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Near Zero part 1.

pairing: cillian murphy as j. robert oppenheimer x fem!reader

summary: 2.8k words. Brought on as part of the Manhattan Project, your old physics professor sees you in a new light.

rating: eventually E (no smut in this part); age gap (10+ years), infidelity, period-typical sexism

a/n: Though based on real life characters, this is J. Robert Oppenheimer as played by Cillian Murphy, a fictional character. This is not intended to be historically accurate, merely written as entertainment. This is my first reader fic ever, so please be kind! Many thanks to @indulgence-be-thy-name for encouraging me and helping iron out wrinkled ideas.

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When you see him now, he’s so different to the last time, but he’s unmistakably the same man. Now, he wears a broad hat and carries a pipe as he approaches you in the empty room.

“I was wondering when you would show up,” he says, and his smile opens him up completely.

He extends a hand as you rise to meet him. Your things are being sorted thoroughly somewhere out back, but you still hold onto your coat and matching pocketbook. Los Alamos feels like another world, so remote that you hadn’t expected the town to be built here, with roads and people swarming. It is a living, breathing thing you’ve somehow managed to stumble into, it feels.

“Dr. Oppenheimer,” you reply, shaking his hand. “I didn’t know if you were meeting me.”

“Wouldn’t want to miss it,” he replies, though he sounds distracted. “What do you know?”

Hardly any pleasantries, which you expected. In the years of knowing him, Dr. Oppenheimer didn’t get to know you as your professor, and certainly not as anything else outside of the classroom. You had not subscribed to the Cult of Oppie, and not necessarily out of choice.

Though there were women studying theoretical and experimental physics, they were few and far between. Since leaving high school, you had understood that to be taken seriously, you could not act like a man. The few friends you had in high school often teased you about your lack of grace, your ability to be covered in chalk dust at any given time, and your unwavering standoffish nature.

You belong in a think tank, not on a podium proclaiming these theories. You could work in a team, which was why you supposed your name came up for this.

“My country needs me,” you reply.

He smiles again, somewhat smaller. His eyes survey you a beat longer and you swallow, picturing your hair windswept and unruly from the train journey. You might smell of sweat, you hadn’t showered since yesterday and came straight here when you let yourself known to security.

“And your country will be glad to have you. Have a seat.”

He gestures to a desk and chair, waiting for you to sit. The silence stretches and you feel his eyes on you. You’re wearing your best dress and your nails match your lipstick. Though you were given little context about being summoned here, it felt like a job interview from the telegram you received a few days ago.

The last time he saw you, you dressed like someone that didn’t care about making a good impression.

To stamp down any nerves, you pluck your cigarettes case from your pocketbook, fishing one out. A lit match appears as you put a cigarette between your lips, Dr. Oppenheimer’s hand cupping the flame as you lean in.

“Mm, thank you,” you murmur. You exhale, watching as he pulls back, extinguishing it with a short puff of air.

He stares down at the burnt-out match for a couple seconds before he looks back at you again, his brows furrowing.

“This opportunity means reaching beyond what we have before scientifically,” he says, and you take another pull from your cigarette.

You speak around your smoke. “This is to do with Nazi weapons, isn’t it.”

“They split the atom,” he replies, and you nod. “And since you’re here, it means you’ve been cleared to be part of our great endeavour.”

The ‘our’ would be ‘his’ to a lot of people. You know better, having seen the hundreds of people outside.

“I need like-minded people,” he says.

You rub the tip of your thumb and forefinger together absently, frowning. You were the first to admit that you had very little in your life besides your work, and that hadn’t been plentiful since war broke out. Belatedly, it occurs to you that he’s referring to your intelligence.

“What could I contribute? I wasn’t one of your best.”

“You were,” he amends, lowering his voice a little. “You just didn’t participate outside of a school building. You were invited.”

Your eyes swing to meet his and you recall that Oppie reputation, that he was a womanizer underneath the genius. It never meant to be aimed towards you, that charm. Or so you assumed.

“I’m not the type to enjoy crowds,” you reply. “It’s a character flaw of mine.”

You were speaking just like your parents, the ones that had not encouraged you to pursue academia. Being a homemaker, someone with a reliable husband was what they wanted for you.

“Would you have come, if I asked you to, personally?” he asks.

His question throws you, and you stammer out: “N-now, or back then?”

“I asked for you both times,” he says.

For the first time, you blush. Hoping he ignores this, you smoke some more to clear your head. You had almost forgotten about his ability to make you flustered.

“If you asked me to come to a class party personally, I would have said yes,” you admit.

You dare to glance his way again, stomach flipping. So much for being a more polished version of yourself, you’re back to being mousey and strange under those intense eyes.

“That’s a pity,” he murmurs. “But I’m glad you’re here now.”

In the days and weeks to follow, it’s quickly made clear that there’s no leaving Los Alamos. Your residence is between a series of identical houses. The house itself is barely larger than your living quarters you remember from college. A cramped bedroom, a washroom, and a kitchenette. Nowhere to entertain to speak of, but it was still a privilege to have your own space. Your neighbors to your left are a young family of three, and to your right, there are two secretaries related to fellow scientists.

You keep to yourself. You opt for a long letter to your parents explaining very little about the new role here. You’re certain your letters are read by someone along the way for obvious reasons, and explaining it all tires you anyway.

Being a part of something as insular as this takes some adjusting to say the least. There is no escaping without being noticed, as there are guards all over. You overhear town gossip without meaning to; the tiny bubble you circle over and over is both thrilling and stifling. Everything feels pressurized in those first couple days in your new home especially. You sit on your new bed with your hands in your lap, cigarette perpetually lit in times like these.

You leave early the morning you’re expected in the department, unable to delay the inevitable any longer. You’re not the only one with this drive, walking into the main laboratory (a wide room with desks in rows with a blackboard at the back) to find several men already seated, chatting with one another.

You pause, waiting as their attention diverts to you. You recognize a few of them from professional acquaintance, whereas others you’ve only known by reputation. The air shifts, and you feel very out of place.

“Good morning,” you say, voice soft, controlled.

You wish to be invisible, which was why your clothes were far demurer than what you arrived in earlier that week. Admittedly, you did agonize over your hair for perhaps longer than necessary, but you’re glad you haven’t done childish braids or nothing at all. There’s a fine line to tread with these men; being attractive but not ostentatious is usually the aim. From what you’ve learned over the years, not caring about your appearance tends to backfire in terms of being taken seriously.

You don’t agree with any of this, of course. No-one should be judged on their appearance in terms of their intelligence or whether they’re worth listening to. Unfortunately, this is just the game you must play, especially in academia.

Your eyes catch various reactions, some eyes lighting up with recognition, others perplexed. Some might not have seen you in years and don’t remember you at all, which is fair. You never strove to be known; your work is what mattered.

A couple men come forward to shake your hand, pleased to see you. You ignore the way a few pairs of eyes dip to your exposed ankles. You’re scanned and assessed, and whether you’re found wanting is forgotten, for you feel the touch of someone’s hand on your arm and turn your head towards the source.

“Oppie. Back in one piece!” someone calls out.

You stare at the side of Dr. Oppenheimer’s face, your arm burning from where he touched you to slip past. Had he been that close behind you on your way there? You don’t think you could have missed him, though you were preoccupied with your thoughts.

“Yes. Well rested and ready to get back to work,” he replies, striding towards the front.

He doesn’t look your way, doesn’t acknowledge you in the slightest, which is fine. It’s not out of the ordinary, and so you sit down on the edge of the group, ankles together under your desk.

“Oppie the Rancher, I don’t see it.”

You can. His hat reminds you of a frontiersman. You can picture him staring out across the desert on his horse, reins in hand.

“A night under the stars can do wonders for your mind, Richard,” Oppenheimer retorts, pointing with his pipe. “You should try it sometime.”

The men banter and you sink into your observer role with ease. At least they’re not acting that differently with a woman present. As more people fill the room, you relax into your chair with your notebook and pen at the ready.

You stand as Dr. Bethe enters, shaking his hand. You will report to him, the head of the theoretical division. Once he takes a seat, the noise dissipates, and Oppenheimer launches into the meeting.

You will have to play catch-up for some time, but it’s not altogether intimidating. You know you can dedicate all your time to this, since you have no family staying here.

Days are spent with your head full of equations. You drink cups of drip coffee over and over, and ashtrays are filled and emptied. You are among a team of theorists assigned to a specific task by Bethe, whose own intellect is dedicated to your cause.

The goal is to solve the issue of nitrogen fusing into magnesium, or, to understand the probability of the nitrogen atoms fusing. There isn’t data on this, and so you must calculate for this occurring every time a fission bomb would detonate. Every time, there is a chance that the bomb would cause a chain reaction.

You write out the calculations like everyone else, and each conclusion is the same. There is a chance that the atmosphere itself may ignite.

Everyone else begs for rest, but your mind won’t give you relief. You chain smoke, standing in front of the blackboard with your chalk aloft, as the world darkens around you. You ignore your rumbling stomach, finishing the calculation again with a short sigh. Stepping back, you hear:

“What are you doing here?”

You turn your head to see Oppenheimer standing by the doorway, lips parting at the sight of your face, his hat in his hand. He walks over, glancing at the board behind you.

“It’s the same,” he says, eyes darting left to right.

“I’ve done this ten times,” you murmur. “Theory always leaves near zero chance of catastrophe.”

“Near zero,” he repeats, pulling in a breath. “Yes, I know.”

The weight of this is as much a reality to you as a theory, since this isn’t a classroom back in California, but a laboratory equipped with hundreds of scientific minds all working to build the same weapon. There are marbles representing very real plutonium in the fishbowl six feet away from you.

“I don’t wish to be an alarmist,” you add.

He looks at you again, eyes dipping to your mouth, and you feel a stir beneath your navel. To your surprise, he gives a small smile, but it’s not condescending. You’ve seen him give those out plenty before but have yet to receive one yourself.

“Your fears are valid, though not entirely necessary,” he murmurs. “I just got back from Michigan. I left in a panic about theory. But theory can only take you so far.”

You recall not seeing him for a couple days, though you are prone to missing others when you’re stuck in your own head. Oppenheimer is the exception, always.

He moves to lean against the desk beside you and you follow him, perching yourself at the edge as he looks down at his hat.

“I needed to speak to Compton about the potential chain reaction, of course there’s no possibility of speaking about it on the telephone-”

“So, you took a train all the way to see him?” you ask, and he nods. “But now you seem calm.”

“Not calm,” he says, though his voice is level. “More understanding that there’s a 3-in-a-million chance of total apocalypse.”

Those chances, though conceptually low, are not non-existent. You watch as he glances up at you once more, the air leaving the room. His eyes implore you.

“Near zero.”

“Near zero,” he echoes, his voice a near whisper. He places his hat back on his head.

You push off the desk and pick up the eraser, beginning to wipe the board clean of your calculations. When you finish, you look over at him again, frowning.

“If you’re more understanding, why are you here?”

It’s possible he didn’t go home because he needed to work this all out, like you. He keeps staring back at you, intimidating you as always, causing heat to rise at the back of your neck. In the low light, you hope it’s undetectable.

“The light was on. I saw you through the window.”

You swallow, ducking your head. “Oh.”

You place the eraser back on the ledge, and the space between you seems to shrink though neither of you move. You might be imagining the way he takes you in. He’s the director, and he has valid concerns for his staff.

But you’re no fool. His gaze is too familiar, especially when he nods at you, saying:

“Grab your things. I’ll work you out.”

You obey, following him out, switching off the light along the way. As you walk together down the halls, your footsteps echoing, you smell him beside you. He is tobacco, and body odour. Nothing sharp or unpleasant, but intimate, a semi-sweet musk. You smell the dust on his jacket and think of him sitting astride his horse with that thousand-yard stare.

You exit the building with nods to the guards, bringing you back to the present. You don’t want to leave him there in the street, but his residence is nowhere near yours as far as you know. You think of his wife, not for the first time, and wonder what he tells her about what they’re doing here.

“I’m this way,” you murmur.

Oppenheimer doesn’t respond how you expect, walking beside you for a few minutes instead of leaving you to find your way home alone. The silence between you in companionable, not strained, which feels like a miracle to you. From memory, he has never been someone you had a poor encounter with. It feels like a fluke, but statistically, it makes sense.

Your head still reels with equations, probabilities, and dire consequences. The chances of sleeping are so low, but you still wish him goodnight when you arrive at your residence.

There are people in the street, some glancing your way, seeing him and wave. He lifts a hand but doesn’t greet them further. He waits, watching you try to figure out how to leave him.

“Try to sleep.”

“I don’t know how likely that is,” you admit, turning back to him.

His hands are on his hips, and he smiles knowingly.

“I need you sharp tomorrow.”

You stand so close to one another now that his voice is low, the intimacy of the moment spreading over you.

“You’re no longer Sisyphus, you can rest.”

You think about pointing out the hypocrisy of this. You doubt he finds it easy to sleep at night, under the stars or otherwise.

“I think it’s more like the incy wincy spider,” you say, emboldened by his proximity to you. “Not quite as tragic.”

He chuckles and you smile back at him. He steps back, nodding a little. “Have a good night.”

He waits for you to go to your door, and you open it, glancing back at him for a moment. His smile returns, an understanding shade to his eyes.

“Remember the sun comes out again,” he calls.

He takes off, and you shut the front door behind you, leaning your forehead against it as you exhale.

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queenshelby · 9 months

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Chemical Reactions (P. 13)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy as J Robert Oppenheimer x Student Reader

Warning: Age-Gap, Infidelity, Smut

Words: 4,566

Note: The fic is spoiler free and my own fantasy and imagination. It is not historically and scientifically accurate.

Previous Parts: 1; 2; 3; 4; 5; 6; 7; 8; 9; 10; 11; 12

Two weeks later…

With some delay and following further investigations into your past and present, you finally arrived at Los Alamos and were shown around the civilian quarters by Officer Nichols.

Officer Nichols had been told to keep an eye on you, and when he made some remarks again about your integrity and relationship with Dr. Oppenheimer, you felt as though you were being singled out.

This, of course, did not surprise you as, at least for now, no one in the department believed that you were here on merit, and you knew that you had to make sure that, soon, you would be known for your work and intellect rather than the fact that you were sleeping with the man who oversaw the project.

Just like Robert Oppenheimer, you had a brilliant mind, and even your lecturers at Harvard, some of whom were here now, concurred with this.

According to Robert Serber, for example, there was a good reason Robert wanted you in Los Alamos, which was your good understanding of how atoms work. You were young and had an open mind for new-age physics. You had a belief that had not been tainted by the old teachings that were no longer relevant, and, most importantly, you had a great desire to progress in your career. You only learned from the best in the field, including Hans Bethe and Robert Oppenheimer himself, and this made you who you were.

As such, you were welcomed by most scientists in your field, and you, indeed, were not the only student working on the project. There were three of you now, and you all were once students of Robert Oppenheimer or Hans Bethe.

Since most scientists on the project were men, however, you almost ended up in the communications room by mistake, as Officer Nichols pointed out that, realistically, you had no place here. Physics was still a male-dominated field, and you quickly realized that even the living quarters assigned to all the female workers were rather primitive.

Like all the other single women, you were assigned to live at T-101, a civilian women’s dormitory that housed women civilians or non-military staff working for the Manhattan Project.

The dormitory was outside the designated project area, as were all of the scientist’s lodges of those scientists who arrived at Los Alamos with their families or who were well known and more important than you.

This, of course, included Robert, who had a large house located about three hundred meters from T-101 and, according to Lilli Horing, another female scientist you met during your first hour at Los Alamos, he and some of the other scientists occasionally hosted dinner parties, to which one was lucky to be invited.

“I don’t see Dr. Oppenheimer as a cook,” you joked, seeing that Lilli already knew that, before being assigned to this project, you had studied under Robert Oppenheimer himself and therefore had built a professional relationship with him.

“Of course, he doesn’t cook himself. There is staff here who cooks for everyone, and food is catered to the lodgings. That is, of course, unless the wives of these great minds are around. They seem to be bored here and cook and bake all day. I couldn’t imagine anything worse,” your newfound friend said with great amusement.

“Neither could I,” you told Lilli before she took you around T-101 and showed you to your room and the adjacent facilities.

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Unlike many other women in T-101, you and Lilli each had your room with a bathroom you shared. Your space was set out primitively, and you were glad you took some books with you, although you had nowhere to put them.

In your room, there was a small bed and a small desk. You had army blankets, sheets, towels, and washcloths, all of which had the words “USED” written on them, making you chuckle.

“It stands for United States Engineer Detachment,” Lillie luckily informed you, and, no doubt, you would soon all have great jokes about your “used” linens.

“Now, we start to work at 9 o’clock, and you should probably report to your superior beforehand,” Lilli said before asking you who you were meant to report to.

“Doctor Oppenheimer,” you told her, causing her to laugh.

“No, I mean, who are you reporting to directly?” she chuckled.

“Dr. Oppenheimer,” you repeated before telling her you were assigned one of the plutonium research teams.

“You are a student, and get your team?” Lilli asked, surprised.

“Yeah, it is quite specific, however. We are only three people working on it, and I have done some research back at Harvard on a similar matter which I hope will come in handy now that my other professor has resigned from the project. Don’t ask me why it is relevant because Robert did not tell me, and I am sure I cannot tell you, but…’ you began to say, which is when Lilli interrupted.

“Robert?” she asked, surprised that you referred to Robert Oppenheimer by his first name. Only his wife Kitty called him that, whereas most older scientists called him Oppie, and the younger ones still used his full title as it was most polite.

“I meant Dr. Oppenheimer,” you corrected yourself before asking her where Robert’s office was so that you could report to him.

Ten minutes later…

Ten minutes later, after you cleared the project site’s security, you arrived at Robert’s office, which was centrally located between the laboratories and other buildings.

His secretary, Claire, let you into his office after confirming your name and position at the complex. Still, Robert did not notice you sneaking up on him as he was transfixed on one of the calculations presented to him by Hans Bethe.

“Good Morning, Doctor Oppenheimer,” you thus said while resting your hand on his shoulders, startling him, and, for a short moment, he even cursed before finally turning around to face you.

“You are here? Already?” Robert asked with surprise just as you smiled at him, caressed his face, and then attempted to kiss him, which he would not permit in his office.

“I missed you,” you told him nonetheless, and even though he missed you too, he could not help but chuckle.

“It has only been two weeks,” Robert told you, seeing that he had visited you in San Francisco two weeks ago.

“I know, but I am increasingly thirsty for your attention these days, so…” you began to say, causing Robert to pull you aside into a corner of his office that was, from the door, not visible to his secretary, he thought.

“You have no idea how much I have looked forward to this day,” Robert said without noticing that his secretary was looking through the small glass plate on the door to his office. “But we cannot do anything inappropriate here,” he told you, chuckling while now caressing your face.

“Why? Is this office bugged too?” you joked, seeing that this would not have been the first-time army officials were listening to you having sex.

“Not as far as I know, but my secretary can usually hear a pin drop, and you are not exactly quiet when it comes to our usual interactions. Despite, I have to get to work, and so do you,” Robert told you, trying to put you into your place, which is when you looked at your watch and shook your head.

“No, professor, we still have about twenty minutes before work hours commence, and I can guarantee that I will be working much more efficiently if my sexual needs are met,” you giggled, causing Robert to interrupt you.

“Fine. But you have to be quiet, and I have to be quick. Come on,” Robert told you before pulling you into another small room, being a side office of some sort, which was not quite as lovely as his own and belonged to one of the army officials who called in sick that day.

“Officer Kent, huh?” you asked as you found yourself inside this dingy, dodgy-looking office with the officer’s name written on the door.

“Well, he listened to us having sex in San Francisco, so it seems reasonable to use his desk now as a trade-off, wouldn’t you say?” Robert told you, and, at this moment, you were okay with that.

“Despite, I doubt that he would have planted listening devices into his own office, so maybe we have some privacy here,” Robert then joked, and you could no longer withstand it. You wanted him, even if he would immediately bend you over the desk without any foreplay.

“I suppose you could be right” You swallowed harshly just as Robert leaned against you, pressing you against the desk and kissing you again.

Your mouths were connected now. Your tongues were swirling, darting, and exploring each other while the kiss refused to end.

His hands were moving up your sides, gently pressing in against the swell of your breasts. At the same time, you dug your fingernails into his back and then grabbed hold of his neck, desperately pulling his face closer to you.

The smell of his cologne was intoxicating, and you were lost in a trance.

‘Come on, I want to taste you,’ Robert said after your lips drifted apart, and within a second, he lifted you onto the desk.

“You have been,” you pointed out, teasing and responding to his comment, but Robert laughed.

“You know exactly what I meant by that, and you also know that this is my favorite thing to do,” he said, placing a finger onto your soft lips before tracing the same finger over your body, slowly downwards.

Without bothering to undress you, he pushed your blouse beneath your breasts, massaging them and kissing them roughly before his hands slid beneath your skirt in haste, and he pulled down your panties.

‘So wet already, my love,’ he pointed out as he touched your naked mound. ‘Spread your legs for me,’ Robert ordered as he stepped back, and you complied with his request and watched on.

‘Okay, Robert. I am all yours,’ you said eagerly, waiting for him, with your breasts and mound exposed while he watched you contently before, with a smirk, approaching the desk again.

‘Spread your legs wider,’ he then demanded, and without thought, your legs parted some more, and his head disappeared in between them almost eagerly.

Without warning, his tongue immediately located the hood of your clit, causing you to scream out loud.

Your reaction made him smile as, with all of the anticipation, cold sweat beaded up on your brow.

‘You taste incredible as always,’ Robert groaned as his tongue kept swirling around your clit and then, occasionally, slid up and down in between your slit, lapping up your juices.

You flooded your channel as Robert almost sent you over the edge with his skilled tongue alone, and, at that moment, two of his fingers slid over your wet folds, slowly parting your well-lubricated lips and entering you.

‘Oh, Jesus, ’ you groaned as your flower opened and the invaders found their way to your g-spot.

He manipulated you, edging you slowly with his thrusting fingers and tongue. He had you on the brink, and you were about cum.

‘Robert! Fuck!’ you moaned again as chills ran up both your legs, and you trembled involuntarily. Your orgasm hit you immediately, fast, hard, and somewhat unexpectedly.

You came all around Robert’s fingers within five minutes, and while you were almost embarrassed by how quickly you came, he was rather pleased with himself.

‘I missed you and how needy you are for my touch,’ he observed as you finally came down from your high and gasped for air.

‘We will have much fun together here,’ Robert then said as you had finally recovered from your intense orgasm, following which he pulled you off the desk.

Then he stepped closer to you and immediately started undoing his belt buckle and opening his fly. With a smile on your face, you unzipped his fly. You grabbed the waistband of his pants and his briefs and began slowly tugging them down.

“I want to taste you now,” you said as, first, you saw his pubic hair, then the top of his cock, and as you pulled his briefs further down, his cock sprang forth in all its erect glory.

“There is no time for that now. We are running out of time, and I need to be inside of you,” he told you before pulling you off the desk and planting another kiss on your lips.

‘Now around and lean over the desk,” Robert instructed, and just after you complied with his request, he lifted your skirt.

“You get a better view than me. That’s not fair,” you teased, seeing that Robert could watch his cock disappear inside you repeatedly while all you could see was an empty chalkboard.

‘I do, and it is a pretty perfect view, actually,” Robert whispered as he slid his fingers between your thighs to rub your slit. You moaned loudly in response, ready and eager to feel him.

‘I cannot wait to fill you with my cum every day now, knowing that, when you are out working at the lab, you will still have it inside of you all day long’ he then groaned as his fingers slid back and forth gently in a teasing manner.

‘You know Robert, this could get very distractive for me,’ you told him while his eyes heated further as he gazed down at your wet slit, and his eyes devoured it as his hands grasped onto your thighs and slid upwards. His palms ran over your hips and circled back until he held your soft, round ass in his hands. With a light grunt, he squeezed it roughly with his fingers as his cock twitched between them.

‘I am certain that you will do just fine,’ he rasped thickly, and the thought of leaking his cum all day, every day, turned you on incredibly.

‘Hmm…Robert, ’ you moaned as his words seemed to break you from your daze as you looked over your shoulder. Your expression was that of someone who desperately needed to be fucked.

As your gazes met, he trailed one hand over your hip, sliding the tips of his fingers across your stomach. Tilting his head slightly, his hand slid low, and his palm brushed your mound before two fingers slid between your moist lips as he searched for your opening.

When he quickly found it and pushed inside of you, you reacted with a moan of approval. Your eyes widened, and your hands lifted to grip the desk before you to steady yourself as your entire body jerked.

He groaned at the feel of you. ‘You are so tight, fuck’ he told you thickly in amazement. His fingers pushed more profoundly, and you tensed further and cried out with lust.

‘Oh god,’ you moaned as his fingers explored your insides.

‘Shhhh, we don’t want anyone to hear us,’ Robert said as he slipped his fingers from you and raised his hand to drop them into your mouth.

‘Now, see how good you tase,’ he said, pulling them out and reaching for your hips to pull you closer. Once you were positioned where he wanted you, he leaned forward slightly.

Gripping his cock in one hand, he took hold of your hips with the other to hold you in place as he slid the head between your folds. It glided along your slippery gash until it reached your ass, then he slid it back toward your clit. He rubbed himself back and forth as your fingers dug into the desk.

