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𝐭𝐡𝐞 "𝐲𝐞𝐬" 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐲.

singledad!mechanic!eddie x fem!reader

✶On Monday, he was a ghost. By Friday, he was a man. Saturday night? He was the unintentional third wheel to your and Adrie's Trick-or-Treating antics.✶

NSFW — slow burn, fluff, flirting, mutual pining, reader wears eddie's jacket, light angst, 18+ overall for eventual smut, drug/alcohol mention/use

chapter: 4/20 [wc: 10.8k]

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AO3

Chapter 4: Ghost Days

Eddie went through Monday like a ghost.

A spectacle in his youth, now a specter. A phantasm phasing through walls. Not a hello, nor a goodbye. Existing in the corners of the room, watching. No attention on him, just working, and thinking. Tending to his dying garden of thoughts when the sun didn’t shine. Moving around you, and the tug of your gravitational pull, with your gaze firm on the desk in front of you, not on the haunt who brought this upon himself, and hurt you in the process.

“You okay, Eddie?” his uncle asked, running a hand up and down his back. “You’ve been staring at that pot of boiling water for ten minutes.”

Eddie fluttered his lashes at the bubbles bursting on the surface. “Sorry, got a lot on my mind.”

————

Tuesday, Wednesday he was a full-body apparition.

No morning smiles, no afternoon laughter, but a single sentence.

“Oh!” You hugged the files to your chest, not knowing Eddie was passing in the hallway to break room right as you were leaving Mr. Moore’s office. Several of the papers crinkled from running into him. Your eyes were screwed shut, expecting an impact. All signs Eddie was real; a thing of worth, a precious brick wall who cupped your arm when you stumbled, who slotted his thumb in the crease of your inner elbow. A chest to brace your hand against. Fingers grasping his dirty coveralls. He was there. He caught you.

And the next day–

“Eddie?”

Your sudden presence scared him. He slammed his black spiral-bound notebook shut and kept his palm over the devil-horned skull he drew on the front.

Sat alone at the table to eat his lunch, the low drone of the vending machines camouflaged the sound of you approaching, and he was too absorbed bin what he was writing down to notice you had entered the break room. Did not realize how close you had gotten until the heel of your palm pressed into a particularly sore muscle in his back from how you steadied yourself on his chair as you bent over.

You picked your gaze up from the notebook, and landed on his eyes. Even if you didn’t mean to, the knot between your brows relaxed the smallest degree–a nearly imperceptible amount–but with how he drank in your appearance, he detected it.

“You wrote O2 for this part here, did you mean X2?” you asked, referring to the invoice in your hand. He watched you bring the question to life. Voice and lips working together to create a lullaby for the unrest in his head. Breath cooling the wet trace of his tongue on his lips.

He was desperate for interaction. He knew. You were too. You just hid it better.

“Eddie,” you reminded him, keen on the five-o’clock-shadow peppering his cheek from neglecting a shave.

If things were different, would you have caressed your thumb along the grain? Would you have pushed his bangs off his forehead, run your fingers through his hair, and pressed your lips to the delicate curve of his temple? Would you tell him he was a good dad for fixing the water heater again, and getting his daughter to school on time, even when he wanted to do nothing more than lay on the couch and cry?

“X2,” he confirmed, “Yeah, I meant X2. Sorry.”

————

Thursday? He was corporeal.

Carl returned from his stay-cation. Stay-at-home-vacation, also known as his wife’s birthday.

He was taking a break in his story to microwave his lasagna when the fading voice of a customer went out the front door, ringing its chime. There was shuffling in the lobby. A backpack being unzipped.

The microwave beeped, and Carl picked up his container with the tips of his fingers, bringing it over to the table, where he sat in the chair facing the hallway.

You walked in with your lunch container, saw the back of Eddie’s head, and walked out.

Carl watched Eddie’s demeanor wilt at the swift exit, gaze falling to the corner of his eyes in acknowledgement of where you were just standing. Face blank, except for the heavy depression drifting his eyelids half-closed. Posture sagged more than normal.

“Is Adrie excited for Saturday?” Carl asked, keeping the conversation light, because boy, did he know that heartbroken look.

“Mm?” Eddie jerked his head up, attentive. He processed the question, and crowded his packed mish-mash of leftovers to his chest, chewing his horrible attempt at replicating Wayne’s pork chop supper as he talked, “Oh, yeah, yeah. Free candy and seeing her friends? She’s been bouncing off the walls all week.” He stabbed an undercooked carrot and brandished it with the same motion he rolled his eyes. “But,” he drew out for comedic effect, “She wanted to dress up as a bat again. Great! Same as last year. No problem, right? So, I take out her costume from the closet, have her try it on, and you know what she says?”

Carl shook his head with a slow grin stretching across his face.

“It’s not pretty enough!” Eddie ate the carrot. “She never wants to be a princess, but all her friends do, and now she’s gotten it in her head that if her costume doesn’t have the same glitter and pizzazz theirs does, it’s not good enough.”

He laughed, “My boys were easier. When they fought over who got to be Donatello, and who got to be Michaelangelo, all we had to do was switch mask colors and weapons.”

“See, they knew what they were doing with the Ninja Turtles, man. Easiest costumes to reuse.”

“Exactly.”

“Now I gotta figure out how to navigate telling her most of the stores are sold out of everything.”

“It’s a toughie, that’s for sure.”

The conversation ended with two knowing nods, sharing the same shallow gripes about parenthood. Carl finished his meal first, and left the table to return to work, while Eddie picked away at his, submerging himself in his thoughts.

A recent drizzle cast Hawkins in a misty haze. The drink machine clicked, and the steady hum rose to a higher frequency. Footsteps squeaked down the hallway. The nervous hand of a once confident woman gripped the doorframe, and she leaned into the room, speaking in a small voice, “I can help.”

Eddie perked up. Head visibly lifting, shoulders drawn back and down. He didn’t respond. Not until he turned around in his chair, and you persevered through the awkward amount of eye contact; wide and unblinking.

You reiterated, “I can help fix up Adrie’s costume so it’s glittery.. Or whatever you said.” Totally not eavesdropping. You waited for a response. “More her style,” you mumbled, filling the void when he forgot what words were.

“Y-Yeah! That–Uhm.. Yeah, you have that kind of stuff?” He clutched onto the back of his chair, knuckles white, bending the plastic from the weight he leaned on it. His face was of equal intrigue, eyes pleading for more interaction, lips parted for more questions, eyebrows pinched in and upwards to show his humility. His thanks.

In a valiant effort for normalcy, you started with a self-deprecating comment, “I mean, it’s not like I was performing on Broadway with a whole costuming department’s worth of tailors, you know. Bobbie and I had to pull all-nighters to finish our own shitty ensembles, so I’m pretty handy with a glue gun, and my sewing skills are serviceable, if I do say so myself.” You stepped further into the break room to put your unfinished lunch in the fridge. “I have tons of fabric and crafting supplies left over. Seriously, I don’t mind spicing up her costume if you wanna bring it by tomorrow. I think I can make something she likes.”

“Are you sure? You don’t have to–”

His mouth sealed itself shut at the incremental smirk sneaking its way across your face.

“Well, you see,” you said, exuding pure charisma, “Now you’ve gone and phrased it in a way which enacts my policy. I have to say ‘yes.’”

Given his current state, Eddie was little more than a mess of nerves; sleeping in uncomfortable positions that had his bones aching due to Adrie’s fear of monsters under her bed sending her to sleep with him on the couch; along with the general up-and-down rush of stress when he passed by your desk, and nothing came of his sad glance in your direction.

Unfiltered relief slipped past his chapped lips as he looked up at you, “Thank you.”

————

By Friday, he was a man.

Eddie skipped his morning cigarette. He wore his lucky Metallica t-shirt under his coveralls. Adrie had to beg him to release her from his powerful hug this morning, flailing her arms and pretending to choke, until the other parents in the carpool lane stared, and he relented.

He walked into the garage’s lobby with sure steps, making a quick stop behind the receptionist desk to drop off a neatly folded pile of black fabric. Then, he looked down the shadowed hallway leading to the lively break room, and he breathed deep.

You were framed by the doorway. Your back was to him, bent over the sink, just beginning to wash the coffee pot.

One thing was for certain.

If anything ever happened between you two and it didn’t pan out, work would be weird. That much he learned this week. And that was just another reason to keep his boundaries up. Another good fucking reason to apologize, turn around, and go back to being cordial work buddies, and have that be the extent of your relationship.

And yet, here he was, flirting with the ring of fire he lit himself.

Crossing his arms, he squeezed his biceps, and leaned his shoulder on the wall outside the room, mind racing as he organized the same speech he rehearsed hundreds of times this morning. “Can we talk?”

Now, the unfortunate thing about rehearsing one-sided speeches was the unpredictability of which you’d follow the script.

“If you’re here to apologize–again–for spending a runtime of 83 minutes with me because it was just that awful, I’ll scream.”

Eddie had to manually force himself to relax out of his wince. “I deserved that,” he exhaled, speaking to himself only. He deserved your stern tone, your angry way of scrubbing the pot. The stiffness between your bunched shoulders. The tight annoyance in your throat from the way he treated you.

Yesterday was a nice break from the tension, but he hadn’t yet made amends, despite the olive branch you extended to him in the form of fixing up his daughter’s costume. “What if I apologized for something else?”

“The jury’s still out on that one.”

“Good enough,” he said. “Listen, ah, I’ve been reflecting on what happened Friday, and I realized I came across like an asshole,” –He shut his eyes, and shook his head– “I was an asshole, whether I meant to be, or not. I mean, yeah, I had a lot on my mind, but that doesn’t justify my behavior in blowing you off like that, especially when you were nothing but nice to me when you saw they set us up together, and you just wanted us to have a good time.. I can tell I hurt your feelings. I’m sorry.”

You rinsed out the soap suds and filled the pot with water, turning off the sink.

There, he apologized, now he should turn around, and go back to being cordial work buddies.

But he was so fucking stupid.

Committing to something he may come to regret, he entered the break room and stopped when he came to the counter beside the sink, bending sideways to rest his arm there, and kicking out his hip. “I didn’t even get to tell you how pretty you were.”

Immediately, you angled yourself away to pull the coffee machine towards you, and poured water into the reservoir.

Eddie let out a groan as his brain caught up with his mouth. “I meant are. How pretty you are..” he spoke at your back while you still refused to acknowledge him. “I meant to say how pretty you are.”

His stomach seized. None of this was going how he planned, so.. fuck it. “I think you’re really pretty right now, actually.”

Nothing seemed louder than his quick breaths, and heart beating in his throat.

The longer you went silent, he considered getting a new job bagging groceries for the supermarket they built on Cherry Street last year.

You slotted the pot onto the hot plate, and opened the cabinet in front of you, blocking his view of you as you reached for the coffee container. But when you closed the door, he had to clench the tremble of annoyance out of his hands.

Try as you might–lips scrunched to the side, cheeks sucked in, making a big production of counting the spoonfuls of grounds you scooped into the filter basket–your smile was obvious. Obvious, and irritating; leading him on as if his advances were a worse offense than his attitude after your date.

“Fine, fine,” you sighed like you were doing him a favor. “I guess you’ve appealed to my ego enough for me to forgive you.”

“You’re the absolute worst person I’ve ever–”

“Yeah. But you think I’m pretty.”

“Whatever,” Eddie grunted, tugging a strand of hair over his mouth, embarrassed to hear his own honesty repeated back at him. “So we’re good?”

You had a sarcastic statement ready on your tongue–he saw it in how you narrowed your eyes, and tipped your head. A loftiness to the way you regarded him; all pompous and teasing and so sure he was being silly and asking questions for the sake of bothering you.

Then, you witnessed his shy quirk, and were instantly disarmed.

“Yes, Eddie, we’re good. The best of friends.. And are you sure you weren’t disappoint–”

“If you’re about to ask me if I was disappointed that you were my date for the third time, I’ll scream.”

You laughed. You tore your gaze from his fingers playing with his curls, and closed the lid of the coffee machine, but in doing so, you turned away, and you both discovered a subtle truth about him.

Eddie was the type who wanted to witness the full scope of the joy he brought on others. When he made someone laugh, he wanted to drink it all in. He wanted to observe the exact way they smiled, how far back they threw their head, if their eyes closed with mirth, if tears sprang, if they giggled to appease him, or if they were expelling a cathartic release. When he made someone happy, he leaned in to hoard the revelry, collect it, and share it. Seeking out their gaze, mirroring them to experience their pleasure first-hand. It’s what made him happy.

It caused him to encroach on their personal space subconsciously, pursuing the pride, and sense of achievement he felt when he accomplished making someone else feel good.

He stood close to you. Very close to you, studying you unabashedly, basking the pure unadulterated validation of making you smile.

You idly scratched your thumbnail over a stain on the counter. “Pretty, huh?” you mused quietly. “Is the hoodie really doin’ it for ya?” It was once black, now sun-faded and overwashed. There was a logo on the front for a random high school. Your high school, Eddie assumed. Clearly, a beloved item, and one you wore when doing craft projects, as indicated by the layers of glitter, dried paint, and burn marks from a hot glue gun marring the sleeves.

Still leaned over, he dropped his hand from his mouth, and swept his hair to one side, exposing the length of his throat. “Maybe it is.”

“Shut up,” you snorted.

“The frumpy ‘just rolled out of bed at noon and forgot to get milk at the grocery store’ look really gets me going.”

“Frumpy–?” In the middle of pressing the ON button and shoving the coffee machine into its place on the counter, you went to pin Eddie with a glare for laying the teasing remarks on thick today, but your attention drifted. Your focus found his eyes shining with slyness, and dropped your gaze to the crook of his neck, where you spied something dastardly. “How does this keep happening? Do you not look in a mirror?”

As you nagged him, you reached for his coveralls. Somehow, the collar kept managing to tuck itself on the inside, and you were at its beck and call, slipping two fingers underneath to unfurl it, coaxing it out in a long stroke over the peak of his collarbone, and down the slope of his chest, over his heart. Longer than two beats worth. The fabric was quite rolled up today. You had to slide along his lucky shirt to find the pointed end, and pull it out, laying it flat. Smoothing down the edges, and securing his tan work jacket over it. Patting them both to seal the kind gesture.

From his periphery, he watched you tend to him, and his smirk grew.

Fell for it hook, line, and sinker.

“Guess I don’t look at myself too often,” he said, eyeing your hands lingering on his person–flattening your palms over his pec for a prolonged moment before retreating–and he nodded for you to follow him out of the room to your desk. He needed the extra seconds away from you to rid himself of his smugness.

Talking about the costume, he rounded to the taller side of your desk, while you sat opposite him in your chair, “Luckily it was big on her last year, so it still fits. It’s just a little short in the legs.”

“Gotcha.” You shook out the bat wings and rubbed the fuzzy material of the suit between your fingers. “Does she have room for another layer underneath? Warm pajamas, or something? The temperature’s supposed to drop tonight. I think a cold front is coming in.”

“Yeah, there’s room.”

“Okie dokie.” You cracked your knuckles and looked at him expectantly. He raised his eyebrows. You raised yours higher. You made a more obvious face. He made a confused one back at you. “Dude, leave. I can’t work with you watching me.”

He curled his lip in a mocking sneer, and went to work in the garage, where–ironically–you could watch him.

~~~

Turns out, you were serious about the double standards of your relationship.

Eddie caught you sneaking glances in his direction whenever he’d wheel out from underneath a car, or when he was bent over the engine of a truck, but as soon as he took his sweet time locating his favorite socket wrench from the tool cabinet (that most definitely wasn’t already in his back pocket), you blocked your project with your body and moved your lips like you were telling him off.

And when he knocked on the glass to gesture for more clean rags from the supply closet, you scrambled to hide the felt shapes you were cutting out, and sent a tube of glitter paint rolling across the lobby.

Even as he relaxed into the plush seat of his car after a long day of work, and the rumble of the engine soothed his mind from exterior worries, his eyes traveled from the bright red stop light swaying in the wind, to the custom crimson interior of his Dodge Omni Shelby, to the pile of black fabric next to him.

He drove with one hand on the wheel. He could just.. take a peek at what the hell you were doing all day.

“Don’t even think about peeking! It’s a surprise. I want Adrie to see it first, and then you can look when she’s trying it on.”

He snatched his wandering fingers away from the bat wing and cupped them around his inner thigh–his usual place for resting them.

~~~

When he opened the door to his trailer, the little lady of the hour came running at him full-speed.

“There’s my facehugger!” Eddie announced through his laugh, stepping backwards to soften the blow of her enthusiasm. And yeah, maybe he shouldn’t refer to his daughter as a parasitic alien from a horror franchise, but the clinginess comparison was accurate.

Adrienne made her immediate attempt to climb him known–clutching onto the hem of his work jacket, and shaking it. “Daddy!” she demanded, making grabby hands at him.

“Hold on, hold on.” He knelt to her level, and promised to pick her up in a few minutes if she exhibited an ounce of patience. “You remember that nice lady from work you drew pictures with?” Thinking about it, she twisted back and forth with excess energy, and gave a big nod, pressing her fingers along her smile. “Well, she heard your costume wasn’t up to your standards, so she wanted to make your Halloween extra special this year. She worked on this all day..” he said slowly, drawing out the grand reveal.

True to his word, Eddie unfolded the outfit he had clutched under his arm, and held it out in front of him, showing it to her first and watching her reaction.

Uncle Wayne opened the bathroom door in the midst of tidying up his beard, dragging a towel around his neck to wipe away the excess shaving cream. Interested in the commotion, and especially curious as to why the person he referred to as his own granddaughter was currently running around the coffee table screaming at the top of her lungs, he questioned anyone who could hear him, “What’s all this goin’ on?”

“The lady at work made my bat costume pretty–Look!” Adrie tugged on the bottom of Wayne’s flannel.

“I see,” he said, vaguely recalling the young receptionist she was referring to. He raised his eyebrows at Eddie. “She did all that?”

He shrugged. “She’s nice.”

Too excited, Adrie unzipped the back of the jumpsuit and climbed in while Eddie held it open. Still, he did not peep at the finished product. Not until every foot wiggled out of the appropriate amount of leg holes, and every sleeve found a hand.

Adrienne walked backwards into the living room and struck a pose with her arms out, flapping them.

Wayne ‘aww’d and clapped.

Eddie sat back on his calves, mouth slightly agape.

You really were nice.

The costume was magnificent. The black fleece was painted with thin strokes of white paint to give the illusion of hair, with special attention around the turtleneck collar where you glued white faux fur into a short mane. Cleverly, the pants were extended with layers of iridescent tulle that caught the light in shimmery rainbows, disguising how short they were on her.

The wings themselves were works of art. Showstoppers. Instead of hanging limp from under her arms, you had used flexible plastic to create bones, giving them some structure.

They were exactly what Adrie wanted. Silver glitter served as a mere backdrop to the myriad of foil stars glued to the fabric. As one’s attention panned downwards, they grew in size and frequency, until there was a disco ball amount of flash and pizzazz. To top it all off, there were felt clouds and crescent moons dangling on strings from the bottom. The stuffed and stitched celestial motifs swung with Adrie’s grand gestures.

And as if that wasn’t enough, Wayne picked up two little black triangles that bounced onto the carpet when Eddie revealed the costume. “C’mere, Adrie,” he said, holding them up to her head. “You’ve got two little ears on barrettes, too.”

“Jesus,” Eddie exhaled.

His next breath caught in his throat. He discovered why you snipped the fabric where it was previously attached to the suit, and gave it an extra bone structure to wrap around.

It was so he could slip his arms around his daughter, and hug her tight without any impediments. “You like it, yeah?”

She threw her arms around his neck, and imbued all her surprise into her little voice, “Are you kidding me? It’s my favorite–the best costume ever! I love it.”

“We’ll have to find a way to thank her when I see her on Monday.”

The hug lasted until Eddie’s knees ached. Still, he clung to her as one clung to a lifesaver. He passed his palm over her hair. He stroked his thumb on the back of her head. He pressed her into the darkness against his throat. He squeezed her to conceal the way he shook. If anyone were to notice the secret of his actions, it would be the person who raised him as one would raise their own son.

