, I started sensing their dismay and before you know it, they are slowly becoming weaker,” Emily says as she walked around the desk to get close to her sister, she gave the star to Sera to hold, to see if Sera could feel their pain.

Sera held it with both hands, observing the star, the star sensed Sera’s presence and touch, it squeaked in sorrow before it crumbled in Sera’s hands, making both the Seraphim’s wide eye in shock, “oh no, what happened?” Emily says confused, taking the dust out of Sera’s hands rather quickly, no longer feeling any consciousness of the crumbled star, “why did it just..?” Emily tries to ask, not wanting to accept its loss, she took the other stars off the desk, scared they might fall apart as well.

Sera tried to think, it was one problem after another to her, she got rid of you for her own sake, realizing now she might have just jeopardized the balance of Heaven for all her people thanks to losing you because of her own selfishness, Sera sighed before standing up out of her seat, “I don’t know, Emily,” She said, honestly for once during their entire conversation, “but what I do know is that without someone with the ability to make the stars, all the stars might fade away too, especially the ones that work and help our people on a daily basis.” She states, walking to her younger sister, holding her hands in hers, “I’ll try and figure something out for our people, okay?” She comforts her, kissing her head before going back to sit at her desk to continue to work.

Emily quietly left the office without another word, she looked at her hands, after Sera had contact with your stars, the others crumbled to nothing but dust as well. Emily couldn’t help but wonder, where are you now? and are you okay? She would never know the answers but all she can do is hope that you are.

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You stared blankly in surprise after watching Alastor fight off Sir Pentious and launch him away in the air to who knows where, “well, it looks as though I need a visit to the tailor, best of luck, chums.” He waves off, “wait, you’re leaving?” You asked before Vaggie stepped in, “Alastor, we need your help, we need you to do your job.” She spoke before Angel added in, “we need a wall.” deadpanning.

“of course!” Alastor replied before he turned back, can’t let my project fall into disrepair already, what would the papers say?” he asked, snapping his fingers before walking away again, Angel shoving Vaggie away as he giggles, you caught Vaggie as she landed in your arms, giving you a quiet “thanks.” making Charlie smile at you both.

“Maybe we should head to the city? how about we find some new recruits? just us three!” Charlie offers, wrapping her arm around you and Vaggie, reeling you in for a hug side hug, “Sure, I’d love to help! after all, you did help me out a lot.” You smile as you stepped away from her hug, standing next to her before you three began to walk together towards the city.

“So I was thinking,” You say as you began a conversation with Charlie, “Since i’m staying at the Hotel and I can actually stop the extermination, what if we advertised protection from it?” You offered, thinking maybe it could be a good idea that would convince the public, “that’s actually quite smart.” Vaggie praised, making your heart swell in joy that she liked the idea, “really?” you ask, seeing if she meant it, “really!” Charlie exclaimed, bumping her arm into yours lightly with a smile on his face.

Upon walking into the city, you finally saw sinners and demons walking around the streets, since the last time you were here- everyone evacuated when you first arrived- you were rather excited to see so many people.

“So how are we gonna do this?” You chimed eagerly, walking backwards in front of Vaggie and Charlie, “do we go door to door or do we make an assembly?” You asked, tilting your head slightly, not noticing that some of the demons had already noticed you and began to hide.

Charlie smiled as she summoned paper with her ability, “here,” she says, handing you a flyer, “we walk up to sinners, person to person to advert their full attention! So it has everything you need to say to talk about the hotel.” She explains. You took the paper, skimming through the words to understand what you had to say or promote, “okay! I’ll go do just that!” You smiled.

“We’ll meet back up here at this spot and bring anyone we find.” Charlie says, giving Vaggie a flyer too, “Okay, I’ll be on my way then!” You say as you waved at them both before walking in your own direction, exploring the city.

You took turns and corners down the city, walking up to sinners of all sorts, tall or small, “Hi! Would you be interested to join us at the Hazbin Hotel?” You’d offer, only for them to back away or run off in fear or a hurry. It wasn’t long until people began to avoid you as a whole, feeling the same feeling you did when you first walked down these streets, “hello?” You’d call out into the empty streets once again, it wasn’t exactly the same as last time though, the people were just hiding this time.

“I mean no harm!” You shouted, slightly desperate for anyone to acknowledge your statement but no one seemed to do so, “I’m an angel- yes, but I can protect you from extermination like I have last time!” You tried to reason, only to hear a voice in the distance shout, “you made the extermination deadline shorter!” Making you falter at their claim, understanding now that they avoid and blame you for the new deadline than rather praise you for stopping the last extermination.

You sighed in defeat as you began to walk again, heading back to the regrouping spot, holding up the flyer to look at. You stared at handmade drawing on it with the big red hotel and a little Charlie on it making a small smile form on your face , ‘maybe they had luck trying to find recruits?’ You thought, trying to comfort yourself as you continued to walk.

As you walked down the empty streets, demons and sinners that were hiding around in corners and alleys were holding up their phones, taking photos and recordings of you as you walked, making you feel uneasy by yourself, you were wishing you could just fly away but your wings were still healing, perhaps you should help heal them quicker using some of your mana tonight, you thought as you hugged yourself.

You picked up your pace slightly, feeling more paranoid by yourself from the inaudible whispers, when you turned the corner, you smiled as you shouted to Charlie and waved, relieved to see the two familiar faces again, “Charlie! I’m back.” You called, stopping in front of her with a smile, “Y/n! How’d it go?” She asks, making your smile falter, “oh, uhm,” you began, looking away, “I couldn’t get anyone.” You confessed, disappointed in yourself, “Oh,” she says a little upset before brushing it off with a smile again, “well that’s alright!” She comforted, “the day has just begun so we have all day to look around the city!” she chimed, raising her hand in the air, only for the city lights to flicker and shut down, “or not…” she says, raising her arm down, the only light source being their eyes, except you, “wow you glow so pretty.” Charlie says to you, making Vaggie look at you as well, “Yeah, you light up like a star, even your eyes glow- wait are your pupils like shooting stars?” She says as she smiles, you wave off their compliments shyly, getting embarrassed from their sudden flattery remarks, “heh, yeah, it’s mostly my wings that glow though but right now they’re… ehhh..” you trailed off, looking at your bandaged wings and shrugging.

It wasn’t long until you started hearing screaming, the city power going out was now making the city panic in a frenzy, “wait, what’s going on?” You asked, now seeing demons were running rampant and started getting hostile, “well- you see-“ Charlie tries to explain before a car flipped over next to her, making her jump in fright, “when the power of the city goes out- so does the internet…” Charlie explains, taking your hand, “which is why I think it’s best if we just head back to the hotel for the day.” She says, dragging you slightly as you ran from the city, Vaggie using an angelic spear to protect you both as you followed back to the hotel.

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Unbeknownst to you, Alastor and his rival were arguing through radio and video, making the power in hell go out. In a small meeting room of the Vee’s Tower, they talked about the radio demon and Charlie Morningstar, not to mention ‘miss shooting star,’ and how she would become a great use to them, specifically you.

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You groaned, completely exhausted from the running and walking for half an hour, you three walked back in the Hotel, you hadn’t run in so long, you were completely out of it as you ‘plomped’ into the ground, in the same place as you did when you first arrived, Charlie plopping onto the sofa, tired as well. “So how’d it go?” Angel smirked, scrolling through his phone, “Not a single new recruit.” Vaggie said as she leans against the sofas arm rest, sighing.

You lift your head up from the ground, looking up to see the black kitty cleaning herself next to you, “Hey what’s her name?” You ask, hoping someone would answer, “her names Keekee, she’s the embodiment of the hotel.” Vaggie says, turning to you before hearing a knock at the door, “Keekeeee..” you called for her, scooting closer to her as her tiny paws lifted her up to walk closer to you. She rubbed her face against yours, purring, making your pupils dilate in pure joy, eyes sparkling.

You made a star and waved it around keekee, making her chase it like a red laser light. You giggled as you played with her, meanwhile Charlie got up to follow Vaggie to the door, passing by you and smiling at how comfortable you were beginning to feel in her hotel.

You sat up as you moved the star around with a swing of your finger, Keekee spinning in circles and chasing the star, you let her catch it eventually, she picked it up, jumping into your arms and purring, you stood up with Keekee in arms and turned to see the snake serpent from earlier with Charlie, you decided to talk to them to find out what’s going on, “hey Charlie, who’s the new guy?” You asked, the snake slithered behind Charlie after seeing you, “oh, he’s our new resident, Sir Pentious!” She exclaims excited before moving to the side to introduce the serpent to you, “Pentious, this is Y/n, she is also one of our staff members!” Charlie smiles as you stepped closer to Sir Pentious, “it’s nice to meet you,” you smile at him, with Keekee still in arms, “oh- and this is Keekee!” You say, lifting her up to show her to him as he waved nervously at you both, Keekee hissed at Sir Pentious and jumped out of your arms, making you frown with an “aww.”

“Okay, today, how about we start with some exercises?” Charlie asks, walking to the parlor, gathering a few of your attention, “Now! With a new resident, I think it’s important we all get to know each other, so we are going to play a little game.” Charlie says as you sat in a circle, sitting between Sir Pentious and Angel Dust, “everyone, follow me,” she says as she smiled, “my name is Charlie,” she clapped twice before kneeling down next to Vaggie, “I like to sing,” clap, clap, “and when we get to know each other, it’s the greatest thing!” She chimes, clapping twice again before gesturing her hand toward Sir Pentious, signaling it was his turn.

“My name’s Sir Pentious,” he clapped twice, nervously, “I like to build,” clap, clap, “and despite my stupid Egg Bois, I think i’m very skilled,” he clapped twice, happy about how smoothly he manages to play his part before gesturing his hand to you, signaling it was your turn now, you nervously sat up as you began, “uhh, my name is Y/n,” you clapped, slightly off beat, “I’m a former seraphim,” you clapped twice, on beat this time, “and if you can’t tell, I’m not good with rhythm.” You clapped, wanting the attention off of you from your silly act. You gestured your arm quickly to Angel who was on his phone, “this is stupid.” He deadpanned, looking up from his device, “this is not stupid,” Charlie clapped twice, walking toward Angel, “it’s just the game,” she smiled clapping again, “these two did it well so please try to do the same!” She sung, clapping twice as she leaned toward Angel.

“I am too sober for this.” He says, as he rubbed his temples, looking down, “Well, get used to it and learn how to play, this is gonna be your whole day.” Vaggie says before clapping twice, making you snicker a laugh. “Well how about we try something else?” Charlie says as she stepped back in the circle, “oh, I have an idea!!” You chimed, raising and waving your hand rather excitedly, “alright, what do you have in mind?” Charlie asks, you stand up before bringing Charlie’s hand together with your own, oblivious to Vaggie who immediately stood up for what ever reason, you used your ability to make a portion of cosmic dust into her hands, walking to do the same with the others, “what’s this for?” Charlie asked, looking at the glowing and sparkling dust in her hands, “It’s cosmic dust! I’m going to show you how to make stars.” You smiled, giving some to Sir Pentious and going to Angel, “ooh, this sounds rather interesting.” Charlie smiles, sitting down next to Vaggie, who also sat down next to her.

After giving everyone a portion of cosmic dust you were now in the lead to direct everyone, “okay so first, you want to try and shape out the dust into the form of a star as best you can.” you explained as you gave them a visual guidance with your own hands. “Next, you want to crush it together until it hardens and molds, easy right?” You smiled as you showed them the steps again, a star forming in your hands.

You giggled as you watched Sir Pentious try, only for it to explode in his face like he popped a balloon with glitter, “here, let’s try again,” you say as you summoned more dust for him, “first you shape it, then crush it like this!” You say as you guided him, thoroughly, the star wasn’t shaped perfectly but it was in his eyes as they sparkled from the new creation he had made. You walked off to help Charlie and Vaggie but you saw Charlie make it almost perfectly, “woah that’s amazing, not everyone can get it this well on their first try!” You complimented her, looking at the perfect curves on the star, “Oh, it’s not my first time, my dad used to teach me how to make them when I was younger!” She informs, making your heart stop for a moment, “oh, your dad, huh?” You pondered, “yeah, he used to always make them for some reason, he showed me how but it’s been a while since I have made one.” She said, raising the star close to her again, “that’s lovely…” you say as you stepped back, “I’m gonna go check on Angel since you got it, how about helping Vaggie?” You smiled, seeing as the dust had covered her face too.

You walked to Angel and kneeled down, “so how’s it going?” You asked. He looked up at you, seeing as he didn’t even bother to try, the dust still in his hands, “what do you think?” He says sarcastically, “well, I think you just need a little push!” You say, taking his hands toward you, shaping the star and helping him hold his hands together to mold it, “okay, now what?” He asked, not really interested, you laughed lightly, taking the star from his hands and clasping it into your own before opening your hands and giving the star back to Angel.

He looked at the star, seeing it was as the same until the star chimed, it blinked open its eyes, making Angel Dust blink in surprise, the star was now alive as it floated in Angels hand “now you get to keep it!” You say, going back to Pentious to make his star sentient as well.

You walked to Sir Pentious, who was still admiring how it glowed, you took it from him quickly, drawing his attention with a frown, giving it back to him quickly than he could say anything, his smile grew twice as much when the star squeaked in his hands, “this is such the sweetest thing.” Sir Pentious spoke before asking you, “Can it do labor?” With a serious tone, you nodded before walking away to Charlie and Vaggie, “perfect.” He said with a mischievous grin.

“So, how’s it going here?” You asked, as you kneeled down to the ground, “it’s actually going pretty well right now,” Charlie said, showing you both their stars, you smiled as you took them in your hands and admired their details, for some reason, you began to feel sentimental, you looked up at Charlie and for a second- you saw Lucifer. You blinked in surprise, shocked from your own delusions, you leaned away from them for a moment, just to see it was Charlie again, “are you alright?” Charlie asked, you recompose yourself with a quick, “yeah, yeah, sorry,” you sat up again, giving them both their stars, “I wanna try something with you, Charlie.” You requested, putting the star in her hand, “what is it?” She asked, “the star,” you pointed at it, “make it sentient.” You demanded, softly.

“How do I do that?” She asked, slightly confused at your request, “if you have powers like your father, there’s a chance you can make it come alive, just focus.” You smiled, sitting patiently as she looked at the star before closing her eyes and channeling her power through into it. The star began to emit a soft golden glow making your eyes widen in awe, that nostalgic feeling gnawing at you now and before you know it, the star chimed, shocking you completely, “oh my stars, you did it!” You squealed, leaning toward the star in her hand giggling in excitement, “I did?” She asked, surprised that you were fawning over her sentient creation, “yes! No Angel in Heaven were able to make sentient stars like me,” you say as you sat up again, “but you can!” You beamed, happy to find someone who could, “I’m just so happy a long life dream of mine became reality.” You smiled, feeling less alone in your unique abilities, “My father also taught me how do this, you know.” She smiled making you pause in surprise, “he did??” You say, surprised, “yeah, he said while Luna- uhm- you were making stars, he’d always watch you and eventually, he learned in your steps.” She smiled, making you feel mixed emotions of longing and disgust, one set of your mind feeling happy that he was strongly interested in your passions but the other felt rather insulted, like he took you own skills as his own, you didn’t know how to respond without feeling rather emotional to Charlie so you decided to avoid the subject of topic.

“That’s really nice and all,” you waved off the topic of Lucifer, “but how about we go to the next exercise of the day?” You asked, Charlie smiled and stood up, “for the next thing I want us to do is put on a little play,” she said, helping Vaggie up, “you guys wait here, I’ll go and get the others.” She smiled as she walked away from the parlor and into the lobby, leaving you four alone together. Sir Pentious was distracted, playing with the star he had made and Angel was on his phone, the star tucked in his chest fluff, leaving you and Vaggie staring at each other awkwardly, “so..” you began, “that weapon you carry around,” you pointed at Vaggie, “where’d you get it?” You asked, a little of hostility in your voice, knowing that exorcists bring harm to sinners, “Oh- I uh…” she stuttered, looking away from you, “I found it after one of the exterminations a few years back?” She shrugged, smiling nervously, making you stand up unconvinced, “I don’t wanna invade your privacy or anything but what happened to your eye?” You asked, pointing at your own, making her step back, you realized you were making her uncomfortable so you sighed, realizing your own anger, “sorry,” you apologized, “seeing you hold that weapon, really set me on edge earlier,” you explained, “I trust that you are using it to keep others safe?” You smiled, trying to sound comforting in way for her to understand, she nodded as well, “yeah, I use it to keep the others safe.” She smiled, turning to you, Charlie came back with Husk, Niffty and Alastor, stopping you from continuing your conversation, “perhaps you could explain another time?” You asked, Vaggie nodded in agreement, making you turn and walk away towards the sofa.

You sat next to Sir Pentious on the sofa as the others came along to join, Husk sat in the chair as Niffty squabbled around behind the sofa, staring deeply at Sir Pentious much to your disliking, it was rather uncomfortable, Vaggie sat next to Pentious on the other end and Alastor stood next to you. “Okay so between our two residents, i’d like them to act out this script,” Charlie said, walking towards Pentious, “You are going to play the innocent young boy and Angel,” she turned to him, “You are going to play the creepy old man.” she smiled, giving him his script, “wait, seriously?” he deadpanned, looking away from his phone to look at the paper.

“Now what you need are some outfits!” she chimed, giving Sir Pentious and Angel outfits for the little play, “just put these on and we can begin.” she said, sitting next to you after Pentious got up to put the clothes over his own.

After a while, Sir Pentious somehow had a comically large lollipop, licking the sugary treat, as Angel sighed, unenthusiastically, “oh, i’m a bad man on the streets, who never got enough hugs,” Angel began, looking at his script, “now, where’s an innocent kid I could sell crack too?” he asks, while you leaned forward in your seat, “wow, who wrote this?” Angel asks, baffled, “it’s great right?” Charlie smiled, making you look at her and Angel, “keep going!” she waved her hand downwards at him. “Hey, you,” Angel began again, pointing at Pentious before he looked back at his paper, “who, me?” Sir Pentious chimed, sparkling his eyes, “yeah, you look like a kid who could use some.. devil’s dandruff??” he questioned at the name, “oh, for fuck’s sake.” he said, rubbing a hand through his hair, “not me,” Sir Pentious said, shaking his head, “I have to go home and study!” he smiled, looking at Angel, “come on kid, it’ll make you cool like me..” Angel paused before looking up unimpressed, “the crack head.” “the only cool thing here is to say no to drugs,” Sir Pentious played on, shaking his head again, “now, if you’ll excuse me, i’m off to not have sexual intercourse before marriage!” he ginned, a hand to his chest with pride, proud of his act, Charlie stood up and clapped in amusement, “oh, bravo! bravo,” she smiled, walking to Pentious, “wow, Pentious, at this rate you’ll be redeemed in no time.” she complimented, you got up as well to join the conversation only to gaze at Angel as he spoke, “I.. I’m going to bed.” He said as he walked to the stairs with a frown, sensing that something was off, you watched him, concerned.

