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elvenmother · 1 year

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The Art of Crossed Wires - 3 - The Gift

Pairing: Marcus Pike x Female Reader Rating: Teen. Warnings: Swearing Chapter: 3/9 Word count: 1219

Summary: New plan… you've got a gift for Agent Pike after accidently slapping him, and them bashing your head against his and generally freaking him out. Hopefully this will make him listen to you when you try to explain.

Note: This has not been beta read, so apologies for any mistakes.

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The morning seemed to crawl by as you sat at your desk waiting for lunchtime. The helpful bookstore owner had wrapped the gift in simple brown paper, tied with a neat cord in a bow. He’d insisted on wrapping it for you, stating that presentation mattered with apology gifts. He was right, of course, and now the package rested under your bag in your desk drawer, waiting. You had hoped that Marcus would give the morning update as usual, but Agent Monroe had been updating the team since the slap. You felt your cheeks flush with embarrassment as you realised it was probably due to the bruise on Marcus’ cheek.

So, with that plan out the window, you had decided to wait until lunch and go to his office. But that had made for a more anxious morning. More than one colleague had noticed your restless legs as you bounced your knee as you typed.

As soon as the clock hit one that afternoon, you were up from your chair, grabbing your bag and gift as you set off towards Agent Pike’s office. His office was down the corridor and across a small open area just past the elevators. While most of the task force admin staff worked in a large open office, the agents from the various agencies involved in the group had their own office space. The senior agents, including Marcus Pike, had their own personal offices.

The door was closed as you approached, so you gave a gentle knock and waited patiently. A few seconds passed, and you were beginning to worry you’d missed him when you heard a voice call out.

“Come in!”

Pushing the door open, your heart sank as he looked up to greet his guest with a smile but let it drop immediately as he realised it was you.

“Hi.” You waved with a timid smile. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all.

His eyes looked you up and down for a moment before his smile returned. Not as warm as before, but still genuine. Marcus nodded and gestured to the chairs in front of his desk.

“Please.”

“Thank you.” You closed the close behind you and slid into the chair closest to the door on the right.

“What can I do for you?” Marcus leaned back in his own chair. “Erm, I’m sorry. I should have learnt everyone’s names by now.” His cheeks flushed slightly red.

You smiled as you gave your name, and Marcus nodded.

“I wanted to say how sorry I was for what happened the other day.” You began, watching as his smile slipped slightly. “I know you said it was ok, but it’s not, and I wanted to sit down and properly explain what happened.”

Marcus opened his mouth before frowning and closing it again. “I must admit what happened, the erm, the slap… it kinda threw me a little.”

“One of my colleagues had been pranking me all day.” You started slowly explaining how your morning had been turned on its head by Mary’s boredom. You took care not to name her as you tried to get across how on edge you had been in the kitchen when Marcus had walked in. As you finished, he sat nodding before letting out a long sigh.

“Well, that does clear some things up for me.” He let out a short laugh. “I figured you’d mistaken me for someone else but couldn’t work out why you’d want to slap someone.”

“I’m not usually the violent type.” You shrugged. “But she, they, had made me so mad.”

“I bet.” Marcus frowned again.

“Oh!” You suddenly remembered your gift and reached down to where you had placed it next to your bag. “I got you a sorry present.”

Marcus’ eyes went wide as you handed over the neatly wrapped gift. “You didn’t need to-”

“I did.”

“Thank you.” He nodded, taking the parcel cautiously before beginning to pull the paper off. You watched as, instead of ripping the paper, he took the time to gently pull it free from its tape and folded it open to reveal the book you had chosen. His eyes widened as he looked up at you. “The History of Art Nouveau by O. Martell. How did you know?”

“Know what?”

Marcus looked down at the book, then back to you, a huge smile spreading across his face. “I had this book. One of my favourites, in fact. But when I moved to D.C. I couldn’t find it when I unpacked. I looked everywhere, but it was gone. I tried getting in touch with the folks who bought my place in Austin, but they hadn’t seen it.” He turned the book over in his hands, looking down at it like he was reunited with an old friend. “I kept meaning to buy a new copy, but then, you know, work got in the way, so I just…”

“I found it at a small bookstore.” A wave of relief washed over you as you watched the obvious delight on his face. “I chose it because you always seem so passionate about art in your briefings, and well, art nouveau is one of my favourite movements. I thought it looked interesting and hoped you would too.”

With a nod, Marcus smiled back at you and placed the book on his desk. “Thank you. Really, this… this is very sweet.”

“Well, we got off to such a bad start I really wanted to show you I wasn’t a bad person.”

“I don’t think you’re a bad person.” Marcus gave a small, gentle laugh. “Why don’t we start over?”

“That sounds good.” You laughed as you nodded.

“Great.” Marcus looked over to his computer and then back to you. “I’m busy today, but how about we grab lunch tomorrow? Do this right.”

“That, yeah, that sounds perfect.” You could feel your cheeks getting warmer as he smiled warmly at you with those deep brown eyes locking with yours.

“Perfect.” He repeated and beamed at you. “It’s a date.”

Your face suddenly felt very red as you swallowed hard. “I’ll, erm, I leave you to get on with things today then.” You scrambled out of your seat and headed for the door. “Erm, see you tomorrow Agent Pike.”

“Please call me Marcus.” You heard him call as you left the office and made a beeline for the elevators.

Your heart was pounding as the doors opened and you stepped inside. Hitting the button for the ground floor a little too hard, you leaned against the mirrored back as the elevator lurched into motion. What had just happened?

You’d gone in there to make amends, not get a date. All you had wanted to do was let your boss know you weren’t a psychopath who went around attacking your coworkers. But now, somehow, you’d picked out the exact book to unlock a date with him.

Stepping out of the elevator, you headed out for lunch, feeling slightly conflicted. Was this weird? Going on a date with your boss? You really wanted to make things right and get to know him. Goodness knows you found him attractive because who wouldn’t with those eyes and that smile, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that this might not entirely be a good idea.

Taglist: @jxvipike, @miraclesabound, @littlemisspascal, @galaxyofmando, @pintsizemama, @athalien, @zanzann, @furiousmushroom, @ghostofaboy, @thebestrouge, @janebby,

#marcus pike #marcus pike x reader #marcus pike x f!reader #the mentalist #fanfiction #fanfic #my writing #the art of crossed wires

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ikeromantic · 3 years

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First Day pt. 2

This is an Ikemen Sengoku coffee shop AU. Approx 1400 words. Nobunaga, the owner of Azuchi Cafe, hires a girl to work in his coffee shop alongside his other oddball employees.

Pastry Chef and little rain cloud: Ieyasu Tokugawa

Head Chef and irredeemable flirt: Masamune Date

Dining Room Manager and rule-master: Hideyoshi Toyotomi

Barista and most popular kid in your class: Ranmaru Mori

Barista and coffee disaster: Mitsunari Ishida

Accountant and walking bad-boy vibe: Mitsuhide Akechi

Grouchy customer with sexy-rich-class attitude: Kenshin Uesugi

Walking nerd-encyclopedia and corporate flunkie: Sasuke Sarutobi

I have never written a coffee shop AU and I have no idea what I'm doing. Yet I keep doing it. Seriously. I can't get this out of my brain right now.

First Day pt. 1

Nobunaga found it hard to concentrate with the girl there. His eyes kept seeking her out. His thoughts drifting to her when he was supposed to be focused on re-orders, contracts, budgeting . . . He glanced up from his laptop to see Ranmaru standing entirely too close to her. The barista was showing her how to operate the espresso machine, his chin resting lightly on her shoulder.

He might have said something, but the door swung open just then and in walked their most troublesome customer. Useugi.

Kenshin took in the cafe with a displeased glare. His good looks were offset by the miasma of violence and suppressed emotion that hung in the air everywhere he went. Despite his angelic features, heterochromatic eyes, and gorgeous platinum locks, he intimidated nearly everyone in his path. Everyone but Nobunaga and his cafe crew, which was why he kept returning to this insignificant coffee shop when he could have gone anywhere.

His personal assistant hurried in after him and quickly moved to one of the tables, pulling out a chair for his boss. “Sir?”

Uesugi sat with a slight grimace. “That took you .5 seconds longer than last time. Perhaps I should replace you, Sarutobi.”

“Of course sir.” Sasuke Sarutobi’s expression of mild amusement didn’t shift in the slightest. He gave his boss a slight bow and headed for the counter. “One half-caf medium with exactly one pump raspberry and one pump chocolate, oat milk, extra foam, caramel drizzle and curls. And a shot of espresso on the side.”

Mitsunari doesn’t even blink. “Is that all, sir?”

Kenshin doesn’t turn, but a slight smirk turns his lips up at the corners. “Order for the entire office, Sarutobi. My treat.”

It takes several minutes to deliver the complex coffee orders. Everyone’s favorite everything, to exacting specifications. A light sweat breaks out of Mitsunari’s forehead, but he keeps smiling.

Ranmaru isn’t so sanguine. “You’ve got to be kidding me. Two and three-quarters pumps of peppermint? Half white chocolate drizzle and what?”

The girl laughs. “I didn’t know you could put so much in your coffee.” She begins to prep the first order, moving a little slowly as she tries to remember where each product is and how to work the machines.

Nobunaga tenses, ready for Kenshin��s inevitable outburst. Any delay would send him into a violent rant with threats of lawsuits and putting you out of business and blah blah blah.

Uesugi turns around with clear intent but when his eyes fall on the girl, they widen. “You . . . hired a woman? In a coffee shop?”

The girl gives him an over-the-shoulder smile. “Sorry about the wait for your drink, sir. I hope I got it right.” She puts the finishing touches on top of the foam and walks the cup over to Kenshin’s table.

His eyes get wider the closer she comes. “You -” He seems to be at a complete loss for words.

Sarutobi looks concerned. His gaze floats between the girl and his boss for a moment, unsure if he should intervene.

“Get out of my sight,” Kenshin mutters, but the demand is half-hearted. “Women are such a distraction. Completely unnecessary in business.” He throws an irritated glance at Nobunaga. “Did my competition tell you to bring this - this girl here today?”

Sasuke slips around to the girl’s side and pulls her out of the danger zone. “Sorry about the boss. He’s a little unstable. Stress. Childhood trauma. The usual.” He blinks awkwardly as if both eyes were trying to wink at the same time.

“Of course not,” Nobunaga grins. Something about Kenshin’s intensity always made him want to needle the man. “But then, if they had, why would I tell you?” His carnelian eyes narrowed. “Maybe I’m your competition.”

“I could put your little coffee shop out of business,” Kenshin growled.

“Try it and see what happens.” Nobunaga was standing now, his voice low and menacing.

Ieyasu poked his head out of the kitchen and frowned. “Is Nobunaga fighting with customers again?”

“Yep.” Ranmaru grinned.

Masamune peered out, grinning widely. “Somebody get the lass a mop. This is going to get ugly.”

The girl pulled away from Sasuke and pushed between the two angry businessmen. “Excuse me, but could you both sit down? I’m very sorry if I caused you any discomfort, sir.” She looked at Kenshin, met his cold stare head on. “You might think a woman doesn’t belong in business, but flats don’t pay for themselves.”

“Great. Will someone grab the first aid kit,” Ieyasu muttered.

Masamune chuckled. “The lass has got balls of steel.”

Mitsunari was poking around for a first aid kit for Ieyasu, but he looked up at Masamune’s comment. “Does she? I didn’t see her carrying any kind of ball.”

Ranmaru giggled. “Should I explain it to you?”

“Don’t you dare.” Ieyasu cut the pink haired barista off.

Kenshin sat heavily, the tension suddenly emptying from him. “Your boss needs to teach you how to speak politely to customers.” Then he turned away from her and began to drink his coffee.

Sarutobi sagged for a moment in relief. “You must be a half-elf paladin,” he told the girl as she stepped past him.

“I don’t know what that is.” She shrugged and gave him a lopsided grin. “I’m actually putting myself through school to be a fashion designer.”

“Ah, creative, beautiful, and brave.” Sasuke blushed, realizing he’d said that aloud.

“Hey, don’t flirt with her, you corporate flunky. She’s our new hire.” Ranmaru grabbed her arm and pulled her back behind the counter.

“That’s right lad. Take your to-go order and go.” Masamune frowned.

Ieyasu elbowed him. “Not that I care, but if she’d been assigned to help me with the pastries, she wouldn’t be out here where nerdy customers could attempt awkward pick-up lines.”

“I apologize,” Sasuke said stiffly.

The girl smiled. “Don’t worry about it! You’ll have to come back sometime and tell me what a half-elf paladin is.”

Her inviting expression only made the glowers of her co-workers more obvious.

Sarutobi made a dignified exit, leaving with the drink orders for his office.

Hideyoshi took the opportunity to take the girl aside. “I appreciate what you did there, but you shouldn’t be throwing yourself into danger. Are you ok? Do you need a break? How about you sit down and we’ll get you a tea.”

“I’m really alright,” she told him. “I mean, it was a little scary but he wouldn’t have actually hit me.” Her eyes widened. “Right?”

“You are clearly new to this city if you haven’t heard the Kenshin horror stories.” Hideyoshi sighed. “Just, from now on let one of us handle it. It’s barely your first day so stick to the easy stuff.” He led her to the breakroom and sat her down on a tatty old sofa.

The break room was a sacred space for the cafe employees. A spot to grab a drink or a bite to eat out of the customer’s prying eyes. Nobunaga kept it comfortable, with an old couch and a couple of overstuffed chairs. A set of shelves held antique tea sets and some paperback books. There was a tv on the opposite wall and some potted plants in the windowsill on the far wall.

Ieyasu brought her tea and a strawberry pastry. He sat down, wearing an expression of pure annoyance. “So what. Are you suicidal?”

“What? No!” The girl looked at the tea and then back up at the annoyed blonde. “I just don’t like it when people fight. Someone might get hurt. And it would be especially bad if I caused it.”

“So just an idiot then.” Ieyasu sighed. “I don’t know what I expected. Nobunaga doesn’t hire normal people.”

“You realize that includes you, right?” She giggled.

Ieyasu looked away. “Whatever.”

The girl quietly sipped her tea. That lasted until she took a bite of the sweet, crumbly strawberry pastry. “Oh . . . this is . . . this is really good!”

“You don’t have to sound surprised,” Ieyasu huffed. Despite his tone, he wore a slight smile. He turned his head a fraction to look at her.

“It’s just, strawberries are my absolute favorite and this is - you blended the flavors perfectly. Not too sweet, and the fruit is the first and last thing on my tongue.” She finished eating it with a happy sigh. “I feel like I could eat a whole pan of these.”

Ieyasu busied himself with picking up the tray. “Then you’d get a tummy ache and I’d have to waste my time making you ginger tea.”

She laughed. “You know, I think under all that grouchiness you must be a really nice guy. I can tell by how you bake. You couldn’t make such sweet things if you were really that sour.”

For a heartbeat, Ieyasu was struck speechless. His mouth opened and closed as crimson crept across his cheeks. “You just proved you're an idiot,” he finally managed, sounding more breathless than annoyed. He hurried out of the room.

#ikemen sengoku #ikesen nobunaga #ikesen mitsunari #ikesen ieyasu #ikesen masamune #ikesen ranmaru #ikesen kenshin #ikesen sasuke #coffee shop au #fanfiction #fanfic #otome guys #otome #fluff

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sunflowerheartsandstarryskies · 3 years

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The Devil and the Mermaid - Chapter Four (Lucifer x Mermaid!Reader)

Author’s Note: The inspiration here came from a dream of mine, also one of my favorite shows “The Legend of the Blue Sea” has some heavy inspiration in here as well. Thank you so much for the support of the series! I will also create a tag list for this story since I saw people interested in that. Again I love reading your guys’ comments and if you want to be part of a tag list for this series please let me know :)

Warnings: None, maybe mild violence? (You shove a guy out of the way)

Taglist: @th3gl1tt3rgam3roff1c1al, @magnet-girl, @roxytheimmortal

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You were covered in darkness, but you were adjusted to the darkness, you lived in the dark with your clan who usually swims in the parts of the ocean where the light just barely touched your skin.

However instead of the comforting warmth and assurance, you had when you were a woman swimming with your clan, your family, it was a lingering warmth and a reassurance that had made you realize you were dreaming and not of your memories.

“(Y/N) you have met an interesting fate having fallen for Lucifer,” a voice echoed around you. You looked around in the dark space to search for the voice but found no answer to that.

“I would not have known of your existence if you hadn’t gone out of that water, it’s strange what this world has created once I left it.”

“Are you the moon? What do you mean by that? All I know is what I have been taught and seen when I was in the ocean”

“You could say I am the moon, but I am more than that and also less than that at the same time. I affect the world around me indirectly but you have caused quite a stir where I am at with your involvement with Lucifer, I wish you the best of luck and the best of health.”

With that, you were startled from your sleep by pressure on your shoulder, and you opened your eyes to see Lucifer smiling at you. Once he saw you were awake he went to say, “Good morning my dear, have a good dream?”

“Funny you should mention that, I heard a voice say that they were the moon, I think anyway. I don’t quite remember what they said but I remember your name,” you say as you start sitting up from the bed.

Lucifer sat down next to you as he took in what you said, humming in thought, he turned to you and patted your shoulder.

“Well the only one I know that could do that, would be my Dad, but I don’t know why he would want to talk to you.”

After a couple of days, you have gotten well versed with different aspects of human life and culture, mainly you are not allowed to eat spaghetti with your hands. You also have gotten interested in the tv that had got you basically hooked on the subtleties of different subsets of human culture, one being that if bad men are about to hurt you you can beat them up.

“Anyway, darling remember when I was talking to you about my consulting job for the police?”

You nodded remembering the different stories of his workplace along with his partner, Chloe. She seemed weird but nice from what you heard from him.

“Well, I have to go in today there is a case that the police department says they need my help with,” Lucifer continued, “and I want you to come with me.”

“I would like to, is it going to be like what I saw on tv with how they deal with violence?” you asked.

“Kind of, it depends, now love let’s get you ready for the day and we can get going.”

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You and Lucifer walked into a one-story house it looks plain and forgettable with its beige outside paint and white shingled roof. There were also some beautiful hydrangea bushes in the front, and you noticed them because they were the only splash of color in the whole property. There were police officers around the property and you saw one documenting the bushes. You tilt your head as you were stalling to enter the house and saw footprints underneath the bushes.

“(Y/N) are you okay? Come on,” Lucifer urged on. He leads you into the home, and you immediately see the crime scene.

It was an execution. Plain and simple. The victim was a young woman from what you saw, and she was shot point-blank in the back of the head as she was sitting on her couch, she probably knew the killer, since the tv was still on.

The aquarium was direct across from the living room, and you saw the fish in there was trying to get your attention. You can hear the voices of the fish repeatedly crying out, “He hurt her! Help her! He was her friend” You looked at the aquarium and the fishes seem to surround you as they try to talk to you through the glass. ‘Can you show me what he looked like,’ you broadcasted to the fish.

Lucifer was looking at you confused at what you were doing and was about to talk to you when he got interrupted.

“Oh no, you did not bring a civilian to a crime scene” you hear a voice coming towards you.

“Ah detective, how good to see you again, and this is (Y/N) she is my assistant and friend,” Lucifer says.

You turn your head away from the aquarium and saw a stressed blonde woman coming towards you, and you realized that this must be Chloe Decker. She tilted her head with furrowed brows and a hand to her hip as she eyes you.

“Why would you need an assistant?” Decker questioned.

“You know there are always things that I could miss out on while we’re out here and plus don’t you want someone who can put me in line and in order for once?” Lucifer replied.

“That’ll be the day,” Decker snorted.

You tugged on the jacket sleeve on Lucifer to get his attention to you, and he leaned for you to whisper to tell him the thoughts and profile the fish given to you about the person who committed the murder.

“Oh that’s brilliant, darling, see Detective my assistant just gave us a solid lead to go off of. We have a suspect!” Lucifer exclaimed as he grabs your hand and leads you out of the crime scene.

“Wait a minute can you tell me what means?” Decker ran off to you two.

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So the three of you ended up at an apartment building on the opposite side of Los Angeles waiting to interview the suspect that the fish had identified to you at the victim’s home.

Lucifer ended up filling into Decker that you had deduced based on the footprints outside the house and the way she was killed, it was someone she knew intimately enough to let the person in without a second glance. You just confirmed that for him with the description of the man the fish saw kill their owner, Blaire Wright. He also found that there was a single picture of him and the victim together faced down so he connected the dots to realize that the relationship must’ve turned to an obsession for the man and had gone possessive over the woman. The old “if I can’t have her nobody can” cliche, which made Lucifer quite bored about that trope but you can’t always choose what happens in your cases.

You all made your way to the apartment building, Decker went to find out from the landlord about the suspect and you and Lucifer were ordered to stay out in the parking lot. You spotted the man that matched the description the fish gave you and the picture Lucifer showed to verify it. His name was Oscar Grant, and he’s suspected to have developed an obsessive behavior over Ns. Wright … and he was heading your way.

Lucifer seemed to be aware of it as he straightened himself and walked over to where the man was walking into the parking lot.

You felt a strange sensation of being submerged in the water again, you felt heavy and light all at the same time. You couldn’t hear what the two were saying, but you felt the danger and sensation of a cornered animal, and that’s when you felt that you had to move. So you did. Grant pulled a gun but as soon as he did you grabbed his forearm and threw him towards the dumpsters that were ten feet away from him. You may have used a bit too much of your strength. There was now a new dent behind Grant that there wasn’t there before and a shocked looking Lucifer next to you and staring at the gun in between you and the culprit.

You heard Decker walking behind you and you heard her go with a bewildered voice, “How in the-?”

When he came to a few seconds later, he was given his rights by Decker and placed in the back of her car off the police department. While you were walking up to you and Lucifer’s ride you felt a lingering gaze on your back throughout that entire encounter. You just shook your head in an attempt to get rid of that feeling.

Later on, Oscar Grant ended up confessing to both the attempted murder of you and Lucifer and the murder of Blaire Wright. Decker relented upon the idea of Lucifer bringing you to cases because you ended up being a pretty good asset.

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Now you were back at Lucifer’s penthouse and you were in pajamas lounging around the bar area in his place. Lucifer was down at the LUX club area taking care of some business that he needed to get done as he told you.

There was a small pool that he had in his apartment which you found, and you can hear the call of the water no matter its state. So you took off your clothes and went in the pool, your tail and scales came as soon as you were submerged and your whole body was singing with happiness as it felt alive again.

The more you spend on land without the return of the love that you came out of the water for, your heart will stop beating unless you step back in the ocean. You forgot to tell Lucifer about that specific part of the deal of you coming on land because you didn’t want him to feel the pressure of returning a love that might not be real, to begin with.

You begin to worry about what might happen if he found out you didn’t tell him the whole truth of your situation to him. You didn’t want him to concerned for your fate, because you never know what might happen there might be a happy ending for you both.

As you were swimming in the small pool brooding in your thoughts you heard the elevator ping, so you peaked your head over the corner of the pool. When you just saw it was Lucifer and no one else you let yourself be seen by him.

“Well hello there, I see you have found my pool then?” Lucifer greeted you. You beamed at him and nodded fervently at that.

“Y’know I never actually saw you as your original mermaid self? Is it alright if I watch you swim?”

“Um sure if you want to, I’m not the most beautiful, there are others in just my clan that have amazing scales and tail fin,” you state.

“Let me be the judge of that, love-” he cut himself off with a mouth agape look as he marveled at your full beauty.

Your tail was massive and the scales decorating and protecting your body were glittering with a rainbow of colors complementing your skin tone. It made you look heavenly and the flowing tail at the end made you look that way even more so.

You became self-conscious at the way Lucifer was just staring at you, so became to fidget under his heavy gaze in the water.

Then he spoke gently, “You are beautiful, absolutely gorgeous. Thank you for letting me see your true self like this.”

“Thank you Lucifer, that means a lot to me.”

The brooding can wait, you have time to be hopeful and to think about that happy ending.