‘I need you inside of me,’ you gasped with need.

‘That’s good because that is exactly where I want to be,’ Robert groaned before slipping his cock into your entrance.

Then, Robert gripped both of your hips in his hands and roughly pulled you against him as his shaft pushed deep inside of you while a long moan escaped him.

‘God, you're so tight still,’ he breathed again as you moaned loudly.

Slipping out slightly, he rocketed into you again, barely noticing your wince of pleasure as you moaned against his palm, which had now come up to your mouth to stifle your moans.

‘Fuck’ he breathed, loving the feel of your clenched walls around him, and when you were filled to the hilt, he let out a roar of pleasure as you cried out just as his hand had trailed away from your face.

Pausing only a moment to enjoy how it felt, he leaned over you and clamped his fingers over your mouth again as he roughly began to fuck you from behind.

You moaned into the palm of his hand as his cock slammed into you repeatedly as his breathing grew labored.

Burying his face against your neck, he slid his other hand between you to grip one of your breasts and massaged the soft skin before pinching your nipple. The action made your muffled cries of pleasure grow louder. The sounds only enhanced him, and he moaned against your ear as he plowed into you.

‘Do you like having me inside of you like this?’ he asked in a pant.

‘Yes, Robert. Fuck’ you moaned as he began to ram into you hard. Then he paused, then swirled his hips in a small circle.

‘Good,’ he groaned as a shudder rocked through him, and he began to viciously pound between your legs again, causing you to almost scream against his palm.

His lips parted against your neck as his body moved on top of you. He emphasized each thrust he made with his hips by grunting softly while uttering words of encouragement into your ear.

‘That's right,’ he panted. ‘Spread your legs wide for me,’ he groaned as he looked down between you.

When he saw his cock pushing between your folds, forcing its way in, he let out another low-pitched groan and stilled with only the tip inside you. Gazing down at it hypnotically, he slid in fast, then slowly pulled out until only the head was buried. Pushing forward slowly, he felt your hotly clutching around him, grasping at his shaft.

‘Oh my god…’ you moaned as he continued thrusting into you, and you knew you were close.

Lifting his head and straightening his back, he plunged into you hard and looked down at you. Your back was arched slightly, and you continued to moan loudly into his palm until you suddenly began to shiver.

‘That’s it, cum for me,’ Robert groaned as you came hard and fast and began twisting his hips as he went in and out of you.

After you came, he released your mouth and gripped it onto the sides of your waist. Losing himself, he began thrusting into you relentlessly until, finally, he came as well with a loud groan.

Hot spurts of cum jetted from his body deeply into yours, and as it flowed out of him, he stiffened and pressed himself as deep as he could get, pressing tight against your cervix. His entire body shuddered, and when it ended, he was still. His fingers eased away from your hips, and he pulled out, making some of his cum leak out of you almost immediately and thereby giving you a sensational feeling until, suddenly, you were interrupted by Robert’s secretary.

“Dr. Oppenheimer, there is a problem at the testing side,” she said while looking at you with disgust as you quickly collected your panties from the floor, and while she did not see what exactly you were doing, it was obvious to her.

“At this hour?” Robert asked before excusing himself to deal with the situation on hand, which, unbeknownst to you then, would change history forever. The techniques currently used by the team did not work, and you were one of the scientists brought to Los Alamos to fix it.

You mentioned it to Robert in the past when talking about stars, and this conversation with you on dark matter gave him ideas that he is now out to implement.

“Actually, Y/N, I want you to come with me and look at the problem. Maybe we can find a solution together,” he thus said, turning around and then reaching for your hand, which was a gesture that both surprised and confused you and his secretary who, when you left to follow Robert, made contact with Kitty.

“Do you remember the student you enquired about a while ago?” she asked Robert’s wife after she had picked up the phone, currently residing in San Francisco.

“Y/N Y/LN? From Robert’s department at Berkley?” Kitty ought to clarify.

“Yes. Her. She is here, at Los Alamos, working for your husband. I thought that you should know,” she told her, which, of course, gave Kitty something to think about.

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kellykidd · 9 days

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Baby Severide - Chapter 9: Date Night

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Pairing: Kelly Severide x reader

Summary: You and Kelly go on your first date night after becoming parents

Words: 1569

Warnings: implied smut, doctors, mentions of sex, mention of siblings, hockey

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"So I'm cleared?" You asked, sitting up on the table.

"Yes Mrs Severide, you may now return to full workouts, sexual activity and carrying more than 20 pounds. Take it slow, if anything is painful or feels out of the ordinary, please give us a call," Dr Calhoun replied, "how does that make you feel? Mentally?"

"Honestly, a little nervous."

"Why?"

"What if something happens?"

"From everything that I have checked, there is no need for concern. If something happens, we're only a call away. If its after hours, head to Med and have them page me. If there's something wrong, and I don’t think there is, but if something happens, we will take care of it. There's no need to worry."

"Okay. So I'm really good to go?"

"Absolutely. My last word of advice because I've been doing this for a while and I now have two of my own, use a good lube or try it in the shower for the first few times. It makes all the difference."

You chuckled, "Thank you Doctor Calhoun, for eveything."

"If you ever decide to have more children or need a GYN, give me a call."

Dr Calhoun left the room and you collected yourself and Alexis to leave your final OB appointment for the foreseeable future.

After arriving back at your car, you placed Alexis' carseat in the base and called Kelly.

"Hey, how'd it go?" Kelly eagerly answered your call.

"Good, all cleared and good to go. You home from shift yet?"

"Just leaving 51. Meet you at home?”

"Sounds good, see you soon. Love you."

"Love you too."

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“Kelly, you here?" You heard rustling in the bedroom.

“Yeah, hold on.”

The rustling continued.

“What are you doing?” You laughed.

“Found it,” he exited your bedroom holding a box.

He followed you to the couch, a now sleeping baby nestled in the crook of your arm.

“Whatcha got there?”

“Katie sent us some stuff from New York for Alexis.”

“Katie working today? We should FaceTime her to open it.”

“How long has Alexis been asleep?”

“Almost an hour. I fed her before my appointment and she slept the whole time.”

“How lucky are we that she’s a damn good sleeper?”

“So lucky.”

He looked at the unopened USPS box on the coffee table.

“So calling Katie?”

“Let’s do it, I’ll see if Alexis wakes up when I pick her up.”

You picked Alexis up as Kelly started the FaceTime call to his sister. Alexis awoke, but was her usual calm self as soon as she opened her eyes.

“Hi Alexis!!” Katie smiled as she answered the FaceTime call.

You took Alexis’ arm in your hand and gave Katie a little wave.

“We wanted to wait to open the package until we were with you, but I guess FaceTime will have to do,” Kelly laughed.

“Actually, let’s wait to do it until I’m there.”

“How long will that be?”

“About 30 seconds,” she giggled, knocking on your apartment door.

Kelly practically ran to open the door and hug her.

“How long has it been?” He chuckled.

“Too long,” she smiled, hugging him back.

You invited Katie in and spent the rest of the day hanging out and catching up, before finally opening the package. It was filled with NYC and Manhattan-related gifts along with a white envelope on the bottom.

“What’s in there?” You asked, curiously.

“Open it,” she smiled.

“Tickets to the Blackhawks game?” Kelly was giddy, he was so excited.

“They’re for tonight, I’ll babysit. You guys have fun,” Katie grinned.

“Katie, I- I- I don’t know what to say,” you started to tear up.

“Don’t say anything, I’m happy to do it. I’m gonna go check into my hotel and I’ll be back in time for you guys to get to the game.”

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“Kelly are you ready?” You called into the bedroom while bopping Alexis.

“Yup, I’ll be right there.”

He walked out of the bedroom with his Blackhawks jersey in hand, wearing one of those undershirts you couldn’t help but fall in love with.

“You gonna carry that at the game too?” You giggled.

“Don’t want Alexis to spit up on it. Put it on when we leave,” he laughed, taking your daughter from your arms.

“Katie will be here in like 30 minutes. I gotta curl my hair and do my makeup and get changed.”

“Already found something for you to wear,” he smirked, “it’s on the bed.”

You walked in to the bedroom to find your Jonathan Toews jersey and your favourite pair of jeans on the bed.

"How did you know?" you laughed.

"What can I say? I know you well, babe."

You changed quickly and fixed up your curls.

"Katie's here," Kelly called.

"Be right there."

Quickly, you threw on some mascara and lip gloss before going to the living room.

"You look good babe," Kelly smiled, handing Alexis off to Katie.

You leaned over and kissed him, feeling a little more like you wanted to stay in rather than go out.

"There's, uh, breast milk in the fridge, her schedule is on the counter. Um, Sylvie's number is on the fridge in case there's any, uh, problems," your mind distracted from the kiss, you couldn’t help but giggle.

"We'll be fine. You guys have fun," Katie smiled.

You gave Alexis a hug and a kiss on the cheek, "good night baby, mommy loves you so much."

"Good night Alexis, daddy loves you to the moon and back."

Watching Kelly love Alexis was something that made you fall in love with him more and more. Having a stable husband with whom you shared a child with was something you dreamt of since high school.

Kelly grabbed his jersey and followed you out the door.

Walking out of the United Center back to Kelly's car, you were exilerated, but exhasted. The Blackhawks had just snapped their 5 game losing streak, and won with a 4-0 shoutout. That was the perfect end to your first night out after becoming parents.

"How you feeling?" Kelly asked, "you up for Molly's or are you done for the night?"

You stopped at the car, leaning into Kelly for a kiss, "What about something else?" you smiled.

"You up for that? You just got cleared today," he asked, kissing your neck. He knew you wouldn't say anything unless you were ready.

"Bassinet is finally in Alexis' room. Seems like a great time to test things out again."

"You look so good tonight baby, we'll do whatever you want," he smiled as he went back in for another kiss.

The traffic home was a nightmare, but by the time you got to the apartment, you were ready for anything.

"We're home," you smiled, opening the apartment door.

Katie was asleep on the couch, but woke at the sound of your shoes coming through the door.

"How'd it go?" You asked, going to check the baby monitor.

"Been up every 3 hours since you guys left, but she just went down about a half hour ago if you guys want to get some sleep," she yawned, packing up her purse.

“You need a ride to the hotel?” Kelly asked.

“I have an uber a few minutes away, but thank you.”

“I have another day before I’m back on shift, wanna meet up and do something tomorrow?”

“That sounds great, I’ll text you guys when I’m ready for the day.”

You and Kelly both hugged Katie before seeing her out of the apartment. You watched her get on the elevator and then locked the door behind you as you entered the apartment.

“Shower or bed?” You laughed, pulling him closer for a kiss by the collar on his jersey.

“Whatever you want baby,” he chuckled, pulling your jersey off, “it’s your night.”

You grabbed Kelly by the hand and led him into the master en suite. The bathroom door clicked shut and Alexis started to cry.

“Shit,” you started to laugh, resting your head on his chest.

“I’ll get her, put her back down. I’ll met you in there in a few.”

Kelly left the bathroom for the nursery and you started the water. Throwing your clothes on the counter, your hand brushed by your scar. Healed up and mostly pain free, it was still a reminder of what had to be done to bring Alexis into the world. You stepped in the shower, wincing at the feel of the water being a tad too cold, and turned the temperature to more suit the steamy theme of the evening. Kelly returned, already having left his jersey in the other room.

“How’s the baby?” You asked.

“Good, pacifier fell out of her mouth.” He mindlessly undid his jeans and removed the tank covering his chest. He looked back towards the shower.

“Damn, you’re-“ he was almost breathless. The two of you had been intimate all throughout your pregnancy, but the morning sickness wasn’t as attractive as you naked in the shower.

“You gonna join me?” You didn’t have to ask twice, he was gonna obey the first time.

He finished undressing and practically leapt into the shower. With a flick of the wrist, he tipped your chin up to make eye contact with him. Backing you in the shower’s wall, he placed his other hand on the tile for support. He leaned in and the passionate kisses began shortly after.

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sebsgirl71479 · 1 year

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AngelEyes

Sebastian Stan x Curvy!Female Reader

A/N: I am finally writing the first story I ever had an idea for. This is loosely based on the ABBA song AngelEyes. If you have a chance to listen to the song, it's a song I grew up listening to and singing at the top of my lungs. And only recently when listening to it, it made me think of Sebastian and his beautiful blue eyes. Also this is a bit of a self indulgent story, also this story is sort of a therapy for me since the unexpected passing of my brother in late 2021 so i named the dr on this story after him in his memory.

Please reblog and comment. They make me happy.

Word Count: 14,434 This is my longest fic, i think if i kept going it might have been 30,000

Warnings:18+ no minors, fluff, slight angst, blowjob, smut, unprotected sex (wrap it up kids) medical terms.

It was a beautiful spring day in New York City and you decided to take a walk towards central park. You leave your hotel to head out onto the streets of the city. Feeling crappy about your life, and job you decided to take a month long break and finally take that trip to New York you have always wanted to take. You had been very frugal with your spending for the last 5 years and had a hefty savings to let you stay in New York for more than you thought.

So here you are, the middle of march and spring is just starting and it's beautiful you picked the perfect time of year. As you walked along the streets you found a cute coffee shop and got yourself a white chocolate mocha and a few chocolate croissants to take to the park. As you leave the shop you start down the street and notice it's a little less crowded than it was before but you think nothing of it. All of a sudden you hear a snap above you, you look up and there is a huge couch dangling from the side of the building.

Everything's in slow motion at this point. All of a sudden you hear a man say “LOOK OUT!” you turn your head and as soon as you just barely see his face he grabs you by the waist and pushes you out of the way as the couch nearly misses you both.

Your coffee goes everywhere and your pastries hit someone in the head. You both land on the sidewalk and he tries to cradle your head so as to not have you hit it too hard on the ground. But things go a little black, in the distance you hear a voice. “Hey, hey are you okay? Please wake up. Oh god please wake up.” The voice starts to be more clear and you start fluttering your eyes open. As your vision starts to clear you see a man on top of you with the most beautiful blue eyes you have ever seen. You reach your hand up to touch his cheek, and that's when he looks directly at you. He smiles at you with a heart stopping grin. “Oh my god you're awake how are you, are you okay? What's your name sweetheart?”

“You have the most beautiful blue eyes I have ever seen. Honey what happened, why are you on top of me?” The man looks at you puzzled. “Honey? What do you mean I have no idea who you are. I saved you from a couch from falling on you. My name is Sebastian. What is your name?” “Baby you know my name, it's y/n we’ve been together for 2 years.” as soon as those words come out of your mouth your eyes cross and black out again. While you are completely passed out Sebastian is frantically calling 911 to get you an ambulance to the hospital but with the way Manhattan traffic is it would take forever to get there. Then He remembered he has a driver just across the street so being as careful as he can be he carries you over to his awaiting car and lays you down on the backseat with your head laying in his lap for support.

“Mr.Stan, is everything okay what happened?” “Marcus I need you to get me to Mount Sinai hospital as fast as you can please this woman has a major concussion.” “Yes Sir, I'll do my best and just hold on.” Since you were on the west side of the park Sebastian's driver had to cross through central park to get you to the hospital. He's driving as fast as he can through the park on 86th st and once he clears the park he heads to madison ave straight to mount sinai hospital. He screeches to a halt in the emergency area and goes to open the backseat to help Sebastain with the unconscious woman. He carries her through the sliding glass doors and starts looking around for a nurse or doctor to help him. A nurse spots him from a distance and notices the limp woman in his arms and immediately runs in his direction to help him. “Sir, sir is she okay what happened?” “Oh thank goodness, her name is y/n and i pushed her out of the way before a couch dangling from a building fell on her. She spoke for a minute and then she just passed out again.” “Alright sir what is your name and we can get her taken care of?” “My name is Sebastian, please you have to help her!” “We will do our best. I NEED A GURNEY OVER HERE NOW!”

A few seconds later 2 orderlies came by with a gurney and Sebastian laid her on the bed and followed her to an exam room behind a curtain. He stood in the corner of the room while the nurses started an IV on you and were telling orderlies to get a CT scan for you. A doctor came in and was being brought up to speed on what they were doing. All Sebastian could do was watch as this beautiful woman who he saved was being poked and moved around to make sure she was alright and would wake up. “Sir Im Dr Roberts, I’ll be taking care of your girlfriend from here on out. We will be taking her down the hall for a CT scan to make sure there isn't any brain damage then we will be taking her up to a room for recovery pending the results. Do you have any questions for me?” He was just staring at y/n almost completely zoned out. He just shook his head no and didn't correct the Dr when he called her his girlfriend.

As soon as they wheeled her out of the room, he came out of his reverie and took his phone out and called his driver. “Marcus don't wait around for me, go ahead and drive off and I will call you when I am done here. Have a good rest of your day and thank you for being so quick with getting to the hospital.” “You are welcome Mr Stan, I will be waiting for your call. I hope the young woman comes out of this okay.” “Thank you very much Marcus goodbye.” He put his phone back in his pocket and then a nurse came up to him at that moment. “Sir we will be bringing her to a room upstairs while we wait for the results of the CT scan.” “Okay, thank you very much. Um, is there anywhere I can get some coffee?” “Yes of course there is a coffee cart we will be passing by. I'll wait while you grab something then take you up.”

After grabbing his coffee he was led to your room, you werent there yet so he waited on the couch in the corner of the room. He was wracked with nerves waiting for them to bring you. He didn't know what to make of this situation. One minute he’s getting out of his car to head to lunch, the next he’s saving the life of a woman he barely had a conversation with. And then there's the part where you think we are a couple. He does know one thing, you are absolutely beautiful and he wants to get to know you better when this is all over. A few moments later the door opens and they are wheeling you into the room. Sebastian stands up and waits for them to settle you in the room and makes sure all your wires and IV’s are hooked up properly. Once everything is done the nurse turns to him, gives him a nod and smile and leaves the room. Sebastian is hesitant to approach you but he finally brings a chair from the side and drags it over to the side of your bed. He looks at your face, all peaceful and angelic. Your breathing is steady which is a good sign and your heart monitor is at a good rhythm. He then looks at your hand laying beside you and decides to hold it in his hand.

“I don't know what to say in this situation. This is all new to me, well I did tell you my name is Sebastain and apparently you and the hospital staff think we are a couple.” He laughs a little bit and shakes his head in disbelief. “Not that i wouldn't mind you seem like a sweet woman and you sure are beautiful and if it wasn't for this mess you're in i’d really like to get to know you better maybe ask you out on a date.” Just then he feels your hand twitch, and he looks at your face. Your hand then squeezes his and your eyes start to flutter open slowly. You groan a little bit with how bright the room is and then you begin to speak. “Hmmm too bright, someone lower the lights please.” Sebastian reaches over the side and dims the lights in the room. “Is that better sweetheart?” “Mmmm much better thank you.” Just then you look over to the man's voice and smile. You lift your hand up to his face and just hold it. “There's those beautiful angel eyes I fell in love with.” Sebastian then smiles and dips his head down in slight embarrassment.

“Honey, what am I doing in the hospital, what happened?” “Well sweetheart you were almost squashed by a couch that was falling from the side of a building but I got you out of the way in time.” Your eyes go cartoon wide listening to what Sebastian is telling you. “Oh my gosh baby are you okay, you weren't hurt were you?” Sebastian was absolutely loving you calling him all these pet names he was blushing a little bit. “No, I'm completely fine.” You just stare at each other for a while just taking in the others features like the other person will somehow vanish and commit it to memory. You hear a knock on the door and your doctor enters the room. “Hello y/n how are you doing? My name is Dr Roberts and you’ll be under my care while you are here. You gave us a bit of a scare there for a bit including this guy here, he was a wreck.” “I feel okay doctor, when can I go home?” “Well thats why im here we have the results of your CT scan and there was a little something that..” Just then Sebastain sits up and rushes to the doctor and asks him to speak outside the room. You look concerned for what's happening. “Sebastian is everything alright?” “Yes sweetheart, I just want to talk to the doctor for a minute before he gives you the results. Everything will be fine, okay just sit tight I’ll be right back.” With a smile and a nod of your head Sebastian and Dr Roberts exit the room.

“Okay doc here’s what's happening. This Is the first time I have met this woman and I believe she has amnesia. She thinks I'm her boyfriend of 2 years as she says and I don't want to traumatize her right now.” “Well that does explain the small abnormality I saw in her scans. Thank you for telling me this. I completely agree with you on this situation. Wait a moment, you're Sebastain Stan aren't you?” “Yes I am and now you understand that this situation just got complicated.” “Okay Mr Stan i know this will be a bit difficult especially considering who you are but you will have to keep pretending to be her boyfriend. Do you think you will be able to do that until her amnesia has faded?” “Dr Roberts I'm going to do my best, I'm just lucky I have a lull in film projects and I can try and devote my time for her recovery.”

Sebastian and the doctor shake hands and return to your room. The whole time they are outside in the hall you are a ball of nerves, wondering what they are talking about that Sebastian had to tell the doctor. When the door opened revealing Sebastian and the doctor you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. He comes over to your bedside and immediately holds your hand to reassure you things are good. “Y/N sorry to concern you but i was just telling your partner here that we did find some swelling in your brain but nothing some rest won't cure.” “Oh thank you so much Dr Roberts. So when I can go home, I really just want my own bed with my boyfriend by my side.” Sebastian then looks at you with a bashful smile and a slight blush on his cheeks. “We just want to keep you overnight for observation and you can be discharged late tomorrow morning.” With a big smile and a thank you to the doctor he takes his leave. Just then Sebastian gets an idea and turns to y/n. “Sweetheart, where's your purse? I want to make sure you didn't lose anything when I pushed you out of the way today?” “I’m not sure, oh look it's at the end of my bed in that plastic bag.” “Alright, while I do this, why don't you get some rest, your eyes look like you're about to fall asleep.” “You’re right baby, I am a little tired.” And just like that you were out like a light.

He hates to do this but he goes through your purse to see if you live in the city or if you’re from out of town. And he gets his answer when he sees the key card to the hotel you are staying at. He steps out of the room and walks down the hall to the waiting room to make a phone call. “Hello?” “Hey Ethan, it's Sebastain. I have a huge favor to ask you and I will tell you everything else later but I need you to come see me at Mount Sinai hospital.” “Holy shit Sebastian are you okay what happened!?”

“Ethan i’m fine, look just come to the hospital I’m on the 5th floor I’ll meet you by the elevators.” “Alright buddy I’ll be there as fast as I can.” Sebastian lets a big breath into the ceiling and closes his eyes. He starts thinking to himself how he is going to pull this off. This woman thinks they are together but ‘I wouldn't be opposed to that’, he tells himself. Fifteen mins later he hears the ding of the elevators and rushes over to see if it's his friend and assistant Ethan. As he rounds the corner Ethan looks over to see Sebastian walking towards him.

“Uh thank god you made it, look I need you to take this hotel key card from the Lucerne Hotel. Head up to this room and gather all the luggage and clothing in the room if you need help, that's fine but I’d rather this be as discreet as possible. You have my personal credit card with you?” Ethan nods his head yes. “Okay good, after you have gotten all the belongings together go to the front desk and check that room out early and I’ll pay the fees.” “Sebastian, are you going to tell me what is going on?” He lets out a big breath and goes into what happened from when he pushed you out of the way to you thinking Sebastian is your boyfriend and the plan he has with the doctor. After a min or 2 of ethan processing all the information he starts to talk.

“Dude this is the craziest thing i have ever heard, and you’re okay with doing this? Pretending to be this woman's boyfriend until she gains her memory back? Sebastian I get that you’re a compassionate person but you can see how nuts this is right?”

“Yeah man i know but what else am I going to do? This gorgeous woman is lying in a hospital bed with no memory of her previous life and knowing the truth could hurt her.” Ethan has a small smile on his face when he hears Sebastian call you gorgeous. “Okay Seb I’ll do this for you but we will have to have a talk about this more tomorrow, okay?” He nods his head yes and passes the key card to his friend, and he is on his way to the hotel to gather all your belongings.

Sebastian heads back to your room as quietly as he can so as to not wake you. You had a long hard day and you needed your rest. He sits at your bedside just watching you sleep peacefully. He gently holds your hand, it gives him a bit of comfort to hold your hand gives him peace. He didn’t know how long he had been watching you sleep until his phone started buzzing in his pocket. It was Ethan calling him. “Hey buddy what's up, is everything packed up?” “Oh yeah Seb but she has 2 huge pieces of luggage and a few carry-on bags. I don't think she was here for just a weekend trip, it looked like a lot longer. So I went to the checkout counter to get everything settled and she paid for an entire month here.”

“Wow, that's a long time to stay in a hotel especially in New York.” “Yeah so i told the concierge to cancel the rest of her stay and to put any fees left on your card as you asked.” “Alright great, take all her things and go to my place and put it in my bedroom. I want it to look like she's been there all this time. I don't want anything to upset her.” “Okay want me to hang up her clothes and stuff?” “Yeah that's a good idea. Ugh thanks man I really appreciate this, i owe you some drinks soon.” “You got it Seb, we’ll talk later.” Sebastian hangs up the phone and it's at that moment that you wake up. “Hey y/n how are you feeling? Did you get a good rest?” “Yeah I feel a little better, but I'm really hungry. I could really go for some pasta and those chocolate chip cookies from Levain bakery, the ones with walnuts.” “I'm sure I can handle that, I just need to make a few phone calls.”