No one seemed to notice his mood as Charlie kept praising Sir Pentious for his wonderful acting, you decided to follow Angel, worried for him, sensing you could possibly relate to his troubles and through personal experience, you always wanted a shoulder to lean on so maybe that’s what he wanted as well? At least that’s what you think, “Angel, wait,” you called for him as you ran up the stairs. He stopped to turn to you, “what is it?” He asked bluntly, making you second guess yourself, “oh- uh- I noticed you might not be too happy” you stuttered, “so I just came to ask if you’re alright.” You say, a small smile wrying on your face, he sighed, “I’m fine.” He said, crossing his arms, avoiding your gaze, “okay, okay, well- if you need anything, I’m always here to help,” you offered, hugging your arm awkwardly, “if you need any at any time of course.” you say before turning away and going back to the others, “goodnight, Angel.” You waved at him, heading back downstairs with everyone else.

“And what do you think about my performance?” Sir Pentious asked, a little way too basked in with compliments, “oh- it was good,” you smiled at him, trying to go to Charlie to ask her something, “Hey Charlie, can I have some snacks?” You ask her, wanting to head to your room for the night, “Oh, sure! they’re in the kitchen down that hallway to the left.” She smiled, pointing to the direction, “thanks, i’m gonna head to my room for the night, so goodnight.” You waved at her, walking to the kitchen, hearing her telling you goodnight as well, not even acknowledging Sir Pentious was trying to talk to you.

After gathering yourself some snacks that might interest you, you waddled up to your room and laid in your bed, playing around with the sentient stars in your room that were raining star dust on the floor, they were making a mess but you didn’t mind as you just kept making more, munching away from your snacks. Your room was eventually covered in star and cosmic dust but to you, it was just a touch of your own decor, making feel more like you were at home.

It wasn’t long until you heard a thud through the walls, you sat up curiously until you heard shouting and fighting in the distance, you got out of your bed and walked out your room, seeing Charlie and Vaggie were also out of their rooms from the noise, Vaggie held that spear again, walking to the nearby room with muffled shouting, “What’s going on?” Charlie yawned, Vaggie standing next to her as you leaned to peek in the room, seeing it was Angel Dust and Sir Pentious, “this little bitch is a traitor!” Angel shouted, holding Pentious’ arm, “preposterous! I would never betray you…” Pentious exclaimed, slithering toward you and Charlie, “you… are my best friends!” he says hugging you both, making you smile that he sees you that way.

Angel was unimpressed from the facade he put on display for you three, “uh-huh, then explain this.” he said, pushing a book away from a hidden camera, making you drop your happy demeanor to hurt and surprise, it didn’t help when Pentious began to panic and started running towards the window, yelling at the watch in his wrist, demanding an evacuation. You were somewhat upset, you spent the entire day getting to know each other and it turned out to be he only did so because he was a spy? You wanted to just throw him out but you stopped yourself from getting close when you overheard the voice on his watch, “Pentious? Wait… you were caught?!” The voice questioned, “it hasn’t even been a day!” The voice laughed, you walked up to Pentious, looming over his conversation curiously, seeing who he was talking to, “please, you’ve got to get me out of here!” Pentious pleaded as you saw the unfamiliar voice had a head shaped like a T.V. with blue toned colors, you were at a loss for words, for some reason, this situation felt horribly nostalgic, it made you feel unforgiving and aggravated.

“I can’t believe we thought you could handle even something this simple,” the voice continued, rather disappointed, “do us a favor, if they don’t kill you,” he turned to Pentious, glaring at him, blue static emitting around it the watch, “go ahead and do it yourself, you miserable failure.” It finished, turning off, you looked at Pentious who was tearing up in disbelief, “I… I,” he paused before turning to the other three, “just make it quick, I guess..” he said, throwing his watch away and laying on the ground, you kicked the watch away in spite of the person that said cruel words, stepping toward Pentious “gladly.” Vaggie said as she held up her spear, seemingly more upset than you, you wanted to stop her but Charlie lowered her weapon, making you halt and step back, all you wanted to do was throw him out. “Wait,” Charlie said, walking to the crying serpent, “Pentious?” Charlie called to him, holding out a hand for him, He looked up at her confused before she began, “it starts with sorry.” She smiled at him, he blinked twice before taking her hands and she lifted him up as you were caught off guard from how seemingly forgiving Charlie was. “The path to forgiveness is a twisting trail of hearts but sorry is where it starts.” She began, trying to continue Pentious’ path to redemption, “it’s just a rough start but it’s just the beginning.” Charlie comforted Pentious, you were puzzled from the situation, he had betrayed everyone’s trust and yet, Charlie was stepping first, forgiving him.

“Who could forgive a dirt bag like me?” Pentious began to cry, making you step out the room to collect your own thoughts, “I don’t deserve your amnesty.” He said, lying on the ground again, Vaggie and Angel walked in unenthusiastically and indifferent, holding out weapons, “can’t we just kill him? Shoot him and spill his blood?” They asked, cornering him with their weapons, you didn’t bother with the conversation anymore as you were lost in your own thoughts, you didn’t even notice Niffty came along and stood next to you, watching.

While you leaned on the door, lost in thought, you didn’t notice Pentious came up to you and took your hand in his, “I just wanted to apologize for how I may have hurt you.” He said, looking at you with sincerity, “and?” You asked, unconvinced of his apology, “I genuinely did enjoy making stars with you today and was hoping we could make some more some other time?” He smiled at you, making your cold attitude change, you looked away from him to think, his expression displayed of genuine and promise, making you smile somewhat, you turn back to him, moving your hands away from his and gave him a simple answer, “sure,” you say with a soft smile, “but if you pull something like this again, you can see yourself against Vaggie spear.” You threatened, putting up a cold facade, half joking. You didn’t want anyone hurt but you also didn’t want yourself to hurt either.

Charlie sighed, satisfied with Pentious and his apologies full of sincerity, “good first day,” she said, putting a hand around Vaggie’s waist, smiling, “let’s get some rest,” She says, dismissing everyone for the night, “goodnight guys.” Charlie waved at everyone who left to their rooms.

You closed the door behind you as you entered your room, your stars were floating around as they chimed in your room. You walked to your bed and jumped into it, sighing in relief to finally be in bed again, you laid there for a moment before sitting up, thinking again, Sir Pentious wasn’t the first to betray you and seeing Charlie being so forgiving made you feel some sort of spark.. and you pondered as to why. Her guidance to forgiveness made you give Sir Pentious a second chance…

So if on that fateful night..

If you had listened to Lucifer, if you had gave a second chance…

Would things be different with the two of you? Or was it him just trying to use you like your mind has told you all these years?

You didn’t have any answers to your questions as you sighed, you grabbed the snacks you had left on the other side of your bed and began to munch on them again, sort of just eating to get your mind off things. You then tried to grab one of your wings carefully, guiding the stars that floated in your room to your injured feathers and used their stardust to heal the wounds you began to unwrap, they still looked awful but the blood has dried up long ago at least, you then carefully groomed your wings one at a time, letting dust gently lay on your cuts, healing them after a bit. You spent hours of the night healing the tiniest wounds you possibly had, practicing on yourself to learn how to heal better over time as the whole process for all your wings made you stay up through the whole night, you eventually fell asleep without even knowing.

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 10 months

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AITA for correcting my niblings without my brother's input?

I had a massive falling out with my family when I was a teenager. I was into goth/edgy/horror culture and true crime before it was accepted by the mainstream, plus my parents were older when they had us and we lived on a farm. They needed my brother and me to keep the farm going, and I decided to pursue college instead. At some point after this they sold/lost their farm, but I do not know when, which fueled their resentment. At their request I did not speak to them until 2021, when my brother found me on Facebook to tell me my parents both died of covid and we held a Zoom funeral. After that he moved several states over to be closer to me so we could work on reconciliation and forgiving me for the farm incident.

So now I (45f) babysit his (44m) two youngest children (10m, 8f) for free, and have been since 2021. Initially he had full custody as his ex wife did not have a job or any job experience when they divorced (before we reconciled) but she now has a full time job so they share custody currently, although she is in our home state, so they decided the kids should go to school there still and spend holidays and summers with him. I am currently an art professor at a local university and for summer semester I only have morning classes and he works afternoons, so it works out.

Last week, his youngest asked me; "OP, how come you lie so much?" Her brother tried to shush her but I asked for clarification. Her brother told her she wasn't supposed to tell me, but she did anyway, and then he also chimed in to confirm. Turns out, whenever I told his kids about any vacations to other countries I took, he said I was making it up to sound important. When I told them I went to medical school, he said I was lying and was a glorified art teacher and only went to community college. I have a serious boyfriend who I have mentioned, although I do not spend time with him while babysitting per the mother's request not to have any adult with her children before meeting them and giving the okay, and so my brother insists I made him up.

I was very hurt, and so I showed them pictures, diplomas, videos, etc proving I was not lying. It is true I got into a community college near our home town on an art scholarship and an FHA grant, but I was able to skip generals due to advanced courses I was taking in high school. I quickly got interested in the medical field and was able to transfer to a medical school on several scholarships and obviously loans. I became a pediatric oncologist and was happy with that until my later thirties. I had kept art as a hobby but eventually realized I wanted to do more with it. I retired from pediatric oncology and then became an art professor five years ago. When I was a doctor, I met my current boyfriend (46m) who is a trauma surgeon. Starting in my late twenties, until covid, I was able to travel throughout the US and even to many foreign countries, sometimes for work, sometimes for vacation. There was no way for him to know this as we were not in contact, but I was very hurt that instead of believing me, he has been telling his kids I'm a liar for the past two years. So yes I did show them the photos and videos specifically because I was hurt.

The following day my brother called me and shouted at me, angry I had deliberately contradicted him. He was angry enough he was shouting at me. He has been dragging this on through text for the past few days. His ex wife also contacted me, asking for my version of events, as apparently their children called her crying about the situation. I told her exactly what I said here. He called me not an hour later screaming. Unbeknownst to me, she has been trying to get full custody of the children and he's convinced that this situation will get his kids taken from him, something he has a fear of due to the fact he has two adult children from a previous marriage who went no contact when they both turned 18. He insists that his ex wife turned them against him, and now he is terrified it will happen again. I was not aware of this until recently, nor did I think this would cause an issue with his custody. It has been very awkward babysitting his kids, as they have been very quiet since this whole thing happened. I don't have kids myself, nor have I been divorced, so I don't understand parenting or divorce etiquette, but I am still very hurt and even angry with him for calling me a liar to his children. Before I make any further decisions regarding an apology, I wanted to get advice as to whether I am the asshole for not bringing it up with him before showing his kids evidence that I did, in fact, do those things, and if so, how I can rectify this appropriately.

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octoberclidan · 1 year

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Don't Ever Do That Again

Request: Hi! Could you do one where the reader is kidnapped and Dean does everything in his power to get her back? Either they’re already dating or they’re like frenemies. You’re such a great writer!!

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Reader takes on a djinn on her own. Sam isn't happy with her going on her own so makes her promise to keep in contact, she goes in on her own and gets captured. Dean and the reader are exes who didn't leave it on good terms, but when Sam tells him that he hasn't heard from her, Dean needs to get to her as fast as he can.

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Story

[Y/N] was sitting in a dusty motel room, at a little table just big enough to hold the book she was flicking through, and her laptop which was opened on search results for 'djinn'. The book was one she had borrowed a few months back from Sam Winchester. It was basically like a book version of a hunter's journal, about a page or two description for each monster, god, or supernatural phenomenon. Not super detailed, but it gave a good overview and it had become her go-to resource for figuring out what she was up against. She had arrived in the small town the previous morning, having read about a series of disappearances over the last two weeks. There was a witness account in the local newspaper which had been dismissed as the guy being high on a cocktail of drugs, but his account of his abduction had sounded suspiciously specific, and it was what really caught [Y/N]'s attention. She had gone to visit him in the local hospital and had taken notes, which she was now comparing to her book and what she could find online. She was positive that it was a djinn, something she'd never gone up against before.

Back when she was with Dean, she remembered him telling her about being captured by a djinn, how he thought he was living a life where his wish for Mary to have never died had come true. It turned out that a djinn was keeping him captive, and what he was experiencing had just all been in his head. He told [Y/N] that story several years ago, before their relationship had ended. She had only seen him a handful of times since; the break up had been messy. He blew up at her after a hunt the two of them had been on. It was a simple salt-and-burn, but she had thrown herself between Dean and the ghost, which had flung her against a wall. She broke her arm, and told Dean she was fine, but he didn't listen. He was angry that she'd put herself in front of him, even though he'd do the exact same thing for her. After that incident he had tried keeping her off cases, or tricking her into taking the safest option of every case. It was becoming dangerous for the boys too; Dean would send her off on some 'clue' which he knew would lead her far away from any action, leaving him and Sam to deal with the monster themselves, leaving them one hunter short.

She got fed up with his attitude. She knew he was scared of losing her, but he was scared of losing Sam too and he didn't have any issues with Sam hunting. It felt like he didn't think she was good at hunting, or was more prone to getting hurt than either he or Sam, which wasn't true. [Y/N] had been hunting her whole life, she knew what she was doing. After several weeks of this behaviour, she broke up with him. They argued for hours in his room in the bunker, the room that he had shared with her. They argued loud enough for Sam to hear them from the kitchen. After she stormed out of Dean's room, Sam had begged her not to move out of the bunker. He said there was so much space, so many rooms, that she didn't have to leave. He loved her like a sister, and she loved him like a brother, but she couldn't be around Dean, it was too hard.

Sam texted her all the time, and asked her to help him on hunts whenever Dean was busy with something else. She saw Sam quite regularly on the condition that he wouldn't bring up Dean.

11:02am: Sam: Hey, you working? I think I have a case if you're around?

11:04am: [Y/N]: Hey, I'm actually working a case at the moment. What do you know about djinn?

11:05am: Incoming call from Sam

[Y/N] answered the phone and brought it to her ear. "Hey Sam".

"Hey, you think you have a djinn?"

"I think so. I don't really have any material on it so I'm kinda relying on Google, but yesterday I spoke to a a guy who escaped after being captured last week. What he said matches what I can find about them".

"Who are you working with?"

[Y/N] considered lying, saying she was working with another hunter. Unfortunately Sam knew pretty much every hunter there was. If she said she was hunting with someone, he'd need a name, and there was no doubt he'd check with that hunter to make sure she was telling the truth. It was also unfortunate that no hunter she knew would lie to the legendary Sam Winchester for her.

"You're hunting alone, aren't you?" He pushed when she didn't respond straight away and she sighed.

"Sam, I can handle it, okay?"

"Really? What do you know about djinn?"

"Sam-"

"No, I'm serious, c'mon tell me what you know".

"I know that they feed off people, they put people into a kind of transe".

"Go on".

"Uh, I know you guys have faced them?"

"And how does that help you exactly?" She could hear the irritation in his voice.

"You don't think I'm capable". She said bluntly, he was reminding her a little too much of Dean.

"I think you're smart enough to know that you shouldn't be hunting alone. I don't go hunting on my own, Dean doesn't go hunting on his own". She flinched slightly at the mention of Dean's name. "Give me your location, I'll bring what we have on djinn".

"I'm in Burley, Idaho. You're a two day drive away, I don't have that kind of time to wait around. It's only a matter of time before more people go missing"

"[Y/N]..." He warned.

"You said you had a case of your own?" She heard Sam sigh on the other end of the phone.

"Look, just keep me updated, okay?"

"Okay, I will". She promised. "So what do you know?"

Reluctantly, Sam gave her a detailed account of his experience with djinn. He told her about their poison, how some of them cause hallucinations to make you think your wish has been granted. He explained that if that happened, she would have to die by her own hands within the hallucination to wake up. He also told her about the other type of djinn that prefer their victims to be scared, and that if she gets caught in one of their hallucinations then the only way out is to overcome her fear. She didn't know which one she would find harder to escape. Of course, he also told her that beheading would be the way to go, or else to go to a butchers and ask for lamb's blood to dip her silver knife into. [Y/N] thought this request in the small town she was in would sound suspicious and draw unwanted attention, maybe even alert the djinn to her presence as a hunter, so she decided that beheading would have to do. "Whatever you do, just avoid any physical contact with them. They can poison just by their touch, enough to kill you if they don't want to keep you for feeding off of".

"I'll make sure to keep my distance. Any advice on where it might be? The victim was found on the side of the road, pretty out of it, he didn't remember where he'd come from".

"Have a look for abandoned warehouses, ruins are kinda their thing".

"Okay cool, thanks for your help. I'll text you every few hours okay?"

"Text me every hour, on the hour. If I don't hear from you at that time, I'm coming, and I'll be bringing a very angry Dean". He warned.

"You're forgetting about my rule of not bringing him up". She mumbled, trying to convey her irritation as a warning. "I'll text you every two hours". She compromised.

"Fine, every two hours on the hour. Just please stay safe and text or call if you need anything at all".

"I will Sam, and I appreciate that you care. We'll meet up soon, okay?"

"Okay". He grumbled and they said their goodbyes. [Y/N] turned her attention back to her laptop in search of any abandoned buildings nearby.

***

Sam was in the bunker's archives, trying to find an object that could potentially protect against werewolf bites that he'd read about in one of the Men of Letter's records. The case he'd texted [Y/N] about the previous day had turned out to be nothing, so he was spending his time looking through old artefacts. He was also spending his time waiting for [Y/N]'s text updates, and also Dean's return from a visit to Jody. [Y/N] had kept true to her word and had texted every two hours, excluding over night when she was sleeping. From her last text at noon, she had made a list of potential locations and was currently checking them out one by one. It was nearly 2pm, so he was expecting a text from her any minute with an update. At 2:05 he looked over at his phone, but she hadn't texted. He left it another five minutes before deciding to text her and see what was happening.

2:10pm: Sam: Hey, you forget the 2pm check-in? How's it going? Narrow the locations down yet?