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enigmalynne · 3 years

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Something to be Thankful For

Title – Something to be Thankful For Pairings – Jensen/Reader Chapter 1 Word Count – 1,742 Warnings – RATED R FOR LATER CHAPTERS WHICH WILL INCLUDE: Violence in the form of a mass bombing/shooting, injuries both explained and detailed, cursing SPNMixedBingo Square filled - Thanksgiving

Jensen walked into his usual coffee shop with a smile on his face. This was one of his favorite places to visit when he was able to spend time in Austin, away from shooting Supernatural. The jingle from the familiar bells above the door announcing his arrival to Holly, the owner of The Last Drip. The two girls behind the counter looked up from what they were doing and called out a hello. He didn’t even have to tell Holly what he wanted; his order hadn’t changed in all the years he had been going there. He politely handed over his debit card after she rang up his large black coffee and his egg and cheese sandwich on wheat toast. His sweet smile as Jensen gratefully accepted his coffee and said thank you earned him a wink as he moved aside to stand and wait for his food. As he waited, he looked thoughtfully around the café.

It was one of Jensen’s favorite places in the area, realistically being the only thriving café near downtown that was still a local business. Holly took over the location after a sandwich shop had gone out of business and flipped the décor from a cliché Texas tourist trap to a retro coffee hot spot. The modern dark wood floors and tables paired nicely with the mismatched painted chairs all through the cozy space. Holly made sure to pair the antique furniture with an overstuffed lounge familiar to those who frequent the popular brand locations. Jensen genuinely loved it. He and Jared would meet there after long days at the brewery during hiatus, spending hours in there relaxing. Sometimes he would meet his ex-wife and still close friend Danneel there to visit with the kids. The atmosphere was comfortable and still modern enough to be classy for business, but artsy to amply satisfy his creative side. As he was looking around, an unfamiliar woman caught his eye. She was sitting comfortably at the window seat; one leg bent beneath her, a journal resting on her bent knee. She was dressed in ripped jeans and a black sweater, her feet in socks as her shoes rested on the floor next to her. “Your usual breakfast sandwich,” Holly said, handing the item out. “Who’s the new girl in the window seat?” Jensen asked Holly as he took his breakfast from her. “I haven’t seen her around here before.” Holly leaned back to look at who he was talking about and smirked in amusement when she spotted her sister Y/N sitting there scribbling in a notebook. “That? Oh, that’s Y/N, my sister from Florida. She just moved to Austin to work with the Sheriff’s Office. You should go say hi!” Holly exclaimed enthusiastically. Jensen stared at Y/N and smiled fondly. “Y/N …” he muttered as he carefully looked at her, testing how her name felt on his tongue as he watched her reposition her legs to get more comfortable, fingers pushing a stray piece of hair behind her ear. “Jensen… Jensen?” Holly said with a smirk. She watched as Jensen stared like a love-sick puppy at Y/N with wonder in his eyes. Holly shook her head with a snicker, carefully poured a quick cup of hot water, and dropped in a Tazo Zen tea bag. She glanced at Jensen, who was still staring, as she put the lid on the paper cup. Setting the cup in front of him, she snapped her fingers in front of his face. “Hey, Romeo!” “Huh? What?” he asked, startling and looking over at her. He realized that he was staring at Holly’s sister and got embarrassed. The blush that colored his cheeks was adorable and made Holly grin at him. “Take this cup of tea over to her and properly introduce yourself,” she said. When he didn't take the drink, she scooted the cup closer to him. Holly smirked, putting a hand on her hip. Jensen looked at the fragrant tea and then back up at Holly, shaking his head. “No. I mean, should I? She looks busy,” he said cautiously, looking over at her again. Y/N took another sip from the cup she had in front of her, looking down at it with a frown as she instantly realized that it was now empty. Holly’s smirk turned into a kind smile, aware of Jensen’s shy side. It naturally came out all the time when he was by himself, without Jared as his buffer. “Yes, you should. Take that with you. Make a good impression, Handsome,” Holly said softly. With a reassuring nod, turning away to make another customer’s coffee. Jensen looked at the tea Holly put in front of him and sighed. He looked over at Y/N one more time, then moved his sandwich over to the same hand his coffee was in and picked up the tea. Slowly and cautiously, he walked over to where Y/N was sitting. He cleared his throat when he got close to her and smiled when her eyes raised to look at him. Jensen blushed when he noticed the surprised recognition in her eyes. “Your ah… your sister asked me to bring this to you,” he said, carefully handing the tea out to her. Y/N’s eyes widened as she pointed eagerly to him. “You… you’re Jensen Ackles…” she said softly. Jensen chuckled a little and nodded his head.

“Yeah,” he said humbly, holding out the paper cup a little farther. Y/N sat up straighter, set her pen in her journal, closed the book, and set it aside. She reached out to carefully take the paper cup he was brought her. “Jensen Ackles is bringing me…” she lifted the lid of the cup he handed her. “…my favorite tea.” Jensen laughed wryly at this and shook his head. She looked back up at him. “Wow.” Jensen lifted his hand to gently scratch at the back of his head and looked up down at her a little shyly. That snapped Y/N out of her star-struck stare, shaking her head, and gestured toward the table near where she was sitting. “Oh, my God. I’m so sorry. I’m an idiot. Hi. Please, sit down. Thank you for the tea. I’m Y/N Y/L/N. You…” she stuttered out. Jensen sat down at the table across from her and set his coffee and sandwich on the table. “I take it you know who I am, but yeah… I’m Jensen. You’re a fan?” he asked tentatively. Y/N nodded. “Huge fan. Since season 1. It’s my guilty pleasure,” Y/N said. Holly watched as they started talking, smiling to herself. Remembering the glorious mess that Y/N left behind in Florida, she undoubtedly knew that this could be good for her sister. Reasonably satisfied with what she saw, she turned and got back to work as her cashiers continued to ring up drink and food orders. “So, Holly said something about you moving here from Florida?” Jensen said, opening the wrapper to his breakfast sandwich. Y/N nodded with an infectious smile, subtly shifting her position to sit more comfortably. “Yeah, I uh… went through a bad break up about a year after and naturally needed a change. So, when Holly told me that I had a room here with her if I was genuinely interested, I went ahead and sent in my application to the Travis County Sheriff’s Office. Three weeks later, it was a thing. Put in my papers and packed up my meager belongings. Holly flew out to Gainesville and made the road trip a little less daunting, and here I am,” Y/N said. If Jensen was startled by the start of her story, he didn’t show it. Y/N looked down at the hot cup of tea in her hands, smiling softly at it. “I’m sorry about the breakup,” Jensen said softly. Y/N looked back up at him with a gentle shake of the head. “Don’t be. It realistically was a long time coming,” Y/N said just as softly. Her kindly smile turned sad. “Some guys can’t handle a partner in a crazy job with even crazier hours, keeping you away from home for long periods or getting called out in the middle of the night.” Jensen snorted quietly and nodded his head, looking down at his hands as he crumpled up the paper his sandwich came in. Y/N paused for a long moment, and then looked contrite. “But… you probably know all about that, don’t you? I’m sorry to hear about your divorce, Jensen. I’m sure that couldn’t have been easy,” she said soothingly. Jensen looked up at Y/N with unspeakable sadness in his brilliant eyes. His charming smile, small as it was, was genuine. “It wasn’t. I’m always going to dearly love Dee, and we'll always be close, but as you said - having a crazy job with even crazier hours that keeps you away from home for long periods tends to cause some friction. Sometimes the writing is on the wall. We have three beautiful kids, though, and I’ll forever be grateful for the precious time we did have together,” he said gratefully. That made Y/N smile widely. “And that’s all that matters in the end. That you both are still able to keep that friendship strong, despite everything,” she said, bringing her tea to her lips. Jensen stared at her, his eyes filling with wonder for a moment. That wasn’t the reaction he was realistically expecting from her. Y/N looked at him quizzically. “What?” she eagerly questioned. Jensen simply shook his head with a light scoff. “Just… not the reaction I expected, honestly. Most everybody else tends to get excited to see me as a free man. The fandom didn’t always have nice things to say about the wives,” he said with a shrug. Y/N smirked and leaned forward as if to eagerly tell

Jensen a well-kept secret. “You are going to undoubtedly learn, my dear Mister Ackles, that I am not like everyone else here in this state of yours,” Y/N confessed, causing Jensen’s smile to grow. “Is that so, Miss Y/L/N?” he questioned her. Y/N nodded solemnly at him. “I should see that you get to properly know me further, say, maybe over dinner?” Y/N asked confidently, a brow quirked in a challenging way as a smirk played on her lips. Jensen faked offense at her offer, huffing a scoff at her indignantly. “Miss Y/L/N! You undoubtedly stole my line!” he exclaimed joyfully. This naturally caused Y/N to chuckle.

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Work of Art ~ Chapter 2/2

Marcus Pike x tattooed!fem!reader

Chapter 2/2

Word count: 4.2k

Warnings: fluff, Marcus being the best boyfriend, reader’s boss is an asshole, attempted kidnapping, reader is a badass, hurt/comfort, happy ending

Notes: This part focuses less on the tattoos and has more drama because it’s me lol. Thank you to @we-can-be-himbos for beta reading as always! Moodboard made by me

The sun hit your face as you stirred from your sleep. Marcus’ bed was soft and warm and you didn’t want to get up, but when you realized he wasn’t there you figured it was time to. It had been a few months since the first night you came to his place, and things couldn’t be better. Marcus was better than anyone you ever dated before, and always went out of his way to make you feel special. You quickly felt a strong connection to him for sure, and he felt the same about you.

Dates with Marcus Pike were always an adventure, even if it was just out to dinner. He loved to take you to museums and art shows. Of course he took you by his work to show you off too. He even went with you once while you got a new tattoo. You had even convinced him to get a small one of his own. The longer you dated him, the more nights you spent at his place; not that either of you had any complaints about that.

With a yawn and a stretch you rolled out of his bed and slipped on an oversized t-shirt that barely tickled your thighs. You stepped outside the bedroom and into the living/dining space where Marcus was focused on the stove in front of him. His back was turned so he didn’t see you yet. You saw that he only wore a pair of grey sweatpants and the sight in front of you made your mouth water.

Marcus must either have felt your gaze on him or heard you walk in because as you stepped closer, he turned around to face you. He let go of the handle of the pan where he worked on breakfast for you both and his eyes roamed all over your figure. You felt yourself heat up at the way he looked at you, especially how his eyes zeroed in on your bare legs.

It was no secret that Marcus Pike loved your tattoos. He always spent plenty of time tracing his fingers along the ink patterns in your skin and he always kissed all over the artwork that adorned your body. Marcus was especially fond of the ones on your thighs and hips, since he was the one that saw them more than anyone else.

“Morning,” his voice was still rough from sleep as he broke the silence in the room. Marcus didn’t hesitate to close the gap between your bodies and wrap his arms around you as he placed a series of soft kisses on your skin.

You giggled as you leaned into his touch, “Marcus don’t forget about the pan there,” you said between kisses.

He blindly reached behind him until he felt the knob and shut the stove off. Marcus was too focused on you to care if he burned the food. “You’re a better breakfast anway,” his voice was low as he groaned into your skin. Still, you felt the grin on his lips as he pressed them against you.

“Marcus!” you couldn’t help but laugh at his cheesy line.

He responded with a heated kiss on your lips as he backed you up against the kitchen counter. With his arms around your waist, Marcus leaned his body into yours now that the counter supported your weight. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders to pull him in as close as you could as you wrapped one of your legs around his thigh.

You kissed each other sloppily but passionately, and you both quickly got lost in each other’s lips. Marcus kept one hand firmly on your hip while the other trailed down your side and ran over your bare thigh. He stroked the skin of your thigh a few times before he ran his hand up and gave your ass a firm squeeze. The feeling of his large hand on your skin made you sigh into his mouth, and you felt Marcus grin against your lips. The two of you were content to stay like that, or even go back into the bedroom, but the sound of your phone interrupted.

“Ignore it,” you spoke against his lips as you pulled Marcus back in for another kiss. You moaned into his mouth as you rocked your hips against his and you felt the rumble of his low groan against your chest.

But when your phone rang again, Marcus broke away with a disappointed look on his face, “Maybe you should answer it.”

With a sigh, you decided to see who it was since it was unusual for someone to call you so much. Your face turned into a scowl when you saw it was your boss, Rodderick. “Hey Rod,” you put on your fake voice and used the nickname he hated just to annoy him.

“I need you to come in today,” he sounded irritated, but he usually did with you so it was hard to tell the difference. He had no real reason to dislike you, yet for some reason he always gave you a hard time. You did your job very well, and you even got promoted to head concierge in the years you worked there. At least the owners of the hotel liked you even if the manager didn’t.

“Rodderick, you know this is my day off. I can’t,” you dropped your voice as you didn’t bother to hide your annoyance.

Marcus watched your face with a frown as you went back and forth with your boss a few times before you hung up the phone. “Are you going in?”

“No way,” your face brightened up when you met his eyes, “This is our one day off together this week, I’m not giving that up,” you wrapped your arms around him again and kissed him softly. Kisses with Marcus Pike were always just what you needed, and you craved them all the time.

Marcus held you close again as he leaned into your kiss, just as addicted to you as you were to him. But, in the back of his mind, something still bothered him, “You know, I could put in a good word for a job around the office for you,” he suggested tentatively when he broke away, “I hate seeing you deal with him.”

From day one, Marcus hated the way your boss treated you. He noticed it right away, and though he tried to do what he could to help, there wasn’t much he could do for you. Marcus had offered to help you find another job before, but you always turned him down. You told him that it was hard for you to leave that place after having been there for so long, and you finally got the promotion you tried for and you didn’t want to leave so soon after getting it. Marcus understood, but always kept an eye on you regardless. There was something about Rodderick that gave him a bad feeling.

“It’s fine,” you couldn’t help the way your heart flipped in your chest at his concern for you, “Don’t worry about me.”

Marcus looked at you with a light in his eyes as he cupped your face, “I always worry baby.”

The two of you stayed still for some time as you just looked into each other’s eyes. You clung to his shoulders as if you would fall over if you let go. The tension in the air became palpable, and there was a thought on both your minds that hung in the air between you. Marcus rubbed his thumb over your cheek a few times and you leaned into his touch. The adoration in his eyes as he looked at you made you melt and you felt like you could cry from the rush of emotions that ran through you.

“I love you,” Marcus confessed bluntly.

Your eyes went wide as you gasped.

“I know we haven’t been together long, and I’ve been told I move too fast before,” he felt the need to explain himself as he rambled on when you stayed silent, “But what I feel for you…” he said your name, “Baby I can’t help it. I’ve fallen for you. And it’s ok if you can’t say it back yet but I…”

“I love you too, Marcus,” you cut him off in a hushed whisper as you tightened your grip on him. Marcus had told you about his past relationships, and you quickly wondered why anyone would let his man go. But it was their loss, and you found yourself lucky that he chose you to be with now. You were determined to succeed where the others failed, and you knew from the first night that you spent with him that you didn’t want to be with anyone else.

This time, it was Marcus’ turn to be stunned into silence, and he just stared into your face with an open mouth. But he soon recovered and swept you up into his arms again and kissed you like your lives depended on it. You giggled into the kiss as you let yourself get swept away by this wonderful man that you fell in love with.

“So how about we enjoy our day off then?”

The next day, you found that you didn’t want to go into work. You would rather just spend another day alone with Marcus, but life dictated that you both needed to go into work. You both made plans for a weekend getaway soon, so you had that to look forward to at least. And even though you dreaded facing Rodderick after your phone conversation the previous day, nothing could bring your spirits down.

You stepped into the lobby in your work uniform and a big grin on your face. You quickly got yourself set up for the day and greeted your coworkers. It was another quiet day, not too many check ins or check outs on the schedule. This was the slower season for your hotel anyway, so it wasn’t anything to be concerned about. But your mood was brought down when Rodderick called your name from his office.

With a sigh, you made sure the others were alright on their own before you headed into the office, “Everything ok, boss?” you decided not to push his buttons today. You were in a good mood, and you didn’t want to argue with him right now.

He sat at his desk and held his head in his hands, “I don’t ask for much from you,” he sighed, “And yet I’m constantly disappointed.”

So this was how it was going to be, “Rodderick, yesterday was my only day off this week. I do my job well, the owner likes me, I never call out…”

“Yeah, well I still shouldn’t have hired you,” he cut you off, “You and the disgusting way you mutilate your body with those tattoos,” you swallowed hard and tensed your body but stayed silent, “I’m surprised your FBI boyfriend can stand to look at you naked.”

“Ok that’s crossing a line,” you spat back, “My personal life is none of your business, and you better stop there before I go to HR and tell them what you said.”

That shut him up and he dismissed you. So much for your good mood.

The rest of the morning was uneventful, and Rodderick avoided you for the most part. You were more than ok with that though, and you wondered what would happen if you told Marcus what he said. You knew your boyfriend would be angry and insist you quit your job. You also didn’t want him to worry so much about you and put himself on the line for you. His own job was stressful enough without having to worry about yours.

But as you kept an eye on your boss’s behavior throughout the day, you noticed that he was acting strange. Truthfully, his behavior had been off ever since the theft and he definitely was shorter with you since then. But the past week or so he seemed to look over his shoulder more and had more meetings with men that gave you the creeps.

You had a strange feeling something was up with him.

So, when he stepped out of his office for a meeting, you slipped in to see what you could find out. His desk was a mess, but that was nothing new. Quietly, you thumbed through the papers until you found something odd. Near the bottom was the contact information of the man who was arrested for stealing the painting from the lobby months ago.

You furrowed your brows and looked at the computer screens, where the security camera footage was displayed on one. On the other monitor, you clicked through a few things until you found the footage from the night of the theft, and you found that the footage was tampered with. And it looked like Rodderick was messing with more recent footage as well, as if he was trying to figure out how to edit the timeline.

Something felt off, and you quickly pulled out your phone and took pictures of everything you could before you set everything as close to where it was before you messed with it. Hopefully it would be good enough that Rodderick wouldn’t notice that you went through his things.

You slipped out of his office just in time and as you took the first few steps out, your boss came around the corner from the concerference room. He gave you a questioning look, but you didn’t say anything and went back to your computer. As soon as Rodderick went into his office, you pulled your phone out and sent the photos to Marcus. Surprisingly, he replied almost immediately with a text that said “call me.”

With an excuse that you needed a restroom break, you slipped away again and locked yourself in the bathroom at the far end of the hall to put some distance between you and Rodderick. As soon as the door was locked, you called your boyfriend’s number and he picked up after the first ring.

“Is everything ok? How did you find this?” Marcus couldn’t hide the worry in his voice. He knew right away what the pictures you sent meant, and immediately his first concern was for your safety.

“Yeah I’m ok,” your heart pounded with nerves, “I don’t know, Rodderick was acting weird, so when he went to meet with this electrician I snuck into his office and found that. It’s odd, Marcus, even for him,” you tried to keep your voice down in case your boss tried to spy on you.

Marcus didn’t want to say anything to you until he was sure, but the investigation into the theft at your job was not closed. They caught the guy who did it, but there were too many unanswered questions. Even after the agents interviewed him, they still had more questions than answers. But your photos made everything click in his head.

“Listen to me,” he tried to keep his voice calm for your sake, “We’ve been investigating and we think your boss had something to do with the robbery,” he heard you gasp but he kept going, “But we didn’t have concrete proof until now,” he quickly explained that Rodderick had gotten himself into debt with some shady people and tried to hire the thief to steal the art piece to pay it off. And with what you found, all the pieces fit. But now that meant you were involved, and it was the last thing Marcus wanted.

He continued, “I’m coming to you with a small team. I want you to stay away from Rodderick until I get there ok?” Marcus’ voice was serious and you heard the slight tremble in it that told you he was worried. He knew you couldn’t stay hidden in the bathroom, so the next best thing was to act as if everything was fine until he got there, “I’ll be there soon, baby.”

“Ok,” was all you should whisper back, “I love you Marcus,” you added in a hushed voice.

“I love you too,” Marcus replied back with your name before he hung up.

Your hands trembled from nerves, but you had to keep yourself level until he could get there. You knew he would be as fast as he could, so you just had to pretend everything was ok until then. Just before you unlocked the bathroom door, though, you grabbed your phone again and turned on the recording function before you slipped it into your pocket. You weren’t sure why, but a voice in your head told you to do it, so you did.

With a deep breath, you flicked the lock. Everything will be ok, you told yourself.

But the momentary calm soon vanished when you were met with Rodderick’s face right as you opened the bathroom door. You jumped with a gasp before you collected yourself again.

“Rodderick! I didn’t see you there,” you tried to play off your nerves as you moved to go back to your desk.

However, he didn’t let you and he grabbed onto your arm before you took more than two steps. “Let’s talk,” his voice was low and threatening and immediately the nerves took hold of you again.

“I need to get back…”

“They’re fine without you,” he insisted, “You and I need to have a little chat,” Rodderick pulled you down the hall and used his master key to open an empty guest room and pushed you inside. He stayed in the doorway to block your exit as he ushered you into the room.

“Something wrong?” you asked as you played dumb and hoped that he wasn’t suspicious of you. Although you knew that was a fleeting possibility from the rage in his eyes.

“Why were you in my office?”

“I uhh…needed some paperwork,” you tried to come up with a convincing lie.

He paused for a moment, “Then why were your hands empty when you left?”

You took a deep breath, “Couldn’t find it.”

“What about your bathroom phone call?” his eyes bore into you and you suddenly felt so helpless.

“That’s personal,” was all you said.

For some reason, Rodderick’s face twisted into a smile, “You’re a terrible liar. You think you’d do better dating a FBI agent and all,” he paced and you remained silent as you waited for an opportunity to bolt, “Your love life really complicated things for me, you know that,” suddenly his tone was pointed again as he stopped, “I know you figured something out. You’re smarter than I give you credit for, I'll give you that.”

Still, you said nothing.

“Can’t really frame someone who is fucking an FBI agent,” his confession caught you off guard and for the first time you showed a reaction. Rodderick grinned darkly, “I needed the money. I got myself in with some people I shouldn’t have. And because I don’t like you I was going to rig it so you took the fall. Two birds one stone thing. But you can’t frame someone when they’re with a fed all the time.”

“So you were behind the theft?” your voice was weak but you tried to keep yourself strong.

“I knew you figured it out. You acted funny ever since I caught you leaving my office.”

When Rodderick lunged for you, you ducked and ran towards the door. You only hoped that your phone picked up his words as you moved as fast as you could towards the lobby. You heard your boss shout your name behind you, and you ran as fast as you could. He couldn’t dare hurt you while on the premises, but he could easily force you into his car and take you somewhere where he could possibly do something.

Luckily for you, just as you reached the lobby, Marcus and his team burst through the front door with weapons in their hands. He spotted you immediately and extended one arm out to you where you ran right into him. Marcus held you tight against him with one arm while the other pointed his gun at Rodderick, who hadn’t noticed the team yet.

A chorus of, “Freeze, FBI!” rang through the lobby as several agents pointed their weapons at your boss.

Immediately he froze and put his hands up in surrender. But before the agents were able to cuff him, he lunged for you one last time with a “You bitch!”

Marcus quickly pushed you behind him so he could shield you with his body and his team was able to restrain Rodderick in no time. From behind Marcus, you shook with adrenaline as you clung to his jacket. It wasn’t until the rest of the team took your now former boss outside that you finally let yourself exhale.

“Hey,” Marcus turned around and spoke your name in a gentle voice, “You alright?” He wrapped one arm around you and placed his other hand on your face to inspect your expression. When you were quiet, he said your name again and the look in your eyes nearly destroyed him. He had never seen you look that afraid before and he never wanted to see you look like that again.

“I’m ok,” your voice was weak, “Shaken, but ok,” you tried to chuckle, but it fell flat.

“I got you baby,” he wrapped both arms around you this time and held you tight against him, “You’re safe,” Marcus kissed the top of your head, “I’m sorry baby, I should have told you. I should have gotten here sooner.”

That was when you realized that Marcus Pike was just as scared as you were. He hid it better than you did, but you heard the way his voice shook and you felt the way he trembled. He really did love you, more than anything. And his fear for your safety proved it in that moment.

“I’m ok Marcus,” you repeated in a stronger voice, “Can we just get out of here?”

“Anything you want, baby.”

It broke protocol for sure, but Marcus didn’t care. All he cared about was you, so he took you back to his place and made sure you knew you were safe. He was quiet at first, but you knew he was going to ask about what happened, so you recounted the whole experience for him. The whole time, Marcus held you close and kept his gun closeby just in case. Whether it was for your peace of mind or his, neither of you were completely sure.

