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The Intern Part 2 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Five minutes into an interview with you, and Bradley knew he was in trouble. You were attractive, funny and smart, and now the summer was stretching out before him like an obstacle course he would have to navigate carefully. At least a visit from an old friend should be enough to help him work through his frustrations.

Warnings: Language, mentions of smut and masturbation (eventually 18+)

Length: 4200 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

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When Bradley got to the Avio headquarters the following morning, he rode the elevator up to his office. He'd already eaten breakfast, gone for a long run and taken a shower, and he was still one of the first ones here. Except for Judy. He smiled when her desk came into view as he turned toward his office door. She was sweet, and it scared him a little bit how much she reminded him of his mom. She was a widow with one son in college, and Bradley would be lost without her. 

"Morning," she said, handing him his mail as he walked past without her even looking up at him. "You have a very busy day, and I already turned on your coffee maker."

He really needed to give her another raise. "Thanks, Judy. Hey, what time is that interview I have?" he asked, flipping through the stack of envelopes in his hand. 

Now she looked up from her computer and met his eyes. "Nine o'clock. And it's Ted's daughter."

"I know," he replied with a small smile. 

"Do you really think she would be a good fit? You'll be working on the yacht for weeks, and all she has is a graduate degree and a daddy with a bankroll." She handed him your résumé with a concerned look.

He shrugged as he skimmed the page again. "She has some related work experience. She volunteered to run the finances for a handful of Philadelphia based charities every year. Her references include the Philadelphia deputy mayor. But you're right, she's pretty green. I'll take this with me," he said as he held the résumé up and headed for his door. "Let me know when she arrives."

"Will do," Judy muttered. 

Bradley made himself another cup of coffee before he settled into his seat. His office had a fantastic view of the Pacific Ocean in the distance along with the Naval base at North Island where he'd spent several years working. Sometimes he missed it, other times he didn't. Flying was in his blood, but after five air-to-air kills, it seemed like he'd given up enough of his soul to the Navy. Now he was helping oversee the design of software components that would help keep aviators safer in the air. 

He turned his gaze from the view outside back to your resume. Your name at the top made him smile, and the more he read about you, the more he liked. None of the other people begging him for a job in his department had the same level of academic chops or philanthropic endeavors you did. And he couldn't imagine you begging for a single damn thing, ever. He tapped his keyboard, wondering what your LinkedIn profile looked like. 

Well. Your photo was gorgeous. It was professional looking without a doubt, but he knew better now that the way your smile tilted a little higher on one side meant you were about to deliver a line that would make him laugh. He wondered if you'd had the photographer smiling nonstop, too. 

Bradley paused with his fingers on his keyboard, but he couldn't help it. He typed your full name into the search bar and sorted it by images. There were more headshots of you from academic articles and a few newspapers, but when he scrolled he almost spit his coffee out. There was one of you wearing that same bikini you had on yesterday. When he clicked it for more, it took him to your private instagram page. 

He stared at that tiny thumbnail before he closed his eyes. Really, the way you looked wasn't why he asked you to come here today, and he'd spent a good portion of last evening trying to focus on anything other than how it felt to have your body pressed against his while he held you.

"Fuck," he grunted. He really needed to get laid. He made another mental note next to the one about Judy's raise. He would call one of his friends with benefits and get that taken care of, because if you agreed to join him for a couple months on the company yacht, he'd probably see that bikini again and again. And there was no way he could touch Ted's daughter. Not like that. Even if he wanted to.

And that thought brought him back to the main reason you would be here in the next few minutes. What kind of information could he get out of you? Bradley noticed that the profit and loss sheets from several departments didn't seem to add up. That had been the case for two quarters in a row. When he mentioned it to one of the harried looking accountants one floor down, he told Bradley they wouldn't have time to run an unnecessary audit before next quarter started. 

Someone in this company was doing something shady, and Bradley wanted to know who it was and why. He'd gone over those numbers for days, double checking his math. He knew he wasn't crazy, but he didn't know who he could safely take this information to, especially when the specs on the software they were creating was considered top secret. 

"Your interview is here," Judy's voice suddenly announced through his intercom.

Bradley quickly closed out of the photo of you in a bathing suit that was still on his screen and slammed his laptop shut. "Send her in."

A few seconds later, Judy was holding the door open for you, and you thanked her as you strolled in like you owned the company. Your hair was styled in some sort of clip, and you were wearing a perfectly tailored black suit. Bradley shook his head; it was rich that you called him out for his proclivity for Armani when yours was probably worth three times as much. His gaze drifted down your legs. Your black and white heels were the kinds of things he would love to have thrown over his shoulders in bed, and the bit of white silk peeking out above your jacket buttons reminded him of your skimpy pajamas. 

Inviting you here was a terrible idea. 

You smirked as you ran your right index finger along the charm from Tiffany's that hung from your necklace, and then you reached out to shake his hand over his desk. "Mr. Bradshaw. So lovely to see you again today." Your voice was playful, and Bradley gestured for you to take a seat while he tried his best to gather his thoughts. 

"I was a little afraid you'd show up in your bathing suit," he said, and you nodded as you crossed your legs and set your leather portfolio on your lap. 

"I can certainly understand the cause for that concern," you replied, not missing a beat. "However, I promise you'll see nothing but Armani suits from here on out if I end up coming to the office every day. Now what would you have me do for you all summer? Fetch your coffee? Give you the abridged version of the Wall Street Journal? Sit in on pointless meetings in the conference room across the hallway?"

"That's just it," he said, tilting his head to the side and taking in your neutral expression. He hardly knew what to do with the fact that you made him feel warm and slightly uncomfortable when you were being sassy. "We wouldn't be here at all. And actually, you could wear your bathing suit and swim half the time for all I cared."

Your eyes lit up immediately as you leaned closer to his desk. "This sounds like a trap, but please, carry on. Tell me more."

He chuckled as he moved a little closer to you as well. "I'm being tasked with taking a few weeks to a couple months on the company yacht in the Mediterranean. I have the technical knowledge as well as the access to arrange meetings with members of Avio's European sales team to close some deals. This is all top secret information, but since you've got the right connections, I'll go ahead and tell you that the US government has given us the greenlight to sell our software to a select list of countries."

You licked your lips, and Bradley could barely focus as you said, "So you'll be the one calling all the shots. And you need to have access to some of these countries to schedule meetings and dinners and cocktail parties. You'll be working from the yacht in much the same capacity you are currently working from your office, still expected to head the research department here. But you'll have the added workload of trying to answer questions and sell the software in Europe? Did I miss anything?"

Bradley's eyes went a little wide as he chuckled. "No. Not really."

You were smiling now. "This sounds like half work and half sorority party, and let me tell you, I am more than capable of making both of those things go as smoothly for you as possible."

"Yeah," he said, his voice a little raspy now. "But you'll have to put up with me. And some of these clients have been known to be a little difficult in... a variety of different ways." Bradley's mind drifted to last summer when he'd been on the yacht for a week as well as the summer before that. The wealthier a man becomes, the more he seems to think he could have whatever he wants, and Bradley had seen some wild shit. "But I'll do my best to keep you comfortable and safe. The workload will be intense, to say the least. But it'll all be happening on a one hundred and thirty foot superyacht." 

You eyed him carefully. "This sounds like it was custom made for me, so you either want me or you don't, Mr. Bradshaw." 

Bradley smiled, and his gaze followed your hand as you touched that pretty charm again. "Oh... I want you plenty. Something tells me yachts and Mediterranean vacations are something you simply grew up with. I'm just trying to sell myself now."

The way you laughed reminded him once again of that night in December when you asked him if he wanted to share a bottle of wine with you. "You're very persuasive, Mr. Bradshaw. I can practically smell the sunblock and taste the pasta from here." You bit your lip and considered him, and it felt to Bradley like you could see every flaw and indiscretion inside of him. "Where did you go to school anyway? Yale? Brown? No wait... you look like a Princeton boy to me."

He shook his head as he pointed to his college diploma on the wall. "I went to a state school." 

You gasped, and your eyes went wide as you muttered, "Jesus," while you read it. "Political science? At the University of Virginia? Oh... you should be lying to people. I mean, at least say you went to Dartmouth."

Bradley tried and failed to hold in his laughter, because you truly looked scandalized by this turn of events. "Aww, come on, Ivy League. It's not so bad."

You sputtered with laughter, too. "Did you just call me Ivy League?"

"I sure did," he told you, still laughing. "It's about ten times nicer than what I was going to say."

Your soft gasp as your eyes positively lit up made Bradley's heart beat a little faster. "Well, what were you going to say?" you asked before biting your lip. 

Shit. You were trouble, and you knew it. "Never mind. My lips are sealed. Can't say that to Ted's daughter."

You sighed and rolled your eyes. "You're no fun right now, but I'm sure as soon as I get you loosened up in some Armani swim trunks on the yacht, you'll be an absolute pleasure for me to deal with."

The way Bradley's cock was twitching should have been warning enough. He was about to get in over his head. But all he could say was, "Does that mean you want the internship?"

Your smile tilted up a little higher on the one side. "Oh, absolutely." Then you stood before him looking like the cat who got the cream, and Bradley had to hope for the best as he stood as well. He could mark this as the first time he'd ever become slightly aroused during an interview, a sign that he desperately needed to get laid. 

He shook your hand and said, "We leave in a few days. Judy will help you get your visas in order. Sound good?"

"Sounds perfect, Mr. Bradshaw." 

The way you here still holding his hand and calling him Mr. Bradshaw left his voice barely louder than a rasp. "Judy and I will be in touch."

You turned and shot him a smile over your shoulder as you headed for his office door, and Bradley dropped back down in his chair. He'd call Callie about getting together to hook up before he left for Europe, but he had another more important call to make first. He cleared his throat as he opened his contacts and then put his phone on speaker. He was greeted with a familiar voice filled with laughter.

"Rooster! When are you going to get that yacht warmed up for me?"

Bradley just shook his head and said, "Hangman. You're not going to believe who my summer intern is."

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You were floating on a raft in the pool wearing your second favorite bathing suit when you were greeted by the sound of your father's voice. "I sincerely hope you know what you're doing by wasting your time right now."

"Daddy," you greeted with a smile. "My day was a complete and utter success."

He checked his watch as he said, "Please, elaborate."

You had the trump card, but you knew all too well what it would be like if you didn't. Instead of lecturing you like you could tell he wanted to, he smiled when you said, "I have a job."

"Where?" 

"Avio."

He nodded in appreciation as he said, "I am actually impressed right now. You managed to secure an internship at the company I've spent decades with, and you did so without me knowing anything about it. Which department?"

"Research and development," you replied smoothly.

His eyes went wider. "With Bradley Bradshaw?"

Your tummy swooped, and you sucked in a breath at the mere mention of his name. Spending weeks working with him and entertaining guests with him was going to be... well, something. "Yes. With Bradley Bradshaw."

"Sweetheart," your father said. "He had a career in the Navy."

"Yes. He was an aviator," you recalled from his Avio bio.

"That means he's not going to put up with any nonsense. You don't make him repeat himself, and you don't give him attitude. I'll know immediately if he's displeased with you, I'm sure."

Bradley didn't seem stuffy. He'd already encouraged you to pack your bathing suits. Hell, you were determined to get him to join you in some fun. "Well maybe not immediately as he and I will be on the Avio yacht in the Mediterranean."

Your father stared at you, speechless. Finally he said, "I really don't know how you managed to get exactly what you wanted, but I applaud you, Sweetheart. Well done. I know it sounds fun, but you'll be kept very busy. I hope you know what you're in for."

When he finally wandered back inside after you promised to join him for dinner, you soaked up the last few rays of the dying sunlight. Then you made a mental list of everything you needed to spend the next few days packing as you brushed up on your French and Italian.  "J'adore mon travail. Amo il mio lavoro. I love my job."

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Bradley was still chuckling as he got off the phone with Ted a few days later. Your father tried to warn him that you could be a bit of a handful. Like Bradley wasn't fully aware of that fact. As if he hadn't known since December. He could practically hear your disdain for his alma mater and your delight in international travel from his condo.

He was stacking his suits up in his extra bedroom along with several pairs of shoes, and he shook his head as he looked down at his swim trunks in his hands. They actually were all Armani, and you'd have a field day when you realized it. Or perhaps skinny dipping would become a thing?

Fuck. He needed to stop thinking about you like that. Callie Bassett was on her way over, so that should help alleviate some of this tension. He'd been friends with Halo for over a decade, and she had slowly and naturally turned into a friend with benefits over time. She was still in the Navy, and she was discreet. It was easier than having a girlfriend. It was all he had time for. 

As he organized his suits, he remembered you told him he looked like a Princeton boy. He could just picture you with a parade of preppy assholes following you around, and he wondered if you ever slummed it with anyone like him before. It made him want to pack some of his casual clothes including his Virgina baseball cap and his worn out golf shorts. So he did. 

Then his doorbell buzzed, and he went to let Callie in. He needed this taken care of right now. She smelled good, and she looked cute. She always did. And she wore something a little skimpy just for him. The kiss on his cheek in greeting quickly turned to her lips brushing his as she said, "I haven't seen you in weeks."

"Been busy," he replied, taking her by the hand and heading for his bedroom. "And I'm leaving for Portugal on Saturday."

"How long?" she asked, pouting a little bit as Bradley reached for the hem of her dress and eased it up and over her head in one fluid motion. 

"Couple months," he whispered, taking in her soft, naked body with his gaze. 

"Months?" she whined as he wrapped his hands around her waist and smirked at her. 

"Don't even act like we are anything close to exclusive, Cal. Now... how do you want it?"

She licked her lips and looked up at him with those familiar dark eyes just as his phone rang in his pocket. He didn't hesitate or check the number; he never did. "Bradshaw."

"Hey, State School. I have a few questions for you."

Bradley froze with your voice in his ear and Callie's fingers on his zipper. He grunted softly as she eased it down and touched him. He just knew if he closed his eyes and listened to your voice, he'd probably finish in her hand within two minutes. 

"Ivy League," he rasped, taking a step back away from Halo who was now standing before him completely naked and rolling her eyes.

"Are you busy?" you asked, and Bradley looked Halo in the eyes without remorse as he answered you.

"No. I'm not busy. I can talk." He held up one finger and zipped himself up as he left his bedroom in favor of his office. "As long as you tell me how you got this number."

You laughed as he sank down into his desk chair. "You think it's exclusive or something? Judy gave it to me. And it's probably listed on the company website."

Brat. He narrowed his eyes, adding a note to his mental list to make sure it was not listed on the company website. "What can I help you with?"

"Well, I'm packing and hoping for a little input from you."

"On Thursday night at nine?" he asked. "And don't you have a butler to help you with that?"

"Like you have anything else going on?"

Bradley thought about Callie waiting in his bedroom, but instead of ushering this call along, he asked, "What did you pack so far?"

You sighed. "Sixteen bathing suits, piles of lingerie, and sunglasses. And I'm only kind of kidding."

Fighting the urge to ask for more details, he said, "Unfortunately I can't let you wear any of that in front of potential clients. So throw in some suits and dresses."

"Some suits and dresses? You'll need to be a little bit more specific, Sir." 

Sir.

That one word was echoing through his mind along with your bratty tone, and he had to take a deep breath. "Why don't you bring the suit you wore when I interviewed you? That looked good. And so did the dress you wore to your father's holiday party. The dark green one."

There was a pause before you said, "You remember what I wore to the party?"

"Yeah," he grunted, rubbing his hand over his face in frustration. "It looked nice. Pack some cocktail dresses, too."

"How many should I pack?"

"How many do you have?"

"Do you really want me to answer that?"

Bradley laughed. "I'm sure you know better than I do what you should wear."

You scoffed. "You're acting like you've never spent a summer on the Avio yacht before."

"I haven't," he replied easily. "Just a few days here and there. I'm sure I'll be learning things from you."

"Then you'll be learning from the best."

He bit back a groan as he said, "That's what I'm counting on. That's why I hired you."

"I won't let you down," you promised, and Bradley believed you. "I'll see you at the airport on Saturday morning. Don't forget your swim trunks."

You ended the call before he could say another word, and now he was convinced you had called him simply because you could. If he was frustrated before, it was nothing compared to the way he felt now. Spending weeks on end with Ted's daughter was supposed to help him get to the bottom of the messy business with Avio, not cause other issues to arise. 

He unzipped his pants, intent on touching himself,  before jolting to his feet. "Shit," he muttered as he left his office and went back to his bedroom. "Cal?" he called out. "Sorry. It was a work call." But he was completely alone. He laughed as his phone vibrated in his hand with a text from her.

Have a great time in Europe. Don't bother calling me when you get back.

Bradley was sure he'd hear about this from his old friend Natasha when Callie bitched about him at work. But it didn't really matter. After she had a few weeks to cool off, she'd come back when he needed her again. For now, he'd take matters into his own hands and hope that would be enough.

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Your father insisted upon seeing you off on Saturday morning which gave Bradley a few minutes alone with him. He was listening to Ted as he watched you struggle with your seven pieces of Dior luggage on the tarmac next to the chartered airplane. 

"Bradley, you don't know what you've gotten yourself into," your father told him with a laugh. "She's tenacious though. And whip smart. Make sure you challenge her, because she will certainly challenge you."

Now Bradley laughed as he shook Ted's hand. "I'll do my best."

"If she gets to be too much, just leave her in one of the marinas with her passport."

He would never do that to you. He doubted it would ever come to that. In fact, he was already impressed by the way you took care of things for yourself. Sure, you looked like you belonged in an ad for designer gym clothes with your leggings and soft hoodie zipped over your sports bra. But you were also taking your luggage from the back of the black Mercedes-Benz G-Class yourself.

"I can assure you that she and I will be just fine, Sir."

"What have I told you about calling me Ted?" Bradley received a friendly cuff on the shoulder before shaking his hand and turning toward you. 

He picked up the last two pieces of your luggage at the same time and carried them to the cargo hold while you trailed after him. "I don't need help," you told him as he stowed them away. Then you added, "You look weird out of your Armani."

"I look weird?" he asked with a laugh as he glanced down at his chinos and Oxford shirt.

"A good kind of weird. Like when you wore that Fair Isle sweater last year."

Bradley examined your pretty face, and you didn't look away. He remembered the dress you wore to Ted's holiday party, and you remembered his sweater. Right now he was wishing he'd joined you for that bottle of French wine that night, something he'd remedy on the yacht. A flood of bad decisions just waiting to happen filled his mind as he said, "Go say goodbye to your father. It's almost time to go."

"Yes, Sir," you told him with your chin held high and a smirk gracing your lips. Bradley stood at the bottom of the stairs while you flung your arms around Ted and kissed him on the cheek. Then you came strolling his way once again, and he followed you closely up the stairs as you turned back and softly said, "I'm all yours."

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Ivy League spells trouble for Bradley, but at least he knows it. And he didn't get an ounce of relief before getting on that plane. What could possibly go wrong? Thanks @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

PART 3

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Corporateworker Choi San x (F)Reader

Summary: He was glad he took her to Japan on a business trip, one of the best decisions of his life.

Genre: Fluff (suggestive at the end)

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2k

Est.Read Time: 10 min

Networks: @cromernet @k-labels

Ratings: nc-17

Banner: @cafekitsune

Linked with: Must Be Love

"What year is it?" she hissed, curling into the blanket even more, humming as the cool material soothed her burning, aching body, while ducking into it because for some reason her lover had declared 'And let there be light.'

"It's almost 2 pm", his knee dipping into the mattress, hands gripping the soft covers that she was cocooned in, trying to pull them off her head, but she groaned in refusal, "Go away, I am in pain because of you."

Quirking an eyebrow at her muffled accusation, he shook his head, his glasses at the tip of his nose as he tried to think of what she meant by the statement. Choi San was supposed to attend a conference in Japan for a business deal, and since he now had the perks, he had asked her if she would like to accompany him on the three-day trip, he would be busy during the first two days but he had promised to show her the city and spend time with her like actual tourists on the last day before they were to leave. She had instantly agreed, like she would ever say no to him - well, he couldn't say no to her either, so perhaps this was a two-way act of 'simping '. He was also glad that her business was doing well and that she was able to hire a good assistant manager to help out Jongho when she wasn’t around- Yunho was a great guy.