As Sebastian was in the corner of the room making his phone calls you were staring at his large frame. Even from the back he was so sexy, you felt so lucky to be his. You weren’t a thin woman by any means, you were what everyone called plus sized but you preferred curvy. You still had a slightly flat tummy but you had extra hips and thighs and a chest that wasn't too big but a good size. To see a man as beautiful and sexy as Sebastian you definitely thanked all and any god out there that he chose you. You have the biggest smile on your face when he is finally done on the phone. He turns around and sees you smile and it looks like the stress and tension of the day has lifted from his body. He walks over to you and you reach out your hand to him as he sits in the chair by your bed. You love touching his face and seeing his eyes sparkle that's why you call them angel eyes.

“You look happy, what's got you smiling so much?” “You, that’s what is making me happy. Thank you for choosing me and loving me.” Hearing your confession gave Sebastian a sense of calm but also guilt because he doesn't know how this is going to end when you get your memory back. He didn't want to think about that right now, he just wanted to be in the moment with you. Someone he hopes he gets to be with even when all of this craziness comes to an end, if you’ll have him. Another 30 mins passes and there is a soft knock at your door and a nurse comes in with two brown paper bags. One with your pasta from La Pecora Bianca and your favorite blue label bag with your cookies.

You start making grabby hands at the food before Sebastian can get them out of the bags. He just laughs at your eagerness, but understands you’ve had a big day and are starving. You both share the whipped ricotta with honey and toast and the bucatini pasta. You look at everything in front of you and you want a cookie but you have to eat your dinner first so you resist the dessert. Sebastian gives you a few pieces of toast with the ricotta and honey, and you moan at the taste. “Baby you know me so well this is one of my favorites thank you.” Sebastian is a bit surprised that he got your food choices correctly. Maybe there was something to this whole you having amnesia. “Well darling, we have been together for a while. There are times where I have to guess but I was sure to be right this time.”

He serves you up some of the pasta and you both eat in comfortable silence. All Sebastian can think at this moment is that it was fate that you both met this way. There had to be a reason some god out there sent you to him. After you finished your dinner you went to sleep for the night. That gave Sebastian the time to head out and go home to change into more comfortable clothing and take a shower. He didn't want to leave you but it gave him time to think things over in his life and this situation he is in. When he went into his closet to grab a shirt to wear he saw your clothing that Ethan had put there earlier in the day. It almost looked like it belonged there. He ran his finger over the clothing and imagined you being in his home forever. Sebastian has never felt this strongly for someone let alone a stranger he’s only known for less than 12 hours. He somehow had to really make you his for real.

After getting a few hours sleep at home, he woke up and stretched his arms out and at the feeling of the other side of the bed he got a little sad. He didn’t have anyone to wake up to, he hadn't for while now. Sebastian looked at his phone to check the time and it was a little after 5am. So he got up and decided to get dressed for the day. After going to the bathroom and brushing his teeth and hair, he put on a pair of dark wash blue jeans and black shirt. He grabbed his shoes from the front door and slipped them on and grabbed his keys and coat and headed out the door back to the hospital. By the time his uber got to the hospital it was almost 6am, perfect time to make sure she was still sleeping and hopefully get you ready to leave the hospital.

He greeted the night nurses still on shift from when he left last night and slowly entered your room. You were still asleep thank goodness, the only noise being your heart monitor and a movie playing on the tv in your room. Sebastian decided to sit at the couch in the corner and go through a few emails he hadn’t gotten to yesterday. You didn't wake up for another 45 mins after he got there. He heard you groan and got up from the couch to make sure you weren't in any pain. “Hey there sweetheart good morning. Are you okay, in any pain?” “Good morning baby. My head hurts a bit and for some reason my butt hurts too. Maybe it's the bed that is not comfy.” Sebastian just laughs at your butt comment and you start to laugh too. After a little bit a nurse comes in to bring you your breakfast and to check your IV’s and to check your vitals. When you were done with your breakfast Dr Roberts entered your room to get you started on your discharge and after care for when you leave.

“Well so far everything looks good, you just have the small headache which has subsided at the moment. I don't see any reason why you should head home now.” “Thank you so much Dr Roberts, I can't thank you enough for the care you and your staff have given me.” “Yes thank you very much doctor.” Sebastian and Dr Roberts share a look you don't notice. The nurse comes back in and starts taking out your IV and the connections to the heart monitor. After that was done Sebastian came over and helped you get out of the bed so you could get dressed. Your legs were a little shaky standing up but he steaded you before you could fall.

“I didn't know what clothes to bring you so you’ll have to wear what you had on yesterday if that's okay?” “That’s okay honey these will be fine until we get home. I can't wait to take a shower. I feel icky.” You start untying the back of your gown and Sebastian turns around to give you your privacy. He caught a glimpes of the swell of your breast before he turned. “Baby you've seen me naked before, why did you turn around?” “Oh I don't really know sweetheart, do you need help?” “Just need help with my jeans if that's okay.” “Sure I can do that.” Sebastian turns around and tries to keep his eyes on your face. That's not difficult, you are so beautiful. He takes the jeans from the bed and begins to kneel down in front of you. He takes your right foot and places it in one leg then grabs your left and does the same all while looking right in your eyes. Once he’s shimmied them halfway he asks you to stand up to bring them the rest of the way. The way he looks at you while trying to bring up the zipper and buttoning your jeans is so erotic he can't help himself that he wants to kiss you so badly.

Breathlessly you speak his name. He looks from your eyes to your lips so quickly you almost miss it. The tension in the room is thick. Sebastian can't take it anymore. He brings his right hand up to cup the side of your face and you relish in his touch. He bends down and gives you the most featherlight kiss, almost hesitant. You bring your hands up his chest and around to the back of his neck. You grab the hairs at the back of his head and he lets out a moan that makes him deepen the kiss. You slip your tongue in his mouth and at that moment he can't control himself. He slides his hands from your face and brings them down your arms and lightly grazes your breasts.

He then wraps his arms around your waist and brings you closer and holds on like you may leave him at any time. He can't control himself, he starts moving his hands down your back and grabs a handful of your ass, eliciting a soft moan that has him hard in an instant. He has to stop, it's getting hard to stop, he can't help it. Sebastian slowly breaks the kiss and places his forehead to yours. His breathing is erratic like he just ran a few miles. He has never had a kiss like that in his life, he definitely has to find a way to keep you in his life he can't let you go. “Where did that kiss come from, baby? I'm not complaining at all, it's just that it was incredible.” “I don't know but I guess knowing that you could have died yesterday just drove me to kiss you to let you know how much I love you.” Sebastain’s heart skipped a beat and his brain stopped functioning like the scratch of a record. He doesn't know what brought him to tell you that when he hardly knows you but at the same time it felt right. “I love you baby, but I'm right here, I'm alive because of you. I'm not going anywhere.”

You put your shoes on and as you're putting on your cardigan, your nurse comes in with the discharge papers for you to sign and a wheelchair to ride out of the hospital. As you’re signing all the paperwork Sebastian is calling Marcus to have him meet the both of you at the entrance of the hospital. You exit the hospital and take a deep breath and breathe in the spring air that you love so much well for New York anyway. You see a black suv in front and a man holding a door open. “Sweetheart this is Marcus, my driver, he's going to be taking us home.” “Good morning Mr Stan, miss. I hope you are feeling better today?” “I am, thank you.” Sebastian helps you from the wheelchair and into the back of the car. Once he has your seatbelt buckled he runs to the other side of the car and scoots over to the middle to pull you into his side. You rest your head on his shoulder as Marcus pulls out onto Madison Ave. You still have a bit of a lingering headache so the rocking of the car on the streets lulls you to sleep. It's a good half hour to get Sebastain’s apartment, even though you fell asleep you could still hear everything going on around you. Every so often you could hear Sebastain and Marcus talking but sort of muffled. Then you could hear Sebastain softly talking to you, telling you that everything will be alright and telling you how beautiful you were. You smiled internally with his reassurances. You felt the car lurch forward alerting you that you had finally stopped.

“Sweetheart we’re home.” With a sweet kiss to your head you sat up and gave him a kiss on the cheek as Marcus came over and opened the door for you. Sebastian unbuckled your seat belt and you took Marus’ hand to exit the car. You thank Marcus and Sebastain is already at your side to make sure you're steady on your legs before walking you into the building. In no time you are standing in front of his apartment door about to enter. “Okay, home sweet home angel. Where do you want to go in the living room or do you want to lay down on the bed?” Sebastian was trying to calm his heart if you said you wanted to lay on his bed. “I can sit in the living room for now if that's okay?” “Sure baby but anytime you want to lay down in bed just let me know.” He intertwines your hands together and you both feel that spark of something as he walks you over to the sofa.

“Do you want anything to drink or maybe a snack to eat?” “Can I just get a glass of ice water baby? That would be great, my mouth is still dry from sleeping so much.” “Anything for you.” He bends down and gives you a kiss on the forehead and heads into the kitchen to get your water. As he is doing that you look out the window and admire the New York skyline. Something in the back of your mind says that this seems very new and different but you put that away for another time. As you’re still looking out the window Sebastain can see you from the kitchen. He’s admiring you from a distance seeing how the sun's rays fall on your face so beautifully. He just stands there watching you for a few mins trying to figure out how he got lucky to meet you even though it was in an unconventional way. He walks over to you but you don’t notice, just staring out the window, not until you feel the sofa dip and then turn your head and give him a big smile.

“Has the view always been this beautiful?” “I never really noticed it until you came into my life.” Sebastian shocked himself with that response. He didn't know where that came from but that made you smile even bigger if that was even possible. After that kiss in the hospital he can't let you go. He’s never felt this intense about anyone ever. Bringing his hand up to the back of your neck and lightly rubbing the base of your neck you let out a small moan that has Sebastain bringing your face closer to him. You feel yourself moving closer to him and you open your eyes in time to see his lust blown eyes staring at you. Your breath hitches at the way he is looking at you. It's so intense you don't know if you can look away. His eyes flick to your lips as you poke your tongue out to wet your lips and that seals it for him. He crashed his lips to yours in a passionate kiss that has your toes curling. You bring your hands up to curl into his hair and he lowers his hands down your back at the same time and as if you two are in sync he grabs your ass as you tug on his hair and you both let out simultaneous moans.

In an instant Sebastian has you on your back gently lowering you down to make sure you don't hit your head on the arm of the sofa. It gets heated immediately and it's all teeth and tongue. Hands grabbing at anything just to feel each other. Sebastian lowers his hips between your legs as you spread them wide for him. He is rock hard now and starts grinding his cock into your clothed pussy, both so enraptured in one another. This goes on for a while, you bring your hands up underneath his shirt to touch his skin. He moves from your lips down your neck biting and sucking on your skin eliciting the most eriotic sounds coming from your mouth. “Oh god Sebastain.” “Y/N, you feel so good under me. I can't stop myself.” He comes back to your lips and tangles his tongue with yours searching for dominance. In his mind he just wants to rip all your clothes off and have you right here on the sofa, but he is having a really hard time stopping. While he's grinding down on you he is hitting your clit perfectly, getting you to your peak in no time.

“Sebastian, baby, I'm gonna cum don't stop!” “I don't plan on stopping anytime soon sweetheart.” He feels like a teenager dry humping his girlfriend but in reality you're really not his. After knowing how you are under him kissing and touching he won't let go. “Sebastian, look me in the eyes baby.” He brings his head up front he croke of your neck to look at you. He looks wrecked but so beautiful. “Come on angel eyes let go for me I'm right there.” With one last thrust of his hips he hit you in the right spot for the both of you and you came together. How did this almost feel better than actual sex? You look him in the eyes as you both come down from your highs, never looking away in fear of the other leaving. Something comes over Sebastian right then and there. An overwhelming need to say those 3 little words again to you. “Y/N I love you so much. I don't know who sent you to me but I'm so glad they did.” Sebastian was in a daze from the heavy makeout and teenage humping session. But he is not taking that back anytime soon. He gives you a small peck on the lips as he starts to get up from the couch. “I'm going to take a quick shower and change clothes. It'll be just 5-10 mins and then you can take that nice hot shower you wanted, Does that sound okay?” “Sure baby, I’ll be fine here while you're gone.”

Sebastain gives you a kiss on the forehead and heads into the bedroom to grab some fresh clothes and then enters the bathroom turning on the shower to get it going. He takes off his clothes and throws them in the hamper and then gets into the shower. He brings his head under the shower stream trying to calm his racing heart. His brain is telling him this is completely crazy to fall in love with someone he hardly knows and on top of that she has no memory of her previous life. But his heart, his heart is telling him to fall completely for this woman. Give her everything his heart and soul will offer. After a few mins of his brain and heart debating he grabs his body wash and starts washing the remnants of his cum from his body and quickly washes his hair. Once he's done rinsing off he turns off the shower and grabs a towel from the rack and wraps it around his waist after drying off.

He grabs his clothes from the counter slipping on his boxer briefs and dark gray sweat pants and black tank top. He picks up his brush and combs his wet hair back in a slicked back look. He comes back into the living room with you still looking out the window. “Sweetheart, the bathroom is all yours.” “Okay, I’ll probably be a little while.” You stand up from the couch and give him a hug before you head to the bedroom to grab your clothes. He smells so good you don't want to let go. “Don’t forget most of your clothes are in the closet and your underwear is in the top left drawer of the dresser.” You pull back from the hug and give him a kiss on the cheek and head to the room. You walk the short hallway and see the bedroom door ajar and enter. You look around like you’re trying to familiarize yourself with the room.

You go to the dresser and find your underwear and grab a cute pair of pink panties and go to the closet and see your clothes right next to Sebastian’s. You find your black biker shorts and look over to Sebastian’s side and decide to steal one of his shirts. You decided to take his soft pink hoodie sweater for yourself. With a little giggle you head over to the bathroom to take your much needed shower. You see all your face creams and makeup on the counter and graze your hand over them. Just seeing them warms your heart a bit. You turn on the shower as hot as you can stand and remove your clothes and toss them in the hamper by the shower. You get in and just relish in the feel of the hot water soothing your skin. You stand under the stream of water for a while before you reach for your shampoo and start cleaning the hospital smell and the reminisce of your organism from your body. You finally finish scrubbing your body with your sugar scrub and rinse off. You turn off the water and grab a towel and start drying off.

What you didn't know was that while you were taking your shower Sebastian was just outside the door listening to you hum while showering. He couldn't figure out if it was an actual song or something random. He got his answer when you sang the chorus to ' ‘We don't have to take our clothes off’. That's one of his favorite songs. Just as you turned off the shower he headed back into the living room and turned on the tv to look like he had been there the whole time.

You put your clothes on and then wrapped the towel around your head to exit the bathroom. When you get to the living room Sebastian is laying on the couch with his arm slung on the back and his right leg stretched out on the couch with his left leg dangling off the side. When you come into view he looks up from the tv and his breath hitches and his heart almost stops. You stand there in shorts he can barely see because of how long his sweater is covering it. You’re wearing his clothes and you look almost nervous of his reaction to it. “Oh my god, sweetheart is that my sweater?” “Yeah it felt so soft and smelled like you. I wanted to wear it. Is that okay?” He stands up and takes in your form. Walking slowly to you he stands just a foot away from you. He never let any of his former girlfriends wear his clothes but you look absolutely gorgeous in them. “Sweetheart, how does this look better on you than me?” With a bashful smile you dip your head down in slight embarrassment. Sebastian takes your chin in his hands and brings you back into view. “Don't be bashful baby, if you look this good in my sweater you can wear anything of mine.”

The rest of the day goes by in a flash with you both laying on the couch and watching tv. Sebastian orders Chinese for dinner and when you all are done it is time for bed. Sebastian was a little nervous but excited to share a bed with you.

After what happened today on the couch he had to remind himself to keep it PG tonight. You both get into bed and you reach over to turn off the lamp on your side of the bed and scoot over towards the middle to reach Sebastain. He gladly accepts you into his arms. You lay your head on his shoulder and wrap your arm around his torso. You trace little patterns on his chest as you start to fall asleep with his warmth and scent of bergamot and citrus. “If i didn't say it already, thank you for saving my life angel eyes I Love you.” And just like that you were fast asleep. Sebastian laid awake for a few more minutes staring at the ceiling. He had to keep you even after your memory came back. When his eyes start to become heavy with sleep he turns his head to look down at you snoring a little bit. “Goodnight y/n I love you.”

The first few days after you left the hospital have been great. The day after, Sebastain had to go out and have a business lunch with his assistant Ethan, but other than that he has been by your side to make sure your recovery from the accident went well. Sebastain has been very attentive and made sure you had whatever you needed. It's been a little over a week since you had your accident and you still have a lingering headache. You called Dr Roberts to make sure it was okay to still have these pains, and he reassured you that with the concussion you had it was normal. With that you had to keep taking ibuprofen for the headaches to ease them.

After being cooped up in the apartment for over a week you are starting to feel like a caged animal. So you think it's time to head out into the world and take in the city for a bit. “Sebastian, honey, do you think we can go outside today? I'm feeling a little claustrophobic and I think a little walk around the neighborhood would do us some good. What do you say?” He looks at you a little puzzled but starts to think quickly on his feet. “Sure sweetheart, do you just want to walk or do you have any destinations in mind?” “I just want to walk, and if anything catches my eye can we do that if it's okay with you?” “That would be good with me, I just need to make a quick call to Marcus and see if he's available in case you can't walk back to the apartment okay?” “Alright baby, I’ll just be in the bedroom getting ready.”

As you went to get ready, he shot off a text to Marcus and then made a quick call to Ethan. “Hey buddy how's it going with y/n is she remembering anything?” “No so far no change, look she wants to go out and take a walk around the neighborhood since she's been cooped up in the apartment since i brought her home from the hospital. I need to make sure we get no unexpected pictures taken of us. Please keep an eye out on any and all social media that may pop up with any pictures of us. I don't want her to worry about trying to escape paparazzi or some fans that may discover her. I know it's going to be hard but I want to shield her as much as possible.” “Yeah sure I can do that for you, I’ll even let you know if the paps are anywhere near the area to make sure you don't run into any of them” “You're the best man, okay I’ll talk to you later.”

Just as he hangs up the phone you leave the bedroom wearing a pair of cute galaxy leggings, a tank top with your black cardigan and your low top converse sneakers. Sebastian gives you a big smile and extends his hand to you to take. “You ready to go sweetheart, New York awaits?” “You’re such a goofball baby.” “Yeah but I’m your goofball.” You shake your head at his silliness and head out of the apartment. As you head out of the building you lift your head up to the sky and let the sun shine on your face like it's the first time seeing it. You let out a deep breath and look over at Sebastian. He takes your hand and you head down the sidewalk on your little walk.

You take it slow since you still have that lingering headache. You both walk in comfortable silence taking in your surroundings. As you're walking Sebastian notices a vendor selling flowers. You both walk up to check out what he has. You see a beautiful bunch of pink hydrangeas and you glide your fingers over the pedals. After admiring them for a bit you look at the rest of the flowers on display. Sebastian sees this and looks over at the vendor and points to the hydrangeas you were looking at and he grabs to bushels and he pays for them, while you are busy petting a cute golden retriever that came up with its owner. He finishes paying for the flowers when the dog finally leaves and you turn around to see Sebastian holding out the flowers you were admiring.

“I saw you looking at these and I thought these might make you smile.” “Oh Sebastain, they are beautiful, I love them.” With a bashful smile he takes your hand and you continue your walk. So far Sebastian hasn't gotten any messages from Ethan so that's a good sign. You make it around the block and you see the cutest thing on earth. Two little girls, they look to be around 8 or 9 selling lemonade and iced tea. “Oh Sebastain isn't that the sweetest thing ever? Let's go buy a drink from them?” He couldn't say no to you wanting to help out these two little girls. “Okay sweetheart, anything for you.” He gave you a quick kiss on the lips and you both headed towards the girls. You approached the girls asking them how much for a lemonade. They told you it was $1.50 per cup, so you asked them for 2 lemonades. As Sebastian took his wallet out the girls noticed he looked familiar and were whispering to each other. That's when one of them spoke up. “Excuse me sir, but aren't you Bucky Barnes?” When the little girl says that you look over at Sebastian who is now eye level with them with wide eyes. You would remember that your boyfriend was an actor. Why are you so shocked? “Yes I am sweetie.” He gives the girls each an autograph on a napkin they have and they hand him the cups. Just after paying for the drinks he puts a $50 bill in their tip jar and the girls squeal with excitement. Sebastian hands you your drink and you start walking back towards the apartment. With that information on your mind you ask him.

“Baby, you're an actor? How come I don't remember?” Sebastian thinks quickly on his feet with your question. “Angel, you know I'm an actor. It must be the headaches you’ve been having. Making you forget a few things.” “Yeah you’re probably right. I don't know why I forgot.” Letting out a short breath of relief you keep walking towards your building and back into the safety of the apartment. Sebastian checks his phone again after interacting with the two little fans and so far no unexpected postings about it or pictures. That walk was almost too easy for him to not have a spontaneous photo of him out in the city. You find a vase to put the hydrangeas in and then place them in the middle of the coffee table so you can always look at them.

Sebastian heads into the kitchen to start making dinner for the both of you. When you finish your meal you take the dishes from the table and start getting them rinsed to put them into the dishwasher. While you do that your mind starts to wonder and you think back to when you came home from the hospital and had your heavy makeout session on the couch. You think about it and you and Sebastain haven't had any sex since then which you think is a bit strange. You want to bring it up but don't want to upset him. After a bit of a debate in your head and putting the final dish in the washer you wash your hands and head into the bedroom where Sebastian is laying in bed reading a book.

You watch him from the doorway just taking him in. It's now or never you tell yourself. You go into the closet to change out of your clothes and just slip on an old band t-shirt to sleep in. As you exit the closet you see Sebastain follow you as you walk over to your side of the bed. You get under the covers and scoot over to lay your head on his chest. “Sebastian? How come we haven't had sex in the past week?” Sebastian stiffens a bit but you don't notice. “Well honey I wanted to make sure that you had recovered well enough before we did anything too strenuous. Especially with these pains you're getting I didn't want to make it worse.” “I understand that angel eyes but I’ve heard that sex is good for headaches.” With a little bit of a smile you look up at him with hooded eyes. Your hand begins to wander down his chest and you graze his abs and feel him clench his stomach. He drops his book to the floor and rolls over on top of you and brings his lips to yours in a passionate kiss. His brain is on autopilot, he’s wanted to have sex with you since that first day back home but has been too afraid to initiate.

You bring your hands up to his shoulders and around his neck. He has you caged in and you can feel his hard cock against your thigh, so you spread your legs wider to bring him closer to your core. Since you’re only wearing your t-shirt and panties Sebastian can feel how wet you are for him. Plus he isn't wearing any underwear under his sweats so he is getting harder with every feel of her pussy. Sebastian brings his left hand down your body squeezing your breast on his way to your soaked panties. “Oh god baby please take me. Make love to me please.” “Sweetheart, I'm gonna make you feel so good. I’ve been going crazy not being able to touch you like this.” You cradle his face in your hands to have him look you in the eyes. “I love you so much angel eyes, I’m yours baby.” “I love you too y/n. Please don't leave me? I can’t live without you.” Seeing the vulnerability and sincerity in his eyes almost makes you want to cry. You wonder where all this came from.

“I’ll never leave you baby. I’m right here, always.” With that confirmation Sebastian goes in for a bruising kiss at the same time rips your panites off and starts peeling off his sweats in a matter of seconds. He’s hungry for you. You can feel it in the kiss and the rush to get all offending clothing off. He nudges his still leaking cock to your clit that makes you let out the most sinful moan he’s ever heard. Feeling how wet you are he knows he doesn't have to prep you. Sebastian gives you one last peck on the lips as he starts entering your weeping pussy. As he enters your face contorts in a cross between pain and pleasure so he stops to make sure you're okay. “Sweetheart, are you okay, do you want me to stop?” “No, please don't stop, you feel so good Sebastian.” He starts moving forward and gets lost in the feel of you as he keeps moving. He has found his heaven inside you. Once he has entered you fully to the hilt he has to control his breathing to make sure he doesn't cum too soon.

You move your hips to let him know you’re ready. He starts off slow at first just relishing in the feel of your wet pussy. You bring your hands down his arms and around to his back scratching down his back until you reach his ass. He really likes that you grabbed his ass and started going faster with the feel of your hands holding him making him go harder. “Harder baby, I can take it, don't hold back.”

“Sweetheart you keep saying things like that i won't last much longer.” He takes his right arm and holds on to the headboard for leverage and starts hammering into you at a fast pace making you arch your back and bringing your breast towards his face. He takes the opportunity and wraps his mouth around one of your breasts and starts licking and suckling on them like he's trying to get milk out of you. You bring your hands onto his hair and start tugging and scratching at his scalp. He keeps up his fast pace, not wanting to stop anytime soon.

“Mmmmm Sebastian oh god baby i'm so close dont stop!” “I’m almost there too. Cum with me sweetheart. Come on, I can feel you squeezing me so tight.” His cock is hitting you just right just kissing your g-spot and the little hairs at his shaft are grazing your clit with the right pressure. “Yes, yes, yes right there baby don't stop oh im cumming!” “I’m right behind you angel, look at me when you cum, i want to see those beautiful eyes.” You flutter your eyes open and look into those beautiful gray-blue eyes. He brings his forehead to yours while still looking at you. After 2 more thrusts of his hips you’re falling over the edge as your orgasim crashes over you. You’re squeezing him so tight he can hardly move. His thrusts start getting erratic and all of a sudden he’s cumming inside you.