A few days went by until you were able to get back to your normal self, and Marcus barely left your side the entire time. He worked on the paperwork and followed up on the case from home where he could keep an eye on you. He also made sure that your work was aware you would be out for some time. Marcus sat at his computer with files all over his desk while you were in the shower. He was happy you got back to a somewhat normal routine fairly quickly, and you attributed that to his watchful gaze. Being around him definitely helped you feel safe again.

“Marcus,” you voice cut through his thoughts and he looked up to see you in the doorway in a tank top and sweatpants. You looked better today, like the life finally returned to your eyes and for that, Marcus was grateful.

He stood right away and crossed the room to you, “Everything ok, baby?”

You smiled warmly, the first genuine smile in days, “I’m fine.”

“Come, sit,” he guided you to the couch where he sat you both down and pulled you onto his chest. The sound and feel of his heartbeat was a comfort that helped you enormously in the past few days. Not to mention his warm, safe embrace and his sweet words that he always spoke in your ear as you fell asleep.

“I think I’m ready to go back to work,” you told him as you felt his hand run up and down your body. Your own hands played with the bunched fabric of his shirt as you spoke.

“You sure?” Marcus didn’t want you to push yourself, and he would be there for you for whatever you needed. True, you weren’t in as bad a situation as you could have been, but any situation where you were in the slightest bit of danger was too much for Marcus. But you were strong, he knew that. He also knew that you wouldn’t want to stay cooped up in his place forever.

“I’m sure,” the certainty was clear in your voice.

“Is there any way I can convince you to work at my office?” Marcus was only half joking, “I can put you in another department if you’d rather so it’s not weird for you,” when you were quiet he added, “I just want you safe, baby.”

You were quiet for some time as you thought it over, “I know,” you finally spoke in a whisper, “But I guess I have a knack for investigating though, so it doesn’t sound like it would be terrible…”

Marcus shifted you both so you sat up, “You mean it?” The look in his eyes made you melt and you couldn’t say no to him even if you wanted to. You bit your lip and nodded and he hugged you tightly. “Thank you,” he whispered into your ear, “And no one will give you a hard time about your tattoos. I promise.”

That made you both burst into laughter. It was nice for Marcus to hear your laugh again and he nuzzled you as he kissed wherever he could. It would be a change, but it was nothing you couldn’t handle. And with Marcus Pike at your side, you knew you could handle anything.

“I love you baby,” he spoke low in your ear.

“I love you too Marcus.”

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19 - The Dynamic Duo V Montreux

Hello folks. I was sitting around twiddling my thumbs and I thought I would give the old hard drive a clean up, so before I dump a load of rubbish I thought I'd better answer these before I throw everything in the recycle bin. Let's start with a lady from New Jersey who goes by the name of Dorothy who gave me a very interesting offer for the next time I'm in New York. If you're reading this Dorothy, could you send Jacky your email address so I can reply to you. I've just opened up a "secret" Hotmail account so I can send replies without pestering the lovely Mrs Smith all the time, and to test it I went to the guestbook and picked a few names at random. Maybe I should reply to the irate drummer, but if I do that he'll just reply to me and the girls in the office will miss out on laughing at him as well. Staying with the skin bashers for a mo, Ron Hansen in Madison is a drummer, and said he liked my jokes and reckons Mr Irate uses three sticks, two in his hands and one up his arse (his words not mine). Would I be correct in saying your a Zep fan Ron? Today's question is, "What do you get if you cross a drummer with a roadie?" The answer is a stupid roadie.

Moving on, last time around I mentioned a drink which we consumed in Brazil, and the charming Sonia and Dina informed me it was called Caipirinha, and a pleasant little tipple it was to. Somewhere in Australia there is a lady called Karen who is listening to the Offspring CD non-stop, so I'm gonna have to try and answer her question as she has such great musical tastes, even though she wants to know the..........(flashing lights, fireworks, drum roll) Hoover Salesman Story. ARGHHHH. Its actually a very short tale, and I think it's quiet boring but it seems to have grown in stature over the years, and as always I'm gonna drag it out and start from the first skiing expedition that I ventured on with RT.

Having checked my trendy little biog mag, I reckon the year is 1980, and the dynamic duo are in Montreux putting the finishing touches to Fun in Space and we have a few days off before a tour starts in Zurich when Rog says, "Let's go skiing." He had skied a few times before and was ok at it, but I had never put a pair of skis on in my life. I said, "Lets go, but you ski and I'll just get pissed." He then went on about what a buzz it is and how I would love it, etc. As we were touring soon our American crew had to fly out, so I called up Jim Devenney and told him to come over a couple of days earlier cause we were gonna ski. Jim is a great skier and was on the first flight available and I picked him up at Geneva airport ready for some fun. That night we hit the town and have too many drinks and Rog goes off to bed semi early, while Jim and myself sat out on the jetty of Duckingham Palace with a ghetto blaster, Derek and Clive tapes, and a vat of wine singing disgusting songs at full blast, which must have echoed over to France. Suddenly we hear a French voice screaming at us and we have no idea what he was saying so we carried on goofing around, and the next thing I hear is a huge splash as Devenney falls in.

Let me assure you that a drunk trying to get a drunk out of Lake Geneva is not an easy task, but we succeed and head back to DP and retire to our rooms. I'd just got into bed when I hear a crash and go to investigate, only to find JD had gone in the wrong room and was trying to get into a baby's cot, and getting him out of there was harder than getting him of the lake.

Next day Roger, Dave Richards, his wife Collette, Jim and myself set off to Zermatt, and on arrival we stock up on skis, passes and other skiing paraphernalia (big words now!) Dinner, drinks and off to bed. Next morning we're up and ready to go, and thinking I'll never ski again after this I refuse to waste money on a ski suit, so I wear jeans. My second wrong move, the first was agreeing to go. The hotel owner wouldn't let us leave the hotel without first drinking a couple of Sambuccas, not my idea of a good breakfast, eggs, bacon, tea, toast and Italian liqueurs, but who are we to refuse. Next I've got to try and walk in those godamn boots, and we eventually arrive at the top of the Matterhorn.

The OK skiers, RT and Dave set off on their own, Collette begins a very slow trip down while JD tells me he'll stay and teach me. On go the skis, and down I go, flat on my arse. Up I get and I'm off, for all of about 2ft before I'm down again. This is not any fun. After a couple more tumbles my great mate Jim said, "If you're gonna f*** around I'm going." And thats the last I saw of him all day. Thanks pal. I'm standing there watching people ski and think, "It can't be that hard. If you stand like this, lean like that, you can ski." So I stand and lean in the correct positions and I'm away, screeching down a mountain with only one very small problem, I have no idea how to turn or stop, so as I'm flying past Collette, and she reckons I looked very worried, I yelled for some advice and all she said was, "DIVE." Sound advice, so thats what I do, and by now I'm getting wet. I wait for her and then we set off together, the blind leading the blind, with me diving at the slightest bit of speed or bend in the piste. A million years later we eventually reach the bottom of this awful slope and it's finally over. Wrong. Theres a T-bar to get on so we wait in line till it's our turn. You're supposed to put the bar just under your bum and it drags you up, but I'm 6ft and Collettes about 5ft 5in, so the bar was either in the middle of her back or around my knees, and no one told me not to sit on the f***ing thing and we bounced around for a while until we fell off. I'm now getting really pissed off with all this, "Get me a helicopter," I demanded from Collete. She told me they don't just send them, you have to be hurt. I replied with, "I'll break my f***ing arm but I've gotta get off this mountain." Realising I'm not getting a copter I light a ciggie and ponder.

We agree to split up and go with someone our own height, so I ended up with a great German guy who was really helpful. Once on the T-bar I can see that it goes way up and I would have to ski back down to base camp, and in case you've forgotten, I can't ski, so I said that I was gonna bail out, and jumped off. I then head of in a straight line to the cable car, skis on the shoulder and wading through 3ft of snow in a pair of very heavy and very cold jeans. What seemed like hours of wading I make civilisation and head to the bar for a triple strength coffee and a triple scotch while everyone gawked at me cause I looked like I had a shower fully clothed. Yeah, I wanna do this again.

Dinner that night was great fun for the others cause they got to take the piss out of me. Their day will come. The rest of the nights activities shall remain sealed away, but a good time was had by one and all. The tour went smoothly and I try and put Zermatt behind me, except Collette, still to this day, takes great delight in telling everyone about it, and everytime she says it she makes me look more and more pathetic.

The next winter appears and I'm at home and the phone rings, "CT, wanna go skiing?" To which my reply was nothing like, "Oh I'd love to you fabulous little drummer boy." I can't believe he talked me into it again, but this time we were gonna do things correctly and go to Aviemore in Scotland and take lessons, this was the saving factor in his plan. So once again we pile into the Range Rover and aim north. We split the driving (for a change) and had a good journey up through the snow covered mountains till we get to the resort. A usual night was on the cards, dinner, drinks and bed, then up bright and early for some lessons and a good day on the slopes. This time we've both got the correct outfits so we head off to where our little group of idiot skiers are. We're all standing in a line, with Rog and me at the end, and each person gets to snow-plough a few feet. These clowns have less idea than my first try, and it's also incredibly cold and we've now got icicles hanging off our hair. It's our turn and we both look like olympic champions, but the only thing wrong with getting it right the first time is that the instructor then turns his attentions back to the start of the line. Here I am once again standing on the top of a mountain, freezing cold with two 'things' stuck on the end of a pair of stupid boots, and I inform His Royal Highness that the next trip away involves sand and sun, no excuses, end of argument. RT agreed that this wasn't much fun and thought my idea worth considering.

We finally heard the two magic words, "Lunch Break." We're gone in search of some good HOT food and a nice beaujolais, and we found both. We also found that the hotel bar had an amazing selection of whisky, and we had to try as many as possible. We're now semi pissed and decide that as we're warm we might as well go back to this lesson even though we are very late, and the instructor looked at us and said, "Where have you two been?" Rog came back with "Trying lots of your wonderful scotch's." He was fine with that answer and we carried on trying to learn something, and would you believe by the end of the day I could actually turn and stop.

Back to the hotel for a nap before dinner. Over a very nice meal and a couple of little drinkettes we agree that it's far to cold here and we'll clear off the next day, so into the bar we go with our earlier mission of trying all the scotch's. We were sitting at a table chatting away and cracking jokes with each other and end up talking to the couple on the next table, swapping skiing stories, needless to say mine were very short, and having a bit of a laugh, when the woman said, "What do you two do for a living?" God knows why, but I said; "We're Hoover salesmen." At first they didn't believe us but we both started going on about the difference between domestic and industrial cleaners, uprights, backpack types, ones you pull along the floor. We went on about the different wattage, suction power, the amount of pressure on Axminsters and Wilton carpets, even a couple of car expressions like overhead this and thats. What the hell do we know about vacuum cleaners? But boy are we good at this. After about 30 mins of utter bullshit the subject finally changed and they wished us all the best with our door to door salesmanship and off they went to bed. We then had to reassure each other what we actually did for a living, had some more drinks and tried to work out how we knew so much about cleaners as both of us have spent most of our lives trying to stay well away from them. We spent the drive back to London having a good laugh about the one day we spent in a Scottish ski resort.

Well that's it folks, the story of a small company, R & C Taylor,..... Hoover Salesmen. I did learn to ski quite well, and whilst in Gstadd doing the Shove it album Spike flew out cause he fancied learning to ski, and the fool asked me to teach him. I wasn't much help because everytime he fell over I burst out laughing cause I kept seeing myself in Zermatt, and Spike looked just as worried and stupid as I did.

Before I go I noticed that Jacky had to get her boiler fixed and said for me not to make a comment, but little things like that spark me off and I remembered that when we were recording in the Townhouse Studios I had a little, no a big affair with the studio chef. Every three months Virgin would do a magazine for all their staff, written by all the heads of various departments, airlines, studios, video, shops, films, etc. and they would say what was going on with their particular section. Alan Douglas, who was chief engineer of all Virgin studios wrote who was recording where, and he wrote, "Queen are in studio 4, and Crystal, their main man is stoking the kitchen boiler." I thought that was hilarious, but Jane went ballistic. That's it for now.

Loadsa luv Crystal (Carpet cleaner to the stars)

#oh i suppose i forgot to queue this!#queen #queen band #roger taylor #roger meddows taylor #spike edney #crystal taylor #crystal's tales

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silverarmedassassin · 4 years

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Please, Mr. Barnes

CEO!Bucky x Reader | NSFW, 18+ only please | 2163 words | Masterlist

You’ve just started a new job as the executive secretary to the one and only James “Bucky” Barnes - founder, owner, and leader of Barnes Bionics, the most successful prosthetics companies in North America. Everything is going smooth until your royally fuck up and Bucky is forced to punish you the only way he knows how...

Warning: Like I mentioned above, 18+ only, please! There’s a little tongue action here, some spanking there. Nothing explicit but, ya know.

Note: Listen, despite consuming more than my fair share of smut, I’ve never actually wrote anything remotely smutty, so this is very new to me. Please be nice 😭 I was inspired after seeing this post, where I accidently went off in the tags because I was feeling some kind of way. I’m also dedicating this to @wonderlandmind4, because they called me out on my shit 😅 Enjoy!

To say you fucked up is an understatement. Forgetting to send an email is fucking up. Forgetting to water the plant’s in your boss’s office is fucking up. But this? This is a next level, idiotic, you-deserve-to-be-fired mess. And you haven’t even been here a full week.

You started at Barnes Bionics as an executive assistant to the CEO. You’d heard great things about the company - the relaxed and family-like corporate atmosphere, casual Fridays, and the down-to-earth, laid-back James Barnes, aka the founder, owner, and leader of the most successful prosthetics company in North America - and were eager to start your new position. Not only was it going to be a significant pay raise, but it was also going to give you a change of pace. You’d struggled for so long to find a position that would help boost your career, so when your best friend informed you she was stepping down from her assistant position to stay home with her soon-to-be-born daughter, you were ecstatic.

Except right now, on this bright and warm Friday afternoon, you wanted to be anywhere but your desk on the 90th floor of the One World Trade Center Building. While the executive offices began to empty, your new co-workers filing out in clumps, chatting excitedly about their weekend plans, you sat impatiently behind your desk, trying to make yourself as small as you could.

Earlier in the day, right after you returned from lunch, an email from James popped up on your screen. “Plan to stay after this evening,” was all you could read from the preview. In naive, blissful ignorance, butterflies erupted deep in your belly. Your boss was attractive. He looked like he could be sculpted from marble with the way his muscles strained against his smartly pressed button-downs, and the slight clench in his jaw when he’s concentrating on something was mesmerizing. The giddy feeling quickly dissipated, however, as you continued reading.

“I received a strongly worded voicemail from a distraught Tony Stark this morning. Asked why I’d waste his time by not showing up to a meeting that, the last time I checked my calendar, is scheduled for next week. I should be back at the office at 5:15. I expect you to be prepared for a one-on-one meeting before then.”

Your eyes flick to the small clock in the corner of your computer screen, and your stomach feels like it’s wrapped itself into a constrictor knot. 5:12. If your boss was anything, it’s punctual. As Sam Wilson, Barnes Bionics’ chief operations officer, closes his office up, the elevators just down the hall ding, signaling their arrival.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” Sam laughs as he laughs before departing with a jaunty farewell.

You hear the two men exchange the usual pleasantries, the elevators shut, then the ominous echos of James loafers meeting the polished marble floor. You close your eyes and take a few deep breaths in an attempt to calm your nerves, but as soon as he beckons you to follow him into his office as he passes your desk, you actually think you’re going to throw up.

“Mr. Barnes, I’m so sorry I-”

He holds his hand up to silence you as he leans back against his large mahogany desk and uses his free hand - the metal one, that one that started this entire company - to pinch the bridge of his nose. “You realize Tony Stark is one of my biggest investors, right?”

You open your mouth to answer, but he fixes you with a rather threatening, so you simply nod and look down at your heel-covered feet. He’s going to fire me, you think as you wait for him to continue with his lecture. I haven’t even received my first paycheck, and I’m getting canned.

“You could have cost me a lot of money today, Ms. Y/L/N.” He pushes off his desk and slowly makes his way to where you stand just inside his spacious office. “There is no room for such vital mistakes like the one you made in this industry. I didn’t build this company from the ground up by missing meetings with the men and women who fund our research. I didn’t become one of the world's leading tech companies by allowing my assistants to make careless mistakes and piss off my partners.”

“Mr. Barnes, please,” you beg. God, you sound so pathetic, but you really don’t want to lose this job. And the fact that you messed up so bad within the first week of being employed at Barnes Biotics is embarrassing, a total misrepresentation of how organized and punctual you usually are when it comes to the workplace. “I...I’m trying really hard, there’s just so much to learn in such little time and I...I don’t know what happened.. I’ve never made a mistake like this before, and I never will again. Please, you don’t understand how much I need this job. I’ll do anything, I’ll work overtime without pay. Please…”

“Fire you?” James snorts as he stops in front of you. He’s so close you can smell his cologne, feel the heat radiating off his broad chest. “Oh, honey, I’m not going to fire you. But mistakes do come with consequences.”

You force yourself to look up at him. The anger and pure disappointment you expect to find on his face is surprisingly absent. In its place is something a little darker, dare you say a bit lustful. His powder blue eyes are almost covered with the black of his pupil, and a little smirk is playing in the corner of his lips.

“Go stand by the desk,” he commands. You go to question him, but he tuts his tongue. “Go on. You know how impatient I can be.”

Confused, you slowly make your way across the room, stopping in the space he had just been occupying. You’re about to turn around when two large arms around you. James’ metal hand settles on your lower stomach as his other arm wraps around your shoulder.

“Do you know,” he says, hot breath fanning across your exposed neck, “what happens to bad girls?”

You swallow thickly before you answer. “Uhm, no, Mr. Barnes.”

“They get punished.” Before you realize what’s going on, James pushes you forward onto his desk so that your bent over the top, his muscular torso resting gently across your back. Gently, almost agonizingly slow, he begins to drag his metal arm across your stomach, around until it’s just barely resting on your ass. “You’ve gotta tell me you want this, or I’ll stop,” he whispers. “But I’ve seen the way you look at me. I think you want this as bad as I do.”

“God, yes, please, Mr. Barnes!”

The words have hardly slipped past your lips before he’s bunching up your skirt and nudging at your panties. You should feel ashamed, you think, at how wet you already are at the simple action, but by god did you touch yourself thinking of this man.

“Soaked already,” he practically purrs as he teases at your entrance. Before you can get too much enjoyment from the sensation, he quickly pulls his hand away. “But you still fucked up. Still almost cost me millions. I need you to know,” he says as he eases himself from on top of you, keeping one hand pressed gently to the center of your back and the other resting on one of your exposed cheeks, “how bad that could have been.”

Before your brain can register what is happening, James’ palm connects to your asscheek with a loud smack. You jump, having been unprepared for the assault. Just as quickly as the last, his palm connects to your ass two more times before he is rubbing the sore spot in soothing circles.

This was...different. Never mind the fact your boss of five fucking days has you bent over his desk, ass and pussy exposed for all to see, but it was actually turning you more on. Spanking had never been something you’d thought of when it came to sex, something you probably wouldn’t have even considered with past lovers. But with James, it just felt right.

“No more silly mistakes like that, okay?” he whispers softly in your ear as he continues to rub your now burning cheek. “Or I’ll have to do this again.”

Smack. Smack. Smack.

A wanton moan drips from your lips after the last swat, and you’d be embarrassed if your boss wasn’t spinning your dazed body around, shoving the miscellaneous papers away to clear a spot for your to sit. You watch in stunned as he slowly lowers himself to the floor in front of you, lust-filled eyes never leaving yours.

“Something tells me you might like that, though,” James smiles as he grabs your ankle and carves a path of gentle kisses up to your skirt's hem. Both hands slid the material up your thighs, providing a peculiar sensation of both warm skin and cold metal at the same time. His metal fingers brush ever so slightly at your still-exposed bundle of nerves, and he smirks at the gasp it pulls from you.

“Would you like that, Y/N,” he asks, planting a kiss to the inside of your thigh. “Because I know I would.”

He quickly buries his face between your legs, first with a flat-tongued swipe up your pussy before he begins to suck on your clit. The heat of his tongue, mixed with the shallows breaths he takes between sucking and lapping, causes your blood to run cold and the coil in your belly to twist so tight you’re sure it’s going to snap any second.

“Please, Mr. Barnes. Fuck,” you exclaim louder than intended, and you’re suddenly very aware of where you are. You can’t seem to find the thought to care, however, not with James drinking you in like a man just returned from the desert. He responds to your cries of satisfaction with a light bite to your clit.

As slides down, he tongues at your entrance, his nose applies just enough pressure to your clit to send you reeling. Your hands land in his perfectly styled hair, pushing and pulling at the chesnut stands as he helps you ride out the intense waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

As you begin to settle, James plants small kisses here and there on both your thighs before pulling away. He looks up at you, your juices glistening on his lips and the slight stubble of his beard. He looks as fucked out as you feel, and it makes you slightly self-conscious of what you must look like. He licks his lips and hums quietly, causing another jolt of want to rush straight to your core.

“You taste as good as you look,” he smiles and stands. When he’s back to his full height, he reaches a hand out to help you off his desk. You can’t help but catch the noticeable bulge straining at his slacks, and he must see your quick glance because he laughs and shakes his head. “Don’t worry about it.,” he says, bringing his hand to his lips before making his way around to sit at his desk.

You left standing there, in the middle of an office whose furnishes cost more than your entire year’s rent, fucked out and in shock at what just happened. You don’t know how long you stand frozen, eyes fixated on a vintage Brookly Dodgers poster, but a deep chuckle and the rustling of papers draws you out of your trance.

You turn to find James straightening up the papers he had shoved out of the way, and cleaning up the pen holder must have spilled. You stagger forward, hands out ready to help your boss clean up the mess, but he simply waves you off.

“I hope you didn’t have any plans after work,” James says sheepishly, almost sounding guilty for keeping you over. Almost.

“No,” you say as you anxiously rub at your arm. “Just your average, boring Friday night.”

“Well, I hope I added a little fun to help kick off the weekend.”

You can feel your face heat up as you nod. He winks before turning back to tidying his desk, and you take that as your cue to take your leave. You scurry across the room quickly, and right as your hand touches the door, James stops you.

“By the way, great job on your first week. I was more productive than I’ve been in years thanks to your organization. I really appreciate it.”

You smile, face heating up even more. You take the compliment to heart, bathe in the way it fills you with pride. “Thank you, Mr. Barnes.”

“Hey, uh, call me Bucky. Mr. Barnes or James or whatever is too impersonal, and I think we’re well past that stage.”

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opheliasbrokenmind · 3 years

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strangers with insecurities - mark renton

well first of all i’m suuperrr excited for this bc it’s literally my first completed writing for mark renton and i kinda liked it?? this one is obviously for @rentskenobi since she deserves the best!! i hope you like itt 😌💞

let me know what you think and as always, you can send me any requests for mark renton

mark looked at his reflection on the mirror and left the apartment, walking to his ‘job’. this estate thing had become something he got used to and well, he was doing good if anyone asked.

he liked the urgency to persuade people and use words to sell/rent them the house. once he sat up, the phone rang.

‘good morning, how can i help you?’ his voice sounded like a stranger but he knew how to play the nice worker

‘hi, uhm, i’m looking for a flat in london’ the other person spoke calmly and mark thought she was young, unlike his usual clients

‘do you have anything on your mind? a particular street, maybe?’

‘somewhere clean and quiet could be nice, i’m not sure if there’s a place like that in london though’ she joked and mark smiled to himself, little did she know

‘oh i can try that. when are you available? and do you know where’s our office?’

‘i’m free all day if that suits you, too. i don’t know exactly, can we meet somewhere?’ mark noticed she had a remarkable accent but he wasn’t sure where’s she from exactly

‘i can show you some places now, how about we meet around the cafe on brook street, you know there?’