He put the phone down on the desk that he was sitting at and continued to look through some of the boxes he had on it.

2:20pm: Sam: [Y/N], can you give me an update?

By 2:30pm he could no longer concentrate and was anxiously staring at his phone. He decided to call her, but it rang through three times. He left her a voice mail asking her to call him immediately, and put is phone back on the desk. He sat back and ran his hand over his face, before placing it on the desk beside his phone and tapping his fingers nervously. He was so focused on the phone that the sudden voice behind him made him jump.

"Hey Sammy- woah, what's got you all jumpy?" Dean had just wandered into the room. He must have arrived back in the bunker awhile ago, because he was holding a mug of coffee in his hand. He walked over to the desk and had a quick look into one of the boxes. "Looking for something?" He asked, sitting down on the edge of the desk.

"Uh, yeah, just something I read about in a record somewhere". Dean could tell that Sam was distracted by something. He noticed that his eyebrows were furrowed and his eyes were wider than usual; he looked stressed.

"What's wrong?" He asked. Sam sighed and swallowed before leaning forward and placing his head into his hands.

"You're gonna kill me".

"What? Why? What did you do?" Dean placed his mug down beside him.

"[Y/N]'s working a case. Alone. I asked her to text me every two hours on the hour, but she missed the 2pm check-in and isn't answering". Sam didn't look at Dean, he didn't want to see his expression. Dean had taken a sharp breath in at the mention of [Y/N]'s name, and he felt anger start to bubble up inside of him.

"Hunting alone? And you let her?"

"She's an adult Dean, she can do whatever she wants. I offered to help but she's a two day drive away and said she wouldn't wait".

Dean banged his fist down on the desk and pushed himself up before storming out of the room and slamming the door behind him. He had never regretted anything more than his break-up with [Y/N]. She meant the world to him. He admired her as a hunter, he adored her intelligence and bravery, and he had never been so attracted to anyone before he met her. After she broke up with him, he tried to tell himself that it was for the best, that she would be safer. He hoped that since the Winchesters seemed to attract the worst of the worst, any cases she'd find on her own would be less dangerous. He had made Sam promise to make sure that she didn't hunt alone, and so far he had made good on that promise. He was furious that Sam had let her hunt alone. He was marching towards the bunker's garage when Sam caught up behind him.

"Dean-" Sam started and reached his hand for Dean's shoulder, but Dean immediately shook him off and spun around to face him.

"Don't touch me Sam". Dean glared at him. "Why the fuck didn't you tell me she was hunting alone? Why didn't you go to her anyway when you knew she was alone? Did you even call any other hunters to see if there were any nearby? God Sam, I asked you to make me one promise".

"I'm sorry, Dean, okay? Yeah I messed up. She's allowed to make her own decisions though, take her own risks. She doesn't report to us".

"Spoken like a real friend". Dean rolled his eyes at him.

"Jody and Donna have both gone on hunts on their own, you've never reacted like this".

"[Y/N]'s different". Dean looked away from Sam.

"When was the lat time you even spoke to her Dean?" Dean didn't answer, he just turned around and continued walking to the garage.

"Tell me where she is, I'm going to go find her". Sam sighed but jogged to catch up with Dean.

"She's in Burley, Idaho. It's a fifteen hour drive. We won't get there until tomorrow morning even if we just drive straight".

"We're going. You can spend the drive filling me in on what you know and calling other hunters to see if anyone is closer".

***

Sam spent the first hour of the drive calling every hunter who's phone number he had, but none of them were any closer to [Y/N] than he and Dean were. He tried her phone several times too but there was still no answer. He filled Dean in on what he knew, [Y/N] had shared the locations that she was going to check out, so they would check those first.

"I swear Sam, if anything has happened to her..." Dean trailed off and shook his head. His grip on the stirring wheel was turning his knuckles white, and his jaw was clenched. Sam had only seen him this angry on a handful of occasions, and it was never good to be on the receiving end of it. He didn't try to apologise again, he figured it was safest to just keep quiet and stare out of the window.

Nine hours into the drive it was midnight, they had stopped off once earlier for a quick pit stop, and Dean had refused to let Sam take over the driving, insisting on driving the entire way himself. "Dean you'll be exhausted by the time we get there. Just let me drive for a couple of hours, get some rest". Dean glanced over at Sam quickly before gluing his eyes back to the road.

"No".

"You're not gonna be much help to [Y/N] if you're falling asleep. Come on, pull over and swap".

"I said no Sam". Sam sighed and decided to try and get some sleep himself. At least one of them should be alert when they get there.

***

It was 5:30am when Dean pulled up beside the first warehouse on [Y/N]'s list. He didn't see any sign of her car, so he wasn't hopeful that it was the right place. He gave Sam a quick shove to wake him up, and the two of them got out of the car and made their way over to a window. They didn't see any activity, but Sam went towards the door to pick the lock anyway. "What are you doing?" Dean asked as he moved to make his way back to the car.

"I'm gonna check and see if she's inside, what are you doing?"

"We don't have time for that, her car's not here and it doesn't look like anyone has been here in months. We should go to the next one".

"We should make sure, what if she is in here?"

"Fine, you stay here and check. Hot wire a car for yourself, I'm moving to the next location".

"Dean, come on, we should stick together".

"There's no time Sam!" Dean's anger was beginning to degrade into desperation and fear, it was clear on his face and from the tone in his voice. "I'm going to the next warehouse on her list. You can come or you can stay, I don't care". He shrugged and continued his way back to the Impala. Sam looked back at the lock for a moment in contemplation, but he ended up following Dean.

***

The next two warehouses didn't show any signs of activity either, and after a quick look around their perimeters Dean insisted on moving on too, only letting Sam have a quick look inside the second one since the door was open. Dean's heart started racing when he turned the corner to the next one however, and spotted [Y/N]'s car parked off to the side. "She's here". He was out of the car and rushing towards her car faster than Sam could even open his door.

"See anything?" Sam asked and he caught up with Dean.

"No, the car's empty apart from her journal, which she hasn't filled in since yesterday. She must be inside". He said as he closed [Y/N]'s car door.

"Okay, let's think this through".

"You want to waste more time?" Dean's irritation was building back up again now with the adrenaline of knowing he was close adding fuel to the fire.

"I just think we have a better chance of getting to her safely if we don't charge in with just our guns. We'll need blades to cut its head off, so let's go back to the car, get what we need, and make a plan".

Even through his anger Dean knew that Sam was right about this, so the two of them made their way back to the impala to get what they needed. They decided to split up, one go from the front and the other around the back. That way, one of them should be able to catch the djinn by surprise if it was in there. Dean made his way to the front of the building while Sam headed to the back. Dean carefully pushed the door open, noticing there was no lock, and stepped inside. It was quiet, and he was in a large room which was mostly empty apart from a few broken planks of wood and a lot of dust. He quickly looked around to make sure nothing was hidden in the shadows, and made his way to a door on the far side of the room.

He opened the door slightly but stopped when it made a loud creaking. He froze, waiting to hear if he had caused any unwanted attention. When he was met by silence, he continued on cautiously. He walked down a narrow hallway with flickering lights, as quietly as he could. He stopped suddenly when he heard a scream coming from up ahead of him, then immediately ran to its source. He swung a door open to find [Y/N] hunched over on the ground, with a tattooed body and a separate tattooed head lying beside her, a bloody machete loose in her hand. "[Y/N]?" He almost whispered, but she heard him and looked up. Her eyes were read and her cheeks were stained with tears. She looked exhausted and broken, and Dean rushed towards her, falling to his knees and gathering her up in his arms. She was crying, and he held her tight, one arm around her chest and the other on her head, holding her as close as possible. "You're okay, I've got you". He murmured into her hair after kissing the top of her head. He rocked her back and forth as she cried. Sam walked through the door and rushed over to them.

"Is she okay?" He asked, his expression panicked.

"I've got her, you check out the rest of the building and make sure there aren't any more, see if there are more victims too". As much as Sam wanted to see his best friend's face and make sure she was okay for himself, he knew he needed to let Dean have this moment with her. He nodded and left the two of them alone. "Shhh". He stroked her hair as she continued to cry. "You're okay, breathe [Y/N]". She struggled to catch her breath, and she gripped Dean's flannel tight in her fist. "Match your breathing to mine, come on". He turned her around so her back was pressed against his chest and she was sitting between his legs on the ground. He wrapped both of his arms around her and held her against him. "Breathe in when I do, breathe out when I do. I've got you, you're safe". While [Y/N]'s breathing was shaky, she did manage to slow it down and match Dean's.

"D-dean?" She whispered.

"Yeah, I'm here". He leaned his chin on the top of her head.

"I... I had to kill myself". She sniffed. Dean didn't respond straight away, but his grip on her tightened. "I was in a different life. I was with you, we were happy, Sam was there too and he was happy". He closed his eyes as he listened to her. "I knew it wasn't real, we're not happy in real life... we're not together". She whispered the last part and Dean swallowed, feeling a lump in his throat. "I remembered Sam saying you have to take your own life to get out of the dream. I had to do it". She sniffed again and reached up to wipe her face. "Dean I don't want to die".

"You're not going to, okay? You're safe. You killed the djinn, it can't hurt you anymore. I'm here, so is Sam, we're gonna take you home". She nodded and they sat in silence for a few minutes. Dean didn't want to let her go just yet, and she was calmed by being held by him.

"Hey". Sam walked back into the room. He crouched down in front of them and smiled at [Y/N] before pushing her hair back off her face.

"Hey". She whispered back to him. He looked up at Dean and shook his head, a signal that there was no one else in the building, alive anyway. Dean nodded back at him, and leaned forward to stand up. Sam helped him pull [Y/N] up as they stood, and she swayed once she was on her feet.

"Woah, let's take it slowly" Sam placed his hands on her shoulders to steady her.

"Here, you get the car started". Dean handed Sam the keys and took his place holding [Y/N] steady. Dean moved in front of her and looked down at her to see that she was struggling to keep her eyes open. "Okay, I'm gonna carry you out, is that alright?"

"I'm tired".

"I know Sweetheart, you've been through a lot. We'll find a motel nearby and we'll have a look at you properly, make sure you're not hurt, then you can sleep, alright?"

"I want to sleep now though".

"You just have to stay awake a little bit longer, we need to make sure you're okay. Can you do that for me?" His hand moved up to her cheek and stroked it, and she leaned into his touch and nodded.

"Am I good to lift you up now?" He asked and she nodded again. He bent down and lifted her up so one hand was under her knees and the other around her shoulders, and she leaned her head against his chest. "Keep those eyes open for me". He kept his eyes on her as he walked out of the warehouse and back to the car. Sam jumped out and opened the back door for him, and he got in still holding [Y/N].

Sam drove to the nearest motel which was only down the road, and got them a room while Dean did his best to check [Y/N] over in the car. Once they had a room, Dean carried her there and gently set her down on one of the beds. "[Y/N], can I take your top off? Just to check for injuries". She nodded, trying very hard to keep her eyes open and also stay balanced sitting up on the bed. "Okay, thank you. Sam can you hold her steady while I have a look?" Sam nodded and knelt down in front of her, holding her waist so she didn't fall over as Dean pulled her top up. Sam looked away, he had seen her without clothes before on various hunts, having stitched her up many times himself, but she didn't need two pairs of eyes on her in this moment. Once Dean was satisfied that there were no hidden injuries, he shrugged off his flannel and helped her into it.

"I'm gonna have a shower then get some sleep, I think we all need it". Sam said as Dean sat down beside [Y/N], holding her steady and allowing Sam to let go. Dean nodded at Sam, and he left them alone again.

"Let's get you out of those jeans and into something more comfortable, I keep spare boxers in my bag, do you want a pair?" He asked her and she nodded, far too tired for any words at this stage. He let her lay back on the bed as he went through the bag that Sam had brought in; an 'emergency supply' bag that they kept in the Impala for situations like these. Dean helped her out of her jeans and into his boxers while Sam showered, and then pulled back the covers on the bed for her and helped her slide under them. She was still awake, though her eyes were now closed. Sam walked out of the shower as Dean was tucking her in, and made his way to the other bed in the room.

"Dean you need sleep too, you drove for almost fifteen hours straight through the night". He said as he pulled back the covers to the bed.

"Stay with me". [Y/N] mumbled and Dean shifted his attention from Sam back to her.

"There's a couch Sweetheart, I can take that". He smiled at her and tucked her hair behind her ear. Even though every part of his being was screaming at him to be close to her, he knew that she wasn't totally with it and he could wake up to her screaming at him tomorrow if she didn't remember this.

"No, please, I need you". He didn't have the will power to deny her request again, so with a quick glance at Sam and Sam's encouraging nod, Dean slid under the sheets beside her. He pulled her close to him, kissing the top of her head.

"Sleep [Y/N], we can talk tomorrow". He whispered. Not long after, all three of them were fast asleep.

***

It was late afternoon before Dean woke up, and he smiled to see that [Y/N] was still in his arms. He glanced over to his side and saw that Sam's bed was empty, so Dean grabbed his phone to see if he'd left a message. There was a text from Sam saying he'd gone out to get some food, which meant it was only Dean and [Y/N] in the room. He lay there with her for several more minutes, just letting himself enjoy her presence. When she started to stir, he began to stroke her back. "Dean?" She looked up at him.

"Hey".

"Hey". She whispered back and looked back down, leaning her head back on his chest.

"Don't ever do that again". His command had no trace of anger in it, it was more of a plea.

"I won't. I'm never going to hunt on my own again. You were right, I'm not good enough".

"No one's good enough to hunt alone Sweetheart. You did manage to hunt down and kill it on your own though, so I guess you were right too, you don't need me protecting you all the time". She looked back up and him and shook her head.

"I do need you. I need Sam too. I miss both of you".

"You think we could give each other a second chance? There is always a place for you back at the bunker". She nodded at him.

"Yeah, I think we could give each other a second chance". She gave him a small smile which drew his attention down to her lips. Without allowing himself to overthink anything, he leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers. To his relief she kissed him back, and he moved one of his hands up into her hair while the other strayed lower on her back, sliding under his flannel and beneath the boxers that she was wearing. She licked his lower lip and he opened his mouth, letting her in. One of her hands was pressed against his chest, holding her up, while she moved her other hand up to his chin to feel his stubble.

After several minutes of kissing and feeling each other again, she pulled back and leaned her forehead against his, allowing them to catch their breaths. "I still love you". She said, feeling her cheeks grow hot. He smiled up at her and pushed her off onto her back before crawling on top of her and pressing his lips to hers again.

"I still love you too".

The end

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Fight Club

Pairing: Matt Murdock x (AFAB)Reader (with platonic Frank Castle x Reader)

Summary: @hellskitchenswhore is killing it with the prompts lately. Per her request: Matt's freaking out thinking you might be cheating on him because for the last few weeks, you’ve been coming home smelling like Frank. What he doesn’t know is that you asked Frank to teach you how to fight and didn’t tell Matt.

Warnings: 18+/SMUT. No use of Y/N. Female/AFAB reader (use of terms like girlfriend and female anatomy.) Established relationship. Brief mention of an active shooter at an office, Frank and Matt using pet names like sweetheart, mentions and accusations of cheating but no actual cheating, Unprotected sex, Fingering, P in V, Creampie, and Possessiveness from our dear Matt. Sort of getting caught after the fact.

Notes: I started taking kickboxing like three weeks ago, so I like to pretend that qualifies me to know what I'm talking about (It doesn't lol). So apologizes if I got any of the terminology wrong. UPDATE DEC 2023: I wrote an alternate ending to this fic that ends in a threeway with Frank that you can read here

WC: 5,000

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“That’s it sweetheart, last round I promise.” Frank encourages you as you take swings at the bag in front of you.

You’ve been at this for at least an hour and your arms feel like jello. You can’t remember the last time you were breathing this hard that wasn’t from Matt bending you in half. Jumping directly into the Hudson would have kept you drier than the amount of sweat currently pouring down your face and exhausted body.

“Atta girl, atta girl!” Frank praises as you take your last few swings, arms too weak to make any real movement of the bag

“Alright, you’re getting the hang of it now. Few more sessions and you’ll be out there with Red every night.”

“Pfft I don’t know about that, Frank. I’m just trying to make sure I can protect myself is all.”

“So remind me again why you didn’t ask him to teach you this?”

It started last week. One of your favorite coworkers was going through a bitter divorce and her estranged husband decided to confront her at the office and pulled a gun. You heard two shots ring out from your desk and feared the worst - all the active shooter situations you'd seen on TV were happening live in your life. Fortunately, as you fled for safety, Jerry from accounting was able to disarm and tackle the guy before he could hurt anyone thanks to his black belt in Jiujitsu.

Even though the incident ended okay, it had spooked you enough to get yourself some defense classes, for all those times when your vigilante boyfriend was too far uptown to protect you at a moment’s notice and Jerry wasn’t around to save the day.

Matt was always overprotective of you and you hated to think how he’d react to the incident, so you hadn’t told him. When the story hit the news, you lied (via text so he couldn’t detect it) and said it happened on a different floor and you didn’t even notice.

You also didn’t tell him about your decision to learn self-defense. Matt was more than qualified to teach you, but for some reason, you just didn’t feel comfortable asking for his help with this. Maybe it was his propensity to throw himself into helping those he cared about, you especially, that gave you hesitation to give him another thing to prioritize over himself. Maybe it was just how good he was at fighting that made you not want to “be a beginner” in front of him (not that Matt would ever judge you about anything.)

In fairness to you, you hadn’t intended to learn it from his frenemy and former client, but you’d showed up at the boxing gym near your work and the gruff men inside intimidated you so much, you bolted out the door before signing up for a class, tears welling in your eyes when you quite literally bumped into Frank on the street.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, nodding towards the door of the boxing gym

“I thought… Look I want to learn how to fight. Or at least how to defend myself. This place is close to work but um… might not be the right fit for me.”

“Why don’t you just ask Red?”

“It’s a long story,” you replied with a sigh “but I really don’t want to ask him. Or for him to even know about it. So can you please not mention you saw me here or we had this conversation?”

“Okay, can I ask why not?”

“You can but I’m not gonna answer.”

Frank chuckled and shook his head

“Well if you want to learn to fight, this isn’t the best place. I know Vinny the owner and he’s a shit teacher. But if you want to learn for real, I’m happy to teach you.”

“What? Wait really? Wait, Frank you know how to fight?”

“Sweetheart, I was a Marine for over 15 years, ‘course I know how to fight.”

“And you’d do that for me?”