Wayne walked over and ruffled his nephew’s hair.

~~~

Later, after Adrie had gone to bed, Eddie confessed, “That took me so off guard, I almost cried. That’s the nicest thing anyone’s done for me, or Adrie, in years.. I mean, outside of everything you do for us. And Steve, too. I just didn’t expect her to put that much effort into a costume.. Or to care that much.”

“I know, son,” Wayne said, patting him on the knee as they sat on the couch, lit by the muted earthy tones of the local news channel. “She seems real nice.”

————

It was a howling Halloween night.

Eddie pulled off the main road into the nice neighborhood on the west side of Hawkins. Everyone knew you went to the rich houses on Halloween, as evident by the agonizing minutes it took to find a place to park, while Adrie was oblivious and just wanted out of her car seat.

Crowds swarmed the doors handing out the best candy. Groups of friends gathered in the streets. Kids ran down the sidewalk to ogle the elaborate decorations. “Is the entire population here, or somethin’?” Eddie grumbled, shifting the gear stick into park.

Once Adrie was out, he asked her, “Do you wanna stop by a few houses on the way to Steve’s?” She eyed the rowdy bigger kids pushing each other on their way up the driveway next to her, and she held out her hand for Eddie to take as a silent answer.

When she was with her friends, she was outgoing, but in this unfamiliar place, surrounded by strangers in the dark, she needed her dad to guide her.

“You’ll feel better once we have some candy in your bucket,” he promised, swinging the orange jack-o-lantern pail back and forth.

In reality, Eddie dreaded this part. Hated it. Going up to houses, knocking on doors, glancing away the second they were answered. He dressed differently. Tried to blend into the back of a big group. Kept his gaze on his daughter shying behind his legs, speaking for her, and hoping her cuteness distracted the adults from taking too close of a look at him. Shuffling away before they could recognize him, remember his last name, and make that same face they always did:

Barely concealed disgust.

Eddie held her hand for several streets until she felt comfortable going up to doors without him, thanks to finding a friend or two from preschool. Those parents were easier. Some he’d gotten to know over the last two years due to birthday parties and school events. Yet, they returned his greeting out of politeness. Waited on the sidewalk like him, but at a distance; in a circle, not inviting him to their grown-up talk.

That’s okay. He felt less alone when Adrie came jogging back to show him her candy. And although she insisted she was a big girl and didn’t need to hold his hand anymore, she walked as if she were glued to his side, three steps to his one stride.

“I don’t need you, Daddy.”

“Yeah, you do.”

On and on, they made their way up the streets, and came upon a white-picket fence dwelling sat modestly between two larger statements, right as the porch light turned off and a group of people left the home.

Fate was a funny thing.

Steve held the gate open for Nancy and whispered something in her ear as she passed, earning a withered glare before she turned and the moon caught the smile flitting across her lips. Behind her, dashing from the shadows, was their son. He held his plastic sword high above his head, and gave a brave battle cry against the person who emerged next.

Robin, also dressed as a pirate, jumped from the top of the stairs and clashed her sword with his. They tussled on their way to the fence, stopping when she feigned a dramatic death, and had to chase down her tricorn hat from rolling into the street.

Eddie’s hand was sweating–Adrie said so with a yuckiness to her words as she ran to join Steve’s son and their group of trick-or-treaters, leaving him behind to stare. And stare. And stare. And try not to burst into a grin.

He wouldn’t have to wait ‘til Monday to thank you.

Step by step, you helped their daughter teeter down the stairs. Patiently holding her hand, encouraging her to the bottom, and brought her to Steve, who was getting out the stroller from the trunk of his car.

“No! I’m–I.. Will walk,” their little girl finished in a disjointed manner, engrossed by the array of bedsheet ghosts, lispy vampires, and corn-syrup-blood-covered werewolves moving around her.

“Yeah, okay, kid,” Steve said sarcastically. “You wanna be a big girl and walk on your own, but we both know after two houses you’re gonna be begging for the stroller.”

Like most girls, she brushed him off, and turned to you for assistance with her jacket. The puffy orange snow suit hindered her movements; her walk was a waddle, and her arms stuck out from her sides helplessly. She was warm, though.

You, on the other hand, were dressed in what Eddie could only call an adult onesie. A fitted one; hugging you in places he shouldn’t notice it hugging you while you were squatting down to zip up her jacket, but a onesie, nonetheless.

“There we go.” He heard you say from where he stood, roughly a car-length away, lurking in the darkness like a creep.

But he’d have to find a way to repent later. His fate tapped you on the shoulder, and his heart set the tempo for his plucky courage’s passion.

“Adrie!” you squealed at her. She greeted you with equal fervor. “Your costume is so, so pretty!” Without a second thought, you bent over, put your hands on your thighs, and asked while waggling your eyebrows, “Wanna fly?”

“Yeah!”

Adrie unveiled her full glittery wingspan, and you clasped her under her arms, instructing her to jump. Up she went. You raised her above you to your full extent and spun in circles. Giggly, messy circles. Showing her off for everyone to see. Parading her for the slew of compliments coming from onlookers. And when your strength tired, you brought her to your hip, and held her tight, still spinning. Dizzy, silly twirls. Savoring the closeness of your foreheads almost touching.

You slowed to stop to scan the scene around you, searching the shapeless night. “Where’s your dad, hmm?”

She pointed behind you.

Over your shoulder, your gazes connected in between a family dressed as Peanuts characters.

Eddie raised his hand, but forgot to move it back and forth.

Your face brightened. The love you showed Adrie reflected in your eyes when you found him. Smiling bigger, somehow, at his stupid wave when he remembered how to perform one.

“Nice costume,” you teased, sauntering up to him with a swagger. “Light-wash blue jeans instead of black. How different.”

“Yeah, and what are you? A cat? So creative.” He meant it as an insult to your gray onesie with a tan belly, but he was the one who followed your quick glance at his stupid hand still waving like an utter moron, and he stuffed his fists in his pockets, wondering if he’d ever recover his dignity after this encounter.

“Uh, I’m clearly a mouse,” you drawled, inclining your head to show off your rounded mouse ears on your headband.

Adrie copied your exact tone and inflection to serve as a gut punch, “Yeah, Daddy, she’s clearly a mouse.”

His greatest fear mocked him. With Adrie on your hip, and your two matching smirks taunting him with your cheeks pressed to one another, he shook his head, and pinched his eyebrows up in worried exasperation. “I don’t need two of you.” A revelation he should take more seriously as you looked at Adrie, and you both giggled. Tips of your noses grazing. Hugging you around your neck. Touching your animal ears and calling you ‘Miss Mouse.’ Thanking you for her costume, and you asked, seeking her genuine approval as you fitted one of her tiny hands in yours to stretch a wing out.

“You like it?”

“I love it!”

You swayed with her in the new position, resembling two people slow dancing despite there being no background music other than shrieks of laughter, and a chorus of “trick-or-treat!”

Yeah, this feeling in his chest was evolving past the boundaries.

Shit.

Eventually you had to support her with two arms again, thus ending your waltz, and you remembered Eddie was there, and Eddie remembered to direct his tender expression at his daughter.

“So, really,” you said, nudging his white tennis shoes and giving him a once-over, “Who’re you supposed to be? A grumpy guy who couldn’t be bothered? A wet blanket?” You leaned in. “Don’t tell me you’re dressed as a stick in the mud for the second week in a row. That’s just gauche, Eddie.”

Adrie latched onto one word specifically. She pointed at him with all her might, and declared, “Grumpy! You’re Grumpy.”

“Great,” he groaned. Yet, there was not a trace of annoyance tugging at his lips–just his tongue poking through as his daughter reduced him to an unpleasant character. “Tell her what movie you watched this morning.”

“I watched Snow White with grandpa,” she said. You gave an understanding ‘ahh.’ “Grandpa is Sneezy. Daddy is Grumpy. You can be..”

“I’ll be Dopey.”

Eddie snorted, “Fitting.” You cut him a soft frown, and he shifted his focus back to his daughter. Eye contact with you was too difficult. He felt exposed. Vulnerable. A single longing look gave away too much, he had to put an end to them. “You think I’m Grumpy, huh?”

She jabbed her finger at him again. “You! Most definitely are.”

The immediate flash of devilry in his eyes was her only warning. “What’d I tell you about pointing at people?” He snatched her wrist in a weak grasp, and lunged at her, snapping his teeth, pretending to bite her finger off with a smile. She scream-laughed and buried her face in your shoulder.

“Aw, it’s okay, Adrie,” you consoled her, “I always knew he was a biter. Lemme count your fingers, ‘nd make sure you have all six.”

“Six?” she cried.

Besotted by your willingness to indulge his humor, Eddie lost track of his inhibitions, and acted on a deep-rooted impulse from his youth, when he was more expressive of his urges. He crept in close while you were busy doting over Adrie, and lowered his face to where he was allowed to whisper in a deeper register, “Hey, no picking on my kid. That’s my job.” To make matters worse, he reached for your side, aimed for your ribs through the single layer of fleece, and prodded. It was a success. You yelped. You were ticklish. Another trait to add to the list of things he shouldn’t know about you.

Steve’s bafflement pierced the rambunctious Jedi fight happening in the middle of the road, “Are you three gonna catch up, or do I need to make you get in the wagon?” he threatened. Sure enough, he was hauling a red wagon of someone else’s kids behind him dressed as various dinosaurs, complete with masks.

More parents had joined the trick-or-treat cavalry, milling about on the sidewalk, waiting for Adrie before they knocked on the next house. You recognized this quicker than Eddie, and offered to take her by, well, simply walking off with her in your arms.

For the first block he was alone with his thoughts. Watching you go from house to house holding his daughter’s hand. Sitting back while you took over for him, and lessened his burdens. When it was you crouched next to Adrie, smiling up at the adults with buckets of candy, they didn’t see Munson. They saw a cute little girl and her supposed mom participating in innocent fun.

“Hey, bud,” Steve said, swinging around to his side, tossing an arm around his shoulders, and shaking him. Eddie could sense the subject he was about to bring up from his consoling squeeze alone. “So, how goes the whole ‘not falling in love’ thing?”

Eddie had his correction at the ready, “I said ‘attached,’ not ‘fall in love.’”

Steve gave him a long, hard stare.

“And I said it was Adrie I was worried about getting attached.”

Steve deepened his stare.

Eddie looked away, then back, then away again. He was quiet for a few strained moments, shuffling his feet while the kids thanked a woman dressed as a witch for her cauldron of candy, and his passing gaze lingered on the Mouse holding his daughter’s hand.

You glanced in his direction, where he stayed on the outskirts of the group, and suppressed a giggle. You were listening to Adrie and her friend’s story about mermaids with full interest, asking questions, and gasping at the information they were disclosing, acting as if they knew the world’s secrets and deemed you worthy of its knowledge.

It was sweet. Endearing, adorable, attractive in the worst ways, and exactly the sort of fun Adrie craved that he couldn’t provide when he was overworked, tired, and stressed to the point of crying frustrated tears.

Except, of course, those bad days had become less and less since you started working at the auto shop..

Eddie surrendered. “How does it look like it’s going?”

“Like you're happier when she’s around,” Steve replied.

“Real good that’s doin’ me.”

They had reached the end of the street, and waited to cross at the stop sign.

Steve shrugged, and said, “I think it’s cute you finally found someone to have a crush on–Ow!” He clutched his side where Eddie elbowed him.

He hissed, “Not so loud,” even though you were several feet away, and talking animatedly with Robin.

“Oh, c’mon, it’s precious.” Lifting his chin, Steve alluded to the way you picked up Adrie and herded the other children across the road like sheep. “Y’know, you were right about her saying ‘yes’ to everything. Her and Robin have some wild stories. Did you know someone came up to them at one of those sleazy hole-in-the-wall bars and asked them to perform on stage–like, obviously meaning you know, stripping–but she accepted his offer, and that’s how they started doing stand up together? Yeah, they just went up there and started shouting jokes at all the drunks. Dodging beer being thrown at them, and whatever. Sounds fun.”

“Yeah, real fun,” Eddie muttered with a horrified expression, wondering how you managed to survive this long with your absurd policy.

“Anyway,” Steve surmised. “I think you should go for it.”

The mood shifted instantly. Eddie’s face went lax, aside from his flared nostrils. He spoke firmly, “I can’t do that, man.”

“Why not?” When Eddie refused to elaborate with a scornful shake of his head, and sudden tenseness to his jaw, Steve softened his nature. He tightened his hold on him in a make-shift hug, and requested, “Talk it out with me. Tell me what you’re going through, and what you want out of this, because you sure do flirt a lot for someone who keeps denying themselves a real relationship.”

“I don’t know what the fuck I want anymore,” he exhaled in mind, body, and spirit. Just a complete depletion of all his anxieties under the weight of Steve’s arm.

Eddie ran his tongue along the back of his bottom teeth while he observed you crouch in someone’s driveway to make a case for Halloween themed pencils, and how they may not be exciting as candy, but there were bats on them, and Adrienne liked bats, therefore, the pencils were cool.

The anxieties were replaced with the blooming realization of how deep his crush went, and the stab of reality pierced the good feelings.

“There’s a million reasons why it’s a bad idea,” Eddie sighed, and gathered his thoughts to list them out as succinctly as possible. “Uh, let’s see. First of all, we’re coworkers, and this week has already been a real glimpse into how this would all pan out if I took the risk and things didn’t work out.”

Steve rocked his head to the side. “Fair, but it’s pretty obvious she likes you too, with how she flirts back.”

“Perfect segue. Okay, so maybe she does like me. But does she like me? And does she like Adrie? Can’t have one without the other. And, man, she made it clear at the movies that she doesn’t even ask if her dates have kids, because there’s never been a second one–a second date, I mean. She’s that casual about it.”

“Why not try something casual, then?”

“When have I ever approached anything casually in my life?”

“You raise a good point there,” Steve answered, shivering at the sudden uptick in frigid gusts biting through his thick jacket.

You and Robin pulled off to the side so your gaggle of kids could take turns stomping on crunchy brown leaves before they blew away.

Ensuring they were at a good distance to watch, but not be overheard, Steve kept his voice low, “What else?”

Eddie rolled his eyes. “Gee, I dunno, how about the fact she hates this place, and is going to leave eventually? Hate to break it to you, but even if she likes me like that, and even if things worked out for a while, I’m not ready to explain to Adrie why the nice lady she loves so much doesn’t come around anymore.”

“So make her stay around.”

“What?”

Shrugging with that stupid grin of his, Steve explained, nonchalant and lackadaisical, “You said she says ‘yes’ to everything. So just ask her to stay.”

Leaning into it, Eddie pulled an overjoyed face, and threw his arms up, gesticulating overdramatically. “Okay! Yeah, you’re right. I’ll just ask her to marry me, then she’ll be forced to stay in this hellhole with me forever. What a grand idea!”

Steve’s full-bodied laugh sent them both doubling over. “Okay, stud, going straight for marriage. It was just a suggestion that maybe she’s over the crazy party-til-dawn city life, and is looking for.. whatever it is you’ve got.”

“Thanks for the pep talk,” he said with more than a hint of sarcasm. Easing out of his glare, he broke himself out of considering Steve’s validation as anything more than an audible feedback loop of the things he wanted to hear, and not the facts he needed to hear. “Doesn’t matter. She could like me, she could not. She could want kids, she could not. She could stay, she could not. I still have to see her every day, regardless. There’s not a lot of other options out there for me, and even if she didn’t want the city life anymore, I don’t think she’s gunning for the single dad whose biggest aspiration is getting a trailer of his own, so his uncle can have his room back.”

Cynicism, cynicism, cynicism. Denial.

Steve’s mouth twisted, and he became serious. “Don’t talk about yourself like that.”

“It’s true, though.”

Ahead, a guy caught Steve’s attention and signaled that it was his turn again on wagon duty, which was the perfect excuse to make his exit because you were standing on your tip-toes, seeking out Eddie in the sea of Stormtroopers. You spotted him and waved with childlike glee, making your way over.

Steve’s hair fell into his eyes as he drew Eddie in. “One last piece of advice,” he began, gaze set on the side of his friend’s face, accepting not even he could win over his attention when it came to existing in the same universe as you. “If you’re serious about not pursuing her, maybe stop looking like you’re gonna blow your load every time she smiles at you.”

Eddie sputtered, “Jesus Christ, dude.”

With that last remark to recover from, Eddie was forced to rearrange his pale face into anything remotely appropriate while Steve got to stroll away as if nothing happened.

“Uh, hey,” he said, eyes scared wide, and showing too many teeth in his tight smile under your scrutiny.

You brought your hand up, and stepped into him until your chests were nearly together. Cocking your head, you pointed at something over yonder, and slowly, unwillingly, he stopped analyzing the nuances of your face to look at the group of kids at the house across the street. One kid in particular. Dressed in black, and with six additional arms dangling from his two human ones.

You couldn’t keep the sheer triumph out of your voice, “That spider is certainly bigger than your palm.”

He winced as if your joke physically pained him. He curled in on himself, and depleted himself of oxygen to groan a long, contemptuous, “So lame,” stressing both words to exaggerate his misery. Shaking his head as if his grievance was anything other than a ploy to discover what it felt like to reject reality, and satiate the envy he felt when Adrie got to be this close to you. Foreheads almost together. Noses almost grazing.

As if your hand trapped between your bodies was anything other than a ploy to rest the backs of your fingers on his chest as you laughed. As you leaned into him. As you tugged on his sweatshirt underneath his leather jacket, begging him to give in until, at last, he broke.

Eddie laughed with you, recklessly.

“Did you really abandon my kid to run over here and tell me that?”

“She’s safe with Bobbie,” you promised in a whisper. “And yes, I did.”

Leaf-shaped shadows danced across you both, cast from the orange glow of the streetlamp above. Autumnal bare branches, electric wires, swaying in the wind, revealing your faces in quick pieces; a wrinkled forehead here, contours of a nose there. Flashes of a puzzle you both collected and assembled in the scarce seconds before it was time to move on to the next house.

You crossed your arms tight over yourself and walked beside him, smiling at the ground.

“How’ve you enjoyed your Halloween experience?” he asked, swinging his arms wide to gesture at Hawkins in general. “I’m sure it’s a lot different than what you’re used to.”

“Oh, I love it!” you said in earnest, surrounded by all the things you’d only seen on screen before. “It’s just like the movies. Trick-or-treating, little kids running around in costumes, the weather, the decorations. It’s surreal. Usually I’d be drunk in a nightclub by now.”

Furrowing his brow, he looked upwards as if he were reading a nonexistent clock, and asked with a twinge of parental disapproval, “Isn’t it, like, 8PM?”

“Yeah,” you admitted, unperturbed. Too impassive to put him at ease. Like you were lording a secret over him. “Don’t act like you weren’t the same before you had Adrie.”

“And what does that mean?”

“Harrington’s been telling me stories about you,” you informed him, and rolled your bottom lip inward, biting it as he zeroed in on your cheeky grin getting a rise out of him.

He squinted at you. “Calling him Harrington, huh? Well, aren’t you two chummy.” Mentally rolling a Nat 20 for Stealth, he lifted his hand to your side without you noticing. “What’d he tell you?”

You made an ‘X’ over your mouth with your fingers.

The perfect position to leave yourself open for attack. I mean, the opportunity presented itself so splendidly, how could he not? How could he resist the greatest temptation?

His impending threat continued to go undetected. Giving you one last chance, he dipped his face to yours–relishing how the apples of your cheeks intruded on your eyes when you smiled this hard, forcing them to scrunch closed–and he asked, “What did he tell you?”

“I’m not repeating!” you giggled.

Oh, you were giggling all right. And in the next gasp, you were squealing, jerking away from him.

Eddie was merciless. His large hands proved too difficult to escape. He poked, prodded. Tickled you until his every, “Tell me, tell me, tell me,” was met with your, “Stop, stop, stop, please!” You fought him fruitlessly, grappling at his forearms, and failing to do little more than slip against his sleeves. He cackled at you. Mocked you with the tip of his tongue to his teeth each time you thought you got away, only to be caught again. You resisted. Resisted. Persevered in the face of evil–knocking your forehead into his chin on accident. Eddie thought you would’ve caved by now, but it was him who stopped; and not because of the unwanted attention your antics drew.

You pried him away from your ribs.

“You’re freezing!” Eddie’s mood changed on a dime at feeling your frigid fingers on top of his. He shifted so that he was enveloping your hands, encasing you in his warmth in exchange for the cold seeping to his bones.

“Yeah,” you answered sheepishly.

“You made a fuss about reminding me to put Adrie in extra layers, but you’re not wearing a jacket?”

You chewed on the inside of your cheek, distorting your grin. “Yeah.”

“You’re irresponsible, you know that?”

“Yeah.”

“A real bad example.”

“Yeah.”

“An absolute pain in my ass.” Eddie grinned with you. Eyelids falling half-closed. Searing your skin with his heat. Enacting the subtle art of asking questions for the sake of prolonging the moment. Not like it was obvious, given you readily accepted his fingers curled around yours with a coy glint to your gaze. Totally discreet as he let go to shrug off his jacket and hand it over.

Obliging him, you raised your eyebrows. “What a gentleman.” You slid your arms into the sleeves, snuggled into his blanketing warmth, and tugged the collar over your mouth, rendering yourself to a pair of pretty eyes.

He was a goner.

“Tell me what Harrington said.”

“Okay,” you indulged him, breath coming out as a fog. “He said..” You were back to giggling behind the collar, remembering the story. “He said one time at a party there was this big watermelon keg he spent all day working on.” Eddie pressed his lips into a line, knowing where this was going. “He scooped out the innards. Spent painstaking hours cutting up fruit to put inside it and soak up all the rum. And then you wandered in. Already hammered, and you, you–” You snickered and peeled back the collar. “You knocked it over within ten seconds of walking in the kitchen, smashing it everywhere like a crime scene.” You hid behind the collar again, then opened it, voice gone high-pitched with suppressed laughter. “And he said you panicked, and tried to scoop it up in your hands and put it in people’s cups!” More laughter. “And when they said ‘no’ because it was fucking gross floor juice, you tried eating all the fruit yourself.” One more hide and seek of the collar as you lost it in a final squeak, “And you cried!”

He waited until you calmed down to show how thrilled he was in a deadpan tone, “Great, great. I’m so glad he told you that one.”

“It certainly conjures an image.”

Thinking the conversation was over, you took a step in the direction of your trick-or-treat group, but something caught your eye. You tilted your head. He mirrored you, tilting it the same way. You shuffled to the side. He turned with you, more, more towards the streetlamp. Curious as to what you were doing, and why you were staring at his chest, mouthing something.

“What’s Corroded Coffin?”

“Uh–It’s–It’s nothing,” Eddie said a bit too loud, wiping at his sweatshirt like the self-printed logo was a crumb he could discard himself of.

Fortunately, a wild Adrienne appeared, interrupting him from making a bigger fool of himself. “My hands are cold. Can I have my gloves?”

Eddie glided his hands over his stomach out of habit, and realized his pockets weren’t there. Without warning, he grabbed a fistful of his jacket, and yanked you to him, spinning you, manhandling you. Forcing you to catch yourself on his braced muscles–shoulder to his chest, hip to a place he’d rather not dwell on. Not gentlemanly at all.

You released a string of flustered remarks, and pushed away from him, making it appear to be a benign accident in front of his daughter.

“Here,” he said to Adrie, holding the black mittens above her head, out of her reach.

She jumped, and jumped, and stomped. “Daddy,” she whined.

Dusting yourself off from the previous encounter, you agreed, “You’re so cruel, bullying your own child.”

“She knows the magic words,” he led on.

“Please!” She jumped higher, huffing and puffing.

“And?”

“And thank you!”

He relented. His evil reign came to an end. First, the tickling, now, the height advantage over a little girl. He gave Adrie the mittens and she stuck her tongue out at him before bolting off faster than lightning.

It was you turn to poke a stern finger into his ribs. “Awful, awful man,” you scolded him. Unlucky for you, he wasn’t ticklish there, nor was he ashamed of any of his actions these past few minutes. He might come to regret them when you move back to New York and these were the memories he was left with, but he wasn’t ashamed.

No, not ashamed to overstep the boundaries he resurrected in pursuit of happiness. If only a little. Enough to feel the thrill of danger, but remain safe inside his walls.

Casual.

You liked casual.

Fuck what he said earlier. He could keep it casual. He could handle innocent flirting without it getting out of hand.

“We should probably catch up with everyone before they send Scooby and the gang to search for us,” you said, walking backwards, throwing your thumb over your shoulder.

He snorted. “Terrible joke. Are you sure you were a comedian?”

You answered him with two middle fingers, which you promptly put away. Adrie came running back after just one house, hunched over, dragging her feet; hair a loose mess, barrettes dangling. Displaying all the theatrics of her father.

She made grabby hands at you. Not him. And before he could voice his hurt, you scooped her into your arms, and she rested her chin on your shoulder.

“Hey,” he complained weakly, walking up to you from behind so he could take the treat bucket before it spilled, and talk to Adrie directly. “You told me you were a big girl who could walk on her own, and didn’t need to be held.” Her refute was a babbling grumble laced with fatigue.

Speaking to you, he said, “You don’t have to carry her.”

“I don’t mind. I think they only want to do a few more houses before we head back. Do you wanna join?”

At first, Eddie was quiet, and you spun in a slow circle to see him, catching the end of his wistful expression at the rich neighborhood and its opulent houses owned by affluent people who heard a rumor or two about Munson, and decided he wasn’t worth more than their wary glances when his kid played with theirs.

“Nah, I’m good over here.” He ran his hand over the back of Adrie’s head, and relaxed his stance, staying put.

“Let me help ya out there, Cool Guy,” you said, motioning for him to bend to you. You picked a narrow, apple-red leaf out of his tangled hair, and flicked it away.

“How long has that been there?”

Shrugging your mouth to disguise your beaming grin, you feigned ignorance while walking away. “Who’s to say?”

To further exacerbate his embarrassment into genuine distress, after two Mummies answered the door, and you were coming down the sidewalk, he saw you pull off the side for Steve to pass with the stroller, and you laid your cheek on the top of Adrie’s head. You whispered something in her ear. Something most intriguing, on account of her coming to life, no longer sleepy. The exchange was short; her asking a question, and you answering. But as you nodded with heavy-lidded eyes, and she pressed her fingers to her smile, you both turned, looked at him, and giggled.

Eddie gulped.

He didn’t like this new feeling of you two sharing secrets about him. Especially ones he couldn’t threaten out of you, no matter how many times he put his hands on your ribs.

~~~

As the evening came to a close, Eddie carried Adrie on his hip while you lugged her bucket of sweets. The plastic handle bowed from the weight of the candy, and your fingertips went numb from the burden. And maybe for your troubles, you took a piece. Or two.

The group petered out until it was left to the core of you returning to Steve’s house. The goodbyes were truncated due to the three sleepy kids in tow. You handed off the bucket to Eddie, first asking if he was sure he didn’t need help getting to his car, and when he assured you he was fine, you squeezed Adrie’s ankle and whispered a goodbye she didn’t hear, too lost in Dreamland and drooling on her dad’s shoulder to know the night was over.

He said he’d see you Monday and parted ways, walking in the opposite direction, and you waited at the white-picket fence gate for Robin to stop swapping sneaky peeks at Steve and Nancy to join you.

“Bobbie, I know you don’t want me driving.”

She made eyes at Nancy one last time, and descended the porch stairs at a leisurely pace. “Yeah, we can leave.”

~~~

The drive home was a welcomed respite after the constant overstimulation. The radio was set to low, the heater caressed warmth along your wind-burnt cheeks, the headlights spotlighted deer grazing on the sides of the lonely road. Robin kept lofting soft smiles in your direction, which you returned.

Parking at her parent’s house, you closed the car door behind you, hearing it echo off the forest. The rocky driveway crunched under your shoes on your way to the door. The porch light was on, elongating your shadows across the ground, following you step by step.

“So, you and Eddie, huh?” Robin asked, turning the key in the lock.

You snapped to attention, schooling your features from giving you away. “Just friends,” you reiterated at her suggestive tone. “Just friends and coworkers. He’s dropped more than enough hints that he’s not looking for more.” You finished in more of a sigh, “Not with me, anyway.”

“Is that so?”

Her lopsided smirk struck undesired hope in your heart.

Robin pushed open the door, and curled in her forefinger to tap her knuckle on her upper lip. She dropped her gaze to your general upper body, and hummed, “You, uh.. forget something?”

You looked down at yourself. “Oh–”

————

Eddie dropped his shoulders back expecting to feel something slide down his arms. Then, he patted his chest, and realized. “–Shit.” He stared at his coat hook next to the front door where his leather jacket usually hung, and reprimanded himself in a soft laugh. “Guess I’ll have to get it back on Monday.”

“How much candy can I have?” Adrienne asked, dumping out her bucket on the coffee table, and scrambling to pick up the Tootsie Rolls that fell on the floor. She began sorting into piles of most favorite to least favorite.

“One,” Eddie stated sternly.

He turned on the TV and sat on the couch, decompressing while Adrie cackled over her hoard like Smaug. He should’ve known something was up when she wouldn’t stop giggling to herself.

His suspicions were answered when she turned around to show him the one piece she picked out–perfectly following his rules.

“Uh, absolutely not!” Eddie swiped it from her. “Seriously, who gives out full size Snickers bars on Halloween?”

“But, Daddy, you said!”

Leaning forward to rest his arms on his thighs, he demanded her attention before the pitiful crocodile tears started. “I’ll make you a deal,” he said, and reached past her for a mini Musketeers to compare. “You can have the Snickers, but you have to share half with me. See, half is still bigger than one of these little ones, so you’ll still be coming out of this a winner. ‘Kay?” She nodded and went to grab it. “But! I don’t want any tantrums when I tell you it’s bath time.” Again, she agreed and he reeled the candybar back into himself, away from her quick fingers. “And! You have to brush your teeth after.”

“I will,” she promised with a deep frown.

“And you still have to go to bed at the normal time.”

Pushing her hair out of her face, she dropped her head in another big nod.

Eddie was satisfied and went to give it to her. But another thought crossed his mind–one of true luxury–and the allure of the idea proved too good to ignore.

Much to her dismay, he snatched the candybar away before she could get a good grasp on it, and he deepened his voice to show he was serious, “And I want to shower. Ten minutes. Uninterrupted.”

She groaned at the ceiling at his never ending list of rules. “Fine!”