‘yes, i can be there in.. twenty minutes’ after she hung up, mark immediately grabbed some keys from his associates and left the building

once he was there, his eyes searched for her. ‘waiting for someone?’ the sweet voice came behind him and he turned around gladly, observing the owner of it

she was young, like he predicted, probably in her early twenties, dressed casually, looked natural. she didn’t look like the girls he used to hang around, not that he hung around with many

‘how did you know it was me?’ mark asked curiously as she smiled, ‘because you’re the only one who’s wearing a suit? seems like it’s only us here, and the fucking tourists, obviously’

‘you don’t sound like a local as well’ she nodded with his comment, ‘right. i might say i’m here for a little... break. i won’t be here for too long, just a few months’

‘let’s get started, then. first i have this flat at...’

after stopping by at three places, he led the way to a calm quarter which wasn’t far from where he lived. ‘this one costs more but you see, it’s wide, the neighbourhood is quiet, i can assure that because i live near and there are nice places around if you want to go out’

she opened the bedroom door, ‘looks fine to me’ she checked the bathroom and went back to the kitchen, ‘would you live here?’

her question caught him off guard, ‘what do you mean?’

‘not as the seller but as a person, do you think this flat is somewhere you can rest and study?’ she asked easily, looking at him with curiosity

‘well, why not i guess, it seems nice. a little bit big for me but you said just for a few months so yeah, i would’

‘okay then, it’s this one’ she paid the rent for a month and they left the flat together, ‘i need to pick my things from the hotel first’ she explained once they were out

‘i think it’s not your first time here, in london’

‘yes, some of my friends live here but they’re all gone, spending the summer in europe or something like that’

‘and you didn’t want to go back home?’

‘that’s for sure. dad’s somewhere in spain and if i go home, it’ll be just me and that crazy woman. i don’t miss ireland at all. looks like you don’t miss scotland, too’

mark found himself smiling, she spoke like she knew him and the thing was, she was right. ‘i fucking hate there, otherwise i wouldn’t be here wondering at these streets, would i?’

she sighed softly, ‘looks like we have something in common, huh?’

‘i bet there are more’

so that’s basically how you met mark renton. it was unexpected, strange, yet comforting. it felt right and real.

seeing him at the cafe was something you were hoping for and when that happened a few days later, you could tell he was glad, too

‘i see you’re exploring’ he said when you approached him and you smiled, ‘you can say that. oh and i still don’t know your name’

‘mark, mark renton’ he said and for a second, you thought his name reminded him of something he didn’t want to remember, or it was just your imagination

‘i’m y/n’ you said simply, sitting in front of him as he gestured you the chair

‘how’s everything going, any problems with the flat?’

‘it’s fine, quiet like you said. and you, any problems?’ you smiled and he shrugged, ‘can’t say there is, just keeping up with the usual shit’

‘i see, you keep impressing your clients with your charm then’ he took a sip from his coffee and smiled, ‘what can i say...’ you laughed and he found himself doing the same, ‘you know, you’re the only one i’m having coffee with’

‘now i’m flattered’

then, seeing him at the coffee became something usual. he had a few days off which you started to spend together, drinking coffee.

‘so you’re in london, all alone?’ you asked one day, hoping it wouldn’t piss him.

‘yes, that’s why i left edinburgh. it keeps me on the line’ you leaned in a bit, watching him smoking a cigarette. ‘and you?’ he asked back, staring at you with those beautiful eyes of him

‘i wanted to run away. belfast made me feel like i was a prisoner, surrounded with people i couldn’t bear. then i convinced my dad i wanted to study in france’

‘france? sounds like you ran too far’

‘thank god i did’

‘and what are you studying?’ mark asked curiously, already have ideas on his mind. ‘what would you say?’

‘literature, maybe?’ you smiled, ‘cinema’ for a moment, it felt like it was just you two in the world, two strangers in london, alone together

your coffee meetings turned into movie ones at the cinema and one day, you invited him to your flat, ‘we can watch a movie or just have a drink and talk, you know’

of course, he accepted the offer. ‘it’s warm so you can take off your jacket, if you want’ you said sheepishly, hoping he wouldn’t notice that you noticed he never takes it off

‘yeah, sure’ he said while you went to bring some movies, ‘you choose, i’ve seen most of these’ you suggested and then you were watching a godard movie, sitting on the comfortable couch

after a while you were sitting closer, arms almost touching and you spotted them, the needle marks

you didn’t know what to do so you just kept staring and when you looked up at him, his eyes were full with fear like he was a boy caught stealing something

‘mark...’ you managed to say, then you realised you didn’t know what to say. you moved and intertwined your fingers, giving him a squeeze to reassure him it was alright, that he didn’t need to be scared

‘’m sorry’ he whispered, looking away to avoid your gaze. ‘for what?’ you asked, afraid of the answer. ‘for not being the guy you thought i was’

you looked at your hands, his pale fingers were cold and you wanted to tell him how you felt about him. instead of that you let go of his hand, placed your hand on his shoulder and when he turned to you, you leaned in to kiss him

a mix of coffee and cigarettes, just like you imagined, with something fresh. your other hand found the back of his head, touching his hair carefully

even though he was hesitant at first, he kissed you back. he desperately wanted to do that for weeks and now there you were, embracing him passionately when he felt like a failure

‘it’s not my place to judge you. i like the mark i see, imperfect but we all are. we’re all struggling’

‘i am clean’ he told you, looking deep into your eyes so you’d know he was telling the truth. ‘that’s why i came here, to stay away from heroin. i... want to stay clean’

‘i know you mean it. god, mark..’

‘kiss me again?’ so that’s what you did, gifting soft kisses to each other until the movie ended

for a while, it went on like this. talking, kissing and laughing together, almost every day. he’d come from work, to your flat and you’d cook together, dance to the songs he loved, watch movies and sharing the most private moments as no one listened to you. you were free and you lived without care, as if you were invisible to the real world

but one morning he stood on your doorway, his face paler than usual and you felt it in your bones that something was wrong

‘it’s... begbie. in my fucking flat. jesus! sitting there like he owns the place’ you took a step back, giving him space to come in. ‘can’t he stay somewhere else?’

‘he’s hiding from the police. fuck, i should’ve known’ you frowned with his words, ‘how could you?’ with that mark felt guilty, never telling you about diane because he was still embarrassed

‘i hate it’ he said, more to himself than you. ‘you know you can always stay here, right?’

‘you don’t have to say this’

‘no, i don’t. i’m not saying it because i feel sorry for you, mark. i’m saying it because i’d really like it if you were staying with me. don’t you know how i feel?’

‘but you never said it’ he said quietly but you heard him anyway. ‘that i love you? i thought it was obvious...’ his eyes shined with happiness as he walked to you, ‘you mean it?’

‘don’t be silly. of course, i mean it. i love you’

#trainspotting #trainspotting fanfiction #mark renton #mark renton x reader #mark renton fic #ewan mcgregor #it’s just me writing things to make me myself & the people happy 👉👈

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dazenightmare · 3 years

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I’m Half Human, And Half Machine

Please read the post in the wheel spin tag called Cabinet Man to fully understand this :)

Wow I think this is the most trigger warnings I’ve ever put on anything

T.W.: Electricity, someone being electrocuted, mentions of someone getting electrocuted, death, mentions of dead bodies, dead bodies, implied dead bodies, crying, implied drinking, bullying, bruises, injuries, mentions of breaking in, breaking in, flashbacks, memory loss, mentioned memory loss, implied memory loss, crises, identity crises, shouting, arguing, arguments, blaming, let me know if I need to add more!

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The boy blinked his eyes open, as he felt electricity surge through his veins for the first(?) time in his life. He looked down at his pixelated hands, then up and craned his neck a bit.

What did the text above him say? Un.. unbeetble? Wait wait hold on, he can get this. The boy swears it’s just the angle.

Unbeatable Madness. Why did that sound familiar?

The boy then stared straight ahead. Outside the screen, his mind provided as he looked out on a clearer environment than the pixelated one behind him.

A man stepped into his view. He was much bigger than the boy, he couldn’t help but notice. The man had red rimmed eyes above dark bags, mussed up hair, and overall seemed miserable and out of it. The boy tilted his head as the man teared up, staring at each other.

It’s okay, the boy tried to reassure. I’m here, please don’t cry.

The boy’s words never made it out though. He wasn’t programmed to talk in the title screen. The boy did his best to frown and held a hand up to the screen, a force meeting him far before the glass.

The man gave a broken chuckle before walking away, leaving the boy alone.

——

Another night the boy sat, curled tightly in a ball. It was night outside, and the lights of the machines kept glowing and going despite the arcade having closed a while ago. That meant the owner -the man- was still here. Probably pouring over his papers, numbers and bills, perhaps.

The boy wasn’t quite certain where he got that assumption from, but he fuzzily remembered the man doing it, waving him off with a tired but fond smile.

That was what his coding had assumed before the man came stumbling over to his machine, more red in the face than he usually was, hiccuping and close to tears.

Perhaps the boy was finally getting the plug. He’d been there for quite some time without a single player. His game was a waste of the electricity bill, and he hadn’t got a single quarter to make up for it. Maybe the man would replace his game with a more popular game, like the yellow circle thing or the shooty alien game. Something that would actually get the man money.

But no, the man only leaned on his machine, balling his eyes out which got worse every time the man so much as glanced at the boy.

Play the game, the boy prayed. I can’t comfort you unless you play the game. Just play until you feel better.

The boy didn’t like seeing the man upset.

As if god himself answered him, the man calmed down enough to slip a quarter in, standing ready to play the game.

“Insert name please!” The boy chimed out, smiling and pointing at the keyboard that appeared. The man chuckled quietly, typing out the name slowly.

When the man finally hit enter, the boy just smiled wider as he processed the name in his database.

“Welcome, player Pops!” The voice chimed, getting his own battle stance ready. “To Unbeatable Madness, the game that never ends!”

Pops wiped more tears out of his eyes as he widened his own stance, smiling.

“Remember to drink water after you cry!” The boy said, a reminder he made up. The game officially declared the start of Round One.

——

The boy stared out at the world, watching all the kids play the games. If he could sigh, he would. He missed Pops. It was lonely in this corner of the arcade.

He watched two small children pull each other around, looking at all the bright shiny lights and older kids playing the same games they’ve been playing since the boy’s game turned on. They both seemed amazed, and the boy let out a slight chuckle sound. Must be their first time in an arcade.

The two kept walking and looking, and the boy wondered what they were looking for. An empty game? They had passed plenty, though. Perhaps they were looking for their soulgame, like all the older kids had.

Eventually, they ended up in his corner of the arcade, staring at all the older and less liked games. When their eyes settled on his game, he swore they had frozen.

The two boys, surely younger than he was designed to look, pulled over one of the many stools to get a better look. The boy felt like jumping when the one with dark hair got ready to play after the other inserted a quarter. If he hadn’t been a PG game, he would’ve cussed from the shock.

Either way, he smiled as brightly as he could as a pixelated figure, and pointed at the keyboard.

“Insert name please!”

The two young ones whispered back and forth to each other before a name was typed in. The boy smiled all whites.

“Welcome, player Boo , to Unbeatable Madness, the game that never ends!”

His stance widened, and he wanted to laugh at the way Boo copied it with a determined look.

“Hold on to your hats, it’s about to get bumpy!”

——

Cabinet boy, or Tubbo, as his players called him, was watching the dark arcade bored. He thinks it was winter, around Christmas time. His only guess was Pops’s weak attempt at decoration. The arcade had also been closed today, and the day before, and likely tomorrow at this rate.

He missed his players. Holidays sucked, Tubbo decided. He was bored, and his players likely were as well. All the two did was go to school and play his game.

Even so, he was not expecting them to just appear out of thin air! Okay, well not out of thin air, but close enough!

Tubbo heard glass breaking in the office and frowned. He hoped nobody was robbing the place. They’d find nothing but grimy quarters that Pops had earned by dealing with these children all day.

There was shouting and thumping, and Tubbo pressed as close to the screen as he could to try and see what was happening. It soon became clear though as six people came into the room, two putting up a heck of a fight only to get dragged along.

Tubbo swore he short circuited realizing those two were his players and these kids were mocking them.

He went against all coding he ever had as he tried to yell profanities at them, punching the barrier between him and the screen.

Don’t you hurt them. Don’t you do shit.

“Aw, look,” one of the kids not holding his players said, pointing at his game. “Never seen the game do that before.”

Tubbo tried to growl and kicked the barrier. His game purred as if overheating. He punched and punched.

Give me quarter and I’ll show you “never seen”!

His players looked a mishmash of upset, in awe, and shock. Tubbo started shouting, but no sound left.

The players, his players, started screaming, close to crying as the kids started damaging his vault, thrashing. All three of them could do nothing.

Eventually, one of the kid’s pulled out a bat.

“NO! Put that down or I swear to Mr. Schlatt—“ Innit shouted. They fought more, and then Tubbo fought more as his players received a black eye and bruised cheek.

The next thing he knew, a bat was crashing through his screen.

Tubbo woke up with a gasp, curled up in a tight, dark space. He could feel wires, and something unnervingly stiff and cold, which he did his best to not touch. The box smelled, and he pressed against the metal wall.

There was muffled shouting outside. He started punching the wall, gasping when it hurt. Nothing in his existence had hurt physically before.

After a moment, the shouting picked up volume, and Tubbo pressed his ear against the wall. Until of course, his world had severely shaken quite literally as the box tipped over.

He groaned quietly, rubbing his head. He wondered if he would have to get used to pain. A panicked shout, sounding very much louder brought him out of his thoughts.

Looking over, Tubbo saw a piece of the wall seemingly gone. He quickly but carefully crawled out of the awful smelling box, and took a deep breath in as he stood on shaky legs. Gasps echoed behind him, but he paid no mind.

In front of him was another wall, but different yet familiar. Presumably, one of the walls in the arcade. But... how?

Tubbo slowly turned to his hands, and inspected hands like the kids in the arcade, albeit more dainty with scars. He flipped them over, watching small spots become pixelated before going back.

Another noise from behind him finally attracted his attention as he looked over his shoulder before slowly turning around.

The arcade. The one he’s been seeing for years now.

Oh, also six kids. That seemed pretty important.

Tubbo’s eyes were immediately on the ones he recognized, his players were staring at him with wide eyes, tears still gently flowing. They had a couple bruises, and they were slumped in the kid’s hold, as if they had given up. They looked disbelieving, but it seemed the recognition was mutual.

His eyes drifted to the other four kids, glancing over at his game, decently broken. Tubbo frowned, feeling electricity trail down his arms. He just stuck his tongue out, like he had seen Innit do so many times to Boo.

“Nobody likes a cheater.”

——

“WE INVITED A GHOST TO YOUR HOUSE!”

“YOU THINK I WASN’T AWARE TOMMATHY?!”

“OH GOD WHAT HAVE WE DONE?!”

“ALL WE DID WAS EXIST AND GAME!”

“WELL I GUESS THAT’S A SIN RANBOOB!”

Tubbo watched his players go back and forth, curled into a ball. They were watching the news, which was apparently like an arcade game but a lot more boring, as it was explained to him.

Anyways, they covered the break in on the arcade, thank god. Also, apparently he was a ghost of a kid inside his game. He honestly would’ve never guessed.

Getting slightly dizzy from watching them go back and forth, he settled his gaze back on the tv. Tubbo sat up straighter at the crying man on it.

He pushed his hand against the screen of the tv, frowning.

Why was Pops crying again? He had been so happy recently. He doesn’t deserve to feel so bad.

“Don’t cry Papa, it’ll be alright!”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah! Soon I’ll get a job, and we can pay the bills together! You’ll have all the money for juice that your heart desires!”

“Heh, thanks Tubs.”

“It’s okay,” he whispered, now that he could. “I’m here, please don’t cry.”

Tubbo got more upset, and put both hands on the screen. He bit his lip.

“It’s okay, it’s okay...”

“Tubbo?”

He looked back at the quiet kids, feeling tears well up in his eyes.

“Why’s Pops crying?”

There was confusion before one of them saw the tv and lit up in understanding. Boo moved closer and grabbed one of his hands, holding it.

“Well uh, Pops is sad that there was a child- or um, your body in the game.”

“Why?” Tubbo tilted his head, wiping his tears before they fell.

“He- he cared about you a lot before you died,” Innit said, taking his other hand with reluctance. Tubbo sat rigidly as he thought.

“... I cared about him too,” Tubbo murmured, curling up again.

——

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Tubbo whispered, glancing around as he stood on the back of the bike. It was pitch dark out, the only lights being porch ones and the ones that occasionally littered the sidewalk.

Innit started pedaling, scoffing.

“Of course, just throw on your hood, ‘kay? Last thing we need is night owls seeing a person that glitches out sometimes.”

Tubbo did as told, watching the passing houses before he spoke again.

“Won’t Boo be mad we did this?”

“Oh, no he’ll be downright furious,” Innit shuddered. “However, we’re running low on snacks, and Mr. Schlatt needs to know you’re... are you alive?”

“I like to think so,” Tubbo responded, setting his head down on top of Innit’s. “I can breathe, and feel emotions and pain. I’m just a different person now, I guess. Or maybe I’m the same as I was before, and I just can’t remember.”

“Dang. Well, Mr. Schlatt needs to meet you. Maybe he can tell you whether you’re the same or not.”

“... maybe,” Tubbo sighed, staring at the scenery. It had been a ‘fun’ time discovering he was alive before his game turned on. All this time he thought he wasn’t a person or had a personality, just some code someone had made to entertain. And now suddenly, he was human? Or human-ish?

Needless to say, it’s been a not so good time discovering who he was or if he even had a place in the world still. Tubbo didn’t know if he preferred just being a character in a game, or a person who shouldn’t exist.

“Hey, I know you’re having a crises up there. I’ve been Ranboo’s friend for years, I can spot them a mile away,” Innit joked, and Tubbo snorted. They sat in silence for a bit before Innit spoke up.

“So, what you havin’ a crises about?”

“... who I am, mostly. Who I was. Who I might become... I could’ve been sixteen by now, Innit. I could’ve been living a normal life instead of whatever this has become. I don’t even know what a normal life is supposed to look like, or if I’ll ever become older.”

“Hm, that my friend, sounds like baggage.”

“Heh, yeah.”

“... it’s nice getting to know you.”

Tubbo raised an eyebrow, glancing at the blonde hair below him.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, like, you know almost everything about me and Ranboo from one way conversations,” Innit started explaining as their surroundings slowly turned from houses to local businesses. “Years of consciousness, taking in information, watching us grow. Meanwhile you’ve only been able to say one liners that never mattered. It’s nice, hearing you say your thoughts, and seeing who you become.”

“I also like saying my thoughts. The privilege of speech is not one to be taken for granted,” Tubbo mused with a smile. There was a huff of amusement from below him as they finally reached their destination.

They got off the bike slowly, perching it against the wall. Innit peered into the glass, and they watched the games glow proudly.

“Well, seems as if he’s still in there,” Innit said before turning to him with a smile. “You ready to do this?”

Before Tubbo could even open his mouth, another bike suddenly almost crashed into them, startling them. Boo sat on the bike, panting as if he ran a marathon, which he must of done in order to catch up with them.

“Ranboo?! What are you doing here?” Tommy whisper shouted to not alert anyone. Ranboo glared as he tried to regain his breathing.

“What am I doing?! What are you doing?! We’re supposed to be asleep and not freaking any adults out!” He whisper shouted back, waving his arms drastically.

“How’d you even know we were gone?! You were dead asleep!”

“Gee Tommy, it’s not like I’ve been sleeping with one person on top of me for weeks now! Not that I mind it,” Ranboo reassured, glancing at Tubbo. “But it’s kinda easy to tell when nobody’s sleeping on me!”

“We gotta tell Mr. Schlatt, Ranboo! His son is still alive!”

“And what if he freaks out, huh?! What’ll we do if Schlatt calls the authorities?!”

Tubbo frowned as they kept going at it, glancing back inside the arcade. His gaze immediately glued on the figure that moved behind rows of games, disappearing. He hummed quietly, glancing between his players and the glass uncertainly before stepping to the door, closing his eyes as he glitched through into the arcade.

With only one more glance at the two on the other side of the glass, he started walking forward slowly, taking off his hood as he looked around. It was nice to see the arcade from a different angle.

He turned a row, immediately seeing Schlatt leaning into a machine and—

His foot was stuck, and trying to get it out only resulted in his right arm and left wrist getting tangled, a wire lightly pressing against his throat.

Tubbo decided to just wait for Papa. Papa could get him out.

Sudden pain. Oh god it hurt somebody HELP HELP ME IT HURTS! PAPA!

—Tubbo flinched backwards with yelp, hiding from the sight behind another game. He pressed his hand to his mouth, breathing shaky as he slid to the floor. The electricity that had always flowed through his veins was no longer comforting, and instead served a harsh reminder of the pain.

What had he done to deserve that?

“Hello?” A voice called out. “Anybody here?”

Tubbo held back tears. It was now or never, he told himself as he moved his hand.

“... hi.”

“Kid, the arcade closed a while ago,” Pops said, sounding like he was coming closer. “You need a ride home?”

“No... no, they’re outside.”

“That’s good. Come on, I’ll unlock the door so you can leave.”

Tubbo stood up just as Pops rounded the corner, and he froze as they stared at each other. Tubbo smiled shakily.

“Hi Pops,” he whispered, waving. Pops started crying, and Tubbo did nothing but leap forward to hug the man. The tears he held back left his eyes, soaked by a shirt as arms wrapped around him and hugged just as tight.

“Please tell me this is real,” Pops whispered into his hair as they sunk to the ground, still embracing.

“I hope so,” Tubbo sobbed. His fuzzy memories cleared in some spots, making him cry more. He only had bits and pieces of a previous life, and it only made him more sad. “P... papa?”

“Y-yeah buddy?”

“I- I don’t, I don’t remember too m-much,” he cried more. Tubbo earned it, surely.

“Sh sh, buddy it’s okay. I’ll help you remember, I promise. We’ll be okay.”

They calmed down not too long after, both running out of tears. They probably would’ve sat there until dawn if it weren’t for the shouting outside.

“Is that-?”

Tubbo nodded, separating himself from Pops as they stood back up. He held a hand much bigger than his own as he dragged Pops to the front door, where his players were still arguing. Pops unlocked the door and they pushed it open to hear the conversation.

“—HOW COULD YOU LOSE HIM?!”

“WH- ME?! I’M NOT THE ONE WHO BROUGHT HIM HERE!”

“YOU STILL LOST HIM THOUGH!”

Tubbo sighed, pulling his hood back on. Sometimes he was embarrassed these were his players.

“This is your ride?” Pops whispered to him, obviously trying not to laugh. Tubbo only nodded and pulled his hood over his face as his face burned.

“Why are you like this?” Tubbo said loudly, moving his hood to see them as he glared.

#mcyt #tubbo #tubbo_#dream smp #cabinet man au #fic

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smol-and-grumpy · 4 years

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EUPHORIA - Chapter 11

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: He’s Dean Winchester, owner of a shady night club. She’s a journalist who has been asked to write an article to expose the indecency and debauchery that’s going on behind closed doors. But he’s also Dean Winchester, the boy who sat next to her in class. The boy who was too cocky for his own good.

Chapter Warning: Flangst, NSFW

WC: 3946

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Beta’d by @deanwanddamons <3

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Once back in Dean’s loft, Y/N spends time unpacking and notices that he’s made room for her in his closet. There’s empty drawers as well as an empty coat rack by the door.

Her heart flutters strangely in her chest. He didn’t have to but he did. What does that say about him?

After unpacking, she takes a shower to wash off the day and brushes her teeth. She slips into her panties. Just panties, because that’s what she usually wears at home, and takes a book into bed with her. She figures that she might as well try to stay up as long as possible because Dean’s on a completely different schedule to her. She can mostly work remotely and she doesn’t have fixed times that she needs to be in the office unless there’s a deadline to be met and they are usually in the evenings. Since they’re going to be roomies, she thinks that she’s going to try to adapt to his schedule.

She has a day off tomorrow anyway because Dean had asked her to. She wonders how the anniversary party will be. Apparently, there’ll be a couple of celebrities who will show up. She checked out the club’s website while at work.

It’s about 3am when she feels so tired she can barely keep her eyes open and Dean’s still not here.

Y/N wakes again when she feels something warm between her legs that makes her jerk awake, thinking that she wetted her panties.

Dean’s looking up at her from between her thighs, face buried in her cunt, tongue lapping at her folds.

“Oh my god, Dean,” She chokes out, already so close — hence, she realizes, the thought of peeing.

How long has he been licking at her? She turns her head to see that it’s almost 5am.