“Course. You’re Red's girl. What times’ he leave for his little night job?”

“9:00”

“Great, meet me here at 9:30. Tonight.”

And that was how you ended up here, collapsing on the gym mat beneath you with a groan.

“Not bad for your first time. We just gotta get you in the habit of resetting your hands after every hit, and you’ll be golden” Frank praises again

“Oh yeah, I forgot, always protect the face so I don’t end up lookin like you.” you jest

“Ouch” he feigns hurt with a smirk on his face “Red teach you to swing low like that?”

“Nah Castle, that’s all me. It’s part of why he loves me. Same time tomorrow?”

“Sure. See you then.”

By the time Matt returns home, you’re showered and in bed, sore muscles pulsing every time you twist and turn in your sleep. Between the smell of sweaty clothes in the hamper and the scent of your freshly washed skin rubbing against silk sheets, plus the heat radiating off your sore muscles as he crawls into bed silently beside you, Matt figures it out pretty quickly.

‘She started going back to the gym. Hmm. Have to ask her about that in the morning.’ he thinks as he drifts off beside you.

You awake in the morning to gentle hands rubbing at your back.

“Mmm morning Matty” you mumble, still pulling yourself out of sleep

“Morning sweetheart.”

“What are you doing?” you ask as he works a little lower down your spine

“Giving you a massage. I can tell you’re sore. When did you start going back to the gym?”

“Just yesterday. And you’re right I’m super sore. Thank you, this is a nice way to start my day.”

“Of course sweetheart. What gym did you go to? Did you have fun?” he inquires

His innocent prodding has you waking fully quickly, trying to cover your tracks without outright lying and getting caught.

“Oh this gym near work. Couple people in the office recommended it. And yeah I had fun.”

All truths.

“That’s nice. Mmmm do you want to start the coffee or shower first?” he asks, seemingly letting the subject go

Perfect.

As you rush around to get ready for work, Matt grabs the laundry hamper from the bathroom, walking it over to the washing machine. Your dirty workout clothes from the night before sit on top, now less potent that they have completely dried. But he can’t help but feel like something smells off.

Sure it smells like you - natural scent mixed with your fading sweat, but there’s something else. Something familiar. A very subtle hint of spiciness mixed with… is that gunpowder?

‘Weird’ Matt thinks to himself, but brushes it off a moment later, the smell not strong enough to really garner more than a passing thought.

But three times he does the laundry in a row, he smells it. It’s so subtle, he might not even give it another thought, but it’s just so damn familiar.

It takes another week for him to ask you about it.

“Hey sweetheart, you’ve been going to the gym a lot lately,” he mentions over dinner

“Mmmhmm. Yeah, can you feel my muscles growing? I’m feeling stronger.” you reply

“Yeah. What exactly are you doing at the gym? It’s really working.”

“Oh a little cardio, a little strength, you know…” you skirt around, being intentionally vague

“That’s good. Is it like a class or?”

“Um sort of. Just this guy at the gym, he’s been helping me. You know, walking me through the exercises.”

Also technically the truth.

“That’s good. Well, I’m glad you found something you like.”

‘Okay, so that guy must smell like this. She’s close enough to him in a warm sweaty gym, so there’s a little bit on her clothes. Makes sense.’ Matt thinks to himself. But he still can’t shake the feeling that that smell is so familiar.

Two weeks later, Matt is out on patrol when he hears a familiar heartbeat on the fire escape a few floors down from where he’s perched.

Frank.

“You just gonna sit there all night, listinin’ Red?” Frank asks

“Very funny Frank.” Matt says, hopping down to Frank’s level

“Haven’t seen you in a while” Matt comments

“Been busy. Madani’s been usin’ me more.”

“Oh don’t tell me you’re going legit Frank.”

“Not a shot in hell, Red. But gotta pay the bills somehow.”

And then a strong breeze blows. Frank’s signature blend of sweat, aftershave, and metallic mixed with gunpowder from all the weapons he handles overwhelms Matt’s nose. Matt cocks his head in confusion. It’s so damn familiar. But of course it is, it’s Frank. How many times has Matt been on a rooftop with him like this, bs-ing the night away while monitoring the city?

After catching up for a bit, they go their separate ways, the rest of Matt’s evening turning uneventful.

He returns home to you shortly after 3 am, your soft breathing as you sleep calms him as he strips off his suit.

You hadn’t met with Frank tonight. He said something about following a lead and you were perfectly fine with that, you needed an off day.

Matt curls up in bed beside you, resting his head on your back and falling asleep quickly.

The next night, Frank is really putting you through your paces and you swear you’re ready to collapse when he finally calls it for the night.

Per usual, Frank offers to walk you home when you’re done and for the first time since you started coming here, you accept the offer since you stayed a bit later than usual tonight. At least until you can make it to Hell’s Kitchen and within range of Matt.

You and Frank make small talk as you go and eventually, the chill of the autumn air has you shivering in your still-damp-from-sweat workout clothes.

“Here sweetheart,” Frank says with a lopsided smirk, slinging his worn jacket over your shoulders.

“Thank you Castle. Always a gentleman.”

“Course, ‘specially for Red’s girl.”

You make it to 35th and 10th, close enough to home and hand his jacket back to him, parting ways with a nod and a polite “goodnight.”

The later hour coupled with the particularly intense session has you collapsing into bed without even removing your shoes, let alone your gym clothes.

When Matt returns a few hours later, the smell hits him like a truck.

‘I swear to god Frank, if you’re bleeding on my couch again…’ Matt thinks to himself.

But when he enters the apartment the only heartbeat he can hear is yours. He inches slowly toward the bedroom and rolls the door open gently. He reaches down to feel the soft lycra of your leggings on your body, careful not to stir you from your slumber. The smell of your sweat clinging to your clothes fills his senses, way more potent than normal plus that other scent you’re bringing home from the gym. Matt pauses to wonder why he thought Frank was here but then it hits him.

Oh my god. The mystery smell from the gym you’ve been bringing home is Frank.

But how could you smell like…

And then the gears in his head start turning. And he feels like a goddamn idiot.

You had been going to the gym. But not to work out. You were cheating. With Frank of all people. And you’d made the critical error of not showering when you got home.

Matt begins to pace the apartment, rubbing at his chin as his thoughts move a million miles a minute about what to do.

Did he confront you? Did he confront Frank?! What should he even say?

The sun rises and he’s still pacing and contemplating when his alarm rings out. He shuts it off before it can wake you too. He needs more time to think about his next move. He gets ready for work quietly and slips out the door before you awake.

You find it odd you haven’t heard from Matt all day. When you woke up you saw his Devil suit in a heap in the living room and there was no damage to it or blood on it. So you knew he had come home and was relatively okay. But it was so odd for him to leave without a goodbye kiss or go this long in the day without so much as a text. But he had been busy with a heavy caseload lately. You finally break shortly after lunch and text him first.

“Hey Matty. Know you’re busy but I miss you and I love you. Dinner tonight?”

“Can’t. Working late. Don’t wait up.” He responds

That was… oddly curt. But again you figure he’s stressed and busy.

Matt on the other hand has been wracked with stress all day. It only took an hour of his constant pacing and fidgeting for Foggy to break and finally ask.

“Matt. What’s up?”

“I think… I think I’m being cheated on.” Matt confesses. He leaves the Frank part out of the equation, wanting Foggy to be as objective as possible about his response.

“What could possibly make you think that?”

“She’s been going to the gym like every night for a month now right when I leave for patrol and she came home last night smelling like… another man. And she’s been smelling like it a little the whole month but last night it was all over her”

“So did you ask her?”

“Well no but…”

“Matt you are literally a human lie detector and yet here you are jumping to conclusions instead of doing the rational thing and just asking her.”

And maybe Matt would have taken Foggy’s advice if he thought you were just cheating with your gym trainer. But this was Frank. And that made it all the more complicated.

Matt decides finally what he’s going to do. He’s going to follow you tonight, catch you in the act and confront both of you together.

Matt still hadn’t come home when you depart for your nightly workout session, but little did you know he’s there. Pacing on the roof, waiting for you to leave. As soon as he hears the lobby door shut behind you, he springs in to action, taking the stairs two at a time into the apartment and changing out of his lawyer suit and into his devil suit as quickly as possible, making sure not to lose your heartbeat now a block and a half away. He makes up for the lost distance quickly and is practically on top of you by the time you enter the gym.

“Hey Frank” you call out as you enter

“Hey. I’ll be over in a second.” he replies from the locker rooms

Matt crouches down by the side of the building, just close enough to the windows to hear everything going on inside.

You’re almost done wrapping your hands when Frank emerges from the locker room.

“Alright let’s start with our usual, then you can have a go at me again.”

“I don’t know Frank. You really wore me out last night. I woke up still in my clothes and shoes.”

Matt knew it. He fucking knew it.

“Tough shit sweetheart,” Frank responds with a chuckle. “And what did your boyfriend think about that huh? He got any idea what we’re doing here yet?”

“Honestly I don’t know. I didn’t see or hear from him at all today. Which is weird even for him. And no I don’t think he’s figured it out yet.”

“You’re gonna have to tell him eventually”

“No, I don’t”

“So what you’re just gonna keep sneakin’ around, becoming a prize fighter without him gettin’ suspicious? Shit even a regular guy would raise some alarm bells by now, but especially Red and all his … shit”

“Frank, I am not here trying to become a prize fighter. I’m just trying to get strong enough to defend myself if he’s not around to do it. That’s all”

Matt’s heart drops.

How could he possibly think you were cheating? And with Frank of all people. He felt like an idiot. Like a total asshole. Sure you had lied, well, technically withheld the truth and he’s sure you’ll explain why. And he’s hurt if you wanted to learn to fight that you didn’t come to him. But this was not nearly as egregious a stain on your relationship as he thought it was.

“I don’t know. Think you should tell him. Show him your moves. Shit, you’ve gotten a couple good hits on me these last few days I’m sure you could give Red a run for his money.”

“I am not fighting Matt, Francis.” You say with an eye roll

Matt listens for the next hour as Frank talks you through a few hitting drills, then the two of you sparring. Frank is clearly taking it easy on you, but Matt is still impressed by what he could tell of what you were doing. He absolutely would need to take you on to really gauge your skills.

Franks's phone rings out just as you’re cooling down with some stretches.

He answers and speaks for a few minutes.

“Alright sorry to jet out of here but Madani has somethin urgent for me. You good to get home alright?”

“Yeah, thanks Frank. See you tomorrow.”

Frank gives you a fist bump and then disappears through the front door. Matt uses the opportunity to sneak in just before the door slams closed behind Frank.

You’re sitting on the floor undoing your wraps as he finally speaks up.

“If you wanted to opportunity to hit Frank, I’m sure I could have arranged it some other way”

Your spine goes icy cold at the sound of the voice behind you.

“Matt… I” you stumble to explain.

“It’s okay sweetheart,” Matt says, hands up in surrender before reaching up to remove his mask

“What are you doing here?” You ask, ready for him to chew you out for your little secret.

“Alright if I’m honest, do you promise you’ll be honest?” He asks

“Yes.”

“I followed you here because I thought you were cheating. With Frank. And I know now that’s not what’s happening. And I’m sorry for not just asking you.” He confesses with a sigh

“Oh Matt. I’m so sorry that I did anything to make you think that. That’s not at all what’s happening here.”

“I know. Been listening all night so I know. But I have to know why. Why are you doing this and why didn’t you tell me? And Frank? Really?”

“It’s a long story. Can I tell you while we walk home?”

And so you do. By the time you make it home to your apartment, you’ve come clean about the incident at work and running into Frank and how he’d been coaching you the last few weeks, and why you were so hesitant to ask Matt to be the one to do it.

Matt is oddly quiet through your explanation but nods as you speak. He finally speaks up just as you’re unlocking the front door.

“I forgive you. And I’m sorry you felt like you couldn’t ask me. But now that I know, I am curious…”

“You want to see how much I’ve learned?”

He nods enthusiastically

“Fine. I guess since now you know you can join us tomorrow. If you want.”

“Perfect, I’ll be there”

He tucks you in to bed with a gentle kiss before heading out on patrol again, no longer clouded by doubts about your relationship.

—

When you arrive at the gym the next night, Matt is already there, looking extra adorable in his gray sweatpants and messy hair.

It’s all so familiar to him - the buzz of the fluorescent lights, the smell of sweat and heat, the gym mat sticking beneath his bare feet with every step. Just like Fogwells when he was a kid. He feels at home here.

“Hey sweetheart” he greets you with a kiss

“Hey Matty” you can’t help but smile whenever you see him after a long day “Frank texted me, he’s running late, but um do you want to help me warm up?”

Matt’s face lights up with excitement. “Yes. Okay. What does Frank normally have you do?”

“Two rounds of jab crosses on the bag. Three minutes each.”

“Okay, have at it”

You wrap your hands and begin hitting the bag. Not even thirty seconds in, Matt speaks up.

“Woah woah woah. Frank has been letting you hit like this and not correcting your form?”

“Yes. Wait, what the hell is wrong with my form?”

“You’re too far away from the bag. I can hear your shoulder joint rubbing every time you jab, which means you’re over-extending that left arm. Makes you put way too much energy into each hit, you’re gonna wear yourself out way faster. Here. Step closer.”

Matt moves behind you to help you correct your position, then lets you take a few more punches.

“See? More power, less effort.”

“Yeah. Any other pointers?”

Matt places his hands on your shoulders and places his feet right beside yours, pressing his body tight against your back. You never thought of boxing as particularly erotic, especially not with Frank teaching you. But with Matt’s breath against your ear, you can’t help but feel a chill run down your spine straight to your core.

“Go ahead, gimme a few more, I want to feel how your body moves. See just what else Frank has been teaching you wrong.”

“Matt…” the words die on your lips. You want to speak up and defend how kind Frank has been these past few weeks to spend the time to teach you, but Matt’s sweet whisper of encouragement has you forgetting anything else but him.

“C’mon sweetheart, don’t get all shy on me. You hesitate like this for Frank?”

“N..no.” you stutter, then weakly throw out a few more punches

Matt chuckles, knowing just how much he’s winding you up with so little.

“Put a little more power behind them. Don’t let me being here hold you back.”

You try to do as he says and throw some real hits, but Matt is still pressed right against you.

God, his body is warm usually, but being flush behind you as you move and hit, he practically feels like white-hot iron against you. Your heart is thumping out of your chest, and it’s not just from the few minutes of warming up you’ve done. You know Matt can hear it and is going to play you like a fiddle. His own wicked form of punishment for not telling him about your training.

His hands drop from your shoulders, running down your back lightly and coming to rest on your hips. He plants a soft kiss right under your ear.

“You’ve been working hard. Maybe Frank does know what he’s doing.”

He places a second kiss a little lower down your neck.

“You throw any actual punches at him yet?” he asks

“A few. Landed some of them too.”

A third, fourth, and fifth kiss down your neck, working his way toward your shoulder. His stubble is coarse against your skin, sending goosebumps across your flesh, your toes curling into the squishy mat beneath you.

“Mmm that’s my girl.” he says, as he begins sucking on your neck, his right hand snaking around to your front, tickling at the top of your leggings.

“Matty” you chastise

“What?” he feigns ignorance

“Matthew. Do not start something you can’t finish. Frank will be here any minute.”

“You said he’d be late.”

“His text said ‘a few minutes’ and that was already several minutes ago.”

“Well I can’t hear his heartbeat yet, so we’ve got at least five.”

You want to protest more, you really do, but you just can’t resist Matt.

Laughing low, he nuzzles into the crook of your neck, his steady breath against your exposed skin a stark contrast to the growing labor of your exhales. You spread your legs a little wider. He takes the invitation and reaches his hand fully into your leggings, using a finger to circle your sensitive bud.

You throw your head back onto his chest with a moan, his name falling from your lips in a breathy whisper.

He continues to suck on your neck as works at your core, finally sliding a finger inside you, then another.

You reach forward to grab the boxing bag for stability, Matt’s touch causing you to writhe enough that you’re not sure you’re able to stay standing without it. As you thrash against him, he inhales deeply, a mix of your natural scent and your arousal consuming his lungs.

In order to get you exactly where he wants you, he keeps a quick pace, knowing he does not have a lot of time. His rhythm never falters, stroking you over and over in that perfect spongy spot inside you. It’s not long before you're coming apart with a cry of his name.

Just as your head stops spinning and you’re returning to earth, Matt is turning you around and connecting his lips with yours. So hungry to have you, he guides you back a few steps, never breaking his lips from yours, and pushes you against the wall behind you.

His kisses grow more and more desperate, sending an electric tingle down your spine, though that could also be because the wall behind you is made of mirrors and the glass is cool against the heated skin not protected by your sports bra.

As soon as you make contact with the wall, his hands are back on your hips, pushing your leggings and panties down in a heap on the sticky mat beneath you. His clothes soon follow.

You throw your leg up and around his hip, opening yourself to him. An offer he quickly accepts. A soft gasp simultaneously escapes both your lips, the relief between the two of you as he guides himself slowly into your wet and eager core until he’s fully sheathed inside you. Restless fingers reach down to wrap your other leg around him, now fully holding you in the air against the mirrored wall behind you.

He repeats the pace of his fingers only moments ago and slams into you harshly and quickly, over and over again, desperate to feel you release around him again, knowing Frank could appear at any moment.

God, your familiar warm heat is absolute perfection, he thinks as he continues to bury himself into you over and over again. You’re still incredibly worked up from your previous climax and it takes just a few thrusts for you to be close again. The way your body is clamping around him and tensing lets him know just how close to ecstasy you are again.

Matt leans forward and you can feel his quickening breath against your ear once more.

“Damnit sweetheart, you scared me so bad. Made me think I was sharing you with someone else.” he grunts as he continues to drive his hips against yours.

“No Matty. I’m yours. Only yours — oh God. I promise.” you whimper back, arching into him further.

“Good. But to make sure you don’t forget, I’m gonna cum inside you, right now and every single night before you leave. So I’m dripping out of you after every hit, every kick. No matter how much Frank trains you. So you remember exactly who. You. Belong to.” he growls lowly against your skin, pushing you even more firmly against the cool glass with every thrust.

“Yes. Please Matt — Fuck. I’m all yours. I promise. Please.”

He thrusts one more time before he cums with a rumble of your name, his arms tightening around you, holding you impossibly close as he releases inside you just as he promised.

As he grinds against you in just the right way to hit that perfect spot one more time, your own orgasm sweeps over you. Your nails dig into his back, holding on to him as you let go, his harsh thrusts now slowed just enough so he can keep the both of you upright.