The two had arrived at a decent time yesterday, checked into the hotel, tested out the springs of the mattress, as she’d like to call it, and had a nice meal at a local restaurant nearby, when he had told her about the gym at the hotel, one of the many facilities his job gave him access too, for some reason she had been very eager to ‘hit the gym’ with him, not that he had any issues, he loved working out with people, so who better than her?

He had a meeting early in the morning, once he had come out of the shower, he had thought of waking her up so she could go for breakfast, but the sight of her blissful slumber had him reject his own proposal, opting to tuck her in tighter and kissing her goodbye, much like their usual routine. The meetings went well since Yeosang and the lot had provided him with sufficient material, and for once, Mingi had decided to send the right papers. His meeting had ended early, and lunch meant he had some time on his hands, which is why he had dropped by to check up on her, to make sure she was enjoying herself. Was she…perhaps upset with him? Should he have checked up on her sooner? Maybe she wanted to spend more time with him- he had been very busy for the past few months, and this trip was probably the most time the two had spent together without him being called to work or her being called to the café because Wooyoung and Jongho disagreed on to add resins to the cookies or not. Maybe she thought the two would spend more time together here- well, technically he did say they would, but not on the first day and it wasn’t like her to be irrational, she had always respected his work ethic, only interfering when it became too hectic for him- one of the many things he loved about her. Then it must have been something else. Was she mad because she couldn’t go to the breakfast buffet? If that was the case, then he had the answer to spend some quality time with her and for her to eat.

"I know you must be hungry, that’s why, I got Mrs.Choi breakfast, let’s eat together before I have another meeting,” his words soft, noticing how her grip loosened, peaking up from behind the covers, pouting at him, “Say that again.” She whispered, slowly pulling up, her back resting against the pillows as she looked up at him, reaching for the strings of his hoodie, “Say that again, please.”

All too soon her lover's soft expressions morphed to a cheeky Chesire-like grin, eyes twinkling with curiosity, his whole being oozing with confidence, “Say what again?” his expressions laced with faux innoncence, pouting at her, cupping her face staring at her intently when she mumbled, “What you said earlier.”

“What? let’s eat together before I have another meeting?” lowering himself, he watched her sigh, grateful for how soft the pillows were, but she gently shook her head, “Before that.”

“Ohhh- you mean, ‘I know you must be hungry’,” he paused smiling down at her when her eyes snapped open, her expressions laced with annoyance, he knew what she meant, but why give it to her so easily when he could have some fun-

“OW!” pulling back he placed a hand on his chest, rubbing his pec through the cotton material, trying to sooth the pain and burning sensation, “Did you just pinch my-

“That’s what you get for acting all cocky, Mr.Choi.”

“Well, Mrs.Choi, are you going to come eat or not? I have another meeting at four.” He said with a huff, still rubbing the area, as he stood up, it was then that she noticed his change of attire- did he not wear a suit for the meeting?

“I can’t move and did you go to the meeting dressed like this?” she asked only to shiver at the cold air hitting her form when he pulled the covers off her, frowning, “What do you mean you can’t move? I showered after coming back- Are you hurt? Did you pull something at the gym last night? Why didn’t you tell me?” His questions were thrown around as he started to manoeuvre her body, ignoring her yelp when he grabbed her ankles and pulled her down so she was lying on her back, “Is it your ankle? Did you sprain it while on the treadmill?” He asked before flipping her over onto her stomach, “Or your back? Is it a throbbing pain or a shooting up your spine kind of pain?”

“It’s the ‘I went to the gym to stare at my husband workout but he didn’t get the hint and thought I wanted to become Mr. Muscle like him’ so we worked out for two hours kind of pain.” Her words were muffled by the mattress, only for her to squeak when he flipped her around, glaring down at her, though she only smiled at him, admiring the way the onyx tuft of hair had grown back- he never did approve of that couple’s magazine anymore- poking out from under his grey hood.

“I’m married to a perv.”

“I wasn’t the one who flashed my neighbour- SAN WAIT!” heaving her up bridal style he clicked his tongue, shaking his head as he walked towards the coffee table as she gripped onto him for her dear life, “First of all I didn’t flash you, I was fully clothed and secondly, I told you I’m on the clock and would like to enjoy a pleasant meal with my perverted wife.” Setting her down easy on the couch he smiled at her, no hint of annoyance on those sweet features of his, leaning closer to peck her cheek before lifting the lid of her personal, traditional Japanese breakfast, consisting of the usual; steamed rice, miso souple, pickles, grilled fish, tamagoyaki and even some tofu. Admiring the presentation of the food she smiled, picking up the utensils as he brought a chair and sat next to her, she was plating it for him, grabbing a piece of the rolled omelette and raising it to his lips, “Sannie, did you pay for this separately? I don’t think they serve breakfast at 2 pm.”

Smiling at her he gratefully took the bite, admiring how she still made sure to feed him well, even if it were pointless considering he’d always be in the mood to have a meal with her. Not answering her question he nodded towards the food, “It tastes better warm, Mrs.Choi.”

She was eating quietly, while he was busy typing on his phone, this was often how it would go for the two, the comfortable silence enveloping them into their own little bubble, where the two would be too engrossed in their own activities, yet, be hyper-aware of each other’s presence. The only words exchanged would be nonchalant, casual chatter, which to the outsider would seem immensely pointless, but it wasn’t for them. He’d love the way she’d chide in with the ‘try this, Sannie’ and feed him even if he was too busy reading a report. She loved how even if he was busy typing away, he would be attentive enough to notice her little needs, like when he’d stop typing to reach for the bottle of water, unscrew the cap and pour it in a glass for her, then casually going back to work, or how he’d hand a napkin before she would ask.

“We should get little Kang, something too.” She stated, putting the dishes away in a neat manner so she could cover them with the lid, “Though he still isn’t sure if it’s a boy or a girl.”

“I don’t think either would make a difference though,” he mumbled chewing on his lower lip, thumb scrolling on the screen as he stared at it, “I’m sure he’d be thrilled either way.”

“That’s true,” she sighed, thinking of how happy Yeosang was when he told the two that he was going to become a father, he even asked San to become the child’s godfather, which had the broad-shouldered man sobbing like a little boy, nodding as he hugged the dad-to-be to death. That is until the others pulled him away, once they noticed Yeosang turning blue, only for her husband to whine and hug her instead, mumbling onto her shoulder, declaring how happy he was for his friend.

“Do you…have a preference, Sannie?” she asked, leaning closer to him, placing her chin on his shoulder, though he didn’t look away from his phone, it must be something important then, but she really did want to know, did he have a preference? She knew her parents didn’t, especially how they raised her like a little princess, but maybe San did- truly a conversation you have before your marriage but maybe his ‘I don’t mind’ changed to something more specific.

“I…” he paused to stare up at the ceiling as if waiting for a revelation of some kind, “Don’t have a preference, I told you, boy or girl. I would love our child endlessly.” His words had her heart doing backflips, swooning over him even more if that were possible, but his next statement had her figuratively bawling in pure bliss, “Though I get to name her if she’s a girl, princess treatment from day one.” With that, he went back to typing, as if he had not just said something extremely important, something extremely intimate.

“Then, I can’t wait for when we’re ready,” she whispered, leaning closer to peck his cheek before she got up, only for him to grab her arm and throw her over his shoulder as he stood up, ignoring the way she screamed, “WHAT ARE YOU DOING??”

“Fulfilling the desires of my wife.” He stated all too simply, as he marched towards the bed, and tossed her on the bed, watching her whole-body bounce at the soft impact, “What? WHAT? Don’t you have work- NOW? LIKE NOW-NOW?” she crawled backwards, till her back pressed against the headboard, watching him take off his glasses then throw the phone on the couch.

“Meeting got delayed, it’s at five, I have enough time for,” With a slight groan he pulled off his hoodie, a small smirk gracing his lips when he noticed her visibly gulp, gripping onto the sheets with anticipation and excitement, watching him get on the bed, crawling towards her as his hand found its destination, cupping her warm, blushing cheek, face a breath away from her, “a practice round or two.”

“Oh.”

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"Morning Routines with Wilbur"

➵ PAIRING! cc!wilbur x gn!reader

➵ CREATING! 12.10.23 | 390 words

➵ CONTAINING! immense fluff, mornig spent with wilbur, making pancakes, domestic tingzz

➵ SAYING! really wanted to post something today, so heres an old draft i had in my notion yall can enjoy :)) i might make a little banner for my posts just to give it more personality hehe

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both of you have busy schedules, so you two try to make the best of yall’s mornings

wilbur would hug you closely in bed for at least fifteen minutes. he specifically sets his alarm 15 mins before he actually does have to wake up just for those snuggles :)

“good morning, sunshine, how did you sleep?” he would ask in a grumbly voice that would always make you smile.

once you wake up, both of you head into the kitchen and decide what to have for breakfast together

wil would prepare the ingredients while you cooked on the stove. once he sets up all the plates and does any cleaning around the house, he wraps his arms around your torso as youre flipping pancakes

while eating, you and wil make small talk bringing up some past memories, talking about work, or just talking about some ideas to each other

“oh— by the way ash and I came up with this riff for this song we’re working on. I think it’s pretty cool!”

if either of you dont feel like talking, wil would take out his phone and set it against the kitchen’s flower vase so that the two of you can huddle close together and watch some youtube videos (yall try to avoid tommy’s videos in the morning. he could get loud!)

“don’t click on that tommy video.”

“but willll! it’s his survival series!”

“it’s too early for his gremlin voice.”

afterward, you would take wil’s dishes and wash them as he goes into the bathroom to shower and get changed

once done with all the cleaning, you pack up his lunch (that you prepared yesterday) and write down a little note that he could find under his food containers

by the time he’s out of the shower you’ve already packed all his bags to make sure he doesnt leave anything behind

he always makes sure to give you a kiss on the forehead before heading out the door

“ill text you during lunch, okay? i love you. drive safe!”

you would make sure to watch him until you see him get into his car to make sure he’s safe

once you know he securely made it to his car, you get yourself ready for the busy day ahead :)

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Unwanted: Chapter 7, Unburdened - Pt. 1

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Summary: When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldn’t be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, brutal honesty, mentions of some sexy stuff, but no actual sex-on-page, mention of m masturbation,

Word Count: 3k

Previously On...: Bucky spent the entire evening at Jade Carthage's side, and when he calls her "doll," you had enough and stormed off. The two of you have the very first argument of your friendship, and now Bucky says you need to talk...

A/N: I had a very shitty and emotionally draining evening yesterday, so I didn't get any writing done, unfortunately. But I need to make myself feel better somehow, so let's post Chapter 7! I think many of you will agree with me when I say "Fucking finally!" to what transpires here! Alas, though, there are plenty of emotional ups and downs still to come, because that's just life, isn't it?

Also, I finally watched Lisa Frankenstein to cheer myself up last night. What a delightfully messed up, fun, campy romp that was! Highly recommend if you haven't already!

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The silence in your room felt deafening as you closed the door behind Bucky. For the very first time in your friendship, it felt awkward having him in your space, and you could tell he felt it, too. You crossed over to your sitting area and sat in one of your arm chairs, curling up into yourself. Bucky sat in the chair opposite you, leaning his elbows on his thighs to support his weight. The two of you just stared into space for a long moment, avoiding the other's gaze.

"You wanted to talk," you said eventually, "so talk."

Bucky looked up to meet your eyes, and you could see the sadness and defeat in them. "I'm sorry, Pocket. You're right, I've been an ass all night. I didn't do it with the intention to hurt you, but I hurt you anyway because I wasn't thinking about how my actions would affect you, and that's almost worse. I'm sorry."

You exhaled and looked away from him, afraid that if you held his gaze for too long, you wouldn't be able to stop the tears that would certainly come. "Listen, Buck," you said, swallowing hard, "if you're interested in pursuing something with Jade, that's... well, it's your life, you're free to date whoever you want. We never put any labels or rules on whatever this thing between us is, so I know I don't have any right to be jealous, but watching you flirt so openly with her right in front of me, like I didn't even exist? I can't begin to explain to you how worthless and small that made me feel. So, if you think you want to try for something with her, you have to let me know so I can try to move on, because I can't sit around and watch it happen. It's too painful."

When you looked back over at him, Bucky had gotten up and was now kneeling on the floor in front of you, practically beaming as he took you in.

"Why are you smiling like a lunatic?" you asked, an edge of concern in your voice. "You're creeping me out."

"Pocket," he murmured, cupping your face in his hands as he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. For a moment, you considered pulling away, but the feel of his lips on your skin was such a comfort, you stayed still. "My absolute one and only doll, you've got it all wrong. I let you get the wrong idea and stew with it and I am so, so sorry."

You did pull away at that. "What are you talking about? How do I have the wrong idea?"

Bucky leaned back until he was resting on his heels. "I am interested in Jade, that's true." He took your hands in his as you felt your heart drop into your stomach. "But not in the way you think." He brought your hands to his lips and began placing kisses across your knuckles. "Doll, there's only been one girl I've been interested in pursuing something with in the last seventy-five years, and I'm sitting across from her right now."

You shook your head, sure you had misheard him. "I don't understand."

He chuckled and looked up at you through his lashes, the sight so beautiful, your breath caught in your chest. "Pocket, I have been crazy about you since the moment you made that god-awful 'unarmed' joke. At first I thought a girl as pretty as you, as smart as you, as good as you, you'd never give a guy like me, even without my history, a second look, and I'd be content to just watch you from the sidelines, you know? Watch you be beautiful and bright and I'd be happy my world was a better place just because you were in it.

"But you went outta your way to be nice to me. You talked Tolkien with me, you wanted to spend time with me, you wanted to be my friend, and I thought 'This is already more than you deserve, it's more than enough.' Then, when I had my nightmare, you didn't run away. You stayed. You stayed, and you understood, you let me hold you, and I-I was a goner for you. And that night...," he groaned at the memory, "God, that night you kissed me back, and you let me touch you, in all the ways I dreamed of touching you, all the ways I'd imagined touching you while I fucked my fist for practically a year, and I knew I wasn't going to be able to give you up after that.

"You'd told me about your past, how you were scared of relationships but, sweetheart, I was so greedy, I'd take any part of you you were willing to give me, your friendship, your body, even if it wasn't ever gonna be your heart. I'd take any crumb you offered me, and I'd be grateful for it."

You blinked your eyes repeatedly, dazed by his confession and unable to articulate words. Bucky's face fell as your silence stretched on.

"You don't feel the same way," he said, voice low as he stood up. "I'm sorry-- I-I shouldn't have dumped all of that on you. I'll go--." He turned and made steps toward your door, but you jumped up, reaching out to grab his arm.

"Bucky, wait," you turned him back to face you and brought your lips crashing to his with such intensity that he stumbled backwards a few steps before wrapping his arms around you to kiss you back.

"I love you," you gasped when you broke apart for air, breathing out a laugh when his eyes widened comically in shock. "I'm so fucking in love with you that it terrifies me, because it's an entirely brand new experience and I don't know how to do it. I'm so worried that I'm going to fuck it up and scare you away, or that you're gonna realize I'm not worth it and I don't even know how to live without you anymore."

Bucky held your face between his hands. "Are you serious right now?" he asked, eyes searching yours for any trace of deception. "You're not fucking with me?"

You shook your head emphatically, bringing your hands up to cover his. "No, no, I'm completely serious. I love you, James Buchanan Barnes." You laughed; the more you said the words, the more you realized how entirely true they were. "I love you and I've been so insanely jealous all night because I thought you were interested in her."

Bucky looked down at you with the brightest smile, like the sun shining after a storm, before pulling you toward him so he could kiss you again. You hadn't even realized you'd started to cry until, after Bucky had pulled away, he was brushing the tears from your cheeks.

"I love you, Pocket," he whispered as he began peppering kisses across your face. "I love you and I'm so sorry for everything I did tonight that would make you doubt that you're the most important person in my life and the best thing to ever happen to me."

The reminder of his earlier actions drew you out of the emotional haze his declaration had put you in. "Wait," you said, pulling back and putting some distance between the two of you, "if you've been in love with me this whole time, how come you've been weird about Jade ever since you saw her profile in those folders Tony gave us?" Bucky ran a hand down his face and sighed. Taking your hand, he led you back to the armchair you'd previously vacated and sat, pulling you down to sit on his lap and wrapping his arms around you.

"I told you that I am interested in Jade," he began, but when he felt you tense beneath him, he quickly continued, "but I'm not interested in dating her, or sleeping with her. You're the only girl who's got my attention in those departments." He paused to nuzzle at the junction of your neck and shoulder and you took the opportunity to run your fingers through his hair.

"Go on," you gently urged him.

"I'm interested in getting to know Jade, in talking to her, because she's... well, she's like me, you know? She's got the serum, and I don't know anyone else who's got it that's still alive."

You put a finger on his chin, tilting his face up to meet yours. "But, Steve," you said, somewhat confused, "he's got the serum, too, and you talk to him all the time."

Bucky sighed and shook his head. "Steve's got Erskine's serum," he told you. "The one made by the U.S. Government. The one that they-- that Hydra-- used on me, it was similar, but not the same."

"It's the same one that was used on Jade," you said, understanding dawning on you.

Bucky nodded. "Not exact, but what's running through her veins evolved from what's runnin' through mine. And they never put her through cryo, she's never been wiped. She was conscious through everything they put her through, all the experiments, the tests... I was excited to think that there was someone I could talk to about it, who understood. Someone who could maybe help me fill in some of the blanks I still have. Answer the questions I've been too ashamed to ask Steve."

"Oh, Buck," you hummed, running your nails gently across his scalp, "Baby, why didn't you ever say anything?"

He arched into your touch. "Because you've already had to put up with enough of my shit," he said. "I didn't want to burden you with any more of it."

You stopped your scratching ministrations and looked at him. "Now listen here, Barnes," you began, your tone serious, "the last thing you could ever be to me is a burden. I have never met anyone who was funnier, kinder, braver, more selfless or caring than you. You're a fucking gift, Bucky. One that I am endlessly grateful for, everyday."

Bucky groaned. "Pocket, you can't just say things like that while you're sitting on my lap. I try to be a gentleman, but I've got my limits."

You laughed and leaned into him, resting your head against him. You picked up his right hand and began tracing his fingers with your own.

"If me talkin' to Jade makes you any kind of uncomfortable, doll, I promise I'll never speak to, or even look at, her again." He caught your eye and you could see the seriousness of his statement in them. You leaned in to press a chaste kiss to his lips.

"I'm never going to tell you who you can't be friends with, Buck," you told him with a sigh. "I admit that I don't love the idea of you spending one-on-one time with her alone or anything, but I'm also not going to stand in the way of you getting answers you need about your past. But you tell me the second she tries something," you warned. "Super soldier or not, she comes for my man, I'm gonna kick her fucking ass."

"You've got nothin' to worry about, darlin'. I told you, in seventy-five years, it's only been you. Seventy-five years more, it's still always only ever be you." His words made your heart swell in your chest and you leaned in to kiss him again. "Mm, but say that again," he told you.

"The part where I'm gonna kick her ass?" you asked with a smirk.

"No," he said, nipping at the sensitive skin at the pulse point on your neck, "the part where you called me your man."

You shifted so you could wrap your arms around his neck, toying with the soft hairs at the nape. You leaned in close so you could whisper in his ear: "You're my man, Bucky Barnes." A full shiver went through Bucky's body at your words and you relished in the effect you had over him. He ran his vibranium hand up under the back of your shirt, tracing gentle circles on the skin of your lower back.

"And you're always gonna be my girl, Pocket." His flesh hand came up to brush a strand of hair behind your ear, the motion, combined with his words, so tender your breath hitched.

Something seemed to shift in that moment, the air growing thick and heady between you, as if you were both just realizing the new depth of your relationship for the first time.

"Bucky," you breathed, voice barely a whisper, eyes pleading.

He nodded and, placing one hand at the small of your back and the other under your knees and scooping you up as he stood. With the utmost care, he laid you down on the mattress of your bed and rested his body over yours, careful not to put too much of his weight on top of you.

"This feels different," he said as brushed your hair away from your face.

"Good different or bad different?" you asked, bringing your hands up to cup his face, the stubble scratching your palms.

"The very best different." He leaned down, bringing his lips to yours. The kiss was unlike any you'd shared before-- sweeter, more languid, as though you'd been forced to rush every previous kiss and you were both finally allowed to take your time. Bucky tasted like smoked whiskey as his tongue made leisurely sweeps across your mouth, eliciting a moan from you when he sucked on your bottom lip.