“Mmm-hhm,” He raises his eyebrow and looks up at her, humming as he does, while he continues to lick her, continues to fuck his tongue deep inside her pussy. He’s careful not to use his hands and she wonders if it’s because he still thinks that she’s sore.

Her hands fists in his hair and she can’t help but grind her pussy deep into his face because she’s so close. Oh god, he’s so good with his tongue.

“Fuck, don’t stop,” She moans out, arches her back and basically starts to hump his face, all the shame she had before is thrown out of the window.

She feels his arms sneak around her thighs, his big hands going underneath her ass cheek and he lifts her hips up, so he can have better access. She helps him by hooking her legs over his shoulder.

Dean’s scruff rubs along the apex of her thighs. His talented tongue licks between her folds to suck at her little stiff bud, the slurping and licking sounds loud and obscene.

“Please don’t stop, fuck, fuck, fuck,” Her hands searches for something to hold onto, and finds it in the form of the bedsheets because Dean’s head is too far away.

“Mmm-hhm?” He hums. Is he really asking her a question now? She doesn’t know, can’t possibly concentrate.

“Fuck, I’m coming,” She breathes out and clasps one of her hands over her mouth.

“Mmm-hmm,” Dean hums, before she hears lips smacking and then a whisper, “Come for me, baby,” before he seals his lips around her clit again to suck and nibble at her nub.

The humming. Oh god, his humming sends her over the edge and she’s shaking violently. She comes with a trembling of her thighs, squeezing Dean’s head in between.

“Oh my god,” She pants when she comes to her senses and releases him from his confines.

Dean chuckles low, before he climbs up her body. He smells fresh, in fact, she now notices the scent of body wash in the room. She didn’t even notice that he came back and showered as she was sleeping so deeply.

He kisses along her naked chest and nibbles along her throat, his face feels wet. He kisses her then, sucks at her bottom lip, “Sorry, I couldn’t resist,”

The next time she wakes up the sun’s high in the sky. Dean’s already up and dressed, but not in his usual suits. He’s wearing jeans and plaid.

He notices her stirring and comes around with a coffee in his hand. He places it on the nightstand, “Hey,” Dean sits down, smiles bright and white. Almost too bright this early. He leans down, kisses her forehead, “I’m busy the whole day, but I’ll try to make room for you, okay?”

Right. Today’s their party.

She yawns and buries her face deeper into the pillow, making Dean laugh softly, “‘K”

When he’s gone she gets up, thinks about taking a shower but she figures that she’ll do that later when she has to change into her dress. Oh god, she doesn’t know if she’ll have a dress suitable for the party at all. At least she can’t think of a dress off the top of her head.

Maybe she should go shopping, but she’ll see if she can get an apartment viewing appointment so that she can kill two birds with one stone.

Later, when she’s up and functioning, Dean walks in and joins her on the couch. As she finishes her call, he raises one eyebrow at her because she said that she’ll be there in an hour .

“Where are you going?” He asks, eyebrows furrowed.

“I can go and view an apartment. And I think I need to go dress shopping. I don’t think I have anything nice to wear.”

Dean pulls her into his lap, and she can’t say that she minds. She’s come to like the place. He wraps his arms around her, places a kiss on the top of her head and leaves it there. He seems to be thinking, because he doesn’t say anything for a long while.

“Okay,” He finally says, “I’ll send Cas with you. He has a card from the club, he can pay for the dress.”

Her eyes widen and she tilts her head to look up at him, “No, Dean.”

“Yes, Dean,” He chuckles, “I would go with you myself but I can’t get away. Just make sure that you’re back by the time the guests start to show up.” He gets up from the couch with her still in his arms and drops her back onto the couch unceremoniously, making her giggle. Dean leans down again, kisses her lips, “I just wanted to see how you were, I’m needed downstairs. I’ll tell Cas, okay? He’ll be ready when you are.”

“‘K,” She nods, and watches him leave.

Y/N’s sitting in the car with Castiel and it’s weird, to say the least. But again, it was weird seeing Dean the first time too, although she can’t really compare. Cas was never in her class. He was two grades below her so she barely saw him.

He drives her to her possible new apartment, and they try a little small talk to test the water. She asks him a couple of things about their school, but Cas closes up immediately. Apparently, he doesn’t like to talk about that and she makes a mental note never to bring it up again.

“So, you like working for Dean?” She asks, figuring that if he doesn’t want to talk about his past, maybe he’ll want to talk about his present.

Cas’ eyes light up and he smiles, “I love it.”

He says it with so much enthusiasm, it blows her mind.

“You don’t mind orgies and sex rooms, then?”

“Oh,” He chuckles, “At first, yeah. But I got used to it pretty quickly. It’s really just a job, Y/N. It’s business, and it in no way represents how I am in private.”

She raises her eyebrows, “Do you take part?” It blurts out of her unintentionally and she squints her eyes, realizing that it might have been too personal. She stammers, tries to right her wrong, “It’s just… you know, uh, Dean, he said that his employees can take part if they want.”

Castiel chuckles at her helplessness, “Don’t worry, it’s okay,” He looks over to her and smiles, “I do occasionally, if I’m really in the mood. It certainly doesn’t happen every day. I don’t even think it happens every month but yeah, I do.”

Y/N bites on her bottom lip, eyes staring at the hand in her lap. She’s not sure if she should ask Cas? She isn’t sure if she wants to know the answer to the question that’s burning on her tongue.

The car comes to a halt in front of the apartment building and instead of getting out, Cas turns to her, “You wanna ask if Dean’s done it, right?”

Well, she wants to ask, yeah, but how can she say that. She’s not sure if she wants to know the answer to it.

She trains her gaze on her hand and shrugs making Cas laugh.

“Maybe it’ll help to ease your mind if you know that I have never seen him doing anything in the VIP rooms or in any other rooms for that matter,” Cas says, and adds, “Dean’s quite the businessman when he’s working. He doesn’t mix work with pleasure and he’s kind of private about his life and builds his reputation around it. That’s why he has me. I’m the face of the club, not him.” Cas pauses to look at her and she tilts her head, staring back at him. He grins smugly, “And if you really want to know, I’ve never seen him showing anyone the rooms they way he showed you. Also,” He leans closer, invading her space in the car and whispers into her ear, “I knew back in school already that he had a thing for you. Everyone with a set of eyes knew it, Y/N. I didn’t think he ever stopped having a crush on you.”

Great. She’s the only one who didn’t know it then. Fabulous. She groans out and Cas laughs louder. But how does Cas know that Dean never stopped? She gnaws on her bottom lip and there’s a sudden realization.

“The classroom.”

“Exactly,” Cas nods, “He was going crazy setting it up and went above and beyond to make it as authentic as possible.”

The apartment is really great, at her top limit but she can technically afford it. It’s not far from her work, so that’s a pro . It’s a little further from Dean’s apartment, which is probably a con but she’s learned that one can never have it all.

Later, Cas takes her to a boutique downtown after the viewing. Apparently it’s the place where they usually buy their costumes for the employees.

A woman smiles brightly upon seeing Cas, but her smile falls when she sees that Y/N is with him, but maybe she’s just imagining it.

“Hey Carmen,” Cas greets the brown haired woman.

“Where’s Dean?” Is all she asks.

“Busy.” Cas answers short. Y/N can feel Cas’ hand on her lower back and he pushes her forward, “I need a dress for her,”

Carmen eyes her up and down and smirks, “Sure, what do you have in mind?”

“Uh,” Y/N starts to say, but realizes that she doesn’t fucking know.

“Sequin, rose gold,” Cas jumps in and Y/N widens her eyes at him to which he winks, “I think that’ll suit you.”

“Oh,” Carmen says, and she dashes back into the store to come forward with a sequin dress in rose gold but the cleavage is so deep, it probably reaches to the middle of her stomach. It’s short too. It would most likely not cover the whole of her ass.

“Carmen, we don’t want to whore her out.” Cas shakes his head, “A long dress please. Something with a slit up her leg?”

“Sure,” Carmen says and goes back. The woman doesn’t look too happy.

Dean walks into his loft when she just finished with her shower.

Dammit , he’s too late. If that stupid press guy could have talked faster, he would have been here on time to join her.

She’s standing in the bathroom, wrapped in a bathrobe, her hair wet, her cheeks flush from the warm shower. Cute is what it is, and Dean can’t stop the smile from spreading on his face.

“Hey,” He says, hands working on his plaid. He unbuttons it and shrugs it off his shoulders, dropping it onto the bathroom floor.

“Hi,” She smiles. Their eyes meet through the mirror.

He rids himself off his shirt and starts to undo his belt. When he’s finished, he’s naked and walks to stand behind her, lowering his face to her neck and kisses her there. She smells like summer meadow and honey. He could get used to the smell. Could get used to smelling it every day, actually.

“You’re already finished,” He pouts a little for effect, his arms going around her waist, reaching under the robe to touch her bare skin.

“Yeah,” She smiles and turns around in his grip, “I need to keep going if I want to be finished by the time it starts.” She stands on her tip toe, leaves a kiss on his cheek before walking out.

Dean thinks that’s probably wise of her not to let him kiss her for real, because he knows that he wouldn’t be able to resist and that would mean that he, the owner of the club, won’t be ready by the time guests start showing up.

After a while, she walks back into the bathroom with her toiletries and starts to apply her make-up. Dean doesn’t really know why she needs it, but he knows better than to ask dumb questions.

“How was apartment hunting?” He asks while he washes the shampoo from his hair.

“Good,” She looks over to him, a brush in her hand and powder in the other, “I think I’ll take it. It’s affordable,”

“You know that you don’t have to take the first decent one, right? You can take your time.” He soaps up his body, avoiding scrubbing too long at his cock because it’s on half mast already just seeing her standing there.

“Dean, really, it’s great. Cas says so too,”

“Huh,” Dean exclaims, “Does he now?” Dean walks out of the shower, dries himself off with the towel and wraps it around his hips. He sees her gaze through the mirror and he smirks, “Well, if Cas says so. He knows the city, I trust him.”

He reaches out and works around her to get to his things in the cabinet and Dean thinks it’s not hard at all. Not hard to fit her into his life and work his way around her. To give her her own space and be himself at the same time.

“Cas told me his aunt used to live in the building next to that one, so I guess I’m going to be safe.” She tilts her head up to the side, grins at him and he leans down, has to kiss her to conceal that he’s been busted. She knows that he’s really afraid that she won’t be safe out there on her own.

“When will they let you move in?”

She shrugs, “I don’t know. Probably in a couple of days. Cas knows the owner of the apartment by the way. He said that he knew the guy's son.”

That’s great isn’t it? It probably means that she’ll get special treatment and she’ll get the apartment for sure. It’s good, but it’s also bad because he’d like to keep her around longer, he’s not going to lie about that. They probably still have a couple of days. A couple of days that he gets to wake up next to her, so there’s that.

Dean applies deodorant and brushes his teeth while he watches her through the mirror. Watches her squint her eyes when she applies some mascara, her mouth twists in a weird way and he has to hold himself back so as not to laugh out loud.

Yeah, it’s definitely easy.

He’s ready before her, and waits by the kitchen island for her to finish. He hasn’t seen the dress yet, but from what Cas said, she apparently looks great. Dean’s a little jealous. He would have liked to be the first one to see it on her.

Dean’s engrossed in his phone when he hears footsteps. He looks up to see her walking towards him, a vision of rose gold, legs poking out of the slit when she walks. She looks like a dream, and Dean wishes he could ask her out to prom again, and do it properly this time around.

“You look lovely,” He says and weaves an arm around her waist when she’s close enough, pulling her closer to kiss her temple. He doesn’t want to mess up her make-up, which is a weird thought because he can bet that by the end of the night, there won’t be a lot of make-up left on her face anyway. Jesus, he’s getting hard just thinking about having her to himself after the party.

“You look great too,” She says as she smiles up at him.

“So,” Dean says, as he rubs along her naked arms, “Just to let you know. There’s going to be a red carpet. There’s going to be a lot of press and cameras. If you don’t want to do any of it, you don’t have to, alright? But, there will also be press inside, even if you aren’t exactly the center of the picture, you’re most likely going to be a part of one, and given what happened yesterday, I don’t feel good about it either. So if you want to stay in, that’s okay for me, too.”

It really is. He doesn’t lie. He’d rather have her safe than out there, giving the person who’s out for her the satisfaction in seeing them out in the open.

“Okay,” She nods, and adds, “I’m not walking the red carpet,”

How did he know that she was going to say that? She was never one that likes to be in the center of attention and Dean can’t say he minds that.

With her next breath, she says, “But I wanna be there. You spent so much money on the dress, I don’t wanna ruin the night for you.”

“You really don’t need to worry about that.”

“Just,” She looks up, with a little crease between her eyebrows and Dean quickly kisses it away, “Don’t leave my side, okay?”

He grins before he leans down to kiss her. He doesn’t even mind now if the lipstick transfers to his lips, “I would never,”

The flashlights are blinking outside, cameras clicking loudly. It sounds like machine guns going off. People shouting for someone to look their way. It’s pretty scary if she thinks about it. She never liked having photographs taken. There weren’t many that her mother took of her while she was little either. She absolutely hated school pictures. But she remembers the old year books, remembers that Dean always had a cocky grin on his face. Also, he never minded getting his photograph taken randomly, whilst she avoided it like the plague.

Dean’s hand is still on her waist and they’re walking towards the front of the club. She hesitates when they walk outside, but she breathes a sigh of relief when she sees that they’re just off to the side and not actually on the red carpet. There are two bouncers next to them who shield the entrance of the club from curious eyes.

He turns to her and looks down, “You wait, here, okay? Don’t go anywhere.”

“Can’t I wait inside?” She pouts, and Dean rubs his hand along her arms. Looking over his shoulder, she can see Cas already on the red carpet, smiling into the camera lenses.

“I’d rather have you where I can see you,” Dean smirks, but it’s a weak one. There’s more to his words and she wonders why he wants her where he can see her, but she can’t dwell on it or say anything because Cas already calls out for Dean and then all eyes are on her too.

“Right, I’ll be right back,” Dean kisses her cheek before he walks over to Cas, putting the dark haired man into a playful headlock.

Y/N watches from a safe distance, having taken a couple of steps further back. She watches Dean and Cas smiling into the camera, sees them walking from one photo op mark to the other. They are joking, laughing. Both of them look so good, so carefree and relaxed. Like they were born to do this. She knew that Dean was good with cameras, but she never knew that Cas would be either. He was like her back in school. He has changed so much and she quite likes that. Maybe one day she can be like Cas.

As soon as the pictures were taken, Dean’s quick to be by her side and guides her back inside, leaving Cas to greet the people and celebrities. She thinks she recognizes some important people too, some sports personalities, actors, politicians. She’s astounded that they want to be linked with a club like this. But again, only members know what’s really going on inside on the second floor of that building. Maybe some of them are members? She wonders if she’s seen some of the people in there. She can’t really tell, didn’t really look at their faces when they are naked and grinding on each other.

Dean walks her to the bar where Garth is serving them drinks and he lets her sit on the bar stool while he stands next to her, casually leaning one elbow on the bar top.

They watch as Garth places their drinks in front of them, a huge smile on his face.

“So, what is it about tonight?” She asks Dean.

It might be a stupid question, because she was so wrapped up in her apartment being burgled that she never got a chance to ask. She knows that it’s the anniversary of the club, but she has no idea what to expect. She takes a sip from her martini while Dean drinks from his tumbler. Garth didn’t ask for their order, he just knew what they wanted. She’s surprised that he still remembers.

“We celebrate the fact that I have survived five years,” Dean chuckles lightly, “But it’s actually all PR,” He takes a sip from his tumbler, “We’re closed to members tonight. The party’s only down here. There are about two-hundred guests but there’ll be a lot of press people around. So, it wouldn’t hurt to smile every now and then.” His hand reaches up to thumb at her lip and she opens her mouth, sucking in his thumb, and swirls her tongue around it, making Dean groan. She then bites at it and he has to laugh. She’s laughing with him.

He leans down further to kiss her. When he parts, Dean tucks a strand of hair behind her ear.

“So,” She starts to say, the grin on her face is cheeky, “You say upstairs is closed, even for me?”

Dean looks at her and his eyes that were glistening has gotten a shade darker. He groans audibly and her smile widens, “Fuck, you’re something else, you know that?” He claims her mouth, it’s bruisingly hard, “We get the first part over with, and then I'll take you up.”

Chapter 12

#euphoria #dean winchester #dean winchester x you #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester fic #dean winchester fan fic #dean winchester fan fiction #nathalie writes

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Science Rules!

ShieldShock! 3,000+ words, Rated G, AO3 link under the cut

Bucky was a science nerd. He loved going to Stark Expo back in the day, and he loved walking around the labs and asking the various scientists what they were doing in their respective fields. And where Bucky went, Steve went.

That was how Darcy came to be more acquainted with the two of them when she started working in Stark’s fancy tower with Jane. She was working on her PhD in astrophysics at the time, interning with Jane again. However this time she was a paid intern, her paychecks being signed by the one and only Pepper Potts.

So when Bucky came in for the third time, Darcy asked what his deal was.

“I love science, but I don’t have the brains to do it. So I like to ask about it,” he smiled so genuinely at her that she couldn’t be annoyed anymore about being interrupted. Steve walked in five minutes later and spotted his best friend bent over a duct taped machine being schooled by a tiny brunette about the Einstein-Rosen Bridge.

“Steve, you’ve got to hear this,” Darcy turned at Bucky’s voice towards the door.

“Captain Rogers, what brings you up to the lab floor?” Darcy asked, straightening herself and cocking her head.

“Just looking for this punk,” he smiled at her. “And please, call me Steve.”

“It’s nice to meet you Steve,” Darcy walked over and shook his hand. “I’m Darcy, but in a few weeks I’ll be the proud owner of a doctorate, so I may ask everyone to start calling me Doctor Lewis,” she winked and pulled her hand back.

“Nice to meet you too, almost-Doctor Darcy Lewis,” he replied and followed her over to the rickety machine. “Anything sciencey will draw this one’s attention,” he nodded to Bucky who was eagerly waiting for more information.

“Explaining my work to him is good practice for my school work, and it’s nice to have someone to talk to other than Jane,” Darcy shrugged. “Care to learn a little more about all the gibberish Thor blubbers about all the time?” She smiled at Steve’s raised eyebrows.

“Would I ever!”

It became a habit for Bucky to come up to Jane and Darcy’s lab space. Tony was always playing loud music so Bucky couldn’t ask questions, and Bruce wasn’t a huge fan of visitors while he was in the zone. There were other labs, but they didn’t have the security clearance to deal with the former Winter Soldier and his golden retriever best friend.

“How are you a level six again?” Bucky asked one day while Steve was sitting in a rolling chair at Darcy’s desk munching on some pretzels. Darcy was tinkering on a machine while Bucky occasionally gave her tools. Steve perked up, he was wondering the same thing.

“Well Jane and I were there when Thor first touched down,” Darcy started while she screwed something in with a tiny screwdriver. “I tased him, SHIELD descended on us like harpies, and now I know a lot more than they want me to, so they gave me a high security clearance and a lot of NDAs. I had to do some typical training exercises. I know how to use a gun and basic hand to hand combat,” she held the screwdriver out and Bucky replaced it with a wrench.

“You tased Thor?” Steve sputtered from his seat five feet away and Darcy chuckled.

“Yup! I bested the god of thunder with a tiny lightning machine as he calls it. Now he refers to me as his lightning sister.”

“Ooooh,” Steve drew the word out. “He’s talked about you before but I never put it together.”

“I hope only good things,” she chuckled from under the machine and Steve smiled softly at the swipe of grease on her cheek.

“Like Thor would ever say anything bad about his lightning sister,” Steve scoffed. “He only regales us with glorious tales of the taser, your adventures in New Mexico and in London, and how much you mean to him. It’s actually very sweet.”

“He’s a big softie,” she chuckled but Steve caught the blush on her cheeks.

“Plus I’m technically the Avengers’ manager so I have to have at least the same clearance as y’all,” she shrugged and Bucky cocked his head.

“The Avengers have a manager?”

Darcy nodded, tucking her tools back into their box.

“Who do you think files all of your paperwork and schedules movie night? Y’all need some serious team bonding and it’s my job to make sure you work as a unit. I just do it all from behind the scenes,” she looked up at Steve with a raised eyebrow. “You’re telling me you’ve never seen your paperwork signed off by D. Lewis?” He bit his lip bashfully.

“I just assumed it was being done by someone in PR or in the lower levels. It didn’t occur to me that it needed to be someone with a high security clearance,” but then he frowned and it made Darcy frown questioningly back at him. “How do you juggle being the Avengers’ manager, being Jane’s lab assistant, and getting your degree?”

“A lot of coffee,” Darcy smirked, and when she got closer Steve took note of the dark circles under her eyes, the veins popped next to her irises, her slightly shaking fingers. He frowned. That wasn’t good.

It was three weeks later, and eleven trips to Darcy and Jane’s lab later when Steve actually saw her outside the lab. It was like she lived there. He was heading towards the exit for his morning run at five when he looked into the mess hall and saw a solitary brunette sitting at a table. Darcy.

“What brings you here this early, Darce?” Steve sat down next to her, not taking note of what was in front of her. He was entranced by her beauty, even this early in the morning. This was the first time he’d seen her without her signature red lip, and he was drawn in by her lips’ natural pink hue. The ever-present dark circles were more pronounced, even with her eyes closed, and the fluorescent lights did nothing for her, but he thought she looked radiant.

“We’ve been working for sixty hours. Jane is in the middle of a breakthrough. I need caffeine,” she mumbled before looking over at him. Her bloodshot eyes were startling, but Steve didn’t flinch.

“Coffee then?” He asked, finally looking at what she had in front of her. A large ice cold can of something called ‘Monster,’ and one of the biggest cups of coffee Steve had ever seen. “What’s Monster?” He asked as Darcy pulled a large travel mug out of her tote bag.

“It’s an energy drink. They’re usually fruity and low in calories. They’ll make a normal person bounce off the walls for hours,” she mumbled as she popped the tab on it. She then did something so strange that Steve couldn’t look away. It was like a train wreck.

She kept eye contact with him while she poured the coffee into the travel mug. The prolonged eye contact wasn’t even strange. What was strange was how she then poured the entirety of the energy drink in with the coffee.

“I’m going to die,” she spoke with eyes that had seen some strange things, voice quiet as she stirred the cup with her finger. Steve could only watch in horror as she popped the top of the travel mug on and took a very long swig of her concoction.

“Uh…” He paused as she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “Are you going to be okay?”

“Come check on me around lunch. I’ll let you know then,” and with that she stood, taking her caffeinated potion with her, and left him alone.

He did go to check on her at noon, but there was a note tacked onto the locked lab door:

Steve and Bucky,

Janey and I have found some strange readings coming from Midtown. We’ll be back later.

-D. Lewis

Steve raised an eyebrow at the scribbled words as Bucky came walking over.

“What’s that?” He asked as he walked up.

“Darcy and Jane are out of office,” Steve relayed and Bucky nodded. “You gonna miss her while she’s gone?” He asked with a smirk and Steve reddened.

“I don’t know what you mean,” he mumbled and Bucky let out a laugh.

“You can say you like to follow me all you like, but we both know you’re in the labs to see Darcy,” Bucky rolled his eyes as Steve sputtered and turned around. “Don’t deny it, I know you better than you do,” he called over his shoulder at a frozen Steve. The man with a plan was stuck standing there for another minute before he regained his senses and left for the gym. Sure, Darcy was just… effervescent. She was ethereally beautiful, glowing while she worked. Her lips were always pulled into a red grin. Her hair was shiny under the fluorescent lights. She was so kind to his best friend, even when it would have made sense to be afraid of him. And she had really taken to Steve, she’d gotten used to his presence and engaged with him. But that didn’t mean he was attracted to her.

He shook his head as he made his way to the punching bag. Time to sort out his feelings.

When Steve saw Bucky walking towards the labs the next morning, he joined him.

“You should really seek Darcy out on your own instead of always coming with me,” Bucky stated, looking straight ahead.

“Shut up, punk,” Steve grumbled, but perked up when he saw Jane in the lab. That meant Darcy was back. But the tiny scientist wasn’t working on her usual whiteboard, she was typing slowly at Darcy’s laptop.

“What’s up, Jane?” Bucky sat down in Jane’s usual chair and the woman turned tired eyes on him.