He feels you release, causing a final low groan from him, slowing down his pace, as your molten pleasure fades away. Still consumed by him and the feel of him holding you close, you lean your head back to rest against the mirror behind you as you catch your breath. Just as you feel like fully slumping against him, he sets you down gently.

You don't even really register him pulling away from you until he speaks.

“Might want to put your pants back on. Frank’s a block away and I don’t think you want him to know how I warmed you up before he got here.”

You open your eyes and see that Matt is already dressed, a smirk painted across his face as he listens to you scramble to put your clothes on.

Just as you’re adjusting your leggings back in to place, Frank and his large frame enter the gym.

“Hey –” he pauses at the sight of you and Matt in front of him, both sweaty and still panting a little.

“Hmmm. Guess Red knows now.” Frank grumbles

But then his eyes go wide.

“You wanna tell me what that’s about?” he asks with a point of his finger.

You can feel the heat rising in your cheeks as you turn behind you to see what he’s asking about. The mirror is covered in smudges that look vaguely like the outline shape of your body.

“We don’t talk about what happens at fight club…” Matt jokes as you bury your face in your hands in embarrassment.

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Something New

Summary: Leon helps you live out one of your fantasies. RE4!Leon x F!Reader CW: MDNI, 18+ only, CNC, stalking behaviour, knife play, fingers, p in v, namecalling (Please let me know if i have missed any) Word count: 2.4K

It had been nearly 8 months since you and your neighbour had started dating, you’d gotten past that awkward stage. And what was more is that after a specific incident where you’d nearly hurt yourself in the kitchen, burning the eggs you had tried to make and in the process burning your hand. Your boyfriend had come rushing in with bandages to help clean and cover your burn. You were confused at first until Leon admitted to watching from the cameras, you didn’t speak to him for a few days.

He had thought you were upset with him, he promised himself to not look at the cameras, but he couldn’t hep himself, he just had to make sure you were okay. And when he looked at the cameras he felt himself thicken in his jeans, the fabric becoming uncomfortably tight. Leons mouth went dry, and he watched for a few minutes before suddenly finding himself in your room, his head tilted as he watched your fingers push further into your dripping hole and your hips roll up.

That was about 5 weeks ago, and you often found your eyes flitting to the cameras and wondering if Leon was watching through them. Especially when he was away for days at a time and your finger was circling at your clit. The idea of Leon watching for the 3 years you’d had those cameras up…but what excited you more was the fact you didn’t know. Some part of you must be sick you rationalised, another part said it must just be the fact it was Leon.

A thought had been circling your mind since then, the thought of Leon just watching…which eventually evolved into Leon doing more than watching. Like what if he had decided to just take what he wanted? And that idea had slick dripping into your panties at the most inappropriate times. You would be watching a movie with him next to you, and then you’d imagine his hand sliding down between your thighs as he forced you against his chest as he got you to orgasm again and again while you pretended struggled hard.

Leon had noticed the subtle shift, the way your thighs clenched together, or your tongue darted out to wet your lips. He had figured it was just your normal reaction to him but then he’d caught your eyes on the cameras, and then your reaction to him pulling you in for a kiss. He had his hand on the back of your neck and stopped you from pulling away, your hands had curled into his shirt, and you kissed him desperately.

So now he had another plan forming after the two of you had spoken about trying something new. You were all up for it, but then nothing happened for a week, and you forgot about. But Leon didn’t. In fact, Leon had spent the entire week making sure this would go well, left little clues that had your heart racing. Because you had forgotten about the talk you had started to think someone was following you.

And you thought he was gone for the next few days, off on another mission. It gave him the perfect cover to play out the scenario. His eyes followed as you moved about your apartment, you had spent the evening sending him texts about your day and anything you found interesting. How cute. Every time his phone vibrated it caused the smile to flicker across his mouth before he focused back on you.

As you made your way into the bedroom, Leon moved to open the window and slipped through the opening quietly. Making sure his footsteps were quiet as he followed behind you, and with you not noticing a thing as he hid round the corner of the hall while you moved into the bathroom after collecting what you needed from the bedroom. The bathroom door didn’t close all the way letting some of the steam from your shower leak into the hallway.

He waited by the bathroom door for a minute, looking through the small space as you undressed and slipped under the water. His eyes trailed down your body watching as the droplets made a path down the soft skin. Watching you shower only had him more excited and he reached a hand down to adjust his pants.

The blonde had decided to wear his work clothes, gloves and boots included. He had seen how that outfit had affected you before he had left for Spain, with the way your eyes wondered down the tight shirt and how you bit your lip when he put the jacket on…God he wished he hadn’t lost that jacket, really wanted to see you with it on. Just the jacket.

Leon quickly shook his head going to move into the bedroom but stopping himself and quietly slipping into the bathroom. He made his way in front of the mirror, his hand lifting to spell a word on the mirror in the god before leaving to hide in your bedroom.

With the water starting to run cold and you officially smelling like Leons favourite Peach scent again you step out the shower. It takes a while for you to notice the writing on the mirror, a short gasp leaving you at the words ‘MINE’ written in the steam. Your hands shake as you think of someone being in your house, in your bathroom. While you were in there too. With a quickness you’ve dried and changed. Your mind is scrambled as you make your way to the bedroom, trying to remember where Leon had put the emergency weapon. ‘I don’t want you defenceless ever’.

But you’re not paying enough attention as soon as you’re thought the door, someone has grabbed you from behind and pulled you close to them. One hand around your waist and the other covering your mouth. There are tear gathering on the lash line of your eyes as your lips tremble behind the man’s hand. His breath is on the shell of your ear as he leans down “Peaches? Just f’me princess?”.

And you recognise the voice immediately, how could you not when your mind floods with those sweet praises all the time. You relax a bit, knowing that it’s your boyfriend. You try to turn in his hold but he keeps you facing away from him, the hand on your waist moves to squeeze at your breast roughly and you whine, arching your back to push yourself against him. “Now what would your boyfriend say? Seeing his sweet little girlfriend acting like a slut for a stranger?”.

It clicks in your head; excitement floods your body and slick drips from your pussy into your shorts. You struggle against your boyfriend this stranger; you can feel the outline of his cock press up against your ass as he grinds his hips. “Awee what’s wrong little fuckbunny? You getting wet from this?” One of his hands slips down your flimsy shorts, cupping your pussy so you can rut against his palm.

His tongue licked at your ear again, before moving to press wet open kisses to your neck. His teeth lightly scraping at the skin before he bit down and you whined at the sensation, your hips grinding more against his palm. Leon shushed you in that low timbre voice as he moved to press one of his fingers into that pulsing hole. The rough fabric of his glove causing you to writhe from the sensations, the palm rubbing against your clit as his finger worked you open before he added a second.

“Bet he doesn’t touch you like this, doesn’t make you feel this way…doesn’t give you what you need” it was weird hearing your own boyfriend refer to himself in the third person, but the roleplay he seemed to be enjoying only added to the excitement of what he was doing to you.

“No…we can’t, it’s it’s wrong” the rambling is cut off with a whine as he removes his hand from your shorts, leaving you feeling empty as he pushed you towards the bed. You fall onto the mattress and try to scramble away from him. He grabs your ankle pulling you back to the edge of the bed.

Leon mocks you in a way that causes heat to ignite between your thighs and you try to press them together, but he forces them open by spreading your thighs “Oh we can’t! it’s just sooo wrong!” He doesn’t even bother taking your shorts off, you feel the cool edge of one of his knives before he uses it to rip off the fabric. “Oh? It’s just so bad? Then why is she crying for me, sweetheart?”

There’s silence for a moment and you feel your heart racing because of the tension in the air. You try to move again, and his hand moves between your shoulders to press you back into the mattress “Don’t move little slut, we wouldn’t want that pretty skin of yours to be marked forever…then again a little reminder of me?” Something cold presses against your pussy lips, moving to rub at your clit before slipping to your fluttering hole “Imagine the scar there, while your pathetic boyfriend tries to fuck you like me?”

You know immediately from the shame and his words what it is he’s slipping in and out of your dripping cunt, one of his favourite knives. The one with the slight curved butt, covered in small ridges that are causing your legs to shake and your hands to clench at the sheets. Leon tilts his head as he watches your reaction and the way your hips angle to help the handle hit that spongy spot. He watches for a moment longer enjoying the whimpers that fall from your mouth as your mind is rewired from the way he moves the knife.

When he removes the weapon entirely you almost cry out from the empty feeling, your orgasm ripped away from you. And Leon almost breaks to just fold and give his sweet girl what she wants. He tosses the knife onto the floor, moving the press his back to your chest as his hand soothes at your sides “S’okay…Don’t you worry, you’ll get exactly what you need”.

The blonde wraps his arm around your throat, and his legs spread your own in a way that makes it easy for his cock to press against the warmth between your thighs and it has your rutting your hips down. He slides between your lips, gathering the wetness and the head bumps your clit as your head rests against his bicep. “Look at that, nothin’ more than a needy slut” His arm squeezes around your neck, cutting your oxygen off and causing your eyes to flutter “Need it so bad that you’re trying just trying to use me like a dildo. What would he think?”

His arm squeezes a bit more and your mind goes blank, spit gathering at the corner of your mouth as you move your hips again, but he lifts himself slightly off you. Far enough away that you can still feel his heat but your spread open for him. “Beg, c’mon pretty slut, beg” your mind so far gone that you would do anything in this moment. Maybe you are a slut. This shouldn’t be such a turn on. Leon releases the pressure on your neck

“Please, please, anything, need you so bad Le-“ Your desperate pleas are cut short as he flexes his arm and buries himself deep inside your hole. The moans you splutter out only spur him on further and he pulls back till only the tip rests inside you, you go to beg him again and he’s rutting into you. His balls slapping against your clit in just the right way as he begins railing your body into the mattress.

Leons grunts and groans fill your ears, his fingers slotting into yours as his bicep keeps squeezing at your neck to keep you in the syrupy head space you’re occupying. “God you’re so tight, always so tight, take me so well” With the way he’s not slowing down his pace, and the feel of the fat head of his cock kissing your cervix, you know he needed this too. He whispers sweet praises in your ear, his mouth pressing wet kisses to the side of your head while he holds your hand in a tight grip.

“Open your eyes, sweetheart, wanna see those pretty eyes while I fuck my cum into you” Your eyes slip open, the sight of his head near yours heavenly as he moves to easily watch your expression. The way your eyes cloud with lust and your mouth droops open, the spit drooling down your chin and onto his arm. Your so far gone, he doesn’t even think you can hear a thing he’s saying.

The sight of you like this, a sight he has caused only serves to have him speeding his pace up until the there’s no doubt your neighbours would here the noise. His hips press flush against yours as he buries himself in you again and again. The feeling of your pussy clenching around him almost makes him cum right there but he grits his teeth, cuts your oxygen off in the most delicious way and fucks you further into your bed.

With the combination it doesn’t take long till he has your body trembling, the constant winding of pleasure building in the pit of your stomach from the way his cock bullies into the pulsing warmth of your wet cunt. Your hips press back against his, hand clamping on the sheets as you gush around him. The slick dripping down onto the sheets and soaking them as Leons hips stutter. “Fuck, you just cum baby? This much? S’all f’me?”

His voice is low as he struggles to keep his composure until his hips snap against your raw walls. Even with orgasm they clench down on his dick until he’s pressing his weight onto you and filling you with ropes of hot thickness. You both lay there for a minute before Leon moves off you, his arm leaving its place on your neck and you both groan as he softens and slips out of your warmth.

He sits next to you, hand stroking at your back for a minute. Giving you the time to try and bring your mind back from the brink of paradise. Leon picks you up and shushes you as you whine “I know, love, I know. Just let me clean you up sweet girl.”

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*Whoops. Forgot to title and link previous chapters. Fight me, I just woke up.

A King in Arkham

Chapter 3

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

"Tim. Tim you have to get me copies of this footage." Tim is not surprised by the request. In fact, the 'Sure' is already on his tongue when he pauses, a thought creeping into his head, seeded by the notification Tim really hopes Jason isn't paying attention to in the bottom corner of the computer.

"One condition."

"Fuck you, I knew you'd want something. What? You want my cookies? Coffee? For Red Hood to go on camera singing praises for Red Robin? I'll fuckin do it. Just send me the god damn clips."

"Nope, nope, and tempting, but no."

"Name your price, Replacement. I'll pay it."

"Swear you aren't going to go rush in and extract the kid until we're done investigating him."

"What!? Fuck that! I told you was pulling him out next chance I get!" Tim lets himself groan in annoyance.

"Look, anyone that could do that-" Tim gestures to the part of the screen where they'd pulled up The Joker's medical reports following the incidents, showing pictures and descriptions of just how thoroughly Daniel had beat his ass 3 weeks in a row, "without getting so much as a scratch or fucking bruise in return, has got something going on. There may well be a reason they sent him to Arkham!"

Jason's eyes narrow at Tim as he all but growls, "No reason is good enough to put-"

"A fifteen year old in Arkham. I fucking know that, Hood. But we still need to know exactly who we're dealing with when we get him out. What his deal is. If his dangerous. What the hell was so wrong with him that someone thought it was a good idea to stick him in there to begin with."

"He could get hurt while we're sitting on our asses trying to satisfy fuckin Bat paranoia!"

"He took down the Joker! Clearly he can take care of himself."

"Then who has been hurting him!?"

"Maybe him fucking self!" Tim knew he was pushing it. The green growing stronger in Jason's eyes was proof. But he needed to buy them some time before Jason made thing exponentially harder by storming the castle. Still, now he needed to calm Jason down before he went into a full rage. So Tim held up his hands placatingly.

"A few days, Jay. Just give us a few more days. I'm already almost through the Arkham reports, and there are only a handful from Chicago and Oracle is probably going to announce any minute now that she got through the communications blackout around his home town. We just need a bit more time to sort out intel so that we actually know how to help him once we get him out."

Finally, after a tense 34 seconds, green fades back into blue and Jason let's out a heavy sigh.

"Fine. But I get to tell the Bat about Daniel's discipline slips. Wanna see his fuckin face when I do."

"Deal." Tim hurriedly puts a comm in as Jason watches with narrowed eyes.

Batman.

Red Robin. Ready to fill me in?

Not yet, you're about to be busy. I isolated a pattern earlier. Exactly 15 minutes before the locks malfunction, there's been a strange power surge. Always written off. But the surge doesn't seem to be coming from the grid. And like I said, exactly 15 minutes later is when the locks malfunction.

Jason huffs as he catches on. Apparently he hadn't thought to question why Tim was so desperate to buy time before.

Robin responds, since he's on stakeout with Bruce. Mostly because Bruce won't let him watch the asylum alone. Much as the kid hates it, the rest of the family agrees. It's only a matter of time before someone in max security manages to take advantage of theses malfunctions. So far Croc is the only one who had, though thankfully he's not one to start shit on his own. But with Joker, Scarecrow, and TwoFace all inside; any one of them, or god forbid all three, could make for a real bad situation.

Tt. So you can tell before a malfunction happens.

Think so. Last power surge was 8 minutes ago.

And you are only telling us now, why Drake?

Codenames.

Cause he spent those 8 convincing me not to go get our kid out yet.

6 minutes. See if you can stop things before they start.

I'm not far out. Want me to join you?

Tt. I doubt we'll need your assistance, Signal. We shall be done before you get here.

No wait. Signal, head in. See if you can get a read on 26B.

You think he might be meta?

Hood?

Jason glares at Tim betrayed.

"I wanted to see his fuckin face."

Tim just waves him off.

"They need to know. You tell them or I do."

Boys

Jason scowls, but relents.

He put the Joker in the infirmary on his 1st, 7th, and 15th days there. All 3 times took no damage himself. Feral child had to be pulled off and still didn't stop struggling till the clown was out of sight.

All 3 assaults followed by panic attacks, though whether about the Joker himself or what Daniel had done to him, we don't know yet.

The comms were silent for a moment.

A 15 year old...

Did what you've never had the balls to old man.

...I've fought the Joker.

Daniel hits first.

Hnn

I will admit, it is impressive that he can take the Joker down alone. Perhaps he will make for a worthy brother after all.

4 minutes.

We're moving in. Thank you Red Robin, Hood.

The fuck are you thanking me for?

For helping. And giving us time to work this out.

ETA 7 minutes out. Be with you shortly.

The advanced warning proved invaluable for Batman and Robin. After alerting the chief of security of their supposed pattern, he had guards already in motion when the doors swung open. Batman took a perch to watch for max security escapees while Robin assisted the guards in keeping inmates corralled. Many didn't even bother to leave their designated areas, having already seen the Bats in the building.

No sign of any max security inmates. Normally, Batman would find this concerning. And while he did file it away to ponder later why no one from max security ever seemed to make it out of that wing, for today he counted the blessing that he would not have to try to keep Robin safe while dealing with someone like the Joker.

Batman tracked motion through the crowds, watching as a black mop of hair moved, seemingly otherwise unnoticed, through the sea of people. He thought to move in to direct the person back towards where people were being herded to, but the small figure merely walked towards the B wing and entered one of the far cells. That gave Bruce a sneaking suspicion of which patient that was. He moved to get a closer look as Signal swooped in.

"Where is he?"

"I believe he just went into his cell. This way." Batman led Signal to the cell he'd seen that tiny person enter. It was indeed 26B and there was indeed a small, too small, frail looking boy lying on the bed there. A red blotch had appeared under his left eye even though Bruce was certain there had been no injury there as the boy had crossed the hall.

Signal froze beside him, breath stuttering. The boy briefly glanced at them through the corner of his eye, mouth twitching into a brief frown. Then his eyes turned back to the ceiling and his face smoothed out. Bruce couldn't help but reach out.

"Hello." The boy said nothing. Signal opened and closed his mouth, seeming to try to say something, but unable to get words out. Batman wondered what he must be seeing. "You seem hurt. Do you need help?" Eyes flickered back to him and away just as quickly.

"Nothing you can help with Mr. Batman." And oh, how Bruce hated the kid's voice. So quiet and so so hollow. Bruce's mind flashed to his children, imagining any them speaking with such emptiness. His heart clenched, wondering what could have happened to this boy to have snuffed the life out of him so young.

Duke found his voice again, just as the doors buzzed and swung shut again.

"What are you?" Bruce frowned, looking at his latest. Who was looking, as Bruce tracked his gaze, not at Daniel but at the space just above him. Daniel himself seemed to take interest all of a sudden, breaking away his upward gaze to roll his head and look at them. Confusion plain on his face, the first hint of life shining dimly in his eyes.