“Jesus christ baby, I cant stop cumming i can’t stop.” As he says this you are in your orgasmic haze trying to make this last as long as you can. He brings his mouth to your ear and starts praising you. Tell you how good you feel. “Oh shit there's so much cum baby. I don’t think I've cum this much ever.” “It's alright honey, you made me feel so good and hey I don't feel my headache anymore.” With a little giggle you hid your face in the crook of his neck from embarrassment. Sebastian joins you in your laughter as he lays his head on your chest. You start carding your hands through his hair as he keeps a hold of your body tight. He doesn't want to let go of this moment. He just had the most amazing sex with you and he doesn't want to lose you. Even after his cock has softened he stays inside you just loving your warmth never wanting to remove himself.

Sebastian starts dozing off with you rubbing his back and head so deliciously plus your warm wet pussy mixed with both your orgasims he’s in heaven. “I love you so much y/n. Please don't ever let go, I don't know what I would do if I didn't have you in my life.” You look down at him with tears in your eyes. You can feel his own tears on your chest. How can you ever leave this wonderful man? He has been so caring and wonderful. “Angel eyes look at me please?” Sebastian looks up from your chest putting his chin on top. You wipe his tears from his face and kiss his forehead, he’s really loving the little pet name you gave him. “Oh my sweet Sebastian, don’t cry. Please, you're breaking my heart with your words.”

“I’m sorry, I just… can't see my life without you in it and I feel like this is a dream and when I wake up you won’t be by my side.” You see the inner turmoil he is having and you just want to hold him to you for the rest of your life and take his pain and doubts away. “I have an idea, do you have a pen and a notepad in your nightstand?” “Yeah I think I do, why do you want it?” “Just grab it and I’ll tell you my plan.” Sebastian reluctantly removes himself from you and rolls over to his side of the bed and looks through his drawer. He finds a pen and blue post-it notes. He hands them over to you and you slowly get up and rest your back on the headboard.

“Okay here's my idea, I don't want you having any doubts about us so I'm going to write on this post-it something that you and i can look at everyday to reassure you I will always be here for you.” Sebastian rests his head on your shoulder as you write on the post-it. When you finish you show him what you wrote. ‘I, y/n always promise to love and cherish Sebastian for as long as he will let me. And I hope to smash any doubts he has with my love for him. I made this promise in March 2023.’ He takes the post-it and looks it over and gives you the biggest smile. You take it back and sign your name at the bottom and Sebastian signs it to verify it further. He places the post-it above the bed and kisses his fingers and places it on the paper and you do the same to seal the deal.

You wake up the next morning with no lingering headache at all, which makes you very happy at least you don't have to take any ibuprofen today. You stretch your sore limbs and notice Sebastian isn't in bed. You look at the clock to check the time and it's already 9am. You sit up and you hear music playing in the living room. You get up and head over to the dresser and put on a pair of underwear and slip on your t-shirt from the night before. As you walk down the hall towards the kitchen you hear Sebastian playing his 80’s music playlist. Walking further you see him standing at the stove making breakfast. He hasn't put a shirt on today and is only in his basketball shorts cooking. As you admire his impressive backside you walk over and snake your arms around his torso and lay your cheek to his shoulder blades. “Good morning handsome, what are you making today?” “I’m making french toast and bacon. Coffee is brewing right now so it will be ready soon. Why don't you grab some mugs for us while I finish up here?” Giving his back a kiss you move over to the other side of Sebastian and get 2 coffee mugs for your drinks. Shuffling over to the fridge you grab the creamers for the coffee and place them on the kitchen counter. Sebastian finishes up the rest of the french toast and grabs the bacon from the oven where it has been warming in. He serves up both of your plates with a generous amount of toast and 4 slices of bacon each.

“Here you go sweetheart, I hope you enjoy it.” Sebastian tells you as he kisses your head. “You made it so I'm sure I will love it.” Both of you eat breakfast in comfortable silence just enjoying each other's company, every once in a while you play footsie with each other making you giggle when he finds a tickle spot on your foot or leg. Once you both are done eating Sebastain takes the dishes and puts them in the dishwasher to clean. “I’m going to take a shower. If you want to join me, I'll leave the door open for you.” With that you start walking back down the hall while taking your shirt off on the way showing Sebastian you’re only wearing your panties. Looking over your shoulder you give him a little wink and head into the bathroom to start the shower. Sebastian just stands there dumbfounded staring at an empty hall. His brain finally starts working again as he hears the water turned on in the shower. He takes off towards the bathroom just as you close the shower door.

He watches your silhouette through the door as you start wetting your hair under the shower head. He practically rips his shorts off and slowly opens the door and comes in behind you. You turn around to face Sebastian and without a word you grab his hair and bring him to your lips for a kiss that almost makes his own legs buckle. You backed him up against the tiled wall and took control, gently stroking his cock as well as trailing kisses down his neck and chest. Sebastian’s breath hitched as you grazed your tongue over his nipple and tugged it a little. Not stopping your assault down his body, you licked his happy trail from his belly button down to his now leaking cock. Looking up at him you took your tongue and licked him from shaft to tip and gave his head a little suck to gather his pre cum.

“Jesus christ, baby what are doing to me, that mouth is sinful?” You just hum around is cock and keep your up and down pace. Sebastian can't believe what's happening, this woman he has only known for a few weeks is giving him the blowjob of a lifetime. It is taking everything in him to not stop you, get down on one knee and ask you to marry him. He watches you as you hollow out your cheeks and take him deeper and take your free hand and tug on his balls. “Shit baby ugh im gonna cum.” At that you go farther down and suck his cock at the same time and that brings him to his peak as his cum shoots down your throat. You greedily take everything he gives you, not coming up for air until you have licked all of his cum. When you’re done, you look up at him. Using the shower bench for leverage to stand up, Sebastian comes out of his haze and grabs you by the arms and turns you so your back hits the wall and kisses you till you cant breath. He pulls away and places his head in the crook of your neck trying to get his heart and breathing back to normal, but what he has to say can’t wait. He comes back and looks you in the eyes as you hold your face in place.

“I don't know what I did in this life to deserve a woman like you, but I can't wait any longer. I don't have anything at the moment but, y/n please will you marry me?” The look on your face shows you’re still coming back from that intense kiss but soon sober up at Sebastians words. There is so much love, adoration and sincerity in his eyes you can't help but dive head first. “Yes Sebastian, I'll marry you. My beautiful angel eyes.” You both stand under the spray of the shower holding each other. Sebastian is crying silent tears at how happy he is at this moment, he doesn't want to lose this. Sebastian raches over and grabs your shampoo and has you turn around so he can wash your hair. He keeps his head down a bit so you don't see how red his eyes are, he doesn’t want you to worry. After he finishes shampoo and conditioning your hair, you do the same for him. By the end the water is starting to run cold so you turn off the water and exit the shower. It's a comfortable silence between you. Sebastian takes two towels and hands you one, but instead of drying yourself off you bring your towel to Sebastian and start drying him off. He takes the hint and starts drying you with his towel, giving each other small kisses on the lips or shoulders or neck.

You spend the rest of the day wrapped up in each other in bed, just enjoying the comfort. So much so you both almost forgot to eat dinner. From the comfort of the bed Sebastain has food delivered to the apartment at 9pm. After all the boxes are taken to the trash and you straighten out the bed, Sebastian comes back in and starts looking through his dresser for something. “Sebastian, is everything okay? What are you looking for?” “I could have sworn my mother gave me a curtain piece of jewelry just in case.” “What is it baby?” “Ah here it is, I knew I had it hidden away so no one would find it.” You just start laughing at him at his success in finding said item. He comes back over to the bed with his hands behind his back. When he sits down beside you he grabs your left hand and slides a small but beautiful ring on your finger. “It's not much but it was my mothers when she got engaged to my father. Europeans aren’t into flash, more simplistic, plus my parents didn't have much money then so my father got her this. Do you like it?” You lift your hand to the light to get a good look at it. It's so simple and delicate, almost something out of time. You look up at Sebastian with one tear coming down your cheek. “Sebastian, it's perfect, I don't need anything else but you and this ring. That you trust me with something that belonged to your mother, I'm honored.” Sebastian leans in and kisses you into the mattress, deep and slow.

It’s now 3am and Sebastian is wide awake watching you sleep next to him, seeing the ring glimmer in the moonlight from the window. He’s been awake for the past 15 mins watching you sleep and staring at the ceiling. Going through his mind trying to think of ways to keep you in his life when your memory comes back. He did propose to you so he is hoping that maybe some of the memories you two made during this time will stay with you and show you how amazing you are together. He’s also thinking about what he’s going to say to his family and friends about this whole situation. His mom is going to freak out but she will love you. Now his friends, that's a different story, he hopes they will be open minded. He’s practically giving himself a headache with all this thinking. So he rubs his forehead to ease the pain and just turns over and holds you close to his body. “I love you so much y/n please stay with me. I don't know what I will do if you ever left me.” “Mmmm I love you too Angel eyes, go back to sleep baby.” Sebastian kisses your shoulder and closes his eyes and lets your warmth lull him to sleep.

The next morning goes by like usual, but today you made a simple breakfast in bed for Sebastian. Some cut up fruit, rustic bread toasted topped with avocado and eggs and your regular coffee. After having your meal, you got up to bring the dishes into the kitchen when you started to feel a more intense headache coming. You started to sway a little and Sebastian noticed your distress. “Y/N are you okay? What's going on?” He is jumping out of bed just as you drop the dishes. “Sebastian, something isn't right…” Before you can get any more words out you faint. Sebastian was able to catch you before you hit the floor and is now holding your limp body.

He’s trying to shake you awake but nothing is happening. “Sweetheart, Please wake up please i can't lose you please wake up.” Sebastian is able to reach over to the nightstand and grab his phone to call 911. As soon as he gets off the phone he calls Ethan to let him know what is happening and will be meeting you both at the hospital. As soon as the paramedics reach the apartment Sebastian lets them know they need to head to Mount Sinai Hospital since Dr Roberts knows about your condition. You are still unconscious as you arrive at the hospital. They rush you in with Sebastian running alongside you. One of the paramedics finds a nurse and has you brought into one of the exam rooms. “Please someone tell me what's happening? Where is Dr Roberts? He knows my fiance's condition, PLEASE GET HIM HERE NOW!”

“Mr Stan, he is on his way right now, but I need you to calm down, we will take good care of your fiance’.” Sebastian collapses into the wall almost shaking in fear and crying. As the nurse tries to calm him down Dr Roberts enters the room, and Sebastian sighs in relief. “Mr Stan, I wish we were meeting under different circumstances, can you tell me what happened?” “ We were just finishing our breakfast in the bedroom and she got up to take the dishes into the kitchen when she started feeling an extreme headache. She began to speak as she dropped the plates and then she fainted. I caught her before she could hit the floor too hard. Please tell me if she is going to be okay?” “Alright we are going to check her vitals then take her back down to CT, but for the sound of it it seems that maybe the small swelling she had has subsided but we will check to make sure. Please be prepared for things to change knowing what may happen.” Sebastian nodded his head and then you are on your way to CT.

While you are in CT, Ethan arrives at the hospital and finds Sebastian in your exam room. “Sebastian, what happened man, is she going to be okay?” Sebastian lifts his head up and Ethan sees his red eyes and cheeks stained with tears he thinks the worst. “I don't know, she was still unconscious when they took her to get a CT scan. The doctor thinks that the small swelling she had may have gone down and told me to prepare myself. Ethan I have to tell you something and you're gonna tell me I’m crazy but just hear me out…. I love her man, I’m in love with her and 2 days ago I asked her to marry me and she said yes.” All Ethan can do is stare at him in udder and complete shock. “Hey, say something I’m freaking out here already.”

“What? I don’t know what to say man. The time that she has been with you I have noticed how much happier you are and lighter, She’s brought something out in you that i’ve never seen. Now I know she's not the typical girl you go for but that doesnt matter, she's a great woman. If you’re happy man then I’m happy for you no matter how crazy everything has been.”

With a big sigh of relief he stands up and gives Ethan a big hug. Five mins later Dr Roberts enters the room with y/n in toe. “She’s still unconscious but we hope she will wake up soon. As suspected the swelling has gone down so she won't be having those headaches anymore but yes it seems she may be getting her memory back. Now it’s just a waiting game, I will stick around the ER here in case she wakes up and i’m needed.” “Thank you doctor, I really appreciate everything you have done.” You are very welcome. Oh also congratulations, I hear she's your fiance’ now?” The doctor gives him a little smirk. “Um, yeah I think it kind of progressed pretty quickly with us,but doc I am truly in love with her.” “Well for your sake I hope everything works out after all of this.” With that Dr Roberts leaves Sebastian and Ethan with you.

After almost 2 hours of waiting you start to stir and groan in the bed. Sebastian sees this and presses the call button and immediately a nurse calls through and he asks her for a nurse and Dr Roberts to come to the room because you are waking up. Not 2 mins later a nurse and the doctor enter the room and wait for you to wake up fully. Your eyes begin to flutter open and you start to look around the room. You see the doctor and nurse with wide eyes, then you look to your left and see 2 men in the room. One of them you don't recognize but when you see the man sitting in the chair next to you holding your hand your eyes become comically huge. In your mind you are wondering, why is Sebastain Stan in my room and holding my hand, also why does it look like he’s been crying? “What's happening, why am I in a hospital?” You begin to croak out. The Doctor walks forward towards your bed. “Hello, y/n my name is Dr Roberts. You are at Mount Sinai Hospital in New York. What do you remember?”

“The last thing i remember is i was walking out of a coffee shop on my way to central park when i heard someone yell ‘look out’ and then a couch hurling at me from top of a building and being pushed out of the way and that's it.” You feel Sebastian squeeze your hand and you see him bow his head and start to cry. You are so confused as to why he is even here and also crying after what you had told the doctor. “Well y/n after that happened you went unconscious. It was Mr Stan here that saved you from that piece of furniture. He brought you to the hospital himself, and well Sebastian, do you want to take it from here?” “Would it be possible to speak to y/n in private?” “Yes of course let me just give her a quick check up and we will leave you alone.” The whole time the doctor is examining you Sebastian is not letting go of your hand. Very shortly he finishes and heads out of the room with the nurse. But before she leaves she gives Sebastian a once over with a small smile on her lips. You feel something in your heart like jealousy but you see Sebastain not even give the nurse the time of day. That was very strange for you to feel something like that for someone you hardly know.

“Um before I start, swe.. I mean y/n this is my friend and assistant Ethan, he knows about this whole thing i’m about to tell you.” “Hi y/n, i just want to tell you that i'm glad you are better now and I hope to see you soon.” With that he leaves the room. Sebastian is stroking your hand with his thumb looking like he is trying to find the courage to tell you what has been happening. He exhales deeply and starts to tell you everything that has happened in the last almost 2 weeks. Everything from you thinking you have been dating each other for 2 years to your lazy days together at his apartment and well to the inevitable, him proposing marriage to you 2 days ago. That's when you look at your left hand that he has been holding and you see the small but beautiful engagement ring. “I really had hoped that you would at least remember some of our time together when you got your memory back but judging by your reaction i don't think that happened.” With a sad and disappointed look on his face, he tries to be strong but fails.

“Sebastian, this all sounds so crazy I don't know what to say. Can you let me think about this for a little bit? This is all so overwhelming and I just need a few minutes to process this." With a nod of his head and a small kiss to your hand he walks over to the door and begins to exit the room, but before he leaves he looks over his shoulder to you and gives you a sweet smile. “I'm going to go get something to drink and if you need anything I will be just outside this door, okay?” Then he is out of the room and walking down the hall to get some water and clear his mind.

He really hoped you remembered him but he was expecting this so all he can do is sit and wait for you to call him. It has only been 30 mins but all of a sudden you hear the door open and see Sebastian enter the room. “I’m so sorry but I forgot my wallet.” You see the forlorn look on his face and he looks like he’s about to cry again just seeing you. “Oh Angel Eyes, please don't cry.” When Sebastain hears the pet name you gave him his heart beat picks up and his eyes get wide. If you just called him angel eyes then somewhere in your mind you remember. “What did you just say? Did you just call me angel eyes?” “I’m so sorry i don't know where that came from.”

“Sweetheart, I need you to think back okay? Do you remember the post-it note?” Y/N looks away from Sebastain to try and search her mind. It takes her a good minute but all of a sudden she gets a quick flash of something in her mind. It's blurry but she can see 2 people laying in bed, the man has his head laying on the woman's shoulder and she has a pen in her hand. She shakes her head and all of a sudden she is seeing the memory from her own eyes. Sebastian is looking at her with anticipation not wanting to interrupt her. Y/n head snaps up and she is looking at Sebastian with tears in her eyes. She lets out a shaky breath taking in his gray-blue eyes like it was the first time.

“I remember, we were laying in your bed and..and I wanted to ease your fears of me ever leaving you so i wrote you something on a post-it note.” At that moment Sebastain takes out his phone and shows her a picture of the note above the bed. Both of them are now crying not knowing where to go from here. “I know this sounds really crazy but I have never felt this deeply for someone in my entire life. I may have only known you for 2 weeks but I am madly in love with you. Look at your hand I proposed to you 2 days ago. That's how much I love you. I may not know much about your actual life but I would give anything to keep you in my life so I can know everything about you. I'm sorry if I'm overwhelming you but sweetheart, remember what you wrote on that note baby and we sealed it with a kiss.” You both don't realize how close to each other you are until you feel his lips on yours. The kiss is so soft and tender, like you're made of glass. He brings his hand up around to the back of your head to deepen the kiss. By now Sebastian has stood up and is climbing into the hospital bed never breaking the kiss. Your head is so dizzy from the memories coming back to and the kiss combined. You finally break the kiss to catch your breath.

“I remember everything, Sebastian. But, how is this going to work our relationship? I know I'm not a thin model or someone that you typically date but I don't want to be attacked because I don't fit everyone's beauty standards…” Sebastian cuts off your rant by placing his finger on your lips. “We will get through this, I know it may get hard but I will do everything in my power to make sure we can make this work. I don't care what anyone else has to say about us. All that matters is that we love each other and will be there for one another. Will you give this a chance, give us a chance?” You stroke his cheek and he leans into your touch. “I will give us a chance Sebastian, if you promise me two things?”

“What is it? I’ll do anything?” With a big smile on your face you tell him…. “I need to go back to my hometown and retrieve a few family items that i left there.” “Okay that's no problem, what the other thing baby?” “Can we get a dog?” With a hearty laugh Sebastian kisses you senseless and promises you anything you want. “Wait, do you still want to marry me? You haven't changed your mind on that have you?” Looking into his eyes, seeing the emotion deep in them waiting for your answer. “Well, I always dreamed of having my wedding ceremony in Strawberry Fields in the fall, think we can swing that?” “Baby, I will give you the world.”

Sebastian lays in the bed with you just holding you as you comb your hands through his hair. An hour later Dr Roberts comes back into the room to check up on you. “Well I gather things went very well?” “Yes doctor, thank you so much for the great care you have given me. When can I go home?” “I don't see a harm in discharging you this evening. But I want you to come see me in two weeks for a follow up to make sure the swelling has stayed down.” “Of course doctor, I will make sure she sets that up as soon as possible.”

Ethan comes back into the room with a few coffee’s and snacks. Sebastian lets him know everything that has happened since he was gone and formally introduces himself and tells you it was him that packed all your belongings from your hotel weeks prior. The three of you end up talking until the nurse comes back in with your discharge papers. As you are signing the papers you see out of your peripheral vision that she is eyeing Sebastian like she wants to tear his clothes off. So you place the papers on your lap and look at the nurse to speak.

“Excuse me ma’am but would mind not eye fucking my fiance’ in front of me i would really appreciate that. Also it's very unprofessional and I wouldn't want to have to talk to your supervisor or Dr Roberts about this.” The nurse looks at you with wide eyes then down at the floor in shame mumbling a sorry under breath. Sebastian makes it a point to show the nurse who he belongs to when he comes to the side of the bed and kisses you deeply. “What was that for?” “Just wanted to make sure that nurse knew I was yours and yours only.” You pass off the papers to the nurse and start getting dressed to leave the hospital. As Sebastian, Ethan and yourself exit the emergency room you notice a very familiar black suv. Rounding the front of the car you see a familiar face. “Hi Marcus how have you been?” “I’ve been very well Miss, I hope you are feeling better?” Marcus opens the back door to let you in. You slide into the seat and see Sebastian just staring at you with so much love in his eyes. “Come on angel eyes, let's go home.” With your request he jumps into the back seat with you and holds you the entire way back home.

Taking a chance in life and finally taking that trip to New York changed your life forever and you couldn't be happier.

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what the FUCK do you mean you wrote two of the best prototype fics AND drew some of the best art. illegal

seriously though i am in love with your characterisation, especially of all three mercer siblings. frankly your version of dr mercer is the best ive seen in the entire fandom lmao

Thank you! I'm really glad you're enjoying that terrible bastard of a man. Dr. Mercer enjoyers unite. We love this evil skinny twink

Thoughts about Mercer sibling characterization + themes of the game (under a cut because it's VERY LONG):

The thing I try to stress when writing Doc Mercer (hereto referred to as "Xander") is that yes, he is a narcissistic, vain, arrogant bastard of a man, generally irredeemable, with extremely loose and/or nonexistent morals and a terrible personality.

However, [PROTOTYPE] is a game where most of the characters are some level of fucking awful and monstrous, but their motivations are still explored, and sometimes even still justified. I mean, Alex eats people. Randall was on his way to nuke Manhattan. Blackwatch regularly laughs at being able to murder innocent civilians. A powerful moment in some of the WOI's is Blackwatch gleefully discussing killing people, while the visuals show a camp on a rooftop where the survivors have written a big "NOT INFECTED" in a bid to not be murdered by Blackwatch.

Still, there's nuance there. Alex may grow a conscience and save New York, but he's still, you know, a walking viral apocalypse that both eats people and enjoys it/thinks it feels "right." Blackwatch murders all the people they want, but at the end of the day, they ARE the line that stands between humanity and viral apocalypse. And Randall might even be justified in nuking Manhattan if it means taking Alex out, because - you know - walking viral apocalypse (and for all Randall knows, ZEUS only killed Elizabeth to establish his dominance as hive queen supreme). I don't see why Doc Mercer should be exempt from that nuance, but he so very often is.

So that as my starting point, what do we know about Doc Mercer? Well, mostly from the PRIMA guide, we have his backstory. This backstory is so hilariously awful that I legitimately don't think I'd believe you if you told me he wasn't supposed to be sympathetic.

Xander's mom is thrown in jail right after he's born, no other family is willing/able to take him in, so he's thrust into the foster care system (no father is EVER mentioned, ever)

To make matters worse, Dana's bio mentions that she moved "to New York" to follow her brother, implying that they aren't NY-born, which further implies that they're from NEW FUCKING JERSEY LOL (it's only like, an hour's bus away from Columbia U, where Xander went to college)

Xander is kicked around foster care system like a hot potato until mom is released from jail. Seems like she either got pregnant right at the end of her stint, or right as she got out; he's 10 when she regains custody of him, but 9 when Dana is born.

Dana's bio says "[Xander] was the only parent figure Dana ever knew." It also said their mother had "drinking problems." Xander raised Dana to the degree that she literally doesn't even see her mom as a parent.

"For [Xander], foster care was better." Yikes. That's definitely an implication of abuse (if the parentification weren't enough). What kind of abuse? Well, they're often bundled together, but we can make a Strong Case for extreme violence at minimum, given the following:

What was mom in jail for? A 9-year sentence implies a second-degree crime, which, uh... take your pick: aggravated assault, aggravated arson, theft of an item more than 75k$, armed burglary or burglary that results in injury or threats of injury, unlawful possession of a firearm, sexual assault. Yikes

Bio outright describes it as living in "abject poverty," so with the fact that he was LITERALLY the only parent Dana knew (a role he was forced into starting at the age of TEN), as soon as he was legally able, he probably had to take on a job in addition to school and childrearing.

Given the "abject poverty" angle, I find it doubtful that he was able to leave home until he graduated, especially given that a commute from Jersey to Columbia U could be as short as an hour. Since he graduated from his PhD at the age of 24, that means he was Dana's parent until she was fifteen. 3/4 of her life by the time of the game.

Needs to be stressed: this man changed her diapers, warmed up her formula, cooked meals for her, helped her with homework, taught her sex-ed and what puberty was, helped her get her first job, taught her how to apply for college. He is, for all intents and purposes, Dana's father. (Put a pin in that!)

Like... holy shit! This is a sympathetic character! I don't know how anyone would be able to read that in isolation and not feel bad for this guy. I mean, this is a person who has literally ALL the trauma. Like, he's in the 99th percentile of worst childhoods in America. This boy has collected PTSDs like they are pokemon.

The PRIMA guide literally says that, at the end of all that, he "trusted no one, had no friends, cared less and less what others thought of him," and was an "impatient, dark, tortured person" with a history of burning bridges. "Forever paranoid," "morally ambiguous," and "teetering on the border of sociopathy" are also used to describe him, and - yeah, of course! I mean, did you SEE his backstory? Holy shit.