“Typing up my notes.”

“Isn’t that what Darcy usually does?” Steve pondered, looking around for his favorite brunette.

“She’s still in medical,” Jane frowned, the crease between her eyebrows deepening. Steve made concerned eye contact with Bucky.

“Why is she in medical?” Steve asked hesitantly, sort of not wanting to know.

“There was an incident with the equipment. It wasn’t wired well and she got an electric shock from my interdimensional radar sensor,” she muttered distractedly, but Steve was already headed to medical before she could explain what that meant.

Steve became more worried the longer it took him to reach her. A normal electric shock wouldn’t have landed her in medical overnight.

He looked all over medical for her, not finding her. He ran into a doctor coming out of the restricted section.

“Captain Rogers,” the smaller man greeted him, writing notes on a pad.

“Can you help me, Doctor…” He looked at the man’s badge. “McCoy?” At his name, the other man looked over at Steve.

“What can I do for you?”

“I’m looking for Miss Darcy Lewis,” he stated, looking nervously at the restricted area.

“You’re lucky, I just came from her room. She’s allowed to have visitors so you can go on in,” and with that, Steve was dismissed. He entered into the sterile hallways of the restricted area and found his way to the first door. Through the window in the door he could see Darcy sleeping peacefully with an IV hooked up to her arm. Well, he had time. He walked in and sat down on the hard plastic chair next to her bed, and he waited.

She awoke half an hour later, looking dazed and confused. “Steve?” She asked, rubbing at her eyes with her free arm and yawning.

“Hey, Darce,” he whispered, not wanting to ruin the calm.

“What’s up?” She blinked over at him and he smiled bashfully.

“I was worried, Jane said you got an electric shock from some… interdimensional thing,” he looked her over. She looked alright. The circles under her eyes were somewhat lessened.

“Yeah, it wasn’t so bad. For a minute I was stuck between realms and I was like a non corporeal ghost, but Jane fixed that pretty quick,” she said the last part quickly when she noticed Steve’s alarmed look. “I’m still here because they wanted to make sure I wouldn’t disappear. I should have gone home last night, but McCoy told me I need sleep and fluids since I’ve been living off of caffeine for two weeks,” she finished and Steve nodded. He was liking Doctor McCoy more and more.

“You shouldn’t replace sleep with coffee,” Steve responded, smirking at her. “It’s like with Voldemort and the unicorn blood. You’d be living a cursed life, a half life,” he smiled when Darcy let out a little chuckle. He liked making her laugh.

“Good to know you showed up for movie night when I had y’all marathon Harry Potter,” she smiled and leaned back with her eyes closed. “God I am so sore and tired. I didn’t realize that I was running on fumes until I had time to sit down and relax.”

Steve frowned, going unnoticed past the veil of Darcy’s eyelids. He wished he could help take care of her, she clearly was so entranced with her work that she found it difficult to do herself.

“Well I’m glad you’re okay. And not a ghost. Even if you’re exhausted,” he replied before leaning back in the uncomfortable chair. When he was panicking on his way over to medical, he came to the abrupt and unnerving realization that he did have feelings for Darcy Lewis. He wasn’t sure what to do about that, but he didn’t want to waste any time.

“Darce?” He asked, and she hummed questioningly, opening her eyes. “I guess I started coming to the lab to hang out more with Buck, but I find myself seeking you out now,” he looked down at his lap, unsure how to continue. “I think you’re real swell,” he smiled up from under his lashes to find Darcy with her mouth slightly parted and a flush high on her cheeks. “And I’d like to take you out on a date after you’re out of medical, if you’d like.”

It took her a moment to collect her thoughts, but her face was suddenly filled with a beaming smile.

“I would love to, Steve,” she whispered, and reached her free hand out to intertwine her fingers with Steve’s. It was nice, they sat there in silence for a while just holding hands.

They didn’t get to go on their date. Because the day Darcy got out of medical, Steve had to go on a mission with the Avengers. He was off the grid for over a week, so she couldn’t even text him. When he got back, bloodied and bruised, but forgoing medical to find his way to the labs to kiss Darcy (nothing like a near-death experience to make you want to make a move on a beautiful dame), there was another note taped to the door.

Steve,

Impossible readings in Manila. Be back in a week or so.

Darcy.

He frowned and ground his teeth together. He would just have to wait to see her.

He only had to wait two and a half weeks before he was notified by the AI that Jane and Darcy were returning via quinjet. Which was alarming in itself because they usually traveled commercial and the quinjet was only for missions and emergencies.

He waited at the door to the landing pad on top of the tower, and emerged when the quinjet touched down and the ramp lowered.

Steve didn’t like being afraid. In the past, he was always scared for himself. Would he die of the influenza? The flu? TB? Would he get beaten to death? Die in the war? He didn’t have to worry about Bucky, the man could take care of himself. But he was scared for Darcy. He didn’t know what was going to come out of the jet.

“We had to pull them out of their lab in Manila,” Tony had crept up behind Steve. “Darcy was mugged at gunpoint and then their lab was ransacked and set on fire. Somebody doesn’t want Jane’s research getting out.” Steve felt a shot of panic erupt in his chest. Robbed at gunpoint?

When the ramp was fully lowered, Jane walked down next to Darcy and Steve scanned the two women from head to toe. Jane looked normal, if a little rumpled and grumpy. Steve would be too if his work went up in flames. He gave Darcy a once-over. Her left arm was in a sling, but otherwise she looked just fine. What was the sling about?

“Steve!” Darcy called and smiled brightly, hurrying over to stand in front of him. “I’m sorry I missed your return,” she panted one she’d arrived in front of him. Tony must have left because she didn’t address the other man.

“It’s alright, Darcy,” Steve looked at her arm again. “What happened there?”

“This guy was trying to rob me but I had sensitive information on me so I tased him, but he shot me first. Hence the sling,” she cocked her head.

“You were shot, and then had the mental wherewithal to incapacitate him?” Steve raised his eyebrows, impressed. He was trying not to be stuck on the part where Darcy was shot and could have died.

“I’m more than meets the eye, Steve Rogers,” she held out her right hand and he took it. “Now, where are we going on this date? It’s all I’ve been thinking about since that day in medical.”

Steve smiled softly and stopped walking, using her hand to tug her in front of him.

“I almost died on my mission,” he stated matter-of-factly, and Darcy’s eyes widened. “And you got shot. Which is pretty close to dying,” he added with raised eyebrows. “I would be a total schmuck if I didn’t kiss you right now after two near-death experiences,” he finished and Darcy’s cheeks heated up.

“I think you’re right,” she smirked and in a moment Steve’s lips were pressing against hers, his hands gently placed on her waist. Hen didn’t want to disturb her bad arm. The kiss was sweet and soft, though when Darcy licked across the seam of his lips, he deepened it. It was everything he’d ever thought it would be, and when they parted, foreheads pressed together and eyes closed, Darcy let out a little huff of a laugh.

“That was nice,” she whispered. “Now you really have to take me on a date. I need more reasons to kiss you.”

“You don’t need a reason. You can kiss me whenever,” he responded and Darcy grinned.

“Good answer, soldier,” she replied and kissed him again.

#shieldshock #darcy x steve #fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 #ao3 author #darcy lewis #steve rogers #captain america x darcy lewis #steve rogers x darcy lewis #bucky barnes #shieldshock!

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goldenkookietae · 4 years

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Trusfrated with Traffic | JJK

BTS One shots

Pairing: Husband!Jungkook x reader

Word count: 2,003 words

Warnings: Fluff, Subspace, Strong language

Summary: You and Jungkook are stuck in traffic on the way home, and to pass the time, he sets up rules. You behave, and you get a kiss for every traffic light you see.

A/N: I sooooooo want to write a part 2 for this one. Should I make it a series? I just love Jungkook in a Husband AU. Also, I am beyond annoyed at those three extra words. Why couldn’t it just be 2k words?

Disclaimer: This story is an AU fanfiction that I have created using the names of the members of BTS. I do not claim any ownership over the members of BTS. The plot and the personalities of the characters are entirely my own.

Do not plagiarize my work and do not repost.

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*I do not claim ownership over any of the pictures. They are credited to their original owners.

It was the end of another long week, and Jungkook was looking forward to a lazy weekend. His usual plans of partying and drinking to the point he would look at his dick and mistake it for a banana, went flying into thin air.

The number of meetings he had had to attend, given that the deadlines for two of his clients came in the same week had crossed the limits of his sanity. He would only be able to relax his shoulders that night when he had done two things, first, taken a long warm shower, and two, gotten his beauty sleep that went on way into the next afternoon. No kidding, it was twelve in the night and he still had a long way to reach home.

Home.

His wife.

His princess.

Jungkook sighed as he remembered their faces. It had been so long since he had spent time with them. The past few weeks had been so hectic, they had him spending all his weekends at office, only coming back after two in the night. He missed his wife, even though he hugged her to sleep and woke up to her kisses in the mornings.

They were hardly around each other to sit down and talk. He missed his daughter even more, where the only time he would see her was when he kissed her Goodbye and Goodnight, both of which times, his daughter was asleep.

Quickly dialing his wife's number, he put the phone on speaker. A few rings, and her tired voice greeted him from the other side.

"Kookie."

He smiled. She would always answer with the same, anytime, in the middle of a meeting or after a fight.

"My Bunny." He replied with a toothy grin, and he knew she could sense the smile on his face.

"Have you left office yet?" He asked, hoping she would tell him she was already home, playing with their little girl.

"I was planning to leave in five."

"Should I pick you up? I'm only ten minutes away from the place." Jungkook asked as he eyed the cylindrical building a little farther.

"Sure, I'll be right outside."

"See you there, love." Jungkook smiled as he cut the call and turned on light music.

Honking his way through, he reached the grey building his wife worked at, noticing her waiting at the gate, her hair fluttering in the night breeze. She noticed him soon enough and jogged over to where he had his car parked, a hint of a smile spreading on her lips.

Jungkook stared at her the entire time, as she got into the passenger seat next and turned to him.

"Hey." Y/N whispered, her cheeks tinted light pink, which Jungkook figured was because of the cold. She shivered a little, and he took in her off shoulder blouse exposing her bare skin to the cold.

"Hey." He whispered while shrugging out of his blazer and draping it around his woman's shoulder, tucking her hair behind her ear. It was something he did often, his habit of glancing at her side profile while driving was somehow an addiction. And he did not it like when her hair, no matter how much he loved it, blocked the view. And Jungkook knew that the pink intensifying on her cheeks had nothing to do with the cold outside.

His hands slid over her soft skin, caressing it with the back of his hand, another habit of his.

"Let's go." She whispered, placing her palm atop his and squeezing it.

Just as Jungkook drove back onto the main road, the clouds burst high above. What had just been a tiny drizzle ten minutes ago now turned into a full fledged downpour.

And they were stuck. Tired, sleepy, hungry, completely exhausted, in the rain, in the traffic.

"Oh god, it's going to take forever to reach home." Jungkook groaned, honking louder and continuously. It was of no use, since as far as he could see, the route was jammed with no hint of movement.

"I'll text mum and ask her to keep Sora for the night. I don't think we'd make it in time to pick her up." She muttered pulling out her phone and swiping through her contacts. Jungkook looked out the window, watching the traffic move slowly.

"Hey, mom says she can keep Sora for the weekend too. So we can have some 'quality time'. How does that sound to you?" Y/N asked hesitantly, as she knew just how much Jungkook needed Sora's giggles to start his morning.

She was surprised when he agreed. "I think that would be a good idea. It's been ages since I've had you all to myself. And we could always go get her back if we miss her." Jungkook admitted.

"Alrighty, Mister Husband." Y/N chuckled, shifting her eyes back to her phone.

"I am so hungry." Y/N whined a few minutes later, taking off her shoes and pulling up her legs onto the seat comfortably. His jacket was double her size, drowning her in cosy wool making her look smaller.

"Yeah so am I, I was in so many meetings today, I might be dreaming about numbers and graphs for an entire year." He sighed, and she chuckled.

"Aww, my poor baby, you work too hard." She leaned over and ran her hands through his hair massaging his roots, while Jungkook closed his eyes at the sensation. When she pulled back, Jungkook caught her hand, resting it on his hair once more.

"Don't stop. It feels nice."

She gave him a soft smile and continued carding her fingers through his hair. To add to the relief, the cars before him slowly moved forward, giving him hope that maybe this wouldn't be such a long night.

After about five minutes, they slowed down to a stop once more and Jungkook sighed, placing his hand on Y/N's.

"Your arms will hurt." He muttered bringing her hand down and planting a light kiss on her knuckles. He held her hand there, gradually resting it on his lap and squeezing it every so often. They stayed like that for a while, in comfortable silence, both too tired to maintain a conversation.

They stopped at a traffic light and Jungkook felt her mood change, her constant shifts to get into a comfortable position and continuous sighs. Her hands wiggled in his, until they reached down and her palm pressed over his zipper.

Jungkook jerked, his eyes opened wide and he shot up a good inch from his seat. Amused, he turned his eyes to Y/N, who gave him a sly smile. His jacket had slid down her shoulders, her soft skin now on display, making Jungkook gulp. He quickly reached over and pulled his jacket back up her shoulders, zipping it up for good measure.

"Don't do that, you'll catch a cold." He scolded, but wished nothing more than to see her skin again.

She huffed, and like a child, unzipped the jacket once more and threw the sides off her shoulders.

"Now is not the time Y/N. I'm driving. It's not safe." He chided, watching her pout and turn her head away from him.

"You're no fun." He heard her mutter adorably, in a smaller voice than her usual tone.

"Alright, let's make a deal. If you behave," he said, watching her slowly slip into sub space, "every time, we see a traffic light, I'll give you a special kiss. And when we get back home, you get an even better gift. Okay?"

"Okay."

"No, what do you say baby?" Jungkook frowned, looking at her seriously.

"Okay, daddy." She muttered, her eyes widening innocently. She slowly put down her legs and sat straight, like a nervous kid would on the first day of school. As though she wanted to prove herself, she pulled his jacket onto her shoulders and zipped it up as high as she could.

It was surprising to Jungkook that she had slipped into little space so suddenly. Having a baby seemed to have implied that there would be no age play for quite a while and maybe never too. Jungkook assumed that she had let go just for the weekend since her mother had offered to take care of Sora.

"Oh, look we're moving again." Y/N squealed and up ahead Jungkook could see the green light. Once they crossed, they stopped again, but this time Jungkook noticed that the rain was not as harsh as before.

"Daddy, kiss." Y/N mumbled, tapping her pouty lips with a finger.

"Of course, baby, you did so well." Jungkook praised, leaning forward and pressing his lips to her soft ones. When she remained unresponsive, Jungkook had to remind himself that Y/N had to be taught how to kiss in little space. Smiling, he parted their lips with a noisy smack.

"Thank you daddy." She smiled and Jungkook was once again surprised that she remembered. He was glad that he put much effort into setting the rules for her while in little space. He smiled in response and ruffled her hair playfully.

She had been beaming at him until he had messed up her hair. "Daddy, you're spoiling my hair. I don't look pretty no more." she pouted, smoothing out her hair as best as she could.

"You always look pretty baby, even with your hair standing up like this." He chuckled, lifting up a strand of her hair in a tease. Before she could whine again, he pat down her hair thoroughly and then cupped her cheeks.

"There, so pretty." He leaned down and pressed another kiss against her lips, and this time she put some pressure against his.

When he pulled back she giggled. "Daddy you broke the rules, no traffic light." she stuck her tongue out at him.

'Crap!', Jungkook thought. Breaking the rules was the last thing he should've done and now he may or may not have to deal with a disobedient Y/N later. He never liked punishing her. Looking ahead, he saw that they were approaching another traffic light and he made up his mind.

"See there, the kiss was for that one. We're still following the rules, baby." He told her, hoping to god that she would buy it.

"Oh, yes daddy, you always right." Y/N frowned and he breathed a sigh of relief.

The ride continued for another hour, and they came across four more traffic lights. Y/N constantly whined about how there was a lack of traffic lights on the way home, but thanking him none the less for each kiss. Jungkook barely managed to pull himself from their kiss right after crossing the light. His urge to break the rules and the bulge in his pants only grew bigger during the ride. All signs of his fatigue had simply vanished and he was eagerly waiting for the big gift he would give her when they got back home.

He heaved out a big sigh when he spotted the familiar outline of their building, quickly pulling into the garage and stepping out of the car with his bags. He mouthed, "One second" at Y/N before he walked to the passenger seat and pulled out her bags as well. He hurriedly reached over and opened the door for her, watching her step out carefully.

As soon as he unlocked the door to their home, he threw their bags on the sofa and turned to her.

"Do I get my big gift now, daddy?" she asked, giving him the most adorable smile.

"Yes baby, you've been such a good girl. Of course, you'll get a big gift." He cooed, cupping her cheeks and pressing his lips to them urgently. When she let out a soft moan, he could no longer hold back. He swooped her up into his arms, pulling away from her lips, while climbing up the stairs.

"Let's go to our bedroom so you can unwrap your present, right baby?" He nuzzled his nose against her cheek, inhaling her fragrance.

"Yes, daddy."

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hana-bean · 3 years

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Close to you (1/7)

Hi everyone! Happy SeiUsa Week 2021! Please enjoy this seven-chapter installment in celebration of the ultimate OTP!

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Everyone walks on To meet just one person someday

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“Boo! You suck!”

Seiya ducked to the side to avoid an oncoming empty beer bottle flying his way, shattering as it hit the stage floor. He scowled as he grabbed the microphone with the other hand still on his guitar neck.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Get off the stage!” Another bottle started flying, this time in between him and the second guitar player, Yaten.

The bar owner soon sprinted toward the musicians and on the stage, trying to avoid various other objects projecting through the air in the meantime.

“Guys, you got any other songs to play?”

Taiki, who was standing in the back at a keyboard, walked up to join the conversation. “What other songs? This is all we know.” He explained while kicking off a half-eaten chicken wing that landed on his shoe.

“You play the same set every night. They want something fresh.”

“Well, maybe you need to get more patrons instead of the same ones every night,” Yaten growled with a lime green twitchy eye. “It’s not our fault your regulars live here.”

“Listen,” the owner paused to grimace in figurative pain as he felt something wet hit his back. “You need to mix it up.”

“We can’t,” Seiya replied firmly. “We need to play these songs.”

“Then pack it up. The show’s over.”

Yaten released his guitar in order to gesture to drive his point across, letting it hang on his neck. “No! You need to let us play!”

“Not a chance, Napoleon. You’ll drive away my tenants!” The owner glared.

That was it—and not that it usually took very much anyway—Yaten was over the edge. He lifted the strap over his head and tossed his instrument to Taiki before tackling the owner to the stage floor with his standard flying squirrel technique.

“Yaten, what the fuck?!” Seiya removed his guitar and went to work trying to pry his bandmate from atop the owner, or at least he tried; Yaten had the grip strength of a coconut crab despite being the smallest of the three of them.

But that was all the patrons needed as a reason to get in on the action. They stormed the stage with their rage and beer bottles ready, even turning on one another and the instruments. Some who didn’t choose violence for a Tuesday night contacted authorities on their crystal cell phones as they made their exit; the other portion used them to record the melee from their tables.

Seiya soon felt the weight of three men come at him at all sides; his only instinct to protect his head before the four-person clump of testosterone toppled two feet down and off the stage. Immediately, he felt a pain shoot from his knee all the way up to his hip as something heavy and drunk landed on his leg. Seiya wriggled and scooted as much as possible to free himself, but since his body was the one that absorbed most of the impact, the attacking men had the advantage to quickly begin their beatdown.

He managed to curl up in the fetal position as feet and fists made contact with every part of his exposed body. But then, allowing himself to only feel like a failure for a few seconds, he made a quick decision and reached within his jacket for his headset.

“Fighter Star Power, Make Up!”

As the transformation alone knocked the three men on their backs, their world was forever rocked when they looked upon a leather-clad woman standing in place of the male musician once the music and sparkles had faded.

“He’s a guardian?!” One yelled, completely stupefied.

Sailor Star Fighter cocked an eyebrow as she smirked, her Star Yell ready in hand.

“Remind me again: what do you think of my songs?”

By then, three police officers had come through the entrance. Their hands floated above their holstered guns on their hips as they were visibly surprised and uneasy.

“Guardian! Put your weapon down!”

“It’s the cops! Run!” A voice shouted. The chaos simply transformed from scuffle to stampede as people began to book it for any exit they could find.

The authorities were soon knocked down from the rush, however one was able to take out her radio and plead into it, “Ten-seventy-five! We need guardians! Get us guardians!” until it was kicked out of her hand from an escaping patron.

Taiki and Yaten came up behind Star Fighter—donning a few scratches, cuts, and tousled hair—all the while still moving pretty well.

“Seiya, you dumbfuck, why’d you transform?” Yaten chastised.

“I’m the dumbfuck?” Fighter gave her crazy eyes. “They were going to kill me!” For a split second, she forgot about her leg and put weight on it while yelling back. However, the appendage was quick to remind her that something was wrong. She winced and seethed in a breath as she fell on Taiki for support.

“Let’s get out of here,” Taiki suggested calmly as he wrapped Fighter’s arm around his neck. Yaten followed suit on the other side.

They only had to contend with navigating through a few scattered stragglers before the three made their way toward the emergency exit by the stage. Taiki kicked the door open only to be met with two obstacles standing in their way, both clad in Milky Way guardian uniforms. One was in a dark blue and yellow color combination with short blonde hair, the other in dark blue and teal with medium-length teal hair.

“Not so fast.”

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Seiya sighed as he dropped his head on the headrest in the backseat of the police car. The authorities were escorting him from a hospital where his wounds were attended to, and he was now alone. Or rather, separated from Taiki and Yaten. His only company was the two guardians from the bar—whom he was squished in between—and a uniformed officer at the wheel.

He cleared his throat to get attention from anyone. “What did you do with my friends?”

“They’re at a detention center.” The blonde guardian answered, void of emotion, keeping her focus out the window.

“A detention center? Why?”

“Because they’re here illegally. You all are. You should be there, too.”

Fuck, that’s not good. That’s not good at all… But it still didn’t explain… “So where are you taking me then?”

“The queen would like an audience with you.” The teal-headed one answered while busy on her crystal smartphone, having removed a glove for her screen to sense the natural heat of her thumb. A half-filled plastic grocery bag also sat on her lap.

“The queen?” Seiya tried to use his hands to emphasize his confusion, however, his handcuffs clanked in protest. “What does she want with me?”

“It doesn’t matter what she wants—she calls, you come.” The blonde turned her head to look at him with stern blue eyes.

He knew there was no use prying anymore. The blonde had already knocked him around a few times before getting to the hospital, so he knew he risked further physical punishment if he did so. Any other day he would find the pain worth it if it meant annoying her, but his body was already unbearably sore in places he didn’t realize he had.

Meeting with the queen also had him a bit concerned for his well-being. He figured it had something to do with being a guardian, but what exactly does she plan to do with him and that information? He had heard she was a kind and just ruler, albeit young, but from his years of intergalactic travel before ending up in Crystal Tokyo, it could very well be propaganda.

He guessed he was about to find out.

Once the car made it to the bridge that led to the palace, one needed two hands to count all the checkpoints. The palace seemed to be built specifically to reflect the moonlight, producing a daytime-like glow once they were on royal grounds. However, the car parked in front of an inconspicuous building behind a row of trees a couple of minutes shy of the actual palace, and then the blonde dragged Seiya out of the vehicle by his handcuff chains, causing his shiny black cane to drop on the ground. Diagnosed with a temporary disability from his hurt leg, the doctors issued the walking aid to help with his mobility for the next couple of weeks, but the blonde didn't care.

“Haruka, be gentle.” The teal-headed guardian chided.

“Why?”

“You know how handcuffs can hurt if you’re too rough.”

“And you will know, too… once we’re done tonight.”

Seiya raised an eyebrow, wondering if they knew their whispering wasn’t really whispering; he even caught the driver looking back with a nosy eye. Feeling a sense of dread of being transported to a second location, he limped along slowly, following the driver inside the building while trailed by the guardians.

He was led to a room that was comfortably simple and aesthetically feminine—its motif included ribbons, swirls, and florals in a combination of white and pink colors. And a small white round table sat in the middle of the space with four plush boudoir chairs surrounding it. Seiya even picked up on the scent of stargazer lilies before he noticed them sitting on a side table by the door.