~~~

Riding his tingly feel-good high, Eddie opened the bathroom door to let the steam out, and toweled off the fog on the medicine cabinet mirror. He took out his comb and scissors, and sectioned out his bangs.

Brunette snips of wet hair fell in triangles onto his white tank top and around the sink. It wasn’t a noticeable trim, just enough to get them off his eyebrows when dried.

With some amount of clarity, he looked his reflection in the eye as he evened out the cut, and didn’t know if he should be wearing the faint smile he did, or if he should listen to his better judgment, and stop making modifications to his barriers.

He knew you deserved a better life than what Hawkins could offer, but he could enjoy the innocent workplace flirtations, right? They were harmless. Little compliments here and there to boost his confidence. That’s all it was. It’s not like you actually found him attractive, right? You’d been on enough dates to know what to say to a guy. That’s all.

Though, he did need to remember to have a talk with Adrie about setting her expectations and understanding Daddy could have friends without it leading anywhere, and that was okay.

“–some.”

Jumping, Eddie said a prayer that was not righteous, and thanked the stars he was not trimming closer to his eyes when his daughter scared him. “Jesus Christ, kid,” he exhaled.

“Handsome,” she said again.

Taken aback, he let the flattery sink in. Besides last week at the movies, he didn’t get compliments often, or at all, and to receive one now while his thoughts circled back to that familiar sting of ugliness with the way other parents looked at him tonight, Adrie’s kindness matured his grin into a real smile.

“You think I’m handsome?” he asked in a mild, quick laugh. “That’s sweet.” He leaned over the sink and worked on his bangs again, snipping up into the strands between his fingers.

“Miss–ouse does.”

“What–?” Her words were incoherent from her fingers stuffed in her mouth. “Did you say..?” He dropped the comb and scissors, and spun around, eyes set on her. Adrie released a high-pitched shriek and ran from the doorway. “Wait! Adrie! She said that? She said that about me?” He chased her into the living room, dodging back and forth around the coffee table. Duping left, right. Catching her as she made a quick escape to her bedroom. “Tell me what you said? Did Miss Mouse say that about me? Did she call me handsome?”

Try as he might, threatening to tickle her until she repeated herself, Adrienne refused to tell him the secret you whispered in her ear.

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The Cat and Dog Game [Chapter 20]

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Comedy

Pairing: Yunho x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Chef!Reader, RestaurantOwner!Yunho, MaitreD!Hongjoong, Waiter!Yeosang, Waiter!San, Waiter!Mingi, SousChef!Seonghwa, SousChef!Wooyoung, PrepChef!Jongho

Summary: Yunho's dream was to open and run his own restaurant. But he doesn't know anything when it comes to cooking. Until you came along and accepted the job, bringing with you a small crew. How will the black cat tame the energetic golden retriever?

Word count: 3.4K

"Say hi to your parents for me." You smiled, leaning against the door. You were still wrapped up in the blanket you dragged from your bed to walk Seonghwa out.

"You can come with me, you know? They did ask you to tag along." Seonghwa chuckled.

"I know, your parents have always loved me more. But you barely spend any time with your parents now, Hwa. I'm sure they miss you. Just go and... be their son. Don't worry about me." You giggled. Seonghwa rolled his eyes.

"I am still their son, I've never denied it." He scoffed.

"I know that. Tell them I'll be there next time." You said. Seonghwa nodded, reaching to to kiss your forehead and hug you before he left your apartment.

Mr and Mrs Park were there for you through it all. They were there for you after your mum passed away, they looked after you like their own daughter whenever you left home because of your stepmother.

"Oh, my soup!" You ditched the blanket by the doorway and went to the kitchen to check on your soup.

"Just what I need." You took home some seolleongtang from yesterday, wanting to add sliced beef and rice cakes for your lunch.

'Psst. Is your bodyguard gone yet? - Woo'

'You know I can't actually hear you through text, right Woo? And if you're referring to Seonghwa, yes. He just left to meet his parents not too long ago. - (y/n)'

'Perfect! I'll be there in 30 minutes, I'm going to buy some snacks first. - Woo'

You laughed, shaking your head as you put your phone aside. Reaching into your fridge, you took out more stock to prepare a portion of food for Wooyoung too. Wooyoung and Jongho both dropped by on their own from time to time to hang out with you, just like Seonghwa did.

"I'm here, jagiya!" Wooyoung announced loudly. You turned around to see him folding the blanket you left at the doorway earlier, draping it over his arm.

"Hi, Woo. And thanks." You smiled softly. He nodded and went to return the blanket to your room.

"What are you making?" He came, peering over your shoulder.

"Yesterday's seolleongtang. I just added some meat, rice cake and napa." You said, stirring the pot. He tugged you to him to hug you tightly, his arms circling your waist and chin on your shoulder.

"My jagi~" He giggled, giving you a loud kiss on the cheek before pulling away.

"You always do that to make Seonghwa angry." You snorted, turning the flame down for the soup to let it simmer.

"No. He's just jealous he can't do it." He rolled his eyes. When the soup was done, Wooyoung portioned the food out and you both sat at your counter to eat together. You topped your soup with red pepper flakes and spring onions.

"Bowl of comfort right here." He pointed at the bowl with his spoon as he chewed his food.

"That's what you say about post-Christmas split pea and ham soup." You laughed. After Christmas ham was eaten, you usually kept the bone to make pea and ham soup. It was practically a tradition.

"There are a lot of things that can bring you comfort, (y/n)." He pinched your cheek, making you wince.

"These fritters are good." You said, eating on a gimmari that Wooyoung bought.

"It's from the market near my place. A new stall run by an older couple but the food is always good. Crisp and fresh." He informed. You nodded, taking a vegetable fritter to eat.

"So, what did you think about yesterday?" Wooyoung casually asked.

"It went well. It was nice cooking at such a magnitude again, you know, cooking fancier dishes and stuff. With our small team, I don't think I can do it every night along with the morning bakes. But maybe we should do themed nights then. I'll suggest it to Yunho." You said as you leaned on one hand.

"That's nice and all. But I meant more... meeting the families." Wooyoung threaded lightly.

"I'm fine, Woo. I'm not gonna start spiralling just because I saw happy families. Was I envious? Yes, I'll admit that I was. But that's just how it is, nothing I can do about it." You shrugged.

"Okay, I just want to make sure you're okay. I am here for you." He slid his hand over yours.

"You know, I told Hwa that before we left, Yunho's mother hugged me. It... felt nice... In a familiar sort of way." You laughed bitterly.

"How so?"

"It's different from the hugs your mother, Mrs Park and Mrs Choi gives me. I may be going crazy but it just reminded me of my mother." You sighed.

"No, you're not going crazy, jagi. I understand. Like how my mother's hugs will always feel and be different. I get it." He giggled.

After the meal, you and Wooyoung did the dishes and cleaned up before sitting on the couch together. There was a random show playing on the television but it was mostly background sounds used to fill the space.

"Tell me something." Wooyoung started, taking a handful of popcorn and eating it from his hand. You hummed, fiddling with a stray string on your shared blanket.

"The dish you made yesterday. You chose galbi jjim because it's Yunho's favourite, right?" He asked. You remained silent.

"What's up with that? You and Yunho." He probed further.

"I... I don't know..." You shrugged with a soft sigh. Wooyoung was someone who was very in touch with his emotions while you were not. Maybe he could help you make sense of things.

"I need you to pick my brain." You confessed a little too honestly. Wooyoung's eyes widened.

"Jagi, I hope you don't mean that literally. Because you know I love you but brains..." He laughed.

"Be serious! I need you to help me understand things." You groaned and kicked his thigh, which was next to your food. He yelped and pouted at you.

"Try me. Tell me everything." Wooyoung encouraged. You took a while to try and form your thoughts into coherant sentences. He was patient though, Wooyoung always was, never rushing you or sarcastically commenting. You sifted through all your feelings in each situation you've been in with Yunho.

"How do you know if you like someone? Romantically. Rather than just, enjoying their company as a friend." You asked.

"Hmm. Well, what else do you feel when you're in that person's company? Yes, enjoying their company is one thing. Do you feel anything else?" He asked back.

"I like it, I don't want our time to end. But don't you feel that way with friends too?"

"Let's put it this way. When you are with Yunho, do you feel it's different than when you're with us?" He explained.

"Yeah. I feel like a different person entirely, more at peace. Like I want to get to know more about him and at the same time, I want to share more about myself. Which is rare." You said.

"There you go." Wooyoung nodded.

"I always thought it was just because you guys are noisy and chaotic, that's why Yunho brings me peace." You blinked.

"Yah." Wooyoung flicked a popcorn at you. You snickered, picking up the popcorn to pop into your mouth. Wooyoung's words sunk in, did you like Yunho? Romantically? It almost scared you at the thought of loving someone.

"Hey. Don't get lost in there." Wooyoung's hand slipped over yours, breaking your internal spiralling. You looked up and he sent you a gentle smile. He just knew you too well, all the boys did.

"What should I do? I'm scared of feeling this way, Woo." You asked in a whisper.

"What do you want to do? Do you want to tell him?" He asked.

"And then what?"

"Silly girl. If he likes you back, then you can try going on dates together. You don't have to get into a relationship right away. Try spending more time together." He chuckled.

"I know with everything you've been through, you are scared of your feelings. But I see how you are with him. He makes you happy." He smiled.

"I'm broken, you know? Yunho doesn't even know anything about my past. It feels wrong to hide it from him. But I'm afraid that he finds out and it scares him. He looks at life so beautifully while I can barely put myself together." You forced a bitter smile as tears started to form. Wooyoung leaned forward, cupping your cheeks.

"Hey, hey. Don't you say that about yourself. You're not broken, jagi. You're the toughest person I know. Life put you through the wringer and yet, here you are." His thumbs stroked your cheeks.

"It's all because of Hwa... And you... And Jongho." You shook your head, tears streaming down your face.

"No. It's because of you. You pulled yourself out of there. I'm sure Yunho can see what a beautiful person you are. Inside and out." Wooyoung said firmly.

"I love you, jagi." Wooyoung hugged you to his chest.

"You don't have to tell him everything at the moment. When your heart is ready." He stroked the back of your head.

"Thank you, Woo." You murmured, pressing your face into the material of his shirt.

"Whatever you decide to do, I'll always be here for you, jagiya. I just hate seeing you hurt." He promised, planting an affectionate kiss to the top of your head.

When Seonghwa came back from meeting his parents, he wasn't surprised to see Wooyoung's platform shoes there. Wooyoung and Jongho always dropped by to hang with you. He found the couch empty, only the blanket there.

"Sweetheart? Wooyoung?" Seonghwa called out but there was no reply. He sighed and folded the blanket, setting it aside.

"(y/n)?" He peeked into your room to see you and Wooyoung asleep. Your upper body was resting on Wooyoung's chest, the boy's arms wrapped around your shoulders.

With a soft smile, Seonghwa adjusted the blanket over you and Wooyoung before exiting the room.

"What should I cook?" He checked the time and went to the kitchen. He dug through your fridge to see what you had to cook for dinner.

*BZZZZ*

Seonghwa checked his phone and was surprised to see the message that popped up on his screen. After typing a quick reply, he put the ingredients back into the fridge and went to wear his shoes. Just like that, he walked out of the house again even though he had only been back for 15 minutes.

"Hey." Seonghwa greeted as he entered the cafe, seeing the person who sent him the text message sit at a corner booth.

"Hey, hyung. Thanks for meeting me so suddenly. It was probably surprising for you to receive my message out of the blue." The person said, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Not at all." Seonghwa cleared his throat before sitting on the opposite bench.

"Berry smoothie, please." He raised his hand to order with the waiter. Seonghwa glanced at the man, who kept his head lowered.

"Yunho, what's wrong?" Seonghwa tilted his head. Yunho cast his eyes upwards to look at Seonghwa, like a puppy that got caught doing something bad.

"I'm sorry, hyung. I... I don't know how to say this... I thought about it the whole night until this morning and I don't know how to go about doing this but my mind told me I should be apologising to you first but I didn't know how-"

"Woah, woah. Slow down. What are you talking about? Why are you apologising to me?" Seonghwa frowned.

"I... I like (y/n)." Yunho confessed.

"Okay... I think I could tell that you like her... But why are you apologising to me? It's not like she's my property or my daughter." Seonghwa was still confused.

"Isn't it against the bro code to go after your friend's girl?" Yunho asked with a wince.

"Is that what you thought? (y/n)'s not my girl... I am extremely protective of her but girlfriend? No." Seonghwa shook his head.

"Wait, you're n-not together? But I thought..." Yunho's eyes widened. Had he misunderstood the whole thing? This whole time, he assumed things and they turned out to be wrong.

"We're not dating. But like I said, I am extremely protective of her. (y/n)'s bubble is fragile and I protect it vigilantly."

"Did something happen?" Yunho asked.

"It's not my story to tell. I don't oppose of you wanting to start a relationship with her. Frankly, even if I did oppose it, I have no right. (y/n)'s her own person and she makes her own decisions. Just don't hurt her, Yunho. She puts her heart and soul into everything. If you can't do the same, leave her alone." Seonghwa warned.

"No, no. I promise I won't hurt her. I can't even fathom the thought of her being hurt." Yunho said earnestly. Every time Yunho was with you, he just wanted to hug you and take care of you.

"Do you think she likes me back?" Yunho asked. Seonghwa knew you best and spent the most time with you. He would know.

"Not for me to say. I don't want to get your hopes up or give you any expectations. That's a conversation you should have with her." Seonghwa replied.

"All I can say is, be patient with her." Seonghwa advised with a kind smile. Just then, his phone rang.

"Hey, Wooyoung... You're cooking alone?... Oh, she's still sleeping..." Yunho sipped his drink, assuming 'she' was you.

"I actually ran into Yunho... Mmm, we're just having drinks... I'll ask him." Yunho straightened up when he saw Seonghwa pulled the phone away from his ear.

"Would you like to join us for dinner?" Seonghwa asked.

"Oh but I wouldn't want to intrude-"

"Yeah, he'll be there. I'll come with him." The older said and hung up. Yunho's eyes widened, unable to say anything. Seonghwa chuckled and tucked his phone back as they finished their drinks. Yunho insisted on paying after asking Seonghwa out.

"Hyung, what if I can't act like myself around her? I don't want to be accidentally blurting things out. It already almost happened once." Yunho panicked slightly.

"You'll be fine. It's just dinner. Besides, Wooyoung and I will be there." He laughed, patting the taller on the shoulder.

"You know her address, right?" Seonghwa stood at his car door. Yunho nodded and the two split up to drive back to your house.

When the two entered the house, Yunho could immediately smell something delicious being cooked in the kitchen. Wooyoung hummed as he moved around the kitchen.

"Hey, you two." Wooyoung greeted.

"Hey." Seonghwa dropped his coat on the couch while Yunho bowed politely and draping his coat over the bar chair.

"She's still asleep, hyung." Wooyoung informed turning around to face the stove. Seonghwa nodded and moved down the hall to where Yunho presumed your room was.

"Don't stand around. Sit, sit. Make yourself at home. Want something to drink?" Wooyoung waved at Yunho. It was amazing how Wooyoung and Seonghwa, probably Jongho too, treated this house like their own house. They were so comfortable here, they knew where everything was.

"Ah!" Yunho jumped when he heard Seonghwa yell. Wooyoung didn't even flinch, cooking the food like it was normal.

"Is... everything okay?" Yunho asked.

"Oh yeah. (y/n)'s probably just trying to kill him for waking her up. Don't worry about it." Wooyoung shrugged. Seonghwa emerged from the room first.

"She's up." Seonghwa announced. Wooyoung opened his mouth to say something.

"Oh my god!" You yelped and the sound of your rapid footsteps were heard, followed by the sound of your room door slamming close.

"PARK SEONGHWA!" You shouted from your room. Yunho smiled to himself, he found you so adorable.

"I was just going to ask if you preempted her about Yunho being here... Guess not..." Wooyoung snickered. Seonghwa sighed and went back to the room.

"What is Yunho doing here?! Why didn't you tell me?" You hissed the moment Seonghwa came in. You were getting presentable clothes to change to considering you were wearing one of Jongho's shirts and really old, torn home shorts.

"I ran into him and invited him for dinner. I couldn't tell you because you were strangling me for waking you up." Seonghwa rolled his eyes.

"Oh my gosh." You slapped your forehead.

"What?" Seonghwa blinked. You shook your head with a sigh and went to your bathroom, making sure you brushed your teeth and looked presentable enough.

"Sorry about that. Hi, Yunho." You greeted as you came out. Yunho got off the bar stool.

"Hi, (y/n). Not need to apologise. Sorry for intruding." He smiled kindly. You tied your hair up into a bun and entered the kitchen area.

"Smells good, Woo. What are you making?" You asked Wooyoung, opening the fridge and pouring yourself a glass of cold brew coffee.

"Whatever you had in the fridge. So minced mushroom and cabbage stir fry, sweet and sour pork collar strips, bavette steak and side dishes." He informed. You nodded with a hum.

"I'll do the bavette." You said, putting your coffee aside and grabbing your apron. Seonghwa took whatever kale you had left to make a lemony kale salad with feta cheese and chopped cashews. Yunho volunteered to help Seonghwa with the salad since it seemed like the item he would screw up the least on.

"Sorry, it'll be scraps. We usually just eat whatever is in my fridge with rice." You apologised to Yunho as you stood next to him, seasoning the steak while he crumbled the feta.

"Not at all, it's fun. I look forward to see what dishes you come up with." Yunho laughed.

"You massage the kale like this to break it down. Makes it easier to chew and digest." Seonghwa explained to Yunho.

"Ooh, that's interesting. I never knew you could do that." Yunho said, amazed. Standing at the stove, you couldn't help but snicker at Yunho's pure amazement.

"Are you laughing at me?" Yunho turned around with a pout.

"Not at all." You shook your head innocently. You heated up the cast iron and cooked the steak. Yunho helped to cook the rice to have with the other dishes while Seonghwa and you took out all the side dishes from your fridge.

"Set a timer for 5 minutes." You said to your phone to set a timer, letting the bavette steak rest on the cutting board before you could cut into it.

"Help me stir the cabbage." Wooyoung requested. Seonghwa grabbed the cooking spoon to stir the cabbage as it wilted further.

"I'll slice the steak." You grabbed your knife to slice it. With Seonghwa and Wooyoung by the stove, Yunho stood by you, silently watching you slice the meat in a 'fancy, angled' way.

"Even this feels elaborate..." Yunho chuckled rubbing the back of his neck.

"Is it? We're just clearing the fridge. How do you clear your fridge then?" You laughed.

"Ramen?" He tilted his head. The two of you shared a laugh at your differences. When all the food was ready, the 4 of you grabbed a plate to scoop the food like cafeteria style before sitting in the living room together to eat. It was informal but not awkward with small conversations here and there.

"I'll bring the recycling down." You told Seonghwa and Wooyoung, who were drying the dishes Yunho just washed. Yunho grabbed his coat, ready to head down.

"Thank you for cooking." Yunho bid the two goodbye.

"See you tomorrow." They waved back. You and Yunho headed downstairs. Yunho followed you to put the recycling in the corner before you were to split ways.

"Thanks for having me." Yunho smiled softly.

"No need to thank. You can come over any time." You chuckled, a small smile on your face.

"Goodnight." He wished. You hummed to express the same sentiment. As you were about to turn back to head into the lift lobby, Yunho grabbed your wrist to stop you. You faced him in confusion.

"Yunho, what-"

"(y/n), I like you. And if you would give me a chance, I would like to take you out for dinner."

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jungle-angel · 2 months

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Master Of The Earth (Bob Floyd x Reader)

Summary: Out of all the Daggers, Bob has the biggest green thumb of all

Tagging: @floydsmuse @callmemana @attapullman @bradshawsbaby @withahappyrefrain

It was one of those spring days where you knew summer would be right around the corner, bright and sunny, the birds singing and the fresh early morning air making its way into the house. You had been sitting out on the front steps, enjoying your morning coffee and relieved that your lesson plans for your class's sixth grade year were finally done and that all you would have to worry about were the Greek Games and the spring fair at the school you taught at.

You heard the faint playing of music coming from somewhere around the corner, just having finished a phone call with Bob's grandfather and wondering if your mind was playing tricks on you.

You wandered around the back to the backyard where the garden was already beginning to bloom, noticing that the greenhouse door was cracked open just a little to let in the fresh air. A cheeky grin played with your lips when you heard the bluetooth speaker playing "Shambala" by Three Dog Night and your eyes laying upon Bob who was dancing shirtless as he shoveled some of the bagged soil into the clay pots on the long wooden table.

"BOB!!"

"Jeebus FUCK!!!" he blurted out, jumping a little.

"Have you been in here all morning?" you asked him.

"Since five in the AM," he chuckled, drawing you in for a tight hug.

Oooh he was warm, so warm and a little sticky from the greenhouse humidity, smelling of fresh dirt and wet leaves. You kissed the curve of his neck and the tops of his pecs before he gladly and eagerly returned the kisses you had been giving.

"Oh, I've gotta show you these," he said excitedly.

He gently guided you to the bench where a whole pile of seed packets were waiting to be opened. "Oh my God," you chuckled. "Did you raid the entire Home Depot garden section?"

Bob had opened his mouth to say something. "I......ya know......it's funny you should ask that....."

"Robert Joseph......"

"(Y/n) I swear half of it was my dad's idea, I'm not lying."

You laughed and rolled your eyes. Bob, his dad Joe Floyd and Joe's father, Lowell, were the only three people on the face of the earth who would have willingly raided a Home Depot garden section and not given a single fuck hereafter. "Alright Professor Floyd," you said. "Continue with the lecture."

"Ah ok," Bob said. "Now we have here an assortment of plants that will be first put into clay pots and then gradually into bigger ones until they are ready to root in the ground. Now if you would like to flip through the pile of seed packets, you may feel free to do so."

You laughed and gladly flipped through the pile of packets, amazed at what Bob had been able to get. Calendula, oregano, cayenne pepper, chamomile, poppies, lavender, rosemary, mint, marigolds, valerian and a whole host of other herbs and flora that you swore weren't even native to where you lived.

"Ooh, yarrow," you said.

"That was always Meemaw's favorite," Bob explained. "I've also got tulsi, catnip and mugwort too."

"What else did you plant?" you asked him.

"Maybe a peach tree," Bob said, blushing a little. "For my sweet, juicy little peach of course."

You giggled, the heat filling you from head to toe.

"I've also got a few bushes too," Bob continued. "Blackberry, elderberry, raspberry.......maybe a camellia bush. Black cohosh will help with mom's hot flashes and keep the pests away. Nasturtium will grow hardy but they need wood dowels to climb up. I'd like to see about some mullein and nettle but I'm not sure where we'd put it. Hawk said he would come by later and give me some white sage seeds that he extracted from his daughter's garden too."

You could have listen to him babble on for hours about the plants and the experiments he was trying. You made a mental note to introduce him to Mr. Jenkins, the high school science teacher who was teaching his ninth graders some of the principals and techniques involved in holistic farming, as the two of them would have a day long conversation.