And what really fascinates me about this is that, even under those circumstances? He was probably the best parent he could have been to Dana. She literally sees him as one, stuck around NYC for five years because he was just that important to her, and trusts and cares for him so deeply that she's willing to risk her life for him/willing to forgive Alex ranting about how eating people "feels right."

Some people argue that he was using Dana as a pawn, or manipulating her, etc. etc., and I really dislike this take (though, of course, everyone's entitled to their own HCs etc., especially because a lot of the PRIMA stuff was clearly rewritten by the time of the game's release). First, I think that a working college girl with a fiery personality like Dana would not have stuck around for FIVE YEARS if she didn't feel like Xander deserved it - and given that he was also ghosting her for those five years, any manipulation he had her under would have worn off. Like, it's REALLY HARD to gatekeep gaslight girlboss someone if you're no-contact with them. Also, are you trying to tell me that an eleven-year-old boy was looking at a literal 2 year old going "yes... I will raise her to trust me absolutely... as a tool for me to use in the future... and then completely ignore her calls for 5 years!" C'mon.

But the second, and more important, reason I don't agree with that take is that I feel like it strips Dana of agency and reduces her to this almost damsel-like role. Nah, man, even if Xander was not her brother/dad, she would have risked her life to help him out. Why? Because she's a fucking anarcho-socialist journalism student, that's why!

Her PRIMA bio is really interesting in that regard; I feel like the game didn't show off well enough just how awesome Dana actually is. She's studying journalism at NYU. You may have heard that her job is "writing tabloids," but that's such a simplification/misunderstanding of the text! We actually have the titles of the publications she writes for, and they are: "Everything You Know Is Wrong", "Bathsheba", and "The Military/Industrial Complex Report." Even just from that small glimpse (and the fact that she calls Blackwatch "goose-stepping motherfuckers"), I think it's evident that she's got some deeply anti-government, anti-military, anti-fascist beliefs.

Furthermore, Dana is like... kind of a terrible person. Here's a great excerpt from her bio that I feel like isn't talked about enough (emphasis mine):

"She owes money all over town, and somehow manages to sweet talk friends into lending her more. She's a hustler, good at manipulating people. Like her brother, she's narcissistic and evasive. When she doesn't like someone she'll go out of her way to make sure they know it - particularly if they push the point. She's disrespectful, foul-mouthed, and not afraid of a fight. This all serves her well when she's neck-deep in a story, but in real life, her kind of behavior only makes her one thing: enemies. In short, she's her brother's sister."

Guys, I am not normal about that last sentence. It's phrased the same way as "she's her mother's daughter" or "she's her father's son." Like. Oh my god, Xander is basically her dad.

But back on topic: Dana is characterized as a BADASS BITCH who doesn't take shit from ANYBODY and is ALREADY anti-government. She literally calls the Blackwatch shit "the story of the century." She would have taken that case on even if it weren't her brother presenting it to her, no manipulation necessary.

AND she knew the risks. I've seen it argued that Xander's to blame for "tricking" her into investigating something that put her life in danger, but I think that's unfair to him. First, I think Blackwatch would've investigated and/or disappeared Dana either way, given how trigger-happy they are. Second, she knew the risks - that's why she was using her friend's penthouse apartment as a safehouse. She was prepared to risk her life for this story; BW just moved faster than she anticipated and ambushed her at her apartment.

(And, also, like, just as an aside, we don't know if she had permission to be in her friend's place, and given her PRIMA bio, she probably didn't, like she just full-on broke into her friend's really nice apartment LOL probably even chose the friend with the nicest digs LOL)

This also serves as such an interesting glimpse into not only her and her brother's relationship, but her brother's characterization. We already know that Xander possesses good social skills to some degree, given that he has a girlfriend who was willing to risk her life for him (she went back to the lab to get something for him, which is how she got caught - let's ignore for now the ethics of dating his subordinate); he also climbed the ranks at his job, rising to Associate Director (McMullen's direct subordinate) sometime within only five years.

Dana's bio, however, confirms it. Every description of her personality becomes associated with Xander with the phrase "she's her brother's sister." Xander is a hustler; he's manipulative and gets people to do what he wants. Xander is evasive, disrespectful, and lets people feel it when he doesn't like them. Xander makes enemies. BUT.

Even in the midst of all that - his paranoia, the fact that he's having a freak-out because his coworkers are being "silenced," and that he ghosted Dana for five years in an effort to leave the past behind him... who does he trust to have his back? Dana. I need you guys to understand. He doesn't go to Dana because she's an easy tool for him to manipulate. He goes to Dana because he's scared for his life and she is the only person he trusts. I think there's a reason Alex latches onto her when he learns she exists, and part of it is definitely because the scaffold he's built on, the original Dr. Mercer, viewed Dana as unconditionally trustworthy. The feeling is mutual.

And just in case you needed some sort of in-game proof? He has at LEAST two photos of Dana on his foyer wall. Legit. Go back and rewatch that cutscene when Alex walks into Xander's apartment. He has 2-3 photos of Karen... and 2-3 photos of Dana. He's been ghosting Dana, but he keeps photos of her on his wall, where he sees them every day, right next to where he works. One of the Dana photos is also the only photo that Xander is not in. I just... he loves his sister. He's just too mentally ill to be normal about it and keep in contact.

So, we have here pretty much Xander's ONLY redeeming quality: cares about his sister! That's it. That's all he's got. Let's talk about some other irredeemable stuff.

So far, I've talked a lot about the PRIMA guide, but now I'm going to talk about what's in the actual game, because it's quite interesting, and I don't think all of it made it into the fandom zeitgeist. It's too bad, because this one major fact really adds a shitton of nuance to this character:

Xander was out of the loop.

Xander did not know anything about Hope, Idaho. Xander did not know that Blackwatch existed. Xander didn't even fucking know that his human test subjects were deliberately infected. Within day one, Alex knows more about the conspiracy surrounding Blacklight than Xander ever did. And we know exactly how much he knew about the virus because he mailed Dana a laptop containing everything he was able to find, and it pretty much got as far as "MOTHER is named Elizabeth Greene" and "Hope, Idaho existed...?" We have a WOI where Randall expresses concern over even giving Xander access to MOTHER, and a WOI where Xander is pissed the hell off when he finds out that their human subjects were not naturally infected. He didn't know!

That suddenly casts his role in Blacklight's production in a much less nefarious light. Look at this job from Xander's point of view: You're a 24 year old who completed an 8-year college run (undergrad and PhD) in six years, WHILE raising a teenage girl and probably while working, too. At graduation, you get offered this insanely cushy job, with a threat that you'll be blacklisted from the industry if you refuse (this literally happened to Dr. Ragland, according to his PRIMA bio). It's a top-secret government job. The government's not great, but you have loose morals, and it can't possibly be worse than Albert Einstein building the atom bomb. So. Whatever.

(On top of that, they're already lying to you abour what the project's purpose is. Xander states he "didn't know" what he was working on until he "figured it out," and there's a WOI where one employee raves that the virus could be used to cure every disease on earth. It seems there was a general vibe that they were probably working bio-weapons, but no one knew FOR SURE, and a contributor to Xander's meltdown is the fact that his research results just... vanish. He doesn't know what they're being used for.)

Plus, holy shit, the pay. Xander is making, like, seven figures by the time he's 29. He lives in an apartment on the Upper East Side (where Gossip Girl takes place lol). The average price for a one-bedroom there is, like, 4000$ a month. This man spent 24 years in brutal poverty; the money matters to him.

On top of that, the stuff they're doing at GENTEK? Of course, it's stomach-turning, but it wouldn't clock as inherently unethical. Xander's fury at learning that MOTHER was a test subject, and not naturally infected (as he's been led to believe), implies that they were NOT infecting people at GENTEK. The bodies we see in WOI, their test subjects, were already infected by the time they got there, supplied to GENTEK with a cover story, that the virus was one they'd found naturally, and that these people - whose brains were fried by the virus - were just unlucky victims of random happenstance. Furthermore, making viruses more dangerous is legitimate virology. It's called "gain-of-function" experimentation, and while it is controversial (for obvious reasons), it's still something you would potentially be doing at an above-board lab.

That means that, prior to Penn Station, the worst Xander can be accused of is being a bootlicker, class traitor, who knowingly worked on WMDs for the US government. And yeah, that is monstrously evil, and Albert Einstein is a monster by that metric, but it's a level of evil that's matched or surpassed by almost every other character in the game. Dana and Ragland are the two exceptions, maybe Karen too, depending on whether you think her low hierarchical position absolves her of any sin. McMullen and everyone at Blackwatch are all more culpable than Xander. They're the ones giving him orders - he's the low man on the totem pole!

And his reaction upon realizing how deep the rabbit hole goes? It's not asking to join up with the evil side. It's not going out to do a terrorism (even if that's how it ends up). It's blowing the whistle. His first instinct is to go to his sister, the anti-government, anti-military journalism student. And as he spirals into panic and anxiety, it's to escape the city, while warning someone - probably Dana - to "get out of there". Even McMullen says, when Alex confronts him, "you were always so smart. You were ready to give up all our secrets. [...] We were trying to figure it out -- you just wanted to bring it all down." The class traitor was about to redeem himself. His motivations might still be selfish - to punish the people who lied to him, to save his own ass - but he's not a cartoon villain.

It's only after he's cornered, staring down guns, realizing that all his efforts were futile, possibly even realizing that Dana is next, that he smashes the vial. AND EVEN THEN... I think we're supposed to understand why he did it. Not sympathize, necessarily, but... look at his life. Abandonment, abuse, parentification. Skipping meals to make sure Dana can eat. Running on a sleep deficit because homework has to be done after helping Dana with hers after coming home from work after going to school. His wealth and girlfriend are hollow victories when he can't trust people enough to make friends. He loves his sister, enough to keep her photos on his foyer wall, but can't bear engaging with her as an adult on equal footing. He thought he'd finally caught a break, only for it to turn out to be a death trap from the start. Yes, choosing to smash the vial was an irredeemable action, a selfish, vindictive, and evil choice; however, I don't think he could have chosen differently. Dr. Mercer was not necessarily intended to be a sympathetic character (although he was), but he was certainly, bare-minimum, intended to be a tragic one.

It seems like the game went through several rewrites, and those rewrites confuse a pretty major plot beat: does the virus Xander releases at Penn Station burn itself out, or does it go on to become the main virus on the streets of Manhattan? This question, and where you personally fall on it, is really important. And that's because... if the virus burns itself out in Penn Station (which apparently the writer confirmed on Twitter, but there's evidence in the game to suggest the opposite), then that means Xander has one of the lowest body counts in the game.

Yeah, you heard me. Let's say the virus burns itself out in Penn Station. How many people would that even be? A few thousand? In 2009, Penn Station served about 300,000 people per day. That is really busy, but obviously, not all of those people - or even a majority of those people - are going to be in the station at any given time. It's probably a number around four digits. Um, how many people does Alex kill over the course of the game, again? Obviously, the in-game kill counts can't exactly be trusted, because you can rack up millions depending on how much you fuck around, but it's generally agreed that he's in the tens of thousands, between all the military bases he destroys, civilians he eats, and soldiers he cuts through. Randall has been confirmed to have ordered the glassing of both Hope, Idaho, AND Two Bluff, Arizona, with an attempt on Manhattan. (Cross also mentions a Kentucky in one of the cut lines, implying there's more cities and casualties than we even know about.) There are 1.6 million people living in Manhattan in 2009, so Randall was about to kill, like, a thousand times more people than Xander.

It also means he never put Dana in danger. If it's a virus that burns out on its own, he - the person whose work was "years ahead of his nearest competitor" - would know that it wouldn't reach her. And it would make sense if it burns out, too, because it's a bio-weapon. Not a great bio-weapon if it causes a a whole-ass apocalypse! And I also don't think it's fair to blame Xander for Alex letting Elizabeth Greene out of her cage, because by that point, 1) Xander is dead, 2) Dana sent Alex there, 3) Alex is a fully sapient and independent being who is not under Xander's orders because Xander is dead. I mention this because I've literally run into people who believe that the virus burned itself out at Penn Station, BUT ALSO that Xander releasing the vial directly put Dana in danger of infection AND that Elly's rampage is somehow his fault. You can't have it both ways!

That's actually why I don't believe that the virus burned itself out. Narratively and thematically, it's much better if Xander did release his virus knowing that it might cause a full-on apocalypse. That does make it so that he risked his sister's life (although you can argue that he figured she was as good as dead, anyways, given that they'd tracked him down - I don't, since I think he was too busy panicking and being sleep-deprived to be thinking about that), and it DOES make the entire ensuing tragedy his fault. And the reason that this is important is because of Xander's role as a "father" to Alex.

Here's something else that's important to note, which I often see overlooked: Alex places the blame on the shoulders of Randall, not Xander. "You bastard," he says after he's eaten Randall. "You could have stopped all this - you let it happen." Meanwhile, here's what he actually says about Xander: "what Mercer did is beyond forgiveness," and at the end of the game, "Alex Mercer. This city suffered for his mistakes, for what he did at Penn Station. And whoever he was - that's a part of me." We aren't supposed to think he's unilaterally evil without nuance. Pretty much everyone, Alex included, has done things "beyond forgiveness" in this game. We're instead supposed to ponder what it means to be derived from his stock.

What is Alex's characterization? To be frank, Alex is a dumbass baby. I know that this is not necessarily popular, but I genuinely believe that it's intentional. There are literally cut lines from the very first mission that REALLY drive home that this poor guy has NO IDEA what's going on. Begging people to stop shooting at him, thinking to himself "where's a place with a lot of people?" (honey, you're in NYC), and generally going "what was that? how did this happen? what's going on? what? huh? what?"

There's also needing Ragland to suggest to him the novel idea of breaking both spines on the leader hunters, and following Phone Voice into a death trap, and then still listening to Phone Voice a second time, not to mention how awkwardly he shrugs his way out of Karen Parker's hug, or how he's constantly pushing himself all the way into Dana's personal space/startling her/disappearing while no one's watching. There's a point where his brilliant plan for getting McMullen to land is to disable some infection detectors... while standing ankle-deep in biomass... looking up at McMullen. He's just, ah, ehm... not the sharpest tool in the shed. If you replay the game with that in mind, it... yeah. I mean. His first instinct upon being attacked by helicopters is to go up onto the roof of a building, where he is surprised by... more helicopters. Who left this child unattended? Where are your guardians.

I know I'm exaggerating - Alex does show remarkable flexibility and adaptability and on-the-fly problem-solving sometimes - but when the PRIMA bios and McMullen repeatedly stress that Xander is clever, manipulative, a schemer, a hustler, "so smart," it really highlights how... straightforward Alex is in comparison. You cannot tell me that Alex, as he's presented in-game, is "a lateral thinker - plans within plans."

And the interesting thing is, this actually seems like a fairly late-stage change! The original PRIMA guide blurb for "The Prototype" seems to suggest that he is actually an amnesiatic Dr. Mercer, not a wholly separate entity. It goes on and on about how "The Prototype" is cool, calm, dry and witty, always in control of his body, etc. etc., but that really doesn't match the in-game characterization at all (he's consistently characterized as awkward, unsure of himself), meaning that I think this is more proof that a characterization as "fucking idiot dumbass baby" was intentional.

Sampling of cut voice lines:

"Ghost Twelve, Ghost Twelve... oh, shit, that's my callsign..."

"Aw, I hate D-Codes..."

"They think I'm dead. Perfect. I can't wait to see the look on McMullen's face."

"I need to get somewhere with a lot of people... somewhere where they can't just keep firing at me."

"Where is there a lot of fucking people? Where?" (girliepop you live in NEW YORK)

"Just remember! This was your idea!"

like. cmon, man.

That being said, Alex is not innocent. He starts the game without a conscience, easily and effortlessly killing people, instinctively eating them, too. He's quite literally built upon two existing minds - the people-eating virus, and the sociopathic misanthrope. I think this is why he defaults to shoving people and has no option to put them down gently - he's filled with Xander's rage, his hatred, and his casual cruelty. One of his earliest lines is this: "revenge was the only clear thought in my head. The only one I could call mine." LITTLE DOES HE KNOW. He continues. "I wanted to find out what happened to me. The reason. Someone to blame. Someone I could punish."

And now we get into a major theme of the game, my thesis: [PROTOTYPE] is about family. It's about nature vs. nurture, it's about the cycle of abuse, and it's about how the people who raise us, shape us. Xander is the "father" of this story; he's consistently placed in that role relative to Dana, and Alex directly inherits his genetics, his appearance, his name, and even his initial personality from him. And as for the mother... there is literally a character in the game named MOTHER.

Alex is, in a very literal way, the child of Xander and Elizabeth Green. He was born out of a fusion of their DNA - the virus infecting Xander's body. Elizabeth also literally says "I am your MOTHER" in their first meeting. And as if that weren't enough, Elizabeth's relationship to Alex directly mirrors Xander's relationship with his own mother: the first thing Elizabeth does is abandon Alex, and when she returns, it's only to threaten Dana's safety and torment him. Xander himself becomes a mirror to his own absent father, disappearing before he ever got to know his son. This is the cycle of abuse, the tragedy that occurs when someone who was abused becomes trapped by it, and has no ability to operate outside its confines, perpetuating the pain that was inflicted upon them.

However... something's different. Alex is not left alone to suffer like Xander does. He has Dana - a parental figure who loves him unconditionally, whom he loves unconditionally in turn. And she is the impetus for his ability to change, the one who most directly molds his burgeoning consciousness. His interactions with Dana are brief, but even in those brief interaction, she teaches him empathy ("my god, [Elizabeth]'s just a girl. What kind of fucking monsters are these people?"), kindness/mercy ("whoa, whoa, whoa. [Ragland]'s a good guy"), and trust ("look, no matter what, you're still my brother"). Let's go back to our pin. Xander is Dana's "father" also... and he was the best one she could have had, given the circumstances. Dana represents breaking the cycle. Dana represents Xander's single redeeming quality.

In other words... the key difference between Alex and Xander is that Alex has an adult figure in Dana that he can trust and rely upon, something Xander never had... because Xander was that for Dana. Xander broke the cycle. That's the one good thing he managed to do.

Now, we know that lots of rewrites happened, that final boss stuff got shifted around, and things got moved into a sequel hook, like Dana's fate or PARIAH's whole deal. However, I think we can almost piece together what it might have been if we follow this thematic line of thinking. Because here's something quite interesting: PARIAH... is in foster care. A child who kills everything he touches, abandoned and trapped, a monster, whose only use is as an agent of evolution, a direct parallel for Xander at his worst - this tortured man who "found solace only in his work", for whom foster care was better, who teetered on sociopathy and didn't care. Randall represents the government, the system, that put him there - the first ones to ever screw Xander over. So if we assume that the final boss was originally PARIAH, and Alex still needs to eat his way through Elizabeth and Randall to get to him, then an incredibly interesting thing happens when we view that sequence of events from this thematic perspective.

Alex would triumph over MOTHER, the government, and Xander's worst. The crystallization of the fleeting love within Xander's heart - the one redeeming facet of Xander's personality - would overcome his abusive mother, the cold-hearted system that forsook him, and even his own worst traits, the monster he was molded into. Quite literally, love would win. And I think this would have even tied in to curing Dana - that this would become a major facet of Alex's motivation - that he'd need PARIAH in order to cure her, or something like that. Dana - kindness, empathy, and love, breaking the cycle of abuse - becomes the impetus for Alex to change, to become a better person, to grow a conscience, to trust others. I think that's the central theme of this game.

Xander's shadow looms large over the entirety of [PROTOTYPE]'s story. There are more themes than just family, but it's the one I wanted to highlight, because I think it's the one most central, most core to the game's emotional experience. At every turn, you can feel the ghost of Xander - not just because Alex is literally wearing his corpse.

I'll restate here the relevant parts of Alex's closing monologue:

"I looked for the truth. Found it. Didn't like it. Wish to hell I could forget it. Alex Mercer. This city suffered for his mistakes, for what he did at Penn Station. And whoever he was - that's part of me."

Xander is Alex's father - the person from whom he inherited his base nature. But Alex is able to grow beyond that - to trust others, to love others.

"What have I become? Something less than human. But also something more."

Xander was so tormented by his past, by his abandonment, neglect, and abuse, that he was unable to face his sister. Terrified of the pain of abandonment, he chose to abandon her rather than risk being rejected when she became an adult. And yet, he loved his sister. That's the nuance of this character, the legacy he leaves. One of cruelty, but also one of kindness. Both are inherited by Alex - it's fair to say that everything Alex is has been shaped by Xander, his father. The bad... but also the good. And it is because of that miniscule, faltering, fleeting "good" that Xander was able to procure, that Alex is able to rise above what Xander became.

TL;DR: It would be appropriate, both narratively and thematically, to call Xander "daddy".

#prototype 2009 #[prototype]#alex mercer #alexander james mercer #alexander j mercer #dana mercer #general randall #sure hope that rambling mess was coherent to somebody

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Love Bites

Premise: Ethan and Cassie get a little carried away in their sex capades.

Book: Open Heart (post series) Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Cassie Valentine) Rating/Category: Mature – NSFW. Tropes: Public Places. Gala. Words: 2,325

A/N: This fic is for 2 anon prompt requests. Submission for @choicesprompts Smutember, prompt 10 (caught in the act); for @choicesseptemberchallenge2023 day 21 (kiss). I'm also using @choicesflashfics week 49, prompt 1 and 3 (in bold).

The glittering lights of the ballroom sparkled like stars in the painted ceiling above. Soft music from a string quartet tucked away in a little alcove mingled with the din of a crowd.

The conversations around the room jumped from stock market tips to the vagrancy of the global economy to an auction at Sotheby’s for a priceless piece of art.

Ethan Ramsey eavesdropped on the people behind him and wondered how priceless the artwork was given it was on auction, which, by its very definition, required one to put a price on an object.

He leaned against a column, sipping a passable Scotch, and watched his girlfriend work the room. Dr. Valentine could triage a level one emergency in the middle of the night, but Cassie Valentine was made for settings like this.

A designer gown that teased as much as it revealed, hair expertly styled and make-up that highlighted her green eyes and red lips. She blended in with Manhattan’s glitterati as if she belonged. But then again, this was her world as much as Edenbrook was.

Cassie could, and did, straddle two worlds with aplomb. Ethan envied that about her.

He could schmooze if absolutely pushed under the pain of death, but he always felt awkward doing it. Like he was wearing shoes two sizes too big.

Cassie wore a shimmering black dress with a sweetheart neckline that hugged her curves. Her arms were bare and cuffed with more diamonds. And when she moved, he spied glimpses of silky white thighs. Earlier this afternoon, those same legs had been locked around his ass.

A teardrop diamond pendant was framed between her cleavage, just below the dip at the base of her throat. It caught the glint of the chandeliers. He briefly lost himself in an erotic fantasy where his lips sucked deep at the sensitive spot on the side of her neck as her throaty cries echoed around him.

He smirked into his drink at the thought of crossing the carpeted floor, taking her in his arms and marking her in front of everyone. That would show them who she was going home with tonight.

Especially one of her exes who’d almost ruined the evening before it began with the lascivious way he stared at her breasts and hips. Ethan wanted to applaud when Cassie stared the other man down until he escaped with a flimsy excuse.

Ethan reflected that Asshole the Third, Max’s nickname for the other man, was well deserved.

“Thought I’d find you lurking in the corner,” Cassie said charmingly as she floated toward him on high heels, a champagne flute in one hand.

“Don’t blame me,” Ethan quipped with a wry grin. “Your brother deserted me for a sultry redhead. Or maybe it was the luscious brunette.”

Cassie’s brows knit in annoyance, and she turned around to look for Max in the crowded ballroom. She huffed when her search proved unsuccessful and turned back, moving closer. Her floral scent tantalized his senses, and he inhaled deeply, feeling lightheaded.

“You take my breath away every time I see you,” he murmured into her ear, lightly biting the edge of her earlobe. “My patience is wearing thin. Let’s get out of here.”

Cassie sipped her champagne and threw him an amused look above the rim of her glass.

“All in good time, babe,” she winked. “My mom would never forgive me if we left before the main event.”

Handing her empty glass to a passing server, Cassie nestled against him and hooked one arm around his back. She planted light kisses along his jawline, little nips and bites that she soothed with her tongue.

“I already thanked you earlier for accompanying me this weekend,” she said between kisses. “But I feel this sacrifice deserves an extra spicy reward.” She bit the corner of his lips. “If you’re up for a sexy dare, that is?”

Ethan’s ears perked up at the salacious proposition, and he met the challenge in her eyes with one of his own.

“I’m not the one protesting whenever I fuck you against my apartment’s windows,” he lowered his voice, the words deliberately crude to gauge how serious she was.

She scoffed but didn’t deny the accusation. With a quick glance around to make sure no one was paying attention to them, she placed a hand on his arm and leaned in to whisper in his ear.

“Meet me in the corner cloakroom. Five minutes.”

Ethan blushed when he realized she was deadly serious. He watched her hips swing enticingly as she navigated the crowds toward the exit. Suddenly, his collar felt tight, and he tugged it away from his neck.

Anticipation had him practically panting. He started to follow Cassie when Max stepped into his path.