"Signal? Signal, what do you see?" Batman asked. Robin materialized beside them. The daytime hero stepped forward, then back, light sparking and fizzling around his fingertips.

"There's something in there with him."

Daniel looked back up, where Signal still had his gazed trained on something Batman couldn't see. Even Robin seemed confused, though he no doubt trusted Signal's meta sight.

"Don't worry," Daniel murmured, "S'just a ghost. She can't hurt you."

This 'ghost' seemed unhappy either with the teen's words or this turn of events. Daniel's head snapped back to the side again, causing Batman and Signal to wince while Robin watched stoically. 4 red scratches appeared on Daniel's right cheek, as though he had been backhanded by someone with clawlike nails. A light chill brushed through him and Signal tensed, then relaxed, his gaze finally turning from the emptiness above Daniel to the boy himself. Batman took that as a sign that the... entity, was gone.

Daniel did not react to the obvious abuse from an invisible assailant. He mechanically turned his head back, once more dead and glazed eyes returning to the cracks in the ceiling of his cell. "You should go now. The guards will come around soon to make sure I'm still here."

Bruce wanted so badly to say 'Don't worry, we'll get you out of here.' But Batman was more restrained than that. He would get the child out. But he would have a plan first. For now, Bruce placed a hand each on the shoulders of Duke and Damien, guiding them away. Only when they were back outside did Bruce let them go. Only when they were perched on a rooftop half a block away did Batman pause.

"Robin, report."

"No escaped inmates and no sign of any from maximum security."

"Good. Signal, any information on what you saw in there." Duke rubbed at his eyes.

"A ghost, I guess? I don't know. It was weird. She didn't really have an aura. It was more like, an absence of aura. Like she was a black hole, drawing all the light in."

Even behind the domino, Bruce could tell Damien rolled his eyes.

"And what of the patient, Thomas? Was he not the one you were sent to look at?" Batman bit back the reprimand for codenames, more interested in Signal's response. Signal seemed to think for a moment, then shook his head.

"He definitely had a pretty distinct aura. It... felt powerful. But it looked weak. Dim. When the ghost... struck him, it flared up a bit, but died back down almost instantly. I... I get the feeling he was holding it back. Almost like he was afraid of it. Of himself."

"Hnn. Good job Signal. Robin. You two are welcome to head back to the cave. I'll take the rest of this Arkham shift."

At that moment, the comms crackled to life.

Actually B, you may want to come in, also. Arkham should be fine. And I found why they sent the kid there.

#A King in Arkham #DP x DC #my writing #In case ya can't tell #I have no idea what the layout of Arkham is supposed to be #So I'm just kind of imagining a tv stereotypical prison layout #Two story room with double layers cells #Congregating area in the middle #Max security off in its own section #Probably not at all what Arkham is supposed to look like #But I reckon the details can be a bit nebulous for the sake of fanfiction

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f4riedimples · 3 months

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MY COLLECTION

pairings: pimp!sam carpenter x f!reader

warnings: mentions of drugs,underage drinking,sexual harassment ,provocation dancing, prostitution

wc: 1241

a/n: hi everyone, just wanted to finally come back since I’ve only been active on wattpad recently. Hope it’s not too bad!

Oh.

this has to be the worst mistake of your life.

like your whole fucking life. You knew this was a bad idea but you loved Sam so you did it anyways. It took some time convincing but you caved.

you don’t even know why she wanted to start doing this. You were only dancing but even that made you feel a certain type of way because of the way it went.

Sam would invite people over, get them tipsy, get you and the “client” in the room, you would dance, get paid, and that was that.

you didn’t complain since it would bring in a lot of income a week.

On the fourth day you made just 950 dollars in two hours. And it just kept increasing from there. But this didn’t seem worth it anymore.

it all started just a few nights ago. Sam told you who you would take to the room and dance for and that was supposed to be it.

afterwards though you saw the creepy state the guy was giving you. After he paid all his money he tried to grab you but your waist and sit you on the bed.

you immediately got up not feeling comfortable. “No touching, nothing further.” You replied calmly before trying to move past the man and check your earnings.

The dance was quite short but he still paid around 300-400. “Take off your clothes.” He order as he looked you up and down.

you almost froze up in shock and disgust. You knew this would probably happen sooner or later. “That’s not my job.” You denied with a small bit of attitude.

“I’ll give you five dollars, just take your clothes off and fuck me!” He demanded impatiently assuming your it was part of your job or you should go further instead of just selling the fantasy.

“sir, like I said, that’s not my goddamn job.” You didn’t want to raise your voice since this wasn’t a regular. You never know what this man could pull out of do.

Things were getting too intense too fast and you just needed it to stop. As the man tried to get near you again you just wanted to grab the knife hidden in one of the drawers.

just as he was about to reach you, you heard a small bang on the door. “Open. Now.” It was Sam. It was Sam! You immediately ran to the door and unlocked it.

just so no one could sneak in and try to get a free dance with friends, it was a responsibility to lock the door.

Sam immediately came in and glared at the man. “What the hell happened?” She asked already seething. She had heard some of this from outside of the door.

“she won’t fuck me.” The man tried to stay confident even though he knew Sam would be pissed off.

“asshole, she’s a dancer, not sex worker.” Sam hissed before guiding you behind her. It made you feel a bit safer knowing Sam had did something and was here to help you now.

“get out.” Sam said and the man had no choice but to leave. After this Sam immediately stopped the party and everyone went home.

she sat you on the bed and lightly caressed your cheek with her thumb. “princesa, I’m so sorry. Did he hurt you?” Sam asked feeling guilty.

you shook your head only feeling a bit shook up. “No, he didn’t. Thanks for saving me.” You whispered a bit down by the experience.

“There’s no need to thank me. I’ll always protect you from weirdos like that.” She spoke softly before hugging you. You couldn’t help but tear up.

now however you were worried things would be different.

it had been around a month since the whole incident and you were Sam were out on a date. Sam had brought up the idea of bringing in another girl which made you feel a bit jealous.

you never knew if Sam could try to find interest in a new girl. Even though you knew she was joking you couldn’t shake off another feeling you had towards the idea. Fear. Or maybe guilt.

You knew Sam would probably bring in another really young girl desperate for money who wouldn’t know how dangerous this was until it was too late. You couldn’t imagine what could happen.

you couldn’t imagine someone else go through what you did or worse while you stand by participating.

that’s why you had to tell Sam what was on your mind. “Hey Sam? We need to talk about something serious.” you were gonna be open and hope for the better.

Sam immediately got serious and paid close attention. She stare at you still with her usual caring eyes as she waited for you to speak.

“I don’t think I wanna do this. Not anymore or ever again. This whole pimp and dancer thing is just not for me.” Even before you had agreed to do this you knew that even actual strippers or dancers can usually be followed home or harassed by creepy guys.

you knew that some men and other woman felt entitled to seeing more even if that wasn’t on the fine print.

Sam took a tense breath before shooting back. “Are you serious? Like- are you sure that you wanna do this?” Sam was cautious and hesitant not wanting to seem insensitive. She also knew this could lead to lots of troubles.

she tried to respect you and what you wanted. She tried not to be so blinded by the money. At the end of the day you were still her girlfriend.

“yes.” Your voice was soft and you almost felt bad. You didn’t want to disappoint Sam but you also wanted to put yourself first.

“then okay. That’s how it’ll go. I’m just surprised because you seemed to enjoy it especially when the nights were late.” Something about Sam’s last sentence caught you off guard.

on late nights you would decide to get a little extra tipsy to loosen up your nerves but not because you wanted to do more with these clients. “Excuse me?”

“you just seemed to really like it. You never complained.” Sam spoke a bit more quietly as if she was nervous to say. She started to realize maybe this wasn’t the best idea.

“you’re the one who asked me to do this. I could’ve said no but I didn’t because ends needed to be met and I loved you.” Sam was the one who had offered you this after seeing you give her a lap dance.

she realized how good you were naturally and decided that maybe she shouldn’t “let your talent go to waste”.

before this you never consider Sam would ever even have an idea like this. She would tell you how you would deserve the best but right now it didn’t feel the same.

You’ve been dating each other for around a year and known each other for way longer. how could this be your girlfriend.

“I know. And I’m sorry. I was selfish and was desperate to pay the rent and the bills and get more than cheap food.” You let out a soft breath as your nerves temporarily calmed down.

you reached out and held Sam’s hand. “And I forgive you.” You smiled sweetly before pressing a soft kiss against Sam’s lips.

but will things fall back in place?

#sam carpenter #sam carpenter x reader #scream x reader #scream vi #scream 5 #sidney prescott #kirby reed #amber freeman #melissa barrera x reader #samantha carpenter x reader #sam carpenter x female reader

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ixiot-ghostrebel · 1 year

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Ok, I've had this idea in my head for WEEKS

(Sagau) what if creator just nonchalantly told the characters (archons (including nahida(platonic ofc)))

that they were pushed in a campfire as a kid? (God this is so random please save me)

^ mmm Pyro brain go burrr

#nothoughtsheadempty

READER WAS WHAT?!

OHOHOHOHO, @royalrose2011, THINGS ARE ABOUT TO GO DOWN. THEIR ACOLYTE CAREERS SHALL BE TURNED UPSIDE DOWN >:)

(Disclaimers: Might be OOC!)

Venti

Man would be concerned as frick. How—no, why would someone push you into a campfire of all things?! Were they not concerned for all the hazards it could've brought?

"Your Grace, you were pushed into A WHAT?!" Man will be praying to the Almighty Creator (aka you) that what you just said was just a prank—or maybe he heard it wrong.

But once you confirm it, this man is throwing all dignity into the wind (get it?) and about to hunt down these dudes who decide to throw you into a fire.

It takes all of your will to stop him from committing arson in your world, knowing you have no control over the government :')

Zhongli

He's more worried if you were hurt from the incident than worrying about morons who don't know what's dangerous or not.

"Your Grace, are you unharmed from such an incident?" Constantly checking over you to make sure you're unharmed whenever he gets the chance. He might not be exactly free all the time, but he can certainly make sure you are protected.

Guy will use every excuse in the book to make sure you are shielded. Whether literally or metaphorically, that depends on the situation.

Once this guy sees your hurt, expect to be walking behind you like some sort of bodyguard for a good few months.

Raiden Ei

Both worried and enraged. Who dares to hurt the Almighty Creator, going so far to have the audacity to push them into a campfire?!

"You need not worry, Your Grace—I will ensure you that these traitors deem no threat to you any longer." Even though it's probably been years since this incident, here's the archons, taking it seriously. Ei is not an exception—she will literally hunt the people who pushed you into that campfire.

Would see no end until she's killed the traitors, even though you're basically trying to convince her otherwise. It was years ago—you've gotten over it! Besides, you weren't dead!

She is not taking any of your excuses, so be prepared to pin her down when she does realize and see those traitors. No one shall stop her pursue of vengeance for the Almighty Creator!

Nahida

Very very worried and is practically hoping you weren't hurt.

"Your Grace, why would they push you into the campfire? Don't they know how dangerous it is?" Doesn't really like the fact that mortals do this to one another, let alone the Almighty Creator.

Poor bean is very worried about you so now you must reassure her that you are fine whenever you go off on long trips, travels, etc.

And that's about it! Sorry if it isn't to your liking, but that's all I got lol :')

See you all around!

Ghost Rebel Side Notes: I AM SO SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG TO MAKE THIS! MY MOTIVATION DIED ON ME SOBBING. I HOPE YOU GUYS STILL ENJOYED IT THO!

AND HOLY COW, TYSM FOR 200+ FOLLOWERS 😭 YALL ARE AMAZING!

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missmungoe · 7 months

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Editing the update for Bind Me to the Tide (Shanks x Makino Soulmate/Shared Pain AU), which has somehow become two chapters. ETA this week, but in the meantime, have a snippet, because Luffy is giving me a lot of feelings in this fic:

It became a routine, as the days of their stay lengthened to weeks—he’d be up with the sunrise, the first one through her doors, and the last to retire, his heart as light as her laughter, which Shanks spent most of his days looking for ways to coax out. And aside from the initial excitement surrounding their arrival, the following days were mostly uneventful. Peaceful, and without any notable incidents involving windmills or sharp objects.

With one exception.

The sniffling was making it hard to hold the needle steady, and, “Sit still,” Shanks said gently, angling his chin a bit.

Bottom lip sucked between his teeth, Luffy held his breath.

His look softened, and, “I’m not going to scold you,” Shanks said, as he continued stitching the cut in his cheek. It was a good thing the knife had missed his eye. “I’ve done more reckless things with a knife when I was your age. But speaking from experience, you should treat yourself with more care, if not for your own sake, then for your soulmate’s.”

Luffy sniffled, but, “My soulmate?” he asked.

“Everyone’s got one, right?” Shanks asked, with a smile that recalled his self-assured declaration, weeks ago now. “So even if you’re the one who's hurt, someone else will have felt it, too. And the stitches.”

It was punctuated by the needle piercing his skin, but Luffy seemed to have found a distraction in the topic of soulmates.

Focused on stitching the cut, Shanks didn’t ask, but then it was a private matter, even without counting the fact that he was talking to a six-year-old, but then, “I feel them,” Luffy said, and with a grin, “They get hurt a lot.”

His own smile was startled, but then it couldn’t be serious injuries if he sounded so delighted about it. “Maybe they’re a little hooligan like you, getting into fights.”

Luffy seemed delighted by this prospect. “Yesterday, it hurt here,” he said, pointing at his front tooth, his voice muffled as he said, “Like shomething phfell out.”

“They might have lost a tooth," Shanks said. "It happens at your age.”

Horrified eyes stared up at him, as Luffy asked, distressed, “Do they come back?”

He chuckled, “Yes." And with a look, “But only once. When you’re fully grown and you take a few too many punches, you’ll end up with gaps in your teeth. This is why I don’t fight with my fists; it would be a crime to ruin these pearly whites. Although there are some pirates who exchange them with gold.”

Luffy’s eyes rounded, his horror exchanged with delight. “Gold?”

Realising that he might have made a mistake, “If anyone asks, I did not put this idea in your head,” Shanks said.

Grinning, Luffy didn't seem to find any cause for concern. At least he wasn’t thinking about the stitches.

He was quiet for a beat, as Shanks continued, before he touched his chest, over his heart. “Sometimes it hurts here.”

His smile tilting, “Yeah,” Shanks said, gently. “Mine does that sometimes, too.”

“Really?”

He nodded. “Pain isn’t just from cuts and bruises.”

He absorbed this, but then, “I like it,” Luffy said, smiling. “Having a soulmate.”

“Yeah?” Shanks asked. He was focusing on the stitches, but then he was trying to make it so it wouldn’t scar too much.

“Mm,” Luffy said. “I don't feel alone when I feel them.”

It hit him so hard he had to pause what he was doing, but looking at Luffy only found him smiling.

He didn’t reach for the bond, or Makino where she was in the storeroom doing inventory. And he’d been lucky, growing up, never lacking in company, but like the little boy on the barstool beside his, he thought about the little girl who’d grown up here, and wondered if there’d been a time, before Teach, and before she’d been so afraid, where she’d thought of him that way, not as a burden but as a companion.

“Can you have more than one?” Luffy asked then, as he resumed stitching the cut.

“Soulmate?” Shanks asked, and when he nodded, “I haven’t heard of it happening. For most people, feeling one person’s pain is more than enough.”

Luffy grinned, undaunted by this. “I’d have more if I could!”

“Yeah?” he chucked. “How many?”

He thought about it, before he declared, “Ten!”

Shaking his head, although his grin couldn’t be helped. This kid...

“That’s a whole crew,” Shanks said.

Luffy’s eyes widened, before he grinned and said, fiercely, “Even if I can’t have ten, I’m still gonna try.”

“Try?”

Luffy nodded, and said, “To feel when they’re hurt.”

His hands stilled, but then he hadn’t been prepared for that, although Luffy didn’t seem aware of the profundity behind that simple statement, but then for him, it probably was that simple.

“That,” Shanks said, with a rough chuckle, and saw him wince as he pulled the needle through, “Sounds like something a captain would say.” And with a smile, “But you’ll have to toughen up,” he said. “Can’t cry at every little pinch if you’re going to share the pain of your whole crew.”

It was punctuated by him snipping the thread, and, “All done,” Shanks said, tilting his chin to inspect it. “It’ll scar, but it shouldn’t be too bad.” Smiling, he lifted his brows. "Your soulmates might even recognise you when they see it.”

He realised what he’d said a second too late, but Luffy only looked emboldened by this.

Those wide eyes lifted to his own scars then, as he asked him, “Where’s your soulmate, Shanks?”

As though the Fates had been listening, Makino returned from the storeroom, her smile softening as she came up to the counter where they were sitting, reaching for Luffy’s chin as she inspected the stitches. She was standing between their barstools; this close, Shanks could count the pale freckles on her shoulders where the sleeves of her blouse bared them. She wore a new bodice today, sunflower yellow with wildflowers embroidered along the laces, the dark red petals bringing out the brandy in her eyes.

Turning towards him dragged his eyes up from her waist, as Makino said, “You’ve done this before.”

He might have felt a little ridiculous for his own reaction if he hadn't been so arrested by the gentle admiration on her face, and grinning, he waved his fingers. “Steady hands. Well, unless I’m drinking, but in which case I really shouldn’t be holding a needle to anyone's face.”

He saw her eyes darting to them, before she quickly looked away, and clearing her throat, “Hungry?” she asked Luffy, running her fingers through his hair. “I could make your favourite. Nothing heals a hurt like a good meal.”

“You’ve been spending too much time around Lucky,” Shanks said, and saw her grin where it lifted her cheeks.

Bouncing off his barstool, his stitches already forgotten, “Food!” Luffy cheered.

“You can keep the captain company while I cook,” Makino said, a smile thrown his way. “If he doesn’t mind.”

“Always happy to have good company,” Shanks said, with a wink at Luffy, who’d climbed back onto the barstool. "And someone ought to keep this little troublemaker in check. Not me, but someone. I say we get into a bit more trouble, eh, Luffy?"

Eyes round, "What kind of trouble?" Luffy asked.

"Oh I'm sure we'll find something," Shanks said. "Always some trouble to be found, even in little ports like this."

Looking at Makino found her watching him, her eyes holding something that made him pause, although before he could inspect it, she'd blinked it away, and with a flustered smile, excused herself.