But apparently, there was no time to take in his surroundings as he felt a shove on his back, forcing him to keep his balance with his bad leg. He turned around to glare at the blonde guardian.

“Hurry up!” She pointed inside the room with irritation emanating from her whole body. “The queen is on her way!”

Seiya grumbled and hobbled over to take his place in a chair, releasing a tired sigh. All he wanted was to get this over with and back to his mission. He hated how his only hope rested within the hands of the queen; it made him feel helpless and idle.

It wasn’t much later when he heard the front door of the building open, followed by both guardians bowing on the other side of the threshold at an unseen presence. Assuming the queen herself had arrived, Seiya pulled himself to his feet with the aid of his cane and the table.

"Uranus! Neptune!"

“Neo-Queen Serenity.”

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If you would like to follow this story, I will be updating the rest of the chapters under the tag: hana-bean close to you and other iterations of the spacing. I love you all!

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reidingandwriting · 4 years

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5 Times Tony Wasn’t There for You, and 1 Time He Was

Word Count: ~3200 words

Ship: Tony Stark x Daughter!Reader, Peter Parker x Stark!Daughter (Platonic), Lots of IronFam ft. the Parkers

Warnings: Probably some swearing, not completely movie compliant but follows the general timeline ❤ Kinda unrelated gif (kind of related if you pay attention) but look how CUTE Morgan and Tony are

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-One-

As the young daughter of Tony Stark, you were used to your dad being busy with work. Meetings across the country, dinners with royal dignitaries across the globe, or simply just endless hours spent locked in his office. All of this before he went missing for three months and came back as Iron Man.

It was your sixth birthday and Tony had planned the perfect birthday party for you, with Pepper’s and Happy’s help of course. You had recently developed an intense fascination with marine life, so what better way for you and your family to celebrate your birthday then spending the day at the aquarium? He even splurged a little extra to convince the owners of the aquarium for you to have a sleepover under the sea. But the night before your party, Tony told you he had to leave for a little while. “It’s okay, Daddy.” You said, with the most innocent smile on your face. “Can we have some of my birthday cake tonight?” And how could Tony say no to that? After birthday cake and being tucked into bed, Tony flew off in his suit for one of the first of many times.

“Pepper, Pepper, Pepper!” You ran down the hall of your Malibu mansion, Happy trailing behind you. You launched yourself at Pepper, your little arms wrapping around her legs. “Is it time to see the fish?” Pepper scooped you into her arms and you settled on her hip, your face nuzzled into the crook of her neck.

“It’s almost time! Are all the bags packed?” Pepper looked up at Happy, who nodded.

“And in the car, ready whenever we leave.” Pepper smiled gratefully at Happy.

“Wait! Forgot something, down please.” Pepper set you down and you ran off towards your room.

“Thank you again, Happy. You know you don’t have to stay with us-“

“I want to.” Happy interjected. “What can I say? The kid’s grown on me.” The sound of your footsteps grew louder as you entered the living room a minute later, your stuffed bear and wad of black fabric in your arms.

“What’s that, Y/N?” Pepper tilted her head as you held out the material.

“You know Teddy, and this is Daddy’s favorite shirt. He’s not here, so Teddy can wear his shirt. Almost like he is there!” Pepper bit her lip and plastered on a smile she hoped looked half as happy as yours.

“Just like he’s there, huh? Come on, let’s go to the car. I bet the fish are so excited to see you.”

-Two-

After Tony had taken down Obadiah, who you totally never trusted by the way, and had the press conference where he announced he was Iron Man, things started to go back to normal. Well, as normal as anything involving Tony Stark can be. You spent time with your dad in the garage as he worked on suit upgrades, and DUM-E seemed extra chipper (and klutzy) while you were around. Your Uncle Rhodey visited more frequently and everything was good. Life was good, until recently.

For the last few weeks, your dad had been acting different. “Your dad’s under a lot of stress right now, Y/N. He’s okay.” Pepper would repeat this to you every time you asked. Natalie’s addition to Stark Industries provided a distraction for you, and you found yourself growing close to the red head.

Your dad, Pepper, Happy, and Natalie were in Monaco and you were left at home with Rhodey. You stood in the dark hall of your house, your Uncle Rhodey seated on the couch in the living room. The television lit up the room, and you slowly tip-toed to the couch. The blanket you held in your hand dragged against the floor as you climbed onto the couch.

“Hey, kiddo. What are you doing up so late?” Rhodey wrapped his arm around you and covered your body with your blanket.

“Lonely. Miss everyone.” You nestled into Rhodey’s side and your eyes glued to the television. “Boring movie, Uncle Rhodey.” Rhodey laughed and looked at you.

“And what do you want to watch, little miss? Let me guess, Tangled?” You nodded quickly and sent a dimpled smile up at your uncle.

“Please?” Rhodey groaned dramatically before he started the movie, and you giggled happily. And if Rhodey sang the songs with you, that was no one’s business but yours.

-Three-

You had hoped after the events in New York, with the team called the Avengers and their battle with Loki, things would go back to normal. Boy, were you wrong. You were on a plane with Pepper when you saw the footage of your dad flying into a wormhole, and it wasn’t until you were back in Malibu before you saw him again. Tears were shed and an endless amount of hugs were given when you were reunited.

The changes in your dad’s behavior were subtle in the beginning. Loud noises would startle him much easier than before, and he spent less time sleeping and double the amount of time in the garage working on his suits. When he did sleep, his dreams were plagued with nightmares. On those nights, he’d check on you multiple times before morning came. “Have to make sure my best girl’s okay.” Tony would say on the rare chance you were awake before he went back to the garage to work for hours until sunrise, where he’d repeat the cycle again. Work with Stark Industries, work at home, and maybe get a few hours of sleep.

Your dad’s PTSD got worse with each day that passed; throw in Happy being hospitalized, your Uncle Rhodey’s Iron Patriot makeover, and Pepper’s meeting with Aldrich Killian, Tony was a mess. And the threat of the Mandarin was the breaking point. “Come and find me. 10880 Malibu Point, 90265.” When Pepper heard the news, she told you to pack a bag, Christmas was going to take place as far from Malibu as possible. You stood in your bedroom, JARVIS playing Christmas music as you finished packing when you heard your dad, Pepper, and another woman yelling. You walked to the door and outstretched your hand, your fingertips brushing the handle when the first explosion went off. You went flying into your bedroom wall, and your world went dark.

When you woke up again, you were hit with the news. The only home you had known was reduced to rubble, your dad was missing, presumed to be dead by the media, and your life as you knew it was over. You and Pepper had joined the unknown woman, known as Maya, to get the hell out of there.

On Christmas Eve, you sat on your hotel bed, soft Christmas music playing in the room. You held your dad’s helmet in your lap, it being the closest it could be to having your dad with you. Pepper took a seat beside you, and you kept your gaze down, eyes glued to the helmet rested in your lap.

“How are you holding up?” Pepper’s voice was quiet, hesitant. She was especially cautious with you for the last few days, afraid to further upset you. You couldn’t even count how many times you burst into tears out of nowhere, but you always had Pepper to lean on. Like now, as you leaned your head on her shoulder.

“I just want my dad home.” Your voice cracked as the familiar sting in your eyes returned. You blinked rapidly as you tried not to cry again today. You picked up the helmet and hugged it to your chest. “I want to be on the couch, watching Home Alone, drinking hot chocolate. I want to be home. I miss him, Pepper.” Pepper’s shoulders shook as she tried not to cry, and she hugged you close.

‘Me too, kid. I miss him too.’

-Four-

After everything died down with the Mandarin, your dad returned to the Stark Tower you now called home. It took a while to settle in, even longer with the Avengers frequenting the space, but you had your family- your dad, Pepper, Happy, and Rhodey. Even JARVIS in his own special way was an important part of your life and family. But history has a way of repeating itself. Right as you developed a new routine and sense of normalcy, shit hits the fan. This time it was Ultron.

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You were seated beside Maria as you and the team were on the balcony after one of your dad’s parties. You watched in amusement as Clint, your father, Rhodey, and Steve attempted to lift Mjolnir to no avail. The group talked and laughed, until the battle with Ultron started.

“Hill! Get Y/N out of here, now!” Tony yelled.

“Dad, no!” You started to go after your dad, and Maria grabbed your arm.

“Y/N. You can’t fight with them. I need to get you out of here, please don’t make me carry you.” You paused before nodding, and you followed Maria to safety. Hours later, you were on the phone with your dad.

“I’m sorry, kid. I only have a minute until I have to go off the grid.” Your eyes burned as you blinked away tears. “I’ll be home as soon as I can.”

“You promise? All in one piece?” You asked

“Maybe two.” You choked out a tearful laugh at your dad’s answer and took a deep breath.

“I love you, Dad. Please, be safe.”

“I promise.”

~~~

You woke up with a gasp and clutched at your chest as you caught your breath. You flipped your phone over, three in the morning.

“Miss Stark?” FRIDAY, your dad’s new AI, asked. Before the first fight with Ultron, JARVIS had been pretty much destroyed. Then FRIDAY was born. “Your heart rate has greatly increased and your oxygen levels have slightly decreased. Shall I call Ms. Potts for medical attention?”

“No, no, no. No, please. I’m okay, just... a bad dream is all. Nothing new.” You grabbed your cup of water that sat on the nightstand and took a large gulp, and tried to calm yourself down. You also turned on your lamp, the small bulb casting a warm glow around you.

“Do you frequently have nightmares, Miss Stark?”

“Y/N, please. Sometimes. Usually my dad is here and he helps me calm down. He’d sit with me; sometimes we’d watch the TV for a while, or he’d read to me until I fell asleep again.“ You pulled your blanket closer to you, a wave of sadness hitting you. “I wish he was here.”

“I’m positive Mr. Stark will be home as soon as he can, Y/N.” A pause. “What did Mr. Stark read to you when you couldn’t sleep?”

“We’ve been reading the Percy Jackson books lately. We just finished the second book the other night.” You laid back in bed and let your eyes close, and you willed yourself to fall back asleep.

“‘The Friday before winter break, my mom-’” FRIDAY started to speak and your eyes snapped open.

“What are you doing, Fri?”

“Reading book three, The Titan’s Curse.” FRIDAY answered as if it was the obvious answer.

“But... why?”

“You said your father would read to you whenever you had nightmares. Mr. Stark can’t be here, so I thought I could start reading the book to you. Hopefully he won’t be too upset that you started without him.” You smiled at how genuine and caring FRIDAY sounded and closed your eyes again.

“That can be our little secret. Sorry for interrupting, FRIDAY. You can keep reading if you’d like.”

“Certainly. ‘The Friday before winter break, my mom packed me an overnight bag and a few deadly weapons and took me to a new boarding school. We picked up my friends Annabeth and Thalia on the way.’” FRIDAY continued to read and you shortly fell asleep, a smile on your face. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

-Five-

You knew things would change after the battle with Ultron in Sokovia. You had just greatly underestimated how different things would be. One change was the new additions to the team- Vision and Wanda. While you got along well with them, not even your friendships could blind you to the tensions between your unconventional family. The already seldom group meals became even more rare the silence would be unsettling. If it wasn’t silent, there was arguing that you couldn’t escape.

Another change was the lack of Pepper in Tony’s life and subsequently your life. Pepper always tried to be there for you, even called you often and invited you to her office for lunch, but it wasn’t the same at home without her. Your dad was suffering from the loss more than he was letting on, and you had to be there for him as well.

~~~

“I’m a grown man, Y/N. I can take care of myself.” Tony said as he looked at you, and you set a plate and a glass of water down on his workshop table.

“I know you can, but will you?” Tony scowled at you, but you could see the gratitude in his eyes.

“Don’t know what I’d do without you, kid.” You smiled and hugged your dad tight.

“Probably fall apart.” You said with a playful smile. “Good thing you’ll never have to find out.” You let go of Tony and walked towards the exit. “Finish up soon, or I’ll have FRIDAY shut the power off.”

~~~

Things got worse when the Sokovia Accords were brought into play. Your family was torn apart by the decision whether or not to sign, with your dad being one of the few to sign and Cap being one of the few against the Accords. Throw in Clint’s retirement and the team you knew was no more. Tony knew this, and he made a trip to Queens for recruitment.

~~~

“Where are you going?” You sat up from your spot on the couch.

“Queens.” Tony walked over and took a seat beside you. “I’ve had FRIDAY tracking crime statistics, pair that with trending searches after these crimes, and I think we may have found someone in Queens that could be helpful.” Tony pulled his phone out of his pocket and projected a video for you. You tilted your head as you watched the person (definitely my age, you thought) in their makeshift suit swinging around the city, and your jaw dropped when you saw them catch a car with their bare hands.

“And how exactly did you find out who they are? Under the suit?”

“Classified.” Tony tapped the tip of your nose, and you swatted his hand away with a playful glare.

“Hope you have a way to convince his guardians to speak with him, let alone go with you to fight against the rogues.” You laid back down and cuddled your blanket.

“Have we met? I always have a plan.” Tony stood up. “You’ll be okay on your own?”

“Have we met?” You copied him and Tony rolled his eyes.

“Brat.”

“Old man.”

“I’m running away!” Tony called out as he walked to the elevator.

“See you in a few hours.” You closed your eyes, and let sleep take over.

“I wish I could go with you. We haven’t been to Germany in so long.” You sat on a workshop bench as your dad finished tweaking the web shooters for Spider-Man’s new suit.

“As soon as everything is calm again, we’ll have a vacation wherever you want. Just us, I promise. It has been too long since we’ve spent time together without work getting in the way.” You could hear the guilt in your dad’s voice and you smiled sympathetically at him.