You could feel your arousal pooling between your thighs as you kissed, Bucky's flesh hand roaming up the soft skin of your side. He shifted, pressing more of his weight against you, as if he were desperate to be closer, and you could feel the hard press of his erection against your thigh.

You rocked your hips up against his pelvis, drawing a guttural moan from Bucky's throat. He pulled back, drawing himself up on his haunches. His fingers found their way to the hem of your shirt, teasing the edges as he looked up at you, silently asking you for permission. You nodded, sitting up and raising your hands over your head so he could slide your shirt off. As soon as it was free of your arms, Bucky tossed it aside and brought his lips to your shoulder, kissing his way across your collarbone.

Reaching down, you grabbed the hem of his Henley, slowly rolling it up over his abdomen, placing soft kisses on the hard lines of muscles it revealed. Once you'd fully divested him of his shirt, you let your hands roam the broad expanse of his chest, your lips and tongue trailing open-mouthed kisses across the raised pink scars at his mangled shoulder.

"You don't have to," he said, subtly pulling his shoulder back.

"Shush." You pulled him closer, continuing to kiss his puckered flesh. "I love every inch of you, Bucky. You're beautiful."

He pulled away from you, blue eyes boring into yours like he couldn't believe what he was seeing in front of him.

"How are you even real?" he asked, bringing your lips to his once again, his kisses growing more desperate. "I swear to God, Pocket, 'm gonna take you out, date you so fuckin' hard. Be the best goddamned boyfriend you've ever had."

He wanted to be your boyfriend. Not long ago, those words might have terrified you, but now, with the emotions you'd finally both let yourselves express, they thrilled you.

"You gonna take me to brunch, Barnes?" you teased, nipping at his skin as you rolled your hips up into his, your words coming out in gasps between the mewls of pleasure he was drawing from you. "We goin' to the farmer's market? Fuck--- Spend weekends at bed-n-breakfasts in Vermont?"

Bucky growled as he ground his hips down into yours, the length of his erection pressing down against your clothed clit and making you moan. "Sweetheart, I'll do anything you want. You wanna ride around the city on one of those tandem bicycles?" A dragging of his hips that had you arching your back. "I'm here for it. You wanna share a bowl of spaghetti like those dogs in that movie? I'm your man."

"Baby, I would never make you get on a tandem bike," you gasped, faux scandalized at the suggestion. "A swan paddle boat, maybe, but never a tandem bike. I respect you too much for that."

Bucky laughed as he buried into the crook of your neck. "I'd do it for you, anyway."

"That's the most romantic thing anyone's ever said to me," you told him with a smile.

"Oh, baby," he moaned, licking a stripe along the side of your neck that had you shivering, "We gotta fix that. I'm gonna romance the absolute shit out of you." He moved his mouth, placing kisses down your collar bone, between the valley of your breasts, and down your stomach. You bit your lip as his hands reached the waistband of your pants, his eyes looking up to meet yours as he slowly, so agonizingly slowly, began unbuttoning them.

"Ms. (Y/L/N), Sgt. Barnes," FRIDAY's voice echoed across the room. Bucky groaned and dropped his head on your pelvis at the interruption. "Mr. Stark requests your immediate return to the common room."

It was your turn to groan now as you threw your head back onto the pillow. "How much trouble do you think we'll be in if we just ignore it?" you asked him, reaching down to card your fingers through his hair.

He chuckled as he leaned over to pick up your discarded shirts from the floor. "We don't go, he's libel to come barging in, and I don't know about you, but I'm not keen on Stark getting a load of my bare ass as I'm plowing balls-deep into his favorite little protégé," he said, winking at you as he pulled his Henley back over his head.

"Ew," you laughed, "everyone knows Parker's Tony's favorite little protégé these days. Thank you for that mental image."

Bucky shot you a sardonic look. "Arms, smartass," he said, indicating for you to lift your arms above your head so he could put your shirt back on you. "You got some mouth on you. I ever tell you how much I love it?"

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Birthday boy- Pedri

WC: 2.6k As Pedri's alarm went off I didn't want to open my eyes but then I remembered that it's his birthday and suddenly I was wide awake. Just like always Pedri snoozed his alarm which was perfect for me as it allowed me to sneak out of his bed and downstairs to make him some breakfast. For the last few weeks I've been planning out Pedri's birthday as it's the first one since we started dating. Pedri and I began dating in December last year so after his birthday and also mine but earlier this year Pedri went all out for my birthday and now I want to do something special for him. 

So that I didn't wake Pedri I tried my best to be quiet as I got everything out to make pancakes which he probably shouldn't have but it's his birthday which I think is a good excuse. I made pancakes when Pedri and I first started dating and he loved my recipe so I thought he'd enjoy them on his birthday. They also don't take too long to make so I managed to get enough for the both of us done in time for Pedri's alarm to go off again. Just as I opened the bedroom door again the alarm sounded and Pedri groaned knowing he had to actually wake up this time. I watched him reach across to my side of the bed and when he didn't feel me there me bolted upright to look around the room. 

"Good morning and happy birthday amor" I said to ease his panic 

"God you scared me I didn't know where you'd gone" he said still sounding slightly scared 

"I'm ok I promise I was making pancakes for you" I said coming to sit next to him in bed

"Thank you so much carino your pancakes are amazing" he said 

I handed Pedri his plate and we both sat in bed eating them which usually we would never do in fact we usually have a rule that we don't eat in bed whether that's his or mine but on special occasions the rule can be forgotten. Once we were finished I went to take the plates back downstairs but Pedri pulled me back into bed and brought me right to his chest. I rested my head on his chest as he moved me so I was laying on top of him which allowed us to be as close as physically possible. Neither of us said anything for a while as I just listened to Pedri's heartbeat and he played with my hair occasionally leaving kisses on the top of my head. 

We made the most of our time before Pedri had to get up and quickly shower before rushing off to training as we spent a bit too long cuddled in bed together. Once he had left I got up and headed back to the kitchen to start preparing for the surprise I have planned. When it was my birthday Pedri went all out and made it the best day so I want to do the same for him. Pedri organised a big party for me with all my friends but I know he would prefer a quieter night so that's what I have got planned. I have invited his family over for the evening and I'm going to make dinner for everyone. The hardest part of all of this was getting all the ingredients to Pedri's as we don't live together so I had to bring it all with me when I came over yesterday and then hide it without him seeing. Luckily I managed to do it now I just need to use all the ingredients.

The first thing I did was prep some things to make dinner but then I got out all the ingredients to make a cake as I really wanted to make something for Pedri and he likes everything else I have baked. I haven't made proper cakes very often but I have a good recipe so I got to it straight away putting in all the ingredients and added extra things I know Pedri will like. Once the mixture was ready I put it in two separate tins and then into the oven. While waiting for the cake I got started on blowing up some balloons as I can't let Pedri's birthday go by without decorating his house a little bit and by a little bit I mean a lot. By the time the cake was done I had put balloons nearly everywhere and hung up a little happy birthday banner. Once the cake was done I left it to cool for a bit before decorating it and putting it in the fridge so it didn't melt. 

By the time I'd done everything I needed to get changed as Pedri will be home soon and then his family will be coming over not long after that. When I unpacked my stuff yesterday Pedri saw the outfit I brought to wear tonight and he tried to ask questions about it but I didn't say much and luckily he just left it. I got a new dress a few weeks ago and haven't had a chance to wear it yet but I thought it was perfect for tonight. It's nothing fancy but it's a plain black dress that fits me perfectly so it's perfect for an occasion like this. I washed my hair last night so all I had to do was style it and put a bit of makeup on to make me look a bit more presentable. Just as I finished putting my makeup away I heard Pedri call my name from downstairs so I ran down the stairs to greet him with a big hug. 

"Hi how was training?" I asked 

"Training was good" he said 

"You look beautiful but can I ask why you are dressed up" he said 

"All I'm going to tell you for now is that you need to get changed but we aren't going anywhere so it doesn't have to be anything too fancy" I explained 

"How long have I got?" He asked 

"Around 30 minutes" I said 

He didn't say anything more he just ran off to go and shower presumably which made me laugh especially when I heard him trip up the stairs. His family aren't arriving for about 45 minutes but I wanted a bit of time to tell him what I had planned and get him to taste everything I'd made as he loves doing that. I made my way to the kitchen to start cooking but not before putting some music on with the speaker Pedri put in his kitchen just for me when he realised I love to listen to music as I cook. 

It had barely been 10 minutes when I felt arms wrap around my waist nearly making me jump out of my skin but luckily my brain quickly realised it must be Pedri and stopped me from slapping him. As I turned around I expected him to not be fully ready as he'd not been gone very long but he was dressed and his hair was even styled which usually takes him like half an hour. He looked really good his hair was perfect and he hadn't shaved in a few days so he had a bit of a beard which I love on him. I don't know how I got so lucky with Pedri he's the best boyfriend he treats me so well and he's incredibly attractive which is a great bonus. 

"Can I know what you have planned now?" He asked 

"Your parents and Fer are coming over in a bit and I'm making all your favourite things for dinner" i said 

"You are the best thank you for planning all this" he said 

"You don't need to thank me you made my birthday so amazing so I wanted to do the same for you but I know you would much prefer this to a big party" I said 

"This is why you are the best girlfriend in the entire world" he said leaning down to kiss my cheek 

As I kept cooking Pedri kept his arms around my waist giving me kisses every now and then. He also made me dance to some of our favourite songs when they came on no matter what I was going he pulled me away so we could dance around his kitchen. We were having so much fun that time flew by so quickly and before I knew it the doorbell was ringing meaning our guests had arrived. Pedri finally let go of as he went to answer the door while I followed not far behind after I'd turned the oven off. 

I let Pedri open the door and accept the happy birthday messages from his family before I said hello and thanked them for coming. Pedri's mum offered to help me with dinner but I told her to go enjoy the time with her son seeing as dinner was nearly done anyway. She was more than happy to spend time with Pedri but she did make Fer some and help me set the table which made me laugh as I can do it on my own which I said to Fer but he said he has to follow his mum's instructions or else he'll be in trouble. I didn't make him do much he just helped me put out cutlery and reach the nice plates which were too high for me to reach. 

Once dinner was ready I plated it all up and got everyone sat at the table. I quickly realised I'd forgotten the salad I'd made so I had to run back to the kitchen but when I finally sat down Pedri placed a quick kiss to my cheek which made me turn as red as the tomatoes in the salad as his parents were watching. After that he just kept a hand on my knee which was much better as no one else could see which made me feel a whole lot less awkward. I don't know why I still get awkward around Pedri's family as they have been nothing but lovely towards me but I just can't help but feel like I have to show them that I'm the right one for Pedri. This means I don't like it to seem like I'm completely attached to him which is where too much pda comes in although I know for a fact they didn't mind I just can't get that to sink in. 

"This food is delicious y/n who taught you to cook?" Pedri's mum asked 

"My grandma taught me some things before she passed but she left me all her recipes and I taught myself from them" I explained

"I'm sorry for your loss but I'm sure your grandma would be very proud of how you've taken up cooking from her recipes" she said 

"Thank you" I replied 

"If everyone is finished I'll take the plates to the kitchen and we can all sit in the living room for some cake" I said 

Pedri insisted on helping me take everything to the kitchen but I wouldn't let him wash up as I can do it later after everyone has left. I made him go and sit down before I took out the cake and put the candles on it. As I brought it out everyone started to sing happy birthday and Pedri blew out the candles before I cut everyone a slice of what I think might be the best cake I've ever made. 

We all chatted for a while before it was time for Pedri to open his presents. His landers gave him their gifts first then Fer gave Pedri a few joke gifts which just sums up their relationship perfectly. Then it was my turn which made me a little nervous, I don't have tons of money as I'm still in school and only have a part time job so I can't afford to get Pedri loads of nice things like he did for me on my birthday. I spent months saving for Pedri's birthday and I used some of my student loan to get him his gifts and I know he'd love whatever I get him because it's from he as he would say but he deserves more because he's always so good to me and everyone else in his life. 

I gave Pedri his first gift which was some new hoodies as most of them have ended up in my wardrobe and as its winter I don't want him getting cold. I tried my best to get him things he would like and I seemed to do a good job as he liked all of the hoodies. My next gift was a little bit more thoughtful and personal I wanted to get Pedri more than clothes and then the other day the perfect gift idea just hit me as it was looking me right in the face. Whenever Pedri is round my apartment he is always looking at this one decoration I have on the self in the living room so I decided to get him the same thing except in a different colour. Pedri loved it and straight away put it up on his fireplace next to the trophies he's won which made me smile.

A while later Pedri's family finally left and we were once again alone. Pedri asked a few weeks ago if I'd stay over at his for the whole weekend of his birthday so of course I had to agree because it means spending more time together before the next week gets away from us like it always does. As soon as they were gone Pedri grabbed my hand and pulled me back into the living room where he sat me on the sofa and told me to stay while he ran off upstairs. Pedri can be a strange man at times and this is definitely one of those times as I can't think of anything that he could be going to get from upstairs to give to me especially on his birthday but thats Pedro for you. 

A few minutes later he came back with a big smile on his face and a little box in his hand which had me shaking my head at him because he shouldn't be getting me things on his birthday. My slight annoyance went away pretty quickly though when I saw how giddy he was to give me whatever he had in his hands. I've never seen Pedri quite so excited and also nervous before which made me a little nervous too. 

"What is going on?" I asked 

"I have something for you" he said all excitedly 

He handed me the little box and encouraged me to open it so I took off the little bow which he had clearly done himself. Once I took the lid off the box I was met with a shining silver key which was attached to a few key rings. One was a little house, another was a football and the last was a heart. That's when it all clicked, this was a key to Pedri's place and a proper key not his spare key that I use to get in sometimes when I come over before he's back. 

"I want you to move in with me amor this past year with you has been the best year of my life and when your not around I find myself wishing you were here so I want you to move in with me so we can spend more time together" he said 

"I can't think of anything I want more than to move on with you but only if you're sure" I said 

"I couldn't be more sure I love you more than anything in the world and I want to take the next step and I'll help you move all your stuff whenever your ready" he said 

"Than let's do this let's take the next step in our relationship birthday boy" I smiled before leaning in to kiss Pedri 

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Sweet arrangement | Part 1

PAIRING | Andy Barber x Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 1.7K

SUMMARY | You've been stuck in your little town for years and desperately want to get out of there and start a new life. When a lawyer named Andy Barber sets foot into your diner, he makes you an offer you're not sure you can refuse.

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Light angst, swearing, and discussion of a sugar daddy/-baby relationship.

A/N | I am considering turning this into a small series (3-5 parts at most), but I would like to know if all of you would like to read that. Please let me know what you think; otherwise, this will just be a single one shot 🖤

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Main Masterlist | Andy Barber Masterlist | Series Masterlist Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

''I wish I could just get out of this fucking hellhole of a town already,'' you sigh as you lean against the wall outside the diner you're working at.

''Why don't you go already?'' your colleague Ava says as she lights her cigarette. Luckily, you're standing on the correct side and not bothered by her smoke.

''You know why? Because I don't have the money to get out of here, and even if I did, how the fuck would I know where to go?! I've never been anywhere other than here,'' you say as you squeeze your eyes shut, rubbing your temples to try and ease the impending headache.

''Sometimes I wish someone would just scoop me up and carry me out of here so I would never have to look back,'' you say to Ava before walking back into the diner since your break is over.

You walk back in and go to see your new customers sitting in your section, so you walk over to them.

''Good afternoon, my name is Y/N, and I'll be your server today. Can I get the two of you started with something to drink?'' you say, and suddenly you recognize the man sitting there as Andy Barber. This most handsome lawyer occasionally comes by when he's working at the courthouse in your small town.

You never understood why a courthouse would be in a small town like yours, but you are okay with it, especially not since Andy returned to visit.

''Just 2 coffees, please, and could we also get a menu?'' the woman across from him says, and you nod.

''Of course, 2 coffees and 2 menus coming right up,'' you say as you turn around, not noticing the pair of eyes burning a hole in the back of your head.

''Andy, why don't you just ask her out already? I've seen how you look at her more than once, and you deserve someone to care for in the way you want,'' the woman says.

He sighs and shakes his head slightly. ''I'm not sure it's a good idea. She's nice, but I don't want her to think I'm a creep or anything''.

He doesn't say anything when you arrive back at the table, giving Andy a big smile as you put down his coffee, and you smile at the woman as well, though not as big.

''If you have decided on your order, please let me know, and I'll be right with you,'' you say as you continue to work on the rest of the customers in your section.

However, you can't help but glance over at Andy occasionally, but as soon as your eyes meet his, you turn your gaze away, and your cheeks feel like they're on fire.

The next few days were spent working at the diner, and every time Andy came by, he requested to sit specifically in your section.

Today, however is your day off, so when he requests your section again and hears you're not there, he asks when you will be back.

''She's here again tomorrow,'' Ava said with a smile and immediately she came up with a plan.

When the next day arrives and you set foot in the diner Ava pulls you to the side when you walk into the locker room for you and your colleagues.

''Guess who asked for you yesterday?!'' she said with a tad bit too much enthusiasm for your liking.

''I don't know, the president?!'' you said with a mocking tone but Ava let it slide this time.

''That lawyer that's been sitting in your section the last few days, but when I said you weren't here he excused himself and was gone,'' she tells you and your cheeks light up slightly.

''A-Are you sure?'' you ask her.

''Of fucking course I'm sure, dumbass! He's here to see you! You should totally ask him out!'' she says with a mischievous grin on her face.

''Girl, he's like twice my age, I'm not gonna ask him out!'' you say, but you would be lying if you didn't think about being with him. In every single way.

''So? Just give it a chance,'' Ava tells you and you roll your eyes before turning to your locker, getting ready for your workday.

Now that you know Andy will be visiting again, you decide to wear lipstick matching your red uniform; your eye makeup is a little dark to finish.

Andy is already seated in your section and alone this time. When he sees you, he softly gasps at how you look because you have never looked more beautiful than you do right now.

''Good afternoon, Mr. Barber, what can I get started for you today?'' you say as you stand next to the table, but he can't bring the words out of his mouth.

''Mr. Barber? Are you okay?'' you say and he suddenly snaps out of his trance when you place a hand on his shoulder.

''Sorry, it's just- You look so different and it suits you well,'' he says with a reassuring smile.

''Thank you, I thought I'd try this out for a change,'' you say as you lie through your teeth, you did this just for him and no one else.

He orders his usual lunch and when he's done he hands you a very generous tip along with his business card. You flip it over to see the words ''Call me'' written on it, that's all it says.

Sudden butterflies erupt in your stomach as you read those words, your cheeks turning a deep red shade as you watch him walk out of the door.

Andy's business card is still on your nightstand a few days later; he has yet to return since he handed it to you. The case he was working on must've been over, so he gave you the card.

You decide to take a leap of faith and grab your old cell phone from your nightstand, the screen is broken beyond repair and it definitely needs a replacement but you can't afford it, so you make do with what you have.

Dialing Andy's number and putting the phone against your ear has your heart go crazy in your chest, and after four rings he picks up.

''Andy Barber,'' he says with a deep voice, and your heart skipped a beat.

''Uh, hi, Mr. Barber. This is Y/N Y/L/N from the diner. I found your business card and decided to take you up on your offer to call you,'' you say nervously.

''I'm glad you did because I hoped to discuss something with you over dinner. Are you free this weekend?'' he asks and you shut your eyes while biting your lip in disbelief. This can't really be happening.

''I am free on Sunday,'' you tell him.

''Okay, can I pick you up at your house at 7 p.m.? I want to take you out to dinner like I said earlier if that's okay with you,'' he offers, and you agree, giving him your address.

''Okay, see you on Sunday, Sugar,'' he says, and you gasp softly at the nickname he just gave you, which definitely didn't go unnoticed by you.

Since you didn't know what kind of restaurant Andy was taking you to, you opted for a business casual outfit, hoping it would be good enough for your destination.

When Andy arrives, he texts you that he's here, and you walk out the door, locking the door behind you as you see Andy leaning against his car.

''Hi, Mr. Barber,'' you say as you approach him.

''Please, you can call me Andy,'' he says, just like many times before, though now is the first time you're taking him up on the offer.

''I'm sorry, Andy, it's just a little weird to call you by your first name since I've only seen you in the diner until now,'' you say, and he nods.