“Have you seen my sister?” he asked, glancing on either side before looking at Ethan, puzzled. “Your face is flushed. You okay?”

Ethan nodded, resisting the urge to tug at his collar again, and prayed the younger man wouldn’t press the issue.

“There’s someone I want you to meet,” Max said with a shrug, taking Ethan at his word. “Come on. He’s by the bar.”

Stuck, Ethan followed Max to the other side of the room. He glanced at the exit Cassie had taken and sincerely hoped she was still in the mood when he joined her.

Fifteen minutes later, he shifted anxiously on his feet, trapped between Max, the CEO of a new health center focused on diagnostics, and the curse of social niceties. The conversation with the other man was fascinating, and he would have been entirely present in any other circumstances. But not when his girlfriend was waiting to be fucked.

When his phone buzzed against his chest, he reached into the pocket and looked down at the screen. He didn’t need a Cypher to decode the three questions mark in Cassie’s text.

“I’m sorry,” he said apologetically at the two men before him. “This is important.” He indicated the phone in his hand, shading the screen from Max’s shrewd gaze. “I need to make a phone call.”

Ethan hastily escaped, his long strides covering the length of the ballroom, a man on a critical mission. He marched down the long hallway, ignoring the guests mingling in the relative quiet of the foyer.

The corner cloakroom wasn’t being used for the event, and the window was shuttered. It looked dark and deserted.

Figuring Cassie had given up on him and returned to the gala, Ethan started to turn away when a hand grabbed him from behind and pulled him into the darkened room.

“Finally!” Cassie muttered. He could hear the pout in her voice. “I thought I was going to have to handle things myself.”

It took his eyes a few seconds to adjust to the dim lighting from the hall coming through the wooden slats of the roll-up window.

“Blame your brother,” Ethan grunted, his hands rough as he gripped her elbows and lifted her against the wall.

“You seem to be blaming Max for many things today,” Cassie said, exasperated.

“Scold me later,” he said, covering her body with his.

His mouth descended upon hers, swallowing whatever Cassie was about to say. His lips coaxed hers open to the thrust of his tongue, desperate in his need for her. With a moan, she pressed against him, her fingers digging into his hips.

Their breathing became labored as their kisses became greedy, hungry and ravenous. Cassie sucked his bottom lip into her mouth, lightly catching it between her teeth. It stung, and he tasted blood.

Ethan cupped her jaw in one hand, gripping it tight to hold her in place, and lowered his mouth to kiss the dip at the base of her throat. He cuffed her wrists in one hand and raised her arms, keeping them flush against the wall. The movement thrust her cleavage out.

Recalling his earlier fantasy, Ethan pushed the top of her dress down and buried his face between her naked breasts. He savored the sexy sounds she uttered as he licked and sucked her nipples, biting the edge just enough for her desire-filled eyes to snap open.

He could feel the tremors coursing through her body and released her hands. He reached under the skirt of her dress to grip her ass, lifting her hips until she locked her legs around his thighs. The fabric of her dress draped over his arms as he shoved the skirt away and stared heatedly at the lacy triangle covering her crotch.

Cassie’s fingers fumbled with his belt, unbuckling it and unzipping him. She thrust her hands inside his underwear to cup him. Her fingers gently wrapped around his thick length and released him from his pants, pumping once, twice, and stroking the tip with her thumb. He rocked himself, sliding into her grasp, grunting his need as words failed him.

He nibbled kisses along Cassie’s jaw and down her throat. Below, his fingers stroked her core, teasing the tender folds. His thumb pressed against the top of her sex, and she squirmed, her hands falling to the side.

“Please, please, please,” she begged, rubbing against him.

Ethan sucked hard on the tendon in her neck, his teeth scraping the sensitive skin, and she jumped.

“Stop!” Cassie pushed him back as she slapped a hand where his lips had been.

Ethan shook his head to clear the haze of lust clouding his mind. He saw tears prick the corner of her eyes, but they didn’t fall.

“Let me look,” he said gently and removed her hand. “Crap.”

“Double crap,” Cassie said with a dismayed glance.

They stared at the redness on her neck from the hickey and the light impressions of his teeth around its edges. He remembered thinking earlier how he’d like to mark her. But it had been an idle thought. He’d never want to embarrass her in front of her family.

“Ethan, I can’t go back to the gala looking like this,” she cried out, almost in tears.

“I’m sorry, love,” he said, placing his palm along the side of her face, his thumb stroking her cheekbones. “I got carried away.”

“We both did,” Cassie said, sighing deeply. “What are we going to do?”

Ethan started to respond, but Cassie shushed him.

They heard voices outside and stared in alarm at the unlocked door. They tried to scramble apart while tugging at the bodice of Cassie’s dress, but the door suddenly swung inward before they could do anything.

For a second, light from the hallway shone directly on their tangled bodies and then two people appeared in the doorway. They wore the hotel uniform and had a rolling coat rack behind them. He didn’t recognize the man, but the woman had been manning the other cloakroom when they arrived.

Ethan pressed himself against Cassie’s front to protect her modesty, but it was obvious from the shocked looks on their faces that they’d gotten quite an eyeful. He realized then that Cassie wasn’t the only one exposed. His dick hung out from the opening in his dress pants.

“Shut the door,” Ethan barked when the pair remained frozen in the doorway.

His shout seemed to do the trick as the two workers hurriedly slammed the door shut.

“Wow. You put the fear of Doctor Ramsey in them,” Cassie said, giggling.

She adjusted the bodice of her dress, shaking the folds of her skirt to remove any creases. Ethan smiled ruefully and tucked himself away, gently zipping up and buckling his belt.

His eyes darkened as they fell on the love bite.

“Do you want to head back to the hotel?” he asked, peering intently at her.

“We can’t,” she reminded him, pushing herself off the wall. “Let me think.”

She started pacing the small space, seemingly in a conversation with herself. Ethan wanted to interrupt, but he knew her well enough by now to not do that.

“Okay, I have a solution,” Cassie said, folding her arms in front of her. “I checked my shawl into the cloakroom when we arrived. I can wrap that around my neck and shoulders. If anyone asks, I’ll tell them I’m cold. Max will suspect something’s up but won’t say anything.”

“Let’s go get your shawl,” Ethan said with a nod to indicate his agreement with the plan. “Facing that cloakroom attendant again can’t be any more embarrassing than what already transpired.”

“Oh, no, Dr. Ramsey,” Cassie said with a tsk, moving away from Ethan. “You gave me the hickey. Ergo, you’re going to get my shawl while I wait here. I’m not stepping foot outside this room until I’m presentable.”

Marching down the hallway to do as she demanded, Ethan grumbled internally that it was her idea to make out in the empty cloakroom. But, he reasoned, they wouldn’t need to cover up if he hadn’t lost control. So, he owed her.

He and the attendant avoided eye contact during the entire interaction, and Ethan wondered what had happened to his once-sedate life.

The old him would have never been in this situation, pretending the woman across from him hadn’t just caught him ravishing his girlfriend in public with a few hundred esteemed guests mingling close enough to hear but for the music.

Later, he escorted Cassie back to the ballroom, the shawl firmly ensconced around her neck. It looked strange, given the circumstances, but they had no choice.

“Hey, where have you guys been?” Max called out from a short distance away, clearly on the lookout for them.

Cassie kept a straight face as her brother started toward them. She glanced sideways at Ethan, and they shared a conspiratorial wink.

Ethan grinned wickedly as Cassie walked over to meet Max in the middle. A sedate life was overrated, he thought. With Cassie around, he’d never be bored. She wouldn’t let him. And that was better than any medical mystery he’d ever solved.

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SteveTony Weekly - Holiday Special

Happy holidays, my friends! I know a lot of us spend the holidays with more free time than normal, and I thought I’d put together a list of very long fic for you to indulge in during your down time--enjoy and be sure to give your author a comment/kudos if you enjoy it!

[Podfic of] When The Lights Go On Again by Dr_Fumbles_McStupid, kalakirya, KD reads (KDHeart), lattice_frames, lavenderfrost, miss_marina95, Opalsong, paraka, Superstitiousme, vassalady

Aliens have invaded earth, and the Avengers are scattered. While Steve leads the resistance, Tony once again finds himself playing captive scientist. In the midst of a violent alien regime, separated by seemingly insurmountable boundaries, Steve and Tony have nothing to keep themselves going but each other.

Note: This was 19hours of FANTASTIC story--highly recommend it if you’ve got a long drive or time off.

One-Man Army by Captain_Panda

Takes place immediately after the Chitauri attack in Avengers 1.

Steve is running himself into the ground. Tony notices.

Then Steve gets knocked down hard. And Tony intervenes.

Note: I’ve rec’ed this before. It’s delightfully long and nearly perfect--there’s very little downtime in the way of weakness with the pacing and writing, which is a feat in and of itself at over 600k.

America Isn't Chicken by Amuly

After a Civil War, death, rebirth, a takeover by Osborn, brain deletion, and the fall of Asgard, Steve and Tony might just be starting to get back on solid ground with one another. Things aren't perfect, not yet, but they can be in the same room as each other without resorting to violence, and they've even managed to share a smile or two.

Seems like the perfect time, then, for Tony to try and fuck it all up with a stupid game of gay chicken.

Meanwhile, as if he didn't have enough to worry about, Tony realizes some kind of supervillainous trouble is brewing when increasingly advanced armors start popping up all over Manhattan, looking strangely reminiscent of his tech. On the other side of the world, Steve gets news that Zola is on the move in Russia, with some sort of nefarious plan at work.

Which will ruin them first? Will it be this unknown armored villain who is after Tony's tech? Or will it be Zola unleashing his mysterious plan on the world? Or will Steve and Tony prove to be their own worst enemies, destroying the tentative truce they managed to forge with their own stubbornness?

Note: Just really delightful 616 fic. It’s a comfort read, tbh.

Data is King by Amuly

In a cyberpunk dystopia, all the wealth is concentrated in New Versailles and the majority live in impoverished ghettos outside. Prosthetics are strictly prohibited, though many of the poor have body modifications to help them live. Steve Rogers is an idealistic young man who raids the storerooms of New Versailles with his best friend Bucky Barnes, to bring food and medicine to the poor. But when tragedy strikes, Steve is inspired by Dr. Erskine to go seek out the notorious slumlord/black market trader Tony Stark. Rumor has it that Tony used to be a member of New Versailles, but left to make his fortune off the backs of the working man... or was he kicked out? Although they don't hit it off at first, Steve and Tony must work together.

They have some help. The Three Fates are women who control information. Steve's friends from his old life are good people on the fringes of society because of their prosthetic enhancements. And there's Tony's network of resources and connections, not to mention his brilliant engineering mind that helped him build his empire.

But when Steve and Tony finally manage to put their differences aside and rise up against New Versailles... not everything is as simple as it seemed.

Note: So I haven’t actually read this one--but it’s on my list for the week I’m off so I’m sharing it with ya’ll now.

Maybe Tomorrow by scifigrl47

Tony Stark may well be the richest man in America. In the depths of the Great Depression, that's no small claim. When a plot is hatched for him to take in an orphan for a week, everyone knows it's a publicity stunt. No one knows it better than Officer Steve Rogers, but he's got a job to do, and he's going to do it. Doesn't mean he's going to approve.

Yes, it's an Annie AU.

Yes. That Annie.

Note: I’m a huge fan of scifigrl47 and this fic is all of the reasons why--excellent storytelling, relationships and kids interacting and Stevetony being amazing.

Forty-Seven Flat by geekymoviemom

Steve Rogers was on the top of the world. He was one of the top students in his class, a world-class athlete, and had a man who loved him. Winning an Olympic Gold Medal seemed like the perfect addition to his picture-perfect life.

But only four years later, Steve’s entire world has come crashing down around him, leaving defending his Olympic title the only thing lying between him and utter ruin.

And then, the unthinkable happens.

Note: I really love sports AU, and this one was just a lot of fun.

Celestial Navigation by sabrecmc

Celestial Navigation: 18 year old Omega!Tony finds himself Bonded to Captain Steve Rogers. He isn't happy about it until he is.

By request, here is CN in one place without other stories and artwork.

Note: I love this fic. It’s probably one of my top 10 fav stevetony fics, because it’s just so good. The slow burn and Steve’s slow devotion is just--so lovely.

Where Our Restless Monsters Sleep by Mizzy

Years after Tony Stark saved the universe, the Avengers realize there’s a major problem: his body has gone missing. And he isn’t the only one. Fallen heroes all over the galaxy have had their graves pillaged.

An old foe is stealing the bodies of fallen warriors, but for what nefarious reason? There’s only one solution. To find out why it’s happening, Steve’s gotta die.

He probably shouldn’t be so eager to do that.

Note: I really love the set up of this fic, the way it leans into canon MCU and still gives us Stevetony. Also--worms.

Deep in the Heart of Me by Finely Honed (jaqen_hgar)

Veteran single dad Steve runs a tattoo shop. Pepper arranges for Tony to get that tattoo he always wanted, and he winds up with the mother of all crushes instead. Jumping out of airplanes is one thing, but love requires real courage. Steve struggles with letting someone into his life. Tony tries to keep his heart intact while Steve works on his issues.

Craving a realistic depiction of a romantic relationship featuring PTSD, mental health issues, and characters who discuss their problems? This might be for you. No magic fixes here but a happy ending is guaranteed!

Note: I love this fic because it’s so realistic--the way Steve protects Peter from his new relationship is the most realistic depiction of good parenting I’ve ever seen in fic, and I ADORE it. Tony’s patience and hurt and sweetness is everything to me.

A Higher Form of War by sabrecmc

Tony is a King with a surprising number of people out to kill him. Steve and the rest of the Avengers are fighting for Pierce's rebellion and end up with Tony as their prisoner. Oops.

Basically one of those bodice-ripping romance novels I don't read (ahem) but with far more gay.

Note: It’s amazing. It’s slow and beautiful and I love Steve so much I can’t even.

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𝐈𝐍 𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍, ;; spider-man

Pairing ;; post-nwh!Spider-Man x gn!Reader

Summary: Spider-Man wanted to go for a swing, he didn't expect his hero to ask him for one though.

Warnings: established relationship lol. memory loss (bcuz of dr. strange), angst w/ fluff probs? i want my fics to be surprising so... nothing too nsfw or explicit though !!

Word Count: 3k

A/N: my first ever fic on this app. the title has nothing to do with the story. english isn't my first language so i BEG of you to show some sympathy for me. they're an avatar for the goddess Till (basically a goddess OC), inspired by Moon-Knight. throwback to my august 2022 author self who was going through it -- this sparked my idea for this fic, otherwise, i was just bored (yes, i do have homework, what's it to you?)

The old smell of rotten rust hit your nose as you sat on a hard edge of a New York building, one leg swinging mindlessly. You stretched before you yawned, dawning over the fact that there might not actually be a gang of bandits in this part of Manhattan – post-bright winter, the holiday spirits dissipating.

These nights, you would wait with your suit, in the cold, possibly walking around or stretching, or jumping from building to building for an adrenaline rush, as well as in need of warm air. Preferring solitude over crimes, you don’t know the exact reason you’re out almost every night. But you do know that air outside, crisp and on-going, is much better than air inside of cranky apartments.

As your chest falls, a sound from behind jolts your back forward, your mask covering your face. Before you turned around with a weapon in hand.

“Hi,” You heard the Spider say. “You can’t sleep too?” He said from underneath his mask, moving forward as he reached the edge of the building carefully, inching beside your alert figure. He sighed, the sound of his harsh breathing under his mask and the rise of his chest as it struggled to reach for air.

This could be another reason that you were up every night. Expecting someone to accompany you. Though, you were growing a certain feeling that this isn’t just the case.

Under your very own mask, you breathed deeply, thankful it wasn’t another landlord. “I prefer solitude over… honeymoon noises,” You stated hesitantly, though your voice was uninterested in the business that the Spider had to say.

“That too,” He says, still struggling to breath, but managing to calm himself. “But mostly, you can’t sleep too right?” He asked again.

You gave in, allowing your body to relax under the new presence. “Something isn’t right.” You say, clutching your hands together, an attempt to halt your fidgeting with whatever was around. “I don’t know what it is, but something is bothering me.”

A few months ago, you were saving the world, not knowing the exact reason who you were saving it from. But you did anyway, miraculously, with Spider-Man. From his perspective, he appeared as if he didn’t want to talk about it. You didn’t want to pry or nag, so you didn’t.

In return to that very same conversation, you referred to it as something.

Spider-Man shifted from his seat, sighing. Pulling his mask above his nose so he can breathe properly, he clicked his tongue, looking down at the streets. He didn’t respond immediately, still in thought of a response, he stifled. “Do you want to talk about it or do you want to be distracted from it?” He didn’t look at you, quite frankly, he didn’t know how. It would’ve been awkward enough, sitting on top of a building at one in the morning.

“I don’t know... I mean,” You groaned loudly, unsure of how to word your sentences. The offer he gave is still hanging in the air, unanswered. By your curiosity and the presence of the Spider, you tried to speak. “I want to know.”

He nodded, scoffing in awareness of how you word your sentences, though he took a mental note of your social skills, smiling softly at his familiar obtained knowledge. “You want to talk about it, then?” From beneath his mask, he eyed you curtly, seeing you nod slowly. “What’s something you want to know?”

You clicked your tongue, finally looking at the Spider. Trying to look for the something that bothered you so much, trying to remember that something. You scanned his side-view, blurring and bright alongside with the filter of your mask. Goddammit, your suit was such a bother. “I don’t remember what happened a few months ago,” You shook your head as you looked away. “I remember this boy, Peter Parker, he was… smart, awkward, nice, mostly awkward though.” You shook your head, attempting to pinpoint the topic you were giving out.

Meanwhile, Spider-Man froze at the mere mention of his name, his true name. He did a good job in hiding it apparently, giving you a careful look as you tried to come up with another sentence. Oh boy.

He could take off his mask and mutter a big ‘surprise!’ before standing up and swinging away. He could say ‘oh well, you were the love of my life, or you weren’t because that’s how unclear we were back then.’ but he held back, sticking to the topic of the mention of his name.

“This Peter boy,” He cringed, biting the insides of his cheeks to bite back a scowl to himself. “Was… was he important to you?” He said hesitantly, watching as you searched for another sentence.

Spider-Man was never hesitant, he would be confident in how he forms his fists to throw a punch, confident in the way he would choose his words. He’s passive, sympathetic, and friendly. Peter is silent… smart, awkward, nice, as you described him.

With four words, you crushed his soul, not only Peter's, but his; The Neighborhood Friendly Spider-Man. “I don’t think so.” Everything stilled, like his heart stopped beating, like his breath hitched in shock. In reality, behind that mask, your brows furrowed in concentration, trying to remember the way Peter’s hands would graze yours when the two of you were paired together in the Science labs. Although, that was the end of it. Nothing crossed the feeling of warmth and connection of high-school in those days.

You shook your head lightly, away from the thoughts, gazing back at Spider-Man. “What about you? Are you scared?” You asked, unaware of the heavyweight building up in his chest every time you spoke.

“So scared,” Spider-Man admitted, still trying to comprehend what you just said. You seemed so nonchalant about your answer that he wanted to ask again, so he would, another time maybe. For now, he wanted to accept this, he wanted to accept that you could possibly remember him. Not Spider-Man, him; Peter Parker. He meant to say ‘I’m scared for you’.

He meant to say that you mattered to him. That you weren’t a partner in his heroistic acts, or some ‘random hero’ (as Jonah Jameson calls you). You were you. Peter loves you underneath the mask and above it. In and out. Peter loves you and your insanely high morality.

He expected you not pry further but you spoke with a voice that reminded him he existed. “Do you want to talk about it or do you want to be distracted from it?” You quoted him, doing your best to be comforting as the superhero just admitted that he was so scared.

Spider-Man scoffed, standing up and pulling down his mask, he stood cautiously at the edge of the building. Thor, why does everything have to be so difficult? “I want to be distracted from it,” And with that, he jumped down. Swinging to the next building in a second, he landed on his foot, looking back at you as he signalled you to come along.

You smiled, standing up before you heard a voice. He’s very pushy, y’know. The Goddess, Till, appeared beside you, eyeing Spider-Man incredulously. Her long, braided hair trailed behind her back as loud footsteps thud, unheard by normal humans, but seen by you, were walking back towards the door of the rooftop. You need rest, child. She declared.

You look back, following your Goddess with your eyes. “Oh Till, you can’t blame the poor hero, he’s been through shit,” You felt chills go down your spine as she looked back one last time. You look back at the Spider, he was ready to swing to another building, you gave him a thumbs up before looking back lazily, your mask forging down on its own. “Please? I’ll get some rest when I’m done distracting him, I promise.” You confirmed with a sure nod, though Till was not convinced.

Your job as my avatar is to protect people from harm, not help them from their wrecked mental state. She raised her head high. You will not see him tomorrow unless you rest later, understood? She disappeared before your answer was decided. You were grateful anyway.

Your mask forged back on its own, as you felt your body swiftly transport to the building that Spider-Man was standing on. A blur of your own body as you recognized the bright blue and red suit. Although, he wasn’t here.

Another blur from your vision, a sudden disconnection from your body, as you teleported to another building, a tense sense of fragileness building up in the pit of your abdomen. “There we go!” Spider-Man’s voice trailed with excitement. But all you could focus on was the dizziness and spinning of the room.

“Wait, hold on—!” You turned around before your mask could forge down on its own as you breathed in and coughed out immediately. A huge lump in your throat built up. “Don’t look,” You pleaded. “Please.”

Spider-Man didn’t know how to respond other than to nod hesitantly and turn around, respecting your privacy as much as he really wanted to see you. He pulled up his mask too, above his nose, exposing his nose to the fresh air. He breathed in deeply, chest heaving up and down.

Behind him, the coughing ceased and footsteps approached him.

“I thought teleportation was easy,” Spider-Man wondered aloud, looking back at you, licking his chapped lips. Though the tension and uneasiness was brought up in the air, a price of most superheroes. He knew their night would come to an end any time soon. Peter had a speech he needed to finish by Sunday, though he wasn’t quite sure of you. Were you majoring in psychology or in arts?

A sudden exchange of your reply came to a halt, realisation struck that he wasn’t really paying attention, but instead staring at you. As if looking through your bright, white eyes from his mask. “I’m going to puke all over you if you don’t stop that,” You blurted out, annoyance present and on-going by the sound of your voice and the look of your stance; arms crossed together.

“There they are,” Spider-Man scoffed, a half-toothy grin slowly appearing on his face. “What were you saying again, partner?” He teased lightly. You brought your head up high, pointing to the massive crane. He slowly followed your gaze, as he locked eyes with the familiar, abandoned crane carving a shadow in the distance.

Oh.

You gulped, as Spider-Man brought his mask down again, ready to swing from the next building. Grabbing his wrist, a familiar warmth started centering your heart, making your eyes glow – if not, much brighter than it was before. Fuck this mask, you thought. “Could you swing us there?” You inquired, bringing your head down. “It’s alright if you can’t… since, y’know, I might be a bit heavy—”

Your sentence was cut short with a sudden hand on your waist and a sure nod. There. Bringing your skin a double sense of awareness from underneath your suit, though it disappeared as Spider-Man brought it down again. Somehow, it made you frown. “Agh— I’m sorry! I mean, yes! Of course, I’d swing you there, I just— Can I hold you? I’m sorry for not asking earlier and— and—”

You shook your head in amusement, watching as he struggled to put his thoughts into words now. “You dumbass, just do it, I don’t want to puke again.” You said, though you added; “It’s alright, really.” You nodded in reassurance, as he held you around the waist, again, this time he brought you closer to his chest.

“No, no,” His hands slid down the back of your thigh, bringing it up his waist. “Here,” Spider-Man corrected, as he held your wrist in his hands, bringing it up to his shoulders. “There,” He said proudly, you could feel a small tug from behind his mask. You didn’t know what he looked like beneath it, though curious, you noticed the tension hanging in the air, diminishing as soon as the hero looked away. “Hold on tight, alright?” He stated cockily, quirking his hand away from you, expecting you to hold on.

With that, the mix of a falling sensation and adrenaline rush washed over you. Mostly in the fear of falling off, you held unto the Spider for dear life. Behind your mask, you bit back a scream. You wanted to look back, though unable to, you were unable to do so due to the speed that Spider-Man was swinging.

The wind forced your eyes shut, creasing your eyebrows together. There isn’t a word that described the constant falling and rising of excitement and fear that reappeared and disappeared while swinging. But the harsh wind that stayed present outlined the experience enough as it is.

Then it ceased, your whole world was spinning now that both of your legs were on firm metal ground. Spider pushed your back against the tower peak, to keep you steady. He laughed scruffily. “You liked that?” He says, positioning his mask above his nose.

You couldn’t respond due to the heightened feeling of warmth against your chest and his. You could hear him breathing, feel him. You huffed, feeling ants rise above your cheeks, tackling the cold.

He realised the scene, pushing himself from you but never leaving his warm hands from your shoulders, keeping you steady. “Oh- oh, I’m sorry.” A light form of blush appeared on his cheeks, thankfully, a smile from you broke the tension.

“I liked it,” You said, looking down. Shaking your head, your bright, white eyes from your mask. “I loved it.” You beamed, a wide smile forming. It’s been a while since you’ve felt pushed over the edge in exciting adventures, just as the type of adventure you were pushed into when Iron Man was still around.