“I know you’ll make it right, Dad. You always do.”

~~~

Before you knew it, your dad and the remaining team members were off to Germany for the fight against the rogues. Happy stayed behind, which you said was completely unnecessary, per your dad’s request. Just in case, he had said. He’ll only be a call away. And it’s a good thing he did.

———

“Happy?” You groaned and held your phone to your ear. “I think I need the hospital.” That was nearly an hour ago. Now, you laid in a stretcher, being wheeled to the operating room, as Happy waited in the lobby the emergency room. Your stomach had been aching all day and it got worse as the day progressed.

“Sounds like appendicitis. We’ll need to remove her appendix as soon as possible.” The rest of the conversation faded into the background, as did the preparation for your surgery.

“Alright, Miss Stark.” The surgeon spoke as she administered the anesthesia. “Count down from five for me. Can you do that?”

“Five...” Your eyes closed. “Four... three...” And you slipped into darkness again.

(In the waiting room...)

“Guess it’s a good thing you stayed behind.” Happy held his phone against his ear, Pepper speaking on the other end of the line. “How is she?”

“Surgery should be finishing up soon. I’ll call you again when I’ve seen her. I’m sure she’d appreciate seeing you when she’s home.” Happy glanced at the door, anxious to see your surgeon again.

“The minute she’s ready for visitors, I’ll be there.” Muffled voices in the background. “Keep me posted, please? I have to go.”

“I will. Bye, Pepper.” The two exchanged goodbyes just in time for the surgeon to walk over.

“Mr. Hogan? Miss Stark is waking up. I’ll walk you to her room.”

“Hey, kid.” Happy spoke quietly and took a seat in the chair beside your bed.

“Happy...” You smiled and struggled to keep your eyes half open. “You’re here.”

“Where else would I be?” Happy could see the gears in your brain working after the question.

“Dunno. Just happy you’re here.” You giggled tiredly. “Happy that Happy’s here. Happy, happy, happy.” Your voice trailed to a whisper and you were quiet for a minute. “Happy?”

“Yes, Y/N?” You turned to face Happy, and his eyes met yours.

“Thank you. For always being here for me.”

“Always will be, Y/N/N.“ Happy watched as your eyes closed, the smile still on your face.

“Like a family. You’re my family, Hap. And I love you.” It was Happy’s turn to smile, and he leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead.

“I love you too, kid.” He hoped you heard him before you fell asleep.

-One Time He Was There-

“Peter!” You laughed as the brunette led (dragged) you through the hall of his apartment building, and you looked at the doors you passed on the way to his. “Slow down, I’m going to trip!”

“I’ll catch you.” Peter replied but slowed down. “Sorry, I’m just excited.”

“For pizza at your aunt’s?” You stopped walking and Peter nodded. The slight twitch of Peter’s eye didn’t go unnoticed- his nervous tic. What can you say? Natasha trained you well.

Happy had dropped you off at the Parker’s apartment last night, giving you an excuse about some business trip him, Pepper, and your dad had planned over the weekend. You insisted you could stay home alone, but when Tony mentioned staying with Peter, you couldn’t pass up the opportunity to spend time with your best friend. You two had spent all of the day together, Peter showing you around the city Spider-Man style. Holding onto Peter while he swung across the city was your favorite way to travel now.

After the battle in Germany, the team had all gone separate ways. The loss was hard on both you and your father, and the addition of Peter to your life (and Pepper rejoining) made everything easier. You quickly became friends with the teen, grateful to have someone your age to spend time with. And he was ridiculously attractive, not that you’d say it out loud. After all the time you two had talked and spent together, you grew close to Peter and him to you. And for him right now, that was a curse.

“Are you hiding something from me, Peter?” You asked.

“Absolutely not. I wouldn’t hide anything from you. I’m a horrible liar, you know that. I start talking a lot, talking really fast-“

“Like you’re doing right now?” Peter scoffed at your question.

“You have no faith in me. Come on, we don’t want to be late.” Peter continued walking and led you to his apartment door.

“It’s okay if we’re late, I doubt May ate all of our dinner by herself.” You walked into the apartment with Peter, confused why the lights were off. You turned the lights on and...

“Surprise!” You jumped from the cheers and grinned at the sight. Your dad, Pepper, Happy, and May stood in the living room wearing party hats. A homemade “Happy Birthday” banner hung in the living room, and there were containers of your favorite takeout and a birthday cake on the coffee table.

“Oh, my God.” You looked around the room. “Guys.” You whispered and your eyes watered as you turned to Peter. “This is why we spent the day in the city?”

“Had to keep you outside so they could get everything set up.” You hugged Peter tight, and Peter gladly returned the hug. “It was all your dad’s idea. He wanted to surprise you for your birthday.” Peter spoke softly as he rubbed your back. You pulled away after a moment and walked to your dad.

“You did all this for me?” Your bottom lip trembled as you blinked back tears.

“Of course I did, Y/N. You’re my daughter, my heart. You deserve the best, this is the least I could do.” Your dad opened his arms and you flung yourself into his arms. “I don’t have the best track record of being here when you need me. But I promise I’ll do better. Be the dad you deserve.” You let out a muffled sob, your face buried in your dad’s shirt.

“Please, just more days like today.” You whispered and Tony nodded, pressing a tender kiss to the top of your head. You stepped away after a minute and wiped your eyes. “Thank you all so much. I’ll cry all over the rest of you later.” Laughter sounded through the room as you stood by your dad’s side.

“We have plenty of time, Y/N. Now, let’s eat dinner. I nearly had to lock Tony outside to keep him from eating the cake.” Pepper said and walked to the living room, everyone but your dad following.

“Dad? Come on.” Your dad looked nervous and you started to question him, until Pepper yelled.

“Anthony Edward Stark, did you-?!”

“Gotta run!” You laughed as Pepper reprimanded Tony, and you sat on the couch with Peter and May. Maybe your family wasn’t conventional, and maybe your dad was busier than most. But when he was there, you were the happiest you could be, and you wouldn’t trade him for the world. Even when he stole a slice of your birthday cake before you could. Punk.

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The Man Pt.2

A Peaky Blinders Imagine (reader insert)

Warnings: Talk of killing, blood, guns, alcohol, swearing, fighting.

Pt.1 Pt.3

Summary: You thought that was going to be the last of the so called ‘Peaky Blinders’ but apparently they can’t get enough of you.

Tommy sat in his usual spot behind his desk. His eyes were stuck on the bottle of rum and questions flew around his head. Who were you? Where did you come from? How did you have that kind of money? With pinched eyebrows Tom turned his head towards the door of his office. Should he ask Ada about this man? Before he was able to answer his own question, John and Michael knocked and let themselves in.

“So you got any idea of who that bloke is?” John took a seat in front of his brother. “No but he gave us quite the pretty penny for the Garrison.” Tommy nodded his head towards the money, Michael stalked forward. “Holy shit...Tom how-” Michael had the money in his hands counting it. “I know Michael.” John looked from the money to his brother, “we gonna do anything about it?” Putting his hand to his jaw, Tommy shook his head, “I don’t know yet John.” He let out a sigh. Michael took the seat next to John and put the money back on the desk, “I mean he could be good for buisness, you know, we could use some of that money.” Shifting his eyes to the clock on the wall, Thomas sighed again. Then John spoke up, “I think he’s an assassin.” John was looking at his shoes before setting his eyes on Tommy. “Think about it Tom, he killed 3 men in the Garrison. By himself. Then we watched him scale a fucking building.” He let out a chuckle, “A roll of bandages fell out his pocket when he was going up the fucking thing, tore his coat and everything.”

At the mention of the torn jacket Tom look back to his brother. “Yeah Ada was in the same shop as him where he bought that bottle of rum.” He picked up the bottle and started reading the label. “It’s old, before the war old.” Placing the bottle in John’s outstretched hand, Tom sat back. “Fuck thats old. You said Ada saw him?” “Yeah said he asked the owner where to find a coat shop and something about there being a giant hole in his coat.” John passed the bottle to Michael, who opened it and took a quick swig. “Michael!” Snatching the bottle back, John whacked his cousin over the back of the head, “are you fucking stupid? We were just saying how he’s a fucking assassin and here you go drinking his shit?!” Michael rubbed the back of his head and glared at John. “That fucking hurt! Besides I doubt he’d poison it.” This made John deadpan, “You doubt it? He’s a fucking assassin Michael! You go throw that up right now before we have you falling over dead.” Michael shook his head, “No John, if Ada saw him buy it then I’ll be fine. Don’t go telling Polly though.” John laughed, “Of course you’re more worried about your mother knowing you drank poisoned rum.” The three men shared a laugh.

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You sat behind your workbench where you had gun parts were sprawled out. Grabbing a piece and delicatly polishing it, you set it down and moved onto the next. You’ve been sitting here doing this since you got home. Taking guns apart was something you enjoyed, not to mention you could take apart any gun and put it back together in your sleep. It was a simple yet intricate task, each piece had their own use and their own purpose. Becoming somewhat a gun smith was a interesting hobby as a child, an accidental hobby but a hobby none the less. Besides it made your guardian happy to watch you take apart his guns before reassembling them with a smile on your face. He always said that you were his favourite entertainment to watch.

Smiling fondly at the memories you finshed putting the gun back together when your stomach let out a loud grumble. Setting the gun down, you wiped your hands on some spare cloth before leaving to go to the kitchen. Opening the cupboards you groaned, they were empty. All of them. You should have guessed that they wouldn’t stock up on anything for you. Who would want to feed a killer? Shaking your head you glanced at the clock, it was around late evening. Maybe a bakery might be open? Closing the cupboards, you walked over to your couch and grabbed your coat off the back. You smiled at the reminder of the little girl earlier today, you hope she got back home safely.

Locking the door behind you, you went down the road towards the shops once more. A group of girls passed you whispering about the ‘beautiful man in the green coat’, you sent them a smile and kept on walking. When they were further away you let out a few giggles, ‘guess the new coat looks good.’

After wandering the streets, you made it to the bakery. Sadly as you were about to enter the open sign was flipped showing ‘Sorry! We’re Closed’

“Of course they’re closed.” You turned around to see an older woman, she had fairly short brown hair, she was wearing in a expensive dress, and was smoking a cigarette. You rose your eyebrows, “yeah seems like it.” The woman turned her head towards you and looked you over. She smiled and took a puff of her cigarette, “You smoke?” She held out a small silver case. You shook your head and held up your hand, “no thanks I don’t.” Looking back up at the large bakery sign you let out a sigh, “I guess I’ll have to look else where for supper.” Turning around you started walking away before the woman called out, “The market should still be open.” You scratched the back of your neck, “and wheres that?” Her eyes widened slightly and then she laughed, “you’re not from around here are you?” Scoffing you looked to the ground before making eye contact with her, “it’s that obvisous?” She laughed again, “yes not everyone walks to the bakery at 7 in the evening.” Letting out an airy laugh you glanced around quickly, “so miss uh, could you send me in the markets direction?” The woman came to stand next to you and hooked her arm through yours, “the names Polly, what’s yours?” She took off and pulled you along, “A-Adonis, my names Adonis.”

She threw a smile back at you, “Adonis? Isn’t that a god’s name?” Falling in step with her you answered, “Yes it is, my father used to study Greek mythology and would often tell my mother the stories of the gods,” You glanced around trying to map out the area, “she quite liked the story of Persephone so uh here I am.” Polly stared at you with hungry eyes, “He’s the God of desire right?” Clearing your throat you looked ahead, “And vegetation and also beauty.” You felt the grip of her hand tighten on your arm, “I think you fit your name. Your mother chose wisely.” You nodded. The market came up and you silently thanked whoever was listening, you gently pulled Polly towards some fruits and vegetables. “So what are we having?” You unwrapped your arm from Polly’s and started to pick up an assortment of vegetables and fruits, “I’m just picking up some groceries, might make something once I get home. Not too sure yet.” You made the market drip as short as you could. Grabbing the basics, bread, meat, vegetables, and fruit. Polly leisurely followed you around, picking some produce up before setting it back down, she didn’t say much but she kept on giving you the eyes whenever your sights crossed.

“Well I’ve got to go home but I thank you for showing me around Polly.” Smiling gently at her you raised a hand and gave a small wave. She smiled back but grabbed your hand mid-wave, “darling you need a woman to cook you something. Now lead the way.” You tried to mask your surprise, you really didn’t want this woman back at your apartment. You nodded slowly and went the way home, Polly gleefully hooked her arm through yours again and quickly matched pace with you. Yours and Polly’s conversation mostly centered around Greek mythology, she talked about her own religion here and there but mostly just asked questions about the gods and goddesses. Your ‘father’ really did enjoy Greek mythology, he told you the stories and taught you their life lessons. Polly was talking about something while you were lost in your thoughts about your guardian, “Are you even listening to me?” You blinked a couple of times before looking at her. “Sorry Polly I was lost in my thoughts.” She patted your arm and gave you a kind smile, “It’s alright love, happens to the best of us.” You smiled back at her, “So where were-”

“Mum?” Polly stopped abruptly and spun her head forward to the voice. Oh god the voice, ‘babyface’. Looking down then to right, you avoided everyones stares, you slacked your arm and Polly let go with a sigh. “Michael what a surprise.” You switched the bag into the other arm, limiting the chances of Polly grabbing it again. “What are you doing with him?” You pulled the rim of your hat down over your eyes, ‘WHY? Why did this woman come up to you? Why did babyface, Michael, have to be her son!?’ You tried to calm your thoughts but Polly’s response almost made you drop your groceries.

“I was gonna fuck him. Why does it matter to you?” Pinching the bridge of your nose, you let out a long breathe. You needed to leave, now. Finally looking over to Polly you mustered up the strength and spoke out, “I have to get going, thank you for walking with me Polly.” You fixed your hat again before moving forward. A different voice filled the space, “How the fuck do you end up being everywhere?” The shoes in your line of sight made you stop. Picking your head up, the man wearing the cap glared at you. “I was just getting groceries.” You answered in a flat tone, “yeah but why is my aunt hanging off your arm?” You were about to explain but Polly beat you to it. “I was giving him a tour. The man didn’t know where the market was.” You heard her son laugh, “You gave the man who broke into the Garrison, a tour of the market?”

Dropping your head back down you closed your eyes and sighed. “I gave you money and a bottle to replace the one I broke. Can I go now?” You glared back at the capped man in front of you. “Mum lets go.” Michael grabbed his mothers hand and started to walked forward but they only got behind the man infront of you before Polly pulled her hand out of Michaels. She whipped around to face you, “Did you break into the Garrison Adonis?” When she said your alias both men stared at you wide eyed, “Adonis?” Getting frustrated you shifted the bag once again, “Yes that’s my fucking name and no I didn’t break into the Garrison. Now excuse me I am going home.”

You zigzagged out of everyones way and marched down the street. You could hear them talking, and then yelling. At each other then you, then at each other again. You honestly didn’t care. You were tired, it’s been what 2-3 days since you slept? You’ve been up since Thursday morning and it was Saturday evening. And you were hungry, the whole reason you left the apartment in the first place! You were annoyed. You passed a few more men in those god awful caps, you didn’t spare them a glance but you could feel their stares on you though. You guessed a few of them recognized you or thought they did. A car passed, reminding you of the car you had to dump in a random persons yard in the middle of the night. You would’ve kept it if it wasn’t littered with bullet holes. That was another thing your guardian taught you about, everything he knew about cars was passed onto you. He let you race cars for a little extra cash and luckly you were pretty good at it.

When your doorstep came into view you let out a sigh of relief. Almost running to the door, you quickly got inside and locked it behind you. Shuffling into the kitchen you started unpacking your groceries, you made yourself a sandwhich and called it a day. After putting the rest away, you grabbed a glass of water and your sandwhich then headed to the livingroom. Setting the glass on the coffee table you walked over to the record player in the corner and took a bite of your sandwhich. You popped the lid open and put on one of your favourites. Sitting back onto the couch you rested your feet on the coffee table and ate. A few records later you were having trouble keeping your eyes open, reading the clock you saw that it was only 9 PM, ‘If I take a nap now I’ll never get to sleep later.’ Sighing you stood up and stretched until your side screamed in pain making you keen over and put a hand on the bandage. Taking the hand away and examing yourself you noticed everything was fine. You shuffled to the window and peaked through the curtains, and to your surprise there, walking to your door, was Nik. “How the fuck did he find me? Ugh that fucking bastard.” You guessed one of the boxers gave your location away. ‘Great.’

Nik is a...friend? You met him almost by accident. When you first arrived in Birmingham you were tasked with learning about the underground boxing that happened there, needless to say it was pretty easy to get in. Almost instantly you were thrown into a ring, where you fought Nik. After knocking him out in the first round, you became pretty popular. Nik was apprently one of the best boxers out there and when he woke back up he demanded to meet you with a smile on his face. Since then Nik showed you everything Birmingham had to offer. A small group of 5 men adopted you right then and there; Nik, Cal, Dante, Theodore, and Peter. They considered you their little brother. You happened to be the shortest out of all of them, though Theo was a giant, close to 7 feet so everyone was small to him.

They went everywhere with you. They went to every fight, they followed you to every hotel, they even brought you to the circus once, you liked having them as friends but pretending to be a male 25 hours a day was a lot on your body. Only Nik knows the truth, he knows your a woman but the whole assassin part isn’t quite out there yet. He just knows you take odd jobs here and there and that you tend to do ‘security’ for some rich folk once in a while.

Eyes widening, you jumped back from the window and ran up the stairs. Once at the top, the sound of music filled your ears. You forgot the record player. Flying back down the steps, you ran to the record player and pulled off the needle. Dashing up the steps again and into your room you smiled in victory as a knock sounded throughout your home. You walked backwards and flopped down onto your bed, listening to Nik yell, “Adi! I know you’re in there, the lads want to invite you out for drinks. They say we need to celebrate together.”

‘Fuck.’ Turning over onto your stomach, you grabbed your pillow and groaned into it. What were you going to do? You haven’t had a proper drink in a while and the bottle of rum you bought still sat in its spot in the icebox. Last time you went out with the lads they forced you into a room with three women and you had to escape through the window with nothing on but your trousers, a single shoe and undershirt. Those vixens had ripped your other clothes to shreds and were very close to destroying your trousers too, you had to go to a seamtress and beg her to fix the torn button holes and ripped belt loops. That wasn’t cheap. Nik knocked again, bringing you back to reality. “Adonis mate! Let’s go!” He kept on banging on your door. Not wanting to upset your neighbors you ran back down the steps and flung the door open.

“What.” You deadpanned at him. He let out a laugh at your appearance. Your H/C hair out of place, your shirt was unbuttoned all the way showing off your undershirt, and you had one pant leg bunched up. Nik ran a hand through his short blonde hair and smiled, his blue eyes squinting. “Adi! Long time no see!” He pulled you into a hug which you returned stiffly, “You saw me a few weeks ago Nikolai.” He pulled back with a scowl on his face, “Adi what’d I say about calling me that?” You smirked, “what’d I say about calling me Adi?” Nik let out another laugh. “You got me mate. Now go freshen up and lets see the boys.” You sighed and stepped outta the way to welcome him in, “So was it Charles that told you where I was staying?” Charles was the boys’ ‘manager’ of sorts, he boxed himself but being a grandfather kept him from doing it often. “Charlie? Yeah him and Lolly told me you came to Small Heath after leaving their house. What are you doing here anyway?” Nik followed you up the stairs into your bedroom. Opening the drawers you pulled out a white shirt that had thin vertical blue stripes, “Had a job.” You heard Nik hum behind you, “that shirt’s nice.”

You were about to take off the shirt that hung around your shoulders but while shucking off the fabric you felt a slight pull in your side and stopped moving with a hiss. “Fucking cunt.” Nik came over and was looking you over in confusion, “What? What’d you do to yourself now?” He had his hands out hovering over your shoulders like a concerned mother. You looked at his furrowed brows and laughed, “Nothing Nikki just a little bullet hole.” You spoke to him gently, knowing he worried too much for his own good. With wide eyes he gawked at you, “A LITTLE BULLET HOLE? ADONIS A FUCKING BULLET HOLE?” He was yelling at you, waving his arms around. “YOU CAN’T GO AROUND SAYING YOU HAVE A FUCKING ‘little’ BULLET HOLE!” You were full laughing now, “Don’t make me laugh Nikki, I might bust my stitches.” You put a hand on his shoulder trying to steady yourself as your other arm wrapped around your middle. Nik stopped moving as your laughs quieted down, “I’m alright Nik yeah? Got myself all fixed up. If I let you take a look will you stop fussing?” Nik was a medic during the war so bullet wounds weren’t new to him. “Yes now let me help take this off of you.” He walked around you and pulled the shirt off your shoulders then put his hands on your sides slowly bunching the fabric there to untuck it. “Alright?” Looking over your shoulder you made eye contact with him, “yeah I know you’ve got me.” He smiled and gently shimmied the undershirt over you and threw on the floor.

“Lemme take a look now. Can you lift your arm?” Nodding you lifted your arm till it started to hurt. He unwrapped the bandage, not looking at your bindings. Unlike the first time he did when you broke a few ribs after a fight and he insisted that he help you. “Aye lookey here, some pretty stichtes you’ve got going Adi.” He looked up with a bright smile, “I told you I was fine.” He searched the room with his eyes before settling them on the bandages on the bedside table. “Have you been taking anything for the pain?” You shook your head, “no I only had time to steal bandages and some vitamins.” Stopping midwrap Nik looked at you with raised brows, “Vitamins? You took vitamins instead of pain killers? Or morphine? Adonis wh-” “I’ve been through worse Nik.” At this Nik sighed and finished wrapping you up. “Alright lets get this on you,” he grabbed the shirt and put your arms through, “whens the last time the ladies had a breather?” You looked at him, “did you really just refer to my tits as ladies?” He started blushing, “well I’m just asking. You know I remember the bruising you had after binding for too long. Don’t think I forgot about you being careless.” You stared at the wall as he buttoned your shirt. “Yes Nikolai I know you remember, I do too. But my ladies-” you flurished your hands around your chest, “did have a breather earlier today and during the night.”

With your shirt buttoned, Nik moved to fixing the collar. “Good I don’t want you passing out again.” It was a memory he would never forget. You were shirtless staring at your beatened body when Nik came in talking about how broken ribs can punture lungs when he stopped himself and saw you standing there with your chest binded. You told him that you’ve been pretending to be a boy since your 11th birthday, when you started working full time with your guardian. You explained that it was easier to do things this way and he understood. He promised not to say anything to the others which you were extremely grateful for, but a few days later you binded too tightly by accident. It was the middle of summer and the 6 of you were walking through a crowd when you felt dizzy, you couldn’t catch your breath. You fainted and luckly you fell into Cal who scrambled to catch you, Cal threw you over his shoulders and brought you into some shade where Nik ordered the men to shield the two of you. Nik woke you up and started asking questions, you tried answering to the best of your abilities with a foggy mind but his last question asking about how tight your bindings were done, cleared your mind. When you answered him he immediately got you to stand and took you to the closest hotel where he made you take off your bindings, he stood outside that little hotel bathroom for god knows how long staring at your discarded bindings in hate. Ever since Nik would always ask how tight and how long your bindings have been on for, that worrywort.

“Now thats one spiffy looking lad.” Giving you a once over Nik smiled. “Go look at yourself.” You walked to the bathroom and looked at yourself. You tucked the shirt in and adjusted it a little, “My hair looks fucking stupid.” Trying to push your hair back you huffed and went on a search for some hair oil. “It’s longer then last time.” Finding the bottle you dumped some into your hand and tried to style it back, “yeah I had to be my womanly self for a job, it was the reason I left Lolly’s and Charles’s.” You grabbed a comb and went to town. “Now that would’ve been a sight.” Laughing at Nik, you placed the comb down satified with your hair. “You would’ve shit yourself. I was dressed to the nines, dress and all.” Nik followed you down the steps and out the door after helping put your jacket on. “You should definitley just show up one day dressed like that. The boys wouldn’t believe it.” Sharing another laugh togther you made your way to the pub.

The Garrison, Nik brought you to the Garrison. You paused at the bottom of the steps and looked around the outside of the building, Nik noticed your absense and turned to look back down at you. “What are you doing? Come on the boys are waiting!” You swallowed and climbed the steps before standing next to him, “After you.” You put your arm out towards the door, “Why thank you.” Nik smiled and gingerly walked into the pub with you trailing behind him. While Nik passed the first few tables, you couldn’t help but notice that the floor was spotless. Theo stood up and waved the two of you over. Who would miss that massive man? Nik started moving faster and you almost had to jog to catch up with him. “ADI!” The collective yells overpowered the sound in the Garrison and for a few moments everyone else went silent and watched the reunion at the far back. Theodore was the first was to step out and clapped his hands down onto your shoulders as he studied your face, “Look at cha Rapunzel!” He let out a hearty laughing that shook his massive frame, “it’s a good look on you brother!” He finally pulled you into a hug, a bear hug, where he picked you a few inches off the floor.

“Teddy you fucking giant put ‘em down!” Peter started to yell at Theo. Even after being dropped back on the ground you couldn’t have a moment to get your bearings before Peter yanked your hand towards his chest and started hitting you on the back in a hug, you were able to return his hug. “Hey Peter.” The red head pulled back and shined a smile at you, “ ‘ello Adi! ‘ow’ve you been lad?” You smiled back, “I’ve been alright, hows the baby?” Peter laughed, “she’s just wonderful, looks excatly like her mother she does.” It was known by most people that this rough looking man was nothing more than a puppy when it came to his wife and daughter, he was in love with them.

You heard a laugh behind you and turned towards Cal who pulled you into his side and rubbed your arm, “Little brother I see you still got no beard!” You closed your eyes and shook your head, “Cal we’ve been through this, I look like a lolli thats been dropped on the floor, a beard ain’t for me.” Cal was a sunskissed man who had shoulder length black hair and a large beard, he curled the ends of his mustache too. “Yeah I can see your little scraggly hairs now, you need a shave. Let me give you one” Cal was a barber who did boxing for fun, he’s always been a little obsessed with how he looks but in the good way.

Dante came around the other side and threw his arm over your shoulder, you tried not to grimace when he bumped the wound on your arm. “Adonis my friend it’s been forever!” You padded his back, “you lot are acting like you didn’t just see me 14 days ago.” Dante flashed a white smile and shook you, “Aye I know but it’s strange not see to you all the time.” His brown curls bounced when you shook him back, “ and look at this here, the 5 of ya coming here to pay me a visit. Dare I say you missed me?” Smiling at all of them you pulled Dante into a proper hug, “I missed you too mate.” Dante squeezed you lighlty and tucked his face into your neck. You and Dante were the youngest ones in your little ‘family’. And like you, Dante didn’t have his parents, they died when he was a toddler. Dante was originally from Spain so when he was so openly accpeted by Nik and the rest he was more than happy to hop on board with them boxing. And when you showed up, Dante had a sixth sense and knew you belonged with them. He knew you were special and he cherished the bond you had with him.

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Tommy and his brothers sat in the private room at the Garrison. They were there to talk about buisness, like most days. Every few minutes a new person would be let in and would discuss terms with the peaky blinders. They were bored. It was the same jobs all the time but it paid. Of course the Garrison was noisey, it always was. With drunk people singing along to the music, other drunks yelling at each other, ladies laughing loudly, and new comers shouting their orders at Harry. But when the door opened and a woman walked in, one particular sound caught Tommy’s attention.

“ADI!”

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You were sat down in middle of the booth surrounded by the boys. Cal, Dante,and Nik were on your left while Theo and Peter sat on your right. Conversation was everywhere, the group of men had you talking about everything. The 2 jobs you did that led you here to Small Heath, if you have a girlfriend or boyfriend (they honestly just wanted to know if you were getting some). “Have you done any matches here?” Cal looked at Peter. “You know the bloke who runs the boxing here right Pete?” He took a sip of his drink and nodded, “Yeah he’s got a little bit of a temper but I know ‘im” Cal slapped your arm, this time you couldn’t hide your grimace and started rubbing it. “Adi you gotta do a fight here!” Nik reached over Dante and slapped Cal on the chest, “Don’t go yelling that shit out, you blooming idiot” Cal spun around quickly to glare at Nik, his hair swishing around him. “Beside he ain’t fighting.” Cal’s jaw dropped as he looked at Nik, “What do you mean he’s not fighting? He’s the best fucking fighter we know! He’s fighting.” Dante was glancing between the two men and was smooshed against the seat just in case more arms reached across him. “No he’s not and that’s that.” Nik’s tone was authoritive, he was keen on keeping you out of the ring. “Come on Nik the boy hasn’t been in a fight for a while.” Peter looked at Nik with pleading eyes. They knew you would kick ass in Small Heath. “Peter no he’s-” You set your glass down with a loud thud, calling attention towards you. “Nik, I can fight. You know what, Theo we should fight. The two of us, like old times.” Theo shook his head, “Now Adi I’ll fight but I ain’t fighting you again. I learned my lesson the first time.”

“No you learned your lesson after the 4th time.” Dante laughed. “Zip it you. You never had a fight against him!” Theo swung a thick arm out, almost hitting Peter in the face. “Hey! I mean it! Adonis ain’t fighting.” Nik raised his voice making the others quiet down. “Nikolai I wanna fight,” you turned slightly to face Peter, “Pete you can get me match right?” Nik let out an exasperated sigh and flopped down onto the table. Peter looked down at Nik and back at you, “you sure mate? Nik seems pretty adament on not letting you go” Dante spoke up, “yeah whys that?” Nik sat up quickly, “CAUSE HE GOT FUCKING SHOT!”

You sighed and put your head in your hands as the table went into an uproar. “ADONIS YOU GOT SHOT?” Theo was the first to yell. “WHO’S THE FUCKER THAT SHOT YA?” Peter. “WHERE!?” Cal. “WHY DIDN’T YOU SAY ANYTHING!?” Then Dante was last, but to you it was all noise. You rubbed your face and sat back. “Yes I got shot but Nik already looked and said I did a good job at patching myself up. It’s on my side but I’m fine and I never said anything cause you lot act like this every time I get hurt.” Cal full on punched you in the arm, “You fucking little shit sitting there acting like you’re okay while you have a fucking hole in your side!” With all the yelling more people were watching your table. “For fuck sakes Cal take it easy! Like I said I’m fine.” Nik looked at you, “Adi...” You stared at him and answered genuinely, “Nik I’ll be fine besides I’m bored, I wanna do something. You know how I get antsy.” At the mention of you being antsy the table laugh.

“Yeah you think theres a fucking Earthquake but when you look it’s just this fucker shaking his leg.” Theo let out a deep laugh, “always moving, you are Adi.” He ran a hand through his slicked back brown hair. “If he wants to fight, let ‘im fight Nik. If he gets hurt then we let ‘im suffer, it’ll be his own fault.” While Nik was the ‘mother hen’ of the group, Theodore was the voice of reason. “Yeah you should’ve saw him when I got to his flat. He looked like he just woke up.” Nik laughed. “That’s cause I did stupid. I got a few hours of sleep before you came knocking.” The table went into another uproar, they all knew how much you loved to sleep. “Yeah,yeah laugh now but wait until I’m in that ring.” Peter wiped at his eyes and threw his arm around your shoulders and patted you, “Aye we get it, you wanna fight.” He was going to say something else when he got interrupted. “Peter?” Everyone’s heads turned towards the voice and there stood the mustached man. ‘fuck.’

“Arthur?” Peter’s eyebrows furrowed before they shot up. “Arthur! How are ya mate?” Peter turned to Theo and pushed him. “Let me out Ted.” When Arthur called out to Peter, all eyes were set on your table for sure now. So when Theo stood up, all heads tilted upwards and a few gasps were heard. “How’d they not notice him when he walked in here?” Leaning over Cal you whispered into the air letting the three men hear you. “He came through the back with Cal.” Looking to said man you rose your eyebrows waiting for an explanation. “We took the back allies, you know how people get when they see him.” Before Theo started boxing he was in a sideshow, a freakshow. He’s been freakishly tall his whole life. He would tell the boys about his travels and about how some people still recognize him even after so many years. When you joined the group, you also shared stories of places you’ve been to. Which was lot considering you followed your guardian everywhere, no matter the danger.

Peter stepped around Theo and stuck his hand out. Arthur shook this hand and hit Peter’s upper arm, “Ey! I’ve been good, I’ve been good. ‘ow about ya?” You tried to hide yourself behind Cal, something Nik noticed. “You good?” Nik leaned forward hiding you from view. Cal and Dante turned towards you as well, wanting to hear the reason for your obvisous hiding. “Alright so the job I did a few nights ago, the one that gave me the bullet hole, ended with me in this pub and 3 dead guys.” Their eyes widened and Dante let out a loud gasp, catching Theo’s attention. “SHHH! Anyways before I was able to leave, that guy and two others came through the back and threatened to shoot me for breaking into their pub.” Sparing a quick glance at Theo who raised a questioning brow. “Look I paid them for the stuff I broke and the labor for disposing of- whatever.”

“Arthur I want you to meet the lads,” Peter waved his arm over to the table, “This is Nik, Britain’s prettiest boxer.” Nik stood up and shook Arthur’s hand, “Nice to meet you. Peter we all know you’re the pretty one.” This made everyone laugh, except you. “I’m Dante its nice to meet you Arthur.” After Dante stood up, Cal followed, leaving you sat down and regretting that you answered the door earlier. Cal and Theo introduced themselves then split apart to show you sitting at the table with your head in your hands. “That’s Adonis. He’s the star of the group, fucking crazy fighter he is.” Listening to Theo’s ice breaker about you, made you cringe. You ran both hands through your hair and shuffled out to the front of the group with your hand out. “It’s a pleasure.” Arthur stood there dumbfounded while you shook his hand, “you-” Nik came to the rescue, “So Mr. Arthur we uh were wondering if we could get a tour of Small Heath’s ring?” Nik’s question seemed to pull Arthur out of his daze.

“Yeah Peter was saying you lot wanted to have a fight.” You turned back to the table and put both of your hands down and dropped your head. ‘Of course this is happening. Why wouldn’t it be?’ Dante came over and placed a hand on your back, “Everything alright?” You nodded and straightened up.

“Adonis mate you’ve got your fight.” Theo’s voice grumbled. Nodding, you faced Arthur. “Can I have a word Arthur?” His face was stern but you could see him mulling over your request, “Yeah.”

“I know you don’t like me too much-” “You broke into me pub and left 3 dead men on the fucking floor. Of course I don’t fucking like ya.” You stuck up a hand, “yes I know I did but listen, if I win against whoever you put in front of me AND give you the winnings...am I forgiven?” You saw the cogs turn in his head and then he glanced behind you towards a small room at the front of the Garrison. “Peter talks a big game about you and I’ll you wha’, if you win the fight and give me the earnings. All is forgiven.” You let out a laugh and stuck out your hand, “We’ve got a deal then?” He grinned and slapped his hand into yours and shook it wildly.

“You’ve got yourself a deal.”

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