''It's okay, Sugar, don't worry about it,'' he says as he opens the passenger side door for you, and you slide into the comfortable seat.

The drive to the restaurant is filled with small talk, and you notice that you feel comfortable around him, so you easily reciprocate in the topics he's bringing up.

Once you arrive at the restaurant, Andy guides you in, and the two of you are led to a private area so Andy can discuss his offer with you.

''First, I want to let you know that you can always say no to my offer if you're uncomfortable with it. I don't want to pressure you with this offer, and if you happen to agree but at any point want out of it, that's okay too,'' he starts off as he holds your hand.

''O-Okay,'' you say, nervous about what's coming.

''I'm just going to outright say it: I want to offer you a sugar daddy/-baby relationship. I would love to take care of you however you want or need, but it would first and foremost be financial. It can be of a sexual nature, too, but it doesn't have to be if that's not okay. You will basically get money from me each month to do with whatever you want, and if you ever want anything else, you can ask me, and I'd be more than happy to provide,'' he says.

''What? I-I'm not sure,'' you say as you let the offer sink in.

''Would I have to live with you?'' is your first question.

''We can negotiate the terms you are uncomfortable with, Sugar. Like I said, I don't want to make you do anything you're not okay with, so whatever you decide is okay with me,'' he says, secretly wishing you would say yes to his offer.

''Is it okay if I think about it for a few days? It's a lot to take in,'' you say, and he nods.

''Of course,'' he says, and the rest of the night is spent with more light conversation, and you're starting to be more and more comfortable being around him.

When he drops you off at home, he walks you to your door, and you kiss him softly on his bearded cheek.

''I'll let you know what I decide in a few days. Thank you for the great dinner, though, and I hope to see you soon,'' you say before walking into your house.

You lean against the door after closing with a huge smile. This might exactly be the chance you need to get out of this fucking hellhole of a town already.

#andy barber #andy barber one shot #andy barber fanfic #andy barber fanfiction #andy barber imagine #andy barber x female reader #andy barber x reader #andy barber angst #andy barber fluff

[cherr-22]

TNGDH 37

The night was long as Kyle said.

All the liveliness of the marketplace disappeared the next night and it felt as if the winter’s cold hadn’t gone away.

The candles held in the children’s hands fluttered with the wind. Small sobs escaped from the mouths of people who were wiping away their tears in the dark.

It was a quiet night. The longing and cries that were buried during the day seeped out in the dark.

I looked straight ahead at Kyle, who had his eyes closed. Why did he look more solemn and pitiful than those who were crying?

It was a night where two hours felt like a whole day.

*

I sat in the hamster house and stared at the system window seriously.

Underneath the familiar signboard, [Love Love Corner~❤], were items lined up. The background, which was normally translucent blue, changed to pink.

‘Did it update? I don’t see any particular changes though.’

I flipped through the pages and the system popped up as if it had just woken up.

[(ˉ﹃ˉ)]

Hey, Hey. Stop sleeping. Did you stay up all night or something?

I’ve been thinking about it since before, but the system strangely mimicked people. Like being tired, or feeling angry or embarrassed.

‘Though it’s nice since it feels like I have company by my side.’

I laughed and the system blinked. It showed me a different emote.

[(づ￣//￣)づ]

An emote waving its hands towards one direction.

I looked at the direction it was pointing. There was a small banner and underneath that banner was an item.

‘You made a banner just for this one item?’

Why so flashy.

I narrowed my eyes and viewed the banner the system spent its entire night on making. If I didn’t, it felt like the system would feel disappointed in its wasted efforts.

Let’s see. Valen…….

―Squeak…… (Are you serious……?)

[Today is Valentine’s Day! Try sharing your love to your fated partner!]

Hey, this…….

I stared at the system window with a puzzled expression on my face. If you had the time to make something like this, you should’ve made something more useful! I didn’t give you Miracle Points just for you to do this!

I crossed my legs and pointed my finger at the system.

How about making cookies cheaper! You know how much I lost from buying so much this time!

[（＞人＜；）]

The system displayed an intimidated emote.

……Was I too harsh?

I felt a little bad as I saw it sweating profusely.

Alright. I’m thankful you put in a lot of effort just for me. Who knows. Maybe it’ll be something useful. It looks to be an item that goes into my inventory, so I could take it with me and use it whenever it’s necessary.

‘Let’s see what it is first.’

I read through the description of the item called [Almond Chocolate].

Made with the highest quality almonds and freshly squeezed milk, with cacao grown from the sunniest place…… okay, whatever. It’s delicious. As for its ability… [Makes the person who eats it feel happy!].

―Squeak. (Come out.)

[ ε=ε=ε=┏(゜ロ゜;)┛]

I furiously kicked at the system window as it ran away. You’re telling me to pay 43 Hearts for something like this?

While I ran around the hamster house, the study door opened.

It was of course, Kyle.

He looked less tired than yesterday but still haven’t recovered fully yet. There didn’t seem to be any injuries.

I paused and called the system.

‘Hey, system.’

The system blinked with a [(⊙_⊙)？]. I took a deep breath and checked the remaining Hearts I had.

60 Hearts.

‘I’ll give you ten more, so can you add an extra chocolate option for me?’

It displayed an emote that looked like someone rubbing their chin. Where did it learn to do that? It hasn’t been long since it opened the store, yet it already became such a businessman.

‘It’s not a big deal. Just a fatigue recovery chocolate. I’m giving you extra Hearts for my request.’

I gave the system the puppy eyes. A nodding emote along with a [Loading……] sign came up.

Kyle walked over to me. I obediently climbed up onto his hand.

You must be very tired.

However, as the leader of the knights and the Grand Duke of the North, he couldn’t say a single word about how difficult and tiring it was.

That’s why, it’s times like this that I should…….

―…….

O-oh. Okay. Kiss me all you want. ……And stop eating my fur.

“You’re cute today too, Cashew.”

After kissing me for a whole ten minutes, Kyle reorganized my fur.

Somehow, I felt like my energy has been sucked out.

Maybe it’s because I haven’t received kisses like these for a while. Not only did they feel longer than usual, but I was also out of breath. I laid face down in his palm as if my soul was drained out.

Then, as if to comfort me, he shared some unexpected good news.

“You remember when I tried to inject something into your body? I apologize for what happened back then. That won’t happen again in the future. He told me that trying to force mana into your body could be bad for you.”

―Squeak squeak! (That’s right! You made the right choice!)

I jumped and sat up straight. Then, I patted his thumb with my small paw as if praising him. I’m so proud of you. You’re amazing. Listening to my words so well!

“You’re that happy? Besides your slow growth rate, there isn’t anything wrong with your body. Let’s wait a bit more and see. If anything does happen, we could always take you to the demonic beast specialist. No matter what, I’ll save you.”

I’m worried about your life, yet you’re worried about my own.

I turned around and checked the system window next to Kyle.

His lifespan had about a month and a half remaining.

I had no idea what remaining incidents were left for him, but I knew that there was one major event before the season was over.

*

“Ahem.”

I stood in front of Kyle’s door and cleared my throat.

Strangely enough, I always felt nervous whenever I stood before his room. The previous time I stood before his door, I felt nervous because I made a mistake, but today I just felt a little embarrassed.

The system worked faster than expected. In the 10 minutes it took Kyle to kiss me, they added an additional option in the store and raised the price.

Honestly, I wished the system had forgotten about the price raise, but there was a red line drawn across with the number 53 written next to it.

As a result, I only had 7 Hearts left. Once upon a time, I had over 100 Hearts……

This is all for Kyle. For Kyle.

I shook my head and knocked on the door lightly. Kyle’s voice was heard from inside, telling me to come in.

“It’s you.”

Kyle took off his glasses.

I walked over to his desk with the chocolate clenched tightly behind my back. He waited for me with a soft smile on his face.

Don’t smile like that. It’s making me feel strange.

I ignored the heat coming up to my ears and held out the box of chocolates to him. He obediently accepted it with a puzzled look on his face.

“What is this?”

“You will know once you open it.”

Kyle untied the beautifully wrapped pink ribbon and opened the box.

I didn’t look inside before giving them to Kyle, but there were round pink, white, and black chocolates filling the box with the center……

“…….”

“…….”

Hey. System.

Hey. Stop hiding from me.

“Did you make these yourself?”

���……Ah. Uh. Well. Yes. It just so happened…….”

Something was written on top of the large chocolate heart.

To my beloved Kyle, His Highness.

I felt like hitting my throbbing head a few times.

Why didn’t I check this beforehand. Why did I give him this. I should’ve seen what was inside before giving it to him!

My clenched fist trembled. Once I return, I will definitely get my revenge on the system. I’d only feel better once I either give it a premature death or grab it by its collar.

I wasn’t sure if Kyle understood my feelings properly or not, but he stared at the chocolates for a long time before picking up a round piece and putting it in his mouth.

“I had no idea you were good at making desserts too.”

“It just so happens that I’m good at various things.”

“But why the chocolate all of the sudden?”

“……From where I came from, today is the day where you give chocolates to someone you respect or are thankful for. It’s not a big deal, but I just remembered as I saw the calendar…… ah. It’s a traditional event passed down from generation to generation, so please take it.”

The situation was embarrassing, so I prolonged our conversation by rambling.

As soon as I finished my gibberish, he picked up another round chocolate and put it into my mouth this time.

“Then I must give one to you too. Today is February 14? I’ll keep it in mind from now on.”

“…….”

He laughed.

It was the most relaxed smile I’ve seen in a while. How can he smile so well when he looks colder than anyone else?

I relaxed my fist and squatted down. I heard the sound of a chair being pushed back, but I couldn’t raise my head.

Was there an effect in the chocolate that makes your heart beat? Or perhaps I was so embarrassed that I had arrhythmia.

I shut my eyes tight as I listened to my heart thump.

The chocolate he gave me melted in my mouth. It was so sweet that I started to feel strange.

Surely, it’s just the chocolate.

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#tngdh

[late-to-the-party-81]

Colourblind

AN: this was written for Roo’s Mini March Madness and my prompts were Shoelaces, plaid shirt and panties in the mouth. I hope this tickles your fancy @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

Beta’d by Tits McGee herself, @yarnforbrains 

Dividers by @firefly-graphics and moodboard/banner by me 

Master list

Relationship: Dark! Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 3.5k

CW: THIS IS A DARK FIC! Non-Con, Steve is a ‘nice guy’, Manipulation, Invasion of privacy, Kidnap, Knocking out (through removal of air flow), Forced Orgasm, Somnophilia, Bondage, ‘Basement Wifing’, Delusion.

With your eyes closed and your arms outstretched, you took a deep breath and took in the fresh air, feeling the warm sun on your skin. This was the new start that you needed. 

When the way that you worked changed due to  the pandemic, you took the opportunity to make the most of remote working and gave up the parts of the corporate rat-race you hated. You sold your soul-less apartment in the city and moved up-state to the rolling hills and tall mountains, where you could reconnect with nature and heal your inner self.

Years of stress, compounded by bad relationship after bad relationship had left you hankering for solitude. You still had some parts of your job that had to be done in person, but travelling back to the city for two nights a month didn’t seem so bad when the rest of the time you would be here, in your simple woodland sanctuary.

This move hadn’t been done totally on a whim; you’d done research into where you could be that was out of the way enough, but wouldn’t leave you struggling with all the chores needed. In the end you’d managed to find a place that had an electricity supply for lights and an internet connection, so you wouldn’t have to worry about a generator, but still required a wood burner for heating and hot water. That you could manage. Your mail would go to a PO box at the general store in the local town, and you planned to go once a week to stock up on the basics.

You’d arrived yesterday and spent most of the time since your arrival unpacking and sorting. But this morning when you’d awoken, the sun coming in through the curtains had been so inviting there was no way you could immediately resume your inside tasks without doing a little exploring and getting that peace that you’d moved here for.

You did have a vague idea of what the local area was like - you’d researched that as well, but you hadn’t had the chance to explore on foot before your arrival. You knew that in addition to  the rough road that led to town, there was a small path, worn by pairs of feet over the years, to the neighbouring property that sat about 2 miles away. You supposed now was as good a time as any other to introduce yourself to your new neighbour - it would be a blessing if you could be on good terms with them.

You made your way along the narrow track, enjoying the way the trees formed a canopy, letting dappled light through. The area was teeming with life, and you saw more flowers in 100 yards than you ever saw from the window of your old apartment. In the distance, you saw a few deer, and you stilled and held your breath as they lifted their heads, scented you on the air, and then disappeared further into the trees. Then, on top of that were all the birds. You had no interest in ornithology, but even your untrained eyes and ears could pick out half a dozen different species. All in all, the walk was exactly what you’d hoped it would be - a soul soothing experience. Hopefully, if all went well with your neighbour and you made a new friend, it would be one you’d repeat regularly.

The path in front of you widened and the trees thinned, and between them you could see another cabin, similar to your own. As you approached, you could hear a rhythmic noise, and it took you a moment to realise it was the sound of wood being competently split with an axe. You blinked as you came out of the shade, using your hand to shield your eyes, and you followed the sound around the side of the cabin, ready to meet your neighbour.

You didn’t know exactly what you were expecting, but the apparent ‘Greek God come to life’, there in front of you, was not it. He was tall - well over 6 foot - with broad shoulders straining the seams of his plaid shirt, a narrow waist and a denim-clad ass that looked like you could easily bounce a dime off it. You stepped on a small branch that cracked under your foot and he spun round, as if anticipating trouble. You were mesmerised though. His hair, both on his head and in his beard, glowed golden in the sunlight. His blue eyes, as deep and dangerous as the ocean, held yours captive, even as they narrowed. Your body thrummed with desire, a feeling that was almost alien to you. And there was just something about him that struck you as… familiar?

“Who are you?” His voice was gruff, like he hadn’t used it in a while, although you supposed if he lived here alone and had no-one to talk to regularly, that was highly likely. You swallowed and plastered a smile onto your face, forcing your strange reaction down. You held out your hand.

“Umm, hi! I’m your new neighbour. Just moved into the cabin at the other end of the trail.” You managed to give him your name as you trailed off. You were worried for a second at his unwelcoming expression and the way he was still holding his axe, but then his lips twitched, and he swung the axe down into the chopping block. With one stride, he was suddenly closer, enclosing your hand in his much larger one.

“Nice to meet you, neighbour. I’m Steve. And welcome to the neighbourhood.” He chuckled at his little joke, and it put you at ease. “What brings you to this little slice of paradise?” He released your hand, and you found that you missed the warmth of his.

“Looking for a quieter life, really. I don’t need to be in an office all the time to do my job, so I thought I might as well pack up, move out, and lead a simpler life.” 

He looked at you, eyes searching as though trying to work out what to make of you.

“‘I’? Not ‘we’?”

You looked down at your feet, feeling small under his gaze, and started to pick at your nails.

“Definitely ‘I’. I’m hoping some time out here -  to myself - will make me better at identifying red flags.”

Steve snorted.

“Well, all the green out here should help.  What have you got planned for the rest of your day?”

His friendly attitude had you looking back up at him.

“A bit more unpacking, a bit of wood chopping for the stove, and then a run into town to sort out my PO Box and get some groceries. It’s probably going to be a bit of a rush after taking time out for a walk and coming to meet you, but I just needed to connect with nature, you know?”

“I understand perfectly, doll. ‘S why I’m out here too. Had to get away from it all and spend some time by myself. Still do a bit of consulting, every now and again, but I’m lucky enough that I don’t need to work regularly any more. Oh, and don’t worry about wood chopping - I’ve got more than enough here - I tend to go a little overboard, get lost in the repetitive action. How about I drive some round to you in a bit, and then I can give you a lift down into town? I gotta go anyway, and it seems silly for us to both use up fuel.”

You started a little at the suggestion. It felt wrong to accept the help from him, having only been acquainted for less than half an hour, as well as the ‘stranger danger’ aspect. But… it would make your life easier, and you weren’t getting any ‘weird’ vibes from him since his initial confrontational facade had worn off.

“If you’re sure you really don’t mind?” 

He smiled down at you and it lit up his face.

“Would I offer if I minded? And besides, it’s the neighbourly thing to do. Shall I come round about midday? We can head on down and then I can show you the best place to eat in town. Sound good?”

You nodded in agreement. “Sounds good, Steve.”

It was the beginning of your friendship. Steve kept you supplied with chopped wood and drove you both down to town once a week, and in return you walked over to his cabin every couple of days, bringing him pies and cookies and your conversation. When you were in town, you started shopping for groceries, and Steve would collect both your and his mail, and you’d meet up at the dinner. It was nice and uncomplicated, and you were happy to have a male friend that didn’t set your alarm bells ringing.

3 months later

“Steve?” 

It was Thursday morning, one of your regular days for coming over to see your neighbour. You’d felt a bit like ‘Little Red Riding Hood’ this morning as you’d placed the apple pie in your old style basket so you could carry it over to Steve’s cabin without damaging it. 

You were hoping that he was in a better mood today. It was clear to you that something had been bothering him the last couple of weeks. He seemed to be more worried about your safety, trying to get you to stay longer and offering to come over and check on you more often. You weren’t sure what had started his paranoia. Maybe you could drag it out of him today over a slice of pie?

However, when you arrived in the clearing and made your way around the side of his house, he wasn’t there chopping wood like he normally was. His truck was still out front though, so maybe he was inside. You trotted back around, climbing up the veranda steps to rap on the door.

“Hello! Steve?” The door was slightly ajar, and you called through the gap.

“I’m in here, honey!”

Honey? Why was Steve calling you that? Odd.

You pushed the door open and walked in. Steve was standing in the corner by his stove, a cast iron skillet resting on the top, with something sizzling within it. He wiped his hands on a dish towel and turned towards you, a wide smile on his face. You smiled in return, glad to see he was in a better mood today.

“What have you brought me, doll? You know your baking is the highlight of my week.”

You waved your hand at him in a shoo-ing gesture, feeling heat travel up your neck and to your cheeks.

“Steve! Don’t embarrass me. And if my cooking is the highlight of your week, then you need to get out more.”

He cocked his head to the side, eyes sparkling.

“But I don’t wanna get out more. Sorta the point of living all the way up here, just like you.”

He had a point

“Touche.”

You breezed past him, your cotton dress swishing around your knees, as you made your way to his kitchen counter, placing your basket upon it and lifting out the pie. Steve came up behind you and peered over your shoulder. Part of your brain was disturbed by how close he was to you, but the other part reassured you that it was just Steve. He was so big that he felt close, no matter where he was in the room in relation to you.

“Oooh, apple! How’d you know it was my favorite, doll?”

You turned your head over your shoulder to look up at him. He really was a handsome man, and if you weren’t set on your path of self improvement and being man-free, you could easily do something stupid, but you didn’t want to lose his friendship.

“Who doesn’t like apple pie?”

He chuckled.

“You won that point, sweetheart. Will you stay for lunch? I’m cooking steak.”

You were sorely tempted. It did smell delicious, and all you had planned for you back at your cabin was grilled cheese and some soup. As you contemplated you nibbled your lower lip.

“I really shouldn’t. I’ve got some work to do, and I don’t want to impose.”

“Don’t be silly, honey. You fit right in, in here. Makes it feel more homely when you’re around. But how come you’ve still got work?”

“You know, cos I work.”

His brow furrowed.

“No, you don’t.”

What?

“Umm, yes I do.”

“You are silly, doll. You did work, but you resigned, remember?”

You spun around to face him and found yourself trapped between his large frame and the counter, his arms barricading you in. A prickle of unease made its way up your spine.

“No I didn’t. I think I’d remember if I resigned from the job I love.”

“But you love me more than that silly job though, don’t you, honey? You resigned so you could be with me. Live here and keep me company and have our babies.”  He smiled at you. A smile you didn’t recognise on his face. Ducking under his arm you stomped across the room.

“I don’t know what type of joke you’re trying to make, Steve, but it’s not funny.

You started to make your way towards the door, but found yourself pulled to a stop by Steve’s arms wrapping around you. In other circumstances this would be wonderful, but with the way Steve was acting and things he was saying, you were entirely freaked out.

“Steve! Let me go! I’m not in the mood. I want to go home and I’ll speak to you later when you can be nice.”

You repressed a shiver as his face came down to your neck, his nose sliding up it, followed by his beard, that rasped and tickled over your sensitive skin.