You and Bob set to planting the seeds, scooping the dirt and putting it into the pots along with the seeds and properly burying them just enough so they could push through to the surface when the time came. You watered and fertilized as you saw fit, taking pictures of new sprouts or buds and adding them into Bob's journal full of his drawings, writings and observations. You both had lost track of the time until you realized it was already noon and time for lunch. But thankfully, the day wasn't over yet and you could do as much more planting as the day would allow.

#top gun maverick #robert bob floyd #bob floyd reader #robert bob floyd x reader #robert bob floyd x y/n #bob floyd x y/n #bob floyd x you

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peachsukii · 12 days

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Happy Sunday! ☀️

『 ♡ bookstore owner!bakugo x reader 』

Thinking about an late 40s Bakugo who owns a bookstore with his family in a small town. content ; no quirks, mentions of children (two daughters: 16 and 10), Bakugo & reader are married

A Sunday morning at the Bakugo family bookstore is a sacred tradition.

Katsuki joins your eldest daughter in the kitchen at 8am like clockwork. He’ll prep breakfast while she makes a pot of coffee for you, him and herself. By the time you wrangle your youngest out of bed and to the table, everything’s plated and ready to enjoy - pancakes, scrambled eggs with peppers, bacon and plenty of fresh fruits.

After breakfast, you’re all out the door by 9 and heading down the block to the store together. The shop is closed on Sundays, giving you ample time to get whatever is needed done without the distraction of customers.

“Not much ‘ta get through today, but the store could use a clean up,” Katsuki says over his shoulder as he’s unlocking the front door. “Peach an’ I will do shipment while you two do the clean up.”

Your youngest kicks the ground dramatically, her ashy blonde locks swirling around her as she does. “I cleaned last month! I wanna do the boxes.”

It’s like looking back in time at a small Katsuki demanding things goes his way, and it makes you giggle every time.

“Okay princess, go rip’em open awhile. Peach, you’re with Ma then on cleanin’.”

It doesn’t take long for things to get done, but it’s the atmosphere of the store to yourselves that makes it special. These four walls hold an enormous amount of memories for you and Katsuki, ones you wouldn’t trade for the world.

The two of you bought this shop together when you were freshly 28, scraping together all your savings to help Katsuki achieve his dream. The back office is where you found out you were pregnant with your first daughter. Her first steps were in the non-fiction aisle on a Thursday morning, running to her dad while he was organizing a shelf. She had her fifth birthday party in the kids area, showing off how cool her dad’s shop was to all her friends.

Your second daughter would skip down the aisles playing hide and seek with her sister when she was older, their laughter echoing throughout the shop in the summer months. Sometimes you’d catch them snuggled up in a corner, book in their laps and snoring peacefully against the shelving. Customers never minded their playfulness or noise while shopping, it gave the shop an endearing charm.

The bookstore was a safe haven, a place where you all could still make memories together as a family, even if it was just dusting off shelves and stacking new releases on a table. And even though these Sundays were sporadic, it was an unspoken tradition to spend time together, one that would be passed down through every Bakugo generation to come.

『 #reis softie sundays 』

#reis softie Sundays #bakugo x reader #bakugo fluff #katsuki bakugo #Bakugou x reader #Katsuki bakugou #bakugou fluff #bnha bakugou katsuki #bakugo imagine #bakugou drabble #bakugo headcanons #bakugo x y/n #bakugo x you #bakugou x y/n #bakugou x you

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kimberly-spirits13 · 4 years

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Family Disappointment (Request)

Paring: Tony Stark x reader (daughter)

Synopsis: You’re great in all of your classes, science, English, art, history, but math is just something you have to work even harder at, but should it really be that hard?

Warnings: Self Deprecation, Language Steve Rogers would not approve of

Notes: Y/T/N= Your Teacher’s Name Y/F/S= Your Favorite Snack

Word Count: 1244

It was the end of school and you had taken your math test out of your bag to look at it. Math used to be insanely simple for you and everyone thought it was genetics. I mean it was expected that you would excel in all of your classes what with your father’s legacy. It was all fun and games until they split up the math classes. You were better than most people, in the highest class in fact. There was a catch however, you had the lowest grades and pretty much worked your ass off every single night for this work.

The grade in question was a massive 50. You sighed keeping a few tears in that wanted to escape your eyes. It was something that you could correct for extra points, but at this point, what was the point? Some of the things that your teacher taught just didn’t make sense. You could totally go to your father, but what would he say? You felt like the family disappointment and there was no getting over that feeling every time you flipped open a math book. Your teacher suggested you move down a level but you declined for reasons that were unknown opting to make a deal to come after class during your lunch break every day for tutoring.

A massive black limo pulled up to the curb and you stuffed the paper into your bag and climbed inside. Happy was there smiling at you, a coffee in hand.

“How was your day Y/N/N?” He asked pulling off as you shut the door.

“Thank you so much Haps. It was fine. Yours?” You replied taking a massive swig of the drink.

“Good.”

You watched the people on the sidewalk waking down minding their own business and living in their own worlds. It was interesting to see how everyone lived and went about life with cares of their own. You rode into the building and got your bag out of the back, heading up to the penthouse level to drop your things off and change. After walking into the massive room, you called yours, you showered very quickly and got changed into jeans and a sweatshirt. It was around 3:30 when you felt like a snack was in order before you got to your homework. There wasn’t much to do, but math was inevitably on the agenda.

Your mother, Pepper was in the kitchen flipping through an older looking book.

“Hi mom.” You said grabbing a quick hug.

“Hello sweetie, how was school today?” She replied putting her book mark in a certain page.

“It was fine.” You answered.

“Did you get that math test back today?” You mom always kept up with this kind of thing and you wish she didn’t but alas, here we were.

“I did.” You got Y/F/S out and started eating some.

“I got an email from Y/T/N about it. I know what you got, listen if you’re struggling you can always...” You cut her off gently.

“Nope, I don’t want to go to the lower class. I’m fine, it was one bad test and I can fix it.” You put your hand up to stop her and then took a sip of water.

“I just don’t want you to be stressed about this. You know that your father wasn’t that great until he developed his own way of learning the math.” Pepper informed you.

“Really?” You asked leaning against the countertop.

“Yeah, he said that the teacher wasn’t doing their job so he fixed it.” Pepper rolled her eyes and smiled, “Look, I know that it is heavy maybe not being the best at a subject that you think you should excel in, but it’s totally fine.”

“Okay... is dad in the shop?” You asked putting your plate into the dishwasher.

“He is.” She replied as you nodded and then walked out, deep in thought.

You walked down a few halls after climbing out of the elevator and made your way to your father’s work space. You could tell that he was working after hearing him talking to Jarvis.

“Hey dad.” You said walking inside and keeping some distance incase anything blew up or started sparking.

“Hey kiddo.” He smiled and turned around wrapping you in a bear hug.

“Ca-n’t breathe dad.” You laughed as he let go of you, “Watcha workin’ on?”

“Some new gear updates.” He answered showing you the new system.

You listened closely taking notes of everything and commenting on certain parts of the suit updates. After that you walked out to start homework before supper.

You were sitting at the desk in your bedroom, study materials strewn everywhere in the most organized yet chaotic way that seemed possible. You were practically pulling out your hair over the math problems, watching videos, looking at notes, and reading through your textbook trying to get a right answer.

“I’m so fucking stupid.” You sighed, “Like why do I even try this is worthless, I have got to be such a disappointment to this family.”

Tears spilled from your eyes, “Damn it! This is impossible.”

“Hey kid.” You heard a knock at your now open door.

“Oh, hey dad.” You said drying your tears.

“What’s bothering you?” He started walking towards you and hid the top part of your paper where the grade was.

He rubbed your back and you sighed, “School is stupid.” “Tell me about it.” He rolled his eyes some, “What about school is upsetting, teachers, kids, math?”

Your eyes widened, “Mom told you?”

“Yep.” He looked at the paper, audibly groaning in disgust, “Y/T/N?”

“Mhmm.”

“I had them when I was in school, God how are they even alive still? Isn’t it past their day or something?” your dad remarked making you laugh for the first time in what felt like hours.

He pulled up a chair and sat down, “See the problem with this teacher is that they’re a teacher.”

“No kidding.” You remarked.

He smiled some, “You should do math this way instead of how they’re teaching.”

Your father showed you the methods he used during his schooling. You latched onto it immediately finally starting to grasp what you were learning. It was an hour later when you guys finished and you sat back.

“Y/N, I know that you feel like you should be doing better because of your last name, I don’t think you’re a disappointment at all.” Your father started.

You blushed some realizing that he heard everything you said about yourself.

“I felt the same way you did as a kid. Trust me, I know high school sucks especially with all of these standards and expectations. If you ever need help with anything, just come to me or your mother. We don’t look down on you for it.”

You hugged your dad and thanked him, armed with this new knowledge for Monday’s classes and finally stuffed your homework in your bag.

“Now how about we go and work on some side projects?” Tony asked standing up.

“Sounds fun.” You paused, “We’re not going to blow anything up right? I need to know if I should change into something flame proof.”

Your father laughed and ruffled your hair, “No, nothing is going up in flames tonight. Oh, the Avengers are coming over tomorrow, Auntie Nat will be here too.”

You felt excitement bubble into you again and bounded away to the lab ready to do whatever work was there.

Omg I loved this request so much. I relate a ton to trying to be the best and not being able to. My father used to take over and teach some of his own classes in high school when he came back to the states from overseas travel since his father worked at an oil rigging plant or smt. We have a bunch of engineers in the family so being good at math and sciences was always important to me but I kinda suck at math if I don’t work really hard at it. Anyways, I hope you guys have a wonderful week and I’ll be picking requests back up on the 13th as planned still.

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~ It Wasn’t His Fault, 10 ~

Part 9 here:

it wasn’t his fault 9

Summery: the day of Y/N officially becoming a dame has arrived, Bucky’s unbelievably proud of her and Tony makes an effort to be in the same room as Bucky. But, a few weeks after the ceremony, T’Challa brings some bad news.

*IF YOU ARE NEW TO MARVEL AND HAVEN’T SEEN INFINITY WAR, PLEASE DO NOT READ ON AS THERE’S SMALL SPOILERS.

Parings: husband!Bucky x wife!Stark!Reader. Tony Stark x Daughter!Reader

Characters: Y/N S. Barnes, Bucky Barnes, Shuri, T’Challa, Tony Stark, Happy Hogan and Pepper Pots. Okoeye & Ayo briefly.

Warnings: crying, self doubt from reader, Bucky in shock, possible Infinity War spoilers if you’re new to marvel, angst with some fluff.

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You stood staring at yourself in the mirror the day of your Dame Hood ceremony.

You smiled, you had saved up for this stunning outfit for a while now, and you finally had an excuse to buy it for yourself.

You smoothed it out and smiled at yourself again. Everything was perfect. Even though your best friends were still on the run, your father, Pepper and Happy were in Wakanda. Tony had been trying very hard to get to know and like Bucky better.

You knew it couldn’t be easy on him, so you were thankful that Tony was making such an effort. You heard a knock at the door.

“Come in,” you called gently, wiping your eyes.

“Hi …oh my god,” Pepper smiled, seeing your outfit.

You smiled at her.

“You look beautiful,” she breathed.

You beamed.

“How’s dad?” You asked softly as Pepper helped you finish getting ready.

“Hanging in. He’s actually talking to Sargent Barnes so that’s a good sign,” Pepper said gently.

You smiled softly.

“There. Now you’re absolutely perfect,” she smiled.

You hooked your arm with here and you both left your room. Tony’s eyes swelled up as soon as he saw you. So did Bucky’s. You could have sworn you saw a little tear escape Happy’s eyes.

“You three are acting like this is my wedding day all over again,” you giggled.

Bucky went over to you and kissed you lovingly on the cheek. Tony did tense slightly but smiled at how happy that little gesture made you.

“You look beautiful,” Bucky said gently.

“Thank you, you look very handsome, if you don’t mind me adding,” you said, smoothing out Bucky’s tux.

Bucky smiled at you.

“Right. Let’s get this show on the road, shall we?” Tony said, clapping his hands together.

You both turned around.

“I want a picture with everyone,” you said gently. “My family,” you added.

Tony smiled at you, and as you all got ready, Happy got ready to take the photo, you stopped him.

“Wait. You’re needed in this photo too, Happy. You’re family,” you said, going over to him.

“Dammit kid I said I wasn’t gonna cry,” Happy choked, you giggled.

You gently took your phone from him and set it up and set the timer on. You gently walked to stand between Bucky and Tony.

The photo was taken, and you treasured it.

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“Y/N Y/M/N S. Barnes, you have only been in Wakanda for three years but have already made a massive impact,” T’Challa said gently, you were kneeling on the steps.

Bucky, Tony, Pepper, Happy and Shuri and the rest of the Wakandans stood behind you.

“But your little time here, you’ve shown nothing but good will. You gave food and warmth to people who needed it, you helped teach the Wakandan children. You have given money towards lab experiments and have helped us in many ways that we can never repay,” T’Challa said gently.

“That sounds like my girl alright,” Tony whispered to Bucky.

“She’ll do you proud, sir,” Bucky whispered tearfully, tears of pride.

Tony smiled softly at him. Pepper noticed the interaction and also smiled. When Tony put his focus back on you, Pepper took his hand tightly in her own.

“I now knight you, Y/N Y/M/N S. Barnes, Dame Y/N S. Barnes,” T’Challa said gently, lowering the sword on each of your shoulders.

You beamed as you stood up. Your family cheered as you turned around, now an official Dame. You couldn’t believe it.

“Bucky, what’re you doing?” You giggled at the meal.

You and the Wakandans and your family were around a big round table, you were again seated between your husband and father. You had noticed Bucky was on his phone.

“Changing your name in my contacts to My Dame,” Bucky said, suddenly turning very red.

Your heart melted.

“What was I before?” You asked.

“…my world,” Bucky said turning even redder.

“Oh Bucky,” you smiled, kissing his cheek. “You’re so cute, D’you know that?” You added, gently tucking his brunette hair behind his ear.

Bucky blushed hard. You liked making him blush, you thought it was cute. You giggled.

——

It was time for you and Shuri to give Bucky his new arm three months after your Dame Hood. T’Challa entered the lab.

“Ladies,” T’Challa said gently.

You both looked at him, he looked anxious. That concerned you. T’Challa never gets anxious.

“Your majesty,” you bowed.

“What’s the matter, brother?” Shuri asked slowly.

“I’ve just had word from Captain Rogers,” T’Challa said sorrowfully.

“Is Natasha…? Or Sam…? Or -“ you asked panicked.

“They are perfectly safe,” T’Challa said gently, “I fear we might not be so lucky,” he added gently.

“…what are you talking about?” Shuri asked, she was getting just as anxious as you.

“There is a war coming,” T’Challa said gently but a grave expression was on his face.

You sighed heavily, so did Shuri.

You, T’Challa, Shuri, Ayo & Okoeye made your way to Bucky’s hut, you knew that’s where he was when you weren’t home.

You giggled to yourself as you saw a group of kids run out of the hut, they took a huge shine to Bucky, and he was incredible with them. Whenever you saw him interact with the children, it made you want some of your own.

“Maybe one day,” you thought, smiling softly as Bucky came out of the hut.

Bucky’s face relaxed when he saw you, and you smiled at Shuri as she went to talk to him. You held the box that contained Bucky’s new arm anxiously. T’Challa gave you a curt nod to let you know it’s alright. You thanked him with your head.

Bucky followed Shuri towards you.

“Sargent,” T’Challa said gently.

“Your majesty,” Bucky bowed gently, he smiled softly at you. You make the worst days turn into the best.

You gave him a soft smile that let him know things were okay. T’Challa nodded at you to let you know to put the box down. You gently did. You looked at T’Challa, he nodded at you to let you know you could stand next to Bucky.

You bowed at the king then went to be by your husband’s side. Bucky took a shakey breath and latched his hand around yours. You felt him give you an anxious squeeze, you wanted to cry. You squeezed his hand back gently three times. He eased down slightly.

T’Challa gently opened the box, you looked at Bucky. You couldn’t tell what he was feeling and it hurt.

“When’s the war?” He asked slowly.

You gulped. He’s a soldier, of course he knew there’d be a war coming.

“On it’s way,” T’Challa said gently.

——

Bucky had a little bit of a shock finding out there’s a war on its way and for once, he wanted to be alone. You stood with the Wakandans. Your eyes shining with tears ready to fall.

“He’ll be okay,” Shuri said gently, as she noticed you sat by Bucky’s new left arm.

She felt sad as she saw you intertwine your fingers with his left hand that hadn’t moved from the box.

“It’s not like him to want to be alone,” you sobbed, clutching his hand tightly.

“He’s in shock,” Shuri said gently, wrapping her arm around your shoulders.

You rested your head on her shoulder and cuddled into her. She rubbed your arm as she felt tears on her shoulder. Shuri instantly wrapped her other arm around you as your sobs got a little louder.

“I feel like such a crap wife. I don’t even know what my husband’s going through,” you sobbed, clutching Bucky’s left hand.

“He’s a hard person to read,” Shuri said soothingly.

“But I should be able to read him!” You sobbed, trying to stay quiet.

One thing you did know was if Bucky heard you cry, he’d go on a rampage. You couldn’t have that.

Soon, you heard shuffling from inside the hut. You ripped yourself from Shuri, wiping your eyes and letting go of Bucky’s hand. You mouthed “thank you” to Shuri as she stood up as soon as the door opened.

Bucky emerged and it looked like he had been crying. You knew to hang back.

“Are you ready to have two arms?” Shuri asked gently.

“I am,” Bucky said gently.

Bucky followed you and Shuri to the lab, T’Challa, Okeoye and Ayo left a while Bucky was in the hut. You anxiously looked at Bucky. You could tell he was scared. Scared of the war and scared of the new arm.

You sighed heavily as you entered the lab last….

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Burn XII (Stark!Reader)

XII: You Will Be Found

Fandom: Marvel (MCU)

Type: series

Prompt/Summary: Everything can’t be done alone.

Pairing(s): Peter Parker x Stark!reader, Tony Stark x daughter!reader

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Hi Everyone,

Sorry that it’s been so long since I updated this but I hope you still care :)

-Duckie

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“Five minutes until drop, engaging stealth mode. Doesn’t look too busy on the ground,” Rhodey announced and they all acknowledged him with short responses as they all readied themselves the plan was for Rhodey to do a flyover and let Peter, Tony, Steve, and Nat parachute onto the suspiciously vacant roof for infiltration.

The base was big but they had a good idea of where they were holding you thanks to Agent Morse. Before they could attempt to land on the building’s west side, however, Natasha announced an increase in personnel over there so they would have to enter from the east and make their way to you.

“Opening the doors,” Rhodey said as a gust of wind made its way into the jet.

Tony looked over to Peter, he had been nothing but distressed since you had gone missing. Today was the first time there was a glint of hope in the young man’s eyes. As they stood at the edge of the opening Tony placed a hand on his shoulder.

“She’s coming home,” and that was all Peter needed to hear.

“Drop in 5, 4, 3, 2,” Rhodey commanded and when he got to one they all leaped in sync, eager to reach you.

Once they landed onto the roof it seemed almost too easy to get inside but it all made since when they were ambushed by a battalion of about twenty guards. Strangely enough, they seemed confused at the team’s arrival and hesitated at first. Stuck in the canteen-like area the Avengers had no choice but to fight.

Before things got too heated, however, the door on the other side opened at the Avengers, and soldiers diverted their attention for only a second but the room seemed to freeze.

You had stepped in.

The first thing they all took in was the blood, far too much on your body for any of their likings. You were too thin and your exposed skin was bruised. Your beautiful curls were matting. But the relief on your face when you saw your family and boyfriend right in front of you for the first time in what felt like years.

It was almost enough to bring you to tears.

That had to wait though because them being here meant you could finally leave. You could be free.

Peter was the first to snap out of it, racing towards you as the others held the HYDRA soldiers back.

“Y/N!” He yelled and was so quick to gather you in his arms that it took everything in you not to just fall forward.

“Peter, Peter, Peter,” you spoke as you wrapped your arms around him. For some reason, you could only manage to say his name.

After a few more seconds of relishing in his touch, he pulled away.

“Let’s get you out of here,” His words were soft and private just for you but instead of turning around he stopped in his tracks and used his body to cover yours.

You heard the single shot amidst the chaos and Peter’s body jerked slightly at the bullet’s impact. Though his suit had cushioned most go the blow the close range broke the skin. The sight of him bleeding at the hands of HYDRA monsters ignited something new in you. Something dangerous.

You walked around him, your skin sparking in anger. It was the first time you had felt the fire beneath your skin since you had been in this hell hole. Before you knew it your body was encased in red flames and you were suddenly grateful for the fireproof undergarments.

In an instant, all of their weapons were trained on you and as one of them took a shot you screamed your frustrations as hot tears fell and immediately evaporated. Suddenly your flames became a stunning purple, white dancing just at its edges. You held out your arms towards the soldiers and they were quickly encased in flames. The battle had come to an end in seconds.

Once you had drawn back all of the flames back into yourself your body was even weaker than it had begun before. You lost your footing as your vision danced with black dots. Peter caught you, lifting you into his arms bridal style. Before you could black out however you told him one last thing.

“Harley…is…here, help,” you spoke before losing consciousness.

Peter looked down at you and noted that you had definitely blacked out. He began to walk over to the others and begrudgingly gave you to your father after he gave the younger man a scolding look at his injured shoulder.

“What the hell was that?” Natasha asked.

“No idea but we’ve gotta get moving,” Cap hit his earpiece and spoke swiftly into it. “We’ve got her Rhodes, meet at the extraction point in 5.”

“Wait,” Peter said before they could leave, “Y/N said that Harley is here and he needs help.”

“Harley? Harley Keener is here, are you sure?” Tony asked.

“No, but that’s what Y/N said before she passed out.”

Tony sighed heavily, “Shit, alright. Peter you and Nat take Y/N back to the jet. Cap and I will find him.”

Peter nodded, knowing there was no room for argument as Tony updated Rhodey on the situation. They were quick to fo their separate ways, Peter and Nat getting back without complication while Tony and Cap were bombarded by several more armed guards.

Soon, however, they found him chained to a wall and unconscious in what could only be described as a rundown jail cell. Steve was quick to hoist him up after Tony cut his chains.

In the condition he was in Tony was more than surprised to find a pulse. They made quick work of exiting and getting back to the jet. Now all that was left to do was go home.

Finally.

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A Rip in the Multiverse (3)

A/N: This takes place late in this series of one-shots. AFTER the wedding which I have yet to write. Direct Sequel to A Rip in the Multiverse (2)

Okay. So this is in my Stark!ReaderVerse! Feedback, as awlays, extremely appreciated and desired.

Pairings/Characters: Shang-Chi x Stark!Reader, Tony Stark x Daughter!Reader

Warnings: swearsies

Summary: It’s time to Introduce the new Tony Stark to Pepper and Morgan

WC: 4,902

This was the most awkward, uncomfortable situation you had ever been in. Clint was trying to get to know his wife, who wasn’t even his wife anymore, she was a totally different Natasha who didn’t even know you. You were trying to make sense of your father, who suffered similarly to you in losing those that he loved. In his Universe, he had no Pepper or Morgan or you to go home to. Here, the three of you were missing him. It seemed perfect to make him slip right in as though nothing had ever happened.

However, deep down, you knew this wasn’t your dad. He surely didn’t have all the same memories you had growing up. There was no way things were a perfect parallel, lives lived the same alongside each other, the only reverse being your fates. Nothing could be that easy, that simple to slide into, to fill the void each of you had.

But that morning, as you were waiting for Pepper to come by and you spoke to him in the kitchen, you were thinking that maybe, just maybe, you were allowed to have some good luck on your side.

“My daughter, you, I guess, in my universe, she used to make the most incredible brownies,” Tony explained with a grin as he stared off out the window and thought back on a particular day. “And one day I came back from a mission with everyone. You were — she was asleep, but those brownies were there. I took ‘em before anyone could say otherwise, ran off, and wrapped them all in plastic wrap and hid pieces around the tower so I had snacks all week and no one else got any.”

Your eyes watered as you remembered this being the exact story you had shared with Shangqi around Thanksgiving, the night that he proposed. Your head went down as you laughed and shook your head before looking up again, “I — I did that here.”

“You did?”

“I did,” you nodded. “You were like a crackhead for brownies. Did I ever — “

“Top them with chocolate blueberries? Oh, yeah, definitely,” Tony finished your sentence all too eagerly. “You didn’t think it would taste good, but I loved it.”

“Holy shit,” you mumbled to yourself and chugged your coffee. You thought the burn would help snap some sense into you to not get your hopes up, and yet —

“Did Cap ever take you away?” Tony asked, “When you two were together, did Cap ever take you to Connecticut?”