Shanks watched as she made her way to the kitchen, a last glance offered over her shoulder to him before she disappeared through the doors, leaving him by the bar with Luffy, and a feeling that had grown progressively harder to ignore, despite his continued attempts.

He wondered if it was his imagination, and that he was just seeing what he wanted in her reactions. And he didn’t consider himself a delusional man when it came to attraction—he was aware of what he looked like, and hadn’t exactly been lacking in attention where that was concerned. Even Makino had conceded, if only by prim omission, that she found him visually pleasing, which would have been all the encouragement he’d need, usually.

But attraction couldn’t always be helped, and it didn’t mean she’d welcome anything more. And given how comfortable she was around him now, he didn’t want to fuck it up by crossing a line there was no coming back from.

Even if the way she looked at him sometimes made him wonder if she would mind crossing it.

“Shanks?”

“Hm?”

“Why do babies hurt?”

He blinked, and turning his head found Luffy watching him expectantly. “What?”

“Yasopp was telling Ma-chan that it hurt when Usopp was born,” Luffy said, cocking his head. “Why? What happens?”

Shanks stared at him, his train of thought derailed so thoroughly, he had nothing to offer, and so only managed a very articulate, “Uuuuh.”

“Oh, and what’s a cervix?”

“Uuuuuuuuuh.”

“And what does ‘tearing’ mean?”

“Hey, do you want to play a round of bartop hockey?”

#Shanks x Makino #Shanks #Red-Haired Shanks #Akagami no Shanks #Luffy #Monkey D. Luffy #One Piece Makino #Makino #Shanks/Makino #Red-Haired Shanks x Makino #opfanfic #One Piece fanfic #One Piece #mungoe writes #Soulmate AU

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wordsandupstead · 2 years

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Frantic Call

Jay HalsteadxReader

summary: Y/n’s bad day just keeps getting worse, and when she can’t take it anymore, she calls Jay, crying. words: 1.5k

The sound of metal crashing against wood catches your attention and momentarily stuns you. As you turn your head to the passenger side of the car, you realize you weren’t watching that side as you backed up, and you smashed your mirror against the telephone pole outside of your house. Your heart immediately sinks to your belly.

“I gotta go!” You shout at your phone, despite hearing your brother’s confused questions coming through your cars speaker via bluetooth. He had been practically yelling at you over something that had happened between him and your mom, which is not uncommon. As the middle child, you’ve always been the mediator, even though you’re all adults with separate lives now, things somehow still come back to you, as if they expect you to sort their problems out.

Putting your car in park, you jump out and rush around to the other side. Your mirror is hanging from a cord, and the paint on the passenger side door is scraped. Part of the metal is caved in too. You force a deep breath into your lungs and try to remain composed despite wanting to burst into tears standing there on the street.

The argument your brother had with your mom left you feeling like things were already falling apart. His yelling was just enough distraction to make you forget to check over your shoulder while backing into your driveway. You always check over your shoulder, except today.

You somehow manage to hold it together enough to park your car in the driveway properly. As you get out of your car, you glance at your work phone to see a new email from your boss.

I need that incident report by tomorrow.

That’s all it says. Your workload had increased significantly a few weeks ago, and the constant stress of the day to day at work has been getting to you. You’ve been making small mistakes that you’d never have made otherwise. There was an incident with a client that you don’t even want to think about, but your boss, as is his job, has no problem reminding you.

After a moment, a text from your brother comes in. Call me back. And you sigh, standing there in a daze in the driveway, you can barely get yourself to move.

Between work, your family drama, and now knowing you have to deal with getting your car fixed, you really just want to take a shower and crawl into bed, but you can’t do that, because it’s 2pm on a Tuesday, and you have an online meeting in thirty minutes.

Your fingers hover over the contact in your phone. He’s at work, and you don’t want to bother him, but he’s the only person you want to talk to. His voice is the only one you want to hear right now. You can feel yourself holding it together by a thread as you press on his contact and start walking into the house, leaving your poor car in the driveway.

“Hello?” He answers.

“Do you have time to talk?” You question, unsure of whether he’s busy or not.

He probably senses the urgency in your tone, “Yeah, I have a couple minutes before I have to be in the interrogation room.”

A part of you knows that since he said he has a couple minutes, this probably means he was supposed to be in the interrogation room five minutes ago, and he doesn’t actually have time. You almost say never mind and end the call, but you can’t keep your composure any longer, and you need to talk to him.

“My brother got into a big fight with my mom and I was backing up and I hit a telephone pole, and I messed up at work and I’m scared that I’m going to get in trouble.”

“Whoa, hold on, are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine, my car’s not.” You respond.

“Are you sure you’re okay? Was anyone hurt?”

“No, no one was even on the street, it was just me, hitting a stupid pole because I didn’t look over my shoulder because I was distracted because my brother was yelling at me and I was rushing home from work to do the stupid incident report that I should have done by now. And I have a meeting at 2:30.”

The tears start falling and then you’re fully sobbing. You’re standing in the kitchen, just sobbing as Jay tries to understand everything you just said. You can hear shuffling on the other end, but he doesn’t say anything right away, and you continue crying and mumbling something about your car.

“I’m coming home.” You finally hear him say.

“No, you have an interrogation!” You respond, knowing you’ll feel even worse if he just leaves work right now. “

“Y/n, you’re not hurt, right?” He questions, completely ignoring your reminder that he’s supposed to be working.

“No,” You mumble behind the tears still falling. You force a deep breath and try to slow your sobs. “But I have that meeting. It’s at 2:30.” You repeat yourself.

“Okay, are you inside?”

“Yes.”

“Go get a glass of water.” He calmly instructs.

More tears fall and you shout, “I’m not thirsty. I’m sad!”

“Please go get a drink of water.” He responds, remaining calm, a complete contrast to you, and you listen, walking over to the kitchen and pulling a glass from the cabinet.

You put the phone on speaker even though Jay isn’t saying anything. Your sobs slow as you take three big gulps of the cold filtered water from the fridge.

“Okay,” You say after drinking the water. Your voice is a little clearer and you feel a tiny bit calmer.

“Okay,” His voice comes through the phone. “Your brother is going to be fine. Your mom is too.” He reassures you. He doesn’t even know what the argument was about, but he’s known you and your family long enough to know this isn’t the end of the world.

“Your car can be fixed. I’ll look at it when I get home.”

“You can’t come home now!” You respond. “I’ll be in a meeting by the time you get here anyway, and I have some work to do after too.”

“I know,” he pauses and goes completely silent for a moment. You assume he muted himself and is talking to someone at work. A few seconds later, he comes back on. “It’s almost 2:30, your meeting is going to be good, and I’ll be home by the time you’re done, okay?” He says, as though he has everything figured out. Even though you know he doesn’t, and he can’t exactly fix things, it still feels good to know he’ll be there soon.

You take a deep breath and try to regain your composure. “Okay.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too, bye.”

You end the call and pull your laptop out of your bag to set it up at your desk. You quickly respond to your bosses email letting him know you’ll have the report to him by the end of the day, and start reviewing notes for the meeting. You open up the camera app and check your reflection, just to get a glimpse of what others in the meeting are about to see. Your cheeks are red and blotchy and your eyes are puffy. You have two minutes to fix this. Darting into the bathroom, you immediately try fixing your makeup before removing your contacts and replacing them with glasses, hoping they’ll help to hide your face even though you know it’s pointless.

You slide back into your chair with just a few seconds to spare and quickly log into the meeting, reading over your notes once more.

The meeting is nearly over, and you’re honestly surprised that you managed to get this far without fully breaking down again. You hear the front door open and then close quietly, followed by light footsteps. Glancing over, you see Jay in the doorway, a starbucks cup in one hand and his work stuff in the other.

He looks at you lovingly then silently walks toward you, careful to remain out of the frame of the camera. He places the cup down on the desk, mouthing, I love you, before practically tiptoeing away and disappearing into the bedroom.

Spinning the cup, you see he got your order completely right, and even paid extra for the pumpkin cold foam, something you love but have a hard time justifying the cost of.

Nothing is fixed, you still have a mountain of work and that incident report due. You still have a broken mirror and messed up passenger door, and a call to return to your brother. But somehow, knowing your boyfriend is home, knowing he left work early because you needed him, and knowing that when your meeting ends in a few minutes you can go to him, suddenly things don’t seem so bad after all.

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Clandestine Meetings (Joel Miller x Reader) Chapter 5

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Joel Miller x Reader

Joel has tried his best to stay away from Y/N, but it seems the universe has other plans. When he runs into her on the street, the two confront their feelings and everything gets a lot more complicated.

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Rating M: For later chapters, angst, discussion of DV. Talk of injuries.

It was a good week or so before Joel saw Y/N again. Soon after the bomb incident, he and Tess had gone out to get supplies to trade. They usually didn’t stay away for more than a couple days, however even when they got back, Joel made it a point to only pick jobs at times when he didn’t think Y/N would show up. He felt guilty about the way he had treated her, however he knew Tess and Tommy were right. The feelings he had for Y/N, whatever they may have been were dangerous, not only for himself and the people around him but also for Y/N. He knew that her shit husband hurt her, and he didn’t want to be the cause of making it even worse. And so Joel’s world had fallen back into the colorless routine it had been before.

That was why when he had accidentally ran into her on the street, it had taken him by surprise. But what took him even more by surprise and what caused his entire body to vibrate with rage were the bruises that littered her face and neck. She had a black eye, a busted lip, and what looked like finger bruises from where someone had gripped her neck tightly.

The minute he laid eyes on this, he roughly grabbed her by her shoulders, turning her so she was looking at him, taking her completely by surprise.

“Who the fuck did this to you.” He snarled his eyes darting between each bruise.

“Joel?” Y/N asked shocked.

“Was it that fucking husband of yours,” Joel continued. “I’ll fucking kill him.”

Suddenly Y/N pushed Joel back hard snapping him out of his rage.

“Why the fuck do you care.” Y/N snapped. “A few days ago you wanted nothing to fucking do with me, and now you are going to commit murder for me?”

“Y/N,” Joel sighed as he looked around to make sure that no one was watching them.

“No, Joel, when I had come back I was going to ask you… I thought you…” Y/N groaned, “Ugh forget it, listen I get it, I’m a pain in your ass right, I cause problems right, I waste your precious fucking time right!” She screamed and her screams were starting to grab peoples attention.

Quickly Joel grabbed her hand and dragged her into a near by ally. As much as she protested and fought him.

“Y/N,” He said calmly but still she fought him. “Y/N!” He shouted as he gently took her face in his hands and she instantly went quite. “Listen to me, I had meant what I said before, if anyone hurts you, especially your husband, I want you, no I need you to come to me, I will take care of it.”

Y/N reached up and wrapped her hands around Joel’s wrists as she sighed.

“I can’t keep up with your mood swings Joel.” She said quietly all the anger fading into sadness. “One moment you are nice and boarderline sweet and the next you are an absolute dick.”

Joel dropped his hands and took a step back as he looked at the ground.

“I’m sorry about before I… things are complicated.”

“Of course things are complicated, the world is fucked Joel. But I thought maybe I had found someone who made things just a little less complicated, someone who made things make some sort of sense. But I guess I was wrong.” Joel could see tears welling up in her eyes. “I better go, and don’t worry I will stay out of your life Joel.”

“Wait,” Joel reached out and grabbed her wrist and when he did she let out a loud cry. He instantly let go.

“I’m sorry, it’s… I fell the other day and…”

“You know you can cut the bullshit with me.” Joel instantly replied and Y/N just looked up at him her eyes filled with an awful sadness and yearning. “Can I see it?”

Y/N hesitated for a moment before she walked forward and lifted her long sleeves so he could see her swollen and bruises wrist.

He seethed as he gingerly took her hand in his.

“It’s fine, I think it is only fractured.” She said and Joel’s head snapped up his eyes filled with rage.

“It is sure as shit not fine.”

“Well unfortunately it just is what it is.” She sighed as she took her hand out of his and pulled down her sleeve again.

“It doesn’t have to me.” Joel took a step closer towards her.

“I don’t really have another choice, if I leave, either he will kill me or he will send F.E.D.R.A. to do it.”

“I could kill him.”

“And then F.E.D.R.A. would kill you, not going to happen.” She snapped as she leaned up against the brick wall.

“Why are you with him?” Joel asked surprised at himself for the asking such a question.

Y/N couldn’t help but smirk sadly. “That is a story for another time cowboy.”

Joel made his way towards her putting one hand on the wall and leaned in closer to her.

“I’m sorry about what I said, I didn’t mean it. It’s just, I don’t think it is a good idea for you and I to hang around each other.”

“You afraid I’m going to get you roped into trouble Miller,” Y/N smirked a smile finally creeping its way back onto her face.

“It’s not just myself I’m worried about its Tess and…”

“Tommy?” She interrupted. Joel gave her an inquisitive look. “One upside to having a husband who works for F.E.D.R.A, I can get access to everyones files. How do you think I know so much about everyone.”

“You looked me up darlin’’?” Joel smirked inching even closer to Y/N.

“Oh I had to, with the dark and stormy aura you give off, I had to see what you were all about.”

They were silent for a moment, the space between them was growing smaller with each passing second.

“But you are right, it might be better if we just keep our separate ways. I don’t want to get you in trouble. And Tommy’s in enough shit as it is.”

Joel’s blood ran cold. And Y/N watched as Joel’s face fell and his eyes went wide with fear.

“Don’t worry F.E.D.R.A doesn’t know. But hell that boy does not do a good job hiding it, I could spot him from a mile away. You need to tell him to watch his back.”

Joel just nodded, his thoughts wandering off to nightmare he had about Tommy getting caught or killed. He could feel his chest start to tighten up and his vision start to blur.

“Joel,” Y/N called as she saw his demenor change. But to him her voice sounded far off, it echoed like she was in a tunnel. “Joel?” She called again as she placed her hand gently on his cheek. With her touch he steadied his vision righted itself and the tightness in his chest lessened. “Where did you go?”

In that moment, standing so close to her, her hand on his cheek, he wanted nothing more than to kiss her, to pull her in close to him and never let her go. His rational mind kept telling him what a bad idea that was, how many things could go wrong. But he didn’t care he just kept pushing those thoughts away. That was until he thought about Sarah, and the ever familiar constant pain he felt flared up again. He couldn’t feel that pain again, not in any capacity. And it was too risky to open his heart up again. Especially since Y/N didn’t seem like she had any plans to leave her abusive huband.

Clearing his throat, Joel backed up crossing his arms in front of his chest.

“So what are we going to do?” He asked.

“About what?” She said hurt at his distance.

“About us?”

“Is there an us?”

“I mean… I don’t want to not help you when you need it. But I also got to think about keeping Tess and Tommy safe.”

“Yeah,” She looked down at her feet sadly.

“And I like being around you.”

“I like being around you too.”

“Is there anyway I can get you to just keep your head down and try not to cause problems?”

“Not a chance.” Y/N snapped her head up to look back at him.

Joel sighed sadly. “That’s what I thought.”

They stood silent for a few moments, and Y/N could feel herself starting to get choked up.

“So I guess that’s it.” Y/N said.

“Y/N…”

“Well, it was nice knowing you Joel Miller. I hope you have a good life, I mean, as good as any of us can hope for in this shit storm.” Y/N started to walk away and Joel stayed behind watching her.

She hadn’t even made it out of the ally before she stopped. “Oh fuck it.” She mumbled under her breath as she turned and marched back to Joel.

“Y/N?” Joel asked confused.

“Kiss me.” She snapped and Joel froze.

“Wha…”

“There is this feeling between us, and I hope to God you feel it to, but it feels so different than anything I have felt in a while. I can’t explain it but when I am with you, things feel better. It’s almost like you bring color…” She started when Joel quickly pulled her into him and kissed her.

The spark that he felt in his stomach when their lips met, sent goosebumps all over his skin. This kiss wasn’t just a normal run of the mill kiss, this was something more. It made his chest tighten but not in a bad way. And when he felt her open her mouth slightly and he deepend the kiss, he thought his heart was going to explode.

They broke away only to breath, and when they look at each other they both smiled, Joel’s hands on her face, his thumb rubbing her cheeks.

“Not bad cowboy.” She smirked.

“Oh I’m just getting started darlin’ “ Joel growled seductively as he kissed her again, pushing her back into the brick wall.

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His Inheritance ~ Chapter 17

Part 17: I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love

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Words: 4.1k

Pairing: Mobster Steve Rogers x Mobster daughter reader

Warnings: References to mafia families. References to breaking and entering, violence, and sexual assault. Firearms. Deception. This is a dark fic. Please read responsibly.

Disclaimer: The author of this work claims no ownership of characters aside from the reader, and original secondary characters mentioned. This work is not intended for those under the age of 18 due to explicit sexual content and darker themes. By reading this work or any works on my blog (jtargaryen18), you agree that you are at least 18 years of age. I do not consent to have my work hosted on any third party app or site. If you are seeing this fanfiction anywhere but archiveofourown and tumblr, it has been reposted without my permission.

Summary: For @alexakeyloveloki. Your father is the head of one of the most powerful crime families in Boston but he’s protected you from that life. In your quiet home outside the city, you’ve been cared for and protected. When the desires of a more powerful man with the will to dominate bursts into your life, all your illusions are shattered as he comes to claim what is his.

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“Boss?”

Steve had just reached is study, ill at ease with the message Dyson sent him early this morning. All it had said was urgent. And that had been enough to pull him out of his bed before he wanted to leave it.

He wasn’t sure what was worse, the implication of that text or leaving his little wife there sleeping peacefully in his bed. He’d quickly relieved himself in the shower, trying to be quick about it. But his hand couldn’t come even remotely close to the sweetness of her tight little body. He’d barely explored her, just a few days into their marriage.

So Steve was in a foul mood to start the day, glancing up as Dyson bustled into the study, shut the door.

“What?” he asked his man with no small dose of impatience.

Dyson’s color was high, his ears blood red. “There was another incident last night.”

Incident? Steve had a bad feeling about this.

His man’s expression was grim. “They hit Giordano’s last night.”

Giordano ran a highly successful retail shop that was under his protection. They dealt in hunting and fishing gear. It was a great front for running guns and ammo under the radar. The man’s father had been an old poker buddy of his father’s and they always had a good relationship, dealt well together.

Anger rose quickly. “How bad?”

It took Dyson a moment to meet his gaze which just meant it was worse.

“They waited until they closed shop,” Dyson explained. “And they broke in through the back before the staff could even make it out for the night. They got a shit ton of ammo, several rifles, and all their cash.”