“I am being nice, honey. And you don’t need to go anywhere. You are home.”

You tried to break out of his hold, but his arms were like steel bands around your frame.

“Steve! It’s not funny any more. I have work to do.”

He growled low in his throat, and you froze.

“I told you, you don’t have work any more. You might not have sent the letter, but I knew you wanted to be here with me. It was easy to get their address from your payslip when I picked up your mail. Told them you didn’t want to be contacted, and they just had to accept it.”

As his words settled in your brain, your struggles began anew, and with more vigour. Steve wasn’t just being strange, he was downright deluded! You kicked at his shins and tried to wriggle out of his grip, chanting “Let me go! Let me go!” But all Steve did was shush you, like you were a toddler having a tantrum.

“Shh, shh, honey. Don’t be like this. You accused me of not being nice, but what is this, huh?”

One of his large hands came up over your mouth, and he pinched your nose between his finger and thumb. Your eyes went wide with panic as your head started to swim.

“Calm down, doll. Take it easy. That’s it. That’s it. Sleep now.”

Your vision went spotty as your heels kicked ineffectually against him, your lungs burning as you started to run out of air. Then it all went dark.

Your body trembled, waves of pleasure running through you, despite the uncomfortable ache in your shoulders and arms. The ecstasy continued, and you whined, not knowing if you wanted it to stop or continue. It had been so long since you’d felt it and…

Your memory returned like a flood. Your eyes shot open to see Steve’s blue eyes looking up at you from between your legs, where he was feasting on your cunt, bringing you to your peak even as you lay unconscious. Those pools of ocean blue danced when he saw your awareness come back in, and he sucked harder, tipping your traitorous body back over the edge, moans leaving your mouth against your will.

As you came back down from your orgasm,and gained more control over yourself, you tried to shift, moving your legs up the bed and away from him, but a sudden twist caused pain to arch down your arm. That’s when you realised that both your upper limbs were bound above your head. You drew your gaze away from a grinning Steve -  a Steve whose beard was soaked from your release - to peer up at how you were tied.

Shoelaces. Tied around your wrist, loose enough that they wouldn’t cut off your blood supply, but tight enough that you couldn’t slide your hand out unless you managed to dislocate both your thumbs.

Steve crawled up the bed slowly, but you couldn’t get away. He cupped your face and kissed you, your own scent filling your nose as he forced your mouth open and invaded you with his tongue. The denim of his jeans scraped your thighs, thighs that were sensitive and raw from the burn of his beard as he’d violated you.

“Hey, welcome back, honey. Sorry I started without you, but you looked so sweet, I couldn’t help myself. Been waiting a long time, ever since Wilson and Barnes told me that a beautiful young thing was interested in the property.”

Wilson and Barnes? That was the name of the realtor company that had brokered the sale of your cabin to you. How did Steve know them?

“My old friends knew exactly what I needed in my retirement. I spent so long saving the world - it owed me. And look… it gave me you, honey. And we’re going to be so happy. I know it. You just gotta let yourself get used to it.”

He was mad. Saving the world? What on earth did he mean?

“And when you’re ready, you can be Mrs. Rogers. Would you like that, sweetheart? How many ladies get the opportunity to get married to one Captain America, while another and the Winter Soldier act as witnesses.”

Rogers? How had you gone these last months without finding out his last name? Everything slotted together like a frightening puzzle in your mind. Why you’d felt so at ease with Steve when you’d first met him, why he seemed familiar despite having never met him. It was the beard - it had been enough to stop you instantly recognising America’s Golden Boy, thought dead after the final battle against Thanos. And Sam Wilson, the new Captain America had sanctioned - had assisted! - in this kidnapping, as a favour to his old comrade.

You heard the metal sound of Steve’s jeans zipper and it triggered your fight instinct.

“No! No! Get off! I don’t want this. I don’t want this!” You bucked your hips but only succeeded in rubbing your bare mound over Steve’s bulge, encased solely by his briefs.

Steve looked down at you with condescension.

“Honey, you’re too shocked by all this to know what you want, and I think you need to stop talking before you say something you’ll regret. Let me help you with that.”

He reached to the side, to a scrap of fabric lying near your feet. He enclosed it in his large hand and brought it up to his face, eyes closing as he took a long, indrawn breath through his nose. Part of the cloth poked out from between his fingers and you recognised it as your panties.

“Fuck! Now that you’re here I can smell this delicious scent whenever I want…” He opened his eyes and looked back down at you. “...and taste it too. But right now, I need you to understand that we belong together.”

With his free hand he squeezed your cheeks, forcing your mouth open, and even as you glared at him he pushed your panties into your mouth, then stroked the side of your face with the back of his knuckles

“There. You look so pretty, honey. Hope you’re ready? You’re gonna enjoy this - I know I will.”

You knew you should still be struggling, but as he pushed his jeans off and followed it quickly with his plaid shirt, part of you knew there was no point. He was too big. Too strong. Too determined. Any resistance would probably end up with you being hurt even more.

As Steve pulled down his briefs you turned your head away, a tear rolling down your cheek. It appeared that despite your best intentions, you’d been colour blind - mistaking the red flags for green.

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[mybworlds]

CHAPTER 4

status: ongoing

pairing: joel miller x f!reader

summary: your life is full of 'must'. You live with your overprotective mother who controls every aspect of your life. You have a dream, to write romance novels, but love - real love - you haven't found yet. Your mother has even decided what you must do in your free time: play music. One day, however, when you go to your music teacher's house, you will have an unexpected encounter and from that day on things change…

rating: 18+ explicit (minors, DNI)

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The following day, you start your shift at 6 A.M. It's freezing. People come in with gloves, hats, thick scarves and snow boots.

"It's going to be a tough shift." says Helen, one of your few close friends "I lit the fire, but it seems to be a wiring problem." she adds with a snort, while you turn on the various equipments, detach the arm of the coffee machine, and you start cleaning and maintenance everything.

"Don't worry. Surely things will improve in a while," you say in a vain attempt to think positive and think that everything can't ever be all bad.

"A large coffee." says one of the first customers. You quickly prepare everything and serve it.

"A cappuccino." says someone else.

"A coffee with vodka." you're practically spinning like a top.

It's almost 7 A. M. and you find yourself yawning, tired. Maybe due to your hard shift and the night spent thinking about those sweet dark eyes and that face that somehow bewitched you.

"Didn' sleep?" asks a voice while you're yawning that forces you to cover your mouth and eye-popping.

It's Joel.

A gnns-like response comes out of your mouth that makes him smile.

"What are you doing here?" you ask him. It's an obvious question considering you are in a coffee shop.

"I'd like a coffee." he replies shrugging his shoulders.

Only then, you look at him more carefully, his dark curly hair messed up as if he just run his hand through his hair, he is wearing a dark jacket and dark pants.

"Comin' right up." you say running behind the counter, your hands trembling.

"So, you work here?" he asks sitting on a stool on the other side of the counter.

"Yes." you reply, looking at the coffee grinder into which you drop the mixture.

You feel his eyes follow you every step of the way, and you feel uncomfortable for the first time. It's something practically every customer does, but if it's Joel, well it's different. It's not the first time he does, he did it yesterday in class too, but it's different here in your workplace. It's as if he's entered a personal sphere of you, and allowing him to look inside makes you feel like violated.

You shake your head, it's just a job and he's just a customer you're making coffee, nothing more.

Helen looks first at you and then at him, then back at you with a complicit and amused look and serves breakfast to another customer.

"Nice place." he says looking around "Are croissants fresh?" he asks you.

"Given the temperature they'll be frozen!" you exclaim smiling looking in his direction and making him chuckle.

"Good one!" he agrees "Actually, it's freezing here." he adds looking around.

"The heating system isn't working properly today!" interjects Helen.

Joel looks at her with raised eyebrows, then his eyes wander over her and you "Just today or even past few days?" he asks as he gets up from his stool.

"It's … at least three days," you say shrugging your shoulders.

"And you work here in a freezer!" he bursts out shaking his head "When you call someone to fix it?! You'll catch a pneumonia, girls," he adds.

"It's okay, we're kids," you reply using an offended tone.

"Where's the boiler? I'll take a look." says Joel looking around.

"Don't worry, you don't have to." you say, at the same time Helen says, "Over there, behin' the door."

Joel thanks her and walks away, you shoot your friend a disapproving look "What?" she asks.

"Why did you tell him to do that?"

"Is there anything you want to tell me?" she asks you, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow. You hate when she assumes that pose.

"He's my music teacher, okay?" you tell her looking to the door where Joel walked in.

"He looks like someone who knows what's up," she says.

You nod, pursing your lips.

"And he's very handsome too," she adds.

"Stop it!" you claim, widening your eyes.

"Are you jealous?" she asks giving you a little nudge.

"What? No. He's not my type." you reply, although you realize you can't tell or be absolutely certain.

"That's everyone's type." she winks at you, "If I introduced him to Gina, she would probably give him a blowjob by now."

"Ssshhh!" you shut her "Not now and not here. It bothers me when you talk openly about these things!"

Helen laughs winking at you "Go and see if your non-type needs help or a hand."

You glare at her before stepping out from behind the counter and going to see.

"May I come in?" you say softly, opening the door; Joel is right back there. His gaze is so absorbed that he gives you an almost stern look, but then in a few seconds he gives you a gentle and sweet look "How's it going? Can you figure it out?"

He gives you a little smile and replies, "This is a small part of my job. You know, among other things, I like to carve wood and make small sculptures. I think you watched 'em." you nod, remembering about those small wood carvings reproducing animals.

"Is there anything you're not good at?" you ask smiling at him and making him smile.

"There are many things I can't do."

"Give me an example."

"The way you prepared coffee, the best I can do is to put in a waffle."

You smile, shaking your head, "It's very simple instead. You'd learn immediately with a little practice."

He smiles again to turn his attention back to the boiler, you see him intent on tightening the bolts with a tool that you never seen the point or its specific name. You watch his big hands and feel a strange sensation to think about how they can be so gentle playing a guitar and so strong fixing a boiler.

"That's it! Everything should work now, go turn it on." you do it immediately "Good and now let's have breakfast!" he exclaims "Ah, wait a minute where is the bathroom? I need to wash my hands." he says.

You point to a door on the left so he can use the bathroom.

You, meanwhile, return behind the counter; two more customers have arrived who fortunately want a coffee only and leave.

After a while, Joel returns with a huge smile and sits on the same stool as before.

"Before you mentioned about the croissants," he says, "What's today's flavor?"

"Cream croissant, croissant with apricot, cherry cornetti, chocolate croissant, simple croissant. If I may suggest, I recommend a honey cornetto, it's heavenly." you say with a smile.

He smiles looking in your eyes, "Have you tried it? From the look on your face I'd say so."

You get close placing your forearms on the counter so you can be very close to him "Well, I can tell you, I stole it once and that was my lunch. It was the best thing about that day."

Only then, you realize you got too close, swallowing hard, you're mesmerized by those melted chocolate eyes.

"All right. Let's go with Honey cornetto." he says without breaking eye contact with you "Two."

You smile back at him, returning his gaze and moving away from him to take the croissants "You eat 'em now?"

"No, thank you. Could ya put 'em in a bag?" he asks you.

You just nod with a little smile.

"When are you going to dip his fingers in your honey jar?" Helen asks you in an ear making your eyes roll.

"Helen!" you exclaim, pushing her.

"Thank God he was boring! I'd like someone like him would teach me something every day," she says glancing at Joel.

"Helen, stop it! And then lower your voice, don't make a bad impression!" you exclaim in shock.

"I'm making these appreciations, not you!" she retorts with a complicit smile "Besides, judging by the way you've approached and the way he's staring at you dumbfounded…my guess is there's something going on!"

"Stop it!" you exclaim, turning away from her and approaching Joel.

"Tonight you tell us everything," she adds as a threat.

You look back at her and slip out something like I kill you, she smiles naively and goes back to work.

When you look at Joel, you realize he is watching you with curiosity "Are you okay? Did your friend say too much?"

Gotcha.

"Yes." you immediately try to change the topic giving him the croissants "She's like that, so what - what are we going to do later?" you ask him.

"What did she tell you that was so special to make you blush like that?" he persists.

"Um, no, nothing. You'd laugh, maybe," you answer evasively.

"About you? I don't think so." he says without looking away from you and grabbing the bag you are handing him "Go ahead!"

You widen your eyes "Um…" if it's possible you blush even more "no, it's nothing. Um, I was just falling before with some coffee and croissants, that's all." you say without sharing a look.

You're absolutely sure he didn't believe your answer, but he decides not to ask more questions.

So much better!

When you leave the bar at the end of your shift, you find Joel's SUV outside. He honks his horn and you pull up, open the door, and immediately you are greeted by the hot air conditioning in the cabin and that warm smile that has been accompanying your days recently.

"Hi." you say as you relax into the seat.

"Hi." he says and then pulls off his gloves and leans toward you and, in a gesture that surprises you greatly, takes your hands in his. His hands are so big that yours feel like a child's by comparison. His are so warm, so….

You almost feel like you're coming short of that feeling, that warmth, and not just physical; something warms inside you. Something unfamiliar that makes your heart flutter once again.

"Good thing, I can feel you've been warm," he comments, smiling at you and making you smile.

"Yes, well a guy came today. He wanted to have breakfast, but then he had the goodness to fix the boiler!" you exclaim jokingly about the episode.

"Oh yeah?" he asks you "Do I know him?" he adds mockingly, turning away from you.

"Um, I think so, you know," you say "He's a good man, confident, witty, smart."

"He seems like a clever guy." he remarks, releasing the hand brake and putting on the right-hand blinker.

"Yes. Although he does everything to seem obnoxious," you tease him.

"So, I must know him, we'll get along fine!" he exclaims, smiling and turning his gaze toward you.

See him so relaxed and happy warms your heart.

You share a serene and happy look, a look that makes your stomach clench in a so new and so unique feeling.

"Besides, if he goes to that place, he definitely drinks the best coffee in town!" he exclaims, making you blush.

"It's due to the mixture, it's not me," you whisper, lowering your gaze.

He calls your name and you look up meeting his eyes "Never look down. You're a good kid, you're sweet, you're polite, you lack nothing to be less than others." he reminds you making you feel special for a moment, you who have always been like a fish out of water, out of place, partly because of your manly nature and partly because of how your mother treats you. You always thought that no one appreciates you beyond your dullness.

You smile at him, "Thank you."

He smiles "And then I like your sweetness mixed with the will to fight all the time." he says reaching out a hand to your face and caressing your cheek with the back of his hand in a very sweet gesture.

"You're perfect just the way you're." he tells you, making you widen your eyes in wonder. You are almost shocked by his words.

"I don't… I don't know what to say."

And it's true, you don't know what to say. What do you say when someone - someone like him - tells you that you're perfect just the way you are?

He smiles at you, "Don't say anything."

You don't really know why your eyes rest on his lips, they're so perfect, they're -- you've never wanted a kiss like in that moment. You've already kissed or, rather, been kissed a couple of times at school, but the feeling wasn't as good or romantic as you would have liked or hoped, and most of all maybe the two boys weren't people you'd want to kiss as much as you'd want to kiss Joel Miller right now.

A horn honks not so far from you breaking that flow of thoughts and bringing Jack back to your mind.

You'd like to know Jack, you feel there may be a connection with him, but at the same time you want to know Joel and you enjoy his company.

You remain almost silent on the road to his house, or at least you think you are going there, you just give each other long silent glances.

You don't know how it's possible, but between the you of you it's growing a singular and curious relationship in such a short time, it's so natural, so willing. You feel as if you're crossed by unexpected and unfamiliar shocks that shake and shock you at the same time. Joel is this shock, his warm dark eyes, his hypnotic gaze, his smile or even just that little grin that ripples one corner of his mouth creating those extremely sexy wrinkles.

You never thought you'd look at wrinkles as something sexy in a man. But as you've had occasion to think several times these days, Joel is an exception.

"Can I ask you something?" he says breaking the silence.

"Sure." you answer, looking at him.

"Why did you treat me that way when we first met?"

You remember the feeling you got at first sight, a fine - looking man, dark eyes, grim look at first and then curious, hands on hips, but most of all the way he talked to you, sharply and most of all he hurt your feelings.

"Hear those words like get back to your bubble or hurry back to Mommy … they … kind of shook me up, that is. No one had ever spoken to me like that, no one had hurt me like that in that tone," you answer him.

"And did I?" he asks you.

"Yes." you decide to be honest. It hurt you. "That's why I used that tone with you." you see him nod "Do you still think I'm a little thing that just shuts up and keeps quiet?"

He looks at you with a half-smile "'m I wrong or I called you pretty little thing, ain't I?"

You look away and observe the landscape outside, realizing you left the town "Where are we going?"

"Into the woods." he replies, you look at him with curiosity "I'm still the big bad wolf." he adds laughing and making you shake your head with a half-smile.

Maybe you shouldn't trust him. Your mother always told you not to trust strangers, never to accept anything from them, never to get in the car with any of them.

With Joel it's different, too. A bad person wouldn't fixed the boiler, wouldn't waited for your mother to pick you up, wouldn't said those nice words to you like he did.

You don't know much about it, but you know you can trust him.

"Scared?" he asks, looking at you briefly and then looking back toward the road.

You shake your head "No, curious."

He smiles, you are sure he is smiling. You, on the other hand, observe the road covered - and getting covered - with snow.

It's true. With him, you are not afraid.

You are agitated, yes, but it is an agitation different from fear and worry. It is something new that you have never experienced, but that you intend to discover, and you can only do so if you are next to him.

"Aren't you afraid to drive in this weather?" you ask him sincerely curious.

"I've driven in hail, with sheets of ice on the road, no one has ever stopped me," he answers you with the wink of someone who knows better.

You swallow.

Why do you get the feeling he's not just talking about the weather?

You breathe deeply.

"I need to give you a few more lessons, I guess." he says causing you to turn suddenly in his direction "I was talking about driving lessons." he clarifies probably noticing your shocked look.

You swallow again.

You feel like an idiot.

Now he'll have bad thoughts about you, he'll start to think you're just a stupid, inexperienced, useless little girl.

"Okay." you just say.

"Don't." he says pressing very slightly on the brake pedal.

"What?"

"Don't think badly of you." he replies in an obvious tone as if he can reads your mind even though you didn't expose your thoughts "You'll learn. Everyone does. Why shouldn't ya?"

He told you a lot of things since you met, all beautiful things that warm your heart and soul. How strange life is! Until a few days ago you believed your whole life would always unfold with a precise, regular cadence and that nothing would ever interrupt that predetermined flow. Then, Joel arrived and with him so many words, so many special situations, so many looks you never received before.

You're sure, he's just nice, maybe he's like that with everyone. After all, you don't know anything about him!

The car stops.

You are in front of a very small cabin in the woods with a sloping roof and a chimney. You get out with a giant smile forgetting about ice and indeed, as soon as you put your feet outside of the car you slip sideways.

"Are you hurt?" asks Joel coming toward you putting your hands and helping you up.

You don't know if your knee hurts more or your already weak ego.

"No." you reply, but a grimace appears on your face immediately unveiling you.

"Doesn't look like that to me." he says looking at your legs "Stop here, 'm going to open it." he says moving away.

"I'm good, don't worry," you tell him, but after a half step, your face winces into another grimace of pain.

You hear him open the door then he turns around "You're such a stubborn little thing!" he exclaims.

He makes to duck, but you block him by placing your hands on his forearms "What are you doing?"

"I'm taking you inside." he replies and without adding anything else, he lifts you up in his arms and with great strides you go inside. His grip is firm, holding you by the shoulders and popliteal cord. Your heart speeds up.

It lays you on what you feel is a chair. You see nothing, everything is dark. You see only the light coming through the door. You hear him open the windows and the light invades the interior, which, judging by the smell, had not been opened in several years. All the furniture and armchairs are covered with more or less large sheets, there is even one on the floor not far from you, and you sense that the chair on which you now stand was also covered. You see him walk over to the door and close it.

"I'm sorry for the mess, but…" you see him looking around and see him intent on removing the sheets, you notice small knick-knacks and also some pictures "it's been a long time since I've been here." he approaches you "How do ya feel?" he kneels before you laying a hand on your knee.

"Well, it hurts a little," you answer him with a small grimace on your face "I'm sorry."