“He did…”

“Huh,” Tony mused and crossed his arms over his chest. “Well, spawn, I think we may have come across a very rare anomaly.”

“And that is?”

“Our life experiences seem to have been identical to one another, and yet our ends were the inverse,” Tony tilted his head to the side and studied you, “Huh.”

“What? What huh?”

“Well, we had the same experience with each other. Our lives are essentially a mirror of one another, but your husband wasn’t the same in my world. I’m just wondering, if you had survived, would you have gone dark side? Turned him good? I wonder if there’s something called ‘destiny’ out there, and you two were meant to be together.”

“Oh, god, please don’t,” you held your hand up with a laugh. “I can barely deal with the fact that you’re here and …well, everything, I can’t deal with another Shangqi right now — much less an evil one.”

Tony nodded in understanding as he reached over to the middle of the counter, grabbed the coffee pot, and poured more coffee for the two of you, even adding your favorite add-ins to the cup just the way you liked it, which made you want to burst into tears then and there.

“If it means anything, this Shangqi seems like a good man. Not at all like his shitty ass father,” he told you as he slid your cup over to you.

And with perfect timing. Shangqi entered the kitchen, dressed for the day, yawning and yearning for a cup of coffee. He smiled at you and quickly rushed over to greet you with a kiss, “Mornin’ babe.” He reached for the coffee pot and looked to your dad, “Good Morning, Mr. Stark.”

Tony raised his mug to him, “Morning there, Dragon Tales.”

You snorted, coffee shooting out of your nose, “Dude!”

“What? He fought dragons! Come on, you used to love that show as a kid. It’s a good reference, and I know you understood that better than my ‘Point Break’ one on Thor.”

“I wasn’t going to say it was bad or anything, I loved it. I wanted a high five,” you said, sticking your hand out to your dad who happily slapped it.

Shanqi’s smile fell.It was at this moment that it dawned on him that there were two of you. There was you, and the original, plus Morgan? Fuck, he was going to die.

“Good one, Mr. Stark. I’ll just uh, I’ll go ahead and wait by the front for Pepper and Morgan so I can take Morgan to play while you three talk. Later, honey,” Shangqi leaned down to kiss the back of your head and left with his coffee.

You shook your head at your dad, “He’s going to stop calling you Mr. Stark.”

“But it’s nice having Xu Shangqi afraid of me for once. It amuses me,” Tony smirked and finished his coffee. “Pep, um, Pepper’s coming, does she know?”

“I think she suspects,” you nodded. “We’re going to take this over to the conference room. It’s got blackout windows and a silence function.”

“What, you put padding all around?”

“Nah, installed a panel in the office. Emits two different frequencies undetectable by the human ear, but also cancel each other out. It’s basically like a cone of silence.”

Tony stared at you in awe, “Wow, kid. I’m impressed. You’re amazing.”

You missed that praise from your father. It gave you flashbacks to when you were a kid and the two of you would be working on an invention together. You’d get something right, and Tony would tell you how great of a job you did before going to get ice cream together or some sort of treat to celebrate your good work.

“Thanks, da — uh, Tony — I don’t know what to call you.”

Tony’s jaw clenched slightly as he nodded. He straightened his posture and sniffled quickly as he nodded once more to himself for reassurance, “Yeah, no, no. It’s fine. We’ll figure something out.”

Meanwhile, in the hallway, Steve had heard the exchange since he was on his way to get in an early morning run. He glanced at Shangqi and nodded to him, “Can’t handle Stark’s nicknames?”

Shangqi rolled his eyes, “I can handle them just fine, Steve. Don’t you have some Metamucil to go drink or something?”

Steve chuckled, “Funny. Let’s see how long that relationship lasts now that Tony’s here to stay. And let��s not forget the fact that, well, Y/N and I were married in his universe as well — “

“Yeah, and she’s dead, so I guess she goes to extremes to get rid of you,” Shangqi snapped. “We’re married, Steve. Fuck off.”

Steve said nothing. He watched Shangqi walk off to the front where Pepper and Morgan had just entered. Shangqi left his coffee mug on a random table, which was sure to annoy his wife later on, and threw open his arms as he went on bended knee.

“Morgan the Destroyer!” He shouted.

“Uncle Shangqi!” She screeched and dove into his outstretched arms. She hugged him tightly around the neck as he scooped her up and stood at his full height with her. “Hello!”

“Hey, Morgan. Ready to play today?” He asked before greeting Pepper with a smile and gesturing over his shoulder with his chin.

“I’ll be back, sweetheart,” Pepper told Morgan with a kiss to her head before walking off.

“Yes, but where is Y/N?”

“She has to take care of some boring old business stuff,” Shangqi said as he carried her off to a completely different section of the compound. “So you’re stuck with me, kid!”

“You’re lying,” Morgan said as she studied his face.

He sputtered, “What? What? No! I’m not lying. Why do you think I’m lying?”

Morgan shrugged, “I know all.”

“You….are a scary little kid.”

Morgan beamed at that, “I know.” It was at this point Morgan took out a stick she hid up the sleeve of her jacket and pointed it at him, “Speak or be destroyed!”

“Holy shit.”

~*~

In the conference room, you were pacing back and forth nervously while chewing on a breakfast bar. Tony watched you in amusement and stared carefully at the ground like he was waiting for something to happen. He made a mental note that he was impressed you hadn’t brought the entire place down yet.

When the door opened, Pepper walked in, shut it behind her, and exhaled as she looked directly at you before spotting Tony.

“I knew it,” she shut her eyes tightly and leaned against the wall, “I’m going insane.”

“No, no, you’re not insane. That’s…him. Sort of.”

“What do you mean sort of?”

You paused and tried to figure out how to word this, “Well, so, he, uh — “

“I’m your Tony from a parallel dimension — somewhat,” Tony explained as he cautiously approached her. “Back where I’m from, everything was the same up until Thanos came. That’s sort of where our lives diverge.”

Pepper frowned, “What do you mean?”

“Tony didn’t snap in his world. In fact, it never even got that far,” you explained. “I’m the one that died.”

Pepper’s hands went up to her mouth, “Oh my god.”

“So did you, while pregnant,” Tony explained, and you could see how his eyes started to turn glassy. “You weren’t far along enough, though. It was very early, but the stress of the situation, Y/N, me. I came back and my whole life was gone in an instant.”

Pepper sniffled as she listened to this, “Oh, Tony, I’m so sorry — “

“Seeing the two of you again is, well, it’s almost comical,” he laughed dryly. “Like a big punch in the face by the universe.”

“I’m just so surprised you’re here,” Pepper said quietly. “Is Doctor Strange — “

“He can’t, he doesn’t have the magic for that,” you told her quietly. “He’s here to stay, Natasha too.”

“Natasha?” Her voice cracked and she took a deep breath to steady herself. “Is she — “

“A little different, yeah,” you told her very briefly what was going on with Natasha. “But that’s — I — well —“

“You lost your Tony,” Tony said as he approached Pepper and reached out for her hands, “I lost my Pepper, my Y/N, our child that I was thinking we could name after your weird uncle Morgan. All gone. And I’m standing here looking at the two of you thinking, well shit, maybe I can have the life I wanted.”

Pepper shuddered, “Tony — “

“I know, I know. It’s weird. I’m not your Tony, but damn it, Pepper Potts, I think I’ll love you no matter what universe it is. You and me Pep, always.”

She laughed nervously as she pulled away from Tony and wiped her eyes, “Tony, there’s something you need to know — “

“And you,” Tony turned around and fixated on you, “I said it before but I’ll say it again. You are my greatest creation, Y/N. And I know this is weird for us, this whole thing, but maybe I can be there for you. You don’t have to call me dad. I won’t resent you for it. Your future kids don’t have to call me Grandpa or anything like that, but — “

“Tony,” Pepper snapped. “We had a daughter.”

“Oh, I know.” Tony nodded simply.

She scoffed, “What?”

“Yeah, you and this dead guy had your own Morgan. I was trying to let you have the big reveal, but I know she’s here. I’m kind of not acknowledging it because once I see her I may lose my shit, and as funny as that would be, it would probably terrify the kid.”

Pepper stared at him incredulously, “Wow. I hate you so much you big idiot.”

Tony shrugged his shoulders, “You know, hate is a strong word. I — “

Tony was silenced by Pepper hugging her dumb genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist idiot. She was trying to hold it together, but she couldn’t stop crying as she held Tony in her arms. Tony also tried to keep it together, but he couldn’t. All the bravado he held, all the jokes he was making and trying to play off his feelings, it all came down as he held Pepper tightly and hid his face in her hair as he held her.

Suddenly, you could feel a pitter patter of footsteps outside the room. You narrowed your eyes immediately, realizing that Morgan had gotten the best of Shangqi, her favorite uncle who could so easily falter under her gaze and do whatever she asked of him. You stepped out of the room, shut the door behind you quietly, and watched as Morgan was jumping up and down trying to peek into each room.

You crossed your arms over your chest as you stared at her. Shangqi came racing down the hall and skidded to a stop when he saw you watching Morgan. You slowly turned and raised an eyebrow at him. He gave you a sheepish grin as he cleared his throat.

“She tricked me into hide and seek.”

“You are such a sap,” you shook your head.

“Sorry, babe.”

“It’s fine, no worries.”

“Where are they?”

“Giving them time,” you explained, seeing Morgan turn around and realize she had been caught. “I still don’t know what to tell her.”

“Well, think fast,” He muttered seeing Morgan speed towards you.

Morgan was running at full speed with her shoelaces untied. You snorted to yourself wondering if she was going to trip and make you have the hardest laugh you’d have in a long time. Perfectly so, she did trip. She stepped on her laces and went flying forward. As much as you were ready to laugh, your protective instinct took over and your hand shot forward. With your powers, you gently pushed her back, easing her forward-facing fall into a gentle landing on her tush.

Morgan sat there flabbergasted as she stared at you. You wondered why she looked that way at you until Shangqi broke the news to you.

“Honey,” he began. “I don’t think you’ve ever used your powers in front of her.”

You blinked, “Oh, shit.”

“That was fucking awesome!” She screamed at the top of her lungs.

“Oh, shit,” you mumbled again to yourself.

Shangqi grinned, “Well, now you have something else to talk to her about and distract her with. Am I off the hook?”

“I suppose I’ll allow it,” you reasoned. “Would you mind checking in on them?”

“You got it,” he kissed your cheek and ran off as Morgan ran up to you and stared at you with her little fists balled up on her hip.

“You can do things,” she said as she studied you intensely. “Why I didn’t know?”

“Well, Morgan, it never came up?” You asked, raising an eyebrow. “Want a popsicle?”

“Fine, and the story,” she said as you took her hand and walked with her to the kitchen.

With snacks in place, you two sat at the counter in the kitchen and tried to figure out where to begin. Really, how were you to explain to as child that you had powers? She understood Tony’s situation fairly well, but there was something different to explaining that your sister had powers.

“So, no one ever told you I could do things?”

“No. Daddy said you’d get upset and break things like a baby Hulk.”

You sighed, “Yeah, that’s pretty accurate for him.”

Morgan nodded and took a long sip of her juice before putting the glass down, sliding it towards you, and saying ‘hit me’. Snickering, you poured more juice for her and watched her sip more,

“How come I can’t do that?” Morgan asked quietly. “I’m not strong enough?”

Your eyes widened, “No, no, that’s not why! Morganite, you are the strongest, creepiest little kid I’ve ever met.”

“Do you mean that?”

“Yes, you little demon child,” you teased as you poked her nose softly. “You remember that we have different moms, right?”

Morgan nodded, “Yeah.”

“Well, where I’m from, my mom was a powerful witch,” You said, watching Morgan gasp out loud and stare at you in awe. “She was very, very connected to nature and spirits and gods. I never really found out why I got these powers, but we suspected it had to do with her who she drew her power from.”

“Who was that?” Morgan asked.

“Atabey,” you told her. “Although it’s kind of weird because she was also called Guabancex. I think? Or that’s just another manifestation of — sorry. I get fuzzy. It’s been so long since my mom last explained it to me. But she was associated with nature and natural disasters and, well, Morgan…I’ve got seismic powers.”

“Like earthquakes?”

You laughed, “Yeah, sort of! Everything in the world vibrates at a certain level, and I can control those vibrations.”

“Whoa,” Morgan trailed off. “That’s amazing.”

“It is,” Steve remarked as he walked into the kitchen after his latest workout to grab a bottle of water. “Your sister is kind of amazing.”

You rolled your eyes, “Don’t butter me up, Rogers.”

“Yeah, fuck off, Rogers!” Morgan echoed.

You snorted while Steve snickered to himself and shook his head.

“Just saying, ladies. I don’t know anyone else that could put a hole through an alien without ever actually touching it. Your sister is amazing,” Steve said before leaving.

You rolled your eyes, and Morgan quickly imitated you the best she could, causing you to laugh and reach out to ruffle her hair.

“So you’re magic?”

“I don’t think it’s magic,” you shrugged. “We never quite figured out what it was, but I’m not like anyone else here, so….I don’t know. We never figured it out.” You cleared your throat. “So, yeah, that’s me!”

“You’re so cool, Y/N,” Morgan gushed. “Is Shangqi like you?”

“Shangqi’s a little different,” you smiled softly. “Maybe he’ll tell you later.”

“But you can kick his butt, right?”

You laughed, “All day, every day.”

Morgan nodded and deemed this to be the appropriate answer, “Is that why you wore those arm things when you first came to visit?”

You nodded, “What did you think it was?”

“Osteoarthritis,” she said quickly.

“Not sure how or why you learned what that is, but, I mean, that's a fair guess.” You scratched the top of your hair and stared at her, “What else they didn’t tell you?”

Morgan chewed on her lip and bobbed her head from side to side as she thought about it, “Why Steve isn’t Uncle Steve.”

“Mm, yeah I’m not touching that one until you’re older.”

“Okay. Why is he Uncle Shangqi isn’t he my brother-in-law?”

You narrowed your eyes as you stared at her, “Because I didn’t— I — my brain farted, okay!?” You shouted playfully at her listening to her laugh. “Stop knowing things, aren’t you two!?”

“I’m this many,” She held up her fingers and you scoffed.

“Well if you’re saying ‘this many’ and using fingers, you’re too little to know so much,” you said as you scooped her up from her chair and started walking away with her.

“I’m a genius, though.”

“Okay. Fair. I can’t handle that, though. Go back to being tiny and cute,” you demanded of her as you two walked down the hall.

You noticed Shangqi who looked traumatized. You frowned and walked over to him and grabbed his arm, “Hey, what happened?”

“I saw things I shouldn’t have seen…”he trailed off. “Very…very intimate, things.”

You frowned before realizing what he meant. Your eye twitched and you muttered ‘not again’ as you grabbed his hand and led him away as well. You said that the three of you could watch a movie together and try to forget all your troubles.

You sat in the middle of Morgan and Shangqi. Shangqi’s head was on your lap and you were running your fingers through his hair while you simultaneously stroked Morgan’s.

Nearing the end of the movie, Pepper appeared by the hallway, her head sticking out from the corner. She waved you over and you quickly excused yourself and ran over to her. You two silently went back to the conference room and locked it.

You gagged, “It smells like sex. It smells like parental sex, oh my god — “

“Like I haven’t been in a room after you’ve fucked in it,” Tony scoffed. “I remember in my garage you dragged Rogers to my red corvette and — “

“Stop! I don’t need that rehashed!” You shouted, flinging your hands over your ears to cover them and silence him.

Pepper sighed and took your hands down and gestured for you to sit. She cleared her throat and looked to Tony who zipped his mouth shut and sat there like a quiet, good little boy while Pepper spoke.

“We… are trying to figure out how to do this the best for Morgan,” Pepper began and was promptly interrupted.

“I say we rip the band-aid off,” Tony offered.

“And when you die again?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest. “What do we tell her when you die again? What do any of us do when you die again?”

Tony stared at you, “Well, by that point, I’ll have achieved immortality, so — “

“That’s not funny. I mean it. She’s a kid. She’s going to have some serious emotional developmental issues from this, right? I mean — “

“She’s a Stark, so, yes,” Pepper added quietly.

“I resent that. I turned out just fine, and so did my spawn here,” Tony gestured to you.

You stared at him quietly and you groaned, “Yeah, that kid is fucked regardless. And, also, you two fucked. Are you together? Is this a thing?”

“We’re taking it slow,” she said.

“You FUCKED!”

“That’s slow for a Stark,” Tony offered. “Well, for me, anyways. Not you. You’re old fashioned. To be fair, your type is usually old men, so — “

“I need people in my life to stop saying out loud that I fuck old men!” You threw your arms up in the air.

Pepper missed this. She stood there quietly, watching as you and your father started screaming at each other about Steve, his age, and how your relationship with him was just too good to pass up when it came to making jokes. You two could be so unbearable, and loud, and ridiculous beyond reason, but she adored you two.

“I mean, he’s back to being young, right? What is it at this time around, 200 or 300?” Tony asked.

“I don’t know, dad! He’s fucking old and I don’t fuck him!” You shouted then paused. “I called you dad. That slipped. I’m confused — “

“And Morgan will be too,” Pepper jumped in. “He’s not going to move back into the house immediately. I think he should stay here at the compound for a while so she has time to adjust to him. I also have to talk to Happy, Rhodey…”

You nodded slowly, “Okay. Um. So does this mean that Iron Man — “

“I’m retiring,” Tony said quickly. “I’m choosing to be a stay-at-home dad, and I plan on wearing lots of tracksuits, aprons, and food all day long.”

You snorted, “Is that so?”

“I’ve got a second chance, I’m not messing it up,” he told you. “Besides, it looks like you’ve more than filled my footsteps. A second compound, hm? West Coast Avengers? Pepper says you’ve been thinking of starting an organization to protect enhanced youths from abuse.”

“Oh, she told you, um, I’m — I’m just toying with the idea — “

“It’s a good one. Do it,” Tony smiled softly at you. “I never got to see you really shine, and I’m more than happy to step back and watch you.”

“Oh, wow,” you laughed nervously as the room briefly, but violently shook from your powers. “Okay. Didn’t expect that. Overwhelming feelings. Can’t run away, promised not to do that anymore — “

“Why don’t I go get Morgan?” Pepper said with a nod, wanting to give you two a moment.

But right as she opened the door, Morgan slammed into her legs as she had been charging down the hall to try to get in. You could all hear Shangqi behind her shouting for her to stop. When Morgan looked up from Pepper’s legs as she got up from the ground, she spotted Tony immediately and her eyes widened.

“Holy shit,” Morgan shouted.

Tony’s eyes widened as he studied her, “Holy shit.”

“Ah, shit,” Shangqi muttered.

“Fuck,” You sighed.

“Everyone stop swearing so much in front of my child!” Pepper shrieked.

Morgan frowned. She immediately went to stand behind Pepper’s legs and hide. She glanced up nervously at Shangqi, muttering something that no one could hear.

“What did she say?” Tony asked quietly.

“She doesn’t want to see the ghost,” Shangqi replied.

“Morganite,” you called to her. She cautiously turned her head, and you could only see one eye peaking out from behind Pepper’s leg. “Remember when I said my mom was magic?”

“Yeah.”

“Well,” you cleared your throat, “something magical happened. Actually, a big, dumb, stupid sorcerer fucked up a spell and — “

“Y/N,” Pepper said in a warning tone.

“Right. So something magical happened. That is Tony Stark, but he’s from another world and — “

“Hey, don’t bastardize things for the kid,” Tony said. “Strange opened the multiverse and I came through.”

You huffed, “Fine. He’s from the multiverse. This guy is from a parallel-ish world. Everything in life was exactly the same up until the moment we fought that big giant monster. This is the same man that raised you, technically, but in his world, I’m the one that died,” you explained, not wanting to tell her that she was never born and that her mother died. “So, in a way, we’re both — “

“The inverse?” Morgan asked. “So… that world’s Morgan doesn’t have you?”

“Right,” you nodded, jaw clenching as you lied through your teeth.

“That’s sad,” Morgan said quietly, slowly looking around Pepper to stare at Tony.

Tony was silently losing it. He was keeping everything inside as he studied the little girl that he missed out on having in his life. The child that was never born, hiding behind the wife that he lost, being calmed by his first-born who died to save the universe. He was losing it and struggling to remain calm. He wanted nothing more than to just scoop up this little girl and smother her in hugs.

“Nice to meet you, Morguna,” Tony said with a small wave.

Morgan hid her head again, and you could hear her sniffling behind Pepper. Your heart broke. Pepper offered a soft smile to Tony and turned around to pick her up.

“I’ll take her outside to talk to her,” Pepper said as she left the room with her.

You looked to your dad who cleared his throat, stood up, and excused himself to the restroom. You were left alone with Shangqi who slipped into the chair next to you and grabbed your hand.

“How are we doing?” He asked.

“This is a lot,” you sighed. “I need a vacation from my brain.”

“Then let’s do that,” he offered. “We’ll go on vacation somewhere. Go to London, Spain, wherever.”

“I’d like that,” you leaned on him and rested your head on his shoulder. “Did you see Morgan’s face? I wanted to make my own brain explode so I could never see her that sad again.”

“Yeah, I saw her. Broke my heart,” Shangqi sighed and put his feet up on the desk as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders. “It’s okay. She’s a smart kid. She’ll understand, eventually. But it’s good, she gets a second chance with her dad. That, well, that never happens for anyone, a parent coming back like that.”

And that moment you realized no one came through that Shangqi knew. His mother wasn’t there, nor was his father. You frowned as you reached up to stroke his cheek and grab his attention towards you, “I’m sorry, Shangqi.”

He smiled softly, “It’s okay. I dealt with their death. I’m honestly kind of relieved I don’t have to go through what you guys are going through, even if I am a little jealous.”

“Well,” You sighed and thought about it. “You now get to experience what it’s like to be the son-in-law of Tony Stark.”

“Should I be scared?”

“It’s…an experience,” you mumbled. “But, you know, you’ll live!”

“Oh, great. Fun. Can’t wait.”

Tony exited the restroom at the perfect moment. He glanced at Shangqi, eyes red from the obvious crying he was hiding, but, also, you could see the little fire in his eyes as you knew he was preparing to say something horrible.

“Don’t be such a pussy, Shangqi. You’ll love me.”

You snorted while Shangqi slowly shook his head, “Yeah. I see where you get it from.”

#shang-chi x reader #shang-chi x stark!reader #tony stark x daughter!reader #tony stark x stark!reader #shang chi x reader #shang chi x stark reader #shang chi imagines #stark!verse #stark!readerverse #a rip in the multiverse

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blackbat05 · 2 years

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Wrong Foot

Shangqi x Reader (Frank Castle’s daughter)

A/N: I give the honor to my squad for contributing to the wonderful ideas that has blossomed into this fic😂 I hope you enjoy the wacky humor?🤪 My brain has been fermented lol.

Genre: What the heck should I even classify it as?

Warnings/Notes: Mention of daddy in ‘another’ way but it’s mostly a wacky (and a little crack) in it. Probably will raise this fic to 16 above just in case! Please read at your own discretion!

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‘Is there anything I should know? Before your dad comes?’

You tried not to laugh at your boyfriend who was flustered on a Saturday evening. He was trying and you had to give that to him.

‘Baby, relax.’ You moved around the kitchen to stand in front of him. ‘There’s nothing to be worried about. It’s just dinner.’

Dinner. Yeah. Shangqi thinks inwardly to himself. Dinner with a former force recon Marine and a brutal vigilante to boot. He momentarily forgets his status as an Avenger.

‘Babe? BABE! The rice!’ Shangqi snaps himself out of his daze as he returns to the mentioned dish, nearly burning himself in the process.

To say he was nervous? That was an understatement.

***

‘Dad!’ You leap into opened arms.

Frank Castle, a man who could kill a person in his sleep had the biggest smile on his face as he lifts you a few inches from the ground.

‘Good to see you to princess,’ he chuckles before putting you back down. ‘Has he been treating you well? You’re so light that I could do a mountain march with you on my back!’ Your dad narrows his eyes at the thought of his lovely daughter being mistreated.

‘No dad! He’s been feeding me well! Speaking of which, he’s made dumplings for today’s dinner!’ You quickly averted the crisis, guiding him into the living room.

Frank places his duffel bag neatly beside the sofa, just the way you like it. Scanning the house, his eyes land on Shangqi who had just finished placing the dumplings onto a plate.

Likewise, Shangqi spots the older man and immediately rushes out of the kitchen, frilly white apron still tied to his waist.

‘Good evening sir- Mr Castle.’ He stumbles slightly over his words despite practicing it multiple times in front of the bathroom mirror yesterday evening while you were fast asleep.