“Fuck,” Steve muttered. Running a hand over his beard, he waited. He could just tell there was more by the way Dyson was shifting his weight from one foot to the other on the other side of his desk. “Anyone hurt?”

Dyson dropped his gaze. Oh, this is bad.

“Yeah, Vince’s kid took a rifle butt to the head,” Dyson told him. “Knocked him out. He’s in the hospital. So’s the girl…”

“Girl?” Steve felt bile rise in his throat, afraid of what direction that was going in.

“Yeah,” Dyson explained. “The girl worked at the shop. A college kid. They, ah, they did a number on her… A really bad number on her. Yeah…”

Rape?

“How bad?” Steve wanted to know.

“More than one of them got her,” Dyson told him in a lowered voice. “Cut her up too.”

Steve knew what this was. Rising from the desk, he stared his man down.

“This is the second fucking time they’ve hit something that’s ours,” Steve said angrily. “And this is far worse than the first one.”

The first hit had been on a pawn shop under his family’s protection. Yeah, they’d taken the cash and most everything of value in the dive. But he hadn’t considered that, at the time, as more than just a random hit.

That had just been a week ago. Now Giordano’s had been hit and hit hard. It was on the same street, a much more lucrative target. And the loss of money and weaponry was bad enough. Attacking the staff? Violence and rape? That upped the ante.

The strike was meant to inspire fear. To shake faith in his leadership. While he wasn’t entirely surprised by the move, he was taken aback by the brutality of it. It wasn't Barnes's usual style.

“Any clues?” Steve demanded. “I want to know everything.”

“I sent Scott and Neal down there,” his man explained. “If it had just been a B&E and robbery, we might have had a chance to keep the cops out of it. But with the assaults? The girl?”

Steve felt sick. The business his family had been in for a few generations was brutal and ugly. In leading the family, now all the families of Boston, Steve had to be brutal, do things that haunted him.

But some things just weren’t done. Steve’s father brought him up old school. Women and children were off limits. Unless of course you ran into a female soldier, and it happened once in a while these days. Most of them were wannabes.

He blew out an exhale, considering the one he had under his roof, watching over his wife. He had his doubts about the situation. About Belova’s daughter. But Belova had been one of his best lieutenants and that was a big reason Steve was giving his daughter a try.

That and his wife demanded it for a wedding present. Now that she was in his bed, he could be a little indulgent. As long as his wife was also protected by his men until he could gauge Yelena’s skill set.

Outside of that, women and children? No. He beat the shit out of the last man in one of his clubs allowing an underage girl in to sell herself. Yeah, they dealt in girls as well as guns, but no one was forced to work in the whorehouses. They had a choice.

“I feel like Barnes is behind this,” Steve told him.

Dyson nodded.

“When Neal and Scott return,” Steve instructed, “I want Scott here. I want you and Clint to stay here. The three of you and Belova will know where my wife is at all times. Is that in any way unclear?”

Dyson’s salt and pepper brows inched up at that.

“The first strike happened around the time she moved in here,” Steve pointed out. “That the second escalated to this extreme right after our wedding isn’t a coincidence, Dyson.”

His man nodded, considering his words. “What are you thinking?”

Steve shook his head. “She’s at the center of all this. I wish I knew what the bastard had in his head. Maybe he wants her because he wants my seat that badly. Maybe he wants revenge for what her mother did. Either way, I want her protected.”

“Of course,” Dyson said. “I swear it.”

That Dyson loved her so much wasn’t lost on Steve. He was counting on it.

“I need to figure out who is making these moves and why,” Steve explained. “While I’m dealing with that, I have to know she’s safe.”

“She will be,” Dyson told him.

“Keep an eye on Belova for me,” Steve bid him.

Dyson blew out an exhale.

“What?”

“Belova is okay,” Dyson told him meaningfully. “She’s a good girl. She’ll show you.”

Steve cocked a brow at him. “Why is she running around trying to be a soldier then?”

“She’s got her reasons,” Dyson told him. “You’ll probably figure it out in time. Until then, know this. Yelena’s a good person. She’ll fight as hard as any of us to keep your wife safe. And your wife trusts her.”

“What are you not telling me?” Steve asked carefully.

“Not my story to tell,” Dyson told him. “But if you trust me, trust Belova.”

That Dyson defended the young woman was something. He wouldn’t have said it if he didn’t believe it. Maybe there was more to the situation than he saw on the surface.

“We’ll see,” Steve told him. “Just make sure you know where she and my wife are at all times."

“You know I will,” Dyson said to him.

“Have Clint bring the car around,” Steve told him. “I need to head into the city. I’m calling a meeting with Sam, Thor, and Tony.”

“I expected you would,” Dyson told him. “I’ll manage things here.”

“Thank you.”

As soon as Dyson left the study, Steve rose and went to the window. The snow was melting, and the temperatures were rising. In a few weeks, it would be spring.

He thought of his bride, sleeping alone in his bed upstairs.

The morning hadn’t gone the way he planned. With his body still aching, he stood there contemplating his situation for a long time.

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You woke up later in the morning, alone. Steve wasn’t there and he hadn’t woke you before he got up. That was new.

The break was nice though it had you feeling out of sorts. Had you wondering. Was everything okay?

Or was he tiring of you already?

After you’d showered and dressed, you made your way downstairs. Today was warmer. You weren’t wearing a ton of layers and it was nice.

At the foot of the stairs was Scott, his blue eyes as friendly as his smile.

“Good morning,” he told you.

“Good morning.”

He followed you into the dining room. No sooner had you taken your seat than Luca came out, carrying your breakfast. Something lit up the cook’s dark eyes. When he placed that tray in front of you, you took in a small stack of pancakes with eggs. Three types of syrups, a cup of fresh fruit.

Luca chuckled at your reaction. “I thought so. I got more of them pancakes ready to go if you want more.”

You couldn’t help but smile. “Thank you. But this is plenty.”

Nodding, he headed back for the kitchen. You’d just dug in when Yelena wandered into the kitchen. Just like the men who worked for Steve, she wore a suit. Trousers and a suit coat, a high-necked blouse under it. You appreciated her dedication. You didn’t envy them wearing all that as warm as it would soon be.

Her green eyes were assessing. But there was something beneath the surface…

“How are you?” you asked her.

Yelena nodded. “Good. We have a big day planned.”

“We?”

“That’s right,” Yelena told you.

Scott stood at the entrance to the dining room and the way Yelena eyed you…

Okay. You’d play along.

“What are our plans?” you asked.

Scott, in trying not to appear that he was listening to your conversation shifted awkwardly, giving you the opinion that he was indeed listening. Yelena never cut her glance his way once, her gaze locked with yours.

“I’ve arranged for someone to see you today,” she told you with a smile. “She works at a local salon. She does wonderful manicures. I thought that might lift your spirits since you need to stay here at home for the time being.”

Really? You hoped the woman coming to see you was here for what you really wanted.

Pausing over your breakfast, you smiled at her. And it was genuine. “That sounds wonderful,” you told her in your best hopeful tone. “It won’t… cause a problem will it?”

Innocently you looked from her to Scott and back. Now the two of you had Scott’s attention.

“I’ll need to search her and her things,” Scott told you.

Yelena nodded to him. “I would expect no less. She’ll be here within the hour. Will you let me know when she is cleared?”

Scott smiled. “Of course.”

“Thank you,” she told him.

“Thank you!” Your excitement was real. “I appreciate it.”

“No problem,” he told you, staying put while you finished your breakfast.

When you were finished you headed for the living room with Yelena. Her friend arrived within in minutes. When she hit the doorbell, Scott wasn’t the only one heading to answer the door. Dyson was on his heels.

You looked to Yelena, but she didn’t react at all, just patiently waited. After a couple of minutes, the older woman carried her bag into the living room, smiling at you.

“What do we have planned ladies?” Dyson asked, bustling in after her.

“My friend Agnes is here to give Mrs. Rogers a manicure,” Yelena told him with a smile. “She’s been a little blue coupled up because of the snow. I thought it might cheer her up.”

Dyson watched Agnes’s gaze sweep over the room.

“The dining room might work better,” she told you.

“Of course,” you told her, rising to lead the way.

In a matter of minutes, you were seated at the table in your husband’s seat. Agnes to your right, setting out everything she would need while Yelena and Dyson watched from the side.

Dyson pulled a face at the many tools she pulled out. “Why do you need all that to do her nails? Looks like you’re going to torture her.”

Agnes laughed, her black curls bouncing. “You’ve never heard the phrase it hurts to be beautiful?”

Dyson scoffed. “She’s already beautiful. She doesn’t need fancy nails.”

Agnes’s grin was pure mischief. “Nothing like a good manipadi to cheer a girl up. She’ll feel good as new.”

He shook his head. “I’ve got no idea what you just said but as long as she’s happy, fine.” To you, he said, “Yell if you need anything.”

“I will,” you told him happily.

Your friend didn’t look entirely convinced but only because he didn’t understand. After moment, he wandered off leaving Scott to stay just outside the room.

And Agnes proceeded to give you a manicure, working with the efficiency of a skilled surgeon. You’d only ever had one manicure in New York on one of your last visits. You’d like how it looked.

And Agnes was certainly charming, chatting with you and Yelena both as if you’d known her all your life.

“Keep them shorter,” Yelena instructed, and Agnes nodded.

“Shorter?”

“You’ll see later,” Yelena told you.

When Scott’s phone chimed, he answered, walking up the hall.

Agnes stopped, looking you in the eye. “When was your last period?”

“I’m due in the next day or two,” you told her.

Her concerned gaze went to Yelena. “If there’s any chance she’s pregnant…”

“It’s a risk we’ll have to take,” Yelena said grimly.

“Are you sure?” Agnes asked you.

You hoped you weren’t pregnant. It was possible. Swallowing hard, you nodded.

Opening her coat, Yelena pulled out a covered medical needle. “Go.”

Agnes grabbed the collar of your cardigan, pulling it low enough to swab the area with alcohol and quickly administer the shot. It all went so fast, you barely felt the sting.

“Keep an eye on the injection site,” she said quickly. “Keep track of the date. The next one has to be administered in three months. Anything over 13 weeks puts you at risk.”

You nodded. “Thank you.”

A beat later, she was back at work on your nails and chatting with Yelena like nothing ever happened.

You tried to put it out of your mind, but your mind was spinning. Had you done the right thing? Preventing pregnancy without telling your husband? What if you were already pregnant? Would the injection hurt the child?

You had beautiful French tips, not too long, and your mind was still spinning as Yelena paid Agnes and you said your goodbyes.

“You look tired,” Yelena remarked. Before you could say anything to that, you noticed that Scott was back.

“I guess I am. Maybe I’ll take a nap.”

“I’ll walk you up,” Yelena told you.

When you reached your room, she followed you in, closing and locking the door.

“You got quiet,” she told you in a lowered voice. “Second thoughts?”

“Not really,” you admitted. “I’m not ready to start a family. But what if I’m already…”

Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out a small bit of plastic. A pregnancy test you realized. Quickly, she told you what to do since you’d never actually seen one before. You headed for the bathroom.

It was a long five minutes but there was only one line on the test when it was done.

Negative. It was a huge relief.

“Better?” she asked.

You nodded.

“Now that some of the pressure is off in that area of your life,” Yelena told you, wrapping the used test in tissues and shoving it into her pocket. “Let’s work on other aspects. Maybe you’re to stay here for your safety, but there’s a lot we can do with that time.”

Sinking onto the end of your bed, you asked, “Like what?”

“Where is your .22?” she asked.

Getting up, you headed to your closet. At the back of the walk-in, was an assortment of shoes arranged in plastic holders. Mostly ballet and pointe shoes, but there were other shoes you didn’t wear often. Water shoes, a pair you’d bought for running but ultimately found too narrow and uncomfortable.

From the back of the shoe bag, you pulled out a small bundle. You’d wrapped the small handgun and the cuff in satin garment bag. Yelena watched you from the entrance to the closet, shrugging.

“Not bad,” she told you. “Bring it to me.”

You did, carefully because it was loaded.

Yelena directed you to take a seat on your bed. “Let’s start with the basics.”

She showed you first how to release the clip, popping it out of the gun so it was no longer as dangerous. Then she made you demonstrate that you could drop the clip and reload the clip. Once you reloaded, she dropped the clip, sitting it next to you on the bed.

“Keep it unloaded,” she told you. “Like this. You also need to make sure you don’t have a round chambered.”

“What?”

As you understood it, there could be a bullet in the chamber, ready to fire, even with the clip out.

“Now, you will ensure the gun is in this state before you practice,” Yelena told you.

“Practice?” You were confused. “How am I going to practice when he doesn’t want me outside the house?”

“It’s not necessary to actually fire the gun with live ammo to practice,” she pointed out. “You should carry it around for a few minutes each day. Familiarize yourself with its weight. You can also practice aiming, using the sights.”

“Sights?”

For the next hour, Yelena went over so many things. The safety was easy enough to understand. The sights? That was explained too, how to use them to line up a target. When you held the gun up, Yelena corrected your stance, your grip.

“Bring the gun up to your eye, not your eye down to the gun,” she told you.

When she was satisfied that you could load and unload the gun, use the safety and the sights, she started explaining the ammunition. How many rounds, bullets, the clip held. To keep track of your shots to be on top of reloading.

When you passed her exam, and it was complicated, Yelena nodded. “Very good. You will practice each day. Make sure the door is locked when you do this.”

“Got it.”

“You’re a good student,” Yelena told you. “You’re not afraid of the gun and you follow instructions well.”

“I try,” you told her.

“If you will work hard,” she went on, “you’ll be every bit as good with gun as Scott or Clint.”

“Not you?” That had you grinning.

Yelena winked at you. “Maybe one day. You’ll come close.”

Laughing, you ensured the gun was unloaded, no bullet in the chamber, and wrapped it back up, restoring it to your hiding place.

“Take that nap now,” she told you. “I’ll come back for you for dinner.”

A nap sounded good. You thanked her and stretched out on the bed to do just that.

You didn’t think you’d been asleep for long when the pain woke you up. Cramps. Of course, your period hit right on time. Curling on your side, your mind spun, your hands sliding over your tummy. You’d always had really bad cramps.

Pulling yourself up, you headed for the bathroom to deal with that before you started to bleed through. Your head was hurting too. Just great. How was that going to go with Steve? Would he want to have sex anyway?

When you walked back out into the bedroom, Steve walked in, smiling to see you. As his gaze took you in, his smiled faded.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, shedding his suit coat, and dropping it out the end of the bed. He tipped up your chin with his fingers when he reached you, had you meeting his gaze. “You’re not feeling well?”

Here we go.

“I’m not,” you told him. “I’m sorry.”

“What is it?”

You really didn’t want to tell him that you had your period. You’d never talked about it with your father, nor any man. Too embarrassing. And knowing that you weren’t in the family way was bound to displease him, unrealistic as it was given how long you'd been married.

Guilt for temporarily taking that option off the table was just beneath the surface, had your hands shaking.

Concern crept into his expression then.

“Princess, what is it?” his tone was gentle. “You can tell me.”

No, you really couldn’t.

Easing you down to sit at the edge of the bed, he went to the bathroom. When he came back, he joined you on the bed.

“Is it your monthly?” he asked without preamble.

Probably found your supplies under the sink. Menstrual products were about the only thing you didn’t find in the bathroom that had been stocked for you when you moved into Steve’s room.

You dropped your head into your hands, your anxiety escalating.

Steve’s hand was gentle, stroking your back. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. It’s part of life… Is it bad?”

You nodded, feeling like a heel. “I’ve always had… bad cramps.”

Steve nodded, rose from the bed, and left the room. Did he mean to sleep elsewhere then? Did it bother him? You’d heard some men were squeamish about it.

But he was back in five minutes, undoing his tie as he walked back to you. What was he up to?

“Why don’t you get ready for bed?” he said calmly. “Get comfortable.”

Did he mean to have you anyway?

He went into the closet then and your heart lurched, wondering what he was looking for. He came back out with your favorite pink pajamas.

“Here.” Steve handed them to you. “Everything will be here by the time you’ve changed.”

Everything?

When you came out, Steve urged you to get in bed. He positioned pillows behind you to make you comfortable. When someone knocked, Dyson and Yelena walked in.

Perfect. Everyone knew about your period now. This wasn’t at all awkward. You just wished the bed would swallow you up…

Dyson had a heating pad, working at getting it plugged in. Yelena brought you a small medicine bottle.

“Pain relievers but very mild ones. No more than two at a time, three times a day.” Handing you two of the small white pills, she gave you the glass of water she carried so you could take them.

“Dinner’s almost done,” Dyson told you as you moved the heating pad over your tummy. "Should be able to eat it before those pills knock you out.”

“Thank you.” You were embarrassed but grateful. Your friends left then, as Steve joined you on the bed, staying dressed.

Dyson and Luca carried trays for your dinner and Steve’s. You thanked Luca who winked at you, pulling a bottle of beer from his apron.

“There,” he told you. “Will make those pills work faster. Just take it easy.”

You smiled at him. The beer sounded good. Steve’s expression wasn’t exactly approving.

Yelena followed them, carrying in a small stack of files, placing them on the end of bed for Steve.

“Thank you,” he told her.

Once they were gone, Steve turned on the TV, the news. You ate in silence, but it wasn’t entirely uncomfortable. Save for the guilt of what you’d done earlier. Could you keep that secret without guilt eating you alive? How long did you plan to keep it up? Would he figure it out?

Maybe you just needed to talk to him about it…

He finished before you did, putting the tray to the side, and taking up the stack of papers. “I need to do a couple of work things,” he explained. “Finish eating and then get some rest. I’ll be here if you need anything.”

Part of you felt like the biggest asshole in the world.

Another part of you, well, that part was surprised. Steve hadn’t been mad at you for not being pregnant. He was taking care of you which you really hadn’t expected.

When you finished your meal, he took the tray and moved it off the bed.

You stretched out, trying to get comfortable while Steve worked quietly next to you. The pills worked their magic, the beer did help, and the pain let up. They also pulled you into a deep sleep.

At some point, deep in the night, you woke up because of your bladder. It wasn’t a drill. Steve had curled around you, naked because that’s how he slept apparently, sound asleep. When you returned to bed, you gazed at him in the shadows. Your husband. He really was beautiful.

Easing back onto the bed, you could have laughed at the way his hand found you in sleep, pulling you firmly against him. It wasn’t so bad.

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