"Don't even joke!" he says gently taking your chin between thumb and forefinger with his other hand "It happens." he adds and then lets your chin out of his grip "You helped me come here and…" he looks around swallowing "well, thank you."

You look at him quizzically "I didn't do anything. You drove all the way here, you brought me here. I…didn't…"

He whispers and looks you in the eyes "Okay, maybe I need to explain… this was my parents' house and for a while I lived with…" he lowers his gaze taking a deep breath "since it happened, I haven't… I never came back here and I moved to the town." you nod as if you understood, actually you didn't understand much. Something bothers him, and you think it probably has something to do with the little girl in the picture or the woman who broke his heart. You don't tell him, however, that you know about who you think is his daughter, he might get furious and maybe throw you out of that cabin and with your knee in that condition you'd have trouble walking.

"What's bothering you?" you ask him, looking into his eyes.

He looks down, he's about to say something, but then he thinks better of it, you see him swallow and tighten his grip slightly on your knee. It doesn't hurt, but it makes you feel odd, an unfamiliar tingling.

"Time." he replies, "Have you ever had that, in spite of everything, time is running ahead of you and all you can do is go on, in spite of everything? Even if your heart and soul are broken, time, things go on anyway." he says taking a sad expression "I don't think I can accept it."

You let him talk by listening to him and trying to tell him what you can tell, you don't know what exactly happened and you don't want to upset him even more.

"If you want to talk, I'm listening," you tell him, stroking his hair in a spontaneous gesture. He looks at you and you stay like that, speechless, maybe he's bothered by the gesture, maybe he liked it, you can't understand his look. You stop immediately that pat not knowing if it bothered him or not, "I'm sorry if I off…" your words are interrupted as Joel comes dangerously close to your face, his forehead against your.

You raise an eyebrow, heart in your throat.

What's going on?

Your mouth is dry, you swallow vacuum.

You're in a complete silence that he can probably hear the beat of your heart, it beats fast, very fast. You're so inexperienced that you don't know what the next move is, well if you'd have a clear situation, you'd waited for a kiss from him, but you don't known him, you know nothing about each other.

He knows about you that you are a young woman caged by an apprehensive mother, and you about him that he's a very lonely man, but with a big heart. Is that enough?

Of course not.

But then why do you yearn for contact with his lips?

You're sure, if you'd had more experience, he would have kissed you already and…?

Oh, watch your thoughts, please!

Weren't you the one who wanted to meet the boy in the bar?

Then why are you thinking about Joel and would you like to kiss him?

Suddenly a flash of lightning, followed by a very violent clap of thunder that rattles the glass of the cabin, rips through that oh-so-perfect-yes, perfect-moment. You retreat and he does the same. You look toward the window, he gets up and goes to the window, you see him looking out, laying his hands on his hips, sighing heavily, and you see him shake his head.

Is he also thinking about how many strange moments are being created between you in such a short time?

The rain becomes torrential, then ends up as hail and finally snow. Joel looks outside several times, while you are lying on the double bed with your leg stretched out, ice packs and your head resting on the pillow. You would like to make yourself useful, but Joel has ordered you not to move. You hope with all your heart that you will soon be able to return home. You fear that your mother might return and not find you.

"I have bad news," Joel says at the door.

"What?"

"We're stuck." you swallow "I don't mind your company, but…"

"Did you try to-" you're about to say throwing yourself out of bed "AH!" you exclaim in pain.

"Stop!" he exclaims as he enters the room and comes toward you "You certainly for the time being better not rest your leg or walk on it! I'll take care of you." a warm feeling spreads in your chest "For the night I'll sleep on the couch and you here…"

"No way, your house, your bed."

"A lady always sleeps in the bed." you swallow "Seriously, I sleep over there."

"That couch can't hold me, how will it hold you?" you ask him sincerely concerned.

"Then I'll sleep on the floor, a safe sleeping bag is there somewhere," he says looking around and opening the closets. He picks up a thick red and green wool blanket and is about to leave the room, you stop him.

"Joel, I mean it. I'll sleep over there. Please don't make me feel like a burden." you say getting up anyway feeling a great pain in your knee.

He sighs heavily, shakes his head and comes toward you again "You are not a burden. You're a beautiful girl, you're so sweet, you're -- " you look into each other's eyes for a long time.

Why doesn't he speak?

What is he thinking about?

He looks away, "Nothing, um, never mind. Don't move, just lie back down. I'll get you more ice."

"If you open the door you'll find some fresh!" you exclaim.

He turns to you with a small smile, a smile you return with an amused air, then walks away.

Only then do you find yourself swallowing hard and realizing your heart is pounding. Is it not that you are beginning to like your music teacher?

#joel miller #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x reader #joel miller x female reader #joel x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller smut #joel tlou #joel miller hbo #tlou fanfiction #tlou fic #the last of us hbo #joel miller self insert #the last of us #joel fic #the last of us fanfiction #joel the last of us #pedro pascal #pedro pascal as joel miller #smut #joel x f!reader #joel x female reader #joel x you #dom!joel #dom!joel miller #joel miller fic #joel miller angst #bittersweet ff

[choicesmc]

A Morning Together

MC: Fiona Lightwood Book: Laws of Attraction Word Count: 819 Summary: A slice of an ever-rare, ever-fleeting morning spent between lovers. Banner: Visiting the Morning Glories by Joe Mandrick Taglist: @choicesmonthlychallenge Warnings: Nothing explicit but allusions towards sexual activities.

Fiona groaned, hands groping for warmth on the other side of the bed. The morning sunlight coaxed his eyes open, making him intimately aware of the empty space beside him. Stretching his arms to the sound of chirping birds, Fiona looked around the room as his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. 

He was in a bed. But his bed had curtains that kept the sunlight from waking him up too early. His mattress was far more plush than the one he was currently on. And his bed had dark green covers, not the plain white ones that were scattered on this bed. 

More than that, nothing in this room was recognizable. No, this was most certainly not his room. It took a minute for last night to sink in, for Fiona to remember that this was Gabe’s room and the events that’d led him into spending the night. 

His fingers lightly traced the fast-fading impressions the rope had made against his skin. Slivers of their evening together came rushing back and, based on his memories, it was a night well spent. 

However, none of that gave him even half a clue where Gabe was now. Slowly climbing out of bed, Fiona tossed on yesterday’s dress shirt. It wasn’t ideal but for now it was okay. 

The apartment was cluttered. Gabe had stuffed every corner full with stacks of papers or briefcases. The hallways were almost lined with them, though the occasional pair of shoes showed up in odd places. 

More impressively, none of the stacks of things seemed to have been toppled over. Last visit, at least, he hadn’t remembered Gabe’s apartment looking half as crowded and last visit was only a few weeks ago. Fiona made a mental note to ask Gabe about it later as he opened the fridge. 

A pair of hands slipped around his waist as a familiar, charming voice said, “I thought you’d sleep until afternoon.” 

Fiona hummed, the soft scent of forest pine tangled with a new floral scent, “Is that why I woke up alone, love?” 

“I thought I’d be back before you woke up,” Gabe admitted, the rough stubble on his chin delightfully scratching Fiona, “I got something for you.” 

Raising an eyebrow, though Gabe couldn’t see it, Fiona responded, “Oh?” 

Gabe held Fiona’s waist, gently turning him around. 

A bouquet of morning glories glowed in the morning light. Each vibrant, dark purple petal faded into a gorgeous purple-pink just as the petal met the stems. Their faint fragrance highlighted their daintiness as Fiona carefully touched one of the many trumpet-shaped flowers. 

“An apology, I was a little rough last night,” explained Gabe, hand carefully intertwining with Fiona’s free one, “I wanted to apologize right after but you were spaced-out.” 

Warmth flooded Fiona’s face, “Nothing I didn’t ask for as I remember it.” 

“I know,” Gabe chuckled, pressing a kiss to Fiona’s knuckles, “Trust me, I remember that all too well.” 

Those deep brown eyes looking up from underneath his lashes was a little too much for Fiona this morning. He turned away, clearing his throat before speaking, “Don’t be too apologetic.” 

He flashed a sharp smile, his voice dropping to a tainted tone he knew put shivers through Gabe, “I’m already planning my revenge.”  

The corner of Gabe’s mouth turned up, taking Fiona’s words as a challenge rather than a threat, “I expected nothing less.” 

“We have all day,” Fiona murmured, leaning into Gabe, “You said it yourself. You were too rough with me, darling. How naughty of you.” 

Gabe’s breath hitched before giving into a groan, “Fiona I can’t– Don’t run me ragged. I need rest.” 

Fiona paused, savoring the moment before pulling away with a laugh, “What, does your back hurt too?” 

“I’m forty, Fi, not old.” 

“Sure,” Fiona patted Gabe sympathetically, though he wasn’t done teasing, “Let’s scrounge something to eat. Is oatmeal okay with you?” 

“Fiona.” 

“Ah, prune juice then?” 

Gabe only glared, pointedly putting out one egg, one plate, and his small frying pan, “I’m making breakfast for one.” 

“Sorry, sorry,” Fiona apologized, though the smile wouldn’t leave his face, “My incredibly handsome, mature, kind boyfriend wouldn’t leave his boyfriend to starve while he feasted, right?” 

Gabe pulled a second egg and a second plate. 

“Thank you,” Fiona said, planting a small kiss on Gabe’s cheek. 

Though his frown hadn’t quite left, Fiona didn’t miss the small smile that softened his expression. 

Seeing Gabe behind the stove, warm sunlight pooling in, and with nowhere to be for the next twenty-four hours was a rare occurrence. Taking days off wasn’t something the both of them did easily and when they did they didn’t spend the mornings together. 

Mornings like these were fleeting. Each and every one of them was a memory Fiona treasured more than anything and this one would be no exception. Gently lifting the bouquet, Fiona murmured to himself, “Morning glories? Such an odd choice.”

heh, this was a very soul-feeding fic. A bit longer than a drabble but wrote it to distract me from a longer series and it worked 👍 A n y w a y, hope y'all enjoyed!!

Morning Glories can symbolize the beauty of fleeting happiness which I thought was really fitting for this fic. Does Fiona know flower language? No. Does Gabe? Yes. Does he know Fiona doesn't know? No. It's one of those things Gabe thinks everyone knows a little about and just never checks...

#fanfic #fiona lightwood #laws of attraction

[nyxhaven]

A Knights Honor pt. 2 (au gale x gn tav)

Tav, grapples with the lingering thoughts of a memorable evening spent with Gale, who resides as heir to blackstaff tower in Waterdeep. Tasked with protecting Gale and ensuring his safety during a market visit, Tav encounters a mysterious figure and demonstrates unwavering dedication to their duty. As the day unfolds, Tav and Gale share moments of connection, forging a unique bond while enjoying the beauty of the city and its surroundings, leading to a tender moment.

banner photo credit: @danyadekarios

part one: a knights honor part 1

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The following morning, you awoke with little sleep, your mind plagued by restless thoughts of the previous night's encounter with the person who lay in his bed just a few levels higher in the tower. You couldn't help but wonder if it had meant as much to Gale as it did to you. The memory of the subtle hints from the evening replayed in your mind - the scent of garlic in the food, the softly lit candles that had illuminated his features, and that exquisite wine. You just couldn't get the taste of it out of your mind.

The sun rose once again, and you hurriedly donned a fresh set of underclothes before making your way to the small mess kitchen for the soldiers. They had cleared out some students to accommodate you and your crew. After a light breakfast, you finished putting on your armor, securing your blades, and pushing your hair away from your face. You noticed in a nearby bucket of water that you were overdue for a shave.

Rotating the guards for the morning shift went smoothly, and you decided to start your day by checking in with Gale for the morning itinerary. You knocked on his door, but it swung open almost immediately, revealing a small cat with wings. You remembered Gale mentioning his tressym, Tara.

"Ah, Tara, correct?" you inquired, crouching down to her level. Her beautiful coat glistened as she sat, chest puffed up with pride. "It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Tav, Gale's newly appointed knight."

"Yes, I am," Tara replied. "Trust me, I've already heard all about you. Follow me. Gale is upstairs changing his clothes again. That ring Miss Safar gave you allows you to open any door granted access by Gale or her. No need to knock anymore; you are his guard, and there's no need for that when there's an intruder."

Tara led you into the main front room, which was still set up just as it had been the night before, with the scent of dinner still lingering in the air. It was clear that the memory of the evening had left a lasting impression.

Gale's voice rang out from the stairs, "Ahh, good morning to be alive," and he descended wearing a cream leather robe adorned with silver and brown embroidery. "Now that I have you to protect me, I need a restock on supplies for the tower's research. Those apprentices never know how to get the good stuff."

A blush crept onto your face as you admired Gale's appearance, almost like a prince. You struggled to focus as you spoke, "That sounds wonderful, a nice getaway from the tower, I'm sure. By the way, I like your robe today, Gale... just Gale."

Gale's stubble had returned, and you mentally chided yourself for your momentary lapse. "Wonderful. Now, I know I asked yesterday, but will you join me for coffee or tea today? I'm going to keep asking until you say yes, I hope you know."

You reluctantly agreed, "Fine, a small coffee with just a little sugar. But not for too long; we should leave soon before the markets become too crowded."

"Of course, I'd never dream of making you wait," Gale said as he prepared coffee, adding a scoop of sugar, and passing it to you. "Thank you, Gale. It smells wonderful," you said after taking a sip. The coffee was rich and full-bodied, leaving a lingering acidity on the back of your tongue.

As you sipped the coffee, you and Gale exchanged glances and conversation, but a tension simmered between you. You pet Tara, which brought a smile to Gale's face.

"Right, well, we best get going. Tara, you're in charge of the tower while we're gone. I trust you," Gale instructed.

You followed Gale out the door and across the bridge, finding it difficult to tear your gaze away from his swaying hips and his gentlemanly manner. Perhaps being his knight wasn't so bad, you thought, imagining yourself as his royal counterpart. You found a focal point on the wall and took a deep breath to regain your composure.

You reached the markets, a bustling street lined with numerous vendors offering a wide array of goods. Gale made his way toward a table piled high with barrels filled with various magical components for his spells. You observed as he selected the best items, filling small bags and handing them to you to hold in your bag of holding, which had been generously provided by the tower.

Time passed as you watched Gale engage with the vendors, discussing the origins and uses of different items. You picked up extra parchment, ink, quills, and even some treats for Tara. After about an hour, Gale selected his final items, including fresh apples and bread for snacking while he conducted his research in the library.

Suddenly, you noticed a commotion in the crowd, and when you turned to investigate, a flash of a black hood darted through the bustling market before disappearing from view. Gale, preoccupied with choosing between Granny Smith and Gala apples, didn't notice.

You then heard a small stone being kicked at your feet, yet no one was nearby. Instinctively, you grabbed Gale and pulled him close, causing a stack of apples to tumble to the ground. Amid the clamor, a figure appeared, unconscious. It appeared to be the same drow who had been in Vajra's office the day before. The drow bore a Zhent tattoo, which had been concealed by a minor illusion during the previous encounter. You immediately alerted other city patrol guards, and they took the drow into custody for sentencing in the lower city.

You spent the better part of an hour assisting in cleaning up the debris and gathering the fallen apples. The grateful vendor offered you a generous sum of money for your help, but you declined, citing your duty to protect the city.

Walking back to Gale, you noticed his flustered and slightly panicked demeanor. You could tell that the recent events had shaken him. "Gale, this is my job, what I'm trained to do. I want to protect you. You needn't worry about protecting yourself. I'm here because Vajra called for us to ensure you can go to the markets without fear of attack and study your tomes without anxiety. I'll be in the room, watching your side."

You tried to reassure him, and his mood seemed to brighten a bit. "I saw a beautiful wine bar a few streets down. My treat," you suggested.

Gale couldn't resist the temptation of a nice glass of wine. You followed closely in his shadow down the street, navigating a bustling alley filled with tables and people enjoying their lunch. The yellow awning of the wine bar stood out, and Gale held the door open for you, as he always did.

Inside, the crowded bar proved a challenge to navigate. Holding onto Gale's waist, you carefully maneuvered your way through the patrons. Gale's waist felt slender in your hands, only to broaden into his strong shoulders. Squeezing slightly, you felt him relax, knowing that you were keeping him safe.

The bar was packed with patrons, but you managed to find an empty spot at the end of the counter to get the barkeep's attention.

"TAV!" a voice called from down the bar. A friendly lavender tiefling made her way over to you. "Bloody bastard, I haven't seen you in a while. What brings you here tonight?"

Gale looked at you in surprise, realizing you had frequented this place before.

"Well, it's quite the story," you began, and gesturing toward Gale. "I've been assigned as the lead knight at Blackstaff Tower in the Castle Ward. This is my dear friend Gale, and I'm here to watch his back."

Nyx smiled and extended her hand to Gale. "You flatter me, Tav. Nice to meet you, Gale. What can I get you to drink today?"

Gale responded, "The pleasure is mine. I'll have a nice, dry red wine, please."

Nyx vanished behind the bar, returning with a glass of deep red wine for Gale and a glass of grape juice for you.

"Wine for the Gale of Waterdeep and grape juice for the City Watch," Nyx announced.

"Thanks, my darling," you said as you took your glass of juice. Gale seemed slightly disappointed.

"Juice? You aren't drinking with me?" he exclaimed. "I thought you invited me here for a nice drink."

You chuckled and winked at him, saying, "This is a nice drink, but I'm on the job, silly."

You and Gale spent an hour or two chatting and enjoying each other's company. Eventually, you decided it was time to head back to the tower. Walking up the main road, Gale had an idea.

"Trust me on this," he said, "I know a scenic route back to the tower. If you trust me, follow my lead."

You followed him out of the east gate, and you walked along the large walls surrounding the main city, leading to a vast grassy field on the other side. A small foot trail took you both to a hill covered in tall grass, crowned by a magnificent willow tree. Gale walked you up the hill, periodically checking to ensure you were still following.

At the hill's summit, you were treated to a breathtaking view of the surrounding fields, cliffs descending to the ocean, and Waterdeep in the distance. Gale snaps and using some magic he spread out a blanket beneath the willow tree and invited you to sit. You settled against the tree, placing your blades and bag beside you.

As you admired the serene landscape, Gale seemed a bit distracted. You reassured him, saying, "Gale, don't beat yourself up. It's okay. Even if you were watching the crowd, you wouldn't have seen him. Would you read to me for a bit?" You handed him a book from the market. He takes the book, drags his finger down the spine, and he began reading about the history of evocation studies.

Time passed as you listened to the bravado of his voice, and he finished a chapter, setting the book down. Turning to you, he had a look of desire, yearning, and devotion. He moved to lie down beside you, resting his head on his hand. Using his other hand, Gale began tracing circles on your chest, his touch cool against the warmth of your armor.

"Is this...okay?" he asked, concern in his eyes.

You nodded slowly, your breath catching as his fingertips followed the grooves and patterns on your armor. His finger follows the knicks, and dings made from battle. The steel is cold to gales touch. He lays his full palm onto your plate, looking up wondering your thoughts, he chews on his bottom lip. A look in his eyes wonders if this is what you want. Following his intentions you plac you knee out, opening your inner thigh, exposing the one part of your body not covered in the cold hard metal protecting yourself. 

Gales hand leads its way down your chest, and stomach grazing to the warm leather of your inner thigh. Hes fingers lazily trace the straps, drawing circles, his fringers slowly gravitate to the warmth of your body. His full palm wraps across you, he looks up to meet your eyes again. As the civil twilight bathed the two of you in its soft light, a salty sea breeze mixed with the natural vanilla and mint scent from Gale. He leans in to kiss you, and for a moment, you hesitated. But then you leaned into the kiss, cupping his head with your hand and deepening the connection. You wrap your leg over him straddling him, pushing him onto his back. His teeth bite your bottom lip, pulling your eyes open to his eyes you notice his eyes brown color, the color of healthy soil in the summer, the same color as the coffee he made you this morning.

Your duties as a guard suddenly came to mind. The changing of the guard was approaching.

Rolling off Gale, you adjusted your armor and gathered your belongings. "It's getting dark, and we've been away for most of the day. We should return for dinner, and I need to change my shift. I want to get out of this armor and have a drink," you said with a smirk, fixing your disheveled hair.

Gale nodded and wiped his lips, the blanket disappearing as you both began the quiet walk back to the tower. You followed the rhythm of Gale's steps, enjoying the sight of his swaying hips 

When you reached the entrance of gales tower, Gale turned to you with desire in his voice.