‘Frank’s fine.’ Your father gruffly responds, shaking his hand.

You told Shangqi about your father before, not leaving out any details. So why was it still so intimidating as he came into contact with the older man’s calloused hands? Just what did he do?

Eyes darting between the two man, you let out a cough. ‘Well then, we can get started first. Your sister and Katy will be a little late,’ you tell Shangqi while directing him to the kitchen.

‘Can’t wait for you to meet them Dad!’ You don’t forget to holler over your shoulder. ‘Their great people!’

***

Twenty minutes later, you found yourself satisfied with the dumplings. It seems that your dad had arrived at the same consensus. Any traces of the military man at the front door had been quickly subdued by the juicy starter.

Excusing yourself to clear the dishes, you checked in on the remaining dishes - the Szechuan soup and fried rice. Opening the pot, you were satisfied to see the liquid boiling. Now, just to make sure that it tasted good…

Taking the time to savor the soup, you decided to add a little more pepper that was at the dining table where the two men were at.

‘Hey daddy? Could you pass me the pepper please?’

How you regretted the sentence that left your mouth.

At the same time, the two men reached for the pepper shaker that was sitting there in the middle of the dining table. You swore you could have heard a pin drop as both your father and Shangqi takes time to register what had just happened.

And it looked like your poor boyfriend was still processing the past few seconds while Frank turned borderline murderous. You didn’t need another warning.

‘Uh babe?’

‘Yeah?’ Shangqi responded meekly, finally realizing what was about to come next as Frank stands up, brandishing one of his many weapons.

‘RUN!’

***

‘Oh gosh I hope we’re aren’t late!’ Xialing trudges up the stairs to the shared apartment with Katy who was helping her with the drinks. ‘I can’t wait to meet Y/N’s father!’

‘Don’t get your pants in a twist, I’m sure they’ll understand!’ Katy waves her free hand dismissively, reaching the level of your apartment. As they walked to the door, they could hear a loud crash from the inside.

‘Uh what the hell was that?’ Katy asks. Xialing shrugs, carefully going to ring the bell. ‘I’m not sure but stand behind me.’

Katy had to hand it to Xialing for the woman had nerves of steel. The moment the sound of the bell went off, the door violently flung open, revealing a frazzled you that looked like you got run over by a large dog.

‘Oh thank god you’re here!’ You grabbed both their hands, dragging them inside the house before slamming the door. ‘I can’t stop them! They’ve been going at it for almost an hour!’

‘Who?’ Katy was confused.

‘Them!’ You point in the direction of the shared room that your dad was trying to currently break down. The two woman look at you for an explanation which honestly would have left you red in the face.

But desperate times calls for desperate measures.

‘Please! I’ll do anything!’

‘Anything?’ Katy was starting to enjoy the leverage over you.

‘Yes! I’ll get you free passes to the club you always wanted to go to! Unlimited karaoke!’

‘Mm…’ The young woman was just playing with you at this point while Xialing was secretly amused at the entertainment that her brother was unwillingly roped into.

‘PLEASE!’

‘Alright, fine!’ She beckons Xialing who moved towards the door where your father was still fuming.

‘Hi!’ Katy starts loudly. ‘Hello sir! Mr Castle!’ She extends a hand, momentarily distracting your father who flipped a switch, forgetting his ‘task’ of ripping your boyfriend to shreds.

‘Oh. Hello. Frank will do.’

‘Neat gear Frank! When Y/N told me you were special ops, I knew you were badass.’

‘It’s not- uh thanks.’

Katy’s boisterous tactic seemed to be working on your father who wondered how you managed to make friends with such a group of individuals until the door to the room had creaked opened slightly.

‘OH NO YOU DON’T BOY- GET OUT HERE AND FIGHT!’

Before you could stand in between the two men, Xialing had beaten you to it first.

‘Hello! Shangqi’s sister,’ Xialing had a smile on her face as she waved. ‘I don’t know what my clueless brother did this time so I apologize on his behalf. Unfortunately, I have yet to settle my scores with him abandoning me so until then, no one can kill him.’

Frank blinks, taking it Xialing’s statement, unsure if she was trying to pull a fast one on him. He stares at her for a few good seconds, before deciding that the woman in front of him was telling the truth. Placing his gun back in his holster, he doesn’t forget to give your boyfriend one last glare.

I’m watching you boy.

‘Finally! Gosh you two are a lifesaver!’ You hugged the two women who shrugged nonchalantly and requested dumplings as payment.

Now…

‘AND YOU TWO!’ You yelled at the two men who were trying to sneak away from the crowd. ‘I AM NOT DONE SPEAKING HERE. GET YOUR ASSESS OVER HERE.’

For the very first time, Shangqi finally understands the term ‘wrapped around one’s finger’. Frank Castle, a badass military man with an imposing physique that would scare most criminals away was walking to you like a kicked puppy in the rain.

‘Dad, I know you were just looking out for me and I appreciate that but what happens in my bedroom has nothing to do with you ok?’ You gave him a pointed look, only moving on when he grunted in acknowledgement. Turning to Shangqi, you were prepared to go on a full rant.

‘I don’t know what but- ah for god sake forget it! You two will be going out to help me get the cake that I ordered at the bakery- ah ah!’ You refused to hear any objections from the two of them. ‘This will be a good time for you to ya know - get to know each other better.’

‘Babe-’

‘Not hearing it. GO.’

As the door closes, Katy whispers to Xialing.

‘Well, should have bought popcorn don’t you think?’

***

Epilogue

The smell of freshly baked bread floated through the bakery. The bell of the door rings, with two men trudging in, deep in conversation.

‘You abandoned your sister?’

Shangqi sighs, ‘Well no- and yes. It’s a long story. I was trying to get away from my father who trained me to kill.’

‘Damn son. You’re a little rough and damaged but I guess Y/N was right. You are a good man.’ Frank pats him on the shoulder before heading to the counter with the ticket.

‘Uh… thanks?’

‘That doesn’t mean I’ll forget what happened today. Three strikes and you’re out son.’

‘Three?’

‘Actually make that one left. The other for abandoning your sister.’ Frank walks out with the box, leaving Shangqi very confused by the older man’s threat.

‘Sir? You’re kidding right? SIR!’

***

A/N: I would like to apologize for this😂 Just thought it’ll be stress reliving to write this and get this out of my head.

Tags (actually more like I give this honor to): @wint3r-h3art @crazycookiecrumbles 😘

(let me know if you want to be tagged too cuz I don’t want to tag unnecessarily for this!)

#shangqi x reader #xu shangqi #shang chi x reader #frank castle #frank castle x reader

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chloe-skywalker · 1 year

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Custody - Tony Stark

Tony x niece reader

Warnings: mention of the death of a parent

Word count: 916

Summary: Being Tony’s niece that he takes custody of.

Authors Note: I loved writing this, this dynamic. Who wants to see more Tony Stark x Niece Reader? Maybe a Part 2?

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It was a normal day Pepper and Tony had settled down with dinner and wine on the couch in his home rebuilt finally in Malibu. Well, it felt normal till Tony’s phone rang.

Tony got up and took the call but upon seeing Tony’s face when he re-entered the room Pepper knew something was wrong.

“Tony?” Pepper said as she got up and stood in front of him. “Who was it?”

Tony was looking off to the side, still processing what he had been told. “A cop. My sister, she died.”

“Oh My God.” Pepper gasped reaching out to rub Tony’s arm for comfort. “What’s going to happen to Y/n?”

“They want me to take her.” Tony told her. Tony of course said yes in a heartbeat. He and Y/n had a great relationship and he couldn’t let her go to anyone else. They needed each other, hell he thought of her as his own kid. But he was scared. Not that he’d admit it.

“Tony-”

“What if I can’t take care of her?” Tony voiced his worries looking to Pepper. Hoping she could give him an answer.

“Tony you have to. For her and for your sister.” Pepper encouraged trying to get him to see that even if he was scared he still had to do it. “You are that girl's best choice, Tony.”

Tony knew Pepper was right he needed to put his fears aside and focus on helping his niece.

^ ^ ^

It was only a few days later that everything was signed and packed. Y/n was coming today and Tony was equally excited and nervous. Tony had spent the last couple of days setting up a room for her to call her own. It was her favorite room to sit in whenever she visited.

“Hey’a Y/n/n.” Tony greeted as she exited the car Happy had brought her in.

“Hi uncle Tony.” Y/n gave him the best smile she could muster. Under the circumstances.

“I’m sorry, Kiddo.” Tony mirrored her expression and pulled her into a hug. He was sure she needed one.

“I’m sorry to.” She mumbled into his chest.

“Why are you sorry?” Tony asked leaning back to look down at his niece with questioning eyes.

“She was your sister.” Y/n stated looking at him with sad eyes.

Tony let out a soft sigh. Yeah he lost his sister and it hurt but she lost her mom. That had to hurt more, Tony knew it did. He had gone through the same thing. Y/m/n was a single mother, they were closer than close Y/m/n and Y/n. Tony didn’t expect her to be worried about how he was feeling. “Sweetheart, she was your mom. You don’t have to feel sorry for me. Just focus on you right now and no one else, okay?”

With that said the two headed inside the beautifully huge Malibu home.

They were greeted by Peper as she came down the stairs. “Hey, Hunny.”

Pepper hugged Y/n as they met in the living room.Y/n hugged her back with a small smile. She loved Pepper, she just wasn’t up for playing super happy at the moment. “Hi Pep.”

“We set up a room for you.” Pepper told her giving her a soft smile as they pulled out of their hug.

“Great view.” tony added from nearby, Y/n turned her head to look at her uncle with furrowed brows. So he continued. “It’s the one you always loved to sit in when you’d visit.”

Y/n smiled a little brighter at him, and at the fact that he with how busy his life is would remember that. “Thanks.”

“No problem kiddo.” Tony shook his head waving off the good, kind, sweet hearted thing he did for her.

Y/n almost laughed, her uncle never liked having the nice things he did for those he cared about acknowledged. “I’m gonna go out my stuff up there.”

“Take your time.” Pepper nodded

Y/n started to head up the stairs, but before she made it to the top, Tony called out. “Hey, Y/n/n.”

“Yeah.” she said turning to look down at him.

“Pizza? Dinner.” He snapped his fingers pulling out his phone.

“Sure. You know what I like.” Y/n nodded smiling at him. She took a few more steps before she stopped and looked at him again. “Uncle Tony. It sounds good.”

Once Y/n was upstairs Pepper turned to Tony with a sad expression. “She’s holding it together well, but she’s going to break sooner or later.”

Tony agreed, Y/n was holding it together but that couldn’t last forever. “And I’ll be there for her when she does.”

Pepper watched him, knowing him to well. “Tony, you need to let it out too you know.”

“I will. In my own way.” Tony nodded as he continued to find the pizza place’s number in his contacts.

“Breaking things or fixing things?” Peper answered crossing her arms over her chest with raised eyebrows. When would he learn to just talk to someone about his feelings?

“I’m feeling like a little bit of both.” Tony smiled as he finally found the number and pressed dial.

“I’m here if you need to talk.” Pepper called after him as he headed towards the kitchen.

Tony gave a wave of his hands and a short nod before pointing to his phone. “Got it. Now pizza. It won't order itself.”

Part #2 ?

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dadbodosamu · 3 years

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only you || part iv

Stepdad Osamu x Fem!Reader, Miya Atsumu x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS: pseudo-incest, threesome, double penetration in one hole, daddy kink, wombfucking, TWO pierced dicks, clit slapping, breeding kink, choking (m receiving), slight femdom, snowballing, facial (f receiving), cockwarming, exhibitionism, voyeurism, male masturbation, nipple play, dry humping, dacryphilia

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part i || part ii || part iii || part iv || part v || part vi || extras || only you, too

“What the fuck is this?”

Osamu immediately shielded your body with his arms and hands as your mom stood in the doorway.

You stared up at her, frozen.

“M-mom,” you stuttered. She turned on her heel and stormed away.

You stumbled out of the bathtub, nearly falling over the edge as you wrapped a towel around your body.

“Mom! I can explain!” You exclaimed, following after her into the living room. She spun around, arms crossed and tears streaming down her face.

“Explain what? The fact that you’re sleeping with my husband or the fact that you’re both apparently falling in love?” She spat.

“I-It’s not like that,” you said. “Well, it is but, believe me, we didn’t want to hurt you.”

She let out a dry laugh. “Oh? Didn’t want to hurt me? Well, sleeping with my husband surely wouldn’t hurt. Of course not! How could I be so stupid to be hurt by this, this brutal betrayal of trust?!”

“M/n, you weren’t supposed to find out like this,” Osamu said, coming up behind you.

“You! You thought it was okay to sleep with my daughter?!” Your mom exclaimed, poking a finger against Osamu’s bare chest. “Your stepdaughter? You sick bastard!”

“It’s not like he raised me,” you said. “And anyway, you’re the one who married a man half your age!”

“Oh, you are not turning this around on me!” Your mom shouted. “You’re the slut that fucked her stepdad!”

“And you’re the whore that married a man six months after your husband of twenty years died!” You yelled. Osamu stepped between the two of you, pushing you both back.

“Both of ya calm down!” He exclaimed. He turned to your mom. “Ya, sit down on the couch. And ya-“ he turned to face you. “go get dressed.”

You huffed as you turned and walked down the hall to your room. You pulled on the first clothes you saw and went back to the living room.

“We both know it wasn’t working out anyway,” Osamu said, standing in front of your mom. “This was a marriage of convenience for both of us.”

“I would’ve been fine with anyone else, but you slept with my daughter, Osamu,” your mom said.

“For what it’s worth, I wish Osamu hadn’t been my stepdad,” you said, sitting on the opposite end of the couch.

“Is this your way of getting back at me for getting married so soon after your father died?” Your mom asked.

“No! I’d never use Osamu like that,” you said, glancing at Osamu. “I really like him. That’s it. I wish I didn’t, but I do. I’m sorry.”

Your mom sighed. “I have to leave for Tokyo. I only came back because I forgot my laptop. We’ll discuss this more when I get back. I can’t just sit here and pretend I’m okay with this.”

“Okay,” you said. You awkwardly stood up as your mom did. “I’m really sorry, Mom.”

“I know,” she said. She disappeared into the bedroom, grabbing her laptop.

“And we’ll discuss more when you get home,” Osamu said as your mom stood at the door.

She nodded. “You can move your things to the guest room.”

“Yeah,” Osamu said, nodding. “For what it’s worth, I’m sorry, too.”

“I’m sure you are,” your mom said. She turned and left quickly.

You stood behind Osamu, both watching as she pulled away.

Osamu turned and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Well, she knows,” Osamu said, holding you closely.

“Wish she didn’t find out this way,” you mumbled, leaning your head against his chest.

“Hey,” he said, tilting your chin up so you were looking up at him. “It’s all going to work out, baby. Everything is going to be just fine.”

“Famous last words,” you said.

“What’s the worst that could happen?” Osamu asked. “She never talks to us again?”

You sighed. “She is my mom, Osamu. Even if we don’t always get along.”

“And you’re her daughter. She’ll forgive you,” Osamu said. “And if she doesn’t, I’ll be there for ya.”

“Thanks,” you said. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down for a short kiss.

“Now, what do you want to do all day?” Osamu asked.

“Honestly?” You asked. “Cry in my bed.”

“We’re not doing that,” Osamu said. “Wanna watch a movie?”

“Can I pick?” You asked. Osamu nodded. “We’re watching the new Demon Slayer movie.”

You sniffled and rubbed your eyes as the movie ended.

“Are ya crying? I thought ya’ve seen this?” Osamu asked, glancing down at you.

“How are you not crying?” You asked, wiping your eyes. “It’s sad! Rengoku’s my favourite!”

“It’s just a movie,” Osamu said, yawning.

“Yeah, well, it’s a sad movie,” you said. “You’re just heartless.”

“We barely knew Rengoku!” Osamu exclaimed as the credits rolled.

“I knew him!” You exclaimed. “He deserved more!”

“Baby, you’ve seen this movie before. Ya knew what was going to happen,” Osamu said.

You sniffled, “I always hope it happens differently. I hate Akaza!”

“Ya literally just said he could get it,” Osamu said.

“That was before he killed Rengoku, my love!” You exclaimed.

Osamu kissed your temple. “Yer lucky yer cute.”

“Cute enough to make lunch for?” You asked.

Osamu sighed and stood up. “What do ya want?”

“Surprise me?” You asked, stretching out on the couch.

Osamu nodded and wandered into the kitchen. You followed after him, mindlessly, sitting at the bar, watching as he gathered ingredients.

“Do you want any help?” You asked as he chopped up some vegetables.

“Can you start a pot of water to boil?” He asked. You nodded.

Osamu seasoned the water and let it boil before adding in the vegetables and noodles.

“Hope ya like Korean food,” Osamu said, adding a spoonful of Korean chili powder.

“You’re in luck,” you said, wrapping your arms around his waist as he stirred the ramen. You rested your head against his back as he hummed.

“Baby, grab some bowls, please?” He asked. You nodded, tiredly, and grabbed two bowls. You sat them at the table before grabbing some spoons and chopsticks.

Osamu quickly filled the two bowls and placed the extra back on the oven before joining you at the table.

“Thanks,” you said, slurping up some of the spicy broth.

“So,” Osamu said as you ate. “Let me take ya out tonight.”

“Like, on a date?” You asked, perking up.

He nodded. “Like, a real date. I know we don’t really have a traditional relationship, but I want to take ya out. Really wine and dine ya.”

You smiled. “I’d like that.”

“Say, around 7?” Osamu suggested.

“Sounds like a plan,” you said, smiling as you took a sip of your drink. Osamu smiled to himself.

“I really want to do this properly from here on out,” Osamu said.

“So no more fucking until the third date?” You teased.

“That’s not what I’m saying,” Osamu said. “But, like, I want to properly date ya. Not just sneak around and fuck, even though I like that.”

“Ooo, sounds like someone has feelings for me,” you teased, playfully knocking your foot against his.

“I definitely have feelings for ya,” he said, knocking his foot against yours.

“Good, because I have feelings for you,” you said, smiling.

You finished lunch quickly, chatting about nothing in particular.

“They beat us our first game,” Osamu said. “Everyone was shocked because they were nobodies from Miyagi and we were set to win that year.”

“That’s the power of having Hinata Shoyo, Kageyama Tobio, and Tsukishima Kei on your team,” you said. “Still though, I can’t believe they beat you.”

“It happens,” Osamu said, shrugging. He stacked your bowls and took them to the sink. “And it’s not like our team was weak. We had Tsumu, Suna Rintaro, and Aran Ojiro. And I could’ve gone pro if I hadn’t opened Onigiri Miya. I just like food more than volleyball.”

“I’m glad you didn’t go pro, otherwise who would make my favourite food?” You said, padding after Osamu. You wrapped your arms around his waist as he cleaned the dishes.

“Someone’s clingy today,” he said. You pressed a kiss against his spine.

“Just realised we only have a few days left together,” you mumbled against his skin. “And the whole mom finding out situation is stressing me out.”

“Hey, I like you being clingy,” Osamu said, twisting around in your arms. He wrapped his arms around you. “I want to spend the rest of my days in your arms.”

“Cheesy,” you said, looking down and smiling. He tilted your chin up and kissed you softly.

“You like it,” he said, peppering your face with kisses. You giggled as he kissed your nose.

“I know it’s only been a few days, Osamu, but I—“

“I love ya, too,” Osamu said, kissing your lips slowly.

“Let me at least say it first,” you grumbled. “I love you.”

“I love ya,” he said, kissing you again. He smiled into the kiss. “I love ya, I love ya, I love ya. I don’t even care that yer mom found out. I’m just glad I don’t have to hide it. I could shout it from the rooftops, I love ya so much.”

“We’re crazy,” you said. “It’s been less than a week.”

“That’s how love works,” Osamu said. “It’s weird and crazy and sometimes ya fall in love in three days, so let me hear ya say it again.”

“I love you,” you said. Osamu grinned widely.

“I love ya,” Osamu said, leaning down to kiss you again. His hips pressed against yours as he kissed down your neck.

“Samu,” you moaned rolling your hips against his hardening cock. “Need you.”

“Let me hear it one more time,” he mumbled, lifting you on to the counter. You moved your arms around his neck and wrapped your legs around his waist

“Samu, I love you,” you breathed, letting your head fall back as he nibbled and sucked on your skin. “I love you and I need you, please.”

“I know, baby, I know,” he said, pulling back. He pulled your shorts and underwear down in one quick motion before he was back on you, wrapping your legs back around him. “I love ya, too, princess.”

You whined as you ground your pussy against his clothed erection. He pushed down his shorts, letting his cock free. You moaned as he slapped you clit with the purpling tip.

“Such a good girl,” Osamu praised, pressing the head of his cock into your wet heat. “Daddy loves ya so much.”

“Love you, daddy,” you moaned, trying in vain to move your hips forward. Osamu’s iron grip on your hips kept you firmly in place.

“Gonna make ya scream it, baby,” Osamu said, pressing forward an inch. You moaned at the stretch.

“Want more,” you said, tangling your fingers in the back of Osamu’s hair and pulling him into a kiss. “Fuck me, please, Samu. Want your cock in me, need it in me.”

“Need it? How bad, baby?” Osamu asked, pushing in another inch. You rested your forehead against his as your mouth opened in a silent moan.

“Gonna cry,” you said, “if you don’t fuck me. Need you to fuck me full of your cum. Need your cum in me, breed me, please.”

“Aw, my little girl’s gonna cry if daddy doesn’t breed her tight lil cunt?” Osamu said. Your eyes burned with tears of frustration as he slowly pushed his cock in another inch.

“Daddy, I love you,” you said, softly. “I love you so much, wanna be tied to you forever. Please, want you to breed me.”

“Fuck,” Osamu hissed. He rutted his hips forward, the head of his cock kissing your cervix as he buried his cock in you. “Love ya, too, princess.”

You moaned and tightened your legs around him as he thrusted into you. His heavy balls slapped against your ass and his cock pushed past your cervix more and more with each strong thrust.

“Still so tight,” Osamu grunted as your head fell against his shoulder. “Squeezin’ me just how I like it.”

You buried your face in his shoulder to muffle your loud moans.

“Nuh-uh, baby,” Osamu said, pulling your head back by your hair. “Let me hear ya.”

You moaned loudly as he kissed your neck. Osamu bit his lip as your walls clenched around his cock.

“Don’t cum yet,” he mumbled. “Wanna cum with you.”

You nodded your head, biting back a moan as Osamu’s piercing continuously dragged against your sweet spot.

“What did I say?” Osamu asked. “I wanna hear ya, baby.”

“Sorry,” you moaned. You yelped in shock as he landed a quick slap against your clit.

“There we go, let me hear you, princess,” Osamu said. You let out a low moan as he rubbed your clit, soothingly. You whined as he slapped it again.

“Gonna- gonna cum!” You gasped as he landed three rapid slaps against your clit. “Samu, please!”

“Gonna fill ya up, baby,” Osamu grunted, hips stuttering as his cock twitched inside you. “Just one second.”

You bit your lip as your walls fluttered around him.

“C-can’t hold on much longer!” You whined. “Daddy!”

“Fuck, let me hear it again,” Osamu said.

“I love you, Osamu,” you moaned.

“Fuck,” he grunted as he spilled his seed in you. Your head fell back against the cabinets as you gushed around him, milking his cock with your spasming walls. “I love ya, too, Y/n.” You breathed heavily as your head fell against his chest. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer to his warm body.

“Don’t pull out yet,” you mumbled, wrapping your legs tighter around him. “Don’t wanna lose your cum.”

Osamu groaned as his cock twitched. “Don’t say that, makes me wanna fill ya up again.”

You pulled him closer to you by your ankles, forcing his softening cock deeper into you.

“Come on, let’s move to the couch,” Osamu said, lifting you up without pulling out. He sat down, keeping you in his lap. You rearranged yourself carefully, resting your head on his shoulder and wrapping your arms around Osamu’s chest.

You dozed happily, full and satiated until someone knocked on the door.

“Who is it?” Osamu called.

“It’s Atsumu,” Atsumu called. You whined as Osamu lifted you off of his cock, which was hard once again.

“No, daddy,” you pouted. “Wanna stay full.”

“Baby, Tsumu wants to come in,” Osamu said. You twisted around until you were sitting in his lap, back flush against his front, and pulled a blanket over you as you guided his cock back in you before too much of his cum could leak out.

“Yer a naughty girl,” Osamu said, smirking at you. “Yer lucky it’s Tsumu. Come on in!”