Looking back, you were much carefree, a lot more secretive, a lot simpler to hunt too, but you never took it as a problem. You were protected by yourself, by Spider-Man, somehow.

You never forgot the measly science facts he threw at you. And the Peter Parker student that you shared Science classes with and table seats, along with his good friend, Ned Leeds.

Now it was all a blip of time. Something that you’d joke about with someone like Spider-Man. Though, you couldn’t. Unbearably, the ‘situations’ you both went through, it was too severe to even heal. Who would heal them? A seed bearer couldn’t possibly heal their souls. Too fragile, even to a tangible sense.

“Sit down, you’ll fall.” Spider-Man spoke, patting down a spot next to him. He was already sitting on the rail of the crane, legs swinging. When he didn’t hear your footsteps, he looked back, a silence of confusion and comfort fused together.

It was until a burning question slipped from your tongue. “Did you get distracted?” With this you sat down, not next to him, but at your steady place, the crane’s tower peak, your head was thrown back in exhaustion, the dark hiding you.

God dammit. Spider-Man and Peter Parker. Those two were never in the same room, or at least, you couldn’t recall it. His voice was nearly as identical as Spider’s, though nice and lifted, a pinch of neshness evident. Spider’s was… confident, matured and hoarse, sure and cocky.

You wanted to know.

“I just remembered everything now that you’ve mentioned that,” Spider-Man scoffed. “It’s like I’ve distracted you more than myself.” He teased, recalling the muffled ‘what the fuck’ as he swung from building to building.

You gulped, bringing your legs to your chest, laying your chin on top of your knees. Mask and suit on, keep in mind. “I can distract you.” You said, burying your face in your knees. You heard the Spider approaching, he inched himself by your side.

“You can’t just say that while you bury your face,” Spider said, a hint of disappointment in his voice. “You have to sound confident.” He said, though, his intention was to tease. He didn’t expect you to try again, this time, with your head high as you gazed towards him. Mask and suit on.

“I can distract you…” You inched closer, keeping a gap between the two of you. “If you keep your eyes closed.”

Spider-Man frowned, he wanted to see your face. But for the sake of whatever you were going to do, as if it wasn’t blatantly obvious enough for him, he would do it. He nodded sharply, a gulp in response, closing his eyes. “Are you okay with this?” He heard you say and he felt himself nod, as if in a dream.

With that, the gap between the two heroes was closed. You brought your lips with his, syncing with the feeling of warmth of the physical contact; the way his hands slid down your waist, the small graze of contact you held with his jaw, the way your lips connected, moving in with each other. Accepting the intimate moments of heaved breaths. And somewhere in between, you could feel him smile into the kiss.

You pulled apart, the both of you out of breath. You were thankful that your hair covered your face, for it was flushed. And you were thankful, it wasn’t as windy.

Spider-Man was taken aback, he side-eyed you, though pulled his gaze away from you. Surprised and startled (and perhaps, you could describe his heart stopped beating for a moment) that you didn’t have your mask on. He wanted to brush your hair away, pushing them behind your ear, just so he could see your pretty face. Though his self-control was high.

“So,” You started, the sound of your mask forged up. “Did that distract you?”

Spider scoffed, breathing in deeply. He looked up at the spinning sky. “The sky or the kiss?” He questioned, unaware and unconcerned about your figure in alert mode. He looked back at you, expecting a teasing answer in response. Though instead, you stood up. A weapon in your hand this time.

You rolled your eyes, gazing up at the sky. “What the fuck is Marc up to?”

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yes-i-am-happyaspie · 2 years

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It's been a while since I've had a nice long fic rec list cross my dash so, as my good friend said to me earlier today, I'm going to be the change I want to see.

Anyway, here are some of the in-progress Irondad fics and series been enjoying recently! (in no particular order)

❤ A Secret Or Two by Winterturtle @winter-turtle

Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings || Rated T

A single gunshot was all it took to turn the Parker family's lives upside-down. It's been rough couple of months, but Peter and May were slowly starting to pick up the pieces of their lives. For a moment, it was starting to feel normal again.

That is, until a mysterious man barged into their apartment, leading to a secret or two being revealed about both of them.

Or a (former) Shield agent May Parker fic because I couldn't find this trope anywhere.

❤ 5 times Peter Parker falls asleep in an uncomfortable position by lemonlillybee @lemonlillybee

Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings || Rated T

And 1 time he falls asleep like a normal person

❤ 5 Times Tony Tried to Be a Good Dad by InfinitesimalDna

Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings || Rated M

+1 time he knew he was.

Or, Tony trying to navigate new waters he never thought he would have to with the kid. He hopes he can handle at least one of 'em right.

❤ Social Butterfly Spidey by Jenniboo311 @jenniboo311

No Archive Warnings Apply || Rated T

A series filled with Spider-Man's adventures in social media.

❤ A New Point of View by waitingondaisies @waitingondaisies

No Archive Warnings Apply || Rated T

Peter doesn't hesitate before ditching school to go help fight the weird, purple, goo energy type stuff that's coming out of a portal over Manhattan. Perhaps he should have, though, because when he and Tony breathe the stuff in, they end up swapping bodies. With Dr. Strange not answering his phone, Peter and Tony are stuck living each others' lives for the time being. Really, though, what could go wrong?

❤ one single thread of gold by tonystarktrash

No Archive Warnings Apply || Rated M

Tony's answer to the final question of whether he would ever allow contact to be made prior to his offspring’s 18th birthday had been instinctive. Tony had checked ‘no’ and had clicked the end of the pen, satisfied by a job well done. A quiet voice at the back of his mind, the voice of his mother, had caused him to scribble over ‘no’ until the bottom of the page was almost entirely consumed by ink. Then, his handwriting cramped but legible, Tony had written yes — in case of medical emergencies or death of legal guardian(s).

a drunken dare made six years ago leads to a phone call that changes tony stark's life.

❤ Catch Your Own Happiness by truelovetakesawhile

Archive Warnings Apply! || Rated M

When Tony finds a strange, spidery experiment locked underground in a Hydra facility, he takes it upon himself to try rehabilitating a teenager who knows nothing about the outside world.

❤ The ghost at the back of your closet by niniblack @niniblack

Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings || Rated M

The DODC makes good on their threat to charge May with child endangerment, sending Peter into foster care. But in a universe where Tony Stark is still alive, his actions have repercussions as well, and May Parker isn’t the only one fighting to get custody of her child back.

Meanwhile, Peter’s left completely alone and unable to contact any of his loved ones, trying to navigate a system he thought he’d left behind after his aunt and uncle picked him up a few weeks after his parents’ deaths. And he’s absolutely not going to let anything like what happened to him happen to Morgan, no matter what he has to do to make sure she’s safe.

❤ Tales from the Tower MedBay by Call_Me_Coley @call-me-coley

No Archive Warnings Apply || Rated G

Also known as “MedBay Adventures” with a specific focus on Irondad and Spiderson, and of course some Avengers and Ironfam will be stopping by!

A series of unrelated drabbles and oneshots that revolve around the Tower’s MedBay cuz if we’re being honest, you know those walls have got some stories to tell.

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felicitysmoaksx · 9 months

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Hi everyone! Not much to say here except this chapter is probably the fluffiest yet in this universe. There is a bit of an ambiguous ending with Hank though so you can decide what Sarah does in this scenario. Or at least until I post another chapter because I adore this version of the series so much and when I think it's the last chapter, I get another idea haha. And for all of you wondering where the next chapter of Bottled Up Feelings are Silently Screaming is at, it's coming. I just hit a bit of writer's block. But it's coming. I might also have another version of this series where Sarah was paralyzed from the last down. But I don't know if that's something people would be interested in reading or if it'd be just interesting to me. So leave me an answer in the comments or tell me in my askbox on Tumblr. Song Recs for this chapter: You’re In Love- Taylor Swift, I'll Keep You Safe- Sleeping At Last, At Least- Jessica Baio Happy Reading!

Rating: Explicit (Minors DNI 18+)

Summary: Hank says enough is enough and learns about Sarah's new boyfriend while Connor learns something new about Sarah. Which leads to a heart-to-heart between the two.

Word Count: 4.5k

Warnings: None that I can see except for a few implicit dangerous scenes and explicit smut

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There was a stilted silence in the air. Sarah bit her bottom lip before she sighed and stood from the table. Making her way into the kitchen, she watched Hank move about the kitchen for a moment. Another month had passed without them talking and her pseudo-father had finally said enough. He had all but summoned her here tonight. (Well he said it was another family dinner. But when she got to the house she learned, it would just be her and Hank.)

“Are you sure you don’t need help?” She asked quietly. When he told her it was just going to be them tonight, Hank had tried to soften the blow by telling her he was making her favorite meal. (And quite possibly it was also a bribe to get her to stay when she realized no one else was coming.)

Her pseudo-father shook his head, waving her offer away. “I’m almost done. But you could take our drinks to the table.”

Sarah nodded, grabbed the two glasses of tea, and walked them to the dining room table. She sat down and once more there was that silence. A stilted silence that made the curly-haired brunette fidget with nerves.

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“Hey, Doc!” Stella greeted him enthusiastically with a grin as she turned to hand another customer their drink. Then she turned back to grin at him. “Another day at the office?”

“Another day,” he agreed, nodding his head. “Manhattan please, Stella.”

Then Connor noticed Detective Lindsay sitting at a table off to the side with a blonde woman, “And another round for Detective Lindsay and her friend please.”

“You got it.”

Erin, who heard her name, smirked at her sister’s boyfriend before she waved him over. She scooted over and he took the seat she had been occupying. “Are you trying to earn some brownie points with me, Dr. Rhodes?”

“I want to make a good impression.” Connor shrugged, feigning nonchalance. But maybe there was some truth in the police detective’s words because Erin and Sarah were close. If Erin didn’t like him, it wouldn’t be good for his relationship with Sarah. “I know you and Sarah are very close. But I thought you had a family dinner tonight. At least that’s what Sarah told me.”

“Hank just told her that. They need to talk and this is Hank’s way of doing that. I didn’t know about his plan till I left the district today.” Sarah’s big sister told him, shaking her head, before she turned to her friend. The blonde was trying to contain laughter. “Annie, this is Sarah’s new boyfriend who isn’t so new, apparently. Connor, this is Annie. We’ve been friends since we were kids, but you might recognize her as Travis’ mom.”

A light of reconnection flared in Connor’s blue eyes. “That’s right. Is he doing okay? I know that day was a lot for anyone.”

“Kids are very resilient. Two days later he was fine. Honestly, I was more shaken than he was. It helped that Sarah was there with him. The little danger magnet, though she is, kept him calm and safe. That’s all I could ask for.”

It was an off-handed comment, by the way Annie said it but it still caught Connor’s attention.

“Danger Magnet?” He repeated and his eyes drifted to stare at Erin. The woman sighed, shaking her head. “Annie,”

“What? Come on Erin. You’ve even said it yourself, it’s like that switch that controls fear flips the other direction with her. Especially when someone else is in danger. Look at last month with Olive.”

Or the month before that with the ED on lockdown.

“Last month? You’re talking about when she got burned?” Connor asked, looking from the police detective to her friend. Erin nodded. “According to Olive, Justin’s wife. Sarah pushed her out of the way just before she could get burned.”

“And that’s just one example,” Annie said as Stella brought their drinks to their table. With a smile of thanks, their friend/firefighter/bartender left to go tend to other customers. “Go ahead, tell him about that day in the train station.”

Erin looked like she really didn’t want to and Connor almost told her she didn’t have to, but Annie had already opened the door. Besides that, he was curious. So with a heavy sigh and a large pull of her drink, the detective began her story.

“Sarah was coming back from a trip to New York. She was looking at medical schools and wasn’t totally sold on Northwestern yet. We were supposed to pick her up at Penn Station. And we were there, but we were also on a case that day too. Antonio Dawson’s son-” Sarah’s sister broke off and the dark-haired surgeon felt his stomach drop and fill with something like dread.

“She heard us talking about a suspect. Saw the guy and Diego Dawson boarding a bus. Next thing we know, we’ve lost her and Voight has a text message from her saying Diego was on a bus. Then we get the driver on the phone and she is telling us there’s a female cop on her bus. Non-uniformed. But she just flashed her badge. I was the only plain clothes cop there. …Instead of telling us what she thought she saw, Sarah had pickpocketed my badge off of my hip and had gotten on that bus with Antonio's son. Because he was in danger.”

“But it was the anniversary of Camille’s death. We all kind of spiral on that day anyways.” Erin finished the story with a sad sigh. Even Annie’s amused face morphed into one of solemn sadness.

“I can’t believe that it’s been eight years already,” Annie said softly. Seeing Connor’s confused face, Sarah’s big sister clarified, “Hank’s late wife. Ovarian Cancer.”

An understanding look passed over the surgeon's face. Sarah had talked about Erin, Justin, Hank, Olive, Erin’s brother: Teddy, and even to some extent Erin’s and Teddy’s mother: Bunny. But she never mentioned Hank having a wife. It made sense though. Justin Voight had to come from somewhere.

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“Erin mentioned that you have a boy these days?” They were almost halfway through their dinner when Hank brought up Connor. Sarah nearly choked mid-bite. Swallowing tightly, she wiped her mouth with a napkin and coughed.

“Did she?” She continued to cough before she reached for her glass and swallowed the rest of her drink in two gulps. She wondered if Erin telling Hank about Connor was her pseudo-sister’s way of getting the heat off of her and Jay because Sarah didn’t think they found a way to tell Hank about them being a couple yet.

Her pseudo-father nodded his head, “She said that you’ve been seeing him for a while too. That it was getting serious?”

“Five months. Give or take a month,” Sarah answered with a deep flush filling her cheeks. Sarah knew it was on its way to being serious, but was five months actually serious? Despite her many attempts to give it back to him, Connor never took his spare key back from her. That key now lived on her key ring while he just got another spare key made for his apartment. He also had a key to her apartment now too even though (She was pleased to report that he fit in her bed. But just barely.) she spent five nights out of the week at his place.

Hank tilted his head, regarding her with perceptive eyes. “How’d you meet him?”

“At the hospital. He’s a surgeon there. I’ve actually known him for a while at a distance. Since I started at Med for my ED rotation. We didn’t get close until a few months back.” Sarah explained as she pushed some vegetables around her plate. Her pseudo-father clicked his tongue.

“Another person from the hospital,” he murmured slowly. Sarah heard the apprehension in his voice and the brunette frowned. She shook her head, “It’s not like that. He’s not like Joey, Hank. He treats me well. It’s probably my best relationship as an adult.”

Her pseudo-father was still gazing at her with that critical look. Avoiding his eyes, Sarah scooped some of the food on her plate into her mouth.

“You think you’ll marry him?” The choking and coughing noise? Yeah, that was coming from her.

“What?? No!” she sputtered, still coughing. Then she thought about it and shrugged. Because now the brunette was actually thinking about it. Feeling a little sheepish because truthfully? Even though her future was blurry with Connor, it seemed to drift a little more into focus each day. (Sarah, what are you saying? You haven’t even said ‘I love you yet.’)

“I don’t know. It’s still too early to tell.”

“You know, I knew I’d marry Camille early on.” He told her with that same wan smile. The one she saw before the car exploded. Sarah felt her hand clench around her fork. It wasn’t like Hank to stall. He wasn’t the type to beat around the bush. Setting the piece of silverware down, the brunette sighed.

“Why don’t you just tell me why I’m really here, Hank?” The brunette asked him and when he sighed; she continued, “Because you wouldn’t bring me here just to talk about my love life.”

“I wouldn’t if you would be talking to me at all these days. Take one of my phone calls in the last few months.” Hank said quietly, standing to take the plates to the kitchen. There it was. She followed him to the kitchen.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” Hank said and Sarah remained silent. Just like Hank promised to be with her till the world blew up, they also made a promise to never lie to each other. Even if things were bad. Especially if things were bad.

“You lied to me.” Her pseudo-father raised an eyebrow at her accusation as well as the tone of her voice. She continued, “Charlie. Him being back not only in the state of Illinois but in Chicago.”

Hank sighed, “I didn’t lie to you, Sarah. I just didn’t tell you-”

“No,” Sarah’s voice was so cold and crisp; that it could cut through metal. “Don’t you dare try to pull that. An omission is still a lie. You of all people taught me that.”

“Sarah, It was an investigation.” Hank turned away from her as he turned on the kitchen sink faucet to start the dishes.

“But what about after the investigation was over? When you arrested him…What was stopping you from telling me then?” Sarah pressed him, her hands clenched into fists. He sighed again and she felt her hands curl in even tighter.

Hank dried his hands. Then he rested a hand on her shoulder, “Sarah, I know you’re not a kid anymore. You aged out of the system years ago and I know I’m not your guardian anymore ”

“But as I’ve always said, you’re my kid. No blood or piece of paper is stopping the fact that you’re my daughter. So I’m going to try and protect you whenever I can. You’ve taken enough lumps in your life since I’ve met you and I’m not always going to explain myself and you’re not going to like that. That is okay. You can be mad at me all you want or need to. But never forget that I love you. That I do these things because I love you.”

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“Sarah? You here?” Connor called out, dropping his messenger bag by the door and his keys on the kitchen counter. The television was on when he unlocked his front door and the backlights in his kitchen were on, but the lights in the living room were off. Sarah usually did that because she liked the dim lighting with the glow the city lights cast into his apartment.

Connor saw her hand shoot up from the couch before he heard Sarah’s soft moan. It sounded like she had been asleep. With a small smile, he made his way over to her. When he saw his girlfriend bundled up, he chuckled a little. “The bed would probably be more comfortable.”

“Didn’t seem late enough to go to bed yet. Plus I was trying to wait up for you. By the way, I brought you some leftovers if you’re hungry. They’re in the fridge.” She yawned as she started to sit up. The dark-haired man felt himself soften. It almost took his mind off of the story Erin had told him earlier. Almost.

“Thanks. But Maggie forced me to take a late lunch break so I’m not that hungry.” He mumbled quietly as he bent down and cupped her face to press a quick kiss to her lips. Then he slipped an arm under her legs and wrapped the other around her waist before he lifted her into the air.

“Connor, I can walk.” Sarah protested even though she nuzzled her head into his neck and her arms looped around his neck.

“Sarah, I can carry you,” Connor mimicked her tone, stopping by the door. “Lock the door for me, baby? My hands are kind of tied up.”

“Whose fault is that?” Sarah teased him as a yawn left her mouth, but she flipped both locks on the door. In response to her teasing, he kissed her forehead. He lingered.

“Are you okay?” She asked, narrowing her brown orbs at him. Though her sleepy haze clouded her gaze and made her pointed look miss its mark.

No, with what he was told tonight Connor he was very much not okay because his girlfriend seemed to have a knack for running headfirst into danger...and he had no bubble wrap large enough to wrap around her frame. He moved to the bedroom. “Fine. Just tired. Why do you ask?”

“You kissed me on the forehead and lingered. You only do that when I’m sick, hurt or something is bugging you. And I’m not sick or hurt. So that leaves the third option.” She told him, rubbing her eyes as she was set on his bed.

“You did laundry?” Connor asked when he saw the basket of laundry. The curly-haired brunette nodded falling back on the bed. “After my dinner, I needed something to do and I noticed your scrubs were dirty. I also changed the sheets on the bed since you said the other day, you had been meaning to do it. But the dirty ones are washed and in the dryer.”

“You didn’t have to do that,” Connor told her before he walked the basket to the bathroom so he could fold it tomorrow. He didn’t always use the closet in the bathroom, but he had shuffled things around so Sarah had space for her stuff too.

“Connor, I spend five nights out of the week here. Sometimes more than that and you do my laundry when I leave stuff here. I can help out. Besides, I needed something to do. My dinner with Hank was something. And it was just Hank and I, by the way, he lied about Erin and Justin being there.”

“I know. I ran into your sister and her friend Annie, at Molly’s earlier. Erin told me what was going on.” He called as he walked back to her. “Her and Annie had some interesting stories about you. They told me you’re a danger magnet.”

His blue eyes trailed after her as he leaned against the bathroom door frame, facing into his bedroom. He watched as she tumbled out of his bed and then pulled one of his long-sleeved t-shirts out of the dresser, before she swapped the one she had on her body for it. It fell to the middle of her thighs.“Had a few stories to prove it too.”

“What do you want me to say here, Connor?” She yawned while he prowled more into the room, shucking his jeans and shirt. “If I see someone I care about in danger, and I have the power to get them out of it then of course I’m going to take the chance.”

Scoffing, he pulled her into his arms, dropping his forehead to hers. “Even if it means at the expense of you?”

His brunette beauty avoided looking in his eyes while she shrugged. A growl left Connor’s mouth while he tipped her chin up to meet his eyes. Her brown eyes were sad while his were filled with a fiery anger. “You can’t jump in and save everyone, Sarah. It’s just not possible.”

History was repeating itself because he said those exact words to her two years earlier.

“I might not be able to save everyone but watch me try either way.” She responded in an almost petulant tone of voice. Connor released another growl of frustration and moved his knee in between her legs as he lifted her up to sit on the bed. His stubborn stubborn girlfriend.

“But what about the people that care about you? What happens to them when something happens to you? Your dad, sister, and brother? Your friends?” Me? He left himself out of the question, but from the way her brown eyes softened, she heard the unspoken word.

She was back to not meeting Connor’s gaze as she admitted quietly, “I’m expendable, Connor.”

“What the hell-”

“There was a time that I didn’t think I’d make it to see my sixteenth birthday. I was nine the first time that thought entered my mind. And I know how fucked up that sounds. I knew it was fucked up then. And I don’t know. Maybe, even though I know I made it past that birthday and I’m healthy. Nothing short of a freak accident happening right now. Part of me-the unconscious part of me that is still that scared kid, because no matter how hard I try, I can’t seem to get rid of her and she still thinks she is living on borrowed time.”

Dread filled his stomach because if this was truly the way she thought about herself…Her brown orbs turned glassy as tears gathered in her eyes. “I know that sounds awful. But if I’m going to die…I want my death to mean something.”

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No words seemed to be able to convey what he wanted to say. How he wanted to shake her and make her see reason. She wasn’t expendable; she never would be. At least not to her family or to him. So Connor crushed his lips to hers in a desperate kiss as he brought her body closer. No room was left between them. His tongue fighting with hers. The brunette beauty in his arms whimpered, cupping his face in her small hands. She scooted back a little so her legs could wrap around his waist. Connor crawled after her. With a gasp, Sarah pulled away with her lips feeling a little swollen from Connor’s kiss.

“Connor,” she moaned when he angled his head so he could press open-mouthed kisses to her neck. “Connor,”

Hands seemed to trace down her body. Everywhere she felt branded by his handprints as they pressed softly into her skin. Her back arched as those hands slipped under her shirt. Connor rasped against her skin, “Arms up, baby. I want you naked right now.”

Sarah giggled and did as she was told. As the shirt left her body she said playfully, “But I’ll be cold.”

“That’s why you have me,” he growled when she bucked against him. The shirt fell to the floor. Then settling his hips against hers, he pressed his lips to her jaw as he reached behind her to undo her bra. The cool air made her nipples harden as he threw the garment on the floor. Connor’s ocean-blue eyes darkened at the sight. It made Sarah grin.

She had a set of lingerie she had bought months back in a spur-of-the-moment buy with the man on top of her in mind because it was in his favorite color and accented her cleavage especially, very nicely. But she hadn’t had the confidence to wear it because when she bought the underwear set, she wasn’t sure if buying lingerie for a guy she just sleeping with was socially acceptable. She hadn’t worn the set in the last two months because she worried she would be uncomfortable with the laces in the back agitating her healing burns.

She whined when he wouldn’t let her buck against him. “Connor! Don’t tease. Just fuck me,”

“No,” his voice was a low rumble in her ear. He pressed a kiss there too. “I’m not fucking you tonight.”

“What? Conn-” she started and was cut off by her boyfriend’s lip capturing hers. She moaned and he swallowed the sound. Her hands drifted to his hair. Now it was her boyfriend who pulled away first. Another whine left Sarah’s mouth.

“Patience baby.” He murmured against her skin before he leaned up a little. She watched through hooded eyes as he trailed a hand down her stomach. Then it disappeared from view and she felt his fingers against her clit through the fabric of her boyshorts. She jumped a little at the sensation at first before she settled, spreading her legs wider for him. “Ohhh,”

“Already wet and I haven’t really done anything.” He mumbled licking a path up her stomach to her breast with the tip of his tongue. She couldn’t even find it in herself to feel embarrassed.

“My body knows you.” She mewled the words as an explanation as Connor teased her nipple again by swirling the tip of his tongue around it. “Please, Connor!”

“You need to be wetter for what I have planned though.” He rasped and that voice. That voice and the way he spoke in bed alone could have her dripping in a matter of minutes. But it wasn’t like she didn’t have her own tricks up her sleeve too.

“And what-Oh!” She was interrupted by him sucking her nipple into his mouth. After sucking on it briefly, he released it with a wet pop. Then she was crying out as he sucked a biting mark just underneath where he had been moments earlier. It added to the collection of love bites she already had. The words that fell out of her mouth were a mere pant and unintelligible, but she finally managed to calm down enough to purr, “And what do you have planned, Dr. Rhodes?”