 "Tav, can I kiss you?"

You replied with a simple, "I would love that."

Gale's soft lips met yours, and the moment was electric. As the kiss ended, he whispered, "Thank you for tonight. I'll see you in the morning, starshine."

#bg3 gale #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #gale x reader #ch: gale dekarios #gale x gn!reader #gale x tav #dnd #gale bg3 #baldurs gate 3 gale #gale baldurs gate 3 #laezel #gale x oc #gale waterdeep #nature

[pascaloverx]

Strangers?

Part Two

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Author's note: This fanfic is set in the creation of Jenny Han. Conrad Fisher and other characters mentioned in the future do not belong to me. I hope you like this fanfic, depending on how it goes, I'll decide if this fic will have more parts or just this one. This fanfic is recommended for all audiences, there will be no adult content in it, only possible inappropriate language and alcohol consumption.

You arrive at the beach some time later, and you realize you might have dozed off on Conrad's shoulder. Embarrassment washes over you, and you quickly move away.

"Tell me you didn't hear me snoring…" You know there's a real chance he heard your snoring or that you drooled on his jacket. Great first impression.

"You know, you do this funny thing with your nose when you're sleeping. And if you want to know, the snoring wasn't that bad." He says while smiling, and you feel like you could dig a hole in the ground and bury yourself in it. Your day is getting better and better.

"I'm so glad we're finally here. I can't wait for the ice cream, although it's probably melted by now." You say, incredibly excited, but Conrad seems to find it strange.

"Why would you be happy that your ice cream melted?" Conrad asks as we get out of the car. He grabs the groceries, and I close my car and grab a blanket I had in the trunk.

You both sit on the beach, and you realize you have no idea where you are, and for some reason, that's comforting. You feel like you've spent your whole life trying to find yourself, never allowing yourself to enjoy the feeling of being spontaneous and lost. You grab the tub of ice cream and a plastic spoon you bought from the little shop, while Conrad takes the beer, and you both watch the sun begin to set.

"Want some?" You say, pointing to the tub of chocolate ice cream in your hands, offering it to Conrad, who seems to be realizing that the ice cream wasn't the only thing that heated up during your car ride.

"I don't know how warm beer and melted ice cream affect a person's stomach. But judging by the way you're digging in, I guess the ice cream must be great." He says between sips of beer, and you try to clean your mouth as soon as you realize you might be making a mess.

"How's it now?" You ask while trying to clean your face; he then reaches out toward your lip and wipes it on the left corner. You just watch him, feeling a certain intimacy in this gesture. Suddenly, you shake yourself to stop deluding yourself.

"Now it's perfect. Tell me something, what made you so lonely that you wanted my company? If I may ask, of course." He add, trying to steer the conversation toward you, hoping to uncover the reasons behind your solitude.

"If we're going to do this, we have to do it right. I propose a truth or dare game." You suggest, trying to lighten the mood and make the situation more comfortable.

"Okay, truth or dare?" Conrad asks nonchalantly.

"Truth." you respond, almost whispering. You gaze out at the sea, taking a moment to gather your thoughts. You already know what he wants to hear, so you sigh and begin to explain the twist your life has taken in the last 24 hours.

"I was working as a babysitter to pay off the student loan I took, and like any foolish young person, I fell for the sweet words of the eldest son of the family I worked for, who happened to be the father of the baby I was taking care of. We were the same age, so naturally, one thing led to another. But I found out yesterday that I was part of a social experiment. Someone he used to show his parents that he knew how to handle life. So I decided to come here to contemplate life since now, besides being single, I'm also unemployed." You say it all at once, hoping your foolishness goes unnoticed.

"You know..." Conrad starts, a faint smile on his lips, "sometimes life throws curveballs at us when we least expect it. But it's how we handle those curveballs that define us. You've shown incredible strength by facing your situation and taking charge. You're not alone in this, and hey, who knows? Maybe this unexpected turn might lead you to something even better."

"Is that something even better you?" You say while smiling truly extravagantly. You apologize quietly for the almost-laugh that escaped you.

Conrad chuckles, a genuine smile appearing on his face. "Well, who knows?" he replies, a playful glint in his eyes. "Life is full of surprises, right?"

"Enjoy the fact that you're in a good mood and tell me why you were having a mental breakdown in that convenience store earlier. I imagine your story is as good as mine."

"Oh, believe me, my story is not as eventful as yours. I was just having a classic existential crisis in the middle of snack aisle, questioning my life choices and wondering if I'll ever find true happiness." Conrad replies with a half-smile, trying to downplay his own troubles.

"It depends on what you think true happiness is…" You say, taking another spoonful of ice cream.

"Isabel Conklin was my happiness. Or still is. Do you know when the person you love stops being your happiness?" He asks.

"I think happiness shouldn't entirely depend on another person. Perhaps, when we learn to find joy within ourselves, the people around us become complements to that happiness, not exclusive sources of it." You respond, contemplating the question of happiness and love.

"I don't know if it helps or makes it worse. Either way, truth or dare?" He directs the question at you, attempting to steer away from the subject.

"I'm inclined to choose 'truth' again." You respond, observing his attempt to change the topic. Deep down, you're starting to believe that it's more than just a matter of a broken heart.

"It's not fair for you to choose only truth. Where's the girl who told me to move out of her way so she could drive past?" Conrad says, trying to tease me.

"Alright, hit me with your best shot, big guy." You try to sound fearless, but deep down you know he won't ask for anything crazy, right?

"I challenge you to take a plunge into that sea and have a nice swim in that probably freezing but invigorating water." He says, pointing towards the ocean. What a tease. You're definitely going to catch a cold here.

"Come with me?" You say as you strip off most of the clothes you have on. If you go in with this many clothes, you might get sick anyway. Conrad seems to ponder for a moment but eventually joins you.

For a few moments, it feels like the two of you get lost in the water, as if it's blissful. Then you look at Conrad and ask, "Truth or dare?"

Conrad responds after a dive, "Dare." You look into his eyes and smile. Then you say loudly, "I dare you to do something spontaneous, I don't know. Whatever comes to your mind first… if you need suggestions, I have a few."

For a moment, you both lock eyes, he thinking about what he wants to do and you observing what he will choose. You imagine him stepping out of the sea and approaching the elderly couple nearby, asking for a photo, or perhaps he'd ask for the phone number of the beautiful stranger walking towards the beach. But he manages to surprise you. Before you know it, his lips are on yours. Gently, he gives you a peck. A peck that starts to linger, maybe because it's the first time your lips meet his. You grab his hair, pulling your face closer to his. You're only interrupted by a couple shouting his name near where you left your clothes.

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[cominginhotoffthepresses]

Eddie and Robin go to their senior prom together, meanwhile Steve and Nancy seethe with jealousy

They’ve survived the almost end of the world again, and life keeps moving along. March passes into April, and the banners go up in Hawkin’s High “Senior Prom: Out of This World”.

Steve isn’t sure why Eddie Munson started to hang out at Family Video so much in the wake of things, but he’s glad when he’s there. Eddie and Robin spend a lot of time together, hunched over fresh inventory, and Steve is glad, for both of them, that they have each other as friends, definitely.

He hears about it when he picks up the gremlins from D&D night. The Promposal.

Eddie had jumped up onto the lunch tables, barreling through the notion that he was going to keep his head down through graduation – what else can they possibly throw at me, Harrington, I’m already a vindicated man– and pulled a rose from god knows where to bow down to Robin.

Dustin imitates Eddie’s voice, “Robin Buckley, would you do me the honor, NAY the privilege, of accompanying me to my Final Senior Prom? I would be,” Dustin does a flourish with his hand, “forever in your debt.”

Even wilder, Lucas cuts in, Robin said Yes.

Steve is sort of incredulous about all this, but when he goes over to Robin’s (they see each other at least once a day; most nights are spent battling down their respective insomnias), she confirms it for him. What’s worse. She seems excited about it.

Steve says something stupid and kind of mean about Eddie and Robin gets pissed off.

“Maybe you should go home.” She still gives him a hug before he goes. Steve still doesn’t get much sleep.

The next day, he tries to respect what he thinks are Robin’s wishes. It’s Saturday, no hemming and hawing about driving her to school. Just work, Kevin on the shift with him.

Nancy comes in for her weekly drop-off and pick up. Things are awkward– they’re always a little awkward– until she glances around the room, sees no one, and too casually, “Heard about lunch yesterday?” And it feels like it used to, gossiping to each other because Nancy was always just the right amount of judgy for Steve not to feel like he had to be an ass to get the scoop.

He feels lighter by the time Nancy leaves, but still at a loss. Robin is a lesbian. And Eddie is. Steve’s never actually asked, but he doesn’t think he’s supposed to ask Or assume. But god, what if Eddie is making the same mistake Steve did? He could be falling for Robin, and why wouldn’t he?

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⋆˚｡⋆୨ About Me ୧⋆˚｡⋆

Fun Facts:

I use they/them pronouns!!

I'm hispanic!! I used to have it in my welcoming page but I just noticed it isnt anymore!!

I'm a libra!!

I'm on the chunkier side, fuller figured, plus size- whatever :)

I only bought a laptop to start writing fanfics. (a very expensive investment but 100% worth it)

my favorite movies are, American Psycho, Gone Girl, Someone Great, nd DeadPool :D

I'm asexual!!! (but u write smut?) yes I do! I just find lines on paper attractive rather than irl people.

Questions:

How long have you been writing? Officially, since last years horny thanksgiving around 2 am. I just couldn't stand how full my brain felt and had to write it and post. But technically, I've been writing fics in my brain for years. Like, I have an actual archive in my brain of all the fics i've mentally written since I was 9. I still remember them all. Yet I can't remember what I ate yesterday, funny huh. A handful of physical ones for my friends (I found writing on my phone so fucking annoying ໒꒰ ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱১

Why don't you follow back/turn on dms? (／≧ω＼) embarrassing but wtv, I'm a very nervous person when it comes to 1 on 1 conversation..? idk if I come off that way in my posts, but I've had my fair share of online friendships/ irl friendships that ended... not great. so instead of doing that again, I'd rather protect my peace and not even try. I luv talking to people through posts nd asks though!! I just get vv anxious and scared (?) when I have to talk to new people in private. I wish I could speak to people on 1 on 1, but it just gives me unnecessary anxiety that makes me want to throw up.

Why tag your stuff with 'chubby reader' if it mentions nothing physically other than r! privates? So people who are on the chunkier side, (like I am) know I wrote a piece with their body in mind. Always, always I will write my stuff with a fuller figured body in mind (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

Will you ever do a face reveal? No probably not. I'd much rather be a faceless entity on here than an actual person. I use spectacles, if that helps picture me better lol

Why the name 'Ten'? I spent the first 3 months on this app as a nameless person, I debated using my irl nickname, and realized my irls could find me just on that. But then I heard 'Ten - Dani Flow' and I loved it soooo much. In Spanish 'ten' means 'here' which I think is vv funny, since I come on here nd im just like 'here, take it.' when I post fics. Plus, it's also 3 letters like my irl nickname (⁀ ᗢ ⁀)

Why is that pic the banner of your pinned post? I remember when I made my pinned, I knew there had to be like- a pic on top. but there wasn't any that called out to me that were 'aesthetic' -so I chose that picture because, growing up I always wanted to run a semi successful fanfic blog. thus 'I used to dream about times like these' its a lil funny thing that makes me laugh every time I see it, cause it doesn't match with the theme of my blog lol

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[supermarvel-fics]

Pull Me Back

word count: 6,200

pairing: loki x gn!reader (platonic)

cw: depression, talks/mentions of the feeling of depression, mild swearing, vulgar innuendos (due to cards against humanity)

summary: you are hit with an overwhelming amount of sadness and Loki finds the need to help you through it.

author's note: I received this prompt from an anonymous sender and knew I had to write a story around this. Mental illness is hard and as someone who's gone through it very similarly to the reader in this fic, I wish I had someone like Loki. To the anon and to anyone who is suffering: you are loved and you are valued. Don't give up. I love you!

You’d thought you’d gotten past it.

It might have been silly of you to even begin to believe that depression just goes away, but you hadn’t felt this low since you were a teenager.

You had been doing so well over the last decade or so; obtaining your dream job as an assistant to Bruce Banner himself, making a name for yourself by creating some of the world’s best antidotes for poison, and being welcomed into your new found family that just so happened to be Earth’s Mightiest Heroes.

It was the life you’d always dreamed of, so why did you suddenly feel like everything was falling apart?

It hit you out of nowhere on a sunny Wednesday afternoon. You’d been making lunch for yourself and for Thor, who’d been begging you to cook those famous burgers you grew up with. It was a special recipe; one that only you and your father had access to.

You served him one of the biggest burgers you had ever made and even giggled with delight when he ogled at it in awe. You sat next to him, placing your own burger in front of you and in an instant, your mood had plunged.

There was nothing that had seemingly triggered it. For the first time in years, you felt hopeless, unloved, unwanted, worthless.

Being a scientist, you knew how brain chemicals worked and you were certain it wouldn’t last forever, but damn you hated feeling this way. Especially when the things you felt weren’t true.

You ate a few bites of your lunch, then quietly excused yourself to seek refuge in the solitude of your own room. Tossing the remaining remnants of your burger in the garbage, you snuck out of the kitchen and began trudging down the hall.

Eyes permanently fixed to the floor, your mind starting racing, asking itself questions.

Why? Why now? Hadn’t you gotten over this?

A single tear fell down your cheek as you rounded the corner, only a few feet away from the door to your room. You brought a hand up to wipe it away, accidentally bumping into someone once you closed your eyes.

“Ah, shit, I’m sorry,” You snapped your head up and you were face to face with the God of Mischief himself. You wanted to pull yourself together. Save yourself from the obvious tease that was to come over your disheveled state, but it never came. “Sorry, I’m sorry…”

Loki, true to his nature, was a millisecond away from giving you a jab over what had happened, but it died on his tongue as he heard your faint sniff and watched you regress into yourself. It was unlike you. You were full of fire and passion and anyone who knew you also knew that a small bump on the shoulder wouldn’t have done anything to your ego. In fact, had it been yesterday, you might have even made a joke about watching where he was going, though it was your fault.

Loki was someone you’d definitely call a friend. The two of you hung out on occasion. Coincidentally, it was because you’d befriended Thor first. You spent most of your time with the God of Thunder—cooking for him, watching movies, braiding his hair and laughing as he attempted the same on you. Then, one day, Thor invited his brother to come join a movie night.

Loki was clearly offput by the request, but Thor was adamant that he should begin joining team bonding events. Though, it wasn’t the entire team. It was only his brother and you, which is what you supposed made him agree to it.

He was uncharacteristically shy at his intrusion of your weekly get together with his brother, but you welcomed him with open arms. Even going as far to sit in the middle of the couch so that Loki wouldn’t have to sit next to his brother.

Loki appreciated that and as time went on, he learned to appreciate you. You were a fantastic listener and often bore the brunt of his familial complaints. You never minded and always gave just the right amount of advice to send Loki back to what he was doing with a smile on his face.

So, catching you like this, making yourself small and apologizing profusely over seemingly nothing, Loki was more than concerned.

“Are you alright, doctor?”

It was a loaded question, he knew, but what else could he say?

You, again, rubbed your eyes to rid yourself of any remaining tears and quickly collected yourself. It was too late to try and pretend you weren’t crying, so you just let out a fake breathy laugh and nodded.

“Yeah, I’m sorry, ha,” You half-smiled. “I just had a moment. Nothing to worry about.”

Loki didn’t seem convinced. He was the God of Lies, after all, but he hummed in response, regardless.

“You’re quite sure?” He raised an eyebrow at you, prompting you to truly speak your feelings if you desired to do so.

“Yeah, yeah!” You waved your hand dismissively. “Just a bit of a bad day. I’m just going to rest for a bit.” Passing by him quickly, you looked over your shoulder to give him that signature smile of yours, though it didn’t reach your eyes. “See you around?”

“Yes, I’m sure you will,” Loki replied, swiveling around to see you fully. You nodded, then began retreating back down the hall towards your bedroom. Letting out a semi-relieved sigh, you quickened your speed and got the hell out of dodge. Of course you came face to face with the one person who could possibly see right through you.

No matter, you thought. You’d stay cooped in your room until the mood passed and all would be better soon.

Only soon never came.

The next morning, you awoke with that same ache in your chest—that terrible feeling of hopelessness. You groaned as you caught a peek of yourself in the mirror; hair astray, bags under your eyes, shoulders slumped over.

It wasn’t like you. Looking in that mirror, you barely recognized yourself. You prided yourself on your appearance and the way you carried yourself, but the person who was staring back at you with such distance wasn’t the real you.

Still, you thought getting dressed and fixing your appearance might help with your mood. You knew from experience that lying in bed all day and refusing to do the things you loved only made your depression worse. So, even if you didn’t feel like yourself, you’d still try and continue on as normal.

No one would be none the wiser.

Leaving the comfort of your own room, you padded down the hall and into the kitchen to make a cup of coffee, mentally cursing once you caught sight of Loki enjoying his own cup at the island with a book in his hand. You should have known better. It was fairly early and you knew Loki liked doing his morning routine before any of the other habitants of the compound had woke.

You let out a shaky breath and added a little more pep in your step as you normally would, sauntering into the kitchen.

Maybe he’d ignore you if you—

“Good morning.”

Shit.

You temporarily grimaced, keeping your focus on the coffee pot. “Morning.” You shot the demigod a small smile, hoping and praying that it would pacify him enough.

He was silent for the duration of your pouring of the coffee, but just as you opened the refrigerator to grab the creamer, he swiveled in his chair to see you.

“Are you feeling better?”

You almost paused as you heard the tone of his voice. It was timid, which if you knew Loki, you knew the God of Mischief was never timid. He was mostly sure of himself in everything he said, even if he knew no one would agree. It was almost as if he didn’t want to ask because he knew what your answer would be.

You poured the half and half into your coffee, then shut the fridge and shuffled back to the doorway of the kitchen. “Uh, yeah, I think so.”

Loki took a sip of his bitter black coffee, eyeing you warily, as if you’d break at any moment. “You think so?”

“Work and life just kind of caught up to me,” You shrugged, spitting out a half-truth. “I’ll be okay.” You attempted to retreat back to your room, but Loki stopped you, yet again.

“Doctor,” He beckoned. You let out the tiniest of sighs, then pivoted on your heels to look at him again. “You don’t have to hide your emotions. Not from me.”

For a moment, your eyes glazed over, tears threatening to spill over your waterline. Nodding in acceptance, you pulled together a tight-lipped smile. “Thank you, Loki. I appreciate it. Really, I’ll be okay.”

That, you knew for a fact. You’d be okay in time. Loki seemed satisfied enough with your answer, so he turned back to his book.

“Stark is hosting one of his insufferable game nights later on this evening. I wasn’t planning on attending, but I figure I might show if you agree to come with me,” He said, flipping a page without the use of his fingers. You opened your mouth to protest, but the words you wanted to say failed to formulate.

Loki hardly ever willingly engaged with the rest of the team, so the fact that he’d go out of his way to do so just as long as you came with him was enough to get you to accept his offer. Maybe it was exactly what you needed to get you out of this funk you were in.

“Uh, yeah, sure. I’ll be there,” You sipped on your coffee. “I’ll see you tonight, then.”

You turned back around, quickly scurrying back to your room. How you were going to get through tonight without everyone noticing your severe mood change would be a challenge.

You participated in almost every single game night and at each and every one, you were a force to be reckoned with. You were competitive and animated and you hated to admit it, but you were a sore loser.

You often got into heated arguments with Sam over whether or not he cheated and everyone knew not to be near you when you lost scrabble.

But regardless, game night was fun. It was one of your favorite nights you got to spend with the team to make you feel like one of them rather than an assistant. So, even if you didn’t feel up to it, you’d still go. Especially because of Loki.

But it was all too soon when you heard the inevitable knock at your door—Loki standing on the other side to accompany you to the game room. You quietly groaned and got out of bed, making your way to the other side of the room.

You opened the door to a smiling demigod. “You didn’t change your mind…”

It was more of a statement than it was a question, but you answered him anyway.

“I figured I could humor you,” You mumbled, stepping out of the entry way. “You never go to game night.”