The front door opened and closed quickly and Atsumu appeared in the living room.

“What’s up?” Atsumu asked, sitting in the recliner next to the couch.

You shifted slightly. Osamu pinched your thigh.

“Just watched the Demon Slayer movie,” Osamu said. “Ate some lunch.”

“That’s all? Because M/n changed her facebook relationship status to ‘it’s complicated’,” Atsumu said, leaning forward to show you two his phone screen.

“What?” You asked, grabbing his phone. Osamu hissed quietly as your body jostled. “I can’t believe she would do that! You know what, actually I can.”

“She caught us this morning,” Osamu said. Atsumu cringed as he grabbed his phone back.

“I guess in a precarious situation,” Atsumu said.

“We were in the bath,” you said. “Basically confessing our love.”

Atsumu hissed. “Damn, that’s almost worse than being caught fuckin’.”

“We were still naked so it was plenty awkward,” you said. Osamu gripped your hips to keep you from moving.

“What did she say?” Atsumu asked, leaning back as he propped the recliner’s footrest up.

“She called me a sick bastard,” Osamu said.

“And she called me a slut,” you said. “Then she said we’d talk about it when she got back.”

“Damn, what did ya say when she called ya a slut?” Atsumu asked.

“I called her a whore,” you said, smiling proudly. Osamu shifted your weight, causing his cock to press against that spongy spot inside you. You covered your moan with a cough.

“Badass,” Atsumu said. “She definitely deserves it. After all, it’s not like she hasn’t cheated on Samu before.”

You sat up abruptly. “What?”

“Oh, yeah, plenty of times,” Atsumu said.

“That’s why she doesn’t get along with Atsumu,” Osamu said, pulling you back against him. “He called her out on it.”

“And I turned her down,” Atsumu said. “I mean, of course I’m the hotter twin, but I would never sleep with any of Samu’s girls without his permission.” Atsumu winked at you.

“Yeah, well you can keep waitin’,” Osamu said, holding you tighter. You bit your lip as his cock was forced into you deeper.

“Well, why not? Yer cockwarmin’ right in front of me,” Atsumu said. He sat up and leaned forward and snatched your blanket away.

You yelped and instinctively reached forward as Osamu covered you up with his hands.

“Tsumu!” You squealed, as he pulled the blanket out of your reach. He smirked at you.

“Come on, let me watch,” Atsumu said. Osamu rolled his eyes.

“Watch what? She’s just cockwarming,” Osamu said.

“Fuck her,” Atsumu said, leaning back. His cock was straining against his jogging shorts. “Come on, I saw ya squirmin’.”

Osamu slowly moved his hands to your hips. He leaned forward, whispering in your ear. “Ya want to, baby? Wanna give Uncle Tsumu a show?”

You nodded. “Want Uncle Tsumu to watch me, daddy.” You spread your legs, showing off your full cunt to Atsumu.

Atsumu groaned as he sat up and palmed his cock in his shorts.

“Good girl,” Atsumu groaned. “Rub yer clit for me, doll.”

“Yer not givin’ orders, Tsumu,” Osamu said. He reached down and spread your folds apart, revealing your swollen clit. You moaned as Osamu rubbed small circles around the nub.

“Just watchin’,” you moaned, rolling your hips.

“Fuck, just wanna get off,” Atsumu whined, thrusting his hips up against his hand.

“He’s such a fuckin’ sub,” Osamu said, kissing under your ear. “Just tryin’ to pretend he isn’t. Won’t do anything without yer permission.”

“Really?” You asked.

“Tell him what to do,” Osamu said.

“Stop touching yourself,” you said. Atsumu whined as he moved his hand away from his cock. You smiled as his hips kept rolling upward, searching for friction.

“Watch me,” you moaned as he shut his eyes. You bounced up and down on Osamu’s cock, moaning at the way his piercing dragged against your walls.

“Please, please, wanna touch myself,” Atsumu begged, squirming as he watched you. You smirked.

“You’re always so cocky,” you moaned. “Can’t believe I have you begging. Beg for me, Tsumu.”

“Fuck, please, please,” Atsumu begged. “Please, doll, wanna cum for ya.”

You hummed. “Pull your cock out, Tsumu.” Tsumu quickly pushed his shorts down, letting his cock out. It bobbed heavily between his legs. It was slightly longer than Osamu’s, with a slight curve to the right instead of the left like Osamu’s, just a smidge thinner, with an ampallang going horizontally through the dark pink head, opposite Osamu’s piercing. You moaned at the sight, immediately wondering how it would feel, stretching you out with Osamu’s.

The dark pink head was nearly purple and leaking precum steadily. Atsumu wrapped his large hand around the base, and pumped once, thumbing his slit and running his thumb over his piercing.

“Fuck,” he hissed, gathering precum on his thumb. Your mouth watered, wanting to lick it clean.

“Wanna taste,” you whined. “Tsumu, give me.”

Atsumu leaned forward, offering you his precum covered thumb. You wrapped your plush lips around his thumb and sucked. You hollowed your cheeks and swirled your tongue around, licking the salty precum away. You pulled off with a soft pop.

“Who said ya could taste him?” Osamu asked, jerking you back by your hair. You moaned.

“‘m sorry, daddy,” you said. Osamu slapped your clit, making you jump in his lap.

“Remember who makes the rules, baby,” Osamu said. You moaned as he pulled your hips down roughly, forcing the head of his cock past your cervix. You looked down at where your stomach poked out with the stretch of his cock. “Look how deep she takes me, Tsumu. Fuck, she’s takin’ me so well.”

Atsumu pumped his cock in time with Osamu’s thrusts, moaning and whining as his balls tightened.

“Want him to cum on me,” you moaned, watching Atsumu as he got closer and closer to cumming. “Please, daddy.”

“Where, baby?” Osamu asked. “Want him to cover yer cute tits? Maybe yer lil face? Huh? Tell daddy what ya want.”

“My face, daddy,” you said. Atsumu moaned and wrapped his fingers around the base of his cock, holding back his orgasm.

“Ya heard her, Tsumu,” Osamu said. “Cum on my baby’s face.”

“Fuck, okay,” Atsumu scrambled up, standing in front of you. “Fuck, gonna look so cute covered in my cum, doll.”

“Cum on my face, please, Uncle Tsumu,” you moaned. He jerked his cock quickly as it twitched.

“Open yer mouth,” he said. You opened your mouth, tongue eagerly hanging out. He moaned as his balls tightened and cum spurted out, covering your tongue and splattering on your cheeks and chin.

“Samu, please,” Atsumu begged.

“Just this once,” Osamu said.

“Don’t swallow,” Atsumu said, leaning down. He kissed you messily, scooping his cum out of your mouth before pushing it back in, making it run down your chin. When he pulled back, a strand of saliva connected you two. You moaned as Osamu bounced you on his cock.

“Gonna cum,” you moaned as Osamu pinched your clit.

“Yer clenchin’ ‘round me so tight, baby. Is it just for Tsumu?” Osamu asked. “If I knew ya liked him so much I woulda suggested this sooner.”

“Daddy,” you whined. “Wanna cum for you and Uncle Tsumu.”

“Go ‘head, baby,” Osamu said, swiping his fingers over your clit furiously. You let out a high pitched moan as you squirted around Osamu’s cock, wetting his shorts as well as Atsumu’s.

“Fuck, doll,” Atsumu breathed as Osamu continued to pound into you. He kneeled in front of you.

“She’s my messy, lil girl,” Osamu said, smirking. “Isn’t that right?” You nodded, leaning back against Osamu tiredly.

“Want you to fill me up again, daddy,” you moaned, softly.

“Fill ‘er up, Samu,” Atsumu said, pushing your legs out wider. “Wanna see her dripping with yer cum.”

You moaned, feeling Osamu’s cock twitch inside you.

“Samu, please,” you moaned, walls tightening around his cock. “I love you so much, wanna be full of you.”

“Fuck, baby, I love ya, too,” Osamu grunted as he painted your walls white. Atsumu’s cock twitched as Osamu pulled out. Cum slowly leaked out of you, coating your thighs.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Atsumu said. He glanced up at Osamu questioningly.

“Ask her,” Osamu said.

“Let me fill ya up,” Atsumu said, looking up at you.

“Just this once,” Osamu said.

“I don’t know,” you said. You looked up at Osamu, trying to gauge his emotions.

“What do ya want, baby?” Osamu asked. You looked at Atsumu.

“Are you okay with it?” You asked, looking up at Osamu. “Really? You said just yesterday you didn’t want to share me with him.”

“It’s whatever ya want,” Osamu said. “‘S’long as ya remember who ya belong to.”

“I want you both,” you said. “Wanna be really full.”

“Fuck, we haven’t done that in a while,” Atsumu said.

“Want us to ruin yer lil cunt?” Osamu asked. “Stretch ya around both of our cocks?”

“Please,” you whimpered as Osamu teased your folds with his hardening cock.

“Let’s take her to bed so she can be comfortable,” Atsumu said. Osamu nodded as lifted you easily.

Osamu led Atsumu to your bedroom, where he tossed you on the bed. The twins loomed over you, staring down at your half dressed form.

“Let’s get rid of this,” Osamu said, tugging your shirt off. You instinctively crossed your arms to cover your breasts.

“Oh, no, doll, no hiding from us,” Atsumu said. “Let us see those pretty tits, please.”

You breathed deeply and dropped your arms to the side, releasing your breasts.

Atsumu looked at Osamu, who nodded. Atsumu climbed over you, palming your breasts heavily and pinching your nipples.

“So pretty, doll,” Atsumu breathed. “Let me have a lil taste, please.”

You nodded as he leaned down. He placed a kitten lick to your right nipple before sucking it in his mouth. He mouthed at the pebbles nipple messily, spit running down his chin and down the mount of your breast. You moaned softly, and tangled your hands in his blond hair, pulling him closer.

“Tsumu,” you moaned. Osamu crossed his arms, watching carefully for any hint you weren’t enjoying yourself.

Once your right nipple was puffy and sore, Atsumu pulled back before switching to the left.

He rolled his tongue against your sensitive flesh, gently grazing his teeth along it. You moaned as he pulled away with a pop.

“Say my name again,” Atsumu said, spit running down his chin.

“Tsumu,” you moaned, tugging his hair.

He glanced back at Osamu, once again questioning his next move.

“Ask her,” Osamu said.

“Wanna kiss ya,” Atsumu said. You looked at Osamu, who nodded.

“Okay,” you mumbled. Atsumu leaned up and kissed you deeply, messily. He kissed wildly, with teeth clicking together and tongue licking into your mouth, like he just couldn’t get enough fast enough.

“Want it,” Atsumu whined against your lips.

“Tell me what you want,” you said, breathlessly as you pulled back.

“Want you on top of me,” Atsumu said. You nodded. He flipped you over and you straddled his hips.

“He wants ya to spit in his mouth,” Osamu said, coming up behind you. His lips brushed the lobe of your ear. “He just doesn’t know how to ask.”

You looked down at Atsumu, and ran your hands over his chest.

“Can you ask?” You asked. “I wanna hear it from you, Atsumu.”

He whined, bucking his hips up, grinding his clothed cock against your bare pussy.

“Please, please,” he begged. “Want ya to spit in my mouth.”

One of your hands circled his neck as you leaned down, while the other squeezed his cheeks, forcing his mouth open.

“Tongue out,” you said. Atsumu eagerly stuck his tongue out. You gathered saliva in your mouth and hovered over him. You let your spit fall out of your mouth. Adrenaline rushed in your veins at the sound of his moans under you. You could feel the vibrations under your hand on his throat. You squeezed lightly as he swallowed.

“Fuck,” you said as Atsumu moaned again. You squeezed a little harder.

“Wanna-wanna,” Atsumu stuttered. He grabbed your hand around his throat, holding you there. “Harder.”

You applied a bit more pressure and squirmed as Atsumu let out a choked moan. You ground your cunt against his shorts as you choked him.

“You like that?” You asked, letting out a moan as your clit dragged against the rough fabric of his shorts. Atsumu nodded. His face was flushed and his pupils blown as you ground against him.

“Fuck, gonna get off just from choking you,” you moaned.

“Please, please,” Atsumu breathed.

“Let up a lil,” Osamu whispered in your ear. “Then press down again.”

You loosened your hand, letting Atsumu suck in a quick breath before squeezing again.

You moaned in sync with Atsumu.

“Gonna cum,” you gasped as you practically rode Atsumu’s thighs. You gasped again as Atsumu rolled his hips up. “Fuck.”

You gushed around nothing, surely leaving a wet spot on Atsumu’s shorts.

Atsumu moaned as you released his throat.

“Now, aftercare,” Osamu whispered in your ear. “Comfort him.”

“Such a good boy for me,” you said. “Letting me use you to get off. You did such a good job.”

You leaned down and pressed a few soft kisses along his throat. “Looked so pretty under me.”

Atsumu whined as you peppered his face in kisses. You pecked his lips last and pulled back.

“Good boy,” Atsumu repeated. You nodded and ran your fingers through his hair.

“Yes you were,” you said, smiling down at him. “My good boy.”

“Yer good boy,” Atsumu echoed.

“Does my good boy wanna fill me up, now?” You asked, pushing his shirt up and over his head. “Stretch me out until I’m crying over your cock?”

“Please,” Atsumu breathed. “Wanna be in ya.”

You scrambled down Atsumu’s legs, tugging his shorts down. His cock bobbed heavily, leaking precum. You couldn’t help yourself, you placed a small lick along his slit, tasting the salty precum and moaning.

“Don’t,” Atsumu choked out. “Don’t wanna cum yet.”

You leaned up and crawled up his body, straddling his hips again.

“Just wanna make you feel good, Tsumu,” you said, grinding your wet cunt against his cock. He let out a broken moan. “Where do you want to cum?”

“In ya, in ya!” He exclaimed.

“Move up for me,” you said. “Lean against the headboard.”

Atsumu pushed himself up right, leaning against your headboard. You reached down and ran his cock through your folds, teasing your clit with the swollen head.

“Please, jus’ wanna be in ya,” Atsumu moaned. You sank down on his cock with a low moan. “Fuck, so tight.”

“Her pretty pussy’s always so tight,” Osamu said, crawling on the bed behind you. He kissed your shoulder softly. “Too bad we’re gonna ruin it.”

Osamu bent you over, pushing your chest flush against Atsumu’s.

“How’s this lil hole gonna fit us both, baby?” Osamu asked, placing a hand on the small of your back as he forced his forefinger in your already stretched out hole. Your jaw dropped in a silent moan and your head fell on Atsumu’s shoulder as Osamu stretched you out.

“Don’t worry, I’ll go slow,” Osamu said, slowly pumping his finger in and out of you. Thankfully, Osamu’s cum from earlier provided enough lubricant that his finger slid in easily.

“M-more,” you moaned after a few minutes. Osamu added another finger, slowly.

Atsumu held you tightly against his body, playing with your hair as a distraction so he wouldn’t cum just from being in your tight walls. You whimpered as Osamu added a third, thick finger.

“Does it hurt, princess?” Osamu asked, carefully scissoring his fingers. You nodded as tears pricked at your eyes.

“Hurts good,” you said.

“Yer almost ready, princess,” Osamu said, leaning down to kiss the base of your spine. “Just a lil more.”

“‘S’okay, doll,” Atsumu said, wiping a stray tear away. You nodded as Osamu added a fourth finger.

“Ya’ll be feelin’ good in a minute, baby,” Osamu said. You felt the head of his cock nudge your entrance. “Ready?”

You nodded and gripped Atsumu’s biceps tightly. Osamu slowly pushed in, stretching you out even more.

“Daddy,” you whimpered as Osamu and Atsumu moaned. Atsumu rubbed your back as Osamu gripped your hips. His thumbs moved in soothing circles on your skin as he bottomed out.

“Fuck,” Osamu hissed. “Squeezin’ me so tight, baby.”

“Full,” was all you could choke out.

“She’s so full, she can’t speak,” Atsumu said.

You could barely think. With each breath, your insides tightened. With each heartbeat, a piercing was pressing against that little spot inside you. You wanted so badly for someone to move, but at the same time, if anyone did, you’d break in half.

“Gonna pull out now,” Osamu said. You reached back and grabbed his forearm.

“No,” you said. “Wanna be full.”

You took a deep breath and glanced down. At the base of your stomach, you could almost trace where Atsumu’s cock was. You pushed down on the small bulge and moaned.

“Go ‘head,” you breathed, releasing Osamu’s arm. He slowly pulled out most of the way, leaving just the tip.

“Gonna ruin ya, princess,” Osamu whispered in your ear. You shivered and he rutted back into you.

“Samu!” You cried, falling against Atsumu’s chest.

“‘S’alright, doll?” Atsumu asked, moaning in your ear.

You nodded. Osamu grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled you against his chest, his free arm wrapped around your waist.

“She’s alright, Tsumu, look at ‘er, fucked out already,” Osamu said. You moaned loudly as his cock pushed in and out of you.

“Samu,” you moaned, arching your back against him. He reached down and pressed two fingers against your clit. Your body spasmed with the added stimulation.

“Gonna cum!” You cried, walls fluttering around their cocks. Atsumu bit his lip, trying to stave off his own orgasm.

“Already, baby? I thought you could handle us?” Osamu said, hips pounding against yours. You could already feel the bruises forming.

Tears rolled down your cheeks as your orgasm squirted out of you. Osamu’s hips continued their brutal pace.

“Such a messy girl,” Osamu cooed, pinching your nipple. He rolled it between his fingers and cooed when you cried out.

“S-Samu,” Atsumu stuttered. “Gonna cum if you don’t slow down.”

“Come on, fill her up,” Osamu grunted, slapping your clit. More tears ran down your face. “She wants to be full, Tsumu. Tell him, baby.”

“Wa-wanna be full!” You moaned, rolling your hips back to meet Osamu’s thrusts. “Cum in me, Tsumu!”

Atsumu moaned out your name as he came hard. His twitching cock spurted out more cum every time you tightened around him.

“Want you to cum,” you moaned as Osamu continued to pound into your abused cunt.

“Just a lil more,” he grunted. Atsumu moaned from the overstimulation. His cock twitched, trying, in vain, to stay hard.

You clenched around them, desperately trying to make Osamu cum. He pinched your clit.

“Cum again for us, baby,” Osamu said, rubbing your clit. “Make a mess.”

You cried out as he slapped your clit.

“Samu’s mean!” You cried as he alternated between slapping and rubbing your clit. Your walls fluttered and you gushed around them just as Osamu came.

“Good job, baby,” Osamu praised. He slowly pulled out of you, leaving you to fall in a heap on Atsumu. Both of you breathed heavily as Osamu collapsed next to you.

He tugged you away from Atsumu.

“No,” you whined as both of their cum leaked out of you.

“Come here, princess,” Osamu breathed, pulling you on top of him. You fell limp on his chest. “Ya okay?”

You nodded, tiredly.

“Share her, I want cuddles, too!” Atsumu exclaimed. You shifted to lay in between them. Atsumu immediately wrapped an arm around your waist and buried his face in your neck. Osamu wrapped an arm around your waist, below Atsumu’s arm and nuzzled the other side of your neck, pressing soft kisses against your skin.

You turned and curled into Osamu’s side as you fell asleep.

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metalbuckaroo · 3 years

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Prompts:

“Who said it had to be the bed?”

“Any other lies left to tell me?”

“No, it’s not like that”

Could you do a dbf!bucky x reader where her dad finds out. It starts off really smutty, just the two of them and her dad walks into her apartment and finds them in the kitchen, becomes angsty but ends fluffy. Thank you!

Ooo spicy 😏

Join the sleepover

Some smut under the cut, so as always, minors dni

"Did you run away while I was in the shower?" Bucky called as he walked down the hallway of your apartment, finding you messing with the coffee pot in the kitchen. "Just trying to make coffee but my coffee pot bit the dust."

He wrapped his arms around your waist, leaning his chin on your shoulder. "I'll buy you a new one." He said peppering kisses to your neck. "No, you won't. Don't you have somewhere to be Mr Barnes?" You giggled when his vibranium hand slipped under your shirt, laying flat against your stomach.

"Figured we could fool around real quick before I left for work. Then when I come back, I'll take proper care of you." He hummed, turning you around so he could lift you onto the counter; his torso parting your legs.

Raising your eyebrows at him, you cocked your head to the side and rested your hands on the back of his neck. "Hmm, staying three nights in a row? Be careful, gonna make me feel special." You teased, fingers playing with the short hairs on the back of his neck.

"You are special. Got me hooked on you, babygirl." Bucky said, fingers hooking in the sides of your underwear. "Well, I just made the bed. So... You'll have to keep it in your pants for now." You said pecking a kiss to his plump lips.

A devilish smirk grew on his face, eyes darkening as he pulled you closer to the edge of the counter; hands gliding over the curve of your waist. "Who said it had to be the bed?" He said, voice low as he sank to his knees on the cheap tile floor, taking your underwear with him.

Butterflies erupted in your stomach as he nudge his nose against your inner thigh, pressing a gentle kiss to the flesh before sinking his teeth in.

"Bucky!" You hissed from the mixture of pleasure and pain, earning a low chuckle from him. "Can't leave 'em on your neck, gotta leave 'em somewhere." He said with faux innocence. "Now lay back."

You shifted around, leaning back on your elbows as his head dipped further between your thighs; your breath hitching.

"Fuck..." You sighed contently when his warm tongue licked a stripe from your entrance to your clit, a soft groan leaving his throat.

Bucky locked his lips around the sensitive bud and your head tipped back in a strained moan, two fingers sinking into you.

His left hand reached the palm himself through the thin fabric of his boxers; a moan against your cunt sending shocks of pleasure down your legs.

Breathy whines and moans passed your lips, eyes fluttering shut as he curled his fingers faster, plunging deeper as he sucked and flicked his tongue over your clit. Nearly silent cries leaving you as your impending orgasm got closer and closer, until-

"Let me guess, he says he loves you?" He scoffed, shaking his head at his best friend and daughter standing half naked. "Because he doesn't. To him, you're just another conquest. Like the secretary at work and the girl he was just talking about taking on a date two days ago."

"What in the fuck are you doing?!" Your dad's voice barked from the doorway.

"Shit-" Bucky said, stumbling to stand as you slid off of the counter; tugging the hem of Bucky's shirt that you wore to cover yourself more. "I- we can explain-" He stuttered, vibranium hand covering the erection that strained against his boxers.

"Just... stop." Your dad said through gritted teeth, pointing a finger at Bucky. "Dad, please don't freak out." You pleaded, panic surging through you.

"Gi- No, no, there wasn't another girl, I was talking about her. I planned a date to take her on, you have to believe me. I haven't talked to the secretary in months." Bucky spewed, quick to try to ease the situation. "Any more lies left to tell me?" Your dad snapped back, eyes dark with anger.

"I'm an adult, I can make my own decisions." You said, trying to seem calm on the outside but internally shaking from the infuriated look on your dad's face. "This decision is stupid! Bucky is a player!"

"No, it's not like that. I care about her. I care about her so fucking much that you wouldn't even understand it." The look on your dad's face softened a bit at Bucky's words, eyes flicking to you. "Why wouldn't you tell me?" His voice had calmed, genuinely curious as to why you wouldn't tell him such a huge thing.

"We didn't want you to freak out..." You said softly with a shrug. "Just-" he shook his head, turning to leave the room. "I gotta get out of here."

"Dad-" The sound of the front door slamming silenced any protests you had, Bucky running a hand down his face. "Well, that went better than I thought it would." He huffed.

You chewed the inside of your cheek, nodding as you picked you underwear up from the floor. "You should probably get ready for work."

#dbf!bucky fluff #dbf!bucky angst #dbf!bucky #dbf!bucky smut #bucky barnes #bucky fanfic #bucky fic #bucky x reader #bucky imagine #bucky barnes smut

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whumperooni · 3 years

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sweet damnation

Pairing: Enji x Daughter!Reader

Tags/Warnings: tw incest, tw breeding kink, a touch of misogyny, feelings of shame, tw dubcon (kinda), size kink

Word count: 5.4k

A/N: This is a fic written in response to a nonny! I wanted to make it a little sweeter, but I couldn’t help adding in just a smidge of angst;;;;

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It’s not often that Enji comes home this exhausted. Today was a trial, though- long, full of so many upstart villains trying to carve out a place in the world, peppered with too many calls from the hero commission, and ending with a sludge villain that had coated him in muck from head to toe.

Even after three showers, he still feels dirty. He feels filthy. He feels exhausted.

It is so good to be home.

A sigh leaves Enji as he takes off his shoes and another follows as he hangs his coat, loosens his tie. It smells good in the house- like a hot meal and clean floors- and that helps ease his weariness, just a bit.