“Fuck,” Her boyfriend moaned against her skin. But with the way Connor’s body was pressed against hers, Sarah could feel how much her words affected him without the verbal noise. She grinned as he kissed a path back up to her lips. Another bruising kiss was pressed to her already swollen lips.

Her hands drifted back to his inky black hair and she tugged on the strands. He pulled away from her lips to tug at her ear lobe with his teeth before he whispered, “I plan on making love to you slowly and thoroughly. I want you wet enough that we can hear it as my cock enters and leaves you. Over and over again.”

Her teeth sunk into his shoulder a moment later to muffle the loud moan that left her mouth. It wasn’t often that Connor talked dirty like that to her. It was only broken out on special occasions. And she knew from reading romance novel after romance novel in college, that this dirty talk was milder than most. But it excited the curly-haired brunette in just the right way.

He moaned before he leaned over and took a condom out of his nightstand. Then he removed both of their undergarments still remaining and rolled it on himself. He situated himself against her center.

“Expendable was the word you used baby?” He mumbled, pressing another kiss to her jaw. With her eyes widened, she nodded mutely. Humming Connor instructed her to wrap her arms around his neck, “I want to feel you, Sarah…That’s my girl. Because that’s what you are. Mine. My girl.”

With those words, he thrust into her shallowly. They both moaned.

In and out. In a slow steady pace. It was almost like he was teasing her but more intense. They could hear the squelching as well as the slap of their skins. But that wasn’t what filled Sarah’s ears until she and her lover both came; it was the possessive word Connor kept repeating like a mantra. “Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine...”

“Yours,” Sarah echoed as she reached her high. Nails clawing into his back. Choking out another moan, “Yours.”

Connor fell into that pleasurable high a moment later with a throaty groan.

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Afterward, when Connor had cleaned her up (Because he wouldn’t let her do it herself.) and put cream over the burns on her back, (Okay, that’s because she couldn’t reach her burns herself.) and put his shirt back on her, (“I undressed you, baby. A gentleman always takes care of their woman.”) they settled against each other in bed. Sarah nuzzled her face into his fuzzy chest.

“Not that I’m in any way complaining, but what was that?” She whispered, peering up at him from her place on his chest. A worn-out smile on her lips. The arm around her waist tightened as he used his other hand card through her curls.

“Run head first into danger all you want to. I’m not deluded enough to think I could change that about you. Even if it makes me want to shake some sense into you, I don’t think I want to change that about you.” He started softly, “But you are not expendable baby. You have people that care about you.”

He paused to cup her jaw so she was looking at him, “I care about you, Sarah. I love you.”

Their blurry future just got starkly more in focus with those three little words. (She didn’t fail to see the irony that she had just thought about those words just earlier this evening.) It was a scary feeling to realize that they weren’t just on their way to serious anymore. They were right smack dab in the middle of serious. But the more Sarah thought about it, the more she realized…

“I love you too.” She whispered back, pressing a kiss to the hand holding her chin. Because truthfully, Connor’s warm embrace had become a place of safety for her. His warm citrus scent filled her with similar security to what she felt at home. Connor had become home for her. Despite all of the denying she did and attempts to keep herself from getting too attached to him, that’s why she asked Maggie to get him the night she got burned. She pecked his lips, urging him quietly with a bright grin. “Say it again.”

“I love you, baby.” His tone was soft and muted. His smile was gentle as he brushed her curls back and traced a finger down her cheek. Another kiss on his lips was his reward, “I love you too.”

#Chicago Med #Chicago PD #One Chicago #Sarah Reese #Hank Voight #Connor Rhodes #Erin Lindsay #Rheese #Voight Family Values #my writing

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bulkyphrase · 10 months

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Cap-IM Rec Week - Golden Oldie Thursday

Day 4 of @cap-ironman's rec week event!

It was hard to pick from all my pre-2019 bookmarks, so my criteria for this list were a little more limited than the prompt. These are some of my favorite fics that are more than 10 years old, and haven't appeared on one of my previous rec lists.

A Particular Style by sinuous_curve (MCU | Explicit | No Archive Warnings Apply | 3,640 words)

Date: August 12, 2012

Summary: “The erotic tale of one camp counselor’s descent into lesbian madness?” Toni rattles off the summary, pressing the back of her hand to her forehead in a swoon that Steph can’t see. “I can’t fault your taste. It was always one of my favorites.”

Betwixt by tsukinofaerii (616 | Not Rated | Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con | 7,968 words)

Date: October 31, 2009

Summary: Steve is pulled into an alternate universe that could have been plucked from his nightmares. All he wants to do is get home alive. Tony may have other ideas.

The Wheels of Inevitability by sinuous_curve (MCU | Explicit | No Archive Warnings Apply | 1,241 words)

Date: October 31, 2012

Summary: “You know, once in high school I got into an argument about whether or not the serum made your tits bigger,” Toni says, threading a loop of black cord down the center of Steph’s sternum.

More below the cut!

Apparently Only One Meal From Barbarism by valtyr (616 | Explicit | Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con | 2,172 words)

Date: September 19, 2010

Summary: The Savage Land: "All kinds of mutates and dinosaurs and big cheetahs and a surprising amount of acceptable nudity." - Spider-Man

Incident Report by justanotherStonyfan (MCU | Not Rated | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | 5,058 words)

Date: March 18, 2013

Summary: Everything would have been fine if Fury had just let them sleep before the debrief, but no, that would be too easy. But Super-Soldiers need their sleep, and problems are caused when they don't get it. Billionaires, though...they hardly need to sleep at all, right?

For Sale, One Super Soldier, Slightly Used by valtyr (MCU | Explicit | No Archive Warnings Apply | 1,692 words)

Date: September 24, 2010

Summary: Movieverse hookerfic. Don't judge me. I guess maybe issues of consent in the social pressure kind of way?

Heroes and Devils by marinarusalka (616 | Teen And Up Audiences | No Archive Warnings Apply | 35,275 words)

Date: September 20, 2011

Summary: Three years after Dr. Doom cast the entire island of Manhattan into the dark depths of the Echo Bazaar, life goes on. The people of Lowered Manhattan, including the Avengers, have adapted as best they could to their shadowy new existence. But then the Avengers find themselves in possession of a mysterious locked box that could save them all -- if it doesn't kill Tony first.

A Fire to be Kindled by drifloon (MCU | Teen And Up Audiences | No Archive Warnings Apply | 15,685 words)

Date: December 09, 2012

Summary: It makes perfect sense, of course. The serum gave Steve the perfect body, so why wouldn’t it also give him the perfect mind? In the quietness of his own mind, Tony can admit he’s a little stung Steve didn’t tell him, but he’s not really surprised. (Or: the one where Steve is smarter than Tony, and neither of them deal well.)

Bonded, Not Broken by Jaune_Chat (@jaune-chat) (MCU | Mature | Underage | 5,364 words)

Date: March 08, 2013

Summary: In a world where a touch reveals your soulmate, Steve Rogers, never frozen, thought he'd never find his perfect match. Until the day he's fifty years old and held newborn Tony Stark in his arms. Then he realized the man he'd been destined to love his whole life had just arrived. But how in the world could they ever be together, with a half-century of years between them?

as they learned to see by often_adamanta (MCU | Teen And Up Audiences | No Archive Warnings Apply | 11,643 words)

Date: May 30, 2013

Summary: Tony stayed silent through her terse explanation, anger growing. When Natasha was finished, he asked, “So you’re telling me that Steve’s been missing for almost two months, most likely kidnapped by an unknown organization, a force which employs two brilliant but completely crazy scientists that hate Stark Industries because they were refused jobs on the basis of their psych evals, and I’m only hearing about this now?”

we don't need a heart of gold, we need the heart of a lion by Zekkass (MCU | Explicit | No Archive Warnings Apply | 16,879 words)

Date: April 17, 2012

Summary: 'You know what's an interesting plot bunny? And I'm sorry in advance. If Captain America was an alternate personality of Steve's or vice versa.'

#capimrecweek #stony #steve rogers #tony stark #marvel fic rec

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Near Zero preview.

summary: Brought into be part of the Manhattan Project, your old physics professor sees you in a new light.

a/n: Though based on real life characters, this is J. Robert Oppenheimer as played by Cillian Murphy, a fictional character.

This is my first time writing reader fic, so please be kind! I've had this swimming around in my head for the last couple months and finally decided to get started. Big thanks to @indulgence-be-thy-name for encouraging me. I also could not have done this without the constant inspiration of @stargazingfangirl18 whose stories first got me interested in reading reader fic. ❤️

rating: eventually E (no smut in this preview)

When you see him now, he’s so different to the last time, but he’s unmistakably the same man. Now, he wears a broad hat and carries a pipe as he approaches you in the empty room.

“I was wondering when you would show up,” he says, and his smile opens him up completely.

“Dr. Oppenheimer,” you reply, shaking his hand. “I didn’t know if you were meeting me.”

“Wouldn’t want to miss it,” he replies, though he sounds distracted. “What do you know?”

You belong in a think tank, but not on a podium proclaiming these theories. You could work in a team, which was why you supposed your name came up for this.

“My country needs me,” you reply.

“And your country will be glad to have you. Have a seat.”

The last time he saw you, you dressed like someone that didn’t care about making a good impression.

“Mm, thank you,” you murmur. You exhale, watching as he pulls back, extinguishing it with a short puff of air.

He stares down at the burnt-out match for a couple seconds before he looks back at you again, his brows furrowing.

“This opportunity means reaching beyond what we have before scientifically,” he says, and you take another pull from your cigarette.

You speak around your smoke. “This is to do with Nazi weapons, isn’t it.”

“They split the atom,” he replies, and you nod. “And since you’re here, it means you’ve been cleared to be part of our great endeavour.”

The ‘our’ would be ‘his’ to a lot of people. You know better, having seen the hundreds of people outside.

“I need like-minded people,” he says.

“What could I contribute? I wasn’t one of your best.”

“You were,” he amends, lowering his voice a little. “You just didn’t participate outside of a school building. You were invited.”

Your eyes swing to meet his and you recall that Oppie reputation, that he was a womanizer underneath the genius. It never meant to be aimed towards you, that charm. Or so you assumed.

“I’m not the type to enjoy crowds,” you reply. “It’s character flaw of mine.”

You were speaking just like your parents, the ones that had not encouraged you to pursue academia. Being a homemaker, someone with a reliable husband was what they wanted for you.

“Would you have come, if I asked you to, personally?” he asks.

His question throws you, and you stammer out: “N-now, or back then?”

“I asked for you both times,” he says.

For the first time, you blush. Hoping he ignores this, you smoke some more to clear your head. You had almost forgotten about his ability to make you flustered.

“If you asked me to come to a class party personally, I would have said yes,” you admit.

You dare to glance his way again, stomach flipping. So much for being a more polished version of yourself, you’re back to being mousey and strange under those intense eyes.

“That’s a pity,” he murmurs. “But I’m glad you’re here now.”

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Karaoke Night | Dr Strange x Fem!Reader

| just a good ole fic

| 3165 words

| RATED 13+. just fluff here.

| The sorcerer supreme, the master of the mystic arts, and the disciple walk in to a karaoke bar on a Saturday night, fun ensues.

| NOTE: this is best read while listening to the made playlist. have fun reading! check out the playlist HERE. (you can also find the playlist at the end of the post)

You heard the door creak open and you looked up from your book to see Master Wong enter your study room. He’s got that look in his eye and you knew exactly what would be the words that he’s about to say.

“Are you up for some karaoke tonight?” he asked.

He knows it’s an offer you could not pass up, honestly, why does he even bother asking? He already knows you love karaoke, even if you don’t participate in the actual singing. Wong, on the other hand, loves karaoke too, and singing.

“How could I refuse?” you stood up from your seat and marked the book.

“Is he coming?” you asked as the two of you walked down the hallway.

“I’ll make sure of it.” Wong said and continued down the hallway, with a mission in his every stride.

As it was a cold night in Manhattan tonight, yet you still opted to dress into a casual dress, and of course your platform boots. You rarely dress down as you spend the majority of your days wearing training robes and tunics, and so you grabbed the opportunity given to you tonight, to wear one of the limited number of dresses you own. You studied yourself in the mirror, deciding if you should put on a bit of makeup or at least fix your hair into something acceptable than its usual mess. You decided to do both.

When you stepped down the grand staircase of the Sanctum, you spotted Wong and Stephen standing by the door. They dressed casually too, but you can’t help admire Stephen’s style. He looked simply handsome in his chambray shirt topped with his black sweater. You also can’t help notice the grump painted on his beautiful face, his brows furrowed and his lips thinned into a line. You suppress a laugh; in fear you might become the spotlight of his teasing tonight.

Stephen caught your vision in the corner of his eye. He must admit that he’s not in the mood to go out and mingle with other people tonight. As soon as Wong peeked his head in his study, he said no. But then he thought, it’s karaoke night, that means you’re coming.

And that’s a moment he could not miss out. Karaoke night means you’d let your hair loose and you’d make every moment out of it having fun.

He’d rather miss a ton of mystic spell readings than miss your pretty smile.

Plus, this could be the night he’d get you to step on the platform, hold the microphone, and sing.

Yours and Stephen’s eyes meet and instantly, his face softens into a smile. It was an involuntary movement. Stephen sometimes wonders if something is wrong with his facial muscles because as soon as he sees you, his face relaxes, his lips ease into a smile. He’s so close to diagnosing himself with a pseudobulbar effect, he’s a doctor after all, but then it could just be a bad case of you. He hopes it’s the latter.

You stood next to them as you slipped on your coat and Stephen took a minute to admire you. You looked positively stunning in your dress, he needed a minute to stop his heart and resuscitate himself. And when you looked back over your shoulder and gave him a grin, Stephen was sure his soul just floated into the seventh circle of heaven.

He must admit, his silly crush on you is getting worse with each passing day. You invaded his mind like an incessant thought, your voice and your laugh like an earworm in his ear. He fears he might be falling in love with you every single day, but as Christine once said to him, “face your fears.”

This could be the night he finally follows her advice.

You and Wong started to babble about the songs he’s going to sing as you stepped through the portal to the karaoke bar. Wong said he’s going to sing Hotel California, and you have to laugh, of course he’s going to sing that classic, it’s his favorite. You noticed Stephen was quiet, not like his usual sharp-tongued self.

“You okay?” you asked him as you stepped back to walk with him.

“Fine, just saving my voice.” he looked down and saw you smile, your eyes twinkling.

“Hope you up your game this time Strange, you’re on a losing streak.” you giggled.

“I’m starting to think you have a crush on Wong, you always pick him as the winner.” he huffed.

“Hey! I don’t pick him; he just has a better singing voice.”

“I doubt that!”

“Not my fault your throat was scratchy last week, Stephen.” he rolled his eyes at your retort and stopped walking. You stopped too and looked at him.

“I’m going to win this time, Y/N. Mark my words.” he gazed at you, his eyes cold and you could see the promise behind in every black pool of his eyes.

“What if you don’t?” you stepped closer to him.

“I’ll make sure that I’ll win tonight.” he said, and you could feel his warmth of breath and the depth of his voice. Your eyes drift from his eyes to his lips, and he did the same, finding your lips more interesting than anything.

If he steps closer, just an inch closer to you, he’d finally know what your lips would taste like. And if you did the same, you’d finally know how truly soft his lips are, you’d finally know what it’s like to have his beautiful lips against yours. If only the two of you had the courage to do that, to find out for yourselves what the two of you have been missing, but Wong whistled, bringing you back to now, and urging you two to hurry up because you might lose the karaoke room he’s reserved.

You broke the trance by holding his hand and leading him through the crowded bar. When you two entered the private room, Wong was already entering his first entries, excited to start the night. You commenced the night in your own way, by slowly drinking the apple flavored beers that come free every time you rent a karaoke room. When Wong stepped aside to let Stephen enter his song numbers, you flipped on the mini disco ball and the first bars of Hotel California filled the room.

“Welcome to the Hotel California! Such a lovely place…” you sang along as Wong’s voice boomed through the room.

“Such a lovely face…” Stephen echoed the lyrics, finding it hard to avoid staring at you.

You swayed your body in time with the rhythm, starting to loosen up. Stephen too, did the same, after taking a few sips of liquid courage. And when the guitar solo came in, Stephen imitated it and you stood next to him, trying to outperform him. When the song ended, you clapped and cheered. Stephen stepped up on the platform and grabbed the mic, tapped it and Hall and Oates’ You Make My Dreams Come True started to rock the room.

“You make my dreams come true,” Stephen sang and pointed at you.

“I do?!” you played along and screamed through the music like his number one fan. Who are you even kidding? You are his number one fan; you just hope he knows it.

“Yeah you do!” Stephen’s reply was heard throughout the room and he gave you a wink.

He continued to buck his hips along the music and you swear, he’s got hips like Mick Jagger. He was undeniably gorgeous under the colorful lights; his hair was starting to get disheveled and his smile lines were back. You watch him in awe as he brings the song to an end, his voice flawlessly hitting every note.

As he stepped down the platform, you applauded, your hands stinging at how hard you did it. Your eyes glittered in admiration for him and Stephen caught a glimpse of it, the bright lights reflecting in your eyes.

“This next song is for you Y/N!” Wong whooped and the familiar beats of Africa by Toto filled the tiny karaoke room.

“He turned to me as if to say, ‘hurry Strange she’s waiting there for you!’” Wong sang and gave Stephen a pointed stare. The sorcerer supreme definitely knows what’s up between you and Strange. Wong is getting disappointed at his friend for he still hasn’t got on his big boy pants and admitted to you that he’s got feelings for you.

“It’s gonna take a lot to drag me away from youuu…” Stephen sang along and looked at you with a smile.

“There’s nothing that a hundred men or more could ever dooo…” you sang and braved a glance at Stephen.

He was looking at you and your cheeks started to burn. He smiled and decided to save you from being flustered. He did so by standing closer to you and putting his arm around your shoulders, together swaying and singing along to the remaining lyrics of the song. In his close presence, you felt instantly and ultimately better, you just wished the dancing lights hid your blushing cheeks.

The next song showed off Stephen’s smooth baritone voice. True by Spandau Ballet.

“Why do I find it hard to write the next line? Oh, I want the truth to be said.” he sang the lyrics, he had no trouble singing the song as he knew it by heart. But different words floated in his mind; Why do I find it hard to say that I love you? Oh, I want my truth to be said…

“Ha ha ha haa haaa, I know this, much is true…” you dreamily sang, your hand clutching your beer bottle. Stephen could make out your voice from the loud sound system. Your voice sounded soft, almost dreamy, and he smiled to himself.

Wong’s next song brought you up to your feet even if it was already aching. Stephen took a quick swig of beer before joining you on the floor. You snapped along the first notes of Queen’s A Kind of Magic and coaxed Stephen to dance with you. He happily obliged. He spun you around and giggled when he pulled away to imitate the guitar riff with Wong.

Once again, you snapped along to the song’s hypnotic bass, clicking your fingers along the song while you did your best to seductively sway your body. Stephen watched you as you danced towards him and he found it hard not to kiss you and take you right there and then. Your efforts to seduce him into another dance must’ve worked as he grasped your hand, pulled you to him and you two danced into another boogie as the song ended. It was uncoordinated and fun. As the last notes died away, the two of you were laughing, nerves alight with adrenaline.

Prisoner Of Your Love by Player was up next and Stephen grabbed the mic from the stand. Intending to sing on your makeshift dance floor instead at the platform.

“It took me time to realize I’m where I wanna be…” Stephen crooned and his smooth velvet voice filled your ears. You can’t keep your eyes off him as he earnestly sang the song, his body following the sultry beat.

“Better drink up, Y/N. The next one will make you dance again.” Wong laughed as he took a sip of his drink.

“Ugh, you know me so well.” you groaned and playfully rolled your eyes. The first notes of More Than a Woman by Bee Gees faded in.

Stephen met you in the middle of the floor and he offered his hand.

“I’m no John Travolta, but would you do me the honor?” he asked, his eyes soft against the vivid and dancing disco lights. You took his hand and sidled closer to him.

“Even if John asked me at this same instance, I’d dance with you instead.” you replied, letting your feelings slip. You quietly blame the alcohol.

“Oh, say you’ll always be my baby, we can make it shine…” Stephen sang close to your ear.

“We can take forever, just a minute at a time.” you said, echoing the lyrics of the song.

“More than a woman, more than a woman to me…” Wong sang, and watched the two of you sway and spin around. He smirked to himself, knowing his plan was working.

He was right, he was no John Travolta. Because you doubt Travolta would ever hold you so close, so close you could almost feel his heartbeat. No, Stephen would never be like him. Stephen held you close to him, and at first you feared he might feel your racing heartbeat. You were afraid that your heart would betray you at that very moment. But you felt infinitely better when you felt his heartbeat. It was also fast, just like yours.

Could it be the adrenaline of dancing? Or could it be that he's feeling the same? Could it be the two of you are just bumbling fools who love each other but are scared to admit it? You lightly shake your head at the thought.

You looked up at him and gazed at his eyes, you saw his dark pools slowly growing and your eyes probably did the same. Stephen smiled at you and you were undone. His smile was soft and you could almost feel your heartstrings tug, your cheeks heat up. Suddenly, he started to lean into you. He gently dipped you, and you closed your eyes.

In arms, you felt secure and safe, under his gaze you felt loved.

It was almost the perfect setting; the two of you dancing to 70’s disco under the colorful lights with Wong perfectly imitating Barry Gibb’s falsetto. Stephen wanted to kiss at that very moment; you holding on to his arms, your eyes closed and lashes fanned against your cheeks, your lips looked so soft and inviting.

But it wasn’t the perfect moment. If Wong planned for this moment for the two of you to kiss; just like in Saturday Night Fever (1977), Stephen would say thanks for his effort but he had other plans.

And so, he just planted a kiss on your cheek before helping you back up again. Your shared intimate interlude was broken when you heard Wong’s voice crack while imitating Gibb’s infamous falsettos. You and Stephen giggled, Stephen mostly roaring and laughing at Wong. You had to playfully swat his arm and warn him to play nice. The three of you took advantage of the break and drank some water while the last notes of the song faded. You sit on the plush sofa and watch as the two men bicker.

“Wong is not the winner for tonight.” Stephen said, looking at you with a raised eyebrow.

“Don’t be so sure about that, Stephen. You haven’t sung your last song.” you replied.

“You might want to be sure that I am the clear winner for tonight’s karaoke night.” he said and grabbed the two microphones from the platform. Your eyes grew in alarm and you turned to Wong, only to find him smirking. You watched as Stephen walked towards you, and once he was in front of you, he held out a microphone.

“Nobody puts my baby in a corner.” he winked and you gulped. Something must’ve run through your veins, it could be the four bottles of apple flavored beer, or it might be just the mere fact that you love Stephen and you’d do anything for him.

And if he wants you to stand up on the platform with him and sing The Time of My Life with him, you’d do it. So, you pried the offered microphone from his hand, and followed him to the front of the room.

“Now I’ve had the time of my life, and I’ve never felt this way before. Yes, I swear, it’s the truth, and I owe it all to you…” Stephen started the song, his eyes not leaving yours.

“Cause I’ve had the time of my life, and I owe it all to you.” you heard your voice through the speakers and you saw Stephen smile at you. His heart swelled in pride and in pure love. He took your hand and you visibly eased. The two of you shared a smile before turning to the screen to sing the next lyrics, together.

“Just remember,”

“You’re the one thing,”

“I can’t get enough of,”

“So, I’ll tell you something,”

“This could be love.” the two of you sang the lyrics, your voices blending in perfect harmony. Stephen smiled, marveling at how perfect the two of you are. Your hands fit perfectly, hearts beating in sync, and voices harmonizing, and becoming as one.

As the instrumental sounded through the room, Stephen finally gave in to the urge of giving you a spin. You happily acquiesced with a grin on your lips, your body crashing against his. And just in time, as the sax solo of the song played through the speakers, Stephen finally kissed you.

You melted in his arms and you snaked your hand to his neck to hold on, in fear you might fall over from the intensity of his kiss. Your lips molded onto his, gently tasting his lips, tasting him. He broke away from the kiss just in time as the instrumental ended, his eyes closed, a grin painted on his lips.

Every song he chose that night, every lyric he sang, was all for you. Every note he crooned, every word that fell from his lips, was dedicated to you. And now, to finally confess his feelings with a special moment with you, with a song you love so much, and with a kiss, he feels as if he is the winner of the karaoke night.

This is the time of his life. And now, it’s also yours.

“Fucking finally!” Wong’s voice boomed through the room, startling you both and pulling you both out of the moment.

You and Stephen brought the song to an end, smiley and eyes shining with bliss. It felt liberating to finally have your feelings for him to be finally known, to be finally heard through the karaoke machine’s sound system. And you just have to give it to Stephen for being weirdly romantic; confessing his love for you through songs? Classic.

When the song finally ended, you embraced him. Stephen did the same, burying his head on your shoulder. You could hear Wong clapping and cheering. He was obviously happy to see his friends finally together after two years of mucking and tiptoeing around. When you drew apart, tears were brimming in your eyes and Stephen wiped away a tear that had fallen down from your pretty eyes.

“Am I the winner tonight?” he asked and you giggled at his cheekiness.

“You are, you’re the winner of my every night.” you beamed at him before leaning into a kiss.

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