“Yes, well, the others can be quite insufferable at times,” Loki let a breathy laugh through his nose. “And I know you love game night and I was hoping it would brighten your mood up a bit.”

“Thanks,” You whispered. Absentmindedly, you looped your arm through Loki’s, letting him accompany you to the room filled to the brim with over-excited heroes. He seemed startled at first, his head twisting to look at you with wide eyes, but he settled into the gesture quickly and let a miniscule smile grace his features.

Loki remembered the day you first hugged him. It was so out of the blue that he suspects that even you didn’t know you were going to do it until you did. You had always been well-versed with physical touch, especially with Thor, but Loki knew you’d refrained from affection with him because you weren’t sure he’d enjoy it.

But there came a day when you had an argument with your mother and needed some advice. Loki was more than willing to listen and offer his services since you so kindly did the same for him on more than one occasion.

Loki was wise—being over 1,000 years old and all—and helped you through that difficult period. The two of you sat and talked for what seemed like forever, and when the conversation came to a close, you leaned forward to wrap Loki up in your arms, thanking him for being so kind.

He had stiffened for a moment, but melted into the hug and even reciprocated it, holding you tight to his chest. Your friendship with Loki became stronger that night. After that, talking to him when you needed guidance became second nature. He needed you and you needed him.

Loki had been around long enough to know when something was bothering you and he knew that you hadn’t been yourself since yesterday. He didn’t want to pry, but he desperately wanted to see that bright smile on your face again. So, for you, he’d endure. Endure the benevolent heroes screaming in excitement and becoming exceedingly competitive over a child’s game. He’d do it for you.

Loki would do anything for you.

The pair of you walked into the game room with most of the team already there, situated and ready to begin. Cards Against Humanity was the game of choice; one of your favorites if Loki remembered correctly. Something about a group of heroes being extremely lewd and vulgar was particularly amusing to you.

“Ah, there you are!” Thor bellowed once he caught sight of you in the door. He swiveled in his chair, patting the seat next to him. “I saved you a seat, young one.”

Your eyes darted to the blond god, then to the chair, then back up to Loki. There was only one seat. It made complete sense. Loki never joined game night, so expecting him to arrive would have been foolish. Still, you didn’t think you could do this without him by your side.

Loki nodded at you. “Go on, darling. I’ll pull up a chair.”

Exhaling deeply, you reluctantly let go of his arm, chugging over to the table to sit next to Thor. As promised, Loki was right behind you, squeezing an extra chair between you and Barnes.

“Loki,” Thor marveled. “I’m glad to see you finally joining one of the teams’ bonding activities.”

“Right, well, the young doctor has been begging me to come for ages, so I figured I’d come and see what all the fuss was about,” Loki replied, nudging you on the shoulder, causing you to let out a small breathy laugh through your nose.

“Well, I’m glad to see they’ve succeeded in pulling you from your room. Speaking of, I haven’t seen you since yesterday. Is everything alright?” Thor asked as he directed his attention back to you. You glanced over at him with a small smile.

“Oh, yeah, I’ve just been tired, so I was catching up on some sleep,” You fibbed. “Bruce works me to the bone.”

“Hey!” Banner shouted from the other side of the table. “Don’t act like I’m the one that keeps you in the lab until well after midnight. Usually, I’m the one dragging you out of it, you workaholic.”

You just hummed in response, the smallest of grins forming on your face. Loki watched this interaction with puzzlement. You were a tenacious little thing. A comment like that would have set off a playful fire in you and you would have bitten back with some retort about how Bruce was lying and was trying to seem innocent.

The fire you once had was dimmed so low that Loki was more than concerned. He so desperately wanted the old you back, but didn’t have a clue as to how to bring that bright smile back on your face. Loki needed a way to help you get through this dark period.

His answer didn’t come until 15 minutes into the game.

The table had been playing some of the most vile cards Loki had ever seen. Having been over a millennia in age, he’d seen and heard of a lot of things, but many of the cards laid out on the table were inexplicable and dare he say funny.

It took a lot to get Loki to laugh harder than a breathy chuckle every now and then, but this game had the normally brooding God belly laughing.

Every time Loki would laugh, he’d take a glance over at you to see if you, too, were laughing, but every time he’d feel a pang of disappointment when you barely even cracked a smile. Even the others had started to notice how little you seemed to be enjoying yourself.

“You good, Einstein?” Tony spoke up from the other side of the table as he snatched another white card from the deck. “This game usually has you rolling. What gives?”

“You know, I was thinking the same thing,” Bucky leaned forward to try and get a good look at your face. You peered over at him, then at Tony, then back down to the cards in your hands.

“Like I said, I’m just really tired. My brain is a little mushy today,” You fake chuckled to deflect your real emotions, which seemed to pacify the heroes for now. Not Loki, though. Loki could see straight through you.

The next round, you were the judge, so you read the black card and watched as everyone slid their white cards over to you. After reading them all aloud, you picked the one that made you laugh the most.

“Who had ‘masturbate-a-thon’? That was funny,” You grinned a bit, holding up the card.

“That would be me, thank you,” Natasha held up her hand with a smirk on her face. You reached across the table to hand her the black card, then instantly retracted it as you felt a weak pinch to your left side. You squeaked, turning to look at Thor with wide eyes.

“Thor!” You hissed quietly. “What was that for?”

“I believed my card to be substantially funnier than the Widow’s card!” Thor claimed, a child-like pout on his face. “You didn’t laugh nearly as hard at mine!”

“I-It was funny, just… not the funniest,” You replied with a shrug.

“I beg to differ!”

“Don’t be a sore loser, Thor!” Nat shouted from across the table. “They barely laughed at my card.”

“She’s right,” Bucky said. “You can’t really base the humor off of their laugh considering how little they’ve laughed all evening.”

“Plus, isn’t this game supposed to be about which card makes the most sense?” Bruce inquired. A chorus of “no’s” and “definitely not’s” were heard from around the table.

“Look, I’m really sorry I’m not a bag of sunshine today, but my laugh doesn’t solely determine how funny a card is. A lot of other people laughed at it,” You jested back.

“Ah, yes, but your laugh is my favorite! I care more about your laugh than anyone else’s and I think we should all hear more of it, hm?” Thor adopted a devilish smirk and reached behind you to pinch at your right side so that you’d lean into him.

“Wahait!” You arched away from his touch, but didn’t get far once Thor’s other hand came into play at your left side. “Thohohor!”

“Now, this is adorable,” Tony quipped, watching as Thor took you apart with just his fingertips.

“Shuhut it, Stahark!��� You snapped. Thor pinched up into the crevices of your ribs and you immediately began fighting harder for release. “Okahay! Thor! OKAHAY! I’ll laugh mohore! Plehease stohohop!”

The blond demigod did as he was told, snickering as he removed his hands from your torso. You buried your face into your hands, groaning out with an interlaced giggle. “Cahan we get back to the game now?”

The rest of the table either gave you a nod or chuckled at your near demise, but continued on as if nothing had happened otherwise. Loki had been silent throughout the scene but was undoubtedly surprised by the turn of events.

You were ticklish. Adorably so, and he was delighted to see such a bright smile on your face even if it was forced by someone else’s hands. He watched you inconspicuously from the corner of his eyes as that ticklish smile didn’t waver from your face for a good few minutes.

You were sitting up straighter and a bit more engaged with everyone. Playfulness. Maybe a bit of playfulness was all you needed to help with your sour mood.

Loki would never subject you to another tickle attack in front of everyone, though. That’s where he and his brother differ. Tickling someone in front of a group of people was public humiliation at its finest and he was certain that’s why you asked Thor to stop.

Still, it wasn’t lost on him how the tension in your shoulders had alleviated and how you laughed a bit more afterwards. It was short-lived, unfortunately; that saddened look returned only 5 minutes later.

Feeling a bit of remorse for you, he leaned over to whisper in your ear. “Would you like to call it a night, darling?”

You discretely bit your bottom lip, looking down at your deck of cards. A tiny nod was all Loki needed to scoot his chair back and stand once the winner of the last round had been determined.

“The doctor and I are going to head out for the evening, but thank you for allowing me to join you all tonight,” Loki announced. “We’re both a little exhausted, but please don’t stop on our accord. Enjoy the rest of your night.”

Loki held his hand out to gesture for you to lead the way out of the game room and you did so without any hesitation. He followed directly behind you and once he knew the two of you were out of earshot, Loki let out the enormous breath he hadn’t known he’d been holding.

You gazed over at him, a wary look on your face. “You don’t have to pretend to be someone you’re not, Loki. They don’t dislike you as much as you think they do.”

“Oh, so, they still dislike me a little bit?”

“No, noho,” You giggled, bumping his shoulder with yours. “That’s not what I meant. I just mean that they should get to know the real you. You know, the way that I have.”

“Likewise,” He replied. You shook your head.

“I have shown them the real me. Everyone knows how crazy and energetic I am.”

“Yet, you still won’t let them see the darkest pieces of you. Not even Thor, who is supposedly your best friend. Why is that?” He peeked over at you to gauge your reaction, which by the way your shoulders had slumped forward and you began fidgeting with your fingers, wasn’t a great sign. “I don’t mean to pry. I only ask because if you think the Avengers would accept the real mischievous me, why would you think they won’t accept when you’re not at your best?”

You sighed as you approached your bedroom door, leaning against the frame. “That’s different. It’s… complicated. I don’t let anyone see this side of me.”

“You let me, did you not?” Loki asked, then raised a brow as you snickered in self-deprecation.

“No. I haven’t. Not really,” You responded sadly. “I don’t want anyone to see me this way. I only want people to perceive me as the way I usually am.”

“Will you talk to me about it? I can’t pretend to know what you’re feeling, but you and I are good friends, I’d like to think, and I know many things about your personal life, so why not this, too?

You tore your gaze away from the floor and into Loki’s blue eyes, swimming in the sincerity. You’ve always trusted Loki. Since the day you first met, trust had been established on your end whether it was reciprocated or not.

Taking a deep breath, you turned the doorknob to your room and opened the door, gesturing your hand to it as he did for you earlier. Loki sauntered inside and waited for you to follow and shut the door before he sat in your desk chair as he always did when he came to your room for advice. You shuffled over to your bed, plopping down on it unceremoniously and tucking a leg under yourself.

“Again, I hope I’m not pressuring you into revealing such intimate secrets about yourself. I only ask because I care and I’m worried,” Loki reassured you.

“It doesn’t happen very often,” you started. “My depression, it’s… tricky. I was diagnosed at 13 and went through a lot of therapy to manage it. Before yesterday, the last time I had an episode this bad was when I was 17, so I thought I had gotten past it, but I was a little naïve to think I didn’t suffer from it anymore.”

“Depression is deepened, intermittent sadness?” He spoke to clarify. You nodded. “And it just comes and goes when it pleases?”

“Most of the time, yes. Sometimes, it’s triggered by something like a bad memory. Other times, like yesterday, it hits me out of nowhere for no reason at all. I was just eating lunch and this feeling of overwhelming sadness just washed over me. When it happens, I just hide in my room because I can’t bear to do anything but lay in bed and pray for the feeling to go away.”

“How long does it last, usually?”

“It depends. Back when I was a teenager, it could last for months. I missed out on an entire semester of school because I couldn’t fathom talking to anyone. Now that I’m older, it doesn’t last as long. Maybe a day or two. Sometimes a week,” You shrugged, going back to picking at your fingers. Loki was perceptive and he noticed that you start doing that when you want to hide your real, true emotions.

“What are you feeling right now? Explain it to me,” Loki ordered softly. He was genuinely curious. He, of course, had experienced sadness before, but never of this variety. He wanted insight. He wanted to know the real you.

“I feel exposed. Vulnerable.”

“That’s not necessarily a bad thing.”

“Yeah, well, it’s a little humiliating. I just hoped that no one ever had to learn about this.”

“No one does if you don’t want them to,” Loki explained. “You do a great job of pretending that you’re alright. I only figured out you were lying because I am the God of Lies. I can see straight through that little façade you put up for everyone else.”

You let out a small laugh at that, rolling your eyes. “I should have known.”

Loki abruptly stood up, walking over to your bed and sitting himself next to you, wrapping you up into a tight hug. You melted into his arms, severely needing the comfort he provided. It was as if all the pent-up emotion you’d been hoarding away had broken through and you began to cry.

Loki squeezed you tighter as you sobbed into his shoulder, rubbing your back gently. He’d never felt such pride knowing you felt safe enough in his arms to finally let go and cry. Maybe it was selfish, but you were his closest friend and if you could finally open up, then maybe he could, too.

After a minute or two, you pulled back from him, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand. “Sorry, I just—”

“Don’t you dare apologize…” Loki cut you off, narrowing his eyes at you.

“No, but, really, I’m—”

He interrupted you, yet again, with a pinch to your side. “What did I just say?”

“EEE!” You squealed, looking in between him and his hand incredulously. “What the hell?”

“I was just simply delighted when Thor enlightened me on this certain sensitivity of yours,” He muttered, poking at your belly and smiling as you squeaked each and every time. “It’s dangerous knowledge for the God of Mischief to have, I hope you know.”

“Ugh, dahamn it!” You groaned, slapping Loki’s hand away from you. He ceased immediately, chuckling as your face flushed red. He had an inkling that you didn’t truly mind being tickled, but he needed to make sure before continuing. Loki needed you to trust him.

“I’d like to apologize on behalf of my brother, however. I hope he did not overstep his boundaries when he tickled you in front of everyone earlier. He has a poor grasp on Midgardian social constructs.”

Your head snapped up, brows furrowed slightly. “No, no, Thor didn’t overstep. I mean, being tickled in public is always a little embarrassing, but mostly everyone knew I was ticklish, anyway.”

“So, you liked it, then?” Loki asked, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. You let out a small, anxious giggle and began fiddling with your fingers once more.

“What? Uh, no, I mean, I don’t mind it, I guess, but like is a strong word,” You ripped your eyes away from his, scooting away from him ever so slightly.

“Mhm,” Loki hummed knowingly. “Well, I think you’d be glad to know that I notice things that others do not. Would you like to know what I’ve learned about you today?”

Before you could answer, Loki inched closer to you and pushed you back onto your bedspread, snickering as you yelped in surprise.

“No need to answer, love. I’ll tell you, anyway,” He said, climbing on top of your hips, straddling you and effectively pinning you to the mattress. “I noticed how your smile lingered on long after Thor had stopped tickling you. I also saw how you didn’t slump your shoulders as much and how engaged you seemed to be with the game. You laughed more at the vulgar cards.”

Gulping, you wrapped your arms across your torso, knowing exactly where this was going. Loki just shook his head and grabbed a wrist in each hand, fixing them to the bed, as well.

“You have this little thing that you do when you’re trying to hide your real emotions. You’ve done it a few times since we left the game and you did it again after I asked if you liked being tickled.”

“I dohon’t!” You finally spoke.

Loki tilted his head and chuckled evilly. “No?” You shook your head wildly. “You had all this time to tell me to stop or to get off of you. You know exactly where this is heading, so if you don’t like it, then why are you still underneath me?”

Your cheeks prickled with heat at Loki’s comment, your head turning away from him to hide it as much as you could. “St-stop teasing!”

“It’s quite alright if you like it, doctor. If it puts a smile on your face and relieves your tension and helps you crawl out of this dark hole that you’re in, there’s absolutely no shame in it. I happen to find it endearing,” Loki replied with comfort in his tone. You still couldn’t look at him, but smiled slightly regardless.

“Thanks,” You whispered, so softly that Loki almost didn’t hear it. A triumphant grin formed on his face as he let go of your wrists.

“Ah, so you do like it! Well, since you don’t really mind…”

Loki shot his hands to your belly, spidering all 10 fingers around the sensitive area. You jolted and immediately fell into giggles. Loki was delighted at the sound of your laughter, having been deprived of it for so long. The way your nose scrunched and your eyes shut tight as you finally let go of all your negative thoughts was something he’d cherish forever.

“This spot seemed to be particularly effective,” Loki announced, switching to knead gently at your sides. You tried to buck out from underneath him, but his weight made it impossible.

“Lohokihi!”

“I have a lot to catch up on since everyone but me knew you were ticklish, so would you be so kind as to tell me where your weak spot is, darling?” Loki pinched up towards your lower ribs, and just like before, you squirmed fervidly, trying to arch away from him. “Ooh, might I have found it?”

“EEAHA! NOHO!” You shouted as your hands grabbed at Loki’s wrists—no real motive to push him away, but only because you needed to hold onto something.

“No, this isn’t your weak spot or no, you won’t tell me?”

“NEHEHEITHER!”

“I guess I’ll have to resort to finding it myself then,” Loki faux sighed, tickling his way up your ribs to see if one of them was a bit more sensitive than the others. Once he’d made contact with an uppermost rib directly underneath the hollow of your underarm, you screeched and clamped your arms down onto Loki’s hands.

“AHAHA! OHOKAY! YOHOU FOUND IHIHIT!” Your feet pounded onto the bed behind him as you attempted to twist away from him. Loki forcefully pulled his hands out from beneath your arms, eyeing you curiously as you calmed down.

“You do remember that I can tell exactly when you’re lying, do you not?” He scratched his two index fingers onto your belly next to your navel to keep you giggling. “That was not your weak spot. It might be a close second, but it’s not the one that makes you want to crawl out of your skin. Now, you can either provide me with the information I’m looking for or we can be here all night. Your choice.”

A giggly whine forced its way out of your lips, your hands covering your face in habit. In theory, you didn’t mind the playfulness. It was a great distraction from the dark thoughts that have been plaguing your mind all day. At the same time, you weren’t sure how much more you could take. You’d always been more ticklish than the average human, and Loki was methodical, so every squeeze and wiggle of his fingers sent you into a state of euphoria.

Loki pulled you away from your thoughts as his fingers slipped underneath the hem of your shirt to flutter them at your bare skin. “Have you decided?”

“Ehehe! Yehes, ohokahay, just gihive me a minute toho prepahare myself!” You giggled, batting his hands away from your waistline. He complied, yanking them out and placing them on his legs.

“I’m listening…” Loki trailed off, looking at you expectantly. You groaned and flopped your head back onto the mattress dramatically.

“Okay, but you have to promise you’ll go easy on me because that last time Thor tickled me there, I kicked him in his manhood and he couldn’t walk for, like, an hour…”

Loki laughed, “I’ll hold you down, don’t worry. I’m not an imbecile like my brother.”

“Fine,” You mumbled. “It’s that spot right above my kneecaps.”

Without a second to lose, Loki vacated his spot on your hips and slid down so that he was settled on your shins.

“WAIT!” You shouted as his hands made their way towards your knees. “Don’t make fun of me for this. I’ll never forgive you.” You pointed a finger at him with a non-threatening look.

Loki nodded, slowly placing his hands on that wretched spot. “I make no such promises.” His thumb and middle fingers squeezed rapidly at the trigger spot and he was fairly surprised at the mind-numbing scream you let out. “Norns, doctor. I’ve never known anyone this ticklish.”

You didn’t have the wherewithal to respond as you fell into hiccuppy laughter. You desperately tried to pull your legs out from under your captor, but the weight of a God was too much. Loki kneaded at the muscle a bit more, relishing in the way tears of mirth collected in your eyes, then ceased his efforts to let you breathe.

“Oh… oho-oh myhyhy Gohod…” You gasped for air, intermittently giggling. “Yohou—you ahare way too good at thahat…”

“I would certainly hope so, otherwise I’d have to relinquish the God of Mischief title,” Loki removed himself from your legs, smiling as he watched you wipe away your remaining tears. Smiling because they were not of sadness, but of the sheer exhaustion of laughing. “How are you feeling now?”

You propped yourself up on your elbows, glancing over at Loki with a goofy smile still on your face. “Tired, but a good kind of tired. I feel better,” You grinned shyly. “Thank you.”

“Anytime, doctor. You only have to ask.”

You blushed in response. “Well, I don’t think you’ll ever get me to explicitly ask for you to tickle me to tears, but I’m just glad I have you here. You’re a great friend, Loki.”

Loki reached out for your hand to help you sit up, then refrained from letting go once you had, rubbing his thumb across the soft, pliant skin.

“I’m grateful to have a friend like you, as well, darling,” He squeezed your hand tight, willing you to know just how much you meant to him. “Don’t be ashamed of those emotions should they ever return. I’ll always be there to pull you back.”

And by the tone of his voice, you knew it to be true.

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