Enji makes his way to the kitchen and he finds you at the stove- apron around your waist and a spoon in your hand, soft hums leaving you as you stir the pot simmering before you. Lips threatening to twitch with a smile, he walks over to you and looks down to find tonjiru gently bubbling.

It smells delicious, looks wonderful.

He’s always been fond of your cooking- he’s always been fond of you. You’re such a good daughter, such a good girl- he’s never had any trouble from you and he can’t imagine that he ever will.

You’re the best of your siblings- even if your quirk is weak, even if you’re just a simple and soft little thing.

“Welcome home, daddy,” you chirp- sweet, enthusiastic, coupled with a smile up at him. “How was your day?”

Annoying. He won’t tell you that, though- Enji is not one to complain and he is not one to burden his daughter with his frustrations.

“Fine,” he tells you, voice dipping into a grumble.

A hum from you and a nod, a softness in your smile. You stir the pot in a slow movement and Enji watches for a moment in silence, indulges in the domesticity you always seem to exude.

You’ll make a perfect wife for someone someday.

“Daddy, the tonjiru is almost done,” you inform him with another soft hum. “Natsuo-nii is staying at his girlfriend’s tonight and Fuyumi-nee is grading papers at her friend’s house. It’ll be just us.”

Just you and him? That’s perfect.

Relaxation washes over him and a faint smile graces his face- something quick, something that fades in less of a second. He leans down to kiss your cheek as per his habit- a habit he only indulges in when it comes to you- but he’s greeted with something unexpected when you turn your head, finds his lips pressing to yours.

You blink up at him and he blinks down at you, frozen for a moment before he straightens and clears his throat, swallows.

Silence for a moment and then a giggle from you- something accompanied with a small flush, a twinkling in your eyes. You don’t stare at him or twitch with awkwardness, but smile at him instead- adoring and loving as always.

Weak relief fills Enji at that and he huffs at your amusement, shoots you a scowl that only has you giggling again.

“Go relax, daddy,” you tell him. “I’ll let you know when dinner is ready.”

Enji grunts and he walks away before he can mistakenly kiss you again, tries not to think about how soft his daughter’s lips had felt against his.

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Four in the morning and Enji is ready to leave for work. He’s awake and alert, but you are not- sleep is written all over your face as you press a thermos and bento into his hands. He huffs, thinking to chastise you for not being asleep and in bed, but anything he might say dies on his tongue whenever you stand on your tiptoes and press your lips against his.

It’s a short kiss- small, just a peck- but Enji blinks over it still, stares down at you with a tilt of his head.

You smile at him- sweet, soft, drowsy- and murmur a “have a nice day, daddy” before letting out a small yawn.

Enji nods and he watches you totter back off to bed, stares down the hallway even after you disappear.

He had almost forgotten about the night before. He had almost forgotten about the accidental kiss. He had almost forgotten about it and he had certainly not expected a repeat of the incident, had not expected you to initiate such a thing so willingly.

It weighs on his mind all throughout the day and the fact that it does grates at him- why should such a small thing grab his focus when there are villains to catch and ladders to climb? You’re just showing your affection as always- just in a slightly different manner.

And it is not bad, he thinks. It’s...innocent, like you. Sweet, like you.

There’s nothing wrong with it.

He repeats that to himself when he arrives home and you greet him with another soft press of your lips. He repeats that to himself whenever you see him off to work again with another kiss, when you do it yet again when he returns home.

It becomes part of his life, part of his daily routine. And that’s fine, it’s...nice.

There’s nothing wrong with it.

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“Daddy, welcome home.”

Another sweet greeting, another kiss. Enji hums at it, casts his gaze over you when you lower yourself from your tiptoes and smile up at him.

Apron, dress, stockings- you look as you always do; perfection in the form of a loving daughter.

There’s something more to you today, though- a certain fuzziness that has your sweet features even more soft than usual, a little haze that has your lashes drawn down low and your cheeks flushed. When he wets his lips, he tastes wine and Enji is left huffing when you blink up at him heavily.

Drinking- now why is his youngest doing such a thing?

“You’re so late tonight, daddy,” comes a soft whine, tiny hands sliding up his chest to loosen his tie. “I had to eat all by myself!”

A pout pops up onto your lips and Enji huffs again, gathers your small hands in his when your fingers clumsily begin to pick at his buttons.

“Where are the others?” he asks, watching as your pout grows.

The sigh that leaves you is a bit dramatic- amusing as well. His lips twitch with the threat of a smile as you sulk and he gently squeezes your hands in warning as they try to inch back to his chest.

“Natsuo-nii is with his girlfriend again,” you huff. “And Fuyumi-nee has a date.”

A date? That’s unusual...he thinks. Fuyumi doesn’t really tell him about those sort of things.

None of his children do- except for you.

(Not that you’ve ever been on a date. Not that Enji is willing to let his youngest go on a date- oh no, he’s not ready for that quite yet)

Enji hums and you sigh, pout fading as you peek up at him with your fuzzy little gaze.

“Did you eat, daddy?”

He nods and your pout comes back, is accompanied with a sigh.

“Well, let me make you a drink at least,” you insist, backing away and putting your hands on your hips. “You need to relax, daddy.”

Enji huffs, but he obeys his daughter and heads to the lounge, sits himself in his armchair with a sigh.

A drink does sound nice.

Enji allows himself to relax as he sits and he waits patiently for you to return- eyes shutting and a quiet weariness settling over him.

He’s getting older and he’s getting more tired it more quickly it seems.

He hates it.

He hates it, but it’s nothing he can stew about- nothing he will allow himself to stew about and nothing his mind can possibly focus on when there is a sudden light weight in his lap and he blinks open his eyes to find you sitting on his knees and smiling up at him, holding a glass of bourbon in your small hands.

His head tilts as he accepts the glass and all you do is smile at him- sweet, still fuzzy around the edges, adoring with your soft eyes and the way your hands rest against his chest once they’re free and empty.

You haven’t sat in his lap in a long time.

Enji doesn’t think he minds it, though- as weak as it makes him feel, it’s something almost...comforting.

He’s growing too soft. But, maybe, it’s okay as long as he’s with you.

Enji takes a sip and you watch him- eyes searching for his approval, smile growing whenever he hums in light pleasure.

It’s a good drink- your drinks are always good- and Enji takes another sip, huffs whenever you press a bit closer against him.

“Daddy, do you have to work on Saturday?”

Saturday? Of course he does. He always has to work.

His nod has your lips pressing into a pout and he blinks at your disappointment, the way your bottom lip wobbles. He has to remind himself that you’re tipsy, that your upset is amplified by that- that you can’t really be so bothered by him having to work.

Of course you’re not....right?

“But, daddy, I wanted to spend time with you...”

Enji blinks and he blinks again, frowns as your pout grows even more so, at the whine in your words. You’re being needy, clingy and it shouldn’t set off satisfaction in his chest the way it does.

His little one wants to spend time with him.

It almost makes him regret having to work.

Almost.

Enji huffs and your bottom lip juts out further, your fingers curl into his shirt as your eyes dip into a puppy dog plea.

He won’t give into you- he can’t give into you.

But a day with his loving daughter is something he could manage- he hasn’t indulged in that in such a long time and your sweet, soft presence could soothe the weariness that is trying to gather and grow within him.

“...we can spend time together on Sunday,” Enji relents.

Your eyes sparkle and your pout gets dashed away in favor of a pleased smile. It has him huffing when a happy noise sounds from you, but he can’t deny how your joy has his quiet satisfaction growing ever so slightly.

“Can we go shopping?” you ask. “Please, daddy?”

Please, daddy?

What sweet words.

“We can,” he agrees. “Whatever you want.”

Your joy swells and Enji has to look away from it, has to take a drink to ignore how your delight almost has him smiling in return.

“Oh, thank you, daddy!”

Enji opens his mouth to respond, but your lips crash against his- silence his words and startle him with the way the press against his, how they linger for just a few seconds before pulling away.

He blinks at you, his breathing coming out heavy and you giggle softly before laying your head on his shoulder, nuzzling against him.

“I wanna get a new dress,” you chirp- not giving him a chance to say anything, not giving him a chance to register the kiss and your soft mouth, the way you completely blindsided him. “And new shoes! Oh, daddy, please! And can we go to the restaurant you took me to last month? Their cake is so good and-”

You babble at him, darling and shallow with your desires, and Enji swallows, wraps his arm around your waist and downs the rest of his drink.

Loving daughter- you might adore him too much.

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The week passes as it normally does- long, filled with fights, filled with headaches. Saturday is the worst of it- villains always seem more rowdy on the weekends- and Enji sleeps heavily whenever he gets home, almost sleeps through the morning.

Almost.

You wake him up with breakfast- a tray filled with cut fruit and rice and salmon, a steaming cup of pitch black coffee. The murmured “good morning, daddy” you give to him helps to ease his grumpiness at being awoken and the way you press a kiss to his cheek helps too.

You leave him be and Enji huffs as he’s left to his breakfast, leans against his pillows and reaches for his coffee.

You woke him too early, but the breakfast is good- he can forgive you.

And it’s not so bad waking up to the sight of you in an apron, a smile on your face.

He can’t remember the last time someone woke him like that.

A sigh and Enji begins to work on finishing his breakfast, quietly thinks of where else he can take you that will make you happy.

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“Daddy, do you like this one? It’s not too revealing, is it?”

Enji looks up from his phone to find you before him- a sundress pulled on and your hands smoothing over your hips. It’s short, barely grazes your mid-thighs, and the pleats of it flutter whenever you shifts your hips.

If it weren’t for your stockings, it may be inappropriate. It verges on it even with them on, though, whenever the skirt lifts to show off the straps of your garter belt and Enji frowns when a salesperson sends an approving look your way.

“Too short,” Enji grumbles. “Try another one on.”

You nod, not protesting at all, and Enji relaxes a little once you disappear into the dressing room, sends a glower the salesperson’s way.

They gulp and scamper off and he sighs to himself, pinches the bridge of his nose.

You’re too pretty for your own good.

Another dress is tried on and shown off, another after that. Enji waits patiently as you flit about the store and he buys your choices- the ones he approved- silently, pleased as delight sparkles in your eyes.

You’re happy as you leave- smiling in a way that could rival the sun beaming down from high above. Enji deposits the bags in the car and then you’re dragging him off to another store- small hand in his, a happy cry leaving you when your eyes fall on a pair of shoes that catch your gaze.

Enji huffs, but he lets you pull him around, buys you all you want and hides his own smile whenever you sweetly thank him, press your lips to his cheek.

Shopping, lunch, a dinner at the end- it’s a peaceful day despite him being dragged all around the city. He’s tired by the time the two of you get home, but he’s relaxed too- a day with his cheerful, adoring daughter was something he needed even if he didn’t realize it.

...not that he’ll really admit it.

Still, though, Enji does smile as he watches you happily cart off the shopping bags to the room. It’s small, barely there, but even he can’t deny the way your pleasure has him feeling satisfied, pleased in his own right.

He can make his daughter happy- it feels like victory.

Enji lets you put away your new clothes and shoes and jewelry and he goes to make himself a drink, sits down in his armchair with a sigh.

A long day, a good day- maybe he should take you out again next week.

Enji mulls the thought over as he drinks and he wonders of what you might like to do, if he should have you come with him to the commission’s dinner next Thursday. He could let you buy another dress, then, and that would make you happy.

He wants you to be happy.

How soft of him.

How weak.

Enji huffs to himself and his eyes flit to the doorway when the sounds of soft steps meet his ears. He finds you dressed in a nightgown and robe, finds a sleepy and sweet look on your face.

“Daddy? Thank you for today.”

A hum from him and your lips curl with a smile, you walk closer toward him and reach a hand to touch his cheek. He doesn’t move away from it and he doesn’t lean into it- though there is the impulse to do so, the quiet and pathetic urge to press into his daughter’s adoring touch.

“Daddy?” you ask- sweet and so innocent, coupled with a bitten lip. “I think I want to go to sleep. Will you tuck me in?”

Tuck you into bed? He hasn’t done that since you were a little girl, hasn’t thought to do that since you blossomed into the young woman that you are.

Enji’s brow quirks and you flutter your lashes, cup his jaw and lean in close enough that he can catch the lingering scent of your perfume.

“Please, daddy?” you murmur.

Darling daughter- how can he deny you something so simple?

Still, though, he huffs at the childish request, clicks his tongue as your lips push into a light pout.

Spoiled thing. Maybe he indulged you a bit too much today.

But, you never ask for anything- not usually. And you’re so good for him all the time. Perhaps...

He shouldn’t, but Enji nods and he soaks in the pleased noise that sounds from you, breathes out a huff when your hand leaves him, glances small digits along his jawline.

Enji stands and he follows you to your room- knowing that he shouldn’t, knowing that he’s giving in when he should tell you no and send you off to bed by yourself, deny your childish wish.

You lay in the bed and Enji’s eyes trace over your soft form, your soft face. You really are a woman now- all gentle curves and so beautiful, gorgeous with the silk wrapped around your body.

Beautiful, obedient, sweet- he doesn’t deserve a daughter like you.

Still, though, you’re so happy as he raises the covers and tucks them around your body. Still, though, you smile as he looks down on you and grumbles a “good night.”

He moves to leave, but there’s a tug that stops him- a small hand curled into his shirt that pulls him back toward the bed.

“Daddy...”

Enji blinks and he looks down at you, raises his brow to find your lip bitten once more and something longing in your eyes.

What ever could you want? Why are you looking at him like that?

“Daddy,” you say again- voice so soft, fingers flexing and curling tighter into his pants. “I...”

“What is it, little one?”

A small squirm and your cheeks heat up, your lashes lower as you tug at him again.

“I want...will you...will you give me a goodnight kiss?”

A...goodnight kiss? His daughter- his adult daughter- wants a goodnight kiss?

Enji stares at you and you fluster before him, let out a soft noise as your hand travels up and reaches to grab at his shirt.

“Please, daddy?”

He shouldn’t. You’re much too old for such a thing. And it would be so very weak of him to indulge you in it.

Enji’s never been able to deny his daughter, though- not his little one that is so loving to him, that treats him so much better than anyone else, his sweet girl who cares for him and lavishes him with kindness even if it drives the rest of the family up the wall.

You’re so good to him- so good.

Beautiful daughter, darling daughter, loving daughter- he can’t deny you even when he knows that he should.

Enji leans down and he presses his lips to your forehead, huffs when the sound of a pout comes from you.

Before he can say anything, your head tilts back and his lips are sliding down your face- sliding down until they can meet yours. He tries to pull back, but your hand curls tighter into his shirt and you raise up to keep your lips against his, press into it with a soft noise.

It’s too long of a kiss, too needy. Not a sweet peck from before, but something else- something that has Enji’s heart pounding hard whenever your lips part and you sigh against his mouth.

What are you...what are you doing?

“Oh, daddy...daddy I love you.”

It’s mumbled against his lips- soft and sweet words that meld into another kiss, that gets paired with a tug that pulls him closer and forces him to deepen it, press his own tighter against yours.

His heart pounds, his mind spins and he gets so close to gasping from it all, grunts instead and yanks himself away so he can set wide eyes upon you.

You’re unashamed as you look back up at him- heavy lidded, flushed, undeniably gorgeous with the small smile curled upon your face. Enji has to reproach you- he knows he does- but he can’t say anything as you reach out to him again, curl your fingers into his shirt once more.

“Daddy loves me too, right?”

Of course he does- he loves you, loves only you.

But that doesn’t make the kiss right; that doesn’t make his pounding heart and his hard cock right.

Disgusting. Loathsome- a hero of his caliber cannot be entrenched in something like this.

Still, though, his head bobs in a nod. Still, though, his hand finds your cheek and his throat moves in a swallow.

He hasn’t been kissed like that in so long- and certainly not by someone as perfect as his little girl.

“Daddy, another...”

“Little one-”

Pouting, hand tugging, you look up at him with a plea in your eyes that would have him rock hard if you were anyone else- that does have him rock hard even if he near desperately tries to pretend he isn’t.

“Please, daddy?”

Please, please- it should be illegal the way that breathy word sounds spilling out of your mouth.

He can’t. You can’t. It’s wrong. It’s immoral. He’s the fucking number one hero- something like this is-

Your hand tugs again- insistent, needy- and Enji’s forehead presses against yours, his throat tightens as you blink long lashes up at him.

“Daddy, you said we would do whatever I want today,” you whine oh so softly.

He did. He promised you that- promised his sweet daughter that- but that doesn’t mean he can indulge you with this.

“Daddy, I want a kiss,” you whisper, head tilting so your lips can brush against his own. “Daddy, I...I want...I’ve always wanted...I love you.”

Always- you’ve always-

Lips crash together and a groan works its way up through Enji’s chest, gets muffled as you mold your mouth against his, as you whine so softly into the kiss.

He has to stop. He has to stop.

But he can’t stop.

He can’t stop himself from cupping your cheeks and he can’t stop himself from breathing heavily against your lips. He can’t stop himself from getting into the too small bed and he can’t stop himself from gripping at your waist and hauling you into his lap, bunching up the silk of your nightgown between his thick fingers.

You try to press against him. You try to paw at him, get him closer.

And Enji- your father, the number one hero- lets you do that. He lets you and it’s so weak and it’s so disgusting and loathsome, but it doesn’t stop his hunger from growing whenever you look up at him with blown out eyes, heated cheeks.

It’s been so long for him. It’s been years for him. How can he resist his daughter? How can he resist you and all your want, all your loving and misplaced lust? How can he resist his hard cock and his instinctual, base desires?

How can he resist the way you whine daddy and crawl into his lap?

He can’t resist it- any of it.

He’s so weak.

He doesn’t deserve to be your father.

He doesn’t deserve to be a hero.

“Please, daddy,” you beg him- breathless and needy, your fingers reaching to touch at his jaw. “Please, I’ve waited for so long.”

You’ve waited for him- for how long? How many nights did you spend wide awake with wandering hands and a mind filled with your father? How many days have you watched him and wanted him only for him to be so blind to your filthy love?

How long did it take for you to crack?

How long did it take for Enji to face his dirty desires and admit his own horrid lust?

His scruff scratches against you as he kisses you- desperate in a way he’s never been before, hungry and overwhelmed and ashamed and so fucking needy for the way you grind against him.

Enji doesn’t try to stop you whenever your hand wanders down low and he only closes his eyes when your small hand wraps around his cock, grunts whenever you gasp and stroke over him, pull him from his pants.

“Oh, daddy, you’re so big.”

Breathless, full of wonder- the words are a KO that have him gripping your waist tight, a growl slipping from him.

Some part of him is undeniably pleased by the words, by his daughter’s near fascination with the way his cock dwarfs your hand. Some part of him, though, wants to scowl and ask just exactly how you know what’s big and what’s not.

What else have you been hiding from him?

A whimper from you and your legs spread further over his lap, your eyes peek up at him with such a sweet pleading look that Enji can’t help but to wrap an arm around your waist and lift you up, tear off your panties with his free hand.

You’re wet as his fingers glance over you. Wet and sensitive if your mewls are anything to go by. Whenever the tip of his finger works its way into your hole, you tremble and gasp, curl your own digits into his shirt as your head drops and your legs shake.

It’s dramatic, your reaction. Dramatic and satisfying despite the way shades of shame have him near grimacing over the way his sweet, young daughter tries to take more of his finger, whines for another.

Tonight is about you and your wants, your desires- if he’s going to give into this and participate in filth then he might as well keep spoiling you rotten.

(Oh, god, this is all his fault. He coddled you until your love turned fetid and he let his lust fester until he couldn’t possibly resist your soiled, sweet lips and pleas.

This is his fault.)

Enji slips a second finger into your tight pussy and he watches you whimper with dark eyes, swallows as your cunt squeezes his digits with a choke-hold.

“D- Daddy!”

Fuck.

Enji swallows, again, and his breathing becomes shaky as you gasp and claw your fingers against his chest. You tighten around his fingers and you arch your back as his digits curl and then- and then-

And then his little girl is coming on his fingers.

Sniffling, panting, eyes glazed and half-shut- you look up at him with a silent plea for more and everything in Enji breaks as you grind your hips against him, as he’s completely overwhelmed by the sweet heat of his daughter’s cunt around his fingers.

You’re on your back before you know it- before he even knows it. He can’t hear your gasp over the growl that rumbles from him and he can’t soak in the greed in your eyes as his hands rip off your nightgown and robe. You’re so fucking beautiful laid bare before him and Enji can’t help the way he leans down to suck a pebbled nipple into his mouth or the way his cock throbs so hard it near makes him dizzy whenever you mewl, reach your tiny hands up to cling to him.

There’s no going back from this- no guilty thoughts or trying to pull away, placate you. You want this- oh god do you want this- and Enji wants it, too- has wanted it for so long all while trying to ignore his filthy desires.

Enji slides into you and you whimper at the stretch- small hands falling away from him and cunt squeezing around him so desperately as he pushes into you inch by colossal inch.

He’s hurting you, he knows. He’s too big and stretching you out had been too short- you can’t possibly take him now without pain.

And, yet, you still look up at him through your wet lashes- tears beaded along them and dripping down your heated cheeks, adoration in your muddy gaze as you stare up at him.

You pulse around him- warm, tight, weak from the stretch of your father’s cock- and Enji grits his teeth, smashes his lips against yours to muffle your cry as he slams the rest of the way into you.

He nearly comes as you shake and tremble underneath him. He nearly comes as you do- moans ripping from you so low and rough and wrecked.

It’s been so long for him and you’re so beautiful and loving- maybe it’s right that he’s fucking his little one, maybe it’s right that he’s giving into your pleas and lust.

Maybe the two of you deserve this.

(Enji has never deserved something so good before.)

“D-Daddy- I- ‘s so big- I- I don’t think I can- I can- daddy!”

Enji grunts- cock flexing against your walls and threatening to force you further open- and you whimper at the feeling, tilt your head back and whine as he places his lips to your throat.

“You wanted this,” he reminds you in a near snarl. “You wanted daddy.”

A moan, a whimper, a mewl- you throb around his cock and you come with a whine, go limp and shudder as he draws his hips back, fucks back into you.

So little underneath him- so sweet and small and delicate with your parted lips and heaving chest. You’re more petite than Rei and Enji can’t help but revel in how strong you make him feel, how big he feels bracketed over your limp form.

Dirty but invincible- you make him feel like nothing could stop him as you look up at him through fluttering lashes, as you come on his cock and let out sharp, needy whines as he fucks you through them.

A groan slips from Enji as he pushes your legs up toward your chest and he almost gasps as you tighten around him with the new position, as your fingers curl into the covers before reaching up to cup his face with shaking hands.

“Please,” you half-whisper, half-slur. “D-Daddy, please. Want you to- want you to-”

Another squeeze of your tiny, soaked cunt and Enji growls as your hands fall away with a shudder and a gasp, as just the tiniest bit of spit drips from the corner of your lips.

“C-Cum in me, daddy,” you whine, beg. “Pl- please! Want daddy to- want-”

You want daddy to breed you.

The thought of it- the knowledge that you want something so carnal and so terrible- has his mind going blank and Enji snarls as he pounds into you, grips onto your knees tight and shoves them closer against your chest as he fucks and fuck and fucks his mewling little girl.

And finally- finally- he’s coming in you. He’s breeding you. Your daddy is spilling his seed into your needy little cunt and he’s stuffing his daughter with his load and he’s creaming your snug little pussy and- and-

Oh, god.

He kissed his daughter. He touched you and he fucked you and he bred you.

And you look so happy over it.

Sweaty, tired, limp- you look up at him in your fucked out bliss and you smile serenely, twitch and whine softly as he pulls his cock from your pulsating pussy.

Enji stares down at you and you just hum- lashes falling shut and breathing slowly evening out.

He stares at you for ages as you drift off without a word and he buries his hands in his hair whenever you curl up and wince, sigh as dreams fill your head.

He just fucked his daughter.

He feels sick.

Sick and yet...

And yet he cleans you up. And yet he carries you off to his bed. And yet he tucks you in and pulls you to his chest, places a kiss with pale lips and a grimace to your forehead.

“...daddy loves you, little one. I...I am sorry.”

You smile in your sleep and Enji squeezes his eyes shut, holds his daughter close and tries to pretend that his cock isn’t slowly hardening again as you nestle closer against him.

He doesn’t deserve you, but maybe he deserves this- the shame and the sick feeling in his stomach, the ruination that your love will surely bring.

Enji doesn’t sleep that night, but he stares down at you instead- ashamed but still hard, his mind unable to help imagining you waking in the morning just to be bred again.

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